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alargehunkofdebris · 2 years ago

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Why There’ll Never Be Another Good Omens 2 Experience

The strangest thing happened after a few days post my watching of S2. I got a wave of real, bittersweet sadness.

Not due to the obvious – I was dealing with that too, but with more excitement than anything – but because I realized something, as a writer and consumer of media. I realized that it’s unlikely I’ll ever get a media experience close to what I experienced at the end of Good Omens 2. Because really, its setup was absolutely unparalleled – in general, and for myself personally.

I am currently writing my third romance, and what I’ve learned primarily about the genre, the way for it to really work, is that there needs to be something keeping the couple apart initially. The more things keeping the couple apart, the stronger the romance hits. The more the couple clashes with each other, the better it is. Societal norms, class issues, initial dislike, literal danger—all these aspects are what make a romance a story. It’s that conflict that creates the compelling narrative. No romance was ever popular because things worked out well from the beginning – it’s that “look at what we were, and look at us now” aspect that gives readers/watchers that satisfaction. It’s the “I can’t believe this happened” effect. The “I would never have foreseen this” effect. The “they’ll never be together” effect. It’s why forbidden romances are so incredibly popular.

Another aspect that makes a romance story really work well is the amount of time it takes for the romance to develop. A couple that gets together after a few days? Eh, it’s tricky. You better make it really dramatic somehow. A great example is Titanic – class differences, betrothal, and a huge amount of danger threatens this couple, so them being in love after only a few days works. But what really sells this one is because we can see how this romance has survived beyond those few days. We see it 80 years in the future, still there, in the memory of Rose. That is why it hits so hard. Romances that span over long periods of time (especially ones that are bittersweet/tragic) hit so much more than ones spanning a short period.

But wait! There’s more!

You can up this effect by not only having the romance take time in story…but having it take time in real life, for the viewer/reader.

This is why romances in TV shows that take years to finally work out are so compelling. It’s that “Pam and Jim” effect, that will-they-won’t-they deal. We are waiting right along with them, and we’re feeling that same relief when all those things keeping them apart finally fall away. This is harder to pull off, because there’s never that guarantee that the story will make it that far. TV shows get cancelled, creators lose interest or die, etc. So it’s not just “Will They, Won’t They,” it’s “Will They, Won’t They, Can They Even Try?”

This is also compounded by that fear that it won’t happen in-story after all, and while in romances you’re pretty positive that things work out (they kinda have to, for it to be labeled a “romance”) in other media, there’s always that possibility. Look at Community – there’s a forbidden/conflict-ridden romance that didn’t end up working out, even though it was “Will They, Won’t They”d for six entire seasons. You also then have shows and ships where fans are almost sure it won’t happen, but still hold out hope. (See: Supernatural, Sherlock, etc.)

Now. Now look at Good Omens. Look at that absolutely unparalleled, unbelievable set up. It’s unbelievable because it takes almost every single thing that makes a romance compelling, and not only uses all of them, but dials them up to 11.

Why are they at odds? Why are they forbidden from being together?

Because they are literally the most opposing forces you can imagine in Western Canon. They are the Angel Guarding The Gate and The Serpent of Eden. The literal only way you could’ve made this a bigger deal would’ve been to make it God and Satan, and even that would’ve not hit as hard, because it’d be like two CEOs getting together – there’s no fear of a higher power adding that delicious conflict. And to add to all this, in real life, the couple is portrayed as two men, which adds that second meta level of conflict.

And what fear/danger is keeping this couple apart?

Not just familial disappointment—but disappointment from God and Heaven and Hell. Not just moral guilt, but the guilt of potentially dooming the entire Earth. And finally, on top of that, the very real danger of being killed. Not only that, but making it as though you never even existed.

And in real life, they face all those roadblocks that queer couples in media have been battling for years and years, but I'll talk about that more in a second.

Okay, then Time. How long have they been kept apart?

For…all of it.

All of the time that ever existed.

They, quite literally, could not have been kept apart longer.

And this leads into those final two points, the ones that actually really sell it. Because I can sit down right now and write a story about an angel and a demon falling for each other at the beginning of time against all odds…but what I can’t do is to have already written it thirty-three years ago.

That’s how long this story has existed. Thirty. Three. Years.

I’m not even counting how this is using characters that have existed as opposing forces for thousands of years. I’m not even saying that, even though that’s also a part of it. But besides that, this story, this exact story started thirty-three years ago, and is still being continued by the author to this day.

Do you know how uncommon that is?

Yes, we have canon that has lasted for many, many years. Hundreds. We get new versions of beloved older stories ever year. But it’s so very rare that they are by the same creator. We get new Sherlock Holmes content, but it is not written by Arthur Conan Doyle. This, on the other hand, is actual canon content, written by the author of the original. That is unbelievably rare.

That means we’ve got a fandom where some people have grown up with these characters. People who read it at twenty are fifty-three. People who read it at fifty are eighty-three. Kids who saw their parents reading the book now have children of their own. It is a cult classic that has been in the hearts of so many people for generations. Me, personally, I fell in love with it ten years ago, at age twenty, at the very beginning of my own writing journey. This story means so much to people, because it’s stood that test of time.

And yet, this story was never explicitly romantic. So many saw it that way, but it was never something confirmed. Because this was a book from the 90s, at a time where this kind of romance just wasn’t in popular media if it wasn’t played as a joke. It was, back then, the same kind of “forbidden” as a romance between angel and demon. So people imagined, but they never expected anything more. And they’ve continued not expecting more, because even in the 2019 first season, there was never any true confirmation of anything, and people accepted it. You have a 33-year-old story here – it’s possible that this major change/confirmation could happen, but all things considered, it was unlikely. You would never blame the creator for not making major developments to a story they wrote with their late friend a lifetime ago. And no one in production was saying a word to confirm or deny, but we’ve seen all this before. It was a Will-They-Won’t-They…Probably-Not situation.

And then you have the end of S2.

And that's where that bittersweet sadness comes in for me, personally. Not at a huge level, not to the point where I'd have it any other way, but it's there regardless. Because I realized that this was a unique situation that could never be replicated, for me, and likely for many, especially readers of the book pre-show. In all likelihood, I would never again experience a romantic payoff like this one. Because it was the most forbidden of forbidden romances, the couple of which have been kept apart by the worst of all dangers and highest level of guilt for the longest amount of time literally possible, written over a real-life span of time where this kind of romance went from “completely taboo even in real life” to “finally acceptable in popular media,” written by the same creator, and not confirmed as canon until the story reached the age of Jesus Christ himself.

