#somehow be about women? like genuinely. how would i know that? i'm tired of people making an issue out of things like this...

[dumbdomb]

image of my tags from reblog, which read: it ain't women's lingerie if a man's wearing it though. that's men's lingerie now. and he looks real good in 'em too. 😘

hey, that's cool. nothing wrong with women wearing women's lingerie. i responded in tags with additional positivity about men wearing lingerie. my pov was that clothes are pointlessly gendered and my tags reflect the position that if a man is wearing lingerie, then he could feel good about it as a man. your response changes the original post, which was not about women, but i hold the same position i wrote in my tags: if a woman is wearing lingerie, then it's women's lingerie and she'd look real good in 'em too. 💖

thinks abyout men in women's lingerie and runs fast as fuck face first into a brick wall

[certifiedsexed]

Hi! So, I'm asexual. I know I'm asexual. Like, I didn't realize sex was something people my age were engaging in until I was in like grade 11 because I felt such a disconnect and assumed media just blew everything about sex way out of proportion. I'm also somewhere between sex repulsed and sex neutral. The thought of having sex either seems like and absolute chore (on good days) or is something that makes me feel- no joke- pure , visceral revulsion at the mere thought (on bad ones.) However, I WANT to want sex more than anything. I think on SOME days I'd be ok with being the recieving partner, but I'd never want to reciprocate (ESPECIALLY when it comes to oral sex, thats is something I have always had a really strong negative reaction to thinking about) but being willing to take it and not reciprocate out seems unfair to whoever I'd be with (i've been told it's selfish or rude when i've expressed this to friends), even if me engaging in any sort of sexual activity in the first place would be for their sake (relationships are about compromise and thats a compromise I'd be okay with). That said, I'm not sure a partner out there like that exists and I'm tired of the well meaning bullshit I get from friends being like 'you'll find someone who's gonna love you for you' because no, I haven't and chances are I won't. I'm biromantic, but I experience more attraction to women but still wouldn't really want to have sex with any of them, and considering theres a lot of buzz about how 'lesbian sex is the best sex' because both partners typically consistently and frequently get off, it seems like a bit of a reach to think I could find a girl willing to date me who doesn't want sex. Yes, other asexual folks exist, but considering i don't tend to advertize the fact I'm ace and because I don't dress in a way that could get me clocked as queer, I don't tend to meet a lot (read, any) ace people in my daily life. ANYWAY this is kind of a really in depth plea of me basically asking if there is any resource or literature that can teach me or make me not necessarily DESIRE sex (because I know that can't happen) but mentally become okay with engaging in sex. Like could I, a generally sex repulsed asexual, somehow become a sex favourable asexual through some sort of therapy or other means?

Hi!

Here's the thing, Anon. It's not unfair, selfish or rude to prefer not to reciprocate and/or "take it" during sex. That's just a preference. In fact, in the lesbian community, that's often called being a "stone bottom".

Your friends are in fact incorrect and you should know that having sexual preferences like that are never unfair or rude: you just have to communicate with your partner(s). It's literally fine.

But also, you're talking about being sex repulsed. Sex feels like a chore to you. It's not a good idea to look at sex as a chore you're willing to do for your partner. Especially when sex does make you feel ill often enough it's worth noting.

I'm not saying you can't do it but I am saying if you don't pay attention to your own boundaries, you might just wind up resenting your partner and not being able to tell where your "Hard No's" [As in boundaries that are non-negotiable and that you are not compromising on!!!] are.

It's okay if sex is a Hard No for you, even if it doesn't always make you feel ill. That's your right.

And yes, there is a lot of buzz about lesbian sex being the best. (Which partially has a lot to do with lesbophobia and the cisheteronormative views on lesbian sex "not even being sex".) But that does not mean it's a reach that another girl would want to date you without sex.

It doesn't have to be a girl who doesn't want sex, Anon; there are so many different ways to have sex and ways people enjoy it. For example, there are people who only enjoy masturbation or simply don't mind not having sex with others, especially if it means they can date someone they like.

I genuinely can't help you on finding something that will make you "okay" with engaging in sex and I'm really sorry, Anon.

You could try a sex therapist (they're supposed to be equipped for all manners of issues related to sex) but I don't feel comfortable pointing to any specific therapy methods when a lot of them are based in the idea people are "wrong" in some way for being sex repulsed and they're often hurtful and unhealthy.

But I can say that I'd really recommend joining some online ace communities, specifically with other lesbians/sapphics and talk to some other ace people there. This isn't a you issue, Anon, these are all very common worries that ace people, specifically alloace people have and it might help to talk to other people with similar experiences.

I wish I could help more. Let me know if you have any other questions, Anon. <3

[mrnightingale]

About the whole NG thing, two things I want to say: I haven't read the article yet, I intend to read it in the near future but I need to be in a Good Mood and take care of myself first.

But I know the trigger warnings. I have an idea. And when I first saw them I only could think "this is so much worse than everything I could have imagined". I haven't been in touch w the news since August I think, when I stopped interacting w the GO fandom bc I lost interest, but in my mind there were only the allegations of only two women. I always believed and will believe and support the victims, but sincerely I didn't know what to expect when more information came out, and this is so much worse. I was staying in the edge bc of the lack of information, and given that I only started reading his work last year, I wasn't really involved w him.

I know there are some ppl saying that the news have been around long enough to process the information, but this is not what I was prepared for at first. And I'm genuinely scared of reading the article bc I really don't know how much worse it can be. How monstrous he is, how much did his victims suffer. I want to cry only thinking about it.

I know I won't be able to separate his work from the article once I read it, so I want to be prepared first.

And the thing is, I don't even like him all that much. I didn't grow up reading his work, he didn't have a strong impact in my life (except for the Coraline movie that was released when I was still a child, but that's the only one). But he is the first and only writer that caught my attention that wasn't dead half a century ago. I've always read classics, and I'm actually quite tired of not having any modern literature I can enjoy. I didn't grow up reading Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. I don't have any books in common with my reader friends.

And he was the first I really wanted to read, and I was starting to discover his work when the first news came out. But time has passed and somehow, even if I don't read *his* books, he's involved one way or another with absolutely everything I kinda like rn. And it's a lot. Bc of Good Omens I discovered David Tennant and Michael Sheen, and now they're my favourite actors, then Doctor Who and Sandman and DBDA, and even if it's not bc of him, that doesn't quit the fact that he's involved with the story. I'm genuinely thinking of becoming an actor and he is part of it. Even if GO is also written by Pratchett, even if there's a lot of people who aren't like him in the creation of Sandman, even if dbda is Steve's creation, even if he only wrote two or three Who chapters, he's everywhere. How can he be literally everywhere.

I can appreciate a good piece of art, and I can enjoy it till some point even if I know there's a bad story behind it, but I know not everyone is like this. And I don't mean separate the art from the artist. I mean having in mind that a horrible person can do meaningful art. And I know that apparently there are much more ppl he hurted, and I can only think how would it be for them. Knowing that you can't really escape from his name. Knowing that he's so "important" that some people will support him no matter what. It's horrible, really.

Maybe I'm only interacting with the media he's involved with, but that doesn't make it any better, bc I can't believe I only connect deeply with art corrupted by his name on it.

I'm deliberately not doing any GO or Sandman art, bc I know that's promoting his work and he still can gain from it, but even if dw and dbda have nothing to do with him, I can't stop thinking that maybe he's still involved enough w it that somehow he's still gaining smth from it... Idk.

I don't know what to do, actually. I think no one does. I know I didn't felt the betrayal that all the fans of his work felt. I know we should shut the fuck up about the discussion of his work and focus on the victims. I know some people will disagree with me and say I shouldn't enjoy something bc that's supporting a monster. I really don't want to support him, but he's even where he shouldn't. What the fuck.

I think only now I'm starting to realize why he's such a disappointment for everyone. He really was an important artist in the industry. He really inspired a lot of good people. His work really was meaningful and was an escape for a lot of people who suffered a lot. People who suffered as much as he make his victims suffer. It's ironic, really.

Idk, I just wanted to write it down. Everyone is dealing with it in their own way...

[heartingw]

If you're too shy (let me know) - Ellie Williams

Warning: adult content even if not explicit; pining!ellie and pining!reader; ellie being lowkey a tease; kind of invasion of privacy; praising; making out; dina being a good friend; jesse is reader's brother, but reader's physical characteristics is not implied (safe space for all women); ellie being so damn in love with reader; heavy petting; joel is not dead here; a little bit perverted, but mostly romantic; maybe typos and bad writing since i'm not an english speaker; both pov's, but you'll know; also me being fucking cheesy, so if you don't like it, don't read the final 'letter'. I'm a romantic, sorry.

