#it's practically the exact same activity except one of them involves reading stupid shit that upsets me and fries my brain cells one by one

[blastdamage]

if i've accomplished one thing this year aside from [redacted] it's that i have almost completely gotten rid of my terrible habit of grabbing my phone and doomscrolling whenever i'm bored. i achieved this by opening a book or a zine and reading that instead

[wouldduskwood]

Descendants of Despair Part 55

Phil had his head down. He looked gaunt compared to the photos I had seen of him. When he reached our table, he lifted his head and his eyes lit up. “Thanks for coming,” he said as the guards stepped back, allowing him to sit opposite us. I nodded without saying a word, not wanting to give too much of my intentions away yet. It was far easier to build a picture of someone when you had the power. Dan greeted Phil in a typical bullheaded bloke style. I watched, trying to establish a baseline between their casual conversation. It wasn’t an easy task, as both men were doing their best to shelter. I guessed this was because they had a few run ins in the past. I was forced to rely on micro expressions, which is something that I didn’t like to do because it meant staring directly at someone to spot any slight change in their expression. Micro expressions usually only lasted around ⅕ of a second. It tended to make people uncomfortable and self conscious when spending this much time staring at them.

Once the typical small talk had run dry, and I had gathered as much as I could on reading Phil’s facial cues, I finally spoke. “So, you’re innocent.” I stated, matter of factly. Phil’s eyes widened briefly.

“You believe me then?” he asked. I considered his question. Believe him. Not so much. Believe the evidence we had so far that the man without a face was still active, absolutely. But did it mean Phil wasn’t involved in one way or another, not really. Still, when the truth wouldn’t get me what I wanted, lying was nearly guaranteed to. As long as the lie was something they wanted to hear, they’d believe it without question.

“Yes, I believe you. I want to know more about your connection with Michael Hansen and what he has to do with this whole thing.” I said clearly, my tone even and eyes maintaining direct contact. It was a good strategy to convince people that the lie was the truth, even if they were on the fence about it.

Phil smiled. “I knew I liked you. When I get out of here, I am going to take you out for a drink. Perhaps a meal.” I could see Dan was about to speak, and I knew what he was going to say would be something biting about Jake, so I kicked him under the table. The fact that Phil had deflected from the purpose of the conversation concerned me. I was about to respond, flirt if I had to, anything to get the truth from him, when we were interrupted by a form approaching the table. I glanced up and sighed. I had a pretty good idea who our uninvited guest was, so I had a choice. Play it stupid, and hope for the best, or put him off his game. The problem was, I wasn’t 100% sure I was correct in my assumptions, but the risk seemed worth it.

“Ah, my good friend Alan Bloomgate. Nice to finally meet you.” I announced, standing as I did and shaking his hand. This gesture was uncomfortable for me, but it also gave me an element of power in the situation. Alan paused, suddenly off his stride, surprised I had made the connection so quickly. I was thankful that my suspicion was valid. If I had been wrong, the officer would have had all the power.

“Is now a good time to discuss information you may have pertaining to the Hannah Donfort and Amy Lewis Bell cases?” Alan asked, directly to the point. I raised an eyebrow as I considered what he said. The question was stupid really, he knew full well that I had been avoiding that exact conversation. Stupid questions lead to stupid answers, I decided.

“Well, actually now is not a really good time, see I came here to spend some time with my close pal Phil. See, he’s practically family... and, you know how things go when you’re in prison, that time tends to be quite limited,” I announced, unable to keep my snarky attitude to myself, while exaggerating my relationship to Phil. I despised the police in general. They had never done anything to protect me. When I was on the street, they would walk past me like they were blind, even when I was just a kid. It tended to be easier for them, less paperwork and all of that. Unless I did something wrong, then they’d be all over my ass to protect the more upstanding citizens. Of course, my attitude towards them didn’t help matters. Still, it made me feel better.

“I’m sure we can arrange for you to see Mr Hawkins another time,” Alan said, his voice taking on a stern ‘you will not fuck with me’ tone. This riled me even more. I hoped Jake would do something before I ended up getting arrested for assaulting a police officer.

“Well, see, that’s the thing. Mr Hawkins really shouldn’t be in here at all, right?" I paused, thinking to myself 'at least not for everything that the man without a face has done'. "I know you make a habit of going after innocent people, but arresting an innocent man while being blind to the movements of the actual culprit?" I mock sighed, exaggerating it for effect. "Anyway, If you want my opinion on the aforementioned cases, then I’d suggest you cast your net a little further and leave us alone.” I replied, trying desperately to refrain from what I actually wanted to say. Dan and Phil both shot me awkward ‘won’t you shut the fuck up’ glances. However, I couldn’t really be arrested for being a bitch. They could hardly build much of a case on hurt feelings. The best they could do was hold me in a cell for a while. That would be inconvenient but not the end of the world.

As Alan glared at me, I suddenly regretted my response, as I found myself backed into a corner.

“Actually, I was about to tell Mr Hawkins that we would be releasing him on bail, if he is able to make the money,” Alan replied. This surprised me and put me further on the back foot. Just as I was about to dig the hole deeper for myself, alarms started sounding in various places throughout the building. Moving hastily, I grabbed Dan’s arm and motioned he should follow. As Alan’s attention was momentarily distracted, I slid past him and headed into the reception area, walking quickly, but refraining from running. I hoped Jake's alarms hadn’t caused a lockdown. On reaching the reception, I could see that the staff were all staring at the computer screen. Making my way out the front door, I turned briefly to face Dan.

“Can you text Jake the letter D. I’ll be in touch,” I stated quickly then, before he could respond, I was off at a run taking one of my less desired escape routes. I didn’t know whether I could trust him with that simple task, but I hoped he would do that for me, even if I had upset him.

Jumping over the buildings for my escape, I was careful to keep an eye out for the man without a face, but the bigger concern was Alan. I wondered just how much he knew and who he was working in conjunction with. If it was the Government, he now had a good idea where Jake and I were. If it was from my past, then he was a dirty cop and I would have a tail pretty quickly. Either way, I’d fucked up going there and hadn’t learnt much of anything, except that Phil was definitely hiding something. Sliding down the fire escape, I was relieved to see Jake pull up in front of me. He had the door open before I had cleared the small distance to the car. I jumped in and slammed the door, holding on as he sped away.

“I’m so sorry,” Jake growled. “I would have had you out sooner, but from what I could see, you hadn’t gained enough from Phil to make any clear judgements. I knew we had one shot at this...but fuck,” he hissed. I ignored his comment to try and forge ahead. We were in more danger now than we had been since we found each other.

“I think we need to meet up with Dan. He knows Phil better than I do and I have a few questions for him. Then we need to get the fuck out of here, because I have a bad feeling that one of our pasts is going to catch up with us.” I stated. Jake nodded, suddenly looking tired more than anything.

“You’re right, fuck, I’m so sorry, you know that right? I should have been stronger and stayed away from you. You’d only have your own problems to face, not this shit with Hannah and the Government. I screwed your life from the moment I entered it.”

Shit, meeting up with Phil had potentially been the worst idea of my life. Now, not only were we in danger, but Jake had regressed back to pushing me away. Admittedly, I had done the same thing to him in the beginning, but since I had consciously made the decision that life wasn’t really life without Jake, I had been all in. I would manage to live with the dangers of his life and I’d do anything in my power to shelter him from the dangers of mine. After all, couples were meant to share shit, right? And he made me stronger. His defenses, coupled with my own, should be enough to face anything.

