#misogny tw

[metaladam]

Adam walked out of the brothel room with Bee, out of breath, his neck covered in hickeys. Breathing heavily he'd put his helmit on and made his way to the microphone, lifting it up and causing a loud feedback blare to echo across the ball room.

" Oh shit, that sucked, here let me figure this out. *panting* give me uh *panting* like 30 seconds. Oh boy....*panting* whoooof."

He'd spend the next several seconds gulping down multiple bottles of water, the sound of it going right into the microphone. After panting a bit more he'd begin once again.

" Sorry about that. I just had a good lay, bro. I tell you what, I used to hate furries, I'd call um the scum of the earth, some real degenerate losers and shit. But man, after shoving my cock into Bee's sizzling wolf pussy for an hour I think I am about to take it all back. Seriously, there was steam coming out of that thing."

He'd take another long break to drink a few more bottles of water.

" Anyway, looks like everyone's having fun! Lucifer! ( @themosthatedbeingg) Hey bitch! Looks like some big wigs have been hanging around our girl ( @infernal-feminae!) I bet she'll be layin' some pipe real soon! All good though brother, we can gossip about her together! I'll tell you about my heartache, you can tell me what the inside of Lilith's asshole feels like! I know she let you, brother, just the look and smell of your kid ( @chasingrainbcws ) tell's me she's an ass baby!

Anyway Lucifer is not alone though! We got God's little vice regent right here! Michael! ( @cast-you-dxwn) and his smokin' hot date he can't keep his hands off of ( @deifuriae)! Man oh man are those two in love! I gotta tell you Michael! With how much you are obsessed with her its shocking as fuck none of her kids are yours!

But yeah, the ball has been pretty cool so far! I got laid! Satan is probably gonna get laid and traumatize one or two people, if he does not get into a fist fight with Mikey the cuck over there! But there are some bigger things going on then just this ball! We all know Hells has its problems! You know what problems they won't have in a decade? The elderly and the disabled! CAUSE WE ARE JUST GONNA KILL UM!"

He'd shout and wait for what he thought would be a huge bout of laughter. When he heard only silence he just did it again. Jumping in the air this time and throwing his hand in the air as a signal.

" CAUSE WE ARE JUST GONNA KILL UM!"

Nothing, just random crickets somewhere.

" Fuck, tough crowed. Anyway though Hell is not the only place that's fucked up! Come 2025 us angels are gonna play more active role on Earth! What is the number one problem for humans? War and poverty! STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! You know how we are gonna stop it babes? What do humans fight over? FOOD! Who handles food? FARMERS! Where is most of the land on Earth?"

He'd wait for a moment for someone to speak up, when no one did he'd answer his own question.

" UNDER WATER BITCH! That's right we are gonna teach humans to perform agriculture under the ocean! YOU EVER HAVE A SEA BEAN, SOME SEA SQUASH, SEA PUMPKINS, SOME MOTHER FUCKING SEA SALAD YOU FUCKING CUNTS?! WELL ITS COMIN! ITS COMIN NEXT YEAR JUST LIKE I DID A FEW MINUTES AGO!

Of course we all know food is not the only problems humans have, what with social media and all the shit going on that people like Vox have brought down to Hell with um! its getting bad bro, they are sexualizing chicks, and its getting to the point where even I have a problem with it!

But yeah! We are looking at some exciting new times in Heaven, we got a new milking industry going on! Angels like milk, I like milk! I like titty milk, and that's what we are gonna harness! I am talking getting the hottest babes and milking them bro, selling that shit out on the market! Angel titty milk coming this year! No one steal my idea! I fucking thought of it first!

I'm a big thinker everyone! I am an artist! A big brained philosopher! but you don't need to be a big brained and big dicked chad like me to get shit done! Pat yourself on the backs kids, you are the future!"

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*drops the mic*

@qveenofgluttony

[xoheisse]

This is off topic for my account, but I want to help spread this important information.

Korean women are experiencing massive sexual violence by men.

tw : rape, abuse, crime

Secret Man's Telegram rooms were discovered in over 70% of South Korean schools where female students' faces were photoshopped into porn using AI.

A feminist in South Korea has mapped out schools where deepfake child pornography was created by male students using photos of girls on Telegram.

South Korean journalists who wrote articles about telegram deepfake child sex crimes are also being blackmailed with deepfakes by the perpetrators.

They also speak aggressively and disrespectfully about Ukrainian and Japanese women.

updates!

[gladiatorcunt]

- MOTHERBOARD BIRDCAGE | XVI.

the machine masturbated and we had to take it or die

cw: kinktober prompt (dubcon) fem reader, takes place at the beginning of dune 1, fem reader, dark!paul, misogyny, allusions to collaring and bondage, implied mind control orgasms, cunnilingus, arranged marriage (reader and paul are the same age), slight degradation/dumbification, reader has an implied attraction to leto, implied overstimulation, teasing, paul talks about reader like she’s a literal meal, dead dove do not eat, unedited

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

The winter sun hangs heavy on Paul Atreides' head like a pale crown.

“You look radiant, my love.”

An exhalation, “Thank you, I am happy it pleases you.”

“I think it will always please me to drink in the sight of you for the rest of our lives, a crucial part of my every meal.”

His father smiles, pleased and amused, a saying that is learned behavior then. Leto Atreides studies your gait, dragging his weighing stare back to your neutral face as they yearn to drift lower, lower, lower.

The dawn marking your second decade of life flies in on wedding bells, the night sleeps restlessly on the Atreides’s ship to Arrakis.

You pace back and forth, now kept in a room in your in-laws stronghold on the sand planet. Your marriage bed is practically all that exists in the beige space, unassuming built in shelves on either side. What is a wife to do but drape herself over the golden sheets and sigh the days away, after all.

