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"im not saying feminism is for everyone but-" the fuck? well im saying that. feminism is for everyone. yes even cishet men will benefit from feminism and cishet men should be feminists because cishet men are indeed harmed by the patriarchy; nowhere near to the extent that women are, but having a culture that is fully equal and anti-misogynist benefits everyone. have we forgotten that lifting up the disenfranchised people in society helps all of us as a collective? "im not saying that universal and unalienable human rights are for everyone but-" YES THE FUCK THEY ARE LOL
- When Vivian Hugo found a runaway bride in his mansion and referred to her as his destined lover!
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The crowd watched as you nervously walked down the church aisle. You met the groom’s eyes—no emotions whatsoever behind those eyes. You bite your lip, trying your best not to cry, not from happiness but from the grim life ahead of you.
A loveless marriage.
You thought you were going to marry someone whom you love; it eventually shattered when your parents arranged a marriage ever since you turned 18 to the knight commander of the kingdom.
You stole a glance at your parents. They were grinning from ear to ear, excited to climb their way up to the noble rankings. Is this what you're destined to do?
As you get near to the groom, your heart starts to race—the stares of the crowd, the solemn tune that the piano and violin are producing, but last but not least. Teddy, the knight that you will spend the rest of your life with.
Suddenly, a huge amount of adrenaline decided to rush into your veins at this very moment. You find yourself slowly stepping away; the groom looks confused, as does the crowd. Your parents seemed to be whispering harshly towards your direction, but you didn't understand what they were saying.
"Run" you heard a voice say.
You immediately turned your back and started running towards the door. Gasps and shouts were heard as you got out of the church; the groom attempted to chase after you, but you mounted the horse that was conveniently outside the church and bolted to somewhere far away.
'I can't believe I actually did that!'
Your head spirals with endless thoughts about what you have done in your life. Was it over, or did your life finally begin?
The horse took you in a forest, but you decided it was far enough to lose the people that were trailing you. You whipped the reins to stop him, but it didn't work. You tried other methods, like tugging it, and even shouted to the horse to stop, but it didn't budge.
You weren't paying attention to the direction where the horse was heading, and you just noticed the trees around you were withered, and the only thing that could be heard was the rhythmic thud of the horse's feet crackling the dead leaves on the ground.
The horse eventually stopped in front of a huge mansion. The air around it was grim, and despite the old vintage look, it looked oddly well maintained. You could see that there were lights inside, and that would uplift your mood, thinking that you can probably talk to the house owner and stay in for the night.
You gathered up your courage and approached the mansion. You too let out a deep sighed and knocked at the large wooden door in infront of you.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?!" You called out, hoping that they wouldn't ignore you; you were a stranger to them after all. A woman dressed in white in the middle of the night knocking at your door whose mansion is far away from the town doesn't quite make sense, right?
The door opened, but no one was there...but it was calling you to enter the place. Your stomach curled re-thinking your idea about staying here, but it's the only thing that will keep you safe from wolves.
Your breath hitched, and you entered the house, anticipating some kind of welcome at least, but the only thing present in this house is the coldness. You shivered and crossed your arms, rubbing your hands on your forearms to keep yourself warm.
You've been wandering the mansion for a good 10 minutes now, and it was still a small portion of the mansion. The light from one of the rooms caught your attention. You slowly approached the room and saw some candles lit up; it was one of the rooms you saw outside.
"Who might you be?"
A cold voice whispered in your ear. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Your breath hitched as you stood there frozen.
You turned around to see a tall man with a muscular build who was wearing a white long sleeve layered with a black vest and paired with black slacks. His semi-long crimson hair perfectly framed his sharp features and complimented the color of his pale skin. But the feature that caught your attention aside from his face is the two black dots that rest on his neck.
It didn't take you long to connect the dots together. Pale skin, a bite mark in the neck,
'They still exist?!'
You thought the whole village had killed all the vampires from decades ago.
His dilated black eyes studied your reaction, and an amused smirk appeared on his face. He slowly approached you, and each step he took, you also took a step back, keeping yourself prepared in case something happens.
"After all these years...I've finally found you," he whispered.
You accidentally slipped in your dress and let out a scream. You tumbled back and fell on the ground harshly. The sudden impact had caused you to accidentally bite your lip. A small wet patch oozed on your lip and entered your mouth.
'blood'
He looks down on your shaken figure and kneels in front of you. He trailed his hand behind your ear, gently grabbing a piece of your hair and placing his lips on it.
"What...." you mumbled, confused at his actions.
He let go of your hair and placed his cold hand on your cheek. He runs his thumb over where you bit yourself. The sweet scent allured him.
Your eyes widened as he placed his cold lips on yours. And then, the taste of blood finally entered his mouth. He closed his eyes, and you felt his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him.
You were terrified to even do anything! What will happen if you displease him? Can you even make it out alive at this place?!
