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Word of God/movie backstory aside, it suddenly came to me that there is one other gap of knowledge that has probably contributed to a significant part of the alienation between Touga and Nanami, and it's something that existed throughout all of Nanami's life, so it's given that she wouldn't truly notice it: Touga knows they're adopted, Nanami does not. I think that makes a big difference.
Touga's backstory is bound not to be the exact same as the movie (After all, Nanami isn't even there with him), so I'll let myself speculate a bit. Their biological parents could have died, they could have abandoned them or sold them, or the siblings could have been removed from their care, and unless Nanami was brought in later to wherever Touga was, it's safe to assume that he spent at least 5 years with his original parents. He has memories of a different family, and of losing that family. Nanami doesn't even know about any of it. She doesn't realize there is a side of her brother that she never got to meet.
"Blood" is very important to Nanami. Blood is what Nanami uses to try and reassure herself that the parents who are cold and distant to her, and the brother who's grown cold and distant too, have an eternal unbreakable bond. It's very brittle though. Nanami constantly fears being replaced, discarded or harmed by her family. Most often by Touga, who ironically, happens to be her only blood relative there.
Her anxiety can be very easily explained by her experiences with how she was treated growing up in the Kiryuu household, but I do wonder if there's some subconscious parts of her that tap into these knowledge gaps too. I already felt like it was there, in the way her love for her brother is as protective as it is possessive, and how to protect him from harm, be it real or perceived, she can go feral, often shooting wildly at whoever she thinks is to blame, always hitting the wrong targets; and so maybe, I thought, it is possible that her anxieties are also tied to these repressed early childhood memories. Ones of once having a family, and then losing that world, being thrown someplace unfamiliar. Vague mostly forgotten memories fueling her fear of abandonment, working like a constant little nagging at the back of her head signaling to her how little blood ties really matter in the end.
"Blood" doesn't matter to Touga in the same way. He doesn't hold into a rose colored view of it. He knows by experience how easily those ties can be severed, how fickle they are. That's why when he found a little girl in a coffin, a little girl who spoke of there not being anything eternal, of how those you care about are bound to leave you, and questioning what's even the point of living then, he couldn't give her anything. He couldn't save her. He didn't know the answer for himself either.
#revolutionary girl utena#shoujo kakumei utena#sku#rgu#utena meta#touga kiryuu#nanami kiryuu#utena tenjou#ambi utena post#utena analysis#I'd asked for help with the IDs in the tags but since no one responded I've finally done it myself#fuck that was so difficult#I had to google so many damn words#english being my secong language makes this hard and so does me being autistic#I struggle to describe feelings and facial expressions#meowga kittyuu#<â my tag for the cat
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the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.
when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."
but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.
now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.
the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.
but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."
the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.
but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?
because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!
and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.
#spilled ink#writeblr#warm up#this is an incredibly difficult idea to express#but i basically keep watching the same timelooped interaction:#someone makes tradwife content where she's like ''i think it's SO sad when ppl don't have kids EW''#and then the response is ''... go fuck yourself? i think ur life is miserable and bad ?"#and instead of being like ''oh we are all under capitalism huh''#the response is like ''you CANT say that. she made a CHOICE. she is ALLOWED to have KIDS and be HAPPY#unlike YOU who is UNHAPPY bc you don't have KIDS.''#like .... these are people who will throw the first stone. and then when you lob one back#they ask why you're so violent. they tell you that you're a bad activist.#and you're like. PARDON????? you implied being a woman meant i need to submit to my husband???#and they're like - well it's just my belief. so what if i'm invalidating your entire identity.
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when will we talk about the willful helplessness epidemic on here. So many people on this god forsaken website demand to have any and all things that exist outside their personal experiences directly, personally pre-chewed and spoonfed to them. And when you do, they'll then ask for you to swallow for them, too, because, you see, in THEIR experience..,
#this is about people who show up in the replies asking shit that has already been answered in the replies#this is about people who show up in reblogs asking people to explain very obvious things to them that'd take one second of listening to#others' experiences to be aware of#For the love of god if you're presented with information or turns of ohrase that conflict with your personal experience don't just sit down#Consider that perhaps things unlike you exist and that things that are one way for you may be different for others#This isn't difficult you just need to stop centering yourself as the only point of reference you have#you're not. There is so much more than you out there. And you can hold it and know it#you just need to get the FUCK OVER YOURSELF#fucking christ#mumblr#problemnyatic thoughts
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Asexual flag color picked from the celibacy gif
#this was so fucking hard please appreciate my work#gifs are so fucking difficult to color pick#asexual#ace#color picked flags#mod author#celibacy
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I hadnât drawn the house of hades boys in years! Curse me! This isnât exactly a remake of an old painting but itâs in the vibe of how I used to draw them all the time. Poetic and stealing kisses
#hades game#zagreus#thanatos#thanzag#I have missed than being a shy tsundere who was so so so fucking difficult to catch up with#loved them and loved this game#canât wait to see what happens next to curb stomp my heart#no spoilers if there were any clues in the tech test!!!!#I donât want to hear it lalalallalalalallalala
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Sugar on the Rim vol. II
bruce wayne x afab!reader
aka the billionaires new friend
part one
warnings: heavily implied that reader is a virgin, age gap (bruce is older than reader), smut, oral fem!receiving, nervous but enthusiastically consenting reader
Youâd tried to calm your nerves but they couldnât be helped.
