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the best thing that we can do right now to fight for abortion rights is donating to your local abortion fund, especially in states with “trigger laws” or laws that will immediately take harsh measures to shut down abortion rights as soon as roe is overturned. If you don’t know your local abortion fund or states with trigger laws, here’s one in Texas, one in Louisiana, one in Georgia, one in West Virginia and one in Mississippi (all states with such “trigger laws”). There’s so many more beyond the handful i just listed here but times like these are the time to donate and support the incredible work that these organizations do for their communities. 

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Finally!! Part 2 of the stalking game is here! Im a very slow writer and my editor has a busy life so thank you for waiting for my dingy little story!

Warnings: mentions of previous stalking, and a little bit of smut!

Sticky.

That’s the first thing Steve feels when his eyes slide open. He almost wishes this was new.

He can't stop thinking about that night, waking up with spunk in his night shorts and his heart beating a mile a minute. Some dame liked him, liked him enough to stick him up and demand his cock...but then she goes and demands he forget everything!

He could never forget how hot and wet her mouth was. Not in a million years. Could never forget the sounds she made as she sucked on him, moaning like he was spilling a malt shake from his tip.

He wanted to tell her sorry for grabbing her hair like that. Wanted to apologize for goin’ so hard in her mouth. She'd sounded a little hoarse when she spoke after, before she started runnin’ away.

He'd followed after, or tried to after he got his pants from 'round his knees, but she was long gone--only an echo of footsteps. Times like that made him ache with envy; he knew his weak body wasn’t up to a chase.

Steve was drivin’ Bucky crazy lately. After weeks of getting caught spacin’ out, Steve finally confessed, turning red as a fire engine. Bucky clapped him so hard on his back he had a coughing fit.

Bucky sat down, pulling a bottle of whisky out of his coat and grinning. "A little odd yeah, but a fella oughta celebrate gettin his first blowie--and in public at that! Steve, you dog!"

“Celebrating,” as Bucky deemed it, was getting Steve piss drunk and laughing at him. That was the plan until Steve kept rantin’ and ravin’ about this mystery gal who drained his heart and his balls.

The more Bucky listened to his punk friend, the more a few flickers of memory began to take hold: images of white fabric stretched over brown skin. He was too drunk to do more than laugh at his punk friend that night, but as the morning sun glared through the kitchen window the next day, the memory came back to him clearly. Bucky turned to Steve, who was already three sheets to the wind. "Hey, Stevie, this girl a yours... She a spade?"

"I dont know, Buck! It was dark! " he slurred with a strong grip on his cheap hooch. "What i wouldn't give to do it again. I shoulda grabbed her...Shoulda turned her over my knee and gave her the spanking her daddy never could.... She has the nicest ass, Buck! It bounced when she.... When she ran away..." He began to ramble then, taking another deep swig of his only comfort.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky thought back awhile ago. He remembered seeing some colored gal in their neighborhood, which was odd enough, but seeing her almost stare a hole in the back of Steve's head was even odder. He had seen her a few more times here and there, which at first put him at ease. Maybe she had a job there? But he soon realized she always had an eye on Steve and if she ever caught eyes with Bucky, she would scurry away. He couldnt remember her face exactly, but it was a bit of a stretch, a fella having two stalkers.

Bucky wrestled the bottle of hooch from the smaller man and was met with a slurred protest, but it had to be done. He'd had nearly half the bottle drowning his sorrows, and for a man of his size that was more than enough.

"Listen to me, ya little drunkard! I may have seen this girl 'a yours before."

Steve didn't remember much about that night, but he when he heard Bucky's rushed words about the colored gal he'd seen watching him, he was positive: it had to be her!

Brooklyn was big enough on its own, but extending his search to Harlem now made the task of finding her even more impossible. Laying back down on his bed with a huff, he pulled his treasure out from under his almost flat pillow, one of the scarves she'd tied his arms together with. Bringing it to his nose, he could still catch a faint whiff of vanilla and another mysterious scent.

He wasn't giving up! One day he'd find her! What he would do then, he had no clue, but it didnt sit right with him letting this go. She'd made him a man, given him the gift of her mouth and hands, and stolen his heart all in one night. He'd find her...and return the favor.

Even when the news about the war hit and the great drafting began, he never forgot. Even when Dr. Erskine changed his life and made him into a man any woman would fawn over, Steve never forgot.

