#women with deranged boundaries

[inkskinned]

he had to hurt her like that, look at the cinema he made. did he? how do you know? the ends justify the means, huh. a woman could never actually act this well, it had to be real, a snuff film. yes, she was hired for her talent - but pain will make the talent brighter, right.

he is not alone. there are men around him who think like this. who choose actresses they can manipulate, exert power over. who write scripts that demand the pain be felt. she must hurt to uphold the message.

(an aside. author's note, i guess. in poetry, when the words cannot hold themselves up, we actually blame the writers. it shouldn't matter who speaks the literature. the words should carry their own weight. be their own scaffolding.)

the men in the room all applaud each other for doing less. they say they push boundaries. they're leaders in their field. they ask the hard questions.

when they get your resume, they put it into a pile that they will put into a trashcan. when they get your screenplay, they will use it as a coaster. when they build their museums, they will have a disjointed room dedicated to "repairing" the ways that women and people of color have been eradicated from "fine arts". it will be self-effacing. we may have overlooked some artists, they apologize. but really it's not our fault that white men make better art. (those men and their works are in permanent displays. for more on this, see: the way that he laughs at your work will make you sick to your teeth). in six weeks, their apology will be scrubbed and the room will be scrubbed and all the paintings will go back into storage.

they know they are right. sure, okay. maybe we have had less opportunities. but what would we have done with them? not something like this. it took a man to do this. okay, okay. it was deranged, we can all agree about it. but look at the product.

in your life, when you wake up, isn't it grand. if they made a museum for people like us, it would be a cycle of empty frames. of ruined videos. of songs with a voicecrack. all the little plaques reading some variation of a theme. here is where my work would stand if someone like me could actually get published in this fucking industry. here is the work i tried to make, before my agency was stripped from me. here is the placeholder of my dreams, but i could not afford them in this society.

if you keep walking, out in the greenhouse out back, the whole world is full of color. every fabric and fortuneteller and feverdream we spat out in despite. centuries of brightness, of novelty, of exploration. of talent, of wisdom, of creativity.

there is only one sign here in this alexandrian library. the sign acts like an epitaph. you already know what it says, don't you. THIS ISN'T ART, it tells you.

the blankets. the chef-level 5-course meals. the carefully-colored journal pages. the abandoned works-in-progress. the library of fanfiction. the margin drawings. somewhere in there, an actress makes a face, and you think - oh shit! she's really broken! but then she smiles at you, winking. she could do it, you know. she could always act like a starbeam. it's just that his name is the one scrolling at the bottom. she hadn't wanted to undress for him. she goes home and gets forgotten. in our museum, another blank frame goes up on the wall.

they'll give him an award, looking to the camera with almost an apology. he will laugh ruefully. nobody will do anything. little white strings will drip from his fingers. young boys in film studies will continue to chainsmoke while explaining how beautiful it is that there's violence in those scenes. she couldn't have done it without him pushing, he'll tell you, shrugging.

but what if, you wonder. what if he had never existed? without him, what else could we be making? all that time and love and spirit, allowed back into the light. into knowledge. what has he taken, to give us his art?

and is it a trade worth making?

[romanceyourdemons]

with a script written by lesbian feminist activist rita mae brown as a parody of slasher films, repurposed by male producers as a straight slasher, and chosen by amy jones for her directorial debut, the slumber party massacre (1982) is an interesting film. it nominally clings to the lowest-common-denominator trope of slasher films, an analogy-clad rape fantasy with extended voyeuristic shots of undressing high school seniors and a powerfully masculine killer whose weapon (in this case, a drill) is repeatedly framed by the camera as a phallus; schoolgirls push the boundary between girlish innocence and womanish self-assurance, and as punishment for making themselves sexually available they are penetrated to death by a deranged stranger, etc, etc. these well-worn beats have been parodied practically since their invention, and yet this film makes some interesting choices within its narrative. firstly, the film makes a point of establishing the capability of its “final girls” early on, with the girls displaying casual acts physically overcoming men around them. secondly, the killer’s capability is established by expanding the “victim” class from the standard demographic of eighteen years or younger. the killer’s first victim is a telephone repairwoman, a tough and independent blue-collar worker, and his third victim is the adult male neighbor who had even been implied to be a potential threat to the girls. the killer does not prey on weakness, embodied in teenage girls. he simply embodies strength. the third point of interest is the film’s emphasis on community, especially between women. naturalistic dialogue convincingly performed weaves a web of women who act not for the view of men but for the sake of their own relationships—friendly, sisterly, or mentor-student—and danger only arises when they neglect these relationships and isolate themselves away. despite these strengths, of course, the film still invests quite a lot of screentime in eye candy; and its only non-white character is used as a foil to her white peers, with her callousness and rashness contrasting their caution, wisdom, selflessness, and maturity. these harmful standards of the genre, the film seems to decide, are too key to why the audience bought tickets for them to rock the boat fighting. the slumber party massacre (1982) does not function as a parody, willingly bearing as it does the faults of the slasher genre, but it does add some layers of depth to the genre and especially its view of the victims, which i find very interesting and enjoyable

