i think the most egregious example of the manic pixie dream girl trope was this play i but I just remembered seeing it, several years ago…
it was about this sad-sack guy driving across the country to try and reunite his old band for one last show
he’s accompanied by this girl who he was in the band with, back in the day… and he was in love with her then, and she’s cool & smart & funny & talks only to him for the entire play, even when the rest of the band joins him on the drive
& at the end of the play it turns out that she was a ghost the whole time, nobody else in the play could see or hear her, & the ‘last show’ he kept referring to is actually going to be her funeral wake bcs she died..
That her ghost had accompanied them on this trip bcs he was grieving & she wanted to help him let go of her…
which, you know, was a surprise & it was really emotional & legit the play was pretty good
But I just started thinking about it randomly…
And I keep being struck by the fact that the play only works if the entire audience is so used to the idea that a female character would literally only speak to the main male character for the entire length of a narrative.
Would only converse with him, interact with him, even when there were other people around.
That even as he talked about what he was doing next, she never discussed their future goals. She never touched any props or anyone other than him.
That nothing she did or said would genuinely have anything to do with herself as a person, except in the context of how he felt about her.
The entire play hinges on the audience not expecting anything hinky about a female character who acts like that,
& most of the audience bought it, hook, line, and sinker.
even I did. there was genuine feeling of surprise in the room
and I just…
A woman can literally be an incorporeal ghost & as long as she is emotionally supportive of a man we see her as a fully realistically person
if that isn’t a sad indictment of how female characters get treated idk what is, honestly
ETA: FOR THE LOVE OF HECK, THE POINT OF THIS POST IS NOT ‘CHARACTERS ARE SECRET GHOSTS SOMETIMES’, PLEASE STOP CITING THE SIXTH SENSE.
THE POINT OF THIS POST IS I CAN THINK OF MANY OTHER STORIES WHERE THE OSTENSIBLY FLESH-AND-BLOOD FEMALE ROMANTIC INTEREST OF THE HERO COULD HAVE BEEN REVEALED TO HAVE BEEN A INCORPOREAL GHOST AT THE END OF THE STORY. AND THE REST OF THE NARRATIVE WOULD STILL WORK FINE, BECAUSE SHE WAS OTHERWISE THAT UTTERLY LACKING IN AN INTERIOR LIFE.
I’m a freelance author and lifestyle blogger. My wife is a fatass and tub of lard. I met my wife Charlotte at the county fair when I mistook her for one of the prize hogs and started feeding her corn out of my palm, careful to keep my fingers curled in so that she wouldn’t gnaw off the tips of my fingers. About a full four minutes into feeding her, I realized she wasn’t actually a hog, but was actually a very fat yet somehow sexually attractive woman! We quickly fell in love, even as she never kept her eyes off the corn. We’ve been inseparable ever since, partially because I always have a little bit of corn in my hand and she’s always sniffing and licking it. She’s so cute like that.
I love my fat butterball wife, disgusting curves and all. I love the way she really fills out her sty. For me, there is nothing sexier than this woman right here: thick thighs, big booty, bunch of chocolate sauce in her hair ‘cause she fell asleep in her sundae, contact lenses made of Necco wafers, sometimes eats out of the recycle bin if she’s too tired to get to the fridge. This gorgeous girl I married fills out every inch of her jeans and is still the fattest one in the room. But hey, that’s just me. I’m a feminist, and so is my big-as-a-house revolting wife.
As a teenager, I was teased for being attracted to things that didn’t even look human, like women fatter than a size 4 and big rocks and like those old timey bikes with one big round wheel. Then, as I became a man and started to educate myself on issues such as feminism and farm animals, I realized how many men have bought into the lies of the media. A woman doesn’t have to be tall and thin to be beautiful! A woman doesn’t even have to have a name or personality! She can just be a shapeless blob with no distinguishing marks about her like a pile of condensed milk. That’s how I feel about my gorgeous, disgusting wife Carly. Wait, is that her name, “Carly?” That doesn’t look right. What’s her name? Definitely something with a C. I’d ask her, but her mouth is full right now, as she is eating Thanksgiving dinner in August.
