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I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.
Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.
#eleanor shellstrop#you know i was thinking about how we hold female characters to such high standards#and severely criticize bitchy female characters while praising asshole male characters#and then i remembered eleanor and realized that she is the perfect example of how to write an asshole woman that the audience likes#the worse she is the more i'm drawn to her (and honestly same for tahani)#we need more cringe-fail women who nobody likes (for good reason)#the good place#female characters#writing women#girl failure#girl loser#she's so mean#i love her#my favorite#fucking asshole#iconic#the good place eleanor#tgp#tgp eleanor#kristen bell
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They shop at the Meryl Stryfe Republic too!!đâšđž
So Jake Wyatt, one of the creators of My Adventures with Superman, seems to have confirmed that Meryl Stryfe was indeed inspiration for their characterization of Lois Lane.
I love an iconic tenacious short girl chasing a humanoid superpower.
#we love a female character icon#the one stop shop for All your spitfire reporter girlboss needs#Meryl stryfe#lois lane#my adventures with superman#Trigun#Trigun Stampede#Tristamp#jake wyatt#creator commentary#meryl my beloved
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Ohhh I am trying so hard not to get mad at people online you have to believe me but that post about bloodborne liking women is driving me a little bit crazy not gonna lie. We can all so clearly see and point out misogyny in ds (um. Im hoping at least) so why can't we ever do it in bloodborne? Even though its the same people? What about bloodborne makes you think theyre feminists all of a sudden. Because it talks about women? Okay, but that's not how that works, a work that disregards women is misogynistic, that much everyone knows, but a work that does talk about women but portray them in a weird light can also very much be. Also whenever people say bloodborne is about women or femininity, a huge chunk of the time what they mean is bloodborne is about motherhood and pregnancy. Which is true, but thats... Not what womanhood is thats not what women are about you can't just reduce women as a concept to birth. And motherhood. And being caretakers. Almost every woman in bloodborne has less agency than their men counterparts, most of them are more strongly abused, shown as complacent and weak and only exist to serve. Even maria has no agency and is constantly driven back to the fact she was gman's apprentice and following he and laurence's orders. She has little identity outside of them in written down ingame lore and the one time she did something outside of them, is the one time she became a caretaker (because all women are it seems). The fact the og lady maria npc even exists is even worse on that part. I'm using her as an example because shes the one people most often take as an example of bb being good about women (look theres a strong female character!) but it's obviously much more than just her, just look at arianna and adella for more than one second. The only npcs i can think of that i would consider Actually Good And Normal About Women are eileen and fauxsefka. And i mean actual npcs im not counting bosses that we dont know much about on a personal level (like rom and amelia)
What I'm trying to say is, i think it's awesome when people have feminist interpretations of bloodborne and i think its a good thing to take those female characters for yourself and its a good thing to make the game as transgender and gay as you want it to be, and its perfect soil for that too, i do it all the time and find many many themes in it by myself, but we can't keep lying to ourselves that it was any good at it on its own. It's soulsborne for fuck's sake it has Always been Really Weird about women and minorities just look at ds look at firekeepers and gwyndolin and many other examples. Bloodborne isnt exempt from that just because men are writing about pregnancy as horror.
#i swear i say this every month but like i feel strongly about this#slsborne isnt 'inherently gay' WE made it#and thats a compliment to us and not the writers#the writers did not intend to make it as gay & trans & feminist as we interpreted it#that much is very clear to me#its completely ok and awesome to celebrate bb as like trans culture and whatnot#i do that too im always talking about how its an extremely trans game#but we have to remember its because we saw ourselves in it and made it so not because the writers made it so#miyazaki is absolutely not a feminist icon or whatever#theres always more i have to say about this but i cant ever figure out how to word it#the thing is the way women are in this game are fine if they were isolated cases#but its the fact that they almost all are Like That that makes it bad#cuz believe me i love women with issues and women that r horrible people and women that are doomed to have no agency#i think theyre always the most interesting characters. but thats in cases where its not All Of Them#when its All Of Them that r like that it says something abt the writers more than anything#my worst curse is that i badly love female characters that are forced to be serviceable#im the blood saints fan im the firekeepers fan. but i see and know how absolutely fucking shitty of a trope they are#bc they dont exist in a vaccuum
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They're so twins-coded
#don't mind me y'all my childhood love for Hinata just came rushing back STRONG and I love connecting my favorite female characters#the gag is they actually have a lot of similarities when you think about it...#love my low self-esteem girls who feel like outcasts in their own families because they don't fulfill a role correctly đ«¶đŸ#(including a difficult relationship with a sister fostered by unfair comparisons)#Hinata standing up to Pain to protect Naruto...Arya standing up to Joffrey to protect Micah...it's all connected đ#hell you could even compare hinata/naruto to arya/jon because they're all outcasts with mutual respect + support for the other#also funny that Hinata gets hate for being too /feminine/ and weak-willed while Arya gets hate for being too /masculine/ and strong-willed#cause female characters truly can't win and will get misogynistic hate that people love to justify regardless of how they're written#my girlies are really tethered! we love iconic female characters who make insecure losers upset!#now that I'm thinking about it Arya with the Byakugan + her canon skillset would actually eat so bad omg#I just know they'd get along well and be besties đ€ they'd train together + help encourage each other...bring real sisterhood back!#born to be twins forced to exist in separate fictional universes đ#Hinata being a side character will always gag me because her development is better than some of the characters with double her screentime#no wonder she became one of the most iconic/popular characters of the series...see what happens when you're that girl? đ€
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#it's so sad seeing the t/r tag goddd#it really ended up like the kabby tag#forever mad at these men for actually turning out to be the most basic writers after all#who for all the preaching about romance couldn't let the big ships that made sense and felt like a natural endgame happen#but hey at least we got the iconic love story of beard with the woman who ripped up his passport...jumpscared him...stalked his friends...-#-didn't want him around his friends...threw his keys away and sent all those gross messages to him *sarcasm*#honestly it's worrying BH didn't see how bad that was and the message was nooo don't butt into your friend's ab*sive relationship-#-possibly saving them from a terrible fate and pain...(like you're just butting into a minor disagreement) just leave them be! what a-#-sh*tty thing to take from that...#and acting like they love their female characters but keeley who they gave a 'girlboss' ending (because oooo can't be both a girlboss and-#-in a relationship) but didn't show her being a boss in her own plot or anything really...#plus how last minute they made rebeccas plot and it didn't make sense and laughing at people who saw the t/r potential#they aren't sh*t and i mostly take back my praise (there were some good eps ofc which makes this mess worse)#hi im still mad about tl almost 3 months later#i try not to focus on it tbh i don't want to spend any more than 5 minutes thinking about it#the fact even when the strikes are done js will never own up to his sh*t#and i swear if that ep wins an emmy (when the other eps s3 and previously nominated were right there) im done#that'll be the sh*tty icing on the sh*tty cake
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we used to have more | oscar piastri
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pairing: oscar piastri x reader
summary: while working as community manager in formula 1 you have to follow a rule of no fraternization with the drivers, which keeps you and oscar from being together
fc: different girls from pinterest
warnings: some characters have names (because thereâs only so many y/f/n that i can use), some mentions of oscarâs girlfriend as her ex
a/n: so i have this one shot called guilty as sin? (that you should totally go read) and iâve been thinking about expanding on it a little because i keep getting ideas around the same concept so welcome to an au version of my own fic in smau format, enjoy!
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f1gossip mclarenâs oscar piastri was seen this weekend next to y/n y/l/n (the community manager of f1 social media) on different occasions. the people who sent us the videos said that oscar was the one that looked for her and approached her every time
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f1gossip mclarenâs oscar piastri was seen this weekend with his ex girlfriend at the paddock together, emerging rumors of possibly getting back together after six months of breaking up
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#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri one shot#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fluff#f1 x reader#f1#formula one#formula one x reader#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri fanfic#op81#smau#oscar piastri smau#f1 smau#formula 1 smau#social media au#5 seconds of summer#we used to have more
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youâre such a rollercoaster, some killer queen you are đŠč LN4
PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader
SUMMARY: it was a random encounter at a club in miami during landoâs first win and all he has to remind him of you was a polaroid.
AUTHORâS NOTE: iâm now done with my midterms, finally! iâll be posting the requests soon. for the meantime, pls enjoy this lando oneshot i made. enjoy! :)
REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.
WORD COUNT: 6.1k
WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, reader has a full back tattoo, cursing, and no use of y/n
Itâs finally the summer break, a month away from all university obligations. As the summer break kicks off, you find yourself in the vibrant heart of Miami, ready to enjoy the nightlife that awaits you with your best friends. The hotel room was filled with laughter and sounds of hurried preparations, with all of your excitement evident. In front of the mirror, you admired yourself in the silk black backless dress that definitely accentuates your figure, the fabric of the dress falling just right to showcase your stunning full Sak Yant tattoo that you had gotten on your last trip to Cambodia. It was a daring choice, but you loved the way it felt, and the dress paired effortlessly with your trusty white low-cut chucksâa perfect blend of style and comfort for the night ahead. Your friends squealed in approval of your whole fit, each one hyping how amazing you looked.
