#is just juvenile and meanspirited

[pinkvitaminwater]

Most of the time I love having a leadership position at my school. It's great, we do really cool things, and we have a lot of fun! But every now and again I have to be the leader™️ and take on an uncomfortable job and have to confront someone over some fucking bullshit and God I fucking hate it.

Why did I do this??? Who the fuck put me in charge???

Sending one email that's a tad confrontational makes me want to vomit. I have a literal puke bucket next to me. I've been pacing all fucking night avoiding this one goddamn email I have to send.

[noisytenant]

People talk about being taken aback by folks with discourse words in their bios being adults and not teens but I just got a months old 7 note post reblogged by someone who is in their 40s and does NOT want you near them if you draw south park yaoi. So yknow really we all go through life at our own paces

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry react if beloved wanted to have an abortion because she wasn't ready for a baby?

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Oh, this man could be entirely pro-choice until it's his kid.

Privately, behind closed doors or in specially chosen, likeminded company, I see Terry Silver as a man who enjoys crude, juvenile locker-room humor. Humor concerning making lovers sign NDA's. Paying them to 'scrape it out' at a private gynecologists at private clinics, of course, at his beck, call and under his strict oversight, without such incidents needing to ever even take place because he's too careful to slip up, but hey --- he can joke about it. Contractually obligating them to take contraceptives he chose for them, for as long as he wants them to because 'Mr. Silver is very particular and doesn't enjoy unpredictable outcomes beyond his control'. He's very much cold as an iceberg, business-like and practical like that when he wants to be. Did I said he's pro-choice up there? Yeah. More like, the choices are whatever he says they are, especially if he isn't invested emotionally and sees someone as a temporary arrangement.

He's too smart to compromise himself.

Once the 80's and the 90's come to an end, and dark comedy of this variety doesn't fly as much as it used to decades prior --- and knowing that and strategically adapting to it like a chameleon, he might just pose himself into the other extreme of the political spectrum and present himself as a New Age Californian upper crust Liberal type that supports someone's and everyone's right to choose loud and proud when the situation calls for it because he's just that equitable and perfectly Democractic. Ain't he wonderful? The scheduled Vegan brunch at nine o'clock is there, clapping, collectively impressed and in awe of him while he pretends to be humble faced with their attentions. Don't you know Mr. Silver is an egalitarian saint who donated high-end medical equipment to several Planned Parenthoods across the State, renovating just as many urban hospitals this month alone?'

And then it's beloved who wants to visit one of said facilities --- oh, the irony.

Suddenly, the man who was making abortion and Vietnam baby killing jokes decades ago and snickering like a meanspirited little kid and then doing a 180 degree shift and possibly hypocritically advocating for human rights the very next decade to acquire the status of a social champion both disappear so something else can take their place; a man who absolutely won't compromise and does the exact opposite of everything he's been broadcasting all his life; he wants to keep the baby. Will keep the baby. Is baffled, angry, distraught and perturbed beloved ever considered not having it. And there's just about nothing anyone can do to dissuade him from ensuring his legacy comes into the World by any means necessary. He advocated choices. He joked around too. It was funny then --- now ow it ain't funny anymore. He stopped laughing. Oh, did he ever. All the choices but one dried over too.

[thenixkat]

Just... the knowledge that Ted Kord was completely ooc in Justice League International b/c the writers legit didn't give a shit about him and stated that they made him a joke on record when interviewed has me side-eyeing his whole friendship with Booster Gold.

Like, I'd like to belive in their friendship it seems neat.

But if the person that Booster Gold was friends with was only Ted in name and looks only... and most of their books that highlight their friendship are in or referencing runs where Ted very much wasn't Ted. Then I have a hard time believing in it.

Especially if Ted acts like a different person (ie much more juvenile) with Booster and he didn't act like that with any of the other characters he considers his best friends or lovers in runs where I can trust his characterization more.

Like Ted aint act like that with Takamoto or Dan. Or Melody or Tracey. Sure, man can be a goof, is chatty, and jokes at the worst times for levity's sake but he wasn't out there pulling childish and downright mean and wasteful pranks on people.

