#and you still have to vote. you know that right. Right

[soundlessdragon]

So, not really ready to think for yourself under any circumatance yet, are you?

1a. The public votes according to what they believe. It is amusing for your AI to claim that public opinion cannot be affected by misinformation.

1b. True, and they also upheld slavery and segregation and oppression for decades as well. Many laws are oppressive and unjust.

2. ChatGPT is correct about what the debate should center on, and I am happy to have those conversations with pro-choicers any day. Unfortunately the AI is wrong - I still see many pro-choicers in comment sections claiming the fetus is not alive and/or not human.

3a. Former abortion supporters who used to say preborn children were non-human clumps of cells have changed their minds upon facing images of the reality of prenatal development. Images of miscarriages and abortions at any stage are effective in touching the heart of the abortion supporters who still try to live in denial of early human development.

3b. Throughout history photography of victims of human rights injustices have been circulated to bring awareness and rememberance. The torture and starvation and executions at Dachau, the brutal wounds of the whipped and beaten slaves in the USA in the 1800s, the melted faces of women who survived acid attacks in the UK and India, the bodies of infant girls abandoned to die in the gutters of India and China, and now the burned and dismembered bodies of abortion victims. A significant facet of our humanity is how our morality and emotions are closely linked. If we cannot be stirred to feel compassion for the suffering in the world, we will be complacant or even complicit in many atrocities against those who are weaker than us.

4a. Like my previous point, survivers of human rights injustices are powerful voices against those atrocities, even if it is rare for there to be a survivor.

4aii. "Standard medical care" that kills humans should be criminalized.

4b. That law is rarely enforced, which contributes to the number of abortion survivors being so low. It would pretty much require the abortion doctor or attending nurses to report themselves, which clearly they have many reasons to not want to do that.

4c. I don't know where chatGPT got that point from, it does not reflect any comment I made in my previous post.

5. Have some sources! I know you won't read them since you are too lazy to even write your own arguments

It is proven that by 20 weeks gestation human fetuses fully experience pain, with in utero surgeries requiring anesthesia for the fetus, but it is theorized by some neonatal researchers (even pro-abortion ones) that the neurological development of the fetus potentially allows for pain sensation as early as 12 weeks. Perinatologists have observed embryos reacting to tactile stimuli as early as 8 and 12 weeks (see below endoscopy recording).

In conclusion, ChatGPT has debunked nothing. Restrictive laws are necessary where lenient laws fail to protect an oppressed group.

6. I never called pro-choicers a cult but maybe chatgpt has a point there lol

Response to conclusion: I wouldn't expect an AI to understand that protecting human life should always be morally absolute. The point of my original post was to commiserate with fellow anti-abortion advocates, not to persuade, so "preaching to the choir" and "not evidence-based" are moot. I certainly did not dehumanize pro-choicers so chatGPT pulled that out of its virtual butt

Conclusion: basically what I would expect from an AI. Do your own research and arguing next time my dude

Abortion only remains legal because of the widespread misinformation surrounding it, you can't change my mind.

Do you know how many times a day I see abortion advocates who think a fetus is non-human, non-living, a parasite, a formless clump of cells? How often pro-choicers tell themselves that the photographs of tiny torn-apart bodies are photoshopped, that the born-alive abortion survivors' stories and medical records are fabricated, that the science showing a fetus's ability to feel pain is just manipulation tactics? Frankly, the lack of education is pathetic.

[russosimp]

Caught (g!p Steph Catley x reader)

Summary: You've been in love with Steph for ages. You can't take your eyes off her during Ellie's wedding and get surprised by her reaction. 18+

Warning: smut, g!p Steph, walking in on someone, masturbation, guided masturbation (r), unprotected p in v

Wordcount: 3.5k

Note: Like I said before, Steph in that dress... The majority voted for g!p Steph, so here you go!

You are mesmerized. You should've probably been spending more time admiring the lovely brides but Steph has caught your undivided attention, you just can't tear your eyes off her.

While you are sharing a suite, you both have different bedrooms. Steph took her sweet time getting ready earlier before the wedding ceremony, so she told you to go on down without her, giving you the chance to see if anyone needed any help as there so often are last minute things that need to be done at a wedding. Obviously, she was right and you ran around searching for a specific hair pin for one of the bridesmaids.

That's why you didn't see Steph until she found you right before the ceremony to take her seat next to you. Your mouth instantly went dry when you saw her walking down the aisle to join you in her designated seat. 

Yellow really is her color. Her tanned skin making her dress pop and her shine in the best way possible. Of course her figure always looks great, but somehow it looks even better in this dress. The small sliver of skin between the top and the bottom piece was really the cherry on top, it was good you were already seated when you first saw her.

It's now hours later, the ceremony came and went, dinner had been served, and now you were just celebrating the happy couple. Everyone was drinking and dancing, having the time of their lives.

Ellie's wedding truly is one of the most amazing weddings you've ever been a part of, the venue is stunning and the party seems to be getting better with every minute.

You finally tear your eyes off Steph who is currently dancing with your Arsenal teammate Vic and look over to Hayley who has been telling you something about her vacation that you missed almost entirely because your attention was elsewhere.

She looks at you, unimpressed. "You weren't really listening, were you?"

"I was!" You defend yourself. "You were just talking about... the trip to that one beach?"

Hayley rolls her eyes. "That was like three minutes ago."

You feel yourself flush and rub your neck, embarrassed to have been so distracted.

"You know, you could just tell her."

"We've been over this, Hayls, why bother? She's straight and way out of my league."

"You don't know that for certain if you don't ask though."

You roll your eyes, you've had this conversation too many times to count. You've had a crush on Steph for years, probably way too long to still call it a crush, but admitting that you're completely in love with her would just make it far too real. She's been in a relationship and even engaged for most of the time you've known her, so there was never a reason to even think about doing anything about your feelings.

But ever since Steph's been single, your mutual friends have been bothering you about it. They're all pushing for you to tell her about your feelings as if you would ever jeopardize your friendship like that.

Instead of giving Hayley an answer, you grab the drinks you had been waiting for and return to the dancefloor. Both Steph and Vic cheer, now that you've finally made your way back with their drinks.

The rest of the evening pretty much goes by with you dancing with your friends and avoiding the looks Hayley is giving you whenever you're even remotely close to Steph. Which is pretty much all evening. 

It's a miracle you manage to stay so close to Steph most of the time without making an absolute fool of yourself at the look of her in that dress. You mostly avoid looking at her body and you're also pretty used to shoving your feelings deep down, you do play for the same club and country after all, so you often see a lot of her.

But Steph doesn't have any mercy and starts to dance all around you as the evening progresses, making your head spin.

Your body moves on its own to the beat of the music, in sync with hers. You are enjoying yourself, you definitely are. Maybe a bit too much though. Steph backs herself into your front when the beat drops and all of a sudden you're very aware of her ass on your crotch. 

You feel all the blood of your body rush to your pussy when Steph starts to grind her ass against you. She must feel that you stopped moving for a second because she looks over her shoulder and winks. Then she blindly reaches for your hands and places them on her hips.

You shake yourself out of your stupor and start to move with Steph, bodies in sync, while your mind is going into overdrive. Her hips feel great beneath your hands, almost like they belong there. You squeeze them once, seeing if all of this is actually real and you could swear that Steph throws her head back because of the squeeze.

The whole thing feels a bit like an out-of-body experience, Steph pressed against you, dancing together, her body in your arms. It feels like something out of your wildest dreams if you are perfectly honest.

You let your hands wander up and down Steph's sides a bit and come into contact with the exposed skin on one of her sides. You feel your breath hitch. Obviously you've touched multiple times, you've cuddled before, as you're close friends. But her dancing right in front of you and grinding into you just feels different.

The heat of the room and the heat of your body are starting to get to you. Combined with the alcohol you've consumed, you feel your head spinning. You're actually throbbing and feel yourself getting more and more turned on.

Before you cross any boundaries or make Steph uncomfortable in any way, you decide it's time for you to go to bed. You tell Steph and Vic that you're tired and while they do ask you to stay longer, they also understand and let you go easy enough, it's already late after all.