As he drove, I glared at him, but he took no notice. Instead his eyes remained fixed on the road in front of him. “Fuck Jake.” I groaned. “You don’t get it, do you? The only purpose I had in my life, before you, was to try and fix the problems I have started. What do you think would have happened to me after that? When my problems were gone, with no purpose? I may have ended up going back to the street. I may have ended up dead. Now I want to live. Now, even after I have fixed my situation, I want to carry on. Because of you, you turnip,” I growled, then shook my head at myself. Jake sighed, slumping in his seat.

“Turnip?” he questioned.

“Ugh, I wanted to let you know how stupid you were being...without being mean?” I sighed. Jake snickered quietly at my response then sighed again.

“Nothing you can say right now will make me feel any less guilty.” He murmured. “I need to feel guilty right now. I need to feel angry and upset. After that, I’ll be more willing to think about our future. But right now, I just need to be angry.”

I nodded thoughtfully and sat back, trying to ignore his presence and give him the time he needed. Eventually he replied. “Okay, you better text Donkey Kong with his new mission,” he sighed with a side smile at me. I giggled. “Wait, why Donkey Kong now?” I asked. “Isn’t it obvious?” Jake replied. “He’s a giant monkey that I could see throwing things when he gets upset, and you are like a very talented jump man that can jump pretty much anything.”

I was glad that Jake had a bit of his humour back, so I decided to encourage him more along this path. “Wait, when did I become a man?” I questioned, unzipping my pants and making a mock show of checking. Jake laughed. “You had better let me check that later, I will be more thorough than you.”

“Hm, yeah I think I’ll allow that,” I giggled as I rezipped my pants. Jake took my hand and smiled. “Listen, what I said before, it’s because I’m scared. It isn’t because I don’t want you. You’ve given my life as much purpose as I’ve given yours. But I’ve given you twice as many problems as you’ve given me.”

“Hm, you’re right.” I replied, pausing and raising my eyebrows as I stared at him. “I can always get a few more, if you like! That way we can be even.” Jake laughed again but tried to turn it into a growl of disapproval. I snickered then pulled out my phone. “Okay, so where are we going to meet Donkey Kong?” I asked. Jake smiled then thought for a moment. “I guess we don’t have a lot of options. Let’s go back to the warehouse. At least we know he knows where that is. We will move on as soon as we have had this conversation...or before it if we see any signs of trouble.”

I nodded, suddenly feeling a weight of dread descend again. Pulling out my phone, I text Dan then sat back, eyes closed, as Jake drove us back to the warehouse.

Part 56

[purplesurveys]

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What was the longest time you’ve had the hiccups for?  Maybe for half an hour? Mine are never that bad.

What type of TV shows are your favourite?  Not a big TV show type of person to begin with since it seems as if my attention span wasn’t built for once-a-week, season-breaks kind of content haha. I do like sitcoms, I guess...bite-sized ones like Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, The Big Bang Theory, etc. Drama shows I’d bite into if the plot is extremely intriguing to me or relevant to my interests, like The Crown or Breaking Bad.

Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything?  I was before then I wasn’t for a very long time, then I came back just recently with this BTS shit I got myself into.

Do you know anyone who has died in battle?  Hmm. I don’t think so. My great-grandpa lived a few more decades after the war.

When was the last time you went on an adventure?  July. My friends and I spent the whole day driving around and stopping by sooo many spots around the metro. It was a lot of fun and we were fucking b e a t after.

What brand is your vacuum cleaner?  I dunno. My mom mainly uses ours.

Are you good at rapping?  I have a number of songs and verses memorized that I can recite quite okay, but I can’t write any of my own.

Name one world issue that upsets you.  Racism.

How do you feel about tanning?  I never saw the the big deal. I will say tanning beds and salons are such a culture shock to me, though. Are some people really that obsessed with modifying their skin tone?

Have you ever given a public speech? Hmm, just the one time I was entered into a public speaking competition and was given a topic to talk about on the spot. That was honestly a lot of fun and I wish there were more opportunities to do that exact same thing.

Do you read comic books?  No. I tried getting into that whole thing, but didn’t see the appeal.

Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved?  Not always but if I’m starting to feel left out or awkward, I will start to ask a question here and there to ease my way into the conversation. But if the topic is clearly none of my business then I do stay out of the way.

Kiss with your eyes open or closed?  Closed.

Do you believe you can change someone?  This isn’t a black and white matter, I think. The idea of changing a person can have a lot of layers; in my org, for instance, I got to pick up a few quirks and behaviors from my friends just by being around them for a long time – in that sense, I changed. But you can also strive to change someone who’s struggling and try to make them become happy, which I tried to do with my ex – which of course I learned the hard way that you can’t change someone if in that context.

How did you react when your first pet died?  I was bummed out but didn’t throw a fit.

Have you ever drawn anime?  No.

Can you use a pogo stick?  I’ve never even seen one in real life. I’m dying to try it out just once.

When’s the next time you’ll see the person that you like?  I don’t like anybodyyy.

Do you like bathing/showering?  I mean...yes? Like I’m not obsessed with showering, but it’s a necessity that I have to regularly do anyway lmao.

Have you ever considered entering a race?  Sure! Just give me a couple of weeks to practice because my endurance and stamina are embarrassing.

Rihanna or Lady Gaga?  Rihanna.

Who was your first good kiss with?  My ex.

What accessory do you want in your bedroom?  SHELVES

What do you take the most pictures of?  My experiences.

What are you always in the mood for?  Starbuuuuuuckssssssss.

What is something that you never turn down?  A day out with friends. I’ll always make time. What is something that you always turn down when offered?  Food, if I’m a guest at someone else’s place.

Name something sexy about your significant other.  I don’t have any.

What is one of your hobbies that you refuse to give up?  Surveys, I guess. I enjoy them too much and have been doing them for nearly a decade.

If you could be a professional in any sport what would it be?  Tennis.

If you could be a professional at any instrument what would it be?  PIANO.

Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician?  Surgeon. I would be too terrified seeing dead people, anyway.

Have you ever been on a subway? Nope.

Are you in love?  No.

Do you like having your lip softly bitten when you’re kissing?  Sure. Softly, roughly...both are fine hahaha.

Do you want to get married when you’re older?  I hope so. I want my turn, too.

What was the last band shirt you wore?  Eh, I don’t own any. I wore a fanmade V-themed shirt yesterday, if that counts.

You can have a milkshake right now. What flavor do you choose?  OMGGGG that sounds so fucking good rn. Chocolate chip cookie dough.

Have you ever given someone flowers?  Mhm, I used to give my ex bouquets whenever it was our anniversary.

What day of the week is usually your busiest day?  Monday like 98% of the time, so I hate them. It ultimately varies, though. Sometimes some days are a hell of a lot more hectic than others.

Do you have any concerts coming up? I mean...obviously not.

Do you like or hate the smell of fish?  Oh yessssssss. The smell of seafood/ocean always makes me fucking drool.

What’s your favorite brand of chips?  Pringles, or this local brand of salted egg chips that I love to get.