Sure, my wife isn’t going to be on the cover of Cosmopolitan, except when she sits on it because I’ve lined her kennel with issues of Cosmopolitan. Because when she sits around the kennel she sits aroooound the kennel. Which is fine! But Cindy is so kind. Cindy has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Even her heart is plus-sized. And I love it for that. Whether my wife is finding an old bagel tucked underneath her cute side rolls or devouring a whole chocolate fountain even the metal parts before the guy we rented it from comes to take it away, she’s always being true to herself. She’s always just being Claire.
Guys, rethink what society has told you that you should desire. A real woman is not a porn star or a bikini mannequin or a movie character. She’s perfectly unique. She has stretch marks. She has big flat teeth that she uses to bite you if you try to cut when she’s waiting in line for soft serve. She has cute little dimples on her booty that she fills with hard candies and bouillon cubes to keep for later in case she gets hungry at the DMV. The twelve teats that run vertically down her front might not all be the same size. She’s real.
Girls, don’t ever fool yourself by thinking you have to fit a certain mold to be loved and appreciated. There is a guy out there who is going to celebrate your turgid sausage of a body for exactly who you are, someone who will love you just like I love my disgusting wife Chappie. I love you, honey!
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol. Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?
“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”
“Alright love, thank you so much!”
I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.
The next morning
“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.
“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.
“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.
“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.
“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.
“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.
“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.
“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.
A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.
“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.
Kind of a pre-Kacchako/vaguely hinted at Kacchako fic, where due to a dare and a bad pick up line, Ochako ends up getting Bakugou to hold her hand. 1200 words approx, flufy and silliness. Partially inspired by this pick up line. (And of course by Sai. Because let’s be honest, I wouldn’t even think of Kacchako things if not for her.)
It started because Mina found a book of intentionally bad
All the girls were sitting in the common area of the dorms, doing homework or talking, when Mina arrived and gleefully showed them the book. When no one made any
objections, Mina started to read out the most amusing or absurd examples at
random as she flipped pages. As time went on they got progressively worse,
until they got so bad that Kyoka threw a cushion at Mina’s head.
“Hi mom!” Your eight-year-old calls as she comes in the front door. She’s later than usual, only a few minutes but it’s enough to make you curious.
“Hi Sweetheart. Everything okay?” You ask as you swat one of Bucky’s hands away from the after school snack you’ve got waiting on the counter. He chuckles and catches your hand, pressing a kiss to it as your daughter comes around the corner.
“Yes mom.” She says, with plenty of attitude. One doesn’t become the daughter of you and Bucky Barnes without a little extra helping of sass. Even at eight you’re 100% sure that she’s going to be a handful at sixteen. She drops her backpack on the floor next to the stool she slides onto and reaches for one of the celery sticks when you see it. Blood on her knuckles.
“Ashley Natasha Barnes why is there blood on your knuckles?” You demand catching her wrist before she can hide the evidence.
“I beat up a bully after school today.” Ashley says it so simply you’d think you’d asked her what she wanted for dinner. You stare at her for a second until Bucky lets out a surprised laugh.
“Thats my girl!” He says giving your daughter a tight squeeze. “Hit em right in the mouth didn’t you? Cut your hand on his tooth?”
“Rookie mistake.” Bucky says with a grin, “No broken wrist means it was a straight punch and no broken thumb means you tucked it on the outside. Just like uncle Steve and I taught you.” You’re staring at your husband with your mouth slightly open and eyebrows raised. He and Steve taught her how to fight? He high fives her and passes her a few Girl Scout cookies from on top of the fridge. Not exactly the reaction you were looking for but it’s typical Bucky for sure.
Before you know it Bucky’s got Steve up on FaceTime and is telling him ‘the exciting news’ about your little girl’s fight. If it can even be called that.
“Mom?” Ashley asks softly.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Why don’t you tell me the whole story and then we’ll talk about it.” If she jumped straight into violence, yes you’re going to be a bit upset but if it was for self defense or to protect someone else it’s hard to be angry about that. Given who her family is, and one of her namesakes.
“Well Mark was being mean to Naomi. He kept asking her when she was going to go back to China. But mom, she’s not even Chinese!”
“Did you try to use your words first?” You ask patiently while attempting to ignore your husband whose now on FaceTime with Natasha.
“Of course I did mom.” She huffs after chewing her peanut butter slathered celery stick, “I told him to stop it because Naomi was born here so she’s from here just like he is. And he told me to make him stop it so I did.”
