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sansa stark (and lady)
in winter hanbok from korea’s joseon dynasty
#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#fanart#asoiaf fanart#sansa stark#house stark#hanbok#traditional clothing#this took a lot of fucking research…#my babygirls ❤️#resurrect lady NOW#girlies who’ve been wronged…#also NOT entirely historically accurate#i am NOT that dedicated
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i am so unwell about dragon age and knowing u from the choices fandom i got so excited ur playing soooo what did u think of dao? da2? who did you romance and what was ur character like? how are u liking dai? got pics of ur inky? 🥺 (only if u want!! no pressure to share ofc 💖) i myself am an alistair anders solas girlie 😔
WEHHH thank you… veilguard looks so good i have to speedrun dai but man all of you who’ve been waiting since like 2014 are my heroes cuz i’m just gonna trot in like lalala… (has been here like three months)
dao is my favorite by far i think… i’m easy to please LOL it has my favorite story and i love the cast so much ;_;/ i played warrior lady cousland so i did marry alistair HUHU he’s my favorite romance across all the games but i wanna replay so bad to romance morrigan and have a diff silly little world state (trying not to think about doing this until after dav LOL) but god . HoF is just so so funny and i had so much fun…
da2!! i played blue warrior hawke <3 i liked running around kirkwall LMAO i think it was really fun to just contain the story around this one city and just hang out with my best friends 🥹 but goddamn. no one warned me about everything hawke goes thru LIKE 😭 HAVE A VACATION!!! i didn’t romance anyone though in my first playthru HAHA i kind of regret it though cuz by the end i wanted to romance isabela but i also think for my hawke i was happy to not have had a romance cuz it makes sense for my thoughts about her … like she’s just happy to still be alive and wants to do right by everyone who’s ever believed in her so she never thought about it but maybe after all gets said and done she’d seek out izzy… one of those real Slow burns in my brain heehee.. (pro mage .. btw)
AS FOR DAI !!! i’m terrible with open world games. NFKSJFKSKFKL but i sincerely am enjoying it cuz i’m following a quest guide so i don’t lose my marbles… it’s funny cuz i like. technically knew the most abt dai before playing through the games cuz [gestures at solas] but that’s alright cuz most of it has actually been a treat and a surprise :-) just not. the ending
my inky’s name is deirdre & she’s a human rogue 🙂↕️ i don’t have pics rn i’m at work JFKSLDK but ! kind of a little shit. it’s nice that everyone humors her stupid ass. as for romance…. blackwall…. he compels me… something is wrong with him and i like it <3
i’m close to starting wicked eyes & wicked hearts but i’ve been taking the time to explore places and do side quests stuff cuz i wanna be overleveled LOL and i need to switch up my groups more. except for varric. that’s my emotional support companion
BUT WWWWW i wanna draw my inky more & more da fanart when i’m not swamped with other projects and/or playing dragon age & fields of mistria bahahah.. i’ll remember to share more thoughts as i play 🥹🫰
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5, 11 and 22 for my queenie pop beth PLES
i… may have gotten a bit carried away (no regrets)
ft. the most beth-coded images I could find… not pictured: her gorgeous, iconic 80s perm
5: guilty pleasures
as part of their unlikely friendship, eddie gets her into weed. she doesn’t really smoke, but she will make the best pot brownies any of them have ever had. he’s not a good influence on her, and she loves it
flavored chapstick. i say this is a problem only because what started with steve gifting her an innocent dr pepper lip smackers (bc it’s her favorite soda) snowballed into expanding beyond her simple strawberry and cherry to tootsie roll and more—up to 10+ and counting. does this obsession make sense when she always has to top it off with a separate gloss for the perfect shine? no. will that stop her? of course not. she makes more trips to claire’s than she’ll ever admit to
secretly has a thing for bill murray. can’t/won’t explain why but she’s kinda into it
still sleeps with her childhood teddy bear
also loves to reread books from her childhood. peter pan is the favorite
11: bad/petty habits
accidentally/on purpose made an enemy of jim hopper during her sister’s disappearance because she wrongly assumed that everyone just forgot about katy and beth wouldn’t let him. it was a surprising day indeed when the 5’2 head cheerleader looked him dead in the eyes and called him a “lazy fucking asshole.” it sure made for some awkward apologies when katy did return
people pleasing people pleasing people p— she has this deep need to be loved & as a result she’s always giving more than she gets.
but there’s only so much of yourself that you can safely give away before you lose sight of who you are
she can be the most passive aggressive bitch in town if she wants to be—never unprompted, though. except for when it comes to carol perkins. not for any particular reason per-say, but she has hated carol since the 1st grade and she’s a heinous bitch so she must’ve done something to deserve it, ok?
will not hesitate to correct anyone who incorrectly states a fact or quotes
22: people who’ve influenced them greatly
in terms of fashion/general vibes, it’s a delicate and carefully curated mixture of lady di, brooke shields, & molly ringwald. she’s put-together, trendy, fashionable, and girly in a way that is enviable to her peers but still creative and uniquely beth (think: designer outfits paired with one-of-a-kind accessory finds she picked up at antique shops)
especially in her younger years/as a teen, her mother has been a big influence on beth. she means well, but it’s more for her own sake than beth’s. mrs. debbie sullivan is all about keeping up with the other pta moms in loch nora for most of beth’s life. she’s the one who taught her her love for fashion and never missed a chance to brag about beth for getting elected cheer captain or winning prom queen. but her mother seemed a lot less interested in anything than wine and her pills after the events of fall 1983
beth’s best friends, amy and tiffany, mean more to her than all of her other fleeting “friends” combined. they’ve been inseparable from the get-go, known by their peers as the trifecta— the redhead, the brunette, the blonde. && it’s amy who teaches her that she should never settle for less than what she wants and deserves. tiffany showed her that it’s okay to be a bitch sometimes, because she doesn’t owe anyone anything. together, they are unstoppable. i like to think of them as a teenaged cheerleader version of the powerpuff girls tbfh
her little sister katy, in more ways than i could possibly name here. her disappearance (and reappearance) alone deserve their own essay, but she admires so much about her nerdy, headstrong little sister. it’s her drive to be the best big sister she can that makes beth such a natural leader and really highlights her warmth and maternal nature. but don’t get me wrong, katy can still be a pain in the ass, as all little sisters are.
dustin henderson!!! sure, he’s the annoying lil brother she didn’t ask for, but he’s also been such a positive force in her life. especially since katy’s disappearance. she adores him and their relationship is parallel to her and katy’s. he helps her to embrace her nerdier side and not feel ashamed that she likes history. she also kind of owes him and his mischievous scheming for pushing her together with the love of her life, too
as cliche as it is, i would be remiss if i didn’t add steve harrington to this list. steve is so much more than just a boy who she likes; he is the first person to every truly understand her. steve was patient and kind and he taught her that she is so much stronger than she gives herself credit for, but she doesn’t always have to be. he makes her a better person, makes her want to be one, and vice versa
there are more ofc (did not include her historic heroes or feminist icons but just so you know, she does in fact love betty friedan. which would probably surprise her classmates but that's another story)
a bonus lil blurb/headcanon based on 5, set in 1980:
she and carol had always been frenemies at best
but when they’re among the only cliques of eighth graders invited to a high school party, none of that matters
at least not until a tipsy sophomore rounds up a game of spin the bottle
beth looks around the room, makes eye contact with steve, and agrees
then it was steve’s turn. as the bottle began to slow and neared beth, carol “accidentally” nudged the glass, causing it to fall just short of beth and land right on nicole, two seats down
it was no secret that, although they were currently ‘off,’ carol had every intention of getting back with tommy eventually
that was about all beth knew about him; it was more than enough
if carol wanted to play dirty, beth wouldn’t hesitate to beat her at her own game (er, at least in the minds of two slightly intoxicated 14-year-old girls)
it wasn’t long after that when beth’s spin landed somewhere between steve and tommy.
despite every part of her telling her that carol was certainly not worth all this, she simply agrees when tommy insists that it was closer to him (even if it really wasn’t)
and so, with a single glance at carol, she made out with him in front of the entire party
the whole thing felt wrong and awkward, because he was too slobbery and his tongue was down her throat in an unpleasant mess
but as he finally pulled away (more due to being pried apart than anything), the look on carol’s face was more than enough consolation
she missed the disgruntled, sour glare steve was giving tommy
carol pretty much avoided beth after that; apparently tommy “hadn’t kissed her like that in ages”
beth considered carol lucky for that
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I can’t stop thinking about the expectation ingrained in culture that women will be the emotional supports and de facto therapists for their (male) partners. I can’t stop thinking about how I saw it in my (female) friend’s marriage and how good it is if bittersweet to see her free from that. I can’t stop thinking about how I saw it in my flock, they’re just birds, surely this isn’t a thing, but it is clear as day and the aging widowers in the flock, many of them are proof of that and I wish I did better by my girls. I can’t help think of a (male) friend who I’m usually really close with but I feel like I’m losing him, I’ve felt that before, I can’t help seeing how free his ex gf seems since they broke up and I wonder if she’s another one of the bisexual girlies I know who’ve sworn off men and this gives me such a new way to look at my queensland best friend and I hate it I want to throw up because I know he’s better than that. and there’s nothing I can do because he has to do the work himself and it’s the same isn’t it? with my other friends ex husband and my old birds and how do you even do the healing work when you’re a bird?? maybe I can do something there. but how many generations has this happened? have my great grandmothers gone to their graves believing they’re good for nothing but emotional support? have yours? good on my mum for never being that for anyone. her children did the work ourselves, didn’t we? and I can’t even grieve for us, we’re too stubborn anyway just like my dad, we were always made to make it through the world through observation and art and may we never bleed down the generations or just shut out that softness like our grandparents. may we always rebel against gender roles the way we do, may we be the queer icons that we are always, may we show the world somethjng else. when did my sisters grow up to become this?
