#women are already so targeted by the beauty industry

[yourheartinyourmouth]

the 1970s are over, you don’t have to get a nose job to get a husband anymore (you don’t need a husband!)

please your face is so beautiful with its natural features you don’t need to look more central european

hate hate hate rhinoplasty ads that target jewish people (esp jewish women). jewish women your noses are great dont listen to people who want to use antisemitism to profit off of your insecurities

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

There’s only one bed

Summary: you and Nat go in a mission and there’s only one bed

Word Count: 1.7k

fluff

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Natasha's POV:

Fury Just called me into his office to have a mission debriefing. Normally we'd have the brief with all the Avengers but, this is an undercover mission and let's just say majority of the team aren't very good at that. They blow their cover all the time and can't persuade people to save their lives. Ironic because that's exactly what it does on missions, save their life.

I've been told I'm going with someone but a name hasn't been given yet. I hope it's not an Agent from the academy. They're all newbies so I'll have to hold their hand the whole mission because they're clueless. As I'm walking I bump into Wanda.

"Oh hey, good luck on your mission!" she cheerfully said.

"Thanks also, do you know who I'm going with? I mean like any details about them?"

"All I know is apparently she's very popular among her fellow students, and by that I mean, she's hot."

"Students?! Great, so she's from the academy?"

"Yeah but, Fury wouldn't send her with you if she couldn't handle it."

"I guess your right but they can be really annoying needing to be walked through every single step of the mission."

"I guess you're right but, rumour has it, she's the best of the best. Your level even."

"Ha, I've heard that one a hundred times before, no one's better than me c'mon Wands you know that."

"Haha, yeaah I know Nat but just give her a chance?"

"Fine, I will but, I got to get to Fury now, I'll see you around."

"Bye, good luck!"

We parted ways and I gave her a smile. I walked into Fury's office and was welcomed by the sight of a beautiful woman with wavy y/h/c and shining y/e/c eyes. I going to be honest Wanda wasn't lying, she's perfect. Oh my god, I can't be thinking about these things she's my mission partner! She was already sat down in a chair opposite Fury when I came in so I took the chair beside her.

Fury started talking first, "Thank you for both making the time to be here, as you know this is an undercover mission so, pack a bag that'll last at least 2 day and 2 nights. We can never predict what'll happen at these kind of events."

"Speaking of, what event is it and why exactly are we going?" I questioned

"Well I'm glad you asked. It's part organised by Darren McHugh, not a big name in any industry but filthy rich. Attending the party is Lauren Emerson, your target. All you need is information from her about a weapon Hydra is developing. Her father has every Hydra scientist and engineer in his pocket so, she'll know a lot. Now, she's interested in women which is why there is no men on this case with you. I need you y/n to seduce her and get intel while Natasha watches your 6 and looks for another possible target who, isn't confirmed to be there, but there's a good chance he will be.” Fury explained.

"What's the other guys name?" the other girl asked Fury responded, "James Scott."

"Is that all?" I ask

"Yes that's all. Here's your personal copies of the file and be ready at the quinjet in 30 minutes."

With that we both left but I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment shoot through me at the thought of her flirting with other people. Damn I really need to snap out of this.

I got up to my room and pack my things. I also put in my red dress and black heels for the party and go to the quinjet. As I'm walking I see her already standing there. She catches me staring as I walk towards her and she extends her hand.

Reader POV:

I look over and see Agent Romanoff coming towards me, eyes trained directly at me. I offer my hand for her to shake and she does. "Agent y/l/n, y/n y/l/n."

“Natasha Romanoff.” She responds

With that we both boarded the ship, settled down and engaged in conversation. It was a long flight and we were going to have to spend the next 24-48 hours together so, may as well get to know each other. This conversation however turned into shamelessly flirting with each other constantly.

Time skip to when the ship lands and they get to the hotel (still reader pov):

We get the the hotel and Natasha asks for our reservation at the front desk. While she's doing that I take a minute to really take in this place because it's massive. There's a chandelier on the ceiling and art all over the walls. The architecture is beautiful and it has gold accents along every wall. It also smelt like vanilla, don't know why that's relevant but it smells nice.

I hear a 'thank you' and 'enjoy your stay' so I assume that Nat has got the key so I begin walking to the lift (elevator). I step in and so does Natasha just a bit behind me. She presses the button to the 5th floor and we stand in a comfortable silence for the short 10 second ride. The doors open with a ding and we step out and go look for our room. Natasha takes the lead and goes straight to our door and opens it with the key card.

"Wow Shield really outdid themselves with this one ay?" I think aloud

"Yeah, they really did." She agreed

As we were walking around the both of us were quick to realise something.

"There's only one bed." Natasha pointed out

"I was just thinking the same thing. I'll take the sofa I don't mind at all." I say trying to come up with a solution.

"No, it's okay I can." Natasha instantly tries to shut me down

"Honestly I'll sleep there it's fine." I repeat

"Look uhm, you don't have to but to save ourselves a very polite argument do you wanna just share it. I mean it's a double so..?" She nervously asked

"Yeah sure I mean, if your up for it?" I half mumble

"I'm the one who suggested it dummy of course i'm up for it."

I chuckle at her response and put down my bags by the bed. If I was being honest with myself I couldn't help the butterflies that formed when thinking about sharing a bed with her. Goddamnit, she's my superior I can't be thinking like this.

Natasha POV:

I brush my teeth and get changed in the bathroom whilst y/n orders room service. When I walk out she was getting changed so she only had a bra and pyjama trousers on.

"Oh.., oh! I'm so sorry!"

No sorry it's my fault I should've told you I was changing."

"It's fine, I mean we're both girls right? Nothing we haven't seen before."

"Yeah, yeah you're right, both girls."

"Never seen a girl with abs like that though."

The blush spread on her face faster than a forrest fire. She was flustered and I took great pride in knowing I did that. I made my way to the kitchen so I'd be ready for room service when it came.

Three knocks at the door alerted me that the food was here. I thanked the staff and put the food on the counter.

"Hey y/n tea's here!" I yelled to her. (It depends where your from but tea is just how we say evening meal, like dinner)

"Thank god, i'm starving." She gave me bright smile before plating everything up.

We sit on the sofa with our food and watch whatever trashy TV shows are on. We laugh at parts of it and it gives me butterflies, her laugh has quickly become my favourite sound. It's just so beautiful and care free, it also means she's happy which makes me happy. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear her softly say.

"Hey you okay? Lost you for a second there."

“Yeah, oh um, yeah I'm fine just thinking."

“About what? You were very focused."

"Nothing don't worry about it. Anyway, it's late we should go to bed."

"Your right I'll take the plates into the kitchen."

While she was doing that I went to the bedroom and set up the bed. I was laying down when she came in, she tentatively lowered herself o to the bed and layer down facing me.

"You sure it was nothing?"

"It wasn't really nothing and I'm about to talk a lot and I don't want you to talk till I'm done okay?" I respond with a hesitancy in my tone.

"Go for it." she says.

"I like you, like really like you. I know it's wrong because I'm your superior and your not even out the academy yet but I'm 25 and your what like, 20, 21 give or take so it's not like it's weird. Also can you blame me? You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Even though we only just met I can't help falling for you y/n. I'm sorry if I've just ruined the friendship we built today but I really needed to get that off my chest."

I look her deep in the eyes for any kind of reaction to what I just said. After a couple seconds of processing she smiled at me. Probably the biggest smile i've ever seen her have. She still hasn't said anything so I speak up. "Well?"

She doesn't answer me, instead she gently grabs my face and kisses me softly. Our lips dance against one another as second nature. Once air becomes a problem we release from each other's grasp.

"I like you too, if that wasn't already clear."

She giggled like a school girl when I grabbed her waist and started peppering kisses all over her face. She stopped and snuggled closer to me and buried her head in my chest.

"This woman is the one for me" I thought to myself as I held her safe in my arms. Although I really wasn't looking forward to this mission now.

[gacha-incels]

the otome gacha “Love and Deepspace” made a shit ton of money last month and apparently it scared the guys on gachagaming so shitless their thoughts instantly went to “being replaced by sexbots” for some reason. Does this happen when any all female gacha or female banner would top the charts? No, I’ve never seen women immediately make paranoid posts about being replaced with sexbots when this happens or discussing “well it made money, BUT….” I’ve seen men think women will freak out en masse about the thought of being replaced by some “sexbot” but I’ve never seen it actually happen, at least not as much as men freak out and think it’s the end times when like…a gacha game with a male cast makes a lot of money. It’s very telling.

I posted this here for a few examples in english/more western SNS of what we’ve been seeing while looking at the specific incel groups in South Korea and to a lesser extent China recently. Some of the posters may even be from those communities, in which case it’s also worth it to note how these ideas may travel from community to community. A big one is “this doesn’t count because the money is actually not even from women to begin with it’s from (male in her life)” - in this way it doesn’t matter how much or how little the game makes, the financial success will always be due to the powerful finances of a man. they flatter themselves thinking they own the industry in this way, even the games that pander to women. Newer ones I’m seeing are “actually it only makes this much money because men can spend on different gachas/vtubers(?)/games and this is the only thing women can spend on,” and “women are really hard to market to that’s why no one does it” - the first one you can tell is coping. the second one is also ridiculous as the reply says, women spend on male character banners and merch like crazy and the data is, again, right in front of you. The panic of “I hope this doesn’t catch on globally 😰😰😰” from the OP in one of the replies is funny but reminiscent of the “(if there are) men don’t play (the game)” fear of “genshinification” of gacha where male characters pandering to female players will be increasingly be added to gacha games.

