#false piste

[pier-carlo-universe]

L'ultimo racconto di Janice Price" di K. Wendice: Il secondo capitolo delle indagini di Anna Richmond. Recensione di Alessandria today

Un nuovo mistero per Anna Richmond: tra verità e finzione

Un nuovo mistero per Anna Richmond: tra verità e finzione Nel seguito di Morte di un’apparente sconosciuta, K. Wendice ci trasporta nuovamente nella vita della giornalista Anna Richmond con L’ultimo racconto di Janice Price, un avvincente thriller psicologico che si sviluppa tra il mondo della letteratura e quello del crimine. Quando la celebre scrittrice di gialli Janice Price viene trovata…

[katrafiy]

It's simple, if someone says "die men!" 200 times and each time they say it they hit a trans woman instead of a cis man, then they clearly don't actually hate men. Clearly something else is happening here; "hating men" is a false pretense, not their actual motive.

I've seen people from the transunity blog talking about how people shouldn't believe terf rhetoric regarding trans men/transmasculine people, but they apparently are totally willing to believe them when they lie about the reasons they hate trans women.

People who hate trans women aren't doing it because they "hate men". If they did, they would treat cis men the way they treat trans women, but they clearly don't do that. Instead they buddy up with fascists like MW and put out calls for cis men to go into women's bathrooms with guns to protect them from the evil r*pist tr**nies.

"Transmisogyny relies on anti-masculism/misandry" is a statement that is completely out of touch with the realities of trans women's oppression, and this should be obvious to anyone who knows better than to take our oppressors at their word, and think they are being honest about their motives.

"Hating men" is a pretense, their actual motive is trans women being an underclass of "girls they can hit".

So why does transunity continue to believe what fascists say about trans women instead of the trans women who are telling them that they are lying? Until transunity can reconcile with that, I simply cannot trust that this 'movement' is willing to or capable of seriously representing me or my sisters best interests.

[huramuna]

wine red, tears gold - chapter 1.

king aegon II x baratheon ofc

a 'what if aegon didn't get poisoned and the greens technically won the dance but at what cost' au. basically aegon, alicent, otto and jaehaera are the only greens alive. and larys i guess. someone get rid of this guy.

word count: 4.6k

aegon wasn't as badly injured from Rook's Rest like in canon in this AU, he has a few burn scars near his torso but wasn't crippled / bedridden.

this is for my 100 followers poll. it was supposed to be a oneshot but will be a mini series in 3 or 4 parts. this is my first time writing aegon and it will also be somewhat of a character study.

thank you for 100 followers and everyone who participated in the poll. love <3 thank you @randomdragonfires for beta reading, mwah mwah.

content: smut (specifics below cut), canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn

its been so long - the living tombstone • nobody - mitski

chapter specific warnings: awkward sex, p in v, virginity loss

Every day felt like a new restraint, a new button added to the collar choking around Aegon’s neck. He had done it– he had freed the realm of the false queen, his half-sister– and lost almost everything to do so. When did it end? When did he get to relax and run the realm as he saw fit, since they so intended to have them at the helm. He wore the conqueror’s crown, wielded his sword and bore his name and yet he couldn’t do as the conqueror actually did. Rule. He felt more like a dog than a dragon these days; but that was just a pattern in his life. They wanted him when they needed him and he was to shoulder their burdens as eldest son.

His grandsire kept breathing down his neck to secure another wife, another heir, another alliance brokered with another pompous house. 

“Listen to me, Aegon,” Otto began, his fingers laced together as he sat at his desk. He had summoned Aegon to the Tower of the Hand– he was summoning the King, rather than the King summoning him. Somehow, his council had let Otto weasel his way back into the position of Hand, Aegon’s mother in tears, pleading for it. There wasn’t anyone else fit for the job since Criston had died– and he was never really fit for it anyhow. “We must move quickly to provide you with a new wife. The realm won’t remain stable if we tarry in producing an heir for the throne.”

Aegon sat in the seat across from him, feeling more like a child than a King. He twisted the signet ring on his pinky finger. “It’s too soon. It would be an insult to Helaena.” he replied, not looking up at Otto. Helaena had only passed a few moons earlier and the wound was still fresh for all of them. Aegon never loved her like a wife– how could he, they were too different, too young– but he cared deeply for her as his sister and the mother of his children. Even thinking about taking another wife this soon felt like a betrayal. He would be like his father then.

A small huff and a rustling of papers was heard– Aegon was still too distracted by his signet ring, the thin light filtering through the half drawn blinds, causing a small glint off of the bronzed metal. He didn’t want to look up to see the expression on his grandsire’s face, he knew it was one of disappointment. Aegon couldn’t remember the last time that someone hadn’t looked at him with contempt, disappointment, melancholy. 

“You must understand. You have a duty to the realm–” 

“Fucking duty– don’t speak to me of it. I’ve done my duty for enough lifetimes. I let you put me on the throne and usurp my sister and look where that’s gotten us? Everyone is fucking dead, Otto. Jaehaerys, Maelor, Helaena, Aemond,” he paused for a moment, lifting his head up to meet the Hand’s gaze head on, “Rhaenyra, Rhaenys, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey– do I need to proceed? The majority of our bloodline is wiped out because of you and your ambition.”

Otto snorted, standing up from his desk slowly. He grabbed a decanter of wine, pouring them both a goblet. “You misunderstand. Everything I’ve done has been… for our family’s legacy– for the realm,” he placed the glass stopped back into the carafe, “Don’t you dare act as if I am not hurting for the loss of family– but war is war, boy. People die. It is unfortunate that… the ones close to us did. But we can’t live with our head in the clouds any longer, there is a realm to run and the crown comes with responsibilities. A wife and heir are one of those paramount responsibilities.”

“I have an heir. I still have one remaining child– Jaehaera is my heir. I deem it.” he spoke quickly, staring at the goblet of wine. He had reduced his intake of alcohol since the war ended– but the need for it was always there, always aching. He suddenly felt parched. Giving Otto a haughty stare, he took a sip from the glass, feeling his muscles instantly relax.

“Don’t be daft– have you so quickly forgotten what happened when the King last named a female heir?”

“It wasn’t that Rhaenyra was a woman, Otto. People would’ve learned to adjust if…” Aegon took another sip, clearing his throat, “If she hadn’t been infatuated with her freak of an uncle, you would’ve been able to control her easier, hm? It's always been you and mother behind the crown these past two decades– not me, nor my father.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Otto griped back, gripping his glass, “Don’t speak of things you know nothing about. Rhaenyra–” he stopped, taking a breath, “Rhaenyra is dead. They’re all dead, you’re right. But there is still the whole of the Seven Kingdoms requiring a leader, especially now. A leader with a united front with a queen and babe. I won’t argue further on this matter.”

Aegon acquiesced. He would rather deal with Otto’s venomous viper tongue talking him into things he didn’t want to do now instead of his mother visiting him hours later in hysterics– he couldn’t bear it. Alicent was more of a mess now than ever. “Fine. I leave this in your very capable hands,” he stood up, swiping the whole jug of wine, “At least find me a pretty one.”

–

She was plain, unbelievably plain. Long, curled brown hair desperately in need of a trim, a poorly tailored dress that needed to be more fitted at the waist, stature too small and unremarkable to stand up to anyone of importance. Oh, and picked cuticles, the spots of red eking out from her nail beds. Mayhaps she and his mother would get along just jolly, then. She was to be his prospective wife and bear him more heirs. He wanted to shove it back in the council’s face and say he has an heir, his only living child, Jaehaera. Melancholy and withdrawn as she was, she was his heir.

The council disagreed, allowing Borros Baratheon to shove his last unwed daughter at him like a piece of meat that no one wanted.

Her eyes wafted up to glance at him, every move of hers uncertain, cautious. She was so deathly aware of each minute gesture, her posture having to be adjusted to straighten every few minutes. 

