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Women in the MCU. Feminism and Wanda Maximoff

It’s no secret that women have been shafted in superhero franchises. For years, there was outcry about no female superhero having her own movie - and I suspect that might have still not happened had DC not come out with Wonder Woman.

Due to this tendency, I find that the fandom is inclined to defend the inexcusable actions of female characters. This isn’t a good thing.

Before I get to the main star of my post, I’ll run through some of the others. 

Pepper Potts. Pepper is a great character. A strong, intelligent woman, who appears to excel at business in a world dominated by men. She’s not that great at being a supportive person, though. Her behavior during Iron Man 3 included repeatedly demeaning a person for their very real mental issues. Not that this is anything new in the MCU, especially when it concerns Tony Stark, but it really ruined the character for me.

Natasha Romanov. Oh, Black Widow. Dear Black Widow. Sometimes, I wonder if even the writers of these characters know what they’re all about. I hated her in IM 2 - her report on Tony was unfathomable. I moderately liked her in Avengers. She was great in WS. In CW… I’ve got nothing. No, really. The back-stabbing spy who acknowledged the necessity of the Accords, then turned around and physically attacked the facto king of a sovereign nation while in combat on HIS side gets nothing but sneers from me. I’ll be happy if I never see her in the MCU again. But alas…

Jane Foster. Another clever woman. Unfortunately, she’s not fleshed out enough to really make a difference. By Thor 2, she is reduced to obsessing over Thor. Not that I can point fingers since I obsess over fictional characters, but at any rate… Her character appears to have left the MCU altogether starting Thor 3.

Darcy Lewis. Cute girl. Made me laugh. Smarter than she seems, but largely the comic relief. No real development. Probably will disappear with Jane.

Maria Hill. Typical badass SHIELD Agent. I like her - she just isn’t developed enough as a person for me to care much about her.

Betty Ross. I truly, truly loved her. She’s an incredibly intelligent young woman who stands up to her tyrant of a father and supports her boyfriend who turned himself into a giant green rage monster. She’s brave and brilliant. She deserved better than one single movie.

Peggy Carter. Also a great character. Unfortunately received far too little attention in the MCU. Haven’t seen Agent Carter, but it appears that she was treated better there. And of course, the series was canceled. No comment.

Which brings us to the crowning glory of the MCU.

Wanda Maximoff.

I grew up with the X-Men cartoons, and I quite loved Wanda in those. I looked forward to her joining the team. What the MCU did to Wanda is abhorrent. Let’s take things in order.

Wanda joined Hydra voluntarily. Considering the fact that she did this when she was 18, chances were that she killed people in their employ. She was definitely good enough at using her powers for her to be new at it.

Now here’s where things get dicey. ¾ of the fandom will at this point say - but she did it because she wanted to get revenge on Tony for her parents’ death.

I won’t even address the issue of Tony’s culpability in the matter. I’m trying to keep this post from becoming even longer. Instead, I will point out a very simple fact. Wanda and Pietro had Tony alone in Sokovia. Chances are they could have killed him there, on the spot.

But Wanda did not do this. She mind-raped him with the deliberate intent of destroying the Avengers. 

That’s like Tony deciding to take revenge on Bucky by saying the Hydra words and setting him on Steve. In fact, it’s very similar to what Zemo did.

She didn’t care about the collateral damage, about all the innocent people suffering because of her revenge. All she cared about was destruction.

There is no justification in the world that can explain GOING OUT OF YOUR WAY to unleash the Hulk on a city of innocent people. She did this out of the sheer desire for destruction - for the lone reason that she wanted the Avengers to look bad. How many people died in Johannesburg because of the Hulk’s rampage at her hands? 

We don’t know. It is never addressed. But I dare any Wanda Maximoff fan to defend her actions in Johannesburg to me. Please, step forward. I’m waiting.

Also note that she only changed her mind when she found out Ultron planned to destroy the whole world. She was perfectly okay following his plan until then.

Then we have CW. Arguably, she is trying to do better (possibly because of Pietro’s death?). Arguably, the explosion is an accident.

Honestly, I don’t really blame Wanda for Lagos. She did what she could. Would someone else had found a better solution? Perhaps. Would she have done better with more training? Maybe. But that’s on Steve.

What I do blame her for is her not taking responsibility for those actions. She chose to go to Hydra and turn herself into a weapon. She can’t just shrug off these consequences now. And that line. “I can’t control their fear, only my own”. Really? She literally did exactly that in Age of Ultron. She mind controls people. That’s what she does. She is also one of the people in the battle of Leipzig that visibly doesn’t hold back. Leaving Tony aside, she threw Natasha very hard. And that is not even considering what she did to poor Vision before. Vision, who was trying to protect her, cheer her up with his bad cooking. It’s like kicking a puppy.

Since then, I’ve seen all sorts of posts assigning all kind of excuses for Wanda’s behavior. Another Tumblr user said that some people have accused Tony of molesting her. No. Just no.

You know who was molested in age of Ultron? Most everybody else. Tony, who was tortured with his worst fears. Natasha - with her memories of the Red Room. Even Steve and Thor, although for the most part, their visions were somewhat more… sedate. And let’s talk about Bruce. Remember Bruce Banner, the guy who said that being the Hulk is like being “like an exposed nerve”, whose worst nightmare is losing control of the rage monster? 

For people who have seen Jessica Jones, I want you to take a step back and make a parallel between Wanda Maximoff and Killgrave. Or alternately, even Zemo and the Hydra words. I won’t even mention Loki, because anyone who knows me even slightly knows how he is my cuddle bunny and I want to protect him forever. But really… How is it different? Just because she is a woman?

She is not a victim. She is the attacker. Women can be rapists and molesters too. Remember that.

We can all agree that women get treated badly in superhero movies. But that doesn’t mean we should ignore the character’s faults by dumping everything on somebody else.  I don’t care if you’re a woman, a man, or a space alien. If you do something bad, you need to take responsibility for your actions. End rant. (With thanks to @lady-may-driu for pointing out the parallel to Zemo and listening to me)

I know it’s popular to believe Eliza was active in her legacy; that she chose to be so silent. 