Paul has been very polite with you, smiling charmingly against your mouth during your chaste first kiss, keeping his touches brief and only from his fingertips to the small of your back. You would take a step away and you could practically feel his fingers splay out, yearning, the air crackling, but he always let his hands fall to his sides.

You smile at him when you can, in your own way, tense and barely there. You haven’t been married for 24 hours, and your husband is already off doing his duty. You try not to think about it, the reason for the Atreides to stay on Arrakis and your loneliness. Paul is someone you’ve known for as long you’ve been his wife, but you have no one else.

His mother is deeply complicated and his father… Paul told you it’s just better for you to stay away. So you have, wasting the hours away pacing, going over your outfit options with the new handmaids you selected, the rejects from the ones sent to be picked over by your mother in law. The loneliness has become unbearable, Paul visits when he has the time, brief kisses and barely there grasps of your elbow.

You can hardly be blamed for being at your wits end one night, huffing as you roll over in bed after your afternoon nap and sliding one of the pillows between your supple thighs. It’s where Paul rests his head for the few hours you share a bed as most married couples are meant to do, you can still smell the traces of sea vapor and cold tree bark that he left behind.

“Hah….” You softly moan, languidly rocking your hips, missing your clit entirely but you have been on the brink for so long that there is no need for direct stimulation.

Your cunt quickly wets the expensive golden fabric through your undergarments, and you allow yourself to imagine it’s a man’s thigh you’re grinding on. Your husband’s, pale but flushed pink and thickened with sinewy muscle, used to tensing up. You can’t say if you feel a great desire to turn these visions into reality, but the imaginary is safe, and safe is good. You cannot mess up smooshing an ordinary pillow against your weeping cunt.

You are used to arousal being shameful, everyone stuffs their fingers up their holes and goes through trial and error until they hurtle over the edge, and they’ll don their gowns to tell their juniors the horrors of sexual proclivity. You’ve never even fingered yourself, the most you’ve done is shyly slip a digit in and then yanked it out when you felt a dull burn.

If only your teachers and staff of your castle could see you now, dry humping your distant new husband’s pillow with no orgasm in sight. You sigh and sink your head into the remaining nest of pillows, lounging in the lazy pleasure that’s barely pleasure at all. Your eyes flutter shut, which turns out to be the pivotal moment of your marriage.

You feel him before you see him, a lanky hand gingerly slides over your wide hip into the dip, not halting your movements or guiding you, merely touching to touch.

Your eyes shoot open and you try to flinch but Paul hisses something quietly, a wave of calm washes over you but you still look over your shoulder to hesitantly meet his eyes. Paul grants you a small warm smile, rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.

“I was planning to discuss this with you, but apparently you’ve taken matters into your own hands, my love.” He softly chuckles, bending down to peck the swell of your warm cheek.

His next words are whispered into your pores, his mouth so close that you feel the stitches sewing his skin to yours, “I know this has been a new experience for you, and you barely had time to get used to Caladan before you were whisked away here, but you have to know that I promise to be a loving husband.”

How can you be assured of that? If there is anyone to be wary of in this universe, you’ve been taught that it is one’s husband.

“Yes, well, can you at least…” You awkwardly trail off, pointedly gesturing to the pillow wedged between your thighs, he had not let you move since he had returned.

Paul's face transforms in genuine confusion, brow furrowing and eyes narrowing ever so slightly, then his eyes drift down to the pillow and he exhales an ‘ah’.

His grip tightens, the tips of his fingers form mini half craters in your flesh. “I don’t see the point in that, unless the way you’re clutching onto the thing for dear life causes you pain then it can remain where it is.”

You get swept up in the undercurrent warning. He’s right unfortunately, the pillow is too silken to bring you any discomfort, you are just too prideful and prone to embarrassment. From the glint in his eyes, this will be something he will help you work on until it’s a trait of a past you. You shyly meet his stoney gaze head on as you let your thighs relax, they slide down the pillow and settle on the plush bedding.

Paul leans over with interest, sliding his hands from your hip dips to caress your inner thighs. You automatically tense up and he tuts, fixing you with a cajoling look.

“Come on.” He coos, his fingers travel up your thighs to play with the tufts of hair peeking out from your underclothes. “How are a husband and wife meant to get to know each other if their bodies are uncharted territories? You don’t even speak to me.”

You sigh, relaxing your body so your husband can peruse it as he pleases. Paul leans down to get closer and gets a hold on your underwear, in an instant they’re torn away. You react with an aggravated exclamation, Paul smiles as he leans down to press a kiss to the center of the hair on your mound. Your breath hitches but you say nothing, frozen by the shock of what is supposed to be a perfectly natural moment between a married couple.

Paul drags his nose through your pubic hair, his tongue darts out for small licks every so often. You ball your hands into fists as he moves his mouth towards your swollen bud. When he finds it, he latches on and starts to suckle, smoothing his hands up and down your legs as if you’re nothing more than a frightened bull, a beastly thing that he tames and conquers.

“Refreshing.” He murmurs into your folds, his tongue leaves your clit to lick broad stripes before fucking inside your sloppy hole. “I could do this forever if my wife would let me.”

He would do it even if you kicked and screamed, but that’s neither here nor there. You don’t even need his powers to be open and willing this time, well, open enough. He has an acquired taste, little wives who ultimately bend to their husband’s will but act as if a spiked chain is around their neck.

The cool metal will become as warm as Arrakis’ sun in the blink of an eye.

You dig your nails into your palms, convinced you can barricade yourself against the pleasure through sheer will. Paul Atreides has never been one to succumb to your grievances, you’ll crumble to pieces under his influence, it could be a soft and slow thing if you act properly. He wants hearts to bloom in your irises, sparks of light forming a ring around your pupils, miniature collars.

