#she’s always believed that queers will go to hell and all

[lukolathoughts]

Miss Nicola - supporting LGBTQI rights

Dearest gentle reader,

I have been itching to write a blog post now for a few weeks, but not really knowing where to begin. There have been frenzied weeks and days of activity, but then silence and the fandom meanders like a lost boat at sea. We are often rudderless without the reassuring presence of our ship captains - Luke and Nicola. This also tends to get the sub fandoms spouting nonsense claiming to have seen Nicola in Birmingham or some ridiculous crap. I didn't want to bother her by asking for a photo! No photo, no proof my friend.

I'll talk about me for a moment. I had a week from hell last week. There was something so upsetting for me to deal with, I couldn't go into work as I was crying that much. Try to explain this to your manager: that nasty comments on YouTube made you late for work. Luckily, she is an understanding person and I have told her about my YT channel. Saying some things out loud to real life people make me sound barking mad. But it is the price you pay for being public on YouTube. It also makes me an easy target. I am used to online trolls and people who hate me for saying that Jake is gay and believing in Lukola, but when the stab in the back comes from a supposed friend, it really is the ten of swords. My phone blew up that much, I opened my eyes that morning genuinely thinking Lukola had launched. My hope turned to ash, when I saw what was really happening. I share this with you all because, I have had to have a reckoning with myself the last week. My online life and my real life are not the same. My real life is way more important and I actually need my job, so messing it up because I've got people I don't really know online saying mean things about me, that are not true, shouldn't matter. But it still hurts. But I also realise, they are trying to stop me sharing and trying to ruin my credibility and reputation in order to send me off into my discord crying never to return again.

Well think again. No one tells a Sagittarius woman what they can and can't do. I am made of stronger stuff. Love will always conquer hate. No one puts Baby in the corner, and I will not stand for it. I have scaled back most of my online life now. It had helped me cope with the last year and losing my friend, but sometimes you have to go back into reality. I'm never leaving the ship though. You'll have to chuck me overboard and I'll still jump back on like Rose from Titanic. "I couldn't go, Jack! You jump, I jump, right?"

Anyway, enough about me. Let's talk about Nic. I love Nicola by the way and nothing I say here is a criticism of her or her choices. I see what you're doing though, miss Nicola. I said in my last blog that the shit would hit the fan when Jake has to start press for his new upcoming BBC3 drama What it feels like for a girl. I will admit I have not read the book. Regardless of who Jake is playing, it is reportedly an all queer cast, a queer director and at least one queer writer that I know of. Why would the director of an all queer cast hire a straight man in a homosexual role? If this show is as big as It's a Sin, that aired on Channel 4 a few years ago, then there will be press and a lot of it. There will be press from queer magazines also. Jake is currently in an awkward position, because some press believe he is in a romantic relationship with Nicola Coughlan, a woman who is also 14 years his senior. So, what will Nicola and Jake do?

Jake is holding onto his cash cow with both hands and Nicola needs Jake to continue to pose as her boyfriend to stop the media digging. But honey, they know. It was clear all the press at the SAG awards knew exactly what was going on and they were not afraid to say it. The 'happy ending' comment levelled at them directly by a reporter, had Nicola stunned and Luke smiling like all his Christmases' had come at once.

Nicola knows what is going on. She knows there is a deadline and she knows if she doesn't extricate herself from the narrative she is dating a gay man, she is screwed basically. What is she doing? She's getting out her, I love gays!! T-shirt, hats, scarfs, sunglasses, whatever. She is doing it. Look at me, I love queers! I love her for this and I already know she is an advocate for LGBTQI rights. She has a ton of gay friends. The fandom knows this of course, but do the general public?

At the Neutrogena event on 27th March 2025, there was a very tall drag queen doing some MCing. We know Nic loves drag queens and has been to many shows, so this is nothing new to us. I'm not being overly cynical that the drag queen might have been there for a reason, right? Neutrogena is a product that is targeted at women mostly for their skin products. What has that got to do with a drag queen? I just found it odd.

Next up we have Nicola's Pink Pony Club Post that she shared to both her Instagram stories and grid last Thursday 10th April. The song by Chappell Roan is synonymous with the gay community and one that Jake danced to at her concert last year in a pink cowboy hat. "You guys, remember when my old flat was a gay hotspot!" Nicola, posts 4 polaroid's of her looking fabulous in pink and lays them on a pink blanket. What made you feel so nostalgic, Nic? Or are you sending a message? Look at me, I have loved my gay besties for donkey's years. Prominent gay friends such as JVN and Jack Rooke commented all in agreement, that indeed, Nic's flat was the place to be. And, no I do not think Nicola is coming out herself as gay. Get real, she is supporting her friends and peers.

Then there was yesterday's selfie of Nicola wearing her black - 'I just wanted to say if you are trans and reading this, I love you and so do all my mates' T-shirt. There a few other details in that post that other bloggers such as @toriaaniin have covered beautifully, so I won't go into it here. My eyes sprung wide when I saw this post. I know she advocates for the charity Notaphase.org and I commend her for doing this, but two queer posts in a few days seems to be a lot for Nic, when lately she hasn't been posting at all.

There is also the male hairdresser Halley Brisker in her Opalex video on her Instagram, They make a big deal of letting us know he flirts with male makeup artists. Nicola is clearly good friends with Halley and it is an endearing watch. But to me this seems like a lot of overkill in the last few days for the general public to look at her Instagram and instantly know, yes Nicola does love the girls, the gays and Luke Newton. (FYI Halley Brisker is married to a woman and has children, but to the general public this conversation is implying Nic is comfortable with these conversations).

This, in my opinion, is setting the stage for the final act. I can see Nicola doing some sort of article or interview where she clears a certain narrative up. If you notice, Douglas has also been quite forceful again in implying certain things about Jake and Jake himself does not stop others from posting suggestive posts and videos of him. Nicola must remove herself from this mess in order to move forward with her own career and life. Hanging onto old connections are no longer serving her personally and professionally. Her engagement on Instagram is down by a lot, so I'm told and she is losing followers. She has done all she can career-wise for Jake now, he has to make his own way.

If this does not happen and we remain in this weird heteronormative bubble, I fear the press for What it feels like for a girl, will be a shit show. The truth will come out eventually and it will drag both Jake and Nicola down with it.

[transboyswitchytales]

🔒Spooky Coincidence🔒🔪 DARK FIC (NSFW)

👻 spooky request : here’s my prompt: maya mason was reader’s boss and fuck buddy. she ended their past “situationship” as she did not believe in commitment which led to reader resigning. however, as time progressed, maya still thinks about reader and becomes obsessed with her. a new movie project brings the reader and maya back together, intertwining their lives once again. maya will do anything to keep reader all to herself, even blackmailing her into marriage and breeding her. i want it rough please, where maya will roughly shove her dick into the reader without proper lubrication and to the point where reader is begging maya to stop cumming inside of her as she’s overstimulated. oof did i not state earlier that maya has a penis? is it too spooky? 🥺

NEVER TOO SPOOKY MY FRIEND!

WARNINGS : SEXUAL ASSAULT / G!P MAYA / Manipulation / NON CON / Non con sexual videos / Blackmail / Stalking / yandere/Breaking and Entering / DARK FIC / Impreg Kink / Forced Impreg / Cum Kink / Power Play / Unhealthy Maya / Scary bad / Murderer Maya / DARK - Dead Dove Don't Eat / 18+ MDI / DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU

You did not believe in coincidences.

You'd watched enough horror movies. Where the final girl realizes a strange coincidence. 

You’d been fucked around by life enough to know, coincidences weren’t real.

Things that were meant to fuck you over, we’re always there. 

Everything happens the way it’s supposed to.

When you became the head of Netflix Movie Productions, aka Netflix Studios. You saw it as a fresh start.

You had been taught by Patty. You were to be her replacement. But when you and Maya…well when Maya dumped you. Because she was a commitment phobe and you resigned. Patty had been livid. 

Three days later, she’d been fired. And the poor shmuck Matt now had your job.

You didn’t miss the studio. If anything, you felt bad for the man.

But that was fine. You’d been with Netflix Studios for a month now. You loved it. You got to green light projects you believed in. You finally were getting queer stories on a platform. 

Sure you had to make the odd shitty film, but that was the biz.

So when your boss called to let you know that Netflix and Continental Studios were merging. You were livid.

This was actual Hell, not a coincidence. 

You couldn’t believe it, you and Matt were to be partners now. 

Matt was not going to be good for business. He was overly emotional, immature, and a people pleaser. He was terrified of decisions, and you knew he’d make a mess.

There’s a reason Patty didn’t pick him to be groomed for her position. 

You didn’t like him. It didn’t help that Maya and him used to be drunk make-out buddies. 

No, you couldn’t think of that right now.

Because you were about to walk into a meeting with Matt and his team.

And that included Maya.

Maya-fucking break your heart-Mason. 

Your heels clicked on the marble floor. People stopped and turned as you stalked back to the conference room. Half of the floor would be laid off by the end of the month. 

This was the entertainment business now.

And you were the villian, the subscription service.

You walked in with your horns and fangs and they’d all be unemployed.

You were the monster.

Didn’t matter that they all subscribed to Netflix. It was the principle of it. You were ending theaters. 

You didn’t mind their angry looks.

If anything it fueled the fire in your veins. You couldn’t appear soft in there.

Not in front of Maya.

So when you opened the door to Sal having a fit, you didn’t even care.

“Hey if it isn’t Netflix Nasty Negotiator!” Her snarled at you. 

You just arched an eyebrow at him. 

“Sal you promised!” Matt said not able to control his staff. Even Quinn wasn’t seated, and she was glaring at you. Everyone is standing, waiting to fight you.

They all were.

Except Maya, who you didn’t need to look at to feel her gaze touching your body. She had horny intentions and it was clear by her silence. 

Sal is angry and he speaks out of turn again.

“We were friends! I took you to caviar and cocaine brunch!”

You can’t even begin to answer that. That was not something you wanted to remember for even a second. 

“Sal, I’m not here to fire you. This meeting is so we can join-“ 

“Bullshit!” He yells and he’s pacing with his hands on his hips like a child. You look at Matt, as if to say ‘can you please calm your bitch down?’

 Matt is of no help, shocker, he just looks equally upset. Like you’d taken the last chocolate milk for school lunch. This was obnoxious; these people, your old friends, were supposed to be studio heads. 

You were telling them what Netflix would like you to, but it seemed that wouldn’t work. 

“Look, I get that there’s an emotional thing here. But I’m not happy to be here either. Now we can do this the hard way if you want. But it’ll be a lot easier if we all play nice in the sandbox. Give me the lists of employees, and let’s have this meeting. And hopefully this will go smoothly and we won’t have to see each other as much, ok?” You say to Matt, and then turn to Sal too.

You ignore Patty, Quinn, and never give Maya even a sideways glance. 

“And if we refuse?” Sal says, and Matt turns to look at him like that might be a good idea.

You don’t even let the idea breathe. 

“You either evolve like a pretty butterfly or I will stomp you.” You say, and Sal audibly gulps in the conference room.

