Tamlin : Who does she think she is?
That girl has tangled with the wrong man!
Lucien : Darn right.
Tamlin : No one says “no” to Tamlin!
Why, it’s more than I can bear.
Lucien : More wine?
Tamlin : What for? Nothing helps.
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Tamlin
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here’d love to be you, Tamlin
Even when taking your lumps
There’s no man in court as admired as you
You’re ev'ryone’s favorite guy
Ev'ryone’s awed and inspired by you
And it’s not very hard to see why
No one’s slick as Tamlin
No one’s quick as Tamlin
No one’s neck’s as incredibly thick as Tamlins’s
For there’s no man in Prythian half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!
You can ask any Tom, dick or Stanley
And they’ll tell you whose team they prefer to be on
No one’s been like Tamlin
A High Lord like Tamlin
No one’s got a swell cleft in his chin like Tamlin
Tamlin : As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!
Lucien and the whole spring court :
My what a guy, that Tamlin!
Give five “hurrahs!” Give twelve “hip-hips!”
Tamlin is the best
And the rest is all drips
No one fights like Tamlin
Douses lights like Tamlin
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Tamlin!
Ianthe : For there’s no one as burly and brawny
Tamlin : As you see I’ve got biceps to spare
Lucien : Not a bit of him’s scraggly or scrawny
Tamlin : That’s right!
And ev'ry last inch of me’s covered with hair
Spring Court :
No one hits like Tamlin
Matches wits like Tamlin
Lucien : In a spitting match nobody spits like Tamlin
Tamlin : I’m especially good at expectorating!
Spring court : Ten points for Tamlin!
Tamlin : When I was a lad
I ate four dozen eggs
Ev'ry morning to help me get large
And now that I’m grown
I eat five dozen eggs
So I’m roughly the size of a barge!
Spring court : Oh, ahhh, wow!
My what a guy, that Tamlin!
No one scratches like Tamlin
Makes those claws like Tamlin
Lucien : Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Tamlin
I know beauty and the best is old news for you guys but it just came out a few days ago here in Japan so PLEASE CONSIDER: Voltron AU where Lance is Belle, Keith is Beast, and Lotor is Gaston. I feel like Pidge would have to be Chip lol and Lefou would maybe be Varkon???? Coran for Lumiere, Hunk for Cogsworth. Allura for Mrs. Potts, mall cow as the horse, Hagar as the enchantress… what’s left for Shiro? The dad? The wardrobe?? Lol. He’d be cute as the priest who likes to read. Or he could just be like… all the villagers lol. All of them.
Small pec worship drabble heavily inspired by this because wow hello can I nap on those please?
“Still working at this hour?”
“Gabe …” Jack sighed warningly as
Gabriel appeared stealthily behind him – he pressed himself up against Jack’s
back in a warm, insistent move that was evidently meant to distract entirely. Gabriel’s
hips pushed forward to cradle against Jack’s ass, his broad torso flush against
his back as he spooned up against him.
Summary: After seeing you getting closer to another member, Jungkook decides that he needs to teach you a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself.
Word Count: 2.3k
Thank you to anon for the request!
The dorm was filled with chatter after the boys had finished their evening practice; the room mingled with sweat and loud voices. You threw your head back in laughter as Jimin cracked another joke, raising a hand to grab his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. He leaned forward to butt his head against your shoulder as he tried to suppress his own giggles. Jimin placed a hand on your waist as he straightened himself up, the last of his chuckles fading out.
