#shut the fuck up shut the fuck up don't bother with that one

[archangeldyke-all]

as a butch i LOVE to be called pretty boy

IMAGINE CALLING SEV PRETTY BOY

choked on my spit. god.

men and minors dni

the first time you say it, you don't even consider the fact that your words might turn sevika on.

you guys are goofing in the kitchen, sevika's trying to steal the cookie you're munching on from your hands, the two of you laughing and circling the dining room table in an endless game of chase.

you stop at the far end, sevika on the other side, grinning and huffing and waiting to see which way you'll dart next. you take another bite of the cookie during the short break, and sevika giggles. "oh, you're such a bitch!"

"me!? get your own cookie!"

"i just wanna bite!" sevika whines. you glare at her, knowing she'll shove the remaining half of your cookie in her mouth in one bite. "babe." she tries to get serious, narrowing her gaze and trying to look intimidating. "give me the cookie."

you burst into giggles, crumbs spraying everywhere as you laugh. "come and get it, tough guy." you tease. sevika raises an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"you're gonna regret saying that." she warns.

you shrug. "yeah, pretty boy?"

sevika freezes on the other side of the table, and you watch in confusion and delight as your girlfriend's face melts into something... hazy.

her cheeks get a bit red, her lids drop a bit along with her jaw, and her gaze drops to your mouth.

you grin, tuck that piece of information away for some other time, then sprint into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door shut behind you as sevika runs after you.

you try it out again a week later, in a context that's a little more appropriate.

(but just a little.)

you're walking back home, hand in hand, enjoying the quiet cool night after a nice dinner date.

you're both a little drunk, giggling and stumbling into one another, occasionally stopping in the middle of the street to sloppily kiss.

you're a block away from home when someone bumps into you.

the guy doesn't even bother with a 'sorry', he just trudges right along after shouldering you.

you gasp, then quickly pat down your pockets to make sure he didn't take anything. your shit's still there, so your irritation melts, but sevika's is only raring up.

"hey! watch where the fuck you're going!" she shouts down the street after the man's retreating figure.

he doesn't even turn around to look at her, and her gaze narrows. you roll your eyes, in no mood fight with a stranger on the street after such a lovely night, so you just tug sevika's sleeve toward home. "c'mon, pretty boy, leave it for me. don't wanna break that lovely nose of yours before i can ride it tonight, do you?" you whisper in her ear.

sevika's resistance to your tugging immediately ceases, and she grins, intertwining her hand with yours and starting a jog home.

the more you experiment with the new nickname, the better her reactions get.

a whispered, "g'morning, pretty boy." when you're kissing sevika awake is met with a dazzling smile and a bright blush.

a "please, pretty boy?" tacked on at the end of a request always melts the annoyed grimace on her face, a soft smile replacing it as she goes to do your favor.

and, best of all, a well timed, "cum inside me, pretty boy" can make sevika cum so hard she leaves a bite mark on your tit where she muffles her pathetic whines.

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[sanaexus]

accidental confessions- part two!

how the bluelock men would confess to you

includes: isagi, reo chigri

isagi yoichi

he knew he liked you, he just didn't know how to tell you. he wasn't to blame either, up until now the only the thing that occupied his mind was football, loving someone was a foreign feeling.

so how did he confess? he got too excited after winning the bluelock vs japan u20 match and might have confessed to you in the heat of the moment

they did it. he did it. he won against the japan u-20, scoring the final goal; essentially becoming the star on the entire match. adrenaline of winning the match was running though his veins as he looked around the crowd for a special someone. not his family. not his friends. but you. his bestfriend oh that's right. you're still only his "bestfriend". you locked eyes. you gave him that oh so sweet smile that he remembers so vividly.

he had to do it. if not now then when? as he finished his interview, ignoring his teammates, ignoring the swarm of reporters, fan and just everyone in general until he made his way to you.

before he could even utter a word, your arms wrapped around his frame, you didn't mind that he was sweaty, you were pretty much used to it. taking a moment to process what happens he hugs you back before pulling away.

"you came?" it was surprising to him. he didn't expect you to come to the match, even though he knew his parents must have informed you. he didn't really think you would come- wearing his jersey, his number, his last name on your back. the mere thought of that made him weak to his knees.