And the real kicker is, even after everything these two literally star-crossed lovers have gone through…they’re still being kept apart. They’ve still not taken down those final, seemingly insurmountable barriers between them. It wasn’t a “here you go 😊” move to make long-time fans happy – it’s being used as a perfect, painful plot point. After 33 years, we’re still having to wait longer.

Chef's kiss. Couldn’t have been a better set up if it was mathematically calculated. And yet, the best part is that it happened organically.

It just works.

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torchickentacos · 3 months ago

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you- you bought a fetal hog from barnes and noble?????

Okay SO! Long post ahead. Storytime. A little set-up for this saga: first off, this story centers around bio 102 lab class. Second, my college has a little on-campus supplies store which just so happens to be run by Barnes and Noble. It's basically a B&N but with overpriced college-color lanyards and shitty coffee and stuff too. and pigs. SO.

Imagine. It's the beginning of my semester a semester or two ago (it all runs together, idfk). This all began in late August and ends at the dissection in October, if I recall. Now, I've taken a lab class before, I know how it works, but I've never done a dissection. I've worked with live animals in an educational setting through vetsci classes back in a high school accreditation program/courses, but I've never had to work with preserved animals, so I didn't know the ~standard procedure~ of how you would prep/find materials for a dissection. I saw 'dissections' on the syllabus and assumed they'd just provide the dissectee to you. You know. Because that's the most rational assumption. You'd think that's how that would work, that they'd just put it on the table in front of you.

...Then I read further down the syllabus and saw that students were expected to buy their own fetal pigs (out of pocket, might I add. Like, our little trio at the lab table pooled our poor college kid money until we had 80 bucks, but I'm getting ahead of myself). It was very specifically specified on the materials list, alongside buying a lab coat and a book and lab guides etc, that we would be buying a fetal pig.

So naturally I was like 'well, that doesn't sound right, but what do I know'. Reread it more closely to make sure, and yep, it's asking me to buy a pig fetus. Not covered by my class fees. What the fuck.

Out of equal parts confusion and curiousity, I then asked tumblr, like "Hey, um, is it normal for your lab to ask you to buy your own fetal pig???" Here were the responses on that.

So that was a fairly unanimous 'no', lol.

At this point, I was like, 'okay, I probably just give them the fee and they take it out of the freezer on the day of the dissection. Right?' No. Wrong. I spent a couple weeks trying to figure out how to source my own pig fetus before our professor FINALLY told us a few classes in, about a month before the dissection, that we would need to go walk over to the school bookstore and buy it there, at BARNES AND NOBLE, all the way across campus, and bring it to lab the week before the dissection so that she can put them in the freezer and have them ready for us.

So I ended up doing just that. Several weeks later, I woke up at like seven in the morning- THIS WAS A MORNING CLASS TOO which by the way, any new college students, don't do that to yourself- anyways I woke up early, got ready, got to campus, and walked into the Barnes and Noble to the cashier lady and was like "Hi. Um. I'm sorry but do you have any fetal pigs?" and thankfully she knew exactly what I was talking about lmfao, and she went and got me one and I paid with the pooled money. And I walked back across campus. With my little vacuum-sealed pig fetus in tow (which, by the way, bigger and heavier than I was expecting it to be. I was expecting maybe a squirrel sized thing but it was roughly the weight of a small pumpkin and, like, hand-to-elbow long, but I have short arms).

And, you know, I've gotten into some situations in my life (the recent accidental acquisition of a ton of sauce comes to mind) but I really think that walking across campus with a bagged pig at like eight in the fucking morning has to be in the top five experiences I've ever had. It's really high up there. Brisk autumn wind biting through my jacket, the leaves are barely hanging on, the sky was the kind of bright blue that contrasts with the auburns and umbers of the dying greenery, just an absolutely gorgeous fall morning and I'm experiencing it with a dead pig in a plastic bag as I walk down the sidewalk.

It was pretty interesting to dissect, though. My lab table named her Peppa (we also had a goldfish named Darcy, who, thankfully, got to be alive and unharmed for his experiments).

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zepskies · 8 months ago

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdFgGL1y/

I’ve been loving this trend and then realised this could literally bmd Ben and reader asking him to show how he would’ve moved to her in the 80s and even better cause he literally experienced it, I can see him being unwilling to entertain but slowly caving in when he sees she’s not breaking and giving him attention until he tries

LOL that's adorable. 😂 Thanks for thinking of Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader)! Seems to be a theme this week lol! I went ahead and watched that TikTok and again it got me imaging the thing...

Imagine Soldier Boy (Ben) "Sliding Up" to You in the Club

I can imagine that coming up in conversation if the reader in BMD was being subjected to watching another one of his music videos. She'd be teasing him, of course, but he'd be defending himself and his career choices. It was the 80s!

And for your information, Ben says, women were fucking falling over themselves to have him sign their Rapture albums. It was frankly irritating when he went out. Sometimes, he just wanted to relax with a smoke and a glass of bourbon at the club. You scoff at that one.

He looks amused. "What, you think you would've been the only girl in America who didn't cream their panties when I showed up?"

You shoot him a wry brow raise. Do you have to remind him how you two met? Being tied to a chair with zip ties comes to mind.

But then, something else occurs to you. The first time you and Ben actually met was in a smokey club in Medellin, Colombia. You'd been "undercover" then, and though you hadn't danced with him, it makes you think...

"Okay, let's say we're at the club," you pose, with a sly smile. "It's 1983..."

You find the song "Too Shy" on your phone; quintessential 80s pop. The smooth riffs start playing. You get up to start vibing near him in the comfort of your living room. You're just swaying side to side with a little sensuous, playful bounce to your step, your hand movements simple.

Ben doesn't want to smile, but you're making it difficult as he lounges half across the couch.

"Come on. How would you slide up on me?" you taunt.

He arches a brow. "Slide?"

"You know what I mean. What was your move, huh?" you ask, teasing him with the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips in your yoga pants.

You saunter closer to him, beckoning him over to you. All the while you sing to yourself, "Too shy, shyyyy. Hush, hush, eye to eye..."