Have you ever written a poem and then read it aloud?  Yeah, once. We had to write a poem as our homework and my teacher picked out a couple that he thought were the best-written, and one of them was mine even though I still firmly believe I did a shit job.

Do you like pineapple?  Oh god no. One of the worse fruits I’ve had.

Does your house have a dishwasher?  No. It seems to be just a Western thing.

Do you know anyone who has a flower tattoo?  I probably do, but I just can’t give you a lineup of names. Flower tattoos seem to be trendy these days, especially in the line style.

How many different languages can you say goodbye in?  So I have goodbye, paalam, 안녕히 가세요, adios, auf wiedersehen, sayonara, au revoir...so that’s 7.

Agree or disagree: You like Adam Sandler movies.  Ummmm definitely childish and I can feel that the humor tries so hard sometimes but I do enjoy some of his movies, like 50 First Dates. 

Have you ever had to get a tooth pulled? If so, what for?  Yeah, I mentioned this on a previous survey.

Have you ever dated anyone while they were in jail?  No, I’ve never dated anyone who’s been imprisoned.

If you’ve ever babysat, do you like it?  I ‘babysat,’ but technically all eldest Asian daughters are expected to look out for their younger siblings and cousins anyway. I didn’t actively enjoy it, but sure, it was fun playing with them and it’s always nice to be viewed as responsible.

What is your favorite flavor on sunflower seeds?  I don’t eat sunflower seeds. I don’t dislike them, I just really never seek them out.

Do you get cold easily?  Yes.

Do you get a lot of spiders in your house?  Hmm no. If we do get visited they are almost always too small to be seen.

Do you admire nature?  Yeah, I try to be around it as often as I can.

Name one naughty thing you’ve done.  Had sex while a few people were in the same room. I pay for it now hahaha; those friends who had the misfortune to be in that situation have never let me live it down and it’s one of their go-to stories when I’m being introduced to new friends.

Name two of your favorite things as a child.  I loved everything Bratz. I also liked Play-Doh.

Do you own a Pillow Pet?  No, I’ve never even heard of that.

Do you tend to solve problems with violence?  Never.

Have either of your parents gone to jail?  Nope.

Do you know a hoarder?  I heard my grandma had been one, but I didn’t see traces of it when I used to visit her. I guess she had been when she was younger and stronger. I show traces of hoarding too, but I don’t think it’s at a concerning level; I literally just threw out a bunch of shit in my room I’ve hoarded over the last five or so years.

Do you wax, pluck, or leave your eyebrows?  I don’t touch them; I’m never all that worried about my appearance. On very rare instances, I will shave some of the excess hair off. Do you have any interesting scar stories?  None of them are interesting tbh, just results of my own stupidity.

Do you hate the texture of meatballs?  I don’t hate their texture but I also just don’t enjoy meatballs in general. I find them boring, which has always led me to think if they’re really supposed to be just boring clumps of meat or if I’ve just always been served average meatballs.

Do you get migraines? Yes, I usually get one after work. They’ve decreased in frequency now but one will drop by every now and then to give me a shit time.

Do you like guns?  No.

Are turtles amazing creatures? All animals are. :') < Yes! Except cockroaches.

How much time do you spend taking surveys?  I dedicate an hour or so every weekend. I often wish I can allot more time, but I also have other hobbies and interests I would usually want to catch up on during the weekends. 48 hours is just too short :(

Would you rather visit: The Eiffel Tower or Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids, in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t even need to think about it.

Would you like to work at a candy shop?  Uh no. If I had to, it would be on the back-end, maybe in the corporate side of things lol.

Do you have feelings for someone?  Nope.

Which one of your guy friends is the best looking?  JM.

Do you have anything to say to your ex bf/gf?  No.

Which band do you have the most of on your iPod/music player?  I don’t use music players anymore but my Spotify always reminds me of how much I listen to BTS whenever they do one of their quirky listening habit reports lol.

Which song describes your mood at the moment?  I want to go with RM’s Bicycle just because I’m feeling quite content and relaxed at the moment.

Which movie(s) do you quote the most?  Eh, I’m not a big movie quoter.

Which one of your best friend’s friends would you most likely date?  I honestly don’t see any of them as date-able.

Would you ever let anybody else drive your car?  Sure. I’ve let Hans and Gab drive it countless times when I’ve had too much to drink. It’s a small car and is fairly easy to use and navigate. I would let Anj use it too at some point, but I want her to perfect her u-turns first hahahaha.

Which one of your friends will be the most successful?  It’s already one of my friends to begin with but I’m not naming names. They come from a privileged background to begin with and their godfather already handed one of his companies down to them, so. They were also told the CEO position is already a sure slot for them.

What store did you last shop at?  I wanna say NCAT, this Korean-themed store that sells trinkets and jewelries and plushies and stuff. They also sell BTS albums so Anj and I dropped by to check out and touch all the albums we can’t afford yet HAHA

Do you think telepathy is real?  No.

When did you last draw something for fun?  Last Saturday when I played an online drawing/guessing game with my uncles and aunts.

Who makes the most in your entire family?  My dad.

Do you like writing essays?  I love essays, it’s my favorite writing piece to make.

Do you think plastic surgery is no big deal?  It turns into one when it gets obsessive, like when people get excessive plastic surgeries specifically to look like another person. I’m looking at you, fucking Oli London.

Do you take your trash to the dump or have it picked up?  It’s picked up.

When you sneeze do you sneeze into your shirt or your hands?  I look away and just sneeze. Sometimes I’ll put up my elbow.

Do you usually have sex in the morning, noon or night time? Erm, I usually had it at night. I only had morning sex when we would spend the night; and I nearly never had noon sex.

Did you ever fail your learners/drivers test?  No.

Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?  Gun to my head, Lil Wayne.

Name someone you’ve become a lot closer to recently:  Reena!!! I’m so grateful Angela introduced us to each other :) We both tend to get shy so we don’t actually actively get chatty when we see each other irl, but I love her presence and I love that she is my friend. I make up for it by being super friendly and wacky in our group chat haha. Does your car have a sunroof?  No. We used to have a car that did, but we had to sell that during the peak of the pandemic.

Are you closer to your mom or your dad?  Dad.

Have you ever had a friend with benefits? No.

Who’s the last person you cuddled with?  My ex.

Are you friends with any of your teachers on Facebook?  Yeup.

[kayteewritessteve]

Okay, Deal.

Description: A tower game night ends in a slightly different way then you’d have expected.

Masterlist HERE.

Word Count: 3,970 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: G

Requested: Yes, by the lovely @casuallydarktiger . She’d originally asked for a Bucky one shot, but as I don’t currently write for the handsome Buck, I asked if she’d be okay with a Steve one instead. So, here it is! My first Marvel one shot request! Hopefully I did your request justice, lovely! And I can’t wait to hear what you think of it!!

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

You stared across the table at the very large super soldier, who was currently deciding whether he wanted to royally screw you over or not. Or at least that’s what you assumed he was trying to figure out. Though his fixed, impassive expression wasn’t giving you a damn thing to go on at the moment. And it was taking everything in you to not show an ounce of the current internal turmoil that was raging inside you. You fought valiantly to keep your nonchalant, relaxed and be it slightly smug expression on the outside. His eyesight was far too good, far too fast, and even if you slipped up only a little. Let just one millisecond of nerves affect your expression, he’d see it. Damn near in slow motion at that. And he’d know, god, he’d totally know that you were fucking bluffing. 100%.

