man. remember when i was like 15 and my blog thesis was "repeatedly denying that obviously abusive behaviors are abusive bc the abuser is mentally ill and saying it's ableist to call it what it is is probably a bad take to have fiction or not bc u internalize that shit and it could make ur or other ppl not able to see that theyre being victimized" And remember when i was 16 and started dating my ex and was still actively engaging in that discourse hearing that rhetoric every single day so when my ex started being straight up awful towards me i was like Well shes mentally ill so it should be okay right like i'm probably just being ableist And then i stayed in that relationship fgor twice as long as i wouldve if i hadnt been absorbing that shit like a mentally ill sponge. sort of vindicating in retrospect if i look past how deeply infuriating it is. i was fucking right the whole time my ex didnt even have to gaslight me i had anonymous asks on tumblr dot com doing that
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I think it’s really interesting how in fanfiction, when a character is trans, their deadname or new name tends to be very similar to their canon name (ex: Peter & Penny), when I have never once met a trans person who has chosen a name that can resemble their deadname. Anyone with a boring/common deadname now has a wild name, and anyone with an unusual name is now just another person with the most common name on earth.
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Making the annual "Merry Christmas"/"happy holidays" posts this year is just wild for me. There is a fucked up war in Ukraine and an outright genocide in Palestine. America, a major world power, is falling apart at the seams and is attempting to silence and remove its own people, along with its own democracy. Neonazis were allowed to roam the streets. North Korea is testing more and more missiles. It feels like the beginnings of world war 3, and meanwhile, all of us are expected to go about our daily lives. A lot has happened in my personal life on top of that, including leaving my job when management went to actual shit, so one can imagine what it's like living as a young woman in 2023.
Christmas hasn't felt like Christmas in a while. As a kid, I woke up to abuse every Christmas morning, but it still felt more like Christmas than it does now. It hasn't felt like Christmas since before COVID, to be honest, but this year takes the cake for an unexciting Christmas morning. There's no anticipation, there is only me going through the motions as innocents are killed in Palestine en masse. There isn't any buzzing anticipation, there's just a sense of time flying by with a side of dread regarding what will happen because America's politicians won't get their heads out of their asses so that they can have the sense to stop supporting genocidal actions. To be frank, I feel like the only thing stopping American politicians from supporting Russia's actions is the heavy anti-communist agenda America has always had in the name of freedom and democracy for cishet neurotypical white men. If America had any political agendas in Russia, I'm fairly certain that America would be supporting its invasion of Ukraine too, along with the bullshit Israel is pulling.
Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas. It hasn't in a while, but I'm really getting that this year.
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Thinking about an RP that would be a dream birth scenario that would combine a bunch of my kinks— surprise multiples, stomach problems, excessive waters, inconvenient timing and location, slightly public but with a very supportive partner, etc…
Like, maybe it's Thanksgiving, Christmas, some kind of big holiday. The carrier and their partner were picked to host because they inherited a nice house that's a decent size enough for everyone in the family to come by. Some people who flew in are staying at the house, others are out further in town. The house is a bit further out, sorta in the middle of nowhere, on a gorgeous piece of land.
The carrier is absolutely massive, and has been dealing with braxton hicks for weeks. The partner worries, but the carrier insists it will be fine. It's not like anyone has tickets that are refundable, anyway— they're already arriving! The food is all getting brought in and cooked, everyone is chatting. It's the sort of chaotic that normally comes from family gatherings, typical spats and drama, but of course, still enjoyable to see everyone.
The carrier wants to be a good host, because it's their first year married to their partner and they want to make a good impression as a couple. However, all of the different smells of the kitchen have been throwing them off, and they start feeling crampy and nauseous. By the time dinner is ready, they convince themself they're just hungry, and they have two helpings of food, enjoying a hearty meal.
However, not even an hour after the meal, when everyone is talking about dessert and mingling, the carrier feels absolutely shaky and sick to their stomach. Something is very wrong, and they're starting to wish they hadn't ignored it. They're zoning out in the living room mid-conversation when someone asks what's wrong— and with a lurch, they grab the nearest receptacle and lose the contents of their holiday dinner. Immediately, all eyes are turned to the commotion— only to be further shocked when with a nervous moan, the carrier's water breaks all across the floor.
The family is immediately trying to figure out what to do— but with a massive rainstorm outside, holiday traffic, and crashes across the roads all leading to the house, there's no chance of an ambulance getting there in time. The carrier is mortified and their partner immediately ushers them to their shared bedroom for some privacy.
With the intensity of birth clashing with forcing down such a big meal, the carrier is sick as a dog, the symptoms almost like food poisoning as they feel the baby descend. They're trying to stay calm, but not succeeding, and the family can hear their laboring cries through the walls. The family wants to help, but the carrier is too embarrassed to want to be seen by anyone, so they try to avoid anyone except their partner having eyes on them.
By the time the baby arrives, there's a collective sigh of relief, thinking the chaos is over, and some of the family wanting to meet the baby— of course, no one was expecting the contractions to be anything more than the placenta. But when the carrier is still letting out pained moans, a breech baby begins to descend, panic returns in full force.
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Tiso catches what he thinks is a hallucination of his dad, but a completely different species.
Might’ve been a miscommunication here? (and forgive me if I’m wrong here) A Moth in Hisui uses my Gijinka universe entirely - I’ve just not got consistent rules as to what is a gijinka version and what isn’t of the original bugs- I’ve got a garpede that did get humanised and some garpede’s aren’t. Like Tiktiks and Crawlids just aren’t full stop - but some Deepnest spiderings are like - inconsistently? Humanised? But yeah - it’s a human Tiso seeing a human Markoth - not an ant lad thinking he’s seeing some weird doppelgänger of his moth dad skdjskdjskjds
All the same - Tiso gets a glimpse of his dad with some funky creatures and convinces himself he’s having the weirdest dream. Because what the fuck are half those creatures?? Is that Markoth?? Surely not wtf is he wearing-
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