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genericpuff · 11 months ago

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All That Glitters is Not Feminism - An Analysis of LO's Brand of "Feminism" and What Remains of its Fanbase (The Twist)

Alright y'all, I've been waiting a hot minute to talk about this because I wanted to see how it fully panned out before saying anything about it. And it's not even specifically about LO, but I do think it's very adjacent to it in a way that I'm sure you'll be shocked to hear. Much of it speaks to how we prop up white writers even at the expense of POC.

This is 'the twist' attached to my first post that I made just a couple hours ago that concerns an entirely other topic but I feel ties into this subject very well.

If you haven't heard, there's this author who recently fucked around in the Del Rey publishing scene.

Her name is Cait Corrain.

In the original tweet calling this person out, names were not dropped, but it was made very clear that what Cait did was unacceptable behavior.

You can read the entire thread that started it all from Xiran here:

There's also a GREAT recap thread from one of the affected authors, Bethany Baptiste:

I want to make it clear that Cait Corrain isn't just a debut author.

Cait Corrain is - or now, was (foreshadowing is a literary device that-) - a debut author who had an agent, a publishing deal with Del Rey (an imprint of Random House which is a MAJOR publisher) and even an upcoming Illumicrate deal - meaning, her book was going to be packaged in a monthly loot crate subscription shipped directly to people's doors, quite possibly one of the best marketing deals a debut author could ever get, usually unheard of in this industry. All the pre-reviews were strong and positive.

Cait's book was literally set up for success. All she had to do was sit back, relax, and watch the fruits of her labors roll in. She had written the book. It was ready for release. The hard part was technically over.

But I guess the racism brainrot got to her because as it turns out, since April - for EIGHT MONTHS - she's been making alternate accounts on GoodReads to review bomb the indie and debut works of her friends and peers, most of whom were POC and did not have the same opportunities set up for them as she did. There are loads of receipts to back this up that you can find in those above threads ^^^

To say that this is appalling is an understatement. This was an intentional and deliberate act of racism by a white queer writer who claimed to be "jealous" - of what, I can't imagine - so much so that she deliberately sabotaged her peers, people who had supported her and her book.

And then when she got caught? She doubled down on it and claimed it was a "friend", also an alternate account she made up.

The exchange between her and this made-up person is actually the funniest shit out of this entire thing, it's so poorly written and as soon as people noticed the time stamps were out of order, that was when it truly cemented her newfound clown status.

"oooooh he's standing right behind me, isn't he?" energy right here LMAO

yes keep expositing cait, that's really selling the "this is a genuine conversation that really happened with a real person" bit 🤡

Anyways, it became abundantly clear that Cait was just going to continue to dig her heels in over something she caused.

This has been a hot topic in the UnpopularLO Discord, not just because of how crazy of a situation it is that we had to talk about it - and we have people within the community who work in the literature and media sector - but because we noticed one very telling thing in the list of series that she had review bombed in her very own personal act of wrath.

You see, Cait made one fundamental mistake that led to her undoing - she didn't just review bomb the works of her peers, she positively reviewed her own book and others.

What's her book about though?

It's an Ariadne x Dionysus retelling set in space.

It's literally another "modern retelling" of Greek myth.

And wouldn't you know it, guess who else created a modern retelling of Greek myth that she included in her positive review raiding while she was sabotaging the work of her actual peers?

Now, I think it goes without saying that what I'm about to say should be taken with MOUNTAINS of salt, I'm sure a lot of you are reading the headline and going, "Ugh, really? You're gonna make this about LO? Could you give it a rest already???"

I need you to understand, with the current state of Rachel's fanbase and 'modern' Greek myth literature as a whole, at this point Lore Olympus - and the works that are literally inspired by it such as A Touch of Darkness - has basically become the shopping cart litmus test of basic decency. It's like when someone says they like Harry Potter - you can't take it automatically at good faith anymore, because there isn't a whole lot separating someone who simply liked Harry Potter as a kid and still rewatches the movies from time to time from someone who fully supports the politics and agenda of J.K. Rowling. No, not everyone who still watches the movies or reads the books fondly is a TERF by default, but it's justifiably a reason for suspicion when the consequences are often too dire to risk.

There's this thing that's been happening in the LO fanbase that I frankly saw coming, but has really recently started to hit its peak. It's what I call the "Kanye Effect", where the comic has become so absurd and backwards in its misogyny and white feminism that the only people who seem to be left supporting LO are the people who are legitimate white feminists and misogynists - because all the normal level-headed people fell off the comic ages ago (or transitioned into the critical side of the community).

I mentioned it in my last post, but it bears repeating - Rachel's fanbase has literally been shipping Hera, a victim of abuse, with her abuser, Kronos. I'm really hoping a lot of them realize how fucked up that is now that Hera herself has called it what it is - abuse - within the comic, but I also can't count on the LO fanbase picking up on that or even noticing it with how quickly people swipe through it each week, it's very apparent at this point that most of LO's readers don't know how to chew their food and don't pay attention when Persephone and Hades aren't onscreen.

But I'm digressing. Or am I? We're talking about Crown of Starlight after all. The debut Dionysus x Ariadne sci-fi/fantasy romance that was quite literally advertised using Lore Olympus as its baseline-

This. This is what the ongoing cultural erasure and white feminist uwu-fication of Greek myth is doing to the literary zeitgeist surrounding Greek myth as a whole. This is why we criticize Lore Olympus and works like it that are created by disingenuous people who only seek to use the assets of Greek myth material as a way to shoot themselves up into fame and stardom. This is why we demand better standards in the literature and webcomic industry, so that people like Rachel and Cait can't use their privileges to quite literally erase the source material that they used to make themselves famous in the first place.

If anything, Cait's actions didn't just affect the people she negatively review bombed, or the people she was affiliated with, but also the people she positively reviewed. While I don't support what Rachel creates, she wasn't the only one who Cait went out of her way to review positively from her alt accounts, there were many others as evident in the Google Doc - but all this really does is tarnish the legitimacy of these books and their ratings by artificially jacking up their numbers that are advertised to others.

Making Greek myth fanfiction or fun creative retellings was never the problem, but it's now being sabotaged alongside so many other genres and mediums by toxic white individuals who can't even keep themselves from committing hate crimes, let alone create something purely for entertainment that's transparent in its illegitimacy, lest it destroy the illusion that these people are qualified to speak over those whose voices are being stifled, often by these very same people. Many of these writers get caught and are still allowed to continue what they're doing - that was certainly what we feared with Cait.

Until today.

It was revealed today that Cait's book will no longer be featured in the Illumicrate May 2024 box.

Del Rey has dropped Crown of Starlight from their publishing schedule.

Daphne Press will be hopefully following suit.

And, most telling of all, Cait's own agent has severed ties with her.

For anyone not familiar with the inner workings of the publishing industry, Cait has essentially been blacklisted. Without an agent or a publishing house, she'll have to entirely rely on her own resources through self-publishing. Unless she manages to sneak her way back in under an alias (which I wouldn't put it past her to try) she no longer has access to the mainstream publishing industry that was already guaranteed for her before she let her 'jealousy' get the better of her.

Her career was already made for her. She had a red carpet laid out for her debut. Her book was getting good pre-reviews and she had quite literally nothing keeping her from her success. The best thing she could have done was nothing. Somewhere in her head, she made up a threat that didn't exist, and sealed her fate in acting on it, a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I think in these situations such as with Cait Corrain, Rachel Smythe, and - also recently and relevant - James Somerton, we need to become increasingly aware of how white voices are still overpowering POC voices, not just in their actions, but in the opportunities they're given over others which they then use to further stifle the voices of those they feel "threatened" by or feel entitled to speak over. While neither James nor Rachel have used sock puppet accounts to "take out the competition" (at least as far as we know lmao) James did quite literally steal the words and voices of queer writers who were deserving of their time in the spotlight, and Rachel's work is being quoted as "rewriting Greek myth" as if its blatant gentrification and appropriation should be marketed as some sort of positive.

It's all too common for these deeply-rooted prejudices to rear their ugly heads and for the people who carry them to act out in this way while justifying it as "jealousy" or "a mistake". This isn't jealousy. This isn't a mistake. This isn't someone "starting drama". This is genuine, targeted hate, with the intention of snuffing out the voices of others who should be empowered, not silenced.

All that time and effort, and for what? Racism and petty jealousy? It just goes to show, it doesn't matter how many opportunities you're given, how high up on the ladder you already are - it won't fix the deeply-rooted insecurity and racial pettiness that spurs people on to do such horrible things.

I've spent enough of my time and words today talking about Cait, and James, and Rachel. So to end this off, I want to join in with all the others who have highlighted the books that were review-bombed by Cait, and help in uplifting them so they can have successful debuts. I'll be pre-ordering a few of them, so I'll be happy to make dedicated posts for them in the future after they release. Please consider purchasing them for yourself if you want some new reading material <3

The Poisons We Drink by Bethany Baptiste:

So Let Them Burn by Kamilah Cole:

To Gaze Upon Wicked Gods by Molly X Chang:

Mistress of Lies by K.M. Enright

Voyage of the Damned by Frances White:

(I'm sure there are plenty others so if I missed any here, please let me know so I can add them here and check out their books!)

If there's any silver lining to this, I hope that it makes people aware of the media they consume and who it's being created by. I hope it makes people more willing to seek out the books that aren't getting the same opportunities as Cait Corrain and Rachel Smythe. I hope it's a wake-up call to the industry that matters like this need to be taken seriously and that POC writers are still being silenced under their own noses. And most of all, I hope it's a reminder that we shouldn't even need at this point that this behavior is not okay, no matter what level a person climbs to - that just because someone is part of one minority doesn't mean they're not capable of sabotaging another. It sucks that that has to be said, it sucks that despite these groups being so intersectional there are still people within them who submit to their deeply-rooted insecurities and find ways to feel threatened that they use to justify hateful behavior.

Having a platform is a privilege. It should never be weaponized against your own peers or those who you simply feel "threatened" by for no reason beyond your own imposter syndrome or doubts or internal struggles. Because as much as you may feel like you've earned where you are, that never gives you the right to weaponize your opportunities against others who were never given those same opportunities in the first place. "Feminism" is not using your power to crush "other women". "Progressiveness" is not exclusive to the progress that only benefits you.

I wish only the best to those who were affected by the actions of Cait Corrain. You deserve to be heard and seen and appreciated for the work you do and the abuse you've had to tolerate. I look forward to your debuts in 2024 <3

#cait corrain #support POC writers #crown of starlight #the poisons we drink #so let them burn #the voyage of the damned #mistress of lies #say isn't it funny how all the debut books cait tried to sabotage accurately describe her and her actions LOL #that's what we call irony #debut authors 2024 #booktok #webtoon critical #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus

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imaginesforfandom · 9 months ago

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A Wolverine's Heartache - Part III

Part I Part II

i'm so sorry it took so long for me to post this!! i've been drowning in work :,(

Logan/James Howlett x Reader

She/Her pronouns used!!

