#people can figure it out but if they say anything it'd be a ''girl what were YOU doin at the devil's sacrament'' kinda situation
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echthr0s · 2 years ago
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@ladyoriza of course the collar has a bell on it
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genderqueerdykes · 2 months ago
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In a weird way, it feels like this is the only blog I can ask this and know that I'll get a 100% honest answer to my question, without having to worry about reading subtext. (Thank you for that) you've mentioned you don't want man hating lesbians here (valid) and if that applies here I'll back off 100% but like.
What if I specifically hate Cishet men. What if I don't take issue with queer men at all, just the cishets? Geunine question, just in case, because I know this could read as like trolling or something, and I do understand that basic language dictates yes it'd apply but I'm stupid & not sure, and I know that even if it's a harsh or brutal reply, you'll still give it to me straight. (Thank you for that too, my autistic ass struggles with subtext a lot.)
While I have reasons for feeling the way I do, I'm not sure they matter in this context. And that's okay.
i'm glad that you want to have a genuine conversation about it, i really appreciate that! the only way to learn and figure things out is to ask questions
at the end of the day, this behavior still affects queer men. cishet men can be queer- they can be intersex, aromantic, asexual, genderqueer, gender non conforming, drag artists... "cishet man" does not inherently mean someone who is not queer. there are many ways to be queer outside of being gay, bisexual, and/or trans. and even then, this behavior gets dangerous fast because strangers you perceive to be cishet men very well can be anything but that. someone you clock to be a cishet man may be a closeted trans girl, a trans man, a non binary person, a butch lesbian, and so on. you treating that person like they're an inherent danger causes a whole host of issues
this attitude is also why trans men, trans women, and non binary people are being forcefully removed from queer communities. if a queer person reads or passes as a "cishet man," they are treated with hostility and asked to leave in a lot of cases. we cannot allow the concept of manhood and perceived manhood to be viewed as something to be avoided and cast out, because it affects so much more than just cishet men. this attitude affects a LOT of closeted and non-passing trans women. honestly, that's who this hurts the most. it hurts trans men and enbies, but it really hurts trans women. it creates a standard where they have to overperform femininity and womanhood in order to be seen as "safe", and it's not okay.
projecting your issues with a small handful of people on to an entire group does not help. you have not been harmed by the concept of cishet men- you have been harmed by specific cishet men. in permanently labeling cishet men as bad people, this creates an ultimatum where they can never improve. hating them by virtue of them being cishet men creates a standard that cishet men will ALWAYS be terrible, and that they can't improve or learn. this creates an environment where no one challenges these behaviors and it makes the cycle even more toxic and abusive
it's okay to not want to spend time with cishet men, but saying that you hate all cishet men really isn't a good look. it's not the way to go about living a happy life. assuming that every single cishet man on this planet will hurt you or be a bad person strictly by virtue of being a cishet man is exactly what cishets do to us. this is how queerphobic cishet people look at trans women. there's no reason to do it back. we have to learn not to stereotype entire groups of people, no matter who they are
the concept of cishet men has never hurt you, and it never will. cishet men are not your enemy- patriarchy is. not every single cishet man benefits from patriarchy, either. intersex men, men of color, gender non conforming men, ace men and aro men are treated like absolute shit for not conforming to the toxic masculinity that patriarchy pushes. patriarchy also harms men- we must stand alongside men who are being chewed up and spat out by this machine. cishet men are not inherently bad people- we are grooming boys and men to be hostile, emotionally closed off, and violent. this is not an inherent trait of cishet men, but rather a societal issue
i hope that makes sense! in general it just really sucks to stereotype an entire group of people. it doesn't help anyone. the concept of cishet manhood hasn't hurt you and it never will. cishet men can still be allies. i've had lots of cishet male friends who weren't transphobic or even homophobic. the first person in my irl life to switch to using my proper pronouns at the time was a cishet man. he never screwed up my pronouns once, he never questioned my gender identity. cishet man does not mean inherently violent, dangerous, and evil. the more we teach men that they don't have to be this way, the more they will follow.
hope that helps! take care!
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raayllum · 6 months ago
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The way this whole scene was so sweet and validating and just everything from a characterization and relationship standpoint. Rayla, being prepared to leave the Starscraper without even asking about the quasar diamonds, being so hesitant and overwhelmed to even reach for or grasp at something she Wants, and Callum being so steady and patient and loving. Placing his hand over hers and guiding her hand to the diamonds. It's okay to want things. It's okay to have what you want. It's okay to take them.
His encouraging little nod, the way he gives space so that she can hold them, the way Rayla repeats "You knew," as she re-contextualizes his previous behaviour—staying up all night figuring out the spell, wanting to go on the quest in the first place to a degree, being incredibly frustrated when he couldn't figure out the rune spell at first—with new clarity that it was for her.
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The way Callum says what we've always seen and known out loud, but so gently and with so much love. He knows her, knows her so well, her selfless heart and kind nature and how routinely she puts herself second, that she would've refused to go if she knew it would benefit her. She never does anything for herself, and Callum would do anything for her, my beloved. Including and up to why she left and how they're moving forward since.
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And Rayla once again being shocked and a little overwhelmed (same girl) that anyone could or would love her this much this well. It's okay to want things, and I will do everything in my power to give you chances to have them. I'll give you everything you want and deserve if you just let me.
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Callum thinking she really might even be slightly mad because she agreed to saving people without the full context (that it'd also let her save her family) but of course Rayla just hugs him with gratefulness and love, finally smiling now that the shock and overwhelm of it all has processed.
And if I cry every time what then?
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kairiscorner · 1 year ago
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inspired by @binibinileonara's idea :D
ok but imagine miguel with an airheaded personality but super smart gf like
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miguel o'hara with a genius, airheaded girlfriend (headcanons + blurbs !!)
he could never fathom at first how you could be so amazingly smart, the real problem fixer for nearly everything, finding all the little things that need correction in the plans he comes up with–but also be so oblivious at times.
he appreciates how sweet you are, but he doesn't like it when you give other people the same attention you give him, with you not really seeing anything wrong with being friendly with miguel and everyone else all the same.
when he gets mad, you're the only one who can bare him (hell you even tease him that he'll look way older if he frowns again when he's irritated).
he loves how you can go from proposing solutions to multiversal threats that can undo everything that has ever come into existence in the blink of an eye to petting kitties the next moment and giving them names after kinds of fish.
he can never have a serious, adult conversation with you, you're too busy staring at his hair and thinking how nice it'd be to touch it, how fluffy it'd be.
"are you even listening to me?" miguel asks you with a scowl on his face as you absentmindedly gaze up at his hair's curls. "are you listening to me?" he asks you again as he gently grabs your cheeks and brings your eyes to look into his. "you have such puffy hair, miggy." you say with a smile as he grumbles. "is it that hard for you to focus on what i'm saying?" "when you've got tufty locks like that, yes, it is." you said as you instinctively reached out for his hair, with him reluctantly letting go of you and sitting down for you to run your hands across his hair.
you take advantage of the fact he isn't as good with technology as you are and intercept his calls all the time just to play 'barbie girl' or 'california girls' to piss him off.
he does appreciate how cute you are when you're being an airhead sometimes, especially if you had a childish side to you that liked things just as cute, sweet, and adorable as you.
(((you were the one who made the miggy doll)))
he does wonder sometimes how you can monitor the multiverse while playing games on the side. he has told you repeatedly to focus, but you tell him all the time that you can focus on everything, it's easy for you, he's just being a perfectionist.
if you're easily distracted by sweets, like just drop all your work to have a bite of something sweet, miguel would bait you to quit teasing him with some candy. or if you're being difficult and don't wanna help on a mission because you're too tired or stubborn that day, he baits you with sweets.
"please, i won't ask for anything more after this, i just need you to coopera–" "no, it's naptime." you said as you were about to head to your private quarters. miguel blocks your way with his massive figure, with your grumbling under your breath as he stares you down. he pulls out a bag of your favorite candies, which catches your attention. with widened eyes, you look up at him and back at the candies. "will you please cooperate now?" he asked you as you snagged the bag from his hands and snacked on one of the candies. "okay, maybe i will. it's child's play anyway, let me help." you said with a cheeky grin as miguel groaned. he loved you dearly, but it was like you were always getting your way with him. though he didn't hate it, you really were cute like this.
i just know you get stuck in some of the spider people's webs sometimes, especially when you're goofing off with their webshooters. and who's gonna save you?
"miggyyyyyyyy..." you called for him as you hung upside down by the ceiling, wrapped in synthetic webbing as miguel entered the room, seemingly unfazed by your current state. he sighed as he sliced you free of the web restraints and caught you in his arms. "miggyyyyy!" you cooed his name as you snuggled up close against his chest. "why do you keep doing this?" he asks you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiling as you were now in his arms. "maybe i just wanted to be in your arms for a change..." "or you just love being an irresponsible little brat." he murmured as you giggled and looked up into his eyes.
