#{anon asks}

[unsolicited-opinions]

Since you are good at logically breaking things down I need a little bit of help.

I am a college aged Jew who would say I'm generally pretty well informed on Middle Eastern politics (as much as you can be without being fluent in Arabic or Hebrew). I care about life and dignity and peace for all. I care about Israel and I care about Palestinians. Yet the gaslighting from the Anti-Israel ghouls online makes me frequently stop and wonder if I'm actually just evil like they say I am. Self reflection is good and I try to examine my beliefs frequently, but I'd say that at a certain point it crosses from healthy to anxiety driven. Just the other day I saw a post on Instagram about how Jews are appropriating indigenousness and land back and whatever and it set me on edge.

How do you stay sane? Or do you have any particular way of logic-ing your way out of this type of stuff?

Some of it I'm going to work through in therapy, because it's beyond any advice you can offer. But I wanted to at least ask because I figure you deal with breaking apart that stuff all day and may have advice as an "elder" Jew (for lack of a better phrase).

Before we dig into this, Anon:

You are not evil. You are not the bad guy.

You are trying to wrap your head and heart around a complex, painful situation with care, integrity, and introspection.

Do you have any idea how unusual that is? How impressive? That alone makes you a better human being than most of the people yelling on the internet. (If your therapist hasn't pointed this out to you, talk about it at your next session, okay?)

What may not be obvious to you is that they're not arguing in good faith. They're gaslighting you. That's the point of their behavior and that's the effect they want it to have on you.

There's an entire culture right now built on convincing Jews:

That our very presence in this conversation is violence.

That if you care about both Israelis and Palestinians, you're secretly genocidal.

That Jewish grief must be not only de-centered, but dismissed as manipulative.

That Jewish history must be flattened into a shape they find easier to condemn or dismiss.

That Jewish indigeneity is a lie.

That Zionism is a slur.

That your need for safety is a luxury.

That their need to hate you is justice.

And it's so consistent, so widespread that you're starting to wonder if they're right.

But look at that list above, Anon. Are ANY of those reasonable assertions? Are any of them supported by reason and facts? (Hint: Fuck no. It's gaslighting.)

Anon, you feel shaken because that's their goal. That's what their behavior designed to do. It's not a debate or an exchange of ideas, it's just a purification ritual, and you're the sacrifice.

You say that your self-reflection has started to feel more like anxiety.

That's not a flaw. That’s a sign you're still intact. The people you're describing don’t want you to reflect. They want you to collapse. They want to replace your moral reasoning with instincts with their emotional resonance. They want your shame, your fear, and your anxiety to work for them.

If a person or movement has decided you are evil because you care about Jewish safety, Jewish belonging, or Jewish history, then there is nothing you could say that would ever be enough. There is no amount of empathy or grief or nuance that would clear your name in their eyes because they never cared about your actual culpability to begin with.

They just wanted to see you turn out your pockets.

You don't have to logic your way out of a trap that was never logical, you just have to recognize that if the assertions being made aren't supported by fact or reason, they're just lies. In the immortal words of Jean-Luc Picard:

You care about dignity. You care about life. You care about peace. These are universal, excellent, consistent moral values you're trying to apply regardless of tribalism - and that's what I'm trying to do, too!

The people trying to strip you of these values and beliefs aren't doing so in pursuit of justice.

They're doing it for control.

You're not crazy for being unsettled by a claim that says Jews are "appropriating indigeneity." That's pure projection - not just ignorant, but a perverse inversion.

We are literally one of the best established, best documented textbook examples of indigenous return, but they've crafted an entire rhetorical world where indigenous only means "not Jewish." You don’t need to make peace with that lie. You just need to name it for what it is.

There. Are. Four. Lights.

Therapy will help. Real-life Jewish community will help more. (I used to have an autistic, Jewish therapist that was amazing.)

Another thing which may help is learning history. Not propaganda, not activist slogans, but deep, layered history of the lived experiences of ordinary people...that stretches back 3,000 years.

It won't end the noise, but it helps you recognize it for what it is. It's just noise, Anon. Fuck that noise.

