#reader w/ powers

[hellamorte]

wade can talk about noble sacrifice and marvel jesusing all he wants but he was ready to die for his friends and for logan, instead of logan, because he wanted him to live. “say hi to my friends for me, peanut”, says the man who wants logan to become a part of the group, a pack, again, to take his place in protecting the people he loves, probably the only one he trusts to do so. and there is so much love in his desire for logan to stay alive and finally experience something good in life

[petrichorium]

also on my hands and knees dying to know about ur divorce (and perhaps reconciliation maybe…) with sir croc

Firstly I wanna say croc is THE reason for the divorced tier I had everyone in the husband/fiance/bf (and cusp + complicated) tiers I had the list downloaded and then I looked at croc in the husband tier and I was like no. Divorced………

Anyway I think you’re a marriage of convenience at first. Crocodile needs a wife to look more like An Upstanding Citizen Ready To Settle Down for his plans in Alabasta, you need the stability and rapport for your own reasons. A deal was struck (including a nice shiny prenup and an easy way out for both of you), the wedding goes off without a hitch, and now you’re cohabitating.

You’re all but a stranger, truthfully, though he’ll admit you were one of the most beautiful brides he’s seen walking down the aisle. And he finds your presence in his home less distracting than expected—you stay out of his way mostly, though the pair of you eat meals together and sleep in the same bed and you are always expected to be on his arm for formal occasions. You’re more than decent company, slowly warming to him and growing more open; willing to give advice on occasion, even, and it’s good advice he’s prone to heeding.

Which is why he’s blindsided when you drop the papers on his desk. There’s little he can do—they were practically already signed before the wedding, and in the surprise he can’t compose himself enough to think up a proper protest. All he can do is fold his hands together as you turn to leave, clear his throat, and call out, “Might I ask why?”

You shrug. It almost seems sad. “I want something more. You’re a very busy man, I don’t think you can give that to me.”

And those words haunt him, all the more because every trace of you is gone in the span of a few days. He lays in his bed, alone, pondering how much you truly lived in his home and how much he truly had to give you. He thought he made sure you wanted for nothing—but, clearly, that wasn’t the case. And if he’d known you’d be gone in the span of a few years…

In hindsight perhaps he’d been a bit distant. His work took up the vast majority of his time. All those meals were more often than not spent in silence, with Crocodile leaving long before you finished your food; you were often asleep before he came to bed, still slumbering when he woke; he’d arrive to those formal events with you on his arm and part ways almost immediately, drawn to meet with some politician or another and leaving you on your own.

The bed feels empty.

And then he gets a report about Nefertari Vivi. It all goes downhill from there. The empire he spent years building crumbles beneath his feet, toppled by that godforsaken princess and the upstart pirate with a straw hat. And as he’s carted off to Impel Down… he still thinks of you.

It’s perhaps a good thing that you left when you did. In a certain sense it saved you, severing ties with him when you did. But foolishly he wonders about the timing—wonders if it would have happened at all if you’d stayed. Logically he knows the rationale is anything but sound.

Instinctively… whenever he gets out, whatever he intends to do next, he thinks he needs you at his side again.

So when the break-out happens, and Crocodile is given a freedom he’d nearly given up on, the first thing he does is begin to track you down.

It takes more than he thought it would. His web of informants isn’t half of what it once was, and his name no longer pulls as much weight, forced to remain in the shadows as he now is. You, meanwhile, catch onto the mystery person trying to keep tabs on you far too quickly for his liking—flighty thing, never quite setting down roots, quick to flee at the first sign of danger. A trait that has only seemed to worsen in his absence, it seems.

But it’s only a matter of time. He’s Sir Crocodile after all, back from banishment to the depths of the ocean, sure to see the sun again. His men close in on you within a year as he builds up his numbers again, but Crocodile ensures he’s the first to make contact.

He intends to show you immediately how things will be different this time.