but while I celebrate us I also look at gender roles again, I’m not usually one for them, I’m just against being told to do things that don’t work for us and aren’t natural already but I’m obsessed with finding the good in everything and I think that I can, not these kinds of gender roles, not the provider and the therapist that became two incomes but one still provides the emotional labour. I look at lines like ‘love your wife as Christ loved the church’ and ‘respect your husband’ (which btw are about mutual love and submission and anyone who twists that is trying to hold a sense of power over someone and they’re Officially Wrong) but maybe the weird and potentially sexist wording had a point?? self sacrificial love of a god who dies for a bunch of people many of whom hate him: that’s something that women through history have done naturally, people pleasing, connection seeking, fear, it’s not actually natural but something we’ve been socialised into. and isn’t the gospel about liberation, what a better way to be liberated than having a mandate that the men in our lives do the exact same thing?? so much giving, that no one can take more than their fair share when they need that love? builds the connection we all seek that can heal?? maybe that’s the reason behind it idk who am I to say?? and maybe respect is refusing to treat a man like a child who can’t meet his own emotional needs? maybe it’s saying you can do this, but this is something you have to do yourself. you have to step up. you can’t bleed out on your partner and kids and expect them to clean it up, if you respect yourself you get your shit together yourself and it doesn’t mean you’re mentally well all the time just that you take responsibility? and I respect you enough to know you can do it and I don’t have to do it for you. so many of us as women do it for the men around us and it doesn’t work. I only hope it isn’t too late for my loved ones (human) to see this. of all genders. and all take responsibility but also have access to healthily given love to let in. It’s the same thing for all genders. but the backdrop is different. for cis men and women. for trans and nonbinary folk or anyone of any gender who just refuses to go along with any of it. and so watch me randomly deconstruct (Christian) bible passages one anti-sexist privilege and culture-aware hot take at a time. may you find any good that’s in this if there is any there, regardless of what you think about these texts or religion
#punk christianity#progressive christianity#gender#feminism between the lines#lmk if this is actually feminism tho#bc it’s just a thought dump. unprocessed
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Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.
Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤
“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“
In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.
“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here. My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“
A few months ago
“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.
“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.
“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“
“I’m here, I’m here.“
My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that. My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.
“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.
“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“
Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.
“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“
It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:
“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“
There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.
“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.
Meh, fuck it - I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.
She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.
“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“
“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“
“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.
“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“
“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.
“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“
I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“
“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“
“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“
“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.
“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.
I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“
A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’
“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.
Ain’t that how it always goes?
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People will hate me for this but I don’t care
The Addams family is mostly about subverting set expectations. The family loves each other. And the love the dark, grim and macabre. However. I think the Ricci iteration of Wednesday is so popular and such an audience colouring adaptation that I feel like it’s become a little bit backwards. Because from what I know about the comic strip, sitcom and cartoons. Wednesday was a regular happy little girl who loves her parents and just to happened to have a pet spider called homer. She wasn’t a violent sociopath until the Raul Julia movies.
But now that’s all people expect. Add that to the stereotype of non girly girls being lgbt. And you’ve got a very cemented mental image on [tumblr] fans minds. They’ve come to expect it. Tim Burton seems to be going for the violent sociopath route, and also, sadly the “hates their parents” trope. But if he manages to turn the “non conforming girl is lgbt” trope on its head and give her a boyfriend, hopefully without sex happening, then I’ll be happy.
Especially if this Enid kid turns out to be evil. The tumblr fans will almost certainly complain. But hey. They’re the ones who’ve gotten their own hopes up. Honestly, it would’ve been even more groundbreaking if he went back to the comic, sitcom and cartoon characterisation. But Ricci is just too popular to forget anytime soon.
TL;DR: The Addams’s are about subverting set expectations. But fans, as always, have their own ideas of how things should be done. And while I’m prepared to be proven wrong. I very much hope that Tim Burton dashes the desires of certain types of fans with the new Wednesday show. Because that would definitely qualify as subverting set expectations
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Arya Stark & Femininity
This might turn into a mini rant, so bear with me here. A lot of times whenever I watch old GOT clips, (bc I hate myself) and read stuff about Arya on fansites, I realize that there’s been a lot of misconception about her and her character. Particularly about her being a woman. And a lot of times i see this sort of “justification” from her fans that the reason why she’s such a fan-favorite character in the show (and to some extent, the books?) is because Arya is esentially this “bad-ass ninja asassin tomboy who’s out for revenge against those who’ve killed her family.” And some of her fans and especially her anti’s will call her out expressing that “Arya’s only a child who doesn’t like girly things like dresses and boys and doing her hair. She “identifies” herself as a tomboy because she likes “boyish things” like sword play, and playing in the mud, and gore, wrestling, etc. I was scrolling through the Jonrya tag here on Tumblr, this is a comment I found regarding Arya:
The moment I read that I straight up just wanted to rant! Lol! Also, I’m sorry for the formatting, I’m writing this on mobile. :( Anyways, these people who make those claims about Arya, esentially only see her as this small girl who likes fighting and getting dirty. They completely disregard everything else that makes Arya, Arya. Pretty much just limiting her to her sex, understanding that because Arya likes boyish things, she’s NOT ALLOWED to inherit things, like the North, fall in love and get married, have a high position in the hierarchy and in politics. It’s because that these people see her as someone who hates needlework or everything that isn’t Sansa, everyone believes that she hates everything that makes her FEMALE. Everybody here knows that Arya’s my favorite female character in the books, so I just wanna talk about how the general public views her, and how their views tend to go against Arya’s entire character.
People have this view that she is the “exact opposite” of Sansa. And while that’s true in terms of their different characteristics, it doesn’t mean that Arya is against everything that makes Sansa, feminine. Now lemme elaborate here. Sansa is everything that represents “femininity.” Especially in terms of the inspired time period that ASOIAF takes place in. She’s very girly & lady-like, is mannerful, “soft-spoken.” She daydreams about boys and being a princess. She’s graceful and elegant. She knows her place in terms of society, and as a woman. AND YEAH, Arya is the exact opposite of that. Yes, she has this boyish nature. She’s wild and free spirited. Loud also adventerous. But that’s the thing: Arya has a lot of femininity in her. It’s just not the femininity that we’re used to. What society percieves as “normally feminine.”
Arya is not Sansa. And it’s because she doesn’t act like a “lady” that the audience sees her as this girl who “doesn’t want” or most importantly, should not want/get the same treatment as the typical noblewoman in Westeros should recieve. This idea was engraved into people’s heads because of the show, and that’s how we’re supposed to see her. As this cold hearted ninja assasin warrior who happens to be a girl, but doesn’t act like a typical girl. The audience pretty much places her in the “I’m not like other girls” trope. Which is honestly, so wrong to me. Because yeah okay, Arya isn’t like the typical lady. But god, she is far deeper than that, and is a much more complex character.
Here’s the thing, Arya does not reject being a female, and most importantly, she does not reject the typical ideals of what makes a lady feminine. Of course not. In fact, she actively encourages that women be included in all things, especially in things only made for men. She believes that women should not be held back or ignored because of their sex and femininity.
“The Lannister’s are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”
“The woman is important too!” Arya protested.
This excerpt is from Arya’s very first chapter in AGOT. It is also my favorite Jonrya moment, lol. And asides from the scene foreshadowing potential plot points for not only Jon & Arya, the scene introduces to us and examines Arya’s perception of society and more specifically, the women in society. In this scene Arya joins Jon in observing Prince Joffrey, talking about the Lannister/Baratheon coat of arms. Jon makes a point that while the Baratheon sigil should be enough to prove that Joffrey is of royalty, the Lannisters (Cersei) are a proud house, married into the royal family. So therefore Joffrey is of house Baratheon AND Lannister. That is why the Lannister sigil stands besides the Baratheons. Because they, specifically Cersei, should be seen as equal to the king.
And while Jon makes this seem like it’s wrong or not needed, Arya disagrees with him. She tells him that the women should not be forgotten, as they should be seen as equal to the men. That the women are just as important as the men, and that it would be of good conduct to not forget that. And with that being said, she never acknowledges that Joffrey’s mother is too lady-like or too feminine to be seen as an equal to the king. Nope. Although she does question later as to why if women cannot fight, why should they have a coat of arms. Though that is hardly the point of her argument.
Another point that makes people believe that Arya is not feminine or does not support femininity, is when she flat out says to Ned that she hates the idea of being a lady.
“Your mother and I have charged her with the impossible task of making you a lady.”
“I don’t want to be a lady,” Arya flared.
Alot of people misinterpret this as Arya not wanting to be a noblewoman, because she only likes to play with swords, and get dirty. Because acting like a lady is stupid and not her. This is simply not true. Arya has no problem with women, or being a lady. She is a lady. A highborn one. What she does have a problem with is that being a lady often means being trapped in the conformities of what society percieves to be the acceptable standard for women in this time period.
All of the acceptable standards is what Sansa is. And she is not like Sansa. She does not believe herself to be a lady like her sister or her mother. When she first reveals her true identity to Gendry in ACOK, he immediately apologizes to her for his behavior and calls her m’lady. :3 Arya unfortunately sees this as a form of mockery and an attack because while Gendry acknowledges that she is a lady, Arya doesn’t act like a typical lady or even look like one. That insecurity of not being a lady like her mother and sister makes her believe that Gendry is using her sex against her. Like a form of irony. But I mean, we all know that’s far from the truth, lol!
And Jon recognizes this too! It’s the reason why they are so close and tightly knit together. Because Jon understands Arya, and sees her insecurity like how she sees his. They are one and the same. Jon sees and understands Arya’s frustrations of sexism viewed in Westeros. He acknowledges that Arya is to become a lady. But he also sees that Arya is not the conventional type of lady wanting to stick to the norms. She is a different type of lady, and to him, that is okay. He may tease her for it once in a while, pointing out all the unfair limitations that women have to go through. But he accepts her for being this unconventional noblewoman, and often encourages her to pursue being different.
“Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister.”
Later when Jon and Arya say their goodbyes, Jon gifts Arya with the swords. Needle. This is his way of saying, fuck all them haters, be who you wanna be. Solidifying the idea that he supports her and accepts her for who she is. Kinda like how Tyrion told him to use his identity as armour, Arya should do the same to herself. It’s okay to be different than the rest. Fuck the rules.