You're not alone. You're not broken. You're not evil. You're actually unusually intact.

It's just that you're living in a world which punishes that.

C'mon back if you need a reality check, boychik. 😉

(I'm an elder Jew now, I get to talk like my grandparents)

[strawdool]

Narinders fear boner activated

you might be right dear anon

[fragmentedtale-official-blog]

Whoa! HEY! Error, you seem to be enjoying it there! Why destroy this AU over a petty arguement?!

(try it and us anons will unite the entire multiverse against you I'm not @#&$ing around)

Asked by anons + @iwillgoon4u

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Referring to this ask

[hedwig221b]

Could you, please, help me find a fic?

Derek just moved in to the flat, Stiles gifted him with a plant from the florest, but they stated acting like a couple, kissing, doing blowjobs, BUT no conscious about it. So they noticed it in a night pack ( and it was hilarious moment). They discovered that the plant make they wanted to mating, so they try to resist, and it will only solidify in the new moon ( or something like that).

The mainly focus is, it has one of THE BEST smut scenes I have ever read. And don't remember the name 😭. If someone else could help, thank you very much.

Hello! I'm pretty sure it's this fic

Lap Magnet by Prairie_Grass

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

or

Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...

[heyguysijusthereforawesome]

I love tisha sm thank you for my tisha content you are my savior

Can you draw her being carried by Shelly

oh em gee ME???????!!! ME!!??!?!! does a really awesome backflip omg did you guys see that!! also yes i will draw

her stupid girlfriend carries her when she gets tired

Off topic but i headcanon that shelly usually has an upbeat energetic voice but she’ll calm down for Tisha to unwind & relax 👊👊 so she’ll speak soft and quiet(er) (she’s not really that quiet but its like a whisper talk) and tisha thinks its cute

ew wtf am i doing ✌️✌️😭 headcanoning on my OWN drawing?? get back to work RAT

[empress-azrael]

I don't have any ‘creepy’ anons, you guys are all so sweet:33.

But this has been in the drafts fo very long and I desire attention very badly so I. Went for the easy access:3

So uh…forgive me for my sins and I hope to wake up to something interesting.

Ask game:

"What Kind of Anon Are You?"

🏳: I am a devoted follower when it comes to you.

🏴: I always check you're account on a daily, whenever I get a chance.

🚩: I love your presence, but I'm far too envious that everyone else gets your attention too. I'm not willing to share.

⚠️: Will being friendly help me get closer to you? Or would you prefer I try to manipulate my way into your life?

🔜: Are your dms open? I'm tried of being an admirer from the sidelines, I'd be fine with being your friend if that's what you need right now.

🔴: I've seen every single post you make and when you make it. But I don't interact in any way so that you have no way to know who it is that's stalking you.

🔵: I'd keep you company, cheer you up, and play my part of being the perfect anon, even if I may or may not be more that just one anon.

⚪️: I see you as a perfect friend and wish to be closer to you.

⚫️: I wish I could know every thought you've had, every feeling you've felt, and the one who gives you everything you need.

🩰: I think you're fun/interesting, if I spam like your posts, would you notice me? Even for a moment?

🛑: You're no good for me, I should stay away, but I keep crawling back hoping maybe, somehow, something will change.

☔️: Even in the bad, and sad, I'd hold your hand through every step of the way.

🪽: I could be your little guardian angel.

🫐: I can not stand seeing others sending you asks, anons, or messages. The idea that others interact with you and you interact with others? It drives me mad. Can I make you focus on just me?

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

Nsfw: Ruki’s reaction to his s/o suddenly calling him master while they’re being intimate

🖤 Ruki Mukami – "Master?" NSFW Reaction 🖤

(Dom!Ruki, power play, degradation + praise, control kink, choking/light bondage implied, voice kink, corruption kink, lots of filthy possessive language, intense eye contact, established relationship dynamic.)

He pauses.

His hips stutter in place, forehead resting against yours, and for a split second, you see it—his pupils dilate like a beast who just found its prey offering itself up.

“…Say that again,” he rasps, voice suddenly hoarse and low, nearly trembling with restraint.