You’ve made temporary home on a quaint little island, sharing a house with a little old granny who lets him in eagerly when he presents a bouquet and says it’s for you. There he waits, served tea and biscuits that he doesn’t taste.

And then the door opens. You pause when you see him, eyes wide—donning a breezy sundress you’d never have worn for him in Alabasta, your hair wind-tousled so unlike the meticulous updos he always saw you in, with a basket of produce under arm—and the sight of you has his chest unwinding. It’s like he can breathe again.

Not that he had any intentions to before, but the smell of your familiar perfume steels his resolve to never let you disappear again.

[bratisland]

i really want to write a lil something for the 7, the boys, and soldier boy rescuing a merman/maid supe! reader that got stuck in a really nasty net and they're barely alive on the shore before they are found, they're like an extremely ethereal type of a merman/maid...its almost suspicious how ..otherwordly gorgeous they are...but some characters will fall into them like starved animals and some might straight up not give a fuck.. i can make it sexual if yall want me to... im not sure about writing this so i guess its smthg like an interest check?

[uwuinhell]

Yo so I checked ao3 and apparently there's ZERO 2012 Donnie/reader coffee shop au fics??? Not even one??? Which is honestly a crime imo

SO I decided to do it myself. But I'm not currently proficient enough in writing fics to actually make anything. Maybe I just need to think about it more/harder...

So I'm writing a.. drabble.. headcannon.. thingamajiggy.. idk what they're called, honestly.

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2012 TMNT Donatello x Reader Coffee shop au ✨

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You work at a café, maybe a small mom and pop place, maybe one of a corporate line.

Maybe the café you work at is in a poorly-maintained area of the city and there's frequent power glitches.

(The café is used to this and is prepped for this scenario with at least one generator for all the appliances. As well as an abundance of candles and flashlights, which don't provide Fantastic lighting but it's enough to make by while they wait for power to come back.)

Donnie comes more often and stays a bit longer during these black outs. Otherwise he has only ever ordered to-go.

Donnie also prefers to come when it's less busy. Which is understandable, you don't like large amounts of people either.

Donnie disguises himself with a large hoodie (+ face mask?) and probably pants too. Or maybe a skirt, that'd be cute, I think.

Maybe he hides his hands with mittens or gloves. He'll play off the lack of fingers, if he's wearing gloves, saying it's because of an accident.

If he doesn't wear gloves or mittens he'll keep his hands in his pockets most of the time.

His skin is "like that because of a skin condition" he'll say. He only has 3 fingers because of a deformity, he'll say.

He either pays with straight cash or with a cash-app card. (Because how is a turtle gonna get money??) (The cash is taken from villains or found on the streets)

You don't question his behavior much, writing it off as him being insecure or shy or something.

After he returns a few more times you guys chat more and he meets you on your break to talk more.

After weeks, maybe months of him coming by to get his caffeine hit, it becomes your guy's normal to chill and chat on your breaks.

He also visits and hangs out before the café opens and after it closes sometimes.

[luv-kae]

idk if this has been said already but i’ve recently rewatched atsv for like the 4th time and tbh….

i really don’t think earth 42 miles would’ve gone down a much different path if he had been bitten like he was supposed to.

like let’s think abt it, even with the technological advancements he has as the prowler, he’s not necessarily fighting crime as it is. like he already has similar abilities as a spider person ( swinging w his grapplers n shit ), but still does what he does.

let’s also consider how his dad hasn’t been around for years, so even w spider powers, would he really have drifted that far from becoming the prowler??? like on earth 1610, w jeff being a cop, i think that helps to instill a stronger sense of heroism in miles. along with the fact that there was a spiderman before miles, so he had more heroic figures to look up to ( also drawing him further from his uncle’s influence ). but without his dad or peter in earth 42, his uncle has a much stronger influence on him, and we all know his uncle isn’t known for being heroic.

this is not to say that he’d become a villain or anything, because as we know, the prowler on earth 42 is not a villain. i just think he’d still do similar things if he had gotten bit, but w spider powers lol !!