Idk, I just don't trust the run like that and I called it b4 I found out about the interview with how hard JLI kept going on with that meanspirited Ted is a loser shit.

[howling-harpy]

Hi! I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could write a bit of winnix? Maybe when they're back state side after the war and living together and Dick finally "breaks" from his PTSD and Lew has to help him? Thank you!

Word count: 1992 A/N: These drabbles have never been drabbles, have they? And it’s getting more and more out of hand. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one!

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It was so late at night that even the punishing August heat was easing off when Dick was driving them home from the Nixon family home. Lewis was too drunk to sit straight even in a car, but the familiar pleasant numbness that whiskey brought was worth it. Dick was quiet as he drove, but Lewis knew he was extremely aware of him, and something about that thought brought him a wave of juvenile satisfaction.

“You okay?” Dick asked carefully when they had left the house behind far enough not to see even the lights anymore. Lewis rested his forehead against the window and huffed. “Yeah, just dandy.” Despite his stingy tone, Dick kept talking calmly and going through the same points he always did on nights like this. “I’m sorry it got like that again. It shouldn’t be like that among family.” Notions like that were something Lewis despised the most. He knew how it was and there was no helping it, and if you asked his honest opinion them being family was what made it what is was. “Phah. You still don’t know us very well then, huh? It’s always like that and it’s never going to change.” “Maybe distance will do you good, huh? Some time for yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t… drink so much then either,” Dick suggested with a carefully light voice as he made his little suggestions. Lewis was quiet for a moment. “Are you going to judge me too?” The mere suggestion made Dick start and he threw Lewis a wounded look. “No! Of course not, but I worry about you.” “Worrying isn’t going to change shit.” It felt weirdly good to swear at Dick even though it never got a rouse out of him. Lewis felt like stomping his foot and throwing something, and even if Dick didn’t swear back, there was a tightening on his face. The summer night was dark and the road was empty for the most part, but a pickup truck passed them. The heavy smell of its bitter exhaust whiffed into the car through the cracked window, and for a moment the noise from the truck drowned out the radio. Dick squeezed the wheel tighter. “Well,” he began again, forcefully calm and cheerful, “when we move away, you’ll see.” “Oh my god, Dick,” Lewis groaned. The urge to stomp increased. “You think the old man will let me? Seriously, it’s a nice thought, but it’s never going to happen.” Dick frowned and didn’t say anything for a moment. His forced cheer seemed to have evaporated, and Lewis felt a mean sort of satisfaction about that. “But… But you’ve said… We’ve talked about it?” Dick uncertainly started. Lewis rolled his eyes. Usually he liked how direct and down to earth Dick was, but his tendency to accept everything at face value was also a flaw. “Yeah, talking is nice. Wishing is nice too, I’ve only done it ever since I was a kid. It doesn’t actually do anything, but it’s nice.” Dick didn’t speak again but made a small noise in the back of his throat, and then jumped the breaks. For a moment Lewis looked for a deer on the road or in the corn fields but saw nothing, and then Dick was steering the car on the side of the road. They stopped, and Dick hastily shifted the gear off. The engine was still on and rumbling under them. There was no deer, and Lewis turned to Dick, frowning. Dick had a strange closed off expression on his face and both his hands still squeezed the wheel, his knuckles pale. He was taking shallow, pained breaths through his nose and staring ahead, blinking rapidly and a crease between his brows. Lewis could only stare. “Dick?” “You promised,” Dick said quietly before Lewis could say anything more. His voice was thin and nothing like his usual stern manner, but small and accusing in a way Lewis hadn’t ever heard before. “You said we’d leave. You know that I… I have tried to tell you how much it would mean to me, and… You really never even considered it? Why’d you lie to me like that?!” “I’m not lying,” Lewis hurried to deny. The thought was alien to him. He’d never lie to Dick, that was one of the cornerstones of their friendship since day one: they never had to lie to each other. “But you know I can’t. I just… I can’t!” “You could!” Dick snapped, his voice rising so suddenly that Lewis flinched back. Dick was still talking to the road, and words were pouring out in a rush like a dam had broken, bitterer and bitterer. “You’re an adult and you could make your own decisions if you only tired! But you never do, and I’m so sick and tired of just – “ Suddenly Dick fell silent, like he had caught himself just in time before he said too much. Lewis shuddered. Every word had felt like a vicious needle, and having been stung by so many he was sitting up with his back rigid, his head suddenly clear and in fear of what more was to come. He leaned on the car door like a cornered animal who wished to fall through it and disappear into the field. Dick shook his head. “I’m just so… So tired of everything. I just want out. I need to get out,” he said, fidgeting anxiously with his hands squeezing and loosening on the wheel. “Also, can’t you smell that? Where even are we?” he muttered, more and more to himself as he looked around