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it’s not even that they are doing it worse, because they can get better. It’s the ChatGPT part-

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

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How Tf! 141 reacts to your silent treatment

John clocks it as soon as you don't laugh at his fish joke, or add anything meaningful about the weed growing in lawn. His smugness evaporates and is transformed by a bearly urge to make you speak, to make you smile, to make you fucking look at him with love and adoration. He wouldn't stop eye contact as he would slowly take your feet on his lap, massaging the ankles with his big veiny hands, your toes pushing against his blunt erection, and all the while speaking endlessly from this to that, just waiting for your defences to crumble and for the sun to break out like dawn on your lips.

Simon wouldn't say anything at first, trying to make a mental list of everything which he could've done wrong. He'll put outside his muddy boots freezing like a deer when you catch him doing so from the window, then onto clean the floor, he doesn't even pick at his acne and swallows his meds in front of you. Simon would constantly stare at you with wild-big eyes of a kicked puppy. He'd be so scared that he has fucked up bad that it would be cruel to let this silence linger on, it's not long until you clear your throat, shushing away the giggle at bottom because Simon is heating food on his own, to eat, pretty little baby. "Si, come ere' I want to kiss you, please?" and not even a moment later he's wagging his tail and hurrying to be loved by you.

Johnny is an idiot, but not for long. He tries to get you going for shopping, and nearly gets a heartattack when you shake your head and look away. Aquarium? No. Bookshop? No. Cafe? No. He's so fucked and has a standing in middle of the room with hand on waist moment. So he does what he does. He places things on top shelves and blinks as you parkour your way there, next is tightening the lids and comes the breaking of glass, ouch, after bargain comes desperation, so Johnny wears his most ridiculous tie and unbuttons his shirt to navel, then dances to love is strange until you have to give in and kiss him on the mouth in the middle of 'you're the one'. 

Kyle is one hell of a smartass, he's love guru for reason. He wastes no time putting over the pan and making you the most delicious curry you'll ever have. You love watching him cook and couldn’t help one sneak a peek, but mission fail because Kyle catches you looking and he makes a show with his hands peeling tomato skin, seductive and whore behaviour. Next nail comes down hard when the doorbell rings and you open the door to blooming red roses, and boxes of chocolates. "Oh, who send you that? Must be terribly in love with you," Kyle chuckles as you walk back in inside towards him. He only beams catching your blush behind the flowers. "Wow chocolates too, must be so whipped that guy-" "Shut up, I love you." you say softly, pressing roses on his ab, "Atleast wear apron you devil !"

Masterlist

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you know what i need? I need the 141 with their girl who just doesn’t talk because yesterday everything seemed to come out wrong, so today, to prevent her words from being misinterpreted, she just doesnt talk. And they think she’s giving them the silent treatment when she’s really just trying to not hurt their feelings

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HelPol 141 Headcanons

hello, hellenic polytheist here, projecting onto characters i like because i can. rbs are appreciated!!! im open to suggestions for other characters (no promises i will 100% do them, it depends on my motivation), and if you're going to be an anti-paganism asshole just fuck right off.

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notes:

realistically there's little difference, but for this; deities under DEVOTED TO are deities they consistently worship and actively consider themselves devotees of, and deities under ALSO HONORS are ones they offer and pray to but not as frequently.

the boldened text in every list of domains is what each character focuses on in their worship.

FEELINGS ABOUT RELIGION and RELIGIOUS JOURNEY are lumped together because for most of them they're heavily intertwined, and also the sections would be too small if i were to separate them

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JOHN 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

DEVOTED TO:

Hephaistos / Hephaestus : forges, fire, metalworking, technology, sculpture, craftsmanship, physical creation, art

Ares : war/battle, dance, violence, fear, rebellion bloodlust, courage, civil order, masculinity

ALSO HONORS:

Dionysos / Dionysus : alcohol, madness, cycles, rebirth, parties, agriculture, feasts, theater, fertility, release, inspiration

Hermes : trade, wealth, luck, fertility, animal husbandry, sleep, language, thieves, and travel

PRACTICE STYLE:

probably on the modern end. rushed, simply due to his work. i'd imagine he left Catholicism in this AU due to the strict structures it had (+ probably some trauma, lets be honest), and therefore he would prefer the leniency of a more new-age practice. i also think Soap would like how much of a puzzle it can be. he'd like figuring out every what works for him, doing the math and finding out the best ways he can go about each thing. he'd be knowledgeable of historical practices, but in an "know the rules so you can break them properly" sort of way.