[toutallyahoe]

i feel so many emotions for this man and those are anger, fear and horny

absolutely a fucking red flag but baby i wear rose tinted glasses for a reason

warnings: cockwarming (mentioned), overstimulation (implied), hwanseong being the sadist that he is, minor spoilers of "the world is money and power" (s2, e12)

Irritating.

"I don't mind if you participate yourself. You will get there just in time if you take a flight today... what do you say, Mr Hwanseong Kang?"

They were so goddamn irritating!

"Ugh... this is so annoying. Can't you just deal with it yourselves?" Hwanseong said, annoyed as he stopped moving and instead made himself comfortable as he loosely held his phone to his ear. Rolling his eyes when he remembered what Huiju Ya told him not so long ago to led to this phone call. Fucking hell, they were all so pathetic. "Do I really have to hear your stinking voices from all the way over here?"

"I mean— hey, stop it. I'm on the phone," Hwanseong scolded as he firmly slapped [Name]'s stomach. Making sure to give the man a little glare. Yet it seemed like [Name] was desperate, bucking his hips up to Hwanseong. Hwanseong prepared to scold the other man again when the words were cut off along with his train of thought as he bit back a groan leave his lips. "Ugh... fuck... yeah, yeah," a moan leave his lips as he enjoyed the way [Name]'s cock nestled inside him, the tip hitting his prostate nicely as [Name] desperately buck his hips up to get some stimulation on his cock. Having enough from Hwanseong just sitting there and warming his dick.

"Hm, anyways," Hwanseong said as he slapped [Name]'s stomach again so the man can stop moving as Hwanseong brought back his attention to the phone call he still was on. Fucking hell, those bastards really called in at the worst time imaginable. He literally fucked off the country for a bit to enjoy his time and do other bullshit than this! Hwanseong already knew what he was going to do... because there was no way in hell he would be joining this stupid and annoying plan to get back to the irritating bastard that should've learned his place way fucking earlier. "Hey, Jongho."

"Yeah?"

"If you're gonna lose with my face on... go ahead and get some plastic surgery. Get yourself a different face, alright?" Hwanseong said to his brother as he immediately cut off the call. Not even giving a fuck on what his younger twin was going to reply as he then threw his phone somewhere in the room. Not caring if it breaks, he can afford a new one anyway. Right now, Hwanseong was going to focus back on what he was doing early before those annoying bastards had disturbed him.

"Where was I?" Hwanseong wondered out loud as he then smiled. Looking down, Hwanseong enjoyed the pathetic and teary look on [Name]'s face. The poor man looked so pathetic and out of it as he was naked and tied in bed, biting his bottom lip to the point the skin broke and blood came out of the bruise. His smile grew wider as he felt [Name] twitch inside of him. It looked like the other still could come. Good. "Right, having my way with you."

"I didn't tell you to move earlier," Hwanseong let out a dark chuckle as he heard [Name] whimper. He placed his hands on [Name]'s stomach, making sure his nails scratched and dig into the sensitive skin, leaving it red and irritated on the scratch marks he left. Hwanseong raised his hips up, shuddering at how [Name]'s cock slipped out inch by inch until the tip was left in his hole. And then Hwanseong slammed himself down on, repeating the process and each time he raised and slammed himself down, it was done with such vigour. Hwanseong groaned in delight at the feeling of the burn of being stretched out by [Name]'s cock as he rode the tied-up man ruthlessly.

"You're all mine now," Hwanseong said in between his moans. Just wanting to say those words out loud. Because finally, he didn't have to share with Taehoon about their favourite little pet. Taehoon was too possessive after all and Hwanseong was glad that guy was out of the picture now. "Be a good boy, okay?"

[shalomniscient]

[devotedlystrangewizard]

the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.

he never was.

[prrofessor-ex]

My name is Charles Xavier, and I run a special school for gifted students... for mutants, like you. You'll be safe here for as long as you choose to stay.