Words: almost 3k.

A/N: I hope it's not bad and too rushed. If you see anything weird in the writing, please let me know and I'll fix it immediately. I don't have a beta reader, so…

♥ To be Ellie's patrol partner you had to know that she often went on patrol looking extremely tired from spending hours of the night strumming her guitar, drawing, or writing songs.

Jesse and Dina were already used to trying to hold some kind of conversation with her - or gossip, Ellie loved a good gossip - to keep her awake and alert all the way back to Jackson in those days. But it was a little hard to do that all the time, since most of the time they didn't have much knowledge about her personal hobbies. And neither of them were particularly good at drawing or creative enough to write song lyrics.

That's why Ellie ended up, somehow, getting close to you.

Since you're Jesse's sister, she's known you pretty much since when she arrived in Jackson years ago. A shy girl who only answered when you were spoken to or when Jesse forced it out of you. Ellie never minded. In fact, she hadn't even paid much attention to you at first. Living in Jackson, having a peaceful life after the hell she and Joel had gone through had left her a little bewildered for the first few months.

Honestly, she only started talking to people because Dina decided that they would become best friends whether she wanted to or not and started talking to the green eyed girl at any opportunity. And Jesse, as a good boyfriend, went along.

Ellie was 16 when you heard her playing guitar at dawn on the porch of her house.

Though still a little shy, you apologized and immediately recognized the song Ellie was playing, one Joel had just taught her. Smiling and singing the rest of the lyrics that you had interrupted. And even a little embarrassed to have been seen playing outside, Ellie couldn't help but be intrigued by you for the first time in two years.

Over the time, the friendship grew as well as an internal conflict within Ellie.

She found that you liked several different types of music and sometimes hummed the lyrics to her. That your brother had found a music player that still worked and that you were able to charge it and since then you always listened to music before bed. That you, just like her, liked to write, but you never showed anything you wrote. Ellie didn't mind that much, tho. After all, she never showed anyone her private notes either.

She had noticed that you always had a soft smile when she played any song for you. That you had the habit of biting your lower lip and that you lifted your eyebrows while talking to people, giving them full attention.

She noticed that you rejected all men who approached you with the intention of flirting. And that you never looked at any of them with any kind of desire. Ellie also noticed how much you liked her hands and that your eyes always went to her mouth when she wet her lips with her tongue.

When Ellie realized how much she paid attention to you, she understood how fucked she was.

Jesse's sister. The girl she knew who had grown into a fucking beautiful woman. Who had also become a close friend. Who liked music, liked to write (God knows what), and that seemed genuinely curious when Ellie spoke some random curiosity about space.

Suddenly you had become the reason Ellie wrote romantic lyrics and poems during the night.

On your 22nd birthday Ellie found out she wasn't exactly discreet about her feelings for you. Her eyes widened when Dina sat next to her in your small party and asked if it was that year she would finally take her chance and confess to you.

Ellie didn't even know if you were into women, she wasn't going to spoil your friendship like that.

After most of the people had left the party, Ellie approached you. You looked fucking pretty in a summer dress and Ellie was feeling like crap for having to force herself not to look at your legs and breasts.

"Hey, I have something for you."

You interrupted what you were saying to Jesse and turned fully to her, a cheerful smile on your face. "Oh, so that's why you brought your backpack. I was wondering why you came here with it."

"Did you really think I wasn't going to give you anything for your birthday?" Ellie asked you with a side smile and teasing voice. "So much faith on me, I see."

She pulled a notebook out of her backpack. The cover was adorned with constellations and symbols of zodiac signs - Ellie had told you how people used to relate the day they were born to personalities and you had become obsessed with it.

Your eyes widened, delighted with the gift and your hands slowly moved towards the notebook, picking up gently while whispering her name like you couldn't believe what you were seeing. In the blink of an eye you already had your arms around her neck, hugging her tight and putting your face on her neck.

"Fuck, Ellie, thank you so, so much! I've wanted a new one for so long and Jesse never brought me one from patrols." Your voice was charged with emotion as you thanked her in her ear. Ellie knew that writing was like therapy for you – you'd already mentioned this several times –, she also remembered when you complained to her you had already filled out all the pages of your notebook and Jesse never brought a new one, but always brought something to Dina.

"Maybe I didn't give you one so you wouldn't write those things anymore, can you imagine if our parents read that?" Ellie's eyes turned to Jesse, who was smiling and teasing his sister with no real malice involved. "I didn't even know you knew those things. So intense that I blushed."

Quickly you turned to slap your brother's arm, your ears and cheeks red, and mouth slightly open with shock. "You weren't even supposed to have touched that notebook, let alone read it!" Your voice sounded high-pitched.

"My little sister, now a woman. Writing p- ow!" Dina pulled on Jesse's ear, causing a groan of pain from the man who then burst out laughing and gave you a bear hug. "Chill out, I'm just joking."

Ellie watched as Jesse laughed and you tried to get out of his embrace still trying to slap his arm weakly. Dina also laughed as she told her boyfriend to leave his sister alone.

If there was one thing Ellie was very proud of about herself, it was that she always minded her own business and respected others' privacy. But what her friend said was like a vortex in her head. Jesse asking what you would do if your parents read what you wrote. You, all red and embarrassed.

What the fuck do you write in your notebooks? ♥

It was one of those days that Ellie went on patrol extremely sleepy.

It wasn't something she was proud of, but this time it wasn't her fault. It was yours. What do you usually write? She thought maybe it was something like horror, but Ellie knew you were fearful and didn't like to be scared. And horror wouldn't leave that fucking beautiful red color on your cheeks.

Could it be something naughty?

God, Ellie fucking knew you had a perverted side that you let slip once or twice, but you're not as open about it as her or Dina. Did you write dirty stuff in your notebook? What would you write about? About characters you created? About people you knew? About yourself? Ellie scolded herself at the thought you could write about her.

If you were to write about her, what would you write?

"I hope there won't be any infected today or we will die in less than 2 minutes," Dina said with a teasing voice. "What got you so distracted today?"

Letting out a sigh, Ellie decided to trust Dina. It's not like her friend is going to tell Jesse what she was going to say anyway. If there's one thing Dina believed in the 'chicks before dicks' code. Honestly, Ellie needed to unravel before she went crazy.

"It's just," she cleared her throat. "I can't fucking stop thinking about what Jesse said at the party. About the notebook."

"Oh, that," the brunette let out a low chuckle as she shook her head. "Well, I might know a thing or two, but I won't tell you."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Thought I was your best friend." Ellie's voice sounded playful. "C'mon, throw me a bone."

Dina felt bad she was having so much fun at Ellie's expense, but she couldn't help but find it funny how the auburn-haired girl wanted to know anything that was related to you. As she got older, Ellie had become a more closed off person and disinterested in other people outside her personal circle. Seeing her grow closer to you was impressive to say, at least. Dina liked you much better than Cat.

"Look, Jesse didn't give many details, but that day he seemed a little dumbfounded by what he read," Dina spoke as she led her horse to go slower. They were arriving at the patrol building. "He commented something about how he didn't imagine you'd write those things, but that he should have expected it by now, since you're an adult."

When they arrived at the building, Ellie and Dina got off the horses and grabbed their backpacks. As they walked up the stairs, Dina wondered if she was doing the right thing by telling her friend what she knew, but she was tired of seeing the two of you obviously crushing on each other without doing anything about it.

"Listen up, I didn't tell you anything. You don't know anything! But Jesse said you wrote about girls. Intimate letters about girls. Now can you stop making excuses for yourself and try to get your fucking dream girl?"

Ellie was not religious, but she thanked God at that moment for the opportunity. You liking girls was a victory. Now she needed to convince you that the two of you would be fucking awesome together.

♥

If Ellie thanked God earlier, now she was cursing him. If he really existed, he was doing some kind of cruel test on her.

A simple and very organized room. It was easy to see what you liked when she walked in. Your books, your posters, your desk with some pencils and pens lying around. The slightly open drawer that Ellie could see the notebook she had given you as a gift inside.

She couldn't hear you in the bathroom, since it was downstairs. She didn't even know if you would take a long time in the shower. But her eyes were glued to the drawer and her fingers were itching to pick up the notebook and read at least one page of what you wrote.