"but you'll save me anyway, right? then i guess my plan worked." you said with a sly smile as miguel threatened to drop you. "no, miggyyyyyy..." you whimpered as you clung on to his neck as he let go of you. he sighs reluctantly as he scoops you up and carries you around, not minding the onlookers who'll stare you being carried like a baby by this man.
tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @jrrantss @fictarian @yuridopted0 @ophanimgold @luvstarrstruck @arachnoia
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littleplantfreak · 7 months ago
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I can't go back to sleep until I write Umemiya pining after a girl who's busier than he is apparently so. I didn't really proofread sorry! :P
The first time he meets you, you literally fall into his arms. Not in the romantic way though, you're just running so fast that when you stumble, trying to skew your direction enough that you don't hurt him, he's fumbling to catch you. The box of books your trying to bring to the library donation box scatters and you're in the most awkward hold ever. "Sorry, really should've watched where I was going," you tell him, out of breath and sweaty. He tries to help you pick up the books but you wave his hand off, before saying a quick goodbye and heading off. He laughs about it later, remembering your hair completely disheveled from the fall and the way you went back to running to the library even though he's sure it's not going anywhere anytime soon.
He ends up asking more people about you, finding out more about you from them, than he's able to glean from his rare run-ins with you. You're as active in the community as he is, just in different ways. Walking a bunch of younger kids to school in the morning because they have to cross a busy street and the school hasn't been able to cover the crossing guard position just yet or helping run the fundraiser for a local shop's owner who's sick, your schedule is packed even when you don't plan for it to be.
Everyone can see him getting a stupidly goofy look on his face as he calls out a quick greeting seeing you on your way somewhere. The first time he sees you tired he's nervous immediately. It's totally normal, given how much you do, but the hunch in your shoulders and sluggish way you're eating the food at Pothos has his stomach turning. He's considering asking Hiragi for stomach medicine now. When you go to leave he's grabbing the fabric of your sleeve gently tugging, a little unsure if you'd be against him grabbing your hand. He's a gentle guy, but no one's seen him treat anyone that delicately before.
"I know you're busy, but could you make time for me?" He's asking, and you misunderstand his concern for you as him really needing help with something, shooting a text to the people you were supposed to meet. You agree and he leads you to the school rooftop, giving you a brief tour.
"What did you need help with again?" You ask, yawning into your hands.
"Ah..." He trails off because he didn't need help but he figures you must've thought that when he asked for your time. "Ya see this hammock over here? I'm trying to figure out if I need to get a new one! Could you try it out for me?" He figures trying to explain that he just wanted to spend time with you might go over your head, so making up an excuse is the best bet, not to mention he might be able to get you to rest.
You're not fazed in the slightest, having been asked weirder favors. "Yeah, it's not gonna fall over or anything, right?" It'd suck to lay down only to end up face first on concrete.
"No no! It's completely safe I promise!" And he's relieved when he finally sees you lie down. It's insanely comfortable too. You start melting into it, pretty sure at this point you're gonna be glued to it forever. "Comfy?" He smiles, knowing for a fact that it is.
"Mm," you mumbled a little out of it. If you don't get up soon you might just fall asleep.
"Think there's room for two? I heard checking that it can handle it's weight limit is important," He says nearly laughing at such an easily seen through excuse, knowing you're probably too tired to even register his logic. Patting the side, you scoot over a bit, waiting for him to lie down too. "O-oh no I was kidding-,"
"Umemiya," and the way you're saying his name, a little gruff from exhaustion has his hear pounding in his ears. You pat the side harder, punctuating your silent demand. It's a tight squeeze next to him, but not entirely uncomfortable, noting how big he actually is next to you. "Think you need a bigger one," you say practically in his neck due to your positions, setting his nerves on fire. Is it hot up here? He's sweating a little, feeling a flush climbing up his neck to his ears. You go quiet, and as he looks over you're fast asleep, starting to drool on his shoulder a bit, chest rising and falling softly.
He's the human equivalent of an exclamation point now, unable to actually move to get off unless he wants to wake you up, which is currently unthinkable. He's able to get his phone out though, and is texting Hiragi in incomprehensible strings of text all in caps, an excess of emojis flying into the chat. Thankfully, Hiragi's had years of experience translating what Ume's trying to say, and when he gets the gist he's thrilled. He hopes they stay up there all day, and his stomach eases reflexively at the though of his leader tied up and unable to cause any trouble. Umemiya gets a quick text back in acknowledgement saying Hiragi'll make sure no one comes up to the roof for the afternoon.
Eventually, after calming down his giddiness, he also end up passing out, getting the best, yet sweatiest sleep of his life. He also ends up with a nasty sunburn on his arm that fell into a patch of sunlight on the side of the hammock, but thinks it's very much worth it when you panic and start massaging aloe into it. Once you wake up, you realize his ply was to get you to rest all along and you're thankful for it asking if you could borrow his hammock again sometime. He's nearly tripping over himself trying to explain that you could come here every day and it wouldn't be a problem, in fact it'd be amazing if you did because he could show you how his garden is doing and introduce you to everyone and, and, and. He's got you giggling with the enthusiasm, before you shake your head saying once a week probably works better. "Maybe tuesdays?" you ask and he agrees, obviously please. "It's a date then." You say, grabbing your stuff before asking him to show you the way back to the front of the school.
He nearly has a heart attack at the word 'date' but for the rest of the week, he's so excited it's annoying, eventually a flustered Sakura yelling at Ume to "Shut up about your girlfriend" and he does. For about 1 minute.
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prettypinkporkchop · 3 months ago
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Hey love request again-
Seth x reader where his imprint thinks he only loves her cause the imprint bond, but he tries to explain it’s her he loves. Like some long angst then fluff…or whatever 😘😘
You bang against Seth's bedroom door. "Seth Clearwater! Open up!"
He opens it, shirtless and his hair in a mess. "What? What is it?" He grabs your waist and looks over you.
"Can you stop?" You shove his hands off of you. "Stop being nice to me! I refuse to become subjected to this forced bond!" You yell.
He stares at you blankly. "How'd you get in my house? I.. lock the door."
You lift up the key that he left in your house.
"Oh.. right. Can we please talk?" He gently touches your shoulders.
You shake your head. "No. Leave me alone. You don't love me, Seth. It's the stupid bond." You back away.
He steps closer. "Y/n, I love you. I loved you before the bond." He says.
You don't know what to believe. Way back when you both were younger, you'd just see him around town. You both got along and became acquainted. But when his father died, everything changed. Now, you BELONG to him. But... it's forced. He doesn't love you?
"You're lying." You whisper.
"If I was, would I have tried this hard?! Do you remember how I flirted with you so bad when we were kids?" His eyes water. "If I could go back and ask you then and not be so shy, I would."
You breathe out a shaky breath and shake your head. "God, this can't be real." You run your fingers through your hair.
He brings you in a hug. He holds onto you and rubs your back to calm you down. He has always done this while you were upset. But now is not the time.
You push away and look at him. "I'm gonna go home."
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You're at the beach, sitting with Leah. You watch as the wolves laugh with their imprints. They seem so in love, but you believe what your mind is telling you.
"You know, it's not what you think. Seth does love you." Leah says.
Leah has been a good friend of yours. She doesn't talk much about what's between you and Seth. But sometimes she will vouch for him. He is her brother, so you understand.
"How would you know?" You turn your head to face her.
"Because before dad died, you were all he talked about. He was a twelve year old that swore he knew he loved you." She starts laughing. "The universe only told him he was right."
You look down and then look at the water where Seth and Quil wrestle.
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You walk down the sidewalk to the bar with your new friend, who is your coworker. She seems cool, so you agreed to go to the bar with her. You figured it'd be a good opportunity to get your mind off of Seth.
You both walk inside, and you see a bunch of people. Some are sitting and drinking. A lot are walking around, visiting, or dancing to the blaring music.
Blake gasps as she notices a guy at a seat. "Hubba hubba." She chuckles.
"Eh, I thought this was a girls' night!" You whine.
"It sure is." She winks.
You end up drinking alone. Blake is dancing with the guy and had just forgotten you were there.
"Care to explain why a beautiful woman like you is by herself tonight?"
You look up from the bar table and see a man sitting beside you. He has a half smile on his face. He's tall with pale skin and blue eyes. His hair is in a military cut. You look at his wrist and see an army bracelet. Hmm.. a military mam.
"Uhm, I'm just being ditched." You giggle and sip your drink.
"Hey, sir? Can I get a shot of whiskey?" He asks the bartender. He turns back to you and nudges you. "Who ditched?"
You nod your head to the dancing people. "My friend. She found a guy."
He laughs and then takes the shot that is handed to him. "I think you just found your guy." He winks.
You get a random flash image of Seth in your mind. His face is looking at you like he did a few years back when you told him you don't want to be a part of the bond. His face breaks your heart.
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You feel guilty. And the thought of being with this guy tonight is grossing you out.
"No, I'm not looking for anything." You smile.
"I respect that. Want to just drink and chat?" He smiles back.
"Sure." You turn to the bartender. "Hey, sir. May I get another (your drink)."
He nods his head and gets your drink for you.
"So, I'm guessing you're in the army." You look at his bracelet.
"Yeah. I'm home for the week. I don't really like serving." He takes another shot.
"How come?" You sip your drink.
"I miss home a lot. I uh, also don't want to serve a government that doesn't care about us." He smiles.
"I see. I still believe you have a good heart for joining." You reply.
"Pfft. I joined for the free schooling. I plan to become a cop. A good cop."
You drink more and more... and then more. Blake left with that guy. You and this guy you learned to be Tyler have been getting drunk by the minute.
"I just, I'm so over my life. I'm exhausted." You slurr and drop your head on the table. You're thinking of Seth.
