#our world. thats the point that is why it is so ridiculous

[batw1nggg]

i need u guys to know that even though hajime was in the reserve course he Was Not Rich. he couldn’t pay off the tuition. crippling self doubt aside, the reason he accepted the kamukura project was partly because they offered to cancel his debt. a chance at climbing the ladder — the one HOPES PEAK established — came with the cost of either getting lobotomized or falling into lifelong debt before he even reached university. it adds so much to danganronpas messaging about capitalism and it makes me sad when people ignore the financial incentive. hpa were the thing that gave hajime his self doubt issues to begin with, but bringing his debt into this ??? the debt they also gave him ???

[moonilit]

Please I want to know more about what animals you think Dick and Damian should’ve been in Beastworld

This Got long and I’m not even posting half of it. First, sorry this took so long. Secondly I haven’t read Beastworld, so I’m not exactly answering for that book. And lastly, I know you asked about Dick and Damian specifically, but to answer that I will have to address Bruce. 

My two cents on What animal represents [Bruce, Dick and Damian] in my biased opinion ? 

First: big daddy, Bruce Wayne

His most famous associated animals are bats and wolves, but I don’t think they fully capture his heart. My argument? He’s a silverback gorilla. Here’s why:

Looks intimidating, actually ridiculous.

Leads through dominance. Silverbacks call the shots; others follow. (His "sons" may assist, but they execute his orders—they don’t co-lead.)

Bruce’s core trauma is losing his parents, which left him afraid of new connections. He craves bonds but is held back by fear of loss.

Wolves and bats are social creatures; they form families and raise their young together. But where they don’t fit Bruce is that they thrive on cooperation. Being a team player isn’t his style—he tolerates it at best.

Wolves are pack hunters, while Bruce prefers to work alone. He’s more of a protector than a hunter to me. His goal is to defend his domain (Gotham), and to do that, he establishes Batman’s dominance—which fits a silverback better than a wolf.

Bruce is an absolute unit. He uses his size and strength to intimidate first. Everyone who doesn’t know him sees that threatening glare and imposing presence and fears him… but secretly, he’s a tired dad of five.

It’s also funny how gorillas are portrayed in media (King Kong: scary, monstrous) versus what they actually are: family-oriented gentle giants who only fight when threatened, care deeply for their young, and grieve their losses. They’re silent protectors. Sound familiar? That’s the mainstream’s view of Batman versus who he really is.

In conclusion, a wolf or a bat might describe aspects of Bruce, but they don’t capture his subtext and heart. To me, the silverback gorilla does.

Second: Our favorite loyal son, Dick Grayson

Now, here’s the real wolf of the Bat-family—but not for the angst they project onto Bruce.

Looks cute, actually scary. (Don’t pet the murder dog.)

Wolves are social; their pack is family. Dick is naturally social and adopts people as ride-or-die kin.

No “lone wolf” nonsense. If wolves leave, it’s to find food or form a new pack—just like Dick, pre Crisis Dick just felt like he out grown his Robin custom left and built his own family (the Titans).

Wolves thrive in teams. There’s no squad Dick can’t lead; he’s the ultimate cooperator.

They lead through trust and respect, not dominance—Opposite to Batman and just like Nightwing.

Wolves aren’t the biggest predators, but they’re fast, agile, and win through teamwork. Fits Dick’s acrobatic, hit-and-flip fighting style.

Bruce’s tantrum over Dick leaving? Yeah, that was his emotional support puppy growing up.

I don’t feel like there is a strong reason to make big comparison between wolf a foxes. I feel like its too obvious i honestly was shocked they even thought about making dick a fox of all beings. Foxes are cooperative but solitary, they know a lot of friends but won’t necessarily call it a ‘family’. They are registered as “low threat” which lets be real, even regular mob in Gotham knows not to miss with nightwing he is not ‘low threat’ etc etc

like Read these pages and tell me thats not a Silverback Dad and his over energized wolf son?

>> skipping over: Barbara, Tim, Steph, Cass and all the Titans we get to

Lastly: the most Responsible baby in the world, Damian Wayne

I feel like I should point out that a lot of Damian personally get confused with his Trauma, but I don’t have time to dive into that so lets jump to the direct answer of the question

From what I’ve seen, Damian gets labeled a "cat" to paint him as rebellious, independent, and aloof. I’ll argue this is a shallow take that misses on the his core qualities. and, just like with his father, it fails to capture his heart.

Damian’s core quality imo isn’t ‘arrogance’ its his sense of responsibility.

Some confuse Damian’s violence and stubbornness for pure rebellion. But his independence isn’t about defiance; it’s his determination to do whatever it takes to ensure the group’s success.

inter the Anatolian Shepherd. Independent but devoted. take their responsibility very seriously, you can depend on them 100%. strong fighters who are able to take down wolves, big cats and even on some accounts, bears (?). They Have a habit of taking charge and micro organize the ’flock’ so I can imagine the rest going like “oh god here he comes to see how i got myself injured” lmao

Anatolians are loyal to their flock but don’t see themselves as servants—they’re equals in ensuring the group’s survival. Damian has outright told both his Batmen (Bruce and Dick) that he’s their equal. He doesn’t wait for orders; he decides when to act. Its BECAUSE he have a huge sense of responsibility he would defy orders, hence why he mistakenly gets labeled as “rebellious” aka a cat.

Once Damian felt respected by the Batfam (first Dick, and Stephanie), he started taking active responsibility for them. Even in the League of Assassins, his drive was never "I want this" or "I deserve this"—it was "My family’s honor depends on me." again, responsibility not ego

Anatolians aren’t predators; they’re guardians. Why does Damian care about Gotham? He didn’t grow up there. It’s simple: It’s his father’s home, its where his now family is, so he’ll protect it. His entire arc with Bruce echoes this: "Your son will not fail you." “I had to do it, to protect our kingdom”

Anatolians aren’t tyrants—they’re trusted because they’re good at their job. Damian doesn’t demand obedience for power’s sake (he’s handed authority to Dick and Bruce willingly). He loses it when others disrespect him because they assume he’s selfish or incompetent. Dick broke through to him by respecting him—he just needed Damian to work with him. Its so so important to understand Dick didn’t ‘tame’ Damian, he earned the right to lead him. Anatolians follow equals, not masters.

At the end I don’t think Damian is a Cat or an Attack dog or even a falcon for many reasons, but essentially: non of them fit or explain his deep devotion to his loved ones, his fundamental sense of responsibility. or his strong sense of duty. Damian is like an Anatolian Shepherd—responsible, disciplined, and protective. (Also it doesn’t help this kid just keep collecting farm animals wherever he goes, and be shown feeding and introducing them like he can’t help it)

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[hanzajesthanza]

Can someone explain to me the part where Dandelion told Geralt to have sex with essi so she would be happy and it would all be over?

Like what?! Thats toxic to have sex with her, knowing she has feelings for you. Why would geralt even consider that? I donr understand? I thought it was a very good short story but this ruined it for me but maybe i missed smth

“there are some things between the heavens and earth that even philosophers cannot dream of”

but, despite that, i’ll try to answer.

the short story is about making sacrifice for love, that love is sacrifice. geralt cannot sacrifice for essi because he doesn’t love her. and the greatest sacrifice in the end, for essi, is given not by geralt, but by dandelion, who loves her like a brother.

a note here is to not try to apply understandings of relationships to witcher characters because you will only end up confused and frustrated. our heroes (the good) participate in unhealthy dynamics at at least half the rate of the villains (the evil). a lot of everything is toxic or unhealthy at some point. for example, geralt and yennefer are endgame (and eventually they work through their problems) but sapkowski by time of contempt has no problem writing away how their relationship was once immature and volatile—and i feel like this is because they are characters and not people, if we are talking about real people, real people do not change. so labels like toxic, unhealthy, abusive, don’t really apply in the same way they do to real life relationships. i don’t mean that we shouldn’t use them, but i mean that it’s different describing a book character’s actions than a real person’s, because the characters’ “goodness” is not exactly determined by how fair they are in their relationships. if we talk about dandelion and toxicity, he is probably worse then the cesspit geralt fought the zeugl in. the point is to create interesting characters and stories, not good people.

tl;dr on that point, understand that every character relationship is created to serve the narrative and not the other way around, so sapkowski is very flexible with them. it boggles the mind because the characters can be so lifelike sometimes, and the urge is there to see them as people, but, they are story characters and were created to be such.

and as such you run into things that range from improbable to absolutely ridiculous bullshit in real life between real people, but in a story, are done to carry the right theme.

for example, geralt and istredd trying to kill themselves over yennefer, this is probably not the logical conclusion most men would come to, but it is dramatized because it is a story, and a story about, well, shards of ice which they’ve both caught in the eyes and heart, making only the snow queen beautiful and the rest of their world ugly.

dandelion here in a little sacrifice is asking geralt to sacrifice for essi by having sex with her even though he feels nothing for her, does not love her. he is asking geralt to find it within himself to sacririce despite not loving her. and indeed despite the one night of sacrifice, nothing comes of the witcher and essi, unlike with the witcher and the sorceress, because he does not reciprocate her love.

this is also where we get to call bullshit on sapkowski for understanding a one night stand for a girl you don’t love as sacrifice, appeasement. come on man

although i think there is a difference between what happens between geralt and essi and what happens between jacek and monika (from the short story “tandaradei!”). with geralt, essi, and geralt’s “sacrifice” for her, it’s not that geralt was leading her on and making her believe he loved her. unlike jacek. again, it’s more like appeasement, maybe consolation, that things would not work between them.

i don’t why it was geralt’s burden to sacrifice for her, though—perhaps because he intentionally tried to arouse her in the beginning of the story, so when she actually fell in love with him and he was like “whoops nevermind i was just self-depricating” to satisfy her desire for him became a sacrifice he was obligated to make.