"Fuck," she whispered as she got closer to the drawer. "I'm such a fucking bad person."

And it was at that moment that she, without making a noise, opened the drawer.

♥

Even with the world pretty much ending, you loved the fact that Jackson allowed people to have a little bit of peace. This allowed you to dress more comfortably - you were not one of the people responsible for patrols - so wearing dresses, for example, wasn't a problem for you. And you liked it.

Which led you to wear a dress today. Today, the day Ellie had arranged to watch a movie with you. In her house.

With limited resources, you had to make do with the basics of personal hygiene. Soap and a simple shampoo did their best to keep you clean and smelling good. And you had to admit you used it a lot to always make a good impression on Ellie.

The girl with a freckled face and green eyes you've been in love with since you were 14 years old.

But today Ellie was acting differently. Ever since you came out of the bathroom, already dressed, she was acting weird. Not a bad weird, but weird all the same.

You could tell Ellie was touching you more than usual. Her hand guiding you by soft touches in you back while taking you to her house, sending shivers down your neck. Her whispering things in your ear as if she was telling you a secret and 'unintentionally' touching her lips to your ear while sitting on her couch during the movie. Her voice sounding hoarser than usual. Jesus Christ, you didn't even know someone's voice could sound so hot.

Ever since you met Ellie, she had never spoken or acted like this to you. Maybe it was because you were Jesse's sister or she wasn't attracted to you. The only thing you had was your imagination. And you imagined a lot of things with Ellie Williams.

Your notebooks were proof of that.

What you weren't expecting was a scene of a couple kissing deeply in the movie. It was a suspense movie you didn't even remember the title. The chances of those characters dying were high, but at that moment, the man was pulling the woman by her hair while devouring her mouth. Fuck, you could see their tongue inside each other's mouths.

With your body rigid with embarrassment and your throat dry, you could feel your face heat up as you took a deep breath. Then you felt Ellie's eyes on you. Her hand slowly reached yours while she got closer, her shoulders touching your when she slightly leaned forward staring into your eyes.

"Hey," her voice low, she was so close you could feel her breath hitting your cheeks. You didn't look in her direction. "You alright?"

The guy took off the woman's blouse while kissing her neck. The woman let out a moan as she tried to rip off his shirt. Your eyes turned to Ellie's and you gave her a faint smile. "Yeah, I'm good."

Emerald eyes stared at your mouth. Her face tilted slightly as she moved closer and closer. The hand that had previously touched yours was now holding your chin lightly not allowing you to move your face away from her. Not that you really wanted to. "Bet you are."

Her lips were like a phantom touch, making you crave for her. Her nose lightly caressing yours. Ellie could get you mesmerized easily. The moans became background noise. "Ellie..."

"Let me kiss you," she sounded almost desperate. You wondered if she wanted you as much as you wanted her. "I promise it'll be good. It's going to be so fucking good."

Kissing ellie was hot as lava.

♥

Kissing girls has always been good. They were soft everywhere, and it felt so good to feel every bit of them during the kiss. Their arms around her neck, the soft waist that Ellie loved to squeeze against her. Their weight on her lap and their breasts pressed against hers. The moans they let out against her mouth. Kissing women made perfect sense to Ellie.

But kissing you was a fucking whole new experience.

Maybe it was the feelings involved. Ellie remembers that Dina had mentioned how special it was to be with someone you really loved. Now she gets it. She understands the way you kiss her back so enthusiastically, as if you've been waiting for her all your life. She understands because she's been writing songs about what it would be like to feel your mouth against her.

Her hands ran down your back and arms until they stopped at your waist, pushing you against the couch. Your body didn't reject hers, you obeyed Ellie's silent commands without a second thought. Your hands went to her neck, pulling her against you. Your legs wrapped around her waist, making your pretty dress slip up to your hips.

Every piece of clothing that came out, Ellie was more sure that you were everything she ever wanted. Your fucking delicious moans, your warm skin against hers, your mouth demanding hers, your hands running possessively down her body, you whining her name. The way you fucking begged her.

The way you fucking tasted against her mouth.

You, with a thin blanket of sweat on your skin guiding her to the ground, climbing on top of her, kissing her body in every way. Using your tongue to send shivers down every part of Ellie's body. Calling her beautiful, while kissing her stomach and lightly squeezing her breasts.

"I've always dreamed of this." Your voice came out fluttered as you made your way between her legs.

Ellie fucking loved space. And she felt you show her the whole fucking universe with your tongue.

♥

"If your freckles spread over the rest of your body like on your face, I would kiss and caress each of her with my tongue. Did you know that? All I can think about at night is your husky voice saying my name as I imagine you lying next to me in bed. Your fingers dancing through my body and your mouth glued to mine as if you can't ever let me go. And I wouldn't. Not where you can't reach me. I wonder if I would ever have the courage to hand you these letters. If I'll be able to taste you one day as I always write on these pages. Holding you in my arms while I drink everything you can offer me between your legs. I wouldn't let you go until all you could think about was me.

I don't know if I'd be enough for you, Ellie.

But I would give everything for you to love me as I love you. To kiss me like you kiss me whenever I think of you while I make myself come in my own hands."

[abyssmita]

I JUST found out about FGM through a yt short (i genuinely had no idea so I had to scroll the comments to understand) and I'm literally horrified. Even then as I scroll I find comments by men comparing it to male circumcision.....

Scrolling a little further I saw a comment by another Indian woman saying that she found out rn too and sympathizing with the victims, there's a reply to it stating how women were treated worse in Hinduism (sati, dalit women, menstrual cycle restrictions, draupadi etc.) and that the commentor shouldn't be "acting as if she's living better"???????? Wtf??? I can't even start to talk about what exactly went thru this person's head before making that comment because I simply cannot make the connection.

MOVING ON, ANOTHER reply comes from this another Indian guy to the previous replier, saying "you don't know anything, hinduism much better yadda yadda sati wasn't forced on women like jauhar isn't, isolating women during menstruation was justified because they didn't have Dettol back then, draupadi cheerharan was done because she insulted duryodhan first and it was 'tit for tat'"

There's just so much to unpack here. I'll be going on a rant.

I love my religion a lot, it means very much to me. And I understand that many of the wrongs in it started due to external influence and patriarchy. But that does NOT negate the fact that they were WRONG. No sati wasn't "women's choice". No independent healthy person with free will would want to burn themselves alive unless they are either 1. Manipulated to think that's correct, or 2. Being alive is a bigger threat (which was the case in jauhar). Even IF some women "chose" to die with their husbands, it was not out of love of free will, it was because they were conditioned to think that's what an honourable wife should do. they were made to believe a wife is nothing without her husband, she's merely an extension of him and should be discarded when he is no longer alive. And I also hate those people who glamorize the practice of jauhar, as if it wasn't a direct consequence of patriarchy. Yes, the women were brave to take such a step for their dignity, but WHY ARE WE IGNORING THAT THEY WOULDN'T JUST JUMP INTO THE FIRE IF THEY WEREN'T ABOUT TO BE TAKEN AS LITERAL SEX SLAVES? No it wasn't their "choice", they had no other option left. It was either an "honorable" death or a miserable life. This is just bear vs man all over again honestly, it's getting so tiring.

You at gunpoint, two cups infront of you, one laced with poison, either you drink one or he shoots. You'll pick one up, you'll take your chance. But you wouldn't touch any of those cups if not for the gun to your head. Stop justifying crimes against women with a false illusion of choice. You are no better than the perpetrators. If you can put the responsibility of such incidents on the victims, you can very well do the same thing to another person.

And I can't even start talking about the draupadi thing, man how in the world was duryodhan having her assaulted and sexually harrassed infront of the entire Kingdom a justified reaction to her simply LAUGHING at him (which DIDN'T actually happen, jsyk.) I'd really like to cut open the brains of the people who can think on this wavelength and actually see for myself how the thought process happens, and then preferably smash their brains straight to sauce because no monster who genuinely thinks like that deserves to be alive.

Another point I'd like to make is that how these two men somehow managed to take the point STRAIGHT from the cruelty against FGM victims to something that is completely different to the case at hand. Speaks a lot about exactly how they have behaved in the past few centuries, doesn't it?