You flail about for a moment and carve into the sheets with your heels, your skin so smooth you slip and lose your footing. Paul keeps watch from his vantage point between your thighs, lapping up the wetness pushed out by your body in the same way you’ve seen him sip his drinks. Slow, but purposeful, an act of seduction under the disguise of something truly mundane. He curls his tongue and it reminds you of a dance, you’re caught up in the whirlwind.

“I think…” He pants, nearly out of breath and he has not even been in your cunt for five minutes, “Your sweat should be bottled, I would spray it on my pillow and have the sweetest dreams.”

You don’t know what to say to that, Paul’s knack for muttering words that steal the breath from your lungs is another thing you’ve not grown used to.

“You fill me-” lick “-to the depths of my stomach.” lick

“Paul.” gasp, on the cusp of a nip to your inner thigh. “Husband.” gasp, this one is softer, your thigh gets a kiss now. “Let me- I can tend to you instead, you don’t have to do this.”

He laughs into your curls, and the tip of his nose glistens with you. His eyes are half lidded, more animal in heat than man. You’re truly too sweet for words, for the looming threat that is Paul Atreides. Desperate to perform your wifely duties, it’s much more bearable for you to degrade yourself by pleasing your husband than it is to imagine that what would truly please him would be burying his face in your beautiful cunt.

He doesn’t say any of this to you, however, because there are times when Paul prefers you just as on edge as you like to keep yourself. Your fingers twitch and slowly unfurl, but your growing hope that this strange torture will stop is dashed as Paul dives down to suck on your swollen bud. You’re surprised by how sensitive it is, how it twitches and throbs under his tongue’s attention.

Your fingers seek out the bed beneath you, begging for its help, trying to claw through the mattress itself. Paul’s fingers are digging into the meat of your thighs now, like you’re a piece of bread he can tear through to devour your innards. Your inexperience rears its head in a terribly embarrassing way, you don’t know where to look or how to push him away or how to fight against your body’s response. Your mind whispers that you want to card your shaky fingers through his hair, but you don’t, you do not.

If not because you’re determined to maintain the distance you share with Paul, then because he would enjoy it too much. He’s terrible, in a subtly sinister way, but he would drink up your every touch and scrap of affection like a parched tree.

“This cunt, it makes me sick. This hole… you’re so wet, my flower.” The syllables drip from his pink mouth like the drool that pools in your entrance. “You send me over the cliff into madness, ever since the first moment I saw you. My wife in everything but name, the missing vessel of my soul.”

Paul kitten licks your clit, tenderly raking his nails up and down your squirming legs. You act as if you can buck off your incoming orgasm like a wild horse, like your husband eating you out is a serpent wrapped around your sternum. Luckily, it’s in his DNA to tame unruly creatures, bring them to heel under his stern outstretched hand.

You mewl, a soft hearted creature at heart, practically purring, “Please.”

“Please, what? You know I’d be more than happy to give my wife whatever her heart desires. Have you forgotten my vows already? Maybe your brain is leaking out your cunt.” Paul inquires suggestively, he flattens his tongue over your hole and stills, the corners of his mouth hike up when you inevitably rock your hips against his face.

“I… why did you stop?” You don’t say that if he’s so desperate to meld your skin together then why is he ceasing his overbearing actions, but that might come across as disrespect, and Paul seems to enjoy disrespect because he can make you wish you had never been anything but the pet cleaning his feet.

A wife is not disrespectful, especially one that will soon become an even greater royal. You are blessed to have this life, as unwanted as it is, you could be a concubine, one of his father’s perhaps. Time will tell if you wish to belong to a different Atreides, but you are anchored to the present with every useless thrust your hips do.

“That’s alright, if you’ll only let me make you come by wearing yourself out, then I don’t mind. Be my quest, my love.” Paul chuckles, though it’s muffled in your folds.

You make him forget what time it is, what his next schedule will be and who he will have to navigate interacting with. History must be looking kindly on House Atreides once again, because you seem to be heading for a day wasted in bed after he’s done with you. It will be a great help to have a wife whose head is too high up in the clouds to place another cinder block on your already strenuous load.

He guesses Gurney and Duncan are right, being “pussy whipped” does exist. He can’t wait to come to meetings with his wife’s pleasure hanging off his body like the finest jewelry.

You speak again, your tone is irritated and breathless with anticipation, “D-dear. Please, husband, I feel strange, I know I’m doing it wrong. I’m sorry.”

That usually works, right? Husband’s like it when their Wife’s apologize when they believe they’re solely in the wrong. Paul seems to join them in that, nevermind that the only thing wrong you could ever do is place yourself as a separate being from him. Marriage is not for people who are content with being untethered to their lover, it’s for the howling monsters who imbed it at the center of their selves.

“Hm, that’s what I thought. This doesn’t have to be something you force yourself to endure, I can make you feel so good if you allow me.” He whispers and tightens his hold on your thighs, spreading them farther and diving back in for thirds, fourths, fifths, sixths, sevenths.

You moan louder than you thought yourself capable of, and Paul matches you with a deep one of his own that comes from the back of his throat. He slips his tongue back in your hole, his dark eyes keep watch so he can catalog every miniscule change in your expression to comb over like one of his precious digital logs. You are fire made into a humanoid being, searing curves climbing over the golden sheets like a flood of flame, your limbs searching out any reprieve from how irrevocably your lust penetrated your body.

Paul’s eyes flit towards the bundle of restraints in the corner of the room, not hidden from your line of sight, you’ve just stupidly never noticed them. You don’t notice the thought slithering around in your subconscious until it’s brought to the forefront. He opens his jaw as wide as he possibly can and does everything in his power to swallow you whole, thrusting his tongue in you until your previous self pools below your ass and wets his chin.