You make your way back across the estate and to the hotel quickly, with an uncomfortable feeling between your legs and ready to be alone.

Not stopping in the shared living room, you make a beeline for your bedroom and close the door behind you firmly. Without second thought, you begin to strip out of your clothes.

Normally, this would be the time to take a quick shower before heading to bed. But being on the dancefloor with Steph has left you hot and very bothered in a different way and you need to take care of yourself first.

You leave your clothes on the floor, not really caring about tidiness right now. When you're completely naked, you get on the bed, resting your back against some pillows.

You start by letting your hands wander over your body. You cup one of your boobs with one hand while your other hand makes its way down your body. You play with your nipple a bit, getting it hard. Then you repeat the same treatment on your other boob. Your thoughts wander to Steph and her dress for the day. That truly was something else.

Since you know that you've been wet for a while now, you don't need much preparation. Instead, you just let one finger glide through your folds and feel just how wet you are. You are so turned on by Steph dancing and pressing against you, that you're pretty much soaked. You imagine that it's her hand teasing your cunt instead of your own.

You've felt bad in the past when Steph accidentally made her way to your head while you were masturbating. Usually after you've come down from your high and were cleaning yourself or something. But you really can't help it, Steph's been the fuel for you being as turned on as you are, and so your thoughts stay on her.

You let two of your fingers slowly glide in-between your folds, teasingly close to your clit, but not touching yourself there just yet. Your hips start to move pretty much on their own, searching for friction and pleasure. Your breathing quickens as the pleasure grows and you can feel the coil in your core tighten.

You give your clit a couple of strokes, making your hips jump at the sensation. Then you slide your hand down even further, entering your cunt with two fingers. slowly pumping in and out.

You imagine Steph's hands on your body and her cock inside of you. The thought makes you moan loudly as you feel yourself nearing your orgasm. "F-fuck, yeah, Steph!"

Suddenly, when you're completely lost in the feeling of your own hands all over your body and the images your head is creating, everything happens all at once.

The door opens and Steph is talking before she has even entered the room.

"I heard my name and saw your lights were still on, I thought you wanted to sle- " Steph interrupts herself at the scene in front of her and stares at you with wide eyes. Unlucky for you, the bed is of course angled towards the door so Steph gets a good view of your suddenly very exposed cunt.

You stop all your movements, completely shocked at being interrupted by Steph of all people. Your fingers are still in your cunt so you pull them out unceremoniously and scramble to get the blanket to cover your body.

"Oh god, I'm- so sorry!" You stammer, mortified, not looking directly at her.

Steph turns around but doesn't leave the room. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that. I'm gonna leave you to it."

You're holding your breath as she leaves. The door has almost closed behind her, when she stops in her tracks.

"Wait. I heard my name." She turns around, now with a small smirk on her face and some new found confidence. "Were you thinking about me?"

You look at her with wide eyes, not knowing what to answer. You open and close your mouth a couple of times, but no words come out. You had hoped that she had forgotten about that so that you could leave this whole encounter behind you and never talk about it.

Steph steps back into the room fully and closes the door behind her. "You were, weren't you, darling?"

The look in her eyes is different now and so is the tone of her voice. She sounds intrigued and a bit cocky. Steph lets her eyes travel over you even though you're covered now. You feel hot under her gaze. You shift beneath the blanket, not knowing what to make of the situation.

Steph steps closer to the bed. "Take off the blanket."

"W-what?" You look at her, puzzled by her request.

"Well, I think if I was part of your fantasy, I should be allowed to look, shouldn't I?" She grins at you now and lets her hand wander to her crotch. She palms herself through her dress, squeezing a little. You can't really see anything because she always wears compression shorts when she's wearing dresses. 

But is there a possibility that finding you like this is turning her on as well? You wouldn't dare to dream but with the way she's behaving that's definitely where your mind is going.

Your eyes widen even more at the thought and you feel your heart beating out of your chest. You slowly grab the corner of the blanket and look at Steph one more time. You can't really believe the situation that you're in. But Steph being so confident normalizes the situation for you somehow. Her just going with it makes you question everything less than you usually would, she puts you at ease somehow.

Steph looks you over with slightly parted lips, her hand still palming her crotch. Then she nods at you which you take as the encouragement you needed.

You slowly lift the blanket, exposing yourself to Steph once more. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before, you play football together after all. But the position you're in leaves you very vulnerable of course. You resist the urge to close your legs, leaving them spread apart like you had been just a few minutes ago.

You look at Steph's face to gauge her reaction. She seems very fixated on your cunt.

"Oh, darling," she breathes out, "you're so wet. Is that all for me?"

You nod slowly. Steph seems so into it, into you, that your anxiety about the situation slowly but surely disappears, you can let yourself fall into this completely now.

"All for you, Steph." You breathe out quietly. "This dress just- you in this dress does something for me."

A genuinely surprised smile spreads over Steph's face and she looks down at herself. "Oh this one?"

You nod eagerly, wanting to make her understand. "It's- you're so hot, Steph. So hot."

"Well, thank you, baby." Steph blushes a little but then shakes her head. "Now, where were we?"

The look on her face changes from soft and bashful to one of more confidence. "How about you get back to touching yourself for me?"

You can only nod.

"Let your fingers glide through your folds, darling. Just slowly, teasing yourself."

You do exactly as Steph told you and tease yourself. The first touch has you twitching slightly as you were close to finishing when she walked in on you and you just abandoned what you were doing. You’re reminded just how sensitive you already are. You moan at the sensation.

Steph follows your fingers with her eyes, nodding appreciatively. "Keep doing that while I undress myself. Don't speed up or anything though."

Of course, you follow Steph's words and slowly tease yourself. You also start to roll your hips in sync with the movements of your hand again.

Steph on the other hand reaches around herself to find the zipper of her dress. She opens it and it starts to fall down around her. You immediately notice that she isn't wearing a bra, which makes you breath hitch slightly.

When the dress is pooling around her feet, she steps out of the pile and reaches for her compression shorts next. You can see the bulge in her shorts much clearer now and lick your lips in anticipation.

She pulls down her shorts in one go and her cock springs out. She's already completely hard and you can't help but feel almost proud that she's gotten this hard just from walking in on you.

You squirm on the bed and moan at the sight of her. Her long and hard cock looks great in her hand and you can only imagine how amazing it would feel inside of you.

"Look how hard you've made me, baby." Her hand automatically wraps around her shaft and she begins to slowly stroke herself.

"You're being so good for me, baby. How'd you feel about fucking yourself on your fingers, hmm?"

You nod, becoming more and more desperate, the longer you have to tease yourself.

"Start with one finger, darling." You do as she says and push only your middle finger inside of your cunt, closing your eyes at the feeling, rocking your cunt into your hand with each stroke. "There you go, nice and slow."

"Steph, pl- please, need more." You whine desperately after just a couple of strokes.

"Oh, you want to add a second finger already?"

"Yes, please!"

"Open your eyes for me first, baby." You do as she tells you and look at her. She's still standing at the foot of the bed, slowly stroking her cock.

"Look at me while you add that second finger. I want to see you."

You look her directly in the eyes as you push two fingers inside your cunt now. A long moan leaves your mouth, the stretch from two fingers feeling much better than just the one.

"Fuuuck, feels so good!"

"There you go, baby. Fuck yourself on your fingers." She tells you, now breathing harder as well even though her speed hasn't increased.

You do as she told you and start to fuck yourself a bit faster now. Your hand brushes over your clit from time to time, making you twitch each time. You can feel yourself getting closer again, much like you did before Steph interrupted you.

"Yes, baby, I want to see you cum. Make yourself cum for me!"

Steph's words hit you deeply and you feel the coil in your core tightening. You pull out of your cunt and rub your clit with your glistening fingers, now desperate to cum. Pleasure shoots through your body as you rub your most sensitive spot.

"You're doing so well, baby, cum for me."

Your hips move on their own accord now as your orgasm hits you. You moan loudly and throw your head back, eyes closed.