Summary: Logan struggles after seeing a person he loves alive. Will he be able to save her?

In the moments leading up to Logan's journey back in time, the Xavier Institute was a hub of frantic activity, a beacon of hope in the face of impending doom. The threat of the Sentinels loomed large, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty over the mutant community.

Logan, haunted by the memory of Y/N's tragic death and driven by a desperate need to prevent further loss, had become the linchpin in a daring plan to alter the course of history. With the help of Professor Xavier and a handful of trusted allies, Logan prepared to embark on a mission that would defy the very fabric of time itself.

The decision to send Logan back in time was not made lightly. It required sacrifices – sacrifices that weighed heavily on the hearts of those left behind. Yet, in the face of imminent destruction, there was no room for hesitation.

As Logan stood before the makeshift time-travel device, his resolve hardened like steel. The weight of his mission bore down on him, a burden he carried with grim determination. He knew the risks – the possibility of altering the timeline, of facing enemies both old and new – but the chance to rewrite history and save those he loved was a gamble he was willing to take.

Before he could second-guess himself, Logan braced himself for the journey ahead. With a final glance at his comrades, a silent promise etched in his eyes, he stepped into the swirling vortex of energy, disappearing into the unknown depths of the past.

In that pivotal moment, the fate of the world hung in the balance. For Logan, it was a journey fraught with peril and uncertainty, but it was also a journey fueled by hope – hope for redemption, for a chance to right the wrongs of the past, and for a future where Y/N's death would be nothing more than a distant memory.

As Logan's consciousness shifted through time, propelled back to a pivotal moment before the devastation wrought by the Sentinels, a sense of urgency gripped him like a vice. His mission was clear: to prevent the cataclysmic events that had led to Y/N's tragic demise.

Arriving in the past, Logan found himself in a world that was both familiar and yet subtly different. The Xavier Institute bustled with life, its halls alive with the laughter of students and the gentle hum of telepathic conversations. But for Logan, it was a world tinged with sorrow, a reminder of the losses he had endured.

As he navigated the bustling corridors, searching for allies to aid him in his quest, Logan's heart quickened at the thought of encountering Y/N. She existed in this timeline, vibrant and alive, yet unaware of the role she would play in shaping their shared destiny.

When Logan finally came face to face with Y/N, his breath caught in his throat. She was different here – a younger version of the person he had known, her features softened by innocence and untainted by the scars of war. And yet, there was an undeniable familiarity in her presence, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time.

As their eyes met, Logan felt a surge of emotions wash over him – longing, regret, and a fierce determination to protect her at all costs. In that fleeting moment, he saw echoes of the Y/N he had lost, a reminder of the bond they had shared across time and space.

But for Y/N, Logan was a stranger – a mysterious figure with haunted eyes and a sense of purpose that seemed to emanate from his very being. And yet, there was something in his gaze, a depth of emotion that stirred something within her – a feeling she couldn't quite place.

As Logan reached out to Y/N, his hand trembling with the weight of unspoken truths, he knew that convincing her to join him would be no easy task. But for Y/N, Logan's presence ignited a spark of curiosity, a whisper of destiny that beckoned her towards a future she could not yet fathom.

As Logan stood before the younger version of Y/N, his heart clenched with a mixture of emotions – longing, regret, and an urgent sense of purpose. He knew that convincing her of the impending danger would be no easy task, especially considering she had no recollection of their shared history.

Y/N regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

Logan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult task ahead. "I know this is hard to believe, but you need to listen to me. I'm from the future, and I've seen what happens if we don't act now."

Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief, a scoff escaping her lips. "From the future? That's impossible. Why should I trust you?"

Logan knew he had to choose his words carefully, to break through the wall of skepticism that surrounded her. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I've seen the devastation caused by the Sentinels. They've hunted us down, taken everything from us. If we don't stop them now, there won't be a future for any of us."

Y/N's expression softened slightly, but her hesitation remained palpable. "And why should I believe you? You could be anyone, spinning tales to manipulate me."

Logan's jaw tightened with frustration, but he forced himself to remain calm. He understood her skepticism – after all, he was asking her to believe in the impossible. "I understand your doubts, but you have to trust me. Lives are at stake here, including yours. We need to work together to stop this."

Y/N's gaze flickered with uncertainty, torn between disbelief and a nagging sense of curiosity. She wanted to dismiss Logan's words as the ramblings of a madman, but there was something in his eyes – a depth of sincerity that gave her pause.

As Logan pleaded with her to heed his warning, Y/N felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over her – fear, anger, and a flicker of hope. In that moment of uncertainty, she grappled with the weight of the decision before her, knowing that the fate of the world rested in her hands – and in the hands of the enigmatic stranger who claimed to hold the key to their salvation.

The moment hung suspended in time, a fragile balance between doubt and determination. Y/N stood before Logan, her gaze locked with his, uncertainty etched into the lines of her face. Logan's plea echoed in the air, a whispered promise of redemption and salvation, and for a fleeting instant, Y/N hesitated.

But then, something shifted within her – a spark of resolve that ignited in the depths of her soul. It was a quiet realization, born from the depths of her own courage and fueled by the unwavering belief that together, they could make a difference.

With a steadying breath, Y/N met Logan's gaze, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "Alright. I'll help you."

The words hung in the air like a beacon of hope, a testament to the strength of her conviction. In that moment, a weight lifted from Logan's shoulders, replaced by a surge of gratitude and relief. He had expected resistance, perhaps even outright rejection, but Y/N's willingness to trust him filled him with a sense of purpose unlike anything he had ever known.

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As the tension reached its peak in the crowded conference room, Logan and Y/N moved with precision and determination, their eyes locked in silent communication. They had trained for this moment, prepared for the pivotal role they would play in altering the course of history.

Amidst the chaos, Mystique, disguised as a government official, made her move, her gun trained on Trask, the architect of the Sentinel program. But before she could pull the trigger, Logan sprang into action, his instincts honed by years of combat.

With a swift motion, he intercepted Mystique's shot, deflecting the bullet away from its intended target. The room erupted into chaos as panic spread like wildfire, but Logan remained focused, his gaze never wavering from Mystique's determined form.

Beside him, Y/N moved with a grace and precision that belied her years, her powers weaving through the air like a symphony of light and shadow. With a flick of her wrist, she immobilized Mystique, her telekinetic abilities holding her captive in a shimmering cocoon of energy.

As the dust settled and order was restored, Logan and Y/N shared a fleeting glance, a silent acknowledgment of the pivotal role they had played in preventing catastrophe. In that moment, the bond between them deepened, forged in the crucible of adversity.

But as they stood amidst the aftermath of their actions, a sense of uncertainty lingered in the air. The future remains uncertain, and the threat of the Sentinels still loomed large. Yet, for the first time in a long time, Logan allowed himself to feel a glimmer of hope – a hope that with Y/N by his side, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

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As Logan's consciousness shifted back to the future, his senses reeled from the disorienting transition. The world around him was a blur of chaos and destruction, the aftermath of the battle against the Sentinels evident in the smoldering ruins that surrounded him. But amidst the devastation, one sight stood out like a beacon of light in the darkness.

There, among the ragged survivors, stood Y/N – her presence a ray of hope amidst the despair. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Logan's gaze locked onto her familiar form, his heart swelling with a mixture of relief and gratitude.

Without hesitation, he moved towards her, his steps fueled by an overwhelming urge to reach her side. As he drew closer, their eyes met, and in that instant, a flood of emotions washed over him – longing, regret, and a fierce determination to protect her at all costs.

Unable to resist any longer, Logan closed the distance between them in a single stride, his arms enveloping Y/N in a tight embrace. It was a gesture born from the depths of his soul, a silent vow to never let her go again.

In that poignant moment, as Logan's arms enveloped Y/N in a tight embrace amidst the wreckage of their war-torn world, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses.

First and foremost was an overwhelming sense of relief – relief that Y/N was alive and standing before him, a beacon of hope amidst the devastation. The mere sight of her, her presence a comforting reminder of their shared history and the bond they had forged, filled his heart with a profound sense of gratitude.

But alongside relief, there was also a deep-seated longing – a longing for the lost time, for the moments they had shared before the world had descended into chaos. Seeing Y/N again awakened a flood of memories, memories of laughter and camaraderie, of unspoken connections and shared moments that now felt like distant echoes in the wake of tragedy.

Mixed with longing was a potent undercurrent of regret – regret for the pain and suffering they had endured, for the lives lost and the futures stolen. Logan couldn't help but wonder if there was more he could have done, if he could have somehow prevented the devastation that had torn them apart.

Yet, amidst the tumult of emotions, there was also a fierce determination – a determination to protect Y/N at all costs, to ensure that she would never again face the horrors of war alone. In that moment, as he held her close, Logan made a silent vow to do whatever it took to keep her safe, to carve out a future where they could finally find peace.

And underlying it all was a profound sense of love – a love that transcended time and space, a love that had endured despite the odds. In Y/N's arms, Logan found solace amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope in a world consumed by darkness.

After the embrace had ended, Logan held onto Y/N's hands tightly, his gaze locking with hers with a newfound intensity. In that moment, the weight of his unspoken emotions pressed heavily upon him, urging him to finally lay bare the truth that had long been buried within his heart.

"Y/N," he began, his voice rough with emotion, "I… I need you to know something. I've been a fool, blind to what's been right in front of me all along."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her heart fluttering with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She waited with bated breath as Logan continued, his words carrying the weight of a lifetime's worth of regrets.

"I love you, Y/N," Logan confessed, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with an undeniable sincerity. "I've loved you for longer than I care to admit, but I was too damn stubborn to see it. I let my fears and insecurities cloud my judgment, and for that, I'm sorry."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at Logan's confession, her heart swelling with a rush of emotions she could hardly comprehend. In that moment, the walls she had built around her heart crumbled, leaving her vulnerable but unafraid.

"Logan," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "I love you too. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, but I was too afraid to say it. Too afraid of what it might mean, of what we might lose."

Their hands tightened around each other's, a silent vow passing between them. In that shared moment of vulnerability, Logan and Y/N laid bare their hearts, their love for each other a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

And as they stood together, tears mingling with smiles, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they were together, they would face them with unwavering courage and unyielding love. For in each other's arms, they had found a home – a sanctuary amidst the chaos, where their love could flourish and grow stronger with each passing day.

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again, i'm so sorry it took me so long!!! this term has been so exhausting :,(

i really hope you guys liked the final part!! i hadn't meant to make it this long but i got a little carried away lol. i know it's not fully canon to the movies, sorry bout that.