He licked your bottom lip, and you let out a whine; you felt him smirk against your mouth and took this opportunity to insert his tongue inside yours, desperately exploring every inch of you. But that wasn't enough; he was craving more of that tasty blood.
He backed away, and you thought that it was over, but he went in again, now biting at your bottom lip, demanding more. Your hands find their way to the sleeve of his top clothing, curling your fingers tightly.
"Hmm..wait!" you whimpered. You felt a sharp pain on your bottom lip, and more blood came out.
He alternates from hungrily licking the blood on your bottom lip and battling your tongue, leaving you dazed at the metallic taste of your own blood. At this point, you were sure that you'd run out of your blood if he kept this up.
You pulled away heavily, panting, and turned to the side, averting your gaze.
'I'm dead. I'm totally dead!'
While you were thinking about the possible ways he could kill you. Hugo licked the trail of your blood left on his mouth, and he cupped your cheeks, making you turn back to him.
He placed his forehead on yours, and he closed his eyes. His breathing was heavy and ragged as he tried to catch his own breath.
A major grievance of mine as a transmasculine person browsing 'x reader' fics on here is that several writers neglect to specify that the fic is for female readers, until well into the fic. There are no indicators neither at the very start (eg. 'f reader/fem reader) nor in the tags.
Many times I have come across a fic with no gender specification assuming "Ah, this must be gender neutral, finally something I can insert myself into", only to be halfway into the fic and hit with 'woman', 'girlfriend', 'she', 'princess' or the like and for me to be uncomfortable. Nowadays I scroll pass blank indicated fics entirely because I don't want to deal with that same dysphoric stomach lurch.
This is not limited to the Blue Lock fandom.
While some of these writers may specify from within their blogs or an introductory post that they only write for female readers, this does not come through to people who browse fics via the explore page.
It is helpful to readers if writers properly tag their individual fics either from the get go or, even better, within the tags so Tumblr's tag filtering can do its thing. Many already do so and I appreciate that from them immensely.
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I'm sorry to say this everyone, but Kaiser is definitely misogynistic and he would totally have one of those red-pilled podcasts that focuses on a very toxic form of self-improvement if he could. Ness is problably always there just to agree with him
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𝄞 synopsis: Dearest gentle reader, the war hero and Prince of Nippon, SAE ITOSHI, has arrived from the torn battlegrounds of Spain! Even our royal prince is upon the marriage mart, for after years of engagement and ardent dances between the Duke of Iglesias and a certain debutante, both eligible bachelors have seemed to resign themselves to fate. This author wishes to confute this royal affair, for the answer is most obvious. After all, why settle for a duke when one can have a prince?
Hello friends! Here is a peek at my latest draft that is going to be posted neeeeext Friday! Bridgerton/Royal AU with Sae!
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Being in a distance relationship is one of the most exhausting things ever
It turns every missed call into a heavy silence and every delayed reply into a reason to be annoyed
The two of you had been fighting for weeks, until the last argument that spiraled into something ugly and unbearable, leaving you both with sharp, stinging words that lingered even after the screen went black
It had been a few weeks since you last spoke. Even when his name lit up your screen two days ago, you just turned your phone down on the nightstand, staring at the ceiling, unable to stomach another fight
You were too tired to keep trying
It was past midnight and all you wanted was to sleep
As your eyes finally began to give in, a violent thudding shook your front door
Your heart hammered against your ribs, the sound echoing in the hollow silence of your apartment
It wasn’t a polite knock of a neighbor, it was a heavy, persistent and entirely too aggressive for this hour
Adrenaline spiked and your first instinct was to grab the nearest weapon you could find, a plastic kitchen broom you found in the hallway
You hovered by the door, your knuckles white as you gripped the handle
Even though you were scared to death, you had to face whatever nightmare was on the other side
“Who’s there?” you shouted, your voice trembling as you gripped the handle tighter “I’m calling the police!”
A beat of silence followed, then a raspy, slurred familiar voice drifted through the door
“Knock knock”
You blinked, the tension in your arms leaving slowly as it had arrived “Sae, is that you?”
“Knock knock” he repeated, ignoring your question with a stubborn, drunken persistence
“Sae? You’re supposed to be in Spain. Are you ..are you drunk?"
“You’re supposed to say who’s there” he slurred, his voice heavy with annoyance
You let out a frustrated breath, leaning your forehead against the door “..Who’s there?”
“Your boyfriend” you could practically hear his drunken, lopsided smile through the door “Now let me in”
You threw the lock and swung the door open but the words you’d prepared died in your throat
He was leaning heavily against the doorframe, looking like a disaster
His bangs were falling straight over his eyes which were bloodshot from a mixture of exhaustion and what looked like suspiciously unshed tears, smelling strongly of expensive alcohol
He stumbled inward, nearly colliding with your shoulder as you caught him, his presence overwhelming the space
“You idiot” you whispered, your heart aching “Why are you even here?"