But from everything I’ve read, none of that appears to be true.  She didn’t recede into the background at any point during her life.  She did things and she had the ear of many people, and she took advantage of that.  She reveled in her role as the widow of Alexander Hamilton, the daughter of General Philip Schuyler, the favorite of George Washington.  She was invited to travel with Lafayette up the Hudson in 1824.  They gave her the royal treatment up the Mississippi on her way to visit William in the 1830s.  The president came to see her on New Year’s Day in 1853.  Do you know that social causes became so popular in NYC in the early 19th century in part so you could rub shoulders with Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton? She worked for causes she cared about for fifty years, and she was celebrated for that during her life (and in the few years after)!  They appreciated who she was and what she’d accomplished and knew she was a great lady and worthy of praise and admiration.   

To look at what she got during her life from the people of her time and then to look at how historians treat her–by putting the silent woman narrative on her–they’re just trying to justify their own lack of interest.  And they use the fact that she burned her letters to her husband (a totally normal act for women of her time) as some great excuse for their laziness.

Car Accident (Alex Standall X Reader)


~*Alex’s Pov*~
The music was too loud and everyone was too drunk, it was a mistake to come to this party but (Y/N) wanted to come so here I am. Bryce was having a party at his place, which isn’t that surprising, he always throws these parties and it always ends up too crazy and crowded with drunk teens all over the place. I might’ve had a few drinks and now I was feeling tipsy, but (Y/N) refused to drink because we used her car to get here and she was going to drive us back.

I got sick of the loud music and getting shoved every 10 seconds so I was searching for (Y/N) through the wave of teenagers until I finally saw her near the snack table across the room. She wasn’t alone though, I could see her talking to someone but the dancing bodies blocked the other person. As I got closer I saw Bryce in front of her. They were just talking and laughing, which I was fine with, but I wasn’t fine when Bryce decided to put his hand on (Y/N)’s waist. She pushed his hand away but he put it back and pulled her into his chest. I was fucking mad, but what made it worse was that she was just laughing, she didn’t even care about what he was doing. I made my way to them and pulled (Y/n) off of Bryce.

“What the fuck?!” I asked, clearly angry.

“Hey Standall, whats up?” Bryce said.

“Shut the hell up Bryce” I reply

“Come on Alex what are you so mad about” he asked smirking.

“Stay the hell away from (Y/N)”

“Come on Alex, you’re overreacting” (Y/N) said

I looked over my shoulder and gave her a death glare.

“For real Alex” Bryce started “Besides she didn’t mind”

I stared at Bryce then turned around, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and dragged her out. We stopped when we reached her car and she turned around and began yelling.

“Seriously Alex!?”

“What the fuck was that (Y/N)?!” I replied also yelling.

“You mean when I was with Bryce? We were just talking!”

“Oh really, ‘just talking’?” I asked “Cause when I came over he was trying shit on you!”

“I could’ve handled myself Alex!” she said

“You don’t know the type of stuff Bryce goes around doing. I don’t want you talking to him!”

“Im going to talk to whoever I want to Alex!” She said obviously getting annoyed.

“Jesus (Y/N) why do you have to be such a dumbass bitch at time?! Why cant you just stop being so fucking stupid?!” I yell at her.

Her eyes went wide, she wasn’t used to me lashing out on her like that. I immediately regretted what I said.

“Shit (Y/N) I didn’t mean to say that.” I said quickly

“Yeah, save it Alex” she said quickly getting in her car and driving off.

I ended up getting a ride from Zach. He dropped me off and I went straight to my room. I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone to check on (Y/N). I called her but got no answer, she was mad, really mad. I sent her a couple texts telling her to answer cause I wanted to work things out, i didn’t want her to stay mad at me. While waiting for an answer I decided to change and go get food.

I opened the fridge to look for something to eat but then my phone suddenly rang. Looking at the caller ID I saw (Y/N)’s name and answer immediately.

“(Y/N) holy shit finally, I called you like a million times.” I say a soon as I answer the call.

“Hello sir, this is St. Peters hospital, this was the most recent contact on Ms.(Y/L/N)’s phone and we called to tell you that she happened to get into a car accident.”

“I-is she okay?”

“We’re still trying to making sure of that. If you want to know more you will have to come to the hospital.” The lady said and ended the call.

I ran to my car and sped my way to the hospital. When I got there I asked if I could see (Y/N) but the doctor said she was still being treated that I had to wait an hour or so, which of course, I did.

The last thing we talked about was me telling her how stupid I thought she was, which I didn’t actually believe, I don’t know why I keep doing dumb shit like this. I really need to work on my anger, I keep getting in fights and saying shit I don’t mean.

About an hour later at 1:38am, I finally saw a doctor walk towards the waiting room. I stood up and when he got to me he started talking.

“Im happy to tell you that (Y/N) is fine, she just has a broken left wrist and a few bruises.”

“So can I see her now?” I asked really hoping I can finally talk to her.

“Yes sir, right this way.” He said leading me to her room.

She smiled when she saw me but quickly stopped when she remembered the argument we had about 2 hours ago. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed and grabbed her right hand looking at her as she stared back at me. It was time for me to make things right.

I once had someone ask me when I thought Darcy fell in love with Elizabeth and I answered when she came to Netherfield to care for Jane, and when rereading it, this is even more affirmed for me. I love the little line after Mrs. Bennet and the other Bennet girls leave Netherfield and Lizzie goes back up to Jane- Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst start roasting Elizabeth but then “(Mr. Darcy) could not be prevailed on to join in their censure of her, in spite of all Miss Bingley’s witticisms on fine eyes.”
Aka: two ladies of “class” start dragging Lizzie, and practically goading Darcy into saying something by teasing about his fine eyes remark, but Darcy keeps his mouth shut because something is stirring inside him. He sees how Lizzie treats her sister, he understands how embarrassed she is of her family’s poor manners. He realizes her intelligence and lively mind, and dang he is falling in love FAST but doesn’t know how to handle himself

A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Thirteen

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

Link on Ao3

Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five
Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight   Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven   Chapter Twelve 


-Chapter Thirteen- 


“I’m telling you, Mor! This isn’t going to work. Nothing is. I am doomed to my own damned existence and this is my fate.” Eleana sighed dramatically and threw herself onto Felix’s couch.

It had been moved, just like all the other furniture in the room, against the wall so there was a clear space in the room where they could move around. Currently it was only Mor and Eleana occupying Felix’s home, and they were hoping that they could at least show Felix some amount of progress before he came home from retrieving Quathryn from Velaris.

What they were doing was the worst kind of training. Eleana could handle flying and fighting and magic and whatever else was thrown at her, but there was one thing she had never successfully done. And that was dance.