So how did you end up in basically a stare off with thee Steve Rogers, a man they literally say was ‘frozen in time’—Shit, yeah, you were most likely doomed to lose this stare off from the start— you ask? Oh, well, let me explain that for you.

A few hours earlier.

The tower was abuzz with activity, as all the avengers were actually home at the same time, which was something that didn’t happen all that often. Usually at least 2 or 3 were off on missions, sometimes damn near all of you were gone. However, by the grace of God, nothing was happening in the world right now. And every team member was in attendance tonight, so Tony decided that was a perfect excuse for a team building night. Or a ‘family game night’ as some of you called it.

You’d all met in the main living area, and then had a hearty group discussion about which game to actually play.

Thor had offered up Monopoly, which Nat had vetoed damn near instantly. Citing that Tony and Sam always got way to into it, and she was not interested in spending the next 3 days watching them play one stupid game, that would just result in Sam flipping the board game off the table in a fit of rage. To which both Sam and Tony attempted to claim was complete bullshit and a defamation of character, respectively. But the pointed glares from the rest of the group shut them both up. Instantly.

Wanda offered up Pictionary, but Sam groaned and refused to play against Steve, or Tony. But especially Steve, however instead of using his name, he referred to him as ‘the da vinci over there’. So yeah, pictionary was also out.

Clint had suggested Cards Against Humanity, but then quickly rescinded that offer when he saw the wicked grin break out on Tony’s lips. That game was a total blast, however, it always took a dark and awkward turn, rather quickly, when Tony was involved. And honestly, no one ever won against him, he was just too damn good at that game.

Rhodey offered up Risk, but that was axed due to obvious reasons.

Tony then suggested Trivial Pursuit, clearly as a dig at the super soldiers, who both caught on to that and then abruptly shot down the idea, saying it wasn’t fair to play since they were both, basically, not around for the last 40 years—that being the time frame in which Trivial Pursuits questions all came from.

So then the suggestions continued on, adding Life, Clue, and Sorry to the pile of now vetoed games.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Bruce brought up Poker, and you had to try not to excitedly jump at the suggestion. Everyone seemed to mull it over, a few trying to say that they weren’t really that interested or that they didn’t have any cash on them, but then Tony got an idea.

“What if, instead of betting money, we bet other things?”

“Such as?” Sam asked skeptically, though you could tell he was intrigued.

“Bragging rights?” Clint asked, excitedly.

“Yeah that, or,” Tony started and the wicked smirk was back, except this time it made everyone curious, instead of nervous. “We can each bet whatever we want, like chores,” he looked pointedly at Bucky who just shrugged as everyone else laughed, “or dates,” he glanced at you for a second then shifted his eyes away to someone else, and you instantly paled, praying no one else noticed. Or rather that one person in particular hadn’t. “Or food, or personal items, or anything really.” He shrugged.

You peeked around at the others, making a point to avoid looking at Steve, hoping he hadn’t caught Tony’s ‘date’ meaning. To say you had a crush on Steve, was a bit of an understatement. I mean, honestly, who wouldn’t. He was the whole damn package, wrapped up in a soft, sweet, slightly awkward bow. You were sure there was a damn support group in the building for all the women—and men— currently crushing on him. You know, like a ‘We adore Steve Rogers Anonymous’ group, and you’d bet money that Sam was heading that support group with full force, most likely with Coulson happily by his side. The thought made you giggle and you quickly stifled the sound. You heard a snort and flicked your eyes up to see Nat, smirking with a raised brow at you, as if she knew what you were thinking.

Then your eyes drifted to Wanda, who was pointedly attempting not to make eye contact with you and also trying not to laugh, and you instantly realized that she actually knew what you were thinking. Poor thing did try really hard not to read peoples minds, but sometimes it just happened, and you couldn’t fault her for that. She finally locked eyes with you, giving you an apologetic smile, and you just smiled back, reassuringly. It’s not like you hadn’t told her all about your little crush already. She knew all the dirty details.

“Well, I’m in,” Nat said with a shrug, “could be fun.”

Everyone else agreed with her and Tony went to grab a few decks of cards. You did your best not to look too excited but little did they all know you’d grown up watching, and then partaking in, weekly family poker nights. And having 3 older brothers, you’d gotten very competitive and in turn very, very good at this game.

Over the next few hours, everyone was slowly bumped out. You’d all agreed at the beginning on 5 things each, to offer up as bets, and once those 5 things had been won by others, that person was out.

You’d ended up winning a bunch of random things, the main ones of note being; a week of Wanda cooking you dinner, 3 hours with Sam’s Falcon pack, 3 bags of Tony’s blueberries, one of Bucky’s coveted knives and the pièce de résistance, a flask of Thor’s Asgardian mead. All and all, you’d damn near cleaned house, which had caught the others completely off guard. Tony had practically fallen out of his chair when you’d knocked him out of the game, along with Nat and Bucky. Adding them to your casualties list with Wanda and Clint.

But Tony wasn’t the only one who had been caught off guard by someones hidden skills. Turns out Steve was damn near a pro at poker, and him doing so well at this game had managed to surprise you, making you utterly aware that there were, in fact, still things you didn’t know about him. And even though he’d knocked out Bruce, Thor, Vis, Rhodey and Sam, he wasn’t smug or boasting about it. In fact, he was actually eerily silent and impassive the whole game, which was messing with you. A lot. He’d barely mumbled a word since the game started and so now, it was just you and him, the last two left standing, and there were a bunch of things riding on this hand.

Both of you only had one item of your own left to bet, making this the final round. Your bet was one you were not wanting to part with, but if anyone was going to win them, you were happy it was Steve. He’d appreciate them the way they should be, and you’d maybe be able to talk him into letting you borrow them from time to time. ‘Them’ being your 5 favourite Disney movies, which were all currently in the stupid Disney vault, so you’d have a hard time replacing them. But it was doable, for sure. Just might cost you an arm and a leg.

And Steve's bet was one of his sketchbooks, whichever one the winner wanted— And you wanted that damn sketchbook, plus your Disney movies. So you needed to win this damn hand.

So here you were, trying to read his blank expression, waiting to see if he would fold and let you take the win, or if he’d raise you one of his acquired items. And then it would have to goto the actual cards, and you weren’t too hopeful your 4 of a kind Jacks would hold up. All he needed was a royal flush, a straight flush, or a higher set of 4 to take it.

So you both sat here, silently, and even if your eyes had been closed, you’d have been able to feel his drilling into you. He was just staring at you, probably looking for any subtle hints from your body language or features, but you weren’t giving him a damn thing. This was the exact same treatment your oldest brother, Tyler, would give you during intense games. So you were used to it—slightly, I mean, you obviously don’t have a raging crush on your brother, and his eyes on you definitely didn’t make you feel this way. And there was just something about Steve openly staring at you. You wished it was him ogling you, but at the same time you’d take whatever you could get. No complaints about it.

You were also acutely aware of the other sets of eyes on you as well. The ones shifting between Steve and yourself, as if waiting for one of you to crack. But you refused to give them that satisfaction.