Now you turn to Patty, who just seems to be studying you, like she was watching something she created herself. 

You don’t let Sal say another word. You continue to let them know you aren’t the same person who walked into the studio. Not for Sal to get high with, not for Patty to mold, not for Matt to people please, and certainly not for Maya to fuck. 

You look at Quinn now.  

“Anyone who makes this harder..I mean anyone.. will be fired. Don’t try some shitty little plan to over throw this merger it’s happening.” You figure Sal and her would try, and that would mean you’d have to fire them before the end of the day. 

“What you think you can stop us!” Quinn tries to be bold, and you wonder if Sal gave her something before this meeting. You rest your bag down onto the floor and grab the back of one of the wheelie chairs and try to breathe through your rage. 

It’s the sweet voice that haunts your dreams that answers instead. 

“I will,” Maya says dangerously. 

Your head snaps now to look at her, and she smiles like she earned you. 

“What?” Matt is the one who asks now. 

“Evolve or die, kids. That’s your options. That’s this studio's only option. I’m glad we are merging. It’s time we got in with a trend instead of behind it.” She states, and you look away, not about to give her any more than you already had. 

“Wait, Maya, you are ok with this?” Quinn asked, confused. 

Maya's gaze never left yours. You feel her all over you. 

“More than.”

“This is bullshit!” Sal yells again and kicks one of the chairs, which topples a little but doesn’t flip. Very anticlimactic, just like the man himself. 

“If you try to hurt this business deal, Sal.” Maya glared at all of them in the eye with so much force, you would be intimidated if you didn’t also know the face she made as she orgasmed. But she stopped at Matt.

“If any of you do. I’ll make you wish you’d never come to Hollywood.” 

Matt gulped but nodded his understanding, too.

The rest of the meeting was quick; you got their budgets, a list of employees, and their current films in progress. 

You stood up, and Patty cornered you and handed you a letter. You were confused for a minute but she leaned in and kissed your cheek. You understood immediately.

She wasn’t just scared for the end of her career; she wanted to make amends. 

Patty had been a mother to you in so many ways. In this business, she’d taught you what it took to be ruthless and still soft for the right people. You two shared a moment before you squeezed her hand back and then walked out. Putting your computer bag over your shoulder, and happy to be far away from this place. 

But you heard Maya's heels clicking behind you. She waited until you were out of the building to grab your arm. You turned and went to slap her across the face, but she grabbed your arm.

“Oh my, I know I had that coming, but you were quick,” Maya said, holding your arm and wrist over your head.

“I loathe you.” You snarl at her, and she smiles and leans in and kisses you. But you don’t let the shock show, and you pull back. And out of her harsh grip. You step back once.

“I love you,” Maya says, and your mouth drops open.

Now that was a shock.

“You told me you could never love anything that wasn’t Valentino. You dumped me, and told me you didn’t want what I want. That you fucked me for power, remember?” Those words echoed in your mind every night. Every morning as you hit the gym for your revenge bod, every glass of wine with friends. Maya’s words hit your temples like a marching band of self-pity and hate.

Maya doesn’t respond to your words, instead, she pushes forward like this is a romantic moment to share. 

“I tried to call you. I went to your house, and you changed the code. I emailed you and it bounced back. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you since the day you quit!” Maya shouts, and people on the lot turn and watch the lesbian drama unfold.

You won’t be manipulated again. 

“You can’t be serious! You were cruel! Why, no, I’m not doing this. I am the head of a studio now. I was your boss before, and that was bad, but now I’ve grown up. I’m Netflix now, not yours, and I’m going on dates again! I don’t need this shit!” You yell back, and Mayas face grows murderous at the idea of you on dates. You turn and walk away, but she’s faster and she grabs your bag. Fishing out your keys and she drops your laptop onto the cement. 

“Hey!” You shout and grab your shit off the floor. 

“No, you aren’t leaving again.” 

You can’t believe this display, only you can. You eye the keys and know she’ll be too quick, you can’t get them. 

“I’m not yours anymore, Maya!”

“You have no idea how wrong you are.”

“I’m your boss!”

“Are you? Interesting coincidence isn’t it? That Continental Studios avoids being bought out by Amazon for subscription service…but we just fall into Netflix’s pretty fingers.” Maya looks down at your hands, and the image of her cock wrapped in them flashes through both your minds. 

You flinched and took a step back again.

“No.” 

This feels beyond dirty. 

“Oh yes baby.”

“You couldn’t do that.” You heard the lie as you said it, Maya could manipulate anything and anyone. She had more power than the whole studio combined. 

“You know me better than anyone what I can do, what I have done.” She reminds you and you remember it. Maya was to be feared. 

You had to think of this in a form of business and strategy. She didn’t want you, she wanted power, and now you had it. 

“So why then? What do you want?” You look over at people who are whispering and pointing. 

“I’m ready now,” Maya states and pockets your keys. 

You are so floored by her words that you don’t process the keys. 

“For a relationship?” You attempt, wondering what her possible angle could be here. Fuck you, keep job security, and maybe more power? It felt too boring for Maya, she didn’t need to get you hired only to play with her own studio. 

Maya smiles and shakes her head, like she’s declaring something life changing. 

“No baby, I’m ready to marry you. I’m ready to have kids. I put my house on the market. We are going to do it.”

You blink, once and then twice. 

“Maya, no. I wanted those things before, I don’t want them now. And never with you, never again!” You yell and don’t care that people see you now. Maya doesn’t care about them and she walks towards you, and you try not to show fear. 

“That doesn’t go away just because of a fight!” She reaches for your face, and you slap her hand away. 

“Maya, it does when you were cruel and dumped me at a work event! Forget it! Find some other warm hole to put your dick in! I’m over it.” You huff and remember your phone has a key fob for your smart car. You pull your bag up your shoulder and practically sprint away from Maya.

Realizing it’s not a good look, head of Netflix Films running on her heels away from ex girlfriend. Fuck it, you needed out. 

You get in your car and get off the lot as fast as possible. You call HR and over the phone work on getting Maya fired.

You wouldn’t work with her. 

You couldn’t. 

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It’s three days later that you have to go visit Matt to talk about how one of his movies is about to lose the green light for Netflix. He reached out to you to talk logistics in person. You are about to put a whole lot of people off a project. So you didn’t know why he wanted to do it in person, but whatever. 

You walk in, and Matt is bickering with Sal. You knock on the door lightly to let them know they aren’t alone. 

“Sorry, hey, hey, Mrs. Mason, you should have told us you were getting married!” Matt exclaims and you feel like you are perhaps having another nightmare, they often went like this. 

“I’m not.”

“Stop that, cats out of the bag! Quinn is gonna beg to be your maid of honor!” Sal teases and laughs with Matt, and you wonder if they’re higher than normal. 

“The fuck are you talking about?” You snap, and both men look confused now at your obvious anger. Giving each other a confused exchange. 

“Maya, she told us and the party tonight…she told us to bring the good boose…oh shit was it a suprise party?” Sal said putting a hand over his mouth like he’d blown a secret. 

You think for a second…

“Is Patty around?” You ask and they both shrug. “Do you mind if we reschedule this?” You try to keep your voice calm. 

“Of course bride to be! Oh my god are you guys getting hitched quickly because of the merge or…oh god are you pregnant!” Matt said, and your left leg gives out, and you grab the wall. They both go to catch you, but you put your hand up. 

“Is Maya in?” You realize she must be here. 

“You love birds, no sex in the office. I mean I guess it’s your studio now..and well you are the boss…And it wouldn’t be the first time that happened on a studio lot.” Matt laughed, and you felt like bugs were crawling all over your body. 

“She’s getting the party ready of course!” Sal answers for you, and you turn and leave, they call out for you to stay for a celebratory drink but you are gone. 

You don’t know where Patty’s office would be anymore, not really standard for a producer to have one. 

You get into your car with your iPhone smart key and go home. There are four giant U-haul trucks in your L.A mansion drive way. 

You are going to puke. 

You punch in your code and the gates open and you park behind one of the giant U-Hauls. You find large men pushing huge expensive furniture into your home, and taking your furniture out and onto one of the other U-Haul’s. 

Quinn and Tyler are directing people on where to put the party supplies. Someone is hanging a huge disco ball and different lighting for the party. A fog machine is doing a little too good of a job and catering pushes past you with huge trays. 

You try to breathe and find you physically can’t. 

Quinn and Tyler wave to you, and you hold up your hand but go up the stairs. You open your bedroom door and find a new bed and a shit ton of boxes. You open three more doors in your upstairs until you find her in the last one at the end of the hall. 

You open it to see Maya talking to a man about paint colors. 

You are about to scream at her until you see someone building a crib.

Maya had turned this room into a nursery. 

Your mouth opens and nothing comes out. 

But Maya see’s you now and turns to greet you. 

“Hey baby! You are home early!” She says, and you gape at her stupidly. 

“Awe, someone’s shocked at the new nursery! Come on baby, let me bring you to the bedroom, and then we can have a tour! I already picked out your dress for tonight!” Maya tells you and directs you out of the nursery as your gaze falls to the seven foot tall stuffed bear next to a rocking chair in the corner. 

She pushes you across the hall back to what was your bedroom at one point, but now smelled of Maya’s expensive perfumes. 

She shut the door and locked it. 

“Maya….what the fuck?” Is all you can say. 

“Welcome home.” She states with something gone in her eyes. 

It’s insanity you realize. 

“You can’t honestly think I’m going to go along with this? You just move your shit into my house and then what? I fall back in love with you? I’m telling all of them, I’m calling fucking Matt and telling him I’m not marrying you! And that you are so fired! And I’m getting a fucking restraining order against you.” Your mind goes to all the things needed to be done at once. 

Maya snorts and then shoves you and you lose your balance and fall onto the bed. 

Maya crawls fast ontop of you and she pins your wrists above your head and you try to buck her off. Until Maya squeezes your wrists super hard and you cry out and stop. 

“How did that work last time? When you tried to fire me? Huh, baby? Do you feel in control now? I moved mountains to get Netflix and the studio together. Now, you are mine. I thought you’d behave and come back, but if you can’t do that. Then I’ll blackmail you until you fall in love with me again.” She says and smiles, her hair falling in your face, and the smell of her is intoxicating. 

“You are crazy.”

“Talk dirty to me baby.”

“Maya, why would I ever go along with this?”

“You want the list? Because over ten thousand people are coming over in six hours to our engagement party, including your boss and Matt’s. Because you’ll have to tell Netflix why the deal fell through if you don’t open your legs for me. Because you’ll lose everything you worked so hard for….or if that isn’t enough. Because I have over seventy home movies of you naked covered in my cum and begging for me. Everytime we fucked in my office, in your office, in my house, in your bathroom..I bugged everything. So… what about a welcome home to your wife?” Maya sweetly grins and you are going to throw up. 

“No, you are bluffing.”

Maya leans in and kisses your nose. 

“You are perfect, I hoped you’d say that.”  Maya gets off of you, and she waits for you to hit her, but your fear of her telling the truth is too strong. 