Lyanna Baratheon wasn’t of prominent knowledge and reputation like her sisters, aptly named ‘the Four Storms’ – she didn’t remind Aegon at all of a stag or a doe, but rather something more diminutive and easily killed, like a prey animal. Mayhaps a rabbit– it would be an apt description, as she had giant eyes, brown –almost black– in their hue, a shiny glaze over them as she stared at the ground. Every so often, their eyes would meet, brown to violet, and she would look apt as Aegon thought she was.

A rabbit begging for its life.

Borros Baratheon stood beside her, murmuring something into her ear. He was a boorish oaf of a man who couldn’t even read– Aegon wasn’t the brightest star in the sky when it came to matters of literature, that’d always been his brother’s realm, but atleast he could fucking read. He thought it quite hysterical that his house sigil was that of a Stag when Lord Borros reminded him more of a boar. Mayhaps he should change it. 

As he continued to whisper to his daughter, her expression went from sordid to panicked, then back to sordid. She wasn’t very good at masking her emotions– she would need to learn if she were to survive at the Keep. The tips of her fingers twitched slightly and she was obviously holding herself back from tearing into her nail beds. 

“Lord Borros,” Aegon broke the tension, “Perhaps I should show your daughter around the gardens while you speak with my grandsire. We have the most beautiful gardens here and I’d imagine that Storm’s End wouldn’t have something quite as grand,” he glazed over Borros’ blank stare, “due to the storms, of course.” 

Lord Baratheon adjusted his doublet, which was far too small for him— did the Stormlands not have a proper fucking tailor? — and nodded, “Yes, that would be amicable. It would do some good to familiarize yourself with one another before the wedding in a week’s time.” 

Aegon’s throat felt parched. He knew that they were speeding things along but he didn’t anticipate it to be this fast. Grabbing a bottle of wine from a nearby servant, he descended back to Lyanna, intent on whisking her away as quickly as possible. Not because he found her particularly interesting, rather the opposite, but he needed an excuse to get out of the room. The insistent thrum of his pulse in his neck was all too loud. His arm looped under Lyanna’s, “Come, my lady,” he hummed, trying to seem like he was somewhat collected and kingly and not on the edge of chugging the entire carafe of wine and smashing it over the next poor fucker’s head. “To the gardens.” 

He practically strung along the poor girl, who hurriedly agreed and tried her best to keep up. “Y-yes, your grace,” she mewled, her feet tapping on the ground at irregular rhythms as she hung onto Aegon’s arm, bouncing against the stone walkway toward the gardens, “King’s Landing is… very beautiful, my king– your subject must be very pleased.”

As they descended the cobbled steps down to the garden, Aegon eyed her warily, “Did your father tell you to say that?”

“N-no, not exactly–” 

“He did. Anyone with half of a brain and a working nose knows that this accursed city smells of shit. You shouldn’t lie, my lady. You’re quite bad at it,” he took a small breath as he looked at her expression– the poor thing was on the verge of tears. “You will get better in time,” he continued with a slightly softer tone, “This Keep is full of great liars and you don’t seem… too much like your father. I am sure you will pick up quickly. How old are you?”

“Nineteen, your grace.” 

Aegon resisted giving a derisive snort, instead uncorking the wine bottle and tossing the stopper into the grass, “You’re quite young, then,” he took a swig, feeling the bitter tasting liquid coat his mouth, “All the better for heirs. Or so I’m sure that we’ve both been told.” 

In truth, some would consider her a bit late in age to be married– but Aegon didn’t care as long as he wasn’t robbing the cradle like his father did to his mother, or Daemon to Rhaenyra. He was twenty-six himself and tried to remember what he was like when he was nineteen; he couldn’t exactly pinpoint an exact memory. It was mostly a blur.

“I am… hopeful to provide you with many healthy heirs, my king,” she replied, her words sounding rehearsed. She is as poor of an actress as she is a liar, then. She paused for a moment, looking at her hands, “I… do not wish to replace the late queen, her grace, Helaena– I merely wish to fulfill my duty to the realm and my family– I am terribly… sorry to hear about Helaena, my king. As well as your prince brothers. War is a terrible thing.”

Aegon blinked profusely a few times. Her words after her pause sounded genuine– mayhaps she is capable of thinking for herself. She seemed… softhearted, even if a bit naive. He regarded the bottle in his hand for a moment, swishing it around. No one had really apologized to him for his losses– the enumerable amount of them he’s gone through these past few years. They all bowed their heads and wouldn’t meet his gaze, as if their blood was all on his hands. Mayhaps it was. He swallowed, his mouth pursed in a thin line, “... War is indeed a terrible thing, my lady.”

They walked for a few hours around the garden, talking about various things. Aegon still found her quite boring and uninteresting to look at– she wasn’t ugly by any means, and could be considered pretty, but she was just so terribly plain that it bored him to tears. Her speech was all faux and he tried to eek out any genuineness to her words through different subjects– all to no avail. It seemed the sore subject of Aegon’s family was the only thing to break her from her carefully crafted script.

Eventually, they parted ways– for the better, he thought. She was a fine match, a fine age, a fine vessel for his seed to produce a royal heir and whatever other innocuous thing his grandsire needed from him. 

What a terribly dreadful life he’s let himself sink into.

That night, he drained two bottles of Dornish Red, falling much into the same state of mind he had when he was nineteen. Wandering to the Street of Silk, he whored and drank himself into a state of sloven mania.

In the midst of his drunken ramblings, he wondered if he could ever find someone who would truly love him or if his opportunity had already passed.

– 

The wedding followed in the timeline that Borros and Otto had set– as quickly as possible. The council dipped into the coffers to make it happen, it was to be an extravagant event, a new beginning for the realm. Artisans, fine bakers and cooks were all hired to make the wedding a facet, stringing up red, green, yellow and black banners, making dozens of delicate pastries and even cooking six turduckens to line the tables.

It was all lavish and opulent– and Lyanna could not feel more out of place. The past week at the Keep had been a whirlwind of planning, gown fittings, flower picking. Her sisters were there in attendance, speaking up more than she on what to pick. It was fine with her, as she couldn’t bring herself to care for it. The gaudiness of it all made her feel ill. 

She had only met with Aegon the one time, the first time. Lyanna felt she made a terrible impression— she was so nervous that day that she’d vomited twice that morning, all while her father screamed at her to get it right, to say exactly as he told her to. For the most part, she had done just that— played the perfect little puppet for him and said all those empty words that meant nothing. 

She was meant to see Aegon at least three more times before the wedding, as there were a few dinners arranged between their two families. He had been absent for all, his mother citing that he was unable to attend for various reasons but nothing overtly specific.

Alicent Hightower was a nice lady— she was warm to Lyanna, talking to her at the dinners when no one else had bothered. She was the person who Lyanna felt most comfortable with in the Keep and was grateful that she was to be her good-mother. Alicent was a bit frayed at the ends from the loss of her other children; she was haunted, her eyes constantly red-rimmed and murmuring prayers under her breath. 

The morning of the wedding, Lyanna was summoned to Alicent’s solar to get ready. 

She knocked on the door, “Your grace— it’s Lyanna.”

“Come in, my dear,” she called out, a maid opening the door to let her in. “How are you feeling this morn?” Alicent was perched on the settee when Lyanna came in, and immediately rushed over to her, taking the young girl’s hands in hers. 

“Quite nervous,” Lyanna responded, her hands quivering ever so slightly, even under the warm touch of Alicent. “May I speak plainly, your grace?” 

“Of course,” she ushered Lyanna to the loveseat and had the maid pour them both tea, then promptly shooed her out. “It’s just us now, speak your mind, sweetling.” 

“I-I am afraid that… Aegon will not like me. I fear I didn’t make a good first impression— he seemed quite bored of me.” 