"Fucking tell me about it." He agrees.
Your phone starts ringing and you answer. "Helloooo."
"Y/n? Where are you?" It's Seth. He's panicking.
"I'm okay. I'm at the bar." You groan.
"Damn it.." He hisses and then hangs up.
"Who was that?" Tyler asks.
"My..." You think carefully of what to say. "It's complicated." You sigh.
"Gotcha." He says.
After a few minutes, Seth barges in. He walks to you and gently takes your hand from the table.
"Hey!" You call out.
"Dude.'' Tyler says. He tries to grab your arm so your hand leaves Seth's hand.
"Let her go, man. She's my girlfriend." Seth says.
"No." You slurr and stand up. You stumble out the door.
Both guys follow you. You step over the sidewalk and bend over. You're about to blow.
"Who even are you?" Seth asks.
"Tyler. Who are you?" He asks.
"Her boyfriend, Seth!" He responds.
"I didn't know she had a man." He replies.
You throw up.
"Shit." Seth runs to you. He rubs your back and pulls your hair back. "It's fine. It's okay." He whispers.
God, his touches. The way he treats you. You feel so bad. He has been like this toward you since before all of this. Maybe you do believe him...
You collapse on the ground and in his arms. You breathe hard. "Seth.. can you take me home?" You ask.
He takes you to your house and you stop at your front door. He stands next to you while you fumble for your key to unlock the door. You find it and look at him. He looks back at you:
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"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask.
"Because I'm hurt." He responds.
"Me too. I'm mad at myself." You open your door.
You both walk in, and he goes straight to your bathroom. You hear him running the shower. You go in your room and drop your stuff on the bed and take off your jacket. Seth walks in the room.
"Are you sobering up?" He asks.
"A bit." You smile.
"I've got your shower going." He says.
"Thank you, Seth." You walk over to him.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down. He wraps his arms around you and smiles.
"Do you believe me?" He asks.
"Yeah. I love you."
His smile widens, and he slowly leans in. You hesitate but go in for it. You both kiss. It's slow and soft. This is the first time you two have kissed. You feel that chemistry. You feel... like this is all you've ever wanted and needed. He pulls away and places his forehead on yours.
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wirewitchviolet · 3 months ago
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That thing about 'the arc of history bending towards justice...'
I'm pretty sure I've gone on about this before, and I'm pretty sure I'm preaching to the choir, but I just had a well-intentioned acquaintance try to give an inspirational speech about American trans people's fears right now, and his heart was in the right place, but all his facts were wrong, in some really important ways. I feel like the perspective he has is the same one as... basically every decent person who isn't like, intimately familiar with WPATH, so please spread this around, and please if you only read one rambling history lesson from a trans person about the current state of things, make it this one.
So here's the big problem. Trans people get brought up in the mainstream media a LOT these days, but the framing is totally wrong. The impression people get is that there is presently a big push for new trans rights, where we want proper government recognition, and trans women in particular want to be able to use public women's restrooms, and play on girls-only sports teams, and a dozen other things. That is a lie you are being fed. These are all rights we ALREADY HAD, for decades. Possibly centuries depending what we're talking about specifically and where we're talking, even. The big issue right now is that a bunch of bigots just woke up one day about 10 years ago and decided that nothing else they were angling for was getting them anywhere with the general public, so hey let's make a boogieman out of this minority of a minority nobody knows the first thing about and act like all the horrors they're inflicting are just them enforcing some totally fictional status quo.
Speaking personally, I can say that The Trans Agenda in like 2014 was something like: 1- I'm gonna make a nice big pot of chili. 2- I'm gonna maybe replay some old video games from the '90s I haven't taken down off the shelf in a while. And OK maybe 3- It'd be cool if it weren't just the medical professionals who specifically specialize in trans stuff had enough of an education to know that when there's a difference in how a drug is going to effect men vs. women, it's for reasons directly tied to the levels of various hormones, or would at least trust their trans patients to know what we're talking about and not give us the wrong doses of things and maybe kill us as a result. And also like, treat us for regular things like broken arms (real example) without weirdly panicking about some prescription we're on they don't recognize.
There was absolutely not a point where some trans woman started petitioning the government or whatever to let her pee in a toilet with a little placard of a stick figure in a dress in front. We've just been doing that the whole time. Nobody's ever had a problem with that. You didn't know we were in there? OK. If I'm like at a restaurant and have to use the bathroom, I don't know how many of the other women in there have like, type O blood. I also don't care, and I think everyone would agree it was weird if I suddenly did care, and demand they post a guard out front asking to see driver's licenses. Just completely out of the blue some nutcases from the UK started foaming at the mouth and writing weird tabloid articles about their completely unfounded fears that... I don't even know. Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs might put on a wig and follow them into the bathroom, dose them with chloroform, and drag them to some basement dungeon through some series of secret passages or something.
This was based on literally nothing at all, to be clear. Like, people pushing for this went and did serious research for anything even anecdotal to back them up on this, and didn't actually find anything. Then they started walking into public restrooms with cameras throwing doors open on people and going "see? See? Some creep could totally do this if we don't ban trans people from using bathrooms!" And... somehow this got traction? I figure it's because coincidentally there was this whole other thing going where people were looking at how every building had equal numbers of men's and women's rooms and saying "you know, like, 90% of people who come in here are the same gender and we end up with really long lines, what if we just took the signs down and told everyone to just use whichever?" which... when it's happening at the same time Chicken Little is ranting and raving about the boogieman wearing a cheap wig, wires got crossed? And suddenly we've got waves of legislation passing all over about who's allowed to use what bathrooms with weird standards that'd involve like DNA tests to actually enforce properly. Absurd stuff.
Meanwhile, your average trans activist at the time was just like... sitting there eating a sandwich and going "huh, they're making a TV series based on Fargo? That's an odd thing to happen out of the blue. And yeah we started going "hey, what the hell?" when this stuff started passing because like... yeah that's what you do when you see an article in the local newspaper that says you can't go to the bathroom at work or whatever without swabbing your cheek and waiting for lab results for 3 weeks first or whatever.
Same deal with sports. Major sports organizations like the Olympics have been weirdly paranoid about men pretending to be women since 1950. And there have been, to the best of my ability to research... zero men who have actually done this. And while the weird standards used for this have been used to kick a good number of women out over the years, none of those women have been trans, for what that's worth. Really, the whole gender testing thing has only ever been used for horrifying stuff like forcing women to strip in front of random creeps, or let them do "invasive internal exams" and of course so many incidents where some woman who isn't white wins at something and people move the goalposts to in some way to get her specifically banned. You may be thinking, "wait didn't I just see a whole bunch of news coverage about someone getting banned after some gender testing thing? She was trans right?" No. You're thinking of Caster Semenya. She's a woman. A cis woman. F on her birth certificate, born with standard issue female genitals, has periods, all that. People are just being weird racists there and crossing the streams with random transphobia. That and just... half-reading stories and making stuff up.
To the best of my knowledge, the total count of trans athletes who have competed in the Olympics would actually be... three nonbinary people, who so far as I can tell all competed against people with the same gender they had on their birth certificates, nothing done medically, so, nobody should have any problem there. Caitlyn Jenner, who didn't come out as a woman until like... 40 years after competing, on the men's team, and Laurel Hubbard, the first and only trans woman to compete at the Olympics as a woman, who placed... dead last, flubbing all three of her lifts.
If we just look at sports in general, OK, there WAS one big famous where a trans woman wanted to compete in a major sporting event, was banned from it, took the organizers to court over it, and the eventual ruling was there was no reason at all she shouldn't be allowed to play against other women. Renée Richards. And this was all the way back in 1976. Nearly 50 years ago now.
And of course in more recent years, again, after a bunch of random bigots just completely out of the blue started losing their minds about trans people with no prompting and started lobbying for new laws banning us from all kinds of things nobody had had a problem with us doing forever, there was Mack Beggs, a trans guy, who was forced, by one of those aforementioned baffling reactionary new laws, to compete on his high school's girl's wrestling team. He didn't want to be there, they didn't want him to be there, but the law said hey, F on your birth certificate, we're classifying you as a girl despite how clearly wrong that is. And then there's been a bunch of other weird cases like that like one state banning trans girls from playing any sports with other girls which only affected one single girl in the entire state, who was playing lacrosse on a team that wouldn't have even existed if she hadn't personally organized it.
But the point here is, trans people aren't asking for anything here. We're just standing here, and people are flipping out and banning us from doing all these things without any prompting. And hell, I THINK this one got shot down in higher courts, but when Florida got the brain worms on this and started passing all the anti-trans legislation they could think of, they actually included a ban on us just standing there! The wording was something like (and I apologize that I can't find it, search engines are useless now), "if a child can potentially see someone who was assigned male at birth who is wearing women's clothes, it's considered sexual assault."
It's important to understand what's actually going on here, both because what's going on here is just plain terrifying, but also because there is this huge segment of the population who has this weird idea that people's rights only ever get better, there's just some weird arbitrary ratcheting where you have to take a number and get in line. Like, "hey, used to be only white men could vote, then eventually the Progress bar filled enough that we let white women start voting too. Then we had to wait for it to fill up again, hey, we're ending this whole segregation of black people thing. Gotta give it another 30 years or so to fill up, now hey, gay people can get married! Don't be impatient trans folks, you just need to stay in line and wait for it to fill again for your turn!"