"of course i did, wouldn't miss this for the world. you did so good yoichi- that last goal was so amazing like it was almost like luck but it wasn't like luck-"

he knew you were saying something. he just didn't know what. he couldn't really pay attention. not when you were looking so happy and excited- all for him. all about him. his eyes were locked onto your lips. he knew it was rude, you met after so long and he couldn't even bother listening to you?

"yoi! are you even listening?" you ask, looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

"date me." fuck. he wasn't supposed to say it like that. he wanted it to be romantic, meaningful- something you would remember. but no of course not this was isagi yoichi we were talking about.

"what?" you were confused. your bestfriend randomly just asks no commands you to date him out of no where?

"i-i mean i like you y/n. i really do i mean but if you don't feel the same that's fine i mean you're like so perfect, an angel sent from heaven. but fuck i just needed to tell you i like you so much i mean i think i love you wait no what forget i said that" he was a stuttering, anxious mess. the complete opposite of what he was on the field.

"you still want me to forget your confession if i feel the same?"

was he going crazy? did bachira's monster take over him? was he hearing you right? you felt the same about him? god how long did he wait to hear that exactly? he couldn't even remember at this point.

his instincts took over as he pulled you into a hug, not exactly sure of what he should be doing but it felt right.

"well i didn't think this far to be honest" he sheepishly admitted as he pulled away. staring down at you.

"that's a first, usually you're doing so much thinking on the field no? but you love me huh?"

"shut up"

"i love you too"

yeah, he doesn't know how he did it. whatever had gotten him into this situation. he was grateful for it because being with you? it felt right. it was right.

reo mikage

life was boring for the rich heir. he got everything he wanted with a snap of his fingers. so for once when he fell for a girl, but it seemed like she didn't feel the same. the future heir took it as a challenge. of course he did.

finally. one lunch break without a certain purple hair brat showing up out of no where and annoying you. as you were coming out of the class, you got a worse jumpscare than any horror movie did.

"holy fuck, what's wrong with you?" that little flinch when you noticed him in front of you made him frown.

"is it a crime to say hi to my friend?"

"first off we're not friends, and cut the crap reo. what do you want this time?"

"ouch your hurt me and reo this time huh? not mikage? that's progress- wait what do you mean what do i want?"

"i don't know you tell me why are you talking to me?" with that you went walking off to ground with a confused reo following you.

"what do you mean why i'm talking to you? i like your that's why of course!"

you halt in your tracks. turning around to face him. "fuck you reo."

"wait what? what did i do- did i overstep a boundary? i'm sorry-" he went on rambling apologies and tried explaining how genuinely liked you and what not.

"you think it's funny?" you chuckled dryly, almost as if to stop yourself from crying.

"huh? what's funny?"

"to play with people's feelings? just because you got everyone and everything you wanted since you were a child, that gave you the right to go and fuck with people's feeling?"

"no, no what of course not. i'm not sure where or how you got that impression but god no."

"there isn't any explanation. just because you're some pretty rich boy means you get to fuck with my feelings? and cut the crap about denying it. you and me both know this probably just some stupid joke or bet."

"shut up wait no nevermind no don't shut up. it isn't anything like that y/n. i like you i genuinely like you so much. i don't know why you would think this was a joke or a bet or that i didn't mean what i was saying but i swear on nagi i mean it."

he doesn't know what took over him, but the moment he saw those tears falling from your eyes slipping down your cheeks he instinctively came closer to wipe them off your face.

"you weren't joking...? you actually like me?"

"why are you saying it as if it's a bad thing to like you? god i should be thankful you even dealt with me up until now"

"so this isn't a bet? you actually want to be with me? because i swear mikage if you're fucking with me right now"

"what will make you think otherwise? anything. if you want me to beg in front of the whole school for you. i'll fucking do it."

a small oof left him as you tightly hugged him. "don't do that, it's stupid"

a small chuckle left him as he kissed the top of your head. "nothing's stupid when it comes to you, if it makes you happy i'll do it 10 times if needed"

And he meant every single word from the bottom of his heart, all for you. always for you.

chigiri hyoma

that one moment where he lost balance on his foot, felt like he lost balance in his entire life. football (and you) were the only things he really cared about. but that injury crushed him to bits and pieces

he gave up hope on everything, including his friendships. but he never expected you to stand by him and be his rock through everything.

10 seconds. 10 seconds is all it took for everything to come crashing down, his career along with all of his past effort. coming back from the doctor's office all chigiri wanted to do was cry. he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown in his room until barged in slamming his door open.

