(Let me be clear I am likely to come across as defensive of taz in this)
Here’s the primary source of the controversy. Originally, preview images of the comic adaptation of the adventure zone showed it was going to portray all three main characters as white. New preview pages of the comic with revised designs were released today. (For the record, I am not 100% sure how much the Mcelroys are actually involved in the comic making process?)
So now we have; one pale skinned character, one dark skinned character and one character with non-human skin color. The brothers have made it clear that these design are not canon and there are no “canon” appearances for the characters (If you feel like that is also a bit of a cop out, thats fair tbh). A lot of people were unhappy for several reasons.
- There still could be more poc representation.
- “We wanted dark skinned Taako and you give us blue??? wtf is this??” (Again, I can see why people read this as a lame cop out)
- Some people feel really strongly that Taako needs to be canonically Latinx because of the running gag of his name sounding like taco which has grown into him having some connection to inventing tacos. (Griffin has discussed his anxiety about this, and I think he is in a lose-lose situation. Having Latinx characters named taco and chalupa would probably create even more backlash)
- A lot of people have decided that giving Taako blue/green skin makes the design anti-semitic. (It takes some deep ass digging to figure out why green skin is antisemitic? But apparently the green skin+long nose+pointy hat look came from anti semitic stereotypes back in ye olde europe)
And then there are a couple things from the newest episode.
-There is a long-ish romantic scene were Barry Bluejeans and Lup become an official romantic pair. Some people aren’t happy about a straight relationship getting a lot of time, or think that the lgbtq relationships in the show didnt get a comparable amount of time. (For the record, Lup is a trans woman so Blupjeans is straight, but arguably still lgbtq representation)
-At one point Justin does a bit where Taako is reciting inspirational quotes from famous people and attributing them to himself. During this, Coco Chanel gets quoted and some people are pissed on account of Coco Chanel being a MEGA-Problematic person in a number of ways. (I am anticipating that Justin will figured out he goofed and publicly apologize bout that)
IDK what I am even going on about tho… I think for me the bottom line is its totally okay to be disappointed about some of this stuff. BUT there has been a lot of black and white “if the Mcelboys arent saints then they must be VILLIANS” stuff going around and??? Yeah they have made mistakes out of ignorance but have always shown a desire and willingness to take criticism and improve themselves. I mean, maybe they only act like they care about representation for the sake of pleasing there primary audience. But if someone seems to be trying as hard as Griffin is to do right by minority groups, I really think we should try to maintain our civility when they mess up and give them a chance to improve themselves.
But hey, then again, I could just be cutting them too much slack cause I enjoy TAZ. That not implausible.
I’m just imagining Campbell turning up and finding everything out and getting annoyed at Daniel for trying to murder his campers
Max: You mean you actually give a shit about us? Campbell: Of course I do, Timothy! Max: Wh Campbell: After all, this camp is the best tax dodge I’ve ever thought of! If the kids start dying at noticeable rates, it could get shut down! Max: …. Max: I’m not sure which part of that I should start with.
In which Jughead gets in a fight with the gang and makes an unusual friend in his exile. Out of everyone in Riverdale, he should know that appearances are not always what they seem.
“The Riverdale School Library will close in fifteen minutes. Thank you.”
It had been three days since The Incident. Jughead hadn’t spoken to his former best friends (which will hitherto be referred to as Defendants 1, 2, and 3 as he could not think their names without gagging). During the hours when Jughead wasn’t crammed into the uncomfortably close classrooms or attic bedrooms with the three defendants, he found his solitude in the library. The drive-in would have been much preferred, but that was a paradise of time’s past. Very past.
“Come on now, what is it?“
Jughead looked up from a checked-out textbook about film theory to the girl sitting across the table. For three days Jughead has sat at one of the only not-gummed up tables in the whole library. For three days this girl sat across from him, her own book in hand. For three days, they haven’t said a word to each other.