“You know, Y/N, no one else will joke around with me like this, we ought to hang out more often.” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hands and swaying them side to side as you nodded your head in agreement. You opened your mouth to respond when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you and looked across the room to see Jungkook sitting on his own on the couch. He glanced back down at his phone as he caught your gaze. He briefly flickered his eyes back up to glare between you and Jimin as his mouth screwed into a grimace while nibbling at the inside of his cheek. You frowned at his scowling expression, wondering what had caused his anger-filled state. You watched as he even brushed off Taehyung’s attempt to start a conversation, pushing himself further into the corner of the couch as his eyes narrowed towards you. Excusing yourself from Jimin, you began to make your way over to where your boyfriend was sitting. Jungkook’s glower remained unfazed as you approached him and his hands balled into fists, clenching so tight that you could see his veins begin to appear. Upon reaching him, he stood up, towering over you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.
“Meet me in my room. Now.” He ordered; his warm breath washed over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. You cocked an eyebrow and turned to innocently stare up at him through your lashes. Without another word, he stormed towards the stairs, leaving you in confusion at his sudden anger. It wasn’t often that you saw Jungkook like this, so what could he possibly be so upset over? Not wanting to keep him waiting, you headed upstairs and stopped outside of Jungkook’s closed bedroom door. You knocked gingerly. When there was no answer, you cautiously turned the knob and stepped into the room where Jungkook had his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed heavily. You watched as he removed his jacket, leaving him in his sweat slicked t-shirt that hugged tightly against his brawny frame.
“Jungkook…” You pried carefully, afraid that you’d cause him to burst. He whipped around to face you; his jaw clenched as he advanced toward you until your back was pressed against the wall. You stared up at Jungkook exasperatedly as he lifted both of his hands to slam against the wall above you, cornering you against the surface. You felt a hot rush of blush rise in your cheeks as he towered above you. His tall form was intimidating as he stood over you, stepping closer to nearly crush himself against your small frame.
“Y/N, you’ve been getting far too friendly with Jimin lately.” He growled. You attempted to avert your gaze, but Jungkook immediately slid a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up into his darkened eyes.
“What are you talking about?” you spoke timidly, “He was making me laugh and-”
“You think I can’t see the way he gets close to you? Letting his hands graze your waist and holding your hands; it makes me furious to see someone else touch you.” He continued. You tensed as he brought one hand down to tightly grip your waist. “And the way that you’ve been allowing him to do so, even letting your own hands wander at times. No, this won’t do at all.”
“But-” You began but were cut off by Jungkook lowering himself close to you, until his face was mere centimeters from yours. His eyes, glistening with fire, bore into you as he breathed harshly through his nose.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself, Y/N.” He whispered, sending a chill up your spine. Your entire face burned a bright red as he got closer, his lips barely hovering over your own. The scent of him, his sweat mixed with his warm breath, swirled around you, making you feel intoxicated as you breathed it in. You shivered beneath him as each breath sent a dizzying wave through you.
“W-what?” You choked, blinking at him through your lashes as he towered above you. Without another word, Jungkook stepped back, suddenly letting out a low, conniving laugh, and made his way over to the bed where he sat down before lifting a finger to beckon you over. His previously furious expression wavered as a devilish grin now played at his lips. You slowly walked over, utterly confused by his behavior as he grabbed a hold of your hand.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N, and naughty girls like you need to be punished.” He spoke in a deep voice as he lifted a hand to caress your thigh. Pressing his fingers roughly into your skin, his eyes roamed over you, scanning your entire body as he chewed on his bottom lip. Your breathing hitched as his cool fingers trailed further upward, disappearing underneath of your skirt and toying with the fabric of your panties.
“This ass,” he began, “is only for me. Is that understood?” Jungkook leaned forward to grip your jaw with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His other hand gripped your ass tightly, digging his fingers into the plush skin over the fabric of your panties. You gulped and nodded silently before he sloppily crushed his lips against yours, keeping a tight hold on your jaw as his tongue granted itself access and began to roam your mouth. Your lips smacked as he pulled back from you, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared up at you. Despite being unsure of Jungkook’s intentions, his intimidating actions were somehow managing to send a thrilling rush through you.
“Bend over,” Jungkook commanded, gesturing to his knees.