Mor was trying, to no true avail, to teach Eleana traditional Illyrian dances that she would likely need to know when she went to Kaden’s cousin’s wedding.

“Maybe if you try with your father again…”

“I did yesterday. It didn’t end well.”

The High Lord had been good about it. It wasn’t the first time he had tried to teach her to dance like an Illyrian, and it also wasn’t the first time it had ended with a broken bone.

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Why the fuck are digital assistants female??

So recently I took a job working for a large company I can’t name basically correcting errors in voice recognition via digital assistants. This is a pretty fucking tedious and benign job but I slowly started noticing some alarming trends.

Guys have a tendency to say really rude things to this digital assistant. Ask her to make them sandwiches. They call her misogynistic names. Ask her about her appearance. Ask her how old she is. Ask can she talk dirty to them. Ask her to search the creepiest sex acts you can imagine. Ask if they should jerk off with their left or right hand. You know, generally how men treat women except on steroids.

Ladies just ask the assistant for the weather or the news. Occasionally I’ll get stop talking digital assistant! But generally you know women behave like normal functional human beings. And for the record , I have had heard illegal things which I am required to report and 100% of them have been male.

It really upsets me that the developers choose to use female voices in this way. They give some bullshit reason about comfort and ease of listening. The reality is women are seen as subservient and this shit reinforces it even further. Do I believe I’d hear half of the shit I do if the voice was male? Absolutely not.

And these animals continue to sit in the privacy of their own home practicing how to speak to a woman. They practice saying whatever they want to a female voice who will just shut up and take it. They learn pretty early what role women should have, and trust me I hear little boys practicing a lot.

I found it interesting that Siri’s voice by default in the U.K. is male. It seems like the world hasn’t ended over there last I checked. What is it about the American male that is so goddamned fragile and catered to that they need digital assistants to be female? Like there’s some kind of creepy sex appeal or something? Guess a female servant in every way is most men’s dream come true?

All of this is obviously problematic and I’m not the only one to write about this. There’s tons of research and articles about it. Still, the fact that multiple companies continue to use female voices is legit bullshit. Men are complete garbage.


James Potter x Reader

The Marauders Era It´s Just My Favorite Thing In The World

Words: 2,650

A/N: Just read a time turner fic, and I´m feeling quite anxious so I needed to write this

He suppressed a growl, silently reminding himself that the dog was Sirius and the werewolf Remus (what left him like the only graceful animagus). And that he should act as a proper human in the common room, because Lily hated when he acted childishly. (She hated almost everything he did.) Still, James cursed under his breath. The very idea of you two being together irked him.

It was utmost betrayal! How could you?!

His pretty chubby, second favorite bookworm that liked sweet chocolate frogs and acid pops couldn’t possibly fancy a mad wizard with a strange fascination of dark magic. James could tolerate Lily awkwardly chatting with the snake, but you were part of the Marauders, something so…so…hideous wasn´t about to happen in front of his eyes.

“I believe you both are being overly dramatic, Whiskers is kind with everyone when we aren’t around.”

“So you mean she really doesn’t like us?  Is she faking because I always buy her treats at Honeydukes?” Remus gave James a disbelieving look while Sirius crossed his arms. Without a word, Peter blushed while you embraced Severus warmly one more time.

“How come she never actually hugged me before!?” The seventeen year old prat with the longest hair wiggled around with a scowl, leaving James with a bitter expression. “I mean, yeah, I know we actually don’t treat her so much like a beautiful woman and all that shit, but even she could have given me a squish or two.”

“You are being awfully stupid, Padfoot.” Remus sighed in exasperation, passing a tired hand through his sandy hair before placing his hands in Sirius´s shoulders. “Whiskers is a beautiful lady. You are a dirty dog. She isn’t going to hug you.”

“Then I don’t get why she is passionately hugging the life out of Snivellus!”

“Love can get us blind…W-We should admit that Whiskers is old enough to get a…hum…love interest.” Peter mutely offered, earning a gasp from each one of the present marauders. When the words left the air completely, the boys changed their stunned expressions. James went paper sheet pale suddenly feeling really sick, Remus simply nodded to himself in astonishment and Sirius got that knowing glint on his bright eyes.

“Even if it is Snivellus?” James tried to discard the mere idea of you actually being in love, frowning at his group of friends.

“Well, Whiskers doesn’t have a lot of options. I mean we are out of her league, you know, with all the let´s vow for our friendship and all that bloody oaths.” With trembling hands, Black rambled a few more words that Potter didn’t get. Sirius easily read the painfully obvious disdain of his best mate at his not correctly phrased comment, however he lacked self-control when it came to reassuring people, so he just continued pointlessly speaking.

In love? Like in the real thing? Weren’t you still too young for it? James couldn’t even know how he felt about Lily –the girl he had fancied since his first year at Hogwarts- and you suddenly loved a snake?

“Please don’t pass out.” Tough hands clasped James arms, keeping him in a standing position. “Thanks for breaking Prongs, Wormtail.”

“Moony, do something!” Pleaded Peter with a scared grimace.

“Something? Why are you two pushing Remus?” A friendly voice interrupted the sullen atmosphere and all the four boys turned to face the young woman who talked. Full soft cheeks and warm eyes met with the suffering forced smile of the boy who couldn’t contain himself anymore.


“Umm, yeah? So, no one is going to answer my question?”

“Sniv-”A hard blow in the stomach left Sirius mute.

“He meant to say snitch, we thought about going to practice Quidditch a little, see you at dinner!” Dragging away to the outside an almost knocked out Sirius, James waved a quick goodbye without looking back.

“That means I´m not invited?” Remus shrugged not giving a trace of an apology, nodding before turning around and walking in the same direction as the other boys. (Peter followed him closely, not that you actually cared –since Wormtail used to ignore you most of the time-.)

“Are we going to Hogsmeade this weekend? I mean, last time we stayed here to pull pranks at professor Slughorn. I´m running out of sugar quills.” Munching a piece of chocolate cake, you asked the abnormally quiet marauders. All of them were odd –Remus acted the same as always but his eyes were fixed to his plate and nothing else-. James seemed out of place, skin to pale and sickly looking, his hair was glued to his face, due to a tiresome rough time practicing or a lot of slick substance that could have been shower gel. Sirius was certainly pissed off, however you didn’t know at whom. “Did you have a fight? Where is Wormtail?” You continued when your first attempt of conversation was plainly avoided.