âAre we ready to paint the town red?â One of them chimed, a teasing grin plastered on her face.
âAbsolutely! Letâs make the most of this summer!â You replied, excitement bubbling in your chest.
The first club was already buzzing when you arrived, its lively atmosphere spilling out onto the street. It was packedâit was way more crowded than you had anticipated, and the thumping bass reverberated through your chest, the energy was electric. But as always, you and your friends pushed through the throngs of people, determined to start the night off right. You managed to snag a table near the dance floor, which is also quite close to the DJ booth. You could feel the energy of the crowd surge, especially when the DJ began playing the iconic beats of 2011 club hits.
The moment we found love by Rihanna started playing, you and your friends erupted in cheers, and memories of late-night dance parties flooding back. This song was your jam and you guys wonât let this pass, so you grabbed your friendsâ hands and rushed to the dance floor. All the people began to sing along to the song at the top of their lungs, including you, and losing yourself in the infectious energy that surrounded you.
In the midst of your carefree dancing, you suddenly felt a gentle yet firm grip on your waist that made you turn. You found yourself face-to-face with an incredibly handsome manâhis curly hair framed a sharp jawline, his aquamarine eyes sparkled under the flashing lights, and a small, charming smile played on his lips. You noticed that heâs a little bit tipsy, evident by his slight sway, but still managed to maintain a charming composure with an air of confidence.
âYour tattoo is incredible.â He leaned down to whisper it in your ears. His voice was low and warm, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as you blushed, momentarily lost for words.
âThanks!â You shouted over the loud noise for him to hear you, but not really sure if he heard you or not.
Just then, your friendâthe one who always photographs, had tapped your shoulder, her polaroid camera ready. She aimed it at you, and without thinking, you turned to the handsome stranger, flashing a playful smile as your friend pressed the shutter button. The photo was developed quickly, perfectly capturing the moment, and she handed it to you with a knowing look. An idea suddenly sparked in your mind, and you quickly rummaged through your friendâs bag.
âHey, do you have a pen that I could borrow?â You asked, almost breathless with excitement.
She handed you a sharpie, raising an eyebrow but not questioning your sudden burst of creativity at the moment. You wrote a quick âthank youâ on the empty space of the polaroid, signing it with the initial of your first name with a flourish before slipping it into the pocket of the white polo the stranger was wearing. The stranger looked surprised, a mix of confusion and excitement on his face, but he simply smiled back, his eyes lighting up as he reached for you.
âWait, I didnât get your nameââ before he could finish his sentence, your friend pulled you in your arm, her eyes sparkling with mischief, âtime to hit the next club!â She called, pulling you away.
You turned back at the stranger, waving him goodbye, feeling an unexpected pang of regret for leaving him behind. But you couldnât shake the feeling that this night isn't over yet. You exchanged glances with him one last time, a silent promise hanging in the air, your heart fluttering with the hope that somehow, youâd see him again.
As you and your friends spilled out onto the bustling Miami street, your laughter filled the night as you headed to the next club. However, all you could think about was the brief connection you had felt on the dance floor, a sweet moment that seemed to linger in the air, leaving you yearning for more.
The night had ended in a blur for Lando. After the wild celebration of his first Formula 1 win in Miami, the euphoria was slowly dissipating and replaced by a wave of drunkenness that hit harder than he had expected. By the time the club lights dimmed and the crowd began to thin, Lando could barely stand on his own two feet, let alone string together a coherent sentence.
Max and Carlos had taken one look at him and immediately decided that they needed to step in. âCâmon mate, letâs get you back to the hotel,â Max grunted, slinging Landoâs arm over his shoulder, while Carlos grabbed the other side.
Carlos chuckled, equally amused and exasperated, âhe kept pace with everyone at the party. Now heâs paying the price.â
Lando, wasted out of his mind, stumbled along between them, mumbling a mix of incoherent phrases. âSheâŠshe wasâŠbeautiful,â he slurred, eyes half-closed, as they maneuvered through the hotel lobby. âThe tattooâŠI need toâŠfind her.â
Max raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with Carlos. âWhoâs he talking about now?â Carlos asked, chuckling under his breath.
âWho knows? Maybe some random girl from the party,â Max shrugged, though the curiosity in his tone was undeniable. âYou think heâs talking about some girl he met tonight?â
Carlos nodded, âdefinitely. He kept disappearing from the group. Bet itâs some girl who caught his eyes.â
They wrestled Lando into the elevator, which was a challenge in itself as Lando kept sagging against the walls. When they finally reached his hotel room, Carlos fumbled with the keycard, managing to get the door open while Max dragged Lando inside.
âAlright, bed time for you, champ.â Max muttered, carefully tossing Lando onto the bed. Lando landed face-first into the pillows, groaning something incomprehensible as he sprawled out, completely out of it.
As they started to leave, Carlos noticed something peeking out of Landoâs polo pocket. âWait, hold on. Whatâs this?â He said, pulling out a small polaroid photo. He studied it for a moment before handing it to Max.
Max blinked, holding the picture up to the light. It was a snapshot of Lando at the club, with a girl smiling beside him. They were both smiling and looking like they were having the time of their lives, clearly caught up in the moment. Landoâs arm was around her waist, and she was beaming up at him.
âSo this is who heâs been going on about, huh,â Max mused, smirking as he showed it to Carlos.
Carlos grinned, leaning closer to inspect the photo. âIt has no name, no number on the back. Just the word thank you and a signature,â he said, pointing at the small initial written on the bottom corner of the polaroid.
Max gave a low whistle, eyes flicking to Lando, who had now turned onto his back, snoring loudly. âThe way heâs looking at her, thoughâŠâ Max said, shaking his head with an amused sigh. âPoor guy. Heâll surely lose his mind trying to find her again.â
âYou think heâs going to go all in on this mystery girl?â Carlos asked, already imagining the chaos that could ensue once Lando wakes up.
âOh, definitely. Look at that faceâheâs going to lose his mind trying to find her.â Max chuckled, running a hand through his hair.
âIf he does, itâll be entertaining for us. He might actually be serious about someone for once.â Carlos smirked.
Max laughed, tucking the polaroid back into Landoâs pocket. âWell, whatever happens, tomorrowâs going to be interesting for sure. But first, Iâm betting his hangoverâs going to be the real pain in the ass.â
âI second that.â Carlos clapped Max on the back as they both made their way to the door. âLet him sleep it off. If fate has any say in this, maybe heâll see her again.â
Once Max and Carlos had managed to leave the room, the soft snores of their friend filled the silence behind them, but they couldnât help but share one last grin. Lando Norris, hopelessly wasted and smitten, was in for one wild ride the moment he wakes up in the morning.
When Lando woke up the next day, it felt like the world had caved in on him. His head pounded relentlessly like a jackhammer, every inch of his body felt heavy, and the sunlight seeping through the curtains are making everything worse. He groaned, pressing a hand to his face as he tried to piece together the events of the previous night. His mouth even felt dry, and every muscle achedâclassic hangover. Glancing at the clock, his stomach sank. It was already past one in the afternoon.
âAh shit.â He muttered, rubbing his temples.
Landoâs memories was a total fucking mess. Fragments of the party slipping in and out of focus. All he remembered is that he was celebrating his first F1 win in a Miami club with a bunch of friends, music, drinksâŠtoo many drinks, clearly. But then, there was something, or rather, someoneâwho stood out in the haze. A girl.
The image of you on the dance floor flickered in his mind. Lando couldnât quite place every detail of your face, but the memory of your presence lingered, the feeling of being inexplicably drawn to you. It was like trying to recall a dream that was slipping away. He just shook his head, trying to clear the fog.
Struggling out of the bed, he tugged off the polo he had been wearing from the night before. As he did, something fell on the floor. Lando blinked, looking down to see a small polaroid photo lying by his feet. He picked it up and stared, the image hitting him like a bolt of clarity. It was a photo of you and him at the club, your face being illuminated by the flashing lights, both of you are smiling. Suddenly, the blurry memory sharpened. He remembered youâyour black backless dress, the intricate back tattoo, the way you turned when he approached you. You had been so close, yet before he could really get to know you, your friends had whisked you away, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor, with only the photo to show for it.
Landoâs heart skipped a beat as he flipped the polaroid over, hoping to find some kind of clue, a way to find you. But the back was just frustratingly blank, except for the written thank you and an initial on the free space of the polaroid. He ran a thumb over the handwritten words, feeling a pang of disappointment. There was basically no number, no name. It was all just a fleeting memory. He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
âSheâs probably just someone who came and went,â he muttered to himself, but even as he said it, the thought didnât sit right.