[didhewinkback]

that tiktok of that woman talking about how she was on a date and the guy invited her back to his place and she said i'm not gonna sleep with you and he was like thats totally fine i just want to hang out with you so they just cuddled and shes in this fucking video talking about how she wishes he tried something so she could've said no, how him not trying anything made her feel ugly. and all these incels are reposting it on twitter being like "this is mandatory viewing for all boys, im showing this to my kids".... i am going to s c r e a m.

i know its partly posted for rage bait and congrats you got me but god the fantasies some women have about being uncomfortable in sexual situations, of a man being so taken by her that he must have her no matter what she says is all fun and games in your romance novels until its happening to you and the man will not listen when you say no bc in his mind you a) secretly want this or b) he doesn't care what you say. and you posting this video is just encouraging those type of men to keep doing what they are doing, you are just actively encouraging rape culture. if you wanted him to kiss you, you should have said something. you made a clear boundary that you didn't want to try anything and he respected that because that is what you said out loud and next time save this absolutely deranged take for the group chat so your friends can tell you its weird instead of posting it on the internet for all these incels to see and be like "hey son look at this ! when she says no, she actually means yes!!!!!"

im going to scream forever

[tornapartbythorns]

About Me 💜🕷

-I'm 19 years old.

-I am extremely pro-abortion and pro-woman. My political ideals mainly revolve around how they affect women and girls in a positive manner. I.e., being anti-prostitution, anti-child marriage, and supporting female-only spaces.

-I'm childfree by choice and don't like being around children. I also believe that having children is an act of insecurity and selfishness for many people (speficially males).

-I hate males and trans"women" (aka males). My sex is not a social construct, and gender is the regressive stereotypes pushed upon the sexes. Males are deranged, perpetrate most crime and have tortured women for millenia. Feminism didn't turn me into a misandrist, and TERFs didn't turn me into a TERF. Listening to males and being around trans"women" did.

-I believe that gender is made-up bullshit. Enough said.

-I hate both liberals and conservatives. Both despise women and girls, are obsessed with making us insecure, and love to tear us apart and silence us. Just because I support ideas associated with either side does not mean that I belong to said party. Partisanism is the death of rationality and free-thought.

-I'm heterosexual but I love my lesbian and bisexual sisters. I also support gay men.

-I've been a feminist since I was 14. However, I was a libfem at first and supported the LGBTQIA2P+ and "sex work is empowering" bs. I peaked when I was 17, due to reading news articles about rapes committed by trans"women" and listening to their bullshit claims of having a period. Listening to the stories of sex trafficking survivors also made me realize that sex-work is a living hell for women, and feeds off of vulnerable girls and women (i.e., women of color, improvised girls and women, etc.).

-I am not a friendly feminist by any means. I will not suck up to manipulative, whiny bullshit. Buzzwords will not work on me as well. Idgaf if you call me a bigot or ignorant. I was an obnoxious liberal; I know how you guys think and respond to women's boundaries. I care about females and females only.

[unsaltedtoast]

Just saw a tiktok of a straight girl complaining that she wasn’t turned on during saltburn and that it disappointed her? Why is media literacy dead on that app?

Rant incoming

IMO, part of the point of the bath scene (her main complaint) is that it’s supposed to make you a bit comfortable, it’s supposed to completely break a boundary.

Viewers are already on edge, given that Oliver watches Felix through a door, at an angle that appeared INCREDIBLY exposed, almost as if Felix could turn around at any second and catch Oliver. That scene gets you in a vulnerable position already (on edge) and then instead of doing the two expected things- moving on and getting Oliver to go to his own room, or Felix noticing and reacting to him- he isn’t caught.

He doesn’t go to bed.

He goes FURTHER. He pushes FURTHER.

So, it’s normal however you react. Thats the beauty of being human, some people like that stuff, but it’s just as normal to feel disgusted or strangely empty after that scene.

Now, I’m a lesbian, so I don’t take in media in the same way as she does, I imagine. From her perspective, I imagine she went in expecting two (or more) attractive men being seductive, and was disappointed by the fact that Oliver’s sexuality was very deranged and obsessive, that Felix’s sexuality was very much in the dark, given Oliver’s perspective of the women he slept with. I can imagine that it’s disappointing and I can’t fully understand that, but it’s unfair to judge the film on whether or not you find it personally hot.