"Wow..." Steph trails off. "That was- so hot, baby, I- "

She doesn't finish her sentence which makes you open her eyes.

You find her looking at you, still stroking her cock, seemingly not close to cumming.

"Come here please?" You ask her, feeling small under her gaze all of a sudden.

Steph lowers herself onto the bed and crawls over to you. She comes to a halt in between your still spread legs, kneeling in front of you.

She seems unsure what to do exactly which is very endearing to you as it is such a stark contrast to the confident woman who just guided you to an orgasm.

"Come here?" you repeat your question and open your arms.

Steph holds herself up with her arms but she still lowers herself over your body. You whimper when you feel her naked tits on your own and her rock-hard cock pressed to your stomach now.

She looks at you and gives you a small smile.

"Was that okay, darling?"

You laugh at her question. "Steph, babe, that was more than okay. But I would like it very much if you kissed me now."

With your reassurance about everything that just happened, she doesn't need to be asked twice. She quickly closes the gap between your faces and kisses you deeply. Your hands come to the back of her head to pull her impossibly closer.

You open your mouth and invite her in. Your tongues explore each other for a while until you both have to pull away when air becomes an issue.

"I've wanted to do that for a while." You whisper your confession. "I hope that's okay."

"More than okay, because so have I." Steph smiles down at you.

Warmth spreads through your body at the confirmation of her feelings. You pull her in for another kiss.

This time, it's more passionate, tongues battling for dominance. You let your hands wander down her back and squeeze her ass. She lightly rocks into you, her cock still trapped between your bodies.

You pull away from the kiss and whine against her lips. "Fuck me, please."

Steph sits back slightly and spreads your legs a bit more, eyes never leaving your cunt that's completely exposed and open in front of her now. "Beautiful." She whispers

Then, she grabs her cock and aligns it with your cunt. She slowly pushes in and then stops, letting you adjust to her size. You moan at the feeling of her cock finally in your cunt, filling you up like it belongs there.

"You can move." You tell her after a few moments and she does. She starts off slowly but with pretty firm thrusts, making you whimper with each one.

"I'm- so close already, I- I'm not gonna last long." Steph breathes out in-between thrusts.

"Cum inside of me, please, I want you to fill me." You pant out and pull her mouth down to yours once more, kissing her deeply. You muffle the moan that’s left her mouth at your words.

The kiss doesn't last long though as the both of you are panting too hard to maintain it. Instead you start to rub your clit again, chasing your orgasm to cum together with Steph.

Her thrusts get quicker and more erratic now, she's clearly very close to her orgasm. You can feel her cock running along your inner walls and clench around her.

"I- I'm so close, fuck, so close."

Pretty much as soon as she says it, her cock twitches inside of you and with one final, deep thrust into you, she cums. You can feel her load hitting your walls, making you moan.

You're right behind her, cumming with a cry of her name while she's still fucking through her own orgasm.

Steph collapses into you. Her mouth is close to your ear and you can feel her hot breaths from panting so much against you. For a couple of minutes you're both just breathing and coming down from your orgasms together.

Then, Steph pushes herself up a bit and leaves a short and sweet kiss on your lips. She smiles down at you.

"I know, this isn't the right order or anything, but will you go on a date with me?"

You laugh at her words. "I would love to."

[goobstars]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒

summary : out of all the suggestions caine has put everyone through, you would have to say your favourite was zooble's bar. not because of the alcohol, but because you got to see jax in a suit. the only downside? he knows he looks good, and he knows you think the same.

tags : romance, implied crushing, alcohol, censored profanity, knee/thigh-touching (i'm a sucker for it so yes), jax bringing up how ragatha told gangle to kill herself, and jax being himself.

note : i only made this because the rabbit guy looks good in a suit.

at first, the adventure just seemed like a typical bar setting.

you sat next to pomni as zooble stood in front of you, and they were mixing drinks while looking around the black-and-white scenery. the rain outside could clearly be heard as you fidgeted with the glass in front of you—circling the rim with your fingers out of boredom.

gangle's pencil echoed through the bar as she scribbled on the notebook in front of her, and you were about to ask her what she was drawing before the sound of a bell rang out.

"i'll take a whiskey sour, but hold the egg white since i'm vegan." the voice was one you recognized as jax's, and as you noted him pulling out the chair beside you, you decided to turn in your chair to face him. you wanted to tease him about the whole 'vegan' thing once you heard the sound of distress leave his throat, yet when your eyes finally landed on your figure, all of the taunts vanished from your throat.

sure, you had noted that everyone was in rather formal wear—including yourself—but you hadn't considered that jax would be put in the same boat.

yet, here he was, in a suit.

he was wearing a white button-up with the collar folded, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. the tie around his neck was loosely done while his black suspenders were held up by his shoulders.

you felt like a victorian man looking at a women's ankle.

before you could successfully look away without jax noticing, he glanced at you, and he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "what are you looking at—?"

he paused for a moment before looking down at his outfit, and he slowly raised his head with a wide grin until he got distracted by zooble sliding him a drink.

he frowned at the beverage before eyeing zooble, "i hate this..."

"i could've made it worse for you." zooble's reply only made jax scoff, "well, i'm calling a vote to turn zooble into a slug."

slowly, people started to vote, but before you could, jax leaned closer to you. "if you vote yes, i'll let you take a picture, doll..."

your shoulders tensed, yet despite his words, you still voted no.

"everyone voted against that!" caine's voice rang out, and jax turned his head to stare at caine with a frown. he grabbed his ears before slumping down on the counter.

the bell rang once again, and you leaned back in your seat to watch ragatha and kinger walk in.

"it's raining like the dickens out there!" kinger's voice echoed as he walked over towards the counter, and where caine was once sitting, kinger took that seat while ragatha sat down next to gangle.

"hi, guys!" she greeted, and you gifted her a slight wave. her and kinger ordered whatever it was they wanted, and you moved your gaze to watch zooble as she grabbed random bottles of alcohol.

you were just doing everything you could to avoid looking at jax, for you could practically feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

"you know your way around alcohol, huh?" pomni spoke while zooble only shrugged at her words, "yeah. this was one of my suggestions. i worked at a bar briefly—" they flipped the shaker in their hand before pouring more alcohol into it, "i like making drinks."

"that sounds fitting for you." jax's voice only made zooble roll their eyes before turning around to pour the beverage into a glass, "i know there's an implication there, but i can't be f*&$#% to figure it out..."

jax only chuckled at their words, and right when you believed he was done talking, you felt a finger poke your shoulder. "what about you, doll? did you work anywhere?"

you only ignored his question, and once he took the hint, he leaned back to stare at pomni. "did you have any jobs, pomni?"

as she started to explain how she did accounting and explored abandoned buildings, you felt jax lean in closer to you.

"come on...why are you ignoring me?" he taunted as you felt his hand rest on your knee, and he tilted his head while a smirk appeared on his face. "don't make me beg..."

"you're pushy..." you mumbled as you picked up the glass in front of you, and you took a sip of it while jax watched your every move. you didn't know whether to be creeped out or flustered at his stare.

"you love it."

you didn't deny his statement as you leaned against the bar, and you explained to him what you did before you got sent here. it was a little difficult to remember, but in the end, he got the gist of it as he hummed.

"did you also stare at people who wore suits back then, or am i just the special one?" you shoved his hand away from your knee as he teased you, and a laugh left his throat before he leaned back a bit. "i'm taking that as i'm the special one?"

"shut the f*&$ up." you mumbled as you chugged your drink, and you felt jax's hand gently push the cup away from your mouth. "calm down, doll. we don't want you getting digitally drunk now, do we? who knows what you'd admit..."

once again, he leaned in closer, and that idiotic grin on his face was present while you only scoffed. "what do you think i'd admit?"

"i don't know," jax drawled out his words as he placed his elbow on the counter and leaned against his hand. "maybe that i look good? or that you have a crush on me?"

his last sentence was whispered to where only you could hear, but it made you choke as coughs erupted from your throat.

pomni patted your back while zooble paused their drink-making, and ragatha leaned over the counter to stare at you. "are you okay, [name]?"