Youâre anxious about everything, all of it. What he wants you to do, what heâs expecting you do, whether itâll hurt, whether youâre ready.
You think you trust Bruce, but you also know that these things are different for men and women. You donât necessarily expect that heâll have a mind for what youâll need, but honestly, neither do you. You donât know what to do to make this easier for yourselfâyou donât know what to do at all.Â
You bought the lingerie, youâve got it on under your clothes and it feels like a costume. You canât tell if that aids or worsens the anxiety.Â
Youâre fidgeting with the hem of your skirt and you wish you could quit it, youâre radiating enough nervous energy as it is, you donât need to be sending him visual cues on top of it.Â
Bruce holds your free hand in his as he guides you through the manor, you think itâs a different section than youâve seen before. His hand engulfs yours unfairly as he leads, but the touch of his skin is so warm and inviting that you canât tell if your hand is still shaking under it. If it is, he pretends not to notice.
He guides you up the stairs and into a corridor and then another before you arrive at a set of double doors. Youâve never seen double doors on the inside of a house before.
He lets you in ahead of him, and you have a distinct thought that youâre glad he canât see the look of awe on your face as you walk in. His bedroom has an entire living room inside of it, and altogether itâs bigger than your whole apartment. A maroon couch and matching chairs surround a grand fireplace at the front of the room and the resulting glow from the active embers has the area shrouded in a warm light ahead of the shadows filling the rest.
You glance past the seating at his bed; large and proud. Itâs definitely bigger than a king sized, with an overhead canopy and streams of dark burgundy curtains draping down from the corners. Thereâs another set of closed double doors past the bed, you imagine leading to the bathroom.
The end of the room displays a large window seat that looks like itâs never been used, and vast tinted windows. You look up to find the ceiling higher than youâve ever seen in a bedroom with a very expensive chandelier hanging over it all.
He takes your arm, steering you out of your wonderment and leads you towards the couch rather than the bed, gesturing for you to sit down with him. You do, quietly glad when he positions himself so that youâre close to each other but not pressed right up against you. Heâs able to relax his body more than youâre able to fake it on yourself, and you think your thoughts must be vibrating out of you by now.   Â
One hand comes to rest on your thigh as his other nudges your cheek towards him. âHey, nothingâs happening right now. No need to be nervous.â
You nod blankly, but your thoughts are running wild with everything that you very much are nervous about.
He takes your hand in his, rubbing circles with his thumb.Â
âYouâve got to relax,â he coos, âRemember what I said?â
You take a breath, âYouâre not going to throw me in the deep end.â
âExactly,â he murmurs, kissing your forehead. âJust wanna make you feel good, right?â
You nod, easing your posture.
He looks you in the eye, âYou gonna let me?â
You hum, nodding again.
âGood girl,â he purrs, pulling away.
You quickly find that the distance is not at all what you want, and you decide to push forwardâas forward as you canâsitting up again to peel your jacket off. He watches you move with a look in his eyes, you take it for intrigue but it may just as well be something akin to pride. Pride in you? Heâs openly flirted, kissed you, and straight up propositioned you for sexâbut sure, heâs proud of you for taking your jacket off.
Your nerves transition into insecurity before you can catch them, and youâre starting to feel a little stupid, like a child playing pretend.
You watch tentatively as he tilts his head at you, running his own assessments of your actions.Â
âWill you come sit on my lap?â he asks you after a moment.Â
You suddenly become acutely aware of the amount of air in your lungs. This feels like a big request and youâre not even sure how to take his meaning. Does he want you to sit sideways? Your back to his front? Or fully straddle him?Â
He wants whatever you want, heâd said. What do you want?