You lay there terrified, and she reaches over to the remote to your big flat screen across from the bed. She pulls her iphone out of her pocket, turns the tv on, keeps the volume up high, and cast one of your last times making love together. 

You remembered it only in bits, Maya had taken you to dinner and gotten you a bit tipsy first. But you knew you’d said things and done things that night. Because you’d told Maya about your breeding kink, and she’d gone too far into fantasy, and you’d cum so hard. Loving how she took over control and said the worst things. Loving the idea that someone would ruin everything for you. 

God, you’d set this psycho loose. 

You watch the screen as you are in her bedroom, to the house you used to spend all your time. That was now sold you guessed. 

You watch in horror and a secret longing for a simpler time. 

Maya turns it up even louder so you can hear, as she starts stripping out of her designer clothes. You don’t look at her, too stuck on the screen. 

“Maya baby, fuck me please! LET ME CUM!” You begged and opened your legs as Maya feasted on your cunt and then spit on your clit. She fisted her cock and slapped your pussy a few times with it. As if she was marking her territory. 

“Tell me what you want baby?”

“Fuck me Maya!”

“No baby, tell me what you told me before.”

“Maya no…”

Real time Maya laughs at this, and you feel her taking the chain necklace off of her neck. And putting it over your head onto your neck. They were your chains, she held the lock. 

But when you broke up, Maya had taken to wearing them, to show you, you were everything. 

Now you watched the screen, disgusted with yourself. 

Maya fisted her cock with one hand and masturbated to the sight of you watching the little video. 

She reaches forward and slaps you across the face and you moan for her. Letting your tongue stick out and she pushes her fingers inside your throat to gag you, she loves the sound. 

You reach to grab her arm to help her get further, and Maya smirks in enjoyment at how low you’ll go for her. 

“Say it, say what you want. Tell me what you want.” 

“Breed me Maya.”

“You want that huh?”

“So bad.”

“What if I don’t give it to you? How far would you go to have my babies? Would you go off birthcontrol? Would you poke a hole in condoms? Would you spit out my seed and shove it inside your greedy hole? Would you ride my cock in my sleep? How far would you go for me my love?”

You moan and reach down to finger yourself, and Maya slaps your hands away. 

You watch the screen, Maya grabs your breast and squeezes too hard, and you wince and ignore her. Ignore the sound of her balls hitting as she works her cock at the sight. Her fingers comb through your hair like you are a cute thing she’s playing with. 

“Would you incriminate yourself for me? How low would you go? How obsessed would you be?” 

Maya grabs your throat now and squeezes way too hard, and you moan and feel your vision blur. 

“I’ll tell you, since you are too stupid. Too fucked to listen to me. I’d switch your birth control out, I’d fuck you as you sleep and hold your legs to make sure it doesn’t come out. I’d kill for you. I already have.” Maya says and you are too aroused to think of how fucked that all sounds.

“Please..please breed me. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Would you give me things at work?”

You nod and Maya spits on your chest like you are nothing. 

“Would you fire someone for me? Steal for me?”

You nod all you can think is how much you want her inside of you. Your head spins with need and alcohol. 

“Would you do insider trading? Would you let me fuck you in front of studio heads? Would you let me ruin Patty’s reputation to move you into the right position?”

You can’t answer now as her fingers are fucking your throat like you are a toy. Maya is in her element as she belittles you. 

“You wanna be a Mommy?” Maya asks and you nod and she lines her cock to your entrance. “Come on, say it whore.” She moves her fingers out from your throat. 

“I wanna be a Mommy, I want you to be a Mama!” You shout loudly and Maya slaps your face hard. 

“I love this part.” Maya says with a bit of giddiness, and you realize you are actually in Fatal Attraction. This was insane. And yet Maya’s touch didn’t feel foreign in this moment. Which made you even more sick. You must have had sex at least the amount of time she said for the movies. Your body must know her touch. Maya takes a bit of pre-cum from her cock and shoves it into your mouth and you try to fight her hand but she laughs and you taste her all the same. 

“No, if you are the Mommy, I’ll be the Daddy. I’m already your Daddy aren’t I?”

You moan as she pushes her cock further inside of you. 

“Say it, say this pussy belongs to Daddy.”

“Daddy, you own me, it’s all yours, anything you want forever is yours.”

“When you get pregnant, I’m going to fuck you every day. As you swell from my seed. I’ll fuck you until you squirt down your legs and I’ll fuck you some more. I’ll fuck you on Patty’s desk, make you push your milky tits together as I cum on your face and make you wear it to meetings.” Maya told you as she bottomed out inside of you and fucked you harder and harder. Telling you the horrible things she’d do. 

To your horror, Maya is taking off your clothes as you watch it, and you try to fight her off. But she backhands your face and you clutch it. 

She points to the screen and yells in your face.

“Did you not see that? Be a smart business woman, the one I know I fell in love with. Baby, you admitted to insider trading, you admitted to doing anything to get pregnant! You said you’d do anything for me for the studio. Now I have enough to bury you. But I won’t, I’ll marry you and I’ll breed you. And we’ll be the heads of a movie empire. You and me.” Maya says and she brushes her fingers over your hurt cheek. Like an apology. 

“Maya, you loved me once, think this through. This isn’t right.” You try, but Maya takes off your pants and you don’t stop her. 

“I love you, and this is right, feel it, feel how right this is.” Maya grabs your hand and places it over her fully erect leaking cock. “Look at what our home movie does to me baby, fuck your Daddy loves you,” Maya says, and you feel real fear of your ex.

Maya takes your underwear off, and you try to leave your body. 

But as she takes off your nice blouse and admires the lacey bra you can’t ignore the sound of the movie playing. 

You turn to look at it, and Maya leans forward and kisses your neck, keeping you in line to watch. 

You see Maya choking you as she speaks and fucks you. 

“Daddy’s good whore! Fuck yes! Tight cunt is made for Daddy! Say you’ll wear my cum everyday! SAY IT!”

You close your eyes, feeling insulted at how needy and in love with everything she did, and every word she said you were on that video. 

Maya reaches down to your dry cunt and laughs. 

“In the past you would have been so soaked by this. But don’t worry, you will learn to be wet for me again.” 

Maya pushes you down and lifts your knees, and you sneer at her, but she doesn’t care.

She shoves her cock in dry and you scream.

“Don’t worry, between the video of you moaning and this scream. No one will ever question who’s cock you are hungry for. When Matt and Sal come over, I’ll tell them how you begged for me to paint your tits with it before you got in your dress.” Maya started to pant as she shoved her cock deeper inside of you and you screamed and tried to wiggle away but she had you pinned as she held your legs up to get closer. 

“You should have noticed when your birth control went missing. I told you that night what I would do.”

Your eyes open in horror and Maya nods and spits on your face. You flinch and she looks down at where her cock meets your tight cunt over and over.  

“You didn’t even notice me in our home, Daddy was here. You fucking gave me a key, remember. I watched and I changed your meds, this first load will take. But if it doesn’t, that’s ok. I’m going to fuck you every mornig and every night. You can work from home now, don’t worry. I have it all worked out baby. I’ll fuck you so good,” Maya promises and you realize, you are counting. You haven’t taken your birth control in weeks, you hadn’t had sex since…oh fuck. 

Maya was about to make good on her promise. 

The video you screamed as you came. 

“Oh fuck this is my favorite part.” Maya pulls out of you real time and angles you so you are facing the TV. She pushes you onto your hands and knees and she takes you from behind. Pushing into you and you find in horror, that you are getting wet from her cock. Like muscle memory now. 

You watch as Maya slaps your face over and over and you stick your tongue out as she spits on your tongue and holds a vibrator to your clit. You jerk as you cum again and again and she doesn’t let up. 

“What a pretty girl. My little movie star!” Maya says and you hear her voice strain and know she’s about to cum inside. 

“MAYA NO! MAYA, PLEASE DON’T! NOT INSIDE! PLEASE NOT INSIDE!”

“Daddy has to come inside, Mommy, you love it inside, see watch!” Maya grabs your hair and pulls your head back so you have to watch the film of Maya cumming inside of you again as you squirt and squeeze her cock. 

You squeeze around her cock now, and you hate yourself for it. Maya screams your name so everyone downstairs can hear what she is doing, the love you are making. 

She collapses onto of you, her breast and sweaty body pressing against you, and you stare at the video, as it continues. 

“What a coincidence, you squeeze my cum out of my cock just the same now as you did when you loved me,” Maya says as one hand digs under your body to hold your stomach. As if she can feel the life growing inside of you already. And you see the next video start. 

Spooky...If you like..I'll make you a part 2....

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[tocomplainfriend]

Vivziepop is still Transphobic 10 years later!

(I'm writing this as a trans non-binary person btw)

Basically: "Transmen are only depressed females who are ashamed of being women" In other screenshots, she has another pfp, which people already knew she had a Blitz pfp, people thought it was fake cause of the moe pfp. But right here there was proved it was her. Dates match up and all. This is all in 2023!

This is directly from Ken btw, who they were friends with- and worked on Hazbin. Also wrote a most of the fucking pilot and got ""additional writing" credits... plus the Cherry bomb thing too!

"I honestly believe it's incredibly rare, VALID as hell, but rare"

Based on this few messages alone, you should realize her ""acceptance"" of trans-people is selective as fuck. She also NEEDED to state the trans people are rare, so bad here too. I as a trans person, I have always considered this a BIG red flag! Because people who say that are ready to invalidate others on the idea of "trans people are rare, you must not be trans because you don't fit my standard!"

Here she is using She/Her on Ken who uses only They/Them. She already knew Ken as a friend, so the misgendering here is just rotten.

All of this is recent as fuck! Since Hazbin was getting made until 2023! This one below, of Salem, shows xe experienced the same thing during the start of Helluva Boss. (Below there is a link to a threat talking about Viv being terrible to xem!)

Here also seems to be another trans character, from millie's siblings! Designed to be transmasc?

Oh fuck me, never mind! They changed his design to be a cis male imp.

I have already talked about how I personally feel about how Sallie may is treated! Viv treats all trans characters and people terrible, and she has something against transmasc people specially. -And for someone so selectively transphobic, with all of her comments-she is transphobic against Non-binary people! I mean, she already didn't respect the usage of them/they pronouns, so... She can not go around saying this shit of telling queer stories and people who critique me are being homophobic WHEN SHE IS LIKE THIS.

This is older, too! Viv has being transphobic back then and still is! Drawing a caricature of a transman you don't like -like this!?

This is a meme video that Vivziepop did too. This is rotten. People sure can change, but this woman has being transphobic over 10 years, like... I don't know how old is this character but- you can search fan art of this character since 2015...

Again please read:

[fratttymatty]

Debate Clubbed

(All characters are 18+)

“Are we really doing this?” Matt adjusted his glasses, fidgeting with the sleeve of his Star Trek hoodie. “Charlie Kirk? On our campus?”

“He’s a meme with a podcast,” Kayla said, shoving a flyer into his face. “This is performance art.”

“Besides,” added Harry, strutting beside them in platform boots and a jacket that could blind a man in direct sunlight, “where else am I gonna wear this outfit and morally humiliate a pseudo-intellectual at the same time?”