It’s not that Arya hates the idea of being a lady. It’s a far cry from that. It’s the sexism that goes along with being the typical lady that infruiates her. Arya loves running around, riding horses, playing with swords, being loud and adventurous. She has a firery temper to her. And just because she likes doing all of that, and is all of that, it doesn’t mean, shouldn’t mean that she isn’t a lady. That she can’t be a lady. All of those things shouldn’t limit her to being viewed as a girl, a highborn lady. She is a woman, and she identifies as one.
“Listen to him, boy.”
“It was the third time he had called her “boy.” “I’m a girl,” Arya objected.
That is why, even though she sees herself as a woman, she often tells herself and other people that she is not a lady. Despite others telling her that she is one. Her insecurity and her frustrations do not allow her to see herself as a lady because she isn’t a “conventional woman.”
But the thing is, even though Arya doesn’t enjoy most of the typical lady-like things, she still has a ton of femininity to her. And people often ignore her more feminine traits in favor of her more “badassery” side, which unfortunately are most often occupied by men. People forget and downright ignore that Arya is really intelligent. She particularly excels in math. It’s one of the few things that she’s better at than Sansa. She loves flowers—like her aunt Lyanna. The very person who she’s said to look and act like the most. And a really important one is that she has motherly instincts. It’s what helps her protect other kids throughout her journey. Her ability to empathize enables her to be more social with outcasts and befriend others without judgement. She is well-mannered and kind to strangers. (An example of this would be when she apologizes to a common woman who lent her a dress to wear, and she accidentally destroys it because she and Gendry were playing by the acorn tree.) She can also cook and clean just like any other woman—or any other person. All of those are feminine traits, and are traits that make her more human. And the show opted to get rid of all that and gave us some cold-hearted, angry, ninja.
The audience perceives that because Arya is this ninja warrior who rejects the common standards of being a lady, it means that she can’t have these other more female traits. Nope. She’s not allowed to have or want more rights and power because that’s not her. She’s a warrior and nothing more. She can’t find love because she has to be this bad-ass independent woman who don’t need no man. That’s not her, that’s her sister. We can’t have Arya be any more female than she already is because she rejects the idea of being female. Leave all that crap to her sister! Sansa’s the princess—and we can’t have Arya being a princess or queen. Arya’s only allowed to carry a sword.
And it’s the audience’s perception of her that goes against everything that Arya is, and everything that she believes in. Because remember, Arya hates the idea that being a lady means being trapped in the societal norms. And it can be said vice versa too. Arya still respects those who want to be more of the conventional type. Arya may not have the more typical feminine traits that make her a lady, but to hell with it! It doesn’t mean that she’s not allowed to have the other things that the more conventional woman would/should have. That goes against all of her views and beliefs. The audience puts Arya at an unfair standard because she doesn’t act like a conventional woman.
It’s the same thing as the audience saying that Jon Snow doesn’t want a title or power, because he’s devoted his life to the Nights Watch and is unselfish. False. Very false. Just like Arya. Arya’s young. She still has time to grow, and no doubt she doesn’t think of all those things now because of other priorities. But she’s slowly getting there. And there is so much foreshadowing of her finding love, becoming a woman gaining power, etc, etc. She’s not there yet, but that’s a part of her growth. Just because she defies the typical female standards, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want or wont want all those things later.
Like com’on. Everyone knows that Arya is the only legitimate candidate right now to inherit the North. Everyone knows. The Northmen know, the Nights Watch knows, the people in Kings Landing knows. Hell, even the damn wildings know this. And it’s because of this knowledge that formed the majority of the northern plotline in ADWD. People are going to war for her. She is the true key to the North, and that’s why the Boltons lied and said that they have her. It’s why Jon went to war and died for her. I don’t think Arya will truly believe it if/when she finds out that people are fighting for her because she holds the power to the North. Unless Jon’s gonna be the one to tell her himself. The fact that she is being set up to inherit all this power, and yet people deny it and believe that she doesn’t want it because it’s “not her” in regards that she’s not feminine enough, is seriously infuriating.
I mean look at the type of women Arya respects and idolizes. Where do you think she got the name Nymeria from? Nymeria’s name originates from the Princess of Dorne herself, Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar. Princess Nymeria was said be very beautiful, strong-willed, cunning, and full of wisdom. She was a “warrior-queen.” From that alone, her femininity clearly did not matter. She was a woman whose goals were not held back because of her femininity and sex.
Arya does not hate femininity or things that makes women more feminine. She doesn’t truly hate wearing dresses or being a lady. It’s being conformed to the general standards that she hates. It’s her sex being used against her that makes her angry. It’s not being able to be herself that she despises. And thanks to Sansa and her mother’s judgement of her, Arya’s insecurity only heightened. Despite looking exactly like Lyanna, Arya herself believes that she’s not beautiful enough to even be considered a lady. Only Jon and Ned allowed Arya to be Arya. Only they called her beautiful, and only they encouraged her to be who she wanted to be. Arya loves her fellow women. And yeah, she also loves Sansa despite her being such a pain in the ass bitch, lol.
Arya’s character encourages women to just be women. She encourages us the audience to just be ourselves despite all the conformities forced upon us. Her character explores the limitations of sex, gender, and especially the loss of identity. Arya not wanting to be a lady doesn’t actually mean she doesn’t want to be a lady. She doesn’t want to be held back by the standards of being a lady. Her question, her argument is that why should women be limited only to being this or that. Women are far more than meets the typical standard, and if society can’t accept it, then fuck that! Women can be knights and still be a lady. They can be fierce and passionate and emotional and still be a lady. Women can be warriors and still be a lady. Just because there are some women out there who don’t fit the ideal standards of what it means to be lady, it shouldn’t make them feel like less than one.
#Arya Stark#Arya Stark meta#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#jon snow#Gendry Baratheon#Jonrya#Gendrya#Arya is a feminist#When is TWOW come out?! I miss her!!#Also shes going through puberty in the next book so uh that’ll be interesting hm?#Ya’ll Dany may be going mad in the books too#But I mean Dany and Arya NEED to interact at least 1 pls George give it to me :(#Anti GOT
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I decided to write my favourite ship for pride month 2022, as this is my very first pride month <3
I've been working on this for days, and i hope you like it :)
Jealousy- a Chili fanfic
(Jealous!oblivious!zhongli x childe)
Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff ending
3rd person pov:
He hated this.
He hated how the interaction between him and her made him feel this way.
He knew it was wrong.
He did indeed.
“Ojou-san! Look what I got you!”
“A crystalfly ornament? Childe you don't have to-“
“Nah, wear it! It looks good on you!”
There he sat, watching the whole thing unfold before his amber eyes. His heart felt heavy.
“Excuse me for a while, traveller, ch-childe.”
He left, unable to take this. It hurts. It does.
Him? The geo archon? In love and obsessed with someone like him?
How…how perfectly absurd.
He wanted his attention, his affection, he wanted him, just to himself.
He’s selfish, and he knows it.
It’s just wrong for someone like him to fall head over heels for him.
But he just can’t help it.
Lumine pov:
“ What's wrong with zhongli these days, childe? Did you do something?” I questioned a certain ginger.
“ I did nothing, I swear.”
A pained expression crossed his face, then it vanished.
“Man, i just wanted to give xiansheng a gift, and that dude just left…”
I hummed. “Ay, childe, are you in love with anyone?”
“I- why’d you ask?”
“Interested.”
“Uh…i uh-“
“Let me guess…xingqiu?”
He cringed.
“THE HELL???”
“Well you both weld a hydro vision-“
“HOW DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH BEING IN LOVE-“
“Hmmm…xiao?”
“Girlie what the actual fuck.”
“Bro childe I'm just guessing,” I pouted, crossing my arms.
“Zhongli?”
He paused.
“Uh-“
“OH MY GOD CHILDE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ZHONGLI!” I squealed, clasping my hands together and gushing.
“Paimon thinks it's obvious.”
“Shut up and eat or I'll sell you to xiangling.”
“Hey!”
Childe pov:
My face is fucking heating up. That’s certain.
“I- am not-“I protested.
“Oh yes you are~”
“ god girlie you’re getting annoying-“
“And you’re very gay~”
“No im not-“
“Yes you are.”
“Hell no im not-“
“Yes.”
“No.”
“What are you guys consnipring about?”
Oh shit. It’s-
“Oh hey zhongli! Childe is— humph-“
“NO NO I’M JUST ORDERING SOMETHING-“ I laughed awkwardly, covering Lumine's mouth and glaring at her.
“We are?”
“Shut up paimon you pea brained maggot!” I yelled, a blush forming rapidly than ever.
“Childe. You look red,” zhongli simply stated, eyeing me up and down.
“Look, look- uh- i can explain-“ i stuttered.
Zhongli pov:
Childe never stuttered. Never. He does look cute though, with that flustered face of his.
But it hurts.
“Childe, may I speak to you for a moment?” Lumine asked, tugging the hem of her white dress.
“Sure.”
“Uhm, we need to speak privately…”
I felt neglected.
I watched as they walked away, traveller whispering something into his ear, then he gasped, blushing…
3rd person pov:
Lantern rite.
It’s a festival which is celebrated once a year in Liyue.
Wishes were made, families reunited, lovers- oh well.
The streets are already bustling with excitement.
It’s just noon.
Colourful banners, lanterns, silk, decorations are everywhere.
Keqing did work hard on this, didn’t she?
That day, even the busiest among all decided it is time for a break.
A certain yaksha, perched at the very top of Wangshu Inn, gazed down at the illuminated city.
Her, the one who looks over Liyue, descended from her chambers, her heels clicking along the rythm of her steps.
Them, who’ve been watching over Liyue for as long as anyone can remember, gathered at Mt. Hulao.
It’s only celebrated once a year, and what an exciment it is.
Let’s give the city of contracts a break, a day to rejoice.
Alas, he, who created, built, named, protected this place, is in a heartbreak.
He was in pain.
Divine tears of his, traced his face.
It’s utterly useless to hide those golden tears of his.
The person whom he loved dearly wasn’t with him tonight.