Also, those who are unaware of FGM like I was, I request you go and research that topic. It is not a thing of the past, it's happening to very little girls right this moment as we speak. When we live in times where women struggle to be considered human, much less equal to men, the least we can do is be aware of problems our fellow women suffer from. Even if male circumcision is a highly debated topic, it is not at all comparable to FGM. Funny how most of us know about male circumcision and yet have never heard of FGM.

[golbrocklovely]

I just really need to vent this, and I hope you see where I am coming from. As an older fan, I am really starting to dislike the fact that a lot of the fans, the vocal ones anyway, who dislike Malia, who in reality we don't really know anything about. Besides what they share in their photos and small videos. Hating on her for previously being an OF model, I truly think it's sad and pathetic that this is what they are using, when so many people use the platform, or have to shame her for it. It's disgusting, she's a human, she isn't just her body. Everyone has done things in the past, it's just horrible how they are minimising her to this one aspect. We haven't even heard her speak that often. We don't know her heart, morals, values, even her favourite colour! She's a human who fell in love with a handsome guy, who has a following, she didn't ask for hate. I just wish she knew some people have no opinion, others like her. Just let her live.

/rant

i agree with you.

there's always been a misogyny problem in this fandom, and colby dating malia has somehow made it so much more noticeable than in previous years, i think. and i don't totally understand why.

i genuinely think a lot of fans wanted colby to date a blob monster that was also somehow a saint bc that's the only thing that would make sense lol

(even tho every woman he has ever been shipped with has shown off her body at one point or another so idk why now it's an issue.)

also, i think the reason why i get so annoyed about the OF stuff is bc fans are "upset" at her for not telling the truth/saying she didn't have one and i'm just like…. really? that's what you're upset about? bc that's not the actual truth. you're just saying it is bc you have no fucking leg to stand on and this is the only thing you can very vaguely get her on.

so what she lied. womp womp. what's hysterical to me is that the fans that are grossed out about her having had an OF are the same ones that have begged colby for literal years publicly to make one himself. so it's fine for someone to have an OF when you're attracted to them and direly want to see their dick, but not when it's their gf?? gotcha lol

i'm so tired of this fandom hating women. please consider the fact that a majority of you ARE women and stop hating every girl snc surround themselves with bc all it shows is that this is the mean shit you also say to yourself and that's sad.

[fairy25]

I'm not joking how am I supposed to continue living as a woman who has suffered serious trauma? I dont know what to do anymore.

I do not want to live (not a threat, just a fact. I am not in danger.) I don't know how I can go about my life when I am scared of men. Half of the people on the planet. I have been jobless for 3 years living with parents because I'm scared to be trapped in a confined space with male strangers again. In my last job, I was sexually harassed, touched, stared at, grabbed, threatened, and followed by male coworkers. It was a minimum wage BAKERY job. You'd think that would be an innocent place to work. I wore a hairnet, had hairy legs, and talked about my boyfriend at the time. and I still got harassed and they wouldn't stop even when i would talk to HR. When I told my ex-boyfriend I was raped he said I deserved it. I'm thinking maybe it's me who is wrong and maybe I just should somehow turn off my brain and let it all happen since I feel like I'm screaming and nobody even notices???

I genuinely don't want to live in the world anymore I'm just tired I wish I was a little girl again and I just want to play with my toys but i can't because im trapped in a 26 year old woman.

Sorry for ranting on christmas. I'm just having a bad day. I hope you had a good Christmas.

baby i would seriously recommend you find a female trauma therapist you feel comfortable with and commit to therapy once a week for at least a year. i would also recommend talking to a psychiatrist or even your primary care doctor if you feel comfortable to discuss getting on some anti-anxiety medication. i personally take propranolol & mirtazapine for anxiety (and migraines).

i know it feels endless right now (i have been there and i’m so so sorry you’re stuck in this dark place rn) but it is possible for things to get better, and for you to lead a “normal” life. i am rooting for you and i want to say your feelings are completely valid. i’m so sorry this is the state of the world. i’m so sorry that you’re unable to ignore the fear you feel, which is very real and very challenging to overcome. but you can overcome it. that doesn’t mean you have to be around men—i work fully remotely and the only men i talk to regularly are gay, old friends, or married to my friends/relatives.

merry xmas to you angel. i hope 2024 brings you more peace than this year. even if you don’t feel like it’s going to get better, please just keep going. sometimes progress is so gradual we don’t even realize it’s happening. sometimes it’s ok to distract yourself and take breaks from the real world. but keep going. if not for you, for other women. we need each other if we’re ever going to create a world where women don’t feel terrified just existing.

[valleynix]

How I Would Have Written Resident Evil: Village

let me preface this by saying a few things: i am slightly tipsy as i write this, so i apologize for any misspellings, incorrect lore, or things not articulated well. i also do not hate Ethan nor the original story of RE8, but i do think there was a lot of wasted potential and unnecessary plot holes

moving on, under the cut

i'll start off by saying that i loved Biohazard. it's genuinely one of my favorite games and the atmosphere is done so well. i love the horror, the mix of action, and the genuine fear you can feel as you run around, searching for answers.

Village did not have this, and it was a massive disappointment, as was the game itself, overall. i do still love it and it'll always be one of my favorites, but Capcom fumbled hard with the plot and the general story.

let's start off with this: in my own little fantasy land where Capcom doesn't hate women (joke), Mia would have been the protagonist in Village. think about how well the story could have gone between her knowledge from the Connections, her unknown relationship with Miranda, the fact she likely would have been struggling to actually fight (just like Ethan should've), and how much different her interactions would be.

i'm genuinely so tired of seeing husbands and/or fathers searching for their lost wife and/or child in horror games. appeal to a different audience!!! where's my mother searching for her lost child, taken by Eldritch horrors???

anyway, i won't be super detailed, but we'll say Mia is the protagonist and Ethan is sidelined :3

throughout the game, i personally would have made it much more obvious that the lords are indeed a family. like, i thought it was obvious enough, but apparently lots of people in this fandom didn't get the memo?? so i would make it more apparent.

and just like i mentioned in the one video i'd already made on this (kinda), i would have changed the lords' appearances and their deaths, pretty much meaning that only Donna (maybe) would have been killed. everyone else would have just been something for her to escape from.

(i'm sorry this isn't super detailed. i don't want it to turn into an eight hour essay, which i may do for a video later on, but anyway)

i will say that i probably would have changed the beginning sequence and made it more mother-daughter focused before Rose is taken. like, imagine Rose being kidnapped right from under Mia's nose without all the brutality and shooting, as comedic as that was, once you knew. the whole thing with Chris not telling Ethan what was going on was probably the dumbest thing in these games and i will forever stand by that.

so, we'll just say that Miranda somehow finds a way to subdue Mia long enough to kidnap baby Rose, and Mia wakes up cold and alone and has to follow a barely-there trail of footprints and feathers that eventually lead her to the village and the horrors within

i also probably would have kept the game during nighttime or early morning, simply because of how terrifying that would be. it's not as fun when you can blatantly see the mutants trying to stalk you (ahem. lycans.)

at this point, Rose is taken and we now have an angry mother on our hands that is very wary of what's going on around her, but now knows that Miranda is a culprit (because in my mind, Miranda has no real reason to hide from Mia, and came to her in her true form). this would leave the audience to question what she really knows and what she's been hiding, and while it would create skepticism, it would also generate curiosity.

Mia traverses the village in relative darkness, led only by the moon's light (hehe symbolism) and the occasional torch. she searches the village for any inhabitants, and while she mostly finds blood and corpses, she also finds a group of people still surviving and untrusting of her.

i think the scariest thing would be that every time Mia progresses and comes back to the village, more people are missing and she finds out rather quickly that it's Miranda's doing. this would leave a sense of fear within her: Miranda is watching and waiting, she is causing Mia distress and threatening her without outright doing anything, letting her know she is unsafe and alone without ever laying a hand on her.

we'll say she goes to Donna's first, under the impression that the hermit dollmaker could have taken Rose per Miranda or she's just being mislead by Miranda posing as a villager (or even the witch lady). from there, she's forced through hallucinations, vivid fabrications of Rose and Ethan, all while struggling to see what is real and what's made up.

she finds out that Rose isn't at the Beneviento Estate, but now, Donna isn't letting her leave. she's not allowed to let her visitors through those doors, saying something similar (though perhaps slightly more afraid) to, "Don't leave... I can't let you." this may hint at the fact that Donna herself does not want to hurt Mia, but cannot let her leave.