Determined not to let her slip away, Steve tightened his grip on the girl's wrist. Finally he had her! He felt a savage sense of pride, and he was grinning like a maniac while dragging her along to his private tent. Being Captain America had its perks. Glancing back, he could see her face through her loosened hair. She looked half frightened and half disbelieving. He could only grin harder and pick up the pace. His tent was placed near the edge of their encampment closest to the trees, and when they reached the front flap, he all but tore it open to toss her onto his plush little cot. She bounced a bit and tried to right herself, but he was on her before she could even turn over.

Grabbing her wrists in just one of his huge hands, he reached beaneath his pillowed and pulled out a scrap of fabric. He secured her wrists to the wooden bedposts and took a moment to look her over. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared, but it didn't detract much from her looks. His dame was a looker.

As her chest heaved against her nurses uniform, he couldn't help but remember how they had felt pressed against him their first night together. Same with her riot of bunched up curls. Twining his fingers into her hair, he ignored her sqwauking and grabbed a fistful. Leaning down to sniff at her ended any remaining doubts. Her hair carried the same scent as the scarves she'd left that night. He had draped the bits of fabric over his face as he rubbed one out so many nights; he would know that smell anywhere.

"I know you remember me, honey, just the same way I couldn't forget you," he rasped into her ear. "You dont know what you did to me that night. You changed me, honey. And then you ran away. Wasn't very nice of you. Today you can't run away though. It's my turn, doll."

Her eyes widened. " I.... I don't know what your talkin' about, Captain, Sir, I swear! I-"

"My buddy saw you, doll. Watching me. Followin' me. Scamperin' around like a scared alley cat. No need to lie to me, sugar pie."

She stopped jabberin' and her eyes got even bigger. He couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips. She looked ready to bolt, and he had no doubt she'd've tried if he hadn't tied her down first thing. Her lips trembled and her eyes started to water.

For a minute he wondered how she must feel. She'd gone goofy over him when he was no taller than her and couldn't so much as hold a bucket of water.

Now he was massive compared to her--a real big six. But he'd put his little bunny's fears to rest. He was the same ol' Steve, just bigger and more capable. He'd show her just how capable, too.

Stroking her face gently to calm her, he used a thumb to wipe away a tear. "You treated me real good that night, sugar. I'm not gonna hurt you for givin' me a gift like that. I just want a chance to return the favor is all."

Sitting up on his knees, he loomed over her and could almost hear her heart skip a beat. She looked so small like this, not the vixen of his dreams, but more like an angelic gift from above. His ma had raised him to appreciate all the gifts of the good lord, and she wouldn't be any different.

Holding her thighs open, he gazed at her secret place. Her little honey pot was over flowing and leaving spots of wetness on his sheets. He glanced up at her and smirked a bit; it was finally his turn to return the favor. Bucky had told him one time about a thing he did for special dames. How it drove 'em wild and made them shiver outta their drawers the next time he'd see 'em.

Well, his girl was special, and the aroma coming off her sweet southern lips was mouthwatering already. Giving her one last glance, he dipped his head and gave his first lick. The screech she let out could have scared Earth off its axis. "Quiet down, doll! Won't look too good if anyone comes snoopin', and I'll be damed if I don't get my turn."

He was done talkin'. Using one of his thumbs to part her lips, he licked and sucked to his heart's content. Touching her little button made her buck into his face, and sticking his tongue inside her made her thighs fall open.

He was in heaven. His groans got louder as he slid his hands under her and cupped her soft cheeks, bringing her even closer to his mouth. He drank from her like a thirsty pup.

A sharp pain from his head made him look up. She'd managed to squirm a wrist free and was attempting to hold his head in place. "Inside. Put your fingers inside me. Please...Stevie!" Hearing her shudder out his name like that lit a fire in him.

"I'll do you one better, doll," he rasped out. Setting her back down, he quickly spun her around so she layed on her stomach and her gorgeous ass faced up. Palming her cheeks again, he couldn't help but give her a little slap and watch her flesh move.

He dropped a hand to his fly, undid it, and shimmied his pants down. He remembered another little gift of hers and chuckled, "Last time you told me I shoulda warned you about my cock, well, doll, this is your warning. ALL of me went through a change."

She shivered and looked back over her shoulder. He was already impressive before his sudden growth spurt., but now she couldn't help the flash of fear that ran through her as she looked at his intimidating length.

She remembered licking at her fingers for another taste of him after she'd run away. Waking up from her throes of rapture, she had dreamed of getting him inside her. She steeled herself, and as she sent up a quick prayer for gentleness, she arched her back. She looked back and met his eyes.

"Go ahead and ruin me, Captain Rogers. I've been your girl far longer than you know. Don't keep me waiting anymore, please."

