#anon ask

[imjunebitch]

i need you to understand that right now you’re in your “pick me i’m so special i care about men unlike those feminist BITCHES” phase that happens to so many girls but i promise learning basic transfeminism (and why tme/tma is a thing, and why “transandrophobia” isn’t a useful term or a helpful phrase) WILL aid you in the long run as a young trans girl

if u were a cis woman u would be a TERF. fuck off if u can't have basic respect for identities other than ur own. fuck off if u think caring about trans men and mascs is somehow antithetical to transfeminism. fuck off if ur willing to just use an intersexist framework that functionally does nothing but exclude ppl. fuck OFF if u think caring abt men makes me a pick me you miserable tar pit asshole. ur "transfeminism" does NOTHING but hurt other people. come off anon u miserable fucking coward TERF pos and we can have an actual discussion if u like

if u think a condescending ask is going to make me stop caring abt other ppl who are suffering and just start hurting them with gleeful abandon, and pretend that that's "transfeminism" ur an idiot

[thelovelymissck]

I love this so much! 🥹

[bunnis-monsters]

…recording a homemade porno with the Bee Hybrids so they material to satiate themselves with while the Beloved Queen is away on diplomatic matters-

Okay but imagine it’s a solo vid too of you sitting there, playing with your body, whimpering and moaning as you spread your pussy lips for the camera so the bee hybrids have a full view of their queen!

You pull out a dildo and fuck yourself with it, begging to be filled with eggs and all the bee hybrids are just pawing at the screen, trying to reassure you that they’ll stuff you full :(

They don’t quite understand technology, and they miss you…

Only problem is, the porno actually makes them way hornier than usual so the hive is just oozing pheromones and shit

And ofc they’re desperate to actually fuck you once you’re finally home! The second you step into the hive you’re surrounded, even the guards are too busy jerking off to your smell to do anything about it.

My horny bees 💗

[sushirrrry]

READ PART ONE - CASA AMOR - HERE

PART TWO | CRASH OUT || a harry styles x you fic. word count: 4,935 content warning: tension & arguments & love island antics

summary: you and harry were the strongest couple in the villa, until the recoupling after casa amor. now, with some time to talk, you learn more things were happening in casa than what you had seen prior.

author's note: y'all loved this so much (which I did not think you would???) so I just had to write a little something today - this will ultimately be a short series because it's pretty easy to write once you get into it! I have another part that I cut from this one because I figured it's more fun to have more stories to post, so keep an eye out for that <3 I'm trying a few different ways to write it to make it feel like you're watching it but also feel a bit more story-like! also - wrote a character list at the top for your info!

hope you guys enjoy <3

Tonight on Love Island: Here is your breakdown after the recoupling...

You are Single | Luca is Single | Megan is Single | Tash and Harry | Ella and Johnny | Megan and Ronan | Tiana and Liam | Jess and Mitch

{In the Villa}

You go to sit with Luca on one of the low couches near the beanbags, your heels click together as you walk across the pavement. Your knees tucked up beneath you when you sat, a half-empty glass of water balanced between your palms. The night is thick with that strange, quiet buzz that happens when everyone’s pretending that they’re okay.

Luca watches you for a second before going to say anything; he pauses and gives you a reassuring smile.

“Y’alright?” he asks you, making conversation light.

You give him a small smile but nothing more, because you don’t really know how to feel but don’t want to show that to him immediately. “Don’t know really, just feel a bit betrayed.”

He nods in understanding. “Didn’t expect that, you know. Him walking back with her—like I was just under the impression that he was going to test it in Casa, but I figured that you would have had that conversation beforehand, y’know what I mean?”

You shrug, not having anything else to say, “Neither did I—and that’s why I’m fuming, Luca, it’s almost like he was waiting for the opportunity to leave.”

Silence hangs for a moment; you wonder if Luca knows something more, but isn’t saying it, so you allow there to be a space held for that conversation.

Harry and Luca are good mates, but you two have always had an open communication – he’s kind, he’s funny, he’s been choosing girls that aren’t choosing him back so you both feel relatively on the same page at the moment.

Tiana and Luca were coupled prior to Casa, but she had chosen Liam instead – it was for the best, seeming that they were getting along quite better than her and Luca had prior. That left you both single in the villa now, and given a certain opportunity, it may be best to try and explore the connection to make sure that you’re safe.

“I just thought…” Luca hesitates for a moment, shrugging as his arm gets placed around the seat where you’re sitting, “Like, if anyone was gonna make it through Casa, it was you two, so it’s a real twist in the villa now.”

You press your lips together, slowly letting your lower lip press further into your mouth as you start to gnaw on it softly. You know that your lip gloss is being smudged, but you’re not sure that you can just listen to Luca tell you all of the good parts about you and Harry.

You just respond with, “Yeah. Me too.”

“He talked about you a lot before he left, said you grounded him. Said it felt different with you—dunno, obviously he kept choosing you and you kept choosing him.”

You look over, surprised at Luca’s comments and allowing them to settle on you for a moment. “I mean it’s all talk though, isn’t it? He still brought her back.”