He’s with the blonde, he told himself, and he’s never coming back. At least not tonight.
Among all 6000 years, he never felt pain as such.
It felt worse than losing his former friend, guizhong.
He closed his eyes, as final teardrops fell.
He sighed, with a flick of his fingers, he created fire, and lit the lantern of his.
With both hands, he raised the lantern to his face, forehead touching the warm paper, and silently whispered:
“I…
I wish he could be mine.”
He gently placed the lantern in the palm of his right gloved hand and let go.
At that moment, thousands, perhaps millions of lanterns, big and small, high and low, dim and bright, illuminated the starry sky.
He smiled, a sad one, not one which the citizens of Liyue share tonight.
——————————————————
It’s currently midnight.
He felt a gloved hand cup his cheek.
Then came a long sigh.
“I…I’ve been looking for you, xiansheng. I’m sorry I couldn't make it before sunset. There…is something I would like to give you.”
Flower petals brushed his face as a glaze lily was tucked above his ear.
“Not even this godly flower is a perfect gift for you. “
Silence.
“Xiansheng, there is something I need to tell you…i…i think i'm in love with you.”
The archon’s eyes slowly flickered open.
“You…you are?” He whispered.
“Yes, xiansheng. Yes I am.”
He, who made a wish this very night, came true.
“Please, childe, please stay.”
“Of course, my lord, I’ll stay here forever if you insist.”
The lover of the geo archon placed a soft kiss on his nose, and wiped away the tears of joy that flowed silently down his glimmering cheeks.
A slight smile appeared on his face, As he fell into slumber once again.
He, who he had loved for years, is finally his.
Bonus:
*rustle of bushes*
*sniff*
“Traveller? What’s wrong? Paimon is worried-“
“Childe im so proud of you- *sniff*”
“Paimon thinks you’re weird.”
“Oh shut up paimon how could you not get choked up at this? Those lovebirds are finally together *sniff*”
“Paimon thinks- *slap*”
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin childe#genshin zhongli#genshin ajax#genshin morax#genshin tartagalia#zhongli x childe#childe x zhongli#chili#tartali#zhongchi#pride
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Thank you for being a champion of the show and critically interacting with the show.
I get so demoralized when every few posts in the various tags are people shitting in the show either those who’ve never watched it or salters who are angry their version isn’t playing out. Im so tired of seeing, “cool ideas bad execution” or the obsession with the scraped PV from nearly 10 years ago. It’s bad enough we have youtubers who make video essays that completely miss the point of the show skewing people’s opinions because miraculous is an international success.
I also want to thank you for calling out fandom behavior like how pro sentiadrien theorists take it too far and starts harassing fans who don’t like it and especially for not taking toxic chloe fans shit. I’m not one to defend mr Astruc but for gods sake Chloe fans have to leave him alone and stop bugging him on every little thing.
Just thank you for being a sane figure in the fandom. Your metas on fandom culture and miraculous are greatly appreciated.
Thanks, Anon buddy. I just made a post about my (admittedly) minor grievances with the show's direction, but I will clarify: even if I end up not liking something, it's not a strike against the show's quality, merely my enjoyment, which is a scale. Me not liking one thing (the increased serialization) doesn't mean the show is worse for it or that I suddenly dislike it. I just like it a smidgen less. I can think of exactly one thing that would ruin my enjoyment of the show and I've already mentioned what that is, repeatedly.
I think that’s basically what these people who feel the need to defend talking about the show should consider; do these things you complain about make you dislike the show? Then why are you watching something you actively dislike? It’s like people are embarrassed over liking a kids’ cartoon. Maybe it's their first time liking a kids’ cartoon while outside the target audience so they're insecure about it. Because this reminds me so much of when My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic first became the Big Thing it did. People were always saying things like: “I know it’s girly BUT-” like being girly is a bad thing.
Of course, the “good idea, bad execution” thing is literally people saying: “I wanted this story but I wanted it told the way I like so it’s bad”. If you want a story written to your specifications, commission an author to write it for you. Or, if you’re broke, get acquainted with the AO3 tagging system, there’s a big chance the right tag combination will net you the exact adaptation of the story you want to see, especially with a fandom as big as Miraculous. Or only watch finished shows where you can read the plot synopsis ahead of time to make sure that you know exactly how the story will go before you watch the show so it doesn’t disappoint you. There are other options than ruining everyone else's fun.
And that's basically what the obsession with the PV is. That's the version that wasn't made, so every single dissatisfied fan can convince themselves that, if it had ever been made, that version would have been the one that does everything exactly how they envisioned it. We know jack about it, so it's simultaneously nothing and everything. It's the Schrödinger's show; the concept was bad enough that no network wanted to finance it, but it was so good that every single fan who finds someonething wrong with the Miraculous Ladybug we did get would have loved it. It's only because there's a "beta version" the fandom knows about that the fandom can pin all their ideas of how the story should have gone onto it.
I'm just very tired of seeing people complain who will clearly never be happy with what the show gives them even when it clearly starts catering to them. I've even seen people who admit to liking the new direction of the show towards being more linear, who say it's an improvement, say it's "still not good enough" and those people need to go read an event comic if they think a story needs such a convoluted continuity that you need to make notes to keep up. And I'll say, even though I prefer the 80% episodic 20% serialized story structure, if Miraculous did go fully serialized, I'd still think it was good.
I just feel kinda silly about complaining about minor gripes when other people apparently have issues that require a complete reboot of the series. Frankly, it's clear that those issues are less issues with the show and issues with how these people engage with media.
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Wow. Amazing analysis. I could never buy Romione. Like you I love both Ron and Hermione, just…not as a couple. I always thought they were incompatible and not right for each other, but I never explored the reason as thoroughly as you did now, and I have to say: PREACH. I never noticed the Harry/Cho and Ron/Lavender parallel, and now I’m even angrier at Rowling than I was before.
I can’t find the words to describe how much I wholeheartedly agree about everyone marrying their school sweetheart. I can see Harry wanting to emulate his parents and settling down as soon as he can (whether consciously or not), but the others? I mean, what’s the point of writing wizards and witches that live for more than a century and age more slowly than Muggles, if characters settle down at 23? I mean, nothing wrong with that, but since they live longer, I think they should be allowed to chill a little. But since Harry and Hermione needed to get rid of their Muggle heritage and become part of the Weasleys, oh well 🤷🏻♀️
By the way, I’ve read many things over the years, but I’m not sure which one of them were actually said by Rowling. Apparently, she said that she was setting up Hermione to end up with Harry, Fred or Draco. We all know your opinions about Dramione (and the way you write them is glorious), so what do you think about Harmony and Fremione? Not necessarily as endgame couples: sometimes, couples that do not involve a girly girl that needs to be mocked for her femininity and sensitivity break up, and Rowling should hear that.
Thanks!
Post referenced was my why Hermione and Ron do not fit post.
I’m not sure about anything Rowling said. Because there are so many rumours about what she said, who she wanted to kill originally and all that, that I just put that aside and just look at what she wrote and how her characters are.
Again under the cut for length, because I can’t keep this short.
And just for the record: I am doing an experiment and will tag this with the ship names, just for research reasons.... I’m curious if I will get the same attention as I got on that other post.
I think Harry wanting a family early on makes sense. He wanted a loving family all his life and Ginny is the fulfillment of his wish. Ron and Hermione close by is also something that is nice for Harry. But this is an ending that is fitted to Harry's needs. Harry is the hero, so that's sort of o.k. I just wish that JKR had not felt the need to fit everyone and their mother to Harry's best ending. And while I know of couples who’ve been together since school it is the exception not the rule and that all the couples marry early and have kids and all that is just too much imho.
Now for Fremione : I think they are actually a much better fit than Ron and Hermione. Both are ambitious. Fred, unlike George whom he usually pulls along, uses his pranks to correct perceived and real insult against his family and friends, and also to fight against the establishment. The Weasley twins are very good at undermining authorities. I think they are more than just pranksters in that regard. Although Fred is not interested in school he is very interested in discovering new stuff and exploring and he's good at that (or George and he are). He also has no self-confidence issues whatsoever. He doesn't need validation like Ron does. Hermione and the twins actually have a bit of a bickering relationship and you can see Hermione pulling her hair in desperation at them but she also has respect for them. When Fred and George tell her about the happy elves in the Hogwarts kitchen it makes her think (not that I agree how the elves are practically happy slaves). It's no small feat to make Hermione at least consider she might be wrong about something.
So, they would fit but they would be an absolute menace for society. Imagine two rather ruthless, vindictive people with brains teaming up together. I think they would actually spur each other on. Together they would probably rule the wizarding world and I'm not sure I would want to be in the same timeline as established Fremione. Lol!
And I imagine it would be terrible if they ever broke up: War of the Roses would have nothing on a Fremione fall out! Hexes would fly left and right and everyone else would have to duck and pray.
As for Harmony, I think it could work in a friends to lovers way. They have each other’s back and Hermione sacrifices a lot for Harry. And Harry can be supportive, like when he tells Slughorn that Hermione is very intelligent. Mind you, he is not always supportive and especially in earlier books he can be a bit of a jerk and Hermione can be a bit bossy. But since Harry has not the same insecurity issues Ron does, I think they could work it out. It would be a relationship though where the love would grow rather slowly, out of mutual respect and maybe they would never really fall in love but rather grow into love. I could buy that. I can understand why people ship them. To me friends to lovers just does not have the same appeal as angsty ships, but that’s me. I think Harry and Hermione could work and maybe even for a long time.
There is just the thing, that at least to me, Harry and Hermione give off very strong best friends vibes in an almost sibling like way. So, I would rather see them as a content, happy couple than a passionate couple. And that would be completely o.k.? You don’t have to be all over each other the whole time. It’s just not something that has appeal to me.
I think that Harry’s intuition and Hermione’s intelligence would work well together as well, but only if they listen to each other. Since they both like to be in the right they would have to work in that regard. They are a good team on the occasions they work together.