A sharp slap on her ass made her yelp again before steve's large hand came to cover her mouth. Sending a sharp slap to both of her cheeks again he let out a shuddering sigh as he groped her squeezed her ass.

Raining a few more slaps down he shook himself a bit, she that was just as soft as he had imagined. Pulling his hand from her mouth he gripped her hips and teased his tip against her soft wet little cunt.

"Doll baby you don't know what you just did do ya? Your working me up so much, showin' me this gorgeous ass and offering yourself up like that? I'd be a sinner and an idiot not to take what my girls givin' to me"

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So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

My Angel: II

Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve’s attention. 

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con. dark!Bucky

Notes: Here’s part 2!! I hope you enjoy it! Please reblog, like, comment, and follow me for more :) 

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through. The sheets wrapped securely around your body. Stretching, you made your way to get dressed for another day of recon. 

Making your way to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before heading to the lobby to take advantage of the free breakfast and coffee. Just then you hear someone groan. 

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyheads. Gotta whole day of recon ahead of us.” You cheerfully said as you walked downstairs. 

You decided you weren’t going to let Bucky seeing your body ruin this mission. Every one has a body, it’s just you put yours out on fully display for the person who hates you the most. Running back to the room, both boys were up and ready to get going. 

“How was breakfast, did they have your favorite apple juice.” Bucky teased again. He honestly has no right to be talking to you like that considering a mere few hours ago he was jerking off to your ass and pussy. 

“Ha ha very funny Barnes, should’ve been a comedian instead of a soldier.” You jabbed back while heading to the car.

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Today was more serious, you were posted back on on your usual spot just waiting for any suspicious activity, but nothing. Until, you see a man giving the infamous Hydra gesture to a woman running a bakery.

That’s odd.

You figure you might as well call it in. At least Sam and Bucky can track someone down. 

Sam and Bucky were posted outside the bakery waiting for their guy to come out. They knew that one slip up would be enough to take the agents out. It was basically confirmed that this was Hydra territory.

“You wanna do the honors or should I?” Bucky asks Sam.

“Please, after me.” Sam get up and busts through the door.

Fucking show off. 

Bucky cocks his gun ready to fight.

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Not y’all missing the point of the bank scene and the scene with the introduction of the new Cap AND acting like Sam’s storyline is boring and Mackie can’t act.

It was racism, dummy. Racism is why they didn’t get the loan and why the government didn’t ask Sam to be Cap. AND Racism is why y’all are saying that Sam’s storyline isn’t as interesting, and racism is why you’re all pretending that Mackie can’t act. Mackie who went to Juilliard. Mackie who has played a wide range of roles. Please shut the fuck up, before y’all embarrass yourselves any further.

It Happened-Chapter 5: Adventure Time

Word Count: 1818

You had spoken to Fury over the phone before leaving, letting him know that you would need to be off duty for a while due to your pregnancy. You had decided against telling him about your leaving the compound. You figured the less people that knew, the better. The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stood on end, at the thought of one the many enemies the Avengers have faced, finding out about you carrying Captain America’s child. You shook the thought from your head, knowing you would die before you would allow anyone to harm the offspring of you and Steve.