That's not how anything has ever actually worked. It would frankly be absolutely insane if it actually did, but like, this is an idea people get in their heads because history textbooks really like to gloss over all the stuff that makes the country look pretty bad and promote this whole "stuff is just always getting better!" vibe. But no, sometimes, things just straight up get worse for people. Ten years ago I could go to the damn bathroom, I could have social media accounts, I could access all the medications I need to live, I could safely set foot in any given state in the country... at least if I kept some witnesses around at all times to verify I was not in fact hitting on my would-be murderer in any of the black states on this map.
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The problem is NOT that with Trump in power, the pause button is getting hit on trans people climbing towards some state of finally getting to be regular people. We were (largely) already there, and there's been a huge push over the past decade to strip that away from us. And Trump plus the rest of the Republican party in general have made very specific promises to make that way worse real real soon, including several things that will straight up kill a ton of us.
Like, when I'm talking about losing access to necessary medical treatments, I'm not talking about "THE SURGERY" and magic pills that give you boobs or beards. A lot of trans people are trans because there's weird medical stuff that in addition to messing with what does and doesn't grow mess with things like whether your blood flows properly and whether various organs do what they should. Just one of those many things the average person doesn't know, because everything written about us is from deranged bigots making crap up.
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mcflymemes · 10 months ago
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AS SAID BY GARRUS VAKARIAN, updated version  *  assorted dialogue from the mass effect trilogy, adjust as necessary
i can't find any hard evidence.
good luck, [name]. maybe they'll listen to you.
i'm coming with you.
sometimes it feels like the rules are only there to stop me from doing my work.
i just couldn't take it anymore.
maybe i can get the job done my way for a change.
if you're wrong, we'll pay for it. but if you're right, and we did nothing, i think we'd regret it a whole lot more.
i thought you were dead.
it sure is good to see a friendly face.
at least it's not hard to find criminals here. all i have to do is point my gun and shoot.
my feelings got in the way of my better judgement.
i'll make you a deal. you get me out of here alive, and i'll tell you the whole damn thing.
nobody would give me a mirror. how bad is it?
don't make me laugh, damn it.
some women find facial scars attractive.
i'm fit for duty whenever you need me.
when i got to the meeting point, no one was there.
kill you? no. but i don't mind slowing you down a little.
what do you want from me, [name]?
i know you want to talk about this... but i don't. not yet.
it's so much easier to see the world in black and white. gray... i don't know what to do with gray.
my instincts are what got me into this mess.
never knew you had a weakness for men with scars.
well, why the hell not? there's nobody in this galaxy i respect more than you.
if we can figure out a way to make it work, then... yeah. definitely.
you're about the only friend i've got left in this screwed-up galaxy.
you don't ever have to worry about making me uncomfortable. nervous, yes... but never uncomfortable.
i brought wine.
your hair looks... good. and your waist is... very supportive.
hopefully that's not offensive in human culture.
i want something to go right. just once.
think you can win this thing, [name]?
i'm pretty sure we'll still need giant guns... and lots of them.
so... is this the part where we shake hands?
the scars are starting to fade. i remember they drove you wild.
i've been doing some more research on human customs.
glad to know my romantic skills made an impression.
let's not go there.
i can afford the good stuff.
what about you? i'm starting to see some wear and tear.
don't forget to come up for air. and not just because all these people need you. because i need you.
if you're suggesting i'm scared... game on.
still trying to make me blush, huh?
i'd be lying if i said i didn't hope it would inspire a certain... mood.
it seemed like you needed time to... figure us out.
the worst part about the galaxy going to hell would've been never getting to see you again.
not saying you don't know how to handle a gun. just saying some of us know how to make it dance.
i've actually seen you dance. no comment.
i know there are other things you're good at.
probably not a lot of air in here. an hour if we're lucky.
so tell me. think a girl would fall for that?
it gets even better when you try it in bed.
you don't lack for places to get lost.
did we break anything last night?
you'll find a way to win. and when this is over, i'll be waiting for you.
if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there... meet me at the bar. i'm buying.
forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you.
come back alive. it'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you.
we're in this 'til the end.
we didn’t kill these people. and we’re going to shut down the bastards who did.
looks like we’ve got a siege on our hand.
if anyone needs fresh clips or a bathroom break, now’s the time.
oh crap!
guess he didn’t like the food.
looks like we got the jump.
pretty extreme, but those were desperate times.
we won’t get a second chance.
that was me, sorry.
nothing like being stranded.
we’ll do more than that.
just the usual minor flesh wound.
what would these people have done if we hadn’t shown up?
i was there when you two had your thing, remember? just get a room and work it out.
stay angry. we’ll need it to get through this.
drinks will be on me.
one of my favorite places to fight!
i’m hard to kill. you should know that.
it’s gonna be bad all over.
for whatever it’s worth, i’m with you.
you’ve waited long enough for this day.
just wait ‘til this war is over.
you came along and warmed my heart with your winning personality.
maybe you’d like to go work for them instead?
how do i not have one of those?
surprise on our side for once. i like it.
brutal, but it makes a certain kind of sense.
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espercognitive · 11 months ago
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She was a Seamstress, He was an actor.
Timothée Chalamet x Fem!Reader Pt1
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This is my first fic on here! I've been like hiding in the shadows but i have to force myself to write! so I'm just experimenting with fic writing. This is probably gonna be a series about theater! your character is theater technician so all the cool behind the scenes stuff is there. You work in costume and you are assigned to Timothée's character! The reader is fem presenting and has female pronouns! I'm going to include gender neutral readers in the future!(also should I put Timothee or Timothée?)
TW: Swearing, Mild mention nudity, Some sexual tension.
Word count: 1.18k
Show season had finally begun for your theater. After training in high school, you got picked to be a seamstress for a well known theater in New York. Your work was paying off and you could finally see your work being used to its full potential. Going from small local high school productions, you had now gotten the opportunity to work with real actors and actresses. People who you were going to help bring a character to life. Especially for the show 'Anything Goes'
But what you hadn't expected was being assigned to Timothée Chalamet.
Unfortunately, you knew who he was. He had been an actor when you were in high school, but even with the familiarity, you still couldn't help but be a bit frustrated. This wasn't the first time you had to work with him, it'd actually be the second time. The first time made you swear you'd never work with him again. Sophomore year had been going smoothly, that was until your theater department had decided to do Sweet Charity. After working with him that show, hearing the name Oscar Lindquist made you shudder. He had been a senior, and he had been popular in the theater department since his freshman year. You were excited to dress a popular actor, but it was the complete opposite of what you had imagined. Instead of a wonderful maybe even flirtatious encounter
Until you got the character assignments, and you see his name right next to yours.
'Oh fuck' you thought to yourself. You sighed as you walked into the costume shop. You had hope that he had grown out of his annoying behavior, but when he walked in to get measurements done, you figured that probably wasn't the case. He strutted into the costume shop, dopey smile on his face, and that same white boy swag he had in his senior year. You felt sophomore you cringe as he walked over to you.
"Y/N right?" he questioned.
"Yes." you mumbled.
You picked up the measuring tape and started to take his measurements. Typically this wouldn't be such a big deal, that was until you had to measure his waist and crotch area. Now back in high school, this wasn't such a big deal. They had the male costumers take those measurements for the actors and female costumers for the actresses. But this wasn't high school anymore, and you had a big girl job, in which you were responsible for getting this right. You crouched down, face to dick, trying to distract yourself from how close the two of you were when you heard him say,
"Do I know you from somewhere? I normally can recognize a cute face wherever I go, but i can't put a name on you."
"Yea we actually went to the same high school together."
"Really? Were you a seamstress then, or did you start now?"
You sighed and answered almost finished with the rest of his measurements.
"Uh yea I was. I was your costumer when we did Sweet Charity."
He jumped messing up your placement as you tried again.
"Hey can you not move so muc-" He cut you off before you could finish your request.
"OH! I remember you! You were that shy little sophomore. I remember how you never yelled no matter how many times I fucked up my costume" He smiled to himself as he finished bringing up that frustrating memory.
"Yea. I probably should've. Ok Stop moving I'm almost done."
"Ok Ok. Seems like you've gotten more a fire to you at least" He mumbled that last part, a little afraid to say it out loud. You gave him a look.
"Ok I finished. I'm gonna pull some stuff and then tomorrow I'll have you come and try some stuff on." You walked off refusing to look at him in the eyes, grabbing your paper with the measurements.
"Yea ok. Thats cool. See you tomorrow Y/N"
You figured this was going to be an interesting show. Only 2 more months till the show opened.
The next day
You had spent all day yesterday pulling close that would fit him. It was weird doing the same thing again. You thought about how frustrated you were in your sophomore year. But maybe he could be different. You would be lying if the crush you had on him still lingered around. Maybe you could get close this time the way you had wanted to in high school.
Nope. Don't start those thoughts. He's your coworker. Nothing more.
You laid out the pants and clothes you needed him to try. Of course as the character Billy, you'd need every one of his outfits to be different and unique. But you'd have to make a sailor costume from scratch. Which meant for the next few weeks, there'd be many fittings. But you just needed to focus on what you had right now, which was being delayed as Timothée was late.
After distracting and helping some other seamstresses, the man or the hour finally decided to make his appearance.