Alicent took a sip of her tea, giving a small sigh. “I will do you the favor of not sugarcoating words and speak plainly like you have done with me. Aegon will not like you,” she pursed her lips into a thin line, twisting the signet ring on her finger, “Aegon is a creature of debauchery and sin— and you are a good, pious girl. You are like oil and water.” her brown eyes met Lyanna’s, her expression softening. The two women had a fast camaraderie, praying together each morning in the Sept. “You… may not love him, or even like him— but there is a duty upon you to fulfill. It is a burden we carry as women, my dear. We are always behest to the men in our lives,” she stopped, her eyes glazing over with a far-away look, “I don’t mean to be discouraging. You are a… good hearted young woman and I believe you can channel that into something positive as the Queen.” 

Lyanna felt her stomach quivering at Alicent’s words, her skin flushing. “I… appreciate your plain speech, your grace. I just… do not wish to displease him.”

Alicent’s mouth twitched at each end as if she were mulling something over. “It will be hard to please him, my dear. You are nothing like the women that usually please him,” she wiped a hand down her face, “You remind me so much of myself, Lyanna. Pushed into something you are… ill-suited for. You’re a sweet and kindhearted girl and I don’t wish for you to tear yourself apart on the inside and feel as if you’re not good enough for him– you are, you are too good for him, too pure, too-” Alicent took a measured breath, “You are not what he wants and you never will be, my dear. It will do you well to know that now rather than years later. There is always someone else in their eyes– women like you and I do what we can. I pray you will find things that keep you happy.”

Lyanna picked up her tea cup with trembling hands, taking a sip. There seemed to be more to Alicent’s words than them just being about Aegon– but she didn’t want to push it. Dipping her head, she thanked her good-mother-to-be once more.

– 

“Wake up, wake up!” a voice boomed, rousing Aegon from his haze as a carafe of cold water was poured on him. The girl latched to his cock like a leech let out a shrill scream and scrambled away.

“Fucking hell– who the fuck?” Aegon slurred, blinking profusely half a dozen times before his vision came into focus. It was one of the Kingsguard, one more behest to his grandsire than him– and his grandsire, Otto, who had the now empty container of water in hand.

“Wake up, you ingrate,” Otto growled, grabbing his grandson by his collar, hoisting him up onto his feet, smacking his cheek gently. “Your wedding is in two hours and you’re passed out in a whorehouse. You’re the king, for the Seven’s sake– I thought you left this debauchery behind, atleast have your whores at the keep instead of being in these pits of sin.” 

“You can put a number of different hats on a bear, you know,” Aegon slumped against the wall, “Many kinds of hats; a hood, a felted dante, a linen coif, a cowl, a straw hat, a jester’s garb– heh, that’d be quite funny–” 

“Is there a point to your drunken babbling, Aegon?”

“Yes, ah– you can put many types of hats on a bear and change its look but at the end of the day, its still just a fucking bear,” he straightened out his stained tunic, “Point being– you can stick a crown on my head, put a sword in my hand and put me through a war to keep me on that fucking throne but guess what, grandsire, I am still just a bear at the end of the day.”

Otto stared at him, brow furrowed. “You aren’t a bear, you’re a dragon and a king, so act like it. You are getting married in two hours and you look like a sloven mess. You’re lucky that Borros is as blind for power and recognition as he is or he would take his daughter back to Storm’s End and you’ll be stuck with the next best choice.” 

“That boring rube of a girl was my best choice? I must be fucked, then, either way.”

Otto and his Kingsguard dog dragged Aegon back to the keep, and observed while maids scrubbed him clean, red and raw. He was put in a nicely fit green suit, his House cloak strapped to his shoulders. It was a whirlwind of events that led up to the doors of the Sept being opened and Aegon ushered in.

His stomach churned and he felt sixteen again, forced to wed his sister. He remembered being hardly conscious throughout the ceremony, fumbling over his cloak and practically smothering Helaena in it.

He looked down the aisle at Lyanna, who was dressed in a pale yellow dress with long, flowing sleeves. She had a high collar with black lining and antler embroidery all over the garment. It was actually well fitted this time, likely thanks to his mother, and it turned out she actually had a figure, with plush hips and a well-endowed chest. Her brown hair was half up, half down with an assortment of intricate braids– it reminded him of how Rhaenyra used to wear her hair and he wondered who thought to style it like that, and he wondered if he was the only one who noticed.

As he walked down the aisle, he saw his mother in the front row– she was crying, thumbing a pendant in the shape of a Seven Pointed Star. 

The ceremony was a blur to him, as he put the cloak over her shoulders and sealed their union with a kiss– a chaste one. She tasted like lavender tea. As he pulled back, he noticed that her eyes were rimmed with tears, and he felt the familiar sting of tears in his own eyes.

The feast was much the same, as he drank himself into a numbing stupor. He only had one moment of clarity, as some of the rowdy guests began to poke and prod at Lyanna, talking about the bedding ceremony. She looked visibly uncomfortable, picking at her nail beds under the table. Something about the sight of her discomfort and pain stirred something in Aegon that he couldn’t name– maybe he was feeling sentimental from the alcohol, but a surge of possessiveness flowed through him. He wasn’t known to be possessive, much the opposite in fact. But the egregious actions of these men pawing at his wife– their fucking queen, mind them– making disgusting insinuations. If she were a whore, it’d be different– but she was so… innocent, so coerced in all of this just as he was, it felt wrong. 

Aegon snapped, slamming his cup down, “There won’t be any fucking bedding ceremony,” he growled, “My wife and I will be retiring to our chambers– alone. And if… any one of you lays another paw on her, you will lose it.”

Lyanna stared at Aegon, those huge brown eyes wide. Her lips were parted slightly as he once again strung her along the halls to his– no, their– chambers. She was shaking.

Once in their chambers, he let go of her, uncorking another bottle of wine and taking a swig. “I presume you think that this is where I will fuck you, hm? Stick my prick in you and make an heir and we will all live happily ever after like a child’s storybook.”

Lyanna stared down at her feet. “It… it would be… the duty of husband and wife to consummate–”

“Fuck duty! I’m not going to fuck some weepy eyed maiden because my old fuck grandsire said so. I don’t have need of you in that way.”

Her hands were trembling as she unlaced the back of her dress, her movements autonomous– she was doing what she thought she should be doing in this situation. She began to undress, slipping her gown off and leaving her in her silken shift, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. The sight of her body, soft, stirred something within him for a moment, like a spark trying to ignite kindling.

“We don’t have to do this, Lyanna,” he murmured, using her name for the first time. He put down the wine bottle. “We can wait.”

“N-no! Please, I want to– please,” Lyanna whispered, practically pleading for it, as if she wanted to get it over with. “Please.”

Aegon rubbed a hand down his face. “Get on the bed then. Lie on your stomach.”

She did as she was told, laying flat on the bed on her stomach. She clutched some pillows as a lifeline.

He knew he should warm her up, he knew that they should want to touch one another, he should want to see her face– but he didn’t. He couldn’t bear to look at her face, or touch her for longer than was necessary. He barely shimmied down his trousers before he began poking at her entrance with a half-hard cock, partially trying to give her a moment to get used to the sensations, and partially trying to find where he was supposed to stick it– he knew, of course, he’d fucked his way through King’s Landing and then some, but he hadn’t fucked many maidens, and especially not when he was blind drunk.

Eventually, he hit home and slid into her, his movements slow at first. He could hear her whimpers and knew they weren’t of pleasure. It reminded him of his wedding night with Helaena where they’d both cried– all the memories of that night came flooding back, causing him to falter.

Lyanna looked back at him, her eyes puffy and red, “I-Is it over?” 

Aegon swallowed sharply, cringing as he stared at her. The moment of arousal he had– purely from stimulation alone– was gone now, his half-hard erection deflating completely. “Fuck– yes, it’s over.” he didn’t have the heart to tell her that it in fact had hardly started before it was over– and not in the good way. He pulled out of her, taking in a deep breath as he walked to the water basin and soaked a cloth with warm water, offering it to her. “Wipe yourself– it will help with the… pain… and blood.” 