Finally (and I’ve mentioned this in previous posts)I added the last one because it’s something I’ve witnessed frequently in all of these “communities,” if there must be male characters in the game they need to be “manly” and “masculine” - these things meaning looking strong, buff, built “proper men.” they will describe Genshin/mihoyo male characters as “femboys” or “twinks”, on a related note I have no idea how that term has gotten so far away from its original meaning and community that these anime nerds throw it out left and right like it’s nothing. You are probably looking for the term “bishounen”. anyway this poster says “women want masculine men” and I’ve seen a lot of guys say this regarding these games though the data absolutely does not show it. this is just the type of male design that they want because the bishounen male that panders to women in “their” game makes them uncomfortable. Look at the male characters who are designed for women in these games. Project Sekai, Ensemble Stars, Genshin, etc. they’re typically lithe and beautiful, mischievous, cute looking. Look up the type of fanart women and girls from a big target market like China make on Lofter, they’re not making these guys in the western ideal of “proper masculine man.” But frequently I see guys pretending the majority of women hate these types of designs that they actually hate. I mean you can already tell what kind of guy this is when he writes “modern woman is not feminine” lol. But there is absolutely a consistent hatred shared between all these men from different communities on male characters that pander to women in this way, part of this is definitely hating the fact that this character has been made for the female audience who they don’t even want playing the game.

[sarahdogoc80]

Lily is totally left guys.

Lily Orchard: I'm totally against capitalism it's evil.

Also Lorch: These drugs have a bad reputation unless I'm the one who decides to take them. Also addicts just spawned in addicts it's their fault.* Completely ignores the two huge pill tragedies that spawned both drug out breaks. Ignores that the pharmacusal industry is a billion dollar industry funded by the government. Ignores that doctors were paided to push oxycodine during an economic Reccestion and a rocky time due to it being Bush's administration. Ignores the women forced on amphetamine because they had to conform to unrealistic beauty standard so their husband can have a perfect LOOKING wife. And when she couldn't handle the amphetamine just give them Valium. Then they got hit with the hell that was 70's America and caused the cocaine/ crack epidemic that targeted black people. And has caused untold damage to their communities and culture. Ignores how mental health and tragedy and PTSD play into addiction. Spreads old propaganda made up by the LUMBER and OIL industries to get rid of hemp so their capitalistic empires would have no competition as the part you don't smoke can be used to make paints, toilet paper, paper, etc. Spreads old American propaganda about weed that has very strong roots in the anti Mexican racism of the late 1800's- early 1900's. Used a family member's death as a shield when she gets criticism and is proven wrong. Dehumanizes addicts the same way people like Donald Trump and Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon did.

Lily would make Reagan proud. I get that not everyone has the time to look into the huge problem that capitalism has done to the medical system. But if you don't understand then shut the fuck up. Because by talking out your ass your hurting the victims and helping shield the companies who did this and are already trying it again with Adderall and Xanax. Lily you are literally spewing right wing talking points. You claim you hate capitalism but no you don't. You hate the systems that don't benefit you. But you happily spread their propaganda like the good little puppet you are. Stuff like marijuana has it problems but talk about it's actually problems not the shit made up to go after Mexicans or the propaganda made up by lumber and oil industries so they could build their capitalistic empires. Banning weed has only benefited the systems you hate so much. And hurt the people you claim to care about/ be a part of. Idk a lot on the subject but in America, Native communities have huge drug problems because of government systems. The very people you dress up as are being hurt by you spreading this garbage. But hey you are immun to propaganda and are the smartest person in the room aren't you. Who cares about the victims you are helping burry. Who cares about the families of all races destroyed by capitalistic greed of the billion dollar pharmaceutical industry. You got your pain pills.

"So let's all do drugs and waste away and die. That's what they want. So what ever you want they will precipice it. No matter how high you get.... They put it in your brain that it is the solution. For depression, weight loss, spinal contusion. So take this better yet take two ."

Edit. I am Mexican American Lily. So judging by how you hold people with darker skin's voices as word of God or something (as seen in your SU videos). You by your own morals can't argue with me on this. As my community was hit the hardest by anti weed bullshit. But because I don't agree with you and you can't fetishize me you will probably go full trump supporter and start calling me a border jumper, or a half breed, or other non slur, racist remarks. Just like you did with that Bisexual guy who made a video on why your pokemon takes are ass.

[gaykarstaagforever]

I've never liked James Bond movies, other than like two of the Pierce Brosnan ones, and only now because of nostalgia. They're boring when chases aren't happening and too long and his gadgets are unjustifiably impossible and the villains are idiots with stupid schemes, and no one ever just shoots the bastard, leaving him to constantly get out of situations by deus ex machina or blind luck. I don't know what people want from these movies, what makes the "good" ones good or the "bad" ones bad, or why anyone is invested in any of this.

That said, I just watched what is, to me now, the one genuinely good Bond movie: 1973's Live and Let Die.

Bond fights a technologically-advanced drug-dealing voodoo pimp / Caribbean island dictaror, whose evil plan involves giving away a billion dollars of heroin for free. And this plan also involves him somehow successfully killing like 4 secret agents, plus, oh yeah, voodoo and tarot magicks are probably actually real?

This feels like white people mistakenly deciding they know enough about Black people in 1973 to make a movie about their world, and it is exactly as problematic and insane as you'd expect. And I loved every minute of it.

Such gleeful stupidity, done with such a straight face, is a beauty to behold. There is also a 10 minute sequence that is just Smokey and the Bandit, complete with a fat racist idiot Southern sheriff and incompetant Louisiana state police, who get their cars completely destroyed in slapstick comedy wrecks where people crash off ramps into bogs but no one ever gets hurt.

...Except this came out 5 years before Smokey and the Bandit, and maybe the same weekend as the similar White Lightning, so I have no idea who was stealing what from whom. I guess 1973 was just the year to start making fun of Southern law enforcement with funny car accidents.

I'm not complaining. I love this crap. It's just such a specific thing for multiple creatives to seize on at exactly the same moment. I suppose art, like voodoo, is endlessly mysterious.

I got the impression this movie is a critical pariah and was a flop, but neither is true. It made tons of money, and while people in general didn't and don't like Roger Moore as Bond, it seems most people enjoyed the frenetic weirdness going on here.

This was Moore replacing Connery, who set the iconic 1960s Bond bar. Like, hostility to anything new and different was inevitable. I don't feel strongly about Connery's Bond either way, because a lot of those movies are impossibly slow and his charm doesn't redeem them. So I like Moore here. He seems like he's still figuring out how to do the character his way, but that is also inevitable. But he's drool and wry and unflappable, and any lack of charm is fine, considering the movie is far more about jumping from one ridiculous situation to another at a break-neck pace. Bond is really just along for the kooky ride, and Moore manages that.

I love the cars and the costumes. This is peak early 70s, so everything is big and bright primary colors, from the cars to the collars and neckties, to the platform shoes and afro wigs. All the suits have vests. VESTS! The villain dresses his henchmen in bright bluejeans with scarlet polo shirts tucked in. They look like Target associates went rogue. It's beautiful.

Any more analysis of the plot than I've already offered is pointless, because this is a Bond movie. So even at peak wannabe-Blaxploitation goofiness, he's still boldly walking into obvious traps, inappropriately trying to trick certainly-evil women into sleeping with him, and solving every problem with a gimmick watch and desperate flailing that somehow knocks people out.

I don't know why anyone bothers setting elaborate traps for him. Just send a guy to pick him up. He'll know exactly that you've done that and get in the car anyway. That happens twice in this movie! And the same guy is driving!

The watch in this one has an industrial-strength magnet in it, and also the face spins and acts like a tiny buzzsaw. And, fine. That's the right kind of stupid. But how the hell does all that work on tiny watch batteries? I can't forget about that, which is why Bond movies aren't for me. And it makes Bond look bad, because anyone with that watch could probably do exactly what he does. ...Except probably the thing where he uses the magnet to undo the zipper on a woman's dress. That's very specifically a Bond thing, the cheeky predator.

But he's not the only incompetent gadabout, here. Most of the story takes place in the US, and he's working with the CIA. And they are AT LEAST as bad at everything as he is. But they don't have magic watches, so I guess that's why they keep getting stabbed, and poisoned by voodoo snakes, and have to call him in, to do whatever the hell this is:

Jane Seymour is also here. She is a possibly biracial? tarot witch who has virgin powers, and is owned by the Black villain. She gets manhandled and molested all the time, especially by Bond, and his deflowering of her is a major plot point.

As I said before, there are some problematic things going on here.

But the whole affair is so earnestly cheesy and high-energy that it's hard to find fault. They were going for schlock, and they schlocked it. James gets cornered by a hundred people doing a deadly swamp voodoo ritual that involves human sacrifice and a magic robot, and after some of them charge him with machetes, he responds by blindly firing into the crowd and murdering a bunch of them. This culminates with him getting captured by the villain for like the third time, and the guy acts like all this was just part of his plan.