I think people are forgetting the actual point of the film and are just seeing it as ‘I didn’t find it hot so bad rating’. I think the unconventional love, sexuality and attraction is the WHOLE POINT of the film. It makes it. I think you should find Oliver cringe, even if you like his character or plot etc. I think he kind of takes parts of people that are relatable or attractive and then twists it. So by completely disregarding the entire thing because you didn’t find it personally attractive, you miss out on the point.

Main point because I went off track a bit there…

Essentially, I think you’re supposed to be unsettled by the bath scene particularly, to some level.

The whole film follows Felix in tiny moments, washing six months of homoerotic friendship with a romantic filter, idealising his and Oliver’s relationship as the most important, beautiful thing to ever be born from Oxford.

And I think you forget for a minute that these moments are SMALL. In Oliver’s head, they’re not, so to us, they also appear big and cute, but they’re barely even present if you really think about it (in a romantic/sexual way, not platonic). Then suddenly Oliver is watching him masturbate, drinking the water, licking the drain. It’s all suddenly *too* much, overwhelmingly obsessive, completely reminding the viewers that Oliver is the narrator, the protagonist, the one painting this beautiful image. Reminding the audience that this relationship is nowhere near this point yet is the reason for that scene to some level; it physically forces you to reconsider who is the ‘good guy’, if Oliver should do this, if he is anywhere close to being able to get away with this. I think you suddenly look back and think ??? Felix would think this is crazy ???

It’s crazy, because I argue the bath scene isn’t even the moment this theme is introduced. The film sets this up SO EARLY. DID YOU MISS THE SCENE WHERE FELIX IS UNDRESSING WITH A GIRL AND OLIVER STANDS OUTSIDE OF HIS WINDOW WATCHING HIM??? That’s foreshadowing: he doesn’t understand the boundary here, he’s incredibly jealous of Felix’s sexual life without him so he places himself in his life, even if Felix doesn’t know. Thats the point. It’s just shoved in the middle of a montage of these perfect moments between the two so you see it and think OLIVER STOP BEING WEIRD!!!

Anyways. TikTok please engage in critical thinking before posting challenge xoxo

[lovelightandbonemagic]

dont really care about the discourse but are we not in agreement that people can have any boundaries regarding sex for any reason — even if it's discriminatory or politically incorrect —otherwise it's rape apologism? i am latina and wouldn't be mad (???) if someone didn't want to sleep with me because of it and i also wouldn't want to sleep with that person in the first place. who cares if a lesbian (or even a bisexual woman) doesn't want to sleep with a woman who slept with men before. a lot of your anons are deranged but there's nothing wrong with this boundary by itself. as long as she is not disrespectful this is a fine line to draw in the sand

My entire issue with it is seeing women as tainted by dick. I would never advocate for forcing anyone to have sex with anyone they don't want to - but I'd ask people to be more aware of the weird shit they're using as their reasoning. I don't care if someone doesn't want to sleep with me for that reason - I think that would mean we're obviously no match in views at all and I wouldn't want to sleep with someone that thinks my vagina is tainted by past sex. It's the degrading way they've talked about women that gets me.

Like these people talk about women who've been with men like they can still see the cum dripping out of them. It's monstrous. I will absolutely fight against spreading this message about women. And then I'd suggest those women never ever ever sleep with someone who would look at them that way.

(Also all of this started because gold stars are going around telling lesbians they're not lesbians because they've ever had a past with men)

[hotdogdynamitezzz]

Not your post saying pisces sun men are addicted to porn omg I’m dead. This guy I was texting before and sent nudes to is a pisces sun and he was so obsessed.. one day all he did was look at one of my photos and … THREE TIMES 💀💀 pisces have no boundaries and can really get lost in their vices 😬😬

Warning - A rant on Pisces Sun Men.

Tw: If you like pisces men don't read lol

Omg- I am so so sorry😀 everytime I read stories about pisces men this is my exact reaction : 🫢😀🤢🤬💀

It goes from "umm what" to "WHAT THE FUCK" real quick.

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS TRAUMATIZING THO

Every. Single. Pisces. Sun. Man. I've. Met. IS TRASH. Literally no other zodiac sign could compare to pisces mens level of disgust

They weirdly love bomb and act like hoes and then become obsessed and clingy with u while they are acting like the most disgusting man hoes ever??? Make it make sense.