(p.s. please don’t understand any of my answer as giving this a thumbs up, i’m just trying to explain it as it might have been conceived)

if it seems too pessimistic, ignore the details. the better part of this story imo comes from its conclusions:

love requires sacrifice. true love requires not just a little, but a lot.

essi obsessed with geralt is paralleled with geralt obsessed with yennefer. geralt realizes that yennefer has sacrificed for him, a little sacrifice, but that “a little sacrifice is a hell of a lot,” and he has been demanding even more than that little sacrifice (re: a shard of ice, he wants her full commitment, when he cannot say “i love you” first).

but unlike with yennefer to geralt, geralt cannot (initially) sacrifice for essi because he does not love her, “i feel nothing.” but essi still desires geralt, somewhat in part maybe because geralt made a pass at her in the beginning. so he feels guilty that she is in love with him, she frustrated that she is too, treats it like sickness.

this is treated by dandelion, who advises them that they’re all parting now, anyways, so they have to come to an end with this conundrum and either have a relation or not. in the end, geralt finds it within himself to sacrifice for essi, despite not loving her (how?).

then essi dies and it turns out in the end that the greatest sacrifice for essi was made by dandelion

[misterbitches]

joke knew from the beginning what he had and other people didn’t. me personally i’d keep my contacts with the pawn dealers because those aren’t the real enemies tho they’re acting like the petty managerial class i guess. fun (not) fact poor ppl have their shit pawned the most so i’ll allow it.

the show is very literal and there’s that fantastical element. obviously a single ring doesn’t give you power. i think the ring thing was to symbolize shifting money around? not sure and you know i kinda tune out when it comes to that plus it’s ugly but more people can explain the tightrope between the exaggerated and melodramatic and the realism whatever.

anyway his nice house, his dad’s nice job, his education, their cars. even the option to go to jail is so funny bc he could have just. not. gotten a lawyer. whatever. instead he spent his time being dyslexic and wanting to expropriate from the real thieves which are bosses and traitors (capitalism). i wish i knew more about thai movements to be able to tie it into a broader point but i know enough about what capitalism does. imagine this: there is no work in your home town so you must go elsewhere to do manual labor, leaving your family behind. that’s what extraction does but not purely internal—though “never colonized”, to say thailand has been untouched by western power would be silly and untrue by fact of being where they were. and obviously imperialism and monarchy and honestly what seems to be actually semicolonialism which seems a ridiculous marker but alright. the point is the british the french and eventually america all had their grubby little hands there and the monarchy supported it tho the monarchy is not their main enemy today—it is the military (imperialism lmao). (which now that i think about the parallels i guess the show is trying to say that which obviously with the bird flying close to the sun…to which i say no but it tried at least. that system doesn’t function the way the military does…get rid of hierarchy…)

this is the nature of exploitation. toi ting is dark, her dad is dark and an alcoholic; jenny is trans—none of these are central to who they are in the story but a part of them. Why would more poor people skew this way; what system of domination necessitates the darker and “deviant” seen as unproductive and unable to assimilate? what influences and exacerbates these ideas?

and even them talking about english. surprisingly jack knows and joke doesn’t. was joke a poor student or did he just not feel like trying? (obviously he struggles w school but my pt is…he also could not put in effort bc he struggles and is young and has money and will be fine) why was jack such a good student? just asking myself stuff like that.

I fundamentally clash with the idea that we owe anything to these evil people i really do. You see people trying to survive and struggling and grappling with their morality and these sick fucks STILL wont let go. They expect us to just lay down and die? To not fight? And that we are the same as them? Once we get free that we’ll do what they do? And this is where jack is wrong and where joke’s self loathing could be so transformed but i don’t know if the show can see that bc that is not the world we live in and the art that is accepted unless we make it so and usually thats thru other channels.

Just once i’d like us to be able to see that actually yes shit like this, who joke is, is righteous, moral, and good. it’s everyone else that has to understand that! he shouldn’t have to change, the world should and do something along with him about it! Like those angry townspeople are! even the way rosé placated them with bullshit indicates an INABILITY to get out of it without forcing them. They could simply solve the problem and they won’t. So we will make them. That’s it! And all labor fighters everywhere have turned violent and resistance and human flourishing go hand in hand. the need for that resistance, what binds us, that all comes from our labor, our work, being exploited and that’s what the contradiction cannot abide by

and if Jack is out for revenge are we going to acknowledge revenge as a motivator for freedom? morality of oppressors is not real morality. the morality of the resistance is one; it’s complex, dark, and nasty but also full of anger and with that love. it wrestles with the tradeoffs and discomfort but it tries to correct course. the difference between these two groups could not be wider so why pretend like the intent, method, and outcome are the same? What the fuck does it mean to come by anything honestly? joke is to me very deeply not wrong and for as long as we have it it’s refreshing to see a character who needs to do something that is integral to his way of life. that is an alienating dangerous thing

so that’s my real issue with the show: so much of joke growing is about leaving liberation in the past and growing up as if it’s a fantasy. like he was ever not putting himself in danger. but what’s interesting is how unsure i am that they are going to to reject the premise of violence and crime necessary to resistance/liberation entirely. It’s SO WEIRD bc it’s like ok is this jack’s rollercoaster? I hope so? Or am i so stung by the norm that i see this pattern and it isnt coming out? Maksksjuurhrhhebebwjqoeofidgeheb

[gayhenrycreel]

its truly bizarre how certain leftists (puritans who are barely out of english class) will get angry about being told to learn the difference between reality and fiction.

i was homeschooled. i had literally zero media literacy taught to me. i had to figure it out on my own.

how did i learn media literacy?

mostly south park.

i watched south park all the time when i was 13. my mum warned me that it will make me angry because thats the writers intention.

so i enjoyed a show that exists just to piss people off. i mean itll be anti abortion one episode and the next episode has a whole plot point about how stem cells from fetuses could treat various life threatening diseases so abortion is good.

i watched it knowing that its absolutely ridiculous that cartman would commit genocide against hippies (with a giant drill of death). because its fiction.

i can happily watch a show where gerald gets surgery to be a dolphin and then i just dont care because its a cartoon and i am not going to be corrupted by a show that chose me as a target of laughter (for context this was the episode where mr garrison transitions).

south park can be as vile as it likes and guess what, im far left.

a show cant make someone a facist unless their actual community is telling them the things they see on screen are real.

my family taught me to care about other people, and that has more affect on me than monty pythons offensive jokes ever will.

the silly animations on tv are not real and if someone chooses to watch it, good for them, its fun to see kenny explode into a nest of rats.

its strange how much i see people fearmongering about south park, fearing that people will mistake it for reality.

this is the show where:

ozzy osbourne bites kennys head off

satan is trapped in an abusive relationship with sadam hussein

god is a frog hippo thing

a dragon is summoned when swear words are over used

korn is the mystery gang

no one is mistaking this as factual. probably the most realistic episode is the one where butters is sent to conversion therapy (pretty good episode btw).

when i like a show i wont stop watching it just because people are afraid of corruption. fear of corruption is a facist fear.

facists are terrified of being corrupted, and this ideology is baked into our society (largely its rooted in antisemitism). ask yourself: why are you afraid of corruption? do you think that the average person is so unable to think for themself that tv can make a leftist a far right facist?

if someone already believes in leftist ideals, photons from a tv wont just change everything about how they see the world.

the reason oppressive stereotypes on screen are bad is because our irl communities support them. people can learn homophobia from a tv only because their community is saying this too, and people will inevitably believe this is because the tv is copying reality.

"movies try to replicate realistic reactions in characters, so logically it is also replicating how certain demographics behave."

this is something we all learn at a young age, and this gets reinforced by our communities, so we take it as fact. we all need to actively learn that films dont usually get minorities accurate.

once this is learned, go watch south park, you know its just a cartoon.

[icedjuiceboxes]

For the ask game *hands you a Emily*

You know you think this would be easy considering she lives rent free in my mind but man what new is there to say when I said it all already.

How I feel about this character

Emily had a very big role to fill as the playable protagonist of dishonored 2.

From my perspective Female protagonists in sequels tend to be mocked and ridiculed, especially if they replacing the original male protagonist from the first game. Some examples include Athena from Ace attorney 5, and Abby from TLOU2 (though Abby is a special case separate from the argument). Female protagonists tend to get shit unless they fall under two categories. A) They're the protag of a new game (Aloy from Horizon) or B) The female protagonist started as an NPC before being Playable (Ellie from TLOU).

