#i shouldn’t stereotype but fucking paul

[xxcherrycherixx]

Its been 2 hours no reply from the landlord, come on paul!!! Answer my message paul im fucking going to go homeless again paul!

[web-novel-recs]

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Thoughts, Chapters 101-150

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“–She isn’t the person I remember. I knew it. Still, I wanted to believe for a moment that the woman in my memories was still alive. I wanted to be with her again.”  - Yoo Joonghyuk about Lee Seolhwa, Chapter 82

(1)

The establishment of Yoo Joonghyuk’s belief in his companions (41st regression Shin Yoosung) and difficulty ignoring the past rounds. Yoo Joonghyuk feels tired as a character, and I think questioning whether he will actually improve if he regresses enough connects with going through the motions and giving up too soon. 

It’s also shown how quickly he trusts those he shouldn’t - Lee Seolhwa and Disaster Shin Yoosung - due to his past regressions. He isn’t seeing things as they are now, which almost killed him, and regression isn’t always useful. 

(2)

The way ORV has set up the invasion of privacy - selling one’s story like how Lee Sookyung sold her/Kim Dokja’s story - as almost an act of violence or a betrayal. I think it was a brilliant decision to reveal this part right before the Peace Land arc, especially how we see the desperation of the constellation from a small planet as not only desperation but being rebuked by Kim Dokja for the monetization of people’s lives, if only for 10 coins. It also ties in to how Asuka Ren’s story was used as an act of violence itself, going directly against her own ideas of Peace Land. 

(3)

Speaking of…The Peace Land arc!!! Kyrgios Rodgaim is a fascinating character that I want to study under a microscope, but ORV managed to really show how ordinary people & victims become the victimizers. A lot of drama revolving around “having to make a hard decision” usually involves someone important to the person making the decision, but the people of Peace Land are complete strangers! They’re literally small and insignificant, and it would be pitifully easy to defeat them. The constellation from a small planet themself can only donate a measly 10 coins compared to the 200,000 coin compensation for [Main Scenario #6 - Abandoned World]. They have no emotional connection to the main characters. There isn’t a character or plotline highlighted to show their humanity: it’s just immediately assumed. 

It would be so easy for a lesser story to show the main character’s brutality or self-righteousness when they first appear, but Kim Dokja’s narration focuses on the people of Peace Land themselves. Chapter 121 focuses on the lives of the people of Peace Land and the brutality of the Japanese incarnations almost equally, and we see how a small person managing to inflict the smallest wound on one of the Japanese incarnations brings hope, only to be crushed by the dokkaebi Ganul almost immediately. And it’s not just Ganul being a villain - the constellations themselves are enjoying and encouraging the bloodshed. Ganul is simply giving them a story they want, similarly to how Paul forcibly turned the 41st regression Shin Yoosung “evil” to continue the scenario.

(4)

I do appreciate the instant willingness to kill a colonizer, btw. Zero justification needed; it very much felt like a “while we’re on the way to kill the snake” type thing, and I think we need more of that. I don’t even agree with punitive justice, but some stories are way to comfortable focusing on oppressors over the oppressed, and I respect ORV for not fucking with that

(5)

Han Sooyoung practically getting stereotypically isekaied to Peace Land via getting hit by a bus & Gong Pildu falling into a river. Convenient? Yes, probably. Funny? Most definitely.

(6)

Kim Dokja genuinely apologizing to Gong Pildu. It’s a small thing, but I’m personally just not a fan of stories that almost seem to justify treating certain people like shit just because they’re ALSO terrible people (which. I mean. ORV isn’t free of this sin so far, but it isn’t as bad as other similar action/genre stories I’ve read 💀 & I think it actually feeds into Kim Dokja’s characterization) 

(7)

The way the Salvation Church preached itself as “freedom from the scenarios” via the same ideas of power & “salvation” as the scenarios/constellations (stories & living in the “now”). 

(8)

Aughhh…. The way Kim Dokja being the strongest incarnation isn’t even a consideration for the rest of the cast despite being the truth… him going to Han Sooyoung of all people to kill him…

Neutral

Nirvana in general was a pretty interesting character that I want to know more about, especially with the way they were compared with Kim Dokja. I think so far the swallowing of Nirvana, albeit abrupt, makes sense narratively with Kim Dokja’s own suicidal self-loathing regarding himself, but I do want to see more of Nirvana as a symbol of Kim  Dokja’s own desire to live within his desire to die. Getting real sick of Kim Dokja killing off people who remind him of himself- I’m trying to learn about you, boy /joking

Dislikes

Rebirthing the 41st regression Shin Yoosung as a dokkaebi. 

I know others have brought it up, but I hated the way Jung Heewon being forced to relive her trauma was framed almost solely as a method of “awakening” Lee Hyunsung. Lee Hyunsung’s awakening itself was very interesting and compelling by itself - the line about reaching another heart originally being difficult (Chapter 139) & Kim Dokja offering to carry part of LHS’s burden - but it was undercut by the complete lack of agency or emotional connection with Jung Heewon. He didn’t reach her “heart” as much as just give her a hug under extremely non-optimal conditions 

The weird Iris (from Russia) hate with no explanation… I don’t think it’s necessarily out-of-character, but why… let her be a brat… what does KDJ have against mean children…

[thejudgingtrash]

I felt bored so here you have some Pjo hot takes/unpopular opinions from my drafts because why not shake up more stuff.

Thalia got nerfed, Bianca got nerfed, the hunters are the cheapest dumping grounds for female characters

Leo should have been ace. Throw Calypso away

Frank, Leo and either Jason or Piper should have died in the Heroes of Olympus series and stayed dead

Fanon makes up 80% of Percabeth related relationship things

Aside from that Percabeth is the only solid couple in this messy universe so we have to stan

I can’t say this enough but Hera isn’t as bad as you people think

The HOO characters (especially Frank, Hazel and Piper) are overpowered and still underdeveloped in that sense. There’s no good execution of their rise in the power development

Percy merely sneezing still puts everyone into their places. Curse or no curse

Also you basically needed everyone and their mother to defeat Kronos and Hyperion in the Last Olympian but essentially have Leo and Piper burping into Gaia‘s face which makes her fall asleep again??? Whet

Also new blood gang has no personality

Annabeth Chase is a motherfucking asshole, accept that

Annabeth Chase is a motherfucking sweetheart, accept that

Luke is right and I’m erasing that Last Olympian sequence with Annabeth completely from my head because no Riordan what in the fuck

Percy is an impulsive asshole

Percy is an unreliable and manipulative narrator

Also he’s fucking intelligent

Stop projecting your sorry asses onto Annabeth. Grow your own personality

Nico was fucking annoying and grew more annoying and but you could at least understand his motives. Also fanon Nico should die

Jason Grace has as much of a personality as a tube of mayo

Paul shouldn’t exist

Estelle shouldn’t exist

Apollo isn’t childish because of his narration, he is childish because he’s on part III the remix on this planet as a mortal and didn’t change one bit

Aka Apollo won’t change I don’t care about the arc that Riordan will set up in the Tower of Nero

Dark! Annabeth kicks dark! Percy’s fucking ass

The fics on ao3 aren’t even remotely better than the stuff on wattpad, FFN or on tumblr, stop being pretentious

Afro-Latino Percy is a solid headcanon that you guys constantly fuck up

Riordan shipping everyone and their mothers together will be his downfall

Sally Jackson is the strongest character

A lot of people in the fandom lack basic reading skills

Zeus‘ pull out game is too weak

The Seven don’t exist as they are Nine. Fucking acknowledge that

The Nine aren’t friends, they are acquaintances at best (subgroups that are more solid do exist tho)

As stereotypical as movie Grover was, movie Grover > book Grover

Percy and Annabeth radiate the most spiceless awkward virgin energy, throw your sex god headcanons out the window

The movies work as movies, they just are shitty adaptations learn the difference

Chiron snorts some mean coke 24/7 that’s why he’s disappearing all the time and an unhelpful fuck

Most fanfics are a 1000x better than canon which is a tragedy because a good chunk of them are also terrible

TOA Jason & Piper > HOO Jason & Piper

Reyna is a free range lesbian. The hunters? We don’t know them

The hunters don’t strip down people’s sexuality, and turn them ace, I don’t care what Riordan says. He’s inconsistent with them on so many levels. Also male hunters were a thing in the actual myths

The amount of people that have no problem with sexualizing all of the characters (who are minors) make me wanna

Your Blood of Olympus copy is the softest toilet paper, I swear

Solangelo is trash (neat idea, wacky execution). Gay Nico is clearly an afterthought

Disney will fuck up the new adaptations

The gods in the entire Riordanverse are fucking jokes and will remain assholes

PJO >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> TOA > HOO and that’s the law

Riordan never should’ve branched out with continuations of PJO

[ghoul-lover9000]

The Lost Boys w/ a soft, kind s/o pt. 2

This could be applied to anyone they are dating, but I’m just putting it here. Once they tell you they’re vampires, they want to feed from you because it’s intimate and it shows that you trust them. They all have specific ways that they drink your blood. David is rough and likes to leave marks. Because he’s dramatic and loves to feed into vampire stereotypes, he draws from your neck, but he’s careful not to hurt any of the vital interior. Dwayne tries to maintain as much as eye contact as possible so he draws from the wrist. He’s the one most worried that he’s gonna draw too much, so he only feeds from you on special occasions, like a fine wine. Also, the rarity of these “sessions” with him adds to the intimacy. Marko draws from your thigh because he’s afraid of hurting anything vital. He uses his tongue to collect the blood, so it tickles a lot and you can’t help but break the tension by laughing. Paul draws from your shoulder and he’s the most careful because he knows he’s hyper and he’s afraid of moving too much and hurting you more than necessary. He acts like you’re very fragile because you’re a human. 