FEELINGS ABOUT RELIGION/RELIGIOUS JOURNEY:

in the beginning, he probably felt hesitant. a little overwhelmed , too. growing up in a majorly monotheistic religion, it took him a while to get comfortable with branching out in his worship. once he did, though, he was much more open and himself in his practice. he loves it. he loves finally praying and actually getting answers. he loves offering, loves divination, loves building kharis. he especially loves learning the other ways people practice; he finds it all fascinating (major projection lol).

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

DEVOTED TO:

Aphrodite : love, sexuality, the people, war, self-confidence, relationships, beauty, passion

Ares : war/battle, dance, violence, fear, rebellion bloodlust, courage, civil order, masculinity

Hephaistos / Hephaestus : forges, fire, metalworking, technology, sculpture, craftsmanship, physical creation, art

ALSO HONORS:

Athene / Athena : wisdom, battle strategy, weaving, crafts

PRACTICE STYLE:

also modern, but probably more in the sense where he's adapting historical practices to fit a modern lifestyle. i think that he, while he still gives physical offerings, prefers and enjoys doing devotional acts that are connected to the gods in some way (i.e; physical training for Ares).

FEELINGS ABOUT RELIGION/RELIGIOUS JOURNEY:

i dont think he really felt guilty or hesitant about it; even though his parents were firmly Christian, i like to think that they were very accepting and allowed their kids to learn and explore different things. while they brought them to church and raised them with exposure to their faith, they didnt force him or his sister to follow their beliefs. i imagine that Gaz did follow those beliefs for a while, and that his switch would've been him just.. growing out of it, and feeling a stronger pull to polytheism overall.

maybe he felt that monotheism was limiting, maybe he desired fewer expectations about 'how he should be acting' than being a Good Christian Boy gave him. regardless, i think he's glad he made his decision. i also think he's a total lover the religion's mythology; when he isn't using his free time training and spending time with the team, he's spending hours researching and reading.

JOHN PRICE

DEVOTED TO:

Zeus : storms, the sky, fatherhood, law, justice, oaths, kingship, hospitality, prophecy, order

ALSO HONORS:

Any Diety : Price seems like he would offer and pray to whomever he wants/needs to in the moment

PRACTICE STYLE:

i unfortunately don't have much to say for Price. admittedly, characterizing him is difficult for me. i think he gives mostly fuck all about going about proper reconstructionism, though, and has his own much more casual way of doing things. does he respect the historical stuff? yeah. doesnt necessarily mean he wants to engage in those ways, though.

FEELINGS ABOUT RELIGION/RELIGIOUS JOURNEY:

converting was like reuniting with an old friend, for John. as a lad he'd heard of the myths, listened to the tales. he was always intrigued by it, but nothing more. he didn't have a religion for the longest time—didnt think he wanted one. he started simply because he was curious, and liked what he found. i like to think he leaves the rest of his cigars burning when he's done smoking as little offerings for Zeus.

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEVOTED TO:

Nemesis : divine retribution, revenge, justice, balance, indignation

ALSO HONORS:

Artemis : wilderness, the hunt, instinct, plague, healing/purity, archery, dance, music, chastity, transitions, care of children

Dionysos / Dionysus : alcohol, madness, cycles, rebirth, parties, agriculture, feasts, theater, fertility, release, inspiration

PRACTICE STYLE:

he respects historical tradition, and probably has a secret desire to be able to participate in those ways. though outside of that he definitely isnt picky in how he chooses to do things. he does what he's capable of in the moment, nothing more. huge believer of the phrase 'if it works, it works'.