The things I COULD TELL YOU ABOUT HOW THEY'VE TRAUMATIZED ME AND EVERYONE IK CHILE

My friends mom is divorced from a pisces sun man who would regularly phone sex workers and masturbate to underage girls on porn....💀💀🤢🤢

My previous crush love bombed me only to fuck a bunch of other girls and continuously try to love bomb me again after???

THEY ALWAYS HAVE THE WANDERING EYE IN RELATIONSHIPS OMG, one tried to hide the fact he had a girlfriend of 2 YEARS with me during the talking stages.

Honestly a lot of them act like they treat women nicely only to get in a relationship and treat them horribly from what I've seen. Its like if you dont live up to their imposed fantasies of you they get aggressive and MEAN as they constantly threaten to leave you while cheating at the same time. Its fucked up dude.

Master Manipulators? A Pisces sun man

A guilt-tripping gaslighting WHORE - a Pisces sun man

The sign that cheats the most imo? - A Pisces sun man

They always act soooo innocent and caring like they'd never harm a fly BUT THEN TURN OUT TO BE THE MOST FUCKED UP PEOPLE I SWEAR.

Like they keep their secrets A SECRET because they're so awful.

Its so bad- people shit on mutable sign men a lot but pisces men are the worst OF THE WORST. And its also because they play dumb and get away with everything because everyone seems to view them as sweet or innocent??? But naurr they are dirtier than the sewers my friend.

Honestly a lot of them have deranged sexual fantasies and can't control or even realize their way of imposing their fantasies onto other people making us SO UNCOMFORTABLE.

THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND THE WORD NO? as soon as you deny them anything they automatically make it your fault. Because they act ENTITLED you should do whatever for them because they "love" you so much. The behavior I've witnessed from them makes me SICK

Whenever news of a celebrity cheating pops up they ALWAYS have pisces placements

Adam Levine, Justin Bieber, Tristan Thompson, Zayn Malik (pisces rising).

I could GO ON about how many men with pisces placements cheat its seriously ridiculous and it happens irl and not just hollywood too like they cheat as if they'd never live again or smth??

Honestly, All of the Pisces sun men I've come to know or have heard about are either the worst fuckboys ever or Should be in jail 100%

Not even kidding.

[crowdusk]

thinking about the boa sisters (esp hancock) and the story of medusa…a myth about shame and rage and abuse of power from patriarchal agents. the way medusa literally is made monstrous by her grief and pain and betrayal. the sisters are so strong and respected but they carry the shame about their past literally burned onto their skin. to the point they have to invent themselves a myth to hide it. hancock has put up the highest walls/become somewhat cruel in order to protect herself after she and her sisters were subjected to the most horrific kinds of violence (heavily implied s*xual violence too). that thing anne carson wrote about monsters in myth being mostly women with deranged boundaries…yeah. idk what i’m trying to say but they’re important to me!!! their rage is important to me!!

[roleplayhonestybox]

https://www.tumblr.com/roleplayhonestybox/765390549527216128/there-are-brainworms-in-the-monsterfucker?source=share //

omg. i saw this the other day and i didn't immediately send an ask about it because i was sure ppl were going to be like ?? it's his boundary, because this is so weird. like, do you not separate fiction from reality? do you project yourself into the 'ocs' you rp? in actual fact are you using rp as a porn outlet it's actually foul to think about how many women this guy might've interacted with and made uncomfortable. when writing characters i don't see my partner as the character, idc what gender or sexuality they are. this is a weird fucking take and you're genuinely deranged for sending this in and thinking you were right

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[cthulhubert]

Okay, I admit. I am probably taking this too seriously.

But I keep on and keep on seeing posts on the theme of:

"We need more unpalatable representation" You people couldn't handle [palatable representation]

(eg, "evil women", "women who assert their boundaries" )

But like. Cousins in humanity. I am just very certain that the people who want more deranged queers and evil minorities are not the people sending death threats to the Steven Universe writers. These are not the same people saying those things.

The people who want evil women or megalomaniacal black villains are not the people who couldn't handle Rose Quartz or Skyler.

[luxurybrownbarbie]

hi barbie so my bf was logged onto his email on myphone to chack it and forgot to log off so I decided to be nosey and see wht was in it. he tried to make payments to his friends only fans site but she refunded him and saud it was weird. how do i bring it up? :( it was technically invading his privacy. but this feels like it’s more important than whjt i did. Any advice?

Okay, I’m about eight tequila shots in right now, so apologies if this is super disjointed. I’m censoring onlyf*ns because bots are annoying.

You guys need to break up. Expeditiously! And for more reasons than you think.