She took the cloth, wiping away the remnants of their half-fulfilled consummation. “I-I’m… sorry,” Lyanna whispered, sniffling, “I know I am not what you want.” 

His mouth was pulled into a thin line as he turned away. “You’re right. You aren’t.”

They fell into bed next to each other and Aegon’s mind was swimming as he tried to sleep. He didn’t know what he wanted. He never wanted any of this– he just wanted to be a kid again with no responsibilities, with all of his siblings, even Rhaenyra– he would’ve… he would’ve been nicer to all of them, he wouldn’t of picked on Aemond, he would’ve gotten to know Rhaenyra better, he would’ve played with Helaena’s bugs, he would’ve taught Daeron all of the secrets of the castle. He would’ve told his grandsire to fuck off when they were to crown him and had Sunfyre char him to a crisp and given the crown to Rhaenyra.

He would’ve been loved then.

He just wanted to be loved.

[crybabylipstick]

TALKING ABOUT THE ALLEGATIONS AGAINST MELANIE MARTINEZ:

In November of 2017, Timothy tweeted "what if I have my own story of a*use but I'm scared to ruin the persons life and I still love them in a f*cked up way and the public really loves them and most probably wouldn't believe me".

On December 4, 2017, Timothy publicly accused Melanie of s*xual as*ault on Twitter. She alleged two nights during which she "repeatedly said no" to advances from Melanie, claiming she kept secret for years and describing how Melanie had performed s*xual act*vities on her without her consent.

Melanie replied to the accusation shortly after claiming Timothy's allegation was false:

"I am horrified and saddened by the statements and story told tonight by Timothy Heller. What she and I shared was a close friendship for a period of time. We came into each other's lives as we were both starting our careers as artists, and tried to help each other. We both had pain in dealing with our individual d*mons and the new paths we were forging, but I truly felt we were trying to lift each other up. She never said no to what we chose to do together. And although we parted ways, I am sending her love and light always." (In case the picture is blurry).

- Melanie Martinez

In an interview with Newsweek, Timothy claimed that Melanie tried to contact both her and her boyfriend around 20 minutes after publishing the accusations through text and phone calls. No evidence to back this up was ever shared. In the aforementioned interview, Timothy went on to say that Melanie's dismissal of her account "says it all":

First of all, I did say 'no,' multiple times, but even if I hadn't, that doesn't mean I wanted it. She dug her own grave saying, 'she didn't say no'. That's not consent."

- Timothy Heller

On December 10, Melanie thanked her fans who supported her after the accusations.

"I understand how hard it could be to see my side of the story, considering no one with a heart would want to invalidate anyone speaking up about this topic. I want to thank my fans who took the time to research the timeline, analyze past Instagram photos, and question the story being told, which reveal her false statements. I trusted so many people in my life who took advantage of that trust for their own personal gain. Please know that my intentions with everything that I do in my life are always pure and I would never be i*timate with someone without their absolute consent." (In case the picture is blurry).

- Melanie Martinez

On July 19, 2024, 6 years after the controversy, Timothy posted a 6-minute video onto TikTok detailing how she had been h*rassed and bullied off the internet due to speaking up about the all*gations. She also said that she felt "quite validated" from Melanie's response due to Melanie admitting that the two had something take place between them.

(screenshot of the video Timothy is talking about Melanie and the whole situation).

Now, before anyone says something like "Oh wow you're supporting a 🍇pist" "You support 🍇pe" "Can't believe you believe Melanie" etc. I don't believe anyone, I'm not picking sides neither I'm trying to start a fight or offend anyone. I've been getting a lot of hate about the whole situation from people who don't even know me, saying stuff like "You support 🍇pe" "I hope you get 🍇ped too" "Supporting a 🍇pist" and really mean and offensive stuff like that. I DO NOT support 🍇pe. I just wanted to clear some things out, just because I'm a fan of Melanie doesn't mean I support everything she does and believe in everything she says etc. I'm just a fan and nothing more, I DO NOT care about her personal LIFE or what she DOES. I just listen to her music and art. I'm not trying to offend anyone or anything. And I'm not saying you shouldn't express your thoughts or opinions on the whole situation or anything like that. Neither I'm saying you are in the wrong if you believe Timothy/Melanie. All I'm trying to say is we shouldn't judge or pick sides because only Melanie and Timothy know what truly happened. We might never know the truth, and that's totally okay. The only people who can judge each other are Melanie and Timothy. We don't even know what happened. Timothy could be lying, Melanie could be lying, who knows? Also, Melanie hasn't been proven GUILTY neither is Timothy's story INVESTIGATED or proven to be TRUE.

Another thing I want to point out is that even tho Timothy claims to be traumatised by Melanie and the whole situation etc. Timothy in 2015/2016 had dressed up as Melanie:

( 1st photo edited by me (I mean how I compared the pictures) , please give credits if you use etc. Thank you 🌬️🤍).

I'm sure you don't dress up as someone who has done something so serious and mean to you.

Not to mention when Timothy said the date that apparently the whole situation happened Melanie was in another state on the "CRYBABY TOUR". The last time I checked, you couldn't f*ck someone from that far away. (Not trying to offend anyone). And she also has claimed that she didn't remember the date that well yet she is still giving us a date.

Anyways, that's all I have to say, if you read all that, thank you, I really appreciate it. 🌬️🤍

( By the way, this is MY opinion about the whole situation. NOT trying to start a fight, be mean or offend anyone. Saying this so that there won't be any misunderstandings or false information 💕🩹).

[eirianerisdar]

...

Just had an absolutely terrifying conversation with my own mother (both of us not American) about the US elections

She, who once was a vehement critic of trump, decided to go on fox news for the last few days and consume a bunch of videos. Then she called me today, my birthday, to tell me that she thinks if she were American she'd have chosen Trump over Kamala.

"What," I said. "Could you explain?"

"I just dislike Kamala more than I hate Trump," she said. "She doesn't have any policies."

Blatant Fox News misinformation aside, the most terrifying thing that ensued in our half-hour conversation afterwards was her sheer unwillingness to accept new information because her Opinion was already set in stone.

Some quotes she said during the convo:

"I didn't say I'd vote for Trump! I'd just not vote for either!" ("That's the same as voting for him because he'd win anyway.") "I didn't say that!" "Stop telling me about the dissolving of the department of education and this new McCarthy-style surveillance Department of Efficiency thing Trump is setting up. I don't know a lot but I know my opinion." (Textbook I refuse new information because false media makes me more comfortable) "I've heard of this project 2025 thing but stop telling me about it. I don't want to know about it. Stop making me defend trump." (YOU ALREADY ARE??) "Vance speaks so well." (ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING) "Why are we talking about politics on your birthday" (YOU BROUGHT IT UP, MOTHER)

In the end I said, "Mum. If I was voting for a president my bottom line would be that I could stand in the same room as the candidate without fear of being r*ped."

She ignored that.

"Let's not argue," she laughed in the end. "Let's just watch it all unfold like a show, okay? (the phrase she used in Chinese was roughly translated to a spectacle or comedy)

"Mother," I said. "As someone living in Hong Kong right now I don't think it's a show. It's happening."

====

This is why the Democrats lost the election. Millions upon millions of people voted for Trump because they didn't want to know. They got a version of a truth that was more comfortable for them and just closed their eyes and ears to the screams of everyone around them and voted to dismantle their own democracy. Because they didn't like that Kamala was a woman, or some of her policies, or that she was a Democrat.

They believed the lies that the media fed them and ended up disliking her more than they disliked that Trump was a r*pist, a liar, and a fascist.

The election was lost because of people like my parents.