Sae didn’t answer, he just looked at you, his gaze falling over each of your features, memorizing your face
He wandered towards the sofa, pulling you with him as he collapsed onto the cushions
He didn’t let go of your hand, his glossy eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch
“Why didn’t you answer me?” he murmured, the silence stretching between you
“I’m sorry” he paused, his expression crumbling “The fight.. it was .. I don’t know. I hated not hearing from you. Don’t do that again”
Your heart ached at the words “I’m sorry too” you murmured, reaching to brush his bangs from his eyes ”I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was hurt..but I missed you"
He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes “Just stay” he whispered, his voice rough “The world’s already exhausting, I don’t need us making it worse”
He looked at you as if you were the only solid thing in his life, his thumb reaching out to trace your lower lip
''Can I..” he hesitated, a ghost of his usual arrogance flickering for a second before being swallowed by longing ”May I kiss you? Please“
You just nodded and before you could even respond he dropped to his knees on the rug. His hands sliding to your waist to anchor himself to you, pressing his face into your chest for a brief second, clearly revealed that you hadn’t turned him away
Then he looked up again, his expression softening into something devastatingly sincere
He leaned forward, capturing your lips with a desperation that tasted like apology and need for all the time spent apart. It was deep, lingering and unhurried
He finally pulled away, his forehead pressed into yours, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, afraid you might disappear
“I’m done with the distance” he whispered, his lips trailing towards your jaw
You were done too, unable to stay away from him any longer. You were happy he felt the same
He wasn’t the type to be soft but he was certainly the type to fly across an ocean just to prove he was still yours
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you and sae were hanging out when you randomly cracked a joke. sae laughed (read: sharply exhaled through his nose), he turned to look at you and with the most solid face ever and said, “you’re so funny.” with the most toneless tone ever.
“okay..you don’t sound like you’re laughing though..” you cocked an eyebrow, sitting straighter. “trust me i am.” he retorted, still cold as ice.
“uhh—prove it?” you snorted awkwardly. “haha hehe.” he pronounced, putting emphasis on every damn syllable.
now you were the one laughing your ass off instead of him.
ii.
“you’re the most beautiful person i have ever met.” sae muttered into your neck while pressing kisses there. you turned to look at him, eyes narrowing to look at his face devoid of any ounce of emotion.
“you mean that?” you held in your laugh by biting your lip. sae nodded, so proud, so icy.
“you don’t look it.” you giggled. “well do you want me to show you?” he cocked an eyebrow at you, actually the most emotion he has shown ever.
“yeah, that would be better.” you smiled, sae grabbed your chin and began peppering loving kisses all over your face eliciting a fit of giggles and ‘stop!’s from you.
iii.
you and sae had gone out on a date to an arcade and you really REALLY wanted to take a photo in those photobooths so with much begging and pleading you managed to drag sae over.
“okay, just don’t look constipated.” you sat down and inserted a few coins into the machine, sae sat down right beside you.
the machine began clicking,
pic 1 : sae stared dead into the camera like he was angry while you made a small peace sign.
pic 2 : sae looked bored, sticking up a 👍 while you turned your face towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
pic 3 : he blinked when the picture clicked and you were smiling so pretty.
pic 4 : he was looking at you when the picture clicked, watching you make a goofy face.
pic 5 : he finally, finally smiled just the slightest bit (but it’s more than enough) when you weren’t looking. just gazing at your face, the face of the person who has his whole heart in their palm.
when the pictures came out, you grabbed them and shook them softly before looking at each one by one.
“you could’ve smiled in this one, dummy.” you gently smacked his shoulder, pointing at the second picture. he merely rolled his eyes and told you to move on (sassy man apocalypse is real).
he was just walking away when you looked at the fifth picture where he was smiling looking at you with so much love. your heart did funny flips in your chest and your gaze flicked between your boyfriend’s back to the picture.
you ripped the picture out and placed it safely in your wallet before falling into step quickly beside him, a warm smile on your face.
“you look happy.” sae commented and you nodded sweetly, “i am!” you confirmed. “funny because just a few moments earlier you were-” sae was cut off by you pressing a kiss to his cheek out of nowhere.
his entire face exploded into a blooming blush and he went non-verbal just staring at you with wide eyes.
oh, your dumb, “nonchalant” boyfriend.
a/n: i LOOOVVEE writing the itoshi brothers as dumbass fake nonchalants
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Hey since TERFs buried the original, higher quality recording, here’s the only surviving recording of trans activist Sylvia Rivera’s infamous “Y'all Better Quiet Down” speech, along with full transcription, now free and open on Archive.org. The transphobic fucks can try their best to scrub us from history, but we’re not going anywhere.