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blakbonnet · 2 months ago

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HAPPY FOX DAY TO ALL THOSE WHO CELEBRATE! Today's a special special AOTW because our featured author this week is best beloved @asneakyfox 🦊

Fox, I genuinely think you're one of the greatest fandom philosophers of our times, and what you write is so much more than regular old meta. Because we're all playing in the sandbox here and while a lot of us lose sight of canon sometimes, you have all four feet firmly planted in the lovely source material we've been provided with. And you don't stop there, you try to actively engage with the community, especially making sure you are keeping an eye on all the differing opinions. I feel like this is why your thesis resonates so thoroughly with different people--it's not trying to prove a point, it's very 'holmes saw a dead body and ejaculated'. You are just so smart that you make the rest of us smarter, but it's never intimidating to talk to you, and I love love love that I get to read your stories and your thoughts because of this show and this fandom.

Fox, brilliant as ever, agreed to answer a few questions for me:

What's your meta writing process like? Do you think in disparate strings about scenes and then write them down as they come to you OR is it usually a conversation or a thought that eats at you until you sit down and untangle it?

generally i'll be thinking about something, usually because i saw another post (or had a conversation about the show on discord; special shoutout to the crew on @figmentof and @scarrletmoon's servers, and especially to @glamaphonic, anything i've ever said you thought was really insightful probably came out of a dm conversation with glam) and some part of a post about it will start writing itself in my head, and unfortunately once that process starts the only way to stop it is to write it down.

even more unfortunately i never know whether it's all going to flow out easily into a coherent essay right away, or if it'll be one of those things where i write two really good paragraphs that ought to go in the middle section of a post that takes a while to figure out how to structure; i just have to start and see where it goes. some meta i've written that got lots of notes was written all at once the moment the thought struck me and posted as soon as it was done, but there's also a few that have been sitting in drafts for months as i keep rewriting the same section without being sure where it goes next.

Favourite themes or characterisations you like to explore while meta writing? (things like Ed's fisherman era and what led to it, etc)

i guess if there's a big theme i keep coming back to it's ed's character arc over the course of the show, his relationship with violence and how it affects his perception of himself and how he has to grow through that to be ready to commit to his relationship with stede. one of the very first things i ever said about the show on tumblr, way back in summer 2022, was that ed's absolute deepest fear was that he is fundamentally unlovable, so it was really a delight to see s2 dive so hard into addressing the exact issues i'd been looking at so explicitly. and of course there's also a lot of fandom racism that plays into some takes that go around about ed, and i think it's really important to call that out and push back against those takes.

i feel like it would be kind of silly to not call out izzy here too. izzy plays an absolutely crucial role in highlighting those exact issues in ed's arc, and i honestly just think the way their whole relationship develops in canon is deliciously meaty and a lot of fandom takes seem determined to flatten it out into something much more boring. so it's important to me to try to highlight the ways you don't have to pretend izzy was a secret good guy all along to appreciate the role he plays in the story.

finally i guess this has only developed over the last several months but i guess one of my trademarks now is speculation about what got deleted from s2. i've always been good at the game of watching a movie and guessing at scenes that were cut or changed, and my spider-sense for that was going off like crazy as i watched s2, and i didn't want to get too speculative at first, but as information has actually come out from samba and vico and other sources, a lot of it's lined up with what i thought. and i'm really interested in how the ofmd writers' room approached storybreaking, so it's worth it to me to try to understand this.

Whose head is it easier to get into - Ed or Stede? Why?

i guess i already answered this! i love them both a lot, and i'd been writing meta for a good while before i consciously realized i'd written a LOT more about ed than about stede, and the ed posts tend to be individually longer than the stede ones too. i think some of this is because ed's arc reads super clearly to me while stede, despite being the main character, gets an arc that's a lot more subtle and internal in some ways (and also i do think suffered significantly from the cuts to the second half of s2). and some of it's because people can be Wrong On The Internet about ed in ways i feel the need to push back against more than about stede. but some of it's just, you know, vibe.

it's always interesting to me that nearly all prolific fic authors in this fandom have a clear very strong preference for which POV they prefer - i don't think all fandoms are like that - but i guess my own alignment is obvious.

Your personal favourite thing you've written that you'd like more people to read

the obvious answer here is the one actual fic i have written for this fandom, "Nothing Could Touch It" which came out of thinking about how there's some post-s2 fic about ed reckoning with this relationship with izzy that i really like but none of it quite got at how i feel like canon's framing it. (don't worry it's not all about izzy! stede's there and there's a bunch of cuddling!)

as far as meta goes though i would call out this as the one i'm probably proudest of, this is the one where i most completely tried to lay out how i saw the show framing ed's relationship with violence during the s1 hiatus, and i think after s2 it holds up pretty well. but also since i was just talking about how i don't say enough about stede, this is the post where i tried to lay out the stuff i really admire in stede as a character.

What is the one word that you think you use a lot?

i've got a bunch of verbal tics i overuse but the one i'm self-conscious about in meta lately is "reading against the text," which sounds so pretentious and lit-crit i really wish there were another good phrase for it. but i think it's really useful as a way to clarify that sometimes i'm saying a particular take is clearly not how the narrative of ofmd is framing something but that doesn't mean you need to stop interpreting it that way. reading against the text is really fun and i recommend it sometimes! but you'll have more fun if you're aware that's what you're doing!

If you were writing his arc, keeping in mind that he stays largely antagonistic in line with the show, how would you have resolved the Izzy problem: would you have made the same decisions the writers made and written a redemption by death OR do you think that the spirit of the show specifically demands Izzy get a good guy (or not as bad a guy) ending where we see his muppetification

one of the predictions i was most confident of before s2 was that if izzy were redeemed, he wouldn't be able to remain in the cast as a good-guy crew muppet afterward. (for this reason i thought the likeliest possibility was a slower redemption arc that wouldn't fully complete till the end of s3.) several times i tried to game out what role a fully redeemed izzy could possibly continue to play within this story, or what personality traits that he showed in s1 he could even hang onto after a full redemption, and i couldn't come up with anything that felt plausible. not "loyalty to your captain," because his devotion to blackbeard was clearly toxic at the root and would need to be purged entirely before it could be replaced by anything healthier; not yelling at people to stop having so much fun and work harder, because that could work in a different story but would run directly counter to the core themes of ofmd - so what's left? i went looking at popular izzy redemption fic that tried to address that question, and some of it came up with answers that worked in the context of a fic focused mostly on izzy, but it was never anything that could possibly work in a tv show that already had established themes and would continue to focus primarily on other characters. and izzy wouldn't be able to just fade into the background with the other muppets after all the focus on him a believable redemption arc would require. so i knew once he was redeemed he'd be done as a character one way or another.

and s2 i think bore that out, honestly in a much more obvious way than i expected - over the course of izzy's s2 arc he's basically divested of all his s1 personality traits until all that's really left by the end is saying twat all the time, and Guy Who Says Twat is not a role the story's going to particularly need going forward. to keep him around after that you'd need to give him enough new traits that he'd be for all practical purposes a new character anyway.

i do sometimes wonder about a world where izzy's s2 arc saw him be offered a clear chance at redemption and choose to reject it and get worse instead. i kind of missed antagonist izzy by the end, and i wonder if a lot of people who'd originally wanted a redemption for him wouldn't have been happier with that even if they didn't realize it - a descent into full villainy would have kept izzy and his relationships with both ed and stede more central to the plot right up till the end, and in particular the sexual aspect of his feelings for ed could have stayed very directly relevant, where the redemption arc necessitated resolving that very firmly to clear it out of the way as early as possible in s2. i never agreed that ofmd's themes necessarily meant redemption for izzy was inevitable - ted lasso was much more overtly a show about redemption than ofmd right from the start, and even ted lasso let at least one of its antagonists make it all the way to the end as an unrepentant scumbag. if there's anything that meant izzy really had to be redeemed imo it wasn't the overall spirit of the show so much as izzy's role in ed's arc - before anything else izzy's narrative role was always to be a walking symbol of the part of ed that fears vulnerability and holds him back from committing himself to love, and for ed and stede to be happily together by the end of s2, ed had to get to a place where he could see that part of himself as something he no longer needs in his life but also doesn't hate anymore. nothing could have symbolized that like having ed embrace izzy as he dies granting ed permission to just be himself.

Why OFMD 🥹

you know, i could say a lot here about how i think ofmd is genuinely incredibly well-written in some ways that are really unusual on american tv. season 1 in particular is just incredibly tight and elegantly plotted, and s2 is messier but that just makes it all the more interesting to look at the constraints they were under that led to that. my day job's in narrative and i really do professionally admire ofmd a lot, which is one of the reasons i tend to think about creator intent more than some people do when i'm writing meta - death of the author is a super valid perspective but personally i'm really interested in trying to figure out why the writers made the choices they made and what i can learn from that for when i'm in their position.

so all of that's true. but also we all know it's kind of beside the point here, this is a hyperfixation, it's not rational. i can tell you i watched the first nine episodes of our flag means death and liked it a lot but in what i would describe as a basically normal kind of way, and then i watched the tenth and at some point during that episode a rat inside my brain hit the dopamine spigot with a wrench and now it won't turn off so here we are.

aaaand if you've made it to this point, please join us in evil ganging up on fox with love by sending a lovely letter to them over on @ofmdlovelyletters who was also kind enough to make this header <3

#ofmd #our flag means death #aotw #author of the week #happy fox day

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duhragonball · 8 months ago

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Akira Toriyama (1955-2024)

I wouldn't say I'm feeling better today, but I'm feeling less bad than yesterday. So let's see if I can put some words together.

In case anyone still hasn't heard, Dragon Ball creator Akira Toriyama passed away on March 1, 2024. This news was made public on March 7 or 8. I woke up early on Friday morning and found out while I was checking Twitter. I had a long, busy day at work, and I kept getting on my phone to scroll through fan reactions and tributes.

I think that, more than anything, is what's gotten me so worked up about his death. My Twitter timeline and my tumblr dashboard were just chock full of touching message and images about how Akira Toriyama's work has changed their lives. I wanted to write my own tribute, but I'm not sure what else I can say that hasn't already been expressed by Archie Comics, professional wrestling trio The New Day, and the Republic of El Salvador.

There's this immense, global community of fans, and it's easy to lose sight of just how big it is. It's easy to get bogged down in the infighting and petty squabbles. I saw one tweet responding to the criticism of Dragon Ball not being like this "entry level" franchise compared to other, more high brow anime and manga. It's popular with so many people, that critics will assume it's designed to appeal to the lowest-common-denominator. But the opposite is true! Dragon Ball is accessible, which is how so many people from so many different places and walks of life can get into it. The guy telling the story was such a master storyteller that he could grab an audience's attention and make it look easy. So easy that the haters would start to think that it was a trick, and he must be overrated.

Let me talk about this panel for a minute.