“I said bend over.” He said with a rising sternness in his tone when you failed to move. Jungkook placed a hand to your back, forcing you to lean over his knees. “Do you see how disobedient you’re being? You need to be disciplined.” He growled into your ear as his fingers disappeared underneath of your skirt once more. This time, they hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly tugged them downward until they pooled around your ankles.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You whined but were immediately quieted by his hand cupping over your mouth. Without warning, you heard a swish of air as his other hand lifted up and came back to crack down firmly on your ass. Jungkook rubbed your stinging flesh as you let out a cry muffled by his hand.
“I want you to count how many times I spank you. Outloud, is that understood?” He demanded as you trembled and nodded silently before he removed his hand. Despite being a bit frightened by his tone, you couldn’t help but feel a pool of fire developing in your abdomen and a slight heat between your legs. You couldn’t deny that you were finding his dominance thrilling when his hand cracked down another time, causing you to yelp once more.
“One!” You cried out, your voice echoed throughout the room as you immediately received another sharp slap which caused to you to screw your eyes shut.
“Not so loud, kitten. You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” He cooed, leaning down to nibble your earlobe as he soothed your burning skin. “Now try again, quieter.” He whispered before lifting his hand once more. Spank.
“Two,” you whimpered. Spank.
“Four,” you continued to count smack after smack as your skin blazed and reddened from Jungkook’s hand until the area began to feel numb. With each spank becoming more forceful, you felt the heat between your legs increase until your thighs were dripping with wetness. Jungkook’s sudden dominance sent a wave of pleasure through you with each grunt he emitted as he cracked down on your ass, smoothing it out with his rough hands after each one.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.
“You.” you managed to splutter out in between gasps.
“That’s right,” he growled, “only me.” This time, he brought his hand down to spank you three more times, rapidly without pausing in between to allow the stinging sensation to settle in. Your skin felt like it was afire and you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure. You tried to bite back a moan, failing miserably as you squirmed over Jungkook’s knees and let out a loud groan.
“Are you enjoying this? Do you like it when I spank you?” He purred as you swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak as you quaked from the fiery mix of pain and pleasure. By now your legs were practically soaked and you bucked your hips upwards, pleading for Jungkook to stop.
“You’re such a naughty girl, getting pleasure out of punishment. Look at how wet this is making you.” He laughed darkly as his fingers trailed towards your slicked thighs. You also took notice that you weren’t the only one who was finding pleasure in the situation as you felt the growing bump in Jungkook’s jeans poke against your abdomen. You felt his finger dip between your thighs, ghosting over your slit as you swished your hips towards him, begging for his fingers to fill you up.
“Don’t be too eager now.” You received another harsh spank, causing you to mewl softly as he began to glide his fingers along your slit. “Naughty girls like you don’t always get what they want. If you want these fingers inside of you, you’ll have to beg for it.”
“P-please Jungkook,” you keened, “I want it so bad.” Finally, he gave in and you gasped as he dipped one finger inside of you, slowly stretching you out. Your walls clenched around him as he added another finger, falling to a rhythm as he pumped his digits in and out of you. The feeling sent you into bliss as you lifted your hips up towards him, begging for more as he quickened his pace. Your moans echoed throughout the room which was now felt heavy with the scent of your sex. Jungkook’s fingers swirled around inside of you, curving at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back and your entire body pulse with pleasure.
“Jungkook, I’m-” You began, unable to finish your sentence; your vision became starry as the sounds in the room faded into white noise. You clenched around Jungkook’s fingers as you burst into your orgasm, covering them with your heat as you squirmed about over his knees. You went limp as you came down from your high; Jungkook removed his fingers from you and placed both hands on your shoulders, hurriedly pushing you off of his lap.
“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He groaned as he immediately stood up and began to fumble with his belt. You rose to your knees as he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and released his erection from his boxer briefs. Jungkook languidly stroked his cock before you reached up to wrap your hand around it followed by your mouth closing around the tip.