There is only one thing that is a problem imho. Harry wants a family, and Hermione doesn’t have one (and don’t tell me that she gets back her parents, parents are not the same as siblings). And getting children is just not the same as having a huge family already. I actually think that her large family is something that makes Ginny attractive to Harry.
There is also the fact that JKR did not write romantic tension into their stories. There would have been chances but whatever she has said in interviews, I think we can agree on the fact that it would be difficult to prove that she wrote anything with Harmony in mind. That does not mean that it would be impossible or that the characters do not fit though. The nice thing about shipping is that we can play with the character we were given and imagine other outcomes.
So, although neither Fremione nor Harmony are canon, I see the appeal of the ships and how the characters could find love with each other.
Just to add something about Dramione: I think Draco actually would curb Hermione’s vindictiveness. He was her enemy and if she has learned to love one enemy she might be inclined to give other people the benefit of the doubt.
TLDR: I can see the appeal of Fremione and Harmony. I don’t ship them because they are not angsty enough for me, but I think the characters would fit.
Just for the record, this is my opinion and my personal preference.
Thanks for the ask!
#anon ask#HP#HP verse#Hermione Granger#Hermione ships#Fremione#Harmony#Dramione#Anti the ship that must not be named#Because shippers of this ship jump on perfectly tagged anti posts
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Before it Kills You Too (Ch2 Snippets 1, 2 & 3)
Fandom: Lore Olympus
Chapter Summary: When Hera gets into a car accident after a fight, Zeus has a moment to ruminate on their relationship. Written using the song “Wait” by Maroon 5 as a prompt.
Character Focus: Zeus
Please note!! This is the previous Ch2 snippets I posted + a new snippet (the new snippet starts with “I would venture to guess she was driving too fast.”)
I’ve been having trouble with this chapter for a very long time, so I’ve decided to post it snippet-by-snippet, because that seems like the only way I’ll successfully finish this fic.
While this should be as close to the final version as it can be, anything in this snippet is subject to change when the full chapter comes out. (And, hey, to that end, if there’s anything you think needs to be edited here, please kindly let me know!!)
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Chapter 2 Snippets 1, 2 & 3:
Hera was standing in the crowded meadow, surrounded by her friends, laughing that girly little giggle full of sunshine that just about made Zeus’ heart ooze in a puddle out of his chest.
Her blue dress made her eyes look like two shimmering sapphires.
“Have I seen her in a dress that color?” Zeus inquired excitedly from behind the bushes.
“How can we know what you’ve seen?” Aidoneus muttered. “With you creeping around, you might have seen her naked for all we know.”
Zeus punched him in the arm, (lightly).
“I don’t think she’s worn a dress that color!” Posiedon bubbled.
“Thank you, Posiedon. At least someone can answer a question.”
“I think she looks like the sea on summer day.” He put his hands on his face, them sliding slowly.
Zeus eyed him. “Alright, keep it in your toga, Little Green Man.”
“Should we really be here?” Aidoneus muttered. “We weren’t invited.”
“Oh come on,” Zeus stood up, putting his hands on his hips. “Who wouldn’t want to see the King of the gods here?”
Poseidon grinned and stood up behind his brother. “No one!”
“Hestia, Demeter… assorted sane people.” Hades muttered as he stood to follow.
“If that’s sanity I’m glad I’m insane.” Zeus trilled as he strutted up to the entrance.
A cute pink nymph—(rather well endowed in the chestal region—not that he noticed!)—greeted them at the archway.
“Oh! Zeus!” She flushed and bowed. “It’s an honor. Welcome!”
“Why it’s an honor to meet you, my lady.” He kissed her hand, and she giggled. “See?” he turned to his brothers. “They’re delighted to have us.”
“I’ve got a bad feeling.” Hades muttered.
Hera was closer now; she smelled like summer, and she looked like it too. Poseidon was right about the ocean thing; she practically shimmered as she spoke with her friends.
“I’m gonna go talk to her.”
“Wait—!” Hades was soon swallowed by the crowd.
Zeus scooched behind her at lightning speed. One by one her friends began to take notice, their eyes widening.
Hera took a step back and would have tripped in surprise if he hadn’t caught her.
“Careful there, you might fall, Birthday Girl.”
“Oh, Zeus!” She looked up at him, the back of her head hitting his chest, “hi!”
That golden smile.
“I made you something!” As she spun to face him, he produced a little carving of a bird from his pocket. (And, no, he didn’t make it).
“Oh!” She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, gently taking it from him, “It’s beautiful!”
All his responsibilities and stresses melted away with the sight of that smile, and he forgot there was anyone else at the party…in the world.
(…He wished he saw that smile anymore.)
Zeus’ chair was spinning empty at his desk before his assistant could say another word—
And Olympus wept, distant peals of thunder rending the sky into pieces.
Lightning crackled and cackled through his hair, creating violet tracks through the air, as Zeus sped through the sky.
It was freezing, and people were staring, but he didn’t care.
All that mattered was getting to his wife.
“My you look stunning.” Zeus sidled up behind his wife, running his fingers gently along her arm. “Is that a new dress?”
“New as that girlfriend of yours.” Hera grunted.
His eyes widened with shock, his voice with an indignant undertone to it. “Is something wrong?”
She paused a moment. He could see words fluttering behind her lips—(like they did so often, too often)—the words Yes you did something wrong, how can you not know?
He knew she wouldn’t believe him when he said he didn’t mean to hurt her.
“You weren’t invited,” she said softly.
“Not invited? Me?” He put his hand to his chest, like the thought of him ever not being welcome to somewhere was absurd. “To what?”
“The party, you nitwit!” She whirled around, her hair nearly whipping him in the face. “You just came barging in like you owned the place!”
“Well…to be fair—”
He stopped short at the look in her eyes, like two blue-hot flames.
He knew it was taking her a great amount of effort not to slap him.
“Do you know how long I’d been preparing for that?! How long it took me to get everything just right? I told you, but you never even listened, did you? And then you just barged right in!”
“Why are you so upset? What’s so important about a party?!”
“They were my friends.” Her gaze softened, and her tone became more serious. “They were—” Until she cut herself off, and her expression hardened as she whirled around, her hair billowing behind her.
“Bunny, wait!” His tone was softer too.
He wished she’d just turn around. That he could say sorry.
Was it really so hard? He should have started there.
Had he ever apologized for that?
He was always doing that; barging in where he wasn’t welcome. The world was his, yes but…he had to concede there were some parts of it he ought not just barge in on.
When he burst into the hospital, however, they wouldn’t dare tell him he wasn’t invited, wouldn’t dare tell him he couldn’t see her.
“Where. is my. wife?” Lightning slammed into a lamppost just outside the front door, shattering its glass box, and making the light spark, the rain pounding at the window like rabid dogs.
The desk clerk looked like she was about to pee out of sheer fear.
“Sh-sh-she’s not out of surgery yet, your majesty...I understand you want to see her, but I can’t let you…until-until they’re finished.” She was practically vibrating. “I assure you the moment she gets out, we’ll notify you.”
Surgery? He wanted to demand. She’s the queen of the gods, how could she be in surgery?
Electricity sparked in his eyes, trailing throughout his hair. He could say I demand you let me see her. He could say I don’t care! She’s my wife, and I’m not waiting! She’s fine! She’s the queen—she’s my queen—she won’t be hurt from a little car accident!
But there were some places he ought not just barge in on… and the surgeons room was probably one of them.
The lightning let out a sighing crackle, before he closed his eyes, his hair falling back upon his shoulders. It was then that he noticed he was dripping wet from head to toe. He sighed himself before muttering something like a garbled “I understand, thank you.” And turning to sit in the lobby. Behind him the desk clerk’s coworker held her to keep her from fainting.
He snapped his fingers, drying off, so as not to get their nice, barf-colored carpet all wet. Once he sat down in a chair—(the cushions didn’t have any cush to them)—a kid in the chair across from him scooched away.
He could have that kid lightly charred if he wanted.
Instead he settled for a nice glare, and reached over to pick up last month’s—(or maybe it was a few months ago)—issue of “Goddess weekly” listening to the rain die down to a drum.
The same old gossip. Usually if he picked one of these up he’d check for any news he ought to be aware of. You know, as the king. Not to mention the ladies weren’t unappealing. Now he flicked through without seeing any of it.
Speaking of ladies, there was a nymph sitting across the room from him, her skin blue, her ears down, and a cute little half smile. She surely wasn’t in here for anything serious. She kept glancing from her own magazine to him—but not in a nervous way. If he wasn’t mistaken, she wouldn’t be opposed to a session of hide-the-German-sausage.
If he wanted he could take her there in a darkened closet in the hallway. It wouldn’t take long—(if it didn’t need to…or it could take all night). That would be a nice way to relieve the stress bubbling in his body.
—Someone was laying next to him, her skin smooth, practically glowing. There was rather a lot of it exposed.
She turned over, her eyes fluttering open, a small smile creasing her features as she rolled onto his chest, tickling his chin with her fingers.
“I had a wonderful time,” she twittered, and he practically purred, staring into those big blue eyes, glittering like river stones.
He pushed her green hair behind her ear.
“Is that all? I’d like to think a night with the King of the gods would be more than merely ‘wonderful.’”
She giggled. “No no, it was much more than wonderful! It was spectacular! Mind-blowing!” She threw her arms in the air.
“That’s more like it.” He grinned—
When was that again? Two years ago, or two days ago?
It could have been either.
Had he apologized for that?
Would it have mattered if he had? Would she have forgiven him? Would he have stopped?—
Bile rose in his throat, and he dove his nose so hard into the magazine he almost smacked himself with it.
His wife was bruised and bleeding, and potentially worse in a nearby room, at the mercy of some quack holding a scalpel and a few comforting words…and here he was thinking of betraying her for the…
How many times had it been now?
He threw the magazine back on the table and sank in the chair till his head was nearly on the bottom cushion, his lip flapping his he blew out a breath, making his hair fly up a little.
The kid and his mom got called, and seemed glad of a reason to leave.
After a healthy dose of moping he pulled out his phone. After checking fatesbook and playing a few games he decided it was time to open his messages.
He didn’t want to be alone. He wanted some sensible and non-conjugal company.