Then Bond wrestles with him a little near a shark tank, but kills him with a Looney Tunes device. 1960s Batman showed more restraint than this. The Austin Powers movies barely referenced this one, because it is already a parody of spy movies. It is a thing of messy, stupid brilliance.

If you don't like Bond movies, this is the Bond movie for you. Everyone can get a laugh out of this, even if they're only laughing at it.

(Also the theme is the best Bond theme ever, but everyone already knows that. It opens the movie with naked women dancing around flaming skulls. That alone probably makes it the best Bond movie.)

[haggishlyhagging]

The history of drawing on feminist language and theory to sell products has been driven by the idea that female consumers are empowered by their personal consumer choices—indeed, that choice, rather than being a means to an end, is the end itself. The idea that it matters less what you choose than that you have the right to choose is the crux of "choice feminism," whose rise coincided with the rapid, near-overwhelming expansion of consumer choice that began in the 1980s. Consumption, always associated with status, became elevated as a measure of liberation and swelled with the self-obsession of the privileged but insecure. Tom Wolfe identified this dynamic in his coinage of the term "Me Decade," and later satirized it in his 1987 novel The Bonfire of the Vanities. Historian Christopher Lasch, author of the 1979 bestseller The Culture of Narcissism: American Life in an Age of Diminishing Expectations, laid the enshrinement of a cycle of consumption and neediness at the doorstep of the advertising and marketing industries, but also excoriated left-wing movements, feminism included, as enablers. (The temperamentally antifeminist Lasch would later target burgeoning marketplace feminism in his posthumously published collection Women and the Common Life, writing that "the feminist movement, far from civilizing corporate capitalism, has been corrupted by it. It has adopted mercantile habits of thought as its own.")

The feminist cultural historian and media critic Susan J. Douglas has noted, for instance, that the success of advertising to women in the 1980s hinged on its effective pairing of status and power with liberation. As neoliberal, greed-is-good, if-I-have-an-umbrella-it-must-not-be-raining rhetoric became the common tongue of the overclass, luxury beauty products, designer labels, and exercise regimens (Buns of Steel, anyone?) became liberatory achievements, rather than mere consumer goods. "For women in the age of Reagan," wrote Douglas, "elitism and narcissism merged in a perfect appeal to forget the political already, and get back to the personal, which you might be able to do something about.” The representations of choice in a time of tacit postfeminism translated neatly into what could be called "empowertising"—an advertising tactic of lightly invoking feminism in acts of exclusively independent consuming.

Take the infamous 1994 billboards for Wonderbra that featured model Eva Herzigova looking down in delight at her suddenly pneumatic breasts swelling out of a scalloped black bra, alongside the words "Hello Boys." The Wonderbra had been sold in the UK since the mid-1960s, but sales rocketed up thanks to the billboards. The ads worked so well in part because they were tongue-in-check (others in the series read "Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me" and "... Or are you just happy to see me?"), but also because they assumed a level of what feminist theorist Angela McRobbie calls "feminism taken into account"—a belief that the movement's success has rendered it irrelevant as something to be considered in shaping culture. You can almost hear the rationale proffered in the Wonderbra billboard concept review: "This would seem sexist if we didn't know better, but we do know better, and because women know we know better, this is, in fact, empowering." If Herzigova, Kate Moss, and the millions of other women who sent Wonderbras flying out of department stores were making the choice to wear this underpinning, and they’re exhibiting sexual agency in doing so, such logic went, what's more feminist than that?

There are no concrete numbers on how many consumers indulged that postmodern reading of the ads, but based on Herzigova's own reflections twenty years later, probably not a ton. Recalling the billboards (which, in 2011, were voted the most iconic ever by Britain's Outdoor Media Centre), she initially told the UK's Mail Online, "My Wonderbra campaign empowered women.... It didn't degrade them like some said." But in the same article, Herzigova complained that when she tried to shift from modeling to acting, Hollywood executives wanted to check out her underthings first: "I met people who said, Yes, we can talk about the movie over dinner. I was, like, What dinner? I can just read the script here." The fact that the supposedly empowering ad did nothing to chip away at the routine sexualization of women—that it might have further galvanized it, even—didn't seem to register.

-Andi Zeisler, We Were Feminists Once

[tiredkershyff]

Birds of Feather

DC x TWST

Summary: Tim Drake is a trouble magnet, everyone knew it. Well, it was time for new problems!

on ao3 Chapter 1: I've been feeling lightheaded since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin Chapter characters: Tim Drake, Grim the Greatest, Dire Crowley Warnings in tags

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Ah… My dear beloved,

my noble and beautiful flower of evil,

You are the fairest in the land.

──Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who is the most…

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Tim was a bit dizzy, thought tumbling one over each other, trying to make him come to senses. The words, those words were ringing in his head, and they were concerning. What in Snow White was this? Part of him wanted to point at the particular creep known as Ra’s Al Ghul. He would definitely call Tim ‘dearly beloved’. And ‘the flower of evil’? Another speech about ‘come to the dark side, we have cookies’? No, thank you. (God, he is really getting under my skin)

But put away such thoughts, he needed to deal with the situation on hand: WHERE THE HELL IS HE!?

Okay, he was incased in some type of box, the size is just enough to let him a little room to wiggle. It was not a wooden crate for sure, that was obvious from touching it. It was a solid hard material that definitely held some weight in it, smooth and cold to touch, so it was probably some polished stone. It was hard to say what exactly it was, Tim couldn’t see anything, but it might be marble or something similar. 

Tim pushed walls, to see which would move, and only the first one responded to his action. For now Tim decided to let it stay closed. He needed to assess the current situation, his state and equipment. It would be stupid to rush right away without giving it at least some thought, it looked like he might have some time for it. 

Although he better not to spend too much time. The front lid was heavy enough and didn’t allow any airflow if it was untouched, so the situation with oxygen was a bit difficult. Yeah, Tim could open the lid a little bit, but who knew if it would catch someone’s attention or not. So no sneaking some oxygen inside. So he had some time to think, but the time was not unlimited. 

The first question was, why was he here? The second one was where was he? And the third one when was he? His mind was so confused, so who knew for how long he was held there, plus the time-space shenanigans happen so it was always worth considering it.

So, the first one. Why? Tim could remember clatter of hooves, horses neighing, wheels creaking, rolling on the stony road. Those memories were blurry, but he was able to piece it all together. So, it was most likely some type of carriage. That was a bit of an archaic way to kidnap someone. They also keep him in a fancy box, judging by the material. Could it be the Court of Owls? Those assholes are pretentious enough to do this. But still, it was a questionable choice. 

Tim examined himself, to find more clues. The wig on his head, the heels on his feet, it already was a give-away that he was in a Caroline Hill disguise (unless they for some reason decided to dress him up like a girl). The texture of the wig was familiar enough to think it was Caroline’s, he spent a hefty amount of money on the new one, so it would look completely genuine and wouldn’t be itchy. Light touches on his face also confirmed the makeup on his face. Small prosthetic chest and hip padding were the final confirmation of his theory. (I’m glad I don’t have those big boobs like first time, those are much better)

That led him to some thoughts about other reasons on why he could be kidnapped. It was less likely that it was because he was TDW or RR. Were they targeting Caroline in particular? Or someone in the medical industry? Or were they targeting women in particular? Tim doubted someone would uncover his disguise and target him because of it. 

He also was wearing some type of long attire made out of some smooth material, cold to touch, reminding him of silk. That… led to interesting thoughts. It felt like those were some ceremony robes and he was going to be sacrificed by some cult. Probably just his paranoid mind whispering those ideas. But Tim hated how probable this scenario was. (Or maybe it’s some weird-ass ritual from Ra’s)

He didn’t have his utility belt, not like Caroline had it. He did, however, have some cards in his sleeves. Or, well, birdarang and batarangs. It was hard to actually pull them to properly touch them to understand which properties they had. He didn’t have space to put them back. So he slid just one down in his hand. It was an electric one. (Okay, that’s a good one. I wish I had my disks though)

By the look of it, he would need to adapt on the spot and use his surroundings after all. 

Now, to the where question. The probable kidnappers were: Ra’s, Owls, some weird cultists and a percentage for other people (who wanted to have fun, who targeted a specific group, who chose on random, to either kill, torture, sell and a lot of other fun activities). That was… A lot of variables to consider. 

Whatever it was, he would need to decide to be RR or CH in this situation. 

At least the assessment showed that he didn’t have a concussion or even bruises, which meant they were gentle with him. It excluded some minor options. Or, they beat him to near death and the small amount of Lazarus Waters he had kicked in. Though, it would heal only the immediate fatal injury if he was on a ley-line. And then it would have a cool-down, like it was some fucking game. So, they probably were gentle. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion outside. Someone was trying to open the lid, and obviously struggled with it. So it wasn’t someone who kidnapped him, they would have a way to open it without any trouble. So it was someone unfamiliar with it, and, presumably, weak too. Did they want to help? Or cause harm? In any case, Tim gripped his birdarang a tid bit stronger.

He heard a high-pitched voice talking about people coming soon. So they were a third party. And they were talking about getting a uniform. So they presumably needed Tim’s attire. An interesting choice of voice for this cloak. 