"ragatha, don't you want to get drunk so you can tell gangle to kill herself again?"

jax's question made ragatha stammer as she started to hastily apologize to gangle, and everyone's attention turned to the two while pomni's hand moved off of your back.

and it was replaced by jax's.

"why are you so shocked? you're not exactly good at hiding it, y'know..." you only slightly glared at jax while a few tiny coughs erupted from you, and he patted your back before leaning in towards your ear.

"you're not good at hiding it like me."

your eyes widened as your head turned to face jax, "what?"

"I'M BORED, ONTO THE NEXT ADVENTURE!"

caine's voice rang out, and you could only hastily stand up from your seat as you shouted. "NO! WAIT A MINUTE—"

jax's laughter was the last thing you heard before it was replaced by upbeat music, and everything went dark before you found yourself standing in the middle of a softball field.

"IT'SSSS SOFTBALL!"

you frowned at the sound of caine's voice as you gripped the bat in your hand, and you felt someone grasp your shoudler. you thought it'd be ragatha or something, but instead, if was jax.

now, he was in a softball uniform, and your body slightly filled with dread as you wanted to be back in the bar.

"should've taken up my offer for that picture, doll..." he teased, but before you could respond, he leaned down towards you. "also, you heard what i said earlier, right?"

you narrowed your eyes before slightly nodding, yet they only widened once a hasty peck was placed against your cheek. "good. now, i don't know who that guy is—" he straightened his posture before pointing at a guy that looked exactly like him, but...nice?

"but i wanna kill him."

as your opposing team introduced themselves—which most of them were opposite versions of everyone minus gangle—you were dragged towards the benches, but even during that, you couldn't get your mind to stop fogging over what had happened.

he liked you back? or was he just teasing you?

given the way he kept glancing at you and even sat down beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you could only assume that he liked you back.

though, you still missed him in that suit, but the sadness quickly vanished once he was put in a maid costume.

now that was something you wanted to take a picture of.

[golden-redhead]

You know, I don't have a problem with Gi-hun sacrificing himself. I think it's pretty in character for him to do that after everything he went through. I also understand that in its own way, sacrifice is an act of rebellion, a fuck you to a system that continued to exploit and beat him down at every chance. I even firmly believe that him choosing a baby, an innocent life, over himself, especially with him being weighed down by all the guilt and regrets, was the ending that made the most sense.

So, no, I'm not one of those people who would say the act itself was out of character or that Gi-hun should have survived no matter what. I think his ending is pretty in line with what we've seen from him through the seasons. It is a culmination of all of his growth and I do think it was, at least on some level, a truly beautiful scene. Although, to be fair, most of the praise should go to the actor who truly can convey so much emotion with a simple look, no words necessary.

What is my issue then? Well, above anything else, what I find jarring and kinda unbelievable about the ending is how he doesn't actually know if he's ensuring the baby's safety.

It just doesn't feel like the same guy who went out of his way to find Sae-byeok's family or ensure that Sang-woo's mother's is taken care of. He knows what the games do to people, he knows how they exploit and exploit until you have nothing left to give. He has no guarantee that this child won't be groomed to continue the games. He has no way to ensure his promise is actually fulfilled.

I won't go as far as to say that it's a shit ending, mostly because I'm still processing and still need to settle on on what I actually think about it. But even though I can absolutely stan Gi-hun for taking a stand, for going out on his own terms, the way it was portrayed feels more defeatist than anything else. And I honestly don't think it was meant to be interpreted that way considering that they still kept this theme of hope prevailing in small ways with some of the surviving characters. Regardless of what they intended, though, this IS how this ending comes off in a lot of ways and I don't think it's unwarranted.

And it shows in how people are reacting, especially since it's A LOT to ask the audience to care more for a random baby than for characters we spent seasons establishing and getting invested in. I think the baby's inclusion in the story, while on paper interesting and in line with the symbolism of the series and fundamental questions this show asks, was... well, maybe not a mistake per se, but definitely a Choice. Not necessarily a good one. Especially since we know that the baby won't die. So at some point, the question became less about who will win the game and more about whether it'll be the sole survivor or not.

I think what frustrates many people the most, though, is that Gi-hin didn't have to die. I think more people would be open for this ending if they showed it as a situation with no solution, no hope. Him or the baby, no loopholes, no other options. But since there was still clause 3 and babies can't exactly vote, the game could have ended right there. The ending doesn't really give us a good reason as to why Gi-hun didn't opt for the option that would allow him to truly fulfill the promise and take care of Jun-hee's baby, give it a better chance at life. Which feels like a strange cop out considering that him doing that IS actually perfectly in line with the message of the show and, even more importantly, with Gi-hun's stance. This is precisely what he did at the end of season 1, choosing to believe and also prove through his own actions, that as long as you're alive, you can still make better choices. You can believe in humanity, even if it seems hopeless at times. Many people won't choose that option. Many will turn a blind eye to all the suffering and will even contribute to it if it means getting ahead.

I don't know, maybe I'm too much of an idealist, maybe I let myself believe in Gi-hun too much, but I think that that message and that Gi-hun, the one who chose to believe even when things sucked and people disappointed him, felt much more authentic to the story's overall message.

Him choosing death when there were still options feels defeatist.

It feels like him acting against the very thing he wanted to prove.

And it would be one thing if the whole message was supposed to be about the games beating this hope and conviction out of him.

It would be one thing if it was truly the only way to ensure the baby's safety and finish that game.

But it wasn't.

And honestly? That feels very inconsistent with the show I watched.

[novasillies]

okay. wifi sorted. squid game i hate you i will try and keep this organised. spoilers upon spoilers beneath the cut, this might be a long one. i had an 8 hour journey to watch the whole show in one go and then ruminate on it for two hours of driving. so. yeah.

As many issues as I have with this season, I will say some things were pretty interesting. So let's start with the few positives I have.

One, the commentary on democracy and the idea of a democratic vote. The fact that the players were forced into making this choice, either threatened or manipulated into voting one way or the other, and treated differently by the group depending on which way they voted was very interesting and something I am not at all smart enough to dissect beyond surface level. the whole "through your democratic vote, you have all chosen to continue the games" thing made me go hrrhrhrhrr every time because, yeah, democracy is far from fair and two-party systems with one final choice cannot accurately represent the wants of an entire group. love it speak on it.

Two, I didn't mind In-ho's story this season (or, what little story he had). The fact that he's tried to save Gi-hun's life at every turn, and the man has been too stubborn to listen, rightfully so, if the writers had decided that optimism was something we deserved in this day and age. He begged him to get on that plane, to stop looking for the games, to kill the other players and just take the money. In-ho wanted Gi-hun to live. And he didn't. And In-ho delivered, in person, his jacket and money to his daughter. He never called him a friend. He blew up the island. I'm assuming he left it all behind now that the coast guard got involved. God knows. Actually, never mind, his story was lazy and nonexistent. The contrast between him and Gi-hun when given that chance to kill them all and take the win was interesting, though.

Three, i cant think of another thing i liked. which is troubling. Oh, I do love a tragedy done right, so Gi-hun's death did satisfy me in the way that it was horrible. I still think he should not have died. But the fact that it was like that. I don't despise it. Not happy about it. but it could be worse.

I'm gonna just get right into my main issue with this season (and season 2 now that it's over and I can be sure of it), which is: THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY.

The entire two-part story (ridiculous) of seasons 2&3 was literally, in the end, for nothing.

Nobody's characters developed and they all died. Jun-ho didn't get anything out of finding the island because they blew it up and he was only there for 25 minutes. He saw In-ho again, said like 8 words to him, got nothing back, and then left again. Pointless. So many hours of television that were for nothing. He didn't grow as a person, he didn't learn anything new, he didn't even realise Gi-hun (WHO HE WAS MEANT TO BE LOOKING FOR) was dead however many feet below him. All he got was that fuckass CGI baby and 45.6 billion won of blood money.