“Master,” you whisper again, deliberately soft, almost teasing.

That’s it.

Ruki snaps.

“You filthy little livestock…”

His hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back just enough to make you whimper. “I should’ve known you’d crave submission this badly… all that bratty attitude—was it just begging to be broken?”

He fucks you harder after that—slower but deeper, like he’s branding it into your body. Every thrust is punctuated by the words:

“Say it again.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“What am I to you?”

And every time you answer “Master,” he rewards you—with praise, with deeper strokes, with breathy growls against your ear.

He becomes insatiable, obsessed with hearing you call him that now. He makes you repeat it when you moan, when you cry out, when you cum.

And after?

He kisses you softly—thumb stroking your cheek—and murmurs, “Good girl… My perfect little pet. Don’t even think about calling me Ruki in bed again…”

Unless you want to be punished.

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

Jiang cheng using zidian as a collar on WWX in public. Yum. (In front of all the sects for maximum sexy)

I concur.

[starshapedoasis]

I agree to disagree about Sally (a little bit). I think Noel is a guy that has to have a parter no matter what. She seems really into him but to me he seems like he loves her but not "in love" with her. But again what do I know !! His track record isn't the best either, he walked out on Louise after years for the band and we all know what happened to Meg. I only hope she is a good women and isn't clinging for the money. but again what do I know !! Liam is the one we should wonder about. Is he trapped or is it like Ozzy Osborne syndrome with his Manager/wife ? it seems to me he was lost and she came along and now she is his whole entire life, except for the band. It will be interesting to see if she isn't cheated on. Maybe that is one of the reasons she is "imprisioning" (sic) him when everyone thinks its because of Noel !?

Noel 1000% has to be in a relationship; he's never really been single. It's a bit hard to tell with Sally right now because I can tell she knows people are filming them, so she looks uncomfortable to me. The closest Noel has ever looked “in love” with a woman is with Sara; he always just gives bestie vibes with women, so I don't hold that against Sally.

On Debbie & Liam's relationship, I don't think he's trapped. I don't think anyone could actually trap Liam. I think he's comfortable in the relationship; he likes having the "mommy" girlfriend who does everything for him. Thinking back to Patsy's book, where she said when she & Liam were together, he wanted to do every little thing together; the problems started when they were apart because Patsy had her own career. Debbie's career is Liam, so this is the first relationship he's been catered to like this. I do think her following him everywhere is to keep him from cheating. Linda McCartney did something very similar. Is any of this necessarily healthy? No lol, but I don't see either brother being in a completely healthy average relationship, they run on dysfunction.

[dreamings-free]

Thats not Louis house 😭 there’s a picture of just her and a group of women framed in the background of one of the reel angles. It’s her house. Don’t know where you got that it’s his?

lol you don’t know me or my blog very well if you think I’d claim any such thing without having the receipts to prove it.

that is 100% the room eleanor used to take endless mirror selfies in they’ve just removed the build-in wardrobe, painted the door and redecorated the room. the door frame details are exactly the same as is the layout of the room the light coming in from the right hand side. the light switches on the wall are the same too.

but you think because there’s a bunch of picture frames of (supposedly) her friends there it’s not..? c’mon they’re playing pretend of course she’s moving some of her stuff in to make it seem like she lives there

[sweetonsugden]

Misha has talked about doing juice fasts and shit like that before (toward the end of Supernatural he mentioned that most of the cast were doing some stupid juice “cleanse” for no apparent reason. (Anyone who is not a snake oil salesman or a hippie moron knows that “juice cleanses” (“detoxes” etc) are just crunchy ways of saying you are starving yourself. There are no health benefits. It’s just a socially acceptable way of saying “crash diet”. No doctor will ever recommend juice fasting (or any other kind of fasting) unless you are nil by mouth prepping for imminent surgery. There is a bunch of not-based-in-reality information about food in his family cookbook too. (There are no proven health benefits from organic foods, for example. Not to the people eating them anyway.)