There was something about the brief connection he felt with you that night, something that he couldnât shake off. It was strange, almost unnerving, how much he remembered the feeling of being with you in that brief momentâlike everything else had faded into the background.
Without fully understanding why, Lando grabbed his wallet and carefully tucked the polaroid photo into his wallet, sliding it into the hidden compartment where it could be safe. He wasnât even sure why he decided to keep the polaroid, especially in such a personal place. It seemed silly, but it felt right to keep it there, like a small piece of that night he wasnât ready to let go of just yet.
Lando sat there for a few moments longer, staring at the closed wallet in his hand. The next race was in a week, and he had the time to get his shit together before flying to Italy for the Imola GP. But now, instead of just focusing on the upcoming race, his mind kept drifting back to youâwondering if you were still out there somewhere, wondering if he would ever get the chance to see you again. He finally stood up to get ready for the day and fly out of Miami, he couldnât help but smirk at himself.
âGuess Iâm going to be thinking about this for a while,â he muttered, the memory of your smile etched into his thoughts.
Miami was fun, and now itâs time to go back to reality. Once you got back home, the vibrant memories of the trip slowly started to fade into the background, already having been replaced by the familiar routine of gearing up for the new university year. This was itâyour final year at university, the last stretch before graduation, and you are determined to give it your all. It was time to buckle down and focus on academics. After all, everything you had done in Miami was meant to stay in Miami.
Yet, no matter how hard you tried to immerse yourself in your studies, your mind would always reel back to that night in the club. The memory of the man you had metâhis aquamarine eyes, the way he had looked at you like you were the only person in the room had kept replaying in your head, keeping you awake at night. It was frustrating how much he lingered in your thoughts. You had only known him for a brief moment, not even long enough to learn his name, yet you couldnât forget the instant connection that had sparked between you.
The way he had complimented your tattoo, the way he had smiled when you slipped the polaroid into his polo pocketâit had all felt surreal, like something out of a dream, and then there was the polaroid. You literally had no idea why you had given it to him, that was the only physical memory of that night, the only proof that your paths had crossed. Yet, in the moment, it felt like what you did was the right thing to do. Or maybe it was the excitement, the adrenaline of the night you felt that had pushed you to make such a spontaneous decision. But now, you found yourself wondering if he had even kept it, or if it had ended up crumpled in some corner, forgotten in the blur of a party boyâs life.
You tried to push these lingering and uninvited thoughts aside. After all, he had seemed like the type who enjoyed the party scene, the kind of guy who was probably very used to fleeting moments like the one you had shared. You definitely have no reason to expect anything more from it. It was fun while it lastedâa brief, electric encounter in the middle of a packed club. Still, a small part of you couldnât help but wonder what might have happened if your friend hadnât pulled you away so soon. Would you have stayed and talked more, gotten to know him beyond that brief moment on the dance floor? Or maybe it was better this way, a perfect memory left untouched by reality.
With a sigh, you snapped yourself back to the present, staring down at the pile of thick college textbooks and notebooks waiting for you. It was time to focus on what was real, what was tangibleâyour studies, your future. The man from Miami would remain just a distant memory, one that you would tuck away with all the other wild moments from your summer. After all, you had more important things to focus on now.
Still, every now and then, as you walked to your lectures or sat in the library, you would catch yourself thinking about himâwondering if he still had that polaroid tucked away somewhere, just like you secretly hoped he did.
Lando was no better. Ever since that night in Miami, his mind has been drifting more than usual. He found himself distracted during meetings, zoning out during race prep, and even spacing out in the garage most of the time. His usual easy going demeanor was now often replaced by a more serious, almost contemplative expression. It was as if something had taken root in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried to shake it, the memory of you wouldnât let go.
He had replayed that night over and over again in his mindâthe moment he saw you, how he had felt an unexplainable pull towards you, the way you had smiled when he complimented your tattoo, and how effortlessly everything had seemed to click between you in that brief encounter. It was ridiculous, really, how hung up he had become over someone he barely even knew. He hadnât even caught your nameâand yet, the polaroid was still inside his wallet, tucked away like a secret he carried with him everywhere he went.
Whenever he felt particularly lost in thought, heâd pull it out and stare at it, trying to remember every detail of your face, laugh, and the way you looked at him. He was becoming a lovesick fool. But that only made it worseâlike he had been shot by cupid, now hopelessly stuck in this strange limbo of longing for someone who felt like a distant memory. The problem was, he couldnât keep it to himself anymore. But now, half of the grid knew about the mysterious girl in the polaroid. It had all started with Oscar.
Lando had been so deep in his dilemma that he couldnât contain it anymore and had to vent about it, and Oscar, being a good listener, and always the voice of reason, had been the unfortunate recipient of Landoâs endless stream of confusion and longing.
âMate, I donât even know where to start looking,â Lando groaned one afternoon, slumping into a chair next to Oscar. They were in the motorhome, waiting for a debrief. âShe didnât even leave her name, no number, nothing. JustâŠthis. I donât even know why Iâm so hung up on this! It was just one night.â He pulled out the polaroid for what felt like the hundredth time, showing it again to Oscar.
âWell, that tends to happen when you let Max and Carlos feed you shots all night. Youâre lucky that you remember anything.â Oscar teased, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âThatâs not helping.â Lando shot him a look, half amused and half exasperated. âI justâthere was something about her, you know? It wasnât just the drinks. I felt this connection, and then she was gone.â
âYou really got hit hard, didnât you?â Oscar chuckled.
âYou have no idea, Osc,â Lando muttered, running a hand through his curly hair in frustration. âI mean, what are the odds, right? A random night in Miami, and nowâŠI can't stop thinking about her. Whatâs wrong with me?â
Oscar chuckled, leaning back in his seat. âHey, nothingâs wrong with you. You just like her, I guess. A lot.â He glanced at the polaroid again, shaking his head in amusement. âYouâve got the entire grid buzzing about this by now, you know. Everyoneâs rooting for you to find her.â
âGreat. So now everyoneâs invested in my love life too.â Lando groaned, leaning his head back.
âYou did show them the photo,â Oscar pointed out with a grin. âItâs hard not to get curious when youâve been carrying that thing around like a lovesick fool.â
âI know itâs stupid, but it feels like more than just a random encounter. There was something there, Oscar. I swear.â Lando let out a dramatic sigh, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
âSo what are you going to do? Just sit around and hope she magically walks into the next race?â Oscar leaned back in his seat.
âI was thinking that maybe, I could hire a private investigator or something, you know.â Lando shrugged.
Oscarâs eyes widened in disbelief. âA private investigator? Tell me youâre joking.â Landoâs expression remained serious. âNo, Iâm not! Or, I could just post the photo online, let the fans do their thing. They could help me find herâsomeone has to know who she is.â
Oscar pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. âLando, mate, listen to me.â He turned to Lando, face serious. âYouâre out of your mind. You canât hire a PI or ask your fans to find this girl. Think about how creepy that sounds.â
âBut how else am I supposed to find her! I canât even stop thinking about her, Oscar. I didnât even get her name, and now Iâm stuck.â Lando groaned again.
âMate, if youâre meant to find her, you will. You canât force something like this, and you definitely shouldnât involve the internet.â Oscar sighed. âJust let it go for now. Focus on the races, and if itâs meant to happen, itâll happen.â He added.
Lando sat in silence for a moment, staring at the polaroid again. As much as he hated to admit it, Oscar was right. He couldnât exactly post the photo online and hope for the bestâthat would be absolute madness and would really violate your privacy. But letting it go? That shit felt realy impossible.
âYeah, I guess.â Lando muttered.
Lando tucked the polaroid carefully back into his wallet. He knew deep down, he wasnât really ready to let go of the idea of finding you again. Even if it seemed impossible.
More months passed by, and life had already moved on, but the memory of that night in Miami still lingered in your mindâand in Landoâs too. The connection, however, had left an impression on both of you, though neither expected to cross paths again. You had already given up any hope of seeing him again, and had decided to leave it all to fate. If itâs meant to be, then itâll be. Besides, life has been busy enough for you. With your final year at university, you had too much on your plate to spend time wondering about a man whose name you still didnât know. But it seems like fate had other plans in store for the both of you.
It started when you had a week off from university, and you and your best friends decided to go on a trip to Greece over your week off. You have no qualms about it, since you really needed a break as well, and what better way to relax than exploring the beautiful beaches and Acropolis of Athens.
The trip to Greece was everything you had hoped for, but unbeknownst to you, Lando was in Greece too, enjoying his own vacation with his close friends. You were sunbathing on a pristine beach, chatting away with your friends, when Lando walked by just a few meters away. He didnât notice you, and you didnât see him eitherâboth of you are too caught up in your own worlds, yet there you were, so close but so far away.