Gi-hun went back just to stop the games, then killed himself to let a two-day-old newborn become a multi-billionaire for the hope of that innocent little FUGLY FREAK being a better person than him. He said maybe 20 lines the entire season. He spent the whole time silently plotting dae-ho's death, then killing dae-ho, then trying to kill himself until he finally did. His entire story was just a playbook on how to give up.

They watered Jun-hee and Geum-ja and No-eul down to just Mothers with nothing else to show for themselves. Two out of three of them killed themselves for their children and one of them tried. No-euls entire storyline felt just as pointless as the rest of them, with its weird maybe-your-daughter's-alive-maybe-she's-not open ending of her flying to China. It didn't help that we've spent this whole two-season storyline waiting for Gi-hun to have some magical moment where he figures out how to save them, only for all of them to die slowly and pointlessly one by one. Geum-ja's suicide was the only death this season that upset me, purely because I only realised what had happened just as the coffin got carried in, and her big monologue to Gi-hun finally made sense and became far more sad. It was really only thanks to her actress' performance that Yong-sik's death made me feel anything, too. Everyone else had nothing. Just cheap SFX and two seconds of shock value.

What the fuck was Hyun-ju's death. Like. Excuse me?? Myung-gi had no reason to still be killing people, let alone hunting them like animals. Why the FUCK did he kill her??? And why did Jun-hee's water break and her baby was born within five minutes???? I don't think there was a single woman in the writer's room for season 3 honest to god. I wasn't even sad about Hyun-ju's death I was just so so sooo confused. It made no sense. And then I was like uhgggh she shouldve gone through the door but no she was right to go back but wtf myung-gi why did you do that you useless piece of human garbage. and maybe it was a little bit poignant because they were so close to all surviving together. but they could've. very easily. Hyun-ju's death was just as unneccessary as the rest of this story.

Don't even get me started on myung-gi. I didn't like him last season on the principle of what he did to Jun-hee, but there was always the justification of him trying to protect her from the people who were after him but. god. I was so right to hate him. Even then, he was somewhat likeable. He did nice things sometimes. He acted like a normal human being. Who the HELL was that this season?? trying to throw his own newborn daughter off that tower for THE MONEY??????????? I thought Gi-hun would hand over the kid, myung-gi would be all sweet and sad and sorry and kiss his daughter on the head (WHICH GI-HUN THEN DID AND MADE ME GO !!!!!) before he pressed the start button and threw himself off. A nobel sacrifice for the kid, just like her mother had done, or whatever the fuck. but no. nooooo nonono of COURSE not. that wouldve been HEARTFELT and SWEET and would've let OUR HERO survive. can't have that can we?!?!?!?!??!?!?!? i need to calm down.

Side note, what the hell was kate blanchett doing there?? we do NOT need an american squid game spinoff with kate fucking blanchett as the recruiter and in-ho going full gi-hun and trying to infiltrate it and take it down in his memory or some bullshit STOP IT.

Another side note, why did they spend more time on min-su's grief over se-mi than like... any other character feeling anything?? i didn't give a shit about those two personally so every drawn-out drug-induced hallucination about it just felt like watching paint dry.

Also the games sucked. Sorry. They were all dissorientating in the most midly inconvenient way and the direction of this season was all over the place. whoever was director of photography for s3 needs to have a long think about things. And the sound design??? was it always that weird?? no, right? there wasn't always the freakish distorted music and stuff? and that weird prowler sound whenever gi-hun was staring at dae-ho and wanting to kill him?? I felt like i was going crazy it was either too silent or too loud but whatever.

And the CGI baby. Come on now. Terrible!!! There was an egregious amount of CGI in this season and it was very clearly rushed. you're on a Netflix budget with one of its most popular titles and you still managed to come out with cheap, uncanny special effects??? I would be happy about the use of CGI because yeah newborn babies look like that not like 4-month-olds and yeah that's a big rope swing u cant be throwing those at real people in real life without some serious waivers signed and some serious injuries nonetheless but you had the money to make it good. you should've taken the time, too. I have an inkling that the six-month gap between seasons instead of a few years had a small role to play in that, even if it was all shot at once. Maybe if you hadn't stretched out your nothing burger of a second season into two of them, we wouldn't be having these problems. It's just so confusing how season 3 felt so much lazier and just worse than season 2 when they should've been written, filmed, and begun post-production right alongside each other. so so sooo weird. The subpar performances of the actors i think didn't help. i just felt like i was watching actors act instead of watching people exist within a story and that always irks me. to be fair, with a cast that big, you really can't expect the greatest performances from all the nameless side characters. but like. still. lock in for me guys plz. and maybe stop throwing babies from extreme heights (Gi-hun is just a man)

The thing is, season 1 was neat and tidy and concise and heartwrenching and purposeful. It had a true meaning. A moral. It was a representation of the horrors of capitalism. The characters changed - gi-hun became an entirely new person due to the trauma of it all, sang-woo became colder and so desperate he was unrecognisable, sae-byeok's end was so tragic but before it happened, she learned to trust, jun-ho actually learned new things about his brother and the games and uncovered secrets as the viewers did and it was interesting - and the story was written with clear intention. This storyline, stretched over two seasons to get more fucking money from continuous streaming and renewal of interest, shocker, anti-capitalist my ass, was literally nothing more than a cash-grab. It was heartless. They somehow brought back queerbaiting for a second there. Nobody (at least I hope) believed it, but they tried. And that is just so so disappointing. Because they knew this story wouldn't stand on its own. They knew they had not written it for any real reason. It was all for the money. And how ironic is that?

This story could have been so good. All of the pieces were in place for them to craft something insanely relevant, a story about goodness, community, honesty, and hope beating the 1%. A story about redemption. A story about equality.

Instead, Squid Game season 3, and the overarching story of season 2, teach nothing more than there being only one thing we all can have and deserve to have: death.

Sacrifice yourself, give up, because the rich are just gonna keep getting richer. And you will never win. But, hey. There's always the next generation. Here's to hoping.

[thekitsandthekats]

okay lets actually get into it. i am once again obsessed and devasted by squid season three's futility of hope. how pointless it becomes to hope for things, to wish for the games to stop, to want to go home. the futility of hope sits at the cornerstone of this season because, by the end of the season, that pointlessness has finally found its purpose. its found it's meaning.

constrast hyunju's death with the birth of the baby and this all makes sense. we're told in season two that all hyunju wanted was to finish her surgeries and move to thailand. she wanted to live a fulfilling life fully as herself in a place where she feels that she can do that. same with the mother and son. they wanted to go back to their house and have dinner with everyone, clear the son's debt then just live simply, maybe open a shop if im not mistaken.

but then season three happens and all of that hope becomes pointless. hyunju literally finds the exit in the hide and seek game, she steps on the threshold, she's almost right there, but then she remembers. she remembers the others and that baby. so of course she goes back for them because there's no man left behind, and in doing that she's killed. she was right there, she was almost out, she had her dreams within reach, her hope hit the ceiling then it was gone. pointless. except not really because there is a baby. and i know that people have mixed feelings about the baby but you guys literally need to understand what symbols are for. the baby is new hope and purity. something that, at the time is untainted by the games, by the greed of the people in power. whereas every other player has been. they've fought and killed for this money. they've done everything they could for the money. they're soaked through with the blood of greed, with lives of everyone who died before them.

so it makes perfect sense that people would die for the sake of the baby. for the sake of new hope. the old lady mother literally kills her son for the baby. it doesn't matter if she just met this baby and the mom only days ago, it's still a baby. the baby hasn't done anything to anyone. the baby is an ushering of hope. the baby kills the futility of fighting against the system.

gihun's silence in the first couple of eps spoke volumes on how pointless the fight against the system had become. he'd forfeit his votes and nothing would change. they were still stuck there, they were still trapped. and so to see all of that change with the baby is brilliant, im sorry. to see gihun find new hope and purpose in a character who is literally the symbol of new hope and purpose is the most direct metaphor in current media. to see gihun die for the baby is exactly what i would expect him to do.

hope in squid game is futile and pointless until it is not. which is to say fighting against a system might be futile and pointless but our ancestors did it for us. and so would we not do it for the next generation? is that not then our purpose?

