#feminist tv

[ednamode1]

Probably watched one of the most badass tv shows in the history of Hindi cinema. It’s called “Saas, Bahu Aur Flamingo” which roughly translates to “Mother-in-law, Daughters-in-law and Flamingo.” It’s about Savitri, who is a Gypsie and the matriarch of a massive cartel in the lawless borderlands of Rajasthan. Her daughter is the main chemist while her two “bahus” (daughters-in-law) handle the finances and the operations of cartel. She opens up a battle for succession to find her heir in a murky world of drugs and violence.

Would 10/10 recommend.

[miriam-heddy]

UK series Scott and Bailey (2011-2016) is soooo good! It’s Cagney & Lacey (1982-1988)!

[venus-haze]

Power Play (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: So, you lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship. It happens all the time. Maybe not quite like this.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Crazy ass 80s Vought debauchery. I might be a little rusty, but it was fun getting back into writing readerfics after two months🖤 Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Power imbalance, cheating (Soldier Boy’s with Crimson Countess). Mentions of drug use. Soldier Boy is his own warning. Sexually explicit content involving elements of forced intox, semi-public sex, breeding kink.

You were dizzy. With Vought’s investor gala rapidly approaching, you spent the better part of your day camped out in your office, flipping back and forth through your rolodex to call and confirm catering, entertainment—you still couldn’t believe the board of directors actually approved Duran Duran’s booking fee—and transportation, off the top of your head. You already told Stan Edgar you were taking the following week off, which he had no qualms about—so long as the gala went off without a hitch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you were interrupted by a knock at your office door, which you’d left open in an effort to be available in the lead up to the event.

“Don’t tell me Edgar’s got you working tonight,” Soldier Boy said, walking in when he saw he had your attention.

“The most important night of the year is less than a week away and I still have a to-do list as long as your dick, so, yeah.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Must be pretty busy then.”

“How about you? Where’s Countess?” you asked.

Soldier Boy probably would have sought you out even if Crimson Countess were around, but from what you’d been hearing through Vought’s extensive grapevine, they were in yet another rough patch. Though, it seemed to you like their relationship was one long, extremely rough patch with some calm once in a blue moon. You weren’t afraid to admit to yourself that you ate up the gossip of their relationship like candy, especially when the other members of Payback—including Countess herself—would rant to Edgar about it. Since your office was right next to his, and most supes had little to no sense of subtlety, you could hear just about everything.

“She’s at one of those wildlife charity things, pandas or some bullshit.” He rolled his eyes. “Bitched at me because I wouldn’t go. She won’t be back until Friday.”

“Soldier Boy, I can’t just—“

“Sure you can. I mean, I’m technically your boss too, aren’t I?” he asked. “So, I say there’s no harm in taking a ten, fifteen minute break. Relieve some stress.”

You sighed. It had been a while since you actually got up from your desk. “Alright. Fifteen minutes, tops.”

He grinned. “Now we’re talking. You keep that minibar stocked?”

“Pick your poison.”

“Whiskey?”

“Sure.”

At least, you were pretty sure. The minibar in your office served as a nice gesture for the variety of people who’d come into your office for meetings related to all of the aspects of event planning you were in charge of. Over the past few weeks, though, you’d been reaching for bottles of whatever you could find to relieve the stress. Powdered your nose every so often, but tried not to make that a habit—not that you blamed your coworkers who did. Working at Vought was brutal and demanding, but hell, who else got to work with superheroes? Especially handsome, smarmy assholes who knew just how to fuck the lingering thoughts of any deadline or event planning out of your mind if you played your cards right. 

He handed you a shot glass. “What should we toast to?”

“To taking next week off.”

“Yeah? What’ve you got planned?”

You threw back your shot. “Nothing.”

“That’s no fun. How does a few days in Miami sound?”

You nearly scoffed. Of course he could make something like that happen on such short notice. For forty years running he was America’s superhero and Vought’s cash cow. After a night of schmoozing at the investor gala, he could very well clear out his schedule and fuck off for a week of sun, sand, and sex, too.

“I might need some convincing.”

“Then make yourself comfortable,” he said, walking back to the minibar to pour another shot for each of you. Almost comical, he’d have to drink the whole bottle and then some to feel the same way you did after two shots.

You glanced at the open door. “Someone might see.”

“Are you gonna make me repeat myself?”

Sparing the door one more glance, you worked at unbuttoning your blouse, tossing it aside. You shimmied out of your skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

“Heels stay on,” he said, his back to you. “Everything else off. Everything.”

With a hesitant huff, you unhooked your bra and pulled off your panties, throwing them in his direction when he turned around with the shot glasses. You made yourself comfortable on top of your desk, pushing some of your belongings aside to accommodate you.

He whistled lowly as you quickly finished off the second shot he gave you. “Look at you sitting pretty for me.” His green eyes burned a hole through you, though your gaze was fixed on the prominent bulge in his pants. He brought his shot glass to your lips. “Drink up, sweetheart.”