So instead, you took this opportunity to just look at him. And I mean, really look at him. Because, my god, he was just so damn attractive. From his blonde hair, to his blue eyes, to his chiseled jaw and plump lips. Oh god, the things you wanted to do to this man. The things you dreamed about doing. In a perfect world, you’d get to do them all, you’d get to call him your own and love him for exactly the man he is.

Captain America, who? I’m sorry, I don’t know her... But Steve Rogers, now him you knew, fully. Maybe not as well as Bucky, but pretty damn close.

When you’d joined the Avengers, 4 years back, just before the Chitauri attacked. You’d been thrusted into battle when it all went down, which you weren’t entirely ready for, but there really wasn’t any other options. It was all hands on deck. However, looking back on it now, you’re glad you were, because it was why you and Steve had bonded instantly. He had your back out there, just as you had his.

You’d been struggling to focus on fighting the Chitauri, as you were a few yards away from a rather large distraction. A tall, muscular super soldier that you had so much respect for, and fighting alongside him only made that respect grow, ten fold. Seeing him in action first hand was such a thrill. Such a rush. And you kept having to remind yourself that you were in the middle of an invasion, and you couldn’t just stand there and watch Steve Rogers fight. Regardless of how entrancing that was.

Buuuuuut maybe you should have been a little more firm with yourself on that, since you were almost crushed by a few floors of a building, one that clearly decided it no longer wanted to stay standing. But, Steve, being the hero he always was, swooped in and saved your ass at the last second. And from then on, you stuck close to him, had his back just as he had yours.

And now, years later, you were both like a well oiled machine. Both your skills playing perfectly off each other, so much so that neither of you ever went on missions without the other, it was just too risky as you’d both grown so accustomed to the other being there. Some might say it was a weak spot, but you’d just ignore them. What did they know anyways? Your only weakness was not having Steve by your side.

So it goes without saying that it didn’t take long for the crush to form—it may have always been there in some capacity though, but that was more an infatuation with the man, the legend, that was Steve Rogers AKA Captain America.

However, once you got to know Steve, like really know him, inside and out, that infatuation shifted to sheer adoration for him. For everything he was, and wasn’t. For everything he’d been and would be. It wasn’t about his hero title anymore, it was just about him. The man behind the mask and shield.

So yeah, you totally had a crush on Steve Rogers, but could anyone really blame you?—

Your eyes quickly snapped down at a movement on his face, and you watched as the corner of his lips twitched, just slightly. Then your eyes flicked up to his and locked on. And instantly you realized the impassive front was gone, there was now a few different emotions swimming in his eyes. You couldn’t make them all out, but mischief was definitely one of them, you knew that look in his eyes all too well. So that mixed with a slight knowing look, both combined to make your heart rate pick up and your stomach to do back flips. What did he know, that you didn’t? Oh god, what does he know?!

“I fold,” he said softly as he put his cards face down on the table and slid them off to the side. Right into the muck pile, effectively making it impossible for anyone to check what his cards had been.

“What?” Tony gaped, wide eyed at Steve, “you’re folding after all of that?!”

“Steve, man,” Sam groaned, “you’re seriously going to end it like that?”

“I can’t believe this,” Clint mumbled and glanced around at the others, “we’ve been sitting here for hours and that’s the finish we get?!”

“They’ve only been playing this hand for 25 minutes.” Nat says back with an eye roll.

“But it’s felt like hours,” Clint crosses his arms and pouts, “I feel like we got ripped off here.”

“Wait, what did he have?” Wanda asks the group. Clearly confused by how folding works.

“We will never know,” Bucky sighs and shakes his head.

You quickly push your cards face down into the muck pile as well, before anyone can think to ask what you had. Though Thor does ask anyways, “Lady Y/N, what was your winning hand?”

You smirk at Steve, receiving one in return and then you both stand from the table, “That’s for me to know, and you to think about, big guy.” You pat his arm, comfortingly. And then make your way over to Steve to shake his hand, thanking him for a good game.

As you do, Steve leans in and whispers, “Shall we go pick out your sketchbook?”

You grin up at him and nod your head enthusiastically, “Yes, let’s!”

You both walk out of the room, hearing everyone still complaining about how it all ended, and Tony frantically trying to figure out which cards Steve and you had, while he has FRIDAY crunching the card and number probabilities.

You both laugh as you make your way towards Steve’s room, and once you’re out of earshot of the others you lean in, “so, can I ask what you had?”

He side eyes you and you don’t miss the grin on his lips, “I had a royal flush.”

You halt your steps and damn near yell, “what?!” before quickly looking around and lowering your voice to an incredulous whisper, “then why did you fold?”

He stops and turns to you, then just shrugs, “I couldn’t take your movies from you. I know how much you love them.”

“Wow, thats,” you pause, just staring up at this big, beautiful sweetheart, “really thoughtful of you, Steve. Thank you.”

He gives you a glorious smile, “don’t mention it.” Then he starts to walk again, and you quickly fall into step with him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I had?” You question, curiously.

“No,” he shakes his head, “I know you had 4 of a kind.”

“How did you—jesus, what are you, like a professional card counter or something?”

“Eidetic memory,” he taps his temple, and smirks at you, “plus I played a lot back in the 40’s.”

“Damn,” you mumble, more to yourself, “and here I thought I was the one hiding my master skills.”

“Oh trust me, you were one of the harder opponents I’ve ever had, so don’t feel too bad about it.” He stops walking as you both reach his door.

“Well that’s reassuring at least,” you nod.

He opens his door and ushers you into his room, then shuts it. He wanders over to his desk and searches the top and drawers for his sketchbooks, “now I know the deal was you get to pick the book, but would you be okay with us amending that just a little?”

“In what way?” You ask.

He glances over his shoulder at you, “Would you be okay if I, maybe, picked the book for you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.” You nod.

“Perfect,” he smiles then moves to his bookshelf, clearly searching for a specific one, which he seems to be having some troubles finding. He stands in front of the bookshelf, scratching the side of his head in thought and then as if he has an epiphany, he quickly turns and walks over towards his bed. Opening the top drawer of his bedside table and pulling a book out, mumbling, “there you are.”

He walks back over to you, and you notice that he now looks extremely hesitant, unsure. Which is a different look for him, one you’ve barely ever seen on him before. That only causes your mind to race with the possibilities of why he’d be nervous about this. It was just a sketchbook, wasn’t it?

“Ah,” his eyes shift down to the ground and he rubs the back of his neck, “so I should probably warn you before I give you this,” his eyes snap up to yours and he holds the book out to you, “so, ah, don’t be alarmed.”

“Okay,” you slowly say as you take it from him, pressing the still closed book to your chest as you walk over to his bed, then plop yourself down on the end. He just stays standing near the door, watching, waiting. Which only makes your heart rate skyrocket as to what exactly you’re about to see. What could be in this book that is causing him to act so out of character.

Your fingers gently brush the worn, and well loved, brown leather cover and then you slowly flip it open to the first page.

And you are instantly positive that you’ve died. Yup, you’re dead. You have to be. That is the only explanation your mind can think up for what you are currently looking at. You flip to the next page, then the next, and the next, and so on for a few more pages, before your eyes snap up to meet Steve’s clearly anxious ones.

“There all,” you clear your throat then glance back down at the sketchbook again, running your fingers over the sketch currently showing, and whispering, “there all of me?”

“Yeah, I ah, I find it,” he pauses and you peek up at him, seeing him now blushing and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Find it?” You coax, gently.