Tyler lost a bet to his boyfriend Josh and now he has to sub for a week. Pairings: Sub!Tyler Joseph × Dom!Josh Dun Warnings: v kinky gay sex, slight mention of a daddy kink, implied facetime sex, light bondage, edging, small bit of temp. play with some ice, unprotected sex, ball gags, blindfolds, you name it really. Word Count: 5.4k
x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson,
let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a
slow buuuurn. TRIGGER WARNINGS (CHAPTER
6): Attempted sexual assault, talks of past sexual assault/rape, violence,
swearing, almost smut, angst Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s
rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole
too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of
knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But
when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be
possible? Word Count: 3K+ Chapter Summary: You and Bucky spend the
holidays with your family and he discovers something horrific about you and the
only thing on his mind is getting out of there. A/N: Chapter 7A coming soon! If I missed any trigger warnings, please let
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I’m sorry but I fucking hate Maria and Mike Kanellis. And not because they’re heels but because everything about them is cringe and gag worthy and awful. Like can we not have them be a thing? Take them back to the black pit they came from.
Is there going to be a continuation of mine?,
The imagine Mine was amazing !!!😍would it be a part 2?
Can I have a Mine Peter Pan part 2,
I know request are closed for right now but I was thinking r u making a pt 2 for your latest inagine Mine?!,
Could you maybe do a part two to “mine”??? It’s such an interesting concept!! 😃 ,
So will there be a continuation to the imagine, Mine?
Warnings: SMUTTY, swearing, dirty talk
The sound of that loud door echoed around the room, violently waking me up from my deep sleep. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep. Must have been from all that aggressive pulling of the chains and my screaming for help…it can really take a lot out of a girl. My body hurt way worse than it did before; my wrists and feet burning from the tight shackles, and the bruising on my thighs getting worse and worse; even my tears would no longer come out.
“Get up.” He growled, grabbing my hair and yanking me up to my feet. I groaned, biting my lip to lessen the pain a little. “I am so sick of the disrespect and the uncooperative attitude.” He pushed me into the wall, his eyes dark and unreadable. They showed no more light, just hatred and venom. That only sent a chill down my spine.
“P-Please…let me go-”
“No! You aren’t going anywhere. And I am done with playing nice, sweetheart. Tonight, your demons come out and they stay out. Permanently.” With a wave of his hand he unlocked the shackles from limbs, picking me up and cradling me like a baby.
“Where are we going..?” I weakly asked, my body suddenly growing tired. My eyelids became heavy, my thoughts slurring, everything around me getting darker than before.
My eyes shot open, my body jolting upward as my breathing was rapid and choppy. I looked around me, my surroundings different than I remember. I’m no longer in that dark cell, but now I seemed to be…in a room. A well lit room, that was…warm and comforting. Like I belonged in this room. I noticed that I was sitting on a bed, looking at my now clean attire and well groomed…everything.
It was as if my whole being was cleaned to perfection. Like all of before never happened. But, these clothes that I had on seemed too…revealing to be my clothes. My hair was pulled away from my face, the bruising on my hands and ankles were gone. The marks and scratches on my thighs and hips? Gone. Sitting up a little more straighter, I took a look around. Where am I?
It echoed in my head, sudden realization hitting me. I was in his tent. But why, is the real question. I don’t have a very clear memory on what he was talking about before I passed out, but the only thing I could remember was that he was angry.
Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Looking over in the direction, I saw that it was a wardrobe of some sort. I stood to walk over to it slowly and cautiously, only to fall forward onto my face, an alarmed squeak escaping my mouth.
“What the..?” I groaned, looking down at my feet. I’m in heels. Perfect.
Shaking my head, I struggled to pull myself back to stand, but succeeded no less. Carefully making my way over to the large wardrobe, I finally made it to the two large doors of it. Examining it closely, I saw that it held no locks, no chains, nothing. It seemed to be just an ordinary wardrobe. But my mind told me otherwise, something inside of me told me to open it and find out what was inside.
Gulping down nothing but dry air, my shaking hands reach up toward the handles. Tugging on them, they creaked ever so slightly as the magnetic latch that held them together let them go, the first door swinging open slowly. I reach to pull it open, but immediately regret it afterwards. Upon shelves and latched onto the sides of the door were…things. Handcuffs, gags, whips, blindfolds, you name it…it’s there. I gasped loudly, backing up too quickly to where I tripped over my own feet and fell right on my ass. The sound of someone entering the tent could be heard, as my head snapped in the direction of the noise.