Ben rolls his eyes, reluctant to rise to your bait. But eventually, your teasing is too much for him to ignore. He pulls himself off the couch and comes up behind you.

He takes your hand while you're purposefully facing away from him, and smoothly turns you around, guiding you back into his arms like he's Fred Astaire. You utter a little gasp and grab onto his shoulders. Your gaze flicks up to his with a smile.

His lips curve as he looks down at you. He matches the vibe of the song as he moves along with you, but then he turns you around, holding you from behind with steady hands sliding down the curve of your waist. His strength is tempered just enough for you to feel it.

He gradually moves closer with every bounce of the beat, and soon every part of his body is molded to yours. Your hands fall over his as you subtly lean back against his chest.

He bows his head near your cheek, smiling, because he can hear your heart beating a little faster. His lips brush the shell of your ear.

"Gotcha."

AN: Once again, this turned into a little headcanon/imagine that I wasn't expecting. 🤣 Last post before I'm off on a trip all weekend! 💚

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eringobragh420 · 7 months ago

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¡! ❞ can you hold me? (4/5)

✘ pairing — damian priest ♥︎ f!reader ✘ summary — damian’s fiancée receives a head injury during a match resulting in amnesia. ✘ links — one. two. three. four. five. ✘ words — 3.5k ✘ warnings — nsfw. fingering (f receiving) 18+ ✘ notes — spanish translations at the end of the story provided by google translate. ✘ taglist — if you’d like to be added, please click here!

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DAY FOUR — CHRISTMAS EVE

A string of headaches kept you confined to your bedroom most of the day and into the evening on Christmas Eve. Your head had been sore from the fall itself off and on since leaving the hospital, but this was the first day you’d experienced throbbing pain encompassing your entire brain. You and Damian had been invited to an annual holiday party thrown by friends and colleagues, an event, you were told, you’d attended every year since the very first invitation, but Damian turned them down. They’d understood, multiple messages coming through wishing you a swift and successful recovery, and you’d asked Damian to thank them, whoever they were. You’d then rolled over, pressing your back to his side, using his bicep as a pillow, falling asleep quickly with a mouth open and ready to drool.

You awoke sometime later, reaching to the opposite side of the bed, Damian’s side, because you didn’t feel his warmth against you anymore—it was empty and cold. Opening your eyes, there was a soft lamp lit in the corner of the room, the television softly playing yet another Christmas movie. Decorations were scattered throughout the room, but nothing compared to the living room, and you took your time to sit up in bed. Your head, for the first time today, was essentially pain free. You felt a throb here and there, but they were tolerable.

What wasn’t tolerable was the fact that your memories were still avoiding you like the plague. You and Damian both thought you were making progress when you recognized Archie, but it hadn’t gone much further since. You’d spent yesterday going through your closet, touching your clothes, even putting some of them on, and doing the same to your shoe collection, which was quite extensive. When that didn’t work, you wandered throughout the house, passing your fingers over various surfaces, stopping to stare at photos or works of art. Nothing.

Rubbing your eyes, you considered the stress from the day before as the culprit for the headaches today. The turning of the bathroom doorknob stole your attention, and when you looked, those tired eyes of yours were instantly awake and alert, vision as sharp as it had ever been. Steam billowed out first, followed by a Puerto Rican god who looked like he was stepping straight out of an 80s music video. Again, his hair was soaked, curly and down, a few strands framing his handsome face, but he was shirtless, every muscle on display accentuated by tiny rivers slithering down each chiseled dip and valley. And as your eyes continued southward, you were rather disappointed to find a towel slung loosely around his trim hips, low enough to show off his drool-worthy Adonis belt and tight enough to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. Your thighs rubbed together like you were a fucking cricket, your pussy instantly responding to the surprising friction, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before you brought your breasts into the equation.

So much attention you were giving to Damian below his neck that you had no idea he’d been watching you the entire time you’d been watching him. And when your eyes met after what was probably an inappropriate amount of time of staring, you thought you should feel embarrassed and ashamed, that you should have looked away and melted into a puddle of self-pity. But you never took your gaze off him, your respirations increasing as your arousal did the same.

“See something you like?” Damian rumbled playfully. Oh, you really, really saw a lot of things you liked, and you gasped when he bent an elbow and flexed a bicep.

Swallowing, you replied with a surprisingly steady voice, “Maybe.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Damn, that hurts, gatita.”

You shrugged. “Stupid questions deserve stupid answers.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed and he regarded you for a moment. You’re coming back to me, he thought. Slowly, but you’re coming back to me. “Well, I’m happy to stand here as long as you need,” he boasted.

Leering at your fiancé, the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to think about them. “Well, since you’re just gonna stand there and look like … that … why don’t you tell me … about our sex life?” You expected embarrassment or a raging blush from one or both of you, but neither occurred.

Damian’s brows rose, smirk playing at his plump lips. He strutted toward you, your eyes exploring every inch of his body, curiously unashamed to be doing so in such a blatant manner. “I already told you sex is about 90% of our relationship,” he started. “It’s really … difficult for us to keep our hands off each other.” He was nearing the bed, and you were moving to your knees without noticing. “And we’ll do it anywhere,” he went on. “The beach, backstage at a show, fancy restaurant—” Oh, boy, did you want to hear that story, but you weren’t about to stop this one. “I am … madly, desperately, in love with you, and I can’t help but wanna show you every second of every day.” He was close enough you could feel his heat and smell the freshness of the shower, and you could even reach out and trace those Vs disappearing into his towel if you really wanted to. “And I really can’t help it that my love language is fucking.”

Your gaze rose to meet his, and the fire in his eyes was enough to set you ablaze. “What’s your favorite way to fuck me?” you whispered, not even considering your words before speaking.

Damian’s brows rose and he chuckled under his breath. “Uh … I love it when you ride me. I love looking at your pretty face when you use me to make yourself come.”

You bit your lip. “What’s my favorite?” you whispered.

Your fiancé took one step closer, and the bed shook when his legs came in contact with it. Your fingers itched to touch him—trace every single plane, ridge, and valley of his body, scratch your nails along his skin—while your lips screamed to kiss his tattoos and your mouth salivated thinking about licking every inch of him. Fuck, you wanted him bad, and yes, you’d always found him attractive, but you hadn’t wanted to wrap yourself around him as much as you did this instant.