Donna's boss fight consists of hallucinations and fabrications, and Mia "dies" when she succumbs to one and doesn't realize what it actually is. there is no "monster" in this section, but it's probably one of the scariest parts, as it takes place throughout the blackened estate and the dolls are, in fact, still moving and making little noises.

Mia escapes somehow, and when she returns to the village, she overhears a conversation from Miranda and someone else (perhaps Rednic?) basically hinting at the megamycete and the ritual and what needs to be done. this begins the plot of finding out what the fuck is going on and where the hell is her daughter, which she believes will be found together.

(sad mother moments, of course. i'd make them tearjerking.)

Mia then finds herself stumbling to Moreau's reservoir, cold and angry, and from here, she starts to realize just how deep Miranda's corruption really goes and how much danger she's actually in. in her mind, prior to this, she thought Miranda was under some kind of control or that she was simply a lackey in a larger scheme of things.

after all, the Miranda she knew was much different than this one, much less angry and violent. Mia doesn't recognize this woman any longer, and she begins to find herself very afraid of what she's gotten herself into, though she doesn't regret it.

Mia hears Moreau's pleas for his mother to help him, to be proud of him, to notice him, and all Mia can feel is the heartbreak of a mother watching this child throw a tantrum for his mom's attention. she tries to kill him, but in the end, she finds herself out of ammo and cornered and freezing her ass off, as well as injured from wounds so graciously gifted to her by lycans and the varcolac.

she escapes, leaves Moreau to his cries and his desperation, and at this point, Mia wonders just how much farther she can go until she collapses. she remembers those little moments with Rose when everything was starting to look up and when she thought her life was going to be normal again, and for a time, she fades into unconsciousness.

when she wakes, it's eerily quiet, and she knows she needs to leave. after more of the villagers go missing and they mention laughing and screaming from the castle, Mia decides she will go there next in her attempt to find Rose and take her away from this fucked up place, get her out of Miranda's grasp before she can do god knows what with her.

the castle is... eerie, yes, but not quite as dangerous as she had been expecting. she meets the Dimitrescus and she's most likely flirted with a bit (as they tend to do), and because Mia is a woman, her pleas are heard and she is allowed to speak, if only for a moment. they come to find that Mia is only there for her daughter and she will gladly leave once she's found, but they're under orders from Miranda now to keep Mia alive (wink wonk).

that doesn't stop them from chaining her up and giggling as they leave, as they did before. i'd make the castle much darker and make more noises throughout the halls, like footsteps or quiet laughter, maybe some soft clanging or things slightly being moved, like vases or chairs, only for there to be nothing.

it's creepy, but there's nothing outright dangerous until Mia finds herself cornered in the kitchens with a very angry Bela now out for blood. she holds back only a little during this little spat, but eventually, it gets to the point that Mia shoots open the window and only distracts Bela before she runs and manages to get away.

(it's now a safe room for her, as Bela would have run away when her weakness was exposed and warmed up, bruised ego be damned. she'll just regroup with her sisters and go from there).

i think the phone call scene would still happen, but it would be a little different. at the very least, it would still show that Miranda does not care about the lords as much as she claimed to and cares more about the ritual and ceremony, but now Lady Dimitrescu is pissed and wants Mia out of her castle before she can actually kill one of her daughters.

(i like to think Bela and/or Cassandra would be in the room, quietly observing, and if the player looks away long enough, looking back would show one or both of them staring right at Mia before quickly looking away. you know the drill).

Mia somehow finds a way to sympathize with Lady Dimitrescu, perhaps because she refuses to kill Daniela while the former is nearby or something, and she ends up escaping (though it's obvious the action is allowed, as Lady Dimitrescu is blatantly keeping her distance but ensuring Mia is chased out. yada yada).

more creepy village stuff happens, more fights with lycans, blah blah. i'm not entirely sure what to do here, but i'll think more on it.

the factory would be last, and i think it would be incredibly interesting with Heisenberg likely knowing that Mia and Miranda had a past together. he might try to use that against her and try to convince her that Rose is their only hope for being free (maybe playing into what she'd seen with his siblings), but he's ultimately denied again.

Mia doesn't know this dude, doesn't know his true intentions or if teaming up with him will guarantee her death at the price of his freedom. everything she'd gone through would have been for nothing, and so, she refuses.

i think the factory would have been creepier if the mechanical noises weren't so loud and in-your-face, but that's just me. keeping the lights low and the enemies quieter but still lit up would have been great, but oh well.

after making it through the factory and proving how strong she really is (never doubt a mother), she is, once again, faced with the opportunity to join Heisenberg or join the dead. she denies him once more, manages to escape the factory (and Sturm) as metal flies by and she's probably pierced a few times, and when she eventually becomes free, she just collapses in the middle of a dusk-lit village.

she's been through so much, lost everything dear to her, and she still hasn't found answers or her daughter. she begins to wonder if she ever left that first hallucination at Lady Beneviento's but she's too tired to care-

and then the moldy tendrils begin breaking from the ground, near enough to terrify her but far enough to know that she's not in immediate danger. she hears laughter and searches through the mold (which she comments on), vision blurry, only to completely freeze when she finds Miranda standing near one of the tendrils, watching her with a fond smile on her face.

this is all i've thought about (because the ANGST of seeing your, at the very least, old coworker/friend who is now a CULT LEADER and trying to kill you...) but i'll probably expand way more on it if i ever do a video on it. i didn't want this to turn into a massive ramble (even if it already did), so i'll pause here for now.

i didn't hit everything i wanted to and i'm sure i'm missing a LOT of points, but these were all the major things i would have changed or implemented. i am very tired and tipsy, and i do apologize for anything that doesn't sound quite right or that's left with like... no other point or explanation. i'll do better next time <33

[aflyingcontradiction]

Get to know me

Oh hey, thank you for the tag @awordwasthebeginning!

Share your wallpaper: Literally just the one that came with my phone. I'm lazy about changing this stuff.

The last song you listened to: Oh man, I was following Eurovision yesterday, I genuinely have no freaking idea. I mean, I assume whatever song was on last but by that point I was pretty tired.

Currently Reading:  Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo - a book about ... well, mostly about women of colour in the UK, I guess. I would fully recommend it if you're interested in that topic. I've also been re-reading some old Asterix comics.

Last Movie: Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron - I've been rewatching some childhood favourites. This one absolutely holds up, especially the soundtrack and just the art in general.

Craving: some damn peace and quiet from my own brain for a change? Aside from that, I'm unsure.

What are you wearing right now: Pyjamas. Had a long night yesterday and am not yet energetic enough to get dressed.

How tall are you: 1,72 or 1,73, thereabouts

Piercings: Just my ears

Tattoos: None

Glasses? Contacts?: Yup. I wear glasses.

Last drink: Just some water. Before then a virgin pina colada.

Last show: Does Eurovision count? But if we're just talking the usual meaning of shows, I think it would be Kevin can fuck himself. (It's a very, very well-written deconstruction of traditional family sitcoms).

Last thing you ate: Vegetarian chili and corn bread, courtesy of my BIL

Favourite colour: You know, I haven't thought about this question in a while, but I think it's shades of blue.

Current obsession: I kinda feel like I'm between obsessions at the moment, somehow. Mind, I do many things in my life a bit obsessively so other people would probably count things I'm not even counting if they looked at me from the outside.

Unrelated Obsession: See above.

Any pets: None myself, but my parents have cats that I get to see on my semi-regular visits.

Do you have a crush on anyone: I assume the people I'm actually in love with don't count? But yeah, I mean, I've got a few celebrity crushes, too.

Favourite fictional character: No, I won't answer this, there are too many, I can't decide.

The last place you traveled: Proper-travelled for multiple days, purely for holiday purposes? I don't even remember, tbh. Might've been visiting friends in a city in North-Rhine Westphalia and that was a while ago. Everything else has mostly been day trips combining important appointments with some fun stuff.

tagging: @toasthaste, @cazort, @bakomglaset, @soryualeksi, @ante--meridiem and anyone else who wants to do it (also feel free to ignore)

[flannerys-notebook]

I didn't know what I expected to see. I thought, perhaps, I'd see the woman of my dreams. Someone who could steal my heart without a word. I thought perhaps I'd see the embodiment of beauty and grace, like a Hollywood actress or maybe a princess like from a fairy tale. Someone who'd make me fall, for the first time, in love.

But not... her.

