#intersectional nonsense

[cornetespoir]

I've been wanting to do this ever since I first saw this tweet

[neosatsuma]

from facebook but it was so crunchy I redid the text

[misterradio]

i think factory pomo will always be my sweetheart aesthetic i just love the geometric stylings. i always used factory pomo style clip art in school projects i thought it was suuuch a cool style.

looking thru that website... memphis jr is also great, kind of similar geometric style with brighter colours. i even used to have the toy used as the example image, and for some reason images of LSD:DE are used as an example lol

[crehador]

DIVISION ASSEMBLED: CHUUOKU

although i am loving the hell out of reverse 1999 as its own thing now i haven't forgotten that the whole reason i picked up the game in the first place is to collect hpmi voice actors who are also voicing characters in the r1999 jp dub

and just four patches in! we have!! a complete division!!!

regulus & nemu: yamamoto nozomi sophia & otome: kobayashi yuu tennant & ichijiku: takahashi chiaki

IT'S A WIN FOR THE WOMEN (RIGHTEOUS AND DESERVED)

tragically otome cv is voicing an npc here so alas i cannot fulfill my dream of creating teams that are hpmi divisions, unless......

eternity & honobono: fairouz ai

THAT'S RIGHT WE HAVE HONOBONO TOO (and i am currently building her so maybe... maybe i'll see if she can work in a team with regulus and tennant somehow, since otome doesn't seem to want to be playable)

anyway we're 1 out of 7 divisions complete now... kijima and shiraimu i am looking at u, get in this game rn

[tht1personuwishwldnoticeu]

accidentally read some t*rf/r*df*m lack of logic and stupidity in the reblog of a post tht had nothing to do with the topic which is how like utterly deranged n brain washed these ppl are. post: usamerican athlete insulted chinese athlete. t*rf/r*df*m: I AND EVERYONE ELSE SAW TWO MEN BEAT TWO WOMEN AND WIN (referring to the boxing). im really just trying to understand how those two things are related like what

[mcbitchtits]

they sure do but this is AI slop

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: David Shipley

Published: Mar 6, 2025

Robert Jenrick, the shadow justice secretary, has accused his Labour counterpart Shabana Mahmood of not believing in ‘equality under the law’ and ‘enshrining’ a ‘double standard’ over who is, and isn’t, sent to prison. The accusations against Mahmood – and the Labour government – came after new guidelines from the Sentencing Council were published, which appear to make prison less likely for ‘ethnic’, ‘cultural’ and ‘faith’ minorities who are convicted of crimes.

The Sentencing Council’s updated rules state that, for a number of groups, the assumption should be in favour of a pre-sentence report (PSR). Convicted people under 25, females, those from an ethnic cultural or faith minority, pregnant women or sole carers for children are all considered likely to be eligible to have a PSR, which can prove useful in making the case for why a person shouldn’t be locked up. Indeed, the government’s analysis shows that people who receive a detailed PSR are more likely to be spared jail. This shake-up appears to be driven by a belief that the justice system is disproportionately biased against ethnic and cultural minorities, and that guidelines should seek to remedy that.

The Justice Secretary responded to Jenrick’s accusation by insisting that: ‘I do not stand for any differential treatment before the law for anyone of any kind and there will never be a two-tier sentencing approach under my watch’.

The problem she faces is that the inevitable outcome of the Sentencing Council’s new guidance is that a white English person and an ethnic minority person convicted of the same crime are likely to face a different chance of being jailed. Indeed, that consequence is arguably the whole point of these changes.

The Sentencing Council appears to believe that our justice system is systemically racist, and that part of its job is to change that by weighting the scales in favour of those it believes are discriminated against. Even if Mahmood disagrees with that view, the Sentencing Council’s semi-autonomous status means the Justice Secretary is not able to direct the Council to change its rules. The danger of non-departmental public bodies, and other quangos, is that they drain power and control away from those who are supposed to exercise it on our behalf.