“He´s going to change his name to Lovegood, he´s going insane.” Remus joked, or kind of tried to make it sound as a joke.

“I hope he doesn’t dare to sit with us tonight.” Muttered Sirius, giving his pumpkin juice a long gulp. “How could he said it? Now our Prongs it´s like a hollow puppet.”

“Can someone inform me of the situation? I kind of feel left out.” Brown vivid eyes gazed at your for a couple of seconds, leaving you waiting. “So?” You insisted forcefully.

James managed to look quite dashing even with an ill expression and oily skin. That type of grace was something that made you wonder how he could get to actually fall for someone like you.

(Not that you were too ugly or anything, it was just the mere fact that he was absolutely stunning.)

“Peter just screwed me.” James finally said, smiling at you, absent mindedly playing with the spoon that his fingers held. The slice of apple pie on his plate was untouched and a growing desire of tasting it clouded your thoughts. Why the heck were you such a guzzler?

“Are you going to eat that?” Now you questioned with a light hint of hopefulness, knowing that interrogating him wouldn’t help but your sweet tooth would make him chuckle. What happened next made wasn’t what you expected. James sighed, softly caressing his right wrist before standing up and rolling the plate to your side.


“Sadly, I will be leaving too.” The black haired boy said with a grin. “You screwed him more, and Padfoot is going to fix him for you, love.”

“Don’t miss me too much, Sirius.” A soft hand messed with your hair before pressing hard on your skull. “Moony, I don’t like that.”

“I´m just trying to accommodate your brains, they seem to be in a difficult situation-” You gaped at him, jokingly scowling.

“Why do you all seem eager to mess with my life today?”

“Don´t think about it too much, lovely bee. The boys are just being idiots. Like always.” Lily said calmly, sipping her tea despite the fact that Remus glared at her.

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electric feel

Title:  Electric Feel
Pairing: Josh Dun/OFC (unnamed)
Rating: Mature
Warning: Just smut, with a pinch of dirty talk (who am I kidding, there’s a lot of dirty talk, yall know me).
A/N: This was a request by @beaniebabycreature. This turned out way longer than I intended it to be, because I’m an asshole with backstory; this one is like 4.7k, so enjoy this. I’ve got a Jai Courtney story I’m almost done with, and I’m taking requests for Josh or Tyler stories. Send ‘em in!

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Her Partner- Adrinette Month Day Fifteen

She tears her gaze away from his first, walking quickly in the opposite direction. She tenses, hearing that familiar patter of her ex-partner’s feet, racing after her. He reaches out, taking her hand gently…

She snatches it away, continuing to leave. “Wait, please!” he calls after her. She hesitates a moment, turning back to look into his green eyes, full of sadness and hope and lo-

No. She’s not even going to think that word.

“Say whatever you have to say fast.”

“I didn’t know you’d be here, but I’m glad you are. I’ve missed you so much, it’s been killing me that I can’t talk to you this past year. I know we agreed to separate but I want a fresh start. Can we please make a fresh start, here? New school, new everything… Please?” he gives her those perfect kitten eyes, and she looks down at his hand. At the place where there used to be a ring… used to be a finger, too.

“The last time we saw each other ended in bloodshed and mutilation. I killed…” she trails off, looking at him, remembering the bloodbath of their final battle.

He nods. “You killed my father. I know. But, Marinette, my Lady, I’ve tried to forget you, for a year I’ve tried, and it hasn’t worked even a little. Give me another shot. Give us another shot. Purr-etty please?”

She stares at him in horror. “Did you just make a pun after talking about how I murdered your father? What is wrong with you?”

“I…” he looks at the ground, before meeting her eyes, with that intense stare… the look he gave her under the umbrella that day, and he reaches out his hand. “I think we’ve been punished long enough. I love you. I… I believe that you love me. Maybe you don’t, and that’s wishful thinking, but all I want is my partner back. Don’t you want that?”

A part of her really does. A part of her wants to grab that outstretched hand and never let go, claim him as her kitten once more, her knight, her love. That part of her is by no means small, for the record.

She crosses her arms, looking him in the eye. “Your partner barely existed. You made up an ideal that was never me, and I didn’t realize that until I discovered I’d done the same to you… Until I saw the detransformation and saw the difference, between how you treated Marinette  and… her.”

He cringes back, and lets his hand drop. She can almost see the cat-ears and tail drooping, although that’s impossible now. “I can’t fix this…?”

“I don’t know if you can or not. But we’re in college now, anyway.” She steps back. “We’ve outgrown superheroes. I need to get to class.”


“Don’t, Adrien. We got into the same school, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to be near each other. Please don’t seek me out.”

His face falls, and he bows slightly. “Yes, my Lady.”

She leaves as quickly as she can, breaking into a run as soon as she turns the corner. She needs to calm down, and get rid of the tears stinging her eyes…

She walks into Chemistry class with her head held high.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng?” the teacher asks. “You’re a bit late. Got lost? It’s a pretty big campus… you can go sit with Mr. Agreste, he needs a lab partner.”

Their eyes meet, and Marinette gets the feeling- whether of dread or elation- that she’s going to be seeing a lot more of her ex-partner… er, lab partner… than planned.

My Heart Skips a Beat

I haven’t posted anything related to my writing for a long time, and I’ve been re-reading and re-editing some of my old-fics. 

So I decided to repost this one here… I mean, why not?


[Modern AU]

“I just don’t understand it Hiccup! Why didn’t I feel anything at all when he kissed me!” Astrid confided her best friend, feeling a little tipsy maybe drunk after a couple can of beer. Then out of impulse she grabbed her best friend by his shirt and kissed him. She didn’t expect to find what she was searching for.