The trio walked into the packed student auditorium at Marigold University. The air was thick with energy drinks, strong opinions, and the unmistakable scent of Mountain Dew and Axe body spray.

On stage, Charlie Kirk stood across from a jittery sophomore named Kyle Tremblay, a poli-sci major who dreamed of podcast stardom but had the charisma of a used napkin.

“I just think we need to stop censoring hat-based discourse,” Kyle said, stumbling. “I mean, why are we afraid of hats?”

A roar of applause. Laughter. Someone hurled a red hat onto the stage with the force of divine irony. Kyle caught it and looked like he’d just won the Super Bowl.

Charlie’s grin widened.

And then, he saw them.

Three queer students, standing like a wall of resistance at the back of the crowd: Matt, Kayla, and Harry.

Charlie tilted his mic down slowly. “You three.”

Silence.

“You came to listen. Let’s see if you can talk. Come join me.”

Matt’s knees nearly gave out. “I don’t want to go up there. I don’t even do public speaking unless it’s a Discord debate.”

Harry didn’t hesitate. “Girl, please. I was born for the stage.”

He strutted down the aisle like it was a runway, to a mix of cheers and snickers. Charlie gestured him up.

“So what’s your name?” Charlie asked.

“Harry,” he said proudly, tossing his braided ponytail over one shoulder. “Black, queer, fabulous. Let’s go, Pinocchio.”

The crowd tensed. Charlie only smiled. “Tell me, Harry. What do you believe in?”

“Freedom. Justice. Equal rights. And brunch. Especially brunch.”

The audience laughed.

Charlie leaned closer. His voice… changed. It wasn’t louder, but it felt like it carried. Deep, smooth, unnaturally calm.

“But what if the freedom you believe in… was just a cage built by people who never wanted you to think for yourself?”

Harry blinked.

Charlie kept going. “What if rebellion was just a marketing campaign? What if the truth has been quietly waiting for you—heavy, simple, real?”

Harry’s jaw tensed. He tried to roll his eyes, but something rippled beneath his skin. Like static. His jacket tightened around him, then shimmered—and shrank into a sleeveless American flag tank top.

“Wha—”

His boots melted away into white Nikes. His skin lightened shade by shade. His jaw squared. His brows thickened. Earrings vanished. Muscles swelled beneath the shirt as though time-lapse weightlifting was happening inside him.

“What… what is this?” he stammered. His voice had dropped an octave.

Charlie stepped back, triumphant. “You’re becoming who you were always meant to be.”

Harry staggered, gripping the podium.

His phone background (a digital collage of RuPaul, Angela Davis, and his dog in a rainbow sweater) flashed… and then changed. A Dodge Charger. American flag overlay. Captioned: “Faith. Freedom. Family.”

“I feel… I feel clear,” he said, stunned.

“Your name?” Charlie asked.

The man standing there thought for a long moment.

“…Axel,” he said finally, voice solid. “Call me Axel.”

A massive cheer broke out from the crowd. One guy threw a protein bar onto the stage like an offering. Axel caught it instinctively, unwrapped it, and started eating without even realizing.

Matt’s mouth hung open. “What the hell just happened?”

Kayla grabbed his arm. “He just got Turning Pointed.”

Matt turned toward her. “We have to stop this.”

Kayla narrowed her eyes. “Then it’s my turn.”

Kayla wasn’t afraid of being hated.

She’d protested outside a Chick-fil-A in a dinosaur onesie just to make a point about corporate fossil fuel donations. She once made a guy cry in her media studies class for calling Brooklyn Nine-Nine “non-political.” Confrontation was her cardio.

But this?

This was something else.

She stood frozen beside Matt, staring at Harry—now Axel—as he posed for a selfie with a group of frat guys who’d once hissed “soy boy” at him across the dining hall.

His tank top gleamed. His hair had conformed to something out of a grooming ad. He was glowing, like someone who had just found Christ or creatine—or both.

“This is so much worse than I expected,” Matt whispered, horrified.

“I got this,” Kayla growled, stepping forward like a soldier heading into war.

Charlie Kirk’s smile widened as she approached. “And you are?”

“Kayla,” she said, crossing her arms. “Lesbian. Feminist. Art major. She/her. And about this close to vomiting.”

The crowd chuckled nervously. Charlie didn’t blink.

“Do you believe you’re free?” he asked.

“More than you’ll ever be,” Kayla shot back. “Because I think critically. Because I question. Because I know who I am.”

Charlie tilted his head. “Do you?”

Kayla opened her mouth, but he kept going.

“What if you’ve mistaken rebellion for identity? What if you’ve been sold a persona—wrapped in defiance, but hollow inside?”

His voice did that thing again. That low-frequency pull, like a political ASMR channel possessed by the spirit of a protein powder salesman.

Kayla’s fists clenched. “You can’t—”

But something shifted. Her combat boots began to morph, the thick leather fading into… white cheer sneakers, clean and spotless. Her cargo pants shimmered, cinched, and shrank into a pink skirt so short it made her flinch.

“No. No no no no—” She tried to step back, but her jacket unzipped itself and puffed into a cropped varsity top, baring her suddenly toned midriff. Her nails glossed. Her hair lightened, curling into golden waves with the bounce of an Instagram reel.

“No, I’m still me,” she whispered.

“Of course,” Charlie said, gently. “Just… a better version.”

The microphone caught her next words, soft and confused:

“Like… what’s even happening right now?”

Matt gasped. Her voice had changed—higher, bubblier, breezier. Her posture relaxed into a casual pop of the hip.

She turned toward the audience and smiled nervously. “Wait, like… did my skirt just get shorter or am I, like, having a Jesus moment or something?”

“Kayla!” Matt cried. “Snap out of it!”

She turned. “Who’s Kayla?” Her brows knit in confusion. “That name’s, like, kinda cringe, no offense.”

She beamed. “I’m Cassie now. Isn’t that, like, way cuter?”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Cassie posed. Somewhere, a ring light appeared. Her phone auto-generated a Reel: 📸 First debate ever lolz 💕 freedom is, like, super empowering 🦅✝️ #FaithNotFeminism

Axel fist-bumped her. “You look great, Cass.”

“OMG, thanks! You, like, totally get it now.”

Matt watched them laughing together like it was a pep rally from hell.

He backed away, panic rising in his throat like soda fizz.

Cassie looked at him, pouting. “Aww, Matty. You’re, like, so pale. You okay, babe?”

Charlie turned to him slowly.

“No need to be afraid, Matt. You’re next.”

Matt’s hands were shaking.

He hadn’t moved since Kayla—no, Cassie now—posed for a selfie in her cheer outfit, flashing a peace sign and a “Jesus saves” tote bag like it had always been part of her personality.

Harry was gone. So was Kayla.

In their place: Axel and Cassie. Popular. Straight. Smiling like everything made sense now.

Matt, meanwhile, felt like a file slowly being deleted while it begged for permission.

He stepped forward slowly, face pale, lips twitching. “I—I didn’t even want to come to this.”

Charlie Kirk’s smile widened. “And yet here you are.”

“I’m not like them,” Matt stammered. “I’m introverted. I’m gay. I can’t do a pull-up. I read footnotes for fun. I think political TikTok is stressful. I cried during the Paddington movie—twice.”

“Of course you did,” Charlie said, stepping forward. “You’ve built your identity around intellect. Around being ‘different.’ Around being safe. But what if that’s not who you are at all?”

Matt’s knees wobbled. “You can’t just—”

“You’re scared because deep down, you know you’ve wanted this,” Charlie said. His voice dropped an octave, now vibrating with that strange, almost physical hum. “To be admired. To be normal. To be free.”

Matt gritted his teeth.

“I like being gay,” he whispered.

Charlie nodded solemnly. “I know. But what if that, too, was just a layer? A costume. What if underneath the niche trivia, the awkward posture, and the musical theatre playlists… there’s someone who’s been waiting to come out?”

Matt’s stomach lurched.

And then—it started.

First, his hoodie began to shift. The fabric thinned and tightened, cinching around growing muscles. Threads pulled inward, morphing into a slim-fit white polo with a tiny American flag embroidered where the NASA patch used to be.

His baggy jeans melted upward, stitching themselves into khaki shorts with a perfect cuff.

His body surged with warmth. Shoulders widened. His posture snapped into something upright, easy, confident. A tan spread over his pale skin like a filter being applied in real time.

“No—no, stop, stop—”

But the transformation had only just begun.

His face sharpened—cheeks hollowing slightly, jaw squaring, chin gaining that effortless cleft you only ever saw in deodorant commercials. His eyebrows thickened. Freckles faded. Lips evened out into that boy-next-door, white-picket-fence smile.

Then came the hair.

His awkward side part unraveled like a ribbon coming loose.

Each strand softened, lifted, fluffed. His flat, greasy mop ballooned into a fluffy, tousled TikTok fringe, full of bounce and volume, curling just slightly at the ends like a boy band sent from above to preach about fiscal responsibility.

Matt staggered forward.

“I—what’s—”

Even his voice was changing. The awkward, nasal tone smoothed into a buttery, athletic baritone—charmingly confident with just a touch of Southern sweetness.

He looked down at his phone. The wallpaper had changed: no more “An Evening with Sondheim” promo. Now it was a blurry gym mirror selfie captioned:

📸 Grind hard, pray harder. 🇺🇸💪✝️ #NoDaysOff #OnlyGodCanJudgeMe

Cassie squealed. “Omg babe, you look, like, so hot now.”

Axel clapped him on the back. “Welcome to the team, man.”

Charlie stepped closer. “What’s your name?”

Matt tried to remember. His last thought of musicals, of arguments in queer film theory class, of staying up late to listen to obscure podcasts—all of it faded, like fog being burned off by a rising sun.

He smiled.

“Ethan,” he said confidently. “I’m Ethan.”

Cassie ran to his side, wrapping her arms around him. He didn’t flinch. He pulled her in like they’d always been dating.

“I feel amazing,” Ethan said. “Like I’m finally… who I was meant to be.”

Charlie turned to the cheering crowd, triumphant.

Three transformed students stood behind him. Popular. Attractive. Straight. Patriotic. Empty of doubt.

“Would you like to say anything?” Charlie asked them.

Ethan stepped forward, Cassie at his side, Axel behind them.

He lifted the mic with perfect poise.

“Yeah,” he said. “Can we get a hat?”

Two weeks later, the campus had adjusted.

The LGBTQ+ student union shut down, citing “lack of interest.” The gender studies bulletin board was mysteriously replaced with a whiteboard that just said “Hustle Harder.” Even the art students had started painting bald eagles and military jets.

And at the center of it all were the three rising stars of Marigold University:

Axel. Cassie. Ethan.

They were everywhere.

On the big screen at the gym. On TikTok, stitching videos of confused-looking sociology majors. In promotional flyers for the new “Faith, Freedom, and Fitness” student org they’d founded—complete with matching logo tank tops.

Ethan adjusted his collar in the mirror of the student union bathroom, running a hand through his fluffy, perfectly tousled fringe.

He tilted his head and gave himself a playful smirk.