[messiisgodibeliveinhim]

You know what I'd have liked???

If the participants for the final games were all the good people (Hyunju, Junhee and 10-20 more) and Gi-Hun sacrifices himself to save all of them.

Now, hear me out-

It would've been a big 'fuck you' to the Vips and the Frontman as the remaining participants would all have voted to leave together with the small shares they have rather than kill each other for more. This would've proven that the Vips were wrong about people. That there are people who would choose to do the right thing over being selfish.

That, even desperation and trauma, cannot take away the inherent goodness some possess.

Gi-Hun choosing to save these people because he still believed in humanity and still managed to accomplish a small part of his mission of ending the games.

[jadegrey711]

Call me

(Bucky x Fem!phone sex operator)

A/N: This gif really got me thinking about how much fun a Fem!phone sex operator x Bucky oneshot would be. So here's my take, Bucky is like more still (winter solider) but like hitman for hire who doesn't work for any side. The end is a little dark but nothing too much. I don't think I'll be making a part two of this though so you'll have to let your imagination win with what happens after this. And as always;

Not my Gif *

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You were surprised as you heard your phone ring with the familar ring tone of your favorite client, and eagerly grabbed the phone and went into your bedroom. Flopping onto bed and trying to calm your racing heart as you put on the familar persona of your phone sex operator voice and accepted the call.

"Hi darling." He greeted you in that familar, dark, rich voice.

"Hiya honey. I wasn't expecting your call tonight." you said honestly. You truly weren't expecting to hear from your favorite client tonight. His phone session usually held a standing reservation with you on Saturday night, usually around 10pm.

"I know darling, but work has been shit and I needed to hear from my sweet bunny."

"Oh yeah? You wanna tell me about it." You asked, as you made yourself more comfortable on the bed.

Bucky let out a let out a sigh. "Just politics darling. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about."

"Hey! I'm not just a pretty voice." You giggled. "I've got a pretty big brain behind this sultry voice, too."

"Oh. I know that bunny. That's why you're the only one I talk too."

"Well then tell me what's got you all worked up honey? That's usually my job." You chuckled and in return heard a deep chuckle on the other end of the line.

"I certainly enjoy getting worked up more from you than from anyone else."

"Well I'm glad to hear it. Means I'm providing an excellent service. Be sure to give me high stars at our end of call survey." You said cheekily, earning another deep chuckle from the other end of the line, before he let out a long deep sigh.

"I wasn't kidding when I said it was politics." He chuckled, when he heard a small gasp coming from you.

"Oh my! I've bagged myself a senator!" You said, fanning yourself even though he couldn't see you. "But, I've seen most of the senators on TV and none of them sound as hot as you honeypie."

"I never said I was a senator, Bunny."

"So, just randomly in politics?" You let out another little gasp. "Are you the man behind the curtain? The puppeter? The pied piper that leads all the rats?" You giggled, earning another laugh from him.

"No. Not in politics at all. More politics adjacent. I keep the wheels moving you could say."

You cocked your eyebrow at that, when a thought came into your mind. "Are you a hitman, Honey?"

The other end of the line was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"What if I was Bunny?"

You covered your side of the reciever and let out a scoff in disbelief, then chuckled. So, tonight is going to be role play? That's a first for your Honey.

"Well first I'd ask if you help the good guys or the bad guys?" You teased.

He took a moment to ponder this before he spoke. "Both. I'm what you would call a neutral party."

"Ah... so you vote Green party!"

You heard a louder laugh came from the line and smiled. It was rare to get your Honey to laugh that hard and when he did it was like music to your ears.

"No, Bunny."

"Are you dangerous?" You asked, your voice going low.

He stayed silent for a moment again, before answering with another question. "Would that scare you if I was?"

"I mean as long as you aren't planning on taking a hit out on me. Then I wouldn't mind. Hypothetically speaking, if you really are a hitman for hire."

"Never, Bunny." He said in a serious tone. "I might be dangerous to others, but not to you; never." He said matterof fact.

"So..." You drawed out. "What's got you all riled up from this job I'm assuming that you're on?"

He let out a sigh. "Just didn't go as I planned. Client is upset, but I couldn't give a fuck."

"Should I ask?"

"I wouldn't Bunny. These things don't need to reach your pretty ears. The only thing that needs to reach your pretty ears, is my voice telling you how much I want to bury myself in that pretty little pussy of yours."

You bit your bottom lip. There's my Honey, as agressive and verbal as ever.

"Would that make your day better? Burying that thick, hard cock in this sweet little pussy?"

He let out a low groan, and you knew he was touching himself. You never did this with other clients, but you found yourself reaching into your little pajama shorts in kind. Your Honey the only one who could pull this out of you; who could make you this wet, this fast.

"That would definitely brighten up my day Bunny."

"Hmm." You let out a low hum as you played with your clit. "I'd be more than happy to help you out with that. Working as hard as you do. The least I could do is greet you when you come home from a long day with my legs spread open for you. My pussy eager and waiting for that fat cock."

"I'd need your mouth first Bunny. It was an especially hard day."

"Of course Honeybunches. I'd love to be on my knees for you, my mouth wet and warm as it takes your big cock. Giving you a proper welcome home from a job."

You could hear him breathing harder on the other end of the line.

"You'd put your hands in my hair and fuck my mouth so good, wouldn't you honey?"

"Yeah baby." He panted.

"My pussy would get all wet just from me sucking your cock off. Just the thought of it right now has got me all sticky honeybunches. Would you let me play with myself as I sucked you off? Or would you be selfish?"

"Depends on if you've been a good girl for me Bunny."

You let out a mock gasp. "I'm always a good girl! You know that honey." you teased.

He let out a chuckle. "Yes you are Bunny. But you're a tease too."

"You love it when I tease you. I'd tease you even with your cock down my throat. I'd run my tongue up and down your fat cock, making sure to circle the top of your pretty cock with my tongue before sucking you back down. All the while, my fingers are buried deep in my pussy, wishing you were there too. I want to be filled completely by my Honey." You moaned out, your fingers finding that spot inside that just made your back arch.

"Fuck Bunny." He said and you knew he was close. "I'd fuck you good and hard, just like you need it."

"Yeah?" You moaned out and the you found he was flipping the script on you.

"Yeah Bunny. I grab that gorgeous hair of yours and wrap it around my fist, pulling you close to me as I pounded into you. Having you on your hands and knees, keeping you so close to me, there wouldn't be an inch of you that wasn't touched by me. And while I pounded into that perfect pussy of yours, my fingers would be busy playing with that clit, knowing that I couldn't and wouldn't cum until you came under me atleast three times."

"Three times?" You teased.

"That's just the appetizer." He whispered and you could practically feel the smirk that you knew was plastered on his face. "If I got my hands on you bunny. I'd ruin you with my cock. There would be no one else, that pussy would be molded and shaped by me; for me."

"Oh fuck." You moaned out dropping your persona for just a moment.

"You like that Bunny?"

"Yeah." You agreed your voice husky.

"My Bunny is just as possessive as I am."

"Oh Honey, yes." You moaned out.

"Is my Bunny touching herself?"

"Yeah Honey."

"That's my good girl. Does that pussy crave my cock as much as I do you?"

"Yes. I'm so empty without you buried deep inside, my honey."

The other side of the line stayed silent for a moment, just the sounds of his filthy moans were heard as you continued pumping your fingers in and out of you, truly wishing it was him inside you.

"Do you hear how wet my pussy is for you Honey? As I fuck my pussy with my fingers wishing it was you filling me up?"

You'd never met or even see your Honey, but you knew he was gorgeous and would be an absolute beast in bed; just by the sound of his voice. You knew he spoke true, he would ruin you just to put you back together and do all over again.

"Fuck Bunny. I'm going to take you away from everything and it's just going to be me and you."

This was different for your Honey, but you were too wrapped up in trying to reach your orgasm to care; so you played along like you usually do with your clients.

"You're going to take me away from my life honey? Treat me like the princess I am."

"Yes Bunny."