But like… babe. Let’s start at the crux of the matter. You unfortunately don’t get to decide which of these issues is more important than the other. I’m very tough on phone searching and its several related antics because I have a job which has very stringent privacy rules. No one gets to play with my money. But I also strongly believe in personal autonomy above all else. You’re not their parent, and they’re not a child. I don’t care if you “have nothing to hide” and “they can go through your phone whenever”. It doesn’t matter. People don’t give up privacy and autonomy just because they entered into a romantic partnership. Also, get yourself some things to hide. It’s good for you.

So… it sucks, but you’re going to have to be alright with the fact that he’s going to be pissed and feel violated when you bring this subject up because of how you found out. And again, he has a right to feel that way.

Onto what you found. This is more of a psychological thing. Why did you feel the need to snoop? I have had ample opportunities to snoop in my partners’ phones, and I’ve never done it. So why did you suddenly decide to be nosy this time around? Why did this urge strike you so fiercely when you could have just… logged out? Clearly something had been up, and you needed to scratch an itch you were suddenly made aware existed. Strike number one for your boyfriend.

Next… him paying for a subscription to his friend’s onlyf*ns? That’s deranged, I’m sorry. Unless you guys are into that, in which case, my bad. But your message reads like this was definitely a betrayal. And I get it. Look, I love my friends and I’m sex positive (within reason) and I love supporting women owned businesses, but I’m not going to watch my friends onlyf*ns. Probably because I’m not sexually attracted to my friends! And that must have felt so weird for her. I can’t imagine how she felt when she saw her supposed “friend’s” email on her subscriber list or whatever it’s called. He didn’t even have the decency to make a burner for his creepiness. Ew. For her to explicitly state to him that it was weird lets me know he’s tried to cross boundaries like this before, and somehow he has not received the message. Gross all around. So a major strike two for your boyfriend.

Strike three is literally just that he’s a loser, come on. You see how bad inflation is right now. People are not turning away money, no matter where it’s coming from. Do you know how much of a loser he has to be for her to refund his subscription? I don’t even know how onlyfans works, but if it’s like patreon/substack, she had to go through active effort to remove him. He tried to pay to watch explicit videos of his friend and she said “No thank you! 😌” and sent him his money back. Eggs are $6 a dozen! There’s a cost of living crisis out here! And she said no thank you to his money? That’s literally so embarrassing for him, I’m cringing on his behalf. If he had any self awareness at all, he would have shriveled up and died right there, but whatever.

All in all, the friend is a queen, and you should keep her. If not, then don’t be weird about her or to her. She was just doing her thing. It’s not her fault your boyfriend is skeevy as hell. When you bring this up to him, acknowledge the way you found out was messed up, because it was. (You yourself state that you actively decided to be nosy, it didn’t just fall in your lap.) Accept that now, so you won’t get bullied or manipulated into thinking you’re the main problem here. He’s allowed to be upset about it, but don’t let it derail the overall conversation at hand.

And then, no matter what the outcome of the talk, you should leave him. 💛💛💛 Not only because he’s a skeevy weirdo who tries to push boundaries with his female friends, but also because he’s not going to stop, and this is likely only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his behavior.

And stop going through emails.

[melonteee]

Hi! I have a question that has been corrupting my brain the last couple of days and I've reached my breaking point. I'm not sure if this is just a creation of my imagination or if it is real. Is there out there a panel in the manga of Sanji talking (in his gallant knight kind of way) about respecting women's boundaries as in not to say sexual remarks to them or physically harrass them?? I kind of think it was around thriller bark or something but I cannot find it and I don't know if I'm being just delusional or what and it is devouring me alive lol btw I love your deeper analysis on Sanji and his deranged babygirl energy

uhhh in the wano anime he says "SEXUAL HARRASSMENT IS NEVER ALLOWED!!!" and I do remember a manga panel pre-ts similar to it, maybe not in the exact same words but he def talked about backing off from women who are not interested or smthn. Sorry anon I wasn't very helpful! 😭

[horizon-verizon]

https://www.tumblr.com/asteria-of-the-stars/713861869608271872/feminine-rage-as-women-raged-old-men-fumbled-and?source=share

I laugh so hard, imagine associating Sansa or Alicent to feminine rage. “How dare a girl defy the man” and it’s a just a misogynistic Catholic who want to punish a woman for having sex outside marriage, literally said “we do not rule, but we may guide the men that do: gently, away from violence and sure destruction, and instead toward peace”, nurses her sick husband, cries when he died, and stole a woman’s throne to give it to a male rapist.

It’s just insane how Alicent’s deranged fans want her to be simultaneously dutiful and defiant, simultaneously tradionalist and feminist. Thats not how this works.