Emily falls under the second category, so the community was already familiar with her. Still didn't completely block her from criticism from all the gamer bros™️ who cannot stand playing as anything but as a cis white male bc God forbid they do otherwise.

I will literally defend any female protagonists with my life. Which is why she became my favourite character. Sure. I like mainstream shit. But I like the underrated shit even better.

I also think Optimistic protagonists tend to be less favored compared to their emo-ass counterparts and I don't know who hurt yall but can we please let a little hope into our lives-

In conclusion: I will defend Emily til I die and even once I get over my brainrot I promise you she is only reincarnated in a form of an oc. Hell I'll probably will name an oc directly after her. I did it once before and I'll do it again

All the people I ship romantically with character

Emily X Billie

TOXIC YURI / ENEMIES TO LOVERS LETS GO !!!

Emily X Alexi

Very nice. Very plausible. I think alexi should been Emily’s Canon romantic partner in game especially with how fast alexi was introduced and killed and there was have been more emotional connection to her. Wyman didn't need to exist and the brownie points of making them non-binary is pointless (and I'm saying that as non binary myself.)

Emily X Hypatia

I see the potential and I personally like to think that Emilt and Hypatia got along a little too well on the Wale and Billie was jealous the entire time and completely misresd the room between them. Because tell me why when Billie says "let's hope your friend (hypatia] doesn't burn the ship down" HAD SO MUCH JEALOUS UNDERTONE ??? toxic Yuri for the win

Alexi X Emily X Billie

Hear me out,,,, herding dog, sheep, and wolf situation. And no not a love triangle. Emily has two hands okay.

Emily x Mindy

They fucked once. Thats it.

Emily X Outsider

Once again there's potential here and i can see it. Idm seeing stuff but it doesn't excite me to personally create for it (though if I made it Yuri...)

My non romantic otp for this character

Outsider X emily

You can't tell me the outsider didn't have favorites (and that favourite was Emily.) The two are besties.

Emily X Alexi

Doomed one-sided crush and the oblivious best friend okay. (Alexi should have lived change my mind)

Emily X Hypatia

They're both nerds

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in Canon

Nothing because I respect the narrative as it present but also I am a comic creator with free will, delusion and pure spite and delusion and anything I want to see happen I've already thought about it. There's already an outline. it's in my wips folder. I am the change I want to see in my world

Just kidding I wanted a fucking voice line to discovering corvo's childhood home and daud confession. Where is it akrane. WHERE IS IT.

[astro-can]

remember when the LGBTQ community was like "please accept us?"

yeah, now its "accept us or else"

i support, but i don't like certain aspects of it. i also find it disgusting how people these days are raising their children as non-binary. "we're gonna let them choose their own gender when they grow up!" like wtf? if someone has a biological daughter that grows up and says "mom, i'm fine with being a girl and i'm fine with being straight", their gonna be like "oh sweetie are you sure you dont want to be a boy?????????? are you sure you aren't gay? are you sure you aren't blank?" why are you FORCING it upon your child?

a few years ago, homophobia was big. and it still is. however, back then, people who didn't support didn't want their child to be a part of the community in any way. when you look at that you think, wow that parent isn't letting their child have freedom in how they feel. people part of the lgbtq community were like thats bad and you should let your child do what they want YEAH WELL GUESS WHAT? this has gone WAY TOO FAR! the system has been completely switched! the same people who thought that people should give their child freedom are the same people who are raising their child as non-binary, therefore NOT GIVING THEIR CHILD FREEDOM. their child, whether it be a biological girl or boy, should grow up and be able to choose the path they want to take, not the path that the parents want them to take. don't raise them as non-binary, that'll just confuse the hell out of them. "am i a girl? am i a boy?" little kids should NOT be wondering about these things. little kids should enjoy their childhood WITHOUT having to think about these things. this is NOT a healthy way to raise children. when i grow up and i have kids, i do NOT want them getting influenced by these kinds of parents. i do NOT want my children coming home one day and going "mom, my friend says that i can be whatever gender i want! mom, my friend says that liking the same gender is the right thing! mom, my friend says that its bad to be straight!" NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. i do not want my kids making any drastic changes in their life until they are adults and capable of making their own decisions.

the world we live in has changed so much. biological men claiming to be women are winning female beauty pageants and competing in female sports. people thinking they can transition from one race to another. teachers who should be educating their students on humanties and stem are now expelling them for using the term 'biological'. having to be asked what our pronouns are every single time. adding on ridiculous extra genders and various pronouns. like i'm sorry if i offend anyone, but even if you identify as a pansexual ze/zer non-binary alpha, at the end of the day, you are either a BIOLOGICAL MALE or a BIOLOGICAL FEMALE. and thats that. the end. not that hard. its very simple.

im going to get cancelled so hard but honestly idc at this point. i'm slowly losing hope in humanity.

[gadunkie]

rant post about the online queer community

hey after going outside and talking to real life people for a while Ive come to the conclusion that most of the online queer community is just horrible for queer people. hi reddit today Im going to ramble on about how the queer space on the internet has somehow regressed back into separation under a more progressive and performative light. so after being on tumblr for like, fucking 7-8 years or some shit as well as experiencing other queer spaces on other social media platforms (twitter and reddit, mostly twitter) for only a couple years, Ive come to the conclusion that people are so caught up in their own asses that theyve completely misunderstood and forgot why the queer community exists. side note: I dont care how messy this post is or if the points made are all over the place, this is tumblr.com who gives a shit.

as far as Im concerned, a lot of non-queer and especially religious people really dont like us queers. unfortunately we were all born in a world where we suffer as a minority under laws and power that would really rather have us killed than working together. as such a collective of queer people started banding together under a community where we were finally allowed a space to be ourselves and live as people. the community consists of fags, dykes, transsexuals and whoever was in-between or outside of those terms. our relation comes from how we are rejected from living normal lives for simply trying to express romance or identity in a way that would finally make us feel alive. so it would only make sense to band together and make sure each of us finally have a home and a life we always wanted to live, surrounded by people who would finally accept us for who we are, right?

ya!!!11!!11one thats the whole point of the queer community, to band together and finally be treated as people. but the one problem that I see nowadays is that the current queer community just doesnt fucking do that. Im bad at formulating problems in an essay-like way so Im just gonna make a list of things and explanations underneath ok? :) :) :) 1. the queer community unfairly fetishes women: now theres nothing wrong with liking women sexually or romantically or whatever, in fact it doesnt correlate with the above sentence at all. Ive noticed in my time on using the internet, that queer people tend to hate or forget people who arent women. whether they are men, or nonbinary, or both, or none at all. women have a much larger audience than other queer people and its stupid. its gotten to the point where I forgot that the trans flag included women, men, and those who dont identify with either. I just got used to seeing them depicted with women or feminine figures that arent cis. I literally didnt make the connection until a few days ago that people other than women completely belong under that community as well, yet Ive seen so much trans discussion that only involve women and no one else. lets change that please, people who dont identify as women belong with the rest of the trans community. I feel ridiculous saying that because I shouldnt feel like I have to even formulate that sentence at all.

2. the majority of the queer community doesnt care about brown people: now there are a lot of online queer people who arent actively or intentionally trying to be racist but I cant help but notice that they tend to forget about brown people a lot, specifically black people now that I think about it a bit more. you guys remember when a new version of the pride flag came out and it looked the exact same but they added brown and black colors onto the flag? strange that at the same time the blm protests were also really popular and part of current events at the time as well, its almost as if it was simply a performative gesture to signify what should have already been obvious. even after those colors were added, black people were just forgotten again. Im not even going to sugarcoat it I dont think the majority of the online queer community would even care if black people just died, because they already dont. but this isnt just about black people either, anyone with darker skin tones, no matter the ethnic group, are either used for diversity gestures or completely forgotten about overall. it has been pointed out multiple times that tumblr staff has actively silenced or banned accounts belonging to brown people. actually the only time I saw tumblr even care about shadow banning was when they started doing it to trans women, what a fucking shit show. its so easy to care about people no matter their skin color its literally so fucking easy, why is it impossible for the majority of this community to do that.

3. why are we fucking separating ourselves from each other: hi Im sure youve noticed that Ive been saying the word "queer" over and over again. first of all, if it bothers you, grow up. the queer community have fought for decades to reclaim phrases used against us dont give it power again. second of all, I prefer saying queer over lgbtqia+ because it unites us all under one word rather than an acronym pointing out each little category of queer people. theres nothing wrong with trying to create an identity for yourself that means a lot to you and makes you feel more comfortable for yourself, but I have to argue and say that certain labels just seem pointless and belong under ones that have already existed before their creation. yet I dont blame people for using different ones than the labels that have already existed because I think we collectively failed to inform people that those labels can have multiple meanings. bisexual doesnt just mean you like cis men and cis women, it means you like anyone you want to. transgender doesnt mean you are now the opposite of your assigned gender, it just means that you arent cis. it also doesnt mean that you need to have surgery done on you or that you wear different clothes than the norm either. although I see the point of creating extra labels, I ultimately think they do more harm than good. we have to stick together to survive, any more individual groups then we are as good as gone.

those are the general points that Ive wanted to make anyway. I would love to type more but I have a feeling that the reading comprehension on this site wouldnt survive the first two paragraphs.

the last thing I want to say is that you should find more ways to be together than try and exclude each other, because while youre calling yourself a "foxgirl bi lesbian enby demiboy" there are queer people in real life being kidnapped and mutilated for simply trying to exist.

please for the love of everything that keeps us alive and safe, find ways to stick together.