He would play with your clit like he’d rather take it and fidget with it when political matters get too stressful, but you arch your back as he goes to take his hands away from your thighs and his mind is made up for him. See? You really are shaping up to be an outstanding wife.

He curls his palms around the thickest part of them, pushing them apart until you whine at the slightest hint of a burn. Paul wants to show you that you can be split on more than just his cock.

You hear his voice in your head now, reverberating throughout the halls of your skill. It seems so hollow, like a bird’s, the whooshing sounds of his suggestions rattle your foundation.

A faint bundle of heat flutters in your cunt, from your clit to the precise tongue pistoning in and out of your loosening hole. Paul’s dark stare impales you into place, leaning on your elbows in this once cold marriage bed, all the trappings of luxury.

My beloved wife.

The wind fanning my flames just by existing.

You are so very dear to me, when you slump in defeat, when you laugh, when you think I’m not looking. I always am.

Gorgeous girl with a cunt most of my men would fall on their weapons to weep at your feet in hopes for a taste.

You’re so sleepy, so lax. Oh, I know. You can drift, my flower, I’ll be here, I’ll keep you anchored.

Your maids have been bored, I’ve noticed. They should be happy to change these sheets when I summon them tomorrow, life itself clutched in their hands.

Let go, my love, drench my tongue and my face, I want you to spray it so far your come coats the back of my throat. You never did give me a suitable wedding gift.

Your body assumes its own battle stance, locked up tight right before your spine feels like it’s been snapped by an invisible force. Your orgasm burns its way out of you, but you choke on how cooling it is at the same time. You’re lost to him, too out of it to be able to tell how you adorned your husband. You feel drying wet skin nuzzling between your thighs, you hear sheets being rustled in your mind as Paul blows steady air onto your clit.

Your fingers find their way through his brown almost-tresses as the small licks start again, rekindling.

[vulva-venus-hates-that-penis]

[loomingdread]

"You didn't get shit right, I wasn't part of it - so it sucked." He teased, grinning triumphantly. "She's not her real sister. Just some emotional ploy from that stupid bitch she fell out of." He shrugged. Billy didn't have any siblings either, but, he'd always imagined it would be cool to have a brother. A blood relative that he could trust his whole life onto. Someone who shared the same values as him. But, he didn't need it. Billy didn't need anybody, he was sure of it. "Well, depends what you're offerin', don't it?" He grinned, biting his bottom lip. "Yeah, a real fuckin' pleasure. Especially once we get our hands on her, then we can have some real fun." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Why do you want her dead, anyway? Do I need to know? Or is it just stupid girl drama? Wouldn't get that from sons."

@fcrafcrtnight

"AGAIN, RELATIVE. I GOT IT RIGHT THE FIRT TIME. AND YOU KNOW.. ew, siblings. they're a complete waste of time." and thank god that she had never had any, because.. as far as she was concerned, she didn't need them. as far as she was concerned, she didn't anyone but herself, did she? OF COURSE NOT. "why? would you be interested in any other kind of services?" messing around with him, because.. right now, she could and would do that much. didn't she? yes. "waiting to find someone that would see things the way that i do? pleasure doing business with you as it is," extending a hand. "after this? once she's dead? you'll be set up for life." and why not bring the other into the business a little bit? hm? @springbandit

[backmaskcd]

"In my defense, I didn't expect it to wind up in the paper but that was probably very dumb of me to think that wouldn't be front page news," Gio grumbled. It was better that he was left to bring up things on his own terms, but it was hard when that information was blasted across town. "I only have Italian kitchen skills. I used to watch my mom cook when I was younger, and while my dad was pretty insistent that was a woman's job, I learned a few recipes along the way since I never did manage to get myself a wife, and there's only so many microwavable meals one can stand to eat before it gets old."

"i did, yeah, and that was after i came home to find you with bloody knuckles. the paper just filled in the details." as a general rule, she gave gio his space when it came to certain topics. they didn't discuss gilly a lot, but any information he offered up made salem's heart swell. he was different with her, and vice versa. "i'll take whatever win i can get at this point," she chuckled, her arms stretching until they wrapped around his neck, having to stand on her toes to do so. but his offer made salem blush, and suddenly she felt shy under his desk. "i won't say no to that. i wanna see what the grumpy italian has for some kitchen skills."

[percyweasleyapologist]

I just got a really upsetting hate anon that I reported, but like... wtf???

What makes anyone think they can go onto someone's blog and just say that? Like truly, I need to know what went on in this man's (I'm assuming bc no woman would say this) brain, to think he had the right to say that.

A message to the anon if he sees this: I really, really hope that you know how awful of a person you are. To go onto a teenage girl's blog and tell her that you will control her body is such a sick, twisted thing to do. You are a coward for hiding your identity, Please, for the love of god, get some help.

[tragcdysewn]

"shut the fuck up. she deserves better than wherever you left her." adam, on the other hand, didn't deserve shit, and he wasn't going to leave enough of the man for anyone to give them that curtesy once he was done. he'd hated the other since almost literally the dawn of time, this was the longest feud known to mankind, and he was glad to finally get the chance to finish it off with his own hands. "all you're doing is digging yourself a deeper grave, you get that, right?" he honestly couldn't tell if it was an attempt at goading him further, or if adam was just that fucking stupid. it could be either, with adam, if he was being totally honest. "you're not going to touch my wife. not that you got to touch her very much when she was your wife, either." he laughs a bit, though it's not as light as it could be. he stops in mid air then, throwing adam down with as much force as he can muster. "i don't want to hear shit about my parenting from you, dickhead." he snaps, before letting out a blast of power to completely destroy the other man, in the hopes they'd be entirely incapable from coming back this time.