"Mmm." You hummed over the line at the thought of finally meeting your honey, the mysterious and so called hitman taking you away from your dreary life working three jobs; to a secluded island where he fucks you silly. "I think I like that idea, honey."

"Good. Now cum for me Bunny. I want to hear those moans and I want you to think of me pounding my cock into that soft and willing pussy."

"Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt yourself climax around your fingers, biting down on your lip as your orgasm crashed over you. All the while you heard the soft tell-tell groan of your honey, cumming with you.

You let out a small chuckle as you pulled your hands from your pj bottoms and felt your body calm, in its post-orgasm bliss. "Well you know your special honey 'cuz I don't cum for any of my other clients."

"Just me." He confirmed.

"Just you, honey."

He let out a low hum on the other end of the line. "I'm glad. I don't think I could handle you fingering that sweet pussy for any man but me."

You chuckled. "Oh no honey. It's all for you. But I'm sorry honey, our hour is up and I have to get some shut eye. Which will be much easier now that you've helped me get off. It's very appreciated."

"Anytime bunny. Good night."

"Good night honey." You said before ending the call and smiling to yourself as you plugged your phone in the charger and shut off the light.

As you drifted to sleep you imagined what your honey would look like, and you let your mind wonder to the idea of him whisking you away to some remote place, just the two of you.

And as you drifted, Bucky stood outside your apartment complex, staring up at your bedroom window and gathering the nerve to do just that.

[idontreallyknow26]

I really need people to wake up and realize the situation in the US can become so much worse so so quickly.

No due process? Oh no! Illegal immigrants getting deported! WRONG loud incorrect buzzer.

No due process means that whatever they accused you of, you did it.

Okay so homegrown criminals are the next to be deported...with no due process. Remember when trump rolled back multiple anti-discrimminary protections for LGBTQ+ individuals? Remember how hard they've been trying to make gay marriage illegal again?

Now let me bring in another point. Anti-abortion laws that have been passed have been PURPOSFULLY blurry, which haa caused the needless deaths of dozens of women because they didn't get medically nessesary abortions. Republican lawmakers knew what they were doing, and they did it because they could.

Now when they make gay marriage illegal, because we know it's coming in the next four years, will that dissolve all gay marriages? Or will they raid workplaces like they did for immigrants?

And I'm sure we all know how awfully trans people are being treated. They banned them from the military. What do you think you're going to be banned from next?

Oh, and, haha, btw, tens of thousands of married women can't vote right now. The SAVE Act bars people with last names that don't match their birth certificate / passport (passports are easy $300 a pop btw) from voting. What group of people don't have their own last names, just the names of the men that came before them? Again aith the blurry lawmaking, they wanted this to happen! State Rep Maxine Dexter introduced an amendment that would force them to clarify that married women could still vote- republicans blocked it. They 👏 do 👏 not 👏 want 👏 you 👏 to 👏 vote 👏

I don't know why this is such a hard concept. You white republican ladies are turning your heads every which way asking what rights you've lost when it's right in front of your fucking face.

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

2. The Party

"You've got to be kidding me." Sophia groans as she sees you walk in with Megan, "Who invited them?!"

"You realize that not everyone hates them right?" Lara asks as she looks at where Sophia's staring.

"They're annoying," she scowls, but a quick glimmer in her eyes betrayed her sudden thought, "actually... I think I might give her a welcome." She smirks and walks up to the DJ. She taps the guy on the shoulder and gets her face closer to his, whispering to him and Lara knew Sophia was using her powers on the poor human guy.

The Filipina walks back with a grin, and Lara shakes her head, "Don't you ever get tired of it all? The constant fighting? You can just ignore them and live your lives separately. The town is big enough and their territory is on the opposite side. "

"Those flea bags shouldn't even be here. This was once a vampire-only community. My family worked hard to get humans to see we're not those blood-hungry Hollywood creatures. It was my great-grandfather's life's work to get us respected and treated as equals."

"Change isn't necessarily bad. Sure, it used to be a human-vampire town but they voted and wanted to open their borders to other supernatural beings. It's an amazing progress that still has a lot to do with his legacy. You can be proud of such a big change, without him none of these people would be here. This town became a safe haven for many Soph. "

"I know that and i don't mind other beings living here except those damn dogs. I literally saw one chase a squirrel last week! How stereotypical can you be? Have some fucking class. I don't see you swimming and luring people to their death with your voice."

"I could if I wanted to but it's not the sa-" Lara gets cut off when a well-known song line gets yelled through the speakers.

Who let the dogs out

"Really, Soph?" Lara looked disappointed at the vampire's choice of song.

"It's very on-brand, don't you think?" Sophia's eyes aren't even on the Siren next to her. She's scanning the place, looking for you. She wants to see your face, the reaction to the song, and how mad you'll get.

At the sound of the song, you're instantly looking for her. You know she's behind it. It's always Sophia ruining your day, in this case, your night. She'd be the only one to stoop this low to get one over you. She always makes dog jokes whenever she can. This song? Definitely her doing.

"Hey, come on. Just let it go. It's a dumb song." Megan pulls at your sleeve, she never likes the fighting.

"No! I'm tired of her disrespecting us!" You whip your head back to the younger woman, "Aren't you sick of it? Of being looked down on?"

"To be fair, it's only Sophia. There are some cool vampires that don't mind that we're here. Don't let one of them ruin it all."

"You really think that it'll be better if we ignore it? Think about it, Megan. She's going to take over one day and then we're screwed. We'll get kicked out just because she doesn't like us!"

"If it isn't the town strays." Sophia interrupts with a smirk. "I heard you complaining about me," she chuckles, running a hand through her black hair. "You know I requested this song just for you. Thought I'd throw you a bone. Or did you perhaps want to be the one to request it? You could howl along like those dogs on talent shows. But those dogs are cute when they do it, you'd just be obnoxious."

"You know, Sophia, for someone who claims to hate me, you sure do spend a lot of time trying to catch my attention." You glare at the brown-eyed beauty. If only she wasn't such a bitch you'd admit to thinking she's pretty.

"Attention?" Sophia raises an eyebrow, Please. You're just a dumb dog that won't leave. I'm just...keeping you in line." She leans in closer, her warm breath hits against your ear as she whispers, " Someone has to keep you on a leash."

"And you think you can handle that?"

She grins like she just got you in her trap, "Can't let a bad dog run free in my town now, can I? Besides it has its perks. Watching you squirm, seeing you get all riled up. Next time I'll have a customized collar just for you."

"Keep it going and you'll find a stake run through your heart one of these days," you glare.

"Then I'll get the silver," she fires back.

You chuckle, knowing you had one over her right now, '' empty threats, Leech. Vampires can't touch silver just like us. It's the only thing we have in common.''

''I doubt you'd survive a stake to the heart'' The Filipina crosses her arms defensively once she realizes her mistake.

''not the same and you know it''

"Whatever," Sophia rolls her eyes and leaves without speaking another word.

"Did you just win from her? '' Megan smiles at you, a proud gleam in her eyes. '' Damn, that's one for the history books.''

"Let's just get some drinks and have some fun. we're here to let loose after all. ''You nudge her towards the kitchen while keeping an eye out for Sophia.

''You're not going to make me run tomorrow, right? '' She gives you puppy eyes, knowing they work on you. "I can't run when I'm hungover. It's torture."

''You're not getting special treatment. So drink responsibly, you know what's waiting for you tomorrow." You make it through the packed mass of people and find a rich assortment of drinks.

"THERE YOU ARE!" Manon's voice screams from the right, and you wince, "Come here, I'm making drinks!"

If there's one thing you've learned over the years, it's that Manon may not be the best in potions, but she's great at making an alcoholic beverage of choice. "This counter is a mess." Empty bottles lay on their sides, empty cans and bottles piled up on a makeshift pyramid. No doubt the doing of some drunk waiting for their drink.

"It's my Aesthetic." Manon gives a grin, "So what will you have?"

"A water will be fine"

"boo. No. Pick something else. I've been practicing my skills and broadened my mixing list" she motions to all the bottles that are set up behind her, some half, others a quarter left.

"If only you put this much effort in your potions," you chuckle with an amused gaze, "didn't you blow up your desk last week?"