You see them on the boardwalk together a lot because that’s where they spend 90% of their time awake. They keep an eye on you because you tend to wander and they know that there are undesirable people in Santa Carla that could end up hurting you. Marko and Paul aren’t really concerned; it’s David and Dwayne that keep you near them. Who knows! There could be a vampire that doesn’t already know about your relationship with four of the most notorious vamps in the town of Santa Carla that’s looking for a sweet snack. 

If you see something that you like they will 100% steal it for you. You don’t think they’ll find a way to steal that 5-foot stuffed bear for you? You’re fooling yourself! They did it in five minutes! 

You like to go with Marko on food runs (like Chinese food). Mainly because you like to fool around and have some alone time with him. Partly to make sure that he doesn’t just get Chinese for the third time in a row. 

Every time it’s cold outside, you’re wearing two jackets even if Dwayne has nothing on his torso the whole night because he gave fully clothed you his jacket, even if all Paul is wearing on top is a mesh top because of this, and so on and so forth. Also, if you can see your breath and you breath out to feel like a dragon, they die over that shit, they just want to hug you, you’re fucking precious to them. (And Marko joins in…)

They let you paint their nails. Marko and Paul like it because they live for having your attention and focus on them for a solid ten minutes (fifteen, if you paint their toe nails). Dwayne is indifferent, but he can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the gentle way you blow on his hand to dry the paint. David tries to act like he’s too tough for it, “i’m a prince of darkness, a killer.” “I can do a skull in crossbones.” “Okay, just my thumb tho”

They’re not organized enough to have a designated corner in the cave for your stuff so your soft aesthetic is seen a lot throughout their living space. Like that collection of wildflowers that you picked because you thought they were pretty is right next to their stash of alcohol and vampire blood. 

They would never under any circumstances bring you on a hunt. They don’t want to give you anymore reasons to make you think of them as monsters. 

When you’re still human and you’re spending the day sleeping in the cave waiting to hang out with them at night, you hate how isolated the rest of the cave feels without them, so you plug up your nose and take a bunch of blankets and pillows into their sleeping cave to feel closer to them. “Hey, guys?” David: *half-asleep* What!? “Can I sleep in here with you guys? It feels weird to sleep alone anywhere else.” Paul: Aw, babe. Of course. (Like these boys’ hearts go crazy when you march into their sleeping cave, decked out in three blankets and carrying four pillows. 

When they turn you, you have to get used to all of the changes and they’re here to talk you through it every step of the way. Paul tries to give you a whole talk that goes something like this: “Okay, honey, your body’s gonna go through some changes, but that’s fine because that’s a natural part of your death and you shouldn’t be scared if you wake up and your feet look like a rat’s. It’s perfectly natural.” Dwayne tries to teach you to fly and you hurt yourself a few times because you didn’t know how to stop, but he takes care of you and carries you back to the cave bridal style. “*sighs* My hero!” Dwayne just smiles because he likes the sound of that. David wants to show you how to play mind tricks on people, but you’re not interested because “David, that’s not my style. Invading people’s mind is rude.” David: You got turned into an immortal bloodsucking beast and you still worry about what humans think is rude? Marko makes sure that you don’t stay up too late because you’re not used to the whole any sunlight at all could burn you to ash thing. He makes sure you drink enough blood so you don’t get deficient. 

There is absolutely a mini fridge in the cave specifically for your blood bags from the blood bank. You get pretty protective of it and you know when someone’s been dipping into your blood supply. 

While you’re still getting used to being a vampire, one thing that gets to you is that you can’t see yourself in the mirror and you’re worried about how you look so you ask the boys and these are their general answers: David: You’re hot as hell, sweetheart. Why even ask? Dwayne: *stares at you and smiles sincerely* Beautiful. Paul: Absolutely fucking gorgeous. A snack if you will. Are you the sun because you set my heart on fire? Has anyone told you that you have the prettiest eyes? (This man goes on a fucking tangent, oh my god) Marko: You’re perfect, babe. “Really?” Yes. Look, I’m your mirror now and I say you’re too cute. 

Also, you’re sad that dogs don’t like you anymore. That’s the saddest thing about becoming a vamp, but cats still like you, so you start feeding stray cats and now, when you all go out, stray cats come up to you a lot.

You don’t think you’re all that special, but the boys will beg to differ. You’re one of the sweetest and most interesting people they’ve met and they want you to know it.  

[letbenfuck2021]

Did someone actually blame the Atlanta shootings on porn? Are you fucking kidding me? That person is either an idiot or a bigoted idiot.

I’m gonna go with the second one tbh.

And I’ll be real. I’m ANGRY. That message was not the only one that anon sent but I can’t stomach posting and responding to the others. But here’s the thing, a man, a white man felt that these women were disposable because he assumed they were sex workers and because they were Asian. He saw those day spas (I find the media referring to them as “massage parlors” as playing into the same harmful stereotypes that added to this whole mess) as something that he owned, something he was entitled to even if he felt he shouldn’t be using them and so he decided that because he owned them, then he had the right to destroy them.

There is NO DOUBT in my mind that the porn industry perpetuates the sexualization of Asian women. I have never believed that the porn industry is a perfect industry (being a socialist I don’t really think any industry is perfect lol and is instead inherently flawed) that does not harm people. BUT DEMEANING AND DEVALUING SEX WORKERS AND PEOPLE INVOLVED IN THE SEX INDUSTRY DOES NOT REDUCE THAT HARM AND INSTEAD WILL PROBABLY BE VERY VALIDATING TO MEN LIKE THE TERRORIST WHO ATTACKED THESE WOMEN IN ATLANTA.

You can be repulsed by what goes on in the sex and porn industry. But if that’s where your “activism” spawns from, from repulsion and disgust then I think you need to take a sideline position. And I mean that. Donate, take a passive role, keep a distance for your health and the safety of others (idk if you’ve ever been around ppl who find your work, your main source of income disgusting but it is not exactly a nice experience). If your work comes out of a desire to absolve YOUR guilt, YOUR disgust, and YOUR repulsion then I think you need to ask why your activism is so focused on YOU.

In the wake of the horrible act of terrorism that occurred in Atlanta against those 8 people (here are the names that I could find: Delaina Ashley Yaun, Xiaojie Tan, Daoyou Feng, Paul Andre Michels), please consider delving into compassion and sympathy. Make sure the activism you engage in is at least equally motivated by your compassion and love and sympathy for those who were lost ESPECIALLY if you’re not a woman or not Asian. DON’T make these people into tools. DON’T turn them into allegories. Say their names out loud and remember this loss.

[longsightmyth]

Basically this whole thing seems like someone is mad they cast a black woman as Chani. I've already seen comments that Momoa doesn't convey the right 'intelligence in his face' to be Duncan Idaho.

So cards on the table: Dune is an extremely racist sexist white narrative that leans HEAVY into racist desert culture stereotypes for the Fremen (while still keeping them white).

The movie tried to make the series a little bit less white. We'll see how it does on the sexism front. You can't erase what wasn't there in the first place, and it makes it sound like Herbert deserves credit that he most certainly does not to say so.

Do I think they didn't go far enough? OBVIOUSLY. For fuck's sake, they kept Paul white to go be a savior (shouldn't be surprised with how everybody is about Dany but I digress). But you can't erase what was never there in the first place.

Honestly I hope they rewrite basically everything.

...Boy I really do not like Dune.

[starseeker95]

I get really mad at people in the fandom insisting that Paul is a girl, the wife or girlfriend. They've been called out too and they just act like a scumbag about it like haha I can do what I want! I just want to say 'fuck off you're a sexist homophobe, gay relationships arent made up of a man and a man acting like an outdated stereotype of a woman.'

It’s a choice that they make. Some people don’t want to be reasoned with. Trying to convince someone that the stereotypical relationship norms don’t apply to everyone is a losing battle I’ve found.

For instance... look at John and Yoko’s relationship. She handled the finances and he handled the domestic aspects of their home life. It was a complete role reversal of the established stereotypical gender norms.

The point is that not all relationships follow the same pattern. Which means that no one should try and do that with the Lennon-McCartney relationship. It isn’t fair and it’s damaging to Paul. It shouldn’t be damaging (because there is nothing wrong with being feminine or playing the feminine role in a relationship), but giving him that label has been used to downplay his work.

[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through V

Chapter: 5/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Despite what John had suggested, Ringo didn't go back to The Helter Skelter the following week; he'd considered it when John sent him yet another late night text but ultimately decided it wasn't the best idea. Spike had been playing on his mind daily and Ringo wasn't sure he was prepared to face him again. Instead he focused on his drumming and searched for a few more students to teach, which were fairly easy to find. Usually Ringo enjoyed his time off, he understood he was lucky that he didn't have to work a 9-5 job just to get by, but recently he wanted his fill his time up as much as possible, to distract himself.

One of his new students seemed incredibly interested in him, they'd spent an hour just chatting in his living room before they'd even moved over to the drum kit. Ringo wasn't too fussed, he was getting paid by the hour so wasting time was beneficial to him but he didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression. He was a little bit older and attractive enough but Ringo simply wasn't interested.