“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck my cock just like that.” Your eyes fluttered up to look at Jungkook who had had his head thrown back as a throaty groan emitted from his slightly parted lips. Your tongue swirled around his member as you bobbed your swollen lips along his length. After a moment, Jungkook impatiently reached down to grab a fist full of your hair in each hand. He began snapping his hips forward; thrusting into your mouth as he fell into an impossibly fast rhythm.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He breathed as he fucked your open mouth, your lips now darkened with saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook pulled his cock out of your mouth before his hand flew downward, hastily pumping it through his fist. He kept one hand in your hair, tilting your head upward as he approached his climax. At once, his breathing hitched before he let out a prolonged groan that bounced off the walls of the room as he released onto your face. Jungkook breathed heavily, slowing his strokes as he finished himself off before bending down to cup your face with his hands.
“You know to suck me just right, baby.” He said, still catching his breath as he lifted you to stand up. You winced as you rose up; your bottom sent a scorching sensation through you with every movement. Jungkook noticed your struggling and leaned around you to admire his work on your ass, tenderly placing a hand on the still reddened flesh.
“Well, I expect that you’ve learned your lesson about being a naughty girl?” He asked smirking as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. You nodded as he pressed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your still swollen lips. “And will you misbehave like this again?”
You shook your head vigorously, promising to obey him.
“Good girl,” he grinned, squeezing your ass once more and making you wince quietly, “otherwise, you know what’s in store for you should you decide that you need to be disciplined again.”
Pairing: Bucky x Reader &Steve x Reader Characters: Female Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sharon Carter, Phil Coulson Summary: Political AU/ Lawyer AU - Steve Rogers is the President of the United States - inspired by Shonda Rhimes’ Scandal Rating: Mature Word Count: 3,678 Warnings: Language, Mentions of cheating
“We just had our asses served.” An exasperated voice strikes through the air, coming to a lengthy, irritated sight. “They were served to us on a damn silver platter.” The owner of the agitated voice purses her lips and shakes her blonde head of hair is disapproval. “Ohio, Steve. Fucking Ohio. You lost goddamn Ohio. You’re practically giving away your presidency to Rhodes.”
“No, Steve.” Her words cut through the air. “There’s not a single thing in my life that I haven’t given up for you. I’ve jeopardized my career for you. I’ve had a child for you. I’ve done anything and everything for you just so you could be the goddamn president! If you told me when I first met you twelve years ago that this is where our lives would be, I would’ve backed out when I still had the chance.”
“Sharon, I didn’t ask for any for-”
“And what do I get? After everything I’ve done, what do I get? Hatred and resentment. My own husband’s resentment towards me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want this just as much as I do.”
“At least I’m wanting to go into the house with the ideals of change and freedom for this country, you’re just wanting to-’
“Steve,” The tired voice of Phil Coulson, who had been standing off to the side of the small office since this fight had started nearly twenty minutes ago, interrupts. “Sharon, we have to be level headed here. This is just the beginning. We have to stay calm.”
“I’m past calm, Phil. Way past calm.” Sharon’s thin brows knit in a frown as her eyes flash Steve an unrelenting stare of distrust. “I’m starting to think this is a dead marriage. What are we even doing?” With that, the blonde woman strides across the small office, smoothing down the blue chiffon of her dress and the flyways of her hair, attempting to appear as if she hadn’t been fighting with her husband for the past twenty minutes.
In honour of International Women’s Day, as well as Women’s History Month, the paper towel company Brawny started the video campaign #StrengthHasNoGender. The brand swapped its iconic male Brawny male mascot with four women from traditionally male dominated professions – jobs in the fields of science, technology, engineering and mathematics. The women include Linda Alvarado, Swin Cash, Dr. Valerie Montgomery Rice, and Maureen Stoecklein. For the entire month of March, paper towels with images of these women will be available for purchase in Walmart stores. Brawny is trying to break down traditional stereotypes and barriers, while also empowering women and promoting female leadership and accomplishment. Brawny will also be donating $75,000 to the organization Girls Inc.