[wearethesensum]

in light of the recent harvestfaith "allegations."

earlier today, an account on tumblr called @electric-kitty accused @red-seer, the owner of the harvestfaith series, of being in contact with a r@pist and idolizing adam rosner without a single screenshot or verifiable claim.

after being asked for screenshots, they refused to answer with screenshots or any proof of their accusations, even going as far as to say that a profile picture of noah maxwell, the main protagonist of tribetwelve played by adam rosner, and the fact that they’re jewish is enough proof.

i haven’t known jesse for very long, but i have met those who know jesse longer than i have, and all of us agree that jesse has never once fetishized milo asher, willingly came into contact with a r@pist, and idolized adam rosner. not to mention the fact that they’re dragging the fact that they’re jewish BY BLOOD makes them the same as adam rosner. antisemitism is a serious issue, and they make it look like that just because adam rosner was potentially jewish (i was not aware of this at the time) that means that all jews are just like him. not only that, but they misgendered jesse as well.

please disregard any claims that @electric-kitty has made, as they are immature, false accusations, and overall barely credible claims.

stay safe out there.

[21wanderer]

The ski instructor

Body a day - #26: Ice

Martin Ziegler went out for early morning skiing. He did that quite often, and he enjoyed having the pistes to himself before starting his job as a ski instructor at the Richter Ski Resort.

Cruising through the quiet ice-covered forest in the early sunlight, with fresh untouched snow under your feet was truly magical.

But Martin didn’t see the tripwire barely visible in the frost, he tripped and fell, fortunately not too hard, but as he got back on his feet, brushed off the snow, and went back to see, what he had tripped over, he was hit from behind with something heavy and knocked unconscious.

--

He should be thankful I was turning him into a bodysuit, otherwise I could just have taken his clothes and left him to freeze in the snow. A wig, a false beard and a bit of makeup should make a pretty convincing disguise, but this was on a whole other level, his skin was going to be my disguise, a perfect disguise.

In hindsight it was probably not the best place to assault this guy, changing down to my birthday suit in the middle of cold icy forest probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was my best chance to get him to myself. But it was going to be worth it, to get a new ‘birthday suit’.

I pulled off the instructor’s, what appeared to be, brand-new ski suit, it looked really good on him, and it was going to look even better on me. Having stripped him off his ski-suit and all the other layers of clothes, I could finally take a close look at this fine body. This guy was fit, had a strong body, a handsome face and a nice beard, and as a ski instructor at the Richter Resort, one of the most luxurious and exclusive ski resorts in Switzerland, this identity could be very profitable and worthwhile.

Full of determination I began to strip, my resoluteness and desire being the main things preventing me from turning into an icicle as I threw my clothes in the snow. Finally I could start squeezing my naked body into his, and it had to be quick. Fortunately I slid right on in, and settled quite easily and comfortably in the ski instructor’s skin, but it was a cold experience, I could feel goosebumps on my new exterior. I quickly put on his sweat-soaked ski-underwear, before delightfully slipping on his still slightly warm ski-suit. Zipping it up, emphasizing that this body, this identity, this life was now mine. I checked his belt bag, everything was there, keys, phone, wallet, ID and staff member-card. It was perfect, everything I needed to play Martin Ziegler.

I buried my old clothes in the snow, then stuffed the rest of my belongings in my bag, before making my way back to the resort. I could really use some warmth before ‘starting my job’.

Several hours later I was back outside, it was time to meet the first of my 'clients'.

A well-off gentleman accompanied by two teenagers, one eager, one rather sulky, approached me.

”Hello, Austin Devons, Executive Vice President, EIS Group, this is my son Damian and daughter Lucille...”

I shook his hand with a firm grip, smiled and said: ”Hello there, Martin Ziegler, ski instructor.”

[chaifootsteps]

When you think about it, it’s objectively fucked up that a relationship we are supposed to root for has it’s fandom debating about which character is “to blame” for their first night sleeping together. Stolas fans claim stolas was r*ped by Blitzø, and the rest of us can see it is very much continually the opposite. Either way we can all agree that this was not consensual in some way. It’s a horror story, say some rich friend of yours throws a house party, you find out a poor person tried to steal from him, he drunkenly locked the attempted thief in his bedroom for sex. Who is really to blame? It also just feels like such a cliche porn scenario.

But the fans and Viv apparently, stretch the truth so far for this ship that they’d literally brand the protagonist as a r*pist to I guess, justify it? If that’s what they believe to be the case, why the fuck do they expect us to want stolas to be with him then? If Blitzø is stolas’ abuser, Stella is his abuser, Octavia is his abuser, Asmodeus is his abuser, Fizz is his abuser, and Paimon is his abuser, who’s driving the plane??!!

In a way it’s almost an accomplishment to write sex that is mutually non consensual, with stolas drunk and under false pretences, and blitzø being trapped in that bedroom under at least to his knowledge, threat of physical harm. And the invisible trappings of guilt and pity. And with the way stolas said “I will handle him accordingly” to his guards, it’s framed as if the sex is a punishment. Actually not once but twice, with Stella it’s also mutually non consent. Stolas has never had a consensual sex partner because of his power, yet somehow is the victim of everyone else?

It's like a Mexican standoff of nonconsent. It's actually pretty astonishing.

[jellofangy]

This is far different from the content I usually post but I just felt the need to post about this because the prejudiced tantrums from TERS and transphobes is so hilariously fucking moronic I HAVE to say something. Warning for Transphobia/Sexism/Misogyny/Homophobia. Bonus warning for weird phrasing of biology cause ngl I suck at science.

An Algerian cis woman born with intersex biology and higher testosterone competes in boxing at the olympics against another cis woman. The Algerian woman wins. What is the response from TERS?

If you guessed they throw a tantrum and immediately attack this intersex WOC, believing that she's a trans-woman (Or in their eyes a "Man") who used her position to hurt a sMalLler HElplESS REAL WoMYN (In a sport. Where people hurt each other.) without bothering to do any research on 2024 Olympic rules and Algeria laws because that ruins their whole hive-mind belief system, then congrats! You win! By the way TERS how has your plans to get a convicted dutch cis male child-r*pist's life rightfully destroyed and forced out of sports permanently going?

...You have started on that right?

It's almost as if TERS only pretend to be feminists so they can continue justifying whatever prejudiced mindset they have (As well as continuing to call everyone around them, even one's in their own group misogynists and class-traitors for even telling them nicely that's not ok) and their ideology mostly exists on whatever unbiased research and false information they have on them.

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 2 Part 4 Group 19

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Joestar Group: Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Muhammad Avdol, Iggy the Fool

Bucci Gang: Bruno Bucciarati, Narancia Ghirga, Leone Abbacchio, Pannacotta Fugo, Trish Una, Guido Mista, Giorno Giovanna

Joestar Group:

Iconic himbo squad off to defeat the world's bitchiest vampire. Each of them has their own personal reason to journey and varying skills to bring to the family.

Bucci Gang:

Well all of them were outed by their family or ✨society ✨. Narancia was falsely accused of a crime, went to juvenile because of it, his father never showed any love, disowned, and he got a horrible eye disease. Well Bucci found him in the streets, took him to a proper doctor, and got his eye cured. Abbacchio was a cop that wanted to be completely pure and guided himself by justice. But the city he worked in was very corrupt, so one day he decided to take a bribe. Well the criminal who gave him the bribe was later found guilty of killing 2 people and told about how Abbacchio took a bribe from him. Abbacchio was seen as a dirty cop and was unemployed. He turned to alcohol and usually wandered the streets. Well Bucci found him, and helped him become better. Abbacchio joined his gang too. Fugo was a perfect son. He was extremely gifted and was born into a rich family. Now this may seem like the dream but his parents never showed him love. He was only treasured because of his intelligence. He was so smart, he was able to go to college at 13. Well while he was there, his professor repeatedly SA him. One day, his professor came to him, and Fugo beat the man with a encyclopedia in an act of self defense. He was disowned by his parents and lived in streets for 2 years. Bucci found him, and let him join his gang. Trish is the daughter of the most powerful mafia boss in Italy. Because of this, she was hunted down by her father and La Squada( they’re a group of gangsters that want to take down such boss). Her father hunted her down because he wanted to killed her to keep his identity a secret. Well Bucci gang protected her and is a part of it. Mista was a regular dude. Always had an optimistic look on life. So one day, he saw a woman almost getting r@ped in a car and decided to shoot the r@pists. Well in court, he was ruled a murderer and not an act of self defense. Bucci got him out and he joined his gang. Lastly, Giorno was a gangster that wanted to eradicate drugs being sold to minors. So he joined the Bucci gang. Giorno was neglected by his mother as a child and was beaten by his step dad. Bucci himself was never really loved by his father. Now the Bucci gang is essentially just Bucci trying to take care of some confused teenagers and a gothic depressed man.