the empty road and the fields on both sides. Those words made an alarm go off in Lewis’ head. “We’re on the road home,” he replied slowly, “how about you let me drive us there, huh?” “You can’t drive, Lewis. You’re too drunk. You’re always drunk,” Dick snapped while he turned his head to look in every direction, then lost his vitriol as fast as he had gained in, lay his forehead against the steering wheel and started to silently cry. For the first time in his life Lewis was frozen. He’d never seen Dick cry, hadn’t even considered he was a person prone to such action, but there he sat in their car on the side of a road in New Jersey and watched his shoulders shake and listened to his trembling breaths. Lewis’ head cleared from more than whiskey as he watched Dick cry and felt helpless and childish. He had thought Dick this rock-solid figure in his life, strong and unwavering, someone whom he could rely on absolutely and never worry about him leaving, no matter how difficult things were or how moody Lewis got. But Dick was just a man, a young man with troubles of his own, no different from Lewis. How many times Dick had taken care of Lewis, listened to, supported and comforted him? Lewis would have lost count if he had taken count in the first place. He hadn’t thought Dick would need any of that back. “Hey… Hey, it’s okay,” Lewis began without really knowing what he was doing, “just… take a deep breath.” After a moment of hesitation he reached out and set his hand on Dick’s shoulder and kept it there even when he initially startled at the contact. Lewis didn’t have an instinct for things like this, but he also realized retreat was not an option here. There was no one else here to solve the situation, and it was all up to him. He slowly stroked Dick’s trembling shoulders. “Take a breath. We’re almost home, you know this road, you’ve driven it a thousand times, and there’s no weird smells. It’s okay,” Lewis said and kept petting him. Dick actually managed to take a deep breath and let it out slightly calmer, and encouraged by this Lewis leaned over to his side to roll the window further down. “That’s it, just keep breathing. Can you smell the summer? It’s a beautiful night out, all calm and cool. Maybe the heat wave is finally easing off, huh? It’s almost harvest time. We’re going to have to take a whole weekend to first pick all the berries from the garden and then figure out what to do with them all.” Steadily Dick got a hold of himself again as Lewis talked and stroked his back. Rationally Lewis knew he was still drunk, but not nearly as sluggish or meanspirited as he had allowed himself to be moments ago. He felt vibrantly aware in a way he couldn’t remember feeling in years. Eventually Dick stopped crying and with one more deep, calming breath turned his face towards Lewis again. More than anything he looked tired. “Thanks, Lew,” he said. Lewis didn’t want to stop touching him. “Yeah, don’t mention it.” “I wish you were like this more often,” Dick said so seriously Lewis felt embarrassed having earned a reprimand like that. There were no excuses or explaining that away, there was only facing his own underperformance as an equal partner and the shame that burned in the pit of his stomach. Lewis nodded. He focused on the moment for a second so he would remember it the next day in all its painful clarity, then carefully leaned back to his side of the car. “When you feel ready, please drive us the rest of the way home. When we get there, you’ll go straight to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” Dick gave him an evaluating look that had something more to it. Despite everything, Lewis knew him well enough to recognize the hopefulness in it, and his heart withered at how reserved that light was, like Dick was used to being disappointed. It was a few minutes longer before Dick straightened up again, wiped his face with purpose and shifted the gear on again, taking the car back on the road and continued on their way home. He seemed steady again, albeit he drove slower than necessary. The radio was on and wind was blowing through the open windows, but still the atmosphere in the car was heavy. Lewis felt like he had danced near a cliff for a few years at this point and only now realized that he could actually fall off. “I can do better,” he said when the atmosphere grew unbearable. Dick gave him a brief glance, and now instead of angry or reserved it was just sad. He had heard it before, Lewis realized. “I can be better, too. And I can see you need better, so that’s what I’ll give you,” Lewis insisted despite the look from the man who knew him the best and was obviously on the verge of giving up. Lewis felt dizzy like he was about to fall.   Dick gave a silent sigh and a twitch of something that might have been a smile if it hadn’t been so utterly joyless. “I know you can,” he said gently. “But you’ve said that before.” “I know,” Lewis said. “I know I have, but I really mean it this time. I’m not asking you to just take my word for it either, I’ll show you.” “Right,” Dick sighed, kind but still reserved. “Starting tomorrow?” “Starting ten minutes ago,” Lewis threw back, staring at the side of Dick’s face. Dick turned to look at him properly. For a few seconds he looked at Lewis with a new expression, something that Lewis was proud to have evoked, and then turned back to look at the long road ahead of them. “Yeah, okay, Lew,” Dick allowed. Lewis sensed the blind trust he was shown but felt the cliff all too near still. He was going to have to actually turn and walk away from it this time, because as clearly as he read Dick’s unspoken feelings, he also saw their extent. This was going to be the last chance he got.  