So what is the Sentencing Council and how are they able to change these rules? Established in 2010, at the very end of the last Labour government, the Council is a ‘non-departmental public body’, answerable to Parliament, but without ministerial control. The Council’s website states that it was created to ‘promote greater transparency and consistency in sentencing, while maintaining the independence of the judiciary’. This claim is hard to square with the Council’s next statement, that its ‘primary role’ is to ‘issue guidelines on sentencing, which the courts must follow unless it is in the interests of justice not to’.

The Council is comprised of eight judges, and six people with other experience of the criminal justice system (including an academic, a Chief Constable and the Director of Public Prosecutions). It has a number of ‘strategic goals’, including to ‘explore and consider issues of equality and diversity…and take any necessary action in response’,. It seems that goal has driven this week’s controversial announcement.

When I asked the Sentencing Council for comment about the reforms they said that it ‘identifies particular cohorts for whom evidence suggests PSRs might be of particular value to the court. The reasons for including groups vary but include evidence of disparities in sentencing outcomes, disadvantages faced within the criminal justice system and complexities in circumstances of individual offenders that can only be understood through an assessment.’

But there’s a danger here. A justice system which is perceived to be two-tier or biased against particular groups is one which may rapidly lose its legitimacy amongst those groups. That potential outcome would be particularly dangerous if the majority group in this country is the one which believes itself to be discriminated against.

Justice must be fair, and seen to be fair. Relying on unelected members of the legal profession and establishment to ensure that seems to have created a situation where the Justice Secretary should, on her own terms, reject this guidance. Will Labour challenge New Labour’s creation?

[ Via: https://archive.today/40fbH ]

==

So, basically, UK prisons will contain only straight, white British men.

This is not "justice." Justice is blind, not riddled with late-stage intersectional siphillis.

[mycroftrh]

I could write a dissertation about this and instead only have time for a few paragraphs but. Looking back on Psych with more knowledge about neurodiversity and how people feel about actually being around folks with neurodiversity-related traits…

I have a LOT of feelings about how Gus has so many of the autistic (and some ADHD) traits that people find annoying and grating and get pissed off about (correcting people, infodumping, dropping special interests into unrelated conversations, rigidity in folllowing rules, etc) and Shawn has so many of the ADHD (and some autistic) traits that people find annoying etc (physical and verbal hyperactivity, jumping between tasks and jobs and so forth, habitual lying, interrupting in conversation, etc), BUT

With each other they sort of… build their relationship around those things, instead of treating them as Problems. Gus corrects incorrect things and Shawn forgets correct things (or habitually lies or etc) so they build an entire recurring bit around the situation where those traits intersect (“I’ve heard it both ways”) that turns it from a source of conflict into a shared in-joke ritual. When Shawn starts up one of his elaborate lies Gus immediately swings into commit to the bit back-up mode. Shawn treats Gus’s infodumping as a social strategy.

They balance each others’ extremes without genuinely resenting each other for needing that. Gus is overly rigid about rule-following, Shawn is overly impulsive about rule-breaking, and they pull each other towards a more sustainable middle ground. Gus is overly fond of routine and risks stagnation, Shawn is overly prone to starting and then abandoning things, between them they’re able to form a life that’s interesting and includes novelty but isn’t unlivably chaotic. (We see what happens with that one when they’re not together to balance each other out! During the time they were apart, Shawn had a jillion jobs and quit all of them, while Gus became a dead-eyed pharmaceutical salesman with zero, like, Upward Mobility.)

And then of course there are the traits they share! They both clearly have echolalia and a drive to stim, for instance, and instead of policing each other they just periodically break into random dances and vocal exercises and “singing” and general sensory-seeking nonsense together, matched to each other.