adam coughed out a little, a laugh leaving their lips. "are you sure about that? you sure you wanna see where I left your bitch of a daughter?" he asked, the shit-eating grin still on his lips. adam knew they were digging a bigger hole for themselves, but he didn't care - this was fun - it was fun to piss lucifer off, it always had been. "you could say that I took the trash out," another cough left his lips as he was smashed back into the wall - the wind being knocked out of them. still, adam was resilient. "I can say whatever I want about your stupid family, you're all a bunch of stupid cunts who deserve to die - maybe I'll go after lilith next," they grinned. he didn't want to - lilith was another person they didn't want to see, yet another bitch. "maybe you should keep a better hold on your daughter, maybe if you didn't give her so much freedom then we wouldn't be in this situation," they grinned. "you're fucking pathetic, no wonder they threw you out of heaven - just another idiot with stupid dreams," adam was hoping that lucifer would take the bait - to make the other angrier.

[unhinged-as-hell]

One thing I notice is that on videos where they're ranting about how Muslim women are oppressed, the op is always white, American and apparently knows only about Afghanistan.

"Can you list the Islamic countries where this happens?"

"Afghanistan."

"..."

"..."

"And-?"

"Well it happens in Afghanistan and clearly that speaks for every Muslim women!"

⬆️This, my friends, is something of a conversation I have actually seen. If you can't do your research than how can you make any claims?

Let me tell you something about me. I come from a culture that is so obviously there to favor males it is unbelievable. Fortunately this is something my family goes very much against, but of course it's still there in the family and of course I see it freaking around me.

Now I have studied Islam my entire life, finished the Quran, and have learned most of the Prophets lives, you wanna know what I didn't find in there? Women being oppressed.

Muslim women are allowed abortion if done within 4 months, can kill their rapists, go to school, and work. The people I look the most up to in the stories of Islam are women. Examples?

Khadijah(RA) was a business owner, equivalent to a CEO in that time.

Nusaybah bint Ka'ab(RA) was a warrior.

Aishah(RA) was a scholar.

I've read about women going to war in the time of the Holy Prophet(SAW) to avenge their sons, husbands and fathers.

Mothers, mothers are quite literally one of the most important peoples in Islam. This is something I have literally grown up being taught, again and again and again.

There are surahs that speak constantly of how you can't disrespect a woman, how they are allowed to do as they please.

And hijabs? Yeah they're mandatory, but they can't be forced on you. I still don't wear a hijab most of the time, my mother doesn't sometimes, same goes for several other women in my family.

Speaking of my family, most of my female cousins have jobs, good ones at that. Ones a doctor, another's a movie director, several of them are in university and have internships. My oldest cousin still isn't married either, and she isn't in a rush.

Islam takes women so unbelievably seriously and cherishes them so much it is actually remarkable.

Wanna know where all these teachings aren't taken seriously or ignored all together? My culture.

Misogyny isn't in religion. It is in culture.

Next time you decide to hate on something, especially something like a religion, than do your research.

[werewolfroman]

Bored, it was the issue right now.  It never got any easier going through the motions of booking him.  On the bench, his knee bounced up and down as he thought about things and what took place that evening.  Of course though, he could not take it easy on Neylani, he began spewing out things and truth be told he wasn’t sure where it was all coming from.  Truth of the matter, he actually liked her despite being a police officer.  The woman had always given him the benefit of the doubt and here he was being a complete jackass.  So when she began to speak, he quickly shut up.

The words pierced him, the wolf knew he was completely out of line.  “You’re right,” he softly stated.  It was not something he often uttered to someone else.  However, he crossed a line tonight.  Roman knew he was an asshole, he knew he was a womanizer and many, many other things. However, he didn’t like the way he was right now and he certainly did not like the way Neylani was looking at him.  Shame spread across his features as he lowered his head.  “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that,” he told her, not able to make eye contact with her from his guilt.

Hard to believe decades ago he was an outstanding member of Greywood, a great husband and amazing father but turning to the bottle turned him into the opposite.  Now, he was just the town drunk whose children were ashamed to be associated with him.  The man let out a sigh, unsure what to do right now besides remain silent while she finished processing him.

The wolf swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly lifted his gaze on the beautiful woman.  “You’re one of the nice ones,” he let her know.  “I jus’, I dunno.”  It was hard to explain what drove him.  Perhaps it was his way of keeping people at bay and trying his best to get them to hate him as much as he hated himself.  “I’m sorry,” he said once again.  “I really am.”  There really was no making things right between them.  Roman knew his word wasn’t worth shit, but he hoped she did believe him this once.

Sometimes, she hated when people proved her right. Neylani's typing slowed to a pause, her lips having thinned into a rather severe line that hardened her normally soft features. This wasn't the first time a man mocked her and whatever authority she possessed-- it wasn't the first time they so crassly hit on her. It wasn't to make her feel flattered and wanted, either. This behavior was designed to make her uncomfortable, and it worked every time. Roman absolutely made her skin crawl, and the rest of her shored up with offense. All she asked for, was a little damn respect in this world. Thirty-nine years of fighting the stereotypes held against women-- four tours of duty in the marines (as a fighter pilot, no less), becoming an advisor in The Pack, following in the steps of those who came before her in her family to protect the citizens of Greywood, and more recently, assuming the role of sheriff. Even after all of those qualifications that should prove that she was, in fact, worthy of respect and consideration... One little insignificant interaction with some random could make it all feel sat right back at square one. None of her efforts ever mattered. None of them would take her seriously. And, if she brought any of it up, she'd get slapped with those classic labels they always saddled women with: emotional, overreacting, can't take a joke or compliment, etc.