"No. I blew up my Cauldron, not the desk. Minimal damage. Dani probably exaggerated when she told you about that." she waves her hand like it's nothing. Well, it is nothing when you're Manon. She's set fire to her house more times than all the house fires of the town combined, blown up furniture, and fringed off her own eyebrows at one point. She's a walking hazard when it comes to potions.

"Surprise me, you know my taste."

"That's the spirit," she claps her hands in glee and starts grabbing some of the bottles behind her and measuring each pour into a glass. "So... I heard the song. Sophia?"

"Yhup. I don't even understand why she hates us so much. Sure, centuries ago our ancestors killed one another, but that hatchet got buried many years ago. I don't understand why she does it."

"Maybe she just hates you and not your kind. That's always a possibility."

"Whatever it is, it's getting old." You give her a smile as she hands you the drink. "So what did you make for me?" you ask as you inspect the contents of the glass.

"A highball. It's whiskey on ice, you fill the rest of the glass with ginger ale and add a little lime to it." She plops a slice of lemon inside the glass, "I'm out of limes, so it'll have to do." She winks.

"Not bad," you compliment once you take your sip, "Never would've thought ginger ale and whiskey would mix." You look back at the glass in small wonder at the taste, "It's good though."

"My pleasure, now off you go. Plenty of people want a cocktail around here, and I can't be talking to you when some of these losers give me money for it. They're so far gone they forget it's an open bar, but I'm not gonna say no to extra money." Manon smiles as she cleans up the counter to the best of her abilities.

Meanwhile, Sophia has been watching you the whole time, her face clearly betraying her agitated state. You had won the fight. You never win. You never even called her names and now you called her a leech? Where did you get the nerve to talk back?

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[maxdibert]

It matters a lot that Spain is being vocal when the rest of Europe sits and claps at whatever the US and Israel say, is enough visibility when you have people like Meloni diminishing the US’s hand in the current global instability (like always). She shamelessly says that blaming the US is a simplification and here, many leftists voted her, many leftists believe that our overtly fascist government is merely an offset because fascism is dead. So to me, it’s a huge deal to see Spanish government officials rising their voice, it’s the bare minimum sure but is better than what the rest of the world is doing.

Look, I’m very critical of Spain in many political and social aspects. I’ve always thought—and I still think—that Spain isn’t really a progressive country, no matter how much it tries to sell itself that way abroad. It’s a country with a very strong fascist legacy, deeply rooted in several generations because of the dictatorship, repression, fear, and the ideological apparatus that was ingrained in us for decades. That doesn’t just disappear overnight and it’s still there, shaping how we think, how we vote, how we react collectively. That residue is noticeable.

But it’s also true that when I started traveling I realized something: that push after the dictatorship ended, that collective urge to recover lost time, to catch up at full speed, ironically placed us at the forefront on many issues. It’s a strange mix, because we still have deeply conservative structures —from the judiciary to the media— but at the same time there’s a very alive social awareness and a historical memory that, although barely, keeps pushing forward. So when you see other European countries, which have always been sold to us as examples of progress and democratic sophistication… sometimes you realize they’re full of prejudice, stale discourses, and hypocrisy that’s embarrassing.

In that context, yes, I think it’s important that the Spanish government is raising its voice. Is it the bare minimum? Absolutely. Should it be normal? Also. But the fact that it stands out, that it makes headlines, and that outside our borders we’re looked at as if we’re doing something brave just by stating the obvious is tragic. Because what it highlights is how deeply the international community is sunk in cowardice, in following the lead of Washington and Tel Aviv, and in a political cynicism that’s disgusting.

And then there’s the issue of islamophobic discourse, which makes me sick. Because we’re not just talking about passivity in the face of genocide, but active complicity based on deeply racist prejudices. It’s pure racism. Institutional islamophobia, colonialism recycled for the 21st century. And again Europe applauding. I don’t know what’s worse, the silence or how they justify the unjustifiable.

Then you see all that European far-right with their “Europe for Europeans,” “down with Brussels bureaucracy,” “we’re sovereign,” speeches, and then they run to suck up to Trump or act as obedient pawns of NATO. It’s ridiculous. They’re servile. All these people who pose as anti-establishment but have zero criticism for the real power controlling the world stage.

I don’t have national pride. Never have. Spain has embarrassed me countless times and still does in many ways. But this government stance—although insufficient—makes me feel represented, at least in the essentials. I That said, I’d really be proud if diplomatic relations with Israel were cut, if the embassy was closed, if serious economic sanctions were applied, if all trade with them stopped and if the economic support of this genocidal structure was ended with agreements and empty words. But well, dreaming is free lol

[lighthouseas]

guys you do know that this doesn't mean the election is automatically over right

[terryfuckingturniptruck]

Alright, here we go again. I'm sorry that you all want to feel righteous and just but not voting or voting third party is only going to make everything worse. Of course the dems are fucked up politicians too but if you are going to just not vote for anyone bc of the genocide, then you are voting indirectly for that orange fucker to be back in office. And not only is he for the genocide in Palestine, he is for various other types of genocide and other egregious behaviors as we've seen.

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Round 3 Match 14

[moltengoldveins]

the world, the Bible, every decent Christian I’ve ever spoken to: you know that being a Christian isn’t about rules and is in fact about a relationship with God, right?

me (autistic) (very young): yes! Quick question, how do I do that?

my parents, whom im beginning to realize might have been Mistaken about some things: well obviously you read the Bible and memorize all the rules in it, and if you think something might be right or wrong you check against the rules in the Bible!

me, (again, autistic): ok! Those are definitely different things and not the same thing in a different hat!

Me, recently, (I must stress, so so so autistic) watching the ‘rule’ that you will know someone’s relationship with Christ by the fruits of the spirit and the ‘rule’ that being gay or supporting gay people is morally wrong and you cannot maintain a relationship with God while living in sin like that smash into one another in real time as every actually decent Christian I’ve seen in the past six months has been either Gay or supportive of the LGBTQ: …… oh shit have I been being homophobic and weirdly rules-lawyery the whole time. How the fuck did that happen? Where did the idea that ‘a relationship with God’ equals ‘knowing all the rules and checking everything against them?’ come from?

my parents in actual recent conversation: you cannot trust your understanding of God or your mind to adequately reach out to Him! You cannot trust your relationship with Him to be enough! To be on the safe side you should focus on what you can fully know (the Bible)! This totally isn’t self-contradictory considering you have to rely on your mind to interpret the Bible also!!

me, (very near an autistic meltdown): oh so. Oh so I’ve been faith-by-works-ing my way through this. I saw ‘we cannot fully rely on our own power to know what God wants’ and instead of going ‘so I should Ask Him’ I went ‘so I shouldn’t even try to ask and should instead follow a bunch of mostly made up rules.’ Great. Love that for me. I gotta change that now I fucking guess. Can I at least get a solid answer on whether wanting to marry someone of the same gender is chill or not, because I’m fighting fucking battles right now between my conservative family and my liberal friends and I want to not keep having to say “I guess I’m just not sure” every time someone gives a half-decent argument either way.

God, giving a shockingly clear and immediate answer: Girl you are single and entirely unready for a relationship. Also you’re ace. Also we just spent all this time on how you’re struggling because you’re terrified of trusting me with telling you whether something is wrong or not because you don’t believe I’ll tell you when you need to know. You don’t need to know right now. You’re working through this mental hypothetical because you’re anxious and untrusting. You are completely and painfully single. Having some all-powerful sign that confirmed for all time that this was right or wrong would do absolutely nothing for you right now. It’d change nothing about how you treat gay people - you treat them well anyway. The only thing it would do would make you feel (falsely) like you wouldn’t need to rely on me anymore. Literally why would I do that.

me: …….. well shit, ok then. That. Ok. Turns out Just Asking Him without checking the rules first… works. Ok. Ok ok ok. Very chill very cool very chill very cool.

[chieana]

the punk to capitalist pipeline is kinda insane and makes no sense to me

and yet that is what mcr (and many others who aren't famous) have done