You glance down at his thighs, covered by fabric more expensive than you can imagine. Positive confirmation rings through your head immediately, willing you to push yourself forward a little more.Â
You reposition yourself over him, straddling his lap in spite of your nerves.
Again, he looks pleased. Happy even. One of his hands comes to stroke soothing patterns across your lower back, the other resting on your waist.Â
He makes sure to catch your gaze, âYouâll tell me if you want to stop.âÂ
He follows when your eyes stray, âYes?â
âYes.â
He places a tender kiss on your cheekbone, âHow did shopping go?â
âUm, good. It was good. One of the sales girls helped me,â your breath is shaky as he kisses your jawline.
âYeah? Tell me about it.â
âI, uh, I just went to this little boutique up on third street,â he places another kiss on the column of your throat as you talk. âUm, it took longer than I thought it would. There were so many choices.â
His hands come up to soothe over your ribs, pulling you a little closer as they do. He hums for you to keep talking, his kisses continuing to lower until theyâre down to your collarbone, though they remain relatively chaste.
âIâI didnât really know what to look for,â you admit, breath shaky as you exhale.Â
âBut you like it?â
âYeah, IâI do.â
He hums, smiling against your skin. His fingers inch under the seam of your shirt, caressing your waist. âCan I take this off?â
You nod timidly, trying not to seem so on edge with anticipation. Youâre not confident that he canât see right through you. Â
He presses another chaste kiss to your neck upon receival of the permission, and your shirt begins to come off slowly, his hands skimming every new bit of skin revealed. As he pulls it over your head, he glances down at the baby pink bralette youâd picked out for yourself.
He groans quietly as he takes in the sight, âOh, pretty girl. Beautiful girl,â He noses at your chest, leaving little kisses where his lips make contact with your skin, âLook at you. Prettiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
Your stomach flutters as his hair tickles your cheek. His hands roam up your sides, stopping to stroke placid circles along the sides of your breasts.
His touch makes its way around your back, expertly undoing your bra clasp without a second thought. Your bra hangs forward a bit off your shoulders, but he leaves the work of entirely removing it to you. And you do, with more confidence than youâd imagined yourself mustering.
He immediately shows his appreciation, kissing and caressing your chest with lover-like admiration. Your head falls back involuntarily as he noses at your soft skin.
Heâs breathing heavy when he pulls back, humming low and deep before lifting you up off his lap to stand. The sudden shift has you a bit thrown off, working to catch up as he kneels down in front of you and repeats his earlier process with your skirtâkissing your thighs and tugging the fabric down bit by bit.
When itâs discarded on the floor you stand only left in your underwear, the lace practically illuminated against your skin.
He looks up at you from his place on the floor and smiles as he takes in the sight of your body. His hands find your hips as he asks you, âHas anyone ever seen you like this before?â
You hesitate for half a second before answering truthfully.
His smile grows, âNo, youâre a good girl, arenât you?âÂ
He doesnât wait for an answer before heâs nodding, âYeah, I know.â
As he rises to stand he scoops you up by the back of your thighs and lifts you in the air with no discernable effort. Now at face level with him, you get a bit bolder and lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back, pleased, beginning to walk the two of you over towards the bed.
He sets you down gently atop the soft mattress, kisses pushing you backwards to lie back on the bed. He scoops your wrists up and leisurely moves your arms up above your head. His grip is benign as he releases one hand in favor of holding your jaw. Your kiss is deep and controlled on his part, but in a way that makes you feel light in the head. You like the cloudy-sensation very much.
After a while, he pulls back to look at you with clouded eyes.Â
He practically purrs, âYouâre such a kind girl. So sweet to everyone, all the time. Will you let me be sweet to you?â
Your breath is shaky as you nod, attempts at hiding your anticipation failing.
He nods back at you with a faux-sympathy across his face. âLet me hear you say it.â
You force air into your lungs, giving you the willpower to speak the words. âWill you touch me? Please?â
The corners of his lips turn up, âOf course, sweet girl.â
He nips at your jaw as his hands travel down, petting the inside of your thighs with a touch so feather light it almost tickles.
Your knee jerks inward towards his hand, your body desperately seeking out more of this new sensation. He obliges, tracing his touch back up, up, up until his hand dips under the lace trim of your panties, skimming over your clit. Your hips flinch back away from him momentarily in surprise, only to press back forward a second later.
He actually laughs at the action, like itâs endearing. You feel a little silly for it, but youâre not given much time to dwell as he persists, brushing against you with a bit more pressure.