“I’m glad you stood up for your friend but I don’t want you getting into fights all the time. Leave that to your daddy okay?” She nods in agreement as someone pounds on your front door. You make your way over to it and open it, looking down at you is a rather large man who would be intimidating if you weren’t married to an Avenger.
“Are you Ashley Barnes’ mom?” He demands, his voice loud and angry.
“She assaulted my son.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh? She’s eight.” You say a hand on your hip.
“No.” He snarls taking a menacing step toward you, he’s glaring down at you looking more than a little furious. You stare up at him coolly then his eyes go wide and he takes a few steps back.
“Everything okay babe?” Bucky asks resting his hand on your lower back.
“Yea. This is Mark’s Dad. Apparently he’s angry about our daughter defending her friend.”
“Sh-she punched my son.” His bravado has wavered since Bucky has come into the room.
“Your son was being racist against one of our daughter’s friends. You know where they learn that.” Bucky says bluntly. Mark’s Dad sputters for a few seconds then he turns red, turns around and walks away muttering something about the fucking Winter Solider. Bucky chuckles lowly then turns you in his arms as he shoves the front door closed. “You mad?”
“No.” You answer honestly. “Where was I when you taught Ash how to fight?”
“Uh, during the girl’s weekend you, Natasha and Wanda had.”
“Is she any good?”
“Kid’s a natural.” He grins down at you, looking 100% proud poppa.
“Of course she is.”
Byun Baekhyun. The man that possesses a piercing stare so dangerous, you could drown in it if you stared long enough. He’s got the looks and he knows it.
Heck, the whole university knows it.
He’s hot and anyone can establish that just by looking at all the girls that are constantly desperate to get into his pants. He lets them, of course, because he’s a horny bastard that likes having sex with girls only to leave them before morning comes. He rarely does the same person twice.
He’s arrogant and smug most of the time but he isn’t so much of a bad boy. He may smoke a pack or two but he doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings. He doesn’t necessarily get into fights unless you mess with him or his friends.
Don’t bother him, and he won’t bother you.
He’s just a guy that is cocky as fuck and always gets what he asks for.
If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️
Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me
Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.
But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.
Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.
The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.
“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”
Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.
“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.
Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.
“Mark.” the girl growled.
Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.
“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.
“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.
“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.”
Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.
All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.
“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.
“Not that you care..”
As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.
“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.
“Yeah.” she replied blandly.
She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.
Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.
“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.
Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.
For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.
As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.
“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.
Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.
The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.
After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.
The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.
Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.
“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.
Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.
This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”
Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.
“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”
(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.
“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.
Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.
“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”
“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.
“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”
That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…
“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.
Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”
Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.
“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.
“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.
He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”
The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.
She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).
(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.
She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.
The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.
Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.
So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.
As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.
- Loud blue boy:(Y/n)?
- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…
- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0
- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!
(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.
The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.
A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…
“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.
Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.
A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.
‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.
Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.
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“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.
He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.
“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.
“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”
“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.
Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.
“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”
Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.
“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.
In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.
Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.
The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.
“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.
Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.
“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.
The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.
(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy
Request: Can I get a fuckboy theoX bestfriend were she’s in love with him and they live together so she gets tortured by him having sex with other girls and she starts fading away from him and develops a eating disorder? Sorry if thats to much. Please&thank you.
A/N: Sorry it took a while, its just that writer’s block is a thing and school has been tiring. Sorry
I’m so late to this aha but I made some BNHA ocs…!!
Middle girl wants to be a chef that cooks delicious food for heroes. Her quirk makes her rot/spoil food around her or anything that she touches, if she wills it or if her emotions accidentally make her do it.
Small girl’s quirk is that she can refill things. The container has to have been full in the past 24 hours and she must refills things from teleporting them from another place (so she has to know where to find more of the substance). She has a water bottle that she can fills up from water in her fridge at home.
Big girl’s quirk is that she gets buff and tuff by eating trash. Her family works at a garbage disposal facility and have similar quirks. She and rotten girl are girlfriends…
We drifted to survive I needed you to stay But I let you drift away My love where are you?
It just happened, the flurry of it.
Kara never meant for that to happen, and she surely hadn’t counted on Lena reciprocating so eagerly. She never let herself even imagine a world in which that was a fathomable thought. But she ended up holding her against the fridge, and she left a handprint in the door because she was wound so tightly, she couldn’t figure out how to let go. She couldn’t remember ever not being able to control herself. And then Lena Luthor existed.