And you did, forcing the alcohol down as your vision blurred with tears at the unrelenting burning in the back of your throat. Felt some whiskey dripping from the corners of your mouth when you drained the shot glass. He collected the excess from your lips with his thumb, sucking it clean as he kept his eyes locked with yours.

“See how much fun we have together?” he asked, leaning over you until you laid back on top of your desk. “Could do that all next week.”

He kissed you, hard and mean like you needed him to. Perfect teeth that caught your bottom lip between them for a moment before releasing. Whiskey on his tongue that went to your head even though you knew he could hardly feel it. Rough hands feeling up your breasts, giving your nipples a harsh tug that made you moan in his mouth.

“You’re soaked,” he said, his voice husky as he rubbed his fingers between your slick folds with tantalizingly slow strokes. “If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.”

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“What was that?” 

You groaned in frustration. “Just fuck me already.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

His mouth was on yours again, nearly distracting you from the sound of a zipper, the your gut clenching in anticipation as he pulled his cock from his pants.

It’d been a while since you had to brace yourself to take him, but you were wet, and maybe a little more than tipsy, so your body gave little resistance when he slid his cock inside you. Though, if Soldier Boy were anything, it was a guy who took what he wanted anyway, giving you hardly a second to get used to the feeling of how his cock stretched your pussy before he was pounding into you with harsh, unforgiving thrusts that made you grip the edge of your desk. 

Sometimes you forgot how strong he was. Hell, so did he, and there was little else you could do but lay there and take what he gave you. In all honesty, it was nice letting someone else take charge after having to hold it together all day. Let him fuck the stress out of you and replace it with all the aches and bruises that came with having sex with the strongest man on earth. 

“Harder,” you forced out, pushing that damn rolodex onto the floor.

“I go any harder, I’m gonna break you in half, and I don’t wanna do that until I’ve got you locked away in a hotel room for a week.”

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“Whatever the fuck I want. Not like I don’t already.”

You moaned. “Soldier Boy—”

“I’m not pulling out, so you better be on the pill or say your damn prayers,” he growled, his hot breath kissing your skin. You were on the pill, but nevertheless your hips bucked at his words, pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh shit, you want that, don���t you?”

“Yes—oh my god!” you cried out, muscles cramping as your orgasm pulsed through you, pleasure stealing your breath, choking you gently enough to leave you dizzy. “Yesyesyes—fuck!” Your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode in your chest, especially as he kept mercilessly pounding into you, chasing his own release. 

He soon came with a groan, his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out, practically knocking the wind out of you with a particularly hard thrust. 

You felt empty and sticky when he pulled out, and you didn’t want to think about the poor soul who was gonna be cleaning the mess you and him left behind the following morning, because you sure as hell weren’t in any shape to clean up the cum that was leaking out of you and onto the floor.

You put your hands on your chest, trying to catch your breath as he stood over you. The guy hardly broke a sweat, and you felt like you just ran the New York City Marathon. Super stamina. God fucking bless America.

“Hey,” he said, waving his hand in front of your face. “You good?”

“Sure,” you managed to answer. “Except now I don’t know how I’m gonna walk out of here, let alone get home later.”

“The ride up to the 99th is quicker. And if you need more convincing about Miami—“

You pursed your lips, considering the work you still had left to do before you could reasonably call it a night. But you were tired, and admittedly drunk, and Soldier Boy was already hard again. “I might.”

[waywardmillennial]

"No, you louse. You sops. You absolute men."

big fan of the part in the new s7 trailer when the Mystery Puppet uses "men" in a derogatory way

[welcometogrouchland]

Noticing that TV and film will often have a character either have had an abortion in the past that isn't showcased on screen (and just used as part of the character's ~fucked up and twisted backstory~) OR contemplate getting an abortion in the present day but not to through with it. Just once I want to see someone delete that fetus within the events of the plot and not be like. Extremely majorly punished for it and/or be in the wrong

[luunamoona]

honestly when annie said "men" in an annoyed tone and jeff replies with just "yeah" in aerodynamics of gender was absolutely so slay of him like jeff feminist icon???

[rosalie-starfall]

Elizabeth Mitchell & Laura San Giacomo

The Santa Clauses Chapter Six: A Christmas to Remember

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

[navree]

okay, i don't mean to bring up drama (i really don't want to 😓😓😓) but since you're one of the few non-crazy hotd-adjacent blogs i follow, i gotta ask...where did the whole #teamfeminism thing come from?