Last night I started going through the original manga, looking for panels to screencap. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I thought maybe a selection of panels that really stood out for me might be worth posting. I'll probably still do that one of these days, but I got to this one, where Gohan tells Chi-Chi about Goku's death, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

This was a powerful scene in the anime, of course, but in the comic it's even more profound. It's just one panel, no dialogue, because the reader already knows what's happening here. We know Gohan is telling his mother that Goku died in the Cell Games, and that he refuses to be wished back, because he thinks his presence on Earth will attract new enemies. It was hard enough to hear when Goku said it to Gohan and the others, and now Gohan has to relay that message to Goku's wife. All she can do is lie prostate on the floor and weep.

And look at the composition. She's surrounded by all that negative space. Gohan's there for her, but she still feels so alone, surrounded by her husband's absence. Pots of flour for food he'll never eat. An empty chair he might have sat in. Their son, who will have to grow up without him.

I saw this, as though for the first time, and it was so gut-wrenching that I had to post it by itself. I felt like it summed up my feelings better than any words could. We're all Chi-Chi in this panel, reacting to Akira Toriyama's death. And we're all Gohan too, each of us consoling one another with our own thoughts and tributes.

So what did Akira Toriyama mean to us all? Lots of people have answered this in a lot of different ways. Obviously his art, storytelling and cultural impact speak for themselves. I've seen people compare him to other luminaries like Jack Kirby and Osamu Tezuka. I'll try to add my own two cents with this:

I wrote a post about "Dragon Ball Daima" back when it was first announced, and I led off with this image of a note from Akira Toriyama. I guess this was from some big fancy presentation about Daima at a convention. I forget which one. In particular, I was skeptical that the Daima rumors were even true, and if they were, the whole idea seemed half-baked to me. Turning Goku into a kid had been done before, and it wasn't exactly successful the first time.

But this note from Toriyama was very reassuring to me. More than the trailer clips and character designs, this was what got me interested in the show. That's because he took the time to not only hype up the show, but also to explain what's going on behind the premise. He took the time to tell everyone that he's working on this show, and what "Daima" means, and why all the characters get turned into kids. It's "due to a conspiracy", and the good guys will have to "fix things". In short, he established a plot, conflict, and resolution to the story. He didn't just slap this together to sell new merch. I'm sure that was part of the motivation to make Daima, but there's more to it than that.

I think that's the loss I feel with Toriyama's passing. It's not that there won't be new Dragon Ball stories in the future. I'm sure others will continue telling their own versions long after I'm gone. I'm not that worried about the fate of Daima. I'm sure they'll figure something out, whether it's delayed, rewritten, or canceled. But we'll never see another message from Toriyama to promote a new project, and that's what I'll miss. From here on, his credit will just be an acknowledgement of his past contributions.

There's this great credibility with Akira Toriyama's name. Fans will argue about how involved he was in a project as a way of establishing how good or bad it was. Dragon Ball GT has his name on the credits, and he provided some designs and artwork early on, and for some fans that proves the series has his endorsement. For others, the sole problem with the show is that he wasn't directly writing the script. There's similar debates over Dragon Ball Super, where he was involved, but only writing those mysterious "notes". So if a fan doesn't like something in DBS, who do they blame? Did Toriyama lose his touch, or did his co-creators fumble the ball? Dragon Ball Evolution basically ignored all of Toriyama's advice and bombed, while Battle of Gods, Resurrection F, Broly, and Super Hero all put Toriyama's writing credits up at the very beginning, and each film made plenty of money. I read his comments on the Daima confirmation, and immediately thought "Okay, this should be pretty good. Akira Toriyama knows what's up."

That's gone now. I mean, there's still a lot of talent out there, but we'll never again have the little gas mask-wearing robot telling us that this story will be good because he worked on making it good. I don't think I really appreciated how much I trusted that guy until now. I still can't believe he's really gone.

I'll probably have more to say about this in the coming days, but I'll stop here for now. Thanks for letting me ramble a bit on this.

#dragon ball #akira toriyama

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hobiebrownismygod · 1 year ago

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Did Hobie Brown give up his mask/identity as Spider-punk? - ATSV Analysis

from @benio on TikTok ⬆️

During Miguel's speech, we see some of the spiders looking at either their past or future events, and we see Peter's wedding (past), Gwen digging herself out of her grave (future), Jess escaping rubble (unknown) and we also see Hobie looking at his canon event, which was giving up his mask and his identity as Spider-punk.

So its completely plausible that like Gwen's canon event, this is one of Hobie's upcoming canon events, where he'll end up giving up his mask later on. However, I like to think that he had given up his mask prior to ATSV for the following reason:

Hobie wasn't supposed to be in Mumbattan during ATSV

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The scene in ATSV where Miles was invisibly watching Gwen talking to Jess and Lyla actually has a second deleted version. This deleted scene was similar, except instead of talking to Jess and Lyla, Gwen was talking to Miguel and various other high-level spider people.

A/N: I know this scene was deleted so it can't really be considered canon, but JUST HEAR ME OUT

While they're talking about Gwen's mistake and Spot's presence in Mumbattan, Hobie's name is mentioned (1:58).

Gwen: "He took time off"

Miguel: "Yeah because he doesn't believe in institutions, or teams. Lyla can't even find him"

Gwen: "He gave me a way to contact him"

At this part in time, prior to his introduction to ATSV, Hobie was not technically a part of the Spider Society. Nobody except for Gwen, not even Lyla, had any way to contact him.

So we've already established that people in the Spider Society usually catch anomalies or are assigned missions to do so, as being a part of the Spider Society would probably mean being willing to work as a team and contribute to the community. If you want to look more into this, @the-cat-and-the-birdie has a really cool post where they explain their views on how the Spider Society works, and I'm kind of going off on that.

If Hobie left, it would mean that he wasn't completing these missions anymore, didn't want to be a part of the community and didn't want anyone to be able to contact him about these missions or anything Spider-man related, unless it was Gwen, who he probably only gave contact information to because she's homeless and doesn't have anywhere to stay, and its been established that she stays with him sometimes.

So why did he leave?

My guess? He experienced an extremely traumatic canon event that led to him deciding to give up his mask. He was so angry at Miguel and the Spider Society for allowing this canon event to happen, that he cut off ties from the community, severed all connections with other spider-people and stayed put in his own universe, only giving Gwen his contact information.

And in this time he "took off", he began to devise his plan to wreak havoc in the Spider Society, and create his own watch. This would explain why he was so quick to help and support Miles, and why he already had watches available for both Gwen and the rest of the Spider-team to use.

The watch he gives Gwen also has the writing "Project Bootleg" written on it.

Bootleg:

the illegal manufacture, distribution, or sale of goods, especially alcohol or recordings.

Hobie already had a plan for what he was going to do. He had already created Project Bootleg to infiltrate the Spider Society himself, and Miles' interjection became Hobie's reveal.

Now to tie back to the first point I made, that Hobie wasn't supposed to be in Mumbattan during ATSV:

The rest of the Spiders were shown coming in through portals, whether it was Miguel's entrance in the beginning of the movie, Gwen's entrance to Miles' room, or even Jess's entrance in Mumbattan where the giant spider-ship came through a portal in the sky. Hobie, Gwen, Miles and Jess were even shown using a portal to get into the Spider Society after leaving Mumbattan. However...we never see Hobie enter Mumbattan through a portal.

He just appeared. But Pavitr was surprised, so there was no way that Hobie had already been in Mumbattan before, and since Jess and Lyla didn't have his location, there was no way that they could have contacted Hobie to come help Gwen fight Spot. So how did he get there?

We have a LOT of unanswered questions about Hobie. He's a complete mystery, from his backstory, to his universe, and to his place in the Spider Society. While the other members are shown as contributors to the Spider Society who all know each other, i.e. Gwen and Jess greeting the Peters in HQ while Hobie doesn't acknowledge any of them and vice versa, Hobie isn't shown having any kind of interaction with any of the Spider Society members except for Gwen and Pav. We know that he knows the other members, because Jess, Peter and Miguel know him by name, but we don't know his place in the Spider Society and we don't know what he does. This is why I think he left the Spider Society. Because if he was still a part of it, the interactions he had with the people in it would've been different. The way he acted in the HQ, his attitude, everything, would've probably been different if he actually was a part of it or even helped out in some way.

Summary, because this analysis was kind of all over the place:

I think that Hobie quit being spider-man before the events of ATSV because of a traumatic canon event. I think he lost someone or something very close to him, and because of that he cut himself off from the Spider Society. I think he blamed the idea of canon events for what happened and that he wants to help Miles save his dad and break his canon because he thinks that by doing this, he's making up for not being able to break his own canon. I think he's been planning this Project Bootleg for a while before Miles showed up and he decided Miles would be the perfect reveal for his plan and he'd use it to prove that canon events can be broken, and that what happened was wrong.

Poor guy.

A/N:

I think this HC overall would be a cool concept for fanfic writers to focus on in their stories, because I've seen a lot of stories where reader/oc was Hobie's canon event, but very few of these go into depth about what his reaction to reader/oc's death would be and how that would impact his identity as Spider-man and his involvement with the Spider Society afterwards. If you do decide to write it, tag me in it! I'd love to read your fanfictions! <3

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 1 year ago

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… I can’t imagine that we actually watched the same show. Like I REALLY AISNSOSNWKMEJDND

hold on I’m gonna need to calm down.

Let me just make a list of why I disagree and at least organize my anger. Long post incoming.

Vander was friends and had a deal with Grayson. The sheriff. Idk what else to even add to that

Caitlyn is more than a cop and Arcane isn’t copaganda. Genuinely don’t know what kind of progress some of these people are looking for. Real allies are a necessity for real progress.

SILCO IS A CLASS TRAITOR. HE FUNNELLED DRUGS INTO THE UNDERCITY AND PUT POOR KIDS IN FACTORIES FOR THAT DRUG FOR PROFIT!!! HE PAID THE ENFORCERS TO LET HIM DO IT WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE

Vi is not as much as an activist as you would like to believe

WHY IS EKKO NEVER EVER BROUGHT UP IN THESE CONVERSATIONS????

Silco was not good for the Undercity

Silco was not a great guy. Ekko had to build an entire separate hidden community for the people he hurt and stepped on for his own benefit

Caitlyn is ignorant and naive. That’s ok. That’s what character development is for.

Loving imperfect characters like Silco and Jinx then hating characters like Vi and Caitlyn is peak media illiteracy to me

FOR THE LAST TIME: VI DIDNT ABANDON POWDER!!!!! Silco literally wanted Vi DEAD for trying to stop him from killing Vander??? How could you possibly say silco was there for jinx when Vi refused to be???? SHE WAS IN PRISON BECAUSE OF HIM???

Silco’s manipulation is working wonders on y’all

Embracing all the outrage without at all looking out for the people harmed by bigotry is not activism

SILCO IS A CLASS TRAITOR x929282929394

Caitlyn was the first person in years to show Vi kindness and care. She listened and stuck by her and took care of her after Vi was locked up for years and beat up by cops (i wonder what led her to be thrown in there?). Cait being a cop stopped being a point of contention once Vi recognized her naivety and genuineness.