“Well, I see that curiosity indeed killed the cat.” He grinned, with a wave of his hand it became slightly dim in the room, nothing but candles lighting the way. Pan trudged over, his smirk shining on his face as he stared within the depths of the wardrobe, rubbing his hands together. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I was at loss for words, my breathing returning to its rapid state as my heart beats a million miles an hour. “What the hell is this for?”
The next words he spoke made my blood run cold. “For you, darling.”
I looked up at him quickly, my mouth open in shock. Shaking my head at him, I crawl away as fast as I could, only he was much faster. Once he grabbed a hold of my forearms, he pulled me to my feet. I struggled against him, but all he did was chuckle at my attempt…like the first time.
“Let go of me! There is no way in hell I am doing ANYTHING with you, you bastard! Let me-AH!” I was strongly tossed backward. Lucky for me, his aim was toward the bed as I landed with a thud, the soft mattress welcoming my sore backside.
“You know…I’m done with this negative attitude of yours, Y/n. When I first met you, you were more fun.” He chuckles darkly to himself, making his way over to the now fully open wardrobe.
“We’ve never met before! You kidnapped me!” I spat, sitting up only to be pushed back down by an unseen force, the wind practically being knocked out of me.
“Well not you. But, the real you.” He replied while pulling out handcuffs, along with what seemed to be a blindfold. “The you that you are hiding away. And tonight, we are going to bring her back. The real you that’s keeping you alive, the real you that made me get rid of Wendy…the real you…that I fell in love with.” Once he got what he needed, he shut the wardrobe, the sound of him walking toward me was now the only thing in the tent.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick game you think this is, but let me tell you this. You will get nothing from me, not a damn thing, you hear me? I will not go down without a fight!” I struggled against nothing, the force pushing me even further into the bed, my will to breathe becoming slim.
His laugh filled the air, dimming the candle light even more to where it was almost dark. “A game? I like games, how about we play one right now actually.”
He was now at the foot of the bed, his cold hands gripped onto my waist, twisting me around to where I was now laying on my stomach. They traveled from my waist down to my hips, and straight to my ass. “How bout a game called… ‘How Many Spankings Does it Take?’”
A loud crack filled the room, my eyes bulging out of my head as a tingling pain arose on my backside. Did he just…?
This time I cried out in shock, tears prickling my eyes as the tingling pain became even worse. “W-What are you doing?!”
“Oh, come on, darling. That was only two, I know you can take more than that,” He massaged the flesh for only a second, then landed another one harder than the first two. A cry fell from my lips as tears slowly cascade down my face. “Now, I want you to count as I do this. If you refuse…well, let’s just say you’re not gonna want to refuse. Understand?”
“G-Go to hell…” I cried, only to be smacked once again; I bit my lip hard, trying to keep the screams in.
“Understand?” He growled, pulling me further down the bed. I whimpered, nodding my head this time. “Use your words, love.”
“Yes..” I whispered, getting smacked once more, a miniature scream escaping my mouth before I could stop it. “Yes m-master..!”
“Good girl,” He cooed, rubbing the burning flesh, letting me catch my breath. “How many was that so far?”
He hummed in satisfaction, landing five more to my possibly red, and sore backside. Once he finished, I inhaled a deep breath, relieved that it was over. Or so I thought.
He flipped me over right on my back, I hissed at the cool feeling of the sheets on his bed pressing against the irritated skin. I could see the evil glint in his eyes, his maleficent grin as he stared down at me like I was a piece of meat. But, also…he stared at me with something else. Something I can’t really read at the moment.
“I see you’re starting to get angry, love. I can see it in your eyes,” He caressed my left cheek, tracing my cheekbone, straight down to my jaw. “Let it out, Y/n…you’ll feel much better once you do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You know you love this,” He taunted, his hands moving up and down my sides until he stopped at the waistband of my underwear-bottoms, slowly pulling them downward. When he fully got them off, a small gasp I released. The cool breeze that passed my lower region was surprising and unpredictable. Pan took one of his fingers and swiped at the area, making me clench my legs together in embarrassment. “Just look at that, sweetheart.”