What they think is "feminine rage" is actually just a socially-licensed outburst with the purpose of reinforcing patriarchal order through a woman letting out her frustrations on those who she envies and/or sees as making her look weak, inferior, etc since they do not "follow the rules" which make her retain whatever position she has and enjoys.

Feminine rage is not something that reinforces patriarchal self-control or motherliness. It is, above all, a thing where a woman forgoes the colonialist conception of "self-control" and "calm order" and lets herself attack the abuser, the one that intends to use her body and mind against her, against a particular system, etc. It's basically a shove against a hegemony, something that is meant to disorder and destruction to make a potential condition where there can be a struggle to remake boundaries better suited for the abused.

At least that's the literary definition I've deduced. Female rage, or the anger and rage of women, itself is not an invention either way; it is as real as male rage and it is only "unique" in the context of patriarchal abuse either negatively ("crazy bitch") or as I wrote above about feminine rage.

[im-feelin-sick]

Pokémon AU Devnny Drabble No. 2 As always, much thanks to @that-kangaroo-fish . In fact, I’ll go ahead and say any Pokémon AU stuff can be credited to her as much as me.

Content warning for JtHM typical content.

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Johnny grins at her.

He has such a nice smile, Devi thinks. It’s too big for his face, and devastatingly earnest. She desperately wants to tell him how good it looks, but instead, she only offers one in return. Not even a moment later, Devi catches herself slipping in posture towards his direction, and she pretends to cough while straightening herself back out. There’s a moment where neither of them say a thing. Devi needlessly moves around a few books on the shelf, before a topic of conversation occurs to her.

“Oh, did I tell you about my fucking date last week?” Devi asks, hopefully before the silence went weird. “It went terribly.”

“No, you haven’t.” Johnny shakes his head. He jams his fidgety hands into the pocket of his black hoodie, settling in. One of his massive boots digs into the ground as he refuses to make eye-contact with her- Nny’s always been awkward in a charming way. Devi likes shy guys, especially when they’re dressed like they fell into a vat of ravens and black eyeliner. A muddy paw print adorns his black and white Shedinja print t-shirt, which is just the right amount of accidental grunge. He must have some kind of dog Pokémon.

Devi sighs, distracted but still pissed off about the aforementioned date, before she starts her story. “Well, he had a Muk that hung out with us, as though smelling fetid sludge would set a romantic mood. I should have known then. First red flag.”

At this comment, Graifaifai (sitting behind her) makes a very annoyed growl, and Devi sighs again. “I know, I know. You were right.” She tosses her hair and the ends of her a-line bob dance across her cheekbones. Nny chuckles.

“Anyway,” Devi continues, “the asshole kept trying to get me to go back to his place, even though I told him I didn’t want to do that kinda shit on a first date. We went out to dinner, and he wanted to have dessert at his place. Like, grab some ice cream and put on a movie. He promised me it would be just that. But, y’know. Guys. Let their penises take the wheel.”

“I never understand that,” Nny interjects. “I mean, why that would be the first thing someone wants? Or second. Or third. Or fifteenth, really. There’s a million better things to do with someone that don’t force a deranged swap of, ugh, body fluids. I’d rather just. Talk. I guess. With someone I like. And get really deep. When you open up a person, it’s so much more intimate and you get to really see what’s inside.”

Charmed again by his declared priorities, Devi corrects him with a giggle. “Open up to a person, you mean.”

“Oh, that too, I guess.”

Devi grins. “Where was I? Uhhh…. right, ok, so I did end up agreeing to go to his apartment to watch one of my favorite movies, after making it very clear that I wasn’t going to sleep with him. Don’t ask me why I went. Maybe I thought that for once, some dumbass would respect my boundaries.”

“How dangerously optimistic of you.”

“Oh yeah, of course the prick doesn’t- he keeps trying to slap his greasy lips on me, and stick his clammy asscrack hands damn near everywhere. And he kept trying to get me to drink. And that Muk! The smell! Sweet hell! I finally called a cab and left before we were even fifteen minutes into the movie. He offered to drive me home but I wasn’t about to let him find out where I live. I don’t need a stalker on top of everything else.”

Utter disgust spreads on Johnny’s face like spoiled milk spilled across a floor. “Ew! Men are disgusting, greedy, filthy little creatures full of shit and stupid and processed foods. I mean, most women are too, to be honest. But men especially so. Everyone’s like a microwave burrito. You think they’re gonna be warm and wonderful, but they all end up soggy and still frozen in the middle! Nothing worse in the world than a partially cooked microwave burrito or a person!”

“Oh Arceus, right? Don’t know why I keep trying when I hate pretty much everyone, and everyone’s just blinded by boobs or bullshit. Dating is like playing Russian roulette with a completely loaded gun.”