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RP blog for Charles Xavier, founder and headmaster of the School for Gifted Youngsters. Be ye friend, enemy, student, teacher--please feel welcome to bend my ear!

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(My name is Sim, I'm over 20, & to be upfront, this is a casual endeavor designed to see other people's characters shine! Feel free to message or send asks, & let me know if there's a specific interaction you're looking for from the prof & I'll think that over. I follow from @kal10. I also run @mimicmadrox - a mutant oc also in the x men universe)

[riaki]

domesticity with aki is so lamp coded

u feel what i mean…

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

do you like nanami? because i do.

nanami is the epitome of my life—my oxygen, the one that keeps me going. his words, his voice, his touch, his eyes; from his head to toe was what perfected him.

he was made with such details, such perfections, each stroke—each freckle, each pore, each crease on his skin was made with the intent of creating a man loved by all.

yes, loved by all. you love him, i love him, everyone MUST love him.

his voice; a mix of sultry and sweet, a combination like a fine sip of coffee seeping through one's tongue during an early morning. as the sun seeps through the curtains of the clouds, it brews deep into one's soul.

love nanami, our beautiful 50/50 firework, for a better life. #nanamikento'soneandonlywife

😭😭😭 least down bad nanami stan.

/LIGHTHEARTED BTWW i respect you so much anon. speak your truth!!!!!!! let them know!!!!!!!!!!! nanami is objectively the best jjk guy after suguru i think…… he would treat you so well. and his voice……. phewwwww . tsudaken the loml <33

I LOVE NANAMI he’s actually . the reason i got into jjk. 👉👈 he was my absolute favorite for a Long Time before i read the manga and everything and now :’3 he’s . well . not one of my Favorites but i love him lots!!!! i promise!!!!!! and i’m happy he has so many devoted stans <33333 nanami loves you so much anon. he told me!!!!!!!

[nezumeanie]

☆ a s m o party night! *˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.

warnings: alcohol mention | drunk mc | a party scene, ofc (horrific!!!!!!) | but gn reader as always >_<)7 and maybe some typos i dunno

♡ you had never actually considered going to one of those “asmo parties”—spending so much of your time exhausted from devildom antics, swamped with language homework you couldn’t make sense of, and the overall overwhelm of your exchange, you just couldn’t find the time or energy to look into it. this particular asmo party, however, was going to celebrate his birthday making this asmo party even more asmo themed: everyone should wear as much pink as possible and glam themselves up as much as their pretty little bodies could handle. something about that made you feel giddy and annoyed at the same time, not really knowing whether or not it was a good idea to go.

♡ that night had been filled with an electricity you hadn’t been used to as well. unconsciously, you really wanted to impress asmo, and wanted to make sure you looked good in front of all the guests he loosely called his friends. maybe his sin was peppered in the air, you hoped people would look at you and know that you knew asmo in ways that they would never think to imagine, that you had seen him really cry or that you had even seen him with a bandaid over a pimple on his forehead (thought you hadn’t ever seen the actual pimple). that your proximity to him would incite anything in them: anger, jealousy, awe, admiration. maybe that feeling was new, maybe it wasn’t. the venue was dark with varying shades of pink and white neon lights, all sorts of beings were pressed together in a way on alcohol could make cozy, the sound of the music drummed deep in your chest making your own heartbeat unrecognizable. you wondered is this the right idea? since you would, undoubtedly, see asmo again in the morning at home and would wish him happy birthday then, instead of watching him turn over a new year at midnight tonight. he thought himself to be the whole world like this, it made you smile how strange he truly was.

