Hi There 👋,

does anyone else find the concept of writing fan fiction for real-world people (like celebrities) weird? Especially if they’re on the internet a lot and might see that stuff related to them. Like I used to read hella bts fanfics but then I realized that 1.) I don’t know how they really act outside of the public eye- and likely neither does the writer, and 2.) writing smut???? Imagine you go on the internet to find thousands of people imagining you in that way without ur consent….like 😭

LIKE IF YOUVE EVER SEEN THOSE VIDEOS WHERE YOUTUBERS READ FANFICS ABOUT THEM AND THEY CRINGE??? that got me to stop reading that typa stuff fr

Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

what is it with the cod fandom and rape

genuinely dont think ive ever seen as much non-con and just blatantly labelling characters as rapists as often as i do in the cod tags

hello?? whats hot abt being violated?? pls enlighten me

AAAAAH AAAAAH AAAAAH just went on a blocking spree and i am not done yet. i KEEP getting smut fics of minor characters with the "aging up" excuse shoved everywhere PLEASE JUST LET THEM REST😓🙏. aging up characters is not a real thing in my dictionary and i dont get how you could be attracted to 15/16 yr olds when you dont even get to see a GLIMPSE of adulthood from them. the fact that you wanted to 'age them up' just to write filthy nsfw says ENOUGH🤕 i never blocked ppl on tumblr before this is a first but i was complaining about it w my friend then opened tumblr bcs i was feeling sad and wanted something cute just to see this monstrosity

bloody hell...

anyways dont forget to request something jjk related literally anything i feel like writing headcanons again🙏🙏

another reminder to stop buying/watching/reading anything JK Rowling associated

I think a lot of people negate just how fucking prevalent male privilege is, esp when it comes to conversations online.

like, when we talk abt fetishisation, we are always referring to the specific, right? so, a lot of the time, we're referring to when people take a group (such as lesbians) and turn them into a specific sexual fetish for someone outside of it (men). and the thing is that, yeah! gay men ARE also fetishised, but the difference is in treatment.

when lesbians are fetishised, there is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, an underlying inherent nature of violence to it; whether that's violence via corrective rape, violence via sexual assault, violence via hate crimes. and that's especially true when it comes to the fetishisation of trans lesbians - there is an inherent violent nature to it.

on the flip side, however, when gay men are fetishised, there is NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, an underlying level of violence. yeah, it's uncomfortable & it's fucking gross, but no, you aren't going to be attacked or murdered.

and that is male privilege. men will never have to worry abt people who fetishise them actually fucking murdering them for saying "no" when harassed into being asked for sex. and I can't even believe this needs to be said, in all honesty, but evidently it does, so fuck it.

a lot of you lot forget that male privilege exists, like, MASSIVELY, and negate its prevalence within society in order to be misogynistic. you act as if fetishisation of gay men is exactly the same, fuckin 1:1, with the fetishisation of lesbians but it is NOT.

yeah, we're both hypersexualised and treated like & portrayed as just little sex toys for people who don't even see us as human beings. yes, it's homophobic and fucking disgusting how people treat us as their own personal little porno projects solely for existing as gay & lesbian. yeah! it's fucking GRIM!

but gay men do NOT have to wonder if the person saying those things is gonna be violent towards gay men at all. gay men don't have to sit there and wonder if the woman saying "mmm I love jerking it to gays - you should two should make out, it'd be SO HOT!" is gonna fuckin beat your head and teeth in for refusing to kiss a man on the bus. gay men don't have to worry abt these things when it comes down to fetishisation, and that is male privilege.

see the fuckin difference?

stop NEGATING male privilege. stop DENYING that it does v much exist.

stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

oh yeah i love reading (fan-fictions to dissociate).

" I don't always like the things I have to do. " | Miguel O'Hara x male (villain) reader.

Ik he's been through so much, but why not put him through alittle more? Angst NO COMFORT, Unknown identities, identities are eventually discovered. Reader is based off the Prowler, Remember Miguel doesn't have a no killing rule? mhm. Blood and cuts mentioned! 1k words , Male reader , No NSFW mentioned, Minors DNI.