I just??? The fact that they visibly display all those autistic and ADHD traits that drive other people crazy but instead of being a wedge between them that’s exactly why they’re perfect for each other… and how it’s not that it doesn’t ever cause them annoyance because they’re just like naturally soulmates who never get annoyed by anything about each other, but that they’ve worked out rituals and strategies so that what maybe bothered them in the past now instead is a shared bonding activity, or acts to balance their weaknesses against each other…

Just. Got Dam, that’s the dream

[misctf]

Repeating History

Derek smiled as he walked back to the teacher's lounge. He had just finished having a heart-to-heart with one of his students, Billy, who was again reported for bullying. The high school senior reminded him a lot of himself at that age- young, arrogant, and a total asshole. If it hadn't been for Derek's high school sweetheart helping him see there was more to him than that, who knows how he would've ended up. Derek could only hope that he could have a similar positive effect on Billy.

"Mr. Novak!" He turned to see an older woman with wild grey hair coming towards him, a concerned look on her wrinkled face.

"Hey there. Can I help you?" Derek smiled.

The woman stomped up to him, jabbing a finger against his chest. "I heard about what happened with my grandson today. Bullying, harassment, cruelty! And you… You allow this nonsense?" Her words dripped with anger and disappointment.

"I'm deeply sorry about what Tim has been going through. I've spoken with all of those involved." Derek started, "Ma'am, please let me reassure you, I'm working to address…"

Derek's words were cut off as the irate grandmother suddenly grabbed his hand, turning it over to examine his palm. Her eyes widened as she traced the lines intently.

"This palm… This fork here!" She exclaimed, pointing to a distinct V-shaped line intersecting his lifeline. "Major change, right here. A crossroads taken." Her gaze snapped up to meet his, ancient and knowing. "It seems you weren't always the saintly teacher you pretend to be now, hmm Mr. Novak?" A sardonic smile played at her lips. "Once a bully, always a bully they say. Arrogant! Narcissistic! You'd rather empathize with hooligans than those they torment!"

"Now hold on just a moment…"

"They think they come to you for help! But you can't help your true nature. You deceive them!"

In a fluid motion, the old woman pressed her thumb and forefinger together over the intersection point in Derek's palm. To his shock, he watched the lines shift and merge beneath her touch until the distinctive Y shape smoothed into a single line. A chill ran down his spine. Derek stumbled back, his mind reeling as he stared at his palm in disbelief. What the hell just happened? He looked up at the old woman, questions burning in his eyes, but she had already turned away, muttering darkly under her breath.

_____

Derek trudged into his apartment, his mind still spinning from the bizarre encounter with Tim's grandmother earlier. The place was a complete disaster - dirty laundry strewn across the floor, empty beer bottles and pizza boxes littering every surface. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of sweat and neglect. He wrinkled his nose, feeling strangely drawn to the pungent aroma despite himself.

"Jenny? Babe, you home?" He called out, expecting to hear his girlfriend's voice, "Babe is everything…"

But as the words left his mouth, a flicker of confusion passed through him. Why was he calling for Jenny? They hadn't been together in…in… Memories flashed through his mind - he asked her out, she brutally shot him down, they hadn't spoken since. He felt his stomach churn just at the thought.

"What the hell is going on?" He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. When did he start letting things go like this? Derek prided himself on being put together, both personally and professionally. But standing amidst the chaos of his once-neat living space, he barely recognized it, "I-I'll clean up tomorrow." He muttered, "I need some sleep."

______

Derek jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. Morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains as he sat up, blinking in confusion. His eyes fell to his bare torso and he gasped - his chest hair, usually a thick patch, was nowhere to be seen. Running a hand over his jaw, he recoiled at the smoothness beneath his fingertips. Even his five o'clock shadow, a constant companion, had vanished overnight.

"Derek! Get up, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother's voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of her fist pounding on the door.

School? Derek leapt out of bed, his mind reeling. But wait… This wasn't his apartment. His eyes landed on posters of scantily clad models and sports cars plastered on the walls. A desk overflowing with textbooks and energy drink cans. It took a full minute for the realization to hit him - he was in his childhood bedroom.