Damian had no earthly idea what was happening—he was only here for it. He knew you still didn’t know him, but the physical attraction was very clearly still in play. He was semi-hard already, doing nothing to hide it, but he had no intention of acting on it. He felt like he would be taking advantage of you in some way. However, on the other hand, he decided, you were a grown woman, capable of making your own decisions. Your memories had been effected by the head injury, your personality only mildly, but nothing else. So he was prepared to let you drive this evening, and if it led to something intimate, he would do everything in his fucking power to make sure you remembered every moment for the rest of your life.

“You love it when I bend you over,” he rumbled, leaning down to just graze the stubble of his beard along your cheek, his words ghosting across your ear, sending a shiver down your spine—a shiver so violent, you gasped. “So I can spank your ass.” Your eyes rolled back before closing, your tongue passing over your lips. “And I can grab a handful of that hair and just …”

You pulled back—the second scraping of his beard on your skin opening the dam in your pussy—though not very far. Your noses touched, and Damian’s hand came up, thumb caressing your cheek bone. He was dying to kiss you, absolutely suffocating, but he refused to put pressure on you. Whatever was happening was happening at your pace and direction.

“Just …?” you breathed, eyes boring into his. You didn’t care if he finished his story anymore or not, you simply needed his lips on yours, but you weren’t sure you could make the first move.

Damian smirked. “—watch that back arch,” he went on, “listen to you beg for it … faster … harder …”

“Christ, Damian, just kiss me,” you sighed, sounding a little more frenzied than you would have liked, but it did the job.

His perfect lips collided with yours a little uncomfortably, but the hunger was too overwhelming. His strong arms wrapped around you as yours snaked around his neck. He tasted like toothpaste and a flavor indescribable—all you knew was you needed more, more, more. He teased your swollen lips with the tip of his tongue, and you instantly granted him entrance into your mouth. More of that zest, and his tongue was even more talented than you’d anticipated, simply exploring every corner of your mouth. At one point, your lips detached, but your tongues continued to flick against one another, and you sighed, hands sliding down his firm chest. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad, but should you really fall into bed with someone you technically didn’t know? Yes, you had a history, but you didn’t remember it, save for Archie and the muscle memory that correlated to Damian’s birthday.

Fucking hell, did you overthink this much before the head injury? Just go with it, you told yourself. You wanted him, he clearly wanted you, and there was nothing wrong with either fact.

As if reading your mind—or maybe he could feel the shift in the atmosphere—he severed the electrifying connection of your lips and tongues, pressing your faces together as you both caught your breath. “We can stop,” he panted, hot, minty breath rushing over your skin. “I don’t wanna—”

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, all but clawing at his chest. “Please don’t stop.”

What kind of fiancé would Damian be if he didn’t obey his future wife, he mused. The kissing continued as he delicately laid you back on the bed, the towel around his waist still somehow maintaining its position. He made a split-second decision to not try to fit between your legs—what if you closed them? Or worse, what if it killed the mood entirely and you never felt comfortable with him this way again? Instead, he laid his big body next to yours, so talented and capable as to get you into a cozy position without once breaking the kiss or even accidentally pulling your hair.

You didn’t remember ever kissing him before, but there was also a feeling of nostalgia—maybe your brain didn’t remember, but your body did. You and Damian were in sync as far as where and when your hands touched the other, or where your kisses landed, or how easily it was to find one another’s spots. You had no idea it was there, but your lips latched onto the junction at Damian’s neck and shoulder, and the man threw his head back and roared like a goddamn lion. You giggled, grabbing a handful of his wet hair so you could bring his mouth back to yours, and suddenly it was as if you had unleashed an animal inside him. He pulled you closer to him, on your side, and his hand grabbed your ass, squeezing, before it slid south to your thigh, which he then yanked over his hip.

Yes, you wanted this. Well, you had wanted this. Without warning, things had gotten out of hand. You’d begged him not to stop, that was true, but you’d been referring to the kissing, and, considering your current position, you probably should have made that a bit clearer. You worried he would be upset, possibly even angry, but you weren’t ready. Not for this.

“Wait,” you breathed, pressing a hand to his chest, severing the kiss at the same time. So many scenarios played in your mind within seconds—one where he didn’t stop, one where he stopped and was pissed off, one where he stopped and got embarrassed, one where he stopped and—

He looked at you, transparently shocked, and he held up a hand. You wondered briefly if raising his hand was some sort of defense mechanism or something he did because he thought it calmed you down? He took a few breaths as you carefully removed your leg from his hip, backing up only a little so he didn’t think you feared him because you truly didn’t, but you needed to put some distance between your body and his impressive erection tenting the towel.

“I’m so sorry,” he finally exhaled.

“No,” you said, “it’s me.”

“I thought—”

“I know. That’s my fault. I didn’t mean to—”

“I would never—”

“Okay, stop!” you interrupted maybe a little more aggressively than you had anticipated, and you weren’t trying to just stop him from talking. “I wanted this, Damian.” You cradled one side of his face, his eyes downcast, looking everywhere but at you. “I do want this. I just … I don’t know if I’m ready for …”

Damian nodded, still not meeting your gaze. He’d gotten carried away, he knew that as soon as he’d grabbed your leg. He hadn’t been able to control himself, which was no excuse—what kind of person did that make him? What kind of a man? What kind of a fiancé? You and he had taken so many steps forward—how many would this incident cost you?

“I wanna keep kissing you,” you continued breathlessly, and this finally brought his eyes to yours. “I mean … I kinda feel like I wanna kiss you forever. And it doesn’t make sense to me. Well, it does, but it doesn’t. I’m sorry, I’m probably just babbling. I—I just … I want you, Damian.” His petrified irises instantly softened and he raised his hand to cover yours on his face. “But—”

“Listen,” Damian gently, thankfully, interfered in your chaotic ramblings. Your mouth clamped closed. “I understand. We both kinda …” You stared at him, hanging on every word, fully prepared to dissect each one. “But … and I’m just putting this out there. Feel free to say no or slap me or send me to the couch or all of the above.” He smirked, though your heart tingled a bit at the preface. “If you want to, there are … plenty of other ways for me to … make you feel good.” His rich tone, that smoke on velvet timbre, was one hundred percent successful in relaxing your body to its very core. He scooted a bit closer, moving much like molasses, which you assumed was him giving you every opportunity to push him away. Your head tilted, though, as you became enchanted by Damian’s chocolate eyes, his nose grazing your cheek, and there was that sensation of sedation again.