[toothlespoggers]

”Why are you sad” WHY ARE YOU HAPPY? HOW CAN YOU BE HAPPY WHEN THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN FEEL JOY IS BY HAVING ENOUGH MONEY TO GO DO STUFF THAT IS FUN IN THE MOMENT BUT ULTIMATELY STILL LEAVES YOU EMPTY INSIDE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO THE WORLD IS BEING FUCKED OVER IN A MILLION DIFFERENT WAYS BY PEOPLE WHO DONT HAVE COMMON SENSE AND THERES NO HOPE IN TRYING TODO ANYTHING ABOUT IT BECAUSEIT JUST DOESNT WORK. HOW ARE YOU HAPPY WHEN ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO BE ON THE INTERNET WITHIUT SEEING EVERYTHING BAD IN THE WORLD. THE ONLY WAY TO BE “HAPPY” IS TO BE AWAY FROM LITERALLY EVERYTHING, HAVE EVERYTHING CONTROLLED AND PERFECT. AND HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO ISSUES. UNTIL YOU DIE. BECAUSE EVERYTHING ELSE, WALKING DOWN THE STREET, EATING, SLEEPING. EVERYTHING JUST REMINDS YOU THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS CONSTANTLY SUFFERING FOR NO FUCKING REASON AND THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT BECAUSE YOURE A CHILD. AND SOMEHOW ADULTS DONT CARE. THEY DONT CARE ABOUT THE DEATHS. THEY DONT SEE THE BLOODSTAINS ON EVERYTHING AROUND THEM. THEY SOMEHOW AVOID IT ALL.

WHY ARE YOU HAPPY? BECAUSE BEING SAD. BEING ANYTHING ELSE. IS TOO DIFFICULT. WHAT ARE WE JUST SUPPOSED TO ROLL OVER WHEN SOMEONE ASKS IF YOURE OK? NO. BECAUSE THIS IS HOW EVERYTHING WOULD GO

“hey man, you ight?”

“NO I AM NOT ALRIGHT, EVERYTHING IS AWFUL EVERYTHING IS BAD. THE “GOOD” IS MOSTLY JUST GASLIGHTING, A SUNNY LITTLE PICTURE OF FALSE HOPES AND PROMISES TO CALM YOU DOWN AND KEEP SOCIETY FUNCTIONING BECAUSE IN REALITY EVERYTHING IS BAD, THE BAD COMES SO MUCH AND THE GOOD IS SO SPARSE YOU HAVE TO PHYSICALLY REMIND YOURSELF OF IT, AND IF EVERYTHINGS OK WOULDNT IT BE EASY TO FIND OUT GOOD NEWS INSTEAD OF DIGGING THROUGH THE INTERNET TO FIND ANYTHING? ISNT IT RIDICULOUS THAT WE ARE LABELLED AS “MENTALLY ILL” FOR HAVING FUCKING COMMON SENSE? WE ALL REALISED AS SOON AS WE GAINED SENTIENCE

“HEY WOW, ACTUALLY THE WORLD IS KINDA HORRIBLE!” AND INSTEAD OF FIXING IT EVERYONE ELSE WAS LIKE “YEAH BRO MAYBE YOU SHOULD TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THAT, YOURE CRAZY. THE WORLD ISNT AWFUL! LOOK AT OUR LITTLE RICH WHITE NEIGHBOURHOOD, EVERYTHING IS PERFECT AND NOTHING IS WRONG! YOU ARE STUPID FOR THINKING THIS.”

LIKE BRO. NO??? ITS NOT OK? I DONT “GET SAD” I AM SAD. THIS ANXIETY DEPRESSION, COCKTAIL NEVER SUBSIDES. IT IS JUST IGNORED. REPEATEDLY. BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO FORGOT TO SURVIVE.

YOU HAVE TO GRIT YOUR TEETH, WIPE YOUR EYES AND DISSOCIATE. BECAUSE YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN IN YOUR HEART THAT NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE FOR THE BETTER. YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE MINDSET OF:

“Well Im alive now, I might as well enjoy it” BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO.

I WANT. TO BELIEVE. IN THE POSITIVES.

WE ALL DO.

BUT LOOK AROUND.

IT WOULD LITERALLY TAKE A MIRACLE, NOT A SMALL ONE. A NATIONAL. WORLD WIDE. MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE MIRACLE. TO FIX THINGS.

BUT THATS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

YOU CANT EVEN TAKE COMFORT IN RELIGION BECAUSE RELIGION IS LIKE “yeah no everythings gonna be like really bad and get worse and worse until everyone dies”

like. SERIOUSLY.

so NO. I am not “ok” and if you are. Congratulations. You’ve achieved a level of ignorance I TRULY wish I could obtain.

you wanna know why NO ONE TALKS LIKE THIS?

BECAUSE IF EVERYONE ON EARTH KNEW THIS. EVERYTHING WOULD COLLAPSE.

And I’m not saying you can’t be happy. YOU CAN! I am often happy! I have a lot of good moments. Life is worth living! Until a certain point you can always experience joy. There will always be SOMETHING. Good.

I’m sorry it sucks. I want it to change, I want to be happy. I want to go outside knowing that there’s a future, that there isn’t just misery ahead of me.

but I can’t do anything about it.

I can’t seek therapy. I can’t tell anyone.

because all they do is try and get me to be happy again, different strategies!! Different Methods! Different medication! So much medication :,D but I’m tired of people telling me not to be sad.

Stop trying to fix the individuals with drugs and cheesy advice.

FIX THE WORLD FOR US. THEN THE CHILDREN WONT NEED TO BE HIGH ON PAIN KILLERS TO BE HAPPY.

(I try to keep stuff like this to a minimum on my blog but at this point this is the only way I can safely put my opinion out into the world without being put into a mental hospital or yelled at.)

[7-girls-in-trenchcoats]

there's too fucking many of us in here bro. too manyyyyy WAY TOOOOO MANYYYY. and like 2% of us know our names n shit. we need to start getting into drawing each other or smth this shit is ridiculous and im losing my mind. The plurality that confuses and confounds you for 10 million years. Why couldn't we get the cool plurality or smth. something quirky and colorful. I want a better headspace bro. I got moldy musty old wood planks everywhere and there's lights but they're dim as all shit. looks like a wooden warehouse for faggots in there.

and im never able to experience interioty to the fullest. or some of us are ig. I still dont know how our plurality presents itself fully and im jealous at other systems bc they have the epic fantasy world that loves u and im over here fighting fucking ghouls in there. literally. I killed some humanoid up in there that looked like it had a bronze mask on and shit. idek if thats playing pretend or like plural realness at this point. scared to find out though. it's like really sick as hell and would make a great piece of art but when it's our mind place we start to feel less grateful. idk honestly I kinda vibe w it but others dont ig.

oh man I'm switching perspectives in this post alone. holy. the shared stream of consciousness thing makes it so hard to deem what is what and who is who because it all blends at some point. what a stupid fucking disorder bro

[dausy]

Hello, just got back from our weekend trip. I hesitate to call it a vacation because we went up to the phoenix area because my husbands step dad isnt doing to well and he (my spouse) got an alarming phone call about it. So we drove down there and while the guy isn't fine, he's doing fine and was transferred back to a facility close to his home in a neighboring city.

so in the meantime we visited a quilting convention. In hindsight I probably should have filmed this visit because its still artsy fartsy. I do not understand the world of quilting and sewing but I had a connection with the people there who were obviously geeking out. Had this been an art supply convention I would be doing the exact same. So it was kind of cool. The one disappointing thing though is I saw one booth of obvious hand quilters. The only reason why I point that out is because my mom is a hand quilter. Everything else was very computerized, have the computer quilt the entire thing. Which I can see how maybe that takes away some of the artistry when talking about quilting. They were kind of cool to look at though and thats not necessarily what made me sad. What did make me sad was not only was computerized sewing machines quilting, but it was they were quilting AI generated imaging printed on fabric. Lots of very obviously AI generated dragons and kittens that then the computer quilted outlines around. Idk..like..yall ladies didnt make none of this..

but in anywho, interesting show.

The next day we visited the Grand Canyon because a member of our party hadn't been before. My inlaws took me once years ago, so this was my second trip. What they didn't tell me was that there was a nifty little walking trail and you can actually walk around the rim. We were not prepared to do any sort of hike into the canyon itself but the last time we visited we just looked at one of the lookouts and left. It felt really good to get a nice decent walk though. I don't think other people necessarily meant to encourage us to do that walk though. There was a german group there trying to feed some squirrels and they got yelled at for it. I don't know german but I definitely understood "karen" in german.

next day we just drove around a bit and did some shopping and hung out.

yesterday we drove home but stopped by Tombstone on the way out just because I'd never been. It was about what I was expecting tbh. Otherwise, not an exciting drive.