Derek stumbled to the mirror, hardly recognizing the face staring back at him. Smooth skin, clear eyes, a youthful glow - he looked like he was 18 again, a high school senior. His hands shook as he gripped the sink, memories flooding back. The last thing he remembered clearly was confronting Billy about bullying Tim. Then the strange encounter with Tim's grandmother, her cryptic words, the sensation of his palm changing…

A loud bang on the door startled him, "Derek! I mean it, you'll miss first period!" His mom's voice held an edge of frustration.

"I'm up!" He called back, trying to keep his voice steady. Panic rising in his throat, he rifled through drawers, pulling on a t-shirt and jeans that felt too tight across his increasingly larger muscles, "I'll be down in a minute!"

______

Heart racing, Derek navigated the crowded hallways of the high school, memories of his teenage years washing over him. Lockers slamming, kids laughing and shouting greetings to each other. It all felt so vivid, so real. He spotted a familiar face among the sea of students - Martha, one of his colleague and good friend. Relief flooded through him and he made a beeline towards her.

"Martha, thank god," he started, lowering his voice, "Something really weird is happening to me. I woke up and-"

Martha cut him off with a sharp look, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him out of earshot of nearby students. "Derek, enough with the informalities. You know better than to call me by my first name."

Her tone was stern, almost parental. Derek blinked, taken aback.

Derek's jaw dropped open, a wave of confusion and humiliation washing over him. "What do you mean? Martha, it's me, Derek. Your friend, your colleague…"

Martha's expression softened slightly, but her posture remained rigid. "Derek, I don't know what game you're playing at, but it needs to stop. Your behavior lately has been completely unacceptable. Skipping classes, showing up disheveled, making inappropriate comments to the other students…" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And for heaven's sake, when was the last time you showered or applied deodorant?"

A pungent odor seemed to emanate from Derek, a mix of stale sweat and Axe. Martha wrinkled her nose, stepping back slightly.

Derek lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit experimentally. An amused chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it. "Y'know, that actually doesn't smell half bad…" The words left his mouth before he could censor himself. Horror dawned on his face as he realized what he'd said, "I'm fine, Ms. Johnson. Thanks for your concern."

Before turning to leave. But in his haste, he failed to watch where he was going. His shoulder collided with another student's chest, sending them both stumbling.

"For fucks sake! Watch it, loser!" Derek snarled, shoving the smaller boy roughly. It took a moment for recognition to set in. Timmy, "Tch, typical fuckin' loser. Always in the way." He sneered, looking Timmy up and down with contempt, "I…" He froze, "I… I'm so sorry, Timmy. That was…" He swallowed hard, fighting back tears, "I didn't mean it. Please forgive me."

Derek reached out a hand, but Timmy flinched away, eyeing him warily. Around them, other students began to take notice, whispers and stares piercing the sudden tension. And Derek fled. Left the building and ran down the street, only stopping when he caught a glimpse of himself in a car mirror.

Derek stood frozen, staring at his reflection in shock and revulsion. The person looking back at him was a stranger, yet achingly familiar. It was like gazing into a twisted mirror, seeing the worst version of himself magnified tenfold. Young, cocky, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Muscles rippling beneath his thin t-shirt as he flexed unconsciously. Blonde hair artfully tousled, blue eyes glinting with mischief and barely concealed arrogance. He looked like a caricature of himself at 18- all of his features emphasizing arrogance and cockiness.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Shouldn't you be at school, Mr. Novak?" Derek turned to see Timmy's grandmother, wearing a satisfied smirk. "Or perhaps you prefer to skip class these days, just like old times?"

Derek's blood ran cold, a chill running down his spine. "What did you do to me? Why am I like this?" He demanded, his voice cracking with desperation and fear.

The old woman threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, you naive little boy. I simply removed the catalyst that set you on a different path."