The second time was when you took a trip to Ibiza. Another spontaneous getaway with your best friends. The vibrant nightlife and endless summer energy called your name. As you danced and had the time of your life at a beachside club, oblivious to the fact that Lando was just at a private party down the shore. His friends had dragged him out for the night, hoping to help him unwind after a tough race. You and your friends left just as Lando was arriving, two paths almost crossing once again.
It was starting to become a strange patternâwherever you were, Lando seemed to be there too. The two of you had shared the same sunsets, wandered the same winding streets, and probably passed by each other without even realizing it.
The third time was in Monaco. A beautiful city, with its glamor and breathtaking views, it was the perfect escape before starting your last semester. You and your friends are strolling down the harbor one afternoon, laughing as you all pointed at the massive yachts that were all lined up, imagining what it would be like to live such a luxurious life.
Inside a nearby cafĂ©, Lando was sitting by the window, sipping on a coffee and looking out over the same harbor. He had been restless, unable to shake the feeling that he was missing somethingâor someone. He looked up just as you and your friends passed by outside, laughing and taking selfies by the water, but you did not look his way, and he didnât get up, assuming it was just another passing group of tourists. Once again, fate brought you together, only to keep you just out of reach.
It was as though the universe was playing a cruel game, constantly bringing you and Lando to the same place at the same time, but never allowing your paths to fully align. You could be randomly walking down the street while he was sitting just a few doors away in a café. Lando could be entering a restaurant as you and your friends exited from a nearby boutique. It was almost laughable how close you came to seeing him again, yet how impossibly far away it felt.
As the months passed, both you and Lando accepted that what had happened in Miami was a beautiful, fleeting moment. Something to be kept, but perhaps never meant to be revisited. But thereâs still a small part of you that couldnât shake the feeling that maybe, fate wasnât done with you yet.
For now, though, it seemed like fate was content with keeping the both of you on the edgeâclose enough to feel the pull, but never quite close enough to collide.
One night, it seemed like that fate had finally decided it was time to stop playing games. You were in the middle of preparing for your final exams when your cousins called with an unexpected invitation. They will be flying to Singapore for the Gran Prix two months from now, and they have already secured a paddock club pass for youâfor all three days of the event. The kicker? They will be paying for everything; flights, accommodations, and even meals. It was definitely a golden opportunity, and although you had no clue what a Grand Prix was or even what Formula 1 is, you couldnât turn down an all-expenses-paid trip to a place you had been saving up to visit anyway.
âTrust me, itâs going to be amazing,â your cousin assured you over the phone. âYouâll get to be up close to the cars, the drivers, and the entire F1 spectacle. Itâs a vibe.â
While you were excited about the trip, the idea of spending three days around race cars didnât exactly thrill you. You knew nothing about cars or Formula 1, and the most you had ever watched were glimpses of motorsports on TV at home with your father. But a free trip to Singapore was too good to pass up, and maybe, you would find something to enjoy about this whole Grand Prix thing.
Fast forward to your arrival in Singapore. The sweltering heat of Singapore was almost overwhelming, but the excitement in the air was noticeable as you strolled through the paddock area, soaking in the energy of the Grand Prix weekend. You are dressed in a flowing white sundress that caught the breeze just right, paired with chic Prada Monolith Crisscross sandals, a cute beige mini Lady Dior handbag that matches complete your whole outfit, and the paddock club pass hanging around your neckâin all honesty, you looked like you belonged at a chic summer brunch rather than a motorsport event. But you were grateful for your outfit choices, especially given how hot and humid it was in Singapore. You werenât sure what to expect from the race weekend, but at least you felt prepared for the weather.
The atmosphere was buzzing, with fans eagerly awaiting glimpses of their favorite drivers. You and your cousins meandered around, snapping photos of the three of you to send to your parents for updates, and enjoying the free-flowing drinks and gourmet food available in the exclusive paddock club. Your cousins, die-hard Formula 1 fans, were thrilled to spot drivers walking around, rushing up to get photos with anyone they could.
At one point, they had spotted Oscar Piastri, the young driver who seemed to be gathering a crowd in the paddock. Your cousins were excited and hurried up to him, asking for a quick photo. Instead of joining them, you volunteered to take the photo, your cousin had handed you his phone and took a photo of them with Oscar. As Oscar posed with your cousins, you framed the shot perfectly, capturing their wide smiles and his easygoing grin. After the photo was snapped, you handed the phone back to your cousin, but something odd caught your attention.
Oscar was staring at you, a look of recognition flashing briefly across his face, though he didnât say anything. His gaze lingered for a second too long, as if he was trying to place where he had seen you before. But before you could ask if something was wrong, he quickly and politely excused himself, saying something about needing to be somewhere else.
âThank you!â Your cousin beamed, oblivious to the strange moment, as they admired the picture you had taken.
However, you were left feeling slightly unsettled. Why had Oscar looked at you like that? You just shrugged it off, thinking it was probably nothing. After all, he must meet thousands of people all the time, maybe you just had one of those faces.
You continued walking around with your cousins, admiring the cars as the mechanics prepared for the weekendâs race during the pitlane walk. The energy was contagious, you could feel it in the airâtension and excitement. While you didnât quite understand the intricacies of the sport, you were starting to get why so many people were hooked.
As Oscar made his way back to the McLaren garage, he couldnât shake the feeling that he had just seen someone important. The brief encounter with you lingered in his mind, he considered telling Lando about it, but something held him back. What if he was just mistaken? What if you were just another face in the crowd, one of the many people who flocked to the Grand Prix? He surely didnât want to get Landoâs hopes up if he was wrong because the boy is already losing his mind of finding you.
But still, there was an undeniable spark of recognition in Oscarâs gut. The way you had smiled at him, the familiarity in your eyesâit was as if you were embedded into his memories, even if he couldnât quite place you. The thought of Lando obsessing over someone who may not even be worth it felt almost cruel, so he kept quiet as he stepped into the garage.
âHey Osc!â Lando called out from where he was working on some last-minute adjustments to the car. His energy was infectious, his usual charisma shining through despite the long day ahead.
âJust met some fans,â Oscar replied, casually brushing off the encounter. He knew Lando was too focused on the race to delve into any side stories, so he played it cool. âPretty excited about the weekend.â
âThatâs good! We need that energy. Itâs going to be a wild race!â Lando said enthusiastically and grinned.
Lando was really in the zone, and Oscar didnât want to disrupt that by bringing up something that might end up being inconsequential, but Oscar couldnât help himself. As he watched Lando tinker with the car, a thought struck him. If he had indeed seen you, and if you were that same girl that Lando had met at the club in Miami, then there was a chance for another confirmation that it really is indeed you. Singapore is a big place, but the paddock? Not so much. People cross paths here all the time. Fate could also work in you and Landoâs favor.
âI have a feeling weâll meet some interesting people this weekend,â Oscar said, casually testing the waters. âYou never know who might show up in the paddock.â
âYou think so? Like who?â Lando raised an eyebrow, now intrigued.
âJust a hunch. You know how these events go, a lot of fans and celebrities come through.â Oscar shrugged, playing it cool as he smiled at Lando. Hoping what he said wouldnât come off too eager.
âYeah, I guess weâll see. Itâd be nice to connect with some new faces.â Lando grinned.
Oscar just decided to remain quiet, but inside his mind, he had promised himself that if your paths didnât cross naturally over the course of the race weekend, he would make sure to plan the two of you to meet. It was high time for Lando to get that second chance, and if fate wouldnât still bring you and Lando together, then Oscar would be more happy to lend a hand.
As you and your cousins walked around the bustling paddock, the excitement of the day washed over you. You were engaged in conversation, pointing out different drivers, when suddenly, your cousins spotted someone they knew and ran off to catch up. You paused, taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere and admire the vibrant energy that surrounded you. You never knew that youâll be enjoying the Grand Prix with your cousinâit was eventful, but really fun.
Suddenly, your eyes caught sight of someone familiar stepping out of the McLaren motorhomeâa head of curly hair, sharp jawline, and those aquamarine eyes that had been burned deep into your memory since that night at the club in Miami. It was him. Most of all, you wouldnât expect that the man you had met in the club was Lando Norris. You had seen his face all over the paddock, and your cousin telling you who he was.
You froze for a moment, your heart was caught up in your throat. Lando was walking with a group of people, laughing and chatting, completely unaware that you were standing just meters away. It felt like time had slowed down for you. Could this really be happening? After all those months of missed chances and near encounters, fate had finally decided to stop playing games and let your paths cross againâand here you were, in Singapore, of all places.
But just as you gathered your thoughts, Lando turned his head in your direction. His laughter faded, and his eyes locked onto yours. There was a flicker of surprise, then sudden recognition as his face shifted from casual curiosity to something more intense. It was like he couldnât quite believe what he was seeing, and neither could you.