A small click sounded from your clawed glove as you disconnected it from your suit, placing it onto the table lightly as you looked around your base with narrowed eyes. Jesus, was it gloomy in here. You thought to yourself, taking off your mask as you gasped in fresh air.

You could finally go back to your apartment, and live your relatively normal life with your beautiful boyfriend. Aside from the fact you were literally the fucking Prowler. But only when you were called out. You had a debt with your boss, and if you didn't repay it, he'd threaten to hurt you or your loved ones. Yeah, Nueva York criminals were real predictable with their circumstances.

Only thing you'd have to do was work for him as a criminal for the rest of your life which was very likely to be cut short because of your ' job path '.

Wasn't that a pain in the ass?

You suddenly heard a rustle behind you, you instantly tensed up as you quickly pulled your mask down, grabbing ahold of the heavy glove as you clicked it back on as you spun around, meeting your eyes with a muscular man in a blue suit with red markings was sitting on one of the poles, sharp talons digging into the metal to hold himself.

You audibly groaned as you recognized the man who'd been watching you. Spiderman. He man who'd gotten close several times to capture you. God, you hoped this would be one of those times too. " Prowler. How about we make this easy on the both of us and let me take you in without a fight? " He offered, jumping down as his muscles were very clearly tensed as he took steps toward you.

Even if he asked to take you in easily, he knew you weren't gonna do that. " Sorry, Spiderman. I got my own thing to do. " You mumbled, voice distorted, listening to the light whir of your mechanical gloves as you leaped forward, Spiderman moving swiftly to the side as you turned sharply on your heel. " Why can't you leave me the hell alone? " You scoffed, twisting your neck enough for it to crack.

" Its kinda my job to take down criminals, if you didn't know. " He replied snarkily, picking up on the light accent which coated his voice. You stood up straight, nodding your head upward in a " come on, then " motion. You could almost hear the annoyed sigh which came from the stupidly tall man.

Spiderman jumped forward before you could react, grabbing ahold of your throat as he slammed you against the wall, feeling sharp talons against the sides of your throat as you lifted your legs upto his abdomen, kicking him back. He grunted as his claws scrape against your neck, ripping the fabric of your mask that went down to your collarbones as you felt a sharp stinging sensation.

You gasped as you felt blood start to instantly rush out of your cuts, shaking your blood as you focused on the problem infront of you instead of the one on you. ' Asshole. ' You muttered, quietly to yourself. You lunged forward quickly as you dragged your own metal glove across his face as you landed one, two, three punches successfully. Spiderman gasped out, grabbing your wrist before you could punch him a fourth time.

You tried to tug your arm out of his grip, panic starting to settle in the pit of your stomach. Spiderman twisted your arm sharply, feeling your ligament tear as you let out a muffled cry, the distortion making it sound eerie. You looked at the blue and red suited man, your pupils dilated as you used your other arm to cut at his abdomen, long red lines dragging from his chest down to his hip.

He loosed his grip slightly which gave you an opportunity to quickly pull your arm away from him, flinching at the pain before quickly recovering. You stared at Spiderman who was examining his wounds before jumping back at him, rolling for a moment in a struggle before pinning him down. Your fear starting to settle down, your mind instantly starting to fill with rage as you looked down at him, grabbing ahold of his throat before he could get back up, slamming him down against the concrete floor.

Spiderman choked out violently, a cough erupted as the back of his head hit the hard surface, a throbbing sensation starting to form in his head as his vision became fuzzy. You started to claw at his suit aggressively, cuts and scrapes starting to appear on his body before you tightened the grip on Spidermans throat. His chest heaved heavily as you did so, you started to punch at his face instead, small tears starting to form as your metal fist met with his cheek time and time again.

Until there was a hole large enough that you could see an eye.

An eye so painfully familiar.

The eyes that would normally make your heart swell with adoration and with happiness, instead caused your heart to drop.

Was it? It couldn't be. Miguel was at work, your beautiful, adoring boyfriend was at work. He couldn't be the Spiderman you're punching the life out of. Right?

...

Right?

No, it wasn't right. The soft wrinkle in the corner of his eyes when he normally smiled was now crinkled in pain. It was him. It was Miguel O'hara. The man you fell in love with.