[thorniest-rose]

I think you're totally in the right here and I think that group on twitter has been really cruel and meanspirited–it's been like watching a bunch of bullies, and it's horrible. However, I would very gently urge you to take the high road, keep on writing, and just ignore them because I think they'll take whatever you say and feed off of it and ramp up the drama here until it's a huge mess. I don't really think anything will convince them/their supporters that they're in the wrong unfortunately.

Hi darling, thank you so much for your wonderful, supportive message. I do want to be the bigger person here and not get dragged into the dirt with the bullies on Twitter who seem to get a kick out of being as nasty about me as possible. But at the same time, I want to defend myself because they’re calling my fics abuse and rape porn, which is so ridiculous. I definitely won’t be calling them dickheads and garbage like they’ve been calling me, because, I mean, how juvenile. 

[mswyrr]

lucifer s4 and depictions of sex in media

When the show was on Fox, not only did they have to elide a lot of the bisexuality and kink, but overall the tone of some of the sexy scenes was rather, er... juvenile? Partly because there’s a really steep arc of change going on, and the lead is rather immature about human emotions/dynamics at first, but also because that’s the way mainstream media handles sex.

With the move to Netflix they’ve actually gotten more mature even as they’ve gotten more explicit about Lucifer being a switch who does kink and a bi man who sleeps with a lot of people. He and Eve are a poly couple for a significant portion of the season. They host kink sex parties as a couple hobby thing... it’s believable for who they are as a couple and there’s really good touches, like Eve carrying around a tray of non-alcoholic drinks and reminding everyone to stay hydrated.

Their casual familiarity with the people at their party and their skills/interests, rather than the more generic “babes babes babes!” mood of some of the early party scenes they did on Fox, is great too. You can tell why experienced adults into kink would appreciate their hosting.

And yet we’re not shown any of this as extremely salacious: we see it the morning of the next day, we see the equipment and such around. We see them planning things and discussing their fun.

We hear Lucifer reference having taken a turn as the bottom/sub on “the sex swing” and Eve mentions him “asking nicely” to be hurt... and it’s clear that he doms/tops too. And he has zero gendered notions about the whole thing.

The show doesn’t feel the need to engage in hierarchies of roles or kinks or... reassure us about his masculinity or whatever. It’s refreshing and in keeping with the character’s pov, which is basically: Humans are wonderful! They can make anything a game. And it’s fun to play with them!