One course concept that can be applied to the #StrengthHasNoGender campaign is social construction. Social construction is an understanding of the world and individuals based on constructions of reality - socially, rather than biologically. This theory focuses on the social, rather than biological constructions that occur in society. This theory is applicable to this campaign because the ideas and assumptions people make in regards to women are constructed through social norms, rather than biological ones. For centuries, there have been underlying assumptions that women should work in professions specifically for them – nursing, teaching, administrative, etc. Men on the other hand have been known to work in jobs related to construction, auto mechanics, forestry, etc. This campaign specifically seeks to break down social constructions that have resulted over the course of history in regards to women. It puts the spotlight on women who are not afraid to overcome adversity, and also highlights the personal, social, economic, and cultural achievements of these women. It shows that women are courageous and strong regardless of gender stereotypes that might indicate otherwise.
A/N: “Could you write about Hades!Harry??xx” I’ve never written anything like this before but i was so excited to step out of my comfort zone. I got a bit carried away so there will be a Part 2. Enjoy!
Y/n didn’t find herself in scary situations that often. Her days consisted of tending to the crops, making sure her younger siblings are fed three times a day, and treading the two hour journey to the nearest market to sell anything she possibly could for extra cash. Her routine had been this way since her parents were killed out at sea a year ago. That’s all she knows; no major details or even a chance to bid them farewell.
They left, one morning, with the intention to trade goods with villagers that resided a couple hundred miles east of the Atlantic. They promised her and her two younger brothers that they would return in a month’s time. Unfortunately, the day after they departed, Y/n received a knock at the door and an unsealed letter with no return address stating that her Mother and Father had died.
“Ship caught fire. There were no survivors, sorry for you loss”
Y/n had been only seventeen at the time, but her wisdom was well beyond her years. It was that very wisdom that allowed her to take charge of the household and become the new guardian for her brothers.
She wouldn’t call the death of her Parents ‘scary’. Incredibly tragic? Yes. But she had been raised to take on challenges when they’re thrown at her.
The girl always stood by that, even when she found herself being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by two dark figures. She kicked, flailed and scratched every chance she got. There was no way they would take her without a fight. The brawny black figures had managed to pin her down to the bed and tie her hands behind her back with chains. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face as they picked her up and made their way towards the door. She began to wonder how she had not heard them break the door down.
'God I’m so stupid’ she thought to herself, though she knew very well that even if she had heard them break into the cottage, she would’ve ended up in the very same position.
Just before they carried her passed the boys’ room, she was able to peek in and see that they were staring back at her in sheer terror. Her heart broke. She was helpless and she knew they felt the same. It was obvious that whoever these people were, didn’t take an interest in the children and that was the only bright side she could find in this predicament.
They throw her in the back of a horse-pulled carriage, one of the men stayed in the back to make sure she didn’t escape somehow. The floor of the carriage was covered in dirt and hay, the walls of it were just high enough to hide her from anyone passing by.
The man beside her, who she could now see was wearing all black armor, proceeded to tie a cloth of some sort across her mouth to prevent any screaming.
He left her nose exposed, which gave her the idea that they wanted her alive for some reason.
Numerous hours later
The sun began to rise and she regained consciousness. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she couldn’t blame herself, she’s human. The carriage came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to hit the top of her head on the wooden barrier. “mmh!” She groaned in pain; the man that had sat with her the entire night, flashed her an unapologetic smile. A few seconds later she was being lifted once again and pulled out of the cart.
She took this opportunity to look around and try to figure out where the hell they had taken her.
It was like nothing she’d ever seen.