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K-Drama Starters Part II:
  • “Don’t give me that face.”
  • “I’m sorry to say that I’m still alive.”
  • “Were you always so heartless?”
  • “You might not know this but I used to hurt people with just a spoon.”
  • “I don’t like ugly people. It pains me to even talk to you.”
  • “He/she treats me like a sister/brother!”
  • “You startled me, you punk.”
  • “How can I get back at that jerk?”
  • “Not that it’s possible, but I’ll make myself even more beautiful.”
  • “Why are you here, you foxy lady/man?”
  • “How many children should we have?”
  • “Would you like some chocolate milk?”
  • “As expected, I don’t fit in.”
  • “I won’t wear it. Get rid of it.”
  • “I won’t get rid of it. Wear it.”
  • “This is the worst coffee I’ve ever tasted.”
  • “I tried my best to make this. Don’t be cruel.”
  • “Are you hurt anywhere?!”
  • “I’m proposing to you right now, you know.”  
  • “I could put you in danger.”
  • “Most people cringe when startled, but you get ready to punch.”
  • “I don’t care about who you were or what you did in a past life. I’d hate you just the same.”
  • “Hey, does my face look like this drawing?”
  • “I’m only sitting next to you because I have no other choice.”
  • “I thought you were only bad at singing but your sense of humor is also terrible.”
  • “Let’s go together. If we go together, it won’t be lonely.”
  • “You’re looking at me sensually, aren’t you?”
  • “It’s too dangerous. You can’t go.”
  • “You know that I like you, right?”
  • “Liking someone is a good thing. There’s no reason to hide it.”
  • “I’m going to become someone you can lean on.”
  • “It doesn’t matter who you are because I don’t care at all.”
  • “I made him/her cry.”
  • “I’ll protect you.”
  • “I wish I could have pizza until I feel sick.”
  • “I was passing by when I saw an ugly little girl. I called your name just to check.”
  • “I’m ashamed to be your friend.”
  • “What’s wrong with a motel?”
  • “My leg feels like it’s going to break!”
  • “Can I kiss you one more time?”
  • “It’s too bad we only got to do four romantic things.”
  • “What do you want to eat? Oh, right I forgot you don’t eat.”
  • “You forgot your hair.”
  • “You can give me back my sheets later.”
  • “You think I don’t know about your dark thoughts?”
  • “I just thought of one thing money can’t buy: your smile.”
  • “I’m going to become stronger so I can protect you.”
  • “Why are you being like this?”
  • “I just visited her fitness club, sweated a bit, and she took the bait.”
  • “Get lost; this is my house!”
  • “When did I eat all this?”
  • “Did you grab [NAME]’s hand and drag him/her by force?”
  • “I’d give you the world if you asked me to.”
  • “Shoot, I just made a cute face at [NAME]’s father.”
  • “He/she got 50th place.”
  • “I’m not manly.”
  • “Should I apologize or should I confess?”
  • “I can hear everything, you cheesy goblin!”
  • “Cut it out, you’re scaring me.”
  • “Put that back before you cause an international dispute.”
  • “Goodbye. Take care. Never come back.”
  • “He/she’s talking on the phone while driving. Please give him/her a ticket.”
  • “Black loafers with white socks? Are you Michael Jackson?”
  • “I got dressed up for nothing… I guess I should take some selfies.”
  • “You fall in love every time someone buys you food.”
  • “Your grades are really sad.”
  • “Let’s just say that you hugged me.”
  • “Your Mom says she doesn’t like me.”
  • “Go get your gun.”  
  • “We should do something special.”  
  • “Be careful. I’m a good fighter.”
  • “Congratulations on becoming a married man/woman.”
  • “How could you dump someone over text?!”
  • “Why are you laughing?”  
  • “How dare you?”
  • “You have no idea what I went through in the short period of an hour.”
  • “Where did you come from? I only closed my eyes for ten seconds?”
  • “Seeing your face makes me happy.”

anonymous asked:

If you've ever watched Arrow how do you feel about how they treated Laurel Lance's character?

Ohhhhh man. Do you know who I fucking loved on Arrow, with a boundless unreserved joy in my heart? Laurel fucking Lance. She was a badass from moment one and started series already a literal hero. We’re talking about a character who from the start was emblematic of one of those awesome lady lawyers you saw sitting on the floor in the airport working on immigration cases after the Muslim travel ban. She was doing important work and that SHOULD have been inspirational enough for Arrow, if it was actually invested in actual superhero vigilante justice. 

But Arrow, and by extension the CW, is not interested in actual heroism or the ethical considerations of justice that drive these stories and these characters. Watch it happen on Supergirl, notice it happening on The Flash. When the point shifts from being about protecting people and seeking common good, and yes, social fucking justice, to cooler weapons and powers and defeating villains with faceless victims, that’s when these shows have lost the map, and that, in my opinion, is one of the reasons they did what they did to Laurel. 

 Like as much as I wanna see that authentic canary cry in live action, what I really mourn is the potential of Laurel’s moral center. I can’t believe they took a characer like her who was already doing everything right and let these trash ass men stomp through her life supported by the narrative to try and tell her she was constantly wrong. Like the misogyny it takes to allow that to go unchecked on your program is absolutely astonishing. 

I don’t think it’s a stretch to say she got the Lois treatment. She was too big and too powerful and too ready to kick the protagonist’s ass for being a broody dick and all that made too many people say, wait, why isn’t this show about her? Why wouldn’t it be Arrow Canary? So when they introduced Felicity (who for the record I adored when she first showed up, how exciting to have the hero’s platonic geek resource be a woman) they saw a chance to write whatever character they wanted her to be, and what they wanted her to be especially was less feminist and less challenging to thier main character. It would be too obvious to suddenly make Laurel completely obsessed with Oliver for no detectable reason, but not Felicity. 

And I don’t ship it, but it’s beside the point, because they could have just had that ship and LET LAUREL LIVE but they basically dropped her as a character because she wasn’t on Oliver’s dick and because some showrunners get involved in fandom “ship wars” to a dysfunctional degree. 

 So they let her origin story happen mostly off screen, which set her up for the “how come she can fight all of a sudden” criticism, which gave them an excuse to have every man in her life violently forcefully try to shut her down- as usual. Like watching Laurel get gaslit by everyone on this fucking show was pretty much like getting gaslit personally. 

But they couldn’t even let her have her fakeass canary cry or her rightful superhero gig, because our showrunner is literally fandom ship stanning trash, he needed to kill her off in the most disrespectful way he came up with since he bounced a dead bisexual off a dumpster.

Originally posted by dothrakidaenerys

Thank you- Jason Todd x reader

Prompt: Person A:Is that a knife in your shoulder? Person B: Or maybe, I’m just happy to see you :) Person A: Nope, that’s a knife Person B: But I am happy to see you With Jason as person B (requested by @jadedhillon, hope you like it)
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If there’s anything they teach you more than anything in Gotham is to never go out alone, even less at night. But when you have vigilantes roaming the streets at night, guarding the city and keeping it safe, sometimes it’s easy to forget those rules.