I could go on for a long time, but they were all somehow rejected by society for mental health issues, classism, abuse, and saw each other's worth.

[originalleftist]

Something I dearly wish more people, especially those who identify with progressivism and the Left, understood is Intersectionality.

I don't claim to be any kind of expert on the subject myself, and I have my own biases and privilege, so take my position for whatever its worth, and feel free to dissect it. But very basically, "Intersectionality is a sociological analytical framework for understanding how groups' and individuals' social and political identities result in unique combinations of discrimination and privilege. Examples of these factors include gender, caste, sex, race, ethnicity, class, sexuality, religion, disability, height, age, and weight. These intersecting and overlapping social identities may be both empower and oppressing. However little good-quality quantitative research has been done to support or undermine the practical uses of intersectionality." (Wikpedia)

Put very simply, its about how different aspects of someone's identity affect how they are privileged and disadvantaged/discriminated against- and, crucially, how one can be both privileged in certain ways, and discriminated against in others.

I had heard the term previously, and probably had a vague sense of what it meant, but I believe that, as with so many things, I first started to really realize its importance, and the deficiency of awareness of intersectionality, while following the Depp v Heard trial (full disclosure: I actually used Depp v Heard as an example of intersectionality on a college anthropology exam, and I will undoubtably repeat some things from that here, though I do not have the exam on-hand to refer to).

One of the recurring arguments raised by certain Depp supporters (presumably those sympathetic to the Left, or perhaps more astute at manipulating the Left) was basically that Amber Heard did not deserve support because she was wealthy/famous/privileged. A recurring line (and example of how, despite being deeply rooted in Right-wing MRA/Incel ideology, "the Justice for Johnny Depp" crowd coopted Left-wing and social justice rhetoric) was to mock and dismiss Heard's obvious distress as "white woman tears".

Of course, this term is typically used to call out white fragility/defensiveness around race, and white women who play the victim against Black people- not a white woman who is in actual distress because she's being forced to publicly relive r*pe trauma in court before a jeering mob of her r*pist's fans. And the entire narrative ignores that Depp enjoyed far more power and privilege than Heard did (those who claim otherwise are generally adopting the misogynist "Men's Rights Activist" narrative that women are actually the privileged gender in society and are always believed, while constantly making false accusations against men- which was probably their whole point). It also means ignoring that Heard was repeatedly and viciously targeted based on her gender, her sexual orientation as an openly queer woman, and her mental health. Depp was subject to some ableist attacks as well, for example, in that he was stigmatized for the illness of addiction, but Heard, as with most things, got by far the worst of it.

One could and should also point out that much of what was directed at Heard and her supporters-the censoring of her freedom of expression, harassment and death threats against her and her child, abuse of the legal system, etc, as well as the horrific and life-threatening abuse inflicted against her by Depp and previously found to be true by a UK court-would be unjustified against anyone, regardless of their relative privilege, at least assuming one believes in universal rights or the rule of law. But the argument of privilege on Heard's part is itself selective, and misleading.

Now, flash forward to October 2023, for case study number 2. Among the arguments of the anti-semitic Left since October 7th have been that Israelis (primarily Jewish citizens of the world's only Jewish state) do not deserve sympathy or consideration, and that anything that is done to them is justified as "resistance", because they are the oppressors- they hold the power and privilege. Often, this has manifested as attacks not only on Israel and Israelis, but one anyone who supports them- and anyone who is Jewish. Again, one could and should reject outright that atrocities such as murder, r*pe, slavery, and torture are justified against anyone, for any reason. But the premise of the argument, that Israel holds the power and privilege, is again over-simplistic. Certainly, Israel has more economic and military power than Hamas, Gaza, or Palestine. But on a world-wide scale, the Jewish people are still a very small, marginalized, and vulnerable group- and would likely be far more so without a nation capable of defending itself. Jews amount to less than half a percent of the world's population, and the vast majority live in one of two countries- Israel and the United States. Further, regardless of the power disparity that exists between Israel and Gaza or Palestine, it should be self-evidently preposterous to argue that a random Israeli civilian, confronted by a Hamas gunman and facing imminent murder, r*pe, abduction, or all of the above, is in a position of power. But all of this is frequently ignored to try to justify bigotry, terrorism, and collective punishment of Israelis- and, very often, Diaspora Jews as well.

One should also consider how many Leftists have reacted to the war in Ukraine. Ukraine is unquestionably the smaller, less powerful party in a war with Russia, and it is unquestionably the victim of aggression. So, how did the Putinist/Tankie wing of the Left justify supporting Russia over Ukraine? Easy- they just treat Ukraine as an extension of NATO/the US, rather than as a sovereign nation, and argue that NATO aggression and imperialism caused the war, which Russia is then the underdog resisting (this of course is basically a Kremlin propaganda narrative).

Now, let's jump forward to the present, where Joe Biden's political future is being imperilled by relentless attacks asserting, on little to no solid evidence, that he is both mentally and physically unfit to run for or serve as President. One would assume that if any person on Earth is immune to systemic discrimination, it's Joe Biden. He is a fairly wealthy, heterosexual, cisgendered, white, Christian, American man. He basically won Privilege Bingo. And he currently holds the single most powerful position on the planet- one which just became frighteningly more powerful with the Supreme Court's presidential immunity ruling (albeit a ruling they obviously only made for Trump's benefit, confident that Biden would not abuse the immense and utterly unprecedented power that they have bestowed upon him).

And yet, as we saw with Hillary Clinton and Barrack Obama before him, even climbing to the heights of political power does not shield a marginalized identity from attack. Hillary Clinton is a former First Lady, Senator, and Secretary of State, and was a major party's nominee for President. But she was subjected to relentless attacks, some obviously misogynist, and it certainly played a role in her defeat and the election of Donald Trump- a serial r*pist who was taped boasting about being able to get away with grabbing women "by the pussy". Barrack Obama won the Presidency twice- but not without a widespread movement denying that he was even a real American, allegations that he was a "secret Muslim" (which would not be disqualifying for the Presidency in any case), and a backlash that also likely contributed to the election of Trump, a virulent racist.

Biden, as a white man, has advantages that Obama and Clinton never did. But Biden too can still be attacked and treated unfairly based on his association with various marginalized identities. As soon as he showed signs of age and frailty, he was subject to the relentless contempt of our society for the geriatric and the disabled. Add to that his life-long stutter. Granted, Biden has far more power than most to resist such attacks, so it would probably be a big stretch to say that he is a victim of systemic oppression. But these attacks, using ableism and ageism to declare someone unfit for the Presidency, are ultimately also attacks on the dignity of all older and disabled people (there's also a good bit of racism and misogyny underlying it, as at least some of the hyperbole and fear-mongering over Biden's age and fitness is clearly driven by fear that a Black woman might succeed him- see in particular the recent piece in The Washington Post calling for Biden to stay in but replace VP Harris).

So what is my point in all of this? It is that peoples' identities are complex, and that just because someone is privileged-even immensely privileged-in certain ways does not mean that they cannot be underprivileged, marginalized, or oppressed and discriminated against in others. And that if the Left/progressives as a whole had as solid a grasp of intersectionality, and its importance, as they do of privilege, they would be far less likely to fall so easily for fascist psy-ops trying to convince Leftists that no, this whole class of people are okay to persecute because they're actually Oppressors, in order to divide and conquer us all.

Because the thing is: privilege is real. So is systemic discrimination. Certain people and groups of people do have unfair advantages over others based on their identities and how they are perceived, which contribute to bias and must be accounted for and rectified. But this is also true: everybody has multiple different identities. Everybody has ways in which they are advantaged over someone else, and ways in which they are disadvantaged. Some people have far more things that fall on one side of the scale than the other. But you can find something about just about anyone that gives them an unfair advantage over someone else. So if you focus only on that, and define someone's worthiness to receive sympathy accordingly, then you can reframe anyone as the Oppressor, and therefore unworthy of sympathy, and deserving of anything that is done to them.

Of course, one might also cynically argue that many people WANT to fall for that ploy, because it gives them an excuse to engage in harassment, bullying, and abuse; to join in the mob, while pretending to be righteous. I might also observe that the Left's fixation on determining who is worthy of sympathy based on who holds the most power essentially commits them ideologically to always being on the losing side- should any Leftist ever actually succeed in achieving major political success, they will become part of "the establishment", and immediately suspect. And I wonder how large a role this sort of thinking plays in Leftist third party "purity politics", and the infamous "circular firing squad".

[lokisasylum]

I need u guys to take this as serious as possible...

I dunno if ya'll remember a few days ago we were fighting and mass reporting Korean JK solos, because they were spewing false claims against Jimin (and jikook as a whole) being "Hybe's gay performance". And a great lot of them were tagging big entities like Ministry of Defense and one of the big offices from the Military.

Despite our efforts to snuff out the fire before ot could get more serious, K-PJMS have received calls from the Ministry of Defense office about the issue, to which they have explained as best as possible that those sentiments did not represent the whole fandom. That it was false claims by a small group of deranged fans upset at not getting their way.

However, Kpjms were told that regardless of why and who made these statements and because they tagged their main office, they need to have an internal meeting to decide how to handle the situation and therefore an official statement could come out soon.

So we have no idea whats gonna happen now, but its quite clear that whatever happens will leave the fandom in shame. And we don't know if this will affect the boys or just the ones who dared to play with their safety (since they are Korean).

This is why we keep insisting to CALL OUT people by name when they start shit in the fandom. Its not "all solos are vile" and call it a day. Fucking actually call out the ones doing the wrong deeds instead of generalizing.

And the shippers NEED TO STOP shoving ur narratives in the boys faces or on to other people. PLEASE accept once and for all that NO ship is real, its fandom made and should stay WITHIN THE FANDOM as part of the "fun".

Yesterday these same fans were calling RM a r*pist over a photo with Supreme Boi and some other dude.

Please understand how grave this situation is and only the boys will take the hardest hit...

[lightofraye]

Massive trigger/content warning here: this mentions r*pe. It's also meant as an educational moment, so it's a bitter pill. This young woman is describing an event that happened, how the justice system failed her (and so many others), and how very America brushes it off as a whole.

Sadly, despite Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and other cop procedural shows, it is false. No, there is no special department dedicated to investigating r*pes. Very rarely do cops take it seriously at all! The victim--frequently a woman--is shamed, asked if she tried to fight back, if she led the man on, if... you name it. If it's a man? Oh good luck of finding a cop taking it seriously at all.

We have a massive backlog of r*pe kits that were never tested at all. When there were a few mayors or governors who got elected and forced those tests to be run? Many were repeat offenders! Many were people known to the victim! (Stranger r*pe is rare, it does happen, but you're more likely to know the person--be it as an acquaintance, a former partner, coworker, your neighbor, the repairman your landlord sent... It's rare for someone to just randomly grab a person off the street, r*pe them, and leave.)

So... onto the tweets that I want to share.

My heart breaks for this young woman. That her r*pist still walks free despite his numerous repeat crimes... is horrific. That the judge dismissed her like that. A protective order is a joke. A piece of paper cannot shield someone from a physical attack. Police are too slow, and there may not be enough to respond to a sudden call of "My r*pist is breaking in!" (Ask me how I know that personally.)

When police aren't on calls to check something, I see them far too often just sitting there doing speed traps--which, yes, an issue, but leaving unsolved crimes like r*pe alone? Ignoring the victims, dismissing them, revictimizing them again and again because god forbid a person like sex?! (No, not saying r*pe is sex, I mean "slut shaming". Cops have been known to imply the victim not being a virgin deserved what happened.)

I'm a r*pe survivor. My mother was a r*pe survivor--her own attacker was my father. I have skeletons in my family closet that horrify me, piss me off, because it seemed my extended family would prefer to hide such "shame" and pretend these people were 'great people' instead of horrible people. This happens in a lot of families.

This heavily relates to abuse. How we treat abuse. How people view abusers, those who knew them personally and those who were abused by them. How society seems to dismiss abuse, brush it off, imply it wasn't "meant like that".

I commend this young woman for speaking up. For not letting fear and the incompetence of our justice system stop her from trying to stop her r*pist.

I only wish more could be done.

[darklinaforever]

The fact that Aegon is a r*pist (in the series, this strange story from the books about a twelve-year-old girl can hardly be considered r*pe) does not make him a less interesting character, especially in the books (I chose TG after reading them and there his story is amazing). If he's not your cup of tea - okay, but people can love any characters and their feelings are valid, it doesn't mean they justify r*pists or something lol. It's especially strange to hear something like that from a person who likes Darkling, who abused Alina and Kylo, who did the same with Rey. Double standards?

What amazing stories for the Greens ? They don't have an amazing story. Compare to the characters of the Blacks team ?!

Also, yes, fictional characters being rapists can be interesting. It's the truth. Like Kilgrave from Jessica Jones, notably through his extremely frightening power of control. But who exactly is interesting about Aegon II ? One of his descriptions is that he drinks, likes to eat, rapes, no taste for responsibility. He is also a hypocritical character (In the sense if he really said that line about how a brother should not take his sister's throne. Because if he said it, he is a hypocrite for then ardently wanting to keep power for himself even afterwards. Or maybe it's simply an invention of pro-Green propaganda by Eustace to try to soften this asshole, making him even worse than hypocrite). And on top of that, he's not particularly intelligent from what I remember.

And yes, it is certain that this 11 / 12 year old girl, named girl, a sign that she was not considered a woman but a child, completely consented to the fact that a prince superior to her wanted to sleep with her ! No doubt she was fully consenting at last ! Aegon II is also a rapist in the book ! Whether you like it or not !

Oh. And you know the Darkling and Kylo Ren / Ben Solo aren't ? Rapists. (Kylo Ren is even a victim of grooming by Snoke / Palpatine in fact) So no. I don't have double standards. You are just someone who obviously doesn't know how to think.

And yes. The people who are team greens trying to justify the fact that Aegon II is a rapist. I had one try to tell me that Aegon II was either not a rapist at all, or that he had just sexually assaulted servants, which is apparently very commonplace for a prince ! All while trying to say that Daemon is the real rapist without a doubt ! So again, yes. They are trying to justify, or simply accuse another character of being.

And the simple fact that you sent this private message to try to tell me that no Aegon II can hardly be seen as a rapist in the book and that it is only in the series... Something canonically false, while trying blaming me for my love of other characters who aren't rapists, trying to say I have double standards, is an attempt of justification.

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo, he is a character who has been abused and manipulated (groomed) since he was a fetus to be forced to switch to the dark side, eventually obtaining redemption.

