#self recognition through the other etc

[sergle]

genuinely @ that ask you answered: as a trans woman some of the most genuine kinship i have found has been with fat queer cis women. especially if they have PCOS or something similar because like. their story mirrors mine so intensely (and their perscriptions, lol) and it's so natural to relate on literally everything about conventional attraction and clothing not fitting quite right and the way society views you

it's refreshing and delightful to find yourself in people who are different from you 💜

I REALLY think there are so many shared experiences there!! yeah! and god, with PCOS, that has even more similarities in the shared experience venn diagram. I don't talk from that perspective but just being a fat woman, in both cases, womanhood/girlhood isn't inherent and it isn't given freely, it's conditional, it's worked for. the specific types of clothing to look feminine, the clothing not fitting, the makeup, the hair, the nails, the body shaping, the put-togetherness, all in the pursuit to be read as "girl" first, instantly, before anything else. something that another woman might have already, in her default state, regardless of the clothes she leaves the house wearing, or if she can do makeup well. She can dress up and wear makeup and enhance her femininity too, but she doesn't Have to do it, not in the same way. I have actually literally already been thinking about this, bc it's a funny thing!! in some ways, I never got to Be a girl, I was fat first and girl second. nobody looked at me and just saw a girl. I've talked to some other fat women about this, and apparently it's a pervasive feeling, that "fat" is, in itself, treated almost like some other third gender. so there's a lot to relate to lmao, in friendships and relationships w trans women, going "ah, those things you feel obligated to do in order to meet the standards of womanhood, I recognize those, I do them too"

[downtonabbeyrewatch2020]

House makes fun of Wilson for knowing pop culture references because he was a lonely child with no friends despite house also knowing those pop culture references (likely due to also being a lonely child with no friends) this is why they are best friends

[vaguely-concerned]

okay. listen. a Concept. garashir roughhousing (gone (psycho)sexual) and at one point bashir wakes up from the high of finally getting to express all his repressed aggression in a safe space with someone who not only accepts that in him but can match him and is actively Into It, especially when he stops holding back some of his lil gmo twink strength, to be horrified like 'oh my GOD garak your nose is bleeding hang on I'll get a napkin or something I'm so sorry holy shit' and garak's lying there woozy with lust gazing up at him with wide betrayed eyes like 'no wait don't go you haven't even stabbed me yet :'('

(obviously this is mostly a shitpost, but I'm just saying I think they could provide a certain kind of space for each other that way. julian gets to have a place to live out all the rougher, less socially acceptable sides he usually has to downplay and push away to seem as non-threatening as (augmented) humanly possible with someone who loves him and who appreciates getting the entire spectrum of julian bashir, from the most obnoxiously annoying and needy to the unsettlingly coldly ruthless and back. and garak gets to have the shit beaten out of him in as medically safe and infinitely loving way as possible and/or finds he can still use his bloodied hands and take care of someone with them. this to me is the definition of what one might call a win/win situation. like don't get me wrong they would be having a lot of embarrassingly tender yearning gently-stroking-your-hair-and-holding-your-hand sex too. but. also this. which I think is also very tender, just in a different way. do you feel me.)

[ruvviks]

PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS YOUR OWN OC OR PAIRING.

Nathan and Ruben share a bond more powerful than most; mutual understanding through past experiences no one should ever have to go through, and through past actions so horrible they cannot be spoken of. Their grief and the blood on their hands binds them to the STEM technology they created, which has alienated them from the rest of the world— but they give each other the comfort they have both longed for so desperately for years, and that is all they need. They are each other's counterpart; you cannot imagine one without the other, like two sides of the same coin. Through their pain, their grief, their desire, and their regret, they have become one.

anna akhmatova, the guest // bones; equinox // 'i won't become' by kim jakobsson // agustín gómez-arcos, the carnivorous lamb // by oxy // achilles come down; gang of youths // czeslaw milosz, from 'new and collected poems: 1931-2001' // 'extended ambience portrait from a resonant biostructure' and 'migraine tenfold times ten' by daniel vega // a little death; the neighbourhood // marina tsvetaeva, from 'poem of the end' // by drummnist // katie maria, winter // 'nocturne in black and gold the falling rocket' by james abbott mcneill whistler // micah nemerever, these violent delights // body language; we are fury // 'the penitent' by emil melmoth // chelsea dingman, from 'of those who can't afford to be gentle'

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@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@lestatlioncunt, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

[rosae-sloth]

Aku & Dazai first meeting/recruitment: short story 'A Heartless Dog' by Asagiri Kafka

Page 01 & 02

(other pages under read-more)

[renfriscreyden]

Now that jaskier is confirmed to be bisexual we finally have some representation for the lonely yearning annoying creative bisexuals! A true win!