Tim decided to open the lid. Judging by the information the person outside said, people were coming soon, and those are definitely his abductors they were talking about. Not good. But it meant right now was the prime chance for an escape, there was only one person outside currently. 

And as he did that, the person said that they were going to use their secret move. So when Tim peeked outside, he was met with a circle of blue fire. He hoped it was a trick that made it blue, because actual blue fire was the hottest. 

As Tim was readying to use his weapon, he saw who was causing all this ruckus. A cat. A goddamn flying cat. (Was it like Teekl?)

“Kyaaa! Why are you up?! And what a girl is doing here?!” It screeched, it looked scared. 

So this gives him some new information. Firstly, apparently he wasn’t supposed to be awake. If he was drugged, that meant his training helped. He wasn’t sure what made him wake up earlier if the cause was different. The second piece of information was the surprise of seeing a girl. So he was less likely to be kidnapped for appearing female. This place was not meant to be for women. If the cat needed a uniform, maybe to blend in or for other personal use in a non-female place, he could be male-presenting. 

While doing the mental gymnastics, Tim gave a quick look-over of this place, his theories about it being a cult resurfaced again. The room was dark, not fully lit. The first thing that he noticed were floating coffins with some ornaments and glowing round stones in the middle. The windows had metal ornaments in the best Gotham traditions. And the chandelier was made out of a clutter of chains with glowing purple stones. But what made his breath hitch and his body freeze was the fountain with a green liquid. It was more goo-y and paler in color, but… The place had an incredible Gotham atmosphere and they used to have some pits with Lazarus Waters. Who knew what could’ve happened with them in the shit-hole that Gotham was with her hazardous water. On top of the fountain was a floating mirror.

So it was a cult. It didn’t look like League, they would use different aesthetics. The placement of coffins indicated it was not the Court, they would do it differently. But Gotham had enough cults on its own. 

At least he knows the where question. Not fully, but even this was helpful. 

The cat was not happy with Tim ignoring Grim the Greatest. (Grim? Like Grim Reaper? Maybe he needs the uniform in hopes of getting into this cult?)

The cat also made a cute attempt to attack him, but Tim easily dodged it, ducking and making a quick escape to one of the exits he noted earlier. The creature was not fast enough to catch up to him, so Tim managed to outran him and discovered himself in the library. He perched on top of one of the bookshelves, the dark cloak worked perfectly with concealing himself in shadows. Plus, this place was poorly lit. 

“Uuugh, you, puny human! I will find you and you’re gonna regret crossing the Great Grim!” the cat exclaimed, getting all worked out. (suure)

Tim was spinning the birdarang in his hand, looking over the library, noting the path through the bookshelves and possible exits. The creature was going to set the place ablaze and Tim started thinking about giving him a mild shock, but was interrupted by the sound of a whip, hitting Grim. (Is it hypocritical of me calling it too much? I was going to electrocute him… Yeah, it’s hypocritical. Still going to call it too much and shame this guy at least in my head)

“This is not a mere rope, but the Whip of Love!” the man exclaimed. A man that looked like someone who could pass as one of the Gotham crazies. If he had a PhD then he would definitely count as their Rogue. Really, most of them had PhDs. Bruce forbade them from becoming Doctors so they wouldn’t become part of the Rouge gallery. Jokes on him, Tim already worked with Catwoman when he was a kid, and now was wanted by InterPol. Although, B didn’t appreciate Tim dropping out of the high school and refusing to go back citing the no PhD rule. 

Also. (Did he just call it the Whip of Love?! What in the name of BDSM is happening right now?!) 

“And you!” the Crow man exclaimed, looking directly at Tim, which made him instantly wary. This immediately placed this bird into a dangerous category for noticing him so easily. “Ah, one of the new students…” he said in a calmer tone.

A student. A fucking student. (THIS IS SCHOOL?!) he screamed in his mind. With that the second thought followed: (He uses this BDSM whip at school???)

So the cat meant school uniform… It was an all-boys school? There were no such schools that looked like that in Gotham. Although the cult theory still worked, some of them worked like that. People wouldn’t immediately realize it’s a cult, and they either realize it when it’s too late or they get brainwashed. Well, he will need to investigate it from the inside. The second time he did that. But… This place had a lot of floating stuff, the cat was obviously magical. And there was a big chance the school either abducted or lured people with magic, and Tim didn’t have an ounce of that. Meaning he would have to pass it on to Zatanna and would help with it in some other way.  

“I finally found you. You shouldn’t have left the Gate on your own!” the Crow furry exclaimed. The Gate… Did he mean those coffins? Why Gate though? (Gates to Hell, Gates to Heaven… Some cults love religious themes. Huh, they could actually use religious guilt and promise to ‘cure’ those kids, while binding them to their use) 

Again, those were just wild theories that always ran through his mind. Most of them were just theories passing by, with a very low chance of being true. But he was also proved multiple times that even those low probable theories were true. Also, Bernard just amplified this urge to make crazy theories at every moment. 

He will roll with the student role right now to learn as much as he could, until the matter of him having no magic will present itself. Then he would see how the situation would unfold to decide how he would have to leave.

Meanwhile the crow man started talking about his familiar breaking rules, how it was so rebellious… Nope, he’s not rolling with this one. Nuh-uh. 

This cat would ruin everything with his attitude alone. And, as Tim predicted, Grim immediately protested. Crow ignored him.

“Now, come out,” the man asked him. (I’m bi. Ah, wait, that’s not what he meant)

Tim gracefully landed in front of the staff member, removing the hood to see the reaction on him looking female-presenting. 

“A girl? What? Or..?” The Crow was confused. 

The ‘or’ indicated on him thinking Tim was trans. But what way? Did they think Tim was a trans guy who either didn’t transition yet or decided to look like that for another reason? That would be progressive. Or did he think Tim was a trans girl, but because he was AMAB he was here? That would be… No. But what about intersexes? Crossdressers? Enbys? Ah, so many questions. “We will deal with it after the ceremony,” Crow shook his head. God. No, it was a 100% cult, Tim will stop thinking otherwise. He didn’t need to hurt his brain even further worrying with thoughts if it was or was not a cult. 

Although, it was in a way helpful. Who knows how they would react to him having no magic. Maybe he would cite him being a girl to dip? Part of him wanted to do a Valley Girl accent, but instead decided on a British accent, the strong one like Alfred had. He lived with that man for a few years, he even adopted a few words. Although, it wasn’t like Bruce had it. Half of his vocabulary was British words and he often slipped to that accent when he was tired or didn’t care much. Dick had it to some degree and so did Jason. Though, when tired Dick would slide into a Romani accent and Jason into the Crime Alley talk. Tim, however, would descend into a French accent in most of the cases. When he was a kid he would even use French words from time to time, the result of being raised bilingual (though, there were Korean words from time to time, but not enough to make him trilingual). It was most noticeable when he was way too dizzy, hadn’t slept for days or was under a lot of anesthesia or a lot of pain meds. Fun times. 

“I doubt I am a student here, there must be a mistake,” he started. “I don’t even remember how I got here,” he made a bait for an answer. This time the furry guy actually listened to him!

“There’s no mistake! You got here through the Gate, after all. Although, you are quite eager, aren’t you? Leaving the gate before the ceremony… Ah, the ceremony! It probably is well under the way. Let’s head to the Mirror Chamber!” The man was so full of joy. Disgusting. Tim already didn’t like the guy. 

They went to the ‘Mirror chamber’, probably that place with coffins, seeing how it had a floating mirror there. 

“This little buddy blew the lid off. And I don’t remember going through any ‘Gate’”, Tim huffed. 

“Your familiar is your responsibility,” Crow man said and Tim scoffed at it. “And any student who wishes to attend this Academy must go through the Gate’s door,” answered the furry. “Normally the students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key…” he continued. Tim decided to interrupt it. 

“Well, then why wasn't mine closed? There was no key-hole too,” Tim noted. 

“That’s weird,” the crow man frowned and said it mostly to himself.

Tim’s bird brain immediately went to playing a meme in his head. (That’s weird. That’s suspicious)

“Anyway!” energetically said the staff member. “The open ceremony is about to end. Let’s haste!” ushered the crow.

“I don’t understand where I am, or who you even are!” Tim said in a bit demanding tone. Not a loud one, more on a scolding side. Though, British itself could sound like that no matter what you say if you want to. 

"Oh my, are you still dazed? It appears that teleportation magic has left you disoriented," the bird dude, the bird fella, the guy in a mask said.

(Magic. He said the magic 'magic' word. And so I was teleported here, huh)

"Well, it's alright. It happens pretty often!" The staff member explained.

(NO IT'S NOT ALRIGHT YOU MORON)

"I shall explain everything to you. Ahh, my kindness is boundless!" The bird serenaded to himself. (Oh god, he is a broken reflection of those people on Galas, who donate money and praise themselves for it endlessly)

As they went to the courtyard, the bird man continued: “And I am Dire Crowley, the Headmage appointed by the chairman to take care of this place.” (Crowley? Could’ve figured this much. And Dire? Well, that’s certainly the way. He would fit in Gotham so well), "This is Night Raven College, the most prestigious academy of Twisted Wonderland for those who are blessed with a rare aptitude for magic," and whoo bay was it a big can of worms to open.