♡ the only worry you had was whether or not you would get to see asmo at all! the air was hot and sticky, the people around were singing and yelling and laughing and all of their faces were unrecognizable to you. there’s no earthly way someone could have actually known this many people, but then you supposed asmo had thousands of years to make friends. or maybe he hadn’t. there was also a surprising amount of humans at this party which lifted your spirits slightly: there would be something other than demonus here tonight. worming your way through the crowd, you found the bar, the bartenders all wearing paper masks with asmo’s smiling face on them. definitely weird, definitely on brand. asking asmo number five for something from the human realm, they poured you something pink and shimmery and you downed it in haste. it definitely was not champagne. but you couldn’t ignore the warmth and…..and confidence it was giving you. you asked for another.

♡ the ‘countdown to asmo day’ was projected on a screen behind the dj, ten minutes and fifty-four seconds. how long had you been here? this whole thing suddenly feels really funny. you start to giggle with a sparkly drink in your hand. hey when did you order this drink? hehe. it tasted sooooo good though maybe someone gave it to you with a smile because you looked sooo pretty tonight? hehe. well, you knew better than to drink an open drink anyway. you blinked slowly and staggered backwards bumping bodies with someone, not uncommon. giggling again you turned to apologize. oh! you found him! asmo! he had a wide eyed expression. “what’re you doing here? and like this too?” he gracefully stole the glass from your hand and smiled. “you look gorgeous” he added. hehe asmo was always so forward wasn’t he? you could smell demonus on him, but you really couldn’t tell he had been drinking at all. and what sort of question was that? what other reason could there be to go to an asmo party? that made him laugh in a way that made you swoon in a way you normally wouldn’t allow. maybe he hadn’t noticed maybe he had. asmo told you he was flattered you came this time after many many months of asking you to attend one. wishing you two had walked in together to turn heads and gain gasps from his audience. somehow you were just sober enough to roll your eyes at such a statement, but unable to tell if it was bass or butterflies in your stomach.

♡ the ‘asmo day’ timer ticked on minutes went by that he stood and talked with you. you don’t remember when he had taken your hand in the conversation, whether to steady or you because he liked doing so you didn’t have the mind to wonder. your drink still in his hand like an accessory. anger burned in your chest inexplicably—why was he down here talking with you? shouldn’t he have been on stage taking in the excitement when the asmo-faced ball dropped down the miniature tower? you had been shouting over the music all night, so maybe your tone hadn’t changed when you said this. asmo kept on smiling at you, but his eyes softened. “i really wish i would’ve known you were here tonight.” he had leaned into your ear to say that. something in your chest burned again. what the hell is that supposed to mean? and shouldn’t he be up there hosting his party. he leaned in again. as much as this is an asmo party, the majority of it is mostly, he said to you, for show—the humans; the incubi; the demons; those sneaky, sneaky angels; they weren’t here for asmodeus, but for what he represents: unadulterated and limitless access to their deepest desires. asmo always found himself being incredulously honest with you, and here he was telling you that it wasn’t him they desired, but the desire itself kept them drawn to him. you blinked hard and he laughed. “unfortunately there’s no one else in the devildom who can host a party like i can, after attending an asmo party every other party will feel like a five year old’s birthday,” he spoke while waving that glass on the air, the glitter in it spun but not a drop sloshed out. “and besides, i’ve already gotten everything i wanted out of this party about ten minutes ago.” his smile morphed into a smaller, more intimate one. you couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else got smiles like this or if it was just for you. that shimmery drink hadn’t given you the confidence to ask him that.