"good night hyoma! what did the doctor say?"

he let out a small giggle to your sudden intrusion "night...? it's broad daylight right now."

"shut up i'm just trying to make my bestfriend happy, now what did that grandpa say?"

"i can't play football for a while, and even when i can there's always a chance of injuring myself, and this time it'll be worse"

"oh..well you won't let that stop you right?" you ask him, filled with hope because if chigiri gave up on his dreams, you're sure you're gonna cry more than he is.

"i don't know..." he genuinely didn't know what he was supposed to do without playing football. your question made him think. it was between playing football albeit not the way he wanted to as it would risk getting an injury again or not playing at all. he train of thoughts got interrupted by you abruptly grabbing his face making him look at you.

"you're trying to tell me you're gonna give up your dream, your passion your everything just because of an injury? what happened to becoming the world's best hyoma?"

"i can't do it! what if this time my career ends for real?"

"so? would you rather play football your way even if it means risking it all, or playing it like a fucking coward?"

you were right. he never really ever wanted to play football like it's nothing, he doesn't want to not give his 100% every time he's playing. but then the other voice in his head told him how if he stopped playing, you would leave him and he couldn't let that happen. he was so sure that anything he had right now was because of football, be it his friends or his own happiness.

"but if i fail, you'd leave me" his voice was barely above a whisper dripping with insecurity and self-doubt.

"why would i leave you? i love you hyo. every version of you, the one that plays football, the one that steals my food, the one that comforts about the stupidest shit at 1 am, i fucking love you, so cut that i'll leave you crap"

he didn't even notice he started to cry until you panicked "wait no no i'm sorry please don't cry? wait why are you crying?"

"because you're so nice"

"aww see you love me too!" a small giggle that escaped your lips was cut off by chigiri kissing you. it was sweet and soft, full of love and you swear at that moment you could have fallen to your knees because of how weak you were for this man.

"so you love me huh?" his teasing voice overwhelmed your senses.

"you talk to much shut up"

"if it helps i love you too"

according to you, he talked to much yet he still hadn't found enough words to describe just how he felt for you.

WELLLLLL THAT TOOK A LOTT LONGERRR THAN IT SHOULD HAVE NEARLY TWO WEEKS SINCE THE FIRST PART LOL

chigiri and reo part is mid asf but i like the isagi one 🥰

[finniestoncrane]

General!Harley x GN!Reader, word count: commission: yippee!! thank you @unlucky-words for the treat of getting to write for harley again!! reader and harley have reuinted finally after meeting in college. now there's no criminal activity in the way of them hitting it off finally 🩷 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff and flirting!!

Sometimes, the best place to come to feel alone was a busy bar on the weekends. Where you could get a drink, people watch, and feel assured that no one was going to interrupt the loner in the corner from whatever it was they were thinking over silently.

Not that night though. That night was not a solitary affair.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The shrill voice rang out over the top of the crowd, parting them like waves as the small but powerful source of the noise began to barrel towards you.

"This is like, kismet or somethin'!"

Before you could quite get your bearings, you were no long quietly sipping your drink at the table in the corner. Instead, you were being accosted, an immediately recognisable figure approaching your table, one you knew wasn't going to leave in a hurry, and not without a lot of talking first. And you weren't the least bit bothered by that. If it had been anyone else, you would have been. But not her, never her.

"Harley! Wow!"

You wanted to ask how she'd been, but you knew. It was impossible not to know. She was at the centre of most of the news in Gotham, even now, long after her highly publicised and very volatile break up with the Joker. Asking her what she had been up to or how she was feeling these days were both minefield subjects. And she seemed to know this herself as she began laughing and waved off your expression, surprise, shock and confusion all weighing heavily on your features.

"Yeah, yeah, I know! What's a gal like me doing in a reputable establishment such as this one? I could ask the same about you, y'know."

She elbowed your side, pushing you over so she could ease her way into the long bench seating beside you. Once she was close enough, she immediately pressed her body into yours, holding you in a hug so tight that her arms around you felt like a cage, her sweet smelling hair in your face.

"So! How have you been?"

Trying to avoid too much of anything that might sound like bragging, considering you were talking to someone who had gone through the worst and had been incarcerated several times since you had last been in touch with her, you filled Harley in on what you'd been doing since your time together at Gotham University.

She listened intently, so enthusiastic, asking questions, prying a little. You knew to expect that though. You knew Harley well, having gone through your doctoral programmes together. You'd seen her at her best and her worst, and everything in between.