She looked at me with a knowing smile. Perhaps she had seen so many others look toward her with the same confusion. Maybe. She's clearly been around for a while. I'm probably not the first.

"Are you going to continue to sit there and sulk, dearie? Or will you join me for tea? You prefer elma cayi, yes? I think I have some still." She dragged a stepladder over toward a cabinet and began to climb.

I won't deny it... I flinched. It's just a small thing, offering tea for someone and offering the kind they like... It's a small kindness but one that seemingly goes unoffered so often. I can't even recall the last time I was offered even this much. "Let me get that for you." My words were shaky as if I hadn't said them before, only to realize... when was the last time I offered to give someone a hand myself?

"Thank you, so much." For a brief second, seeing the gratitude in her eyes and the smile on her face, my heart skipped. It's not the kind of love I expected but something more common. In a way, more beautiful than I had hoped for.

After a while, the tea finished boiling and she served it; she wouldn't accept any further help.

"So, I hear you have been slacking on your studies," her face was firm but it didn't seem like she was judging me.

"I have, yeah," I admitted quietly.

"That's no good, child. What has you distracted?"

I felt my cheeks go red from embarrassment. This isn't the kind of conversation I expected to have with a goddess. Why are my grades what matter here?

"There's no need to answer if you're not comfortable, dear. Just answer me this. Are you all right?" I finally realized what her expression was--concern. Genuine concern.

"Not really, but I'll make it through somehow." It's the lie I've been saying for the past year. Not just to my friends and family but to myself as well.

"And what about relationships? Are you spending time with friends and family? Is there a special somebody in your life?"

"I spend time with friends online but I'm not really close with my family."

"It's a shame about your family but it's good you at least have friends you can spend time with. And what about your love life?" Of course she pressed in on the point I tried to gloss over.

"No, ma'am. I am not seeing anybody. It's why I came here actually."

"Explain."

"I had hoped that whatever was wrong with me... maybe it could be fixed." I shifted in my seat; my eyes transfixed on my tea.

"And what needs fixed?"

"I'm not into men or women... I'm asexual. I'm still panromantic but I'm tired of not being able to give the people I date the kind of love they want and need from me. I'm tired of not being able to find love because of how I am."

"So that's how it is." She just sat there, the silence hanging in the air. "What you need isn't fixing. You aren't broken, child. You're just different. Your problem isn't with what you are. It's with how you look at yourself. The only love you can't provide is self-love. But that's not your fault, and that's not something anybody can fix for you. You have to make the choice to start that process. Then, in time, that broken feeling will fade."

My eyes stayed on my tea. I could say something but what would I say? My thoughts stormed and my anxiety rose until I felt it, her hand on mine.

"It's a process. It will take time. There's no need to rush it. But the first step is deciding you want to try."

As I looked up to her, I saw for the first time what I expected to see--beauty and grace--but it wasn't how I expected to see it. My eyes began to water as tears welled up. And as she came over to comfort me...

"It appears your time here has gone its course. This will be goodbye, for now."

As I wiped the tears away, I found myself in darkness. The faint glow of my computer monitor in one corner of the room, as its tower softly hummed, and the sound of my phone played music beside me.

"I hope that you'll tell me all about your progress when you come home again." Her voice whispered to me but as I looked around she was nowhere to be seen.

Was that really just a dream?

“I thought the goddess of love would look…different.” The wrinkled old woman waved a dismissive hand, leaned closer, and smiled. “You are thinking of my daughter, the goddess of passion and romance. Dearie, I am the goddess of LOVE.”

[genderkoolaid]

hi, sorry if this is bothersome but i'm feeling really shitty and have questions and don't know who else to turn to. i recently made a post about how my friends talk in a very condescending way about men and how in general people complaining about men being trash in front of me makes me feel bad and like they think i'm inferior (i'm a trans man). i got a reply that accused me of wanting women to be uncomfortable around me and being misogynistic on order to be accepted by cis men. and that i should be thankful that women are comfortable complaining about men around me bcs that means they see me as non-threatening. it made me think - should i just suck it up? this is a reoccurring theme in my life that evolved into a microtrauma - i hate when people shit on men around me, i both take it personally and sometimes i see it just as being a shitty person when those women aren't complaining about something that men did to them, just saying how weak and stupid men are. i have lost 2 friends because they kept making fun of men and then of me for being a man. and i'm just wondering, if i really should just empathize with them and ignore my feelings - if that's the right thing to to - or if i'm allowed to feel what i feel (hurt, angry, sad, like they think i'm inferior, that they're being unfair and mean) and maybe even call them out or just express my feelings in a non-threatening way. because i feel shitty as hell - i feel inferior and also misgendered somehow. but what if i'm ignoring women's issues and being misogynistic? what if i just need to be more considerate?

a continuation of that ask about being uncomfortable when people shit on men: i just remembered i wanted to express this too. again, sorry of you don't want people venting into your inbox. from all the transandrophobia on the internet, i developed this microtrauma that is manifesting in fear of women and women focused lgbt spaces. i'm not afraid of all women, this is specifically only on the internet and it's not on a big scale. also mostly on tumblr. what happens is that i see posts specifically about, like, girls being absolutely amazing, or like, trans women specifically needing help. and i get this whiplash of like, fear that something against men or trans men will follow. it usually doesn't and i might even reblog that post. but there's still this fear that there are so many women on the internet that hate men and trans men specifically and will look down on me and will harrass me and it could be anyone. and anything that even remotely reminds me of anti-trans-men posts will make me feel scared just for a few seconds. like those posts that go "support trans people, especially trans women!" or even absolutely innocent posts. and i feel pretty guilty for that, i mean feeling bad bcs of a post that supports women (trans or cis) sounds like (trans)misogyny. but i rationally don't have anything against that, i mean i'm a feminist and i'm all for trans women's rights and happiness. i support trans (and cis) women. it's just the trauma, bcs anti-transmascs often support trans (and cis) women and compare us with them. i'm just scared that those women will hate me. idk i just wanted to tell someone and be heard. i'm so tired and i know i should go off the internet, i'm gonna do that now. thank you so much for reading.

For lack of a less stereotypical phrase, your feelings are valid.

A lot of the "men are bad" stuff comes from genuine experiences with misogynstic men. Venting about that is not bad, but "venting about your oppression is good" does not mean that "venting can never be done in a hurtful way". If you were to talk condescendingly about women constantly because of how you've been hurt by women around your woman friends, it would be kind of a dick move. The same goes for cis women. Venting about how you've been hurt by men isn't bad, but that doesn't mean you have free range to say whatever you want with no thought for how it impacts people because "I'm venting about my oppression!" Your ex-friends should've listened to how they made you feel, because it's not right to excuse you hurting your friend. Especially when you are a trans man and already experience shame and hatred for being a man. Hurting other people and continuing to do to it when they tell you they've been hurt isn't excusable.

Obviously, you shouldn't let this let you become irrationally suspicious or negative towards women. But you also are not a bad person for reacting to constant stress and discrimination. When you constantly deal with sudden discrimination and harassment from people, it's natural to start getting suspicious or upset when you see things that remind you of that. I get the same way! Seeing posts and being hit with the worry of "would this person be normal about me? Would they harass me? Is this post innocent or an underhanded way of hurting me?" It's upsetting to have that reaction, because you want to just be happy and supportive. But the microtrauma of having those posts be connected to transandrophobia again and again takes it's toll, and it doesn't make you a bad person for having a reaction to that. The fact that transmascs have this microtrauma in general is a sign that there is something wrong with the online community and how it treats transmascs.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

[prophvtics]

it was easy for felix to accuse him of being touchy when it wasn't his cock on display on the phone screen, all things considered benny thought he was being incredibly agreeable over the whole situation. he didn't need to prove anything to him and yet he'd done as he'd been asked, he'd shown him proof of something incredibly intimate and yet somehow he was still the one acting prudish? could he be blamed for being on edge? the whole thing was horrifically embarrassing, he'd gotten over the idea of thousands of people having watched him get off but they were blank faced individuals, usernames and payments into his bank, it was easier to detach from the whole thing when it felt so distant from his real life- felix was the furthest thing from distant though as he stood there, volume on his phone blasting whilst he watched benny jerk himself off. the second he had his phone back in his hand, he clicked off the website and shoved it back into his pocket as quickly as he possibly could, like that would somehow end the conversation once and for all. "thanks? i guess?" the whole appeal about his page had been that he wasn't the sort of guy most expected to be putting out such explicit content. he'd been surprised by exactly how many women were tired of seeing super huge, muscular guys flexing their masculine prowess in porn, a lot of people wanted something more down to earth and genuine and with a market unsaturated with content he'd been able to dive right in with his niche. "what? no- no, it's all me. i don't- what do you mean adjustments?" it wasn't unlike felix to be concerned with something's monetary success, he was always trying to discover if things were at their most optimal and if there was space for him to worm his way in, an applaudable approach to life for many but it wasn't how benny liked to live. "i'm doing well as is, i- i don't know if i'd want to get any bigger."