♡ asmo was impressive, maybe you were truly seeing it for the first time. the atmosphere was both lighthearted and intense. all the bodies around found ways to flirt with each other, touch each other, give each other knowing looks before sneaking out of the crowds. you had even noticed a larger amount of eyes on you than usual and, without meaning to humble or self deprecating, you knew it was an effect of the party: the secret wants of someone bubbling beneath the surface of their everyday life was brought beneath asmo’s moonlight, unclothed, inspected, and accepted. encouraged, even. he looked over his unruly crowd with a pleasure of his own, something almost paternal in his eyes. you called to him again. the countdown had begun from thirty. when asmo turned to look at you, you noticed the way he looked at you. innocent. not that he thought of you in that sense, but that he hadn’t looked at you with the intention of eating you up. maybe it was that drink, but this really annoyed you. the crowd calling numbers annoyed you, the way people came and went touching asmo’s arms and shoulders and waist annoyed you, the fact that he felt like babysitting you in the crowd instead of putting on a show on stage annoyed you. also the way he trusted you with his secrets was starting to annoy you. half teetering, you leaned into his chest hoping to press your lips against his and to your bewilderment, he pulled away biting his own intensely. “you don’t understand it,” he panted “but i’ve really, really been holding back. because it’s you.” the look in his eyes where the ones you had been longing for. the countdown concluded in a series of cheers and applause, the crowd all pulling the ones nearest to them into lust filled kisses. only you and asmo stood staring at each other. the energy, the smell, his hand in yours, the look on his face…you leaned once again and said “did you really think you were the only one?”

[wildvetch]

various thoughts on breaking- finished dying a bit ago, probably dropping those later.

the stuff on shin felt *kind of* rushed, but mostly i think that's just a side effect of the larger hurdle in the story, where you've got multiversal settings w/ limited povs & limited time/narrative real estate to afford those settings. thematically though i think it accomplishes a lot, and i think the story spends enough time investing in some of the things that become important during breakthrough's stint there that the arc still ends up being p satisfying.

the cape/anti-cape sentiment stuff plays pretty well here imo--i think bianca does a few good things for the story (gives us another access point/case example for how clusters--&shard-host-power dynamics--actually work, plays part of the slew of master-effects/brainjackings that help give dimension to vicky's trauma throughout the plot, etc etc) but more than anything i think her reign & the way it plays off of gimel's post-GM trauma helps to really emphasize the antipathy felt toward capes as not being like, categorically senseless/irrational spite-for-spite's sake. it comes from real fears and real needs, and i like that the arc spends time making breakthrough really contend with that.

really fun to see how fucked Vicky 🐷Dallon's best efforts at a criminal justice system are & then be confronted w/ Shin's insanely fucked prisons--like i obviously don't think willybilly sat down w/ the serial like "aha, today i will come up with the perfect justice system" & i'm not really holding out for like, the Antares Abolitionist Arc or anything, but i *do* think the story's pretty blatantly concerned w/ carcerality and i think the text definitely asks the reader to consider the victoria's prison world & shin's whole setup as differently cruel.

fuck amy

fuuuuuuuuuuuuck chris

fuck. amy.

okay so like i love capricorn, i think the twins are one of the best parts of the story, and i don't want to get into what happens next arc just yet but i do think that the stuff we get with byron/missy here is like. it's obviously way more about the twins & their relationship's growth than anything to do with vista. the capricorn interludes take the reader to some pretty extreme lowpoints in their relationship, but within the goddess arc they also really help to underscore like...not just the extent to which they've both grown, but the extent to which reconciliation was even possible for them in the first place--and it couldn't be forced, it wasn't something that either twin could get from brute-forcing or self-flagellating, it had to be worked for and worked through and critically they both had to want it. which itself took time. &what i like about the brothers is that even up to this point in the story, they still have their issues--like, the stuff at the beginning of the arc where it talks about them playing out arguments with each other (first as a therapy exercise and later with the team as a teacher-countermeasure), makes it pretty explicit that things aren't just All Better. but comparing the vista convo & its aftermath to the moonsong/nate convos, you really start to get this sense of like... a possible future for them--one that must be built, but one that's worth building.