"Why didn't you just go for it?" John had asked him when they next met up.

"I dunno..." Ringo mumbled, but a part of him knew very well.

He'd given the guy another lesson since then and it became clear that the guy's interest in him wasn't going away any time soon. Ringo felt bad about the whole thing, wasn't he just doing exactly what Spike was doing to him? He tried to act as professional as possible the second time around in attempt to get the guy to back off, considering he hadn't heard from him since he was hoping it had worked. What was wrong with him? Was he really going to make himself suffer like this all because of one guy? And not just any guy, a stripper who had shown absolutely no interest in him at all. It was ridiculous, he kept telling himself, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he had to get over Spike, he would still think about him every day without fail. Trying to distract himself with clients had been working somewhat, but it had been difficult, especially when his best friend was John Lennon.

       youre gonna love me

The text came through when Ringo was sat in a café getting some lunch. He'd finished with one of his younger students, a sweet girl who's parents had tried to convince her to try a more 'ladylike' instrument but she had promised only to give up the drums if she was awful; much to her delight, and Ringo's for being able to prove the stereotypical parents wrong, she was pretty good. Seeing her always put Ringo in a good mood, the parents mostly stayed away partly due to the noise but mostly due to disappointment, which meant they could joke around together. Ringo could tell she admired him and he welcomed it gladly, one of the best things about teaching was inspiring others, at least for him it was.

        do i not already?

        well yes         but youre gonna love me EVEN more

        what have you done

        well i happened to stop by the club last night

        oh god what did you do

        wow is that how little you trust me

        can you blame me

        suppose not         ANYWAY i got talking to paulie

        surprise surprise

        do you want the good news or not???

        fine fine sorry

        AS I WAS SAYING i was talking to paulie         and he told me that your special little someone has an onlyfans account

        first of all fuck you for calling him that         second of all wtf is onlyfans

        oh sorry i didnt realise you werent living in the 21st century

        ......         care to grace me with your knowledge?

        basically its a website where you can post exclusive stuff for ONLY FANS to see         its not a porn site or anything but its basically where people sell their nudes         MEANING spike has an account so you can totally see loads of raunchy filthy perverted pics of him

        but i have to pay?

        well weve all gotta make a living

        i can basically see him naked for free

        but this way you wont get all freaked out and embarrassed         well you will but nobody will know at least         so do you want the link or not???

Ringo paused for a few moments, he was gripping his phone tightly in both of his hands as he unblinkingly looked at John's words. If his mind was going to decide to make him suffer by enabling his intense interest in Spike, he may as well get something out of it.

        fine

        where are your manners richard??

        can i please have the link to the strippers nude photos please john please

        alright calm down         let me know if its worth while i might have a look

        idk if im even gonna look at it         paying for porn is a little dated

        treat yourself ringo         id offer to pay but im broke

        if youre broke why were you at the strip club last night?

        well SOMEONE had to go

        they really didnt

        im supporting my local economy

        i dont think thats how that works

        sure it is         anyway here you go

Ringo stared at the link for a while, his eyes even began to blur, he didn't want to risk opening it in public even though he knew there was little chance of anyone seeing. He finished his lunch in a hurry and headed home quickly, only when he was in the privacy of his bedroom did he dare open it. First he had to make an account, when he saw the screen loading up asking for an email address and password he just turned his screen off and put the phone down. This was far too much effort for something he shouldn't really have been doing in the first place. But it only took a few minutes for him to pick the phone back up and begin signing up, he used an old email as it felt less seedy that way and he didn't want to risk his name cropping up anywhere for Spike to see. Now he could load up the link properly and take a proper look at Spike's profile.

Just looking at the small profile picture was enough to startle Ringo a little, the dark eyes looking into the camera with that unreadable glimmer behind them. He was shirtless in the picture, Ringo wondered why that didn't catch his attention first, with the frame cutting off just before it showed anything too explicit. The header was a photo taken from the club, showing him in tight, leather pants and tassels on his nipples which matched the whip he held in his hand. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd spent so much time and effort trying not to think about this man, attempting to keep him out of his mind as much as possible. Ringo knew that if he went through with this all that progress would be lost, he'd be giving in to whatever strange obsession he'd developed for Spike, one that no doubt wasn't going to lead to anything good.

Ringo kept staring at the screen as though it was going to tell him what he should do. Spike's profile had no description, which wasn't very surprising, and it dashed any hope Ringo had of discovering something new about him. Right before he was about to put his phone down again, it vibrated.

        howd the wank go??

        john i dont care how long weve been friends asking how my wank was will always be weird

        youre right sorry         so how did it go???

        if you must know         i havent had a wank         i havent even paid for entry

        now whos the one being inappropriate??

        ha ha

        why havent you???

        feels weird

        oh i see         youll consume a bunch of unethical porn for free but god forbid you actually give sex workers any actual money

        you are the last person who can lecture me about unethical porn

        hey now watch yourself         ringo if you dont get a subscription I WILL

        go ahead

        and ill tell you every day what sexy sexy pictures hes posting         ill tell you EVERY SINGLE TIME i have a wank over them

        every time? i dont think youve got enough data for that

        im not joking

        neither am i         you wank A LOT

        ringooooo just buy it i swear to god         if its not worth it or you regret it or whatever ill give you the money back

        on top of the money you already owe me?

        have you always been such a capitalist

        youre not doing a very good job of convincing me

        fine         spikes cock         now are you convinced???

        maybe

        naked pictures of spike whenever and wherever you want them all for the low low price of 10 quid a month         convinced??

        fine fine         if itll shut you up

        im starting to think thats code for 'i really wanna do this but im too embarrassed to admit it'

        i hate you

        now that DEFINITELY code for 'john youre right'         anyway theres no time to be telling me how right i am all the time youve got dick pics to look at         even i wont stand in the way of a good wank         so dont bother replying to me until youve paid for that subscription young man

        im older than you

        DONT BOTHER REPLYING

Ringo let out a sigh and rested his head against the bedroom wall from where he was laying on the bed. He opened up the link again and his thumb hovered over the subscription button, why couldn't he just do it? The money wasn't an issue, it could've cost half as much or be double the price and he'd still be debating it all the same. Somehow it felt like an invasion of privacy, after all Spike hadn't told Ringo about it himself, but then again that didn't necessarily mean he didn't want Ringo to see it. After all it was like John said: everyone has to make a living somehow. Sometimes Ringo wished he could turn off that part of his brain that was so empathetic, so concerned about how everyone felt and what they were thinking. He knew that he wanted this, so why wasn't he allowing himself to have it? Ringo could see that he was being ridiculous, as he was with almost anything involving Spike, and after lying there for a while pondering and debating he decided to flip a coin. Heads would mean he got the subscription, tails that he didn't. He watched the coin spinning through the air after he flicked it upwards, then snatched it and slammed it down onto his forearm before slowly moving his hand away: it was tails. What a relief. Ringo chuckled to himself for being so foolish, settling down into his bed; it was still only around midday but he didn't have anywhere he needed to be.

So why didn't he feel relieved in the slightest?

This whole thing was getting tiring, the constant debate between what he believed he should do and what he wanted to do, and it seemed like it wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. Apparently he was in this for the long run, whatever that meant, but if he was going to turn down relatively attractive guys practically throwing themselves at him, he may as well go all the way. While he was putting in his credit card information, he stopped to think around three of four times, but once he'd finished and the images became accessible to him, his brain was barely able to conjure up a coherent sentence.

"Jesus..." Ringo breathed out as his eyes flicked across the plethora of pictures loading up on his screen.

There was a lot of them, and a lot of Spike was on display. Most of them were pictures taken at the club, either from a professional photographer in the audience or photos he'd taken himself in the mirrors backstage - Ringo could even see glimpses of Paul in the background of some of them. The ones that caught Ringo's eyes the most were those that seemed to be taken in his house, these also happened to be the ones in which Spike tended to be fully naked. It was very different experience to see him like this: a static image that he'd intentionally taken of himself and posted for so many people to see, an image that couldn't look back at Ringo and make him feel that strange mixture of excitement and shame. He began scrolling down the feed which only revealed more and more enticing photos. Ringo began to feel himself hardening, he suspected it had been happening for a while now but he'd been far too distracted to notice. He felt like a teenager discovering porn for the first time, it was difficult to remind himself that this wasn't anything new. Seeing Spike naked shouldn't have excited him so much, and yet it did.

One picture in particular drew Ringo's attention: Spike was stood in front of a bathroom mirror with a loose black tie lying against his bare chest, one hand was holding a phone and the other gripping his cock. He had dark eye make up on and his hair was messy. Ringo wasn't sure exactly what it was about this photo that was so enticing but he couldn't take his eyes off it. The prominence of his collarbones, the faint curls of his dark hair, how his slim fingers wrapped around himself. Slowly Ringo slid his own hand under the waistband of his boxers as he stared at the picture. At first he hesitated, his fingers stopped right above the base. It's not like this would've been the first time he'd touched himself while thinking about Spike, it would've been far from the last he imagined, but this was different. It was more concrete, more of an admission. Nothing felt quite as real when it's only being imagined, the haziness of lust fuzzing up the mind as it so often did, but now with a very real photo of Spike in front of him - which he'd paid to see - the feeling was far more tangible, far harder to ignore.

