#men are assholes

[reverecurrent]

also i posted a cute little 4-pic collage of me in a tank top and knee length jean shorts on insta w a clairo song and thought it was cute just for this guy from back in france in uni to comment and say “you’ve lost weight right?” 🤡

[0girlhasnoname0]

I shall be a first choice or none at all.

I have dignity, self-respect and pride as well.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Idk if I should text him. Like I want to ask him something but he never replies and he says we will still talk. 🙄😒But I am always the one texting first and never getting a reply.

Also, I feel like if I don't text him he won't text at all, though he never responds he couldn't even reply to me when he said he couldn't make it. And he fucking texted me... like he could have called me. Idk its been a week I get he is busy but it would just be nice to feel wanted 🙃🥲

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Date rape.

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

[phillytranswoman]

Men are assholes

[angelcakestuff]

i am so fed up with men

there is/was this guy who i’ve been talking with for few months now and a couple days ago I told him how difficult it is to raise a child (I was babysitting my little brother while my mom and her bf went on a wellness getaway ((i was that nanny, tutor, housekeeper and cook/chef)) ) and I said that i don’t know if i want a child in the future and to this he replied with “not even ours? we could adopt a child and i (the guy who i’m talking to) would be dad and you would be pops”. He literally started talking about wanting to start a family with me and then the next day he fucking aired me, like what the actual fuck. we haven’t talked in days because he keeps leaving me on read/opened

i seriously don’t get it. i just wanna go to his house and beat some common sense into him and ughhh

[layla-keating]

DAISY JONES & THE SIX Episode 4: I Saw the Light

[daphnedolores]

men are greedy selfish pigs that deserve nothing

[boudicca]

comics have been going downhill ever since someone in the late 2000s decided that characters should stop being bitches and obnoxious assholes. peter parker is a nice guy. kate bishop is quirky. modern amadeus cho probably wouldn't even tell reed richards to kill himself. where is the bitchery? the cuntism? these days all we have is scott summers

[mostlikelyshutup]

these came to me in a dream

[snowdrop-yoongi]

my favorite thing about baek hyun-woo's portrayal is that he isn't even a loser. he's an incredibly cool and competent lawyer who also happens to act like a loser

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Humiliation.

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

Do I want Cherik to be real and be gay on screen? Yes!

But do I also want to slap Charles across the face and scream "Don't do it again, he's bad for you! Learn from your mistakes!" Absolutly!

[objection-u-a-bitch]

You need to unlearn your misandry before you can be a proper ally and advocate for marginalised people. Because some of you like to deny it, but your distrust and hatred of men intersects with every marginalisation out there, while you're out here pretending that men can't be oppressed.

You don't trust a black man, you hold your purse a little tighter when one walks by, you cross the street to avoid him? Congratulations, you just perpetuated racism.

You don't trust a Jewish man, you won't let him express his Jewishness around you, you regard his kippah with fear? Congratulations, you just perpetuated antisemitism.

You don't trust a disabled man, you mock him for his awkwardness and hate him for trying to talk to you? Congratulations, you just perpetuated ableism.

You don't trust a trans man, you refuse to listen when he shares his experiences with misogyny or claim he betrayed women by transitioning? Congratulations, you just perpetuated transphobia.

You don't trust a fat man, you insult his appearance and mock him for trying to find a girlfriend? Congratulations, you just perpetuated fatphobia.

I could go on but I think my point is clear. You cannot separate your hatred of men from your oppression of marginilised groups, and to be a proper ally to any group you HAVE to unlearn it. I don't care if the patriarchy traumatised you. It has traumatised all of the men you hate too. So be better.

[viviaj]

you’re housing a glass of something brown.

it’s definitely alcohol and it’s definitely strong. which isn’t surprising, since it’s kiyoomi’s.

kiyoomi is tall amongst his team mates. black slacks and a black shirt loosely tucked in to his frame; he looks vampiric as his skin glows in the shitty house-party lights.

his waist is slimmer than the other’s around him. the curve of his shoulders into his stomach and down to his hip bones are perfect.

you watch him snort and cover his mouth as he laughs at something, quickly waving it off as shoyo asks to do a shot with him. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, and they take the shot.

it’s maybe half an hour later when you see kiyoomi stumble his way back to you and your couch. his hair is sticking to his face, and his shirt looks like it’s been untucked in places.

the sunken-in brown leather couch dips when kiyoomi slides into your side.

“you having fun?” you ask as kiyoomi presses his nose into your cheek, you giggle a bit as his breath tickles your skin.

“so much fun,” he says as he’s pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of your face, his lips moving towards the base of your neck, and all the way up to the bottom of your ear.

“you’re so cute over here, jus’ sittin’ by yourself,” he mumbles, “holdin’ my drink for me.. so sweet and kind,” he’s talking nonsense.

you nod along because what do you even say to that? it’s hard to argue with him as he’s sliding his hand up and down your thigh, teeth nibbling at your ear.

“can’t stop touching you,” you squirm as his hand sinks higher up your thigh, “i want you so badly baby, please.” he’s practically begging you, with his hand moving towards your inner thigh you can’t help but inch closer to him— he’s so close.

“not here omi,” you turn to try and return his kisses but he just whines.

“no, no you don’t— you can’t say that,” he presses his hand in further, all whiny, “please just— baby just let me do this, i can’t help myself.”

there’s an insatiable feeling coiling in your stomach.

“people are looking.” you try to calm down, slightly pushing against kiyoomi’s hands.

“i don’t care,”

you can see his cock hardening in his slacks, and he looks so good.

there’s a distant whoop and cheer in the distance and you have half a mind to think it was aimed at the two of you.

“kiyoomi..” you sigh.

“don’t. just stop talking— please,” he grabs your hand and slowly places it on his clothed cock. his hips immediately buck up into you. you’ve never seen him so needy before.

“you’re so hard,”

“yeah? you feel it?” he’s mouthing against you, “it’s all for you. you know that, yeah?”

and no. you didn’t really know that. kiyoomi has never been so vulnerable. usually the quiet and stern type during these moments, this is the first time he’s ever been so open.

you slowly rub your hand up and down, enough for kiyoomi to whine his way to your lips, pressing light kisses in a way that can only be seen as desperate.

“i love when you touch me. so much. shit,” he mumbles, “i don’t say it enough. i swear,” his lips are so warm.

“kiyoomi, let me take you home,”

he shakes his head no against you, “no. need you now.”

“i cant give you what you need here,” you mutter, embarrassed at even saying anything like that in public.

“you don’t need to,” his slender fingers move over your underwear, slowly touching you. your chest gets caught in your throat and you’re suddenly aware of everything in the room, “feel good?” he kisses your jaw.

he slips his hand under your clothes, his fingers tracing over you and your thighs. your hand covers your mouth as kiyoomi feels you.

“guys?”

you jerk back into the seat as shoyo approaches the two of you. to your horror, omi doesn’t even pretend to stop, his fingers moving over you like it was his job.

“yes?” he sounds bored.

and at that point their voices are gone. all you can feel are his fingers and his breath and his body. it’s just him him him.

and then it’s not.

kiyoomi’s stroking your cheek slowly, “gonna get another drink,”

“wait. what? kiyoomi? why did—”

he looks devilish as he presses a small kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll be back.” voice full of sweetness as you’re writhing on the couch, “i’ll take care of you at home.”