For a moment, neither of you moved, caught in a strange limbo of disbelief. But as you or cousins called out to you, completely oblivious to the emotional earthquake happening between you and Lando, you snapped back to reality. You offered a nervous smile and a small wave, really unsure of what to do next. Would he even remember you? Should you go over and say something? Or maybe he was just staring at someone behind you.
âHey! Weâre heading over there!â Your cousins shouted, pointing toward another part of the paddock.
You felt a wave of disappointment was over you, knowing that you had no choice but follow and be with them. As you turn to leave, you glance back at Lando one last time, just in time to catch him staring intently at your back. Landoâs expression shifted as his eyes widened, and you realized he had spotted your tattooâthe intricate Sak Yant design that adored your skin.
In that moment, you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began connecting the dots. Your heart raced again, a mix of hope and fear. But before you could linger on your thoughts, your cousins tugged at your arm, leading you away. You felt a strange sense of longing, wishing desperately for a chance to bridge the gap. Little did you know, Lando was feeling the same way.
Fate had finally brought you together again. Now, the ball is in Landoâs court.
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Ok, so I wanted to do a deeper dive into this particular passage of Good Omens:
For context, this is at the climax of the book, theyâre at Tadfield airbase, the horsemen have been dispensed with, Aziraphale has his body back, and Satan is about to claw his way out of the pit.
In most of the proceeding chapters involving Crowley it talks a lot about how scared Crowley is. He is very scared of Hell.
One could perhaps say maybe he is scared of them due to The Arrangement, but that is never explicitly stated. I think it has more to do with Hell is bad, and Crowley has spent the majority of the book being yelled at by some entity through the radio or TV telling him how heâs going to be in super amounts of trouble when they get their hands on him. He is just scared of what will happen. When he comes across the book shop burning he doesnât cry for his lost friend. He curses Aziraphale, and I think itâs because the one person who may have been able to keep him safe and protected from Hell is now gone.
So when he thinks to himself (as shown in the above screen shot) that there is now nothing left for him to lose, this is why I never thought (upon reading the book the first time that is) there were any romantic feelings between him and Aziraphale. I know that technically he had already lost Aziraphale. But by this point he was back again, and back in his body. If there truly were romantic thoughts between them surely the idea of losing him again would come up.
I have read so much fanfiction, some old, some new, and what they all have in common is the detailed inner monologue of Crowleyâs turmoil over his feelings for Aziraphale and how he doesnât feel like he can act on them. In the book we get nothing of the sort, from either character. Even when theyâre separated there is hardly ever any description of them thinking of the other except occasionally to frame a short reference to something. Reading the book I never got the impression that there was anything more than two ethereal beings spending time and proximity to each other and doing work for each other for no other reason than theyâre essentially a bit lazy.
I think theyâre only queer coded for the fact that thereâs the line about Aziraphale appearing âgayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitric oxideâ, and Crowley is, well, very Freddie Mercury coded. Them being seen as gay together and all the gay slurs in the awful racist scenes of Aziraphale body hopping about in culturally indigenous people after the bookshop fire has more to do with the very typical 80âs/90âs trope of âbeing gay = comedy goldâ, than them actually being together romantically.
I think the reason why they were shipped so much after the publication however is for the same reason we ship so many male couples (or female couple) in modern media, why weâve always shipped them: because of the complete and horrid lack there of, of proper queer representation.
If youâve ever seen the magnificent Russel T Davies TV series Itâs a Sin, there is a wonderful scene where the character Ash starts a job in a school library and the headmaster asks him to go through all the books and find any book that has queer love scenes so they can be removed. Ash then gives a most beautiful and impassioned speech (albeit it turns out the speech is just in his head) of how there is nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is nothing to the point where they are nonexistent. They are invisible. They are not seen. (Or like, something to that effect. I tell you though, itâs bloody brilliant).
So I think thatâs rather the point really. You have two iconic characters, albeit supporting bit characters practically, and I think a lot of our minds automatically get drawn to wanting to put them together because of the sheer lack of queer couples. People have been doing it for years from Frodo and Sam, to Harry Potter and Draco (or Ron I guess), to Sherlock and Watson (even before the Benedict Cumberbatch show. Also as an aside letâs not get into how obsessed people got about Sherlock Holmes back in the day when those books were first published. The obsession was the reason Doyle killed the character off the in first place, then after getting letters from people telling him they were literally going to kill themselves, the reasons why he resurrected him again. Donât tell us that modern day nerds are weird and obsessive. Weâve ALWAYS been like this).
Itâs for this reason why queer representation is so god damn important. Why I still support the idea of Good Omens season 3. Because regardless of how the characters were originally intending to be represented in the book, itâs very clear now that they are so much more than âJust friendsâ. And we NEED that! Whether you subscribe to the idea that they will be physically intimate with each other, the fact remains is they love each other. They love each other immensely. And that comes from years of Terry Pratchett (and the other guy) accepting that canon and telling fans that itâs true. Because Michael Sheen made a choice and held a belief about how he saw his character and then David Tennant followed suit. That literally tens of thousands of fanfiction writers have decided the same.
So thatâs my take. I donât think loving each other was ever intended that way in the book, but in the last 35 years their story has morphed into the ineffable husbands that we now know.
What are your thoughts? Have I rambled on long enough to make any sense? Do you agree? Have I missed something completely obvious and gotten it all wrong? Keen to hear thoughts.
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Can I just have a small bit of headcanons or a Drabble on your pick of multi Gotham boys and their hands? Like I dunno if this is weird or not but kinda like just a dive down on what their hands feel like, whoâs are soft and whoâs are rough, who has vein hands, who has calloused hands. Just that kind of stuff please?đđ€đ„ș (reason being of a specific hand edit I saw on tiktok đ, also donât feel obligated to do this if you donât wanna. I completely understand.)
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â Characters ⏠Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Jonathan Crane
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â tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Not pure porn but smut. Suggestive. Might be the most vanilla thing i've written? but I love this request so much and I AM A SLUT for these men. Canon typical violence for Victor, Oswald getting a little rough ;)
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â« âThis is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me.â Flesh by Simon Curtis
I know what you're thinking.
Oswald's hands? Out of every Gotham man I could've chosen???
YES. YES OSWALD'S HANDS. Have you seen this mans HANDS? Whether they are on a knife, or in those red gloves, or if he's leaning forward on them? All predatory like...
Not to mention...the VEINS. In almost every scene I've seen of this man? His hands are VEINY. Skinny bird man is not living up to that penguin stereotype, especially not in the earlier seasons.
God- just the way he stirs the wine glass or glass of brandy. Yeah. He's thinking and wishing it was your thighs he was holding, staring into the golden swirls.
The man has some issues with being nervous during sex, but when he lets loose he lets LOOSE. And he becomes feral, desperate, grinding and PAWING for every part of you he can kiss and hold and worship.
C'mon. We see the way he grips that cane of his. The way he holds the custom made knife. The way he gets his knuckles all bloody from hitting Fish or doing his own dirty work in season 1.
Also...going back to those red gloves of his. Could you imagine? Him making you grind yourself into the palm of his hand, watching you, mesmerized at the feeling of skin on leather.
He just wants to watch you writhe from pleasure. His little true love all needy for him and his hands. Gah.
He's so flustered, by the way, if you tell him you like his hands. He's sputtering, and asking why, but that little cheeky (and villainous mastermind) part of him is making a note to use them even more.
"You-," He says with a bit of an unbelieving smile, brows furrowed, voice wavering before his face turns to a look of complete shock, "You want me to what?"
Don't get him wrong, he's listening intently to your wishes, he just looks like he's seen a ghost at your vulgarity. He's not used to being wanted.
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â« âYou can dominate the game 'cause I'm tough / This spark of black that I seem to love.â Flesh by Simon Curtis
This man might have the most iconic hands out of EVERYONE on this list.
I mean, c'mon now. When you think of leather-clad knuckle-less gloves, who do you think of?
The man, the myth, the legend himself. Victor Zsasz has the hands of a working man and he likes to use them.
These are the same hands he carries his guns in, the same trigger finger that will pump inside you while you mewl around him.
In all seriousness, though, he LOVES his hands too. They are his favorite part of his body. Without his hands, what would he be able to do? He's skilled with them. Pleasuring you with them is no different.
They are slightly calloused from the sharp edges of the guns he holds, but he's learned to use his gloves to protect them. Regardless, the old scars and marks from when he was just a boy playing with a tec-9 still remain.
Also, he canonically wears rings when we first see him in the show. Yeah, he's using that to his advantage.
You'll feel the cold metal as he drags a finger along your spine, watching you shiver. He'll do that lazy side-smirk, breathing heavily as he watches you arch up into him just from a touch.
Don't tell him you love his hands. Please, for the sake of the zsaszettes having to suffer a total EGO trip. He's taking it in stride.
But if you do happen to mention it...he's bragging about it.
Every time he gets complimented on a nice shot, he's bring you up.
I can imagine him holding someone hostage, whether its Jim or someone else. He notices them staring at the gun in his hand, full of fear, and he'll look flattered.