FEELINGS ABOUT RELIGION/RELIGIOUS JOURNEY:

Ghost is probably hesitant with worship—faith is something that evaded him after the horrors he went through. he found Nemesis after escaping Roba, and holds a lot of affection for Her especially (i dont think his desire for revenge on Roba was specifically influenced by Her, i definitely think that was of his own volition. though it did get Her attention, and he definitely had Her support). he does appreciate the gods, even if it's hard some days because of all he's been through and who he is.

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TAG LIST:

@idiotrxccoon

@spaceperson64

@the-angst-zone

@parvulous-writings

@same-marie-same

@material-ghoul86

@sciencehadbabies

@sharkiiv

@pyxrin

@chaosundcoffee

(if you liked my post offering to tag people in this, i assumed that meant you wanted to be tagged and added you to this list. apologies if there was any misunderstanding there and you didnt want to be)

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cute idea: giving konig a kiss when he gets home

Try to post something here!!<3

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Goals

His and hers pc’s

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The Mountains Breathe

I suddenly got a rush to write and finish this in, like, twenty minutes. So it's probably shit but I hope it's enough to satisfy! Based on the song The Sleeping Giants by The Crane Wives, a part two to Which Witch.

The 'walk' so far has ended up being two days of travel through a dense forest, with camp only being bedrolls around a fire and you doing most of the foraging. They hunted, but because of their armor, the only person quiet enough to actually hunt was Ghost. Price was decent and a seasoned soldier, so he was also able to bring a kill in every once in a while, but Soap had a hard time being in the one place for long and Gaz could do it, but he was better at foraging with you.

It wasn't until you got a dream that you knew where to go.

You were facing the mountains, almost at the base of one, green plains stretch out and never seem to end until the cliff-face of the mountains. You're blood was rushing in your ears and something whispered to you...

'Come... You will be safe here... come closer, child...'

And as you reached to touch the mountain, the blood rushing in your ears seemed to pulse in time with your heart and the breath of the mountain... a sleeping giant.

That morning, you were packing up before any of the men were awake. Almost frantically packing, with order and a wild calm flowing around you, Price was the first to wake.

"Witch, what are you-?" He seemed almost startled, hurriedly standing up and reaching for his weapon, worried that someone was coming to attack.

"I know where to go." Your eyes met his with a flash, and you both held there for a second, a deep understanding flowing between the two of you.

"I can wake up the men." Price nods and breaks the eye contact, waking up Ghost first. "Wake up, Ghost. We've got our destination." The behemoth of a man awakes quickly at that and the two superiors wake up the other two.

You finish gathering the last of the things, strapping them to their respective horses before making your own horse out of the Earth itself.

"Follow me." You take off, riding at a full gallop on your horse of packed dirt and muscles of stone with quartz sinew.

As they follow, the trees seem to creak and groan as they part for the group, your lead seeming to part them. The moans of the trees seem to form a harmony as the sun sets, the moon humming in tandem with the beats of the horses hooves slamming into the ground. The riding alone was a song in itself.

"We're almost there!" You shout behind you as you breach the tree line and let your steed dissolve into it's components before a wave of the earth carries you to your destination.

As you get closer to the mountains, you feel something come over you... a presence. Safety and welcoming arms.

"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. I hear something, callin me... My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. I hear something, callin me..." You preach to the spirits of the land, the homes of those who came before you.

As you ride along the wave, the sun begins to rise, sky bursting into wild colors like popping the skin of a blueberry between your teeth.

You keep humming and singing the melody that comes to you as you grow closer. "The moon is humming... the moon is humming, lovely... melodies... The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry... hungry harmonies."

The men of the 141 are thoroughly confused but trust you enough to let you do your thing. This is the first time they have seen your intuition in action and it is nothing like they expected. You have never seemed so free or magic until now... You hair flowing behind you as the ground flowed under you like water to carry you to your new resting place. A place where everyone can be safe.

As you reach the area, you slow to a stop, the song of past mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and sisters pounding in your ears as your heart matches to the rhythm.

"I feel the mountains, I feel the mountains shifting... under me

The sleeping giants are finally waking... Waking... finally.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears

I hear somethin calling me...

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears

I hear somethin calling me..." And the tune comes as naturally as breathing to you...

The first time the 141 saw magic, it was nothing like this. It was dark... heavy... carried a connotation that should never be shared.