And, in my opinion, anyone who runs 80km just to see how far he can push himself (Misha did this in 2010 and documented it) has some issues with physical self-worth/self-punishment. (Especially a person who knows he has a congenital hip problem. That is ill-advised behavior at best. Self harm at worst. He could’ve taken up swimming as a meditative exercise and saved himself two hip replacements by age 45. But no. He relentlessly ran on hard surfaces until he could hardly walk without pain.

He’s called himself fat (he was never fat, slightly chubby for a year or so when he was 11 or 12), he’s admitted to carving words into his flesh with sharp objects when he was younger, he out goes running alone in mudslide zones and on flooded closed-off roads and during wildfires, he has recorded videos himself on his phone while driving and while cycling, he was recently in a car crash that totalled his car (the Tesla) on the freeway (the third time in the decade I’ve been a fan of his that he has posted about crashing his car.) He has posted videos of himself diving off of cliffs into the ocean.. then realizing there were jellyfish. Just a few hours ago he posted a video of himself and his kids swimming in the ocean at night (ask any lifeguard if this is a good idea.) A week ago he posted what amounted to a LOL pic of himself and his girlfriend pointing at a sign warning of sharks in the water at the beach they were at. I recall vividly his story of him racing his bike on a road trip with Darius and them both losing control and crashing into each other going 60mph and him thinking Darius was dead (by some luck he was only knocked unconscious and injured.) He’s posted videos of himself getting too close to dangerous wild animals.

At some point you start to think ‘huh. I think this guy might not care very much about his own health and safety.’ And, imo, recklessness with your own body (in a variety of ways) is a pathological response to trauma.

That’s all.

I’m not sure why you and others seem to want (or need) to push the narrative that Misha doesn’t have any body positivity.

Are people nutritionists or clinical psychologists that seem to have a professional grasp of something I’m not trained in? Is that what’s happening?

Because from where I’m sitting, it feels like just an excuse to label him as something negative and I’m not sure why.

This isn’t a road I’ll be continuing on.

[ghostlybfgf]

I loved your writing! Could you write Loki Sandman with Reader getting pregnant, what would his reaction be, and with him really getting attached to the baby?

thank you so much darling and for your request! and I can sure do that, I'm already rewatching season 2 of the sandman right now and this loki kick isn't ever leaving.. nor is freddie fox ;) I hope you enjoy the emotionally unstable ✦ unhinged ✦ horny guardian of bump mode??!!

word count: 1,235k

warnings; a touch of angst, bit of smutty thoughts because Loki is a fiend, pregnancy of course, afab!reader.

now, here's the kicker; he never wanted children.

he’s said it a hundred times, "Children are chains, not blessings.”, “The gods are poor fathers—worse mothers.” and the one you've heard the most, “I had children once. Look how that turned out.”

his voice always goes cold when he says it and he avoids talking about Them—the ones from long ago. his monstrous lineage. his “legacy,” spat like poison. he speaks of them like they’re curses born from a war he started with himself, not children he should have fathered. some of them, deep regrets.

so when you whisper, “I’m pregnant,” he doesn’t freeze. he burns.

loki is in a harsh state of denial and for someone who can wear a hundred faces, he tries very hard not to face this one, starting to convince himself the child won’t survive. not because you’re weak—but because everything he touches turns to ash eventually. he pretends it doesn’t matter, disappearing for a few days leaving you alone to contemplate by yourself, leaving the bitter sting of 'you're better off without me's' and 'it's not mine, it can't be.'

but he does return and when he does, oh, he’s gaunt and hollow-eyed, smelling like smoke and sorrow, kneeling before you not to beg but to surrender.  He reads the rights of his wrongdoings, falling at your feet as if you were to strike him— and at this point he wouldn't blame you. but instead, he rests there, vulnerable and teary-eyed, "I’ve ruined everything I’ve ever touched. But if you’ll let me… I’ll try. For you.”

and try he does.

he may have started closed off, and to the outside world part him always will be, but not to you or the baby. and once he begins to overcome this, he is hypervigilant to the point of insanity. tracking your symptoms obsessively, trying to control everything, and when he can’t, it drives him mad. he means well, but he is still himself of course. reads every mortal and immortal text on pregnancy, even at one point asks Dream (awkwardly) what dreams the unborn dream. (“The child dreams in riddles. I hate riddles.”) and Loki just grins.

you catch him staring at your belly sometimes when he thinks you’re asleep, leaving magical protections around the place you with an expression like he’s trying to memorise something he’ll never get to keep. but he won’t touch your belly at first, not until you take his hand and guide it there. and when the baby kicks? He flinches like he’s been stabbed.