He'd come this far, he told himself as his hand sunk lower until his fingers were running along the length of his semi-hard cock, he may as well go all the way. To begin with Ringo stayed looking at this single picture as he slowly pumped himself, but as his lust began to grow he perused through more and more pictures: Spike kneeling naked in front of a mirror with a loose cigarette hanging from his lips, lying in the bath with bubbles only just about covering his nakedness, spread out on the bed with a gag in his mouth, handcuffs forcing his slim arms behind his back with his cock throbbing. None of this was anything Ringo hadn't seen before, like most people in this day and age he'd searched through the darker corners of the internet - sometimes willingly, sometimes John was to blame - but to see Spike in such a way was like an entirely new rush. Each picture drove Ringo further and further on, at times he almost dropped his phone with how sloppy his movements were becoming. Who took these photos? Ringo figured it was best not to think about it, the possibility that Spike had a boyfriend who took all these pictures of him would've been the quickest way to kill his erection.

Ringo began moaning and cursing wantonly as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, he had to stop flicking through the pictures because he could hardly concentrate on what his other hand was doing, so he settled on a final one to help him finish; it wasn't particularly strategic but he was definitely grateful that he selected the one that he did. In it Spike was looking directly into the camera, allowing Ringo to gaze longingly into the rich brown of his eyes and how his dark lashes curled beautifully around them. He was shirtless with nothing but a necklace on, the same necklace that Ringo had seen him wearing in the record store and Ringo couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction that he'd seen it with his own eyes, as though it meant something. Deep down he knew that it didn't but his inebriated mind was latching onto it. The nudity in the photo was hardly interesting Ringo by this point, although it would be wrong to say that he completely ignored the flatness of his stomach or the faint shadows of his ribs beneath his pale skin, it was the personal aspect which truly affected him.

This wasn't just lust. Lust Ringo could understand, he could compartmentalise it and give into it without much shame or a second thought. If this was just lust, he would've bought the subscription without a care and touched himself looking at the nakedness of Spike's body as though it meant nothing more than a way to get off. Yet here he was on the brink of orgasm looking into another man's eyes, eyes that felt like they were looking straight back at him as though they were sharing this moment together. It wasn't hard to imagine Spike's hand in place of his own, those deep eyes watching Ringo come undone piece by piece. Ringo's hip began to stutter, his leg twitching a little as he had to drop the phone down onto his lap as his head fell back against his pillow as his orgasm approached. It wasn't the image of Spike's naked body that filled Ringo's mind as he came, it wasn't his arse or his cock or even his chest, it was his face, his voice, it was him.

Ringo lay breathless on his bed for a while, the clarity that arrived as his orgasm subsided wasn't welcome in the slightest and he was reluctant to pick his phone back up to see Spike's eyes looking at him once again. There was no use in feeling ashamed about it, no point in trying to deny it any longer: his feelings for Spike were more than a mere passing fancy, that was clear. Exactly what he was meant to do about these feelings was far from clear but that wasn't something Ringo could figure out right now with cum on his stomach and the daylight seeping through his bedroom curtains.

When he'd picked up his phone he'd closed all the apps immediately, doing his best not to catch a glimpse of what he'd been so eagerly looking at before. Just as he was about to step into the shower to clean himself off, his phone buzzed; he almost couldn't hear it over the music he was blasting out. It alerted him for a moment as though it was going to be a message from Spike stating he knew exactly what Ringo had just done - it wouldn't have really surprised him had that been the case, Spike's face almost always looked like he knew something that nobody else did - but fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it was John.

        sooo how did the wank go

         who knows          but on a totally unrelated note im about to get into the shower

         well before you do that i have even more good news 

         can it not wait?

         NO because you might cum just at the thought of it and then youd be wasting a good shower

         well arent you considerate          and unnecessarily graphic

         thats me          anyway im taking you to the club next tuesday whether you like it or not

         im still waiting for the good news

         well if youd let me FINISH          next week theyre doing a special event and we just have to go          youll never guess what it is

         what is it?

         guess

         you just said ill never guess

         youre no fun

         WHAT IS IT

         alright alright keep your hair on          its a crossdressing event          high heels make up probably a few wigs all that good stuff

         im still waiting for the good news

         OH COME ON youre telling me you dont want to see spike in heels and fishnets with some lovely lipstick on

Ringo gulped. It wasn't a difficult image to conjure up his mind, considering he'd been staring at photos of Spike for the past twenty minutes and it excited him to say the least. He did want to see that, very much indeed.

[tessatechaitea]

The Invisibles #2

This cover isn't as catchy as the pop hand grenade.

It's probably appropriate that I'm reading a comic book about a rebellious group throwing as many wrenches as they can into the machinery of the status quo right now. Also I would have said spanners instead of wrenches but I don't want to confuse the people who don't watch thousands of hours of British panel shows on YouTube. For no one particular reason but maybe a whole lot of them, I have an anecdote about the Santa Clara police. I've already told the story in my review of Batgirl #10 from July 2012 but I'll reprint it exactly as I did then because it's pertinent to understanding that cops are violent jerks. "About fifteen years ago [twenty-three years ago now!], my friends Paul and Tony were coming home from a club. As Paul was dropping Tony off at his house, they noticed some kids breaking into Tony's car. Tony called the police and Paul gave chase tackling one of the kids. They were probably around fourteen or fifteen. Paul didn't do anything but hold the kid until the cops showed up. When the police did show, they told Paul that they'll take the kid in but guaranteed almost nothing would come of this. They even suggested that if Paul had roughed him up a bit, it might not have been so bad. So yeah, Batgirl. You're doing the work the police would love to do but can't because they'd lose their jobs. Rough up the car thieves, put them in the hospital, and they might decide crime has too high a price to pay. I'm not saying I agree with the violence that the cops are willing to overlook. But I am saying you're a tool of the system." When I told it back in 2012, I got one small detail wrong: the hilarious assumption that the cops would lose their jobs if they did the violence themselves. Oh, I was so naive eight years ago! I mean, I still knew it was bullshit that the cops were suggesting one citizen do violence to another one! And I was also pretty facetious in my take because I was speaking directly to Batgirl for some reason! But I was encouraging her not to be violent like the cops! Don't do their immoral dirty work for them and also probably for that bastard Batman! Imagine that the job description most commonly associated with your job is "to serve and protect" and you think it's okay to tell an adult male to beat up some kids? Just fucking imagine what kind of an asshole you'd have to be. Now imagine that you weren't the only asshole; everybody you worked with felt the same way. Or, at the extremely very least, felt like they couldn't reprimand you or disagree with your methods because it would be a risk to their lives. Here's another thing to imagine! Imagine having a job and believing without a fucking doubt that everybody who has the same job as you should never be criticized for not simply doing a bad job but for murdering people while on the job. Just fucking imagine. Here's one last thing to imagine: imagine purchasing my cribbage-based RPG. I know it's only available on Amazon but try to ignore that they're capitalist monsters this one time and support my first uneasy footsteps into the world of publishing. I promise I'll figure out a better way at some point. It's just I hate all the marketing and distribution and graphic design and business bullshit; I just want to write the fucking thing and somehow get it in the hands of people who might enjoy it.

Remember the good old days before Fox News when we thought mind control propaganda would have to be subliminal?!

Obviously the guy speaking is schizophrenic. His description of anxious, terrifying thoughts having to come from another source rather than your own mind is pure schizophrenia. It's why they're always obsessed with mind shielding or satellites on the moon or neighbors beaming microwaves into their living rooms. I can't imagine how terrifying it must be to be detached from your own thoughts, unable to recognize that it's your own internal monologue whispering terrible insults to you on a constant basis. At least when I hear a voice in my head say, "You're fat," I know it's my own mind reaching the conclusion that maybe I shouldn't have eaten the whole pint of Ben & Jerry's. Having escaped from the young dystopian novel of a school system last issue, Dane McGowan is now living on the streets with herpes. It isn't long before he teams up with Mad Tom 'o Bedlam, an old homeless man who acts crazy and maybe is crazy but not as crazy as he acts, if you get what I'm saying. Do you? I sometimes don't get what I'm saying at all. But I keep saying things because sometimes I'll say something that makes me think, "Hey! You're not as stupid as your mother screamed you were every single day!"

Remember the good old days when the protagonist of a story could have multiple flaws and be really unlikeable without immediately calling into question the beliefs of the author?

Seriously though, this kid is a fucking cock. He's all bluster and anti-establishment and violent and homophobic and all because his mother withholds love and his dad is absent. He's trying so hard to be above the status quo and be this unique anarchic individual who does what he pleases and yet he's simply another lousy stereotype. Tom and Dane see a young woman chased through the streets of London by some guys blowing trumpets and dressed as if they're on a fox hunt. Tom grabs Dane and they make a run for it because Tom knows all about the secret hazards of the hidden side of London. The huntsmen capture the young woman and presumably kill her since one of them also says to cut her breasts off. That's some of that old ultra-violence that we knew would have to show up in this book. It's sort of a cultural call back to the works that probably helped inspire this story. Tom and Dane wind up in the secret catacombs of old London where they scrape some blue mold off of a wall and smoke it. Tom also gives some of that history you expect from Morrison, like how he made sure Gotham was understood to be the "Village of Goats." Man, that was the best thing he ever did for Batman continuity. Dane believes he hallucinates a word on the wall — Barbelith — and some aliens coming for him. He passes out and regains consciousness above the streets back in London. But now he has a scar on the back of his head and he sees airships in the sky that weren't there before. Being that I spent my formative years watching The X-Files, I understand when somebody has been abducted and implanted with a chip that allows them to see the secret strings turning reality into some Other thing's puppet theater. Tom shows Dane a few more magic tricks and Dane finally realizes the man is nuts in a way that makes a lot of sense to him. So he finally agrees to be an Invisible. That's when he wakes up with the Fox Hunters ready to give chase. But that's for next issue. The Invisibles #2 Rating: A. This issue was better than the last issue which was already a good issue. You might have realized that because I gave last issue a "B" and this one an "A". That's sort of how the grades work. I don't really care about grading or rating the comic books I read. I just want a history of my thoughts on them so that when I'm 80, I have some way to entertain myself (assuming the Internet and electricity and leisure time are still extant things). And it's not like this is a review that would help sell this comic book anyway! Who's going to rush out and find old copies of The Invisibles just because I said I liked them? The most disappointing part of this whole project is that I don't have every issue of this series. I'm so fucking annoyed with 23 year old me right now.