"Hey Y/N. Woah whats up with the face?" He questioned.
"Well your an hour late. I have to go in like an hour for a doctors appointment so we have to make this fast."
"Oh sorry. Well uh I got you a drink. You used to drink apple juice all the time during Sweet Charity so I figured you'd want this."
You look up into his eyes, he seemed genuine. You smiled as you took the bottle.
"Thank you Timothée. If you bring me an apple juice every time you're late, I'll make sure no one finds out." You smiled at him.
"Really? Thats a deal then."
"Ok. Its time to try on all of these outfits I have laid out. If they don't fit, don't worry about it. I can fix some of the sizes on the pants too."
"Ok, but small problem. Theres a lot of people in the dressing rooms, I don't know if we'll have room to do this."
"Oh fuck. Hmm. Crap I have to get this done."
"I can try and find somethin-" You cut him off with an idea.
"Actually, theres a couch room upstairs in the theater. It's pretty empty normally so you should have enough room to change in there." You smiled as you felt satisfied with that idea, until he said,
"Oh a couch room? You want to watch me undress in the couch room? You're definitely not that shy little sophomore anymore apple."
"Apple? Also thats not what I meant! I do not want to be apart of the reason the couches cannot be looked at under a black light."
He giggled as he grabbed the clothes.
"Yea apple. Like apple juice. I don't know, just thought I'd be cute for you."
you laughed as you responded "and I'm not the shy one anymore."
The two of you made it up the stairs and got into the couch room to just try on clothes. Definitely just try on clothes. Nothing else was going to happen...
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peachhcs · 6 months ago
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the lucky ice cream
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)
there’s nothing a trip out and ice cream can’t help samy and will as they slowly rekindle their friendship.
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hi guys!! i’ve come out of hibernation. so sorry for my absence, i’ve had writers block and have been super busy, so in hopes of (hopefully) being out of my writer’s block, i wrote this :) it’s a small in between moment of samy and will before they got back together at the lake house. i wrote this in about an hour just trying to get something out and this is what i came up with :)) (thank u for being so patient u guys all rock!!)
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will slumped into the couch watching some random basketball game when he heard quick feet shuffling by. he stuck his gaze in that direction and caught sight of samy rummaging through the kitchen for something. he didn't mean to stare, but his eyes couldn't really leave her figure as she continued digging through numerous drawers for something.
the boy almost opened his mouth, but he thought better considering the two just got back onto speaking terms not even 24 hours ago. things were still fresh and will wasn't sure how much he could push in fear of her taking back everything about them being friends again, so he tried ignoring her and returned his attention to the game unfolding on the tv. all he heard was her mumbling things and the sounds of certain objects being thrown around as each drawer opened and closed.
whatever it was, samy sounded annoyed. will knew her little mumbles better than anyone and he knew when she started talking to herself she was definitely annoyed at something or someone.
"fuck. do you know where jack put my car keys?" samy's sudden voice startled the boy, jumping when he realized she'd walked around to the side of the couch where he was.
will slowly shifted his gaze to her, "uh, no. i don't. sorry."
an exasperated sigh escaped the girl's lips as she stomped back over to the kitchen. this time will completely forgot the game happening and directed all of his attention to the scene.
"he said he fucking hid them as a prank the other day and then completely forgot where they were," the brunette furthered her explanation as if she knew will would still be listening.
"oh. i didn't know. i can help look?" the blonde offered while already standing up before samy even agreed.
she didn't say anything as will started looking in the dish right by the side door. someone always became the victim to lost keys every summer. with so many people always in and out, things scattered quickly and out of sight. their silence engulfed them besides the occasional jingle of some weird metal object stuck in each of the drawers and cabinets.
"i'm gonna fucking kill him," will heard samy mumble behind him.
"what was the prank about?" the boy grew curious and he was surprised he wasn't included in it considering jack was always pulling him for some weird shit
"god if i know. i had somewhere to be the other day and he thought it'd be brilliant if he hid my keys. he's lucky i have my bike still," samy briefly explained but she was definitely being vague for a reason. will grew curious, but he didn't pry. he didn't know if he could or if it was place still, so he didn't.
will pulled open another drawer when he finally came across a key fob stuck behind some cords. the blonde pulled it out, quickly recognizing the yellow M and eagle keychain as samy's keys.
"found them," he spun around, watching the brunette's eyes light up.
"you're amazing. thank you, thank you," samy rushed out, grabbing the keys from will's hands.
a small coat of pink tinted the boy's cheeks, "no problem. glad we could find them."
"the whole reason i came looking for them is because jack is being an ass and won't drive to the store to get food and wanted me to do it. wanna come with me? i'll get you whatever you want for finding them," will watched as samy disappeared probably to find shoes.
her invitation was so simple, but it had will blushing from ear to ear. they hadn't talked in months and just sort of made up yesterday and now she was inviting him to the store like none of it even happened. will wasn't complaining though.
"sure," was his response as he shoved his sneakers on and was out the door a moment later.
at least the silence wasn't awkward anymore as they drove down the road onto the main drag. samy began fumbling around with her phone to most likely fill their silence with music. will didn't dare to speak in fear of disrupting whatever balance they were creating between them, so he just fiddled with his hands in his lap like some nervous kid.
"are you gonna miss boston?" surprisingly, samy broke the silence first, still trying to plug her phone in.
"yeah, definitely. i mean, it's home and i won't be there anymore," will shrugged a little.
"i mean you moved to michigan for two years, though?"
"that's different. michigan is my home too. california is a completely different ballpark," they found each other's gazes for a second. samy seemed to read between the lines while will studied her expression as well.
michigan is my home because you're here and you're part of my home is what will really meant, but didn't say. he didn't really need to say it though because samy understood.
"are you nervous?" she shifted the subject after finally getting her phone plugged in and apple car play up.
"i sometimes try and tell myself i'm not, but i think i'll always be nervous to move and start a new life somewhere. it should be fun though. the people are good," will nodded.
"i hope it's good for you. i think san jose is good for you," the small smile made will's heart flutter.
"what about you? are you nervous for the new season?" he quickly changed the subject to samy.
"yeah, but i'm also excited to keep proving myself. people will really be looking at us this year."
"you're definitely winning the national title this year," will grinned which earned him another smile from the brunette.
"don't jinx us, but thanks. i think we are too," the little smiles felt like old times, but not the time when they were dating. the old times like when they were kids growing up together and sharing playful banter back and forth.
if anything, that was what will missed the most. he missed his best friend.
samy did too.
"isn't that place we get ice cream around here?" will wondered when his eyes returned to the scenery outside the window.
"i think so?"
"can we stop? on me?" the blonde offered with a somewhat cheeky smile.
he saw samy fighting the urge to say yes, but he knew she'd give in. he could see it in her eyes.
"if you're offering to pay," the girl giggled, making a quick right as soon as the street came up. they rolled down the road a bit before pulling into the dead end ice cream shop.
they were regulars when they were kids. it was their favorite because of the dead end road and how genius it was to build an ice cream place.
"this brings me back," samy giggled as she climbed out of the car with will right behind her.
"tell me about it. feels like we're 8 again," they shared another smile which was quickly becoming more and more frequent since the vacation started.
they scanned the menu despite them already knowing what they were getting because they were both creatures of habit. will met samy's gaze, "you know what you want?"
"duh, do you?" and they stepped up to the counter.
"hi, what can i get you guys?" the girl asked who clearly didn't want to be there because of her worn expression and flat tone.
samy and will exchanged a quick glance, "mint rocky road," they said together.
"that all?"
will nodded, pulling out a $5 from his pocket. "you can keep the change," he figured the poor girl could use some extra cash considering her sour mood.
"thanks. it'll be right out," she disappeared.
"if i was stuck here all day, i'd be bored too," samy whispered as they went to find some napkins.
"i mean i'm sure they have a lot of business?" will wondered.
"i guess, but i get her. she's probably 16 and wants to be out with friends and not working on some dead end road for five hours," samy giggled.
the girl returned with their dish and the two decided to sit for a bit, immediately digging their spoons into opposite sides. it reminded will of last night, except this time held a lighter feeling and possibly less hatred on samy's end.
"when ry and gabe were up the other week they said they're gonna annoyingly call you every single day," the brunette grinned.
"oh really?" will raised his eyebrow, ignoring the pang in his chest hearing that ryan and gabe were already at the lake house once this summer. it was always the three of them there together and it almost hurt that none of that happened this summer.
"mhm. i told them you'd probably get annoyed," samy laughed.
"maybe, but maybe i'll actually enjoy their calls. it sucks we're not playing on the same team again ever," will frowned a bit.
"i remember watching you guys play together for the first time. pretty incredible stuff," the blonde's poor blush got worse and he hoped samy didn't notice.
"no need to flatter me," he joked earning a small punch in the arm.
"i'm not, i'm just saying. you guys were really great and i am also sad you won't be playing together anymore, but they are really proud of you. i mean we all are," they stuck their spoons into the ice cream at the same time, clashing together before will pulled his back.
"thanks. i appreciate it," will found samy's eyes. he studied her face, drinking it in since it had been awhile when they were this close that they could study each other's features.
"okay, wanna take this to the car? we still have to get to the store," samy broke the contact first. she pulled back, already swinging her legs over the bench to get up.