“It’s real,” he whispers. “It’s real, and I didn’t run.”

and when he becomes attached, more stable than he ever should be? oh he is possessive in a way that is visceral. like primitive god-magic kind of possessive. you’re carrying his child now—his second chance, and the idea of anyone threatening you? he would make the stars bleed.

doesn’t let you lift a single damn thing. you reach for a cup? it floats to your hand, you try to tie your shoes? they’re tied with a snap of his fingers, you sneeze? he materialises by your side in full panic-mode: “Was that a mortal disease? Do I need to summon a plague spirit to punish whoever breathed near you?”

he walks behind you in public like a shadow with teeth, one hand always hovering at your lower back, the other ready to hex everyone. the bump becomes sacred to him and not just in any way, no in a“this is my heart growing inside you and I don’t know how to handle that” way. he whispers to your stomach in Old Norse at night, sometimes you wake up and find him curled around you, palm on your belly, tears dried on his cheek.

now, he turns darker on the outside world, as if he hasn’t already, and absolutely thinks someone will come for you or the baby. or both. whether it’s Odin, the other Endless, or some vengeful deity from a forgotten pantheon it doesn’t matter, he already knows that a God of his standing and with the bounty on his head, you’re sure to be under watch.

he wards your body, wards your food, wards your bloody slippers. he’s on top everything. “Why are my shoes glowing, Loki?” “To warn me if you fall. Obviously.”

even Dream is like, “…bro. Chill.” and Loki just hisses, “Touch them and I’ll tear your castle down brick by metaphorical brick, Dreamling.”

insatiable, that’s one word to put it. and yes, he knows he should take it easy on you, but something about you swollen with his child? carrying him inside you? It unravels him. he’s always been mad for you, but now, he growls like he’s barely keeping it together every time he touches you. kisses your belly mid-act, murmuring things like, “You're so full. So perfect. Mine.”

the sight of you riding him, belly round, your hands in his hair? he loses his damn mind, not knowing where to look—your breasts, your lips, the life you’re carrying—it overwhelms his senses in the best way.

sometimes the sex is slow and worshipful—like he’s praying with his mouth between your thighs. other times? it’s animalistic. like he needs to mark you all over again. and he does—neck, thighs, hips, anywhere skin stretches with new life.“You shouldn’t want this,” you whisper, flushed and breathless. Loki with teeth to your pulse,“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you like this. Glowing. Heavy. Untouchably mine.”

and post-sex and smug, he traces runes over your belly with feather-light fingers, not spells—just… names, symbols of protection. love. hope. and fear.

“I am a liar,” he says softly. “But I swear to you, this is the truest thing I’ve ever made.”

when the baby is born however you both somehow know it is different. this one wasn’t meant, not a bargain, not as punishment, or a symbol or prophecy or mistake. this one was love, born from laughter and longing and late-night touches when the world was quiet. and that terrifies Loki more than anything—because this time, if he loses them, it won’t be fate, it’ll be his fault. and he doesn’t think he’ll survive that again.

he’s quiet, deathly quiet at that, so much so, you think he’s detached again—but no, he’s just afraid to breathe. when the baby cries for the first time, something inside him snaps open like a ribcage splitting with light. he holds them, always bare hands, no glamours, no tricks. Just trembling fingers and salt-stung eyes.“Hello,” he coos, “You’re small. But I think you’ve already bested me.”

the little things come in waves like when he gets jealous when anyone else holds the baby too long. yes, even you. or when he paces like a panther outside the nursery, making protective charms out of shadows and silk, standing “watch” even when you urge him to bed. and the way he kisses their forehead like he’s apologizing for every sin they’ll never know he committed.

you are each his home, and together that’s all he could ask for even if he feels like he doesn’t deserve it more than half the time. he feels changed by you, but with his child, more than he ever wanted to be, but want and need comes differently, unconditionally. and even he knows that.