“Gotta keep it messy, but, like, intentional,” he muttered, pushing the fringe into a casual swoop that would later receive 12k likes on a thirst trap captioned ‘Sundays are for gains and grace.’

Cassie popped her head into the mirror beside him.

“Babe, your hair’s, like, literal perfection.”

Ethan grinned. “I try.”

“OMG,” she said suddenly, pulling out her phone. “We’re about to hit 200K followers on @FaithFamFlex. Should we do, like, a prayer squat challenge or something?”

Axel entered behind them, protein shake in hand, nodding like a proud older brother. “We’ve got a campus speaking tour to plan. But yeah, we can squeeze in a ‘Jesus & Gym Bros’ segment between leg day and Bible study.”

Ethan fist-bumped him. “God’s gains, bro.”

They walked out into the bright campus quad, where students were already gathering.

A small stage had been erected under a “Live Patriot Panel” banner, sponsored by the Marigold Libertarian Alliance. Charlie Kirk was standing at the podium again, shaking hands, smiling like a shark who just bought a swimming pool.

When he saw the trio, he gestured to the crowd.

“And here they are,” he announced, “the future of this campus. Three students who saw through the noise. Who chose faith, fitness, and freedom.”

The audience erupted.

Cassie blew a kiss to the crowd. “Totes honored, you guys!”

Axel cracked his knuckles and flexed slightly, just enough for the stage lights to catch his biceps.

Ethan stepped forward, took the mic, and smiled with easy confidence.

“Honestly,” he said, his hand drifting up to casually fix his fringe again, “we’re just blessed. Like… I used to be super lost. Overthinking everything. Trying to be special. Now? I just lift, love my country, and keep it simple.”

He turned to the crowd. “You don’t need to be confused anymore. You don’t need to be different to matter. You just need the truth. You need faith. You need freedom.”

“And,” Cassie chimed in, twirling her ponytail, “you need, like… a really cute hat.”

Charlie Kirk nodded, stepping forward. “Which brings us to the real question…”

He reached under the podium again, pulling out three red hats, crisp and folded like relics from some ancient patriotic temple.

He handed one to each of them.

Cassie clutched hers to her chest like it was a bouquet.

Axel put his on backward, naturally.

Ethan flipped his hair one last time, then slid the hat on — perfectly balanced above his TikTok fringe, brim slightly tilted like a conservative teen heartthrob running for Homecoming King.

They turned to face the crowd.

Three red hats. Three megawatt smiles. Three brand-new identities, spotless and streamlined.

A girl in the front row raised her hand timidly.

“Um… can I get a hat too?”

Charlie grinned.

Ethan leaned into the mic.

“Only if you’re ready to become your real self.”

The crowd roared.

Above them, a drone camera hovered, capturing it all for a viral clip that would be titled:

“3 Woke Students TRANSFORM After Charlie Kirk Debate – What Happens Next SHOCKS Campus”

And honestly?

No one was shocked anymore.

[briebysabs]

So the recent alnst comic dropped and put the entire fandom on fire. But I do want to talk mischaracterization and how the alnst fandom has an abundance of it. Every fandom has it to various degrees because fans will always reach their own conclusions, how far it is from the creator’s intent differs from person to person. But alnst fans have such strong takes and everyone is so aggressive in being right. Two fans can have greatly different assumptions of a character. A big part of that I believe is because except for comics that give some context, most of its storytelling is done through visuals and songs.

Those are less concrete mediums. The meaning of a simple hand movement or lyric can be taken in differently from person to person. But I’ve always felt that as long as you understand alnst is not a black and white story, that there are no good or evil human characters you should be able to somewhat put pieces together.

I don’t see how some ppl gathered that Mizi is “the true villain” or smth. Her willful ignorance is definitely a coping mechanism and this adds a lot of complexity to her. And lowkey after sitting on it, some fans do reduce Mizi to a single dimension like Till, that boy, and even Sua. She isn’t a “perfect victim” who is innocent and has no flaws bc that eliminates her humanity. Most of the ppl in her life projected that image onto her so she felt compelled to fit into it. She couldn’t stop Till from having a crush on her even though she rejected him and she couldn’t severe the codependent relationship she had with Sua. Plus all this described to us from Mizi’s POV and given Ivan’s entire deal as a character I don’t think we’re supposed to 100% trust what she’s saying about herself.

In regard to Till, I sympathize with him to an extent. I understand you can’t control who you like and it’s hard to move on. Add that on top of this horrible environment where desiring Mizi might’ve been the few things to keep him going. But I need people to really see the truth: his crush on Mizi was fucking shallow.

He didn’t really know her nor try to. Yes he had this unrequited crush but it is not Mizi’s responsibility to make him better about it. I have been in Mizi’s position multiple times. A guy likes you, you express you’re not interested and they insist that they’ll still want you. The whole time they’re not even close to you and you’re like a prize to them. I’ve been in Mizi’s position and it’s fucking uncomfortable.

She also risked her life returning back to save Till in r7 so I don’t think she was plotting his demise on some villain shit. Mizi still saw Till as her friend I doubt she’s faking those emotions.

Finally it is very essential to remember this series is created by two queer korean women living in SK. And if you know anything of the korean male population, it’s not great. I mean men aren’t in general but in sk it’s like….in the 7th circle of hell. So anyone villainizing Mizi please take a minute to really process her character because she’s probably inspired by their personal experiences.

[girlgerard]

i’ve been thinking a lot about gerard’s character they developed in the last leg of this tour and the way i believe it really solidified what we might have coming for us in the future.

it’s really sweet, if you look in the comments of some of the videos from brisbane and osaka, you can see people who’ve obviously been my chem fans for at least 15 years saying things like ‘i’ve watched every video from this tour and this is the first show where i really saw the spark come back’ and ‘that’s the gerard way i remember’ and other cheesy shit like that. and the thing is they’re totally right!

this whole tour developed more fluidly in intensity and meaning than in any of their previous gigs. mcr has always been a band to change with their time and creative drive, but this was a different type of transition to me. you could see as characters started to be built, from gerard DIY’ing his own costumes in europe to increasingly meaningful outfits with whole backstories in the USA all the way to one consistent character with a uniquely terrifying stage presence in the last leg.

that last character, at least to me, is totally gripping. she’s unexplained, she’s scary as hell, she’s near-undead, she has this commanding presence gerard hasn’t really done since early-mid black parade. in every single performance they’re so in-character and it’s such a BLAST

importantly, this character also showed up in the shortest, least-publicized part of the tour. imo she wasn’t meant for cameras, really.

to me it’s so clear that she’s a result of gerard earnestly solidifying where they might want their next artistic endeavors to go - that kind of serious direction, maybe even that character specifically.

he’s talked about how he always has stage characters that reflect his music and, broadly, things they’re working through in their life. the revenge stage character was a mix of both demo lovers which can have a ton of different interpretations, the patient was a joan-esque personification of grief and existentialism, party poison was a pop-art way of dealing with your own artistic/literal death. it makes me wonder why this character, the only truly consistent character this whole tour, came about, and if it’s related to gerard’s nightly diatribes on war and later-tour statements on (presumably) queer/trans rights.

it also makes me think that we have a lot coming in the future. a character that solid and a direction so suddenly bottlenecked into such a specific concept, such a mychemicalromance concept, especially out of a tour that was originally supposed to be a casual celebration of music, i think points towards something new.

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

When you bring up the lack of attraction that Mike demonstrates towards women, the Milkvans of reddit will say shit like, "Mike is Elsexual," "Mike chose El from the very beginning," "Mike loved El from the moment he saw her" etc. etc. and I just have to laugh bc even Mike himself says that this isn't true lmfao. "It wasn't fate. It wasn't destiny. It was simple dumb luck."

The difference between Mike's relationship with El and his relationship with Will is CHOICE. Mike chose alright, and he chose WILL and continues to choose Will again and again. What makes Mike and El's relationship special is that Mike didn't choose El. El showed up at his doorstep at a time when she was vulnerable and endangered, and Mike took her in and loved and accepted her unconditionally. Will, on the other hand, didn't stumble into Mike's life. From the very beginning, he was hand-picked: "So I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes. It was the best thing I've ever done."

There has yet to be a time in the series when Mike chooses El over Will for more than a temporary amount of time. In s1, Mike cares for El, but his priority is always finding Will, even to the point at which he is willing to defame El and decimate his relationship with her when he believes her to be responsible for bad things happening to Will. In s2, Mike is always at Will's side, even sleeping next to him and constantly wanting to protect Will from the harm others are trying to cause him. In s3, Max says that Mike will "come crawling back" to El after the fight, but Mike actually ends up ignoring his conflict with El so that he can go apologize to and mend his relationship with Will. Similar thing happens in s4. He seems to "choose" El initially in Lenora, but he spends the rest of the season rekindling and nurturing his relationship with Will. Will Will Will. It's always been Will for him and it will always be Will.

Milkvans really have an easier time believing that Mike is a heterosexual boy who magically, whimsically, mysteriously is only attracted to one girl he met when he was twelve years old than that he MIGHT be not be 100% straight. It's bizarre bc what they're proposing would be so much more unusual than Mike just being queer. Like, us Bylers, we believe that Mike is in love with Will, but we don't deny Mike his sexuality and pretend that he's only ever been allowed to feel attraction for Will lmao. Take one look at that boy in s4 and it's so easy to tell that he is a gay disaster who likes putting posters of muscly men on his walls and watching men get sweaty and wrestle each other. That little shit is GAYYYYY as hell, in love with Will or not. But you expect me to believe that Mike is a HETEROSEXUAL boy who does not experience any feelings or attraction to any girl besides El??? Now THAT would be infinitely more of a stretch and more unusual than Mike just being gay or bi. Allo cisheterosexual men aren't exactly known for displaying a lack of attraction or horniness towards women. Even if El WERE the only person Mike ever experiences attraction towards, it would be a stretch atp to call Mike allo and cishet. He'd be ace-spec or demisexual and probably still roped into the queer umbrella lmao. But that's a narrative that the Milkvans are equally uncomfortable with bc they'd rather leap over the moon to conjecture that Mike, against all odds, logic, evidence, and reasoning, is an allo cisheterosexual man than admit that he is queer. Make it make sense.

But by all means, if y'all redditors want to push the ace-spec Mike agenda, please do so, I will support it. But something tells me that's not quite the case and that you'd rather live in this fantasy world where your perfectly good, perfectly allo cishet, perfectly conforming version of Mike Wheeler is exclusively, only attracted to El Hopper. In reality, Mike doesn't choose El and never did. He chooses and is demonstrably attracted to Will throughout the entire show.

[ptej1980]

A theory….

One that you may not believe but if you are here on my blog you may find it plausible.

I have never really written about it on here choosing for you to make up your own my mind as I have from reading about it on other blogs but some of the Jakholes comments made me cranky on his post yesterday.

From his friends they were supportive as always the LGBTQI+ community coming out in force to support a queer film about trans rights which Nic is a supporter, has a charity and advocate of. Which is another reason why she reposted.