NUANCE NUANCE NUANCE. ITS NEVER EVER BLACK AND WHITE

The only way I can see Vi touching ‘class traitor’ in season one was the shimmer raid. Guess who the hell put those kids in there in the first place.

Just hanging out with Caitlyn isn’t being a class traitor if Vander’s allowed to be friends with Grayson.

Critical thinking is very necessary for watching shows like Arcane

What the hell did Silco really do for the Undercity???? What changed over the 7(ish) years he was basically in power of the place? All I’ve heard was he made the air cleaner, which would be great except for, you know, shimmer and the child factory workers

Jinx is unwell and feeding into it like this in a fully serious manor would not help Arcane as a show at all

What do you want Arcane’s message as a full show to be? ‘Screw cops’? That’s a little boring and unproductive isn’t it?

CAN WE TALK ABOUT EKKO AND HIS IMPACT PLEASE???? x9382728283

Caitlyn is trying to make Piltover and Zaun a better place. Is that not allowed? Am I missing something?

Caitlyn and Vi’s arcs have only just started. Season one is basically fully set up except for characters like silco and Jinx. This is far from the end.

Genuinely think Vander would appreciate Vi for being friends (using this term loosely because they are in love) with Caitlyn considering he was the one who was opposed to war and Vi wasn’t.

Silco should NOT be your idea of Undercity independence and respect. He oppressed the Undercity the same way the Council and the Enforcers did. He helped no one but himself, his team (barely) and Jinx.

You’re allowed to like and dislike any character you want but pretending like Silco is better for the Undercity than others is just so ridiculous to me. Everyone is of course completely allowed to like Silco, but we can’t pretend like he’s this stand up guy. If you have to pretend like he was, maybe you don’t like him as much as you think.

“Because Cait’s pretty” is also incredibly incorrect. Go check point #14.

Vi never stopped loving and caring for Powder. Powder’s mental health issues were amplified and utilized by Silco because he couldn’t even heal himself.

If all of your opinions of Caitlyn and Vi start and end with “cops suck” and “class traitor” then you genuinely don’t respect Arcane as a show enough to show you nuance.

The misinterpretation of characters is just so … it’s like you go out of your way to love and/or hate characters no matter how much they show you who you are.

Your closed mindedness is clouding your judgement and making you out to seem like you don’t actually want the Undercity’s triumph, you want Silco and Jinx’s, even if it means ruining the Undercity. And that would be fine because father/daughter evil duo but trying to say you’re all for this duo because you want what’s better for the Undercity when they continue to hurt it is simply not correct and very harmful (to fictional characters in a fictional universe 😭)

Only being able to understand how Silco and Jinx were oppressed and therefore should be able to not just destroy Piltover but also Zaun is not the eat you think it is

Why is Viktor never called a class traitor? I think he's great (I also think Silco and Jinx are wonderfully written) but we hardly saw him in the Undercity/ interact with people from the Undercity plus he killed someone (Sky) from there (accidentally)

EDIT TO ADD ANOTHER POINT: Caitlyn has shown little to NO malicious intent and has no real negative impacts other than Jinx’s attachment issues and insecurities being amplified by her mere existence. Again, this is her story and development. Throughout the season she is exposed to reality and recognizes her and her peers/ families wrongs. I have no idea what you want from this character. Should Piltover just be gotten rid of in the story? Then what? Should Caitlyn have just never gotten involved and continued to embrace her privilege? Should she have left Vi in prison and stay ignorant?

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #point number 32 sums it all up I think #i blocked most of the people who added and made the post so they wont see this lol #i might be overreacting or misinterpreting #maybe i didnt watch the show right #or maybe i did and some of these people are bad at this #some points are most definitely redundant #and im open to people disagreeing.... respectively lol maybe dont wish death on a character and ill hear you out #again i wouldnt dislike silco as much if he wasnt put on a pedestal by people who swear theyre all for the undercity #i wrote this kind of in anger so like sorry about that lol #anti silco #<- for tagging purposes if this is too silco critical for the people who like him #to slay or not to slay #caitvi #this is the second repost because the first two didn’t show up in the tags cuz I messed with my settings 😭😭😭

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baremueran · 1 month ago

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I hear you love Ghost and Roach together. Tell me some of your favourite headcanons about them? How do they show their love to one another? 🤍

I am not sure if they are all SFW, so please read cautiously! English is not my native language, please let me know if there is any mistake!

❤HEADCANON!!❤

1. Roach sometimes expose his nose between the mask and goggles, so anyone can boop boop the tip of his nose and get a puzzled look. Just like a puppy👉👈

2. Ghost often wears his balaclava and sunglasses and headphones and ignore anyone. He would say he was too focused on eavesdropping or listening to music, but there is usually nothing in the headphones except the sound of electricity. He just doesn't care. And the noise cancelling function of the headphones is very good.😎

3. I quite like mute!Roach, but the operators must have the ability to communicate in the mission, so selective mute is good enough.🤐

4. But Roach lost his speech because his tongue has been cut out is fine, too. It's also good that he's slurring his speech because of the pain and the inconvenience. But it means he has to leave the field. So NOOOO, it's just something in my head. SRY if this makes you uncomfortable.🤐

5. Ghost probably has the winter blues. Whether it has anything to do with his family and Christmas or not. He could be grumpy and often hide when it's getting cold.😢

6. But I don't think Ghost likes very hot weather either. Hmmm so whatever, he's just grumpy sometimes.😠

7. I don't know if anyone has thought about robot! TF141. I think Ghost could retain inorganic blue electronic eyes and keep the sunglasses he uses to analyze the data. Maybe there is just an LCD/LED screen under Roach's goggles. Soap can survive a fall because of the steel spine and wire guts. But think about it, when Shepherd (who doesn't realize they aren't humantries) shoot them both, they just struggle with Three Laws of Robotics in confusion and look Shepherd in the eye without emotion.👁👁❓The only downside is that they may be less fire and heat resistant.

8. I spent a few months in a hospital burn unit, and I think most writers understate the burns. But it's okay! It may be painful for me to see once again the process of a person recovering from a piece of coke that reeks of decay, although it's a possible miracle.💔

❤THE WAY THEY SHOW LOVE TO EACH OTHER?❤

First of all, I've never been in a romantic relationship. So I can only IMAGINE. But I wasn't in the military either, so I guess it doesn't matter.

It probably makes sense that the military doesn't allow relationships, so I don't think they're going to be too overt during service.

But they can sit down to eat together and throw the things they don't like onto each other's plates. They can also sit together in the plane or car on a mission and quietly hold hands without drawing attention. They are not that bad drinkers, but would pretend to be drunk in pubs just to lean on each other in public. When one of them is sent out on their own, they hug like the rest of the team, pretending it's their noses that's brushing their cheeks instead of their lips. One of them would bring his favorite snacks and kisses while the other was in the hospital/Medic bay. They might hold hands and kiss when change shifts or count the stars together during the night stakeout. And, yes, they can make out anywhere they like, so much so that almost everyone knows about it but there's no proof. Or nobody knows. It doesn't matter.😚😚💕

I rarely read fics about post-military life because many of them are a bit too good to be true. (But i do read them haha) War is war. As long as you have been involved in it, no matter where you go, you cannot escape the shadow of war. And the impact of PTSD on life is often underestimated too. It saddens me to describe these, so I'm not going to continue. They have to work very, very hard to have a happy ending. But that's okay, we can just enjoy some parts and details of their life in the fics. I've just been waiting for one to tell that part of the story!👋

#gary roach sanderson #roach cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghostroach #cod #john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #tf 141 #soap cod #roachghost

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akatsukinolola · 1 year ago

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𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧┊ 𝗔. 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. hockey player!abby anderson x f!reader // g. smut

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI— top!reader + bottom!Abby (dom/sub undertones), kissing, oral (a receiving), tribbing, multiple orgasms, spitting, hair pulling, fingering (a receiving), crying, overstimulation, reader talking abby through it] bisexual!abby, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, confessions, owen is mentioned like twice (i’m sorry, but i had to drag him a little bit), mentions of alcohol, a sex fantasy daydream, mentions of masturbation, houseparty, lame text message thread, not beta’d n barely proof read— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 4.7k

summary: you got it bad for abby

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

ఌ︎. a/n: ahhhh, i’m so excited! this is one of the bigger pieces i’ve been working on. as always, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! enjoy <3!

The smell of cellulose and stale coffee filled the campus library air.

While looking for a specific book on behavioral neuroscience, you decided to pick up one of your old favorites, Lord of the Flies. The stress of coursework and keeping up with sorority activities took its toll on you, so being able to curl up with a good book at the end of the day is a welcomed prize.

Just as your fingertips grazed the spine of the book, it was snatched away. Turning, you come face to face with the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a braid that gave you a full view of her freckle filled face and strong nose. Looking further down, you caught sight of her broad shoulders and muscular arms. Her toned torso that led to her strong thighs. You looked back up at her blue eyes, to avoid being called out for gawking at her.

“I know you saw me reaching for that book,” you crossed your arms and cocked an eyebrow at the blonde.

“And I grabbed it first so, I guess you’ll just have to wait until I finish it,” a cocky smirk playing on her pink lips.

Not even in the mood to beg for the book, you scoffed and moved to walk past her. “Un-fuckin’-belivable,” you muttered under your breath. She stepped in your way, blocking you from moving any further.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget I can’t be a sarcastic asshole to strangers.” she rubs the back of her neck with her free hand, her muscles bulging in her fitted t-shirt. “I have a five hour bus ride in the morning and I need one of the best books ever written to get me through it,” she explains. “However, if I promise to get it back to you when I get back, can we call a truce?”

You narrowed your eyes at her, searching for a reason to curse her out. But her stupid face and her stupid muscles and her stupid voice softened you up. You pulled out your phone and opened a new contact for her to fill out. Handing her the phone, Abby took the phone and added her contact, making sure to text herself so she can save your number as well. You put your contact in her phone as well. Tapping her shoulder with the back of your phone, you look up at her through your lashes, “I’ll be expecting that text, Anderson.”

+ + +

It’s been a little over three months since you met Abigail Anderson who you’ve dutifully nicknamed Bibi. Exactly three days after your encounter in the library, she texted you asking to meet at the library so you could exchange the book. When you met up she had the book ready for you to check out as well as a proposition for lunch.

From there your friendship blossomed.

Outside of Abby’s practices and your community service you two spent nearly every moment together. Meeting up at the library or a local café to talk about any and everything.

The more you hung out with the blonde the more your infatuation grew. The post workout facetime calls when she’s shining with sweat and her muscles are plump. The way she gave you her undivided attention when you were together.