it was understandable why benny would be reluctant to let felix see him in a different light by showing him his work, but he didn't think there was anything shameful about it. however someone chose to make a living, he was in no place to judge, and while he wouldn't have expected his friend to be in this particular line of work, he had to respect his apparent success. "i'm just messing around, man... jesus. you don't have to be so touchy about it, i'm not gonna tell on you." who would he tell, anyway? they didn't share any mutual friends, and felix didn't know his family. this would stay between the two of them, unless he gave felix some reason to want to use the knowledge against him as leverage, though given how hapless benny was, he strongly doubted that outcome would come to fruition. it wasn't necessarily that jarring to see benny in a sexual context— it wasn't like he thought of him as some sort of asexual being with a smooth, genital-less barbie doll crotch, but it was his natural talent that really threw him for a loop. felix wouldn't consider himself a porn connoisseur, per se, but he'd pretty much seen it all by then, and as such he wasn't easily impressed. even for someone who wasn't usually affected by graphic content, however, there was something undeniably arousing about watching benny edge himself, the authenticity of his noises and reactions palpable. had he not been so distracted by the enjoyment he felt from watching benny on screen, he probably would've tried harder to keep the phone in his grasp and continue watching, but he'd been caught of guard and allowed it to be snatched away, which was probably for the best. still in a slight daze, he looked to benny with a smirk, more impressed than anything else. "that was... that was really something. i gotta admit, i didn't think you had it in you, but you've got some balls, bro— like, big fucking balls." he didn't mean it literally, of course— they both knew exactly what benny was working with physically, but it was the bravery to be able to post that sort of content for the world to see that felix found the most admirable. "do you work with a manager or anything? i mean, clearly you're doing just fine as it is, but i think you've really got something here... with a few adjustments, you could be huge."

[9w1ft]

Hi. Maybe this is a bit too personal. I don't know. I'm being forced into a context in which I'm going to be surrounded by antis. I know some of them are just genuinely believing the official story. And some of them just think "Taylor would never be a dirty gay", whether they're aware that's their motivation or not.

And it... sucks. I wanted to ask you. When you're emotionally upset, what helps you? How do you deal? Do you have a strategy? Advice? I'm tired lately and the stuff that I usually could weather affects me more. And I don't know how to handle it, this time. It's not about Taylor. It's not even specifically about homophobia. It's just about when you feel like if this was a movie this would be the time for the crying on the couch montage, you know ?

I hope it's okay that I asked this.

i went a little freeform with my answer, i hope you don’t mind! also this is what i do but i really think that it’s gonna depend on who you are as an individual (your personality etc). hopefully some parts resonate for you though! and i hope some people share in the comments their thoughts as well because it’s a feeling we have all shared.

i’m writing this assuming by antis you mean you will be in mixed company with people that strongly believe taylor is Not Gay, though somehow i get similarly impassioned when it comes to other groups of people on this venn diagram.

there was a certain time on my journey here where i came to the conclusion that each person will have to find their way to taylor’s truth on their own, and for some people it’s just going to take far longer. and so i try to sit back and appreciate how rare it is and how happy i am to have come to this conclusion at this point in my life.

i remember during lover era, specifically after the yntcd video came out, even seeing a few choice swiftie accounts with a heavily anti edge (accounts known for sending and directing hate to lowercase g gaylors) suddenly begin backpedaling a bit and even making room in their words for the interpretation that she might like women in addition to men.

it was such a wild time… and it gave us a peek, i think, into how things might unfold more completely… someday…

personally i think that scene in miss americana, the one where she talks about the parade in ME! including everything that makes her her, like ***gay pride*** , is all the unequivocal information you need to understand that you are on the right side of history on this one.

with the advent of tiktok, and seeing various young lgbt voices talk about how it’s kind of ingenious how taylor managed to come out only to the people who want to hear it, has given me a sense of hope that this process is long but it’s one that’s moving toward a day when we won’t have to find ourselves in so many of the situations that you describe.

of course it hasn’t been a simple path… we had the back and forth situation with betty, for example, and other moments which have felt like one step forward two steps back. it does hurt, especially when the people you talk about having to hang out with are people you consider your peers or even friends. to feel such a dissonance with people who on other levels you might consider sisters or friends with otherwise shared values.

i myself have revealed too much of my thinking to a few real people in my life and while none of them are anti per-se, i have had to handle looking like a chronically online person to some of those that i love. but i’ve found ways to brush it off and make it a running joke. pulling out the old scooby doo villain voice and going “just you all wait! one day i *will* be vindicated” or like “yeah lmao it’s my one unhealthy preoccupation and it’s AMAZING” or “these are my problematic faves yes, and what are yours??” in other words i try to own it.

but if you’re in one of those situations where you just want to go incognito, or for those teary main character moments on the couch with a glass of whisky or wine, what i have found works for me is taking solace in the notion that you’re on to *something* with this, and that this is something that’s not only special, but has affected your life in positive ways. maybe it’s expanded the way you’ve thought about the world, or maybe it has given you moments of wonder or awe, or motivation to go out there and contribute a little bit more to society in hopes for a brighter future. i know all these things sound abstract but i think it’s important to find ways to treasure what *gestures broadly* all this has meant for you on your life path. beautify it in your mind.

not to turn this into a “maybe kaylor was about the friends we made along the way” type of sentiment but i for one am super grateful for many of the friendships that have come out of this, that have really enriched my adult life. i’ve also become more observant and overall just more agile at finding commonalities and connecting things and in some ways it’s made me a more efficient and creative person in my profession. my views on life and love and marriage and other big ticket concepts have also been enriched by everything that has transpired. when i’m down in the dumps about something or a lack of something i try and find these kinds of things to be grateful for, and it centers me and i find a happiness there. it’s a happy mess.

this is what i found works for me anyways.

[weabooweedwitch]

I think there are more than just a few things about the Federal mask mandate being overturned that makes me absolutely furious:

1. How the fuck does our justice system even work at this point, like, genuinely. How can it be ruled that the federal government has to leave certain covid things up to the states, but a single judge somehow has the power to make this grand sweeping ruling?

2. The judge is a white 33 year old Trump appointee whose husband has ties to Trump and the courts and the American Bar Association, you know like,, The Official Fucking American Bar Associstion who literally helps verify people are even fit to be lawyers, has said she's dangerously unqualified to be a federal judge because she's only practiced law for 8 years which in the legal world and especially in terms of qualifications to be a federal judge means she has virtually no experience at all

3. The defendants or whatever in this case are two conservative white women who said "wearing masks gave them severe panic attacks and anxiety" so um. Pardon my language but. A significant reason this is even happening is because of two dumb selfish black-hearted cunts weaponizing language and laws meant to protect the disabled, mentally ill, and neurodivergent and quite frankly I would throw a party if they were to hypothetically be hit by a bus that killed them both through a slow and horrible death

4. How is it when like congress or the senate or whatever, when they have to pass laws, oh, there are filibusters, even if the majority votes if it isn't a certain percent it gets thrown out, all this hemming and hawwing but, again, a single judge was able to make a personal decision and somehow that's been immediately pushed through and implemented without any peer review or being passed through other channels, it's just. Immediately taken at full value

5. Honestly just fuck this country at this point i have completely lost hope there are just too many corrupt people in power and so many massively stupid people. The other day I heard old men on the bus celebrating that the Republicans are going to retake the senate and half of them are so ancient they'll be dead before the see the consequences of their actions. I'm tired of being held hostage in this country

[house-of-slayterr]

I'm for some reason convinced that Y/N and Oliver Queen fucked atleast once so... How do you think the gand would react to that??

#MaggieandBasilholdingVicandEdinthecornersotheydontkillOliver

I don’t even think you’d understand the amount of emotions Maggie would be feeling. Despite currently being a huge fight with her brother, she loves him and Thea more than anything. If they genuinely needed her home for something she would do everything in her power to get there. But she doesn’t want to be forced to leave Gotham.