As you headed out of your bedroom, you were slightly disappointed when you saw that Steve wasn’t there to see you off. You steeled yourself in the fact that you and he needed to think things through to make sure the baby would be raised in a safe & healthy environment. You looked around the room one last time, and a good memory swam to the front of your thoughts. Smiling to yourself over the pleasant reminder, you opened the door to leave and almost ran smack into Wanda. Your eyes darted to her hands, that were holding her own luggage. Your smile faltered as you realized that she wanted to come with you. “Wanda, I think you should stay here. The team can’t afford to have us both gone.” Wanda shook her head in disagreement, “Y/N, the next couple of months are going to be a trying time for you. Are you sure you want do it alone?” “Yes, Wanda I’m sure. I just need some time to figure everything out, I won’t be gone long. Plus I’ll check in with you often and keep our mental connection open so that you can pop in on me whenever you want.” Wanda looked at you unconvinced, “Promise?” You held out your pinky to your sister from another mister, as a sign of good faith. You both tightly clenched your pinkies together, swearing to keep in touch until your return. After sharing a tight hug, you turned away and headed for the garage. You dumped your belongings into your Black Audi TTS Coupe, hopping into the driver’s seat you started the engine as a quick reminder ran across your mind. Courtesy of ever nosy Tony Stark, every car in the compounds garage had tracking equipment placed on them, for just in case reasons per Pre-HYDRA, SHIELD protocol. You knew if you left them in, Steve or Bucky would easily be able to find you if they wanted to. You hopped out and made quick work of snatching out every tracker that you knew of in your car. You walked over and placed them on Steve’s motorcycle, you then looked down at your cell phone knowing that the one in your phone couldn’t be removed. You placed it on the bike with the other trackers and hopped back into your car. Revving the engine, you exited the garage and put the compound, your teammates, Bucky, and Steve in your rearview mirror to quickly drift away. * * * Steve, Natasha and Bucky were still seated in your and Steve’s apartment at a stalemate when FRIDAY broke the awkward silence. “Captain Rogers, your wife has exited the compound.” Steve blew out the breath he unknowingly held, “FRIDAY, can you turn on the trackers in her car and cell phone. I at least want to know where she is, in case of an emergency.” Natasha began to shake her head knowingly when FRIDAY uttered a quick response to Steve’s request. “I’m sorry Captain, but she removed the trackers before leaving, they are currently located on your bike along with Mrs. Rogers cell phone.” Bucky began to chuckle lightly, bringing Steve and Natasha’s attention to him. “What is so damn funny?” Steve said to the man, his voice unable to hide his annoyance. “You are Steve,” Buck replied with a smug grin. “…for being the amateur that you are at tracking Y/N. That’s what’s funny.” He stood and puffed out his chest slightly, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Y/N’s locket tracker.” “Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” The A.I. had a holographic screen presented, showing a blue-colored dot moving at a steady pace along the New York state outskirts. Steve stared at the man in shock, “You had a tracker put on my wife?” Bucky’s metal arm plates began to shift, annoyance clear on his face, “NO, I put a tracker into my girlfriend’s locket before you stole her from me!” The two men glared at each other across the coffee table. Natasha had, had enough of the testosterone volleying through the room. “Okay, we’ve already established that you both are very overprotective of Y/N. Can you two hash out your issues now?” Steve and Bucky looked away from each other, their faces still holding stern looks. Natasha sighed slightly at their stubbornness. “If you two don’t find some middle ground to agree on and move forward, I don’t see this ending well for everyone.” Both men looked at her in annoyance, knowing that she was right. They turned their glares back to one another. Steve huffed out a breath and spoke first. “Why Buck? Why Y/N? You could have any woman in the world, you already have one of the best.” Steve glanced briefly at Natasha, giving her a soft smile. His gaze returned to his best friend, “Why are you trying to steal my wife?” Bucky slid forward and leaned across the table, facing Steve. “I told you before, she was mine and you stole her first.” Steve scrunched his face up in disgust, “Buck, do you hear yourself right now?” As the two men began to quarrel loudly over one another, Natasha stepped in once again. “STOP!”, she yelled. The men’s discussion had ceased, but they continued to stare at one another. “You two are still arguing, instead of trying to understand one another. Let’s not go over what we already know. You two need to come to an agreement on what’s going to happen from here on out.” Natasha walked over to where Steve was sitting. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she moved her mouth near his neck and kissed him gently there, feeling Steve’s body tense up. She looked back up at James, his eyes barely hiding their glare at his wife’s actions. She whispered into Steve’s ear, knowing James’s serum enhanced hearing would hear her message loud and clear. “Didn’t your mothers ever teach you two how to share?”, she winked at her husband. Steve looked up at Natasha with confusion spread across his face. She rolled her eyes at him and walked around to the front of his chair, taking a seat in his lap. “James, you had every intention of including Y/N in our relationship, if she had agreed to it. And we all know Steve clearly still wants to sleep with me.” She watched as his eyes searched the floor as if the answer were located there. Natasha turned her attention back to Steve “Y/N gave you permission to have sex with me.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and looked at him questioningly, “Why can’t we all just share?” Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, at a loss for words. He looked over to his friend and saw that Bucky looked to be giving Natasha’s idea actual thought. As if it was only a passing thought, Bucky’s eyes quickly fell back on to his wife. “And you think that I am just going to allow you to sleep with Steve? So, he can take you from me, too?” Natasha shook her head, “James you are not allowing me to do anything, Y/N is ok with Steve and I sleeping together. You clearly aren’t going to let Y/N go, you have to be able to give and take.” “S…ss...so, we’d all be sleeping together?” Steve questioned Natasha, his cheeks turning slightly pink under her gaze. “We don’t have to make it a group thing if you don’t want to, but we can be with each other whenever we want, sort of like an open relationship, except it’s only open to the 4 of us. Think about it Steve, I know you and Y/N have some things to work out once she comes back, but do you honestly want to not be with her anymore?” Steve shook his head, he didn’t want Y/N to leave in the first place, much less to divorce the present love of his life. Now that he knew they were expecting a child, it only reinforced that for him, he had absolutely no intention of leaving his wife. He still couldn’t explain the sexual desire that pulled him to Natasha, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut instead of rambling about it to Sharon. He’d hoped that telling the woman would keep her from coming on to him while he was at her residence, but it only seemed to slightly stall the blond. Natasha could read from his eyes that he was going to go along with it, she then turned back to her husband. “So, James, are you willing to comply?” He gave a firm nod to his wife, letting her know he would allow her to sleep with Steve. Bucky got up and walked over to where she and Steve sat. He bent slightly and gave her a deep lingering kiss on the lips, as Steve looked on. Rubbing his thumb gently across the apple of her cheek, he then gave a nod of okay to Steve as he stalked out of the room. He thought back to what Natasha had mentioned earlier about “giving and taking”. He would need to give a little in order to get what he really wanted…YOU, he wouldn’t be completely ok until you were back at the compound, safe in his arms. He still loved you, as much as he loved his wife, she understood his desire for you. Natasha had still agreed to marry him, even with the knowledge that one day, it would be the three of you sharing a bed. James hadn’t accounted for Steve to interfere with his plans, but now he knew that getting you to leave Steve would be extremely difficult, if not impossible. Unless you personally made the decision yourself, he would have to accept the terms as they were. He made it to his and Natasha’s bedroom and shut the door. Taking out his phone, he pulled up your tracker, seeing that you had stopped only two hours away. He knew it was probably just a temporary stop. He decided then, not to allow Steve or his wife to be a distraction from keeping watch over you. He would bring you home if it was the last thing that he did.