"Oh? Are you staring at my hands? Sorry, I'm taken." He's mentioning, off-hand, to the rando he's kidnapped. It doesn't matter if the hostage is a full on 50 year old man. "My girlfriend says she loves my hands. Y'know, life's work, and all that."
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â« âThis is not the way into my heart, into my head. / Into my brain, into none of the above.â Flesh by Simon Curtis
Okay, maybe iâm just a monster fucker, but HEAR ME OUT!!
Uncut nails behind those talons of his on his costume. On or off.
Sometimes, heâll be fully clothed, drawing scratch-marks into your skin, lowly humming in pleasure. That little spark of fear in your eyes when he draaaaaags down just right makes him go crazy.
He canât help it. Youâre his armeggedon, his muse, his savior all in one. The remedy to his madnessâŠand you get all worked up from just a touch. It strokes his ego, like Victor, but heâs quieter about it.
Dirt beneath his fingernails, callouses and blisters from working with those damned poisons. Heâs suffered a chemical burn or two, and youâll see the small circle scars on his knuckles.
Youâre like his personal test subject. He likes to study you- watch your expressions when he glides his nails down your skin, almost touching you- but not quite.
Surprisingly a tease when he finds out. Heâs nonchalant. He wonât let you see the sheer arousal simmering beneath the surface.
But boy, itâs there. His heavy breathing. It affects him just as much as it effects you. The chill down your back, the shivers left in his wake. He takes his time edging playing with you.
You might need to ask him to cut them lowkey because they can be kinda painful when heâs fingering you. OrâŠif youâre into that little sting of pain while his tongue massages your clit through his mask.
He doesnât talk much, but when he does, itâs filthy.
âThere you go, little mouse. You like it, donât you?â He pauses, in thought, while you grind for friction like a cat in heat against his finger tips. âI wonderâŠwhere I should sink my claws into you next?â
That damned deep voice of hisâŠthe subtle curl of his fingers inside you. Before you know it, heâs pumping in and out, trying to elicit the most vulgar reactions from you. He canât help it. For a man who prides himself on controlâŠhe looses it all when heâs with you.
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Sakura Haruno
Her husband is gay and her author doesn't know how to write women. So many people say she's the worst but she. DESERVES. BETTER!!! Save her from this franchise.
My baby girl my bestie my best friend. She committed the crime of um being written by kishimoto who both doesnât know how to write women and somehow writes men in the gayest way possible specifically naruto and sasuke. Like the thing is naruto and sasuke ARE gay and also she gets so much hate for the crime of kishimoto writing her one dimensionally in love with sasuke. I know her personally she is a butch lesbian to me just trust me sheâs in love with Ino and has a lesbian thing going on with Karin okay just trust me. My everything. She needs to divorce the loveless lavender marriage sheâs inÂ
What is there to say, even? The OG Threat to my 90s anime brain, the only woman I've ever hated with such a passion she made me turn away from the color pink. I used to write fics with my friend where she got left behind on purpose so our OCs could join the Naruto and Sasuke team instead. I loathed this bitch until I was 16 and realized the author simply couldnt write women and decided it was time to make peace with Sakura. It is not her fault she's vaguely written and obsessive over Sasuke. She deserves better. Sasuke and Naruto still should be together and Sakura shouldnt be with Sasuke but I no longer believe this because I hate Sakura, it is because I love her. She deserves a spouse who will actually put in the time to treat her like the hero she is.
Misa Amane
she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage itâincompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.
she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!
Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime
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Hello!
Could you write some romantic headcanons for Valentino with a fem reader who's an overlord, and is either equally as powerful as him or more? I would love to see the dynamic, because we know how he treats his employees, but I'm interested in how he would act with someone who's "higher class" (would he see her as equal, treat her with more respect ect.).
Btw, I love your works. Your writing style is amazing.
Have a nice day/night <3
Valentino X Reader [Romantic]
In which you are one of the strongest overlords, and you far outpower all the V's combined. Reader is female.
When you first met, it was a very back-and-forth relationship
Always nitpicking each other, bickering a ton, and making jokes at the others expense
This was mostly at meetings or at public events, but for the most part, Valentino never bothered to know more about you
Vox was a good friend of yours, though, so he always saw you in a positive light on social media or television
Slowly, Valentino had to come to terms with the fact that you were extremely well known, as you'd taken down many overlords who crossed you without so much as a scratch
In all honesty, he's quite the coward, so he tries to avoid you as much as Vox and Velvette invite you into their lives
The fact that anyone, let alone a woman, is more powerful than him? Its infruiating
Mostly because it hurts his masculinity, what little is left of it
While normally your strength would be worth exploiting, Velvette and Vox being so attached meant he was forced to respect you
Forced is the key word because he never respects anyone besides himself, which makes it way harder to be around you, though his awkwardness is what really reels you in
You two have a lot in common: you get what you want when you want it; the only difference is that you are independent and do everything on your own
Valentino preferred to have others do the dirty work for him, so you always laughed at how prissy he was
He probably smokes a lot more after being around you because it stresses him out
He's not worried about you, no, mostly himself; you are certainly a handful, and wherever you go, you take over the whole room
Valentino is influenced by your presence, which is noticeable to everyone around him
He is less hot-headed, less likely to lash out, and less likely to manipulate anyone into doing his bidding
It is almost as if he is trying to impress you further by being independent himself, as hard as it is for him
You know this; it's very blatant, but honestly, it's so cute seeing him try to act so big and bad when he's like a mutt next to you
Valentino idolizes you in your relationship; you are an icon that he must protect
He will go to extreme lengths for you
This stupid overlord will still bicker with you, but he will leave any prods towards you out of it and will only get huffy if you start insulting him too much
Author's Note - Honestly surprised I got requested Valentino but also excited! He is such a dynamic character, defo one of my hardest to write. I also can't wait to do Velvette! Thank you for requenting đ€
#koko writez#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#hazbin hotel x reader#helluva boss x reader#reader insert#x reader#valentino#valentino x reader
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Propaganda
Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)âI hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!
Setsuko Hara (Tokyo Story, Late Spring, The Idiot)â "'The only time I saw Susan Sontag cry,' a writer once told me, his voice hushed, 'was at a screening of a Setsuko film.' What Setsuko had wasnât glamourâshe was just too sensible for thatâit was glow, one that ebbed away and left you concerned, involved. You got the sense that this glow, like that of dawn, couldnât be bought. But her smiles were human and held minute-long acts, ones with important intermissions. When she looked away, she absented herself; you felt that sheâd dimmed a fire and clapped a lid on something about to spill. Over the last decade, whenever anyone brought up her lipsâ'Setsukoâs eternal smile,' critics said, that day we learned that sheâd diedâI thought instead of the thing she made us feel when she let it fall." - Moeko Fujii
This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Setsuko Hara:
One of the best Japanese actresses of all time; a symbol of the golden era of Japanese cinema of the 1950s After seeing a Setsuko Hara film, the novelist ShĆ«saku EndĆ wrote: "We would sigh or let out a great breath from the depths of our hearts, for what we felt was precisely this: Can it be possible that there is such a woman in this world?"
One of the greatest Japanese actresses of all time!! Best known for acting in many of Yasujiro Ozu's films of the 40s and 50s. Also she has a stunning smile and beautiful charm!
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She's considered by some to be the greatest Japanese actress of all time! In Kurosawa's The Idiot she haunts the screen, and TOTALLY steals the show from Mifune every time she appears.
She's considered by some to be the greatest Japanese actress of all time! In Kurosawa's The Idiot she haunts the screen, and TOTALLY steals the show from Mifune every time she appears.
"No other actor has ever mastered the art of the smile to the same extent as Setsuko Hara (1920â2015), a celebrated star and highly regarded idol who was one of the outstanding actors of 40s and 50s Japanese cinema. Her radiant smile floods whole scenes and at times cautiously undermines the expectations made of her in coy, ironic fashion. Yet her smile's impressive range also encompasses its darker shades: Hara's delicate, dignified, melancholy smile with which she responds to disappointments, papers over the emotions churning under the surface, and flanks life's sobering realizations. Her smiles don't just function as a condensed version of her ever-precise, expressive, yet understated acting ability, they also allow the very essence of the films they appear in to shine through for a brief moment, often studies of the everyday, post-war dramas which revolve around the break-up of family structures or the failure of marriages. Her performances tread a fine line between social expectation and personal desire in post-war Japan, as Hara attempts to lay claim to the autonomy of the female characters she plays â frequently with a smile." [link]
Leading lady of classic Japanese cinema with a million dollar smile
Maybe the most iconic Japanese actress ever? She rose to fame making films with Yasujiro Ozu, becoming one of the most well-known and beloved actresses in Japan, working from the 30s through the 60s in over 100 hundred. She is still considered one of the greatest Japanese actresses ever, and in my opinion, just one of the greatest actresses of all time. And she was HOT! Satoshi Kon's film Millennium Actress was largely based on her life and her career.