“I could use one of your toys on you,” he suggested. Your eyes fluttered as you played that particular image in your mind. “Or I could use my fingers …” You noticed his hands weren’t even on you at this point—just the tip of his nose still kissing your cheek, which you nuzzled back against him. “I could use my mouth …”

“Your fingers,” you decided without thinking. He pulled away to meet your eyes. “I can’t stop kissing you, but I want—”

His mouth claimed yours, putting you and your incoherency out of its misery, and he lowered you back to the mattress. You found that perfect harmony again so easily, lips moving in unison, tongues trading dominance, and he swallowed your groan as his hand snuck under your shirt, splaying across your belly. His skin was so hot and rough, a stark contrast from the smooth, cool rings on his fingers. He left his hand there a moment, and you assumed he was testing the waters. You tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth, granting the unasked question, and his hand finally started moving south.

“If you want me to stop,” Damian mumbled against your lips.

“I know,” you whispered, tugging his mouth back to yours.

His hand continued on, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, and you were suddenly so incredibly thankful you’d shaved recently. Damian’s middle finger slid down and between your folds, slipping around your clit, and your back arched every bit of three feet off the bed. More or less. Damian sighed, the sound laced with relief, as his fingers continued making slow circles around the bundle of nerves that had you coming utterly unglued.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Damian mumbled into your mouth. “I was worried you wouldn’t …” He trailed off.

You clutched his jaw, pushing him away just enough to look him dead in the eye. “Me too,” you whispered, “but clearly—” You glanced down at his length, which was still poking impressively against the towel. You had an urge to just lift the towel and confirm what you already knew to be true—that he was huge, and you’d probably made the right decision avoiding letting him inside you—but you didn’t. “—we were both worried about nothing.”

He kissed you again, stealing a moan and a sigh, giving one in return when you rolled her hips against his fingers. That long, thick middle finger of his skidded further down your clit until your pussy all but absorbed it. Your jaw dropped, a feminine whine escaping your lips, and you had one arm around Damian’s neck and the other hand was cupping his face, holding him as closely to you as was physically possible. He chuckled wickedly as he curled his finger, effortlessly finding another spot, sending your back arching again. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this for you—you couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done it for you, including yourself—but you knew deep down, somewhere, that Damian did it the best. He was attentive, talented, with many tricks up his sleeve with regard to finger movement and placement as well the fine art of kissing. He had only one goal: to make you come as hard as he ever had before, and if he continued the way he was, that would happen sooner rather than later.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, the irony of those two words not lost on you. “Please.”

“I got you, sweet girl,” Damian promised, simply petting and teasing that spot within you like he’d been there before, many, many times. He kissed your lips before moving to your cheek, earlobe, and neck. “Te tengo.” You didn’t know what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it for the rest of your life, and your hips seemed to agree as they undulated, rolling in ways you didn’t even know you were capable of.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped suddenly. Surely you’d never reached orgasm this quickly before, but there it was, building deep within your belly, tightening your lower back as your hips accelerated. “Please, Damian, I’m gonna come …”

“Yes,” Damian sighed, burying his face in your neck just in case he started blubbering like a fool right before he made you come. You knew his name, yes, he’d heard you say it since the injury, but nothing compared to the breathlessness with which you moaned it during such an intimate moment.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, your fiancé’s thumb flicking at your clit, and with each flick you repeated the obscenity. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

And just before you did, you lifted Damian’s face to yours so you could secure his lips, and therefore secure the impending mind-blowing orgasm. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d come, but you’d bet your life savings—wait, did you even have savings?—that this was the ultimate orgasm. The best you’d ever had. The wettest you’d ever been.

Speaking of wet … Damian delicately removed his fingers from your pussy, the squelching of your juices the loudest sound in the entire universe, just before the sound of the waistband of your panties smacking against your skin. Your lips separated with an equally lewd noise and you watched with blown pupils as he lifted his soaked hand to his mouth, his own black eyes meeting yours. “Do you mind?” he growled.

You licked your lips, blinking. “Only if you share.”

Damian tilted his head before shaking it, smirking, and he tapped the drenched tip of his middle finger along your lower lip. You sucked the digit into your mouth, tasting him, tasting you, tasting the flavor that was both of you, twisting your tongue in every direction to make sure you didn’t leave a drop behind. Once you had the finger completely clean of your delicious—if you did say so yourself—essence, he pulled his thumb into his mouth, the one that had been massaging your aching clit, and his cheeks hollowed. You’d never seen anything sexier (that you could remember) than Damian Priest, your fiancé, sucking your cum off his own thumb.

“So sweet,” he mumbled, your lips coming together in something soft, something needy, something electric, and something goddamn addicting.

✘ Gatita — Kitten ✘ Te tengo — I've got you

#wwe #damian priest #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #damian priest x reader #smut #damian priest smut #damian priest kinklist #damian priest imagine #damian priest fanfic #wwe fandom #wwe fic

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hbheavensent · 3 months ago

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Asmodeus/Fizz

Teehee my blue boy and my second favorite clown :33 My thoughts/reasons for changes below the cut!

I'll start with Ozzie first because I don't even really mind his original design, I just dislike his head looking bug-like and sorta awkward. I DID love his drag fashion style so I wanted to keep most of that. I also wanted to limit his colors a bit to give his look a touch more focus.

In regards to his outfit I wanted to play into a bondage sort of aesthetic with the ribbons. I imagine they shoot out to grab people while also constraining him, adding in some body horror to the whole thing. I was also thinking that he is affectively blind which is apart of his punishment after falling from grace for trying to consort with Raphael repeatedly. He is the fifth to fall just after Mammon does. Something I also want to change is how Succubi come about, rather than being made by Ozzie like how Satan made the Imps, Succubi are a product of his ring and humans becoming more and more lustful. They spawn in at first as opposed to being made and are unable to carry children but can breed with others as long as they carry the child. No "Pure Succubi" has blood related parents. Succubi I also think have a slightly longer lifespan of an average 150 years vs an Imp's 80 years, though they show no signs of aging until they die. Other than that, Lust is really similar to the show.