He takes a deep breath, “I find it comforting to draw you. After a hard mission, I mean.” He pauses then adds quickly, “Or really at any time. You just—there is just something about you that calms me. Relaxes me, I guess.”

You close the sketchbook and gently place it on the bed as you stand, then take the few short steps so that you’re standing in front of him now, “I calm you?”

He nods then locks eyes with you, “yeah, you ah, you always have.”

“So you draw me when..?” You trail off then add, “Like when you’re upset, or?”

“Not just upset, I mean, drawing you does help when I am. But I also draw you when I’m happy, or bored.” He shrugs.

“Huh,” you reply, thoughtfully, “why?”

“Why?” He repeats back, pretending to be confused. But you know him well enough to see right through that.

“Yeah,” you nod, “why do you draw me, specifically? Or do you have books for the others as well?”

“Not full books, no.”

“So I’m the only full book?” You wonder aloud.

“Yep.”

“So then, why?” You ask quietly as you take a small step towards him, now only inches away from him.

“Ah, because I,” He takes another deep breath, “I adore you, Y/N. I always have. And I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. Not this deeply, at least.”

You smile up at him, a real genuine smile, because holy shit. Is this all really happening right now? Is he really saying all these things to you? My god, maybe you have actually died and gone to heaven. “I adore you too.”

“You do?” He asks, buoyantly.

You nod, “I do.”

And then you see the confident Steve resurface, as if he hadn’t gone anywhere, and a smirk breaks out on his handsome face, as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Okay, deal.” You giggle out just before he leans in and silences you with his lips. You know, the ones you’ve been dreaming about kissing for years. Yeah, those ones.

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You and Steve finally part from the most amazing kiss you’ve ever had, leaving you both a little dazed and confused. But that doesn’t last long because this is the tower after all.

“Tony would like me to inform you both of his congratulations,” FRIDAY’s familiar lilt echoes through Steve’s room, “and to play this recording for you both.”

And then you hear Tony’s voice speak up, “that took you both long enough. What was that, 4 years of mutual pining? Damn, I haven’t even had relationships that lasted that long.” A pause then Tony’s recording continues, “oh and also, I figured out both your hands. And I never took you as someone who would forfeit, Capsicle. I’m disappointed in you.”

Then the room goes silent once again.

“He is never going to get me live that down now,” Steve groans as he scraps a hand down his face, and you burst out laughing.

“No, no he is not—“ you start but then a finger gently pokes your ribs, right where you’re ticklish spot is, causing you to flinch away from it and giggle.

“That’s enough outta you, missy,” he jokes as he leans down to kiss you again, effectively preventing any retort you were about to make. But my god, you could really get used to this. And from the looks of it, that just might be what’s in the cards for you both.

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4 WTF Lessons The World Teaches Us About Sexualizing Teens