Barbara Stanwyck:
"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"
"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."
"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."
"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."
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"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."
"She was part of my gay awakening"
"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, âOh, I would never play that part, sheâs too common.â So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said âWe offered this to Ginger Rogers but sheâs turned it down, would you be interested?â And she read the script and she said; âYou bet! I LOVE playing common broads. [link]"
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A Deep Dive Into Disneyâs Most Underperforming Princess
Princess Aurora canât even be described as controversial. To most, sheâs simply boring, too passive, and a continuation of the bland cycle of white princesses who wait around for magic or a prince to save them. Although no one hates her, they find her irritating at the worst, uninteresting at best. In the fifties, they must have thought the same thing. Sleeping Beauty was a commercial failure, and led to company wide annual loss. Sleeping Beauty had followed several other financial flops, such as Bambi and Alice in Wonderland, the latter costing Disney around half a million dollars. Due to her lack of popularity, Aurora may be one of the most neglected Princesses. Many cling to her out of nostalgia, or because she has a nice design, and they find it hard to defend their love for the movie. But the movieâs turbulent history and the amount of detail that went into Aurora herself is what really makes her so incredibly fascinating.
Starting with her design, Disney hired Marc Davis as the supervising animator for Aurora. He also animated Maleficent. The intention was for them to be realistic enough to be placed against the heavily detailed backgrounds of the movie. Davis had embraced this artistic direction, while many of the animators found it, and especially Aurora, laborious and tiring to work on. Both Maleficent and Aurora had to be refined and dynamic. Davis was Disneyâs go-to animator for âpretty girlsâ, examples being Tinkerbell and Alice. His knowledge of anatomy and the human body brought both Aurora and Cinderella to life, two of Disneyâs most visually iconic characters. Davis had also incorporated Art Nouveau and Art Deco into Auroraâs design, while the tapestry-like art style of the movie was chosen by Eyvind Earle, who was inspired by pre-Renaissance European art. The score and songs were based on Tchaikovskyâs ballet.
Aurora alone required more effort and attention to detail than any princess before her. It took Walt Disney and his team three years to choose a voice actress. They nearly scrapped the project until they discovered Mary Costa, but Disney himself avoided interacting with her in person early on in the project, fearing that sheâd influence his vision of the movie.
Aurora was loosely based on her voice actress. Her appearance and her habits (such as gesturing when speaking and singing) were both incorporated into Auroraâs animation. She was also drawn to resemble both her live action model, the same one as Cinderellaâs, Helene Stanley, and actress Audrey Hepburn. Davis took inspiration from Audrey Hepburnâs slender physique and elegant demeanour.
In the book Multiculturalism and the Mouse: Race and Sex in Disney Entertainment, author Douglas Brode referred to Aurora as âa model of modern (50âs) female glamourâ and compared her to Brigitte Bardot. He also compared her gown to the work of Christian Dior.
As a character, she was described by Nerve as being âthe apex of women who made no choices for themselves.â Aurora is a member of the âGolden Eraâ of Disney heroines, the original Princess trifecta. Her dreams are the same as those before her. But itâs possible that Auroraâs dreams of true love derived from the need for companionship outside of her three fairy godmothers.
On their website, Disney describes her as, âgraceful and kind. She knows that a wonderful future awaits, if you just have the courage to dream it. Aurora enjoys using her imagination and sharing stories with her forest friends. She is also loyal in her relationships -- to her animal friends, her fairies, and her kingdom. Aurora believes in a wish and remains hopeful that she will find the adventure she is looking for.â
Walt Disney himself described Aurora as being âa very layered character/different. Sheâs calm, yet playful. She has a sense of humour, and she has an imagination.â We can not argue that she was considered layered through the lens of the fifties, because many critics disliked all three of the original princesses for their passive personality, or lack thereof. But from the perspective of the team working on the show, they saw much more to her.
This was the film that Walt Disney worked his hardest on, it took ten years to complete. It was also the very last Princess film he was involved in. Her âlayersâ were very much intentional. Disney tried to do the same thing with Cinderella.
With Cinderella, they attempted to make her less passive than Snow White, and they showed this through her rebelling against her abusive stepfamily. Maurice Rapf said, "My thinking was you can't have somebody who comes in and changes everything for you. It can't be delivered for you on a platter. You've got to earn it. So in my version, the Fairy Godmother said, 'It's okay till midnight but from then on it's up to you.' I made her earn it, and what she had to do to achieve it was to rebel against her stepmother and stepsisters, to stop being a slave in her own home. So I had a scene where they're ordering her around and she throws the stuff back at them. She revolts, so they lock her up in the attic. I don't think anyone took (my idea) very seriously."
The toned down version of Cinderella, although rebellious in her own way, is still toned down. That part of her character was written out. In comparison to what she would have been, she is passive. Aurora and Cinderella are both less passive than their predecessors, but passive nonetheless. All three of them are the staple damsels in distress.
However, Mary Costa described Aurora as âvery strongâ, citing her urge to defy her guardians as a display of independence and an example of her strength. Aurora was raised by three women, and had never met a man in her life. Costa believed that because of this, she was âinnately romanticâ as opposed to lonely or depressed with her sheltered life. To quote, âthere was a certain part of her that maybe she didnât realise, that was just so romantic and maybe expecting something thatâshe didnât even know what.â
She believed that her being raised by three older women rather than her parents made her âa little bit older, and yet, sheâŠhad this young, outreaching spirit.â Author Douglas Brode points out that the fairiesâ independent raising of Aurora mirrors âprecisely that sort of womenâs commune numerous feminists experimented with throughout the seventies.â Aurora living in an isolated, female-only space, with female authority, is reminiscent of the bold and liberating radical feminist movement. In her own way, as a peasant, she was independent. And that independence and autonomy was taken from her upon discovering that she was royalty and betrothed to a prince. She was leaving her home and the presumed man of her dreams behind, and not of her own free will.
Aurora had enjoyed her simple life, it had fulfilled her, even if she desired more. She had dreams of finding romantic love, which she talks about in the movieâs song âI Wonderâ. Additionally, her close relationship with animals demonstrates her loving and kind personality. She has a whimsical imagination, and itâs scenes like the ones from Disneyâs Enchanted Tales series and âOnce Upon a Dreamâ, that would support Costaâs claim of her being a romantic. Where sheâs changing in and out of pretty gowns with a magical wand, and giggling to herself. Or dancing happily with the forest animals, thinking about her imaginary prince. In âKeys to the Kingdomâ, she proudly sings about wishing to make decisions with her heart.
Her independence is demonstrated on multiple occasions in Disneyâs discontinued Enchanted Tales: Follow Your Dreams. Aurora graciously accepts responsibility of her kingdom while both her and Philipâs parents travel away for a business trip. All on her own, she is determined to get all of her Princess duties finished on time, the hard way. She refuses to take the easy way out, time and time again, even when she doubts herself. She works harder than even her father, who would take the easy way out by signing royal documents without reading them. Even when Meriwether gives her a magic wand to help her out, she reads and fills out every royal form diligently, and helps out all of her subjects. She manages to complete her tasks on time and throw a banquet for her family and Philip by the time they return. The lesson here is to âstick to itâ and to âpersevereâ. But her insistence on doing everything on her own is shown once again in A Kingdom of Kindness, where she must plan a surprise party for Philip. The three fairies attempt to help her, but she continues to tell them that she wants to do it on her own. This series was cancelled, and it is difficult to find any clips of it online. But this short-series gives us some insight into Auroraâs character.
She is assumed to be the protagonist by most, but many consider the three fairies to be the protagonists. They help move the story along, they protect Aurora, and they have distinct, in-your-face personalities. Many consider Aurora authentic, or the title character, but whether she is the protagonist or not has never been agreed upon. Her lack of role in the story has been criticized by many. But some take it as an allegory for the lack of control
The most lengthy debate surrounding Aurora has to do with how feminist her character is. She may have been an improvement from the previous princesses, but she is not regarded as a particularly feminist character.
The three original princesses, all being pale-skinned European princesses with a naive and endlessly forgiving (an unrealistic standard), sends a message to their viewers that this is what princesses should look like, how they should behave. All three classic princesses are deeply intertwined with Disneyâs long history of racism and bigotry. In an attempt to amend this, Disney has released back to back live action remakes of their movies, all receiving mixed reviews. Maleficent was Sleeping Beautyâs remake, focused on a maternal relationship between Maleficent and Aurora. Many people interpreted the scene where Maleficentâs wings get cut off in her sleep as sexual assault. This inclusion made many survivors of sexual assault feel represented by the character.