Luca nods, taking a sip of his drink before he adds, “I mean, but then… I dunno. Something changed. Tash walked into Casa and it was like—”

He stops himself for a minute, realizing he may have over-spoke. His voice got quiet, and he looked back up at you for a moment.

“Like what?” you ask, though you’re not sure you want the answer. You squint at him softly, trying to act like you don’t need the information that may be withheld. “Go on—I need to know if he’s still not being honest.”

Luca exhales, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Like, I heard him make a comment where he wanted to remind himself that he could still pull, ‘cause I guess you two have been a thing since the beginning and it was just a game to him, or something. To pull Tash.”

“Did he say that?” You ask quickly, almost in awe of the fact that Luca would say that so openly, like he had been holding it in. The words slam into your chest at a frequency you weren’t aware of

Harry acted like what you had wasn’t real — just something to trade in for a quick ego boost and a pretty girl in Casa, which is exactly what he had been doing without you around.  Your hands start to tremble around your glass you had been holding, so you moved it between palms to ensure Luca didn’t see your shake.

Luca clocks the shift in your face, noticing immediately that your disappointment may have turned into a bit of anger now.

“Shit,” he says quickly. “I—I mean I don’t think he did it with bad intentions or anything,”

“No, it’s fine,” you cut in, standing up too fast. “You’re right. It makes sense now.”

Luca seems to have a bit of panic that he spoke far too much, “Hey—”

“I’m gonna pull him and clear some things up.”

You don’t wait for Luca to respond. You feel the walls closing in and you need answers — real ones, not just polite excuses and hollow regret that he tried to express. You find Harry near the outdoor kitchen, talking with Tash, who’s pretending not to glance at you every five seconds.

Your heart’s thudding so hard between your rubs that you barely hear your own voice speak out to him.

“Harry,” you say firmly, giving him a look, “can I pull you for a chat quickly?”

He looks up at you with a bit of surprise crossed over his features, maybe even hopeful, and nods without a word before following you.

He follows you toward the fire pit, where the embers are still burning. You take a seat at the benches and tuck your dress under your knees before you cross your legs and let him settle for a minute before you take in a deep breath before you say what you need to say.

“So, I hear that you had told some people in Casa,” you start, voice calm but breaking beneath, “that you felt different with me. That I grounded you. That what we had was real.”

He nods, a hesitant caution over him as he started to nod a bit in agreement. “Yeah, that’s true, I did.”

“But then I’m also told that you needed some reminder,” you say, looking him straight in the eyes, “why did you need to remind yourself that you could still pull?”

The color drains from his face when you keep speaking with a confidence; his eyes glance quickly away from you which is all that you need to know. You don’t even wait for his answer before continuing.

“Because that’s what you told the boys in Casa, isn’t it? That you walked into Casa, and you let yourself forget everything we had. Just so you could prove you still had game, and that pulling Tash was some kind of game to you. So, is it a connection or is it a game?”

Harry opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He licks over his lips and blinks a few times at the ground before he knits his brows together to try and come to a conclusion, but you can tell… he has nothing else to say.

You shake your head, blinking fast to keep the tears from falling.

“For the record, I was never holding you back, Harry. You didn’t need to pull. You just needed to stay.”

He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak again, trying to reach for your hand. You pull back almost like his hand was on fire.

“I need to know if this was ever real for you. Or if I was just something steady until someone shinier walked in, because if that’s the case, I’m not even mad—I’m just over it and done.”

Harry’s mouth opens like he wants to argue — like he’s searching for some excuse to protect himself.

“I can understand that what you’re hearing may be hurtful, but that’s not fair,” he says, voice clipped. “You’re twisting it into something different than what it was.”

You blink slowly. “Am I? That’s not what it sounds like from what I’m hearing—unless you’re just lying.”

Harry runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. His jaw is clenched, his chest rising and falling faster and you can tell that he’s trying to make sense of it all.

“I didn’t plan to connect with her, alright? It wasn’t like that. It was just—Casa messes with your head, and I was making a joke about the fact that I hadn’t really pulled girls in the villa since you and I were so strong—it had nothing to do with our connection or the fact that I was bored.”

“Well, you kissed her in the Hideaway,” you say flatly, arms folded across your stomach like you’re trying to hold yourself together. “You don’t just end up there by accident, and I think it sounds a lot more than just pulling for the game.”

He exhales sharply, turning back to you. His voice rises a little.

“I was trying to figure it out! Everyone was telling me to explore, test things. I didn’t want to look like an idiot if you’d cracked on, too, which I know you did.”

You laugh once, short and disbelieving as you squint at him. “So, you did it to protect yourself—called her naughty and trouble.”

He hesitates for a moment; you can tell that he doesn’t want to lie, but doesn’t want to make anything worse, and then, softer: “Yeah. Maybe I did. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal here. I always had the intention of coming back to you here.”