I did read the book Slewfoot because its being recommended by all the fall girlies on tiktok. I don't know what my thoughts are supposed to be on this one. I meant to watch other peoples reviews to make up my mind. My initial thought was Carrie meets Salem Witch Trial.

now that I'm home, I downloaded Visions of Mana on the PS5. I need to make a hair appointment because mine is getting ridiculous but I hate going to a hair salon so much. Also need to take the dog to the vet for her vaccines, since they're do.

but I'm really not in the mood at the moment to do anything. I don't want to do art because I don't want to sit still but I don't want to leave the house.

[h0rnyauth0r]

being stuck in a power outage with ghost, who you don’t get along with <3

i'm sorry to take months between content :( i hope everyone's doing well! i missed writing so much!

word count: 2.8k

warnings: reaader w/ vagina, use of good girl, cumming inside, unprotected sex, and other smut-typical moments

you can admit when you’re wrong to basically anybody, really. like right now, you know it’s a bad idea to sneak off during a briefing about the mission you’re going to be going on, but listening to ghost for any longer will have you ripping your hair out and screaming.

you hate that man with a passion, with the utmost sincerity of your being. he pushes you more than the others, he constantly ridicules your movements, and he always compares you to everyone else. just the other day you were ordered to run two extra miles for ‘misbehaving’ by talking with soap about holiday plans.

you’d say he has plans to get you to the point of dropping 141 and moving on, but you know that won’t happen. you’ve grown to love the team, even if he may ruin things. his targeting of you hasn’t reached a point where it’s putting you or others into danger, so as far as you’re concerned you’ll be staying.

it’s a rainy day today, clouds shifting across the sky slowly with a dark and gloomy grey making the world around you seem so sad. you love the rain. the distant thunder cracking down as it begins approaching the base. you’re not sure if the storm might interrupt the plans for later, seeing as it may impact flying out.

you shrug the thought off as you enter one of the side rooms, often used for private meetings and for you, reading. the doors here often use a pin code or a keycard to get into for security reasons, which makes things easier despite the dependence on technology.

you want to read a new book that gaz gifted you, saying that he highly recommended it to you after reading it himself. you never thought he’d be into romance novels, but here you are reading a book thats cover displays a withering rose and mentions a scandalous plotline between a ceo of a company and his newest intern.

you take a seat on one of the many chairs and finally open the cover, reading the first few notes and getting started on the first chapter. the writing is decent, and you find yourself enjoying this tacky plotline more than you anticipated.

time passes, and it’s probably been around ten minutes before you hear the sound of the door unlocking followed by heavy footsteps. you know you’ve just fucked yourself over when you hear a deep sigh. it’s ghost.

“figured you’d be here. why did you skip my briefing? it’s important information.” his voice is stern, angry.

you roll your eyes at his reaction and tone. “i can easily just get the info from price, he has the folders. besides, i already know what we’re doing and i’m already packed for leaving.”

the footsteps get closer and his arms reach around your front, snatching the book from your hands and slamming it shut. “if you had actually come to the meeting like any sensible person, you’d know our mission is postponed due to the storms.” he snaps, watching the way you angrily turn around and face him.

you glare at him, “just because it’s been canceled doesn’t mean you can interrupt my reading, lieutenant.”

now he’s rolling his eyes at you, arms crossing with your book still in his hand. “i don’t give a shit about your reading. you can’t disregard the rules here and think you’ll just get away with things because you’re close with price. at this point, i’m not letting you go on the mission. you can stay here since you like it so much.” his voice sounds like a father scolding his child, and you grow angry at the mention of not being allowed to go on the mission anymore.

“you know i can just talk to price and get this settled myself, simon. i will go where i want. now get out and leave me alone if you’re done treating me like a child.”

he slams the book down onto the table in the room and clenches his fists, turning to the door and getting a keycard out to unlock it.

that’s when the whooshing sound loudly interrupts any movements, lights going out and power ultimately failing. you almost immediately groan out, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. the only bit of light is from the crease of the door, and you can practically feel the anger radiating off of ghost.

“uh, the gen should kick on right?” your voice breaks the silence, feeling awkward about even speaking to the man right now.

“it would’ve already. must not have petrol left.” he says, and you can barely make out him taking a seat in one of the chairs in the room.

it’s nearly impossible to see, and the odds of this happening were so slim that you’re now regretting going into this room in the first place. you should’ve gone back to your bunk, but now you’re trapped here with the lieutenant and you don’t know when things will be back.

a loud pounding on the door startles you, and you hear soap’s voice scream at the door. “gaz is getting some petrol now! we were out of supply, the shipment was running late!” he screams, and you wince at how loud he’s being.

“thanks, soap! hopefully he’s back soon.” you say loudly, sinking onto the floor and sitting with your back against the door.

“should be a half hour.” ghost grumbles, and you nod at his words before flushing when you realize he can’t see you nod.

for a few minutes, neither of you say anything. you want to say something, maybe even apologize for your behavior. you know it was wrong of you to skip out on the briefing, and he’s never going to be nice to you if you continue acting out.

“hey, i’m sorry.” you say quietly.

“huh?”

“i’m sorry. for missing the briefing. it was a bad idea. i know it’s not a good look to skip out on those, so i just wanted to apologize. just because we don’t get along doesn’t mean i can fuck with our team’s organization.”

you hear him breathe in deeply, probably contemplating the words to say in the moment. you feel a little nervous with his silence, almost finding yourself feeling worried about him.

he speaks up though, “i understand why you did it. i’m hard on you, more than the others. it’s because you’re stronger and i know you can handle yourself.”

his words make you feel happy, and you actually find yourself smiling because of something he said for the first time ever. you never would’ve thought that this man sees your strength and resilience.

“thank you. can i ask you something?”

“shoot.”

“why do you punish me for talking with soap, or any others for that matter, but not them too?”

he doesn’t reply, and you don’t exactly expect him to. the quiet is mildly overwhelming and has you worried that the small step forward with the older man may have already regressed.

you hear him stand up, though, and take a seat beside you in front of the electric door. the proximity makes you anxious, but his voice is what makes it less intense.

“admittedly, i don’t like seeing others talk with you like that.” his words hold weight in your head, your neck cranking downwards to process. you’re stuck taking in what he said, contemplating what exactly it means.

jealousy? you want it to be true, in the most selfish way. maybe he sees others as a obstacle to you. but you’re certain it’s actually because they may be distracting you from your potential.

“do you think they’re distracting me or something? because they aren’t.”

he lets out a puff of air, which you could assume is the closest you’ll get to hearing his laugh. curiosity, and more importantly, embarrassment, have you growing flustered with that reaction.

“what?” you ask.

he sighs. “i know they’re not distracting you, love.”

your face grows hot, a state of deep embarrassment combining with confusion. his hand reaches out and touches your arm, and you look in his direction with anticipation at what he’s up to.

“i was jealous, since i wanted you to talk to me instead.”

you unintentionally gulp, swallowing harshly and nodding even though you’re in the dark with him. his hand slowly moves up your arm and ends up caressing your face, thumb rubbing over your cheek as you suck in a breath.

“w-why?” you ask.

“can’t you tell why? i thought you were observant.” his voice is closer, right in your ear and you find yourself shivering. a pool of desire is bubbling up in your abdomen, thighs instinctively rubbing together for any tension.

you never would’ve thought that ghost had any interest in you with the way he’s treated you, but you can very much tell now. his very touch is sending sparks through your body and you can’t help but hope he’s willing to fuck you into these cold floors right now.

“i-” 

“shh.” he puts his hand over your mouth and your eyes roll back pathetically. if he can have such an impact on you with just words, you can only imagine how good he would be in other areas. 

your teeth dig harshly into your bottom lip when his other hand begins reaching for your thigh, kneading into the skin as it moves up and closer to your clothed pussy. he begins massaging the skin there and you whimper desperately.

your panties grow more and more soaked with every passing second and you find yourself staring deeply into his eyes through the darkness. you can see the look in them and it speaks volumes. he knows that you’re completely turned on by him and he’s smug about that fact.

his hand digs into your face and it kind of hurts, but you’re more overcome with the feeling of his other hand pushing at your pants to care about anything else. “you want me?” he asks, voice gruff and lustful.

his hand moves from your face.

“yes.” you whisper breathlessly, willing to do anything at the moment for him.

“good.”

both of his hands tug at your pants, fiddling with the belt and eventually lifting your body up to take them off. your panties stay on, but he fingers at the fabric to rub at your folds.

“do me a favor, yeah? lean against the table for me.” he says, slapping down on your ass as you jump and do what he says. you lean against it like he said, purposefully sticking your ass out so he has more room to work with.

“good girl.” he whispers in your ear, hand pushing your panties aside as his index and middle fingers start circling your clit. you whimper out at the feeling, craving more but allowing him to help prep you for whatever might come.

his fingers are ruthless with their movements, circling and then diving into your wet hole. they curl over and over again before going back out to tease you more. and it isn’t long before you feel your panties soak and you’re practically panting from the amount of pleasure he’s given you.

you can feel yourself getting closer to cumming on his fingers, thrusting your hips back to feel more. “please, more.” you whimper out, and he actually chuckles at your begging.