He tilts his head, watching your expression carefully with a remarkably pleased look on his own face. âHowâs that, sweet girl?â
You nod, beside yourself. âFeels good,â you whimper. âFeels really good..â
You donât necessarily mean to, but your hips grind up against his touch, your body too mesmerized with the sensation to remember to be embarrassed.
Heâs certainly not complaining about it though, his quiet coos encouraging you to chase the feeling.Â
He lets you grind up against his hand, taking in the needy look on your face with contentment.
âPoor girl,â he tuts. âJust need somebody to take care of you, huh?â
That makes your cheeks burn, but your attention finds itself more concerned with the urge to squeeze your thighs together.
You whine when he pulls his hand back out of your underwear, only for him to stand resolute in his actions.Â
âNot yet, sweet thing,â he hums, pressing you back down to the bed with a light but firm touch when you try to sit up.Â
He hushes you gently, murmuring for you to be patient as he shifts his position over you.Â
He starts to move down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. The sensation of his lips tracing down your stomach has you feeling butterflies.
By the time he reaches your waistline youâre borderline dizzy from the anticipation, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache.
He pauses there for a moment, torturously, and noses at the seam of your panties. A whine from you has him chuckling and finally moving to where you need him.
He kisses your clit over your underwear and youâre fighting thoughts of embarrassment over how sure you are he can taste how wet you are over the fabric.
It doesnât seem to be enough for him though, as he tugs your panties down slowly, kissing your thighs as he goes.
Bruceâs hands hold onto your waist as he eats you out, holding you in place with an easy grip.Â
You squirm against the feel of his tongue and you canât quite figure out what to do with your hands. You almost wish heâd made you keep them above your head but really youâre not sure youâd be able to keep it together if he had. Youâre not sure youâre keeping it together now.
He groans against your pussy, and one of your hands flies to grip his hair without permission from your brain. If youâre being honest with yourself though, your brain isnât really the one calling the shots anymore.
You gasp when he licks a bold stripe, âBruceââ
He groans again, briefly breaking away from you. âOh, say that again.â
You sigh out, âBruce, please.âÂ
He makes a pleased hum. âGood girl,â he murmurs before diving back in.Â
He complies with your pleas generously, giving you more. Heâs gradual but resolute as he inserts two fingers into you, giving you the time to adjust. But heâd evidently done a very thorough job prepping you for it, youâre so wet that the initial entry doesnât sting like youâd expected. No, rather the first thing you register is closer to pleasure. A lot closer.
He begins to pump in and out of you at he continues to suck at your clit, and somewhere during you have a distinct thought of âoh this is it.â
You let out a little gasp and for once, you break out of your own head and just relish in the way his fingers curl inside you.
The way your thighs squeeze around him as you come, doesnât hinder him one bit, only has him applying his ministrations with more intent. It doesnât take long for the trembling of your body to give way to full on shaking, your body stuttering beneath him.
He continues working at you the entire way through your orgasm, until youâre flinching from overstimulation.Â
He gives you one more lick before looking up at you with hooded eyes. âYâtaste sweet too, you know that?â
You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks as he starts to move back up to face-level, kissing the high point of your cheekbone. Â
He pulls down on your bottom lip, your slick wet against your mouth.
You open without question, a clouding urge to please him the only thing running through your mind.Â
He grumbles a low, pleased sound as you do, moving his hand only to provide room for him to kiss you again.
He sits back up over you and starts unbuttoning his shirt and you realize only now that heâs still fully dressed.Â
He glances down to his belt as he undoes the buttons.Â
âWill you help me out, sweet girl?â
You blink a couple times before registering the request, still overwhelmed by how quickly and skillfully heâd made you come.Â
You struggle a bit to push yourself up into a sitting position, but he supports you by your waist, nipping along your jaw as encouragement.
Your hands shake as you undo the clasp, and while youâre still very much eager, if not moreso, youâre suddenly confronted with the very real possibility that youâre about to have your limits pushed. He ate you out and did a damn good job, stands to reason that heâd want you to return the favor.
So it takes you by surprise when heâs nudging you back against the pillows, removing his pants himself.
He keeps you occupied with an intense kiss as he does, and the distraction so smooth itâs almost like itâs rehearsed.Â
You follow his lead easily, though surprised by his lack of desire to get his fill too.
He drapes himself over you nicely, his size easily dwarfing you out. Heâs quick to block your chin from tilting down, gently bringing your face back up to meet his.Â
He shakes his head lightly, murmuring, âDonât worry about that. I got you.â
You are worried about it, but you trust Bruce, you know you do now.