Derek shook his head vehemently, backing away from the old woman. "No, no, no. This isn't me anymore. I'm not that person!" He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. "I don't want to be this arrogant, selfish prick. I fuckin' hate this!" He grabbed his head, "I can feel it... fuck... Please..." Despite his words, he couldn't help but flex his bicep, admiring the way it popped. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The old woman's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction. "Look at yourself, Derek. You're already slipping back into old habits. Enjoying the scent of your own musk, aren't you? Appreciating the way your body responds to your newfound strength."

"Shut the fuck up." He snapped, "You don't know shit about me or what I want."

He ran a hand through his perfectly tousled blonde hair, preening slightly. The urge to post a shirtless selfie was suddenly overwhelming. Maybe he'd hit the gym later, really show off his gains. Derek shook his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts, but they kept creeping back in, tempting him with the promise of validation and admiration.

"You had a choice once upon a time." The old lady said, "But I've set you on a new path. You want to empathize with those hooligans? With those that bully others? You're no better than them."

Derek went to protest. To say something clever. But as he tried to think, he found... nothing. What was there to protest?

"You got a problem with me?" His eyes narrowed, "I don't need to listen to this shit. This is who I am." He cracked his knuckles, relishing the sound. "And if you ask me, I'm pretty fucking awesome like this."

"Yes, yes you are." She smiled, "Enjoy your life Derek."

And with that, she was gone. Leaving Derek to revel in his new life. He looked down at his muscular arms, flexing them instinctively. A slow grin spread across his face as he breathed in his own pungent scent, reveling in it.

"I fuckin' will." He chuckled.

_______

Grinning widely, Derek strode into his old childhood bedroom, leaving the door wide open. He stripped off his shirt without hesitation, tossing it aside carelessly. Staring at his muscular reflection in the full-length mirror, he flexed and posed shamelessly, admiring every inch of his sculpted physique. His hands roaming his abs. He gave his flexed bicep an appreciate squeeze.

"Not bad, bro. Not bad at all," he murmured approvingly, enjoying the musk emanating from his pits. Picking up his phone, he snapped a series of provocative selfies, "Now that's the shit."

This felt right. Like it was always meant to be. And Derek couldn't have been any happier.

[learn-how-to-love]

The way that some transradfems speak down to transmascs as if they don’t understand what it’s like to experience misogyny is kind of baffling to me. I’m not even saying that there’s a complete zero sum of trans men out there that have never faced significant misogyny- I’ve seen some that say as much (while also usually being incredibly privileged in other ways, but I digress)- but to talk to the average transmasc as if they have no idea what it’s like to navigate the world under the social class of “woman” is just nonsensical. Even more insulting are those who try to frame it as “affirming”, as if telling us that our experiences aren’t real and we don’t know what we’re talking about is suddenly okay as long as we’re being correctly gendered.

Hell, I’d go as far to say that just like there are forms of misogyny non-transfems usually don’t face (due to that specific intersection, usually called transmisogyny) there’s also forms that are unique to transmascs (which we call transandrophobia). Things like reproductive healthcare being so difficult to obtain in many parts of the world and medical gatekeeping specifically oriented around the potential children one’s body could theoretically support are big ones, which while already a part of cis women’s experiences with misogyny only become more extreme with the intersection of trans identities. At the end of the day, I do not think it is hyperbole to say that transmascs will never be “free” of misogyny until misogyny itself disappears from society, and until then, it seldom actually lessens upon transitioning so much as it transforms into new and often worse forms.

tl;dr, “transitioning into privilege” is always a falsehood (and a TERF calling card) and those who talk to transmasculine people, regardless of their gender, as if they have no deeper understanding of the function and impact of misogyny on their lives is just blatantly incorrect and trans(andro)phobic.

[luviestarz]

ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄꜱ! ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ❥

❥ Love at First Bite…literally!? - @huangberryyy (Wherein Haechan finally gets the chick flick moment he dreamt of. Or wherein Haechan finally understands the appeal of being bitten by bitches.)