Right, right. Yet, she wondered how many of her male coworkers ever had to listen to their perps' crude come-ons? None, more than likely. But no, of course she was overreacting.

"Listen to me," Ney said then, finally settling the elder man with that unamused stare, "because I recognize you must be someone whose been ridiculously enabled in this disgusting behavior, but I'm not the one. Stop it with the pet names-- if you can't call me Neylani, then make it Officer Smith, or nothing at all, I don't care-- and don't make another inappropriate comment. I don't know if you think it's cute or funny, or you're doing it to get some sick satisfaction in pissing me off, but it's enough. I don't deserve that and I certainly will not stand for it." He was truly walking a fine line with her, each chance encounter. This had to be the worst she'd seen of him so far, though, and Neylani could hardly stand to look at the wolf in that moment. The blatant disrespect of her honestly made her want to scream in frustration. All of that could hardly be placed on Roman's shoulders, no-- this was years and years of people not taking her seriously. But he may very well be the one she snaps on, if he didn't start to tread lightly. And the sheriff wasn't really sure what would happen then because normally, she had great control of herself and those "emotions" of hers.

Boy, did she hate when she gave others respect and chances, went out of her way, bending over backwards to make sure they had a cushioned landing, only for them to come back and smack her in the face anyway. If her father could see this, he'd have been just as disappointed in her as she was herself. "When I'm done," Ney's curt reply came as she returned to finish with Roman's file, clearly in no further mood to entertain conversation with him now. He could ruminate in the stark silence now for all she cared. It was her own fault, she supposed, for opening her mouth and thinking he could possess an ounce of maturity at his big age. Definitely her mistake-- he was sitting on their police bench, in cuffs, and waiting to spend the weekend sleeping it off. Red flags galore, in this one. It was just in Ney's nature to want to believe there was decency to be found in everyone and she often gave them do-overs... Everyone was entitled to their bad days, sure. But at some point, she knew she needed to draw the line somewhere because clearly, some people just didn't want to be helped. Roman, she was coming to find, seemed to be one of those, and it was disappointing to see all that wasted potential.

[fightingalgth8rs]

"But don’t pretend like she hasn’t packed on the pounds."

Who the fuck cares if she has?? And how shallow do they think David is that they think she needs to be (their definition of) hot next to him anyway?

Of course they're not really fans of him are they? Just their fantasy version of him while hating their fantasy villain of her

Listen @notnov8or used the phrase 80lbs and starving to death in that last post. Trust me it's so true. I'm saying this is a 84lbs skinny person. I wish that some miracle would happen that would make me chonky. I'm all about empowering the anorexic but sometimes I really really want to be healthier. So it really eludes me when these people call her fat or ugly. Because there's a lot of people that would kill for her (don't know if I wanna be her or do her....either way what bliss).

Also he does think she's hot. Because he's not dumb like them. They're the only one who don't think she wasn't looking hot next to him. In fact she was looking SO hot next to him that she made him look like Just Some Bloke (tm).

You're right anon. They're not fans of him. I wish they wake up someday.

[incaensio]

"marble. she was determined when i last met her, yes." domitila wasn't sure about women power — she uplifted the girls because they were the ones assigned to her; if one day soon she is to get the boy, she would root vehemently for him to smash his district partner's head with a rock (and she would, indeed, wish for just that in a year or two). of course, cadie must have different views, considering the way she has won, and if domitila's memory is right, she also has a sister. "i see. well, i hope marble can find a cave or something to keep her warm. even getting to the top 7 would be wonderful." not for the girl who would possibly die, of course, but she's not the one domitila is thinking of. "can you imagine, three wins in a roll for two?" that's an exhilarating possibility for her, and she does not bother to notice that it could not be the case for cadie.

still, she is all smiles when the girl seems to enjoy what she was given. people who did so made for good victors — even when it was just a farse. no one likes a gloomy victor, after all. "oh?" now, who doesn't like a good gossip? domitila certainly is quite a fan, and the expression of mischief that covers her face tells just that. "and you're still not friends? what a pity. it would make for a good story, you know, former colleagues going from rags to riches. now neighbors!" her laugh is bright, careless of the lack of tact every word she utters carry. "very well," the stylist said, taking both glasses; within a moment, a server comes through, carrying a tray, and domitila places the old glasses there, while picking a new one for herself. "stick to your limit. you are a tad young, but i'm sure one of your mentors will be more than glad to teach you how to hold your own." she means brutus, as he was the type to know how to enjoy a party.

To be honest Cadence hadn't actually been paying that much attention to the games this year. She hadn't really had the time. If she wasn't at some exclusive party she was being invited to cocktails with some fancy Capitolite. Cadie was still grateful for it all, and so was finding it a little hard to say no. Maybe she should be speaking to the Escort more? "Eh. The girl maybe? Female power right?" She mused with a little shrug. To be honest she couldn't care less who would. She hadn't been friends with them. Even now with her victor status she didn't have many friends back at Two. It didn't exactly bother her though. She'd always been a little bit of a lone wolf. She shook her head at Domi's next question. "Not particularly." Or at least Cadence hadn't paid much attention to those lessons. "But even an idiot could work out that wet matches won't do anything." Would she consider the current district two tributes idiots? She didn't know. But time would tell if one of them managed to become a victor.

"For now at least" She mused with a laugh. She figured once they had a new victor she would lose her shine a little. Cadie didn't know if she would like that or not. Having some time to herself would be good, but even Cadie couldn't deny the fact that she was liking the attention. It felt good to have some people actually want to have her around. She hadn't felt that much at home. "I do quite like the attention though." She murmured with a little smile. It felt nice being the newest celebrity. She just shrugged at her next question. "Enobaria and I grew up together. Same Orphanage." She explained, although that would make it seem like they should be closer friends. She liked Enobaria, but there was no denying that either of them were the most friendliest people in the world. Cadence didn't know what she had been drinking. She just accepted the drinks that the Capitolites put in her hand. It was dangerous, but she didn't want to say no. She didn't want to accidently offend the wrong person. "I probably should...." She murmured in agreement. "All this drinking... it's new to me"

[abearinthewoods]

Police initially arrest 12 year old intoxicated sex assault victims instead of 64 year old unrelated man they were with.