To see true magic in use... it was a spectacle to behold. It filled them with a sense of upliftment and hope.

Gaz saw a gentle future in his hope: tending to the garden with you, foraging for more plants, helping you with the holidays you celebrate... he wants nothing more than that.

"The moon is humming, the moon is humming... lovely... melodies.

The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry... hungry harmonies.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me...

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me..." As you continued to sing, it sounded like others were joining your voice, harmonizing, despite no one else singing. Like the earth and the sky and the birds all decided to follow your lead.

Ghost saw a future with his team... a love-filled home with a tended connection, never strained by bloodshed, but flourishing under care and comfort. He would care for the home itself, keeping it sturdy and alive with you. He would care for his team as they care for him, completely and wholly.

"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me." You voice is joined by many more, the deep-seated presences of your ancestors ringing in your bones as the song in now uncontrollably coming out of your mouth in an almost scream, rattling the mountains you face.

Soap sees a future of strength. One where the love everyone shares is never in question and their safety is assured. Where a family can prosper and grow, like a well tended to tree. One where the loyalty to each other is never questioned, and is only strengthed by whatever decides to try to weather it down. Where love blossoms under the loyalty of each other.

"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me." You finish the song with a tune so ancient that it seems to only come from deep in your soul... from wherever your magic begins... maybe even the very thread of your being and your ancestors voices are just echoing through it, glad to welcome another sister to the plains before the mountains. Before the sleeping giants.

Price sees a future of safety. One where his men never have to shed blood again. Where no one is coming for their heads and the land around them prospers as their loyalty, love, and safety does. He sees himself on the porch of the home and watching diligently for something that is never coming. The comfort of peace.

As you yell the last notes, the men watch as you construct a home big enough for everyone, what all of them imagined and more. The mountains seem to reverberate your song back to you and the trees sway in time of the harmony. You dance around as a tower of stone grows from the ground, piercing the Earth and rising in a spiral. A porch of moss and slate rises from the ground followed by the rest of the home: a stone and quartz base covered in a thing layer of crumbling soil and moss and ivy.

You crumble to your knees as the house, the home to be, is finished in it construction and your energy well is emptied.

"Hey!" Gaz rushes to you, as your new closest friend. The time spect foraging together grew yourselves closer as you both worked together to keep the others alive.

Price was not far behind, hot on his heels as Gaz sunk down to his knees next to you, holding you close.

"You did it... you found us a safe place." Price puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you slump against Gaz, exhausted and drained but still awake.

"I'm almost impressed." Ghost walks up with Soap.

"Aye. But that song... that was true magic. Something only fairytales tell of."

"Well... maybe I'll tell you about it later," You sigh, and begin to stand with Gaz's help, "but I think it best we get inside. Others may have heard and we are out in the open." You stumble in your haze of exhaustion as you make your way to the newly constructed home.

"I'll hold you to that, lass." Soap remarks as he comes up on your other side, helping Gaz guide you inside with Ghost and Price bringing up the rear, keeping an eye out.

You said that others may have heard... from how far? And how formidable? How much trouble are they in now?

So.... I'm not gonna lie, this took me over like a full body possession until I got it done. I hope it's a good second part! Keep being lovely, my dears! Have a great night/day!

Taglist: if you want to be added, just lemme know in the comments

@squeak1981 , @diseasedclitoris , @jj-the-hobbit171, @mindscape123 , @lillysfrogsandbogs , @affectionatecoffee , @katzarantos

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The Mountains Breathe

I suddenly got a rush to write and finish this in, like, twenty minutes. So it's probably shit but I hope it's enough to satisfy! Based on the song The Sleeping Giants by The Crane Wives, a part two to Which Witch.

The 'walk' so far has ended up being two days of travel through a dense forest, with camp only being bedrolls around a fire and you doing most of the foraging. They hunted, but because of their armor, the only person quiet enough to actually hunt was Ghost. Price was decent and a seasoned soldier, so he was also able to bring a kill in every once in a while, but Soap had a hard time being in the one place for long and Gaz could do it, but he was better at foraging with you.

It wasn't until you got a dream that you knew where to go.