He scrolled through and clicked on a name.
A number of old conversations sprinkled the page, often detailing Zeus asking about getting together and the correspondent saying they were busy.
He thought a moment about what to say—(a rare occurrence for him)—before deciding any vague requests would probably get ignored, so he simply decided the boldfaced truth:
Hera’s been in a car accident. She’s in surgery.
“WHAT?!” The word was spoken aloud—and very loudly at that.
Hades was standing in front of him. If the king being here wasn’t enough reason for weird looks, this outburst had sent more than a few eyes their way.
Zeus did a finger wave at the nymph, before he grabbed his brother’s arm, whisking him off to a less crowded hallway.
The only thing here was a vending machine, and a few overly picturesque pictures of trees.
“How did this happen?!” Hades shout-whispered.
“I would venture to guess she was driving too fast.”
“I could have gathered that myself, thank you very much!” Hades was clearly trying not to shout. “What was she doing?! Where was she going?!”
Zeus rolled folded his arms. “Does it matter?”
“Sure it matters! Well at least it’d be good to know!”
“…I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?! What do you mean you don’t know?! She’s your wife—!”
“I said I don’t know!” he kicked the vending machine.
The air shattered and reformed itself.
Zeus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice softening. “I…I don’t know.”
Two sides of him warred. One wanted to shout at Hades. He expected him to know where she was at all times? Oh yeah, that would go over well with her. What kind of helicopter husband would he be then?
And yet, it felt wrong for him not to know. Like some sort of failure. She was his wife. Shouldn’t he? Shouldn’t he have asked? Shouldn’t he care?
Hades’ gaze softened.
“I upset her.” Zeus murmured. “We got into a fight.”
Hades leaned against the wall. He was probably resisting the urge to say he could have gathered that too.
Zeus leaned his head forward onto the glass of the vending machine, his hair falling to the side, his reflection vaguely eyeing him.
“We got into a fight and she…I hadn’t even realized she went for a drive.” He paused, observing the chocolate and chips sitting in neat rows in the machine. “Do you think she liked Twyx?”
“Huh?”
“Do you think she liked Twyx?”
Hades pondered it a moment. “Probably. She tends to like things with caramel in them.”
Zeus smiled wryly. “See? I didn’t even know that.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to ask her all your burning questions about her favorite candy flavors very soon.”
“That’s not the point.” Zeus whispered.
Zeus was feeling a little off-kilter.
He nearly fell into a three-thousand drachma vase.
Okay, make that a lot.
The sound of heels on the staircase. The white one they’d painted for that one event…what had they been celebrating again?
His hazy gaze made her glitter even more than usual.
“Have I ever told you that you’re like the sea on a summer’s day?” Zeus’ voice came out blurry. He put his hand in his hair, trying to look sexy, you know, like the kind of guy you’d wanna forgive.
This was met by her hair slapping him in the face as she walked by him. She paused a few steps below him, turning.
“Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?”
“I may have had one—“ He hiccuped, “or five, appletinis.”
“And this is what? An intelligent conversation you’re trying to have?” She folded her arms over her chest.
“Actually,” he held up a finger. The action made him feel off-balance so he leaned against the railing, trying to land in a sexy pose. “There is something I wanted to say.”
“You’re barely coherent when you’re sober, at least spare me until then.”
He rolled his eyes—(and made himself feel even dizzier).
She turned to go back up the stairs.
“Wait!” He shouted.
She stopped, looked over her shoulder, eyes narrow as a cat’s. “What?”
“I-hic!” He covered his mouth as if embarrassed. Clearly emotion was dangerous. “I wasn’t trying to get wasted! I just-hic!-needed more than three or four to say this.”
“Oh yeah? Spit it out Grape Sorbet.” She folded her arms over her chest.
“I’m…” he held on to the railing for support. “I’m sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
“You…You were right.” He took a step closer.
“About what?” Her breath bated.
“I just…I didn’t want to admit it. I couldn’t…” He looked away. “I couldn’t tell you sober.”
“About what?” The words had a rough edge to them, her chest heaving with breath.
Ah. She knew. She knew what he was going to say, even before he said it.
“I…I did cheat on you.”
“Wh-What?” Her eyes tinted red…but there was so much hurt in the word.
Fear and shame rose in tandem like ocean waves, threatening to bowl him over, and he realized that the truth wasn’t going to help at all. But all he could do was let it pour out of him.
“You-hic-You asked if I was with-hic—”
“Stop.” She covered her mouth as if to keep the worst words from spilling out, tears welling in her eyes.
“But I—”
“I said stop!” Her voice rang through the room like something shattering.
Maybe something was.
Her heels against the stairs, fast and sharp, and away.
“Wait!”
Turn around please, let me apologize, let me explain, I won’t do it again.
He threw up in the vase.
“Daddy? What was that all about?” The small voice made his blood run cold. “What did you cheat at? Were you playing a game?”
Zeus turned, horrified, to see Ares, hiding behind a crack in the door.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at her.” He breathed. “It was stupid, really.”
Hades put a dollar in the vending machine and punched in a number.
“People say all kinds of things when they’re angry. Doesn’t mean you’re bad, just means you’re people. Which…” Hades looked him up and down, adding under his breath, “I wonder about sometimes.”
“...You must think I’m a terrible husband.”
Hades grabbed two chocolate bars and handed one to his brother.
“I think you need something sweet, maybe a little hydration, and some rest.”
Zeus unwrapped the bar and took a bite, not really tasting anything.
After a moment Hades sighed.
“It’s not so simple as that.” Hades said between bites, “I don’t necessarily think there’s such a thing as a ‘terrible husband’ or ‘the best husband.’ I…I don’t even think there’s such a thing as good and bad people. There’s just…people. There’s just husbands. But there are rules that come with being a person, and/or being a husband and…” he paused, trying to choose his words carefully, “you don’t always follow those rules.”
Zeus fell back against the wall, looking at the floor, denials dying in his throat.
It was raining.
No, actually it was pouring. And thundering. The lightning was like cracks in a collapsing sky, and Zeus’s gut was twisting like the snakes on the head of a gorgon.
“What? You-you think you can just undo this?!” Hera’s words were biting. “It’s done!” Her laugh was wry and sardonic, like an ache in her throat, red tainting the blue of her eyes. “You can’t just fix something like that! Once someone cheats at the game no one else just keeps playing!”
“It was a mistake! One stupid night!”
“One stupid night, huh?! Then how do you explain this?!” She held up his phone. The pictures. The…Oh Gaia.
The snakes in his gut bit down, and he bit his lip looking away. He hadn’t known she knew about that.
“You’ve got it all wrong! That was just—!”
“I thought you were different!” She bit off his excuse, the anger cracked, and the pain was bleeding through, and he wasn’t the only one making it rain: A tear fell down her face, then another, her mascara running black along her cheeks. “You made me smile, you made me laugh! You saved your brothers from your father. And I thought we could make a kingdom—a world—together!” She shook her head, grimacing, trying and failing to keep more tears from falling. “I thought we could be something!”
“We are! We have! I just made a mistake! I—!”
“No, Zeus.” There was a finality to her tone.
Tears streamed down her face now. He hated it when she cried. She didn’t do it often, and whenever she did he was ready to smite whoever hurt her but…he’d hurt her worst of all.
“I thought you were different. But you’re—“ the words were like an antique vase, riddled with cracks. “You’re just another bad guy.” She punched him in the arm, and the vase broke, the defiance into pain. She punched him in the arm…but it was weak and far too soft, and that’s how he knew she was really hurt; she could bring the sky down on him if she wanted.
She looked down at her hand, twisting her wedding ring with a finger.
“I’m staying with a friend tonight.”
Her wedding ring tinkled on the floor.
As she turned and walked away the word rang out like he was hoping his voice alone could rewrite his sins and bring her back:
“Wait!”
She didn’t stop, didn’t turn, didn’t make any indication she’d even heard him.
“Please…Please just wait.” These were soft.
He fell to his knees on the marble, scooping up her wedding ring and enclosing it in his fingers, holding it to his forehead, and trying not to bring the sky down upon himself.
He’d seen her angry. He’d seen her sad. But this? Seeing her break for him…was so much worse.
It reminded him too much of another time. Of a scar on her stomach. How she broke herself just to be his.
—(And he wondered, for a fleeting moment, if it would have been better if he had been the one to break.)—
“There you are!” Said a voice. “You can come see her now,”—a cleared throat— “your Majesty.”
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Notes: Aright, so this chapter had a few things I was unsure about I thought I’d ask about here!
1. Does anyone have any other clever play-on-words for candy brands? I feel like Zeus would know that she likes caramel in general, so it’d make more sense if Hades said “she likes [X similar candy] so she’d probably like Twyx.” But Twyx is all my brain came up with and I don’t even know that it’s all that good XD
2. I’m aware that the gods don’t call each other “people” they call each other “beings.” However, Hades’ lines don’t have as much impact with “beings.” Did the fact that I used “people” stick out too much? Should I change it to “beings”?
3. I know Ancient Greek wedding ceremonies are different from ours, and they might not even have wedding rings. But that image was so impactful for me I decided to use it. Should I remove it? Or did you find it impactful?
Please let me know if there’s anything you felt was inaccurate to their characters!!
Thanks so much for reading!! 💕💕
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How we get Magical Girls wrong too often.
Polygon‘s recent article titled “Wonder Egg Priority is reimagining Magical Girl empowerment“ has been getting exactly the kind of hate you’d expect. However, singling it out wouldn’t been right since it’s largely a fraction of the bigger picture.
The thing is (and I realize how much of a hipster this makes me sound like) far too many really don’t get Magical Girls. Anime fans like the article’s writer are the type who assume, “You seen one, you seem ‘em all.” You’ve seen Sailor Moon when you were little so clearly, you’ve got the genre pegged.
This branches into further issues when you get those who accuse Pretty Cure/Glitter Force of ripping off Sailor Moon despite being made by the same company, even Anime fans who’ve been in the game for some time. Yes, really.