Ozzie in my version has the best intentions most of the time, his sin is the weakest because it impacts his and others day to day lives the least arguably. Ozzie at his worst is committing adultery and cheating but if he has a partner who is FINE with him being like that? It's no big deal. Not to mention a lot of people in Hell are sex positive, rarely is anyone clutching their pearls about these things. This sort of laxness is what gives Ozzie a skewed perception on the other Sins, sure he understands compulsions because he has them just as strongly but it's not actively ruining his quality of life like it would for Mammon or Belphegor. In this way it's caused a lot of friction between him and the other sins with the exception of Beelzebub, who they only hang out once in a blue moon since she's always busy. Ozzie is also one of the sins who very heavily interacts with the "lower class" of demons, seen as approachable but not in the same way Bee is. He for sure floats above things a bit but he's known to have relationships with just about anyone, often coming back home to just one person. This is where we get into his relationship to Fizz. They're not toxic by any means, Ozzie and him communicate well all things considered. Naturally they did meet through Mammon requesting the sex bots, because frankly Mammon does NOT want to handle any of that and knows Ozzie would.

Through multiple meetings and measurements Fizz/Ozzie started having flings which turned into a more stable relationship. Fizz doesn't mind that Ozzie messes with other people and the power dynamic between them rarely comes into play in their personal lives. Rather, the reason Fizz and Ozzie avoid public stuff is due to Fizz being uncomfortable with other people's observations about them. To Ozzie this is something he's experienced thousands of times. That's the thing though isn't it? Ozzie has had this kind of relationship with a mortal creature over and over again. He's a wonderful partner, supportive and kind- but in 60-80 years when Fizz gets old and dies? How long will it take for Ozzie to forget him? To forget the moments they had?

He's forgotten others, so.. what makes Fizz different?

He's not.

That's where their main conflict comes from, Fizz already feels insignificant unless he's performing and getting that external validation. So much of Fizz is wanting a legacy, wanting people to know him and look up to him. Fizz, at his core, is insecure unless he's in the limelight and peacocking or acting. To know that he is a blip in eons of time to Ozzie and someday that he won't matter to the person he loves most? That sucks. I want his arc to focus on that though admittedly I have some more writing to do there. For Fizz's new outfit I really just wanted to have him.. perform in his bosses colors. Because why would be represent Ozzie on Mammon's stage??? EVER??? Not that he can't have his cannon look/outfits since I borderline changed nothing and I like his design a lot :P

Anyway, here's the lineup as per usual! I'll be adding my four Angel OCs before moving to the Hazbin Hotel side of things :)

#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva redesign #hbheavensentdesigns #helluva boss ozzie #fizzarolli #fizz helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss art #art #I'm so excited to talk about Mammon guys. I like. Cannot contain myself about it... my green machine...

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its-tkdb-yall · 6 days ago

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got tempted to write an analysis of yuri's character for shits and giggles because there are some things that i just cannot stop thinking about lmao

spoilers for episode 14, so it's under the cut (bonus for rant about episode 13 tohma at the bottom)

first of all: i am not a licensed medical professional. i've taken a couple courses in psychology as well as having a general immense interest in mental health as a whole, but i am by no means an expert. everything i note in this is based upon personal experience and what i know of the situations at hand (from vague backstory to symptoms and so on)

okay, with the disclaimer out of the way

in my personal opinion, i don't think yuri is as "pathetic (affectionate)" as a lot of the community makes him out to be. sure, he can be a wet rat sometimes, but it's not any more than some of the other characters. honestly, he feels like one of the least pathetic characters out of the bunch for a number of reasons. 1) crying, to me, makes a man more a man than those emotionally stunted. a male character feels more pathetic if he can't show emotion. 2) if what he speaks is true THIS MAN HAS A FUCKING DOCTORATE BEFORE COMING TO DARKWICK??? even with nicolas, they refer to him as "professor" and not "doctor" - which, in my experience, "doctor" is more preferred over "professor" as a title even in academic settings. (also in my experience, people with doctorates tend to prefer being referred to as "doctor" as a title regardless of subject. obviously something something not all people) which means that he could quite literally be the only legitimate doctor on campus and that all or most of the medical staff is doing so on limited education/illegally/unlicensed lmao 3) being shy of physical contact does not makes someone pathetic

this man, like many ghouls, is trauma personified. like. jfc he's got a lot of traits seen in people with emotional neglect/sheltering as well as the dreaded "gifted kid syndrome"

his need to constantly be right and inability to admit to being wrong can stem from a few sources such as: being praised as a "gifted kid" growing up, a lack of attention from parental or guardian figures, and emotional sheltering being "overly emotional" not typically seen in AMABs can come from emotional neglect or not facing toxic masculinity from family but from peers instead (the "behavior" was never learned, therefore outcasting him emotionally from other students) being shy or surprised of physical intimacy can come from not experiencing it growing up, or from bad experiences in the past. (what i could see happening is that he's shy of physical contact because of bad experiences in frostheim. being close to jin, i can imagine a lot of general students trying to use him to get closer to jin; so feigned affections could be a likely answer). i can fully imagine that if he was completely comfortable with a person's presence that he'd be willing to initiate contact unprompted or by himself - even if he finds it embarrassing.

he wants people to recognize his achievements and all of the hard work he's put in to be where he is, but got ridicule instead. ofc he's grumpy all the time, pretty sure anyone would be. he was never taught the social skills to approach people with a more open mind in conversation.

i think if he was nurtured better growing up, he'd be less defensive and more accepting of himself (lack of self-esteem covered by overconfidence). like. this guy essentially created a cure for autoimmune conditions and considered it a failure because it didn't turn out to be a cure for all curses. excuse me sir??? that's a huge thing???

a big downside to the ridicule he faced from his peers in frostheim is that i'm 80% certain that he is either consciously or subconsciously manipulating jiro. we've seen that he can adjust jiro's medication safely for longer periods of time with little side effects perfectly fine. i think he wants to be relied on/be considered as reliable, and purposefully keeps jiro's medication short-lasting. though we, as readers, can see the jiro would still stick around anyways, yuri cannot. he's blinded by trauma and constantly being told that he was impossible to be around for his general attitude keeps him from being honest about this particular situation. (this is all speculation, not confirmed)

okay rant over. tl;dr: yuri is not pathetic, affectionate or not, but a traumatized genius with low self-esteem.