You feel the weight of his cock against your stomach, at this exact moment, feeling like not much more than a daunting task.
âSâalright, sweet girl,â he lulls, brushing your hair back. âOkay?â
As heavy as the simple question is, you donât need to think about it before youâre nodding and moving your hand to hold onto his bicep.
He peppers kisses all over your face as he starts to push in, effectively starting to distract you from the pain of the stretch. He hushes your whines soothingly and kneads at your waist with confident hands.
Your arms lock around his shoulders on instinct, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to convince yourself heâs almost all the way in, but you know youâve got aways to go.
He pauses halfway, imploring you to open your eyes so he can check up on you properly.
âTalk to me, sweetheart,â he softly urges.
You will yourself to blink up at him and try to take on the challenge of both him and his gaze. Surely, an impossible task.
But you manage shaky eye contact that occasionally gives way to glancing down at his lips.Â
It doesnât feel good yet, but it only makes you more eager to keep going.
âIâm okay,â you nod, taking a breath. âYou can keep going.â
He waits to find that reassurance in your eyes before he continues to push in, bestowing you a deep kiss in reward for your bravery.
Once heâs nearly bottomed out he waits a moment, then begins to rock in and out slowly, letting you get used to a starter of the sensation.
He brushes your hair back, weaving through the strands. âThere we go,â he coos as you look down between you. âDoing so good.â
Your gasp is louder than they had been before, and closer to a sigh now.Â
Heâs fucking you gently, with a decorum that exceeds what youâd earlier told yourself you were stupid for hoping for.
It doesnât take long at all for his movement to start to feel really good and your grip around his shoulders comes around to a different kind of intensity.
He noses against your jaw, applying kisses whenever convenient. ââS that feel good, sweet girl? Hm?â
He hits a particularly deep spot in you immediately after and it makes you borderline squeak. He huffs out a laugh thatâs nothing short of affectionate.Â
âYeah?â
He then attacks that spot with extra intention, hitting it absolutely expertly every time. He speeds up a little, lips latched onto your neck as he fucks you nice and deep.
He drops a hand down between you and starts rubbing circles onto your clit with a pace that makes you want to scream.
You canât help the moan you release when he teeths at your neck, clearly aiming to drive you crazy. But damn if he isnât going about it the right way.
His circles pick up pace and you can be sure youâre leaving nail marks on his back. He seems to only get more encouraged by your sounds, working you closer and closer to the edge with every whimper.
He finally lets you over after a minute of shamelessly relishing in your moans, himself following close after.
He continues moving in and out of you until youâve both completely finished, slowly coming to a stop.Â
You get a moment to catch your breath before he pulls out delicately. You donât even realize heâs moved before heâs got his boxers back on and is halfway to the bathroom.
Youâre a little alarmed by the sudden shift in proximity, though you guess thatâs the playboy experience, isnât it? After a second you hear water running and assume heâs taking a shower.
You push yourself to sit up fully, minding your achy thighs, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You glance at the foot of the bed where your underwear lies, then back over by the couch where the rest of your clothes lay discarded. You briefly contemplate how quickly you can get your clothes back on when the bathroom doors open again.
You glance up at Bruce, dazed, who looks surprised himself to see you sitting up. As he makes his way back to the bed you notice the supplies he has in tow and your brain begins to slowly start turning its gears again.
You donât realize the glass of water in his hand is for you until heâs pushed it into your palm.Â
His other hand carries a wet wash cloth that you, again, arenât able to register the purpose for until itâs in action.Â
âDrink,â he tells you as he spreads your knees apart gently, wiping away the mess between your legs with a notable amount of compassion for your sensitivity.
You do, gulping a few as he finishes, tossing the rag in a hamper before setting your glass down on the side table.
Your eyes return to the end of the bed and you nearly decide to get up, but heâs still standing so close to you, youâre not sure this is the right time.
You seem caught halfway between decisions now, you know you do. Youâd honestly preferred when you thought heâd just ditched you for a shower because at least then this part wouldnât be so awkward.
He watches you closely as you deliberate and seems to draw a conclusion about your hesitation rather quickly. His brow pinches as he processes, tilting his head at you.Â
âYouâve got to be joking,â he says, bewildered. âRight?â
âIââ you falter, looking to the couch and back to him again. âNo?â
He stares at you for a moment with an expression you canât define.
âLay down.â
You donât have a second to process before heâs climbing back in bed too, pulling you down to lay your head on the pillow.
