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Did a little fan art of a popular post on blue sky.

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Bystander Intervention Training

so, the US just attacked Iran, and that is fucking terrible. Something we all need to think about right now is how we can stop the harassment and violence against Muslims and Arabs in the US that got so much worse in the early 2000s from happening again to people now.

To that end, I wanted to share some resources on Bystander Intervention. One of the biggest things I learned from training like this is that there are many ways to intervene, and they don't all involve putting yourself in front of the person who may harm you or others. It's ok if you feel intimidated by that because there are more ways to help! And once you do the training, it might not be so scary.

Right to Be has Bystander trainings based on the 5Ds of Bystander Intervention (Distract, Delegate, Document, Delay, and Direct). The trainings are free!! sign up here.

I took one of their trainings a few years ago (when the org was called Hollaback!) and it was really very good, they have trainings at multiple levels and focused on various topics. They also partner with other orgs to focus on specific issues (like anti-AAPI harassment and with CAIR Chicago for anti-Muslim harassment, etc.).

Here are a few more resources:

APA Bystander Intervention Tip Sheet

RAINN Practicing Bystander Intervention

I think I'll sign up for one as a refresher.

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call my bed an ashtray the way there's fags in there

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roommate!sukuna who’s been losing his shirts in the laundry, only to find you in the kitchen one night wearing one of them. he’s annoyed, approaching you about it only for you to say you thought they were some that some guy you had been previously seeing left over, and that irritates him even more.

because first of all, when did you have time to be seeing someone, and two, what the fuck?

he tells you he wants his shirt back now, telling you to take it off because he wasn’t going to admit how hard it made his cock seeing you in his clothes.

you splutter, thinking there was no way he wants you to strip down in the kitchen, in front of him, no less.

if you didn’t take it off, then he’d take it off for you if you kept refusing to do as he says.

you hesitate, and he thinks it’s because you’re nervous, but he notices the fire in your eyes, the irritation radiating off of you. your fingers twist into the fabric, tugging at it, and then you’re shaking your head.

“no.”

and he’s blinking. caught off guard. because who the fuck did you think you were?

before he knows it he’s got your jaw in his grasp, sneering at you while you look at him with a challenge in your eyes. as if daring him.

he makes sure you keep the shirt on when he bends you over the counter and fucks you—teaching you a lesson about being a brat and taking things that don’t belong to you.

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I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.

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thinking about sukuna who fucks you in missionary after an argument so he can keep arguing with you. he currently has one of his hands wrapped around your neck, not applying any form of pressure, but as a reminder that he’s the one in control as he continues spitting his venom at you.

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy, woman.”, he grunts, the curve of his cock causing his tip to kiss that sweet spot of yours, your back arching at the pleasurable sensation.

“fuck you- ah.”, you whimper out as you feel that familiar hot white pleasure build up in your stomach, sukuna’s grasp on your neck tightening at your words as you watch the veins budge from his arms.

“don’t get fuckin’ mouthy, girl.” he replies, feeling your pussy clench around his cock which causes a scoff to escape his lips, “y’getting off on this? getting off on making me mad?”

you can’t help but hold back a smirk, damn right you were. he clicks his tongue, picking up the pace of his thrusts and bottoming out inside of you as his tip kisses your cervix, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing whiny moans to escape your parted lips, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

“you’re a slut.” he spits, “such a slut for this dick, huh?”, sukuna grunts through heavy breaths, applying more pressure on your neck as his thrusts grow rougher, your gummy walls fluttering against his shaft, feeling your orgasm on it’s tipping point. you nod mindlessly at his words, your brows pinching together and a high pitched moan leaving your lips as you feel your high finally tips over the edge.

and with a sudden halt in sukuna’s thrusts, hearing that pathetic whine come from you, he laughs, “what? you think i was about to let you cum?”

“you’re an asshole.”, you scoff.

“mhm, tell me about it.” he says, leaning down to place a kiss on the side of your head, “if y’wanna cum so bad, beg me.”, he whispers against your ear, “beg me, slut.”

and for some reason, you felt your needy pussy throb at his filthy words. maybe you should get him worked up more often.

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sukuna does not accomodate for anyone.

he does not stoop-literally and figuratively. not even when you're giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

"kunaaa. cm'ere. wanna kiss you but you're too tall!"

he tuts. "insolent woman. it is not my fault your stature is so diminutive to mine. try harder."

you stand on your tip-toes, hopping up. even then, your lips only manage to graze his collarbone.