NOT RELATED TO YURI BUT STILL MENTAL HEALTH RELATED: IM SO FUCKING PISSED AT LEO FOR TRYING TO LORD ANXIETY MEDICATION OVER TOHMA'S HEAD?? like holllyyy shit. i used to take alprazolam (AKA FUCKING XANAX ONE OF THE MOST COMMON ANTI ANXIETY MEDICATIONS OUT THERE) and while the side effects did more harm than good in me, it's done wonders for my mom. also. in the treatment psychosomatic symptoms, YKNOW LIKE HIS FUCKING HEADACHES. these symptoms and pain ARE REAL. it's not in your head, it's not faked or made up. this is real pain that your body creates in response to extreme stress.

is there a chance he could have an addiction? yes, there is. THAT STILL PISSES ME OFF BECAUSE ADDICTION IS NOT A CHOICE AND SHOULD NOT BE VILIFIED IN THE WAY LEO IS USING IT??? who fucking cares if he has an addiction, he should be getting help for it not blackmailed omfgggg it pisses me off

if you suffer from addiction, you aren't alone and you're not a bad person for it. addiction is a serious mental health condition, and if you're keen on treating your addiction, seeing a therapist and psychiatrist can do wonders!

if you suffer from somatization disorder (severe psychosomatic responses to stress/anxiety/depression), your pain is real! it's not in your head! you can't just will it away! the best way to treat it is to consult a mental health professional and figure out the root cause of the somatic responses.

OKAY RANT FINALLY OVER

#tokyo debunker #tkdb #tdb #cw mental health #yuri isami #tohma ishibashi #man that was a rant and a half #but i could not get these thoughts outta my head #so instead of writing i did this lmao

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miyagi-hokarate · 14 days ago

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Hi Antimony! What are some of your personal Lawrusso headcanons? I'm curious🤔

Hiii!!!

Random Lawrusso headcanons and thoughts I have:

Daniel is bisexual, Johnny is gay but Very Repressed About It (we could fix that)

While I imagine Johnny has had a terrible (but unrealized) crush on Daniel since the beach, it wasn't until around Halloween when Johnny basically forgot about Ali and spent his energy focused solely on Daniel's ass. getting beat of course

As per a textpost I made before, I do headcanon that Johnny asked around the school about Daniel because he's a gay loser

HONESTLY, I'M A SUCKER FOR PROLONGED YEARNING, PINING, LONGING, ETC. SO WHILE I QUITE LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE IMAGINE THEM AS A HIGH SCHOOL COUPLE AND SUCH, I ALSO REVEL IN THE UNFULFILLED QUALITY OF THEIR MUTUAL ATTRACTION AND DESIRE UNACKNOWLEDGED HAHAHAHAHA

I want those two to suffer whenever they think about the other

THAT BEING SAID ☝️ even I am not immune to fluffy Lawrusso

Daniel is perfect tippy toes kiss height... just saying...

Johnny has unfortunately not experienced the joys of Cuddling With His Boyfiend Daniel LaRusso. In my heart, I hope he does someday

As someone who's always pictured Johnny to have a constant crush on Daniel and more often than not able to handle it well, I think Daniel himself is a little crazy for Johnny back, especially if they get together. Kind of have to when you're dating your former bully/karate rival anyway 💀

As far as CK era Lawrusso: Daniel should teach Johnny how to chop certain vegetables and fish Ghost-style. For me

Johnny and Daniel are the type to be arguing and snipping at each other one second and then make out from the foreplay of it the next which is canon

Honestly, I can't help but imagine older Johnny finally with Daniel as being lowkey highkey pathetic; after 30+ years of repressed longing and gay obsession finally fulfilled, Johnny becoming nothing more than a clingy, possessive guard dog wet beast boyfriend is hard to reject

And like Daniel is any better. Guy would climb Johnny like a tree 24/7 if he could

I think Johnny (even at a younger age) would stumble at first with the typical romantic expressions of love — especially with a man (one he's been thinking of for years) — but Daniel is more than receptive to receive, encourage, and express them back hehehehe

Listen. Johnny had done this already in canon. He would absolutely continue to slap Daniel's ass if they were in a relationship as well.

Daniel, keep your dog (Johnny) on a leash (wedding ring)

I know there's some contention among who'd keep their surname, if they hyphenate it, etc. in a Lawrusso marriage. In any which way, I think it'd be funny if Johnny would starting Daniel "Lawrence"

Regardless of whether I imagine Daniel and Johnny getting together during the 80s, the 2010s, or inbetween, I think they'd always have their challenges overcoming personal traumas and even past strife (Johnny's chains to Cobra Kai teachings, Daniel's history with hiding problems from those he cares about, etc.). But nevertheless, they're always finding themselves back together in some way. They'd always make it out and united in the end

#Not exactly what you asked but thanks anyway!!!#Ask On Ask Off #Anon #Lawrusso

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borealopelta · 2 years ago

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doing this btw. forgot how much i loved this book!!!

NEED 2 reread the master and margarita in 2024 ‼️

#reading it when i'm ivan nikolaevich's age is great imagine if all that (misha berlioz death & assoc. shenanigans) happened to me #i would also handle it normally #i'm only 80 pages in but i'm experiencing constant euphoria about this book. i love bulgakov's style i love remembering how much i loved it #ten years ago when i was a baby child #srb #veni veni

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lunarliyah · 2 months ago

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water sign sun + moon (not so sugar coated)

Scorpio sun

These people can have a need to be in control. They can talk over people in the workplace and prefer to do things on their own. This doesn’t sound like a problem at first but it can lead to them sabotaging their relationships and to them feeling very alienated. Especially being ruled by Pluto, they could often feel misunderstood and alone. Learning to allow partnership would help a-lot.

Scorpio moon

These people are prone to having unhealthy attachments. They can allow people and habits that are detrimental due to them not knowing how to let go and moving on. Some could call this loyalty but it’s really obsession. Especially being a fixed sign, it’s difficult for them to move on and accept change.

Pisces sun

These people are prone to living a false reality which leads to them becoming stagnant to others. What I mean by this is, they can be the type of people to imagine or constantly talk about what they are going to have/achieve/become yet make no actions towards anything. They truly believe that they can manifest with no action and wonder why they are not progressing.