And that’s not even getting into the Anti-Madoka Magica crowd who believe that the series tramples over Magical Girls and their empowering femininity. That one is it’s own can of worms, one that others have dissected in far better ways that I ever could be. Shout out to @silvermoon424 for having good meta on why Madoka is anything but that.
The hyper-dismissal of the genre stems from many biases with one being how a lot of Magical Girl series that are more for younger audiences like Pretty Cure are sadly the kind that don’t appear amongst the latest Seasonal Anime. Mainly because they’re not marketed towards this audience. A no-brainer but follow me on this.
Keeping up with Seasonal Anime is a tall order in and of itself. Each title runs the gambit of twelve to thirteen episodes or twenty-four to twenty-six episodes, often more than three at a time. Magical Girl Anime like Pretty Cure? Forty eight episodes on average. Four cours in one go.
That’s a pretty daunting investment alone. Will it start out good? If not, will it get better? Is it even for me period? When it’s mainly twelve episodes per season, that allows people to digest it smoothly. This sort of dividing points aren’t always apparent until you take the dive yourself.
This applies to other Magical Girl series geared towards kids. Tokyo Mew Mew, Wedding Peach, Mermaid Melody, they all push fifty episodes with the third pushing one hundred with a follow up sequel. So... few are incentivized to dive into all of that even for a rinky-dink article.
This is only compounded by the... image that Magical Girls give off. Now I get that some reading this will be compelled to respond with, “Hey, that’s not me,” or, “That’s not true.” However, it’s been my observation that some shy away from the likes of Pretty Cure and only know Sailor Moon through pop culture osmosis due to how... girly they are.
I’m not just talking about the cast being largely comprised by girls since that comes with the genre’s name. However, there’s also the bright and bubbly aesthetic designed with young girls in mind primarily. Much as we might’ve grown with My Little Pony having fans of all genders, there’s still something about that sort of thing that screams “vapid” to any older viewer.
This is not unlike with cartoons that do have more below the surface and garner acclaim for going beyond expectations such as Batman The Animated Series as well as Avatar: The Last Airbender among many others today. However, Magical Girls that are unapologetically feminine and engage in what many would deride as “girly” have a more steep gradient to rise above.
Now titles like Pretty Cure have the girls engage in fisticuffs as any fan will atest to. There’s damage taken like in your average Shonen Battle title. However, a few key visuals that show the cast all bright and cheerful might not rope in the crowd that likes a bit more substance in their Anime. While I know plenty who openly enjoy this, it can be hard to overcome these heavily ingrained stigmas.
This isn’t me trying to make excuses for blogs that have far more clout to them and, by proxy, more accountability to owe up to when peddling misinformation. However, I feel like it’s important to understand what leads to broad assumptions such as this. Why we’re quick to call something a subversion of something we’ve only have cursory glance at.
It’s rarely ever malice but it’s not harmless all the same.
#wonder egg priority#wonder egg#anime#manga#sailor moon#bishoujo senshi sailor moon#pretty guardian sailor moon#sailor moon eternal#bishoujo senshi sailor moon eternal#tokyo mew mew#wedding peach#pretty cure#precure#magical girls#mahou shojo#i rambled towards the end#i hope i went somewhere
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What Kind of Woman?
“What kind of woman am I going to be?”
That was never a question I asked myself, neither before, nor after, I realized I was trans. There was too much riding on the “Oh gosh, I wish I were a girl” thing, or the, “Jesus Christ, just pump me with hormones NOW” thing, to the point that the consideration of who I would become never really entered my head. The major reason I never questioned it is because I KNEW what I would look like and what I would wear (and for me, the whole of one’s character was involved in what one wears), and so why even stop to consider alternative? I mean, at least I THOUGHT I knew.
If you go back in time, back into little four year-old Chloe’s head, you’ll see a vivid picture of a kid getting obsessed with a certain type - namely, the Bad Girl, and, in particular, the bad girl who rocks a leather jacket and who could cut a man just by looking at him. This image was given to you by way of POWER RANGERS, and then by way of THE SECRET WORLD OF ALEX MACK, and then by way of the animated series BEETLEJUICE - all three include an episode in which a wonderful heroine gets somehow magically transformed into an alternate version of herself (or in the case of Alex Mack, an alternate bad version splits off from her gooey self and then traps the real one in a sewer). Also, all three rely very heavily on this alternate, “bad” version of each character to don a killer fit, accentuated (as almost always seems the case in this kind of rep, at least for the early nineties) by a leather jacket.
So, okay, you were very like INTO IT. But you were also like four. So what do you do? Well, you dream about it, aaaaand you want to talk about it but you can’t because this type of thing is literally labeled as “bad” (and, for a kid who lived her life with no intention of ever breaking the rules, something “bad” was inherently wrong, which meant you would NEVER EVER PARTAKE GOSH DARN IT!!!).
Over time (and by that I mean eleven years), you finally kiiiiind of talk to your sister about it (not about the gender thing, which hasn’t even truly shown up yet), and that gives you the courage to at least draw the things you want (tho not the courage to show said drawings to literally anyone else). And so you draw and draw. And you draw and you draw and you draw. Just…leather jackets and babes - that’s what you do. One day your mom finds your drawings. And like…the shame. The agony. THE HUMILIATION. In all honesty, the drawings weren’t even anything “bad.” They were just…unexpected, and the last thing you want people to know is that there are unexpected things to be learned about you, because that could clue them into… SOMETHING else.
Later in your teenage years you finally discreetly purchase your first leather jacket, and it’s pretty cool. Do you wear it outside the house? Nah, people could see you and TALK. You just wear it in your bedroom, constantly listening in to the other rooms in the house, forever being conscious of every other family member’s or roommate’s location in case they decided to rush the door (honestly what?). Eventually the guilt (oh yeah, there’s that whole “I believe in God, and he would NOT be happy with this” thing going on, too - that’s pretty important) drives you wild and you actually tear the jacket to shreds. And then the loss makes you so sad that you buy another! And then yadda yadda yadda, you eventually go to school and start wearing them all the time and it becomes your THING and people who you become friends with tell you that they were so intimidated by you at first because you looked so COOL and INTENSE (their words, not yours [well, kinda yours; you would definitely describe someone seeing you and not saying something to you as being because you looked COOL and INTENSE]) and then on and on and on and then HOLY SHIT WHAT YOU’RE TRANS??? AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME (YOU)!?!?!? ALL THESE YEARS!!!!! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
So like, it was already there, right? You were already DOING IT. What you could not have anticipated, though, was just how wrong you were about everything.
For starters, personality and personal aesthetic ARE NOT mutually exclusive. This has always been tough for me to reconcile (and even now still is), because it’s created in me an inability to see these Bad Girls as reasonably human. And so, despite my incredible interest in them, I’ve never really been able to write a character I could define as a badass, especially as a protagonist, because she actually lacks all humanity (like, how could someone who looks so cool have like REAL PEOPLE problems?).
I also recognize that my OWN personality and aesthetic don’t mesh in the way people might expect - sometimes it’s been simple things, like people assuming I’m not into girls (?????), or assuming that my music taste is something that it isn’t (the discussion I had with a former boss about how my favorite genres are rap and pop still sticks in my mind); other times, unfortunately, it’s put me in more dire, even scary, circumstances, like the guy who gave me his number and wouldn’t stop overtly sexualizing and fetishizing me while I was checking him out at my register, or the dude who propositioned me for sex in the back of his Uber.
While it’s always been a nice idea to gain a wild amount of confidence by being myself, the truth is that I’m a neurotic mess: I think too much about everything, over-analyzing this and that, whether it has to do with me or not; because of this, it’s hard for me to ever believe I’ve actually gotten to the place I wanted to be. Am I a babe who wears siccc fits like 100% of the time? Sure, but do I genuinely FEEL like it gets me to the mental state I desire? Oh, absolutely not! My overriding fears kind of still pedestal this idea of some kind of “Unattainable Cool,” and disallow me to ever achieve it.
It would definitely be better to rid myself of this idea at all - people are just…people! We all make mistakes, we all look dumb sometimes, we have our silly moments along with our serious ones; and so, trying to achieve something that is virtually impossible, and which, if achieved, would rid one of her humanity, isn’t even a goal worth having.
So what does this boil down to? Essentially, this expectation that I had of just becoming this cool girl with no thought put into it at all has kind of proven to me that these images I had of someone cool are NOT what actually makes someone cool. A lot of perceived coolness in this world is created as some kind of mystique to pique others’ interests. If I read as unapproachable, I am “cool,” but like being fun and friendly and goofy and caring and all that good shit somehow is NOT cool? NAAAAH, that’s fuckin bullshit. The coolest people I know are those who’ve been welcoming and approachable, and who were willing to be there and help myself or others when they could. There was no true mystique about them: that’s not what it was about! If a true “Bad Girl” person exists, she’s probably just a piece of shit, because living your life on mystique alone is nothing.
So what kind of woman have I become, then? Well, not this picture of the purest form of badassery I had ever seen, because that’s not something even worth attaining. Honestly, I was even wrong about the fact that I “knew” what I would look like. For a while, I thought I didn’t really have that awkward, early transition phase where you wear wild fits until you find something that really works for you, mainly because I thought I kinda showed up fully-formed; obvs, that was DEFINITELY not the case, but never could I have anticipated that I would 1) retire like all the clothing I bought at first within a year or two, 2) grow out of a lot of my clothing fairly quickly (those ‘mones, man!), 3) stop wearing jeans, and 4) start wearing skirts. This last one was the biggest, because it ended up taking my style from androgynous-butch to girly-cute/hot (depending on the skirt). But what does this style and fashion-sense say about me? Whelp, if there’s anything I’ve learned, it just shows that your style doesn’t dictate much of who you are - or at least, not with regard to a lot of the traits that really matter.
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any trivia or funfacts about Beatrice you'd like to share? Love her love you💛💜
- she’s Jewish (her dad is Jewish, her mother was baptised Catholic but considers herself agnostic, the family celebrates both sets of holidays) (side-note: @jewishsuperfam I have FINALLY found a way to mention this organically in the next chapter of WATJP and I am excited!!)