So he was right about magic, and about them abducting people with it. Because, yeah, magic was still rare, but they made a school for it. That was a front for a cult and didn't even try to hide it. Although, the atmosphere could be mysterious on purpose, to appease kids. Plus, none of the magic users he knew mentioned something like that. And they would, seeing how it looked so Gotham, just to tease about their gothic brand. 

And, Twisted Wonderland? What in Lewis Carrol did he mean? 

"I don't–" Tim got his confirmation. So it's better to confront that man about Tim having no magic now, instead of in the middle of the ceremony. And of course he was interrupted.

"Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as talented in magic are admitted to the Academy. Those are summoned by Gates which could appear anywhere," the crow man kept feeding him information without any thought.

So, it could appear anywhere. Such an easy way to kidnap. Could spin the story about them being so talented, that they were the 'chosen one' to study here. And why was he transported without his equipment then? Did it just drop right where he was standing before being abducted? That could be bad. 

"Anywhere? Then why–" started Tim, only to be interrupted again. A bit more and he was going to go full on Janet Drake on him.

“An Ebony Carriage carrying a Gate should have come meet you”

(Ebony? Ebony Dark'ness Dementia…Focus!)

“I don’t recall such thing,'' managed Tim to say something. 

“Huh? Seems like you had a bit of a bad reaction to the transportation…” murmured Crowley more to himself then to him. “Anyway! Let’s go to the entrance ceremony!” (god this man is awkward…)

Grim was trying to say something, but no one cared enough to listen to him. 

When they came closer to the ‘chamber’, they heard people talking about Headmage. Huh, looks like students weren’t thinking much about him as well.

But then all looks were on him, as Crowley asked him to go to the mirror. Tim tried to argue, but Crowley really wasn’t listening. That's bad.

“Wait, a girl?”

“What girl is doing here?”

“Maybe that’s…”

“State your name” said the ominous mirror, floating on top of /not/ Lazarus Waters. Tim tried to look as confident as he could. It really was time for Janet Drake.

“Caroline Hill” he said with some dominance in his tone.

“Your real name, boy” (Aw, there goes my cover)

––––

“Wait, what?”

“So… it’s a dude?”

“For real?”

“Since when is the mirror transphobic?”

“It wasn’t before…”

After some pause Tim tsked in the manner some socialists did. Or Damian. It was bad, because explaining later why TDW was here? But it looked like there was nothing he could do, not with all those people around, who all presumably had magic. Too many and he wasn't prepared enough.

“It’s Timothy Drake-Wayne, mirror,” he said, proud of his name.

“Hmm, the shape of your soul… is tarnished and unknown to me”

(Tarnished, you say…)

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(sounds about right)

[sick-sad-world-revolution-now]

I love not wearing make-up, I love that I never felt the need to wear make-up but I also want to say to all more feminine women who because of their presentation already early on in their life were targeted more efficiently by the pressure to wear make-up that it isn't an essential part of femininity. As a gender and therefore a social construct yes make-up is part of the package, but the natural you, who leans more feminine without it being a style so extremely different from masculinity, doesn't rely on it. The make-up and general beauty industry under our sexist system pushes a very codified restricted vision of women, it's femininity as we were brainwashed to believe in since we were born, and it's important to destroy that vision, destroy gender as a whole. You can be whoever you are without wearing make-up, without putting a masque of products on your face, without hiding your unique features on a daily basis. The energy coming within you is more powerful than any face product that brands are trying to sell you.

[inqilabi]

I agree with you in the individual choices not ending the patriarchy but isn’t not wearing makeup, not shaving and just refusing to participate in femininity also an individual choice? Like what would be the difference between a choice and taking real action? I don’t know if my question makes sense. How can we mesure when an action is simply “individual choice” or actively participating in a movement for liberation? I guess this question can be asked for every other movement and some things are obvious too (not watching porn for exemple but I guess it would depend on the reason WHY too).What are your thoughts?

the main difference is collective targeted and planned effort by a community (that's 1000s of people brought together by something in common, may be all mothers, may be all immigrants, may be all living in an industrial area are all industrial workers) at material joints that are the centres of capitalism or centres of maintaining the ruling class and therefore women's oppression. That is not the individual, the individual is acted upon. The individual does not "uphold system" as liberals so often say

There's no ethical consumption under capitalism for most things. Most alternative solution will be capitalized, are simply actually creating new capital markets.

But porn is one major exception because no one actually needs to consume porn. We need clothes, we need eggs. You can try to make sure your clothing is sustainably sourced, you can by from small production co-ops etc. Only a certain group of ppl will be able to afford to do this btw. I do believe that no one needs to wear makeup and no one needs to shave, it's not essential. I mean Zahra Khanom was considered like peak beauty. So this is more driven by conformity and social acceptance. It's possible to change this but probably easier if the change is driven top down, rather than what ppl often recommend here which is bottom up change... or individual effort. Don't get me wrong, individual decisions can bave positive impact. May be a girl aees you with no makeup, unshaved legs and armpits and it impacts her positively. Which is a great endeavour ofc but it's defs a small effect contained withint your ecosystem of interactions, but admirable nonetheless

I like what China did way back in the day where they promoted through propo art, depicting women in men's clothes working industrial labor, intensive jobs. They look sturdy, not effeminate and weak. And I think it created an atmosphere for the average woman to aspire to dress like that, study and be involved like that. This is top down tho. You already have a socialist gov and women in the departments of this socialist gov creating this stuff.

Outside of that, true change will come from seizing ports, supply chains, factories, things that disrupt the entire ruling class ecosystem. You can't go against an entire web or econosystem that maintains women's oppression very intricately: through propoganda, through media, art, ads, influencers, music, academia, plastic surgery industry, porn industry, makeup industey. It's all very organized from the top to feed on your insecurities. You are so entrenched and enmeshed in it from the day you are born. And you are simply a single actor when you decide to do or don't do something. It won't effect much change.

I think the best examples of bringing out mass level change to women's lives is that example of Iceland women's walk out, changes we see in relationship satisfaction experience by women in the GDR after them adopting Stalin's socialist policies, and lastly in China's Long Bow Village where after the communist revolution, there was I believe a local committee that granted land to women. It was theirs to do whatever with. This gave women power. Many divorced their husbands. Many told their mother in laws off. Many remarried someone else. Many husbands were like we will straighten up. Some women took the men back and then divorced them again when the men didn't straighten up. And some genuinely straightened up. But it's absolutely wild to read this social transformation from material provisions to women. It truly changes things drastically within a generation

[allysr00m]

There is a pattern about how people like to talk about a man divorcing his wife who is seen as nice and who people 'like' and getting with a pop star, the ex wife is seen as this lovely, beautiful, perfect angel who actually 'does stuff' substantial while the new girlfriend/wife is seen as a stupid shallow trashy pop star who 'stole her man'. I have seen this in Lily Jay/Ethan Slater/Ariana Grande and in Chelsea Winstanley/Taika Waititi/Rita Ora, and it's very Madonna-whore dichotomy the ex wife is this pure, angelic, motherly angel who makes a difference to the world (significant in both cases the ex wife is a mother to the man's children and the new girlfriend is childless) and the new girlfriend/wife is a stupid trashy slutty pop star who doesn't do anything, even if it's not entirely true, as in both cases the ex wife (in my opinion) seems to low-key play into her cultivated status as a victim/'the good guy' in subsequent interviews, and both the new girlfriends have done charity stuff, and like, the view that they don't 'contribute' devalues entertainment and arts and non-academic/non-intellectual women (i habe a real isdue with that as my mum made out i could only be feminist if i was academic).

Plus it's always seen as the new girlfriend 'stole' the man, even though in Ethan's case he wasn't a passive agent he chose to cheat, and Taika didn't even leave Chelsea for Rita they had already broken up when they got together, and in both cases the man and the new wife or girlfriend are seen to have screwed over the poor darling angelic ex wife, and there are differences in terms of the race of the man in these cases, as with Ethan Slater (white) he gets less blame and Ariana is painted as the 'homewrecker' whereas Taika (poc) gets more blame and is seen as screwing over that poor goddess (people act as though she made him who he is and gave him his career too, cos a brown guy cant be talented or successful, its time for the bigots to pretend to be feminist) for that stupid trashy pop star 'half his age' (she isnt!) and is also lowkey treated as creepy for the age gap even though Rita is in her 30s.

It just seems like misogyny (and a bit of racism too in the Taika case) and treating one kind of woman as 'better' than another, but people use the 'the other woman is a pick me and the ex wife is a feminist' to make it not seem misogynistic when it is, ive also seen a bit of this with Scar Jackson/Kevin Federline/Britney Spears when Britney didnt know Kevin had a pregnant girlfriend and he also went on to screw her over too).

Even with Anne Renee/Rene Angelil/Celine Dion I see people talking about how 'vad' they felt for Anne, Celine was a child who was groomed and yet people care more for the ex wife (who he actually left his previous life for))

Tommy Motolla was also married when he net Mariah Carey, luckily not seen any of thus crap there, and better not as Mariah was 18 and Tommy pursued her relentlessly and based their relationship on Celine Dion and Rene Angelil (he said so), and went on to abuse her.