They were coming on to his post calling him Daddy. Cmon FFS 🤦‍♀️

Ok….so the subject of BN. If you are not on board with it. Then my blog is not for you. If you have not picked up on the signs then possibly again my blog is not for you.

I borrowed this from another blog so thank you. I am not sure she would like to be tagged so wont.

Pic 1- Mar. Pic -Jan.

Make it, make sense, um there is only one explanation. You could previously possibly explain it away with sinching. But pic one she is not, she is in jeans and a shirt, looking cute as hell. There are other examples but not going to go into it.

Now for the theory it has me thinking…..

People Mag for the last two articles, one about Nic and JD and the most recent about Luke and A have both mentioned each other and both mentioned a time line of “MAY” of People magazine breaking a story of Just Friends. When we all know it was in the SAGs interview in Jan.

What is 9 months from May….February. When did Nics body change significantly…between January and March. Who was with Nic in May and where were they?

I think People mag know exactly what’s going on…that when the time comes they will be the ones breaking the story. Remember just a theory.

But again if you do not agree there is an unfollow button a block button ect.

Everything comes in time we just have to be patient.

[scientia-rex]

I got home from work today sneezing my head off with a right eye that won’t stop watering, took a hot shower, climbed into bed, and I haven’t climbed out since. I’m grumpy and I have a headache and if I’m not testing positive for COVID or debilitated by symptoms tomorrow I’ll still need to go to work because that’s twenty patient visits that would need to be rescheduled, usually with someone else, and that’s twenty people I’m letting down. Today I did one of my patented 45-second Pap smears (if it takes longer than that, your doctor needs to get better!) for someone with vaginal atrophy from menopause (it is both very common and very treatable) and she was in disbelief. (This time it was more like 30 seconds.) I saw a suicidally depressed patient who’s clinging to life with both hands and I changed their meds last week and I am not making them wait to see me. I cleaned a wound no one else gave a shit about and I saw a bitter pissy Republican Party bigwig who has terrible anxiety and depression she doesn’t tell anyone about, who’s alienated everyone but who I can still convince to try treatment.

I do my job on hard mode on purpose. I like being important—who doesn’t? I like being legendary, I like that when people move to town and ask for doctor recommendations on Facebook so many people mention me that other patients feel compelled to tell me about it. I got nominated for best doctor in our local region last year. (I didn’t win, out of 5 nominees.) But when I’m sick, when I’m the kind of sick that can be hidden easily, the kind of sick I was always expected to go to school and rotations and residency with, it’s so hard. I hate exposing patients, even to a cold, but the benefits of receiving care are probably enough to outweigh the chance of transmission. I wrestle with myself: if I call in, it starts a ripple effect. Can they get a per diem from their “pool” (of three) to come in? Can they reschedule my patients with me? I don’t have any open spots for five weeks. Can they open same days? None available for three weeks. Can they open blocked spots? That’s going to make my life hell when I come back from being sick. That’s clinic staff calling twenty patients, trying to reach them. That’s twenty patients who feel abandoned. They can know intellectually that doctors get sick too, but they don’t believe it. They take it personally. I have seen this over and over again, until I had to believe it.

It is so EASY for people who don’t do this job to tell me how I’m doing it wrong. “Just stay home!” Oh, okay, you want to tell the person whose chronic opioids I’m supposed to write for that I can’t? You want to put the nurses through getting the on-call to write a bridge prescription? I write more ADHD meds than most of my peers—usually a lot more. You want to tell my colleagues to write meds they’re uncomfortable with? How about tell my suicidal patients (which is a lot of them!) that the provider they know and trust after months or years will be replaced today by a 70-year-old white man who still thinks they should pull themselves up by their bootstraps? Tell my queer patients that they have to wait until I’m better and back to get their hormones and their STI screenings, reschedule a Pap someone was dreading. Every day is a kaleidoscope of opportunities to make a real connection with “difficult” patients. I’m good at it. I may be the best at it at my clinic.

I don’t hate calling in sick just because the clinic manager is a judgy bitch, though that doesn’t help. I hate it because of what it does to my patients. And it’s not simple. Pretending it is does all of us a disservice. I am not a widget. I am not easily replaceable. You can’t plug any of our per diems (all men, 2/3 white, 2/3 old, 1/3 a Bitcoin bro) into my place and call it an equivalent, and my schedule is already so packed that if I call in sick, patients will be guilt-tripping me about it for months. I’m not kidding. That happens every single time.

Christ alive, I wish it was true that doctors never got sick.

[star-41306]

Ceilings (pt.1 here)

'Okay, it’s over. You need to stop thinking of him. Clearly romance is completely off the table for you anyways.'

Ceilings, plaster, Can't you just make it move faster? Lovely to be sitting here with you You're kinda cute, but it's..

I quickly make my way down the stairs, hoping he won’t see me. Of course, as I turn the corner, there he is, furrowed brows scrutinizing me. I try to catch my breath so as to not be suspicious. He just stares harder, waiting for something. I give him what I think he wants.

“Uh-um, who was that?” I ask, now winded from anxiety. ‘Nice job Will, not suspicious at all”

“Just my mom. Said she’d be home in an hour.” He’s still staring me down. Then accusingly, “Where were you going?”

I glance at the floor quickly, ‘Think, Will’

“Um, my mom, she said, uh, to be home around now. I’ve gotta get going” I finally force out.

He continues to stare, studying me like an anomaly. He looks almost dangerous. ‘I need to leave. Now.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you.” he says apprehensively. ‘Finally.’

I turn away from him, grabbing my bag from the floor next to the front door. As I start to feel safe, Chance speaks up.

“And Byers? Don’t tell anyone about today. They won’t believe you anyways.” The words flow like steel. Cold, hard, and final.

Raining, harder, My shoes are now full of water Lovely to be rained on with you It's kinda cute, but it's..

“W- wasn’t planning on it.” I stammer out. At long last, I pass through the threshold. The fresh Spring air feels nice on my lungs, smoothing out my nervous breaths. ‘Is that why he was acting so weird? He thought I’d out him?’

Shaking my head, I make my way around the side of the house to where I put my bike. Something about Chance not wanting ‘anyone to see,’ or whatever. ‘This was such a mistake. Chance, one of the most popular guys at Hawkins High, afraid of me outing him? When I'm already the town queer? Yeah, right.’

I mount my bike and head out of the neighborhood. The uneasy feeling comes back while I listen to the sound of tires against pavement. I can’t help my thoughts from wondering. Thoughts of what happened, thoughts of what might happen, but mostly, thoughts of Mike.

His slim frame shadowed by his protective nature. The way he takes care of everyone in the party. His kindness accompanied with slight pettiness. Imperfectly perfect.  ‘Mike wouldn’t hide me. Hell, he’d force me into his car and take me home himself.’

Mike and his new car. He got his permit right after his 16th birthday, and then 6 months later got his license. Of course, with the Wheeler's middle-class status, that came with a new car. Mike was always trying to find excuses to drive me around.

So short, Then you're driving me home And I don't wanna leave But I have to go.. You kiss me in your car, And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before, Before..

I bike up my driveway, slowing to a stop as I near the porch. Letting out a sigh, I park my bike next to the porch, then make my way inside. Closing the door behind me, my shoulders sink as the melancholy sets in. “Okay, it’s over. You need to stop thinking of him. Clearly romance is completely off the table for you anyways”

But as I find my bed and sink onto the sheets, staring at the ceiling, I think of what has been. Shared looks, a protective arm on my shoulders, consoling each other in our worst times. ‘He doesn’t see it that way Will’

Touch me like nobody else does, Lovely to just lay here with you.. You're kinda cute, and I would say all of this, But I don't wanna ruin the moment Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

Regardless, I think of what it would feel like to actually be with Mike. It wouldn’t be like Chance and I. No predatory smiles always asking for more. Only beaming looks and sweet whispers of our plans for the future. We would look into each other's eyes and find the secrets of the universe. 

But it's over Then you're driving me home, And it kinda comes out As I get up to go You kiss me in your car, And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

‘But that's not the truth. It’s not the reality’ I tell myself.

But it's not real And you don't exist And I can't recall the last time I was kissed It hits me in the car And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before Before-

Suddenly a static voice from my walkie juts out, “Will, do you copy? Over” 

I quickly pick myself up from my bed, striding to my desk where I last used my walkie.

“Mike? What’s up? Over” 

“You wanna come over to my place and hangout? I can pick you up. Over.”

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AN: okay, I'm thinking once I get all the parts out, I'm going to upload the full thing to Ao3. Every part will be based on a Lizzy McAlpine song, this one being Ceilings.

I'm probably going to write a short prequel chapter of how Will ended up being invited to Chance house, but I'm unsure of the order I'm going to write it. The prequel will most likely be the next part because I feel pt.3 or pt.4 will need some background information.

Thank you for the love!! This full thing will officially be named "Pushing it Down and Praying" or PITAP, and you can find all the parts by looking it up under that tag on my profile.

Thank you for all the support! Tags: @udkmehahaha @ode-to-berlermo

[bookcub]

Chappell Roan Book Rec

like many other, I am currently obsessed with The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess so here are a few book recs based on the songs!!

(you can message me for questions about content warnings!)

Femininomon

A Guest in the House by E. M. Carroll (horror graphic novel)

What happens when you marry a mediocre liar and there's a ghost you are definitely attracted to in the house (that might be his dead wife)?

Relevant lyric: Stuck in the suburbs, you're folding his laundry/Got what you wanted so stop feeling sorry

Bonus Rec: Romancing the Inventor by Gail Carriger (adult steampunk romance)

Red Wine Supernova

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Karelia Stenz-Waters (adult romance)

Imagine inheriting a sex toy shop with a enchanting stranger who you feel incredibly connected to. . .

Relevant lyric: I heard you like magic/I got a wand and a rabbit

Bonus Rec: Sunstone by Stjepan Šejić (adult romance graphic novel)

After Midnight

Ash by Malinda Lo (YA fantasy)

I had to choose a queer Cinderella for this one, especially one whose mother warns her away from the forest at night.

Relevant lyric: This is what I wanted, this is what I like/I've been a good, good girl for a long time now

Bonus Rec: A Restless Truth by Freya Marske (adult historical fantasy, sequel)

Coffee

The Witch's Heart by Genevieve Gornichec (adult fantasy)

When your ex is the trickster god Loki and you have prophetic futures, you know you can never just have coffee.

Relevant lyric: Here come the excuses that fuel the illusions/But I'd rather feel something than nothing at all,

Bonus Rec: Seven Days in June by Tia Williams (adult contemporary)

Casual

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi (adult gothic)

Remember that toxic homoerotic best friend you had a child? Who believed in magic and was also the most manipulative person you've ever met? It never was a casual relationship, was it?

Relevant lyric: Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

Bonus Rec: Ben and Beatriz by Katalina Gamarra (adult romance)

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

A Spindle Splintered/A Mirror Mended by Alix E. Harrow (adult fantasy)

Entering the fairy tale multiverse always leads to the strangest (and funnest) relationships (platonic and romantic) of your life.

Relevant lyrics: We're leaving the planet and you can't come

Bonus Rec: Cash Degado is Living the Dream by Tehlor Kay Mejia (adult contemporary)

HOT TO GO!