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With many comic book fans misattributing Captain America images, this infographic provides a helpful way to tell who’s behind the shield — Bucky or Steve? 🤔

In response to the ugly kink-shaming post that’s been going around... Milky-Maid-Library has the genius response.

I refuse to reblog it because the post was shit. It was built with malice and a need to provoke and shame. She was giddy with excitement over the furor she created, which I find pathetic.

What I DID want to share - and I hope this is okay with my sweet milky-maid - is  HER response. This young woman is a survivor of abuse and speaks with a stunning level of intelligence and logic. I read the whole thing with my mouth open. Please read and I hope you find the same feeling of genius and understanding from her that I did.

milky-maid-library

Let’s break down the issues I had with this post 🤷‍♀️ :Warning: mentions of abuse, rape, force and impregnation, abortion, Stockholm syndrome, dark Fanfiction writing, 18+ content. Discourse and argument response, controversial opinions.

“What the hell is wrong with the community?” This is my favourite comment because it really starts us off with the writers opinions in a blunt manner, we can clearly see the distress and discomfort that Dark Fanfictions and related subjects they are feeling. This will come into play later however when using the word ‘Community’.

“I’m scrolling through Tumblr in search for some well-written fic with my favorite characters and all I see is fics that are starting with warnings such as: dark!fic, non-con, degradation, possessive behavior, breeding kink, non-con/rape (like WTF!!!???), forced pregnancy (is that turning people on?!!), daddy kink (ugh), and all the other…you get the idea. And I’m wondering, what the hell happened to people?”

These tags are daunting, that’s an appropriate word, yes. The OP is not aroused by what the outside world would describe as appropriate, normal, and acceptable. However, these are fanfictions that are written, they are made for many reasons; number 1 is usually called ‘shock’ and ‘risk’ factor.

·         Dark!fic -a dark fanficition has been designed so that when we watch a film or read a book and edit a character, we can deglamourize the perfect individual or we can increase the villainy title depending on the location, time and character we are editing.

·         Degradation – degrading, humiliating and insulting a person is actually exhilarating for some couples in consensual sex. it is very popular in the bdsm community.

·         possessive behavior – this falls under the yandere, kidnapper or plain old possessive troupe of an individual, couples who do not trust one another or very very concerned person who provide signs of concern that might be rejected by their partner; the definition of a true unhealthy relationship.

·         breeding kink and forced pregnancy (is that turning people on?!!)– many people have held onto the yee ancient tradition of blood lines, to imagine you are carrying a baby who might change the world, or is the baby of someone who is great and powerful and brings you a supply of stability in life can bring others honour. To be a mother is a honourable thing, and to many mothers or wish to be mothers they can feel prideful knowing their favourite character is going to give them life/a baby. For many as well, a baby can be a sign of ‘claiming’. Like “aaa yes, you are mine and I am yours and with a baby we can be officially forever.” Forced pregnancy is clearly known as rape, unconsentually implanted baby. The factor or risk is what motivates the attraction; of course something that shouldn’t be practised in reality.