He pulls the covers over you and splays an arm over your waist, clearly firm in his decision for you to stay.
Your eyes are heavy and his bed is so comfortable, itâs difficult for you to even consider either of you wanting you to leave now.
Maybe youâll just sleep for a little while, get some of your energy back.Â
The way he traces soft patterns across your stomach certainly encourages the idea and doesnât give you much power to resist.
You let your eyes flutter shut to the feather-light touch and listen to the steady deepness of his breaths.
Well, this isnât so bad either.
đ˛ reblogging is an ancient art form, only the strong may master it đ˛
#bruce wayne takes care of his gf#bruce wayne x reader#im never writing anything ever again this was so fucking difficult#ill edit it later whtvr#bruce wayne/you#bruce wayne x younger!reader#bruce wayne x virgin!reader#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne/reader#bruce wayne imagine#bruce wayne smut#bruce wayne x age gap!reader#bruce wayne x y/n#bruce wayne x fem!reader#batman x you#batman x reader#batman x y/n#batman x fem!reader#batman/you#batman/reader#dc smut#batman imagine#batman smut#batman x batmom
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"Good" Acting
i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill
#also a lot of female actors don't get recognised despite being fucking GOOD#that's not to say minority actors can't always be bad#of course we can#I'm just saying#sometimes#for SOME shows in particular#ahem ahem#some actors might get very heavily criticised for reasons that have very little to do with their actual technical skill#and more to do with the politics of those criticising them#also I'm not talking about me here#before anyone says that#I'm talking about some actors I know who have recently been criticised in my opinion quite unfairly#despite doing something very difficult#like oooohhh i dunno#playing two roles in the same show?#and doing it very well#displaying some amazing technical mastery of body and voice technique#but hey what do I know#oh wait I went to drama school and I'm a professional actor lol I DO know#I'm just a woman so I have to couch my expertise in cutesy self-deprecation lest people think I'm a bitch
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tiefling jon's first day at the Archives
#id in alt#the magnus archives#tma#magnus archives#elias bouchard#jonathan sims#tma jon#jon tma#jon sims#tma dnd au#tiefling jon#gammijart#tma s4#so this is that comic i was talking about a few weeks ago. with way too many backgrounds and effort#ill say i did enjoy doing the backgrounds a lot and thats worth a whole lot. but also. if this gets no notes i will. cry#anyways. love drawing a correct perspective grid and then fucking it up in favor of something that is wrong but FEELS right <3#also any anachronisms shall be explained by this being a fantasy setting#always difficult to post something that's not a joke. sincerity. yuck#and this does still have some jokes. just less punchy than id usually post. also no jmart or other ships. whoof#i havent done enough with elias. he's such a slimy bastard - v fun to write#he talks a bit more formally here than in canon but tbf he is an elf so /shrug#EDIT: aaaah between panels 4 and 8 i forgot i gave him an ace ring!!
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Yeah yeaaah yeah yeah
#mp100#my rart#mob psycho 100#SOMETHING must've been in the water when I made this because what the fuck#still amazed it ever got done#loved putting details into this animation and doing shit that only makes sense when it's explicitly explained#and I love mob psycho idk if you can tell#if I regret anything abt this it would be animating at 9fps#don't do that it's so fucking difficult. do at least 12 please#reigen arataka#shigeo kageyama#teruki hanazawa#tsubomi takane#serizawa katsuya#tome kurata#animation#mp100 dimple#ritsu kageyama#suzuki shou
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BALDUR'S GATE 3 (2023) dev. Larian Studios
#bg3edit#baldur's gate#bg3 spoilers#astarion#gale dekarios#karlach cliffgate#mine*#these scenes were so fucking difficult to color but i needed someone ANYONE to see my vision#something something going from wanting to die to wanting to live something something the LOVE IS THE POINT DO YOU SE???E???#anyway#dailygaming#gamingedit
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Heâs running away from los wiwis
#scaramouche#pierro#dottore#dottores????#implied dottoscara#yes#that#mhm#doodles#genshin impact#genshin impact fanart#absolutely crying#i need to draw more stuff with scara look at him#he pretty#i hate drawing pierro though#man got no business being so hot but difficult to fucking draw
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inspired by a scene from this heaven of mud by @garagepaperback
Sitting near but far, legs spilled off the edge of the bed, Potter turned to look at him. There were two wide windows on either side of the bed, drapes drawn back. The lights in Dracoâs bedroom were off but it didnât matter, the flat being in the city. Draco learned it was called light pollution- It meant you couldnât see the stars. It meant it was much harder not to see what was right in front of you.