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich by Deya Muniz (graphic novel)

What if I dressed up as a count to inherit my father's fortune and you were a princess and we both liked grilled cheese???

Relevant lyric: I could be the one, or your new addiction/ It's all in my head but I want non-fiction

Bonus Rec: Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

My Kink is Karma

Mrs. Martin's Incomparable Adventure by Courtney Milan (adult historical romance)

She said, let's destroy my terrible nephew's life, and how could you say no to such a romantic proposal?

Relevant lyric: Wishing you the best, in the worst way

Bonus Rec: Girl Serpent Thorn by Melissa Bashardoust (YA fantasy)

Picture You

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall (adult historical romance)

Oops, I faked my death and reinvented myself and you were way more distraught than I thought you would be. . .

Relevant lyric: Do you picture me like I picture you?/Am I in the frame from your point of view?

Kaleidoscope

The Scapegracers by H. A. Clarke (YA urban fantasy)

What if we formed a coven and what if we were all a little in love with each other?

Relevant lyric: And love is a kaleidoscope/How it works we'll never know

Bonus Rec: The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe (YA thriller)

Pink Pony Club

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang (graphic novel)

He was a drag queen, she was a seamstress, can I make it anymore obvious?

Relevant Lyric: And I heard that there's a special place/Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

Bonus Rec: Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo (YA historical)

Naked in Manhattan

Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail by Ashley Herring Blake (adult romance)

Isn't it romantic, designing a house with someone with your entirely opposite tastes?

Relevant lyric: Boys suck and girls I've never tried

Bonus Rec: Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust (YA fantasy)

California

Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers (adult contemporary)

If a PhD can't save you, maybe a drunken marriage in Vegas can?

Relevant lyric: Cause I was never told that I wasn't gonna get/The things I want the most

Guilty Pleasure

Something to Talk About by Meryl Wilsner (adult romance)

Fake dating your boss? 0/10 recommended. . . right?

Relevant lyric: I want this like a cigarette/Can we drag it out and never quit?

Bonus Rec: That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon by Kimberly Lemming (adult fantasy romance)

Bonus:

Good Luck, Babe

Sorry, Bro by Taleen Voskuni (adult contemporary)

Relevant lyric: You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Ophelia After All by Racquel Marie (YA contemporary)

[maxdibert]

the "x character is widely agreed to be z ethnicity" is so funny. well, I don't agree. So what now? I personally hate the hc of Mulciber being black (the one thing we know about him is that he was good at the Imperius curse and attacked a girl...? uhhh sounds about white, thanks). that's the problem with a fanon. No one is ever going to believe the exact same made stuff that you do, live with it, guys

also, it's just blatantly clear whenever you're just making up ethnicity HCs to "spice up" your story or gain points for being progressive without having to put in the work or do any research. James Potter is desi in half these fics and it rarely means anything for him, his family or how he sees the world - being a different ethnicity apparently just means having foreign terms of endearment and eating food that's a lil different to these people

I also find it incredibly problematic that, to them, the only social issue worth calling out is racism. I mean, they’ve spent an entire day making misogynistic comments and insults, verbally attacking people, falsely accusing someone of a serious crime, justifying abuse and bullying, justifying classism. Oh… but that’s fine, those are "minor" issues. I don’t think they understand that not all of us live in the United States and that race isn’t always the central issue everywhere. Social problems vary widely from one cultural context to another, and different communities prioritize different struggles. Honestly, I’m horrified by how classist these people are, or by the number of misogynistic expressions and comments they constantly use, and yet they go out of their way to justify and legitimize that way of speaking and thinking. They literally justify it. And then they have the audacity to come here and call other people racist just because someone doesn’t have the same headcanon for a character as they do? Do they not see how incredibly cynical, hypocritical, and insulting that is?

This girl @Vulcajes even had the absolute nerve to once tell me that she wasn’t privileged because both of her parents are teachers. I mean, if both of your parents are teachers, you are absolutely privileged, for fuck’s sake. Your parents both went to university and have decent jobs, what the hell are you talking about? And then, of course, she gets scandalized over what? The fact that back in my day a character was commonly headcanoned as white and that’s the image I have? Clearly this girl and her friends -all of whom go around acting like social justice warriors- are just a bunch of clueless people who need to tell themselves that headcanoning characters as queer or non-white is some kind of blow against J.K. Rowling because they can’t cope with the cognitive dissonance of being in a fandom created by an author they supposedly hate. But that doesn’t justify being awful human beings, no matter how old they are. And it definitely doesn’t justify committing acts of defamation.

[cdyssey]

“You Shall Remember” (4.05) Live Reactions:

fuckign baby billy snorting the line of coke clandestinely placed under his placard and then shortening teen jesus to teenjus made me laugh so goddamn hard AKSKDNSNS.

everyone should be watching the righteous gemstones because where the hell else are you going to find another show where walton goggins plays a conniving old grifter who unironically calls himself uncle baby billy and water skis in the nude

the simkins being foils of the gemstones was played to dark effect in the scene with the simkin brothers. jesse, judy, and kelvin may bicker and fight and reinvent the entirety of the english language to insult each other all the time, but god, how they fundamentally love each other, and that’s the difference.

lori’s definitely fucked up in some way or another. the questions are why, to what extent, and will that ultimately alienate her from the gemstones or affirm her as part of THEIR fucked up fold?

I really hope baby billy gets his comeuppance for how he’s been treating Sola, omfg.

glad they returned to the BJ and judy plot this ep. Last week briefly and mostly comedically shaded BJ’s depression and frustration about his health, but the bathroom scene re-grounded the storyline in a beautiful acting showcase by tim baltz and edi patterson. their whole paradigm has so abruptly shifted. now it’s BJ’s turn to loathe himself so much that he takes it out on everyone else, and now it’s Judy’s turn to be the attentive and devoted spouse—role reversals neither of them know exactly how to compute with yet.

also, LOVED that Amber and Judy scene!!! It was so tender and vulnerable and ridiculous all at once just like the best TRG scenes are. 🥹

of course judy gemstone would use a service monkey to fetch her a white claw skakdjnsjdnsjs

OOOH, Lori as a possible black widow?

“I got it. Use the ‘J’ from Jesus. You shorten ‘teen.’ You call him Jean.” jean christ, I love this show

ALSO, love the siblings’ outfits in this scene!!!!!! the costume coordination is so good on this show. It’s fun when they dress alike when they’re a united front

“The lies, the shit attitudes, the manipulations—enough!” The kids overplayed their hands about Lori, especially at the lake house. And now that they have actual red flags, Eli doesn’t believe them.

Every time they say the phrase Top Christ Following Man, I gain another year of life.

Oh, god, these blows in the Kelvin vs. Jesse/Judy fight are BRUTAL. The below the belt deep cuts that only siblings can make. San Francisco was clearly a trigger for Kelvin in a way that we’ll probably be learning about soon.

“And you. Daddy doesn’t even think about you. Why waste the time?” GOD, that’s, like, one of her worst insecurities!!

NOT THEM CALLING TEEN JESUS TEENJUS IN THE ACTUAL SCRIPT SKSKDKJSJSOW

The way Kelvin so visibly and audibly deflated after Vance’s homophobic rebuttal was just fucking devastating. And it’s a reminder of why Kelvin has been in the closet for so long and the incisive damage that such fundamentalist bullshit has on queer people’s lives.

and I really appreciated that despite all his jealousy towards Kelvin being nominated for the award, Jesse did not look pleased to see his brother humiliated like that. Because it will ALWAYS go back to the gemstone siblings genuinely loving each other.

awww, this Judy and bj scene is so swee—IS THE MONKEY JEALOUS ASJJQKWJDISKSISIAKSJSJ?!!!?/?-!!/!/

love the end stinger. Megan Mullally is so good in this—the tears in her eyes, the trepidation she evokes, the mystery that surrounds her. Regardless of where her character ends up at the end of the season, she has fit into the world of trg so beautifully.

[amalthea-13]

The Stella Dilemma

Introduction

Hello all, it is I, the Ultimate Stolas Kin and Stan, Amalthea! Welcome back to another episode of me torturing myself!

Okay, okay, I'm being dramatic. I am currently unwell due to a headache but LORD do I gotta talk about this with someone. So come along all.

To anyone who likes or enjoys Stella as a character I ain't got beef with you. Despite my aversion to her character, I consider her pretty interesting.

Don't get it twisted though, I am committed to my man lol.

However, I noticed some discourse regarding Stella. I will be keeping GIFs to a minimum. My headache can't handle all the movement and flashing.

There are 2 parts to this discourse and I will be tackling both sides.

Part 1: Stella and her Poor Writing

Part 2: Stolas Stans and Their Aggression

I know many of you are confused why I am even picking up this argument, but I genuinely want to give both sides the benefit of the doubt and a sense of "middle ground" for more constructive conversations in the future.

Both Stella Fans and Stolas Fans are prickly things and it genuinely is because of simple things that can be cleared up with an unbiased perspective.

While I will always protect and defend Stolas along with fans like myself. I do have a lot of mercy for Stella fans since well my best pal is one lol. We've had a lot of conversations regarding Stella and despite disagreements I have a more nuanced take on Stella due to that fact. Anyway lets dive into this essay!!!

Stella and her Poor Writing

When it comes to Stella's writing there are many, many issues due to the fact the narrative is so focused on Stolas and Blitz.

It is similar to well- Steven Universe! One of the biggest issues Steven Universe suffered from was the fact the gems didn't develop unless Steven was in the room to witness it.

Stella is only relevant when Stolas or Blitz are involved and therefore it makes it hard for us to learn anything about her, but the two most important things being her background and motives. One reason I believe Stella is an aggressive person toward Stolas is because she is angry the men around her have so much control over her life. (This is speculation and headcanon so take it with a grain of salt.)

The big issue with Stella is she is purely a "big bad" and we have no reason as to why she is so terrible. Sure she is rich, but so is Vassago, Bee, and Asmodeus. So why is Stella in particular the way she is.

However, as a Stolas Stan the biggest issue many of us have is that- when discussing Stella's issues as a character, for some reason Stolas has to be dragged down somehow.

*sigh*

I don't understand why this phenomenon is so common, but the minute Stolas is brought up in the same sentence as Stella all hell breaks loose. Stella Fans become angry because they feel like she was robbed in some way. Stolas Stans become prickly because she is an abuser and anything that isn't condemnation is immediately read as excuses for her behavior.

It is a lose-lose battle either way. Therefore, we need to stop having Stolas conversations in tandem with Stella. We can dislike her and have disdain for her while also acknowledging there are major, major plot issues regarding Stella.

There is a major disconnect between the things she does and the reasoning behind it and that alone should be enough. When discussing female characters, even mean ones, we need to be open to the possibility that there is room for improvement writing wise.

Stolas Fans and Their Aggression

Before anyone get's mad at me for bringing this up. I want you all to go double check the required reading of my blog and remember, I am that bitch when it comes to defending Stolas, but as an AFAB person I have the capacity to care about queer and gay men, while also acknowledging the issues with Stella's writing.