·         non-con/rape (like WTF!!!???) this of course is a tricky and of course touchy subject to many. Rape is awful and those who do rape should be charged and justice should be served! BUT I will going into detail why this and many perverse tags should not be demonized when writing fanfiction – key word today is fiction.

·         daddy kink (ugh) Daddy kink and ddlg community is a kink community, it should never be practised without the consent of two adults. This is a tag I will defend until I die and I’m actually not in their community! :D

Exposure therapy is a tool in psychological therapy that targets those who suffer from a deep range of anxiety designed by trauma. The concept is simple but it should not be practised on all victims of abuse or those who suffer with anxiety…exposure therapy is to expose the client/victim to the same source or similar source without the affects to cause real danger.  Source: https://www.apa.org/ptsd-guideline/patients-and-families/exposure-therapy Source: APA Div. 12 (Society of Clinical Psychology)

This technique is also shown in many books and movies where a character has to face the thing they fear the most: A very comical example is a scene from Harry Potter: the prisoner of Azkaban; the children line up in front of an enchanted closet where inside is a creature known as a ‘boggart’ and a boggart is a shape shifter but it shape shifts only into peoples fears. A character named Neville was terrified of a teacher at the school, so the boggart turned itself into the intimidating teacher and began marching towards him- Neville with his magic wand transforms the teacher’s clothes into something Neville’s old grandmother would wear, causing Neville and the class to laugh. (Note: this however did not work for our main character Harry Potter until later when he felt he was in a secure and comfortable setting with Professor Lupin.)

The same can be surprisingly said about Dark fanfictions. A real life person can confront their traumas and their past fears by writing or reading through them and be aware at the same time that they are in a safe environment and have the option to close the book, turn off the computer or block the tags that involve the triggering events. It isn’t for everyone, but it is an outlet for others and should not be shamed.

By reading rape stories, it can bring a real-world rape survivor reader to conquer in their self, especially if the character experiencing the abuse claps back on their abuser and gets revenge and on rare cases if their abuser isn’t brought to justice sometimes the abuser with ‘turn good’ which-yes in reality is a big flag- but it brings the reader a sense of peace that they will no longer be hurt.

I highly am oppose those who take written fanfiction with these warnings and practise them, believing it is appropriate behaviour.

For those who have not experienced a shred of assault, they enjoy the dystopia thriller, it is gasp worthy and the blood vessels move. This is a situation of escapism also, they will find the world stressful and when they whip out these sinister words they will have a sense of humbleness that their real life isn’t actually “that bad” and will only focus on one thing in this situation, “getting out alive.” And then there are the cases where we love to read about a good character/reader crumbling.

“Fanfiction used to be about expanding borders of our imagination, about creativity, writing our own stories with the characters we love, it used to be written with care to the smallest details, engaging with multilayered characters and plot. It was about building on the known lore but with the addition of our own take on it. Characters were treated with care and genuine respect. Fanfiction writers cared about their work and source material.”

This is very true until you said “Characters were treated with care and genuine respect.” I don’t believe I have read a fanfiction where a character was treated fairly with care or respect, unless it was a fluffy oneshot. These are characters and we are allowed to hate and love them as much as we want, for good and bad reasons. I’m not going into it but I will off hand mention that the Loki stan community is still fighting on whether he is a good or bad boy.

“Sadly lately more and more I see stuff that is well…pure porn. Which butchers our beloved characters for a sake of some dark fantasy.” ….sis, you know you can block the dark fic, porn, smut tags right?

“I’m sorry, I do get that this is a FANfiction but pains me when writers take e.g. Steve Rogers aka Captain America, aka one the purest and most noble and virtuous characters in pop culture, and turn him into the rapist and sadist. Same story with Dean Winchester, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Wayne, John Wick freaking Peter Parker. Like guys, come on!!  Let’s strip away all that is good and pure and noble about these characters and turn them into abusers.”

(I think someone hasn’t met Nomad Steve) jokes aside I see this argument that these characters that are inherently good are taken and their characters are twisted…but its fanfiction and you even said it yourself fanfiction is about expanding our imaginations and about building onto lore; but many enjoy designing their own lore in fanfiction too and if that means making Captain America into a monster, so be it.