Potter looked beautiful. It should have ended months ago, preferably before it started.
#this fic is written so beautifully i wish i could do it justice!#THE PROSE!! garage's talent for stringing together words is unmatched. pls check it out.#drarry fanart#hpdm#drarry#doodle#this was really difficult to do... i tried to capture the tension and fragility in this scene but mostly i just winged it#got juked into drawing a background#oh also this fic had my favorite trope of unrequited love :) with a happy ending. lots of pining lots of fucking. good shit all around.
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Thinking again about how many disabled people end up getting shunted into art/craft work because like. You can technically do it. Sometimes. Yeah you make a pittance at best and are almost certainly going to make your physical health worse by pushing yourself to get things done, but what else are you gonna do? You're too sick for anyone to hire you. You're "not sick enough" to qualify for benefits. Just devote every scrap of time and energy you have to a chronically underpaid, low-prestige, incredibly labor-intensive industry. A few people manage to make it work with luck and help and the right skills. Many people don't. Everyone gets pressured to monetize their hobbies, but it's especially insidious if you're disabled because any tiny thing you manage to accomplish to bring yourself joy gets twisted into proof that you should somehow be able to work.
#curseblogging#the thing is like#i went to bookbinding school#i saw what it was like to try to make a living as a craft worker for able-bodied people with significant starting resources#and the answer is: fucking hard!#people generally being like well if you work long hours and never allow yourself a break#and do a bunch of events and shows and teaching#and are good at not just the work but at finances and marketing and every other aspect of business management#(and ideally have a spouse with a regular job so you don't have to pay for your own healthcare. because this is America)#then maybe#MAYBE#you can make a reasonable living as a craftsperson#but this same VERY DIFFICULT PROFESSION#gets pushed on disabled people as something obvious and easy#and a lot of people do try their best to make it work because what other choice do they have?!
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more mercenary analysis, whichever merc you want <3
Not a mercenary but... Okay!
Let's dissect Pauling
Always so collected, responsible and efficient. The one who is not afraid to get her hands dirty for the sake of a goal, and her performance is always one hundred percent. What could possibly be not cool about her?
Well, maybe the fact that this all is, in fact, an act. Of course it is.
I'm not saying her determination and dedication to her job aren't sincere decisions of her heart, she really enjoys it and shines in her work. It's just a matter of WHY and WHAT she's doing it for. And on what scale.
For her, her job is EVERYTHING. Eagerly working 364 days a year with barely any rest, masochistically putting herself in so much danger, blindly following the boss's instructions, not even hesitating to kill people standing on the way...
Wow, there's gotta be something going on here.
Well, obviously the Administrator plays A HUGE role in this situation. Why would Pauling trust her so much? Referring to the comics, Pauling trusted her wholeheartedly on whatever the Administrator was planning, even though she didn't know what it was. This blind following that vaguely resembles nothing less than a weird somewhat child-to-a-mother attachment. It's just a Boss, just a job, why?
Because that's what it is. Mother issues. Very apparent.
We don't know anything about Pauling's past, so there's where the headcanons begin:
I'm assuming her birth mother was very neglectful and dismissing, never acknowledged her daughter's accomplishments and struggles. No matter how hard Pauling tried to become "worthy" in her eyes, it seemed to be never enough, as if she didn't even exist at all. Maybe her mother was a substance addict or something and their household wasn't safe and stable, so Pauling had to become an adult early and run away from home as a teenager and find a job to get by.
(I assume that because I believe there was a mention in the canon lore that Ms.Pauling had been working for the Administrator for long long years (don't remember exactly), indicating that she started working when she was still a minor).
So, being taken under the Administrators wing, her young wounded brain found a substitute for a very thing she was lacking, subconsciously clinging onto the Administrator as a newly mother figure, in order to "get it right this time".
Administrators Strictness, responsibility and demandingness were the most favorite qualities of a person of authority in Pauling's eyes, in contrast to the laziness, unaccountability and indifference of the environment in which she grew up. She could finally strive.
This time she would show the mother figure that she's worthy, she's important and irreplaceable; she exists. She would prove that no amount of hardship is too much for her if it means approval for the Administrator.
And the Administrator kind-of-sort-of gave Pauling this pseudo-love in return, encouraging her to sacrifice herself even more for their work. Which is at the very least unfair, and at most just predatory. Administrators "love" was conditional, in contrast with when the real motherly love Pauling unknowingly expected. Administrator was too immature for a mother figure, too much in power for a partner or a friend, yet too close for a formal boss. What is this!? Something not nice.