Also in general as a female aligned non binary musician, I can't help notice how this seems to be targeting female musicians as female 'pop stars' are always devalued and seen as trashy and stupid, while they often face abuse in the industry, and also i wish these people would leave Taika alone!!!!!.

And ofc valuing mothers more than women with no kids.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

There’s only one bed

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Fluff

Word count: 1709 (Omg I didn't mean for it to be that long I'm so sorry!!)

Natasha's POV: Fury Just called me into his office to have a mission debriefing. Normally we'd have the brief with all the Avengers but, this is an undercover mission and let's just say majority of the team aren't very good at that. They blow their cover all the time and can't persuade people to save their lives. Ironic because that's exactly what it does on missions, save their life. 

I've been told I'm going with someone but a name hasn't been given yet. I hope it's not an Agent from the academy. They're all newbies so I'll have to hold their hand the whole mission because they're clueless. As I'm walking I bump into Wanda.

Wanda - "Oh hey, good luck on your mission!" Nat - "Thanks also, do you know who I'm going with? I mean like any details about them?" Wanda - "All I know is apparently she's very popular among her fellow students, and by that I mean, she's hot."  Nat - "Students?! Great, so she's from the academy?" Wanda - "Yeah but, Fury wouldn't send her with you if she couldn't handle it." Nat - "I guess your right but they can be really annoying needing to be walked through every single step of the mission." Wanda - "I guess you're right but, rumour has it, she's the best of the best. Your level even." Nat - "Ha, I've heard that one a hundred times before, no one's better than me c'mon Wands you know that."  Wanda - "Haha, yeaah I know Nat but just give her a chance?" Nat - "Fine, I will but, I got to get to Fury now, I'll see you around." Wanda - "Bye, good luck!"

We parted ways and I gave her a smile. I walked into Fury's office and was welcomed by the sight of a beautiful woman with wavy y/h/c and shining y/e/c eyes. I going to be honest Wanda wasn't lying, she's perfect. Oh my god, I can't be thinking about these things she's my mission partner! She was already sat down in a chair opposite Fury when I came in so I took the chair beside her.

Fury - "Thank you for both making the time to be here, as you know this is an undercover mission so, pack a bag that'll last at least 2 day and 2 nights. We can never predict what'll happen at these kind of events." Nat - "Speaking of, what event is it and why exactly are we going?" Fury - "Well I'm glad you asked. It's part organised by Darren McHugh, not a big name in any industry but filthy rich. Attending the party is Lauren Emerson, your target. All you need is information from her about a weapon Hydra is developing. Her father has every Hydra scientist and engineer in his pocket so, she'll know a lot. Now, she's interested in women which is why there is no men on this case with you. I need you y/n to seduce her and get intel while Natasha watches your 6 and looks for another possible target who, isn't confirmed to be there, but there's a good chance he will be. Y/N - "What's the other guys name?" Fury - "James Scott." Nat - "Is that all?" Fury - "Yes that's all. Here's your personal copies of the file and be ready at the quinjet in 30 minutes."

With that we both left but I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment shoot through me at the thought of her flirting with other people. Damn I really need to snap out of this.

I got up to my room and pack my things. I also put in my red dress and black heels for the party and go to the quinjet. As I'm walking I see her already standing there. She catches me staring as I walk towards her and she extends her hand.

Y/N POV: 

I look over and see Agent Romanoff coming towards me, eyes trained directly at me. I offer my hand for her to shake and she does. Y/n - "Agent y/l/n, y/n y/l/n." Nat - "Natasha Romanoff."

With that we both boarded the ship, settled down and engaged in conversation. It was a long flight and we were going to have to spend the next 24-48 hours together so, may as well get to know each other. This conversation however turned into shamelessly flirting with each other constantly.

Time skip to when the ship lands and they get to the hotel (still reader pov):

We get the the hotel and Natasha asks for our reservation at the front desk. While she's doing that I take a minute to really take in this place because it's massive. There's a chandelier on the ceiling and art all over the walls. The architecture is beautiful and it has gold accents along every wall. It also smelt like vanilla, don't know why that's relevant but it smells nice. 

I hear a 'thank you' and 'enjoy your stay' so I assume that Nat has got the key so I begin walking to the lift (elevator). I step in and so does Natasha just a bit behind me. She presses the button to the 5th floor and we stand in a comfortable silence for the short 10 second ride. The doors open with a ding and we step out and go look for our room. Natasha takes the lead and goes straight to our door and opens it with the key card. 

Y/n - "Wow Shield really outdid themselves with this one ay?" Nat - "Yeah, they really did."

(This is already getting really long so instead of writing a description imma just put in a picture.)

As we were walking around the both of us were quick to realise something. Nat - "There's only one bed." Y/n - "I was just thinking the same thing. I'll take the sofa (couch) I don't mind at all." Nat - "No, it's okay I can." Y/n - "Honestly I'll sleep there it's fine." Nat - "Look uhm, you don't have to but to save ourselves a very polite argument do you wanna just share it. I mean it's a double so..?" Y/n - "Yeah sure I mean, if your up for it?" Nat - "I'm the one who suggested it dummy of course i'm up for it."

I chuckle at her response and put down my bags by the bed. If I was being honest with myself I couldn't help the butterflies that formed when thinking about sharing a bed with her. Goddamnit, she's my superior I can't be thinking like this.

Natasha POV: I brush my teeth and get changed in the bathroom whilst y/n orders room service. When I walk out she was getting changed so she only had a bra and pyjama trousers on. 

Nat - "Oh.., oh! I'm so sorry!" Y/n - "No sorry it's my fault I should've told you I was changing." Nat - "It's fine, I mean we're both girls right? i thing we haven't seen before." Y/n - "Yeah, yeah you're right, both girls." Nat - "Never seen a girl with abs like that though."

The blush spread on her face faster than a forrest fire. She was flustered and I took great pride in knowing I did that. I made my way to the kitchen so I'd be ready for room service when it came.

Three knocks at the door alerted me that the food was here. I thanked the staff and put the food on the counter.  Nat - "Hey y/n tea's here!" (It depends where your from but tea is just how we say evening meal, like dinner) Y/n - "Thank god, i'm starving."

We sit on the sofa with our food and watch whatever trashy TV shows are on. We laugh at parts of it and it gives me butterflies, her laugh has quickly become my favourite sound. It's just so beautiful and care free, it also means she's happy which makes me happy. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear her softly say.

Y/n - "Hey you okay? Lost you for a second there." Nat - "Yeah, oh um, yeah I'm fine just thinking." Y/n - "About what? You were very focused." Nat - "Nothing don't worry about it. Anyway, it's late we should go to bed."  Y/n - "Your right I'll take the plates into the kitchen."

While she was doing that I went to the bedroom and set up the bed. I was laying down when she came in, she tentatively lowered herself o to the bed and layer down facing me.

Y/n - "You sure it was nothing?" Nat - "It wasn't really nothing and I'm about to talk a lot and I don't want you to talk till I'm done okay?" Y/n - "Go for it." Nat - "I like you, like really like you. I know it's wrong because I'm your superior and your not even out the academy yet but I'm 25 and your what like, 20, 21 give or take so it's not like it's weird. Also can you blame me? You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Even though we only just met I can't help falling for you y/n. I'm sorry if I've just ruined the friendship we built today but I really needed to get that off my chest."

I look her deep in the eyes for any kind of reaction to what I just said. After a couple seconds of processing she smiled at me. Probably the biggest smile i've ever seen her have. She still hasn't said anything so I speak up.

Nat - "Well?"

She doesn't answer me, instead she gently grabs my face and kisses me softly. Our lips dance against one another as second nature. Once air becomes a problem we release from each other's grasp.

Y/n - "I like you too, if that wasn't already clear."

She giggled like a school girl when I grabbed her waist and started peppering kisses all over her face. She stopped and snuggled closer to me and buried her head in my chest.

"This woman is the one for me" I thought to myself as I held her safe in my arms. Although I really wasn't looking forward to this mission now.

[calumaai]

UNBECOMING - An Auto-Ethnographic Process of Mourning

I'm currently writing my evaluative report and I'm already having trouble fitting everything in and just being present in what it means to come to an end of this course. But there's an area of this research that doesn't quite fit into this hand in fully, so I want to make sure it's here on the blog. It this idea of my unbecoming. And it was an idea I had in Paris, which was just a way to represent what this research was doing to me. Because there's always been a line of this research that's been deeply, deeply, deeply personal.

I only reconnected with it really like a week ago in my last Crit with Elizabeth, where I just burst into tears. I connected with the fact that this research had started out as a place for me to try and understand how the corporate platform complex had intervened in the formation of my identity. I felt there's so much research of things like the beauty industry and beauty standards affecting young women and how all of that messaging is targeted at them, but very little serious research on the effects of young queer peoples personhood with the digital restructuring of our lives and realities.

Initially through this research i was coming to terms with how impactful and accesbile spaces like Grindr were on my sense of self and queerness. As well as how rife a certain type of very inappropriate users getting in contact with me online. And then not only digital molestation, but how really these spaces had been the locations that had formed my identity. When I was very young, I had gone on Grindr, I had created a profile and I had identified my queerness through that lens. I'd had only gone to Grindr to find community, I'd gone there to try and understand myself but what I had received was only sexual, explicit content. And I feel like whilst this research has been incredibly expansive, in this idea of unbecoming was the process of undoing some of these kind of knots in my identity that I had because my identity had been formed online.