Grafaifai climbs onto Devi’s arm and chatters. Nny gives Grafaifai a crippling glare, and grits his teeth before hissing back.” While I am, on unfortunate technicality, a specimen of the male gender, don’t you fucking dare compare me to them! My dick is the last body part I’d ever think with, and I strive to have manners despite everyone else always forgetting them. I’m no saint, but I’m nothing like the masses of creeps out there. And if ever become anything like them… well, take me out back and blow my genitals and brains out!”

Devi frowns. Did he misunderstand her? “Huh?”

Johnny looks equally confused for a moment, and just blinks, before replying, “Wait! Not you. Never you. I haven’t told you that I can understand Pokémons’ language before, have I? Well, I can- I always know what they’re all saying about me, and your Grafaifai told me that I’m just as bad, if not worse, than any other man, and that I probably want something horrible too. Which is a very, very cruel thing to say to a person, as well as including some disgusting assumptions.” Nny’s hands are balled up into quaking fists. There’s a sudden darkness to him that makes Devi’s nerves itch, but she also feels guilty. Grafaifai can be mean, but she’s never done much to teach it otherwise. Especially not by example.

She quickly soothes him over with, “Oh, it just thinks that kind of thing about every guy I….” Devi pauses, teetering on the edge of admitting something she’s working up the guts to say. She falls onto the side of caution. Mostly. “Uh, meet. It’s protective and a bit judgey, that’s all. I think you’re very polite and nice, for the record. I like talking to you.”

Holy fucking shit, is he nice! Devi loves the delicate, too-polite sound of his voice. Johnny often rambles, and Devi’s always happy to listen, even when the shit he says gets bizarre and conspiratorial. It’s just one of many charming quirks- though she’s pretty sure Johnny would practically murder her if she called him quirky.

Despite her holding back, Devi’s answer/compliments must be enough, because Johnny’s mood goes bright as fast as it went dim. She even thinks he blushes, and his tongue sticks out between his lips as though he’s trying to think of what to say next. It must be a struggle. Devi continues speaking for his sake.

“So you can talk to Pokémon, right? That’s cool. I’ve heard of people who can do that, but I’ve never met one. I usually get what Graifaifai’s trying to communicate, but I can’t understand the language at all.”

“I can’t remember when I learned how. Or if I learned how,” Johnny admits, happy to have changed the direction of the conversation. “I’ve been able to understand them as far back as I can remember. Which isn’t much even on a good day.”

Devi laughs at his joke. “I totally get you. I can’t even remember what I did this morning.”

“Me too. But the whole talking Pokémon thing. I really don’t recommend it. Especially when you live in a gym full of asshole ghosts. You can’t even make a ghost die a second time. I’ve tried it!”

“Yeah, talking to most people feels like sandpapering my face. I can see why Pokémon could be the same way. I hope Sableye’s a little nicer to talk to- where is the little guy, by the way?”

Sableye’s usually out and about, chirping at Grafaifai or trying to read comic books. Devi hasn’t seen him yet. He might actually be inside of his Pokéball, for once.

“Oh! He’s napping.” Nny turns around. Inside of his hood lies Sableye, curled up and asleep. It groggily peers at her, before covering its face up with its arms and burrowing itself deeper into Johnny’s hood. Even Devi’s not totally immune to cute things, and she lets out a little, “Awww.”

After a moment, Nny turns right back around. “But I wanted to say, that guy you went out with? I keep thinking. What’d he look like? ‘Cause I’d gut him like a Magicarp if I found him. I’d take him home and serve him a dessert made only of glass shards and vinegar. He deserves it. It would be a worth a new ghost haunting the gym.”

Johnny’s got a wicked, fucked up sense of humor that’s right up Devi’s alley. They laugh together this time, and somewhere in that moment, Devi finds the courage to actually flirt with Nny.

“Your gym actually sounds kinda cool. Like a haunted house. I’d love to see it. I might even let you take me there after a first date.”

“Oh?” Johnny’s usually pretty easy to read, but emotions fly across his face so quickly that Devi can’t tell what he’s thinking. For a terrifying moment, she wonders if she crossed a boundary. Did she misread him? But finally a giant grin stretches from hollow cheek to hollow cheek, and he nods rapidly.

“I’d like that too.”

He has such a nice smile, Devi thinks.

[chocochipbiscuit]

Femslash February Recs: ORIGINAL WORK!

I love Femslash February and am usually all up in fanfics (as witnessed by my bookmarked F/F fics…) but! I’ve actually been on a binge reading original sapphic work lately, and want to yell about my favorites!