"You don't gotta ask me how I've been doing, I'm sure that's everybody's news by now. But I can tell you the juicy stuff none of them know."

She winked, nudging you with her elbow again, an exaggerated smile as she tapped her nose. Instead of divulging any information that might have you on a list somewhere, she instead shared all of the good news from the past few months. Her time with the Birds of Prey seemed to really be good for her, and the excitement as she spoke about this new chapter of her life was palpable. You were happy for her, smiling along as she enthusiastically detailed her new apartment and what kind of stuff she was hoping to do with her new friends.

It felt like no time had passed between you both at all. Everything felt so easy with her, and it always had. There was no difficulty in talking to her, partly because she could have kept a conversation going in an empty room, but also because she made you so comfortable that the usual nerves and social anxiety that could plague a conversation just dissipated.

"I gotta be honest with you, though... I've missed ya."

"You have? You've been so busy though, I didn't think you'd have time to miss anyone, let alone me."

"Are you kidding!?"

She slapped your arm, a playful gesture, but with her surprising strength behind it, it kind of stung a little. Sensing that she might have been a bit too rough, she placed her palm against you, stroking your arm softly as she smiled. The gentle expression seemed so different to how she had been the rest of the night. It was genuine, vulnerable almost. A glimpse into her true self. The one you had spent long nights with in the library, crying and laughing together.

"Y'know, I always knew you'd be the one who did it right. I think that's why I missed you so much. You kept me on the straight and narrow, and then I took a big left turn into complete chaos."

You laughed as she did, although a sudden pang of guilt crossed over your mind. What if you had been able to pull her back? Would she be different? You didn't have time to dwell on that nasty little 'what if', however, as Harley was grabbing your hand and looking into your eyes with a strange sincerity.

"Not your fault or mine. Shit happens, huh? But... if it didn't seem too much like I was piggybacking on your good vibes... maybe we could, like, start fresh or somethin'?"

It took you a moment to reply. You were too busy thinking about how much fun you had with Harley, and how much you potentially could have now that you had been reunited with her.

"It can't be that hard to decide... you worried I might make you put on some clown makeup and rob a bank?"

You weren't. But who knew? If Harley asked, maybe you would.

"I'd like that Harley. The... start over thing! Not the circus themed heist."

She leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek, standing up from the table and leaving you with a card, her number hastily scribbled onto it.

"Good. It's a date then, sweetie!"

[aetherborn-witch]

I struggled a lot growing up trying to mimic "normal" people. I developed a lot of coping skills by copying what others did. I built masks and personas to fit in with different crowds. I practiced laughing and making faces in the mirror. For a long time this worked. No one saw me as anything other than what I wanted them to see. I was never happy but what I learned from adults was that no one ever was.

Fast forward many years and I move to the middle of nowhere with extremely limited satellite internet connection, miles from another human, and certainly not cell service. Then covid hits and I go from isolation to extreme isolation. Suddenly those masks don't need to be worn anymore but I have nothing to wear in their place. An empty shell with hints of a past life. Nature doesn't fix me. Alcohol doesn't fix me. The things I had always held as part of my core identity don't bring joy or even a care.

Suddenly I am thrust back into the world. I move to a highly populated area with people crammed on top of one another with a job that wants me present and on camera. I try and pull out those dusty masks I had and find they no longer fit. I shut down and become a zombie. If I didn't care anymore then nothing could bother me right?

Years drag on and it gets worse. I sleep through half of my two jobs waiting to get fired but of course nothing happens. Nothing changes. I shouldn't say nothing because the world moved on but I never did. I was past suicidal at this point. Suicide wouldn't have changed anything so why bother trying. I would have just lived and had to deal with the pain of talking to someone. Explain the feeling of being numb to the world.

To this day I don't even know what happened or how. The only exposure I had ever had to someone being trans was a Kardashian that everyone mocked. I had never met someone openly trans. I didn't know you could just be "trans". I had never identified as a man but accepted the "male" label that had been incorrectly thrust upon me. Suffering was in my nature so why wouldn't my gender identity also include suffering. Whatever cracked my egg didn't fix me but it did show me a world where I could be happy. Where I didn't have to suffer at my own hands, my own inaction, and self loathing.