It was a cold night, you were on your way home after leaving your friend’s bachelorette party, the second this year to have one. As your friend got praised and showered in congratulations, you were bombarded with the same old questions, when is the wedding?, For when the ring? And the worst of all, when will you have a boyfriend?

That’s why you left, it was enough with you thinking about it and your mother asking you the same. You knew none of it was with bad intention but sometimes you wished for them to shut up and a bit of luck.

As you approached your building, something that wasn’t the wind send a shiver up your spine.

The sound of steps behind you and the unmistakable stench of alcohol put you in alert. You thought of your options. You could run to your apartment and maybe manage to outrun them but wearing heels it looked impossible. Shouting may work but the way things were in this city, no one would come out to your aid.

You sped up your pace, hearing them laugh as they got closer, whistling at you trying to get your attention, your heart started to beat faster full with adrenaline and fear. You turned on a street hoping to loose them, only to find yourself with a dead end. No way, your luck couldn’t be this bad. Keeping your composure became something of the past, your mind trying to calm down, looking for a way out. You only hoped they weren’t too close, maybe you could turn and leave still with a little advantage on your side.

As you turned back to leave the men were already there, blocking the only exit. Shit. Four bulky guys sweating and drunk were looking at you, shouting the filthiest things and whistling at you like you were a dog. The one on the front was the first to move, calming the others as he approached you, licking his lips and eating you with lustful eyes. A gleam caught your eyes, a knife in his hand.

You tried to back away until you had your back against the wall, not daring to cry despite the fear pressing your chest. You were not giving them the satisfaction.

“Look what we’ve got here boys.” he spat, twisting the knife in his hand. “A little bitch looking for his master ain’t ya’?” a smirk on his face, pointing the knife at you.

“Go fuck yourself!” you shouted with a little more confidence than you felt.His smirk fell, being replaced by anger, his eyes shooting fire and his mouth wide open showing his teeth.

“It looks like she ain’t trained.” the rest of them laughed. “I guess someone has to teach her a lesson, right boys?” a round of cheers and laugh followed his words, until he raised a hand to shut them.

He raised his arm ready to stab you. Your eyes flew closed and your arms raised, trying to shield yourself, preparing for a blow that never came. The sound of confusion and grunting made you look. A tall man in a red helmet was standing in front of you, facing your attacker.

“Don’t you idiots know, that’s not how you treat a lady?”

“Now, save yourselves the pain and leave, please?” you could hear a smirk on his voice, which left you confused. Is he enjoying this.

“Are you stupid or what? We are four, and you’re alone. The one who needs to leave is you, asshead.” they all laughed, clearly drunk as they had no idea of what was going on.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” he said, flexing his muscles before attacking. As you saw him fight you realised those men never held a chance. You’ve heard of Nightwing, the way he fought was fluid and acrobatics more than anything, nothing like the one in front of you, even Robin’s moves seemed more controlled as if he’d known them from birth. But this was the Red Hood, he was pure brute force, anger flowing through every punch and not holding back a single move.

The four men were left unconscious and he was barely panting. When he fished cuffing the last man he looked at you. You had hid behind a dumpster the whole fight and just now where you coming out.

“Are you alright?” he asked, lending you a hand.

“Y-yes, thank you.” you said, taking his hand and pulling you up. You looked as he took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face and a mane of black hair with a white streak. Your heart gave a leap.

“Good, did they hurt you?” himself getting closer to you, checking for any injuries. “No.” your voice faltered at the sudden proximity of your bodies.

“You know, it’s not usual that I get to rescue someone as pretty as you.” a grin drawing in his face.

Was he flirting? A smile grew on your face at the thought of it.

“Well then, I’d say I was lucky you…!” you stopped as a gleam caught you eye. “Is that… what the… is that a knife on your shoulder?” you shouted, more from the impression than anything.

“Or maybe, I’m just happy to see you.” he shot you another smirk. How could he be so calm, if it were you, you might have fainted already and yet he was there, as if nothing had happened, flirting shamelessly.

“No, dude, seriously that’s a knife.” you said, pointing at it.

“But I am happy to see you.” you rolled your eyes, the guy talked as if he’d died before. You had your feelings torn between utter exasperation or complete gratitude towards him. He had saved you, he took a knife for you, and even in that state he still managed to fight those guys. More than gratitude you felt something else, admiration? Your head needed time to decide.

“You have to take it out.” a serious tone in your voice. “My place is just a block away, I can help you patch up there.” you said, your hand moving towards his shoulder.

He moved to grab your wrist, stopping you from reaching the knife. “Don’t touch it, it may not look like it but that thing is paining me like you have no idea and taking it out may just make it worse.”

“But it will be worse if you leave it there! It could get infected!” twisting your hand to free from his grip.

“Still, better leave it there honey.” he said, taking a step away from you.

“Oh, come on!” you stepped forward, your hand grabbing his collar and your head finally deciding on what it felt. You pulled him down and pressed your lips against his.

A sight left him at the sudden kiss, but it was quickly forgotten as he got into it just as fast. You could feel his hands on your back, making their way to your shoulders and finally resting on your cheeks, cooing your face tenderly while he kissed you. A tender kiss that became something else, his hands becoming stronger as he grabbed you, responding to your moves as your hands trailed up his body resting on his shoulders. You felt him wince at the touch but without stopping the kiss. You pressed yourself against him, trying to get as close as you could.

The moment you felt him lower his guard, your hand finally there and with a swift quick move you took the knife out, breaking the kiss and making him back away.

“What the… God it hurts.” he said, pressing the wound with his hand.

“Stop whining.” you said with a smile. “Now, let’s go patch you up so maybe we can continue where we left off.”