"right, yeah. i'll carry it," will shrugged the feeling in his chest off as he also stood, grabbing the dish in one swoop.
once they were back in the car, will's gaze lingered in the ice cream shop while samy backed out. there was something so nostalgic about it and the 16 year old working the counter. it was like will could almost see their younger selves running up to order with their parents laughing in the distance. it was a memory forever frozen in time that him and samy just happened to invade on, but will was hoping for good things because this specific ice cream shop always seemed to bring good luck.
it was the first place him and samy went last year when they got to the lake house for the summer. they called it their first date at the lake house, so maybe this time it would help further rekindle their mending relationship.
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bloodreddemons · 1 year ago
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Hazbin Hotel Episode 7-8 (Finale) Hot Takes ~
I personally loved a lot of the Charlastor content in the beginning. So cute.
The deal Alastor purposed to Charlie was also very predictable. We already knew they were going to eventually make a deal but that deal in particular was just very predictable.
I think everyone knows this already but that "one little favor" that Alastor is going to ask of her is going to bite her in the ass. We don't know what he's going to ask but it's definitely gonna come back to haunt her.
She may even make a deal with him again possibly in the future, who knows.
I'm surprised Vaggie didn't know Angel's could be harmed or killed. Its weird that she also didn't know how to fight against one.
Rosie is a real gem and a wayyyyy better friend than Mimzy fucking is.
I love Carmilla & Vaggie's dynamic. I think they both are very much the same personality wise. I definitely can see Carmilla as a mother figure to her or at least a teacher to her, which she pretty much is.
To follow up, I loved Carmilla training Vaggie and helping her get her wings back. Out For Love was also really really good. I liked it a lot.
Never thought I'd hear Alastor call someone an old bitch but it was everything.
I knew Charlie was gonna forgive Vaggie regardless of anything but I love Auntie Rosie.
I didn't really like "Ready For This". I wish I did like it. Especially since it had Charlie, Alastor, & Rosie in it. Idk I liked Out For Love more.
Vox's commentary was funny asf but he's also such a hater. Not even a low-key one lmao.
The post-fight celebration and speech was actually very sweet. Although I wish there was more time and episodes that we could have seen more of the characters bond. I also wish there were more opportunities where we got to know them better.
I really thought Angel & Husk were gonna fuck this episode.
I wasn't expecting for Sir Pentious to say "I love you" to Cherri Bomb so soon and I also didn't need to know he had 2 dicks.
"More Than Anything" Chaggie version was pretty sweet. It'd be cool if there was a longer version idk if there is. They also kissed which was nice.
Adam & Lute are funny asf. Especially Adam. They may be horrible people but I just can't get over how funny they are. Even when they're about to massacre Charlie's people. Lol.
I wasn't expecting the war to be kinda epic. The shield that Alastor put up over the hotel kinda reminded me of the last Harry Potter. When they all put a shield around Hogwart's to protect everyone from the death eaters and voldemort.
Adam might just be the funniest character in this series dead or alive. Heaven or Hell.
It pisses me off how Charlie barely does anything in the fight. Like, this is her people and her fucking hotel as she keeps saying... yet everybody else but her is fighting. Wtf? Girl yo ass should be in Sloth.
I love Alastor & Adam's dynamic, their first impression of eachother is so hilarious. The fight between them was also very entertaining. I was really curious to see who would win.
I was actually kinda surprised that Alastor was defeated so easily. I honestly thought he was stronger than that, but tbh Adam is very powerful he's the fucking first man, extermination commander, and he already single handedly broke Alastor's shield.
People have pointed out Alastor's "normal" voice when his mic/staff breaks, because it's his voice without the radio filter. Imma be honest I wasn't that shocked at all, he just sounds the same to me, the radio filter just adds a cool effect.
Charlie really could have got tf up there and helped Alastor out. Idk if she thought he could handle himself or what but fuck.
SIR PENTIOUS KISSING CHERRI WAS AMAZING. WE WON. But then he "died"...
To follow up that sacrifice was anticlimactic at the same time. Mostly because of the way Adam just effortlessly zapped him out of existence.
I'm so disappointed in the "Charlie finally snaps" bit. I was literally dying to see this part in the series, where Charlie finally loses her shit and stands up for herself or whatevever....but it ended up being extremely disappointing and yet again, anticlimactic.
Charlie's transformation along with Razzle & Dazzle was kindaaa cool, however...her getting her ass kicked within like 0.3 fucking seconds was not. It was embarrassing for a demon of her status. I can understand Alastor, but seriously Charlie? You can't beat him? The clownery.
I loved the Vaggie & Lute fight. Let my girl Vaggie finally get her ones. Lute needs her ass beat disrespectfully for what she did.
Although...Lute was winning that fight, she was still holding her own and getting more hits in. I don't even think Carmilla's teaching's were working. Lmao damn. That bitch is fucking scrappy.
Vaggie should have just ended Lute. I know she's too good for that, but she really should have just killed that bitch. She left you for dead you should have just killed her.
Charlie stabbing Adam and standing her ground was badass, but that was kinda it. She still ends up almost getting choked out. Lame.
Charlie just isn't that powerful. 😒 Or at least as she's supposed to be. Maybe it's still not really shown to us, but so far she just isn't that threatening at all. Very disappointing.
Lucifer coming in kinda pissed me off. I wish Charlie could have actually handled everything herself without her dad having to come in and help her. I just feel like it'd be more impactful for her and her character.
Adam x Lucifer actually does seem kinda hot....just me???
Their fight was very entertaining despite already knowing who would come out on top. Hehe.
"All of Mankind came from these fucking nutts" is pure poetry.
Nifty is a menace and I have been saying it since the very beginning. If anyone should be running shit it should be her. Alastor is so feared but it should be herrrr.
I didn't like "The Show Must Go On" as a song but it was sweet in the sense that it was about Charlie and her found family helping her rebuild her hotel and still have the determination to keep going. Also it helps lead off into Season 2.
I'm fucking itching to know what deal is bothering Alastor and who he made it with. It's becoming more likely that it's with Lilith & that's who owns him.
I think it's obvious the deal possibly involve's Alastor to watch over or protect Charlie. Alastor is becoming bothered by having to do this because he literally almost fucking died.
I'm really worried about what Alastor is going to do when he's finally free and under no restraints from who controls him. I know Viv said Alastor isn't an antagonist but she could've just been keeping it a secret.
Alastor really might be a secret antagonist. He'll just be that surprise villain in the end that kinda comes out of nowhere but you still knew it was coming. I wouldn't trust him especially with what he said. Him pulling the strings can't be good.
I can't believe Sir Pentious got redeemed before Angel Dust, but still good for him! I'm so happy he got redeemed he truly is good and deserves it.
I was pissed asf when I saw Lilith in Heaven. Your daughter has been in HELL fucking struggling, while you've been sitting comfy up in heaven, the same place that is fucking YOUR people up!!! Helloooo??
My theory is that Lilith is Eve in disguise. I wholeheartedly believe that because something just feels off?? Y'all feel that too??? Lilith making a deal with Adam? Chilling up in Heaven? NAH MAN.
I also think it could be Eve who owns Alastor and that he knows of her being disguised as Eve, and is in Heaven. Like he's kinda in on it, but more so by force.
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genshingorlsrevengeance · 6 months ago
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(FE: Engage) Alear / Konosuba Emblem Ring
No one requested this, I have the INSATIABLE URGE to write crossovers no matter what, apparently. Doubly so with the idiots that began my love for crossovers, both Fire Emblem/Konosuba.
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Awakening:
Alear stared at the rather shoddy looking ring in her palm, eyebrow raised as Marth and Vander at her side did the same.
The ring was horribly rusted, alongside just looking cheap, as if it were made of copper unlike every other ring which at least looked decent.
(Vander) "Divine One, please absolve me of my negligence but...are you sure that is the correct incantation?"
(Alear) "Truth be told, it sounds like someone just made it up on the spot. Name included. Marth?"
Marth floated over her shoulder and only shook his head.
(Marth) "I suppose there's no harm in trying?"
Alear sighed before clenching her fist and raising it into the sky.
(Alear)
"WAKE UP YOU MORONS!"
Instead of a brilliant light, the ring violently popped out four figures that all landed on top of each other, scaring the three.
(Kazuma) "GOD, MY FRIGGIN BACK!"
The brown haired boy shoved three girls off him, all while swearing under his breath as he dusted himself off.
Not that he needed to, considering they were just manifestations and not physical bodies.
(Kazuma) "What in the-Why the hell are we all glowy and crap?!"
The other girls quickly looked down to examine themselves, completely ignoring Alear.
(Darkness) "I-I can't feel anything! THIS IS A TERRIBLE EXISTENCE!"
(Megumin) "Can we still attack? C-C-CAN I STILL CAST MY EXPLOSIONS!?"
(Kazuma) "What did you do to us, Aqua?!"
(Aqua) "ME?! I didn't do anything! It was that stupid ring that you bought from Wiz! I KNEW that we should've just sold it off!-"
(Vander) AHEM!
The four quickly leapt back in terror as Vander made their presence known.
(Vander) "Compose yourselves! You stand in front of the Divine Dragon-"
(Kazuma) "Can it, grandpa! Our business is none of yours!"
(Vander) "Grandpa?!-"
(Alear) "L-Let's just all take a second to breathe and-"
(Kazuma) "And that goes to you too, toothpaste hair!"