Before her, stood a castle, bathed in charcoal colored bricks and dressed with Gargoyles at the large, Redwood double-doors. Her feet were still bare and she couldn’t help but wince every time she stepped on a pebble. The armor clad men showed no remorse as they pushed and pulled her every which way. The doors opened slowly, almost as if the structure itself had been expecting her.
Once inside, her feet were brought relief by the cold marble flooring in the corridor; her eyes darting across the room. She spied million dollar paintings, two grand stair cases, and several stone pillars that kept the manor standing. It was hard to miss the other knight-like men who were posted at just about every corner. Without a moment to think she was, yet again, being guided rather roughly to a location that remained unknown to her. She gave up fighting a long time ago, figuring that if she kept her sanity in tact, she may be able to think up a way to save herself or find someone who can.
They dragged her up the set of stairs to the left, and through a massive hallway. The walls in this particular area were made, not of wood or stone, but of skulls. Hundreds, possibly thousands of skulls, bound together to form a wall. She wondered how they did it, and if those people had been killed for that dumb reason. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if her head would be an addition to the foyer. After examining the enclosure, she decided to look straight ahead.
There at the end of the hallway, was another set of cherry colored doors. one door was slightly ajar and it allowed her to peek inside, the same way she did as she passed the room of her brothers not so long ago. She saw what looked to be a bed, a big one; garmented in a duvet the color of blood.
They dropped her, upon their arrival to the room. They finally removed the chains from her arms as well as the cloth from her mouth. She fell to the floor, her arms covered in bruises and welts. She turned to face the men and opened her mouth to demand answers but was cut off off by the sound of another. A deep, raspy voice; coming from somewhere in the spacious room.
“So glad you could make it”
She turned back to face the front, eyes locking with a man. He was tall and fit. He was someone she had seen before, she just couldn’t put her finger on where. “do i- hmm” she started but had stop and clear her throat, it had been hours since she had some water. “do i know you?” she asked, sheepishly. Something about his presence intimidated her.
“Yes and no” he smirked. He sauntered over to where she was sitting on the ground, rubbing at her sore arms. He crouched down to her level “you’ve probably seen me in an old carving or something of the sort” he ran his index finger across her jaw. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
‘i’m Harry. Although, if we’re being cordial I should give you my real name” he sighed. “Hades, lord of the underworld”. He studied the blank expression she was giving him.
“I mean I added that bit about the underworld. Has a nice ring to it” he stated She still said nothing. “I’m not fond of it either, that’s why I make people call me Harry” he smiled before standing. She stared up at him, swallowing what moisture she had left in her dry mouth.
“oooh don’t look at me like that” he chuckled. biting his bottom lip.
She clears her throat again “Why am I here?” her voice is smaller than its ever been. Part of her hoped he didn’t hear, afraid of how he would react. “Well, doll” He breathed. “I’ve been lonely for quite some time now. I used to have a lovely wife but….let’s just say….I let my temper get the best of me one evening” he snickered. She heard the men behind her stifle their laughter as well.
“Anyways, i want another but I have standards. I’m five thousand years old, i’m not getting any younger and I know what you’re going to say ‘Harry you don’t look a day over twenty-three!’” he shrilled in a high pitched nasally voice.
“I wasn’t going to say any-”
“Shh! I haven’t finished my monologue” he interjects. She, boldly, rolled her eyes.
“Long story short, you’re a smart, headstrong, young woman. I started watching you after your parents died…sorry about that by the way it wasn’t my intention” he confessed. Her eyes widened but she was frozen in shock by what she had just heard. She waited for him to explain what he meant by that.
“I had gotten in a fight with Poseidon and it got a little out of hand I really am sorry, darling” his voice was filled with atonement. He looked back to her, searching for any sign of forgiveness. Even though was was the god of all things bad, he still possessed somewhat of a heart. She nodded, sensing a little bit of guilt in his words.
“What i’m trying to say here is, You’re my new Wife!” he declared.
Looks like it's back to the men's room dude. Thanks President Trump.