From my perspective, the original Sleeping Beauty is technically a movie centred around women. A teenage girl lives with her three surrogate mothers, who end up saving her in the end from the female antagonist. Although Prince Philipâs role in the story is still a large part of what moves the plot along. It is Philip who is captured, as Maleficent knew that he would go looking for her. He courted Aurora, defeated Maleficent with the help of the three fairies, and kissed the princess awake. But he still doesnât get as large of a role, or nearly as much screen time, as the three fairies.
In short, both the movie and the princess fascinate me. And although there is depth if you squint, a character does not need to be fleshed out to be lovable, or at least endearing. Aurora is my favourite Disney Princess, and I find the history behind her and the film to be more interesting than what meets the eye.
#disney#princess aurora#my girl!!!#sleeping beauty#show white#classic princesses#cinderella#walt disney#analysis#disney analysis#essay#feminism#mina loves disney
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Replica Holiday Special Winners!
Happy Holidays everyone! It's that time of year and you know what that means! Time to announce the winners for the DTIYS Replica Holiday Special Cover!
I received so many wonderful submissions. Far more than I had anticipated! They were all so unique and creative and it was an absolute joy to look at each and every one of them! I really underestimated however how difficult it would be to choose with them all being so unique from each other. In the end, I decided to gauge the top picks on how well their cover captured the "essence" of what this Special is going to be like! Without further ado, here are the winners.
HONORABLE MENTION - @matchstique
Buddy! I love this piece so dang much! It has so much character and perfectly displays the wacky hijinks we can expect as well as the huge amount of stress our poor boys are under during these trying, pregnancy times. The movement and colors work so well and make me excited for what comes next! Seldom do I see pregnant females shown as the badasses they are, but you have gone and turned Cassandra into an absolute icon with this piece! Bless you!
3RD PLACE - @thegunnsara
Sara, the shear amount of craft you put into your art is STAGGERING. Every scuff on Raph's shell and wisp of smoke screams of a quality I can only hope to attain someday. I literally want to be you when I grow up! That said, the concept of this piece is also fantastic. One of the things I'm must excited about for this Special is getting to see Raph and Casey as they were and witnessing the strong bond they share. I love them dearly and this cover captures their strength and tenacity so perfectly. Gods among men.
2ND PLACE - @cupcakeslushie
Slushie, this cover is so damn fun and dynamic that I can't stop looking at it! Your attention to detail and composition are masterful and the fact that you could fit such a bombastic battle into such a limited space speaks to how crazy talented you are! You also do a wonderful job of retaining both the intensity of the apocalypse but also that playful edge that Rise always manages to retain! It's definitely the cover that would catch my eye on a shelf and make me want to turn the page to see what happens next!
1ST PLACE - @abbeyofcyn
Cyn, the moment I saw this cover, I gasped! It's funny because this is both a piece I could have totally seen myself doing had I done the cover, yet crafted in a unique way I could have never come up with on my own! On top of that, this slick composition scratches my little designer brain juuust right. The use of the hands motif is such a great element because to me, it encapsulates the conflicting themes of family/parenthood with the drama of what it means to be human. On top of that, having each character as one of the digits both connected to and encircling Casey is such a wonderful touch that really drives the symbolism home. Somehow, you managed to peer into the future and perfectly capture how the finale of this special is going to feel. Thank you so much Cyn for such a wonderful piece!
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Now that I think about it, looking back on these winners as a set, all four them actually do an amazing job as individual covers for each of the four "acts" that will make up this special. That was not at all my intention, but it kind of worked out perfectly for that. Gets me all emotional!
I also definitely want to put a spotlight on the other amazing submissions, many of which made it SO close to the top slots! I was going to post these pieces individually but I was worried people wouldn't then go to their blogs to view the covers, so instead have a compilation and links to the full versions! Please check out everyones amazing covers and give them some love. They all worked really hard and it means so much to me. Thank you everyone!
@dreamundraws - LINK @honeylief - LINK @gemini-forest - LINK @memorydarkness - LINK @skullythefriendlyskullface - LINK @v-albion - LINK @its-wabby-stuff - LINK @yris-latteyi - LINK @reagi-df - LINK @chaoscontrol50 - LINK / LINK @murasakibonnet - LINK @hitwiththetmnt - LINK @xandriagreat - LINK @karonkar - LINK @sunydays - LINK (sorry my dear, yours did not appear on my hashtag reference at first! D: But still love it!) @quailaz - LINK @delicatechildwitch - LINK
Thank you again all of you! You all did such an amazing job!
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I love how Bridgerton always takes these stereotypical female archetypes and then subverts you expectations and makes you rethink everything you thought about that character. And they donât do it right away either, they let you get comfortable with the archetype for a while and then boom, theyâre suddenly not as superficial as they seemed.
Lady Featherington seemed like the typical mean mother with selfish goals and underhanded tactics. But throughout season 1 while building up her villain persona they also set the stage for her arch in season 2. They showed Portia being ruthless blatantly but they also showed her being constantly let down by her husband, though that was less subtle, they also showed how she was money hungry, but didnât highlight that the money she wanted was usually FOR her daughters. Th en in season two they continued this with Jack featherington. It was the scene at the end of the season where Portia says her iconic âI am a motherâ line that was the turning point in her story I think. It took all of that set up she had had as a woman who had been constantly let down by the men in her life and showed her building herself and her daughters back up even when they had been taken advantage of time and time again. Portia Featherington isnât a villain, she is a woman who fought for herself and her daughters to have power in a world that sought to demean her and give her no power.
Cressida Cowper for the first two seasons was plain and simple: a mean girl. That was her character through and through. Season 3 takes that mean girl persona and shows Cressida in a new light. Cressida is not a mean girl with high status. She is a girl with no power in the world. Cressida is not unlike Penelope, but rather than using a quill to try to desperately give herself power, she uses insults and jibes in person. She is not desperate for a husband for status or power like we were made to believe, she is desperate for a husband so that she may be free, free from her father, and free from the confines of her mausoleum of a house.
Philippa Featherington is considered the unintelligent woman. For the first two seasons she is treated by bother the other characters and the narrative as this ditzy lady who doesnât know much. Season three keeps this narrative for the lost part. But it also starts to show her as less ditzy and more misunderstood. It shows that Philippa is not unintelligent, she has just not been given the tools in life to build her knowledge. Phillippaâs defining moment to subvert expectation was her âbugsâ moment where everyone had seen her as being very naive and ridiculous for wanting to release bugs during a ball. But when she releases them you see that what she meant was butterflies. Phillips Featherington is not unintelligent, she is just unapologetically herself.
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...in retrospect, I shouldn't be surprised that Re:Zero was capable of pulling off an episode like this.
Like, this show's always been about the toxicity of the otaku mindset. It's always been critical of the misogyny and objectification that defined the worst of Subaru's instincts and refused to let him off the hook for them.
But I don't think I expect it to be this naked about it.
Like, there's no sugarcoating the parallels here. There's no misinterpreting the common ground between Regulus' attitude toward Emilia and how Capella's calling out Subaru. The Archbishop of Greed outright says that Emilia's physical attractiveness and desirability is the only thing that matters about her, that she exists to be objectified by him in every sense of the word. And on the other side of the capital building, here's Capella confronting Subaru with the same subconscious way he's been looking at her.
It would've been so easy for Lust to be an evil seductress like basically every incarnation of her in fiction. But instead, she's something genuinely horrifying: a reflection of how our physical desire poisons our sense of morality. For all Subaru's high-minded talk of being her gallant knight and loving her honestly... I mean, let's be blunt, he wants to have sex with her. He's attracted to her on a sexual level. And that lust is as core to his morality towards her as his more nobler intentions, maybe even more so. Like, would he still love Emilia as much if she wasn't attractive? Would we? Is the fact that she's a cute anime girl the actual reason we become attached to characters like her? How many of anime's iconic Best Girls would still earn so much affection without their adorable faces, their moe voices, their frequent flustered blushing to show how innocent they are, their breasts shaped at whatever size their artists deem the most desirable?
And if that sounds extreme, just consider how many incel gamers have been losing their mind lately over Western games choosing to design their female characters with actual realistic bodies and features (that are often plenty physically attractive in their own right!) instead of making them all look like Dead or Alive extras. Look how quickly this "fandom" turns on fictional women for the simple fact that they can't jack off to them, regardless of context. It doesn't matter what stories those women have to tell, what human connections they offer through their trials and growth. It doesn't matter whether they're well-written or not. If these chuds can't beat their meat to the Star Wars Outlaws lady, or the Silent Hill 2 trauma victim, or how Lara Croft looks in the Netflix cartoon, then as far as they're concerned, these characters are fundamentally worthless.
And Capella has their number dead to rights.
Do we actually love Emilia? Do we love her courage, her kindness, her refusal to give up, her willingness to brave the deepest darkness to believe in a better world? Or do we just love the bombshell beauty all those traits are served packaged in? And how can we disentangle those feelings to love her- and characters like her- for who they truly are instead of becoming just like Regulus?
In other words:
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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