That silence after his words lands like a brick. You look at him, and for a second, just a second, he sees it. The way your lip trembles at his words, and the way that your eyes are glassy with the recognition that he had hurt you. The way you’re so tired of fighting for something he already threw away. You don’t even know if you want to fight for it anymore.

Harry softly closes his eyes as he shakes his head and rests his elbows on his knees. “I didn’t—I’m just sorry. What we had wasn’t made up or fake or whatever—these past weeks weren’t just thrown away.”

You nod once, solidified in his statement with a simple statement of your own. “It might not’ve been fake. But it stopped being real the second you let her kiss you.”

That hits him almost like a bullet, so he breathes in slowly. And something in him starts to fold.

“I didn’t stop thinking about you,” he says, voice is soft to keep it between you both as he shakes his head as if he can’t believe that you’re having this conversation. “Even when I was with her, even when I was doing all that stupid flirting —"

You look at him, and for a moment you’re not angry anymore.

“You knew it would hurt me,” you whisper staring at your hands, “and you did it anyway.”

Harry’s eyes shine. “I know. I know I did. And—and I was selfish.”

“I don’t even know how to be mad anymore,” you murmur, staring at the ground. “I feel stupid. And empty. And I don’t want to cry over someone who didn’t choose me.”

Harry moves towards you on the bench, looking down at you before he lets his shoulders drop.

“I did choose you—I always chose you, but” he says, quietly desperate. “I just… didn’t respect you, and I’m sorry.”

You look at him through blurred eyes, but you can’t let the tears fall because you don’t want to give it more energy than it’s worth anymore. “Then why does it feel like you didn’t?”

He doesn’t have an answer for you, so he looks away with his tail between his legs and wants to speak but decides against it. You press your fingers under your eyes to not ruin your makeup, swallowing a sob as you look away from him.

And neither of you says anything more. Because maybe for the first time since this whole thing began, he understands that he broke something he might not be able to put back together. The silence has stretched too long as you sit there.

Harry is still crouched next to you but keeps a look on his face that he still has more to say, lips parted like he might speak — but he doesn’t. You can feel it by the way that he rubs his palms over his pants and looks away. There’s still something he’s not saying. You blink slowly, jaw tight before you swallow.

“Did you sleep in the same bed as her?”

His eyes flick away for a split second, and that’s all you need. That was the confirmation that you needed.

“Harry,” you say, louder now, standing up. “Did you sleep in bed with her?”

Nothing-- there’s nothing for him to say because he’s not going to lie to you, which makes this feel even worse in the moment.

You let out a sharp breath and shake your head. “Right.”

And then, before he can move or follow or stop you, you stand quickly from your spot on the bench and walk across the patio, heels clicking against the pavement as you make your way back to where a smaller group sits.

The rest of the villa is scattered — Ella and Tiana are on some loungers by the pool, the boys are grouped near the kitchen, and Tash is sitting on the edge of a daybed, twisting her hair around her finger, laughing at something Mitch is saying.

She looks up just in time to see you walking straight for her. The air has a bit of a shift when you realize that the villa is watching you walk to her, angrily away from Harry. Harry starts to follow you when he realizes that you are going towards Tash, he stops in his tracks.

Tash’s smile towards Mitch drops when she sees you approaching.

“Hey,” she says, cautious. You don’t waste time; your time has been wasted enough these past few weeks.

“Did you and Harry sleep in the same bed in Casa?”

The villa goes dead silent, almost like everyone had been waiting for the ball to drop and for you to have some sort of crash out.

Tash blinks, sitting up softly like she’s trying to think about what she needs to say to make her not seem like the bad guy. “What?”

“It’s a simple question, Tash, really—I’m not here to bullshit you or be mad at you because I know you’re just coming into Casa, but I just have to know because while I was making connections in Casa I was being respectful and staying out of other men’s beds because I had already made a connection here, so I just want to know.”

Tash hesitates for a moment, glances past you — toward Harry, who’s now standing with Ella and Johnny near the kitchen. Then she lifts her chin with a confidence that you appreciate.

“Yeah,” she says, a bit meek but you disregard that. “We did—just the last two nights.”

You close your eyes for half a second before you realize that you have nothing to be mad about—he’s not yours anymore, and you don’t want him. The girls react instantly; Mitch looks between the two of you like he was just there to settle if something went down.

“What the fuck,” Ella mutters under her breath. She looks at Harry before he rolls his eyes and exhales like he couldn’t believe that this had become his life.

Mitch whistles, biting on his lip as he runs a hand down his face.

You nod once, like you’ve just confirmed something you already knew, “Cool—I appreciate the honesty.”

Then you turn to walk back to where Harry is standing with Ella and Johnny; Harry’s watching from a few feet away, face pale, jaw set. You meet his eyes with a hurt that you hadn’t really felt before.

“You couldn’t even say it,” you say, voice shaking. “You let her do it for you, you’re such a fucking bullshitter.”

Harry runs a hand through his hair, muttering, “It wasn’t like that.”