And if you’re being honest, there have been several occasions where you found yourself moaning her name as creamed all over your rabbit vibrator. Imagining what it would be like to feel the weight of her on top of you, feeding your pussy every inch of the silicone strap she chose for you. How it would feel to have her lips on yours leaving them swollen and dragging them down the column of your neck as she sucked bruises on your skin. Oh, how you’ve imagined her head between your legs, fingers pounding in and out of you, every thrust brushing against the spongy area deep within you. Her lips and tongue showing special attention to your clit as she brings you closer and closer—

“Hello?” Abby droned, waving her hand in front of your face to get your attention. The two of you had just finished an early lunch before her practice. You seemed to have slipped into a rather explicit daydream while waiting for her to return from the bathroom.

“Hi,” you gave her a sweet smile and playfully batted your eyelashes. Abby chuckled, shaking her head at your antics.

“C’mon, so I can drop you off,” she held her hand out for you to take. You slung your purse over your shoulder and took her hand as you stood from the table. You expected her to let go after you were up, but she held on as the two of you exited the building. As the two of you made the ten minute drive back to your house, you remembered something you intended to tell her at lunch.

“Oh yea, last night, my roommates decided to throw a party Friday night. I know you have a game, but I wanted to tell you anyway.”

“If I’m up for it, I’ll definitely be there,” she said as she pulled into your driveway.

“And if you’re not, maybe I can crash at your place?” you asked, leaning on the middle console with your head in your hands.

Abby leaned back in her seat, legs spreading slightly as her hands rubbed over her thighs. “Yea, of course you can,” ‘You never have to ask.’ she thought to herself as she looked you over.

You leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and got out of the car. Ducking into the window you say your goodbyes telling her to text you later. As you walked to the front door, Abby watched your ass sway in your jeans that hugged your body so well. She ran a hand down her face, blowing out a puff of air, as that familiar throb between her legs intensified as you waved your fingers at her again before disappearing into the house. She felt like such a fucking loser. Ready to rub one out right there in the car from watching your ass as you walked away from her.

+ + +

The last couple days have been pretty hectic. Your physics professor sprung a last minute quiz on the class. You had no time to mentally prepare for it and had you not done the reading earlier than you were supposed to, you’re sure you would’ve bombed it. On top of that, there have been several fights at the soup kitchen you volunteer at— someone almost getting stabbed with a dirty needle had it not been for the hired security. You were mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. All of the excitement you had for the weekend was completely swept away. All you wanted to do was hide away in your room so you could recharge enough to take on the next week.

But considering there was going to be a party hosted in your home tonight, you could only hope you would get a text from Abby saying how she was exhausted so you could go to her place. Your roommates were running around setting up for the party. Mila was rearranging the furniture, Bri was hiding all of your valuable and breakable items in the spare room and Cori was with you in the kitchen setting up the kitchen with snacks and drinks as you mixed together hunch punch in a ten gallon cooler that was gonna sit on the kitchen island.

You were pouring all of the juices and fresh fruit into the container before you opened three bottles of tequila to pour over in there. “Oh Lord, this bitch finna have us all in this bitch crip walking and hitting flips,” Mila said as you emptied the bottles.

“Girl, this is like 10% alcohol. It literally tastes like juice,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“That’s what alcoholics say!” Bri shouted from the living room.

“Yeah okay, whatever,” you laughed.

It was after seven o’clock meaning that any moment now people would be pulling up. Just as you twisted and duct taped the lid onto the container, the first wave of people began to fill the open space in your home.

Time passed as you mingled and kept your eyes peeled, watching for any weird behavior. Whenever a party was hosted at your home, you and your roommates felt responsible for everyone’s well being so y’all weren’t afraid to beat somebody’s ass because they wanna start drama or can’t take the word “no”.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Checking the time, it was a little after ten o’clock and you saw a notification from Abby.

+ + +

“Bibi, you’re not serious…” you asked in disbelief.

Abby had arrived at the party quicker than either of you anticipated. Already a couple drinks in, the two of you were in the kitchen sipping on the punch you made earlier.

Abby’s cheeks burned and she felt slightly embarrassed at her admission. Rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand, she nodded. “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I’m very serious.”

You threw your drink in the trash. Your hands rested on your hips as your tipsy mind tried to comprehend the situation. “So you’ve never had an orgasm?” you whisper yelled at her under the loud music. “It’s one thing to not cum while having sex, but you’ve never even made yourself finish?”

“Whenever I tried, I’d get overwhelmed and just stop. And my ex,” she rolled her eyes, “He didn’t give a fuck— don’t even think he actually tried.”

You nodded your head, taking in this new information about your friend. You felt bad. Everyone deserves to have at least one mind blowing, toe curling, back arching orgasm in their life and this poor woman has never had one. Grabbing the blonde by her arm, you jut your chin toward the back stairs and pull her in the same direction. The back stairs led up to the second floor, where your room was. A street sign in your favorite color with your first name in bold lettering hung on the door. Abby smiled as she read the sign Reaching into your bra, you pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

You opened the door to your bedroom and invited her in, locking the door behind you and placing the key in the small bowl that held your car keys. The music playing from your sound bar drowned out the sounds of the party below. You dimmed the lights just enough to set the mood. Abby stood next to your bed awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands as she gazed around your room. The various plants you meticulously placed along with the cozy window seat make the space inviting. In her admiration, she turned her back to you. You eased up behind her, gently placing your hands on her waist. She leaned into your embrace and you began to sway her to the music. The previous song transitioned into Tinashe’s Spacetime.

Abby turned around in your hold and your hands slid underneath her fitted t-shirt. Your cool finger tips sent a welcomed shiver up her spine.

“Bibi, I’m gonna use your misery as an opportunity to tell you something really really important.” you looked her in the eye. Abby nodded, a silent encouragement for you to go ahead. Your cheeks puffed as you blew out a breath, “I’ve liked you since you stole Lord of the Flies from me. And when you told me you were bi, you made my little gay heart palpitate so bad I thought I was gonna pass out. And now that you’ve told me, you’ve never had an orgasm, I just wanna treat you so fucking well. Like, take you on dates and hold your hand and get matching nail art and go to your hockey games wearing a jersey with your last name on it,” you rested your forehead on her chest, digging your fingers into her back. The liquor may have given you the courage to admit your feelings, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking your alcohol fueled actions.

Abby’s warm hands cupped your face, angling it toward her own. Her thumbs swept back and forth on your cheeks as she looked into your eyes. She thought she would find eyes full of tears on the brink of spilling, but instead she found eyes full of something sincere, something that could be described as love if she read into it any further. Flicking her eyes down to your lips, Abby saw you anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. She used one of her thumbs to pull your lip free and leaned in. Your noses touched, lips just millimeters away from each other. Your heart thumped against your ribcage as if it were trying to escape.

“Abigail, if you’re going to kiss me do it before my heart gives out,” you teased, unable to bear her silence. Without any hesitation, Abby pressed her lips to yours. One of her hands pulled you closer by the nape of your neck while the other slid into the back pocket of your jeans and gripped at your ass. You both moaned into the kiss, only pulling away when your lungs were in desperate need of air. Abby rested her forehead against yours, catching her breath. Her blue eyes opened, revealing blown pupils. Standing up straight, Abby’s strong arms wound around your waist and pulled you as close as possible.

“I want to take you on dates too, and hold your hand, and get matching nail art,” she laughed knowing she never gets anything more than a clear topcoat, “and I wanna give you my jersey to wear to my home games so when I look into the stands, I see the prettiest girl who I get to call mine.”

“Yours?”

“Mine,” she said with no room for argument. “My pretty girl.”

You damn near tackled Abby onto your bed. She kicked off her shoes as you tugged at her belt. Shimmying out of her pants, she lifted up and you helped her out of her shirt. When her back touched the plush comforter, you planted one of your hands beside her head while the other traced patterns on her neck and chest. “We don’t have to have sex, we can do whatever you want. I don’t want you to feel like I ambushed you with my feelings just to sleep with you,” you confessed.

Abby pulled you into a kiss, “I’m done waiting. I’ve been waiting since you gave me the death stare after I stole that book,” she looked up at you smugly. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. ‘She wanna play games’ you thought to yourself. Standing up, you toed off your shoes. A cute pout played on the blonde’s face as you pulled your shirt over your head. Finally, shimmying out of your jeans you straddled the half-naked woman who looked real good splayed out on your bed. Abby immediately began to paw at you, touching every inch of skin she could reach. Her hands were perfect. The smoothness of her fingertips contrasting with the calluses on her palms from weight lifting and her time holding a stick.

All of your want for the woman was expressed through your shared kisses and touches. Your lips traveled from hers to across her jaw. You kissed down her neck, desperately searching for the spot that made her weak. She gasped as her back arched when you sucked on the junction between the column of her throat and collar bone. You bit down on the area, soothing the sting with your tongue, and continued to suck until a bright red mark that was sure to bruise later formed.

You kissed down to her chest, placing a kiss in between the valley of her breasts. You cupped them in your hands massaging them through her bra. “Is this okay?” you asked, looking up at her through your lashes. She nodded, making you shake your head. “I need to hear you say it,” you continued to tease her through the thin sports bra.

“Mhm, s’okay. It feels really good,” her voice was breathy.

Abby can’t recall a time she’s ever felt like this. Her cheeks, which she was sure had a pink tint to them, burned under your gaze. Every touch had her clenching around nothing and her clit throbbed, begging for any friction you were willing to grant her. When you asked if you could take off her bra, she hesitated. Having a naturally smaller chest as well as a muscular upper body made her feel somewhat inferior to women who were walking around with C and D-Cups— hell, even B Cups. When you tossed her bra to the floor, her hands were already covering her chest. She looked anywhere but at you.

“Abs, look at me,” you said. Hesitantly, she listened. Taking a hold of her hands you kissed the insides of both wrists, your eyes never leaving hers. You positioned her hands above her head, a silent instruction to keep them there. Reaching behind your back, you unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts from the underwired confines. “I’ll always wanna see this pretty body,” you kissed down the valley of her breasts. “You worked too hard, to hide it from me,” you licked over her left nipple, suckling until it pebbled against your tongue. Abby arched into your mouth, more of her breast pressing against your face. You showed the other the same love before pulling away. Her once pink nipples slightly darkened, courtesy of your mouth. Her abs flexed as you kissed down her stomach. When you began to suck bruises on her hip line, she tried to squeeze her legs together but your body prevented her from attaining any friction. A needy whine left her lips at you denying her pleasure.

Looking up at her you feigned a pout. “What’s the matter babe?” you teased. Your lips found the inside of her thighs as you laid your front flush to the bed. Abby grew needier as she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. Unhappy with her hiding anything from you, you bit her hard, teeth marks etched into her soft skin. Abby gasped at the pleasurable pain and the moan that your actions evoked had you rubbing your own thighs together. “There you go,” you cooed as you ran your tongue over the teeth marks left in her flesh, “You sound so fuckin’ pretty baby,” you placed a kiss on her clothed clit. Abby’s hips bucked against your face as her back went rigid. You saw her knuckles turning white from how tightly she was gripping your comforter. “Don’t tell me that loser bitch never went down on this pretty pussy.”

