#feel comfortable in my own skin again

[satoumafuyuss]

saw something on youtube that bothered me a lot so excuse a bit of a rant

I really don't understand people who claim to be trans allys who turn around and call neopronouns "weird". They always say something like "I'll still use them if it's what the person wants but, its really weird." As if that's okay?? Without a SECOND of research into what neopronouns even are. "what's wrong with she, he or them?" idk man, maybe cause those don't always line up with a persons very personal experience with their gender identity and how they wish to be addressed?

You cannot claim to be a trans ally and then call ANY of us "weird" or "cringe". Conservatives want us ALL dead, not just me, a neopronoun user, ALL OF US. If you can't accept queer people BEING QUEER then you're not supporting us you are only tolerating us.

[greenlaut]

anatomy of an assassin

[jihyo-x]

I love my body idc!!!! I'm fat who cares it's cute as shit!! weeee

[blackh0letempest]

To the kids currently going through abuse from their parents, keep pushing forward. You will get out. You will. It feels huge, it's a lot to think about. You will probably make mistakes. But there is not a single living independent adult that hasn't made mistakes in handling their finances, taking care of themselves, etc. The sooner you get out, the sooner you can start to learn who you are when you aren't being abused, and that self is deeply worth knowing. You are worth the effort.

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

A list of very superficial things I have been feeling about my body lately: in no particular order

- I really miss having long hair. I miss how pretty it made me feel. And as liberating as shaving my head was, I’m ready to have long hair again and feel pretty. (Not to say that you can’t be pretty with short or shaved hair)

- I hate talking about this one because I don’t feel like I have the right to: but my weight goes up and down so much and lately it’s been going up and I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been and I don’t like it. And it’s been really hard to look back at old pictures of myself and not wish for that body. But like I’m trying to make peace with the fact that my body will look different at 30 then it did when I was 19 or 20 or even 25

- I have been having the worst breakouts and I’ve been so aware and insecure about it and I kinda lowkey hate my skin and have been fighting with it so much.

-I’ve been struggling to feel good in clothing or even solid in my style anymore (mostly because of weight gain) but like I just don’t feel good in anything I wear right now.

[burningcomputerpersona]

I'm spending a year out of my comfort zone I don't think I've ever been comfortable in my life Or my own skin So I spent a decade painting myself blue Running from any hint of the truth: I'm far too old to complain about dying alone When I've been the way I've been

[apocalypticdemon]

So anxious I can't sleep. Forgot to buy a parking pass for school. Went to the office. They said they gave me a spot. No charges on my account indicating I got the spot. No confirmation email. Not confident I actually have a place to park. Can't fucking afford to pay for parking every day. Don't know where any good parking near the university even is bc nobody will tell me fucking anything. Don't know what to do if I don't have a garage space. School starts on Monday. I am Suffering and would like for it to stop happening

[euthymiya]

Not that I’m happy in the slightest that so many of you feel unheard about your sexualities but. I do think it’s nice that you (and I) now feel a lot less alone so 💖 hugging you all very tightly!

[mangopit]

i think this will make the girlies mad but it is simply my subjective truth. it is my ick and imo a red flag if someone must look good always, all the time. if you are unable to be seen in public or on social media without flattering clothing/makeup, i think you care too much about surface level things to be my close friend. like maybe you're insecure about something and trying to hide it. but ultimately my view is that your approach to things that unnerve you is one of avoidance and deflection, and that is a friend red flag to me

[hopewrought]

Thinking about how the 'current' year in the dragon age timeline is implied to be 9:52 (courtesy of a short story referring to 9:22 as being 30 years ago) which would make bethany 41. Though I'm pretty sure she will never appear in any of the games again, just imagining her being able to mature and age and the journey she could be having, makes me smile.

[poisoncupids]

say what u want about it but jiper really is for people who didn't know they were gay until after the majority of their teen years

[savage-rhi]

💙🫂

[angelhound]

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[sludgeguzzler]

i DO am aromantic now btw

[theophagie-remade]

Extremely cringy that Symptoms get worse when they go ignored

[shegetsburned]

obsessed with sukuna who’s inexplicably fascinated by the way you sleep. <𝟑

he does watch you from time to time but you never realize it. not in a creepy way, but more in a curious one. he mostly wonders why you seem to feel so relaxed in his presence, considering he strikes fear into the soul of anyone he comes upon— but not you. there’s something about you. something deeply annoying.

you’re cutely tucked between his sheets, a little drool dripping from your lips to the pillow. you’re completely relaxed, one naked leg sticks out of the covers while the sound of gentle little snores grace sukuna’s ears. defenseless and completely at his mercy but he finds nothing better to do than to stare.

he hasn’t touched you nor does he wish to disturb your sleep. it’s almost a whine of disgust that escapes his lips when you turn in your sleep and snuggle the pillow which smells just like him. you’re so insufferably adorable. sukuna’s fascinated by the way your rested cheek against the pillow makes your lips puffier and the way your breath follows a particularly peaceful rhythm in unison with the movement of your chest.

little did you know, he’s been staring for hours. watching you unintentionally scratch your hair or tighten your grip around the pillow you’ve been hugging tightly against your chest. your hair’s a mess but it flows beautifully with the messy covers of sukuna’s bed and your mouth opens when you’ve finally reached a deeper state of sleep. he has watched every single one of your movements carefully and still cannot pinpoint the reason why he cannot stop staring.

maybe it’s the fact that you’ve confidently assured him hours prior that you’d never sleep in the company of someone like him. failing miserably when the softness of the sheets overcame your stubbornness. or maybe it’s the way you’ve tried reaching for him even through the night. he had every intention not to allow you to touch him, but the time finally came when he was asleep and your hand found its place on his chest, following the breathing of his burning heart.

remembering how careless you both were disgust him. allowing you to touch him is one thing— because, yes, he allowed you, but to occupy his every thought every since you met him is infuriating. he couldn't even catch a break when you were sleeping. there’s a reason why he felt the need to stay and, of course, he’d refuse to ever admit that he had gone soft on you.

no.

he wants you to be terrified of him. he wants you to fear his name and worship the ground he walks on. he wants to feed on your tears and delight himself on your cries.

does he, though?

"’kuna.."

here it is again. you’re mumbling his name in your sleep and it takes every fibre of his being not to shut you up. an irritation. an itch in his plan. that’s what you were. a nuisance he needed to take care of. his hand moves on its own towards your neck, pointy nails ready to tear your skin apart but seems to stop just over your jaw. an hesitant groan almost wakes you up before you’re lulled back to sleep with long digits simply grazing your cheek.

"shut it, woman."

and before you know it, he’s caging you in his arms, breathing pattern slowly synching with yours while his other hands cover both of your bodies under the warm blankets of his comfortable bed. he won’t let you go until he’s rested and the king of curses does need a exaggerated amount of sleep with you snuggled against his chest.

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