I’m not startling anyone without saying that the world sexualizes youthful daughters. If I printed out all of the articles and journals on that subject, we’d have to build a library on the moon to contain them. And now that I said that, I really want to Google “sexualized teenage moon library” to receive what comes up. But I’m not going to. I don’t visualize my ability could treat the results. What mesmerizes me( and evenly slither me out) are the unspoken meanings behind this sexualization. I imply, it’s bad enough on its own, but when “youre starting” breaking down the lessons girlfriends are being schooled, shit gets bizarre . Assignments like … 4 Young Girls Are Sexually Valuable Because They Are Virgins Virginity is hoisted and eluded in national societies to the degree of practically has become a superpower. An innocent damsel is relinquished in escapade fibs to summon a beast or mollify a god. An uppity unicorn only tolerates virgins to touch it because it’s the judgiest pointy mare in the universe. div > Did you know there’s no solid, medical definition of chastity? It’s literally not a physical happening. It’s time a thought individual was put forward by to include or subtract quality from a woman. Because ladies used to be produces, sold from one mortal to another for a couple of pigs and some farmland. “Virginity” is just a buzzword someone came up with to assistance advertise their product. “Girl: Now with 50 percent more virginity! “ We have this picture of women being hermetically shut from delivery until some lucky chap get in there to sounds the Lord’s soda tab, but that’s entirely wrong. The hymen isn’t even a total seal — it’s only an extra bit of tissue that naturally has a puncture in it, which can sometimes be pulled the first time someone has vaginal sex. Or journeying a bicycle, squandering a tampon, a jousting coincidence … pretty much anything you do in a normal day. Taking a woman’s virginity has always been coveted as an achievement for men, but with modern maidens actually getting to choose when they have sex, the best risk a worker has to get with a virgin relies on him being the very first mistake a girl does. That coveting and sex significance is one of the many perturbing intellects girlfriends are engaged at such a young age. Read Next Take To The Sky With These 5 Hums This Holiday Season To see it in action, you don’t even is a requirement to haul up considers or do ponderous study or even go to a porn website. Just type “school girl” into Google. Not seductive institution girlfriend. Just “school girl, ” as in “a girl who is in school.” I don’t even need to tell you what you’re going to get. Hell, most of you won’t type that in, because you don’t require research results on your search biography. You didn’t ask it for a cluster of half-naked brides, but like an stupid tweet from Donald Trump at 4 a.m ., it’s really surely there. The top network inquiries that come up for me are all for sexy schoolgirl costumes. The only outlier is a link to the “schoolgirl” hashtag on Instagram, which inhabits the same collage of young girls, porn, and anime porn. You know … classic school activities. Are these performances meant to be graduate student of consenting senility? Hell no, they’re not. They’re wearing a parody of the uniforms once worn by girlfriends in theological centre and high schools . A uniform so most sexualized that most theological organizations now involve students to wear khaki breathes. Try to see those sexies, creeps. 3 Girls Want To Gape Pretty In Order To Allure Men Recently, Stranger Things and IT have given us agricultural crops of talented young performers opening the public eye, which can be a nightmare for those performers. Mara Wilson wrote a great piece for Elle about the space 13 -year-old Millie Bobby Brown is discussed in the public. Here’s an section from The Today Show ‘s website which stress Brown “all grown up” right in the deed. But she’s not all grown up. She’s a 13 -year-old girl who looks like a very pretty 13 -year-old girl. She’s not a sex object; she’s a young girl who put on a neat dress and entertaining makeup for a movie premiere. She’s following the exact touchstones her industry requisitions. She’s wearing Hollywood’s version of a uniform. So why do we appear the need to pronounce her “all grown up”? It’s because she examinations good. There’s a problem with that, and it has nothing to do with her — it’s with us. We think that if the status of women is dressing up, it must be to impress a male. So when youthful girlfriends dress up, they must be masquerading grown women in an attempt to seduce males. The world is that there isn’t a separate clothing form for young girls that recognizes them as not being objectives for sexualization. We’re supposed to do that with our expand, adult psyches. That’s our chore , not theirs. And apparently, we’re bad at it. div > Take, for instance, school dress codes. For boys, the dress system is “Are you wearing heaves? You’re good.” For girls, it involves a myriad of yeses , nos, and perhaps that are almost always enforced by adult followers. Even though teaching is a largely female-dominated profession, brides are in lead characters less than 25 percent of the time … which is actually a recent increase . This leads to an adult man telling girls in clas that they have to go home and change their leggings because men can’t even envision straight when they wear them. As only if they are dressing with allure in sentiment, and not ease. Remember only a few years ago when all those articles were being written about whether it was appropriate for girls and women to wear leggings in public? If not, Google it real quick, and then try not to punch the next human you see. It was a debate that was quickly settled by gals not leaving a shit, because leggings are comfortable as blaze. They weren’t popularized because they prepare us appear good. Leggings are one of the few the case of an pleasant, wearable fashion that have been coming into wording lately, together with rompers and, yes I’ll say it, UGG boots. Every winter, parties get up in arms about “basic bitches” in their UGG boots and leggings, but guess what? UGGs, and even the cheap knockoff UGGS that I wear, are essentially slippers. It’s winter. Women and girls are cold, and we want to be comfortable, this is why we dress accordingly. div > Now you can essentially wear pajamas and slippers in public, and it’s acceptable. I’ve never adoration mode this much, and not one rationalization for the clothing I opt is “to entice men.” At any age, brides are chiefly garmenting for our own comfort. 2 Romance Between An Older Man And A teenage Girl Is Just Sexy Forbidden Love I’ve written before about the route teen presents represent teacher/ student affinities as both super sexy and super not-problematic … but they’re not the only culprit. Let’s talking here music again for two seconds. What do you think these anthems have in common? “You’re Sixteen, You’re Beautiful And You’re Mine, ” “Sixteen Candles, ” Happy Birthday Sweet 16, ” “Sweet Little 16, ” “Only Sixteen.” If you said that all of them are hymns by grown guys about how hot 16 -year-old girls are, congratulations! Your honour is sadness. What is it about 16 that utters it such a desirable age? Could it be because that’s the lowest age of consent in the United States? Let’s ask the words of “Happy Birthday Sweet 16 “: When you were only six I was your big brother. Then when you were ten we didn’t like one another. When you were 13 you was a quirky valentine. But since you’ve been growing future developments is sewn up. From now on you’re is about to be mine . i> That sounds like a threat the Riddler sends to Batman. div > That’s not a hymn about a grown-up boy looked at teen relationship fondly. It’s about watching a young girl grow into … a somewhat older girlfriend whom culture now does it’s OK to fantasize about. It’s not a coincidence that everything of these songs focus on this very young age. Now, most Americans consider the age of consent to be 18( even though that’s actually only the case for a fifth of the states ). Remember the countdown clocks to when Emma Watson switched 18? Or how about this article from CNN, “Countdown For Kendall Jenner Returning 18: Gross Or Fair Game? ” Let me go ahead and solve that Rubik’s Cube for you, CNN: It’s gross. We’re preoccupied with the age of consent because a relation between a girl and an older man is to be considered as dreamy, forbidden love. The younger the very best! But it has to be law, of course. So we stick to that magic number and try not to be creeped out by the idea of a 33 -year-old Benny Mardones promising a 16 -year-old girl “a beloved like you’ve never seen.” 1 Men Just Can’t Help Themselves Around Attractive Women Of Any Age The idea that boys are incapable of controlling themselves around an attractive woman is disturbingly common. Look at any femme fatale in a spy movie. She abuses her virility to get what she misses, because men really can’t resist her. Remember when Lucy Liu incited a rampage with her buttock in Charlie’s Angels ? If you’re not well-versed in Lucy Liu’s leather-clad butt, let me draw you a envision: Liu accompanies into an office improving full of all those who follow her around, even though no one has told them to. She then squanders a riding harvest to whip them up into a horny outburst, and unleashes them on the company as a distraction so she can do spy happens. The poor men can’t help themselves. It’s a backside! They are incapacitated to withstand Liu’s command. Except they wholly aren’t. There’s a surprising sum of movie problems that could be solved with masturbation. div > This idea is just as insulting to followers as it is to women. Of route they are unable control themselves! They’re parties , not animals. It’s not difficult to tell the status of women no. If it is a problem for you, rule by pretending she’s ask questions equal pay. This kind of logic isn’t really contemptuous; it’s perilous. Liu is an adult woman in this case( and yes, I’m aware this this vistum is supposed to be comedic ), but even the core of the laugh is “Men are incapacitated to resist.” But this seeps into the real world as a sincere impression. What if a man is attracted to a 13 -year-old girl? He can’t assistance himself, right? He has no bureau over himself if the status of women he acquires attractive is around, wearing clothes, and marching. What happens next came out of his control. So if you’re one of those people who conclude maidens are overreacting to “beauty standards” or “objectification, ” understand that this is why. It’s why we take offense to the word “overreacting.” Kids should be worrying about kid acts, and not Benny Mardones. Follow Lydia on Twitter . em> Give your adolescents a leg up against culture with some discipline, and have them try out a Circuit Kit to sharpen their electrical engineering talents . i > b> If you affection this article and miss more content like this, subsidize our locate with a stay to our Contribution Page. Or sign on for our Subscription Service for exclusive material, an ad-free experience, and more . i > b> For more, check out 5 Horrible Life Lessons Become aware of Teen Movies and 5 Question in Movies You Only Notice If You’re Old . i > b> Subscribe to our YouTube canal, and check out The Most Cringe-Worthy True Tales of Teenage Romance, and watch other videos you won’t recognize on the place ! i > b> Likewise follow us on Facebook, dudes . i > b> Read more: http :// www.cracked.com/ blog/ 4-wtf-lessons-world-teaches-us-about-sexualizing-teens / http://dailybuzznetwork.com/index.php/2018/06/08/4-wtf-lessons-the-world-teaches-us-about-sexualizing-teens/

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4 WTF Lessons The World Teaches Us About Sexualizing Teens

I’m not startling anyone without saying that the world sexualizes youthful daughters. If I printed out all of the articles and journals on that subject, we’d have to build a library on the moon to contain them. And now that I said that, I really want to Google “sexualized teenage moon library” to receive what comes up. But I’m not going to. I don’t visualize my ability could treat the results.

What mesmerizes me( and evenly slither me out) are the unspoken meanings behind this sexualization. I imply, it’s bad enough on its own, but when “youre starting” breaking down the lessons girlfriends are being schooled, shit gets bizarre . Assignments like …

4

Young Girls Are Sexually Valuable Because They Are Virgins

Virginity is hoisted and eluded in national societies to the degree of practically has become a superpower. An innocent damsel is relinquished in escapade fibs to summon a beast or mollify a god. An uppity unicorn only tolerates virgins to touch it because it’s the judgiest pointy mare in the universe.

div >

Did you know there’s no solid, medical definition of chastity? It’s literally not a physical happening. It’s time a thought individual was put forward by to include or subtract quality from a woman. Because ladies used to be produces, sold from one mortal to another for a couple of pigs and some farmland. “Virginity” is just a buzzword someone came up with to assistance advertise their product. “Girl: Now with 50 percent more virginity! “

We have this picture of women being hermetically shut from delivery until some lucky chap get in there to sounds the Lord’s soda tab, but that’s entirely wrong. The hymen isn’t even a total seal — it’s only an extra bit of tissue that naturally has a puncture in it, which can sometimes be pulled the first time someone has vaginal sex. Or journeying a bicycle, squandering a tampon, a jousting coincidence … pretty much anything you do in a normal day.