(Alear) "...What's toothpaste-?"
Kazuma jammed a finger into Aqua's shoulder angrily, his expression bordering on snapping into full blown rage.
(Kazuma) "AND AS FOR YOU, YA STUPID BLUE GODDESS! THE RING WAS PERFECTLY FINE UNTIL YOU DECIDED TO TRY YANKING IT FROM MY HAND! Now we're stuck as some goddamn ghosts!"
(Aqua) "IT'S NOT MY FAULT! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS GOING TO TURN US INTO THIS!?-"
As the two continued to yell, Megumin and Darkness's glances turned towards the newcomers.
(Megumin) "Well, I'm Megumin! Nice to meet you."
(Darkness) "Please, call me Darkness. Those two over there are Kazuma and Aqua."
(Marth) "Well...I suppose I've seen stranger folks become heroes in my world?"
(Alear) "I supposed it'd be insincere to say if we didn't have a few strange folk in the Somniel too..."
(Vander) "I know we require all the assistance we can get but...I fail to see how this ring could help us."
(Alear) "
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Supports:
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Alear
(Kazuma) "Let me get this straight. You're supposedly like a god, but you have no idea what you're doing? Psh, why does that sound familiar?"
(Alear) "I take it your gods haven't been so kind...?"
(Kazuma) "They've been absolute idiots, that's for sure."
...
(Alear) "Kazuma, why exactly do I get people's underwear whenever I fight alongside you-?"
(Kazuma) "H-HEY! For the record, I'm trying to steal their damn weapons this time!"
(Alear) "T-This time?! Does that mean you just do that regularly?!"
...
(Aqua) "Hm...For a god, your choice of clothing is super weird."
(Alear) "I uh...could say the same for your choice of undergarments..."
(Aqua) "Hm? But having them be invisible is smart, since no one can see it!"
(Alear) "..."
...
(Alear) "C-Can I ask you something, Darkness? Whenever I get hit when you are with me, I can't help but feel that...you're happy?"
(Darkness) "OH YES, I AM VERY HAPPY! I can take whatever hit the enemies throw at us, please just let me go first!"
(Alear) "I...believe I hear someone calling for me, if you'll excuse me!"
...
(Alear) "Out of curiousity, why do you only cast explosions? Surely there are other fields of magic that you can be profi-"
(Megumin) "NOPE! Only explosions, end of discussion! Why don't you cast explosion sometime? It's a great way to clear enemies off the field!"
(Alear) "I'd prefer not to have my friends torched too..."
...
Anna
(Anna) "Hey there, sir! Interested in buying something?-"
(Kazuma) "Wha-aren't you a little too young to be swindling?!"
(Anna) "Hmph! Aren't you a little too old to be wandering around in kiddie rags like that weird suit?!"
Jade
(Jade) "Excuse me, Aqua? If I may ask, could I use you as a basis to write the main character in my upcoming short novel?"
(Aqua) "Ah! Someone finally recognizes my beautiful goddess radiance! As long as you pay me my royalties, I will not mind!"
(Jade) "Fair enough. Now, please tell me your daily life. This character fails miserably at everything they do, and I need to understand the mindset properly..."
Jean
(Jean) "I don't understand?! How does your body keep falling over everytime you cast one spell?!"
(Megumin) "Hah...m-my explosions are the coolest, and require ALL the energy I got..."
(Jean) "It will not be cool if you get stabbed to death after falling over from one spell! Please, try not to cast it too much!"
Vander
(Vander) "You four are considered to be heroes in your world? I am finding it hard to believe after witnessing you in action..."
(Kazuma) "Piss off, old man! We fought plenty of things you wouldn't believe! Give us the respect we deserve!"
(Vander) "You have lost any I could have given the moment you stole the enemy's underwear in active combat..."
Marth
(Kazuma) "Cram the friendship speeches up your ass, I don't wanna hear em!"
(Marth) "Wha-I was just going to say hello!"
(Kazuma) "Listen, I know your type when I see 'em, okay?! Buzz off!"
Tiki
(Tiki) "Hmph, you're a real jerk! And you call yourself a goddess?!"
(Aqua) "What's that? I'm sorry, I can't hear you from down there, pipsqueak!"
(Tiki) "...I'm going to do violence to you."
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Victory Quotes:
"HAH! Suck it!"
"No match for a goddess!"
"Fall to the Crimson Demon!"
"HURT ME MORE!...Wait, what?"
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oh-no-its-dragons · 6 months ago
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Baby Names
And then @suebswrites also prompted me for "naming children after the war" which actually dovetailed nicely with a conversation @sarcasticmothwrites and I had the other day. 600 words of Riorgail fluff.
"Twins, Violence? You never cease to amaze me."
"You say that like I did it all by myself," she laughed. "Okay so... names."
"Do we need to have this conversation now? I expect we have some time."
"And I expect *everyone* will have their own opinions so we might want to get ahead of them."
Xaden laughed. "And brilliant too, of course. Very well. I have one name in mind immediately. Did Andarna tell you which sorts of names we should be picking?"
"She's pretty sure they're a boy and a girl. And I have one name in mind too, but... well."
"It's probably the same one, is that what you're thinking? I don't have to read your mind to guess that one. Liam."
"Yes, that's the easy one. I've got no idea what to name a girl, though."
"What would sound good with Liam?"
"Not Lilith," Violet shuddered. "That'd be too complicated even if she'd just been my mother."
"I appreciate you taking that out of my hands," Xaden nodded. "Was that the one you're worried about other people having opinions about?"
"One of them. But if Mira thinks a child should be named after Mom, she can have one of her own. Besides, if I was naming someone in honor of a parent, it'd be my father."
"Maybe the next one," Xaden kissed the top of her head.
She laughed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, I'm not sure how well my body's going to handle *one* pregnancy, let alone more than that."
Xaden stilled. "Are you..."
"Oh, I want this. It'll hurt, but I did the math and I think the calculus works out that it'll be worth it in the end."
"So we're back to names," he changed the subject. He'd gotten used to the way Violet talked about her pain, but still struggled with accepting that it was a problem he couldn't solve for her. "Is there anyone else...?"
They both paused, thinking about those they'd lost in the war. A few suggestions tossed back and forth, but there weren't any clear answers like Liam had been, and Violet felt oddly superstitious about naming one after someone living when the other was named in honor of someone dead.
"Maybe we need to think about an entirely different angle. You're named for a flower, what about something like Lily? That would sound good with Liam," Xaden suggested.
"No flowers," Violet grumbled. "I got enough of that before I entered the Quadrant, people assuming I liked the flower as if I'd names myself after it. It's one thing when it comes from someone who means it, but too many people don't."
"No flowers," Xaden liked the flustered anger in her eyes about it, though, and he kissed her again. "Maybe this can wait a few days, at least. We don't have to tell anyone until your ready. The right name will come to us."
Violet leaned into him as his hands reached down to cup her ass, then shook her head. "No good. I'm still thinking about it."
Xaden managed to make a sound half way between a groan and a laugh.
"Does your family have any naming traditions," she prompted. "I know your mom is... Did you have a grandmother you were close to or anything?"
"Bodhi's mother was the only figure I really had and considering he's talking about starting his own family I wouldn't want to without asking him."
"Oh absolutely." Violet sighed. "If only there was someone who was as obvious a choice as Liam."
"I'm fairly certain the only person you spent as much time thinking about was Lyra of Morraine, and that was because you spent so long in her journal," Xaden said, and then Violet looked at him.
"Lyra and Liam?"
"You don't think it's too much, do you?"
"No, I think it's perfect."
"Excellent," Xaden agreed, picking her up to kiss her again. "Now then, is your mind clear enough to celebrate...?"
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raayllum · 7 months ago
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Soren has never liked the high mage office much. It was too cramped and cluttered—a far cry from the wide open spaces of the courtyards he sparred in, or battlements he sought for freedom and a nice leg workout—nor does it have a tendency of bringing back any good memories. Just long buried notions, emotions, of Claudia and his father being shut away in here, discussing things Soren couldn't quite wrap his head around, holding jars full of gross creepy-crawlies or things Soren didn't want to know the name of.
The mirror, now shattered. Not that it matters.
But Soren stays once everyone else—even a worried Rayla, and a terse Opeli—has left as Callum tidies up his space.
The mage sets down another thick tome, white shock of hair falling in front of his eyes, and Soren wonders how long it'll take for all of them to get used to it. If Callum already has, or if he's stubbornly ignoring it the way he has with so much else—even the girl he got it for, once, the first week of her return.
"Spit it out, Soren," Callum grumbles, looking up with fresh bags under his eyes, too.
"What?" Soren feigns, stepping closer. "I can't just hang back."
"You never have before, and you clearly have something to say, so—"
"Callum." Soren steps in front of him. Places a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Callum softens, shoulders sagging with exhaustion. "I'm fine," he says, voice brittle and reedier than normal. "I just... Need to figure out how I'm going to fix this."
"Aaravos."
He hadn't gotten out, but it'd been a near thing, from Callum's bluntness around the topic—but Rayla's guilty eyes would've given it away even if she'd evaded saying it outright best she could. They were lucky in some ways that all that'd happened was Callum passing out. The white streak.
Callum nods. "There'll be an answer, somewhere. I just have to find it." His lips twitched. "But... thanks, for checking on me, I know I—"
Soren takes his hand away. "I'm not checking in on you."