Embarrassed that you had read the situation so well, she looked away. Raising up from your position, you came face to face with the blonde, lying under you. Grabbing a fistful of her boxers, you pulled them up until the crotch was stretching over her slit. The cotton rubbed against her aching clit and Abby's chest heaved as she tried not to scream. You took her jaw in to your hand and made her face you, “Baby, I’m tryna be nice but if I have to tell you to stop looking away from me again, I’m gonna fuck you until you cry,” you gripped her jaw just enough to convey the seriousness of your words.

“M’sorry,” she blinked up at you in a daze.

“Don’t be sorry,” you kissed her lips and let go of her boxers, “Just trust me when I say I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” Abby nodded. and reached up she reached up to kiss you again. Your hand slipped past the cotton concealing her most intimate area. The slick that coated your fingers had you both moaning into the kiss. Abby’s hips bucked against your hand, chasing the pleasure she’d been craving. Removing your hand, Abby whined at the loss of contact. You sucked her essence off your fingers and swear you could’ve cum just from the little taste you got.

“Can I take these off?” you asked. Abby lifted her hips giving you silent permission. You looked over the blonde’s completely naked body and wanted nothing more than to worship her perfect body. With a chaste kiss, you laid back down, now face to face with her bare cunt. Sparse dark blonde hairs trailed from her navel to the hood of her clit. The landing strip was a nice touch.

Wasting no time, you licked a stripe up her slit. You both moaned— you at the sweet slick coating your tongue and her because your tongue was unlike anything she’d ever felt down there. Abby’s legs squeezed around your head and you didn’t bother fighting it, knowing that you would happily suffocate between her legs. You wrapped your hands under her thighs, to bring yourself impossibly closer to her pussy. A smile played on your lips as you flicked the tip of your tongue over her clit.

Abby was trembling. Your tongue expertly licked through her folds, gathering every drop of slick that dripped from her sopping hole. She didn’t know what to do. When you pinched her thigh, she loosened her legs. You spread her wet lips apart and spit on her clit. Diving back in you suck her engorged clit into your mouth. A wanton moan left Abby as she thrashed against your hold. One of her hands found your hair. Her fingertips found the roots of your hair and tugged. The sting in your scalp had you moaning and grinding your hips into the mattress.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Abby cried out as you roughly sucked in her clit. Dropping your head a little lower, you plunged your tongue into her drooling hole. You groaned into the sticky flesh as you lapped up every drop of her essence. Her wetness coated your lips and chin and leaked onto the sheets. Releasing one of her thighs, you eased two fingers inside her.

“You taste so good, baby. Could keep my face buried in this pussy forever,” you pet her clit with your tongue. You worked your fingers in and out of her opening trying different angles. A particular one had Abby clenching around your fingers and tightening her fingers in your hair. “Right there?” you asked. She nodded her head fervently. Taking her clit in between your teeth, adding just enough pressure to make it pleasurable, her legs shook.

“Yes, please! Right there— fuck, right there!” Abby cried as you continued to pleasure her.

That familiar feeling began to wind inside Abby’s abdomen. That overwhelming feeling that had her running away from her own pleasure. She began to shuffle up the bed. Having none of it, you sat up and placed your body weight on top of her. You never stopped your ministrations as you came face to face with the woman once again. Abby looked up at you with her pretty blue eyes that have now glossed over with tears.

“Why’re you cryin’ mama?” you kissed her, the remainder of her juices still coating your lips. “Hm?”

“S’too much,” she tried to wiggle away from your hand.

“Uhn uhn,” you shook your head. You put your thumb on her clit, circling it as you continued to bury your fingers inside her. “Roll your hips up toward my hand,” you instructed. Nodding, Abby followed your instructions. With every roll of her hips the fire behind her navel began to grow. The lines between pleasure and discomfort were beyond blurred. “There you go. Chase it, baby.”

Abby’s eyes fluttered shut as she moved faster. You felt her walls begin to spasm around your fingers. “Look at me when I make you cum,” you ordered. Abby opened her eyes to meet yours. Your pupils were blown and glazed over with unadulterated lust. You looked at her with so much care, she could’ve sobbed then and there. Never has she ever been put first when I came to sex. But with you? She felt like she could get lost in your touch and showers of affection forever. Your words helped work her up.

“You can take it,”

“Just like that, babe,”

“I gotchu, ’m right here,”

It snuck up on her, taking you both by surprise. Abby’s eye rolled back as her orgasm washed over her. Her hips bucked wildly as wallowed in her bliss. You leaned in for a kiss as you continued to fuck her through her orgasm. Post orgasm Abby was a sight to see. Cheeks flushed, strands of dark blonde hair sticking to her dewy skin, chest heaving up and down, and her bottom lip wobbling. You placed a few more chaste kisses to her lips as you withdrew your fingers from her sensitive cunt. Not being able to stop yourself, you licked up the remainder of her essence from your fingers.

“You okay?” you kissed her forehead.

“Better than okay,” she nodded, that amazing smile coming into view. Abby leaned up to kiss you again, pulling you flush to her body. She ran her hands down your body, grabbing at the fat of your ass. Your whimper into her mouth had her drawing away. “What about you? You okay?” her hand continued to rub your ass.

“I’m good, don’t worry about me,” you lied through your teeth. You’d been throbbing since your first kiss and the stickiness in your panties had become rather uncomfortable. Despite all that, Abby was the priority for tonight. If it came down to it, you’d rub one out in the bathroom after she fell asleep.

“Babe, don’t lie to me. Tell me what I can do for you,” she kissed your neck.

You pulled your underwear down and kicked them off onto the floor. “Spread your legs for me?” you asked. Abby did as instructed. You spread your lips apart, revealing your swollen clit. Dropping your hips, you pressed your clit to Abby’s. Both of your moans echoed throughout the space. You rocked your hips quickly, increasing the friction. The sounds of Abby’s moans and your mixing juices pushed you further and further to the edge. As the knot in your belly tightened, you pressed your chest to Abby’s and stuck your face in the crook of her neck, kissing where you could reach.

The feeling of your soaked cunt on hers had Abby fucking you back. Your hips rolled together in tandem. That familiar feeling had made itself known again, but this time Abby welcomed it with open arms.

“Oh my— fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again,” Abby gasped as her hips stuttered.

Retreating from her neck, you kissed Abby hard. “Cum with me baby,” you gasped, “Wanna cum all over this pretty pussy.”

A few more rolls of your hips had you both screaming as your clits caught one another, sending you over the edge into a sea of ecstasy. You both continued to grind, using each other to prolong your highs. You were trembling like a leaf above Abby as you rested your forehead against hers, panting as you both caught your breaths.

Abby’s hands smoothed over your sides. She tilted her head back to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands found the sides of her neck, thumbs swooping back and forth over her cheeks as you kissed her back. “I’ll be right back,” you got up from the bed and sauntered into your en suite. When reentered your bedroom, Abby was lying there, hand thrown over her eyes with a goofy smile playing on her lips. She didn’t notice your presence until the bed dipped under your weight. You gently spread Abby’s legs and cleaned her up with the warm washcloth. Discarding the rag somewhere on the floor amongst your clothes, the two of you snuggled together under the soft sheets. You hooked your leg over her hip and drew her as close as possible.

Abby watched you with sleepy eyes. She felt content. Here she was, cuddled up with a woman she had been yearning for.

ఌ︎. a/n #2: if y'all have any thots or questions about hockey player!abby hit my inbox!

#⌁₊˚⊹ mywriting ⊹˚₊⌁#wlw #lesbian #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x black!fem!reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #hockey player!abby #the last of us part 2 #tlou2 #the last of us 2

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hockeygossipdaily · 5 days ago

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Idk if you’ve seen the thread but it’s this whole thing like since they both grew up in Toronto playing in the gthl hockey is huge but the hockey community is tight knit everyone knows each other In Toronto if u play hockey anyways Jack was best friends with brandt’s older brother and so he and Luke hung out all the time and they were friends they commented and liked each others posts and hung out and then the Hughes’ moved to Michigan and there’s an interview somewhere where brandt is complimenting them and stuff but closer to his and Luke’s draft something kinda changes and it seems like Clarke is kinda annoyed Luke and the Hughes’ left him and that whole Toronto friend group behind and felt slighted so he threw in a couple digs and then before the world juniors game they played against each other in 2023 brandt said something about USA not really being a physical team but they have a lot of skilled guys that can go off anytime and Luke’s asked about it and he gets like really annoyed and sassy like were physical so idk why he said that like not his usual tone with the media which kinda indicates there’s beef and then brandt scores on him and goes on to win gold lol anyways skip to now him and Quinn going at it and in the box ppl think Clarke was mentioning the Hughes family something like you’re whole family are jokes you’re a fucking joke and something else and Quinn says something like it’s a 3-1 game you’re nothing or whatever anyways point is I think there’s more beef behind it than a regular hockey brawl and I love Quinn but ppl on twitter just dick riding him are jumping up saying Clarke is nothing Quinn won the Norris like ya Quinn is better he’s like 6 years older but Clarke is having like one of the best starts for a defensemen in like decades so I guess ppl should just chill when just going for either player cu. there’s more to the backstory

Sounds like he’s just salty. Quinn’s gradually gotten better each year and truly is a good defensemen so I don’t think it’s dick riding i think it’s people genuinely starting to see he’s a good captain who led his team to playoffs in his first year as captain and was number one in the division twice while also being a Norris winner so he deserves his flowers.

(I don’t watch kings hockey and literally didn’t know who this guy was so I can’t really compare the two)

Also being “left behind” what does that even entail? Luke going to umich? Getting drafted by Jersey???

