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terfs would lose their minds if they were exposed to 2000s-2010s "a girl can do anything a boy can do, including beating them at sports" messaging like why are you all acting like nobody has ever said this and that it's radical to think that women aren't inherently worse at things. open your mind. read some feminist theory. touch some grass. the most basic banal middle-class white woman feminism of the 2010s looks fucking radical and visionary compared to the misogynistic victimization complex y'all are peddling

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Happy Mpreg Monday

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I wish they could invent a medical device that temporarily transfers your symptoms and pain to the doctor treating you and it worked like a shock collar. “I think light exercise would-.” and then bam they’re rolling around the floor clutching their stomach in agony and dry heaving.

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Orgasm denial but in the same way people talk about the moon landing being faked

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Me, age 10, doing an essay on the pharaoh’s curse for school: huh. So this archeologist that died and everyone thought it was because he disturbed the pharaoh’s tomb actually died because he used a rusty razor to shave and it infected a mosquito bite. I can see how people could come to that conclusion, but it is a bit silly

Me, today, shaving my mosquito bite-ridden legs: I must tread carefully lest I incur the pharaoh’s wrath

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I can't stop watching this- it's been stuck on loop for 4 hours. Somebody- help me.

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they're very blorbo to me

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this is just for and by the girlies

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upsetting myself thinking about what those first few days back in Avernus would be like

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..Excuse me I need to go lie down.

Twunk Wyll my beloved.

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vampire wyll

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i hate when rich people condescend with the whole 'money can't buy happiness' argument like listen. just because buying your fourth car didn't fill the void in your deluded disconnected-from-reality life doesn't mean not having to worry about food/ bills/medicine wouldn't greatly improve the mental health of literally everyone else on the planet

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as a severely mentally ill 14 year old, I remember thinking “the medical system would treat me better if I was physically ill and not mentally ill” and then I coincidentally developed multiple chronic illnesses and found out that actually they dgaf even when you’re essentially bedridden

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Not enough insecure sterek fics out there. What don’t you people understand about me wanting my favorite characters to absolutely hate themselves

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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I literally do not feel ashamed in the slightest for getting social services because the government is wasting half of my tax money on fighter jets like why should I feel guilty for getting free stuff when this country is keeping Boeing in business on purpose

And I don’t feel like brave despite the shame or anything like no I’m bragging about it and also I think everyone should get this. Like I get free prescriptions and free food man you wish you had that. Get mad at the guys not giving it to you, not me for getting it.

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Stiles hates this.

Not the part where Derek smiles at him across the room. Not the part where Derek leans close during pack meetings, low voice and faint smirk making his stomach flutter. Not even the part where they spar and Derek always, always lets him win.

No. Stiles hates the not knowing.

Because Derek’s kind. Patient. Warmer than anyone gives him credit for. But he's also unreadable - walls of stone and shadows, all sharp edges and guarded silences.

Stiles doesn’t know if the way Derek looks at him means something. Or if he’s just projecting because he’s half in love with the idea of being loved back.

So he asks the worst person he possibly could.

“Peter,” Stiles mutters, cornering him near the stairs. “How do you know if a werewolf likes you?”

Peter blinks slowly. Then grins. “He doesn’t rip your throat out. That’s a good start.”

Stiles groans. Peter was completely useless.

Later, alone in the loft with Derek, he paces. Derek watches him from the couch, quiet, thoughtful. Finally, he speaks.

“Do I confuse you?” Derek asks.

Stiles stops. “What?”

“You look at me like I’m a puzzle. Like you’re trying to decode me.”

“I am,” Stiles admits. “Because sometimes I think you feel the same way I do, and sometimes you’re…stone. So yeah, I’m confused. I just… I don’t want to get it wrong.”

Derek stands slowly, walks toward him until there’s barely space between them.

“You’re not wrong,” Derek says softly.

Then he kisses him - carefully, but like he’s been waiting.

Stiles sways into him, breath caught in his throat.

“Oh,” he whispers.

Derek chuckles. “Is that your scientific conclusion?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, dazed. "Yeah it is."