"Oh? Okay, um—"
He meets his gaze levelly. They'd stood in this room once, in front of the mirror, having the same conversation of sorts. The familiarity makes everything in Soren ache, thrice fold. "I'm warning you. You're changing, Callum."
The shrewdness comes back up as Callum peels away, scoffing a little. He sets down his book. His blasted stupid Key of Aaravos. "You're going to have to be a little more specific."
"You know what I mean," Soren advances. "Claudia didn't want to listen to me either. Viren—"
"I'm not like them," Callum chokes out, though Soren can tell he doesn't quite believe it. It's more that he wants to. "If I was, Rayla would—"
"She loves you."
For all the strain they've had over the years, Callum's response is sure, if spitting. "And you don't?"
"I do," Soren affirms. "But don't pretend like you and her don't lose sight of other things when it comes to each other. I just want you to be careful, Callum. I don't want it to swallow you up the way it did them. The... The hair, the face—the justifications. That's always how it starts. That's always how it ends."
Callum turns away, pressing his lips together. He wipes at his burning eyes, clearly furious. At what, Soren can't say. Himself, maybe—or the world for what it was twisting him into, for the way it kept putting Ez and Rayla on the line, only for him to keep crossing it.
"You kill me, then," Callum says. "If Rayla won't, and you think I've gone too far. Possession or not. You stabbed Viren once, didn't you? I'm sure I'll be just as easy."
Which means not easy at all. Soren's heart clenches. "Callum—"
"I would do anything for them. I can't promise less than that. I don't—" Callum runs a hand through his hair, white lock between his fingers, throwing his distressed expression further into the light. "I don't like what I'm becoming either, I..."
He looks so young, and Soren takes a beat to remind himself that Callum is just seventeen, and wants to do the right thing, and maybe being unwilling to sacrifice people—But Dad, Soren could've died! That doesn't matter!—could be the way through. Maybe. Hopefully.
"I just don't want you to change too much," Soren ventures, stepping forward.
Callum lets him, the way he'd let the snake rattle stain his hands on Finnegrin's boat—the quasar diamonds and their dark magic turning his hair—and sighs. "I know," he quiets. "I—I'll try, at least."
Soren just hopes it'll be enough.
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leonawriter · 3 months ago
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[Fic now on AO3]
Akechi who, after everything and while he's still figuring himself out before having left the place he'd been taking refuge again, comes across a girl who keeps... staring at him.
At first he's certain that she recognises him from his Detective Prince days, along with the sneaking - and aggravating - suspicion that she still idolises him, let alone the thought of having to deal with someone who's crushing on some imaginary ideal of him that never existed.
Still, he can't exactly tell her to get lost, can he? It'd be rude. And she's either here as a customer, or because she or someone she's connected to needs help, and... being rude to someone like that would be worse. So he tries to put on the old polite smile when she's around, and in a sense it works. Sort of. In that she stammers and runs away.
After a couple of weeks of this, she catches him off guard in a moment when he's not in a fit state to deal with this - he's tired, he misses home (what does he even mean by that? Tokyo? Or- Leblanc?) and his psychosomatic pain from having been shot in the Metaverse (or just having the memory of it) is acting up again.
He snaps at her, and this time when she runs he can tell that she's spooked. More skittish than shy in front of an idol.
He worries after that, that it's going to get back to the staff - the people who took him in when he had nowhere to go - and they're going to tell him off, or worse still tell him that he can't work here if he's going to treat the customers like that, and he can't stay here if he isn't working-
He's spiralling. He knows that. The uncertainty (about what's going to happen next, about what he's going to do next, whether that's tomorrow or in a few weeks' time or about his future or about Akira) is the worst thing, he realises.
The next day when he sees her again, he tries to put on an apologetic smile, figure out what sort of things would get him back into her good graces, scrambling for an idea, anything at all, when-
She apologises to him.
She apologises for having hovered over him and stared at him so often, and for not being able to say anything to him, and for still doing so even when she could see he wasn't in a good mood.
It's while he's still dumbstruck from this that she tells him that she's always looked up to him. And before he can say anything to that, she clarifies - it isn't just because of how he'd been on TV.
"I remember you," she says, in a mumbled rush, "from elementary. You probably don't remember, but- there was this one time, and... you proved I wasn't lying. Even if no one else cared or listened, you- and when I saw you on TV, I thought, that if you could do it, if you could make it like that... then I could, too."
Her words take a few moments to settle in. When they do, they make the place in his heart where he knows Hereward lies waiting for the next time the Metaverse rears its head, and the part of Hereward that was once Robin Hood, grow warm.
She was right. He barely remembered that at all, other than as a faint sense resentment at nothing having been worth anything in the end.
But- here she was. Telling him that she'd taken courage in him.
If she knew what it'd taken to get to where he'd been, if she knew how much of a lie it had all been, would she still look at him that way?
In the end, it didn't matter, she didn't need to know, and lies were Loki's trade, both for good and for ill.
He said none of it.
"And? Did you? Do whatever it was that you wanted to do, I mean."
She smiles, small and faint.
"Not yet," she says, quietly. "But I haven't given up, either."
He watches her leave, and a few days later she's gone for good, back home or wherever it was that she'd gone off to that wasn't any of his business.
Something about her made him realise, even just somewhat, that the masks he'd worn may not have been honest, and he might not have been a good person or anywhere near, but he hadn't known her, hadn't remembered her, and she'd still seen something worthwhile in him, in spite of knowing where he'd come from.
Well? That voice inside of him said, as he stared at the TV screen as the news reels went by, Have you done what you wanted to do?
He can't help but admit that he hasn't. But at the same time, his priorities have shifted. He's accomplished more of what he's proud of in the past few months than he ever had in the years he'd spent planning his revenge against Shido, and acting it out while planting the puppet strings on his own body.
And he hasn't given up on his future yet, either. He has plans - even if he isn't sure how they could possibly come to fruition with reality being what it is, he has things that he still wants to do. Places that he wants to go.
I'll hold onto your glove-
Promises to keep.
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scapegoated-if · 23 days ago
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i have been debating myself over the last couple of days about if i should send you a rant about the if or not, but i've seen quite a few people do it already and you've been pretty nice to them, so!
i've got to start by talking about the mc. like many people i was pretty hesitant about the gender-locked & race-locked thing (you must be tired of reading this by now lol), but i read your answers to previous asks and, yeah, i get it. i guess we're all so used to colorblind and genderblind ifs, in which those stuff change a couple of segments of the story at most (which is fair, since social justice isn't really a main topic for most ifs), that it's kind of a shock to find an author that cares so much about the accuracy aspect of the if. and it's refreshing, honestly! at least in scapegoated's case, because we can see very clearly why is the mc a white european woman. i also kind of love how you chose which countries she can be from and decided to give them little special options that make mc feel so... real (like the option to be able to having lent the book to leon)
also, i adore her. i really, truly, absolutely do. it's only been the prologue but?? she's THE moment. her making the director of the movie audition for HER?? iconic. i love her dialogue options and replayed the demo so many times (literally lost count) just to pick a different one each time. teasing!mc is my favorite!! and, god, i just love it when i'm reading an if and the mc is immediately my favorite character. i've read way too many stories in which the ROs were more interesting, or it took me a while to warm up to the mc, but scapegoated's mc got me hooked from the beginning. i just KNOW everyone who met her in the 60s and got to live until the 2010s/2020s got some anecdotes of her being a bad bitch and tell them on talk shows and interviews and shit, and get the youngsters longing for a time when she was alive. i knowww she's a fashion icon! even if she doesn't care about her appearance it'd be considered a fashion statement (isn't that lowkey the whole point of grunge?) and she'd be all over pinterest, tumblr and shit. like i'm sorry for the ramble but i cannot imagine her as anything other than a timeless icon. and i'm right
i'm also figuring that if she's killed by a crazed-fan-turned-serial-killer (or serial killer who just happens to be a crazed fan?) at 24, for a mistake she did not commit, she'd also be faded to become one of those tragic figures of talented, beautiful young women the world still mourns even decades after their deaths, such as marilyn monroe or sharon tate. i know i'm getting a bit ahead of myself, but i can't help thinking about it, and it's so heartbreaking i just might make a save with the sole intention of killing the mc, lol (there are survival skills stats so i'm assuming mc can be killed, right?). i still love you girl, just thinking about those documentaries and "fix-it" tarantino movies!
i actually intended to talk about the other characters who were already introduced and about the if itself (a 60s-rockstar-hollywood-hippie-slasher-romance if, with dialogue so good i actually believe the author knows what they're doing? i might just die), but i think this is already getting long enough and it's already late enough where i live, so i just wanted to say i love your writing and i looove scapegoated already! might still send an ask talking about other characters tbh
I love reading all your rants! I'm just enthralled that there are people out there equally as passionate as me about my writing. It really touches my heart!
I'm really glad the MC's icon status is coming across. I'm even glad that any of you feel like this has the late '60s-70s vibe, because I was so conscious of being deliberate with everything I wrote. It just feels so rewarding to be understood and seen by you, so truly thank you.
Where deaths are concerned, I can neither confirm nor deny!
I'd love to hear your thoughts on the other characters and the IF itself, so if you ever find yourself needing to vent, my inbox is always there! Thank you for reaching out!
Stay groovy!
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