You pulled back your hands instantly, panic and worry starting to fill your brain as you cried out, feeling several sharp talons in between the heavy chestplate and the plate which covered your back, digging into your stomach. Letting out shallow breathes as you shakily looked down to the source of the pain, you saw Spidermans, or rather Miguels, claws digging into you, pushing further into you until he was at his second knuckle.

You fell on your side off of him, your legs curling upto your stomach as pain took over your entire body, you glanced at Miguel, watching him flinch as he stood up shakily. ' He's hurt. ' You thought to yourself, trying to make yourself sit up as you took off your glove, holding your bare hand against the stab wound. You sat up against your elbow, looking up at Miguel desperately.

As much pain he was in, he still had his intimidating build, slightly hunched over as he glared down at you. " Are you done yet? " He spat, venom dripping from his voice. You instantly realized the severity of your situation. He didn't know who you were, you just beat the fuck out of him, and he doesn't have a problem with killing. You held your bloody hand out shakily up to him, signaling him to wait, stopping him in his tracks.

You slowly brought a hand to press a button on your voice changer, bringing it back to your normal voice. " Miguel. " You groaned quietly in pain, moving back to apply pressure on the wound. Just as yours did, his heart dropped. He let out a small gasp, the voice was shaky and obviously not the same as you sounded when you were happy, but it sounded like it was you. Was it?

He instantly slid down to his knees at your side, taking off your mask as his heart pounded so hard he was sure you could hear it too. Much to his misfortune, it was you. Miguel took his own mask off, bruises and cuts were scattered all over, but his focus was no longer on his pain. He cradled you in his arms, resting your back against his forearm.

" Hey, hey (Name). Mírame. You're gonna be okay, I promise. Fuck, I'm sorry. " He apologized, worry coating his words. You only looked at him with hazy eyes, nodding as best you could. Yeah, you were definitely bleeding out. You concluded, looking at the puddle of blood on the floor. " I'm gonna get you to a hospital, Love. Just hang on. " He ordered, gulping as he put his mask back on, picking you up bridal style.

How did he always manage to hurt the ones he loved?

Study Dates | Johnny Cage

“I’m sat right next to you, why are you sending me memes?” With Johnny cage? // ANONYMOUS

There were times when you loved study dates with Johnny, when he would bring a pizza over and sit on your bed as you sat doing revision at your desk, but there were also times when you hated them; he would still keep up the tradition of pizza and sitting on your bed, but he would constantly blow your phone up with memes. Just to see you smile, to see you laugh. 

With ‘Hollywood’ by Marina playing from your game console, you shook your head at the seemingly non-stop vibrations of your phone, causing you to turn to your boyfriend with a frown. 

“Johnny, I love you, but I’m sat right next to you, why are you sending me memes?” 

Johnny smiled, shrugging a little and relaxing against your stack of pillows, tossing his phone down beside his legs. “It’s been three hours, (y/n), don’t you think it’s time to take a break?” 

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair and staring at your laptop, asking yourself why endoparasites were so hard to revise. “I need to get this done, the exam’s on Monday, and I can’t risk failing.” 

Frowning at the words you did not speak, the anxiety that was evident in your eyes and in your tone, the nervousness and stress that he saw when your hands shook at the keyboard and the aggravated patches on your arms where you had been scratching; he stood up, getting off of your bed and choosing to stand beside you, his hands on your shoulders as he hummed. 

“You deserve a break, baby, you’re not gonna get anywhere if you keep stressing yourself out… come on, we’ll watch that thing you told me about on Netflix.” 

You yearned to join him, you really did, but when you saw how many more pages you had left to read and make notes on, you let out a defeated whine. “As much as I’d love that, I can’t… I got so much to do, and I can’t-” 

“Come on, you know you want to,” he pleaded. 

“Johnny…” you leaned into his touch and did your best to put temptation aside. 

“You’re taking a break,” Johnny growled, using that stern and dominant tone that he knew made your knees weak and your teeth bite your lip, reaching forward so he could close the laptop. “You can come back to it later, okay?” 

You nodded, clearing your throat and looking up at him with a slight lust in your eyes. “Okay.”