The Administrator doesn't love Pauling for Pauling, she loves her working qualities. And thus, Paulings subconscious guess was confirmed that "I'm only important when I'm doing the job. I AM the job."
Tying your worth to what you DO instead of what you are is a huge dangerous existential rout one could choose. But she never really knew her importance outside of her skills, so she wouldn't know.
Now imagine how actually painful that character arc was for her, when the Administrator proved herself to be unreliable and secretive, and when Pauling started to question her intentions for the first time.
"... Because I trusted you!"
"Then why are you questioning me now?"
It wasn't even the real conversation between them, just Pauling's mind torturing her.
It reminded me of the crisis of a 4-year-old when they realise that their parents aren't perfect; they don't know anything and they CAN hurt you.This shattering illusion of almighty love. When a child stops believing that the "harsh love" their mother treats them with is simply an abuse.
Wouldn't it be terrifying to realise in your 20s thar despite running for "the mother's approval" all your life, you will never truly get it. If your mother failed to provide it to you at such a young age, nothing will truly substitute that, especially now, when you're an adult, no one will love your inner child the way it was supposed to be loved.
Unless you yourself decide to take that role.
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Realistically speaking, it's not nearly that sever with Pauling! She's happy in the environment she's in, there's lots of interests for her to explore (Guns, fights, killin'!) So many adventures every day! Even if Pauling has her inner suffering, it's not that bad aa I describe it. Her mother problems may actually be an advantage, a reason she is such a good and caring boss for the mercenaries.
I'm just edgying things down for the sake of the clearer analysis. But still...
If the Administrator will be gone and Pauling loses her life-dedicated job... What will be left? Who is Pauling once Mann Co is no more? Can she answer that?
References:
â A video that helped me better understand the Good Girl mask:
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â "Lise Bourbeau's 5 soul wounds model: Injustice"
#tf2#miss pauling#ms pauling#team fortress 2#artists on tumblr#character analysis#tf2 character analysis#psychoanalysis#team fortress fanart#team fortress#insecure about this one honestly#please watch the referenced video it explains a lot#it was very difficult to write for some reason. maybe because there isn't many familiar/relatable points for me#or maybe because I'm neither a woman nor sapphic#if female mother issues are actually different from any other in this gendered world#i don't wanna gender her though#we all would probably be fucked up if our mother wasn't nurturing regardless of our gender right?#my art#miss pauling is so much more than I was able to fit into this post#loveable idiot
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forgot to mention it before but hi I finally started reading Dungeon Meshi like a week ago and now I decided to color in one of my favorite pages so far
#dungeon meshi spoilers#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi fanart#falin touden#manga panel coloring#Bennett's Drawings#Chimera Falin's design is so fucking cool. I really wanted to do something to give it some appreciation#the wings were quite fun to shade#took a while for Dunmeshi to really grow on me- I actually started reading it months ago but forgot to continue reading. As I usually do#I think it was somewhere around the point where falin gets resurrected that it really clicked for me#I'm like at chapter 77 now btw#it was very difficult to put the manga down last time I was reading it but I really want to spread out my reading experience#so I actually like. Remember what happens in the story. Instead of binging it and immediately forgetting everything
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it was literally their moment and they just let us watch
(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)
#magneto#rogue#rogneto#rogueneto#IT WAS SO DIFFICULT TO PICK ONLY 10 IMAGES. SOSOSOSO DIFFICULT. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE WAS FUCKING SUBLIME.#thank you to the person who pointed out the bg music is ace of base 'happy nation' ;wwwwwww; SUCH A GOOD SONG FOR THIS#okay but for real never have i had a stronger 'GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME' moment#magneto can we all form a queue to dance with you romantically in the air while an audience watches.............#their body language. their HANDS. OLD MAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR TONGUE BY HER NECK#no word of a lie ive probably watched this scene 200 times today. new comfort media. inject it directly into my veins.#my husband laughing at me as i rewind and play over and over again from the other side of the room#my fave fave FAAAAVE part of this animation is the lil pan they do#the one between mags and rogue and the lyric 'where the people understand and dream of perfect man'#THERE IS SOMETHING SO SOFT AND ROMANTIC AND ADORING ABOUT IT#disintegrates like a sopping wet piece of bread. thank you animators who worked on this scene#i feel like i am burning with the excitement of a thousand suns over this#xmen 97#leigh's magneto hours
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