❥ the bet - @tyonfs (you and lee donghyuck created a bet that stated you two would have sex if he made the winning shot. now, you’re pinned up against the lockers, about to do the one thing best friends don’t do, and you definitely shouldn’t be wanting more.)

❥ Babe Watch [M]  - @milfgyuu (You and Haechan both have big plans this summer. You’re going to earn yourself a spot on the infamous Baywatch team and Haechan’s deadset on getting the girl. It just so happens that both your plans intersect quite nicely.)

❥ [8:02pm] - @nctsworld (in which a spontaneous dance in the kitchen with donghyuck sparks a revelation about how you feel about him.)

❥ beware the panty perv ♡ ldh x reader - @guanana (there’s a mystery at hand! it seems like your panties have been vanishing into thin air whenever you need them most? angry that your favorite pairs of panties are going missing, you decide to put on your detective hat in hopes of finding the mysterious lingerie bandit. but between all of the guys that you sleep with— you can’t seem to pinpoint who the culprit could be. it couldn’t possibly be your absolute geek of a tutor for calculus, right? nah.)

❥ september 19. - @hyucks-archive

❥ SURE THING (L.DH) - @domjaehyun

❥ young gods (l.dh) - @606fm (in the midst of committing felonies in the dark, lee donghyuck—your literal partner in crime and ride or die for life—manages to snag your heart in the process without you even realizing it. i mean, what the hell did you expect from seoul city’s most notorious robber?)

❥ [7:43am] - @aesthyuckic

❥ haechan is obsessed with you. - @haechurch

❥ the right one. (m) - @starryhyuck (donghyuck doesn’t like you going on dates with anyone else, especially lee jeno. you’re supposed to be his. and only his.)

❥ meow haechan using a lot of tongue meow meow  - @ofjunemoment (or: you’re thinking of getting a tongue piercing, but you’re not sure how haechan feels)

❥ attention - @pinkynana (gamer boys are the easiest target for you. they barely interact with any other woman so the moment you find out haechan was a gamer boy, you promised to sit on his lap any time he wanted to.)

❥ free falling - @sunpopz (your friend haechan has been acting kinda weird lately.. does it have anything to do with you? maybe it does, considering he keeps looking at you like you're gonna kill him any second. well, that and he randomly liked a three month old picture of you.)

❥ haechan — just for you (m) - @hyuckmov (because haechan thought you were irresistible when you were clever, if only because he knew he was the only one who could make your brain go empty.)

❥ Started With A Kiss - @sundaysundaes (Rookie actor, Lee Haechan, desperately wants to get the lead role in the highly anticipated upcoming TV drama. He’s sure he has what it takes to fill the part. Acting as a hero? No problem. Pretending to overcome his traumatic experience? Consider it done. A bed scene? Easy—wait, no. That might be a problem. But he should be fine as long as he gets to rehearse, right?)

❥ if I lose my mind - @slightlymore (you’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him.)

❥ this is the story of how we fell in love, apparently. - @navyhyuck (running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new. what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.)

❥ face sitting - @haetkeeper

❥ pervert (M) - @haechannielove (you confront haechan on his disgusting and constant objectification of you.)

❥ Pearlescent - @d-nghy-ck (A shoreline sunset spent cozied up against Hyuck dives deep past surface level. His lips profess his heart’s intent; his eyes reflect waves dancing in iridescent glimmers; his love whispered into your skin evokes heated passion.) 

❥ i love it, starboy - @staargirlblog (slight yandere! idol! haechan x fangirl! reader)

❥ college boyfriend!haechan - @lvlyynim

❥ perv!haechan - @4everhyucks

❥ My Boy. - @prodbymaui (A series of failed relationships and you were this near of giving up on love. But then here comes little Donghyuck and his persistence. Maybe-- he was the one fated to you, after all.)