The reseach has continued and builds academic concepts around about navigation, leading me to this idea where navigation is actually the place where we lose agency. I lost my agency in how I wanted to show up online because I was navigated to the only queer digital space. When i spoke to other queer men about researching queer digital spaces, they all automiactily presumed Grindr, beucase it is the dominant queer space in our imaginations. I took that on as a child at 12, but I wasn't going there to find sex. I wasn't going there to find explicit access to things. I was going there to understand myself, to build an identity, to explore my identity for the first time. Through the profile funciton, which i then subverted in my first intervetion, I was made to show up and navigate that platform as a sexualised user. And that was where my navigation agency was taken away.

Unbecoming was also about a digital re-inhabiting of a mode of queerness as refusal rather than heteronormative, gayness. It was really inspired by this idea of digital mourning. Asking of myself of what we were not allowed to mourn. I sadly have lost a lot of people in my life. And so I had to get really good at mourning people and mourning things.

That's been a really important part of my life and led me to therapy and psychoanalysis as a space to learn and practise. And when I was doing these grinder interventions, I was having a lot of therapy. At the same time Zulika would have these crits with me and I would cry. I would cry so much. And I was talking to my therapist about it and I was saying, it's just so weird because the only time I cry like when I'm in therapy is when I'm in class and when I'm talking to my teachers. And I became quite aware that the bits of me that were showing up for/in this research were the same bits of me that i was investigating in therapy. The research was prodding the same things that my therapy was. These really core, that squishy bit that you're not supposed to touch, that real core.

This knowledge, this process was shining lights and prodding these bits of me that I couldn't even access anywhere else apart from the therapist's couch, within the setting. So suddenly this research became a place for me to mourn and for me to put this here and to explore this. But also I wanted to find out if by engaging in the digital networks I could find out what did we lose and what do we need to mourn and how can we come together and mourn that? And the grinder intervention was so key in doing that because it really highlighted a space for me to come to terms with things a bit, and forgive myself by seeing the different structural issues around this.

I don't quite know how to weave this narrative, the unbecoming narrative into the report. So I want to make sure it's recorded. I'm going to try.

This has really been about finding language from my experience, from my experience of digital networks, from the agency that was taken away from me and the violence that I experienced digitally, which I couldn't talk about because I didn't have language to talk about it. And i thought it wouldn't be taken seriously because i felt it was my fault this happened to me. I couldn't talk about it because that's not how society views the internet. We don't see it as a space where these things can happen. I think people do understand that users can be coerced to share photos of themselves. But actually where the very kind of crux of who we are can be taken away from ourselves, our identities can be misled and that can be corrupted and taken away from us. This isn't exclusive to the digital, but the ways that this happens now is very different and there isn't the language for it.

So that's really what this research has been about on a personal level, has just been about explaining what happened to me or exploring what happened to me and building academic theoretical frameworks to explore and decipher what I went through and what that means and what that tells us and find other people who work in similar ways and to undo some of this, what has been done and to mourn it and to put it out in the open. And I was excited and I'm excited about ideas of collective activism that allow for new structures of mourning. And if you read to the beginning of this blog, there's a lot of quite manic thoughts on the subject. And it's brought me to psychoanalysis and brought me to all these different places to exercise these ideas in.

But at the end of the day, the unbecoming was the drive of this was. And it is funny, and I think it's interesting that I got separated from it as well. By the time I got to second year the research and the academia became really important to me. And I felt i had to make it not personal. And obviously I knew it was always personal, but I had to really, push that away, I'm sure psychologically for my own personal safety, but also to separate and to allow me to see things for what they were and not for what I had experienced. And it's interesting that this evaluative report has brought those two things back together, has brought the academic research with the unbecoming

So that's unbecoming. I dunno how I tie it in. I might just have to send everyone to this blog post, but I think it's an important part of the research and I want it to be noted. So here it is. :)

[uncle-fruity]

I feel like the folks above me gave great answers to this question. I'm familiar with the kind of feminism anon is talking about, as I also learned about it as a little girl, and it's definitely not all bad! However, as the folks above mentioned, a lot of feminism was created for *cis* women without factoring in the needs or feelings of trans people.

I've got two things that I hope will help anon process this stuff.

First, you are correct about the ways capitalism manufactures beauty standards and encourages self-hatred to sell more products that women simply don't need. However, I think there is a double standard if you're trying to encourage your trans friends not to buy into it and *not* actively & equally encouraging your cis friends to also let go of it. (Not saying this is definitely the case for you, anon. I'm not here to act like I know your life. Only you can self reflect and decide if that is accurate for you or not, but it is worth the self reflection either way.) If you want it to be safe and reasonable for your trans friends to reject the beauty industry, you should encourage the cis women you know to do stuff like not buying or using beauty products as a political statement -- and then that needs to happen on a larger scale. And, honestly, there's nothing inherently wrong with wearing make up & liking the way it looks. The problem is when not wearing make up will bar you from jobs or opportunities because you're not considered "professional" or "feminine" without it. Honestly, we need women with power and status to be on board and take some risks by refusing to wear make up to any place that "requires" make up. To quit shaving. To reassess their fatphobic beliefs & reject diet culture. It's a messy & risky process, which means that we cannot look to the absolutely most vulnerable & targeted subsection of women to lead the charge (including but not limited to trans women). So, I guess what I'm saying is that for trans women to internalize the idea that you don't need beauty products/voice training etc etc, you need society to show that they won't Other and Reject and Possibly Murder them on the basis of not having/doing those things, and you need cis women who are in comparatively safer situations to lead the way to accomplish that. Until we as a society collectively change our ideas of what a woman "should" look & sound like, trans women will *always* be held to a higher standard *just* to have their existence recognized & validated. So yeah. Start with your cis friends who aren't in a vulnerable transitional period.

Second, and this is huge, you can still affirm the ideas you're trying to get across without demanding anything from the trans women you know. It's good to point out the ways the beauty industry preys on women specifically, because trans women should be aware of it as well if they aren't already. But trying to talk about the evils of capitalism when the real conversation is about insecurity and safety concerns is not going to really get through. Like, you might *know* something is bullshit systemically speaking but when it's "comply or be scared to be in public every day/feel terrible about how you look" you're probably going to grit your teeth and comply unless you have some other motivation to take on the hard work of defying it. So, I guess to my point, it's less about making the conversation about feminism and more about affirming your friends in the ways they need to hear it. It's practicing feminism versus preaching feminism. When an insecurity comes up, you can validate and support them while also showing them that that stuff isn't going to change the way you love them. Stuff like: "I know you feel like you need [x] to pass, and you should do whatever you need to do to feel comfortable & safe, but I personally think you don't need [x] to be a valid woman. At the end of the day, you should do what you want with your body, and if people don't like it fuck 'em. You will always be so much more than just your appearance, and I will always love you for who you are." There. That gives her some affirmation that people can and will love and respect her despite her appearance and that the people who don't are probably not worth her time, while also giving her space to decide what's important to her in her transition. You can bring up the bad industry practices & systemic issues as a separate conversation when it'll come off a little less personal. Keeping in mind that these messages of rejecting beauty standards will only come off as fair if you yourself have already given up everything you say everyone else should give up for The Cause.

At the end of the day, it's about bodily autonomy. A handful of trans women rejecting the beauty industry is not going to change it. A movement of many people rejecting it will be far more effective and safe for all of us. It doesn't mean you can't talk about this stuff with your trans friends, but it's important that *you* understand the kind of risks & complications they'd have to take on before you can seriously broach the subject. Aaand you might get a little farther if you ask them what they think of it and how they feel about it before you give your thoughts about it. So yeah. Hopefully that helps a bit. C:

big question. i'm cis (afab) and my gf is trans (amab) and i'm sorta having a hard time reconciling something. i've been a hard line feminist since i was about 8, by 12 i was a practical library on everything and anything womens lib. i'm spending a lot more time around trans people especially my gf now and i'm sorta struggling to reconcile the trans experience with my feminism. like- i'll see trans women being like "i hate my body :(" "my voice is awful" "i need [x thing to try to pass] ugh" and like my first thought is always "NO! THATS HOW THEY FUCKING GET YOU!!! THE PATRIARCHY WANTS YOU TO HATE YOURSELF SO YOU ENSLAVE YOURSELF TO CAPITALISM AND LIVE IN A CONSTANT STATE OF NEED FOR NEW PRODUCTS TO WARD OFF THE EVER PRESENT SELF HATRED BROUGHT ON YOU BY SOCIETY" and they go "well then how do i pass/transition?" and i honestly don't know and i also don't know how far it goes before its no longer dysphoria but instead the intentional subjugation of women by patriarchy for profit. i wanna help my fellow ladies but i honestly don't know how to like- apply the feminism i was taught as a child to trans women and i want to learn as soon as possible so that i can start doing it like yesterday

hi there,

I'll be honest: if it feels hard to apply the feminism you learned as a kid to your trans friends, that's probably because the feminism you were taught didn't have trans woman in mind.