- she would sooner tell you she was Spanish than English (Spain wins because it’s sunnier and has better food)
- I have already confirmed this but she is based on Philippa Gordon from Anne of the Island
- she was raised on a diet of black and white movies, grew up idolising women like Ginger Rogers, Grace Kelly and Lauren Bacall, and has wanted to be famous/a performer since she was a little girl
- she is an exceptionally talented dancer and her ultimate goal is to be one of the dancing professionals on Strictly or Dancing with the Stars, though she also loves to act and sing
- she cannot keep her own secrets (much like me) or other people’s (thankfully, not like me). If she was an actress in a Marvel movie she would be the female Tom Holland
- she is well intentioned but has a very loose grip on boundaries (much like Euphemia), so often those good intentions manifest as schemes and generally cause mayhem (hellooooo, Bachelor!Beatrice)
- her mother would rather she took up a sensible occupation but her father has always been super supportive and encouraged her to follow her dreams as far as they can stretch, so she is 100% a daddy’s girl and grew up a wee bit pampered
- her younger sister Miriam (Mimi) is deaf, she and Beatrice are very close and text constantly (Mimi is always kept up to date with Jily gossip and is a total shipper thanks to Bea’s flair for dramatic storytelling)
- she gets on okay with her older brother Aaron provided she knows nothing about his dating life, because when he’s in a relationship he turns into a twattish person and she doesn’t approve of his actions, but she doesn’t consider it her place to interfere
- she pretends to be shallower/more superficial than she is because she can’t be bothered dealing with people who judge her for being a stereotypical "girly girl,” and that separates the wheat from the chaff pretty quickly, she is generally friendly and upbeat with everyone she meets but lets very few people know the real her
- she takes a deep and genuine pleasure out of seeing her loved ones succeed and be happy, perhaps more so than any other character I write, and she’s incapable of putting it out of her mind when someone she loves is going through a difficult time
- she would be the last person to judge anyone for a misdeed and forgives people who’ve wronged her quite easily, often to her own detriment
- she considers James more of a brother than her actual brother
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So all I want in this world is some movie/tv show where there is an established prissy lipstick lesbian couple. Don’t get me wrong I like the whole getting to know who you are thing where one of them realizes they are a lesbian but most of the time one of them is butch and that’s great and all but I need more. I want a lipstick lesbian couple who steals each other’s flowing dresses, who are a little shallow but will stab a bitch with her stilettos if they come after their love. I want this couple to just exist and not be the tokens or part of a larger lgbtq+ centric work, I want them to be in a dumb comedy thing with frat boys and and queers and a well rounded cast but it’s never really brought up. It’s like yes these are some insta models who’ve been married for 2 years but no one makes a big deal out of it except when the shenanigans of them buying an anniversary gift comes up and they both buy each other the same bejeweled makeup brush kit that they each own twelve of anyways. Just give me some girly,femme,ditzy,insta famous, lipstick lesbian couple damnit.
#lesbian#lipstick lesbian#lgbtqiia+#hey they can be trans lesbians for all I care I just want them to be the girliest girls they can be#I also wants some plane Jane awkward lesbians as well and yes maybe I’m projecting myself a bit on this one#movies#tv shows#Netflix#Hulu
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Hello Wren, I'm here because I need your help (in a way). So I'm a perfectly "normal" cis girl, I live in a great family and my parents never judge me. But I have a boyfriend, he's wonderful, very kind and good looking. He really likes to dress up as a woman (on a daily basis) but he's not transgender. And he has a lot of problems: his parents are really religious, he's often told he's just gay and he should stop being with me (that part uspets him a lot), and he gets insulted just because [1/2]
Of his apperance. I get really angry about that and often yell at whoever upsetted him. I wondered if you could provide us some advices concerning this. My boyfriend and I are very much in love and it kills me seeing him sad because of some random assholes. Thank you And I Hope you'll anwser. [2/2]
Hello, Anon! My apologies for the late response (I’ve been even more scattered than usual these days!)
I can offer peer advice, but I’m definitely not a professional, so if anything I say feels off to you or your boyfriend, just know that you don’t have to take my word as law or anything~!!! You can absolutely write off anything that doesn’t feel right to you! : O
Anyway, I’m totally with you two wrt how ppl are treating your boyfriend. I’m not trans either, but I like to dress up as a girl fairly often (for me, it’s because women’s clothing/makeup is just typically a lot more aesthetically appealing than men’s -- mens’ clothes and such can be very, very dull, unfortunately). Your boyfriend doesn’t need to have a reason for dressing the way he likes to dress (no one does!)
It sounds like you’re both confident in your relationship, and I wish that the ppl around you two understood that him wearing a certain type of clothing doesn’t say anything about his sexuality, gender, or relationships -- because it doesn’t! I actually suspect a lot of men, of all sexualities -- even the most intensely straight, cisgender man possible -- would wear women’s clothing and makeup and such, if it were considered socially acceptable. A lot of straight, cisgender women prefer men’s clothing, because it’s just to their taste. The reverse is true too, it’s just stigmatized so much more, and I wish your boyfriend didn’t have to deal with all that judgment from other ppl. It sounds like he’s experiencing a lot of misdirected bigotry.
My casual advice to him would be to just stay true to himself, and continue to do what makes him happy! He can also try to let ppl know that no, he’s not dressing this way because he’s gay, that he doesn’t have to leave you, that he is attracted to you and wants to be with you, and that, ultimately, clothing is just clothing. Though I’m guessing he’s already said things like this to some of the assholes who are picking him apart, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t listen. Despite that, it’s still good to confidently tell them that he knows who he is, and that they’re wrong. If some of these ppl do listen and internalize the message he’s trying to get across, that’s great!
As for the ppl who don’t -- it’s not his job to make them understand. They’ve got their own biases. They’ve decided (his family, and everyone who doesn’t listen), that their own prejudices are the truth, and they likely don’t want to listen. This probably scares them -- a lot of ppl are terrified when they’re forced to confront the truth that clothing + presentation doesn’t determine gender and/or sexuality. I suspect that a lot of cisgender and/or straight ppl like feeling as though, as long as they wear the clothes they’re “supposed” to wear, and do the things they’re “supposed” to do, that it means their gender is the “right” gender, and is unquestionable and solidified.
So, when they’re then faced with someone like your boyfriend, who is attracted to women, and who isn’t transgender, but still likes to wear traditionally feminine clothing -- it just shakes those ppl to their core. They’re used to believing things like “men are biologically wired to like blue, and trucks, and Man Things,” and “women are biologically wired to like pink, and dolls, and Woman Things,” but none of that stuff is true. It’s all socially constructed. (That, of course, doesn’t mean that it’s not okay for girls to be into girly things and guys to be into masculine things, but it’s not the rule, and it’s certainly not rooted in biology).
And when people are faced with their own internalized biases, and the silly gender beliefs they’ve held for a very long time are challenged like that (whether the person they perceive to be challenging these norms means to or not), they get scared, and feel insecure. Your boyfriend is on the receiving end of them acting out on their own insecurities. And that, ultimately, is their problem -- not his. He’s done nothing wrong.
And he doesn’t owe his family members anything, either. Just because they’d be more “comfortable” being able to slot him into the cliche of “effeminate gay man”, in order to avoid facing their insecurities about clothing and appearance wrt gender/sexuality, doesn’t mean that he has to do anything about it. If you want to be together, then you should be together. And you should both be able to dress and behave however you want, regardless!
The only thing I’d warn for is taking safety precautions! Some ppl will just assume he’s transgender or gay, and will try to harm him based on the assumption. If he’s in a physically safe space, then this shouldn’t be an issue, but if he feels like he’s going to be somewhere there could be violent ppl, or ppl he doesn’t know very well, he should be very careful as to how he presents himself -- again, not because he’s doing anything wrong, but because some ppl won’t just be assholes, they’ll be violent. And neither of you should ever have to be subjected to that violence.
Otherwise, I’d honestly just reassure him that he’s gorgeous, and kind, and wonderful -- that he looks great the way he likes to dress, and that it’s not his responsibility (nor possible, in many cases) to change the minds of ppl who’ve decided to be bigoted, insecure, and shallow. I know it can be difficult to write off the cruel things that ppl say, and that it has been getting to him, so I’ve linked a few resources below that can help with techniques as to how to ignore and/or cope with the things that bigots and bullies say. I think that self-care and being reminded of how awesome it is that he expresses himself despite society’s terrible, arbitrary “rules”, is healthy too!
Here are some of those resources (and I included a couple crisis chatlines at the very bottom, in case he’s ever in a situation where he just rly wants to talk to someone supportive right away, you know?)
https://medium.com/@duncanr/how-to-respond-to-bullies-4db037629510 (this one is focused on how to respond to bullies, and in many cases I think this has a good message for you and your boyfriend, but again, be careful when applying this advice to a potentially dangerous situation -- avoiding danger and calling for help is the most effective way to go, imo).
https://www.vice.com/en_in/article/59nz5z/how-to-deal-with-friends-family-who-are-racist-sexist-or-bigoted
https://www.psychologytoday.com/ca/blog/the-mysteries-love/201612/the-most-effective-way-put-end-verbal-abuse
https://www.verywellmind.com/identify-and-cope-with-emotional-abuse-4156673 (how to identify and cope with emotional abuse -- this can be applied to any relationship, including how your boyfriend’s family treats him, and how strangers treat him! Similar to the prior link!)
https://self-care-club.tumblr.com/post/139740925552/giant-self-help-masterpost (self care masterpost, full of nice things + sites and coping tactics for both you and your boyfriend’s general mental health -- for when you both need to take a step back and simply be kind to yourselves~!)
https://codedredalert.tumblr.com/post/109005732295/helpline-masterlist (crisis hotline masterpost)
https://www.7cups.com/ (free counselling, both phone and text chatlines available!)
Oof~! So, I know that was a long, long response (my apologies for being so wordy), but I hope some of what was said and linked here is helpful to both you and your boyfriend, and that your situations improve soon~
#advice asks#bullying#bigotry#family#relationships#sexuality#gender#resources#mental health#self care#ask to tag#Anonymous
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