I drew my attention to his now glistening finger, my face burning in shame that my body was reacting to this at all. I closed my eyes the second I saw him place that digit in his mouth, practically moaning at the taste.
“You taste marvelous, my sweet Y/n,” He roughly pulled my legs open again, a whine at the stretch of my legs he mistook for impatience. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you.” He snapped his fingers. And the next thing I knew, my hands were bound together above my head.
“S-Stop, please…” I whimpered out, tears threatening to fall, only for him to lean in close and kiss my temple. I cringe at the contact, trying to wiggle out of the cuffs, but it was no use. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading to him one last time before everything went dark. He blindfolded me.
There were no words exchanged, no warnings given. What happened next caught me completely off guard. That same finger he used before traced the outside parts of my heat, my lower half squirming at the sudden feeling. It inched closer and closer to that one spot of nerves, barely touching it but enough pressure to get a reaction from me. I moaned softly, biting my lip after the sound escaped to stop myself from doing it again. But, of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy.
He started out with slow circles to the nub, I could feel his eyes watching me intensely as his other hand roamed my upper body, groping at one of my breasts. Out of nowhere, his hand sped up, my response was too noticeable to cover up or pretend didn’t happen, and he knew it. I tried with all my might not to give him the satisfaction that I was enjoying this, trying to picture Henry in his place, only for Pan’s face to return to my mind; The hand that was groping my breast left for a moment to remove the blindfold, making eye contact with him again.
“Ah, there she is. She’s slowly coming out, but not yet strong enough to take over. We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?” Moving the finger away from my jewel, he road down my slit before entering that single digit inside of me, thrusting it at a quick pace.
I choked on a moan, keeping my mouth closed. That only seemed to aggravate him more as he added another one inside of me, this time going harder and much deeper.
“Fuck!” I let out accidentally, biting my lip so hard to the point where I started drawing blood. Seeing the crimson liquid, he leaned in quickly to collect it himself. Our lips mushed together perfectly, might I say. Though it was sort of rough and hungry…it still felt nice.
Once he pulled away, he stared deeply into my eyes, the intense gaze hard to break away from as my euphoria was close to being reached at the pace his fingers were going. “I feel it, love…you’re so close, aren’t you? About to come just from my fingers..you like this, don’t you?” He slowed down just a tad, a slight smirk forming on his as I mewled in protest. “Answer me, babygirl.”
I shook my head, refusing to give in so easily. With slight falter in his smirk, he pulled his fingers out slowly to the tip, leaving them there. “Still stubborn, I see. Not for long.” He shoved them right back in, hitting the one spot perfectly, a high pitched moan escaping my mouth in appreciation. Not slowing down, he leaned his head downward to face my center, his warm breath fanning over me. I gasped loudly at his next action, as his tongue decided to play along as well.
The muscle swirled over the bud in short, quick circles, stopping a few times to flick over it at a rapid pace, sending my toes to curl. His fingers never faltered, still keeping a harsh speed, his tongue following the same path.
Pan slowed to a stop on for a moment once he felt that was close again, looking up at me with a sadistic look in his eyes. “Speak, baby…tell me how good it feels…” He purred, curling them upward, hitting that spot over and over again. I whined at the slow pace, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head as he kept hitting that same spot, driving me crazy. But, I held my ground.
Sighing loudly, he stopped, pulling the fingers out without hesitation. I whimpered at the loss of contact again, something inside of me cursing at me to stop being this way, to just give in.
He lifted the fingers to my mouth, tapping them gently onto my lips. “Come on, open up, Y/n. Just one little taste.” He taunted, but I refused again by clamping my mouth shut. Rolling his eyes, he reached up with his other hand to plug my nose.
Holding my breath in for only a moment, I opened my mouth to inhale, giving him the opportunity to stick them into my mouth. The sudden taste kind of grossed me out for a second, I was tasting myself for God’s sake. But, the bitter taste started to swirl in my mouth, and suddenly became…sweeter. Confusion was evident on my face, and Pan’s chuckle told me that he saw.