You fold your arms, raising your voice at him. “It was exactly like that. You cuddled up with her at night and kissed her in the Hideaway like I wasn’t lying in bed alone thinking about you so you can get your dick up? Fucking prick.”

You can see the guilt and the remorse that crosses his face because he knows exactly what you were referring to; you two had been intimate together, and while it was still Love Island, it still hurt to know that he had decided to lay in another bed with another girl doing who knows what.

But it’s not enough to watch him feel guilty. Instead, you walk back across the villa, past every stunned face, every wide eye, and back to the daybed where Tiana’s already holding a space for you to sit down, where you can keep your shoulders back and your chin high.

You might be heartbroken, but you are not small.

{NARRATOR}

Well, that escalated quickly, didn’t it? One question turned into a full-blown villa bombshell — and it looks like Harry has finally realized what it means to fumble the bag in front of everyone. Looks like the only thing he can pull now is his hair out!

The girls are gathered in the dressing room, the air heavy and quiet with some sort of exhaustion from the sun and complete heartbreak from the fact that this could have happened to any of them. It was just a half-circle of crossed legs, red-rimmed eyes, and half-sipped glasses of water nobody really wanted.

You’re sitting on the edge of a chair, fingers clenched in your lap, hair still half-curled from earlier when you thought tonight might be fun or you might feel better about your connection.

Ella’s next to you; Tiana’s perched on the counter; Jess sits with her back against the vanity; Megan is sat at her vanity space. With another beat, all of you watch as Tash walks in last.

There’s a pause — thick enough to cut. She stands in front of the group, eyes flicking between everyone, but then settling on you.

“Can I sit?” she asks, gently, almost like she was hoping you would just yell at her instead of being nice; it may make her feel less shitty about her experience, but instead you just nod once.

She lowers herself onto the bench across from you, tucking her legs beneath her.

“I just wanna say something, okay? No drama, just… girl to girl,” She looks around at everyone, her voice a bit weary as she starts to speak again.

You don’t respond. You’re staring at the floor, jaw tight, heart pounding at what else she could reveal to you.

“I didn’t come in trying to wreck anything,” Tash continues, “Y’know, I liked Harry. He was flirty, yeah, but he never mentioned you in a way that made it feel closed off—like I knew he was in a connection, but I guess he just flirted with me more than he should have.”

Jess shifts uncomfortably. Tiana shoots a look toward Ella, but no one says anything.

“And I get it now,” Tash says. “I didn’t realize how deep it was with you two. I wouldn’t have gone there if I knew, truly.” She swallows and licks over her lips as she shakes her head. “But I didn’t kiss him thinking I was stealing someone’s boyfriend, you know what I mean?”

Still, you say nothing. The room is quiet as they’re waiting for you to speak.

Tiana shakes her head instead before taking the initiative, “It’s just muggy, innit? Like he knew that was going to humiliate Y/N and did it anyways, you know.”

“I just think the bed thing was mad disrespectful,” Ella says with no disregard, “Like, just knowing the context of it all—I don’t know.”

“I just feel like an idiot,” you say shrugging before you look up at Tash, “It’s fine. It’s not your fault—I get he wanted to test our connection, and he did it.”

You glance around the room, eyes darting like you’re trying to make sense of your own place here.

“I just feel stupid for trusting him so effortlessly. For sleeping alone every night, for saying no to other boys while he was cuddled up with you.”

Ella scoots closer, her hand brushing your back.

“I thought we were solid. I thought we were the couple people looked at and went, ‘Yeah, they’re real.’ And now?” Your voice catches as you start to take your makeup off with a wipe to try and hide the fact that tears are threatening, “I feel like a joke.”

Tash looks genuinely upset by the fact that she could have done something wrong. “You’re not. Honestly, I wouldn’t have—”

“I know,” you cut in, gently but firmly as you look at her. “I know you didn’t do it to hurt me—please don’t take it personally.”

You take a deep breath, but it doesn’t steady you. “It just hurts anyway.”

The girls all stay quiet as they begin to get ready for bed, and they know sometimes silence is safer than platitudes. Jess leans over and grabs a tissue, handing it to you.

“You don’t owe anyone forgiveness tonight,” Ella says softly, almost privately. “Not him. Not her. You just do what you need.” She glances toward Tash who’s started to look through her items to get ready for bed. “And to be fair, she showed up. That means something.”

You nod again, but your voice is barely there now.

“I just need to not feel like I got played.”

Tiana leans over from the counter, “Then don’t – you just need to feel like a girl who gave her heart to someone who didn’t know how to hold it because he’s a lad.”

You press the tissue to your face and smile, just slightly. The first honest thing you’ve felt in hours.

+++

The night’s gone quiet now, most of the girls have disappeared into the dressing room with Y/N when she started to walk off. Tash is nowhere to be seen, either, which gives Harry a bit of anxiety if he’s being honest. The fire pit crackles low in the background.

Harry sits on one of the beanbags, hunched forward, elbows on his knees, palms scrubbing over his face. Luca lounges next to him, arms behind his head, watching him with a slow, almost sympathetic blink.

Mitch and Ronan are there too, passing a bottle of water back and forth. No one says anything at first, the only thing heard is Harry exhaling loudly.

“You alright, bruv?” Luca asks quietly before glancing over at Harry.

Harry doesn’t look up. “No. Not really.”

Ronan whistles low. “Yeah… that was rough.”

Mitch nods, stretching out. “She looked gutted, man. Like properly heartbroken.”

Harry finally sits back, dragging his hands down his face, “I didn’t think it would get that bad—I’m honest to God, I didn’t think that the bed thing would come up.”

Luca shrugs, letting an arm rest behind his head. “I don’t think you were thinking at all.”

That lands to hurt him like a jab, and Harry is silent.

Ronan, trying to soften the blow, leans forward and shakes his head to try and make sense of what Harry did, “Look, Casa was a head-fuck. You get in your own head. Everyone’s buzzing around saying ‘test the connection,’ and you start convincing yourself it’s what you should do—and to be fair, Tash came onto you very strongly.”

Mitch chimes in, “Yeah. Like, I see both sides. You didn’t do anything that loads of lads haven’t done in there. But—”

He glances toward the villa. “It seemed that you had something real with her, like more than that sexual chemistry, you know.”

Harry nods slowly, contemplating what he had in front of him. “I know.”

Luca gestures vaguely. “And Tash? I mean… she’s sound. Not the one you’ve been sleeping next to since day one. Not the one who never cracked on, either.”

Harry’s eyes flick up. “That’s the part that’s killing me, you know? I kept thinking, what if she was moving mad on her end? What if I came back looking like a mug?”

The boys know that there was the potential to have this moment; there had to be communication, and they knew that Harry felt just as guilty, but scared that he was going to come back to Y/N also testing the connection and keeping another guy there.

Ronan spoke up, “Mate, you came back with a girl. You can’t be shocked she’s stepped back at bit.”

Harry slumps back again, rubbing his chest like it physically aches. “I messed it. And now she’s looking at me like she doesn’t even know me.”

Luca shifts, arms crossed. “That’s what happens when you break someone’s trust. You don’t just get to explain it away.”

Harry nods again, slower this time. “I know.”

The boys sit with that for a moment.

Then Ronan, a little softer: “You think you’ll pull her back?”

Harry lets out a shaky breath, “I don’t know. I want to. I’d drop everything with Tash tonight if it meant I could fix it with her. But… I think she’s already gone in her head so I’m like… I don’t want to mess shit up with Tash now if it’s really over for us. Because Tash is mad cool too.”

Mitch leans back, sighing. “Well, if you want to try — you better show her something real. No more flirting, no more excuses. Show her you mean it.”

Harry looks down at his hands, quiet. For once, he doesn’t have a comeback. There’s no jokes or smirks coming from him as he feels the sting in the back of his eyes. He’s just a boy who fumbled the one person who made this villa feel like something more than just a game.

The villa buzz has faded into soft rustling — hairbrushes against tangles, toothbrushes tapping against sinks, and the occasional low whisper between couples slipping under the duvet.

You’re in the dressing room with the girls, wiping off your makeup in silence while Ella hands you a clean face cloth. Tiana squeezes your shoulder on the way to the bedroom, but no one says much.

No one needs to say anything at all to excuse what’s happened and how it continues to move throughout the villa. There’s a dynamic switch that has happened, mostly because the individuals in the villa that saw a light in you both is now gone. The damage has already been done, and there is now a shift in the mood.

Cut to the main bedroom, where the lights are dimmed and the duvets are already turned down when the islanders start to move into the sheets. A few of the couples are climbing into bed, bare legs tangling beneath cool sheets.

Tash walks in quietly after putting on her pajamas and rinsing her face and taking off her makeup, pulling her long hair up into a bun. She pads over to her side of the bed, the bed that her and Harry will ultimately share tonight.

He’s already there, sitting on the edge, shirtless, elbows on knees as he faces away from her. She starts to lift the covers to move into her spot. He gently leans back and gives her a soft look as he rubs his hand down his jaw.

“Don’t take it personally, yeah? I’m gonna sleep alone in the Hideaway tonight.”

Tash blinks, confused at his words before he speaks again.

“Just for tonight. Think it’s better. Out of respect.”

She holds his stare for a second, then nods and doesn’t say anything more. She understand the consequences that sharing a bed tonight could have—also, it starts to affirm that she had come in at the wrong time.

You’re lying on your side, facing the room, back to Ella, eyes half-closed but not sleeping—you feel so exhausted but barely tired at all.

Harry’s sitting at the edge of his bed one minute, hoodie in hand, slides cover his feet as he just stands with a smooth and slow motion. He picks up his water bottle from the floor and walks toward the door. The click of it opening slices through the silence of the main bedroom.

A few heads lift instinctively at the sound, and seeing Harry leave the room without Tash. She covers herself back up in the blankets, but the other islanders watch.

Ella turns slightly in her bed; Luca glances over his shoulder to see the noise; Jess lifts her head halfway, brows furrowed.

Even you look up — just enough to track Harry’s silhouette slipping through the door.

You notice that Tash didn’t follow behind. But once he’s left there’s no awkward whispers or explanations or realizations. But everyone feels it, and no one says a word.

All you know is that he doesn’t want to share a bed with Tash tonight in front of you. The first respectful thing he’s done all night - you could argue.

[ahappydnp]

phil watches their videos when dans away? 🥺

yeah and it seems like it's a habit he picked up really early on that he still does ;____;

feb 2010- he tweeted that he was watching pinof (while dan was in india)

may 2010- phil adds bonus clips from pinof 2 to his united states of phil video (2:46) this was when he was in florida for 2 and a half weeks (aka the longest they'd be apart until 2022) so he might have been watching the footage on holiday

2016- in another sleepless night with phil he was rewatching their first sims video because he was "feeling nostalgic" (3:16) while dan was on holiday with his family

2022- when dan was on the american leg of WAD phil was randomly active on stereo for the first time since they stopped (x) so the assumption is he was listening to their stereo shows ;____;

[0vergrowngraveyard]

OK HEAR ME OUT!

Amy is Tails’ private barber ✂️🦊 (they have the same hair bangs)

yes 100% i love this idea

i love tails amy friendship sm they’re besties your honor

[eliisiconic]

Hey babe, just wanted to say I love your blog! Who are your favorite LOA blogs like the ones with amazing posts? Just the blogs you like and would recommend.

Aww thank you love! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

Okay I'm gonna list my favorite LOA bloggers :

@sairaverse (she was into loa then moved to non-dualism but her blog is soooo helpful).

@salemlunaa when I say her blog is everything you need, it's so amazing and pleasingly aesthetic, she have many motivational post.

@douyindoll her blog is just...wow, she explains the law so well, I really recommend her.

@etherepaar her blog is chef kiss, like literally she motivate me and her blog is so aesthetic.

@etherealkissed88 she's literally my role model, like her posts are the most helpful out there, her aesthetic is so cute, and let's say she's a diva.

@luckykiwiii101 she's not active, but her masterlist is sooo helpful, her posts are so well written and you'll understand the law in no time.

@piercedblunt her posts, her documents, I can't help but thank her for taking the time to explain the law, she's amazing.

@psycheandmind her posts are..iconic, I have nothing to say, she's a diva.

@love4ng1e her posts, her blog and her theme are just pleasant to the eye, I really recommend reading her posts.

@therealitysculptor she's not active anymore, but if you have any questions you'll find them answered there. She's my favorite.

@ogprettyprincess I like her posts, they're so aesthetic and helpful.

@whiteobsidian her posts and her blog is chef kiss, you'll find her loa guide.

@nymphaura777 my Shayla, her posts are sooooo helpful, like if you have any questions you'll find answers there.

@nailisaa she's not active anymore, but her posts are still legendary.

@patheticpoems they don't have many posts but they're very helpful, really recommend them.

@itsrlymine all I have to say is, she's iconic and a diva, her posts are literally so honest direct and blunt, you'll get the final call instantly, I love her sm.

@emmanation our dear Emma, she had posts about the law but she deactivated, you can find them here.

@suestrellalunar her posts are so cute and helpful, I realllyyyy recommend them.

@princessaffirms her posts are sooo amazing, if you are a logical person her posts are for you, and her vibe is sooo cute and aesthetic.

@n1k0laa5 this person is so amazing, his motivational posts are so helpful and he'll give you the wake up call.

@angelsafa this angel, the sweet angel, she's so cute! She manifested her dream life through the void and she have many helpful posts about the law, really really recommend her.

@justmanifestit her posts are just sooo helpful and you'll understand loa and the 3d more, love you queen!

@manifestingitgurlll my love, my sweet angel, I love you sm, like literally you're the reason that made me realize why I'm not getting my manifestation, and the ego posts were a wake up call for me.

@riemanifests her posts are so much helpful and amazing, like I really recommend you to check their blog.

@sourappl3s my cutie! She's amazing and sweet, she's the one who made me realize how the law is easy and all you need is to just decide and know that it's yours.

@girlyassumes her posts are just chef kiss <3 like the way she put her time to write all that out, like girl you're a legend.

@madebynarii like girl you're slaying with that theme, I love Sabrina carpenter, her posts are so helpful and aesthetic.

@mercifulstate she's not active anymore, but I her theme and blog is iconic, I really recommend you to check them, their posts are so motivational and informal.

@luvmanifesting she's my favorite, she's a void state blogger aka "pure consciousness" I really recommend you to check them out.

@4dbeingguide her posts are so informative, they made me realize how much the 3d is an illusion, 100 % recommend.

@doemanifests my Shayla, she's so aesthetic and her blog is so diva, her masterlist is so informative, 100 % recommend.

@b4ddprincess her blog is so amazing, her posts are about "how to induce pure consciousness" you can also find loa posts there, 100 % recommend.

I think that all?

Xoxo, Eli

[diaryofababybunny]

please feel free to send asks! i’d love to be open and maybe tell a bit about myself 🥰

questions I think would be fun to be asked

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

show us a picture of your handwriting?

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

what made you start your blog?

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

what scares you the most and why?

any reacquiring dreams?

tell a story about your childhood

would you say you’re an emotional person?

what do you consider to be romance?

what’s some good advice you want to share?

what are you doing right now?

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

name 3 things that make you happy

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

favourite thing about the day?

favourite things about the night?

are you a spiritual person?

say 3 things about someone you love

say 3 things about someone you hate

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

fave season and why?

fave colour and why?

any nicknames?

do you collect anything?

what do you do when you’re sad?

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

are you messy or organised?

how many tabs do you have open right now?

any hobbies?

any pet peeves?

do you trust easily?

are you an open book or do you have walls up?

share a secret

fave song at the moment?

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

any bad habits?

(this post was stolen from @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak, since it couldn't be reblogged anymore)

[the-rouxls-kaard-official]

Have you paid those shadowguys yet

[justladders]

I have GOT to get to a skill level where I can draw your springtrap straddling Y/N. Augh. Ough.

(Not explicit, just love the image of huge grumpy guy straddling tiny person lmao)

Fun fact: You don't have to be a certain skill level to draw something. You can just draw it regardless. No one would ever be able to start drawing if they had to be a certain skill level to start, because that's not how learning works, and people that tell you that are elitist.

Another fun fact: You don't have to make something that's for you also have to appeal to someone else. Like, size diff stuff is always fun like anon said, but here I just exaggerated the size diff, because who's gonna stop me? This is for me. If anon wants to also make theirs suggestive, then they can, because it's for them.

[read-marx-and-lenin]

what are the problems of anarchism?

Well, Marxists throughout history have made many critiques of anarchism, so it's probably best to start with them. Of note:

I would like to make a note here: it is often assumed among "left unity" types that anarchists and Marxists both agree that their goal is to abolish the state. I have made this mistake in the past. This is not the case. Lenin reiterates in State and Revolution Engels' assertion that the state in and of itself cannot be abolished; that the successful overthrow of the bourgeois state by the proletariat must necessarily lead to a proletarian state (dictatorship of the proletariat) that suppresses and eliminates the remnants of bourgeois power and influence so as to safeguard the gains of the proletariat (this chapter in Foundations of Leninism outlines this process succinctly.) Only once the bourgeoisie are totally and utterly made impotent in every corner of the world can the state begin to wither away.

Stalin as well observes in Anarchism or Socialism that anarchists assert that the liberation of the individual is necessary for the liberation of the masses, whereas Marxists assert that the liberation of the masses is necessary for the liberation of the individual. I would add here that anarchists assert that the abolition of the state is necessary for the liberation of the proletariat from capitalism; that the state is the primary impediment to human progress, while Marxists assert that the liberation of the proletariat from capitalism is necessary for the abolition of the state; that capitalism is the primary impediment to human progress.

The anarchists and the Marxists then have two different goals here: the anarchists seek to abolish the state, with the liberation of the proletariat as a secondary effect. The Marxists seek to liberate the proletariat, with the abolition of the state as a secondary effect. Both sides believe the other to have inverted the necessary sequence of events and committed fundamental mistakes in their analysis, and so their approaches necessarily contradict one another and the two camps inevitably come into conflict.

[justtluvrr]

HI QUEEN I NEED LIKE SUPPERRR LONGGG SOPHIA RECS HOPEDULLY 10k+ WORDS 🤭🤭🤭

you had me digging through my memory and my following to find these masterpieces ! you came to right place baby 😁 youre either going to cry an ocean or jump for joy hehe

save a horse, ride a cowgirl by @neoplatinum -- babe THIS SHIT IS PHENOMENAL. (two parts) 😜

i can feel death, see its beady eyes by @rosachae -- this played out LITERALLY like a movie in my head (two parts)

your song by @helioooss -- im speechless. speechless. (heres part 2)

puppy love by @zuhaism -- i have read this 3x and im still not over it (TWO PARTS YES YES YES)

i'll envy even the earth that wraps your body by @cinnamanz -- this fic made me feel so much its unreal like this is chef's kiss mhm

love me like a sailor by @edamameiyok -- when i tell you i was crying and sobbing for DAYS bc i kept reading and remembering this fic...

unexpected hello, unwanted goodbye by @cineatros -- who is cutting onions blasting a fan in my face and playing paubaya by moira like 😭

rose by @thecchiiiiiiii -- i felt every emotion every word every action every feeling in this. absolute cinema (two parts)

call me sirene by @ssivinee -- FINGERLICKING GOOD SCRUMDILLICIOUS YES ABWD

hopefully i got this right for you anon and all the 10K+ fic lovers for sophia out there

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

I absolutely LOVED your yan concubine! I would love to hear more about him! Anything you’re interested in sharing or maybe his relationship with reader after he disfigured her? Maybe his relationship/ how he acts with the emperor and how he plans to over throw the palace? Only if you’re interested ! I love your stories and can’t wait to read more

I am so very much torn between saying everything now or showing it later, anon, so here's a little drabble for your sake xxx

Interlude- Yandere Concubine x Fem reader

Contains- threats of violence, self destructive behaviour, forced dependency, possessive and obsessive behaviour

Other servants who had the misfortune of being disfigured or disabled by their masters were sent far away from any public jobs, relegated to where their appearance would not put off any noble from their dinner. You wouldn't be so lucky, rather it seems now he is much more willing to parade you about. Knowing that everyone else only looks at you with pity or disgust reflecting in their eyes, unable to stop staring at the cruel and puckered crescent that lays across your cheek. You tried to wear a veil outside, for everyone else's comfort if not yours, a cumbersome swatch of silk that did nothing to obscure your face from anyone who looked too close. Eventually you found it burnt to bits in the fireplace, and you made no move to replace it.

He made it almost a point at first to hide your appearance from you, covering up any large mirrors with heavy cloth, confiscating his multiple handheld ones and locking them away. The only idea you had around your appearance was when you'd unbind the bandages to feel around your face, trying to figure out where the creator begins and ends. Picking at it until the blood would flow again and he would roll over in bed to grab your arms and hush you. That he of all people found you to be perfect and good and kind, so why isn't that enough for you to understand why he did this. He lost patience when he found you one night with shattered glass before you and the bandage torn to pieces, when you flinched as he approached you. Anger overtaking him as he grabbed you by the hair forcing you to meet his eyes properly as he snarls.

“Did you want me to let him take you? To tear you in two over and over, because he likes to break pretty things down between his teeth!” He yanks harder until you feel hair separate from your scalp and you howl, but he just continues,“I don't understand you! This is to protect you! If he did anything I'd kill the bastard do you understand? I can take it but you can't even take my protection!” He screams at you, his pupils dilated with frantic mania, slowly he settles as he lets go of your head to see the strands still wrapped around his fingers.

“I thought I could protect you by making you be known as mine,” his hands shake as he wraps them over your shoulders “but that isn't enough to keep you safe, so I ruined you before someone else could. I will not apologise for that.” He brings you closer against his chest, kneeling amongst the mirror shards scattered about on the floor catching the glint of your tears in the low light of the lanterns. You just say nothing, what is there to even say? He is right, you would never survive if the emperor took a fancy to you. Now you would never be able to survive without him, because who would ever want you when your appearance is so marred by his supposed protection. So you just slump, motionless as he rubs the apothecary's balm in slow circular motions. Affixing the bandages carefully in place.

“If you remove this once more and pick at your poor face I'll have to bind your hands until you allow this to heal.” The admonishment is gentle but you know full well he means those words seriously as he kisses your face with all the tenderness you've never had. In truth you don't understand his affections, why he would go to such lengths to protect you and keep you by his side. Perhaps it is because in this palace where everything he has is dependent on the emperor's pleasure, you are the one thing he can call his. A servant girl snatched from her village and sold to the palace, you're loyal to him yes. Because loyalty keeps you alive,keeps you clothed and fed. You're not so much a fool to bite the only hand that has chosen to feed you when all others won't hesitate to beat.

So you let him preen over you, he's much more willing to beautify you now that no one will spare you a second glance. When you first came to the palace you had a hope, most serving girls are let go once they have reached the end of their contracts. You couldn't read the numbers but you thought if you kept your head down and saved your pay, in a couple years you would be back home like nothing happened. What hope is able to be left when you're sat in the prized concubines lap as he pours his prized oils onto your hair, a silent apology for the strands he ripped out earlier. It seems as though now he guards what's left of your beauty just as much as his. In truth, while he may look at you with a flicker of guilt there is no remorse in his heart, he would do it again if he felt he must. The real question would be how far would he go before he'd be secure in your supposed safety?

He hasn't touched you yet, you know it's a matter of time or a strong bottle of wine before he makes the choice to deflower you and ruin you more for any other hands but his to hold. But until then, you will wake sometimes in the night, wondering where his familiar warmth went and wandering barefoot on the cold floor . Finding him deliberating amongst letters and scrolls scattered around him. Since that night, when he took the knife to your face, he's had a fervour with his plans, pulling the net tight around the emperor before you become threatened again. When he sees you in the shadow of the doorway, he only just sighs and gathers everything together before storing it underneath the floor tiles. There's no fear you would discover anything. You don't even know the characters that make up your own name. He merely takes you back to bed with him, holding you so firmly as though you'd be ripped away should he sleep too deeply.

[mwrath]

This is your internet checkpoint :

Tell me the last time your voice broke seconds away from a mental breakdown ?

How do the things you love the taste of changed over the years ?

If you can redo it all over would you redo it at all ?

play ⏯️ the track you can't stop playing.

Try to befriend a black crow 🐦‍⬛

[doodle-bunstel]

Does Jax even know how fine he is vro😞 (i can't stop thinking abt the way you draw him it's literally perfect)

I think he's pretty aware, anon