[childishnyako]

I wanna talk about something that happened the other day.

There’s this person that I’ve been consistently hooking up with. And the sex we have is pretty good. Consistently a 7-9/10 for me. But for her, it’s consistently a 9-10/10 ( at least that’s what I’m told). We’re very communicative about what we like and dislike and validates me bc it takes away a lot of pressure that sex can cause. Which is no problem for me bc I don’t want to play into the stereotype that all men suck ass at sex etc. etc. But what I don’t like, is that she puts on another stereotype about men, that it’s super easy for us to cum, onto me.

TMI moment but here we go. So it’s really hard for me to cum vertically when lil man is like this —> |. I’m more comfortable in missionary, or back shots, or other stuff, but riding? Hard. Idk if it’s a me thing or the people I’ve been with, but it has a low success rate lol. Contrary for her, she has some really big orgasms that way.

Skipping around, we’re hooking in the back of my car and she cums twice and I don’t. Mind you, she’s riding me like fucking Paul Revere. I’m trying to explain to her that it’s hard for me to get there based off of the position we’re in but she gets irritated with me. This is already a touchy subject and she’s sensitive, so I’m trying my best to be careful with my words but I can’t really reach her. So for the sake of the night and possible future sessions, I shut my mouth and we move on.

Which brings me to my final points:

1) EVERYONE should be putting effort to make everyone cum. We shouldn’t accept anything less.

2) We need to normalize conversations about pleasure. It should be okay to say that a certain thing doesn’t work for you to your partner and have them not take it personally.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk lol.

[gomustanggirl16]

What's your favorite scene that you've written for With Love From The Hastings

I have no idea when you sent this or why I haven’t answered before, but so far my favorite is a scene is a tie between two I actually never used. And have been waiting and trying to integrate for over a year now, but unfortunately tbey just never fit. The first was supposed to take place a little bit after the first hospital visit and I ultimately decided not to use it because I took the chapter in a different route and the second takes place in Chapter 13 right before Sharon shows up. I didn’t end up using it because it was an early draft that took place in a happier setting and was before I decided to have Nat find out Steve was reporting back to Fury on her. I also thought I lost them due to the Great Deletion of 2018, but I didn’t! So that being said here they are:

“HeyNat?” Steve said getting Natasha’s attention.

“Yeah?”Natasha looked up giving him her attention.

“CanI ask you something?” Natasha smirked.

“Technicallyyou already have. Twice.” Steve rolled his eyes and she kicked his leg with herfoot playfully. “What is it?”

Stevehesitated a moment trying to find the right words, like he wasn’t sure heshould be asking what he was about to ask.

“Yousaid before the start of all this, before we agreed to take it on that younever really planned on having kids. Why? I mean I think I know why anyone inthis business wouldn’t want to, but still.”

Thatcaught her off guard. Why wasn’t she interested in having kids of her own? Wellbesides having that option taken from her? Her entire life is reason enough.

“I’msorry, I shouldn’t have asked, it’s just-and no I’m not being stereotypical,but the girls really take to you and I don’t know maybe I’m just trying tofigure it out for myself to.”

Natashasighed setting aside her tablet.

“Well,besides the job? I’ve got a ledger full of red and a long line of people who’dlove nothing more than to watch me suffer. It just seems selfish and cruel toput a child in their line of sight like that all because they came from me.Besides, I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself.” Simple, neat, andstraight to the point. Steve nodded.

“Yeah,you got a point there, but you seem to be finding plenty to do.” Natasha smiledshaking her head.

“Becauseit’s a mission directive. It’s an order. To actually want this on my own? Noone giving orders, creating this life myself?” She shook her head. “It’s awhole lot different.”

“Youknow for someone who calls themselves a spy, you talk a lot like a soldier.”

“GuessI’m a bit of both.” Natasha returned, “My turn, why don’t you ever go out onthose dates? I mean I know you had someone back then, but not even one just totry? So, what if it doesn’t turn out to be more at least you put yourself outthere and maybe gained a friend.”

Stevesighed taking a sip of his beer.

“Yes,that’s all true, but the thing you gotta understand Nat, is that for me? Iremember hitting the ice, I remember losing consciousness and it was just likeI blinked and suddenly I’m waking up at SHIELD. Two, maybe three minutes tops,was what it felt like for me. Not seventy years. It felt like I closed my eyes,I’m not fully asleep, but almost and what was meant to be a short half hour napturns into twelve hours. Some days I still have trouble comprehending it all.Afraid that I’ll wake up back there and learn this was the dream. Trust me,I’ve thought about it, but I feel like I should have it more together before tryingto start something like that.”

“That’sfair, I guess,” Natasha never realized how jarring waking up really must havebeen for him. How haunting it must be. It’s an honest to god miracle he’s asstable as he is.

“Howabout you?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Whatabout me?” Natasha countered.

“Idon’t think I’ve ever heard about you going out on a date once. For someonewho’s constantly trying to set me up, you seem to be lacking in that areayourself. Ow!” Steve laughed as she punched him the shoulder.

“Youknow it’s rude to ask a lady about her love life.”

“Iknow, but I was referring to you-hey!” Steve blocked her next punch that was alittle off thanks to her laughter.

“You’resuch an ass!”

“Stilldoesn’t answer my question.” Natasha groaned sitting back again.

“Wellif you must know, I don’t really do the whole dating thing. When your codenames the Black Widow it tends to scare people off. I’ve had a few one nightstands here and there in the past, but it was usually a quickie in a clubbathroom. Goes along with my earlier statement.”

Shecould tell she’d caught him off guard with her honesty, but it was true. Whenyou’ve spent your entire life seducing people into bed only to off them afterthey’ve given you what you want, having a real relationship just doesn’t feelright.

“Holdup! Are you telling me you’ve never in your life been out on a real date?”Natasha frowned.

“Really?Out of everything I just told you that’s what you get stuck on?” He shrugged,and she rolled her eyes. “Of course, I’ve been out on a date! More times thanI’d like to admit.”

“Thosewere all for a mission. You just said you don’t date.” Natasha’s mask falteredas she realized her slip up. Steve seemed to realize it too.

“Natasha…whenwas the last time you actually kissed someone? As you not the Widow, or for SHIELD.” Steve was challenging her, shecould see it.

Natashashifted in her seat trying to come up with something, anything. Well the last guy she kissed as herself was also the lastguy she fucked, which if she recalls was Clint’s farmhand Paul at Lila’schristening three-oh god.

“Okayso it’s been a little while.” Natasha said into her drink and Steve put hishand up to his ear.

“I’msorry I didn’t catch that.” Natasha mumbled into her drink again before Stevepulled it away and she huffed.

“Fine!Three years happy.” Steve’s eyes went wide, and she nearly smacked him again.

“Andyou’re the one questioning me about the last time I kissed someone?” She glareddaggers at him.

“Isuggest you sleep with one eye open tonight Rogers. You might wake up with someundesired damage done.”

“Oh,come on Nat…seriously though, when’s the last date? You don’t really strike meas an on the first date every time person.”

Natashatried to recall if she’d ever actually dated, but she couldn’t. She was raisedto be a weapon to make a life for herself.

“Ihaven’t.” Natasha answered timidly making Steve’s brow furrow in confusion.

“Youhaven’t what?”

“Haven’tbeen on a date.” Natasha huffed.

“Ever?”

“Never.”Natasha said, lips in a taught line and Steve’s expression fell. Natasha sighedrunning a hand through her hair.

“Alright,come on let’s have it. I’m sure you’ve got plenty to say.” Steve shook hishead.

“So,your first date was with a mark?”

Natashanodded.

“Firstkiss?”

Anothernod.

“First…”He couldn’t finish that one, but she nodded knowing what he was asking, unableto hold his gaze any longer.

Momentspassed as he watched her, and she felt like she was in front of a firing squad.No one, not even Clint had asked her about that, well besides the SHIELD shrinkshe’d been forced to see, but everyone else just didn’t think about it ordidn’t ask. She doesn’t remember pulling her legs up to hug herself, but shealmost felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“How…”

“Twelve,maybe thirteen.” Natasha responded in a whisper.

“Iwas gonna ask how long you worked for them, but…” Steve let out a harsh breathand she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was mad, no he waspissed.

“Pleasesay something.” He opened and closed his mouth a few times and she began toworry what he would think of her now. Would he look down on her? Sure, hedidn’t before, but clearly, he never anticipated for her to have gotten such anearly start. Would he be disgusted by her?