all of which to say, like, completely and utterly fuck amy. it's kind of frustrating, because a lot of this just boils down to Unfortunate Consequences of Characterization, but i do think being reminded of all the obstacles overcome by the twins just sort of drives home how badly amy has hurt &continues to hurt victoria by demanding and coercing reentry into her life--to an extent that, even if there had ever been a question of repairing that relationship before (on victoria's terms), that avenue has been pretty thoroughly destroyed. like. to the point where i actually think chris comes out looking better by the end of the arc, despite having been the one to arrange for vicky to end up in that room with her in the first place--because in all honestly i don't think the story's as interested in redeemability/irredeemability as much as it is in the question of like... okay, you fucked up. you did something reprehensible. what do you do next? &I think one of the things that makes amy's character so deeply upsetting, is that all anyone's asking her to do atp is stop: own up to what she's done, and then stop doing it. walk away. respect the boundary that has been put before you. but instead we get more of the same refusal of responsibility that had her run away to the birdcage, we see her trying to lie and guilt-trip and violate her way into her version of forgiveness, demanding absolution while rejecting culpability in the first place--both for the molestation of her sister & for subsequent negligence and malpractice in her healing. and it's nauseating! but in this story, where more than a few of our protagonists have blood on their hands, where amnesty is a central question of the setting, where the world owes its continued existence to one girl's largescale act of mind-body violation and the story takes no interest in exonerating her, instead asking "would you do it over again?"... i think it says a *lot* that chris makes the choice that he does at the end of the arc, and amy refuses to change course.

[the-radical-reader]

Orientalism by Edward W. Said

“Orientalism is not, therefore, an airy European fantasy about the Orient, but a created body of theory and practice in which, for many generations, there has been a considerable material investment.”

Published in 1978 by revered Palestinian–American scholar Edward W. Said (1935-2003), Orientalism is a landmark work that examines how the Western world has perceived and represented the East, specifically the Middle East, North Africa, and Asia. Said interrogates how the concept of “the Orient” emerges throughout history as a European (and then American) response to a perceived cultural and religious Other that is both threatening to and something to be dominated by the West. Through careful examination of European (neo)colonial texts, literature, and art, Said explores historical and modern power dynamics and cultural stereotypes that cast “the Orient” and “Orientals” as fundamentally different from and inferior to “the Occident” (the West) and “Occidentals.” A foundational text in postcolonial theory and cultural history, Orientalism is an intellectually rigorous analysis that dives deep into the complex iterations of a defining framework of Western ideology.

By illuminating how Orientalist ideology functions, Said encourages us to critically examine our assumptions and reject inaccurate, harmful narratives of “the other.” He challenges us to interrogate the very notions of “West” and “East,” and “us” and “them,” prompting us to imagine the possibilities of celebrating and respecting cultural differences without hostility, hierarchy, and domination. Given the urgent need for enhanced decolonial efforts in the face of rising neocolonialism and the need to vigorously combat harmful representations meant to divide the marginalized, Said's insights remain more important than ever.

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Visit the-radical-reader.com to learn more about Orientalism—its historical context, its big ideas, common misunderstandings, how it’s influenced history, and how it can inspire your action for collective liberation.

[eponymousfics]

Since I’m not doing NaNoWriMo in any official capacity, I’ve decided to let myself bounce around projects and add up the word count for whatever bit of progress I make across multiple works.

That means I’ve been opening up a lot of different stories and rereading older stuff, and there’s a lot of good stuff that I don’t think I’ll ever post.

Mostly bc I don’t like the idea of putting out snippets of things that might never get a full official story, or the fandom is something I’m not sure I want to associate with (even if it’s to “do it right.” I mean a lot of it is going “yeah so the original was pretty shit but here’s my take” and it feels weird putting that in front of people who are fans and presumably like the original version? Feels like putting “x critical” stuff in the main tag, idk. Then again I know people do that and I don’t have a problem with other people doing it, and the “thanks for canon but we’re taking it away from you now” is also a relatively common attitude so maybe I should get my head out of my ass lol)

But then I’ll read a really good bit I wrote and just go “oooOOOH BUT THAT’S SO JUICY IT MUST BE SEENNNNN” 😂

Idk I just have been pouring several thousand words into a fic that I love but have never considered uploading and I feel the need to acknowledge it in some way lol

[fungus-no69]

i wanna be the threat in fanfics please please please ple