I can have capacity for both.

Moving on, Stolas Fans are normally abuse victims in some way. Regardless of the abuse they're usually chronic people pleasers that struggle with feelings of loneliness and isolation. They want genuine connections in life and can't have it due to how their trauma effects them.

How do I know? Well I am a Stolas Stan and Kin for a reason.

Moving on. Speaking to my community from a very genuine and loving place-

Ya'll gotta let people discuss Stella without taking it as a slight against Stolas. While I may be the posterchild for shit-talking Stella, it doesn't mean we can't have chill discussions about where the Hellaverse Squad can improve in her writing.

Not every Stella Fan or Critic is an abuse apologist. A lot of them simply want to see abuse more accurately portrayed in Hellaverse and I can get behind that 100%! However, the only time I push back against them as we saw the other night is when they try to suggest Stolas is somehow an abuser or self victimizing.

The only time you all should be pushing back is if they're stating false rhetoric or things that cannot be backed up by canon. That's it.

Conclusion

At the end of the night both sides have their issues. Hell, I even have areas to improve myself, but remember the block button fucking exists people. If a conversation is to triggering or frustrating, just block atp.

I apologize for how short this essay is, but work really killed me today. Love you all!

Askbox is open!! I will answer!

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[alexihollis]

Jealousy the Funny Disease (pt. 1)

*someone said something about a polycule and it grew in my brain*

There was a time where Rembrandt truly did believe that Ajax would figure it out. It being the obvious attraction Ajax had to Swan. Swan's attraction to Ajax. Rembrandt's attraction to Swan and Swan's attraction to Rembrandt that often involved Swan panicking if she so much as accidentally brushed the back of her hand against Rembrandt's. She thought that, once Ajax figured it out, maybe had a minor freak out about it, preferably chose to not fight Swan about said panic, maybe they could bring Swan into their relationship. Maybe it wouldn't be forever, but...Rembrandt thought it could be nice. At least for a little while.

They got close, in a way. There were many nights spent, just the three of them in the night, Swan and Ajax watching Rembrandt's back as she tagged. Swan might have flinched away from physical affection, but she always listened when Rembrandt went on her tangents and offered her quiet insights. She even went to the art museums with Rembrandt, which even Ajax found difficult, as much as she tried for Rembrandt. They went out to the queer bars and Swan hung around the walls, watching until it was time to go home. And despite the fact that Ajax was willing to wingman pretty much anyone, she never tried to find Swan a girl, not once. So. Rembrandt hoped. She hoped the little thing that existed between the three of them might grow.

Except Ajax never did figure it out. Swan became Cleon's number two and the closest her and Ajax came to talking about their mutual feelings was when they were pummeling each other. And Rembrandt never said anything, because she was painfully aware how badly this could go. How quickly Ajax would sacrifice herself if she thought it would make Rembrandt happy and that was simply not allowed.

Then came the night from Hell and, suddenly, Swan had a girlfriend for the first time. It hurt, a bit. To see Swan and Mercy so happy while Rembrandt stressed over Ajax getting out.

Ajax got out, though, sooner than anyone imagined and also too long - two months.

"Did she even go through initiation?" Ajax grumbled, brow lowered as she all but glared across Cleon's living room at where Mercy and Swan were curled up on the couch. Swan read a book and Mercy pretended to read the same book, but spent much more time slowly finger-combing Swan's hair.

"She did more than enough, be nice," Rembrandt chided, nudging Ajax's shoulder with her own where they leant against the wall.

Ajax's jaw flexed, but she didn't say anything. Well. She didn't say anything, then, and she didn't say anything specific.

"Her jokes aren't that funny," Ajax muttered under her breath later that night when Swan was laughing at something Mercy said.

It caught Rembrandt completely off-guard and all she could do was side-eye Ajax.

"Why the fuck doesn't she just wear her own colors?" Ajax grouched a couple of days later when Swan and Mercy were play fighting over Swan's colors, currently on Mercy's back.

Rembrandt looked down at her vest. Then at Ajax, "I stole your original vest."

Ajax gritted her teeth. "That's different."

"We were initiated at the same time."

"It's. Different." Rembrandt did not push it farther.

She thought it was cute, how Mercy stole Swan's colors. A traitorous thought occurred that it would be really cute if she stole Swan's and then Swan stole Ajax's. Then, Mercy and Rembrandt could watch Swan and Ajax fight over- Nope. Not going there, no, bad brain, baaaad brain, there is a snowball's chance in hell at this point.

"I can't believe Cleon sent them out alone," Ajax griped and, at this point, it had been two weeks of this nonsense and Rembrandt was losing her mind a little bit.

"Uh-huh," was Rembrandt's only response from her and Ajax's bed, sketching in her sketchbook while Ajax got ready for bed.

"She always sends Swan and me," Ajax continued. "Swan and I have each other's backs for gigs like that."

"They're still in Brooklyn."

"Swan's a good fighter, she can take me, but she isn't intimidating," Ajax said. "And neither is Mercy! Cleon's asking for them to get jumped!"

"Oh, my God, will you just admit you're jealous?!" Rembrandt exclaimed, looking up at Ajax exasperated.

"I'm not jealous!" Ajax retorted. Then, after a moment, more forcefully, "I'm not jealous! Why would I be jealous?"

Rembrandt groaned, rolled her eyes. "Never mind."

But Ajax was not finished. "Why would I be jealous? Just because Swan barely talks to me anymore. And now Cleon's sending Mercy out instead of me. I'm not jealous. I don't care that Swan thinks Mercy's funny. Or that Mercy's pretty in that soft, girly way. I don't want to be like that. You're pretty like that, though, so I do think it's kind of bullshit, because Swan should have noticed. And Swan needs other things, too. Swan's always taking care of everyone else and she never puts herself first, ever. Ever. She just met Mercy, there's no way that Mercy knows that Swan does that, so what if she lets Swan do that all the time. Not to mention, Swan never hangs out with us anymore! It's always, 'I'm going out with Mercy' or 'Mercy and I are doing-Oh."

Ajax turned to Rembrandt with wide-eyes. "Am I jealous of Mercy?!"

"Yes. Yes, you are, thank you for finally catching up, you have been driving me crazy for weeks," Rembrandt grumbled as she tried to return to her sketchbook.

"But- I-"

Rembrandt finally took pity on Ajax. "We both liked Swan. Swan liked us. Neither of you figured it out enough to talk about it and now we're here." Then, because Rembrandt knew where Ajax was going to go with this, "Ajax, she really likes Mercy."

"But," Ajax's nose crinkled, the way it did when she was faced with a difficult problem. "Were we dating?"

"No," Rembrandt sighed. "No. Dating implies actual understanding. We were...doing something. I don't know, but...No. It is what it is."

"I don't like that."

"I know. But do you really want to mess this up for her? She's the happiest I've seen her in a long time."

It should have been easy, to watch someone you cared deeply for be happy. Even if it was with someone else.

It would have been easy, if Mercy wasn't Mercy.

Mercy tried so hard and there was something about that effort that made Rembrandt's heart ache as she watched it. She wanted to wrap Mercy up and promise that they had her, it was okay, no one was going to send her away, she was a Warrior now. Instead, Rembrandt had to trust that Swan was doing that.

"Why is Mercy funny?" Ajax grouched at their ceiling one night.

"Because she's fucking perfect," Rembrandt grouched back.

"Why are they both- That isn't fair."

"It really isn't."

"We're funny!"

"I'm funny."

"Okay, well, I'm buffer than Swan."

"I'm at least as pretty as Mercy."

"...this isn't making me feel better."

"Yeah, no, I don't think trash-talking women we like is going to help us."

To be Cont'd

Also if y'all have any prompts, they would be greatly appreciated! writer's block is trying to catch me, but i am outrunning it swiftly!

[kalinara]

So recent posts have got me thinking about the Throuple, and how I personally feel about it. And I'll be honest. I dislike it and I love it.

I dislike it because, ultimately, there really isn't much there. A couple of suggestive panels, a house schematic, one scene of expressed attraction between the guys, one scene that seems really heavily implied that they'd intended to go to bed together (I'll post that later, it's from early X-Force and it's pretty suggestive, IMO), and a few cameos in pride issues.

If Marvel was advertising this relationship, I'd call it queer-baiting at best.

But I always kind of wonder about the background of things. And I tend to assume that the Throuple was never intended to be a thing by the suits and higher ups. I think maybe a few creative types kept slipping things under the radar.

It does mean, unfortunately, that, in terms of actual story or emotional development, it's lacking. I mean, look, biased Scott fan that I am, I would have REALLY liked to see Logan apologize for basically everything AvX onward before those two characters hopped into bed together. I'd like to see Jean get to have opinions about everything that happened while she was gone (many things that she'd now remember from her younger self's point of view), before that happened too. These are characters with a lot of history.

So in terms of execution, the Throuple is a fizzle. (Hell, even the Jean/Logan side barely got off the ground. Some bits where she kept him alive when he was trying to save Xavier through time - which she'd have done even if he were just a friend. And one sex scene in the hot springs. That really feels like a satisfying culmination of decades of yearning. If I were a Jean/Logan fan, honestly, I'd probably feel cheated.)

But you know, I do love it for other reasons. Because however shitty the execution, the IDEA is firmly planted and that idea isn't going away.

All you have to do is go on reddit or tiktok and see anytime one of those toxic masculinity fanboys starts bitching about how Logan is 100% straight "blah blah woke agenda", and you get at least three people jabbing back "yeah, except on the moon".

And that's the genius of it. Because NO one likes those particular fans. And so even people who are utterly indifferent to the idea of the Throuple. Even folks who dislike the execution are very pleased to troll that hypothetical dude at every chance.

Marvel can say what they want. Brevoort (whether he believes it or is just Marvel's spokesperson) can say what he wants. The fact that the annoying fanboys go "I'm so glad he didn't walk back his denial and cater to the wake agenda" are just admitting that there's something TO deny.

I'll be honest, I suspect the issue is Logan's fanbase. It's the largest by far and Marvel doesn't want to alienate the straight men in the crowd. But the thing is, they're aging out. And younger generations of fans are more openly queer than we are, and definitely more than our parents were. This is going to be a non-issue. Especially when the new generations start running the asylum.

It'll take a long time, of course, and there'll be a lot of bullshit before then. But you can't put the genie back in the bottle. The idea is out there. And like Kitty, Rachel, Betsy, Bobby, Mystique and Destiny, Rictor and Shatterstar, EVENTUALLY we'll get to the point where Marvel admits what we all know. (And we knew for a while. The Throuple didn't come out of nowhere.)

Marvel's most famous and popular X-Men character is queer.

More than half of the Original X-Men, that earliest dream that creators never seem to be able to stop revisiting, are queer*.

The flag ship pairing of the X-Men involves a woman and a man who are queer*.

That's pretty awesome.

(*I know technically we're talking about an MMF throuple and it doesn't rule out Jean being straight, but let's be honest here. Jean's got more than enough suggestive interaction with Storm, Emma, Lorna and Wanda to make a strong enough case for bisexuality in her own right.)