[ratbastarddotfuck]

I thought bioessentialism and gender essentialism was a total crock of shit by the time I was 7 years old and was fully arguing with adult men and women in my family about this for my entire childhood, despite not having the language. So much of the worst misogynist abuse I suffered was specifically because I refused to bend the knee to patriarchal gender standards, because I thought they were nonsense. I was forced into waxing appointments by women in my life because I simply refused to shave, an experience which was incredibly traumatic for a host of reasons. This is one example of many. [misogyny is the primary societal enforcer of antitransmasculinity (and transphobia in general ofc). patriarchal power is constantly utilised to keep "women" from stepping out of line, and the first step to becoming transmasc is often being seen as a woman out of line. I could write a whole essay about this and how this intersects with the transfeminine experience but i digress.]

Idk why strangers on the internet think they could win me over to transphobia by telling me that things are easier if you go back in the box. Like yeah, society sure is an easier thing to move through when you're not a gender freak, you're right! There ARE a lot fewer confusing, annoying, buzzkill conversations that you need to have when you're not challenging the patriarchy, so true! Life could be so simple if I detransitioned and married a straight man and lived as his domestic fuckmaid for the rest of my life. It would be really simple, and it really is just inconsiderate of us trannies to go and mess up the whole system for everyone else by trying to have "pronouns" and "gender neutral medical language".

I don't really give a fuck? I have never given a fuck? The feminist art I raised myself on taught me to make a mess and be seen caring about people. Be inconvenient. Because otherwise I will never be a real person. So many people are just moving through society along their pre-determined path of cisheteronormativity. I have never fit into it; I am inconvenient. I was an inconvenient child, I am an inconvenient man, I am an inconvenient woman. It's fucking awesome, you should try it too.

[bbygirl-aemond]

okay now that i've slept on this episode (and watched the behind the scenes) i want to talk more about this idea of rhaenyra as a cult leader who has completely drunk her own kool-aid. it's an a+ development for her character and i truly hope the writers continue to lean into it further.

hotd has built up this idea of dragons being a conduit for the divine from the very beginning of season one, when viserys and rhaenyra talk about how the targaryen's perceived proximity to the gods comes via their control of dragons. earlier in season two we also heard the smallfolk describe the dragons as invulnerable gods during the parading of meleys's head. this is a deliberate narrative that the targaryens have cultivated (as jace pointed out) to provide themselves with a divine mandate to justify their rule.

this idea of the dragons as a divine mandate is beginning to intersect with the conqueror's dream for rhaenyra in a fascinating way. rhaenyra has always placed more importance on the conqueror's dream than, say, daemon or jace, but this episode goes much further, and is full of rhaenyra talking about being given signs and instructions from the gods. i think addam claiming seasmoke was a transformation for her- she was smiling and had this look of near elation once he claimed her as queen.

i think she genuinely believes that the gods broke the rules of dragon claiming in order to give her a loyal dragon rider right when she needed one. we then see this same elated smile again when she successfully brings vermithor to heel.

each of these little moments is something she takes as confirmation that she's being aided by the gods. this is why she is so convinced that the dragon seeds who claim vermithor and silverwing will be loyal to her- she has convinced herself that all of this is the gods signaling to her and that they will bring her loyal dragon riders the way they brought her addam. the dragon tamers point out what rhaenyra is not willing to acknowledge; these are not true signs from the gods, but things that rhaenyra herself is reading into and arranging for herself. she is seeing what she wants to see. and this will be proven true when hugh and ulf betray rhaenyra, likely due to rhaenyra's own actions in locking the dragonseeds in to die. they were not loyal believers sent from the gods to serve her; they were just men, and she's given them the fantasy equivalent of nuclear missiles.