Police find 2 12 year old girls outside of a 64 year old man's house, clearly drunk, barely understandable, but none the less saying the home owner got them drunk and then touch them.

Their first response was to put the two girls in cuffs and ask the homeowner for their story.

Only after being shown 3 separate pieces of evidence each of which clearly establishing the authenticity of their story did the police take off their cuff and arrest the home owner.

What the actual fuck.

(source below the fold)

If you weren't expecting a gender swap, you haven't been paying attention. -LF

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 26th: Grinch

(he will be a human)

Warnings: misogyny, kidnapping, age gap, Yandere stuff

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Yandere! Grinch who nobody has seen in years. He has a house in the middle of the woods and never leaves his house unless it's something important.

Yandere! Grinch who you heard about since you were a kid and after a while, you started to want to learn more about him.

Yandere! Grinch who hates that someone is knocking on his door, don't you know that he wants to be alone?

Yandere! Grinch who wasn't expecting to see a young girl, standing there with a notebook, pencil, and a backpack on her.

“What do you want little girl?” he asked while looking you up and down.

“I'm here to interview you, sir,” you explained shyly while trying not to appear rude or mean. “Can I please come in?”

Yandere! Grinch who didn’t think it was right for a female to have an important job as an interviewer, but instead of being in the kitchen cooking or doing the laundry or at home watching the kids.

Yandere! Grinch who thinks that if you’re not gonna stay at your home and do what a woman is supposed to be doing then he should teach you that the only place a woman should be is at home.

Yandere! Grinch who ends up knocking you out and plans on keeping you in his cabin for the rest of your life.

Yandere! Grinch who loves the fact that you are so much younger than he is.

Yandere! Grinch who will never let you go outside unless you're with him and you two just stay in the forest.

Yandere! Grinch who has been waiting for the perfect girl and now that he has you he won't give you up easily.

[drunkgoth-bimb0]

As i lay in this ice cold bath, i wanna take the time to reflect. I deserve this. Not only to burn calories but to remind me of my place. beneath Men. any and all Men are above me. I am nothing but a stupid, pathetic, drunk and horny Bimbo who does anything Men say. And i really love it, honestly. I actually hate how much i love freezing in this cold water, eating less fhan 1000 cals a day and drinking gin daily because its the lowest cal alcohol i can find. I hate myself for how low i will sink for approval from Men online, for making cocks hard and cum. This water is legit freezing and im covered to my shoulders. The timer hasnt gone off yet. I have 6 mins and 20 sec left. Once the timer has gone off Ill edge my bimbo slit with my painfully long stupid nails until its time to prep dinner. Im in loveeee with this degenerate bimbo lifestyle. I adore being a gender traitor cumrag!! It isnt just about losing weight and being hot at tjis point. Its about keeping tjis feelimg snd obeying as much as i physically and mentally can. Erase me and build me from yoir fantasy. im jus a girl, after all 💘

[elin-moon]

More on Alicent and her inconsistent character in season 2:

I feel like the writers and directors forgot what and who Alicent is as a character, what she represents. From watching season 1, I'd say Alicent is a representation of the women who not only live the way the Patriarchal society wants them to live, but also openly supports the Patriarchal system and shames women who don't live by the expectation, because for them it works so it should work for every woman.

This is most evident in Alicent's treatment of Rhaenyra, constantly going out of her way to put down Rhaenyra's authority amongst the men at court and in the council. Of course, it is all for her own gain, as Rhaenyra having less power means more power for her, which comes in the form of respect from the men around her. In everything Alicent does, she's looking to make herself look more endearing to the men around her by putting down another woman who is not behaving in the typical way that a woman is expected to be.

Such as with the really strong focus on Rhaenyra having bastards, not because she's sleeping around with a lot of men, but because the man she's married with can't have children with her; Rhaenyra is having bastard children out of a necessity to have heirs, but also because it is expected of her as a woman. If she were a man, no one would've cared, which is even said in the show:

"If I were born a man, I could father a dozen bastards." - Rhaenyra Targaryen

A man can have sex with as many women as he wants and have as many illegitimate children as he'd like, but a woman can't. If she does, she's considered a whore, which is exactly what happens to Rhaenyra, and Alicent perpetuates this by further spreading the rumours of Rhaenyra's infidelity and her children's legitimacy, all for the betterment of her own cause, to make Aegon appear as a better candidate for the throne. Alicent uses the Patriarchal system to her advantage to get what she wants, to put her son on the throne.

The most important thing is that Alicent doesn't necessarily see this as wrong. I mean, look at her father, Otto Hightower, who constantly tells her that a woman could never rule, that it must be Aegon that is king, becuase he's the first born son.

"It wouldn't matter if she were Jaehaerys himself come again; she is a woman."

In his eyes, Rhaenyra could never rule on her own as a woman, and he sends this message down to his daughter. Society itself also supports him in his belief, as is evident by the Great Council of 101, where Viserys was chosen over Rhaenys to rule, the very first scene in the first episode. As every woman in the show, Alicent suffers under the Patriarchy, but she's been raised to believe that that is what's right, and any other woman who refuses to suffer the same and tries to push back against the system in anyway is wrong and should be taught better.