[theyarebothgunshot]

i just visited a new client, and her 25 year old son was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. he was on tumblr 💀💀💀💀

[songsintheattic]

i have exactly zero normal feelings about homeland and about carrie mathison

[bruisedark]

making some UNNERVING connections about characters i’m obsessed with in this chilis tonight

[themthistles]

ksj made so many intentional parallels between juwon and jeongje. parent who's (at least initially) cold and uncaring, sees child as extension of themselves, projects resentment for deceased spouse onto them, is a horrific influence in their lives in general. both have their fancy hobbies and licenses, are well off, a bit entitled, have degrees from prestigious foreign institutions (jj's is fake but whatever). i think just like lcj is what awaited hyuk in the future if he stuck w/ hkh, jeongje is what juwon would've ended up as if he never came to manyang and had his entire life and worldview uprooted

[grey-wardens]

i love gale but i think one of the reasons why he doesn't make my brain rotate as much as the others or whatever the saying is, is because he reminds me of myself too much 😭

[magnoliamyrrh]

laughing my ass off im in the german airport bored out of my mind when this girl starts talking to me and weve both lived in /// in the mojave like. the instant look on our faces gjdkskd out of all places

[artekai]

Guess what movie I watched

[heart-forge]

thought about zed gender and then about gender wanted to ask if you have advice or tips for someone who is non binary but unsure what pronouns to use?

My advice will always be don't worry about it that much. I've been NB for a long time and I've never had a pronoun used on me that's clouds parting, trumpets blaring kind of revelation. I don't think it matters all that much—to me that is. Obviously if someone does have the trumpets blaring that deserves respect (and the inverse, if there's pronouns that make you devil hell-barf then that decision should be respected as well), but I think if you're hanging out in the meh zone and not really having the big breakthroughs that we expect from coming out media, don't push yourself.

Just vibe, try new ones, discard old ones, and remember that pronouns are not the be-all-end-all and some people are using them for convenience sake rather than any kind of gender euphoria. you can also consider other things: titles like ms miss mr mx, gendered nouns like prince princess, girl boy kid; presentation, the way you're dressed and perceived; even shit like your voice or whatever. pronouns are a convenient lingual slice of the gender pie and you can just plop that down on a paper plate and send it down the line if you want to. cis people aren't getting giddy about their own pronouns (hell some have forced themselves to forget what a pronoun is, because they're dumb) so I think it stands to reason that while it might be a nice feeling, it's not one we HAVE to have in order to party.

Find what makes you feel good and chase it, find what makes you feel bad and avoid it, and if something isn't doing much of anything then whatever, fuck it.

[cacaitos]

only respect for the girlies and their devotion to images and ideals and their ego-destroying sisyphean pursuits.

[filipofmounthonora]

Jaric

ummmm ok! but im being noncanon and tangential about it 🥰 whatever all our souls are made of ours are the same [deep unrestrained weary sigh] ft sophie

send me a pairing and/or prompt idea and i'll write something about it! <3

"Aric…?"

Sophie clutched her arms, her skin crawling with the sickening realization: "All this… Kingdoms ransacked and pillaged, people slaughtered—my friends hurt and killed! And it was all for… for—"

"For love," the Snake said softly.

A horrified laugh burbled out before she could stop it. "Love? What would you know about love?" she spat. "Your brother told me everything. Drove your mother away, did you? I can't say I'm surprised. Only a murderer with just as rotten and sadistic of a soul could 'love' a monster like you—and that's to say you even have a soul at all!" The Snake rose from his seat, but she stamped out her flash of fear. "I'm sorry, did that strike a nerve?" she taunted, fighting down burning bile. "Go ahead. Kill me. At least that creep won't get to live again."

For a moment, they were at an impasse, eyes locked and jaws tense and shoulders rigid. Sophie's chest heaved in angry, shuddering bursts, but the Snake remained as glacial as ice. She watched for any hint of movement, bracing for a sudden attack…

"What makes you think you're any better than me?" he asked instead.

Sophie froze. "Excuse me?"

The Snake shook his head, hands settling on the teapot. "During your First Year you terrorized and attempted to kill the entire School for Good, you did kill all of the wolves and fairies, tried to seize the power of the Storian to serve your own gain—" he narrowed a glance at her as he smoothly poured two cups— "now doesn't that sound familiar. But shall I go on to the wars you started? Shall I mention Rafal?"

Sophie colored scarlet, whether out of fury or terror or shame, she had no clue. "But I've—"

"Changed?" The Snake scoffed loud enough to make her jump. For a moment, she expected him to whirl back to her furious, teeth gnarled and scims sharpened to points—but his shoulders sagged and a long-held weariness crept into his bones… In a blink it seemed as though the Snake was gone, and in the monster's place stood just a boy.

"There's no changing Evil like us. We'll never be satisfied alone. Not until we find love as brutal and selfish as our own." He sighed, as if he knew exactly how hard it was to try. "But you know that already."

Sophie watched him, pulled uneasily closer as he settled the teacups on their saucers. His body seemed to shrink into itself, much more cautious than the confident villain Tedros had fought. Was it a trick of the light, or had his face changed as well? Gone was the hard, cold glare, replaced by unfocused, dark and sunken eyes. It was getting harder to see him as Rhian's copy, two sides of the same manipulative coin. She had very nearly been swayed by the Lion. How did she know this wasn't some kind of trick as well?

"It's why you were drawn to my brother," he continued, "and Rafal, and Tedros before him. All your life, looking for the one person who'd complete you, who would love you despite every foul thing your soul was tainted with. But here you are again. With no one."

"I have Agatha," Sophie insisted weakly.

He met her gaze. "And I had Aric, once."

There was a force behind his eyes, a simmering fire that made her own eyes water and sting. Conviction and rage that had been tamped down to resignation, a person just like her who'd tried so hard to be Good, only to fail over and over and…

Japeth gestured at the chair opposing him.

Sophie took it.