“Whatthe hell did they do just kidnap you up off the street?” Natasha looked back upat him, nodded and watched as his face fell completely. She watched theemotions flash in his eyes, horror, disgust, anguish, fury…

“God…Nat-”

“Don’t.”Natasha said cutting him off before he had the chance to give her the usualsentiments. He nodded leaning his elbows on his knees. Neither spoke for quitesome time not knowing what to say. She was still shocked at how easy it was forher to tell him those things. Then again, it’s easiest to keep a secret when noone wants to know.

“Thankyou.” Natasha frowned looking over to Steve.

“Forwhat?”

“Fortrusting me.” That shouldn’t have been as much of a relief as it was, but stillit made her feel a little lighter and she gave him a hint of a smile.

“Youhave no idea…”

#2

Lancaster was a little over an hour’s drive west of them, but the roads were open andtraffic minimal for a Saturday. All around them were tall oak and sycamoretrees with pine and maple mixed in painting a beautifully calm scenery. The airwas different, not stale like the city or stuffy, fresh and clean (besides theoccasional waft of manure). Everywhere you looked you could see for miles,large stretches of farm land and mountain ranges. Lexi would stretch pointingout the window at the many horse farms they passed excited by every single one.

She’d done some research last night looking at whatthey could do deciding to just spend the day. Steve was fine with it and whileyes, she could be mission focused, she loved just walking around the cities andstreets of the places she went when she could. You could tell a lot aboutpeople by the way they live. Either way she’d bought tickets for the StrasburgRail Road thinking maybe Lexi would like it and Steve though, she more or less wantedsomething to tease him about.

They arrived at the railroad and saw a few dozen otherfamilies walking around. She could feel Lexi bouncing in her car seat andlooked back to find her tugging at her seatbelt. They got out of the car andLexi looked around, jumping a bit at the sound of the trains whistle. Natashagrabbed Ellie from her seat and put her hat on before allowing Lexi to pull herforward because she absolutely knewwhere she was going or why.

“Open car?” Steve asked as they boarded the train andLexi hopped into the seat closest to the window. “You know that hats gonna flyright off, right?”

Natasha scowled.

“The hat stays on. It’s a steam train from themid-eighteen hundred, it’s barely moving faster than you drive.” Steve chuckledshaking his head as he sat down across from them.

At Natasha’s insistence, Lexi sat down as the trainstarted moving as she mimicked the sounds of the whistle laughing. Sure enough,Lexi stood up again and Natasha quickly grabbed her by the waist to keep herfrom falling out the window. Steve just raised an eyebrow and she knew he waswaiting for the damned hat to go flying.

“It’s not coming off.” Natasha repeated, and thebastard just smiled and returned to pointing at things for Ellie as she stoodup on his legs.

It was halfway through the trip that Lexi just sohappened to lean a little bit forward and the hat caught wind. Natasha snatchedit though quickly stuffing it next to her.

“Told you.” Steve smirked.

“It doesn’t count if you catch it.”

“It still came off her head.” Natasha glared sittingLexi on her lap to keep the girl from leaning more over the side.

“This was a good idea.”

Steve said later that day as they left the localfarmers market. It was hard to find good fruits and vegetables especiallyaround this time of year. Not to mention she found out that bargaining gets youeverywhere. A lot of the market consisting of Amish farmers who were more thanwilling to barter with you for a fair price.

So far, she’d found peaches, grapes, raspberries, mostgreens, eggplants she had plans to use tonight, gorgeous air loom tomatoes,along with ripe fresh ones she planned on canning with the peaches and pears,and a small basket of apples they’d gone and picked right off the treethemselves. Lexi had a lot of fun doing that as she sat on Steve’s shoulders toreach the best ones to put in the little basket the lady at the entrance handedher.

“Thank you.”

Steve chuckled.

“Your welcome, but I have to ask what on earth are youplanning on doing with all that?”

She considered her baskets and bags she’d brought tocarry everything.

“Canning, the late season finds and baby food for Ellie,maybe applesauce and were having Eggplant Parmesan for dinner.” Steve nodded inresponse and as they were about to leave, an older man stopped them.

“Might you guys like a photo before you go?”

“Yes.” Lexi answered for them and Steve looked up ather from where she still sat on his shoulders.

“Sure.” Natasha said pulling out her phone.

They stood against the backdrop of the farmers marketas she held Ellie and Steve slipped his arm around her waist. They all smiled,Lexi and Ellie’s cheeky.

“Such a beautiful family! One more, how ‘bout a kissfor your wife?” The man asked, and Natasha instinctively tilted her head up tomeet Steve’s lips.

He reacted almost instantly this time and her breath caught as he pulled her a littlecloser by the waist. It was slower this time and she was a little surprised tofind his lips moving with hers. It didn’t last long though as Natasha heardLexi giggle and parted from Steve’s lips as Lexi laughed for whatever reasontwo-year old’s laugh. She accepted her phone back from the man before theyheaded back to the car.

I have so many more, but these are the ones I remember the most XD I have fill in and all that, that I simply didn’t have time for or just didn’t fit in, and I hope to use some of it eventually, but most likely won’t. Anyways thanks for asking!

[thejudgingtrash]

Last but not least: PJO hot takes part IV!

Alright my dudes. I think we’re still in this game for one final round. Anyway here’s wonderwall. And Part 1//Part 2//Part 3!

Percy had actually knowledge about the Greek myths. He didn’t waddle in blindly. Where did y’all even get that?

The new possible Irish myth saga will be PJO 3.0 aka Magnus Chase 2.0 aka The Kane Chronicles 1.2.

Riordan already got the names of gods of that possible saga wrong

Riordan‘s Asian characters only know bitch or bland mode, huh

Stop babying Annabeth for fucks sake. Seriously

How the fuck did Sally afford several private schools for Percy when they were poor as fuck? I guess Gabe had to have a some somewhat decent job but then again playing poker/being a gambler and stealing from your stepson ain’t a cute move

Hazel should’ve been Thanatos‘ kid. To break the classic 12 Olympian mold (yeah Hades/Pluto technically isn’t one but he’s still team major gods) and also to throw the damned Hitler/Pluto aesthetics away

Did any of the kids break their limps or get permanently disabled at some point? Or do they just... die (and mostly stay dead)? I forgot

Where can the kids at Camp Half-Blood actually sneak off to fuck? Percy is legit the only one to claim his own shit as his love bunker. The rest is just fucked I guess or has first hand traumatic pre-college experiences

”Percy cursed“. Literally why, Riordan. Let the kid say fuck. He has earned the rights to do so a long time ago

Did I mention that people lack of basic reading skills in earlier takes? Anyway. Here’s another reminder!

Tbh the gods are egotistical fucks and have killed people for the fuck of it. I don’t see Poseidon being even close to okay with Sally marrying Gabe or Paul

I still don’t understand why Frazel is a thing

Most of you don’t understand how movie production works but that’s okay. Just know that everything inside your head will never be realized and there will be drastic cuts and additions to the books (again)

The electronics not working thing doesn’t even make any goddamn sense? Hermes is the god of the Internet. Does this mean that demigods can use the web just fine but simply can’t call each other? This really came back to bite Riordan in the ass now did it? Wouldn’t it make more sense to use old means of communication once you’re trying to reach more important/godly people or electronics fail in an accute situation?

Turning everyone heteroflexible creates the image that you’re simply liking a character for the fact that they are LGBTQ and not the character itself, just saying. More representation sure, but that itself isn’t a personality trait and shouldn’t be the main focus of a character unless it’s really defining in the story line (Nico‘s arc partially for example)

Tbh, HOO should’ve been aged up mentor Percabeth protecting CHB, with the rest of the gang fucking up Greece with aged Reyna + Nico perhaps. I might post an outline on that AU someday (someone should remind me about that tho)

On one hand you have in depth discussions and people diving into the matter and talking about every nook and cranny and on the other hand people are more then just fine with stereotyping and deflecting. Whut. Okay

Why are people shipping the lie that is Jasper/Jasiper

Stop romanticizing the gods

Dark!Percy is just a cheap way for you to turn Percy into an overpowered asshole and that’s that tea

Being in a relationship isn’t a personality trait, my dear shippers

Riordan‘s timeline is off because the coke rush didn’t last that long

The wasted potential of everything past PJO makes me want to cry

Percy’s fatal flaw isn’t stupid, Riordan just didn’t flesh it out properly which is why there were no real repercussions. A fatal flaw is supposed to be hindering you and not a compliment

The fact that adult people still can’t take jokes about their favorite characters is fucking insane part II

Why the fuck did the Stolls get tossed aside? Bruh. The potential? The stigma as a Hermes kid? They trying to redeem their cabins honor? Imagine one of them as a prophecy kid in HOO (and they’d switch and swap to confuse everyone)? Yes??

Every single one of you that essentially is team poc!Percy because he had a rough upbringing deserves to get slapped. Poverty, abuse, a single parent, etc. doesn’t equate to being poc?!?!? Smells racist just saying

Turning Hazel into Nico‘s sister was cheap af

Stop romanticizing and down playing the myth aspect. Tragedy is essential and will haunt demigods. Thank you, next

Also stop babying Percy

Let’s be honest none of those fuckers make it to college

Annabeth Chase is fucking WHITE part II. She’s not biracial, she’s not ”exotic“, she’s certainly not fucking black. She’s white with a little hint of a tan. That still makes her white. Do you really want to turn her into Ariana Grande 2.0? A fucking botched orange? This is your Annabeth aesthetic? Artists get it fucking right unless you state that you portray her as [spraytan headcanon] which is still fucking cheap let’s be real. Orange Annabeth isn’t part of the kulture

Regardless of the reception of the PJO movies, I’ll never forgive you people for letting Logan Lerman aka the OG white boy™ flop. Throw Tom “lipless but okay booty“ Holland and Timothée ”I missed a few meals“ Chalamet the fuck away!