“more of this?” he asks, pushing three fingers into your hole and curling them to hit that soft spongy spot inside. you cry out when he does that, thighs shaking and knees nearly giving out.

“yes!” you say, feeling like you’re about to teeter off of the edge and absolutely falling apart when his other hand starts to play with your clit again.

you don’t even know what words or sounds come out of your mouth with the force it hits you, his hands coaxing you through it with several chants of ‘good girl’ being whispered into your ear.

his fingers pull out once you’ve come down from your high, a wet sound making you particularly embarrassed with how soaked you are for him. you can hear him taking his belt off behind you and you’re more than eager to feel his dick in you now than you were before.

“you ready?” he asks, and you can hear him using your wetness to coat his cock before he’s lining it up against you and rubbing the tip against your folds.

“fuck, yes.” you mumble to him, eyes rolling back and nails digging into the table harshly as he pushes into you. the tip is so thick that it hurts at first, but once you’re used to it you think you might cum again just from the sensation of him filling your cunt.

“holy shit.” you moan out the words once he’s balls deep, the pressure against your insides feeling so fucking good. you lean down more into the table, and his hands grip your hips tightly as he prepares to move.

and when he does move, you’re breathless. you’ve never been with someone so big who actually knows what they’re doing, and the feeling alone sends you absolutely reeling and wanting this to never end.

“please, go harder.” you say softly, moaning when he listens to your words earnestly.

the table creaks loudly as his pace picks up more, hips hitting your ass hard as he fucks into you with more and more force. he decides to grab around the front of you and pull your back into him, an angle that has you moaning louder than you want to admit.

you can only hope that nobody hears you, but with the slapping sounds of his hips crashing into you and your noises it’s obvious that something is happening in this room right now.

“need to be quiet for me, can you do that?” he asks you, and you shake your head while whimpering out a ‘no’.

his hand grabs your face again, covering your lips and leaving your nose out so you can breathe. he decides to really start pushing it after this, thrusting harder and faster than you thought he could go.

you feel like you’re going to cum again soon. “‘m close.” you whimper against his hand, feeling his free hand reach down and start working your clit like it’s nothing.

you throw your head back when his hand is practically vibrating against you, cumming on his cock and moaning so loudly that the hand over your mouth clamps down harder to muffle your noises.

you can hear his breathing picking up too, small grunts and groans coming out as his own orgasm starts to approach. you’re still clenching on him from cumming so hard, and it sends him into a spiral.

the table you’re against starts moving from the force of his thrusts as he groans out and cums in you, fingers digging into your skin as his hips stutter and slow down. 

you feel so very full- from his dick and his cum at the same time, the feeling of cum dripping out and down your thighs making you shiver a little bit. he pulls out of you and you collapse against the table, breathing heavily.

“thank you.” you whisper, catching your breath as you fix your panties, pull your pants up, and allow your panties to become drenched in both of your fluids.

“it’s nothing.” is all he says, fixing himself accordingly.

you can hear a whirring before the lights slowly turn on, flickering for a moment before powering on completely. you look at him as soon as the lights are on, seeing his usual balaclava covering his face.

he’s looking right back at you, and no words need to be spoken when you get a good look at him. you start walking towards him and right as your hands are getting ready to lift his balaclava up, the door whirs open and soap is standing there.

you know you’re very close to him and immediately feel hot, backing away and looking to soap. “oh, hey.”

he looks between the two of you, a small smirk forming on his face. “it’s about time!” he exclaims.

“soap, don’t.” ghost says, shaking his head and looking to you. his hand reaches out and grabs onto yours and you find yourself gaping at the sight.

he leads you out of that room and down the halls towards the living quarters, eyes never losing that glimmer of lust towards you as you get down to his room.

“you’re gonna have to stay quiet or soap will complain, the walls are thin over here.” is all he says before you enter the room together.

neither of you get much sleep that night, and both receive an earful from soap and a few others come morning.

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[stormblessed95]

Isn't it disrespectful to LGBT people that a group who shows their support to LGBTQ and always said big things about equality, equal love...a member of that group performed in Qatar where LGBTQ is a sin?? Isn't it disrespectful to LGBT community? What's the point of their support then?? Does money matter that much to the world's superstars?? Or their support was just a drama? Especially if we consider that jk is the part of LGBT himself becz we think he's with jimin?? If jikook is true...then what support is he giving to the community as a world super star?? Or may be he's not queer, not a part of LGBT.. that is why he agreed to perform there at the first place. Or maybe he's greedy enough to make history for himself without giving any care for the community which they say they support?? You can't just say this and then perform in a country where LGBTQ is literally called a sin. That's double standards.

Or maybe the company is making our fool for years by throwing Jikooks interactions at us to make us think that they're a real couple and that.. the company and members support LGBT but in reality... thats not the case. I saw video and photos of jk with the staff in Qatar. Jkkrs thinks from years that he's shy in front of girls..but he clearly looks very comfortable with the female staff then the male staff there even if he met them for the first time. Or maybe that's the main reason he was chosen to perform there not other member becz he's not queer. I don't think it's fair to LGBTQ people.

Are you queer? Because I'm part of the community and I don't feel slighted. My opinions are my own and you are entitled to yours. Also JK putting his arm around women for photos is the exact same thing as he does for men and again, holds no barring on his sexuality at all. And he could like both genders or more too.

I've posted my thoughts about the ciritisms he has faced for performing in Qatar here too

And I posted about how ridiculous it is to assume he is straight because of this performance here too

And if you click on the hashtags or just search Qatar on my blog, you'll find even more. Hope you feel better after getting that rant off your chest.

Been here, covered that. Don't wanna do it again. Anyways, hope everyone who can is streaming Dreamers to support our Jungkookie!

[heliads]

Thanks for writing for all readers 🥰 Only if you feel comfortable: a male squaller thats really similar to Zoya (they are besties and bickering 24/7) but turns into a flustered mess whenever he has to talk to Genja, who he actually shares many hobbies with? If you dont want to write that just male squaller thats besties with Zoya and making lighthearted fun about Nikolai?

i would do anything for genya safin my beloved

masterlist

There’s a common saying in Ravka that the best satisfaction comes from an honest day’s work. It’s ridiculous, of course, the sort of thing that’s said by wealthy monarchs as they watch their starving subjects work to the bone to supply them with another feast, but the message has still managed to stick around all of these centuries.

You, however, would tack on an addendum to the popular moral:  some satisfaction may come from the day’s work, sure, but the best satisfaction of all comes from being the best in the business, honest work be damned. Right now, you’ve just beat out even Zoya Nazyalensky in the latest Squaller showdown, and you could be on top of the world for all the Saints care.

Zoya, bless her heart, is pretending that she isn’t bothered at all right now. “No need to keep gloating, L/N, it’ll ruin your complexion.”

You snort. “I couldn’t ruin my complexion if I tried. It’s weathered even your storms, so it should stick around for a while longer.”

“It’s just one practice,” she replies, “don’t let it get to your head. I’ll remind you that I won the same title yesterday.”

“Yes,” you say, “but this is now. I’d never bother to get so caught up in the past.”

Zoya scoffs. “Yes, we know, you take pride in being a heartless and cold statue of a man–”

You can’t help but grin as you listen to Zoya. Despite her seemingly harsh words, this is how the two of you get along best, by trading jokes disguised as insults until even the most grating remarks make you laugh. You may pretend that the world doesn’t humor you in the slightest, but you can’t deny that you’re having a wickedly good time right now.

“–although your entire facade seems to disappear whenever you’re around our good friend Genya Safin,” Zoya finishes, “Why’s that?”

You were wrong, this world is a terrible place and you wish to leave it at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you grit out icily.

Zoya just smirks. “Of course you don’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if your entire brain shut down the second she walks within your line of sight. That’s what it seems like, at least.”

You roll your eyes. “If I can walk into conflict against the Fjerdans without so much as flinching, I doubt one Tailor could truly shake me that badly.”

“That’s what one would think,” Zoya says crisply, “yet it still happens. I must admit that it fascinates me. I thought you were better than silly feelings such as those.”

You arch a brow. “You’d know all about silly feelings, though, wouldn’t you? I seem to remember spotting a very familiar blue ribbon neatly coiled on the desk in Nikolai’s room the other day.”

Zoya’s eyes spark with a very unbecoming irritation. It appears that your theories about her and the king were true, although anyone with a set of working eyes or ears could think the same from the way they speak to each other.

“I can’t help it if the king thinks me devastatingly attractive. Would you like me to inquire with Genya if she feels the same way about you?” She asks pointedly.

You give her a look that could cut through solid stone, although it just makes her grin broaden. “I think I can handle my own affairs just fine on my own, but thank you so much for asking.”

Zoya’s teeth flash with the shine of her own vindication. “Just thought I’d offer. I am known for my charity when it comes to hopeless causes, aren’t I?”

You don’t bother to dignify that obvious fabrication with a response. The problem, of course, the issue of the very root that Zoya has so tactfully pointed out, is that you do indeed have lapses in your cold demeanor when it comes to a certain redheaded Tailor, although that’s not your fault.