You were facing the mountains, almost at the base of one, green plains stretch out and never seem to end until the cliff-face of the mountains. You're blood was rushing in your ears and something whispered to you...

'Come... You will be safe here... come closer, child...'

And as you reached to touch the mountain, the blood rushing in your ears seemed to pulse in time with your heart and the breath of the mountain... a sleeping giant.

That morning, you were packing up before any of the men were awake. Almost frantically packing, with order and a wild calm flowing around you, Price was the first to wake.

"Witch, what are you-?" He seemed almost startled, hurriedly standing up and reaching for his weapon, worried that someone was coming to attack.

"I know where to go." Your eyes met his with a flash, and you both held there for a second, a deep understanding flowing between the two of you.

"I can wake up the men." Price nods and breaks the eye contact, waking up Ghost first. "Wake up, Ghost. We've got our destination." The behemoth of a man awakes quickly at that and the two superiors wake up the other two.

You finish gathering the last of the things, strapping them to their respective horses before making your own horse out of the Earth itself.

"Follow me." You take off, riding at a full gallop on your horse of packed dirt and muscles of stone with quartz sinew.

As they follow, the trees seem to creak and groan as they part for the group, your lead seeming to part them. The moans of the trees seem to form a harmony as the sun sets, the moon humming in tandem with the beats of the horses hooves slamming into the ground. The riding alone was a song in itself.

"We're almost there!" You shout behind you as you breach the tree line and let your steed dissolve into it's components before a wave of the earth carries you to your destination.

As you get closer to the mountains, you feel something come over you... a presence. Safety and welcoming arms.

"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. I hear something, callin me... My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears. I hear something, callin me..." You preach to the spirits of the land, the homes of those who came before you.

As you ride along the wave, the sun begins to rise, sky bursting into wild colors like popping the skin of a blueberry between your teeth.

You keep humming and singing the melody that comes to you as you grow closer. "The moon is humming... the moon is humming, lovely... melodies... The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry... hungry harmonies."

The men of the 141 are thoroughly confused but trust you enough to let you do your thing. This is the first time they have seen your intuition in action and it is nothing like they expected. You have never seemed so free or magic until now... You hair flowing behind you as the ground flowed under you like water to carry you to your new resting place. A place where everyone can be safe.

As you reach the area, you slow to a stop, the song of past mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and sisters pounding in your ears as your heart matches to the rhythm.

"I feel the mountains, I feel the mountains shifting... under me

The sleeping giants are finally waking... Waking... finally.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears

I hear somethin calling me...

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears

I hear somethin calling me..." And the tune comes as naturally as breathing to you...

The first time the 141 saw magic, it was nothing like this. It was dark... heavy... carried a connotation that should never be shared.

To see true magic in use... it was a spectacle to behold. It filled them with a sense of upliftment and hope.

Gaz saw a gentle future in his hope: tending to the garden with you, foraging for more plants, helping you with the holidays you celebrate... he wants nothing more than that.

"The moon is humming, the moon is humming... lovely... melodies.

The forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry... hungry harmonies.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me...

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me..." As you continued to sing, it sounded like others were joining your voice, harmonizing, despite no one else singing. Like the earth and the sky and the birds all decided to follow your lead.

Ghost saw a future with his team... a love-filled home with a tended connection, never strained by bloodshed, but flourishing under care and comfort. He would care for the home itself, keeping it sturdy and alive with you. He would care for his team as they care for him, completely and wholly.

"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me." You voice is joined by many more, the deep-seated presences of your ancestors ringing in your bones as the song in now uncontrollably coming out of your mouth in an almost scream, rattling the mountains you face.

Soap sees a future of strength. One where the love everyone shares is never in question and their safety is assured. Where a family can prosper and grow, like a well tended to tree. One where the loyalty to each other is never questioned, and is only strengthed by whatever decides to try to weather it down. Where love blossoms under the loyalty of each other.

"My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me.

My pulse is clear, rushing in my ears.

I hear something calling me." You finish the song with a tune so ancient that it seems to only come from deep in your soul... from wherever your magic begins... maybe even the very thread of your being and your ancestors voices are just echoing through it, glad to welcome another sister to the plains before the mountains. Before the sleeping giants.