(also: Dean Winchester was a sexy Demon, Bucky Barnes was the sexy winter soldier, Bruce Wayne is a deep voiced rich white boy with a traumatic childhood, John Wick killed almost everyone on screen because he sought money or revenge. Peter Parker is legit the only character who is 100% Pure and noble?… just saying. I don’t usually like Peter Parker fics usually because he’s a child and some writers forget or refuse to reveal his age when they write him as a sex machine; but when they specify, and I’d say infinity war would fuck up a lot of characters mentally even if they came after the blip. Different argument for a different day)

“Why? Is morality not trendy in 2021? Is that what we became?” Sorry but this sounds like someone who watches Abigail Shapiro… idk I swear I heard her say something like that years ago.

“I’m the kind of person who is fascinated by people, truly interested in psychology and sociology and stuff I see lately baffles me.” That is something you should be proud of, but I’m amazed you decided it was okay to shame writers and readers who make and read these outlets? Someone who delves into these subjects surely would understand that everyone processes the world differently and that not all cases are the same but rather in sub-groups and those groups should be respected.

“I’m scrolling through and reading some of the aforementioned fanfiction (research) and I cannot help but wonder what happened to us? When people got so dark and twisted? When did we lose our virtues?”

This is actually a wonderful comment, because it is clear that you have been sheltered from different forms of literature and history. People have always been dark and twisted. Most of history is build on two popular items Ultimate good and Ultimate evil. We look at famous people for their positives and negatives and how these positively or negatively impacted the world, society and history.

When did we lose our virtues? Virtues are surprisingly a social construct. Virtues are behaviour showing high moral standards. Moral standards change all the time, one upon a time women weren’t allowed to wear revealing clothes at the beach, now we wear bikinis happily and freely- once upon a time it was considered a man’s ultimate right to have sex with his wife, now that is called domestic abuse and rape. Morals change over time.

And lets make a note that these fanfictions are not the cause of changing morality, it is people who choose to do things in real life that change morals of real life.  

“Often I see warnings related to lack of consent/rape/forced pregnancy. Is that really turns you on guys? If yes, damn!! you really need to work on your self-esteem!”

Understand that most of these Darkfictions are including the role of power play or differences in power dynamic, this reflects back to exposure therapy. Some readers enjoy a space in which they will feel helpless but they know that they are safe the moment they take their eyes off the page of words.  Self-esteem is determined by the confidence in one owns worth or abilities; self-respect. I find that criticizing what people find attractive in a fictional world and then insulting them by suggesting their own level of real world self-love and respect is not adequate to your standards is unfair, rude and unnecessarily said.

“I know it’s just fanfiction, just a fantasy but often than not fanfiction writers use the pronoun you in their work. You really fantasize about being abused, treated like a piece of shit, like a worthless thing, talk down, forced to do things you don’t want to do, raped, impregnated by force? Really?”

So usually fanfic writers will use the pronouns You or code words like (Y/N)=Your Name. this is to be inclusive to anyone or all to those that read the piece. It also allows the reader to feel more in depth and a part of the story. Some people struggle to feel empathy and therefore by reading it as if they are the character the traumatic effects will be easier to feel and relate. It might sound simply just writing You and (Y/N) but there’s a deeper part to which we can all connect. I don’t remember the source unfortunately but Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins was originally written as You and (Y/N) then it was edited to be Katniss Everdeen in a first person overview of the story.

Do people want to be “abused, treated like a piece of shit, like a worthless thing, talk down, forced to do things you don’t want to do, raped, impregnated by force”? Not in real life of course, but the power dynamic of losing all your power (which is where exposure therapy comes in) is considered thrilling. This is where we look at BDSM which is an overlapping abbrevation of Bondage and Discipline (BD), Dominance and Submission (DS), Sadism and Masochism (SM). BDSM is about consent and yes lots of the darkfictions do not portray consent. I think what is thrilling in BDSM is knowing others can be hurt and pleasured but still be safe; like I keep saying with a dark fic you can look away or block the tag.

“I am a rape victim, it wasn’t a dark alleyway, it was a man who I loved, and let me tell you this sisters, THERE IS NOTHING GLAMOURUSE IN BEING RAPED OR USED BY A MAN WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT.”

You are a survivor and we are happy and blessed you survived that terrible event. Whether it was committed by a stranger or the person you love most in the world does not and will not change what happened to you. Rape and Abuse should not be glamourised in the real world.

My argument is most of these darkfics are not glamourising the rape, they glamourise the power of the character and what they have over us ‘helpless’ readers.