If she somehow found out that Y/N has both, A) met her real brother behind her back, and B) fucked him. It’s going to take a few days to pry Maggie out of the dissociative state that would cause. Her brain would simply shut off and she wouldn’t be able to think of anything else. She’s already disturbed enough anytime she learns more than she needs to about Y/N and Vic’s life. She couldn’t help but just pray Y/N was never that intense with Oliver.

Despite Y/N being a sadist and a enjoying a little cruelty from time to time, I feel like if she saw. Maggie this upset, she would drop the subject. And probably death glare anyone who tries to bring it up again.

“Was it just the once?” She would ask in a timid and shy voice.

The same voice she had that first day she step foot in Gotham. That’s how Y/N would know she fucked up. If it was just the once, Maggie will probably get over it quicker but-

“We never dated if that’s what you’re worried about. But no, it was not just the once.”

Maggie would scrunch up her face, not even able to decide which emotion she’s feeling the most.

“Please tell em this happened before I introduced him as my brother. Because I swear to the gods Y/N if you’ve slept with him recently-“

Maggie would have to excuse herself to go sit down. She knows her brother used to be the average rich college player before he dispersed to that Island. And of course he has needs. She understands all that. But she’s a hopeless romantic, and has been desperate for Oliver to just ask Felicity out already. That’s the only girl in the world other than Laurel Lance that she thinks is good enough for her brother. Obviously she looks up to Y/N more than anything, but Maggie understands what happens if Y/N gets bored. People get hurt.

Basil is actually stunned when he finds out. He didn’t even know Y/N new Oliver. He’s been helping Ollie and his little team of vigilantes for a few years now on and off. Oliver never once’s mentioned the beautiful assassin to him. But the more Basil thought about it, the more sense it made. Yeah Oliver was righteous, but he has a thing for the damaged type. But he couldn’t wrap his head around why Y/N would sleep with him of all people. He wasn’t good enough for her, but in Basil’s eyes. Even Victor didn’t meet that criteria, but he kept her happy so Basil remained civil.

“Was that just to piss her off Y/N” Y/N would sigh, not wanting to explain herself.

“The first time we slept together I had no idea that was her brother. He needed an outlet whenever one of his missions went wrong. It’s not that big of a deal Basil.”

“It is to Maggie. What does Vic think about all of this?”

“If you think telling Victor is going to scare me, you clearly don’t know me that well. Vic and I have an agreement, I can sleep with whoever I want, if he’s not around. As long as I don’t fall in love with anyone but him, he doesn’t care.”

Basil was taken a back by that answer. But he knew when Y/N was lying, no matter how good at it she was. But there was no hint of a lie here. He couldn’t believe that overly obsessive man would allow something like this.

“Women have their needs Young Basil, one day you’ll understand that.” She’d take a deep breath, running a tired hand through her hair. “I was growing bored of the little hero anyway. As far as Maggie’s concerned there’s no more context between us.”

He’d leave the older woman to her glass of wine and go find Maggie. He’d slowly open her door as if to ask for permission. Because fun fact about him, he never knocks. It’s a nasty habit that gets him in trouble a lot.

“Go away B!” She calls. Slamming her face into the pillow.

It was kinda funny scene in retrospect. She looked just like V when the small girl threw one of her tantrums. He’d sit on the edge of her bed and rub her back until she’s ready to talk.

“I don’t want to be mad at him any more B. But how could he sit there and yell at me at my birthday party when he’s just a big hypocrite. How could he claim I’m hanging out with the wrong people when he was fucking one of them? How could he look me in the eyes that day and just pretend his didn’t betray me?”

“You weren’t even this mad when you found out I had been working with your brother and his team.”

“BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T FUCKING HIM!” Maggie screamed.

She didn’t mean to, it’s just a lot for her to process right now. Basil wouldn’t take it personally.

“And what’s so bad if I was?”

“I- it’s just- you don’t do that to someone B. You don’t sleep with their brother behind their back, then call him names to their face. I thought she hated him, and I thought he would hate her because she’s a villain. But fuck it, I guess nothing in this town makes sense and I should just stop thinking.”

She slams her face back into the pillow, and Basil has to fight back a laugh. He knows he shouldn’t because she in distress, but he can’t help it, she looks adorable when she pouting. He can’t tale a single word out of her mouth seriously. He knows talking it out now and getting all her anger out will help, so he just keeps pushing her buttons. He was bad at comforting people anyways.

“And how would you feel if I did sleep with one of them?”

This got the girls attention. Her head would snap up so fast it was almost comical. She starred at him with wide eyes.

“You wouldn’t-“ she squints at him.

He shrugged.

“Your brothers new apprentice may have brought it to my attention that Thea has a crush on me.”

Maggie would have to take the deepest breath in the world. Basil is half scared she won’t even breath again when he watches her hold it.

“Basil… I’m going to need to to answer this next question, very, VERY, seriously. What did you do with my little sister?”

It’s a good thing this man doesn’t really have a fight or slight response, because he’s pretty sure he’d be sweating under her gaze right now. Sure everyone else in Gotham may assume Maggie is harmless, but he knows better. He’s sparred one on one with her for training, and she only continues to get stronger. He was sure the tension in her jaw would crack her teeth.

“Relax Maggie, I didn’t act on the information. I can’t control your sisters feelings though.”

“Like hell you can’t! Make her hate you B. I don’t want her being dragged into this shit.”

“Maybe you should tell Oliver that. You know he has her running around the city in a costume shooting arrows right?”

Maggie would freeze.

“He what?”

Basil would pull up his phone, showing Maggie a photo he took. Most people don’t know this, but back in National city he used to help Kara get the photos for his news paper. He actually still enjoys taking photo, especially a good candid.

“I’m going to fucking kill him Basil! I’m gonna do it! What the fuck is wrong with him? That not- she not- please tell me she at least good at fighting?”

The concern took over her anger.

“Almost as good as you.” Basil offered in an attempt to ease her mind.

Maggie rolls her eyes.

“B, if Thea is anything like me, you have to let her know right away you don’t feel that way for her. Cause her feelings are only going to grow the more she can’t have you. I don’t want her getting her heart broken.”

She’d watch as his brows pulled together.

“Look, I know you’re mad at Y/N for what she did. But I don’t understand how me rejecting your sister is going to help this situation.”

“Omg… OMG!”

Basil is alarmed by her now very loud voice.

“What?” He asked confused.

“You actually have feelings for her, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” his ears flushed a little.

“Omg, you totally do! Basil’s got a crush, Basil’s got a crush!” She said in a sing song voice.

“Weren’t you just pissed at me 10 seconds ago for that exact thing?”

“I was. And I am. Believe me. But I’ve never seen you with that look in your eyes. It’s exciting!”

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“I don’t know, I like watching her train, and her silly jokes, and making sure I have her back on missions. She’s important to you, and I want to keep her safe.”

“Awww B.” She pull him into a hug. “Ignore what I said earlier. If you’re serious about this, you have my permission. But if you break her heart-“

“You’ll rip mine out and put it on display on the fireplace?” He teased.

“And don’t you forget it! Maybe I over reacted a little earlier to Y/N.”

“Maybe?”

“Hey nobodies perfect. How would you feel if Jim or like Ed told you they slept with Kara?”

That was all Maggie needed to say for Basil to understand. And he didn’t need to verbally convey that message.

“You treat me good Basil, and I know you’ll do the same for my sister. She needs to get over that Roy kid anyways. Just treat her right ok? No matter what kind of relationship you have with her.”

“Wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.”

“You wanna help me slip ghost peppers into Y/N food tonight? I can’t out run her on my own.” A sinister smirked appeared in his face.

“Only if I also get to fuck up Victors dinner as well.”

“What did he do this time?”

“Nothing, I just think he deserves to have no taste buds for the next week.”

Maggie laughs, one of his all time favourite sounds.

“You’ve got yourself a deal Zor El, if we need to lay low after this, I’m sure I can get Uncle Harvey to let us stay at his place.”

“I like the way you think.”

Distractions are the best way to get Maggie to forget about this whole thing. She’d eventually stop being mad at Y/N, but I don’t think she’ll ever fully forgive her. But what’s done is done.

An: Basil is Aro/Ace but he is capable of Queer Platonic feelings. And that’s most likely what he’s feeling toward the other Queen girl.

@flaysthings @keffirinne @howl-fantasies