#I'm really sorry for this

[sashi-ya]

It is a very sad day for my country today; yesterday we voted and the majority of citizens chose a person who is openly against women, poc, rights, equal marriage, lgbt+ rights, non binary rights, our public health system (considering nurses as NOT health care professionals), no more vaccines (openly antivaxx and negationist), public education (primary, college and university). He also openly admitted that during his mandate guns will be able to be bought FREELY and he is open for the "free selling of body parts and organs" because "we all have rights over our bodies" and the donation system (as everything else) should be accessible for those who can pay for it. Also he openly stated he will forbid women to access to safe abortion. So, who has the rights over my body then?

I am incredibly sad. I can't understand how people think this is proper. I am aware my blog isn't about politics and I am sorry, but this will SEVERLY affect my family, friends and my life in ways I can't even imagine.

Please, do not, EVER commit the same mistake my country had committed today.

HUMAN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN'S RIGHTS ARE UNTOUCHABLE. WE ARE GOING TO FIGHT TO PROTECT OUR MINORITIES, WOMEN AND CHILDREN'S LIVES.

[proosh]

making Gil and Lud momson for extra spice call that Germanzest

[gummysungshine]

I had a thought regarding FFXVI (one that I wish I hadn't had...)

Barnabas...

Barnabussy

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Beautiful Times AU.

fem!S/O

ALOIS hasn’t left the nursery since he and (Name) returned home.

She’s so tired herself, from the physical trauma of what they’ve both just been through; and she knows the physical aspect isn’t hitting him, because his body wasn’t the one carrying their child. But sometimes she thinks he takes all of the emotion onto himself, even though she can feel it too.

He’s keeping enough emotional trauma on his shoulders to make up for the lack of anything physical. Despite that she knows he can’t control how he feels, he’s torturing himself.

She can’t even blame him. She’s doing the same thing. Running through it all in her mind just like he is, wondering what they did wrong, if there was anything they could have done, what if, what if, what if?

The doctor told both of them that everything had been perfect. That it wasn’t anything they did or didn’t do.

God, she needs to see her husband.

Her physical pain is mostly gone now, after a couple of weeks. Hannah and the Triplets have been looking after her in Alois’ stead, while Claude and Luka practically guard the door outside the nursery so they can keep an eye on the earl. That Alois hasn’t come to see her isn’t surprising, and it doesn’t hurt her feelings. His lack of tangible presence doesn’t mean she doesn’t have his support.

He’s just overwhelmed. The same as she is. It hurts so much. All the time, planning, preparation, love... instead of blooming like a flower, it crumbled into ash.

When she approaches the nursery, Luka immediately gives her a tight hug. Tight, but gentle, and he looks up at her with just as much heartbreak as she feels. She can almost hear his excited babble from before, with his hand on her stomach as he chattered on about how his niece or nephew better get here soon.

Claude puts a hand on her shoulder, ever the steady father figure. Even when he doesn’t know how to act or the right phrasing, (Name) knows he’s there for both her and Alois. He’s the reason Alois even felt confident in wanting to be a father himself in the first place.

Neither of the men say a word. They give their gestures, and Claude silently opens the door.

And there’s her husband.

Sitting in his chair, with a stuffed toy in his hands, next to an empty bassinet.

Her heart catches in her throat when she sees it. In stark contrast to Alois who’s not stepped a foot out of this room since they got home, (Name) hasn’t been in here at all. Looking at the trousseau inside makes her see what should be there in the center of it.

Her heart breaks in one more place, and then in yet another when she can hear Alois sobbing. It sounds as if his tears have run dry, giving way to raspy, hoarse, whispery wails.

Why us? she can hear his heart ask. His heart which had finally opened itself to let love pour out of it, and now that love has nowhere to go. It’s dried up just like his tears. We were so ready. I wanted this more than anything. I wanted my own family.

They both know they have a family. Claude, Hannah, Luka, Thompson, Timber, Canterbury. That doesn’t make this easier.

She moves closer, noticing how Alois is clutching the stuffed animal to his chest. It’s a pristine white rabbit, a gift for the baby from one of his friends, another earl named Ciel who owns a toy company. They’ve had problems with each other, but even he was happy for Alois.

Alois is holding that rabbit like it’s his last connection to anything. Like his life depends on it.

As soon as (Name) puts a hand on his shoulder, the toy falls from his hands onto the floor. He turns quickly and buries his face in her stomach, and wraps his arms around her waist, and he cries harder.

And she throws her arms around him, and she presses her face into the top of his head, and she cries along with him.

And it hurts. And there’s nothing which can take away the pain. And there will never be any filling the hole of that which was ripped away from them.

But at last, they get the chance to mourn together for what they’ve lost.

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento who, when asked what his sexual orientation is, simply responds "my wife".

[asocketwrench]

it's all coming together

[hel7l7]

I don't know how to talk about this

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[chittychittyyangyang]

Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.

This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

kabru and mithrun's fun succubus adventure

[effemimaniac]

new kink rating scale

[the-most-sublime-fool]

Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take up the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.

—a sailor's diary entry, on losing a shipmate, ca. 1834 (from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr.)

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

[egophiliac]

roll out the red carpet guys we're going to the SHAFTLANDS

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Tim, suddenlly looking up: Oh My God Dick: What? are you okay? What happened? Tim: I just realized why Jason keeps making jokes about how he died Jason: Yeah, because I died. It was a fairly big thing Tim: No, it's because nothing else happened when you were Robin Jason: What Tim: Dick's the original Robin and the first sidekick, not to mention Discowing, so he has a lot to joke about- Dick: Hey! Discowing was cool Tim: No it was not. Neither was Ric without a k. Never be anything but Nightwing Dick: Aw, you like it when I'm myself Tim: No, I'm less tramatized when you're yourself. Anyway, Steph started a gang war, Demon Brat died and came back to life and is still Robin, Duke's not Robin but he started We Are Robin and jumped out of a police car before being a vigilante and I have my own things that we don't need to discus- Dick: Saved the world in a intergalatic baseball game- Jason: Hid the purchase of your own batmoblie in the batarang expenses- Dick: Sunk around and took photos of vigilante at the age of 9- Tim: THAT WE DON'T HAVE TO DISCUSS! Back to what I was saying, Jason's the boring robin Jason: Rude- Tim: You were the good robin, the little crazy shit you did like steal the tires off the batmobile were kinda overshadowed by the fact that you like Jane Austen and you been red hood is because you died so everything you've done since then still has to do with the one thing that happened to you as Robin Dick: Oh My God. You said you were sticking to the same joke over and over again so it would have the same effect, but really you have nothing else to make jokes about Tim: Exactly! Jason: We really don't have to talk about this- Tim: I need to go tell Steph immediately Dick: I need to go tell everyone immediately