Taking a woman’s virginity has always been coveted as an achievement for men, but with modern maidens actually getting to choose when they have sex, the best risk a worker has to get with a virgin relies on him being the very first mistake a girl does. That coveting and sex significance is one of the many perturbing intellects girlfriends are engaged at such a young age.

Read Next

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To see it in action, you don’t even is a requirement to haul up considers or do ponderous study or even go to a porn website. Just type “school girl” into Google. Not seductive institution girlfriend. Just “school girl, ” as in “a girl who is in school.” I don’t even need to tell you what you’re going to get. Hell, most of you won’t type that in, because you don’t require research results on your search biography. You didn’t ask it for a cluster of half-naked brides, but like an stupid tweet from Donald Trump at 4 a.m ., it’s really surely there. The top network inquiries that come up for me are all for sexy schoolgirl costumes. The only outlier is a link to the “schoolgirl” hashtag on Instagram, which inhabits the same collage of young girls, porn, and anime porn. You know … classic school activities.

Are these performances meant to be graduate student of consenting senility? Hell no, they’re not. They’re wearing a parody of the uniforms once worn by girlfriends in theological centre and high schools . A uniform so most sexualized that most theological organizations now involve students to wear khaki breathes. Try to see those sexies, creeps.

3

Girls Want To Gape Pretty In Order To Allure Men

Recently, Stranger Things and IT have given us agricultural crops of talented young performers opening the public eye, which can be a nightmare for those performers. Mara Wilson wrote a great piece for Elle about the space 13 -year-old Millie Bobby Brown is discussed in the public. Here’s an section from The Today Show ‘s website which stress Brown “all grown up” right in the deed. But she’s not all grown up. She’s a 13 -year-old girl who looks like a very pretty 13 -year-old girl. She’s not a sex object; she’s a young girl who put on a neat dress and entertaining makeup for a movie premiere. She’s following the exact touchstones her industry requisitions. She’s wearing Hollywood’s version of a uniform.

So why do we appear the need to pronounce her “all grown up”? It’s because she examinations good. There’s a problem with that, and it has nothing to do with her — it’s with us. We think that if the status of women is dressing up, it must be to impress a male. So when youthful girlfriends dress up, they must be masquerading grown women in an attempt to seduce males. The world is that there isn’t a separate clothing form for young girls that recognizes them as not being objectives for sexualization. We’re supposed to do that with our expand, adult psyches. That’s our chore , not theirs. And apparently, we’re bad at it.

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Take, for instance, school dress codes. For boys, the dress system is “Are you wearing heaves? You’re good.” For girls, it involves a myriad of yeses , nos, and perhaps that are almost always enforced by adult followers. Even though teaching is a largely female-dominated profession, brides are in lead characters less than 25 percent of the time … which is actually a recent increase .

This leads to an adult man telling girls in clas that they have to go home and change their leggings because men can’t even envision straight when they wear them. As only if they are dressing with allure in sentiment, and not ease. Remember only a few years ago when all those articles were being written about whether it was appropriate for girls and women to wear leggings in public? If not, Google it real quick, and then try not to punch the next human you see.

It was a debate that was quickly settled by gals not leaving a shit, because leggings are comfortable as blaze. They weren’t popularized because they prepare us appear good. Leggings are one of the few the case of an pleasant, wearable fashion that have been coming into wording lately, together with rompers and, yes I’ll say it, UGG boots. Every winter, parties get up in arms about “basic bitches” in their UGG boots and leggings, but guess what? UGGs, and even the cheap knockoff UGGS that I wear, are essentially slippers. It’s winter. Women and girls are cold, and we want to be comfortable, this is why we dress accordingly.

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Now you can essentially wear pajamas and slippers in public, and it’s acceptable. I’ve never adoration mode this much, and not one rationalization for the clothing I opt is “to entice men.” At any age, brides are chiefly garmenting for our own comfort.

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Romance Between An Older Man And A teenage Girl Is Just Sexy Forbidden Love

I’ve written before about the route teen presents represent teacher/ student affinities as both super sexy and super not-problematic … but they’re not the only culprit. Let’s talking here music again for two seconds. What do you think these anthems have in common? “You’re Sixteen, You’re Beautiful And You’re Mine, ” “Sixteen Candles, ” Happy Birthday Sweet 16, ” “Sweet Little 16, ” “Only Sixteen.” If you said that all of them are hymns by grown guys about how hot 16 -year-old girls are, congratulations! Your honour is sadness.

What is it about 16 that utters it such a desirable age? Could it be because that’s the lowest age of consent in the United States? Let’s ask the words of “Happy Birthday Sweet 16 “: When you were only six I was your big brother. Then when you were ten we didn’t like one another. When you were 13 you was a quirky valentine. But since you’ve been growing future developments is sewn up. From now on you’re is about to be mine . i> That sounds like a threat the Riddler sends to Batman.

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That’s not a hymn about a grown-up boy looked at teen relationship fondly. It’s about watching a young girl grow into … a somewhat older girlfriend whom culture now does it’s OK to fantasize about. It’s not a coincidence that everything of these songs focus on this very young age.

Now, most Americans consider the age of consent to be 18( even though that’s actually only the case for a fifth of the states ). Remember the countdown clocks to when Emma Watson switched 18? Or how about this article from CNN, “Countdown For Kendall Jenner Returning 18: Gross Or Fair Game? ” Let me go ahead and solve that Rubik’s Cube for you, CNN: It’s gross.

We’re preoccupied with the age of consent because a relation between a girl and an older man is to be considered as dreamy, forbidden love. The younger the very best! But it has to be law, of course. So we stick to that magic number and try not to be creeped out by the idea of a 33 -year-old Benny Mardones promising a 16 -year-old girl “a beloved like you’ve never seen.”

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Men Just Can’t Help Themselves Around Attractive Women Of Any Age

The idea that boys are incapable of controlling themselves around an attractive woman is disturbingly common. Look at any femme fatale in a spy movie. She abuses her virility to get what she misses, because men really can’t resist her. Remember when Lucy Liu incited a rampage with her buttock in Charlie’s Angels ?

If you’re not well-versed in Lucy Liu’s leather-clad butt, let me draw you a envision: Liu accompanies into an office improving full of all those who follow her around, even though no one has told them to. She then squanders a riding harvest to whip them up into a horny outburst, and unleashes them on the company as a distraction so she can do spy happens. The poor men can’t help themselves. It’s a backside! They are incapacitated to withstand Liu’s command. Except they wholly aren’t. There’s a surprising sum of movie problems that could be solved with masturbation.

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This idea is just as insulting to followers as it is to women. Of route they are unable control themselves! They’re parties , not animals. It’s not difficult to tell the status of women no. If it is a problem for you, rule by pretending she’s ask questions equal pay.

This kind of logic isn’t really contemptuous; it’s perilous. Liu is an adult woman in this case( and yes, I’m aware this this vistum is supposed to be comedic ), but even the core of the laugh is “Men are incapacitated to resist.” But this seeps into the real world as a sincere impression. What if a man is attracted to a 13 -year-old girl? He can’t assistance himself, right? He has no bureau over himself if the status of women he acquires attractive is around, wearing clothes, and marching. What happens next came out of his control.

So if you’re one of those people who conclude maidens are overreacting to “beauty standards” or “objectification, ” understand that this is why. It’s why we take offense to the word “overreacting.” Kids should be worrying about kid acts, and not Benny Mardones.

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