Price sees a future of safety. One where his men never have to shed blood again. Where no one is coming for their heads and the land around them prospers as their loyalty, love, and safety does. He sees himself on the porch of the home and watching diligently for something that is never coming. The comfort of peace.

As you yell the last notes, the men watch as you construct a home big enough for everyone, what all of them imagined and more. The mountains seem to reverberate your song back to you and the trees sway in time of the harmony. You dance around as a tower of stone grows from the ground, piercing the Earth and rising in a spiral. A porch of moss and slate rises from the ground followed by the rest of the home: a stone and quartz base covered in a thing layer of crumbling soil and moss and ivy.

You crumble to your knees as the house, the home to be, is finished in it construction and your energy well is emptied.

"Hey!" Gaz rushes to you, as your new closest friend. The time spect foraging together grew yourselves closer as you both worked together to keep the others alive.

Price was not far behind, hot on his heels as Gaz sunk down to his knees next to you, holding you close.

"You did it... you found us a safe place." Price puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you slump against Gaz, exhausted and drained but still awake.

"I'm almost impressed." Ghost walks up with Soap.

"Aye. But that song... that was true magic. Something only fairytales tell of."

"Well... maybe I'll tell you about it later," You sigh, and begin to stand with Gaz's help, "but I think it best we get inside. Others may have heard and we are out in the open." You stumble in your haze of exhaustion as you make your way to the newly constructed home.

"I'll hold you to that, lass." Soap remarks as he comes up on your other side, helping Gaz guide you inside with Ghost and Price bringing up the rear, keeping an eye out.

You said that others may have heard... from how far? And how formidable? How much trouble are they in now?

So.... I'm not gonna lie, this took me over like a full body possession until I got it done. I hope it's a good second part! Keep being lovely, my dears! Have a great night/day!

Taglist: if you want to be added, just lemme know in the comments

@squeak1981 , @diseasedclitoris , @jj-the-hobbit171, @mindscape123 , @lillysfrogsandbogs , @affectionatecoffee , @katzarantos

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reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure

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Like I said here, I had to take a bunch of sentences out of the mail order konig au because I thought I was going overboard. Here are the ones that I can remember, in case anyone was wondering what they were 😭

1. When he ducked through your doorway, it looked less like entering a home and more like God misclicked when spawning an elden ring boss

2. You were starting to suspect he didn’t breathe air, just absorbed atmospheric intimidation like a plant but for fear

3. The vibe was less ‘welcome home’ and more ‘sacrificial rite about to begin.’

4. He held your precious, favorite throw pillow like it might confess to treason given enough time.

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🥰

@dachell_ART

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“pillow princesses are just greedy” IS HER GASPING FOR YOU AND SCRATCHING AT YOU AND TAKING YOU LIKE A GODDESS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YOU BASTARD. ILY PILLOW PRINCESSES I WILL DEFEND YOUR HONOUR UNTIL I BREATHE MY LAST

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IT’S EVERYTHING-

hello gaz nation (is this even anything)

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Things women should never feel ashamed of:

• Orgasms

• Receiving money

• Receiving compliments

• Pretty privilege

• Being smart

• Dressing up

• Menstrual cycles

• Emotions and being sensitive

• Expressing our sexuality

• Resting and relaxation

• Asserting our sexual needs

• Maintaining our standards

• Saying No

• Wanting or having children

• Choosing to be childfree

• Our body count

• Our nude body

• Wearing makeup or not wearing makeup

• Having boundaries and protecting ourselves

• Our spiritual practices

• Using witchcraft

• Being ambitious

• Going to college

• Being a housewife or stay at home mom

• Loving who and what we love

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as a pagan with multiple toes in different communities, i just want ALL nazis to know that they arent welcome anywhere.

Nazis will never be welcome in paganism. They have no space in our communities, we will have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to nazis. You have no right to the cultures, gods and religions you hijack to spread your disgusting ideologies. You will find no refuge or comraderie amongst pagans.

Reblog to let nazis know they’re not welcome here.

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the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

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I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly