#and all these white people are sitting there like yea this is normal

[dykekakashi]

i hate my reading capital class like i don't think anti-intellectualism is the way to go but i was just sitting there for three hours meanwhile people were incoherently dropping words in the middle of sentences so to me it all sounds like "the logic in the structure of the surplus means of expropriation" and then ?????????

[mikewheeleranti]

hogwarts legacy characters as tropes

includes: sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, garreth weasley, amit thakkar

a/n: to the sebastian sallow stans, i'm gonna SPARE you. in this, anne is fine and he doesn't get into the dark arts.

sebastian sallow:

found family/friends to lovers

when you came to hogwarts, you came lonely. when you looked around after getting sorted into your house, everyone was sitting with somebody they knew, chatting away. planning to walk out, you're stopped short when a girl with short brown hair leaves her table to comes up to you. "hi, i'm anne! i couldn't help but notice you didn't have somewhere to sit, come by me and my brother, if you want to."

oh pls after that it was history, anne wasn't letting you go

ever since that dinner with anne and her twin, sebastian, in first year you were done for. sebastian's freckles and the way he blushed lightly in embarrassment when his sister would tease him for something made you swoon. ominis and anne taunted you about this endlessly, making you hide your face every time without fail.

anne definitely set you two up

anne told you many times that he did, in fact, like you back but it was hard to believe. he treated you like a normal friend, and those times you caught him staring at you he was just zoning out. so, pushing your feelings aside, you got ready to go to hogsmeade with anne, ominis, and sebastian. it took you and sebastian 15 minutes at honeydukes to realize the other 2 weren't coming. at the end of the day, you had confessed after you spilled butterbeer on his white shirt. "shit, im sorry! merlin, this is embarrassing. spilling a drink on the guy you like.." yea if u think you've seen him red you hadn't until that day.

you alr know those friendsgivings HIT

thanksgiving at hogwarts always made you a bit homesick, that feeling didn't come in 7th year with your "family." coming back to the slytherin common room after dinner, you stayed up all night talking with sebastian, who coincidentally got plastered with anne that night. " 'm gonna marry you one day" as he rested his head on your chest and dozed off, leaving your heart racing.

ominis gaunt:

forbidden romance

ominis' family would not approve of you, that is something he knew for a fact. his family was cold, distant, and in his eyes, evil. when he was younger, he would fantasize about escaping with his aunt, noctua gaunt, and moving somewhere far way. that wasn't possible anymore, but he still had you. you were his safe space, his place of hiding, and you meant everything to him. which is exactly why he had to hide you from anyone who could report your relationship to his family. many people warned you about being so close with a gaunt, but you both knew better.

many late nights sneaking around the castle and secret touches

you and ominis were once again sneaking around the castle, desperately trying to avoid peeves. his wand was leading both of you in the direction of the undercroft, linked arm in arm. when you two had gotten to the spot you made years ago, you would spend hours basking in each others presence. in the late hours of the night, ominis would make up for his lack of vision through sight and memorize everything about you. gentle touches along your face, kisses along your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, even. this man wants nothing more than to absolutely worship you, he thinks of you as his saving grace.

expect fear of his family

to put it lightly, ominis is terrified at the idea of his family ever finding you. he will do anything in his power to protect you. when the new fifth year tells him they need his help with sebastian, you are not coming, and that's final. he doesn't know what dangers may lie there. going back to the undercroft, he promises you many things, promises he will hold to his heart forever. "i will always protect you, my love" with a kiss as light as a feather below your ear. "you are so perfect" with your foreheads leaned against each other, and his hand rubbing your back.

garreth weasley:

good girl x bad boy (even if you aren't a girl)

you were never one to break rules in any way, always trying to keep up with your academics. you weren't at the top of your class, but you were up there and you had good relationships with your professors. which is why it was a little surprising that garreth weasley, the schools infamous "troublemaker" was talking to you right now. it was almost more surprising he knew your name. "y/n, help me out. please." "weasley, i am not stealing a dumb feather for you, please go back to making your wiggenweld potion."

lowkey cringed having to write troublemaker

also a bit of enemies to lovers

you were already annoyed enough that day, and the last thing you needed was weasley dragging you into his antics. though, fate was not on your side when you were walking out of the library and got dragged into a row of bookcases. "what the hell? let go of-" you were quickly cut off when garreth wrapped his hand around your mouth and kept you against a bookcase until you heard an angry professor sharp storm past. now whispering, you ask "what the hell is wrong with you?" just for him to cup the side of your face and kiss your cheek before smirking and walking away. "thank you, darling!"

it's definitely unexpected when you start dating, but not unwelcome.

his rebellious nature started to grow on you, not that you would do some of the stuff that he does around the castle. truth be told, he does find it adorable when you come up to him and proudly told him you skipped one class period. your professors and classmates alike are definitely shocked when they see you two laughing quietly together in the back of the class, but you convince him to study more and the improvement in his grades does not go unnoticed by your professors.

loves embarrassing you in public

he would never push your limits too far, but he loves teasing you in public whenever he can. he was always convinced he wouldn't be into pda, but then he met you. how could he resist from it if you were going to squirm away like that? if you told him you were uncomfortable with this he wouldn't, of course. but if you let him he would have the time of his life very obviously pulling you into an empty room when you were on your way to class.

amit thakkar:

academic rivals

amit frustrated you. you were at the top of your class for a while now, until he got out of second place and replaced you. this grabbed your attention on him, constantly glaring at him in class and in the hallways, which made you fall behind more. what was even more infuriating is that he didn't do anything more than give you a small smile in class. in fact, he admired you and your wit, and your dedication to staying at the number one spot drew him into you.

since he's the sweet man he is, he'd probably lead to your friendship

after you finally got your spot back, you didn't stop studying. there was no way anyone was going to take your spot again. astronomy was almost over, and the rest of the class was given to spend freely while professor shah handed back the most recent test. "good job, y/n." smirking, you looked at the red 98 on the parchment, turning over to amit to ask what he got. "95, what about you?" your smile could have lit the sky in replacement to the stars, he thinks. "98, maybe i should tutor you sometime." when you walk out of the room, he puts the parchment in his bag, glancing at the bold "100" on it.

people were definitely confused when you went from glaring at him to holding his hand

you were joking when you said you would tutor him, but he held your word to it. it was the week before exams and he actually had to help you grasp the fact that aries is not just a straight line. you could've gotten this long ago, but you noticed yourself becoming entranced with him. how was he so patient with you, and so kind? when you finally got the idea, you went into the exam ready. when you got one point higher than him on the exam, he congratulated you with a tight hug, and when you separated, you weren't very separated. leaning in, before your lips connected you said one last thing to him before summer. "don't think i'll go easy on you next year, you better write to me."

[foreingersgod]

can you do a kate martin x jealous reader?

like kate was being too sweet with someone else then the reader was like “you really enjoyed your time with her huh?” or something like that HAHAHA

Jealousy . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: during a night out with your girlfriend and her team, another woman gets flirty with kate and leaves you jealous.

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it was your birthday this weekend and kate had insisted on planning a whole big night for you to celebrate. she picked out your favorite bar, invited her team (they were like your family, and a few of your other close friends to come and celebrate. she arranged for everyone to hang out at the bar for the night, order a few drinks, and play a little pool.

she had even bought you a new dress to wear specifically for the get together, on top of all of the other presents she had bought you. she made sure to spoil you despite you telling her you were happy with just the dress. it was a simple thing, the dress was, sleek and black that hugged your curves just right. simple enough for the bar and irresistible enough to make kate want to rip it off you the second you put it on.

you both dressed up nice for the evening. you paired your new dress with some of your simple jewelry and a soft makeup look, throwing your hair up in a quick up do. kate dressed in a casual black suit paired with a white tee shirt underneath. you two looked like a perfect couple.

you arrived at the bar, getting a round of drinks and sitting around with some of your friends. discussions of basketball, work, and school circulated throughout the group. laughter and enjoyment buzzed around you. you were having a blast for most of the night, kate sat next to you with her arm around your waist, keeping you snug against her side.

a few of your friends started to wander off as the night went on, finding someone to go home with or dipping across the bar to play darts with others. but you and kate remained, absorbed in your own conversations.

as you and kate were finishing up a few drinks, you noticed a beautiful brunette from across the bar, sitting across from the booth you occupied. she was twirling her straw around her drink, toying with a strand of hair, and shockingly enough she was staring in your direction. you could tell she was eyeing kate right away, noticing how she watched kate pick up and set down her drink, noticing how she took note of kate’s every move. normally, stuff like this didn’t bother you, you were aware of how attractive your girlfriend was and understood that there would be people who were interested in her. you always trusted kate though, content with how she avoided their gazes and brushed them off.

but your problem arose when the girl got off her seat, fixing her ridiculously short skirt, and started walking towards your table. the girl was fixing her hair and batting her eyelashes as she made her way towards kate.

“oh my god, are you kate martin?” the brunette exclaimed, finally stood at the end of your table. “it’s so crazy meeting you here!”

her voice was so disgustingly high it made your head hurt.

“oh, uh, yea i am” kate gave her a vague smile

“it’s so nice to meet you!” the girl giggled “do you mind if i take a seat?”

you could feel kate gently let go of your waist, tensing up “um, sure, why not?”

why not? was she serious?

the thing is with kate, as much as you love her, she’s too nice of a person. she often has a really hard time turning people down when they ask her for something and she hardly ever tells someone no. you thought it was cute, thought she was so thoughtful and considerate for placing people’s needs before her own. but now, as she’s allowing this random woman to practically flirt with her on your birthday, you didn’t find it as cute.

not only were you irritated that kate just let her sit, but you were almost fuming at the fact that she immediately let go of you. did she not want the girl to know you were together?

the girl sat down in the seat across from you, the table separating you and kate from the girl. but you were sure, if there was a spot available next to kate, she would have took it in a heartbeat. you were already pissed off from the moment you saw her eye fucking your girlfriend, so you were trying to ignore the girl the best you could.

she started rambling about all sorts of stuff. chatting about how much she just loves kate as a player (you knew that was a lie, she probably doesn’t even know what a basketball is), how she really admires how she stays ‘so strong and resilient’ out on the court, and of course inserting stories about herself along the way.

as the girl kept talking, kate pulled more and more away from you. probably subconsciously, but you were so mad that you took it personally. you glanced over at kate as they talked about a specific game she had played extremely well in last week, noticing how kate was smiling ear to ear and having the time of her life. it took all you had not to scoff at her.

“i mean, it’s always tough, playing a game like that” kate told the girl “but yea, i think we held it together pretty good”

“you think? you were like totally amazing!” the girl giggled, outstretching her arms to place her hands on kate’s.

“thank you, that’s really sweet” kate let the girls hands remain on hers “you know i-”

you had had enough of whatever this was. furious at the way kate pulled away from you, how she didn’t even introduce you as her girlfriend or pay any attention to you at all since the girl had arrived. you were furious that kate was letting the girl sit there and obviously flirt with her, letting her place her hands over hers. so you stood up abruptly, grabbing your purse and shooing the both of you out of the booth.

“i’m so sorry,” you fake smiled at the girl, a confused kate staggering out of the booth “but we have places to be, have a good night”

you grabbed onto kate’s arm, dragging her with you as you stormed out of the bar. you didn’t even bother to say goodbye to your friends, just sending them a quick text and paying your tab quickly so you could leave.

“are you ok, baby?” kate asked, completely lost as to what this outburst was all about.

“i’m fine!” you dead panned, exiting the bar and walking to the edge of the side walk, trying to call a taxi to take you home.

the cool air nipped at your bare skin as you hugged yourself, wondering why it was taking so long to find a taxi. kate noticed, trying to take off her blazer and throw it over you shoulders, but you stepped away from her before she could.

“ok seriously, what is going on? why did we leave, i thought you were having fun and now you’re storming out and not even taking my jacket?” kate was growing concerned.

you hesitated before answering, pondering on what route you wanted to take this conversation. “i said i’m fine. im sorry i ruined your night with that girl back there”

kate stood there, staring at you, a faint smirk toying at the end of her lips. then she began laughing. that’s what this is about, she thought.

“what’s so funny? you looked like you were having a great time with her, sorry if i ruined it” you persisted, irritated with her and even more at the fact that you wouldn’t be getting a cab anytime soon.

“that’s what you’re mad about?” she grinned, grabbing your arms and pulling you towards her “baby, you know that’s not what was going on”

you tugged yourself out of her grasp once more, now starting to walk down the street in the direction of your apartment. it wasn’t a terribly far walk from the bar, you think you could manage it.

“baby, come on, don’t be mad!” she called out, chasing after you “i know you’re jealous but-”

“well i am mad, kate” you halted, whipping around to glare at her “and how am i not supposed to be jealous? you let go of my waist the second she sat down, you didn’t even introduce me or acknowledge me at all for that matter, you let her flirt with you, and you let her touch you like that? give me a break”

there you two stood, in the middle of the sidewalk.

“YN, i’m sorry, i didn’t do any of it on purpose i swear that i was just trying to be nice.”

“any one could tell she was flirting with you, kate”

“i know, i know, i’m stupid ok? i really didn’t even catch on, i thought she was just trying to get my attention and i was just trying to be polite so she’d eventually leave us alone.”

she walked over to you, taking your face in her hands, looking down at you and gazing into your eyes. “that’s all it was i promise, i shouldn’t have let you go and ignore you, that was so fucking dumb i know. but i really am sorry, alright?”

you pouted, starting to feel back for accusing her of something she didn’t even do. “it’s ok, i should be the one who is sorry, it wasn’t fair of me to get upset like that. i trust you, really, i do”

“it’s ok,” she smiled, eyes twinkling under the street lamps “you know, i kinda liked it, you being protective and all. i like knowing how much you love and care about me, it’s hot”

you felt your face get hot. you watched as she bit her lip, arms finding their way to your waist, for good this time “oh yea?”

she hummed in response, inching closer to your face to kiss you. her lips collided with yours, tongues fighting for dominance, hands still clinging to your body. you stopped her before it got too heated and people started staring.

“lets take this back home and i’ll show you exactly how much i love you” you whispered seductively in her ear “how’s that sound?”

she nodded enthusiastically, eyes blown wide with lust. “yes m’am”

[yyunari]

CHESHIRE ! — Nishimura Riki (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS. Y/N Cheshire lived her life carefree. Being the daughter of the Cheshire Cat made her more inclined to not take anything seriously and to just have a little bit of fun in everything she does. Whether it was pulling pranks, sneaking up on people, or making jabs at her friends- Y/N kept a Cheshire’s smile on her face. Because of that, she just couldn’t take Chaehyun Cupid seriously when she claimed that Y/N had a crush on Riki Wonderland.

PAIRING. Kitty Cheshire! Y/N x Alistair Wonderland! Riki

(btw im not shipping kitty and alistair i just based them off the characters)

GENRE. Ever After High AU, High school AU, Fluff, Slight Angst

WARNINGS. bad parental relationship, ooc riki umm, expected word count is like 15k yea ik. long fic.

RELEASING. published!

NOTES. if u haven’t seen ever after high it’s ok u can still read this all u rly need to know is that the students of eah r the children of fairy tale ppl like snow white or cinderella and they have to follow the paths of their parents and stuff Yassssss

After sometime, Riki opened his mouth. “I know I already asked this earlier, but why did you come here? You know, to stargaze.” As if he wasn’t satisfied with her answer.

He was right in thinking that her answer wasn’t what she truly wanted to say, but it just felt awkward to give an exact reason. Her relationship with her mom was something she could barely tell her only 3 friends about, let alone someone she barely considered an acquaintance.

But Y/N knew Riki was a reliable guy; she had heard it often from Soul, Rei, and Giselle. And maybe for once she would let herself put faith into another person.

“I’ll only tell if you tell me why you like stargazing.”

Riki blew out a breath in thought. “Hm… I don’t know if I can give an exact reason for that. I was just bored one day and ended up coming across this place. That’s what made me stargaze, but something about it just felt so comforting to me that I wanted to do it more often.” He answered, a soft smile gracing his lips. “But that’s not exactly a good reason.”

“I think it suits you.” Y/N whispered out. “I’m sure you have your own stresses with being the son of Alice in Wonderland. It would make sense that having a hobby like this to come back to is something you enjoy.”

He pondered on it for a moment. Maybe she was right. He then chuckled at this side of her he had never seen before. “You’re a lot more poetic than you let on. Anyways I answered your question, can you answer mine?”

Y/N considered answering it, she truly did, but as much as she wanted to open up there was the side of her that wanted to keep everything inside. Her mother had always told her that vocalizing your feelings does nothing good and only makes people pity you.

One thing Y/N despised was being pitied. It only reminded her of how her mother referred to her as a ‘pitiful girl’ and how she would amount to nothing.

So she slowly shook her head. “No, I don’t think I can.”

Riki felt himself beginning to sit up to look at the girl. There was something off about her. The way she spoke to him and the way that she carried herself… she wasn’t acting as she always had. Normal Y/N would be more playful and even mischievous. But now, there was a certain sadness in her entire being that seemed to be throwing her off her rhythm. And it only made Riki more and more curious about her.

“Okay, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.” Riki smiled, before continuing. “I just hope it doesn’t take away your chaotic spirit. You know, I kind of like that about you.”

A sigh left Y/N’s lips at his words. “You don’t mean that, Wonderland.”

“I mean every word, Cheshire.”

Y/N could only roll her eyes before slowly evaporating into the night, using her invisibility and teleportation to finally go back home.

Left lingering in the air was her Cheshire’s smile, which disappeared last and left Riki staring at the wisps of where she had sat only moments prior.

Maybe it made sense that Riki enjoyed stargazing. In a way, there was something about him that was made of the stars. No matter what he did, he always seemed to shine brighter than all the others. There was something about Riki that felt that he belonged up in the sky, giving life to the night and adding a certain glimmer to the auras.

Riki had his own place amongst the sky, and she wished she could be like that too. But after speaking to him, maybe there was nowhere she could have her own place in. Y/N could only wait for the day that she could contribute to a bigger picture, and take a larger part in his story. After all, she had always wanted her own place within the stars.

But for now, all she could do was hope she would become more than just the Cheshire Cat’s daughter.

authors note. postinf this after jay noticed me on his weverse live i am not well. anyways it’s coming 🤓🤓 those 10k words sitting in my drafts r waiting to be released don’t worry babies mommys almost done

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[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Man, this pisses me off so bad. If you're a woman who relates more to males than other women, it's because you've decided to focus more on how you're different from other women rather than how you're like them. You will literally never have more in common with males, and males do not feel the same way about you. These cute little posts that you write about how you love males more than your fellow women? They do not write the same thing about you. They hate and mock you constantly. Anyone remember "Cis women need to shut up"

"As a cis woman, I agree"

"You need to shut up, specifically"

?

Yea, that's how they feel about you and your solidarity.

The difference between lesbians and trans women in female spaces is the fact that lesbians do not have high rates of violence. There is no group of women that outclass men in terms of violent tendencies. Trans women retain the rates of male violence that regular men do. I'm not saying you have to treat trans women like they're all violent beasts, but if you can't see why female people would be uncomfortable with male people in their spaces, you're either naive or genuinely unsympathetic towards the very real fear that women have of being subjected to male violence. You can't say trans women and lesbians are similar because, unlike males, there is no statistical evidence that lesbians are highly likely to take advantage of a woman. If it turned out that 98% of rapes were committed by lesbians, I would 1000% understand why straight women don't fucking want to be around me. Have some fucking empathy, holy fucking shit. Even if you are completely on board with trans women being in female spaces, at LEAST acknowledge that it makes sense for women to be concerned about who is allowed in their spaces. It's crazy how I could tell someone I have a fear of dogs because one bit me when I was a kid, and they'd put their sweet pooch up, but God forbid a woman be cautious around a demographic who commit 90% of all violent crime. Oh no. That woman is suddenly a terf bitch.

I have nothing in common with trans women. I don't care how much pain they have experienced. We are not the same. When I was twelve, I cried and I cried as I put my palms together to pray to a God I hoped would be able to take away my homosexuality. I didn't even grow up in a particularly homophobic family. Both of my parents were accepting of me, but I still sat in the dark of my room, tears streaming down my face, as I prayed to have my sexuality changed.

Two years later, one of my friends made a joke about me dressing to impress my crush. She said my crushes name---a feminine name. A girl sitting in earshot heard her, turned to me, and asked me with disgust if I was gay. I said no without even thinking about it. It absolutely did not help that we were in a locker room with other girls. I was aware of my sexuality by that point, but I was 14 and unable to hold my own against a girl looking at me like THAT. For a few weeks after that, that girl made comments about how she was "watching me".

I know pain, I know discomfort, I know what it's like to feel predatory. Seeing feminine women, especially if they're white, makes me feel like an alien. I look at them and think "how are we so different? I see none of myself in you."

Sometimes I'm right. Sometimes we're not similar at all. But guess what? That doesn't mean I'm similar to a straight male. Fucking hell, sometimes I'm not similar to other lesbians. That's completely normal. I think OP needs to read better work by cishet women. If you think that there is not a single piece of cishet female writing that can move you more than something written by a male, you're not looking in the right places at all. I don't understand why some LB women seem to think that the very act of someone being a straight woman makes them incapable of relatability. Of course it makes sense for you to be cautious. Lesbians deal with a lot of alienation and predatory feelings, but if the very ACT of a woman being cis and straight makes you feel like she has absolutely nothing in common with you...? The issue lies with you. YOU are the one othering THEM. Not the other way around. You're the one who has decided that a few cis straight women othering you means that they ALL will so you'd better beat them to the punch. You're the one who has decided that your relationship to womanhood is so astronomically different from straight women that nothing they say speaks to you. That's INSANE. Do you realize how much you have to alienate yourself from womanhood to feel more relatability with a male person than a female one? Idk how to tell you this, but it is highly probable that the most cis, most het woman you have ever met has had a period. It's highly likely she's been harassed by a man. It's highly likely she's been made to feel inferior by way of being born female. No, they can't relate to the experience of being a lesbian who is made to feel predatory for no reason, but to say that nothing a cis het woman says/experiences can move you at all? Nothing they say can make you feel like your experience with womanhood and hers are similar? Do you realize how you sound? "Trans women have been harassed by men and made to feel inferior, too!!" Okay! So you should be able to relate to cis women in the way you do trans women, right?

I told my discord server that I was nervous about my future roommates. I showed them photos and someone said "all this tells me is that they're feminine and white" and I literally think about that all of the time. I was projecting. I was so scared that these white, feminine, probably straight women were going to judge me for being a black lesbian that I didn't even realize that I was the one violently judging them based off of nothing but their skin color and their femininity. I knew nothing about them. I STILL know nothing about them. I've barely spoken to them. But already I had labeled them as unrelatable judgemental women because of how they looked. Hold on. Wasn't I the one afraid of them judging ME? How could I be so afraid of them judging me for being a black lesbian when I was the one judging them already? What sense does that make?

You guys are so busy writing off cis straight women as unrelatable bigots that you've failed to see that you're the one who is extremely prejudiced against them. And I absolutely fucking know someone is gonna read this and say "well, you can't say that all trans women have male violence patterns and dahdahdahdah" and it's like. But YOU can say that cis straight women are so unbelievably different from lesbian women that you'd rather say you're more similar to a straight up fucking male???

I'm not saying it's not a little jarring to see women who are so different from me. I'm not saying I haven't been burned before and there's no reason for me (or other lesbians) to be cautious. But I will literally ALWAYS have more in common with cishet women than I ever will a man pretending to be a woman.

One time I had a professor. She was on the older side (I'd say 40's) and white. Not the type of person I'd think I'd click well with. She was straight and married with children. One day we talked after class, and the only thing that ended our conversation was the fact she had an event she had to go to. We would've talked longer if not for that. She emailed me a little while later to tell me that she enjoyed our chat. After that, she actually hugged me on two occasions. You wouldn't think we'd have common ground. An older, straight, married white mother and a young black lesbian. Both of us are "cis" but I can tell you I relate to her much better than I ever could someone born male.

I once had a personal trainer who was a feminine woman. She had acrylic nails and everything. One time she said that she couldn't hug her male friends anymore because she had a boyfriend (he wasn't the one enforcing that rule. That was something she personally felt). Also not someone I thought I'd click well with. But we did. One time we had a really productive discussion that was actually derived from the conversation with my professor. I felt very close to her in that moment. Our conversation came to a close because she had another client, but I still think about that convo.

There have been so many fucking times where I thought "this woman is not like me. Look at her." But what I realized was that I was the judgmental one. I was the one deciding we were different, not her. I was the one writing her off. I was the one convinced we had nothing in common.

I am BEGGING you not to alienate your fellow women. There are no inherent traits that make you unable to relate to other women. No amount of whiteness or cisness or straightness can make a woman completely unreachable. I am NOT talking about political parties or views so don't fucking try me with that shit. Obviously that puts a wedge between people, but someone simply being born cis and het does not make them alien from you. For God's sake, look at the fucking MeToo movement. Women from all fucking backgrounds who share an experience that an unfortunate amount of women go through. Women from all different races, sexualities, etc. who came together to talk about how they've been subjected to sexual violence. Ellen degeneres was one of them. How does that fit into your "lesbians and cishet women cannot relate to each other" spiel?

OP's post has 130k notes and it makes me fucking sick. Holy crap y'all, we need more solidarity than this. Other women are not your enemy. I'm begging you to reconsider your approach to women who are different than you. You are missing out on people who can love and support you in a way that literally no male can. You are depriving yourself. Just because a few cishet women in the past alienated you, does not mean that you have to continue their legacy. Let it go. Everyone on earth can see you embracing your hatred of women, and you wonder why your fellow women never hug you? They fucking can't! Put your hatred down and make space for the love that comes with realizing that you absolutely are like other girls!

[sophiasmommy23-blog]

How I fell in love

with The Walking Dead, Bethyl and Team Delusional. No one asked. Lol but I wanted to share! Back in 2014 I had heard of TWD but had never seen an episode, had no idea of the plot or who the characters were, all I assumed that it was a "scary" TV show and that was it. So in July I was flipping through the channels and ran across the dead, white and blue marathon. I was working but yea I could do my job and watch TV with no interruptions from my then 1 yo. The very first episode I laid my eyes on was Still. Can you believe that? The first random episode I found was my now favorite Still!! I had no idea of any background stories, I didn't even know their names at the time. All I seen was 2 young people running around an apocalypse with zombies who had major chemistry. It felt like a normal date night in the country. Finding an old abandoned house in the woods, drinking moonshine, someone getting too drunk and wanting to fight or argue, sitting on the porch and the crickets in the back ground. Sounds like a normal night in the south especially for a young couple. Hell, the first time my husband told me he loved me was when he was drunk on homemade moonshine and I live in NC but that's a different story. I kept watching these two characters and thinking they are going to at least make out! Really thinking they were going to go back into that cabin and (insert smut) however we all know they didn't. They did burn it down which again is a typical thing to do in the south burn something or have a big bon fire. I never once felt that there was some crazy age difference. I had no idea of their ages. After watching that episode I watched the next few and quickly realized that TWD was not all about scary zombies. I was in love and obsessed. I went and bought every season which was 4 at the time. By October I was completely caught up and so excited to find out what happened to beth and wanted the Bethyl reunion! I had not shipped a tv couple so hard since Spike and Buffy in high school!! Then Coda happened and I was so effected. I felt like I was actually mouring someone real not just a fictional character on a TV show. I cried myself to sleep. Now mind you at the time I was a 20 something year old women with a family and for days I was actually overcome with grief! Then it hit me. The whole thing did not feel right. The way she was shot and the angle of the gun. The way the music played at the end. I began to search on the internet because in my mind I really thought this has to be a fake out death and maybe someone else thought so or there was a spoiler of some sort to prove she was alive. That's when I found tumblr. I didn't know what that was before either. I found team delusional. Some of the people I followed are gone now but what everyone was saying and fact there were missing scenes that they filmed all made sense to me. I continued to watch the TWD until around season 7 or 8 then I lost interest. I never stopped following TD to see what they had to say, hoping eventually TWD would bring beth back. I never stopped reading all the bethyl ff. I did start back the main show to finish the last 2 seasons. Then of course the DD spin off. I notice the parallels on the DD show because the earlier seasons are my favorite and I have rewatched so many times. The parallels i see are of the end of season 4 and the beginning of season 5. All of the big beth episodes. I do believe that we are closer now than we have been to seeing her again! I think currently the writers want the GA to believe that Daryls happy ending will be with either Isabelle or Carol, however I think they are writing the story to seem like that, so it will be an even bigger surprise when Beth returns. ❤️

[bugboysgf]

Find Our Way pt3

Summary: Jack ended things in high school between you to but now you're older and things start to get complicated.

Couple years later

“Holy shit.” Jade got up from the bed in the hotel room. You guys were in a hotel because you were going to a premiere later that day.

“What?” you asked looking up from your phone

“Jack he released a song with lil naz x-””

“I don't wanna hear about jack. You know this already.” you cut jade off.

“But look.” she shoved the phone in your face. You look at a guy with a white tank top on and pink pants.

“Okay? What am I looking at?”

“That's jack.” you furrowed your eyes and grabbed the phone out of her hand.

“Holy fucking shit thats jack.” you looked at her with your mouth opened wide

“Damn, that's crazy when he gets so hot.”

“He was always hot.” you said still looking at the video.

“The vmas.” “What about it?” you asked.

“There tomorrow and you're nominated and he's nominated, so you guys are going to see each other for the first time in years.”

“He's nominated for what?” you started to panic. You could barely talk to Jack when you were in high school with him so what were you going to do now?

“His song is  whats poppin.”

“Shit i'm dead.”

—

The vmas went smoothly with no sign of jack. You only saw him when he won his awards and that's it. You're so glad you didnt  see him on the red carpet. Now you were at the after party talking when some of your music friends. You decided you wanted another drink so you excused yourself. You walked up to the bar and asked for water since you already had been drinking.

“y/n?” you heard a familiar voice. You turn around shit.shit. Shit. It's urban.

“Urban hi.” you gave him a smile.

“You look so different… in a good way. How are you.”

“I'm good.” you nodded your head.

“Jack-” “Nope” you stopped him right there.

“Come on y/n that was years ago. He's not even signed with drama anymore.”

“What does drama have to do with me and jack.”

“Oh shit” you can tell he just said something he shouldnt have.

“Anyways do you want-” “y/n?” oh my god this time you knew exactly who it was. Jack. you turn around and give him a smile

“Hey.” you tried to act normal as possible meanwhile urban was backing away trying to leave the situation.

“It's been forever, how have you been?” “Umm good ..i've been good.” you nodded your head. Silence filled the space between you too.

“I have to go.” you said trying to get out of the conversation.

“No” was all he said

“What?”

“I said no, I need to talk to you.. Well, apologize.”

“There's no need.” you cut him off.

“Yes there is.” “Nope, I've moved on, you moved on. We're good.” you tried to tell him but he shook his head.

“You moved on, I haven't. I want to be friends again.”

“What?” you had to make sure you were hearing him right because there is no way he said that.

“I wanted to be friends again.” you looked him in his blue eyes and shook your head. “Look it was a mistake y/n, i didn't want to end things.”

“But you did.” memories of him calling you that night came into your mind. You remember sitting on the bed crying all night because he broke things off.

“I had to hear me out. Please.” he begged.

“Fine.”

“Drama made me  i choose you or him and if I choose you I was done for. I need him for my career. You have to understand you always wanted similar things. You got your dream, I got mine.”

“Yea jack but i didn't hurt people in the process.” you said turning around to walk away.

“If you make it any better, drama knew I liked you that why i had to end things.”

That's when your heart dropped. Jack liked me back this whole time

[lexa-griffins]

Angst in farm clexa that makes Lexa cry 👀 care to share your ideas

Tw: miscarriage

Lexa and Clarke had planned on having 6 kids. Madi first. Three years later Saige. Two year after her the twins and two yeas later another baby.

And Lexa does get pregnant, they tell the kids, everyone is very excited! And then, one day while Lexa is just baking like usual something doesn't feel right. They rush to the clinic and their worst fears are confirmed: miscarriage.

It's absolutely devastating for them both. They spend a good week doing nothing more than cry. Lexa did nothing different than her last pregnancies, she did everything the doctor told her and yet.... she feels like a failure of a mother. She blames herself over and over, isolates from her family which worries both Clarke and the kids so much because mommy has never been like this but seeing her children run around seems to no longer bring her any joy, all she can think about is how their baby would have looked like running around with them. She wonders if she did anything wrong, if it's her fault she lost the baby, if there was something she could have done different to prevent the loss of their baby.

On the other hand, Clarke becomes so separated from her grief it's almost as unhealthy as Lexa's. She works double, is always making sure the kids are okay, cleans and cooks and does farm work and washes the truck two and three and five times when all of the rest is done.

It all comes to an halt when Clarke drags Lexa kicking and screaming to therapy. Lexa yells about not needing it, that she's grieving her lost like any normal people should and that Clarke's the one acting like she's above Lexa, accuses her of not caring and yells she hates her but still goes. It's awkward afterwards but the next day Lexa goes again, barely talking to Clarke as she drops her off. By the third day she apologizes with tears in her eyes, Clarke holds her as they soend yet another night crying and slowly there are glimpses of Lexa coming back. The day she finally hugs the kids again she breaks down crying, apologizing for disappearing in her own grief without considering theirs.

Lexas one month into therapy when she asks Clarke to go with her. No matter how many times Clarke's smiles and says she's fine, she knows it's not true. So Clarke starts therapy. Abby and Jake start taking the kids more often so Lexa and Clarke can make love and and cry and wail as loudly has they want. Slowly they heal back again.

It takes them two years to be ready for another baby. After a few conversations, they decide its better if this is the last baby. Which while sad for them, they adore their children and maybe it's time to watch them grow instead of keeping growing their family. Being the last and considering all that happened in the last one, it might be the calmest and most adoring pregnancy Lexa goes through. For the first time she spends most of the pregnancy lounging around as Clarke takes over most of the farm work, something Lexa insisted on helping with. It's full of kisses and massages and sitting around feeling the baby kick and whispers from his older siblings telling him they can wait to meet them.

And when little Aden is born, Lexa does not see in him the baby that could have been like she was so afraid she would, doesn't see the shadows and ghosts of the baby that never was.

They plant a small tree for every kid born in the farm. Kids and grandkids. Every tree has a counterpart that grows along side it. Between the twins and Aden's little tree tho, a small white flower bush grows with no one to grow along it :'c

[sardonic-the-writer]

━GOOFING OFF

━Tw: None

━Notes: To take your minds off of things <3

━Song: "Birdhouse In Your Soul" By They Might Be Giant

"Honestly Jack, you need to give Chase a break."

A set of eyes flickered over to you at your words, glinting mischievously in the late evening lighting.

"Yea, but then how will I drive myh fans crazy?"

"That's the point!" You threw your hands up with a fake pout one of them grazing a hanging light above. "Don't! Let these poor egos of yours finally have peace!"

The European youtuber known as Jacksepticeye finally turned to fully look at you, playful smile in place as he readjusted a stray pencil from behind his ear.

Both of you had been sitting at the kitchen countertop in his house for a while, going over what you dubbed as "septic ego lore". Papers were scattered over a cool to the touch marble surface, spread out with no rhyme or reason. It was cluttered, but things were staring to fall into place.

Normally Jack did this kind of stuff with people on a team dedicated to it, but tonight he had asked you- his best mate and loud ass neighbor -for your help.

I mean, it was hard not to accept a plea from a pouting irishman on your doorstep. He even pulled out the fake bambi eyes to make you laugh.

You were astounded by how much shit he was planning on putting some of these characters through though.

"Brochacho-" You went to sling an arm around his shoulder, laughing to yourself when he made a face at the nickname "-you need to realize that yes, angst is good! Lore is great! But please, you're gonna come out looking like a sociopath when you continue with all this!"

"Ye jus vaugly guestered to everything on ta table." Jack deadpanned. You snorted at his less than amused expression. Reaching up to slightly ruffle his hair you were met to a slap to the wrist. Pulling away while fake crying you continued.

"How about I cut you a deal then, mister evil mastermind."

One of his eyebrows raised a bit. Jack tried to look disinterested but you have been known to pull some pretty good ideas out of nowhere from time to time. So he was invested.

"Go on."

You grinned.

"Alright. So. You take, uhhhh, these characters and put them through as much suffering as you want-" You reached over to push a stack of papers towards him, names of septerate egos on them. "-and I take these characters n do some fluffy shit with em!"

You pulled a stack or two towards you, shooting a pair of finger guns at Jack with a wink.

"I'm ready to get my serotonin on! Booyah!"

"Ye jus' grabbed Antis profile."

"Shit. Switch with me real quick would you Jackie boy."

After a quick (and slightly embarassing) exchange, you awaited his answer with a wide smile. It only took a moment of him biting his bottom lip for a sigh to escape Jacks mouth.

"Fine. Bu' you can't complain when I traumatized one of em."

Pumping your fist in the air with an exclamation of triumph, you held your hand our for him to shake. He took it lightly.

"Knew you'd make the right choice my boy!" This was said in an old timey accent while you busied yourself adjusting an invisible bowtie, like a prospector in those ancient black and white movies. It made the person shaking your hand laugh.

"Don think I didn see ye deliberately grab Chases file though (Y/n). You're not tha slick."

"Awwww shut up you leprechaun."

"I'm going to put in a noise complaint to the landlord about you if you call me that again."

You lightly punched him in the shoulder, the both of you breaking out into big smiles.

"It's not my fault I'm loud. I'm just a free spirit!"

"Tell that ta ye guitar solos at three am."

"As if your screams from playing Phasmaphobia durring the dead of night dont keep me up either."

He flipped you off with a hearty giggle, taking his backwards baseball cap off and smushing it overtop your own head as a silly gesture. It mussed up your hair and blocked your vision so you tilted it up slightly while Jack snickered.

"This is mine now McLoughlin. I hope you know that."

"Fook off ya goof."

[nikolaisfuckingwhore]

Dazai x reader

prompt : dazai's off to a crime scene, but wait- this isn't right..

At a time like this, you'd really want some food, sitting in an office all day, solving cases like there's no tomorrow..

"[name], can you do this case??", a voice suddenly called you. That voice belonged to the one and only edogawa ranpo.

"eh- why? Wasn't this assigned to-"

"i'll get you some rare herbs." ranpo smirked, knowing your interest in medicine and herbs. Your eyes then lit up, completely forgetting what you had said, lifting your right hand up to snatch the documents from the table as you inspected it, also returning to your seat.

Scratching your chin as you read the documents carefully, a hand grabbed your shoulder, causing you to quickly turn back on reflex, to see a brunette, smiling pretty.. deviously indeed.

"im going out! You see it's a new case for me!!" Dazai excitedly exclaims, his arms waving on the side

'much like a dog..' you thought,

"hm, how might that concern me?" you snickered, as dazai pouted at your remark.

"well then, up to you" he scoffed, walking out like an angry toddler in a mall, you only lightly laughed at his antics.

after a while since dazai left, you quickly scan through the pages, until a lightbulb went off your head.

"hey kunikida-san, do you know where xxxxxx is?" you asked kunikida, who seemed to be deeply into his own work.

"xxxxxx is pretty near. Go out of the agency, turn left, and walk straight till you see a lake, go around that lake till you see an alley, then go straight and you'll get there." he replied, pushing up his glasses.

"that's also where dazai is right now, why?"

"just asking, wait dazai's there-?" you pondered

"yea?"

... a short minute of thinking, you ran back to your desk, flipping to page 3 of the document.. 17:30pm, xxxxxx street..

"WHAT TIME IS IT!?" you suddenly yelled out, much to everyone's surprise.

"5:20 PM, why-"

your eyes went wide, your face full of shock, you find all forces you can to push your legs as you ran out of the office.

"I'LL EXPLAIN LATER!!" you yelled, before running on ahead.

'this may just be a prediction. A guess, but it's worth the try. But if your prediction is correct then - xxxxxx is an assassination spot-! One that can fool even the great dazai.' you thought, you felt your brain malfunctioning as your breathing became raggedy, you now find it much harder for your lungs to normally. You felt your leg slowing down, yet you pushed it as much as you can, pushing your limits for a certain man.

Yet just as you had arrived at xxxxxx street, the place seemed to be full of police officers, and guards.

'not good.. if i dont make it in time-' you thought, as you finally slowed down to catch your breaths

"what are you doing here?" a guard asked, his gaze remained on you.

"it's an emergency, please let me through." you sternly said, still catching your breath.

"not happening. This is a crime scene, what do you need here anyway?" the police said

"i'm part of the armed detective agency, let me through!" you yelled, clenching your fists,

"we already have a member of the agency here. We don't need you." he stubbornly mentioned.

"if you don't let me in, then you would regret it. Or perhaps.. you're part of the plan..?" you provoked the police officer, so much that he.. hit you.

You felt your back coming in contact with the hard ground, as you felt gazes from strangers appearing. Your ears rang as your vision started going white.. but you had to continue. You quickly rose up, and ran through the police officer. You didn't want to use your ability, as it harms the people you use it on, but you're running out of time. The clock still go on as ever.

pushing your way through police officers and everyone, you soon got to the crime scene.

clink.

your legs feels numb as your eyes fought to stay still. Your hands reached to dazai, as you quickly jumped, pushing yourself and him away from the impact of-

WHAM.

the metal bar, that was meant to kill dazai.

'safe..' you thought to yourself, breathing out a sigh of relief, until you felt a hot sensation on your own leg.

Looking down, you saw that your leg had been gouged by the metal bar than fell down, tearing a bit of your leg open.

"[name]-?" dazai's voice rung out to you,

"what happened to your.. face?" he said, his hand reaching for the wound that the police officer had made on you, but before his hand was able to come in contact with your face - you fainted.

your vision soon became blurry - then white, your ears inserted dazai's yells, but couldnt hear much else.

'at least.. ill get that rare herb...' you thought, before losing your consciousness.

[gaymasonjar]

Will You Meet Me In The Middle?

 Preview of Chapter 8: I Wouldn’t Mind

 There was a clatter in the living room followed by quiet cursing. Alex raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his notebook. He was seated on the bed with his guitar working on a new project. Setting it aside, he grabbed his crutch before making his way to the living room. Michael was using his telekinesis to pull apart the garbage disposal carefully.

 “Did it stop working again”, Alex asked.

 “Yea”, Michael muttered in annoyance. “Should just buy a new one.”

 “We could”, Alex agreed. “Or we could consider another option?”

 “I’m all for emptying our dishes into the trash before putting them in the sink like normal people do.”

 Alex chuckled as he lowered himself down next to Michael. “Not the option I was considering.”

 Michael finally turned to his husband, the disposal still hovering. “Oh?”

 “We never finished the talk we had in San Diego”, Alex clarified. “About moving out of Roswell.”

 The disposal dropped onto the coffee table abruptly as Michael lost his concentration. The alien stood up to pace for a moment. Alex frowned. He wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction.

 “I mean, we don’t have to-”

 “No, no”, Michael interrupted. “You’re right. We never did finish talking about it.”

 “So you have thought about it?”

 “I have”, Michael sighed. “I just don’t know how I feel leaving Isobel and everyone else behind. And if Max comes back or something bad happens…”

 “We don’t have to move out of New Mexico”, Alex said gently. “Just out of this town.”

 “I…didn’t consider that.”

 “I do have another property to my name.” When Michael gave him a confused look, Alex clarified, “The cabin near Las Alamos. It’s closer to Deep Sky and it's less than two hours from Roswell.”

 “That’s not a bad compromise.”

 “Plus no mortgage payments”, Alex smirked. “It’s up to you.”

 Michael shook his head in disagreement while sitting back down, “It’s up to us.”

 “So what do you wanna do?”

 “Let’s do it”, Michael whispered before kissing him.

 Alex smiled into the kiss, cupping his face. “One thing.”

“Hm?” “You have to fix that disposal before we can sell the house.”

 “I can do that but first”, Michael pulled him back into a deep kiss.

 -------------------------------------------------------

     “Think we’re going to see any action”, Rauls asked from the backseat.  

     “Pray we don’t”, snipped Vasquez as she gave the younger man a hard look.  

     “Kid was just asking”, Johnson commented and patted Raul’s helmet. “It’s not unlikely. We’re heading into hostile territory.”  

     Manes glanced up from his notepad, “Stay on your toes and you’ll be just fine.”  

     “Sir, yes, sir”, Rauls muttered.  

     “What’s our position”, Manes asked York.  

     York shrugged and scratched at his five o’clock shadow with one hand.  “Getting pretty close. I’d say ten minutes, Cap.”  

     “What are we gonna do out here”, Rauls asked.  

     Vasquez rubbed her eyes and cursed in Spanish. She was never a fan of chatty new blood out in the field. It was easiest to wait for orders and just do what you were told.  

     “Confidential”, York supplied. “Just focus on protecting the Captain, your squad, and then your own ass. In that order.”  

     Vasquez gave their own new rookie a pointed look. “Watch where you step-”  

     An explosion rocked the ground beneath the tucks. Breaks squealed as the vehicles came to a stop. The first vehicle in line had been hit and rolled off the road.  Johnson looked out the window, squinting as the dust settled. There was no movement from the vehicle. York slammed his foot on the gas to get them out of there. The downed Humvee was only the start of the slaughter. Before they could process it, an IED hit the Humvee Manes was seated in. The world went white with blinding pain and deafening sound.  

     When everything came back into focus it was sharp and sudden. Alex gasped in a lungful of air before coughing on smoke and dust. The Humvee was on its side. York was gone, the hole in the shattered windshield a good indicator of what happened to him. Alex groaned as he lifted himself up and looked into the backseat-  

 Alex woke up with a sharp inhale and bolted upright in bed. He struggled blindly against the weight across his waist and the top sheet that was soaked in sweat. Michael woke up at the sudden movement beside him. Before he could ask what was happening, Alex had fallen off the bed onto the floor.

 “Alex!” Michael used his powers to flip on the lights as he hurried off the bed. Alex was panting, eyes wide but unseeing. The man was trembling. Michael hesitated before he reached out to Alex slowly. He had seen Alex wake up from nightmares before and he knew how much Alex hated to be touched.

 “Alex. Alex, can you hear me?”

Read More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45325099/chapters/114982252

[your1bi2friend]

Shanks x earth fairy reader pt 4/?

Please just read the first parts plssss

You wiped your eyes after waking up; the sky a purple and black wash of colors and stars and the faint traces of the moon was there.You stared at the window for a while longer until your head wiped around at the sound of the redhead you were rescued by coming into the room. “Sup…you look tired have you been able to sleep ?” His voice sounding rough and raspy and low almost like a loud whisper. You then replied jokingly “ yea I just woke up like eight minutes ago and I went to sleep after you started screaming” he looked down at his feet looking embarrassed and ashamed “ yeah I’m really sorry about that… my men-“. You cut him off “oh yeah that’s fine I- it’s hard dealing with yelling… cuz of stuff that happened a while ago I- It’s not your fault” he looked at your eyes for a quick second and then bent down and pulled back the blanket on his makeshift bed on the floor and layed down then tucking himself in.He looked at you again and smiled softly his eyes softening slightly. You then your self tucked your self in again and tried to sleep but all the thing’s from your past like your dad and people hurting you in general and you started to shake and cry. Your chest heaving and your face contorted in sadness and pain. Shanks then noticed this and slowly got up; Then going up to you and quietly sitting on the bed near your waist bending down slightly and wiping away your tears with his thumbs and kisses your forehead then cuddling up to your body still cupping your face with his hands and even though your tears were gone his still stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. You smiled weakly and went back to sleep this time your thoughts and dreams were soft and fluffy and the main character in those stories and dreams were none other than the one and only… shanks the redheaded goof who rescued you and took you in and have comforted you so many times you couldn’t possibly count. Your thoughts raced once more like normal… but this time it was about a subject you never thought of… love. You thought about the fact you have never been in love before but… this just feels like it is.Like puppies and candy and home cooked desert and maybe like cotton candy… this feeling you thought had to be… a crush… oh what were you going to do he’s a pirate captain and your some random traumatized trash who got picked up from an alley and takin into the care of a man who for sure had better things to d- before you could finish your thought you drifted into a dream killing all your past thoughts.You… you saw your mother with a ring of white floting over her head and wings on her back her cheeks blushing like you always remembered her having no matter if she was embarrassed or cold or not… you couldn’t believe it was she really still alive oh… my…

You were woken up by the smell of eggs and toast covered with butter and a $hit load of raspberry jam or at least you thought… it’s kinda hard to exactly tell what a meal is like when you can only smell it.How long have you gone without food for? Days,weeks,months? Oh you couldn’t tell… you never got hungry that often but you’ve got a lot of hunger pains and to anyone who hasn’t felt hunger pains like you they would probably be screaming and crying out of pain and think they were dying.You were really hungry… you thought… but what if I’m taking advantage of the generosity of Shanks and you hesitated for a while before finally leaving the room and going down the stairs slowly step by step looking around and trying to tell were the smell was coming from. Then you saw the dining area and you walked slowly over to one of the tables “who the f@&! Are you?” You stared at the man with a baggy white shirt and black cargo pants with black eyes and black hair in a slicked back ponytail. “ I- I ummm I Shanks brought me here I- he cut you off “ not the question I was asking you but okay… I guess… well I don’t care… by the way foods over there” he said pointing at a small table near Shanks. You slowly walked over there and asked if you could have some and got some toast with jam and eggs. You then walked over to shanks and sat down on the empty stool next to him and sat down.

Sorry that was soooo long but that’s the end for right now till I get another like hour and a half byeeeee

[iceyrukia]

liberal feminists be like: oh there’s rampant pedophilia, incest, misogyny, sexual abuse, rape, racism, human trafficking in the porn industry? really? well I’ll be dammed that sucks :( I didn’t notice even though I go to these sites and see videos titled: “ TINY ASIAN ( BARELEY LEGAL ;) ) TEEN SLUT GETS HUMILIATED BY STEP-FATHERS BIG WHITE COCK”. and the suggested video with a thumbnail showing a prepubescent girl-oh I mean women (I’m sure it’s a women people wouldn’t post a lil girl right??) in pigtails sitting in a pink bedroom filled with children’s toys looking innocently up at the camera isn’t wierd. yes that might be a kid but let’s not assume the worst that’s just a women that likes pigtails, and toys so don’t assume ok. also ur a weirdo for thinking that way actually ur the pedophile for pointing it’s out me thinks 😕. oh I forgot we were talking about those aesthetics in the context of porn. hmmm well idk what if a women likes it so stop 🛑 with all the infantilism #supportallwomen. and no let’s not question why any man would to fuck a women that resembles a child. as long as it’s not a lil girl it’s not actual pedophilia it’s just a kink u judgey prude. plus those aren’t the norm in porn what kind of videos are you watching LoL I only 🤥 watch every other video that casually uses the words “ bitch/whore/slut/ cum dumpster” as replacement for the word women tho HAHAHA just normal kink stuff ya know and stop slut shaming me becuz it’s not misogynistic since I’ve reclaimed the words slut and bitch 😤 like I’m so cunty 🥵 for that ughhh it’s just #badbitch things you wouldn’t get it 🤪. no you don’t get it by calling myself a slut it cancels out the history of the word and I’m sure the men watching these videos don’t associate sex as an act of hate towards women. constantly jacking off to “ slut devours my dick” only rewires men’s brains to see women as human being even more. oh tbh I only watch feminist lesbian porn because I support women😏. uuummm no it doesn’t mimics the dynamics of straight misogynistic porn and doesn’t cater to voyeurisric creepy men what are you taking about??? shut up stop trying to ruin everything. gurl alllsooooooo gay porn exists so much idk why you’re trying to claim all porn is bad. this is NOT comparable in any way to men saying that women should stop taking about rape because men can also be raped ok because uhhh porn makes me horny and that’s all that matters so there #notallporn. ✊WeLL Anywayzz like I was sayin uh damn 😔 I hope all the human trafficking and rape stops. I hope all of that junk * motions vaguely* gets regulated soon in order to soothe my guilty conscio- I mean for the safety of all those women getting abused. wait ur saying that it should be our priority as feminists to stop this??? nahhhh I think the men running these sites making profit out of actual rape videos have our best interests in mind they’ll come around! also what if all the good ethical porn by the totally consenting sex workers gets deleted as collateral damage for going after these companies. Ur so insensitive and short sited god 😬 im sure the millions of porn videos out there will be screened and regulated don’t worry!! even if a women is traumatized by her rape video floating around it doesn’t take precedent over the other good videos ur being unfair. like I freakin said #notallporn. oh you can never really tell whether porn is consensual????? well, YOU can’t tell that it isn’t so there 🤷‍♀️# unoreversecard # checkmate. ur just being a negative nancy 🙄 anyways until that time comes when the porn industry magically regulates itself I’m still gonna watch porn sooo yea- oh now wut do you have to say? hmmm? the existence of pornography and my bdsm kink are all due to living under a misogynistic patriarchal society?? Impossible!!! how can it be bad if it makes me feel good 😂 that’s stupid af. socialization? oh I’m immune to that because I’m a strong independent smart women stop patronizing me. it’s makes me feel good to wank off to porn so it can’t be bad how many times do I have to tell you????

[dead-jami]

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Character || Steve Harington

Ship || Steve Harington x M!Henderson!Reader

Plot || Y/N looked like a normal boy when Dustin's mother decided to adopt him. Though he was far from normal. How about having Wolf Ears? Can Read minds? How about freezing things without thinking? Well That gave your brother and mother a fright.

An || 3rd part! I did add for the reader to be able to create things. Anyway hope you enjoy! ♡

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Y/N had been waiting in the room, looking at all of Dustin's items, consisting of toys, posters, and items that Dustin had collected. He was confused and bored. He shifted his position, laying down. He put his bunny on his chest quietly sighing. He looked up at the ceiling, lifting his hand in the direction of the ceiling. He moved his hand swiftly to the side and a rose appeared, a white one with a silver stem and leaves. It made its way down into his hand. He brang it down to his face, looking at how fragile it was. “It's not colorful-” He said, in response his rabbit squeaked. He looked down at her and patted her head. “Not strong.” He said sitting up, letting his rabbit fall onto his lap. He decided to examine a picture Dustin had.

There were 9 people, all sitting around a table. Y/N could recognize Dustin, he was wearing a cap, blue shorts, a white t-shirt, and sneakers, smiling and laughing. He was sitting on the floor with a dark male to his right. The male had dark skin with an interesting haircut. It was formed upwards. Unconsciously, Y/N touched his hair sticking it upwards, like the other males. The male dressed normally. Jeans and a white shirt. Not anything too different. To Dustin's left was another male. He looked older, and was wearing a sailors outfit. He had a weird haircut, styled and gelled keeping its unique form. Y/N looked at him, keeping his stair on the male. In Y/N's eyes he was pretty. Y/N outlined the males figure, Stopping at his eyes.

Bang! “Hey hey Y/N-” Dustin ran in banging the door open, causing the boy to flinch and move to a corner, holding the picture in his arms, as well as Muffins. Dustin's eyes landed on Y/N, a shaky figure in the corner hugging himself. Immediately Dustin felt guilty. “Ah- I'm sorry. I guess I scared you?” He said, putting his hand on the back of his neck. Dustin then proceeded to sit down a few steps away from Y/N. A girl behind him is now visible. She had red hair, Tied up in a ponytail. She was holding a walkman with the headphones hanging from her hand. She had a flannel on, with black jeans. She looked at Y/N eyes wide and confused. Realizing where Y/N was looking, Dustin grabbed the redhead girl bringing her inside. Y/N looked at the girl then back to the picture. The girl was in the picture sitting on the couch arm, glaring at the camera. Y/N put the picture back in his arms. “Okay, This is Max, Uh-” He turned to max pointing to Y/N. “Max, This is Y/N. My new brother.” Dustin said. The girl- Max, Looked at Dustin then at Y/N. “Your new brother?” She said looking at dustin. “You gotta be kidding? Right?” Dustin smirked, “Nope! He is now my legal brother.” Dustin said proudly. “Okay- great. And why would you adopt someone?” She asked, rubbing her head in confusion. “Uh- Not important. Anyway-” Dustin turned back to Y/N. Y/N watching the conversation unfold. “Uhm- Y/N you might wanna come out of the shade?” Y/N nodded, moving out and sitting in front of the dresser. Max studied him, Taking in the ears on his head and how skinny he was. “Why does he have ears?” Max said, looking at dustin. “Okay this is why I called you over.” Max watched as Dustin moved in front of Y/N. “Can I see your wrist?” Y/N shifted his gaze to the girl then back at Dustin. He put his wrist out, moving the sleeve up so the girl could see. Max moved closer looking at his wrist. “004? Like el?” She asked, looking at dustin. “Yea. I don’t know if he has powers, but what I know of is he has ears.” Dustin pointed to Y/N’s ears. Y/N looked up and touched his ears. Keeping the photo in his grasp. Max looked at Y/N and examined him. His H/C hair, and pale skin. Her gaze landed on his hand, gripping onto the photo. “Uhm- Hey? Y/N, What are you holding?"

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[scentedchildnacho]

Well I had to walk to dinner so after that many attempted hit and runs I'm not all that afraid of death by battery

Mind shield he is just another one of Them and people like them go out to get their own ass kicked and it's disinteresting

Yea but he can't like actually hit people and has to walk away so I'm not doing to bad....

I did try to figure out my suggestions to the little lady whose son works at Ralph's.....and we are cats to the neighborhood I only had to check to see if the wicker couch free from windows and near the sidewalk was wet from rain and this scary Blondie smoker came out and immediately took it away....I've tried to give Abyssinian cats an old sweater sometimes in an old house and as soon as they can a cat is an animal so

So I guess the surrounding furniture is all of Guantanamo bay if you sit on it the neighbors will shoot something at you

That also she is a nice looking racially correct little white or Irish or southern I don't know lady and yet they leave her so poor and I don't think she is poor ...

Cops is what I'm told procedure is I have to go a couple days sometimes to be assessed and have a cell toilet and be fed normally and if the judge clears me for psychiatric release then I go to more privilege lock ups but this as victimizing is really contagious and I don't think I would be allowed here to touch stuff

Im sorry my feelings dont get all that hurt by blunt speaking but no one cares about me pope francis said it's all a i. And they only care about relieving me from pressure to be me with a young me.....we are animals sheep to herd to them ....and i can have a small criminized network I am actually able to talk about about who i truly am with and what i go through...

Uhm no I wouldn't say I really care that that black lady was threatened I get the feeling she doesn't like me all that much the argument between them just wouldn't stop and I found it so annoying I played white superior I get nukes they don't so I'm going to talk dumb and without any type of mercy or sympathy till that goes away permanently the situation just kept causing me anxiety.......

Well thats my clue .....it's help look out for other Shirley's and maybe there will be relief from the concentration I would like to know though why we can't go to Shirley.....

[alottamoney]

https://www.tumblr.com/alottamoney/729252101401853952/httpsxcommybwitsstatus1705389074205532656s

I felt something off with taekook since chapter two. Well maybe not off but i just couldn’t get any relationship vibes from them even though we saw them together alot. Everytime we saw them, they were out with other people and not even sitting together at HS concert in Soeul. Also, who attends a premiere with their boyfriend, have drinks after and then go their seperate ways to their individual houses? Wouldn’t normal people wanna cuddle after and spend the night together? Then Jk starts a Live from his apartment and then Tae wakes up and starts a Live from his. White day too was another thing and i know many tkkrs will come up with a thousand theories for this but why the hell was Jk all alone on whiteday even though Tae was in Korea? The man was Live for about 4 hours and ended up getting emotional at the end of the Live i mean i know relationships are different but lets be honest when have we ever had proof of taekook spending time with each other on any couple holidays or birthdays? And it’s not just like we didn’t know either just Jk said he didn’t see V on his birthday last year. The Taennie thing was when i washed my hands off the ship for good. I think Taennie is bullocks and fake af but i expected to see some type of sadness in Jk. It doesn’t matter if he knew it was media play or not but seeing the entire world thinking your lover is dating someone else would pinch a lil. The Live Jk did after that incident was the happiest i saw of him since the year began lol. He even almost looked free lmaoo. But yea sometimes u piece things together you know, the little things and when they don’t add up it best to stop living in denial. I could be wrong but I don’t think taekook are a thing or were ever a thing. They do have an interesting dynamic tho, that i must say.

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