"just bend down, sukuna!" "tch. no."

you cross your arms and look down woefully at the ground. you even go the extra mile to jut out your lower lip. you hear sukuna sigh from above you. then, strong arms are circling your waist and you're being lifted off the ground. you yelp, legs locking around sukuna's hips for purchase. you're face to face with him now, his scent enveloping your lungs.

"brat."

"hmm?"

"do what you came here to do."

"oh."

mwhaa! you lay a wet, dramatic kiss on his lips with a cheeky smile.

he grumbles about you being too spoiled and demanding as he sets you down with the utmost care.

he'd find all the loopholes for you.

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It's okay for Grimmjow to poke fun at you and make jokes, it's all in good spirit after all. You both knew he never really meant the things he said, but let him catch someone else degrading you…

You weren’t planning on telling him how upset you were that someone had insulted your intelligence, their harsh words repeating over and over in your head, tormenting you. But he knew you too well, knew there was something wrong when you ignored him, attempting to flee, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He wouldn’t let you get away so easily.

“What’s wrong with you?” He demanded to know roughly. “Why are you acting wimpier than usual?”

You were about to tell him to leave you alone and go away when you caught a flicker of concern in his glacial eyes. Maybe it was all in your head, but in your vulnerable state, you crumbled before him, whining and whimpering to him about the person who hurt your feelings.

Under normal circumstances, he'd tease you about being a crybaby and tell you to grow up, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything of the sort this time. Jaw clenched and fists balled, he barked at you to stop crying, assuring you, "I'll take care of it."

"What?" Your eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it." He was already stalking away, a menacing gleam in his eyes.

After that, the person who had been so cruel to you seemed to avoid you, scurrying away each time you neared with fear in their eyes. You weren’t entirely clueless when it came to Grimmjow’s violent nature, so you didn’t have much trouble imagining what he could have possibly done to them. You didn’t fully condone it, but you weren’t going to complain either. Obviously, whatever he had done worked in your favor.

The next time you saw him, you shared your gratitude. "I'm not sure what you did, but thank you."

“Yeah, whatever. You’re welcome,” he huffed, pink rising to his cheeks. You didn’t expect him to say any more on the matter, but then, “if someone ever says shit to you again, you come get me,” he ordered, avoiding your eyes.

An excited grin spread on your face. Feeling brave, with his cheek turned towards you, you seized the moment, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his warm skin. “Thanks again, hothead.”

He was about to snap at you for touching him without his permission, spinning around to face you with glaring eyes, that is, until he saw your adorable, stupid smile. He turned back away instead, his cheeks growing impossibly hotter.

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sukuna owning a hostile cat. hostile to the point that any person who tries to get close to the feline ends up with horrendous bites, or at the very least, scratch marks.

one day, the cat goes missing for a good five hours, and when he slinks back into the house, sukuna's quite surprised to see him all soft and pliant and sporting a bright red lipstick mark on his furry forehead.

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im sohappy i fopund the original vieo holy shit

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dating a princessgirl is great until she exercises unilateral authority to keep snuggling you instead of letting you get up

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So one thing I’ve noticed is that people’s DnD characters may vary but there is usually an underlying thread that they all have in common. This thread is typically related to what that person struggles with the most.

For instance, my betrotheds DnD characters: a bitchy warlock we had to bust out of two different pacts, a sassy barbarian, a reformed drow cultist, and a sunshine fighter cleric.

All these characters were wildly different but at their very core struggle was them grappling with their self worth. My betrothed struggles with their worth a great deal and even with different facets showing their characters all have that too.

Mine all tend to contend with different themes of loneliness and acceptance. Surprise, surprise, the little autistic gremlin yearns to have been met with more love and lasting friendships.

So we’re at breakfast. I am meeting a new friend of my betrotheds for the first time. It’s been twenty minutes since I’ve met this man. I say my theory. He laughs. He starts to describe a few of his characters but specifies that he often has healing aspects. He gives a very broad overview of their character arcs.

I ponder for a moment then said, “Would you like to have my assessment?”

He laughed, “Sure!”

“We’ve just met. It’s gonna get real.”

“Bring it on.”

“I think your struggle is that you feel you must offer something of value or service to people to be worthy of their love.”

His jaw dropped. His fork froze midway to his mouth. A potato fell. He stared into space as this sank in. Quietly he said, “Oh.”