How could it be your fault, after all, when Genya Safin is at her core the best young woman you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting? She’s got a wit to match your own, a sparking temper, and a warm heart beneath it all. That’s not to mention the fact that she’s irrevocably gorgeous, and one of the finest and bravest Grisha the Little Palace has to offer.

It would be wonderful if you could talk to her, then. You’ve certainly prepared for such a day time after time, straightening the collar of your best kefta like having a hair of the fox fur collar out of place would ruin your chances forever. In truth, you don’t think Genya has the time to consider the complacency of your kefta’s fur trim, as you trip over yourself so badly whenever she’s around that she’ll be far too distracted to concentrate on anything else.

It’s a terrible shame, which is of course why Zoya’s brought it up. She’s laughed over your inability to talk to the Tailor countless times before, no matter how often you try to deny it. In the end, you could build up the confidence of the Saints themselves, and it would all come crumbling down the second Genya so much as bats her eyes at you.

Zoya appears to take rare pity on you, because she clears her throat only a few minutes into your restless musing. “I’m actually meant to be meeting with Genya today on behalf of the Squallers,” she says, “but I’ve been called away for a war report and I won’t be able to make it. You’ll be able to at least try and fill my shoes while I’m out, won’t you?”

You raise a sardonic brow, trying to hide the fact that your heart feels as if it’s suddenly gone into palpitations. “I thought you’ve told me on countless occasions that I could never even hope to match your ineffable presence.”

Zoya sighs theatrically. “I did, but I’m afraid you’ll have to do today. I thought you’d be jumping at the prospect of visiting your sweetheart.”

“I’m going to push you into the lake,” you say.

“I don’t think you have the aim for that,” Zoya shoots back, and walks away matter-of-factly before you can test out that theory.

You treat yourself with a few seconds to glare at your friend’s back, then groan and start heading towards the Little Palace. Genya will be in the War Room at this hour, waiting on Zoya. You can only hope that she won’t be too disappointed to see you instead.

The soles of your boots echo against the cold stone floor of the Little Palace, rolling out a steady rhythm that helps calm at least the edges of your nerves. You shouldn’t be this nervous to see a friend, but then again, your heart has rarely seemed to follow your directions.

You knock once against the dark wooden door of the War Room, and moments later a voice calls for you to enter. Genya has her back to you at first, and you set your shoulders back. Today will be a good day. You’re going to actually handle this well. You don’t think you could physically take Zoya’s teasing if you didn’t.

In the meantime, you have the snapshot of a brief moment in which you can lean here against the half-open door, just looking at her. You’ve seen Genya around the Little Palace, of course, she’s impossible to ignore and so deeply entrenched in the Grisha that it’s impossible to uproot her, but still.

She’s especially pretty now, in the low lamplight. Her copper hair is pinned up, businesslike, although the bottom curls have already started to come untucked and trail towards the nape of her neck. Even when she thinks she’s alone, Genya carries herself with such cool confidence that you’d think she’d fought a thousand wars before and won them just as easily as she’s going to win this one.

Then again, perhaps Genya has, in a way. No one except her closest friends know exactly what happened during the reign of the Darkling, but it wasn’t good. Instead of turning Genya cruel, though, it has just made a kind girl brave. It amazes you.

Oblivious to your reverie, Genya turns around, arms full of blueprints. She frowns once at you across the room, then dumps out the scrolls on the already cluttered table before you. “I thought the meaner Squaller was coming,” she says.

“I thought I was supposed to be the meaner Squaller,” you say, “I might be hurt.”

Genya chuckles, success at last. “I’d have to disagree. I do love Zoya dearly, but her favored way of showing affection is through targeted sarcastic barbs.”

You smile faintly at that. “Zoya is–” 

Your early lead trails off, and you’re left clutching at straws, hoping to find something to say that won’t make you sound like a complete moron.

“–an acquired taste,” you finish somewhat lamely. You really can’t manage to conduct yourself around her, can you?

Luckily, Genya grins at your words. “I would quite agree,” she says, and you try not to make your sigh of relief all that obvious.

She beckons you over, leaning over one of the scrolls she’s started to unroll. “Zoya was supposed to talk to me about the Squallers. Hopefully, you know about your own branch of the Small Science.”

“I’m inclined to think so,” you say, “what were you going to talk about?”

Genya taps a few notations on the diagram. “We need to send another squadron of Grisha to the front lines. I need some names, people who are actually likely to follow orders instead of trying to be heroes and go off by themselves and die pointlessly. Have anyone in mind?”

She smiles somewhat apologetically as she asks the question, just as aware as you are that this is a terrible predicament. Sending friends to certain death is never easy, but in a time of war, it must be done anyway.

So, you nod, and try your best to move some of that burden off of her shoulders and onto yours. “Lara Kulakov is good, she’s someone you can trust. Danil Ivanov too, he’s strong. I wouldn’t go for Veliko Resnick or Milana Marinova, though. They’re good fighters, but far too distracted by a good round of Three Man Bramble. Which is pointless, by the way, because everyone in their right minds knows that the best card game is solitér.”

“Solitér?” Genya asks, suddenly delighted. “You play it too? Zoya makes dreadful fun of me for liking it, she says it’s a game for old maids or life sentence prisoners, but I happen to think it’s quite fun.”

You laugh. “No, I think it’s the best. I learned to play when I was quite young, I think it was a way for my mother to keep me quiet and out of trouble.”

Genya grins. “See, I knew you were fun, L/N. This just proves it. We should play sometime.”

You frown. “Solitér is a solo game, though. Thought that was the whole point. You know, solitary, solitér.”

Genya rolls her eyes. “Alright, then, we could play in the same vague proximity. It would work out.”

You smile at her, suddenly self conscious. “It sounds like a date.”

You meant to confirm her idea, but it comes out more like a question. Could it be a date, perhaps? Could it actually sound like Genya Safin herself wants to meet up with you?

Genya straightens up slightly, hands smoothing out invisible folds in the skirt of her kefta. “Only if you wanted to, that is,” she amends in a quieter voice, “I know you’re probably quite busy and all, but–”

You cut her off hurriedly before she can retract her offer. “No, I think that sounds wonderful. I’m just awful at confirming things, that’s all. You make me terribly nervous, Genya.”

She laughs, the sound of it pealing like a bell through the room. “That’s impossible. Zoya says you’re one of the bravest Grisha we’ve got. Surely I can’t make you nervous.”

You smile in spite of yourself. “One would think so, but the facts still remain. If you were to agree to this date, though, I might be able to overcome my little fear.”

“You think so?” Genya asks around a dazzling grin.

You nod solemnly. “Only if you’d give me the chance to prove it.”

The corners of her mouth twitch up in a happy smile, refusing to tamp themselves down. “I think I’d be alright with seeing that. Shall we do Thursday, then, after supper?”

“That sounds perfect,” you say, and it is. You’ll certainly have the story to share with Zoya once she comes back. For once, you’ve managed to stop tripping over yourself around Genya, and you’ve even managed to win a date out of it. Nothing could be more perfect, indeed.

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[actualbird]

Oh god!

I really love the poly headcanons they are so sweet.... (or don't but that's part of it and i think the tot boys+MC deserve all the love the world has to give).

But, liking it or not, our 4 beloved boys are kinda complicated (that's what makes them perfect). Plus I never thought about how people get in poly relationships. So i was thinking, how do you think they all get into a polyrelationship together?

(I really have no idea of how that would happen)

hi, two anons!! im glad you guys liked my nxx team polycule stuff!! i'll answer these in one go, my "headcanon" (in quotes because i think this kinda turned into a character analysis/minific of sorts HAHA) being what first anon asked, How They Get Together.

heads up, wc of this is 1.9k words long so buckle up for a bit of a read jfsjdfkjbf

because first anon, youre right!!! the boys are stupendously complicated which i love so so much but canon has also shown us clearly that each of the boys' quirks and habits and tendencies causes a lot of (mostly played for laughs) friction. the bickering, the backhanded insults, the "im the best one here" preening contests. theyre all SOOOO RIDICULOUS and it is hilarious but yep! the boys r complex!! and that means this beautiful ship, imo, has a lot of phases to get to the actual romantic relationship bit.

how they get together, in my opinion, starts because of mc.

not in the sense that she matchmakes them all, but like.

phase 1 of the nxx team polycule is this:

through being in love with her (which we all know the boys 100% are), each of the boys come to terms with their own flaws and weaknesses. it's very apparent to me in all the story thus far that these boys are flawed as hell, it's very compelling but even more compelling to me is how all of them also do intense mental gymnastics to Not Confront Those Flaws. like, marius is a dickbag always teasing and toeing the line of insincerity, vyn is a controlling mf who always tries to sway situations to his benefit, artem is so repressed to the point that he has genuine trouble with emotions, luke is a self sacrificial bastard and also a huge hypocrite about how no, actually, hes the only one that should be hiding his pain and being dishonest, no dishonesty from other people!! in the beginning of the story, all the boys have their flaws and seem to have just kinda...not addressed how those flaws are harming them and the people around them.

