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i was shot in the head for being bicurious

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WHATTT that's so sweet !!

All my moots are loved dearly but here's some of them

@yukalovestopgungays @crowwolf8

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

@ibrokeurheartbcuzubrokemine @foliverfalls @allyeilishh @addisonraesbaby @emiliesblohsh @bilsslut @noodleswashere @bilsbabyy @bitchesbrokenpromises @billsdollie

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italian sub said he wanted no limits masochism so hes leashed to his crate wailing while i break spaghetti noodles in half infront of him

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Hi, Not sure if I should write to you in french or english, so I commit to english! :) I found your contact in the Beta File! I'm looking for a beta to english-proof the translation of a Spock/Jim one-shot from french to english. (I'm the author in french as well.) It's a 9K story focussing on Spock being obsessed with Jim's hands and trying to be logical about it. I can send you the link to the translation if you are interested, and here is the french version if you want to have a look: https://archiveofourown.org/works/913833?view_adult=true Thank you for your consideration and being on the beta-list! :) Jainas

Coucouuuu, I sent you a direct message, as I thought it would be easier, but I don't know if you turned them on ?

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yeah sorry i just don't think i can make it out tonight. i have to pick up my wife from her murder trial.

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so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

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If you're in LGBT friendly spaces and someone introduces themselves and cautiously says they're fine with any pronouns, it is your duty to notice which pronouns the people around you tend to default to for them and ensure that you refer to them with any and every pronoun under the sun except for that one. You must.

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What are you even supposed to eat for dinner

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terfs would lose their minds if they were exposed to 2000s-2010s "a girl can do anything a boy can do, including beating them at sports" messaging like why are you all acting like nobody has ever said this and that it's radical to think that women aren't inherently worse at things. open your mind. read some feminist theory. touch some grass. the most basic banal middle-class white woman feminism of the 2010s looks fucking radical and visionary compared to the misogynistic victimization complex y'all are peddling

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i love hearing about the declining birth rate like yesss that is a major problem considering our dominant economic model. a problem i plan on contributing to 👍 joining the war on declining birth rates on the side of declining birth rates

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my blog is not a safe space for transphobic radfems. this is actually an actively unsafe and hostile space please die at your earliest convenience

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If I had a normal relationship with food and alcohol and drugs and sex and sexuality and money. Then I would probably feel a lot better

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merp & berp

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Irondad hc/prompt/drabble #2

Peter is poor, that's a fact. He found his costume in the garbage, getting a new backpack was a burden, and based on the weird stares he got, the subway wasn't screaming that he was privileged either. Tony is and always has been rich. Regardless of how terrible his father was, cold and calculating, at least he was stable. He didn't realize just how big their cultural gap was. He finds Peter at night in the kitchen. He's not eating, not drinking, not cooking or baking, just looking. His brown eyes dart around the cupboards, checking to see all the food there. He turned on the water, let it run for a few seconds, and turned it off. After that night, Tony kept the kitchen completely full. Peter still snuck down at night to check, but it wasn't as anxious and tense as before.

One time, Peter got hurt in the workshop. He cursed quietly, wrapping his hand in a rag. He wasn't in too much danger, but he definitely needed stitches. "Shit, you alright?" Tony grabbed his hand, poking and twisting, trying to estimate the damage. "Yeah, that's gonna need a few stitches. C'mon, let's get you to the hospital. There's one right down the road." "No! Do you know how much money that'd be, Mr. Stark? I'm fine, I can just do it at home." Tony was horrified at the thought of Peter sewing up his own torn flesh. "No! No, not happening! I'll pay—" "I can't ask you to do that—" "You're not asking, I'm offering! I'll make the money back by the time we get to the damn car."

Sometimes, Tony takes him to high-class places. Maybe for dinner, maybe for an errand. Peter's looking over his shoulder constantly, gripping his bag tight, hiding his hood. "Chill, kid, this isn't—" This isn't the rundowns. But Peter was from the rundowns. His fists clenched subconsciously at the thought of Peter getting mugged, someone trying to rob or shoot at him, steal his backpack that had a million holes in it, etc. "Just.. chill, okay?" Tony doesn't notice the looks Peter gets in those places, but Peter does. Peter notices the way they all think he's going to steal something. He notices the tight lips and smiles that don't reach their eyes. He notices the way they look afraid to touch him, like he carries a disease. "Can we.. Can I stay home next time?" Peter asks, his voice quiet. "Why? Don't wanna hang out with your," he clears his throat obnoxiously. "Bes' fwend?" Peter laughs, shaking his head. "Never do that again." The next time they go, he notices. Tony notices the looks, the tight lips and smiles that don't reach their eyes, the whispers and clutched pearls, and he isn't afraid to call them out for it.

Peter comes into the lab, eyes red, hands sweaty. "Mr. Stark?" he asks through a broken voice. "Yes, kid? What— Woah, what happened?" Peter fidgets with the envelope in his hand, sniffling. He takes a deep breath. The simple motion does nothing to nullify the shaky voice. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to, I swear. I'm not taking advantage of you or- or anything," Peter mumbles. Tony already knows what he's going to ask. Although, he didn't think the reason why would be so daunting. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can, but May can't pick up another shift, and I can't—" "Kid, calm down. What do you need money for and how much?" "Rent. I know it's a lot of money, so you don't have to, but I—" Tony cut him off. He stood, retrieving his wallet. He "And what? Let you and your aunt get evicted? No, it's fine. Just tell me how much it is." ".. Two thousand- five hundred." Tony nodded, trying to come off casual, not wanting to add guilt or pressure Peter at all. "Two... Seven... Ah! There we go, here." Peter bowed his head gratefully, thanking him. "And underoos?" Peter hummed. "Don't be afraid to ask for something like that again, alright? I don't want either of you on the streets, starving, or some other horror, okay?" "Okay, Mr. Stark. Thank you."