Also, Kylo Ren abuses Rey when exactly ? During the so-called torture that Kylo allegedly subjected Rey to in episode 7 ? From 1, they are at war. 2, they are enemies. 3, Rey has information that could be valuable to Kylo's side, it's literally his job to interrogate Rey. And 4, he was gentle and careful with her, avoiding hurting her. So damn, we have to stop with this stupid "torture" scene. What exactly do you think the TRUE torture scene of Poe by Kylo at the beginning of the film was there for ? It served as a contrast to Rey's situation later. Poe was beaten and had his mind searched in an extremely painful manner. Rey was having none of that. Do you want a real scene of torture suffered by Rey ? Snoke in The Last Jedi, or this time, Rey screams in pain like Poe when his mind is invaded. And if you come to point out all the times Kylo and Rey fought, should I remind you that it's war and they're in enemy because they are in different camps ? Just the basic thing that forces them to be against each other ?

For the Darkling, he is a complex / gray character, who basically does bad things with an essentially altruistic goal, namely saving his Grisha people and his Ravka country, and who Leigh Bardugo herself cannot call a pure villain.

Also, like Reylo, Darklina are on opposing sides during a war. Does it make sense that they are not always gentle with each other ? No ?

The link between the character of Aegon II, rapist and 100% villain of the Green team and the two characters that are the Darkling and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo exactly ?!

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RITROVA LA SORELLA DISABILE DOPO 30 ANNI DI RICERCHE

Monica Guerra, una donna toscana di 57 anni, ha cercato la sorella da cui era stata separata da bambina ed è riuscita a trovarla, dopo 29 anni di ricerche.

Nata a Castellina Marittima in provincia di Pisa, fu data in adozione dalla sua famiglia che con 11 figli non era in grado di prendersi cura di lei. “Quando ho scoperto di essere stata adottata ho iniziato le ricerche. Ho scoperto di avere una sorella la quale era stata affidata ad una struttura cittadina”.

“Sedici anni fa ho iniziato il mio lavoro a Casa Migliorati a Calcinaia. Quando ho saputo che mia sorella poteva essere ospite nella struttura fiorentina ho chiesto alla persona giusta, nel momento giusto. Sono stata fortunata … Donatella, mia sorella vive ancora a Firenze. Affetta da una grave forma di autismo conduce la propria vita nella piena dignità, nella serenità e nell’amore di tante persone”. Le due donne, per un caso fortuito, si trovavano in due strutture dello stesso gruppo, una come impiegata e l’altra come ospite. Cosa ha provato? “Credo che sia impossibile da descrivere. Da 29 anni aspettavo quel momento: false piste, delusioni, paure. Ad un tratto me la sono trovata davanti e mi ha sorriso. Allora ho capito che la mia ricerca era terminata. Ho provato pace. Non è importante che cosa Donatella abbia capito. Io so che ha bisogno del suo tempo, ma sono anche certa che abbia provato qualcosa di incredibile anche lei. Siamo sorelle”.

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Thank you the post was gorgeous. And sorry for bringing up reader's gender. Old habits die hard. Could you do the same idea (from aegon and rhaenyra pist)for Alicent and Aemond? I promise to leave you be after that x)

hi! of course! you can also feel free to continue pestering me after this post. i love interacting with my readers!!

i also got your other message in my inbox, so for this post (y/n) will be someone who was unwillingly part of the black faction of the targaryen war of succession. (kind of goes against the hcs but it's all good and for fun)

alicent hightower

attempts to sabotage rhaenyra and her claim were futile. no matter what you did, they always managed to come back from their setback. and eventually, it did not take long for them to figure out it was you that had been sabotaging them.

daemon offers to slice off your head for treason, but it appeared rhaenyra was merciful. she says that you are to remain their prisoner.

safe to say, alicent no longer got your ravens.

when king’s landing fell to rhaenyra’s forces, she thought about jumping to her death. she thought about the freedom that would come. but soldiers took her away before she could reach the window.

she was dragged into the great hall and an unnatural sound left her when she saw you. “(y/n)!”

alicent runs over to you and she cups your face. your eyes were glazed over, as if in a trance. she notices your dirty clothes and the state of your being. “what have they done to you? my dear darling.”

she turns to rhaenyra, who sat upon the iron throne. she wore that golden crown of hers. her father’s crown. it almost made the former queen flinch when she saw its familiar shining light.

“we have done nothing. (y/n) should consider themselves lucky that my king consort did not execute them.” rhaenyra looks at her childhood friend. “albeit they do not fare well with travel.”

“you are cruel rhaenyra!”

“cruel? cruel?” she stands, taking a few steps forward. “do you want to know what is cruel, step-mother? usurping my throne under false claims that my father made. causing the death of my children!”

“they were bastards.”

“and does that mean they get to die?” the queen lets out a scoff. “in a way, you were the reason why your son’s eye got taken out.”

“do not dare speak about my son!” alicent exclaims. you could hear her voice crack. “where is he?”

“he is still alive. at the insistence of his lover. you, on the other hand.” daemon speaks up. “i believe it is best we do not let her get away.”

that could only mean one thing.

“rhaenyra! please!” alicent begs. “have mercy!”

“your sons did not have mercy. your father did not have mercy. you did not have mercy. and you will get none.”

your own breath was shaky but you managed to get the words out. “you will not hurt her. you have to get through me first.”

“how lovely.” rhaenyra sits back on the iron throne. “you are free to do what you want daemon.”

the king consort smiles as he pulls out dark sister.

“it is time the both of you join the vulture known as otto hightower.”

aemond targaryen

it was a miracle that he managed to survive the battle against daemon. how he didn’t die? he would never know. albeit his dragon was dead, beaten by the speed of the blood wyrm.

he went with the blacks willingly, a prisoner in dragonstone.

but what aemond one-eye didn’t expect was to see you: his lover. and to watch you undo his shackles and help him out of his cell to a nicer room. you scrubbed him clean and gave him his eyepatch back.

but he tossed it away and kissed you harder than ever, pushing you onto the bed.

that night, he ravished you like no other time. and when you both were done, he just buried his face in your chest and held you close.

cells did some good for the man. he had more time to contemplate his life and the choices that had led to him being thrown into the cell.

killing lucerys did nothing to ease the anger in his heart. it only made him grow more bitter and more angry.

you could even recall his anger in his voice, the way he talked to you unnatural. it hurt your heart to see him in pain. but there was no time to talk to him about how he was talking to you.

you had to go. your family would fight for rhaenyra and to remain in king’s landing would ultimately make you a political prisoner.

aemond hadn’t seen you in so long. and he just pounced when you two were finally alone in a comfortable bedroom. (smaller than the one at the red keep, yes, but certainly a luxury for a prisoner)

“i missed you.” is all he said before drifting off to sleep.

your peaceful morning was interrupted by daemon barging into the room. he wasn’t phased seeing the two of you together and told you to get dressed and see rhaenyra in the throne room.

you accompanied aemond to the throne room. and rhaenyra stood up. her body language told you that she wanted to just grab the nearest sword and thrust it into her brother’s body.

but she restrained herself.

“brother.”

“dearest sister.” aemond’s voice was a little hoarse from the previous night. “i finally get to see you after you locked me up for gods know how long. you are fortunate enough to have someone as kind as (y/n) amongst your court.”

“it was (y/n) who pled that you get a room.” he looks surprised. “you should consider yourself lucky that i did not have you immediately executed when you became our prisoner. you killed my son.”

“it was not on purpose.”

“really?” she steps down and makes her way over. “you killed my son! it not matters about purpose!” she yells. her voice rings out in the hall and it sounds broken.

how could it not be?

you stand in front of your lover. “my queen. please.”

“do not try (y/n). i tolerate this because of your mother and father. i do not tolerate you sleeping with our prisoner.”

“i swear to you on the graves of my father and brother, that prince aemond, your brother, did not intend to kill luke. i cared for luke like a brother. but please trust me. what would your father say?”

that seemed to calm her down a bit.

“your father would want you to be merciful. you said it yourself, you do not want to rule a kingdom of ash. and if we kill your brother, if you kill him, you will only rule ash.”

rhaenyra looks at aemond and her eyes linger on him before sighing. she looks at you with that familiar authoritative look. “you are responsible for him. if anything happens, it will befall you.”

“yes, your grace.”