and then mc rolls around and they all fall in love with her. and she sees those flaws and she doesnt let them slide. she challenges the boys in her own ways to see another side of the situation, to acknowledge what theyre doing. she doesnt want to get rid of flaws, thats impossible and also not cool. she just has this beautiful hope for like, all of humanity, that goodness can prevail with the right work. so when she sees her beloved nxx boys, she believes that for them as well.

which leads to phase 2 of the nxx team polycule:

the boys, more aware of themselves, become more aware of each other.

they werent Unaware of the others of course. it's just that they didnt like...truly connect on a personal level just yet. they saw the other teammembers with their emotional armor and flaws and saw a wall that wasnt worth looking past.

but after mc makes them realize that hey, flaws arent the end of the world actually, it's alright and the person behind them may just be worth it, the boys like. end up understanding the others. A LOT OF THIS BIT IS UNINTENTIONAL, ON THEIR PARTS KJDSBFS. like they stumble into understanding each other by accident, they didnt plan it, but over the course of nxx investigations, it's inevitable that they end up seeing the depths of the others. i delve into this a little bit in my fanfic "filler eps of the lost gold" where the boys are just going thru their actions and then trip over another boy's fears or desires and through that, gain a deeper understanding mutually.

and with understanding, sometimes, comes trust.

phase 3 of the nxx team polycule goes like this:

everybody in this team, whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, has a heart that wants to give love so desperately.

marius lives in a world full of snakes so he cant have his heart on his sleeve for his own protection. vyn wants to be seen as perfect and the heart is inherently messy so he holds it back. artem for a very very long time was focused on work and success and achievement that he neglected his heart. and luke has been giving love all his life in a sense but in a way thats hidden.

all these tendencies that are brought upon their life circumstances results in this: they want to love honestly but they havent been able to do this

until mc. and all of them want to push back whatever fears or patterns their life has instilled in them because they see her and see somebody so unwaveringly good that all their hearts begin giving love to her to make her happy and to make themselves happy as well.

but heres the thing. the boys dont just see mc. by this point, they have connected and understood and come to trust each other as well, and the consequence of that is that They Can See Each Other Now Too, Truly.

and heres the thing. all of the boys are unwaveringly good as well.

one by one, each of the boys realize that what they feel for the other boys in the team starts to...change. yeah theyre all friends, they pick on each other a lot of the time, but the bedrock of the relationship is solid and strong now. but when marius is with luke, marius sees a light inside of luke so bright that he seems unaware that he gives off. when artem is with vyn, artem sees a goodness inside of vyn that hesitates to make itself obvious and known because vyn is scared of getting hurt thanks to it. all of them see the other and their goodness and, unbidden, their hearts want to give love to each other as well.

and because theyre all a bit stupid in their own way theyre like, huh, weird! wonder why this feeling is so familiar! and yet i cant seem to name it...and then they all independently compare these feeling with the feelings they have for mc, a feeling they do know the name of, and theyre like.

WAIT.

THESE FEELINGS ARE...VERY BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL FOR MC.

which only means one thing: theyve fallen in love with everybody else

marius: //goes to his studio to Think and sees that a bunch of his recent art actually had little crumbs of these feelings already, etched into the brushstrokes and scenes. has an emotional crisis about it

vyn: //records a 1 hour long entry in his audio diary to examine and gain control of his feelings but by the end of the hour all he knows is that he wants to hold these people and be held by them

artem: //quite literally just bluescreens, artem.exe has stopped working, sits at his study and slowly, slowly, thunks his head down onto his desk, valiantly trying to ignore the fast pulse of his heart

luke: //manically vents about it to peanut who, by virtue of being a bird, doesnt get it. just keeps talking at peanut to get a grasp of it all and then lies down on the floor, overwhelmed

mc, sitting in her apartment watching some netflix: ...why do i inexplicably feel as if something very, very important has just happened?

phase 4 of the nxx team polycule is basically:

pining: extreme difficulty level

because pining is already hard when ur pining for one person. what more for an additional 3 more people. and those additional 3 more people are pining back.

and all these boys are SOOOO OBVIOUS with their romantic feelings, in their own special way. the way they show their affection to mc starts to bleed into their interactions with the others and everybody can CLEARLY SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, LOL, but also all the boys are too chickenshit to confront it, because if they confront it, what will even happen??? being in love with each other, all of them, thats going to be such a complicated fucking relationship, holy shit. it's 2030, yeah, being a polyamorous group relationship isnt completely unheard of, but sue them, theyre scared.

but mc (who i forgot to mention already knows of the boys' romantic feelings for her, shes just hasnt made a move yet on any of them because SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM AS WELL and shes been trying to figure out how the hell to make that work, she cant bear to choose just one of them, she'd be heartbroken over leaving the rest of them behind) sees that the nxx investigation team is now all pining for each other FULLY and she kinda wants to laugh when she realizes whats going on because like, what are the chances? that this would happen? that they all found each other and their feelings fell into just the right place for nobody to be left behind?

theyre all scared, she can tell. and she is as well, she wont lie.

but shes always had a belief that goodness can prevail with the right work.

and love is one of the greatest goods out there.

phase 5 of the nxx team polycule:

It's Time For Communication, Baby!!!!!

the exact scenes of how this happens is a bit vague to me. it could go two ways: mc going to each of the boys independently to talk about feelings, hers about everybodys and his about everybodys as well. OR they have a fucking meeting about it all together and artem literally schedules it in his google calendar, or something.

either way, they like, actually talk about this. starts casual, maybe over a chill date, maybe over dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe over a walk in the park as the sun is starting to set. but where ever it happens, the end result is the same: a heart is laid out bare and it is taken in gentle, grateful hands.

marius: OKAY, NOW THAT THE FEELINGS ARE OUT OF THE WAY, CAN I PLEASE KISS ONE OR ALL OF YOU, PLEASE, IVE BEEN WANTING TO KISS U GUYS FOR FOREVER

vyn, laughing fondly: has anybody ever told you patience is a virtue? we quite literally just talked it all out.

marius: //needy whining noises

artem, embarrassed: ive...never kissed anybody before

luke, embarrassed but trying to play it Cool: ....same here

mc: kissing is great, you two will love it!

marius: awesome, awesome, so is ANYBODY going to give me a go ahead or WHAT????

phase 6 of the nxx team polycule:

i dont want to say it's happily ever after, once they all get together. thats not really realistic.

they all have their quirks and tendencies and habits. and those will inevitable clash against each other. theyll have their arguments, theyll get upset, theyll sulk and be angry, sometimes. but also...

theyll see each other smile and feel like their love shining so brightly. theyll reach out for another's hand and be held in such a way that makes them think that their heart is in a safe place. theyll love each other and theyll put in the work to continue loving each other. because goodness will prevail.

and they all see each other as the most good people in the world.

so whatever happens, theyll get through it together.

[justguardian]

I am a little angry with gay, lesbian, trans and all similar people.

Why?

Well...

First I guess I need to specify that I am not in any means against them. Us actually)). Just it infurates me, that we became some circus freaks. It is true that we are abnormal. Yeah, the first thing that irritates me that some people say that they "change" something but also belive they were born like that.

Thats bullshit.

When you change you become someone different.

Face it.

We are born men or women and nothing can change that. We have only two genders. Well, naturally. And men & women are different not with just one missing stick in the chromosome. Our nerves, brains, perception of the world and many other things are different. So yes.

We change when we change our gender and not just physically, however I must add, that changing that will not entirely make you a man or a woman. Roughly speaking, you may take a woman from her body but you can't take a woman's spirit from her.)

However even it IS ABNORMAL and UNNATURAL (for humans), it doesn't make it... Bad.

Being different, out the side, someone who doesn't fit the laws of nature DOESN'T make you a devil, sinner or a villain.

These are things that have NOTHING in common.

I'm just sad that some of US still can't understand that simple fact...

We ARE abnormal and different.

I am.

And I am proud of it.

So... "Here's to the rest of us!"

But as much as we are different we are just the same as other humans. Yeah, life is just a big paradox)). Because just because we are different, it doesn't automatically makes us GOOD. I hope that everyone who read this post will at least try to understand that.

Secondly... Secondly is the sorrowful picture I often encounter — stories (flims, etc.) which are shining nowadays JUST BECAUSE they have someone of us in the foreground. WE ARE NOT A SOMETHING TO WATCH! If a story gets popularity just because two men are kissing in the back it is one shit of a story. Story is about interesting and bewitching plot, style of showing it to us, souls, etc. ART. Same thing as with "background music".

Give respect please. Not only us need it.

Actually I need to tell you one more thing about popularity — You know, once a bot of LGBTQIA+'s community tried to invited me to it. You know what it wrote to me? What point it gave? Hm? It wrote that I SHOULD joint this community because, attention, it is "one of the most popular". Since when it it became a good advertisement? Don't you remember how bizarre and even dangerous fashion can be?

What have we became?

Of course I refused. I don't see any good in joining some comunity just because it has most on their side! And well, I don't need to click some button to feel and think a certain way. As people don't need to be in church to pray to God.

Oh and about Gods. All that flag and patron thing. Well, this I guess is rather ridiculous but expected — usual urge of humans to differ ourselfs as much as we can)). And I guess, need to be happy just with the fact it haven't started another war yet).

But, you know, sometimes I fear that we all are just angels of G. Marquez.