You're too sweet, thank you <3

It's basically what I call Team Black fans, because their whole justification for feeling morally superior is that they support Rhaenyra, the female claimant in the Dance. And yes, Rhaenyra's usurpation is steeped in misogyny, it is predicated on that favoritism towards male-dominated primogeniture in Westeros and the disbelief in the ability of a woman to rule at all, let alone her specifically, that's undeniable and a big part of the story as a whole and her arc specifically in the show. But it's hard for me to view fans supporting Rhaenyra for fictional queen as an inherently feminist act when that apparently also means absolutely no appreciation for any other female characters (they despise Alicent for having the audacity to be a forced child bride, and they clearly don't care about Laena at all) and uncritical support for Daemon the Rogue Literal Pedophile. And it's certainly not very Feminist to take your issues with fictional characters and start harassing actual real women, calling Olivia horrible names not just in general but also to her face, making fun of Phia Saban's looks under the guise of mocking Helaena (another female character they dislike because she's not Rhaenyra), being so nasty about the child actress playing Jaehaera that she had to be recast when her mom pulled her from production, saying vile shit about Sara Hess because you don't approve of her creative decisions, saying that Olivia was having an affair with Ryan Condal to get Alicent more screentime, and in general being incredibly nasty towards female Team Green/Alicent fans (and my personal favorite, implying that queer fans of Olivia Cooke aren't actually queer and just being performative, because what's more feminist than denying women's sexualities just to seem cool on Twitter dot com?). Like, pardon me but your feminism isn't really feminism, it's a performative activism where you claim that, because you support one female fictional character's claim to a fictional throne, you're a feminist and then proceed to be incredibly anti-feminist and misogynistic in your actual actions in your actual life against actual women.

So it's mostly just an irony/mockery thing from me, given that members of Team Feminism seem to be the most anti-feminist and in general anti-woman people in this entire family, except for when they decide they want Rhaenyra to win and say they like two character traits of her's (cuz it's not like they see Rhaenyra as a full character either, but shrug dot emoji).

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

I need you all to stop what you’re doing and go watch The Power RIGHT FREAKING NOW. It’s on Amazon Prime and I don’t care if you have to beg, borrow, or steal someone’s password, DO IT.

It’s based on Naomi Alderman’s book and even though it’s been a while since I read it, it seems pretty close to the source material and if it strays from it, it does it in ways that only add to the story.

The premise: young girls start to develop a new organ that allows them to shoot electricity out of their hands. Naturally, the government wants to regulate this, as they do anything having to do with women. The show follows several different characters around the world and does an excellent job of portraying the different cultures and incorporating different languages naturally into the dialogue.

Highlights:

- they show a fucking live birth oh my god it’s such a powerful fucking moment I’m getting goosebumps even typing about it

- victims of sex trafficking blowing a dudes dick off with electricity

- a girl making a man shit himself in a pool when she zaps him

- a gang of rebel women electrocuting a man after he calls them “daft cows”

- a woman beating a man to death for kicking her dog

- the Riyadh protest. The strength and the power, contrasted with the moment where the mother appeals to her soldier son, and the softness and love that follows

- Moana getting high with her mom, the mayor of Seattle

- a true array of diverse women and girls. Body types, races, upbringings, cultures…..there are just SO MANY WOMEN to admire and appreciate the diversity

- two lesbians using their electricity to get each other off, I wanted to cry, it was so sweet and tender and the one girl is fat, like ACTUALLY fat, not just “curvy but with more” and she got to be sexy and not have it be a punchline

- John Leguizamo playing a dad is just…..so good. I’ve loved him since he was a drag queen in To Wong Foo, and I’m so glad he’s aged so nicely along with my tastes

- the placenta power move, god I love General Zoia

The storyline is excellent, the character development is SO GOOD, the music……I’ve actually started keeping a list in my phone of all the music to make the ultimate feminist playlist, it’s so fucking good.

Amazon did a SHIT JOB promoting this. I LOVED the book and would have been ALL OVER this show a year ago when it came out if I’d known about it. I don’t know if it’s been renewed, but PLEASE PLEASE go and watch it. I really hope it gets some attention because I desperately want it to be renewed, I know what happens because I read the book, but I want to see how they portray it on screen!! Eve just got her strongest warrior and I want to see them kick ass together!!

GO WATCH THE POWER NOW!!!

[hellish-cruelty]

Veep (2012 - 2019): The Choice (Season 3, Episode 2)

[zoebelladona]

i wonder if the writers room felt pressured by "feminist medusa" depictions and thus to put that into their show they had sally know the (roman) myth because sally is obviously a #girlboss who would side with medusa and that spiraled into "well if sally knows then she must tell percy which means percy would know the myths" and didn't realise they had eliminated all tension snd their perfect excuse for people to yap exposition at their character in a way that could be organic until too late

[rhfffas]

quinn fabray once said:

[tiny-green-house]

women aren’t allowed to wear tshirts and jackets, or have short hair, or facial hair, or be kind of grimy. if they do, they aren’t women. much to think about!

[jewishbarbies]

an executive producer of The Handmaid’s Tale was cheering that trump won under an insta post from justine bateman and idk why anyone is surprised when the lead actress has always been balls deep in Scientology

[cruelestpigeon]

watched blind half of lessons in chemistry months ago, cried like a baby and took a break. I just returned to it and what did i do while finishing the other half? cry like a baby. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.