Eve and Lucifer’s relationship is a hot mess in tons of ways, but not the way they manage their kinky sex parties. They’re written like adults about this, albeit risk taking adults. (Even if Lucifer does get so sleep deprived balancing work and the sex parties that he accidentally wears his ass-less pants to work one time lol).

Their both bi and kinky switches and they have a poly relationship. It’s part of their characterization and it’s there for that reason. Sex is really included as a character point and with a cheerful lack of shame, but not really in a particularly porn-y way.

It’s cool. I have a lot of respect for how they’ve made use of the creative freedom of Netflix - it speaks well of them.

And of the fact that the sometimes annoying/juvenile prior depictions of sex on the show were some combination of a character commentary on an earlier stage of the lead’s growth arc and/or the network’s limitations or interference.

I think it’s great for someone’s growth to be - having more mature sex parties with a committed partner rather than stopping having sex parties altogether... though, it is true that part of the point of the season is that this just increasingly isn’t his style anymore.

But it *is* for Maze and Eve (who look to be a couple going forward) and the show doesn’t pathologize them at all. It’s right for them; it’s not where Lucifer is at anymore, or not what his interests are moving toward. And that’s okay too.

It’s also quite nice that Chloe wears sensible clothes, shoes, and hairstyles and Lucifer is the one really being presented as delicious eye candy for the camera... but then in a very saucy way, not a porn-y or meanspirited way.

S4 is the best one yet in a lot of ways, but the depiction of sexuality is a really cool one of them.

[courtscaptor]

3, 5, 15~

shipping meme // accepting.

3. what sort of things does your muse AVOID in a partner?

     Honestly, for as open as Nana is with her affection, there are a few types of people she just could not stand romantically unless they made a concentrated effort to self-reflect and improve. Overly-aloof types who think they’re above other peoples’ silliness annoy the shit out of her–especially when they point that condescension towards more reserved people just to feel superior. On the other hand, overly-reserved people who wallow in their own misery, blame their shortcomings entirely other people, and aren’t willing to take any steps to improve their own situations also drive her up the wall. She also doesn’t like the types who cultivate this persona of being “brutally honest” in the sense that they’re always just saying mean shit and never being honest in a positive way. That’s not how it works, you don’t get a free pass for being a dick, you gotta say nice honest shit, too.

     Essentially, anyone who’s overly-callous or defeatist without any noticeable inclination to improve wouldn’t fare well in a relationship with her–she doesn’t have the patience for it!

5. how easily does your muse fall in love?

     Hm… a tricky question to answer definitively! Considering so much of Nana’s romantic affection kind of spills over from strong friendships, it might be fair to say there’s potential for her to be a little bit in love with anyone she befriends closely! In that sense, she falls in love easily. However, because her love predominantly is rooted in intense friendship, it’s difficult for her to take particular note of it as a separate thing without prompting.

15. if your muse is uncomfortable in a relationship, will they address the problem or keep quiet?

     Yep, she’ll bring it up! She’s not the most tactful person in the world and she sticks pretty steadfastly to her belief that total honesty can solve a problem much better than gentle hedging around the topic to spare the other persons’ feelings ever will. This direct approach has sometimes been too much and can lead people to believe she’s being meanspirited about it, but it’s quite the opposite–beware the Nana that goes cold and noncommittal about slights against her. It usually means she’s given up on communicating with you because you’re not reciprocating at all.

     Due to her repeated (albeit very juvenile and clumsy) attempts to communicate her desire for closeness/support in her youth to her mother never panning out, Nana is pretty firm in only putting in effort if she sees at least some effort coming from the other party, as well. If your relationship starts reminding her of that distance with her mom, she’s gonna break away from you in favour of someone who’s willing to put the work in.

     On the plus side, so long as you’re trying (and I mean even a little bit–it’s the trying that’s the most important to her, not that you’re particularly masterful at it), she’ll come to you openly with any concerns and is generally very proactive in clearing up misunderstandings with a direct approach rather than letting things fester in uncertainty. (Essentially, she’d be a bad shoujo heroine, lmao–no stewing in rumours started by a love rival for 8 chapters, she’ll just go right to her s/o or friend asking what the deal is).