a large part of this belief in divine validation is definitely due to rhaenyra's own deep seated insecurity due to viserys neglecting her in her childhood and her small council not taking her seriously enough, but i also think this is a coping mechanism on rhaenyra's part. she has no choice but to lean into this war as fully as she can now, to describe herself as helpless in the wake of what the gods have set before her, because she needs her losses to mean something. she needs visenya's death and luke's death to mean something. she needs the loss of her relationship with alicent to mean something.

but in doing this, she is already beginning to push others away from her. she has lost the support of the dragon tamers, and she has also pushed away jace; when he confronted her about a valid concern about how this would make his own ascension even more fraught, she just parroted more of that divine mandate nonsense back to him, which he is clearly not buying. i'll be curious to see how much deeper she falls into this cultish spiral and how much more it costs her.

[ashenmind]

my core issue with the transandrophobia nonsense is that it paints transmisogyny as some kind of “pink transphobia”, rather than the intersectional form of oppression that it is

this is especially annoying when the transmisogyny tag get glutted with people talking about how little they care about transmisogyny!

[defmaybe]

Law and Technology

NJZ’s Kim Minji x Male Reader

500 words

“And the party who initiates the lawsuit is–”

“Plaintiff.”

“Correct.”

And she rewards you by upping the pace of her hand on your cock, rubbing, stroking, making an obscene sound between the bookshelves. Her other hand is gently squeezing your balls. Her fresh lilac scent wafts into your nose. Good thing you two are here early in the morning. Nobody’s in the faculty’s library yet, except for the staff on the first floor.

“Damn it–ah–I fucking hate this subject,” you whine, intersected with your soft moans, as your hand scribbles ‘plantif’ on the iPad shakingly.

“Ethics are important to our department. We can’t just go out there doing nonsense,” Minji replies, her voice unwavering despite the fact that she’s jerking you off. She’s a professional at this. “And it’s plain-tiff, two f-s, not plan-tif.”

“At least this should’ve been three credits, not one,” you riposte, erasing the mistake and rewriting ‘plaintiff’ with your below-average handwriting.

“We can agree on that,” Minji replies, softly chuckling.

As the obscene display continues, you hear a sound of spitting beside your ear. A glob of bubbling liquid lands on your cock, and Minji uses her hand to lather the length with it. The sensation becomes stronger as a result; the strokes become smoother and sloppier. Your legs start to give in, trembling at her totalitarian touch.

“Which book do you wanna spread your cum on?”

You examine the wide arrays of law-related books as you’re getting close. Her hand feels so warm and wet from her spit. The flame burning in your body is so strong that you just can’t think straight anymore, so you just place your iPad on the shelf and grab a supposedly old book in front of you and open the page in the middle. It’s something about taxes.

“I’ve masturbated to that,” Minji jokes, and you can’t help but to laugh. She quickens her pace, so eager to paint the pages with your white cum. The wet sound becomes louder and louder as you get close.

And you see nothing but stars.

When you cum, your entire body thrashes and writhes in Minji’s embrace, cock spurting out ropes and ropes of semen onto the pages of the poor book. Minji lets go of your balls to cover your mouth, suppressing your filthy moans from echoing all over the floor. You hear her giggle softly as you falter, struggling to stand up straight. You’re completely hers, under full ownership of Kim Minji.

You slowly come down from your orgasm. What you see now is the book being painted so generously with your nectar and her salacious hand on your cock, still trying to coax the last drops of your cum onto the pages. The ugly sound of her damp strokes rings in your ear. It’s an obscene sight.

“Ah, fuck, Minji,” you rasp, trying to catch your breath. “I’m already out of cum–ugh.”

“University’s library next?” Minji asks, wiping the last of your essence from your slit.

You stammer, “Definitely–ugh–maybe.”

—

[aiweirdness]

Shaped like information

hey look it's a guide to basic shapes!

The fact that even a kindergartener can call out this DALL-E3 generated image as nonsense doesn't mean that it's an unusually bad example of AI-generated imagery. It's just what happens when the usual AI-generated information intersects with an area where most people are experts.

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