luckily, the answer to this is something that I consider to be feminism 101: what a woman does with her body is, ultimately, her fucking business.

listen: I agree with you that the beauty industry(TM) is evil. it's misogynistic, it's exploitative, it thrives by making women feel bad enough about themselves to make them spend money on shit they don't need, etc. we all know this.

now, having said that: women who like makeup or wear heels or get laser hair removal or whatever other asinine thing are not my oppressor, nor are they my enemy. dare I say, we have bigger problems.

we also need to consider that many trans women are coming to these choices from a VERY different place than many cis women are. while I think my fellow cis women really benefit from reminders that they're allowed to stop shaving or wearing eyeliner or dieting or whatever, that's because most of us have had those actions forced on us from very young ages and may genuinely need a hand to feel secure breaking out of those behaviors.

the majority of trans women are not coming from a background where they were encouraged to partake in the same personal grooming habits and modes of presentation as cis women; many of them have, in fact, been ostracized, bullied, threatened, and otherwise hurt because of forays into forms of presentation that are considered feminine. no matter how good your intentions may be, approaching your advice indelicately can, unfortunately, make you come across as no different than any transphobe on the street trying to enforce cisnormative societal expectations. it also must be said that, for many trans women, the ability to "pass" is a matter of security - for having their status as women recognized at all, and to avoid harassment and abuse in public spaces. if you live in America, like I do, politicians in power currently have an extremely explicit anti-trans agenda that can make it harrowing to be visible as a trans person, and trans women in particular are frequently targeted for violence.

there are absolutely critiques to be made the way the many trans women are expected to perform hyperfemininity. the notion that someone is duty bound to drastically change their appearance in order to transition at all is itself extremely rooted in cisnormativity, and "passing" is often contingent on being young, thin, able-bodied, reasonably wealthy, and hewing as closely to Eurocentric standards of beauty as possible. that's not awesome! but that's also not the fault of any individual; no trans person asked to be born into a world where gender norms are so narrow and failing to pass can come with a very real risk of physical danger.

also, if I can circle back to this: again, women who participate in aspects of the beauty industry are not our enemies. there are always going to be some number of women who enjoy doing their makeup or like spending time fussing over their little outfits or want breast implants or whatever. some of those women are going to be trans. my official feminist stance on this is that I don't give a shit, because I believe in bodily autonomy even when it involves things I would not do personally and the choices that individual women make about how they want to style their little meat body don't even crack the top 100 things that I'm worried about right now. it's actually kind of vitally important, politically, that trans people be able to safely pursue their preferred gender expression; while it's not particularly revolutionary for a cis woman to go outside all dolled up, whether a trans woman can do that safely is a pretty basic litmus test for how safe a given space is for queer people. it's a ridiculously low bar, and many places will still fail to clear it.

so, yeah, I don't know, dude. be there to talk to your trans girlies if they want to start unpacking some of the pressure they feel to conform to a very rigid idea of womanhood, but whether or not they can walk down the street in your neighborhood safely is a WAY bigger issue than whether they decide to do voice training or not.

if you really want to cut to the root of the insecurity and vulnerability that the beauty industry thrives on exploiting, your time is much better spent working to ensure the trans women in your life feel safe and supported and have a community where they can find support regardless of how they look.

necessary disclaimer I'm a cis girl, any transfemme folks please share your voice here and feel free to clap my ass if I've said something out of line.

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"But it is their choice" //

There NO is point in bullying women for a surgery that they have already gotten, the point it is bigger than that.

Lets stop with pretending that those choices aren't influenced by the culture/society women are brought in. How hard is that to understand? Why aren't men getting as many plastic surgeries? Because the standards and expectations aren't the same for them.

Also, the "teach your daughters..." - thats bullshit, the reason why girls grow insecure is because of the society they are brought up in, its not simply on mom or dad - their affirmations won't change much, when you don't fit the beauty standards (that are constantly changing). Look at the BBL craze, was that something that you can teach your kid not to be insecure about? Or want to change? And now BBL phase is over and some women have died in those surgeries and some are botched forever. Even anons, that give that advice know that the issues is women/girls and they don't see how that itself is a problem? (yes, men have their own insecurities, but thats height, hairline/hairloss usually);

It's the same with the makeup industry, why aren't men targeted with foundations & concealers to cover their "imperfections" or bronzers to create a jawline /cheek bones? and so on? Or why aren't men wearing uncomfortable clothing and shoes in the name of beauty?

Because we were raised and treated differently (even since we are little children);

Last thing I will say on this topic is... yes, you can do whatever you want and yes, I am aganist making fun of women for getting those surgeries as it fixes nothing, its not done in a educational way either. But don't pretend that getting those surgeries is some feminist act, "doing what you want with your body", and maybe lets think more about the standards for women vs men. The expectations of women to put so much effort into their appearance & the different treatments they receive because of it.

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[megashadowdragon]

They can't just admit the people they've deemed their eternal opposition were right. This problem has been downplayed & mocked for years, but once it hits a little too close to home it's too much. This is basically a mirror of the localization discourse, where certain people will celebrate the worst changes right up until it impacts something they enjoy, then they expect everyone to speak out on their behalf after they've worked overtime to shut conversation down. Character designs are a valuable part of video games & while tastes may vary, it's hard to deny that there isn't a concerted effort in modern times to abandon "ideal" beauty in favor of "realism" which ranges from alarmingly average to downright hideous. If games from 10-20 years ago could nail the likeness of whatever model they choose to make a character after, there is no excuse in this day and age no matter how convoluted they try to claim the process is. This isn't a technical issue, it's (once again) an ideological one. Yes, it sounds ridiculous, because it absolutely is...just not in the way they'd have you believe. It's no coincidence that every company that does this pushes the same DEI/ESG type narratives, but they really want you to pretend it means nothing (unless it's blind praise). There's nothing wrong with fantasy portraying an ideal nor was there really anything wrong with ugly characters once in a while, but now there is an obvious slant toward the latter. Phrases like "there's room for both" sound fine on the surface, but the problem is the Western industry is plagued by activists disguised as creatives pushing the same warped standards who don't want both. They were warned countless times that these deliberate choices would eventually affect everyone, but they didn't want to listen because the "wrong" people said it about the "wrong" type of characters. You get the gaming industry you deserve, so it's Man-jaw Mary & Auntie Urkel all the way.

Something big happened yesterday and most people missed it. Every theory we had about the uglification of women in AAA gaming turned out to be true.

Look at what happened to Jean Grey from insomniacgames Marvel's Wolverine from these leaked early screenshots of the first, beautiful model, to the masculine, world weary version we have today. They are ruining Marvel

And yes, Marvel's Wolverine is a Sweet Baby Inc. game.

We were told it was the difficulty of scanning actors, or just tricks of light and bad screencaps. We were told we were incels for even questioning it. As a game dev, I knew this was BS. As gamers, YOU knew it was BS from comparisons with Asian games.

Yesterday, we found out.

A Principle Artist (read this as lead) at major studios including Naughty Dog, Rocksteady and Respawn told the truth…

(con't) 🧵

We know that Sweet Baby Inc. is involved with Marvel's Wolverine. We know this because of Sweet Baby's own tweets, and because a Narrative Director for Insomniac's Wolverine game ran to the defense of SBI. SBI does 2 things well talked about. They assist with dialog and story, and they also assist with character design. By now, everyone knows SBI's public mission to insert DEI sensitivity into all games. This is their sole purpose and pitch as a consulting company. And this explains why Jean Grey went from great to "Grocery store auntie." We see this every where in AAA Gaming, why was it necessary to reduce Firecracker's butt size in COD? That cost time and money to do for a skin that was already completed. It made no sense. The only reason, the only reason at all, is politics. After MeToo, there was a great call to reduce the sexualization of women. This horrible incident slammed into the Entertainment industry. Everyone overcorrected. Now, you can't have ANY female traits in gaming at all. Not even a butt. Ridiculously, the butts have to be smaller than even the male characters. Censorship ran rampant on outfits, with Asian games being targetted the most. The second reason was the political imperative to place women equal to men, even in places where it made no sense. Girl Bosses. To prove women equal to men, they focused on the masculine traits...they had to beat men at their own strengths. This mean beefing up the women models, giving them thicker bodies, having them beat up multiple men in physical fights in movies, acting stoic and above all, suppressing their feminine features and strengths. They call this "making women more realistic" but it's really just making them the opposite. They are completely unrealistic now. Cheap stand-ins for male tropes that display none of the natural strength of women and how they are strong in their own right. The last reason, is the trans movement. We've had a couple of internal leaks, including Naughty Dog, that have told us that female characters must be changed to appeal to the trans community. The trans community that transitions to female wants to pass as female and feel included. Studios are bending over backwards to LOWER THE BAR for femininity in order to make this easier. Square jaw, removal of hips (pokemon go), reduction of bust size...all of this fits. But is all this really helping? (con't)

The answer is No. None of these changes help. They don't help the industry, plagued by layoff and soft sales. They don't help gamers, many of whom are women who want to play beautiful female characters. They don't help trans, who also want to pass as beautiful women and aspire to that. These are empty, token gestures, born of a knee-jerk response to misguided empathy. They do more harm than good, and they will continue to hurt the entire industry as the trend continues. It's time to stop.

[hotilhotil]

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