I’m so curious to know, how does it feel to be so vacuously uninformed and short sighted?
First of all, he only rolled back federal guidance on the issue. No law has changed. Thankfully, the legality is still squarely in the hands of the court system. Don’t get me wrong, though, Trump is a promise breaking, small minded, narcissistic, dumpster fire of a human being and it was wrong of him to even roll back the guidance, especially since he only did it to pander to the bigots in the religious right.
Second, this only applies to students in public education. So even if it was law which, again, it isn’t, it wouldn’t apply to me.
So congratulations, moron, your lame attempt to spit hate at me only managed to highlight your own stupidity. Feel good now?
But let’s pretend, just for a moment, that you weren’t an abject failure, and that this did affect me and I was legally supposed to start using the men’s room. Let’s play out a couple scenarios. I’m confident you’ll quickly see why this policy is so poorly thought out.
1. I could flagrantly break the law, continue using the women’s restroom, and no one would know the difference. Yes, in countless many cases, the law would be completely ineffective and unenforceable. Sure, you could keep the trans women who don’t enjoy ‘passing’ privilege out, but tons of us would still be in those bathrooms every day. So, congratulations, you’ve accomplished very little. Never mind the fact that we’re not hurting anyone or putting kids in any danger. It’s an empty claim, a solution to a problem that doesn’t exist, and it’s a highly ineffective ‘solution’ at that.
2. I probably wouldn’t choose to break the law, simply because that would be so very much worse for people like you. Let me illuminate your painfully dark existence… If trans women like me started using the men’s room and brawny, bearded trans men started using the women’s room, it’s actually going to create problems where none previously existed. Women will be freaking out at the trans men in their restrooms. Men will be completely uncomfortable having pretty women that they find sexually attractive in the place where they have to have a bowel movement (not to mention that they’ll know we were born with a penis, which will totally wreck their fragile male egos). Before you know it, trans men and women will be getting attacked in restrooms all over the country. The law that was passed to protect people in the bathroom (when no one was in any danger and no trans people were attacking any women or kids) will have caused many, many attacks to occur, and trans people will clearly be the victims. Public sympathy will swing in our favor so fast it’ll snap all support for this or any other anti transgender legislation out there. Would I be willing to take a beating for that? You fucking bet I would (and you had better believe that anyone who tries to attack me isn’t going to walk away unscathed because I’ll fight back with every ounce of strength in my body).
So please, laugh it up, you shallow fool. Enjoy your tiny ‘victory’ delivered to you by your reality TV ratings driven president and his bigoted attorney general. At best, it’s temporary and at worst, should your team manage to land a few more similar wins, it’ll ultimately bring the downfall of your whole agenda. Your move…
I should probably take a moment to mention that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity you’ve given me to write about this, and that you’ve put a smile on my face and the spring of being on the right side of history in my step. I bet the same can’t be said for you right about now and, if that’s the case, you might want to take a hard look at the cost/benefit ratio of being needlessly hateful.
Overwatch Theory: Doomfist is still the new/next character in the lineup. It’s a massive, hulking suit (perhaps a cross between D.Va’s mech and Reinhardt’s armor?) that doesn’t let you see who is inside the suit. Terry Crews voices the suit, and Doomfist scares the living shit out of people. It sounds brawny, manly, and like a force to be reckoned with. If you’re in a fight with Doomfist, you better believe your ass is getting kicked.
However, Doomfist seems to be fighting for the good guys? Every tussle Doomfist gets into, it’s for the greater good. Overwatch, Talon, and everyone else in the OW universe is puzzled by what is going on, especially since Doomfist used to be a bad guy.
Somehow, someone (probably from Overwatch) catches the suit open and it’s revealed that little Efi is inside, trying to fight crime using her intelligence and the suit she built with all of her grant money. (Only bad thing she did was steal Doomfist’s gauntlet, but her suit wouldn’t be complete without it so a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.)