[yanderemommabean]

Thinking about yandere obey me again after seeing some of your old posts 💔💔

Need a yandere Simeon who wants to ravish you but Lucifer keeps getting in the way. Two yandere rivals, one an angel, one a demon, both unaware that Barbatos has you in his sight and is winning the game.

-Mommabean

[strawberryfairyflower]

Who in the flying fuck are you

I didn’t send anyone any nudes and I’m serious about that. Fuck you.

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

Reiji with a breeding kink!!!! PLEASE

🩸 NSFW Headcanons – Reiji Sakamaki & His Breeding Kink 🩸

(dom!Reiji, possessiveness, restraint/control, power play, degradation + praise mix, strict aftercare, obsession with legacy & perfection, breeding kink, creampie focus, talk of pregnancy, glasses-still-on energy.)

🔬 "You will take all of it. That’s an order."

Reiji is obsessed with control, perfection, and legacy—so of course he sees your womb as a natural place to pour every inch of his dominance into. Breeding you? It’s not just about sex. It’s about ownership. Permanence. Proof that you are his.

🧪 He’s the type to say:

“A proper lady submits to her husband’s seed. You’ll keep it inside—every last drop. Understood?”

👓 Glasses fogged up, voice rough, hands firm on your hips—he holds you down after he cums inside you, whispering how perfect you look dripping with him. And if you try to squirm or let it leak out?

You’re getting spanked and plugged for hours.

He’ll make you kneel in the corner with his cum inside you like a lesson in discipline.

📚 He may even plan your ovulation cycle—meticulously. You can’t even tease him about it, because he’ll pin you to his desk and say in a sharp voice,

“If you insist on tempting me, then we’ll see if your body is as fertile as your attitude is insolent.”

🧤 Aftercare is thorough but strict. He’ll wipe you down, kiss your neck, then pat your lower belly and say things like:

“We’ll check your temperature again tomorrow. I want results.”

[inkstaindusk]

Sending you "Trying to hide their smile" from the smiles prompt list!

belated realization I should be linking the prompt lists 14. trying to hide their smile

Suo stands frozen as Nirei grins, still vibrating with nerves but proud of having taken down an opponent—an opponent that Suo hadn't noticed. He would have been taken by surprise if not for Nirei.

There's an odd feeling spreading through his chest and stomach. Part of it is pride, yes, but not just that. It's a similar feeling one might get from looking down at a tall height or when falling through the air, a sort of tingly suspense, a hitch in the throat; and he finds himself turning his head away and pressing his hand to the bottom of his face. He feels hot. It's not adrenaline.

Suo's master calls him a protector.

It's too kind a word for someone like him in his opinion, but it's true that he enjoys defense more than offense. His skills feel more meaningful in that way. That's why Bofurin appealed to him in the first place, and why it has always been so easy to slot himself between Nirei and danger. He enjoys it, guarding the things he holds dear.

Being protected by Nirei, though, is… not unpleasant. It means his training has truly been paying off—not that he had any doubts about that. But he knows this feeling isn't really about that. It's…

"Suo-san?"

Suo quickly wipes away whatever unsightly expression he must have been wearing and meets Nirei's concerned gaze with his usual even smile. He sets a hand on top of Nirei's head, ruffles his curly hair, and says, "Thank you, Nire-kun. Well done."

Nirei beams and Suo suddenly finds himself struggling to keep his smile from growing out of his control.

"Of course!" Nirei says, cheeks flushed red. "I can't believe I just protected Suo-san, that's… Hey, maybe I'll be able to fight beside you soon! Like, like a partner!"

Partner…

Attempting to wrangle his racing heart into submission, Suo chuckles. "You still have quite a long way to go. For one thing, your form just now—"

"Ahhh wait let me get my notebook!"

Suo takes his hand back as Nirei scrambles for his pockets, clasping both arms behind his back. He is controlled, poised, just like always. (And Sakura isn't here to tell him otherwise.)