Alicent's loyalty to the Patriarchy is also presented through her piousness to the Faith of the Seven, a fictional religion that takes inspiration from real life Christianity. Now, we all know very well that Christianity is being used as a tool to keep women down and subservient to their husbands, encouraging them to be obedient to the men in their lives. Christianity is alos the root of purity culture, telling young girls they must remain pure and chaste maidens for their future husbands, and if they don't do so, they are harlots and whores and sinners and they will surely go to hell. Since the Faith of the Seven is so similar to Christianity, it supports a similar concept of women needing to remain pure before marriage, and Alicent would've been raised with this belief, so evidently believes it so herself. This would not only further tie into her treatment of Rhaenyra, who she believes has sullied herself by having sex outside of marriage, but also her treatment of other girls and women.

For example, Dyana, the maid that Aegon raped. While, by all means, Alicent does help her, giving her contraceptive Moon tea and money so she can get away without trouble, Alicent still helps the maid hide. It is suggested by the show that this isn't the first time Aegon's done this, yet he hasn't really been punished by the law in anyway, because he's a man, and Alicent knows this. So, the best she can do is offer Dyana (and possibly other maids that have suffered similarly) an escape from further suffering. But she also has to keep her son's actions a secret, because they are considered bad, and while Aegon won't get punished for it, it may give him a slightly bad look to the public and give Team Black something to use as proof that Aegon isn't a capable ruler, and Alicent can't have that. So, she makes sure the maids, like Dyana, don't talk of what's happened to them, paying them to get out as soon as possible. She knows she can silence them easily since their voices don't matter as mere maids, so her privilege as queen is used as well, making sure women beneath her struggle in silence.

Her perpetuating Patriarchal values is also evident with her daughter, Helaena. While she doesn't mistreat her in any matter and cares for her dearly, Alicent obviously thinks that what is bets for Helaena is for her to live by the expectations set out for women. She has her daughter married to Aegon at 13, and forces her to have children with him as a teenager. In the book, she's 14 giving birth to the twins, and in the show, assuming she's around 19 and the twins are 4, she gives birth at 15. Either way, she's far too young to be getting married and having children, but this is what society expects of her, and what Alicent pushes for, since she believes it is for the best. Alicent herself was a teenager getting married and having children young, both in the show and the book. Sure, in the book she's 18, but that is still quite young (as an 18 year old myself, I couldn't image getting married and having children), and in the show, she's about 14 getting married and 15/16 having her first child. Alicent lived by society's expectations, and it is evident in the show she doesn't enjoy it, but she believes she must, so she thinks Helaena must as well. In fact, she believes every woman must as well. She sees Rhaenyra doesn't live a life of servitude to her husband, and Alicent hates her for it, most likely being jealous of her freedom, seen most evidently first when Alicent is still young and Rhaenyra is still unmarried and refuses to marry even though she's given plenty of men to choose from while Alicent had been given no choice.

"I think it's rather romantic" - Alicent Hightower

"What's so romantic about being locked up in a castle and made to squeeze out heirs." - Rhaenyra Targaryen

Alicent is jealous of Rhaenyra's percieved freedom, of her ability to choose who to marry, who to have children with. Alicent doesn't see that Rhaneyra is still being forced to marry when she doesn't want to, she just sees the privilege of choice on who that Rhaenyra has, and she wishes she could have that, and feels that Rhaenyra is being ungrateful. As time passes, and Rhaenyra gets away with stuff women wouldn't normally get away with, such as having illegitimate children as her heirs and having an affair with the man she loves, Alicent becomes more and more jealous, and it turns into cruelty, trying constantly to put Rhaenyra down to make herself feel better; she's the one being a good woman here, she's the one following the rules that society set out for her, she she believes she is righteous in what she does. She believes women must live like her, living for the men around them and offering everything they have to men, even their ambition, or else they are wrong.

"You've gone too far!" - Rhaenyra Targaryen

"I!? What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law, while you flout all to do as you please! ... Where's duty? Where's sacrifice? It's trampled under your pretty foot again!" - Alicent Hightower

Alicent believes sacrifice is necessary, something women must do, and when Rhaenyra doesn't sacrifice her owns self for the men around her, Alicent believes she's not being a woman correctly, that she's behaving incorrectly because she doesn't live exactly as the Patriarchal society expects her to.

The Patriarchy requires women to sacrifice everything: their very freedom, their very rights, their very desires, all to be desirable to men, and religion is used to make women believed that these sacrifices make them righteous, that it makes them better then other women, which only strengthens the system as the women who are being oppressed support their own oppression.

This is who Alicent was in season 1, and season 2 fails to deliver this. She has sex outside of wedlock even though her religion would forbid it, and she tries to break away from what she started and tries to go back to Rhaenyra even though she hasn't been given a good reason to other than a desire for freedom from the system. While I don't believe her character arc of breaking away rom the system is bad, I feel it was badly written; it all happens far too quickly. In just a few short weeks (at best), she's gone from fully supprting her son taking the throne and being willing to make sacrifices to achieve this, to abandoning her son entirely while he's injured and longing to break away from the cage she's been trapped in for years. It's unrealistic, no one can change that quickly in a few weeks. This arc would make sense if it was more drawn out and build upon slowly. Perhaps Alicent's desire for freedom could be foreshadowed at best in season 2, and in season 3 have it fully manifest, but it being far too late for Alicent to escape and now she has to suffer with her guilt and regrets as she watches everything fall apart around her, driving her mad as she can no longer change anything, no matter how much she wants. She has build her own cage and chains, and now has no choice but to keep to them, no matter how much she hates it now.

But whatever, we shall see what season 3 will do with her character. Perhaps they'll fix up on the inconsistencies and find a way to make her character make sense in a satisfying way that somehow aligns with season 1 and 2, but we'll have to wait.

For now, I'm done.