#q. hughes #l. hughes #Clark Brandt #hockey tea #hockey gossip

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catgirl-kaiju · 5 months ago

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i don't want anyone to start shit with tumblr user velvetvexations, but i do have some criticisms about the way she seems to operate.

when visiting her blog and looking her up in the tumblr search function, i see a pattern of behavior where she will go into people's ask boxes to badger folks who post about transmisogyny, interpretting many comments regarding the subject to be anti-transmasc, even when transmasc people are not even mentioned. she refers to this as "activism", but it reads more as a petulant "debate me" behavior that serves only to start fights with people she disagrees with.

this tendancy of hers is why i'm not @ing her or tagging her in this post, and why i've blocked her. i have no interest in dealing with a combative stranger on the internet.

i find it curious that she puts so much effort into harassing people who disagree with the transandrophobia model of talking about transmasc issues, or even just people who post about transmisogyny in a way she feels demonizes transmasc folks (just based on vibes, i guess), while putting very little effort into actually spreading awareness about the challenges that transmasc folks face.

like, i may disagree with transandrophobia being an appropriate or productive way to model the kinds of challenges unique to transmasc folks, but that doesn't mean that i think transmasc issues aren't worth talking about and making space for. i mostly post abt transfem stuff, bc that's what i most easily relate to, and it's what i can speak to from my experiences. but i do actually try to boost posts from transmasc folks that talk about transmasc issues and the transmasc experience. transmasc folks are an important part of my life and my community; i want them to be heard and cared about.

but, under the narrow conception of someone like velvetvexations, i actually hate transmasc folks bc i don't talk abt their issues and experiences the specific way she wants people to. and, frankly, it's strange that she seems to consider herself an authority in this area when she is not able to speak from a transmasc perspective. i think her energy would be much better spent boosting the words of transmasc folks speaking to their own experiences and drawing attention to causes that can address the challenges that they face, instead of trying to police the speech of her fellow transfems.

anyway, i think it would be hypocritical of me, on some level, to insist that she should boost the speech of transmasc folks and draw attention to causes that aid transmascs without doing that myself. so, i'll be taking a moment to post some links here to charitable causes that benefit transmascs:

Tbuddy bridges the critical gap in mental health support for transmasculine individuals by fostering a safe, 24/7 peer support network that leverages the power of lived experience. Through compassionate and confidential connections, we combat isolation, depression, and empower transmasculine individuals to thrive.

you can donate to Tbuddy on their website and you can apply for their services and resources if you are a transmasc person in need. they have been around since 2017, and were founded in response to the 51% suicide rate among transmasc folks at the time, seeking to combat the issues that drive transmasc people to suicidality.

DCATS (DC Area Transmasculine Society) is a trans-led nonprofit organization that serves to advance the lives of transmasculine folks by providing resources that help overcome the social, economic, and health-related barriers to living authentically. Founded in 1998 as a monthly support group, DCATS has transformed into an organization that offers a variety of services to meet our community's needs.

DCATS has a donate option on their website, as well as methods of contact, events, and programs.

Trans Masculine Alliance Houston is a peer led community group for anyone assigned female at birth (AFAB) who identifies as FtM, transmasculine, non-binary, or who is questioning their gender. TMAH’s mission is to provide a safe and supportive environment for the transmasculine community. We hold workshops, community building and social activities, and meet to engage in discussion of issues related to transmasculine identity. Additionally, we are working on a program to help offset the cost of gender affirming surgeries and name/gender marker filing fees.

there does not appear to be a place to donate on their website, but they do have a directory of various resources pertinent to transmasc needs, some of them specific to the Houston area, and some more widely accessible.

i'm gonna stop there, just bc this post is already SO long, but anyone feel free to post more in the reblogs. also, transmascs, feel free to post any of your donation or fundraising links on this post. i will do my best to boost!

alright end of post, g'night y'all!

#late night scout #trans #transmasc #trans solidarity #queer #discourse cw #long post cw #trans charity #transgender #trans men #trans mental health #tw suicidality #tw suicide #queer community

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Hey! I just found your fics and love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a fluff fic of bsd characters x a gender neutral reader who has lost their voice or is mute. I don’t know who you write, but maybe atsushi or sigma? Thanks :DDD

BSD W/ Mute GN!Reader !! ��‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Sigma, Atsushi ♡

Description; As the title says!! I'm not really sure what else to add lol

Warnings/Disclaimers; Sigmas is a little longer than Atsushis, so apologies for that! They are both pretty similar, but I did my best!! ♡

A/N; Ahhh this is so cute!!! Absolutely!! I'm going to post like...a master list of characters I will write for soon, but I will absolutely write for them!! I really hope I fulfilled this request respectfully!!

Sigma !! ༉‧₊˚.

Sigma spends all of his free time obsessing over his customers at the Sky Casino. Any medical issue or detail, he'll know about it and do his very best to accommodate you. He's very aware of your inability or unwillingness to speak, but that would not stop him from trying to communicate with you.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Mid-poker game, you started to feel a bit parched, and that feeling is what led you to the bar. You weren't exactly in the mood for anything else on the menu, so you settled on water. While the bartender catered to other customers, you grabbed one of the napkins and a pen, jotting down the letters. While you wrote it down, you could almost feel someone staring holes into the back of your head. You turned around, only to see no one in particular looking at you. You twisted back around, feeling a bit unsettled.

A couple seconds later, you're surprised to see someone appear next to you, completely disregarding all of the open seats. The man sits down, his long hair falling gracefully over his shoulders. He smiles before grabbing a napkin and a pen, scribbling onto the thin paper.

"I don't mean to be creepy or rude, but you look lovely. You're very good at poker, too." You read on the note. You smile a bit and nod, scribbling down a reply. "Thanks, I like your hair. It's a pretty color." You pass the paper back. The bartender brings you your water and you hesitate to get up, noticing the man scribbling down something else. "My name is Sigma, yours?"

You think for a minute, deciding whether or not you wanted to give your real name. This guy claims his name is Sigma, you've never heard such a ridiculous thing, but he was dressed nicely and seemed sweet. You grabbed the pen.

"Y/n. Do you talk? Sorry if that's rude lol" The paper is now back in his hands. You can see a smile appear on his face. Instead of grabbing the pen again, he nods. "Yes, I do. Would it make you more comfortable if I verbally talked to you?" He said with the tilt of his head. "I just know you don't, so I thought maybe you'd feel a little less alarmed by me, but I guess it makes me seem weirder." He says with a quiet and embarrassed chuckle, his deep voice throwing you off a little.

You had a lot of questions. How does this man know you can't/don't talk? Who gave him that whack ass haircut? Why was he so interested in you? Not that you really minded his company, but why? You decided to quickly sum up your thoughts, unfolding the napkin and writing gently, hoping the thin sheet wouldn't rip.

"Either is fine. Your voice is nice. How'd you know I don't speak? And what made you wanna come up to me?" He read it over and you could tell he was grateful for the compliment.

"Oh, thank you. I just know my customers very well and do my best to accommodate them. I feel like that's something a good manager should do. And I don't know, I just noticed you stepping away from the table and thought I should take the chance to voice my thoughts." He says, his voice firm as he makes continuous eye contact with you. He rests his head in one of his hands. You grab a new napkin, the original being filled up with conversation. The sound of the ink transferring from the ballpoint to the the napkin going unheard because of the noisy surrounding.

"That is, be careful though, some people might think you're a stalker. You seem like a good person to run this place. And that's very sweet of you, thank you." You slide the paper back over to him, taking a sip of your water. A couple of minutes ago, you were slightly off put by Sigmas presence, but you didn't mind it one bit now. You actually enjoyed it a little, it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable like most conversations strangers strike up with you in public. Sigma let out a quiet chuckle, nodding.

"You're right, you're right. You're also very interesting. I would really love to talk to you more, do you think you'll return to the Sky Casino soon?" Sigma asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he bites down on the inside of his cheek. He nervously watches you pick the pen up and scribble down a couple words.

"We've barley talked, but I absolutely plan on coming back. Do you want my number?" He reads the paper, nodding. Not too enthusiastically, but making sure he doesn't seem disinterested. You smile and write the numbers down clearly.

"###-###-####, if you message me I'll reply before I go to sleep, left my phone in my suite." With that, you continue sipping your water as you walk away from the bar. If you said you weren't feeling a little giddy you would be a big fat liar. You look around the casino, trying to decide what you wanted to do or play next, your heart a little warmer and your throat a little less dry.

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When returning to your casino suite, you were greeted with a dry and message-less phone. You thought perhaps Sigma had either blew you off or he was busy with his manager-ly duties. You brushed it off and practically fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow, drifting off into a dreamless rest.

The next morning, however, you received the message you were anticipating so highly.

"Hey, so sorry I didn't message until late. Would you like to go to get something to eat in the morning, maybe?" You smiled, typing out you're reply.

"Sounds good, when and where?"

Atsushi Nakajima !! ༉‧₊˚.

Atsushi is unaware at first, thinking you were just quiet and reserved, but once he's informed by Ranpo that you're infact mute, he actually tries to communicate with you more.

Scenario ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

The sun shines through the windows of the ADA, hitting your back warmly. You filled out the papers you were given, neatly writing down words on a mission report. The soft singing of birds occasionally served as distractions, pulling your attention away and out the window. You're pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the door opening, light footsteps walking through the open space.

Atsushi and Kyouka were in the middle of eating some donuts that they presumably bought for everyone in the ADA, considering the large quantity. They had two dozen donuts, including the ones in their hands.

"Hey, Y/N! Uhm, we have some donuts if you want some! There's a bunch of different kinds." Atsushi says, walking towards your desk with the donuts. This time around, Atsushi seemed far more confident when speaking to you. He proudly set the donuts on your desk with a few napkins, letting you have your pick. You picked out your two favorites of the flavors, setting them on the napkin and smiling up at him, giving him a small, appreciative nod.

Atsushi smiled back, his cheeks slightly pink. You both can hear the door open and turn back to see Ranpo and Yosano walking in, mid-conversation with each other. Ranpo almost immediately spots the boxes of donuts and double takes, making his way over.

"Oooo, these looks real good, Atsushi! Did ya get them from that new place down the street?* He asks, taking a bite of one of the donuts. "Oh, yeah. Kyouka wanted to try it." Kyouka nods in confirmation, humming in satisfaction with her strawberry-frosted donut. "Ohhh, and I see you worked up the courage to talk to y/n, too!" Ranpo giggles, pointing over at your donuts. Atsushi started to blush a bit more, his eyes averting to you at your desk.

You tilt your head curiously. Ranpo notices, deciding to answer the question he (correctly) assumed you had.

"Atsushi was all nervous to talk with you because he thought you didn't like interacting with everyone." You nod in understanding, softly laughing. Atsushi scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry, I hope that's not weird or nothin'." Atsushi mumbles.

You just shake your head, reassuring him that it's alright. You took a post-it from your desk and started scribbling down some writing before peeling it from the stack and passing it to him. He softly whispers the sentence aloud to himself.

"You can talk to me anytime, I don't bite. I think you're very cool." A smile appears on his face. "Thank you! That's very nice of you. I would compliment something about you, but I really don't know all that much. You look very nice, though. Maybe we could...y'know, set something up and get to know each other? Hang out?" He says, blushing as he looks anywhere but into your eyes.

You smile and nod, grabbing the post-it gently from his hands. You write down your phone number and put a little heart next to it, also writing down specific times you're going to be free within the next week. You hand back the paper to him and he smiled, nodding.

"Alright, I'm free friday night, too. Is there any other day you'd prefer more or..?" He asks, trying to ensure that friday night is the best option. You just shake you're head and mouth "No, Friday." He smiles "Alright, then it's...it's a date." He grins and makes his way back over to his desk, giggling and grinning like an idiot.

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