“Taste familiar?” He pulled the fingers out, wiping them on the bed. I didn’t answer as more and more things didn’t make sense. Suddenly, he pulled me up to where I was sitting and facing him. Backing up a bit, he discarded his shirt, my mouth dropping ever so slightly at the sight before me. He had a nice built. Not too bulky and not too skinny…just the sight alone started to make my mouth water…what the fuck is happening?
Without warning, he went for his trousers, pulling them downward until they pooled at his ankles. My breath nearly caught in my throat, as I quickly turned my head to avoid his bare…well…everything. With a slight chuckle, he walked closer to me, taking my chin and directing my attention back on him. With every ounce of willpower I had, I kept my eyes closed. This was wrong…this was so wrong.
“Love, open your eyes,” He roughly shook me, my eyes snapping open instantly. “Look at me. All of me.” He stood up straight, making sure that my eyes stayed open. I couldn’t close them anyway. I suddenly didn’t want to.
My eyes traveled up and down his tall figure, taking in all of what he offered. His member stood as tall as him, the size intimidating enough to set a blaze to my lower region. My rejection of release from before still lingered inside of me, begging to be satisfied. My breathing became heavier than usual, my mind filling with such vulgar things I want to do him, and him to me. Things I’ve never thought to do with anyone. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, he moved back over to me, making me stand to my feet.
“Off.” He instructed, gesturing to my top half. He waved one hand, freeing mine from their binds. I rubbed at my wrists for a minute, nodding my head that I understood. There was no fighting it anymore. I needed him. I needed him now.
I unfasten the hook of the top, the straps slowly sliding off my shoulders, and finally down to the floor. I heard a groan come deep from his throat, as his hands came up to touch all over me, stopping at my hips. “ You’re so beautiful. Now, be a good girl and lay on the bed for me.”
“Yes, master.” I said through gritted teeth, becoming more and more annoyed that I wasn’t given release yet. He saw that I was getting frustrated, and he loved every bit of it.
Once I was laying on the bed, I was given no time to prepare for what happened next. He pounced on me, pinning my arms down and resting himself in between my legs. I felt him poking me, his warm flesh sending delicious chills through my body, making my head spin.
“You’ve not said a word, my love. How do you want me?” He shifted his hips up and down, rubbing himself onto me, coating his member in my arousal. The tip only played with my entrance, barely going in multiple times, just to tease me.
Becoming more and more irritated, I struggled against his hold on me, my mind starting to cloud over by a darkness I couldn’t explain. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, digging my heels into his back, but he refused to give me what I wanted. That stupid grin on his face only fueled the fire, an animalistic growl escaping my mouth as I flipped us over. I was now straddling his waist, my hands perched on his chest, with nails digging deeply into his skin. I couldn’t hold it any longer…
Authors Notes: I’m sorry. This took so long to get out and I feel like this is a filler chapter and the only part I really like about this is the end. Anyways, here it is. Hope you like it.
Notes/Warnings: fear, manipulation, fighting, mentions of blood, passing out, anger, angst, anxiety, mentions of throwing up, pain. Please let me know if I’m forgetting something!
May’s voice caught in her throat and she stumbled backwards, toppling to the cold glossed floor. Travis was by her side in a instant, helping her back to her feet with a surprisingly tender touch. Slowly, May pulled out of his grasp and he smiled at her.
“I missed you, babe.” Travis grinned. He reached out and took her hands in his. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you. There have been…complications to our situation. I’m afraid it’s just you and I, now.”
But Bucky was just here. Wasn’t he? May shook her head. No, no doubt. He was here, he came back for her. She didn’t have proof but, she just knew. “But- I thought-”
“The Good Doctor did what he could, for you.” Travis continued. “Unfortunately we weren’t able to rid you of the burden of your past. But with time,” He stepped closer and placed his hands at her elbows, letting his thumbs rub back and forth on her chilled skin. “And the proper attention, You can be perfect.”