Also, very controversial of me…Please don’t use the “I was raped” card as an excuse, it devalues the message you were making; you don’t know what other men and women like me and other writers have experienced. Your “I was raped” card is just as useful as my “I was abused as a child” card which makes no difference to either of our arguments. Whether you are raped or abused does not uplift your status in knowledge or understanding or experience of the situation as all types of rape and abuse are different. Thankyou. However yet again I say that no one and you did not deserves to be raped or hurt in that manner, what happened to you was not okay and I do hope you got justice and are able to find a productive outlet to express your trauma.

“I get that people have different fantasies, I do understand that.” I wont lie, this really annoyed me because you clearly do not understand that others have differences by the nature of your post.

“And it’s not like I’m a prude, I enjoy a bit of kink. But these tags…it’s just shocking.”….Shock and risk factor is what make the fanfiction more enticing to read, it’s as if it’s the whole point…. The knowledge that we will expect taboo at any moment is heart pumping like a horror film.

“In a world where women are loudly fighting for equality of opportunity, equality in the workplace, equality of payment of jobs accessibility here on Tumblr women are subjects of their abusive men.”

This is edging the boundary of counteractive feminism. This message in depth would come off as almost 2nd wave feminism which in this blog we do not accept -> keep moving modern day feminism. But I think I see the heart and passion OP is trying to provide us. My thoughts are however, Men who read these Darkfics and use it as an excuse to rape, abuse or harass like ‘this is what whores want these days.’ Is disgusting and it is the man who is to blame, not the writer! If you cannot tell the difference between the necessity of reality’s consent and darkfic abuse; you need to take off that red hat, wipe the sweat off your face and read about human rights.

“Where is logic in that? In my country, women and men started huge manifestations because our government forbidden by law any type of abortion no matter what…here on Tumblr we write about forced impregnation.” Again, there’s a huge difference between reality and fiction. Also, just remember that some forced pregnancy darkfics highlight the very points on the struggles of women deciding abortion and in addition, how to go about it safely or consider unsafe methods. I think it is a great way to notify and expose us to real life events and how we should promote pro-abortion and support planned parenthood for it’s birth control education.  

“When did we swapped writing about strong female characters, writing to inspire ourselves and our readers for writing about women who are being abused by and subjected to men? Why?”

The fact that you believe abused women are not strong is loud enough I think….Just because she has been abused and broken doesn’t mean she can’t get back on her feet and fight back. I LOVE reading fanfictions where a character suffering from Stockholm syndrome is met back with civilisation and needs to conquer the fears instilled into her and then when she confronts the person who caused her this suffering she is able to walk away knowing she is better and stronger than what they’d tell her.

“Am I the only one who finds this: Better than this:”

1.       those are movies.

2.       The examples you used for your ‘bad’ version are from movies that I believe need to have warnings are the beginning in the starting credits. 365 DNI is as bad as Fifty shades and that is something I’ll stand by until my death too.

3.       The examples you used for your ‘good’ version, are actually not good because: Tony Stark is a womanizer who sleeps with his employee, Steve Trevor and Mr. Darcy are lying manipulators, and- Hans and Leia have a canon confirmed bad relationship which is why they decided to separate. – but despite these red flags, you still want to romanticise them…it is just the same that darkfic writers want to take good characters and give them shit qualities to motivate the main characters story plot.

When you shame a community of writers for what they write, it’ll cause backlash. If you had read some of those fics you could just as easily analysed why they were inappropriate and you probably would’ve gotten brownie points, but the fact you group all writers in the community and then tell them “How dare you write that! This is poor writing, where are the good writers? What has happened to our pure writers?” is so unconstructive, immature and unfair. Writers and the world around them change a lot and so some will adapt to the changes differently.

 I suggest a few things to you so we on tumblr don’t hurt your moral compass further:

·         You can block tags on Tumblr: https://tumblr.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/115015814708-Tag-filtering

·         I suggest Archive Of Our Own and then using the filter tool there too.

·         If you use wattpad, I heard that you can adjust preferences: https://support.wattpad.com/hc/en-us/articles/360039664431-Adjusting-your-Content-Preferences

Love you, Milky-Maid…

#look y’all can hate me but it is what it is

#I just felt this needed to be made apparent

#discourse

#I think she made excellent argument that many fanfics are violent and that can be triggering especially if there’s no warning tags

#put tags in

#put warning tags in

#warning

#tw rape

#tw kidnapping

#tw stockholm syndrome

#tw abuse

#trauma tag

#tw trauma

#disagreement

#debate

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