Tell me a secret, you whispered on a Wednesday
So like a Monday or Friday that I was a shambles
So I told you the story about convincing my brother
The old lady down the road was a cruel old witch
(She ran a store bitterly; I was not alone in the telling)
And you listened to his fear and after asked me:
Does he have girlfriends? How does he treat them now?
Does he understand that all men are witches too, know
That warlocks are worse than any witch could ever dream?
And I said: it was a joke. Said: It was only a joke.
And you said: all jokes are half-truth or we would not laugh
So hard to hide from them and I turned away from you
And your black cat sat on the other couch. And judged me.

auroracormierdanvers  asked:

13, 15, 22 & 27

Alrighty! Here we go! Sorry these are taking so long. I wanted to take time on them since you all were so sweet to play with me. :)

13. Biggest wish for season 5? Well, since I’m a trash queen you’d probably expect me to say “Cophine love scene” BUT I just want Cophine to be a team. Delphine has spent 4 seasons getting shit on, having her motivations questioned, and sacrificing everything for Cosima (and the clones). Delphine has earned trust and respect, especially from Cosima. Clearly, according to the spoilers, shit is gonna go real sideways and that’s to be expected. However, I just want Science Girlfriends kicking ass side by side this time. Them vs. the world. Like two beautiful (and brilliant) lady John Wicks. When the writers treat Delphine with respect I’m always a happy camper. Also they better not die.

15. Favorite episode? I would HAVE to say 1x6. My queer ship spidey sense had been tingling since “enchantee” but the moment when Cosima realized she was truly fucked (ya know when Delphine kisses her on the cheek and she forgets how to breathe) was the same moment I knew I was fucked too. I know I was watching that episode with my chin on my hands and heart eyes like a giddy idiot. That ep was magic and I was officially ALL IN after that scene. I didn’t realize yet that I would end up devoting SOOO many hours and SO much mental space to the minutiae of this clone show we are. Non, je ne regrette rien.

22. Character I wish I was like? I mean…there is a reason that her primary scene mates (Ebro and Josh) are madly in love with her. She’s brilliant, unaware of how sexy she is, passionate about life’s mysteries, and she sucks the air out of the room with her charm. In the words of Evelyne Brochu “I mean, Cosima, how can you not, you know?“ I’ll keep my height though. I win there. 

27. Character who should go on The Great British Baking Show? It has to be Shay. You know this bish has “Great British Baking Show Contestant” on her vision board. 

Mary Berry would DESTROY her though. Might be fun to watch ;)

Untouched pt. 4

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, losing virginity, SMUT. 

Summary: the whole team is surprised to find out you’re still a virgin, and the news seems to make you more allegeable to some of the men around the compound. Bucky is no less surprised than the rest of the team, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off you as he nurses a secret of his own, which he feels obliged to reveal to you after an incident in the training room.

The big moment! I hope I did it justice. :) 

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I’m Here (Philidosia)

AN: this is my first period fic so that’s a thing 

Word Count: 1,551

Request: anon- Could you do Phillip x theodosia, where they keep their friendship from their fathers until theo ends up pregnant and the father left so Phillip covers for her pretending to be the dad to save her shame but they end up falling in love??

Philip walked along with his mother and father, only half listening to what Alexander was saying. He was only going with his parents so that he could see Theodosia. Even from a young age the two knew that they would have to be careful meeting up with each other. Neither one wanted to know how their father would react.

“I need you on your best behavior,” Alexander began his usual lecture as Eliza straightened her son’s jacket. “Miss Burr is to be treated as the young lady she is, regardless of the fact that her father is a spineless fool.”

“Yes, father,” Philip responded, struggling not to roll his eyes, his mother doing the same.

“You’ll humor me and dance with her once or twice. We wouldn’t want Mr. Washington to stress anymore, would we?”

“No, father. If we don’t go in now we’ll be late,” Philip bit the inside of his cheek as he finished. He knew he shouldn’t run his mouth where his father’s colleagues could hear, but it was the same speech before every event. Alexander only pursed his lips and guided Philip to the door, knocking sharply and waiting, his hands clasped behind his back, Philip standing next to Eliza, slightly behind him. They greeted the servant who opened the door quickly and made their way back to everyone. Philip shook hands with the people his father had previously instructed him to before taking his seat next to Theodosia.

“Hello, Philip,” she smiled politely. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

“It’s been too long, Miss Burr,” Philip returned her smile and glanced over at their parents before leaning in and mumbling under his breath. “I know a place where we can go and talk when we get the chance.”

Theodosia nodded and took a sip of her tea, turning to listen to the adults’ conversation. Philip started doing the same, but shortly found himself more or less starring at Theodosia instead. He waited long enough for a few other people to move before he stood, bowed and held out his hand.

“May I have this dance, Miss Burr?”

“You may, Mr. Hamilton,” Theodosia smiled and stood, taking his hand. As they walked out onto the floor, they both received nods of approval from their father. They began dancing, a little further apart than customary as to not look too friendly.

“I hate that we have to do this,” Philip grumbled.


“I don’t see why it’s so awful that we be friends. It’s not as though we’re in love,” Philip spun Theodosia, moving further from their parents.

“They aren’t exactly pleasant to each other, Philip. Why would they want us to be? And why give them one more thing to bicker over,” Theodosia sighed. “And we manage.”

“I’ve grown tired of managing,” Philip glanced over at the adults who by now had had a few drinks and were lost in conversation. “But a conversation for another time. Shall we go, Miss Burr?”

“Yes,” Theodosia nodded quickly, letting Philip take her and and guide her upstairs to a room at the far end of the hall. He opened the door and she walked in, looking around. Philip shut the door and locked it, slipping his jacket off.

“Whenever I insisted on coming with and got to be an annoyance, my father would send me up here. I don’t understand why he kept bringing me, but-” Philip shrugged.

Theodosia sat in a large chair opposite the bed, motioning for Philip to sit in the chair next to her or on the bed. He chose the chair, turning in it to face her.

“I would like to tell you something. And I need you to be calm and help me. Can you do that for me, Philip?” Theodosia reached for his hand and he took it, nodding. She relaxed a little and thought for a moment before starting.

“Do you remember William? The man I’ve been-”

“I know who he is, Theo,” Philip squeezed her hand. He hadn’t ever been terribly fond of William.

“Well, a few months ago,” Theodosia looked down and bit her lip. “A few months ago my parents were gone on business and I insisted on staying home so I could see him. He visited and wasn’t terribly interested in conversation. Well, completely uninterested, actually. I was trying to talk about one of the cases my father had been working on and he kissed me. And w-we-”

“Theo, plenty of people don’t wait until after their courtship,” Philip tilted his head, giving her a confused look.

“I know they do. Philip I’m pregnant,” Theodosia looked back up at Philip, not sure what to expect.

“I’m sure that happens. You’ll just have to move the wedding.”

“William’s gone,” Theodosia looked back down, her voice weak. “I told him and he left. He can’t handle that shame. So he- he left me with even more. How am I supposed to tell my father? My mother?”