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri:

“A captive princess and a maidservant in possession of forbidden magic become unlikely allies on a dark journey to save their empire from the princess's traitor brother.

Imprisoned by her dictator brother, Malini spends her days in isolation in the Hirana: an ancient temple that was once the source of the powerful, magical deathless waters — but is now little more than a decaying ruin.

Priya is a maidservant, one among several who make the treacherous journey to the top of the Hirana every night to clean Malini’s chambers. She is happy to be an anonymous drudge, so long as it keeps anyone from guessing the dangerous secret she hides.

But when Malini accidentally bears witness to Priya’s true nature, their destinies become irrevocably tangled. One is a vengeful princess seeking to depose her brother from his throne. The other is a priestess seeking to find her family. Together, they will change the fate of an empire.”

There are so many great characters, and I love how full and complex they feel; everyone has their own motives, whether it’s conquest or survival, and Priya and Malini’s goals are not always in alignment (and oh BOY that complicated web of trust and loyalty really gets put to the test in the second book) but their relationship is utterly the backbone of the book, navigating the boundaries whether the daughter of conquerors can ever ‘just’ be sweethearts with a temple child whose mere survival spits in the empire’s eye.

Also, if you read: please yell about Bhumika with me!!!!

This is the first of The Burning Kingdoms trilogy. Two books are out already (The Jasmine Throne and The Oleander Sword) and I love them both!

Content warnings for in-world homophobia and sexism, mostly shown through the attitudes of the empire towards the people they’ve conquered.

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir: 

“The Emperor needs necromancers.

The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman.

Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead bullshit.

Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die.

Of course, some things are better left dead.”

Deranged lesbian necromancers���.IN SPACE!!!! I fully admit that I didn’t read this for the longest time because I was convinced that it wouldn’t live up to the hype, but I absolutely devoured it!!! Also the first of The Locked Tomb series, which has three books (Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth) which are available for your frenzied consumption!

Feminine Pursuits by Olivia Waite: Historical F/F romance!!! I’m listing the series title instead of individual books, but each book absolutely stands on its own and is well worth reading! Do you like age gap romance with two passionate women scarred by lovers past? Then check out A Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics! (Also, astronomy!!!) Or are two middle-aged women, one a widow and the other in a lavender marriage, more your speed? Then try The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows! (Also, bees!!!!) Or maybe you’d prefer a rivals to lovers romance that culminates in a heist? Then oh boy but The Hellion’s Waltz is there for you! (Also, music!!!)

These books are set in the 1800s and there is period-typical sexism and homophobia (particularly in The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows), including some frank discussions that the women involved may not be able to marry or have more ‘conventional’ families, but these are all romance novels. That means happy endings!

Mrs. Martin’s Incomparable Adventure by Courtney Milan:

“Mrs. Bertrice Martin—a widow, some seventy-three years young—has kept her youthful-ish appearance with the most powerful of home remedies: daily doses of spite, regular baths in man-tears, and refusing to give so much as a single damn about her Terrible Nephew.

Then proper, correct Miss Violetta Beauchamps, a sprightly young thing of nine and sixty, crashes into her life. The Terrible Nephew is living in her rooming house, and Violetta wants him gone.

Mrs. Martin isn’t about to start giving damns, not even for someone as intriguing as Miss Violetta. But she hatches another plan—to make her nephew sorry, to make Miss Violetta smile, and to have the finest adventure of all time.

If she makes Terrible Men angry and wins the hand of a lovely lady in the process? Those are just added bonuses.

Author’s Note: Sometimes I write villains who are subtle and nuanced. This is not one of those times. The Terrible Nephew is terrible, and terrible things happen to him because he deserves them. Sometime villains really are bad and wrong, and sometimes, we want them to suffer a lot of consequences."

Another historical F/F romance, and an utter romp! The nephew is indeed Terrible and much of the reason he’s able to be Terrible is because of the institutionalized sexism and social hierarchy of the period. However, he does get harassed and punished in entertaining ways! And Violetta and Bertrice are delights.

[female-malice]

It’s clearly not just one individual lesbian with how you and now many others are fake crying and getting more and more upset over this stupid shit instead taking a step back and see she already clarified multiple times over something y’all misunderstood and now you lot just act like you wanna be offended. It’s the internet, not the run for the gold medal in oppression olympics 🫶 she didn’t ever compare, she used that anons own logic weird against them. said logic is something A LOT of ssa women use, acting like it’s easy and pain free to be an osa woman.

good day, hope you seethe in you made up rage. making so many of us other homosexual women look deranged while doing so 😳

I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

I made a post asking straight women to consider that different lesbians have different boundaries around allyship. Then you got mad about it in my inbox. And now here we are.