Tbh a less romanticized version of the camps would’ve been more interesting. I’m still put off by CJ (and also the fact that CHB is a summer camp), but had there been more fights and actual deaths that had happened around the camps due to training, etc. you would’ve understood immediately why demigods dipped before the age of 18. The antithetical nature of sweet summer camp and people dying left and right would’ve been amplified

Did Reyna at some point in time even have the time to breath with all of the shit that went down? Her life is simply 24/7 stressful. I get that she wanted to bounce and no longer be in a tiring and demanding position but the hunters ain’t it sis

It’s okay to admit that fanon artwork or fanfics don’t deserve the webspace they are wasting. But phrase that probably in a nicer way

PJO Calypso wasn’t annoying. HOO & TOA Calypso on the other hand...

Alex Pettyfer would’ve been a better Luke Castellan but Jake Abel did an okay job

Percy isn’t an idiot. You are one for believing so

Riordan corrected the stance that Muslims don’t shower during Ramadan (literally how in the fuck did he come up with that in the first place?!) in upcoming MC books. Can he use the same energy to rewrite HOO tho??

Luke’s portrayals in SoM and TTC were straight up trash

Historically accurate PJO would’ve been everything

Monsters can detect demigods by smell. Camo wouldn’t do jack shit ffs

Jason is still bland and making jokes/pointing that out is more than okay

Omfg accept the fact that characters can have multiple facets all good and bad. Reducing them to one specific trait makes them boring and bland. Also it stereotypes

Getting mad over the fact that Clarisse has a boyfriend is still fucking insane

Not everyone needs to be a fanfic writer or an artist, a theorist or someone that analyzes everything phrase by phrase. As long as you’re in the fandom to enjoy works & discussions and remain on the saner side of the spectrum you’re good. You’re valid. Don’t forget that.

Not wanting to stay in a fandom and merely enjoying some of the fruits/benefits as in art/fics/headcanons is also super valid

PJO Reddit, Tumblr, IG and Twitter are a cesspool of chaotic mess and straight up trash but Tumblr > Reddit >>>>>> IG >>>>>> Twitter

Tbh: just try to enjoy a decent book series. It’s all not that deep

[ohlisaaaa]

Old thoughts

July 23, 2018 I haven't felt this way for a long time. It feels familiar, yet new. And he definitely defies ALL the stereotypes of meeting someone online. Like, you date so much so you know the pattern right? He does the "moves" but doesn't follow the pattern. It's interesting, makes me curious and want to know more. Obviously he isn't perfect, cuz I'd be freaking out. But he's a good, good guy. Anyway point of this was since I deleted all our texts bec I thought he was being an asshole, I have to type out everything lol. Dude you know me and dating memorabilia. Don't think I'm using the word right but we are just gonna go with it. Ok when we first had coffee, he told me straight up he was sweating in the car before he met me lol. He was nervous and said it even in text. I think his last girlfriend was in high school... doesn't matter. He met me at the park while I got sushi and his mom was like what if she stood you up and he said no she doesn't seem like that type of girl and he was looking for me in the window haha. Also I jokingly asked him to ask his mom about coupling tips and he actually did. She said there was too many haha. He walked me back to my car (can't imagine a guy NOT doing that, Melody LOL) hugged x2 then he's like you wanna hang out tomorrow?! He texted me after the park and said it was nice meet June 28, 2018 Palliative was interesting because I've never seen it in person before. Only read about it. M on the other hand was amazing. Seriously, the visits were very insightful. I think I learned a lot. It kind of felt like a sales visit, but at the same time she didn't push the patient or their family towards anything. Just educating them on the levels of care that Residential has to offer after home care. Focusing on the goals. Educating on the importance of what YOU want and when it would be a time for the highest level of care which is hospice. Five wishes which is a form of advanced directives that can be notarized to be legal. DNR and the levels of resuscitation that you want. MPOA (medical power of attorney). The first lady we saw had a wedding that she really wanted to go to the following week and was working really hard with OT, PT to gain strength to be able to walk without feeling short of breath and getting used to her oxygen tank. Curative vs. comfort. Knowing when to stop curative treatments without it working. Getting the courage to be able to make the decision and say no more treatment. Recurrent hospitalizations, poly pharmacy. The diagnosis is leading to a decline. Both patients and their family members talked about how their doctors don't use layman terms and don't know when to stop. They don't listen to what the patient's want. It's not their fault, medical school teaches them to cure the patient. But there needs to be The Journey department was created to bridge that gap. Home care allows me to see what happens when something unexpected happens August 2, 2018 I just don't understand. I guess it's not for me to understand. It's not for me to dissect apart. It is the way it is. Why do I have to go through so much disappointment, so much heartbreak. My anxiety is through the roof. My mind is wandering aimlessly with no end. The voices in my head can't stop My heart wants everything to halt Dating filled my empty hole after my failure. I don't know how I'm going to get past it. If I ever do. It feels like I'm just moving through time, not really feeling. Not really tasting. Not really smelling. Not really hearing. Not really touching. Like all my senses have gone numb. This isn't who I am. Worst part is I don't know how to come up through this. Doesn't help that people in my life disappoint me one after the other. People are wishing Charles a happy birthday and how he's the best person ever and yes he may be the best father and nurse on earth but oh boy. Do they want to know his other side? Pisses me off. Can he actually be a man and tell me straight up? Nope, he just likes to ignore me while I tend to every beck and call. I have to be strong and not let him take advantage of me. Mistakes happen right? And Paul. I spent so much time with him. And he just ignores me. Why does everyone I meet in my life expect ME to save them? I wish the world could just quiet down. Just stop. Just leave me alone. Just leave me the fuck alone. And I know. I know the power to do it all is within me. I have to be strong. The only person that can save me, is me. The only problem is, what happens when I already ran out of strength? May 29, 2018 After the busy long weekend, I’m feeling so tired. Mostly emotional. Think I’m getting my monthly visitor. It is that time. I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Can someone just tell me what to do, step by step? I was thinking about it and dude this is my rock bottom. Like I can’t even sink any lower. I do have to say, I’m excited for my new job but that’s it. Graduate school went down the hole, it’s been a month but I don’t feel normal. Maybe I need a new normal. I just don’t feel motivated. LIU sent an email out saying they are unmatched cuz someone decided not to go. Annoyed emoji. I don’t even know where to begin. I wanted this for so long 😦 Oof shall we go into the romantic part of my life? I tell myself this is a fun thing but shall we face the actual facts? I think this will make me more unstable. I can’t not have feelings for things, you know? HE IS 37, WITH TWO CHILDREN + TWO, NOT ONE BUT TWO BABY MAMA’S. Laughing emoji. Dude, I know I can have fun but is this really the way? I really don’t think I can even have “fun” when I seriously can’t handle myself emotionally. Still in the process of loving myself. And when I justify having relationships with people who I normally wouldn’t go out with, it’s a problem. I don’t think I’ve made any sense, to be honest. So many racing thoughts. Ok, I shall use what Matt taught me and focus on one thought or I’ve noticed focusing on one object helps. And yes, I think I need a new normal. I think I will give myself one month (more) to just think everything through. I want to adjust to my new job too. And focusing on myself, no dating apps. Exercising and not overeating for the past couple days so that’s good. I want to be proud of my body and feel good. So since my main focus was school and it’s going to happen for some time, my mind needs a new distraction because obviously, my mind can’t sit still. So it just so happened to be Charles. But dude, I seriously wonder why the universe put HIM in my path. I’ve read a quote somewhere that says having daydreams is good because it motivates you to achieve your dreams and I use to daydream 24/7 about interviews and I got one from Michigan. And dating an older guy, Charles wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but yeah. I like to think it’s telling me that I have to focus on myself because he clearly isn’t the one so I shouldn’t fall head over heels with the first person who notices me. If I want something, I need to really want it. Also, I have to stop seeing the good in everyone. Some people just have bad in them. I have to grow thicker skin too. I know I want to sleep with him, buuuuuut I probably shouldn’t. The reckless side of me is saying do it, do it. But the responsible side is saying no, this will end badly (like the Jake situation, cough cough). Charles is cool, more like a friend though. Because I know I don’t believe this now, but I deserve better. I deserve better. I deserve better. Someone who puts me first Someone who is interested in what I have to say Someone who will go on midnight walks with me Someone who will hold my hand in alleyways Someone who will talk to me no matter what time of the day it is Someone who will support anything I do I’m not looking for anyone to complete me, someone who will love me unconditionally.