Pisces moon

These people are prone to escapism. These people are prone to wanting to be under the influence of substances. Only to escape from reality especially when experiencing negative emotions. Without it they make have trouble handling emotions on their own.

Cancer sun

These people are prone to moodiness which may cause the people around them to walk on egg shells or even be emotionally drained. They could wake up on the wrong side of the bed and carry that same attitude to work. Someone could cut them off on the road and that would ruin their entire afternoon and with the attitude they have they could ruin other people’s afternoon as well.

Cancer moon

These people are prone to picking up peoples emotions. You could say they are empathetic but there are cons to being that way. If someone were to vent to them, cancer moon people would put themselves in that situation to understand the other person. Only problem is, they do this with 80% of their interactions with others.

#astrology tumblr #astro notes #astrology observations #astrologynotes #astro.txt #rising sign #sun #astrology forecast #spirituality #moon #cancer placements #scorpio placements #pisces placements #watersigns

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mistresslynndramione · 5 days ago

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In a horrific twist of fate, your is how I had Star Wars spoiled for me. I genuinely didnt know. I watched the first movie last week and was planning to watch the second one this week. I have consumed no star wars content nor ever really cared to, so I avoided spoilers by way of general disinterest 😭

Anyway, great fic. Shame you’re a zionist so I wont be continuing, but love the concept. I love your writing about oppression and bigotry and the dehumanization of people, I just wish you could see how that is currently happening to Palestinians.

The Empire Strikes Back came out in 1981 and the lore is considered common knowledge. Sorry, but that's on you.

However, I can empathize. I had Planet of the Apes spoiled for me because I watched Spaceballs. Imagine that! But I'm not going to write hate mail to Mel Brooks because Spaceballs is a work of art and I still enjoyed Planet of the Apes.

Aside from that, I haven't gotten hate mail or hate comments for being Jewish in a while. Usually, I just delete them. But I'll address this one because it's been a while.

Maybe the recent Israel-Iran War inspired you? Who knows.

Yes. You are expressing hate against Jews. And yes, you are declaring your intention to boycott Jews when you state: "Shame you’re a zionist so I wont be continuing"

That's xenophobic and it's antisemitic.

I know you think anti-Zionism isn't antisemitism but did you know that you're repeating an idea invented by the KGB to specifically persecute Soviet Jews and advance their anti-west, pro-Communist, pan-Arabist agenda?? The USSR invented "I'm anti-Zionist not antisemitic" so they could sanitize Jew hatred for a nation that considered discrimination against a race or religion to be wrong.

And you've been manipulated into regurgitating it.

Folks would know this if they listened to Jews discuss antisemitism. Many of us know our history. But most don't bother listening to us. They rely on tik tok and memes.

80-95% of Jews are Zionists, did you know that? Probably not. And there's a reason the vast majority of Jews are Zionists. There's a reason Zionism is critical to Jewish identity.

Zionism is Jewish self-determination.

Zionism is an indigenous peoples' movement.

Zionism is Jewish liberation.

Zionism saved Jews from genocide multiple times after the Holocaust.

Zionism is the only successful decolonization movement in history (that I can think of). It's when the oppressed successfully beat off their oppressors: Christians, Muslims, and yes, Palestinians.

I will never be ashamed of being a Zionist. Ever.

I will always be loud and proud. Zionism is a core part of Jewish identity. I will never be silenced. And by speaking up and educating my daughters and my community, I'm ensuring that the Jew haters in fandom will never silence the next generation of Jews.

Maybe someone lied to you about what Zionism is and that's why you think it's evil. People that hate Jews told you that Zionism - Jewish liberation - is a slur.

So, you're not listening to what the vast majority of Jews think. And when you write this DM to me, you're goy-splaining Jewish identity to Jews instead of listening to our lived experiences about the discrimination we face and - specifically - how and why Zionism is critical to Jewish identity.

You know you just learned about this conflict recently and are uneducated about it. You know you don't know which river and which sea people are screaming about. But my family, my friends and my people have been living this conflict for several decades and paid for it in blood, sweat and tears.

Don't you think you should be listening to what we have to say?

You yourself said: "I love your writing about oppression and bigotry and the dehumanization of people"

Ya think?

Where do you think that ability to write about oppression, bigotry and dehumanization comes from? It comes from experiencing antisemitism for decades. Including from people in fandom, including from DM's such as yours.

You state: "I just wish you could see how that is currently happening to Palestinians."

Do you have any idea what my bio means? Two states for two peoples? Lots of misinformed bigots in fandom didn't.

So I wrote about it here.

And... do you see what is currently happening to Jews around the world and how YOU have been manipulated into contributing to it?

Probably not.

But I implore you to learn.

It's certainly a lot easier to do when you can hide behind the safety of internet anonymity.

I made a choice to speak out against a hostile, Jew hating fandom, and I knew I would pay for it as a well-known Dramione writer because unlike you, I don't have the luxury of being an anonymous reader, free to send hate mail to Jews without consequence.

Jews are only 0.02% of the world's population. We still haven't recovered our pre-Holocaust population. That is what a genocide looks like.

You're probably from the United States. We're only 2% of the population in the United States. We can't convince Americans like yourself that you're creating a permissive structure for your Jewish neighbors to be abused, terrorized, physically assaulted and murdered. Contrary to popular belief, we don't have that power, we don't control the media, and we don't control the government.

Whether or not YOUR COUNTRY is a country that devolves into antisemitism and bigotry is up to you. In America, it's up to the 98% of the people that are not Jews, and whether they decide to speak up for what is right, what is moral, and what is ethical.

Or whether they choose to remain silent and contribute to the very bigotry they claim to abhor.

If you're going to have a major takeaway from this post, here it is;

Despite claiming to listen to the lived experiences of minorities, Jew haters in fandom don't listen to Jews, and abuse them under the guise of anti-Zionism. 80-95% of Jews are Zionists. So whatever you say about Zionists? You're saying that about 80-95% of an oppressed minority currently under attack in every single country they live in.

The Jew haters in fandom can eat me. As with the past 1.5 years, I will continue to speak up about antisemitism in fandom, and I will continue to write and draw Dramione and do whatever I want to do. Butterfly is in progress. I will write and I will post. Much as they wish differently, the Jew haters in fandom have no power over me. And:

SPACEBALLS 2 IS COMING IN 2027.

#antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #anti zionisim #antisemitism in fandom #spaceballs 2

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