“We’ll think of something. Perhaps William will have a change of heart,” Philip took Theodosia’s other hand, trying to speak reassuringly.

“That’s very unlikely, Philip, and you know that it is. I hate that I did this to my father. This will hurt the public’s view of him. What will happen to his career? All because I was reckless,” she shook her head, her eyes beginning to water. “And my mother worked and fought for her reputation. Just like that it will all be gone.”

“It doesn’t have to be. There is someone else you spend time with. And you were with him a few times around that time-”

“Who? I had outings and lunches with my friends. Philip, girls can’t-” Theodosia laughed uneasily.

“Me, Theo. We tell them I’m the father. They might be angry at first, but they would warm up to it. And our mothers are friendly, they won’t be mad. They can talk sense into our fathers,” Philip nodded to himself, growing more confident with his plan.

“Philip, that would mean marriage. And we didn’t court- there would still be talk. I couldn’t ask you to do that for me,” she shook her head. “It’s too much.”

“I’m offering, Theodosia. I want to. And would being my wife be so awful? We’ve always gotten along and my family has money. You’d be well provided for,” Philip stood and started pacing. Theodosia sat back, watching him closely. A few minutes of silence passed before Theodosia rose from her chair and placed  a hand on Philip’s shoulder, stopping him.

“If you understand what this means. If you are prepared to deal with everything: with our parents, with the talk, with marriage. Only if you are prepared.”

“I understand, Theo. I am more than prepared,” Philip looked down at Theodosia, and for the first time, he seemed like the young man he was to her. She nodded and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest.

“I’m scared, Philip. I don’t want to do this,” she whimpered. Philip wrapped his arms securely around her and pressed a kiss into her hair.

“Everything will be okay. I promise. I’m here. I’ll always be here. But it’s getting late. We should be heading back down,” he rubbed her back and stepped back. Theodosia nodded and smoothed out her dress before straightening Philip’s jacket.

“Then back down we go,” she sighed. Philip opened the door and followed her out and back down to their parents. They very slowly said their goodbyes and made their way out the door.

“We’ve invited the Burrs over. Mr. Burr and I have some business to attend to before the night is over,” Alexander glanced over at Philip and nodded at Theodosia. The families climbed into their respective respective carriages and made their way to the Hamilton home, parents chattering away, children in silence, dreading what was coming.

When they arrived, they piled out and into the house. They sat in the parlor, parents once again chattering away, children once again silent. Plenty of time passed before Philip cleared his and took Theodosia’s hand. Their parents looked at each other in confusion at the two.

“Yes, son?” Alexander spoke with a condescending tone, much to Philip’s distaste.

“We have something to tell you, and we ask that you listen,” Philip said firmly, lacing his fingers together with Theodosia’s. “We’re having a baby.”

Alexander made a noise of surprise and tried to speak, with no success. He glared at Aaron before storming out of the room. Eliza followed, calling his name. A door upstairs slammed shut. Aaron excused himself, leaving only the Theodosias and Philip.

“Mother, I apologize for-” the younger rushed, only to be interrupted.

“You will apologize for nothing. Nor will Philip. I understand a forbidden romance, if you will. Theodosia, you know the circumstances that your father and I were under when we met. He will come around. Philip, I cannot make the same promise to you, but understand that I will be there,” the elder spoke quietly but unwaveringly. “If the two of you are in love, I will do what is in my power to keep you together.” 

“If we’re- y-yes. We are- we are in- in love,” Philip mumbled, glancing up at the ceiling. Theo squeezed his hand, her mother already babbling about plans.


There’s a fine line with humilation. But there’s a line nonetheless. You don’t get to call yourself Daddy if you don’t know how to treat your little. A little is not your emotional and physical fucking punching bag. I’m so sick of wannabes using this lifestyle to control and manipulate young women. A little is supposed to know she’s loved and cared for and nothing else. Ladies know your worth. If you question his intentions, if ever say to yourself “he only does it because he loves me” that’s not love that abuse.

Originally posted by rightstufanime

fightwhilefleeing  asked:

Im hoping you can give a cis girl some guidance. Im in a strange place in my life. My ex (?) & I are taking a break & seeing other people, but may get back together. So Im tryna find nice people on tinder. Ive seen some really cute and interesting trans girls that I'ld like to get to know. In theory I know how not to be an asshole, but dont have any close trans lady friends to confirm. I dont wanna miss out on someone awesome, but Im worried that my inexperience could cause harm. Thoughts?

I guess the core bit of advice is recognize and treat them as women. Make sure you’re mindful of potential biases or learned responses that could challenge that position.

Like, to pull from some discussions I had with a cis lady friend of mine after she’d gone on a few dates with a trans woman for the first time, she noticed that she subconsciously associated certain traits with gender and gendered behaviour. For instance, she’s 5′4″ and the trans woman she dated was 5′11″. For the first few dates, she subconsciously treated that height difference as gendered, and found herself responding physically and socially to that difference the same way she would with men, assuming a more ‘feminine’ role, assuming her date would follow the unspoken ‘male/masculine’ role, feeling confusion, disappointment, and a little distress when her date didn’t respond in the ways she was conditioned to expect, etc.

There’s a lot of small stuff like that that could pop up. Be mindful of things you associate with masculinity, or maleness, whether it’s physical traits, behaviours, or situations. There’s a good chance that a trans woman would not comply with the standards, and might be put off if she suspects that there are such expectations. I know I got really tired really quickly of cis women assuming I’d be comfortable with them considering me more masculine of the both of us back when I used to consider cis women as part of my dating pool. I got really tired of being pushed into roles and expectations associated with men just because I was taller, or had a deeper voice, or was less curvy, or whatever. 

Of course, some trans women may be comfortable with it. We do come in a wide range, and I know plenty of butch trans women who are game for a lot of that stuff, and are fine with helping dates adjust their mindsets appropriately if needed. 

But yeah, there’s a lot of social and romantic cues out there that are tied to and apply binarist genders and expressions to bodies, behaviours, situations, etc. as a means to provide shortcut to social and romantic relationships. Do your best to be mindful of any responses you might have linked to those, and don’t be shy to get to know these women and what they’re like, what they’re comfortable with, etc.

So yeah, I mean, treat us as the women we are. Be mindful of hetero/cisnormative baggage you might be carrying. Learn about her and let her show you who she is.

Best of luck!