[blakegallo]

so i’ve sat on last night’s episode overnight, gone through the lone star tag and i guess i just want to take a moment to work through my thoughts on the show? and it’s under a cut bc i rambled for forever

off the bat i don’t think that i would go so far as to be in the camp that the spinoff takes things that people have established in fanon to make canon here. i don’t think ryan murphy was out here trying to remake the bobby/buck dynamic with tk/owen or remake buddie with tarlos. 

that said, if you want to go down that road who am i to stop you.

continuing on with things that i do like, i like most of the crew? do i know their names? not without a wikipedia search, but that’s fine. i’ll get there. paul and marjan have me the most excited. i like mateo [ shoutout to julian who already appeared on a couple episodes of 911 + was in titans ], that said i’m still confused about the whole let’s hire a man who didn’t pass the academy four separate times. i also think that there show had coded him to be some kind of neurodivergent, maybe that’s just me reading into stereotypes, in which case, y’know my bad. but i felt that’s what we were playing with. 

if nothing else i could continue watching just for liv tyler’s character. i don’t think i’m invested in her sister being missing and the man she thinks killed her not being brought to justice, but i thought she was easily the most interesting character and her scenes really stole me. the tag doesn’t seem to like the work she was doing, but oh well. 

by now i think it’s pretty clear the things i don’t like or am really just in different about.

i could not care less about tk. it rubs me the wrong way that we met this character the way we did. i still feel like there aren’t a lot of dark skinned queer men in most media, having one fuck over the white protagonist and not be given any kind of story outside of being a cheater just doesn’t do it for me. i also actively do not care about well off white gay drug addicts. i’m sorry, but also not. like that’s just who i am. so when we met tk overdosed i just didn’t care?  

owen? his dad, whatever his name is. don’t really care about him either. obviously your medical history is your medical history and you should disclose that to whoever you feel comfortable doing that. i just don’t like miscommunication that is done solely for the drama. it’s one thing in a show where the focal point is a romance, the stakes can be but so high. but here it just didn’t work for me. it also just feels like an easy out for rob lowe bc he can die whenever and it’s because he has cancer so. there’s maybe a ticking clock? there was also just something about the way his diagnosis was weaponized against judd that rubbed me the wrong way. i know it was the pilot, but i also just really don’t fuck with narratives surrounding how well off white parents continue to allow their children to abuse drugs without any kind of meaningful intervention even though they clearly have the means to do more than force them to live in the same house.

really i think that judd was the worst thing about this show.

several other people in the tag seem to really be here for his interracial marriage to sierra’s character. i think her name is grace. and i’m just patently against it. i think that grace certainly deserves better. or if they wanted to have a black woman married to a white man it shouldn’t have been judd.

the man is introduced in either the most stereotypical way possible, complaining about how the team is no longer just a bunch of white people. and then at the end of the episode rob just gives him a job even though he’s done nothing to suggest that judd could actually work with these people. plenty of racist white men spend their time fucking black people. putting your dick in a black person doesn’t absolve you of your racism.

but it’s also so strange to see owen give in so easily to judd after seeing him cry. especially when it’s clear that judd is still traumatized and hasn’t been getting help. i know you can live in a nice house and have nice clothes and i have no idea what kind of benefits firefighters have in terms of being able to see a therapist, but i think that the show makes it clear that the financial reality of seeing a therapist wasn’t really what was stopping judd from actually getting help. and now he’s out there in the world with a crew of people from the begining of the episode we saw he doesn’t really respect and is not in the headspace needed to do his job., massive liability.

it’s also again, just the laziest kind of tension you can have in a show set in the south. which i think is why the end of the pilot was the way that it was. i dunno. i don’t like him. i would have rather watched sierra grieving the loss of her husband than his dumb ass.

after that, i don’t really care about tarlos rn. i reserve the right to change my mind bc i think carlos was one of the characters that got the short end of the stick in the pilot. but i don’t feel any strong opinions. but i also wasn’t one of the people out here thirsting over them for the past year while they were used to really promo this spinoff

[nationalhonorsociety]

I Want Some Goddamn Representation.

Strap in, everyone. This is going to be a doozy.

So we gots lots of representation, and that’s cool. While there’s still a long way to go, it’s clear that a lot has been accomplished. That being said, there is still one group I feel is being underrepresented. That group is brown people; namely, people of South Asian descent.

While I’ve seen some representation of brown people, I’ve been disappointed with the way they’ve been portrayed. I don’t just want representation, I want good representation. I’ve seen so many Indian, Pakistani, and other South Asian characters with an accent and a heavy emphasis on their culture.

While the accent and culture are great and I consider it a part of who I am, I always feel icky whenever I see this type of portrayal, be it in “Paul Blart” or “Deadpool”. I can’t help but feel sick to my stomach. Because in a lot of the portrayals I’ve seen in popular culture, these characters are total stereotypes, often used for cheap laughs. Don’t believe me? Why is the Indian character in Deadpool a taxi driver, who blasts Hindi music with a garland around his rear-view mirror with a heavy accent that is most definitely added on? Why are most of the brown kids I occasionally see on tv shows or movies all math whizzes, or tech geniuses or some kind of social nincompoop? Why have you given us taxi drivers and nerds, the two biggest fucking tropes for South Asians of all time?

We want representation because we want to be able to identify with a character. How the fuck am I supposed to identify with a math genius who has a heavy accent, when I was born here, have no accent, and am struggling with a C in math?

I look at Lara Jean’s character in TATBILB and I quake with jealousy because her Korean heritage is done so well. The audience knows she is Korean, but they’re also not having it shoved into their faces all the fucking time. TATBILB isn’t about Lara Jean and her quest to be Korean, or reconnect with her culture, or speak out against racism. All those are wonderful, but what sets TATBILB apart is that it’s such a normal story. With a normal protagonist. Who just happens to be half-Korean. That is exactly what I want.

I want South Asian representation without it being shoved into my face. I want a normal story, with a protagonist who looks like me and who I can identify with. Because I sure as hell don’t go home to sing bhajans and study math and science for five hours and burn incense and eat spicy ass curry. I go home, do my homework, and maybe eat a paratha if I feel like it. Give me a good, normal, and entertaining plot, and make the protagonist brown. Maybe throw in one bilingual conversation if you feel like it.

Don’t get me wrong, we do have some good representation. The Mindy Project? Killin it. Master of None? Fucking love that show. Quantico? Yes please. But I can’t identify with those characters as much as I’d like to. Because they’re all so much older than me.

Where are the brown youth? Excuse me, I meant, where are the good brown youth? Baljeet from Phineas and Ferb is a total stereotype. Accent? Check. Genius? Check. Socially awkward? He makes a candy colored schedule to plan out every second of every day and every conversation with everyone, so you tell me. Ravi Ross, maybe? Accent? Yup. Genius? Yup. Awkward? Duh. Maybe Mohini “Mo” Banarjee, from Lemonade Mouth. She lacks an accent, and she’s not portrayed as a genius in school. She seems okay. Until we meet her parents and find out that Disney removed all of Mo’s stereotypes and gave her parents double as much. Her mother’s quite submissive, her father is strict, puts a lot of pressure on her for grades and perfection, and forbids her from dating.

It shouldn’t be this hard, y’all. Stereotypes are so frequently criticized, so why are they still being used to portray a group who can’t even identify with them? I’ve probably rambled so much, but the bottom line is this: I want representation of South Asian youth. I want it in moderation, I want it without stereotypes, and I want it now. Why? Because I’ve waited too fucking long and I’m not taking Apu from “The Simpsons” for an answer.

[kalinara]

Okay, so for the first time, a supporter of the Ash=Voq theory has actually made me think.

Because you know, I’d always believed that my main issue with that theory and the people who uncritically support it was three-fold.

1.  I think that the idea of portraying a man of Pakistani descent as a hidden danger, spy, and threat is unoriginal, harmful, and directly opposed to the ideals that Star Trek, at its best, represents.

Star Trek, after all, is the series that put a Russian on the bridge at the height of the Cold War.  So the idea that they would give us a character from an often demonized ethnicity and turn around and underscore every negative stereotype and baseless societal fear is particularly sickening.

2.  I think that the idea of portraying a male rape victim as a liar, whose story should be painstakingly scrutinized, while adding elements that make it easy to dismiss his story (I actually saw people suggest that his fight with L’rell was “Klingon foreplay”) is dangerous and incredibly harmful to any and all survivors of sexual violence.

I shouldn’t have to mention how sexual violence survivors of both genders have to face incredible amounts of skepticism and victim-blaming, and how they seem to end up on trial as much as their abuser if and when they pursue actual justice.

I shouldn’t have to mention how male victims of sexual violence have to face specific issues such as the prevailing belief that men can’t be raped, that a physical response equals consent, that men who are raped are somehow weak or lacking.

I shouldn’t have to mention how specifically rare it is to see a serious portrayal of sexual violence in which a woman is a perpetrator and a man is a victim that doesn’t end with the man and woman in a romantic relationship and the violation never addressed or treated seriously.

3.  I disapprove of any storyline in general which treats mercy, sympathy and compassion as flaws.  I feel as though that is antithetical to Star Trek’s themes at its core.

Lorca is a flawed man.  He is hard, manipulative, and brutal.  He has comparatively rare moments of human compassion and sympathy.  One of those moments was when he found an abused survivor in a prison cell and decided to bring him back to his ship.

Lorca’s got a lot that he has to answer for, as Paul Stamets and Katrina Cornwell among others, can attest.  But I don’t believe that compassion for someone who is suffering should be added to that list.

But, this supporter has shown me the error of my ways.

Clearly, I oppose the Ash=Voq theory because I “ have fetishized his assault and [am] planning on dining out on it for the rest of the series.”

Of course, this person has also suggested, in the past, that I was opposed to the Ash=Voq theory because I am an Ash/Lorca shipper.  (I am, in fact, not.)

Needless to say this supporter is now blocked and is cordially invited to go fuck themselves.

And really, anyone else who uncritically supports this theory is welcome to join them.