I suffered for 28 years because my only exposure to transness had been through ridicule and hate. I don't know how to end this other than by stating the fact that I am still alive and I don't need a mask anymore. I have goals and wants. I have friends who care about me and I care about them. I am actively making progress in my life and can see some sort of future for myself. It's hard to see but it's fucking there

[oscconfessions]

taco/mic shippers are so fucking funny on a bad sense like. they claim they're so nice and that they haven't done anything bad but the mere SECOND someone doesn't agree with them or says that they dislike their ship for fair reasons they IMMEDIATELY get defensive and act like their ship is constantly bashed on and like the ones who hate it are in the wrong but like!!! dude!!!!! shut the fuck up! your ship is one of the most popular ships in the fandom (and one of the most mid, boring ones)!!! people are allowed to fucking hate it!!!! ESPECIALLY given the fact that they are awful in canon!!!!!

the fact that all immediately become defensive at the minimum critique about their ship (like what happened on this blog when it first started, per example) or about their behaviours but claim they don't do that is so so ironic like. dude. people don't like y'all because you guys have harassed people for not even liking that ship, calling out shitty stuff you guys do or having different preferences. are all of you that dense. and whenever y'all act like the victims here it is just so dumb. get a grip man, shut up about your dang shit and stop bothering people who don't like it, this is also exactly why people dislike interacting with all of you AND complain about it. and they should be allowed to! by the way!!! being harassed is a terrible thing!

i don't apologize for being a hater, whatever man

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[chadsuke]

Books Read in 2022:

Kino’s Journey Volume 1 by Keiichi Sigsawa (2000)

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America’s Shining Women by Kate Moore (2017)

This is Not a Drill: An Extinction Rebellion Handbook by Extinction Rebellion (2019)

The Revolution Will Not Be Funded: Beyond the Non-Profit Industrial Complex edited by Incite! Women of Color Against Violence (2007)

Eating to Extinction: The World’s Rarest Foods and Why We Need to Save Them by Dan Saladino (2022)

No is Not Enough: Resisting Trump’s Shock Politics and Winning the World We Need by Naomi Klein (2017)

The Remedy: Queer and Trains Voices on Health and Health Care edited by Zena Sharman (2016)

Beasts of Burden: Animal and Disability Liberation by Sunaura Taylor (2015)

A Cruelty Special to Our Specials: Poems by Emily Jungmin Yoon (2018)

[ID: Covers of the aforementioned books. End ID.]

[thelilylav]

Hmmm... very interesting to me that Taylor Swift is trending rn and yet for some reason no one in that tag is complaining that her trending is taking away from what's going on in Palestine and what's happening in Rafah. And yet for some reason, people couldn't seem to shut up in the Kendrick Lamar tag when he was trending about how the whole beef was just two celebrities beef (it's much deeper than that) and were making up theories abt how the whole thing was taking attention away from Palestine and everyone talking about it should feel ashamed of themselves (every single account I saw in that tag was posting about Palestine too).

And the thing that's really getting me is that Taylor is trending bc of a change to the Eras tour. An objectively unimportant change to make, especially when compared to what's going on in Rafah. But that's not what gets hate, no, it's the predator getting called out in an industry known for exploitation by one of the biggest artists in said industry. The racism isn't even implicit atp...

Edit: ok so just to clarify no this wasn't meant to insinuate that Taylor trending was some setup of Israel (that's just... like objectively wrong lmao), it was to point out that when it comes to a black artist in hip hop (a predominantly non-white genre) people wouldn't let fans of said genre just enjoy the music and shenanigans happening in that genre and that's it's hypocritical to act like people can't care abt two things at once, but they can enjoy their white "feminist icon" pop star (a much whiter genre) without anyone bringing hate into that tag. like i put in the tags, the anti taylor tag is for filtering bc i honestly don't see this post as particularly negative for taylor swift, it's a critique of the fans. and i'm calling out swifties particularly bc the ones who were saying that the beef was manufactured to take eyes off of rafah were swifties, and the ones being racist in the kendrick tag were swifties. i'm not exaggerating like almost every hate post i saw mentioning the beef being manufactured was a swiftie account. it is weird to act like people caring about very serious allegations happening in a genre of music isn't reason enough to make a big deal of the situation and go INTO THE TAG and complain, but it is especially hypocritical and frankly quite infuriating to see the same people who complained about a big deal of a situation being a "distraction" from gaza and then blog abt taylor swift . it's fine if u want to blog abt music u like, honestly idc abt that, if that's all u do then this legit isn't targeted at u, this is targeted at the swifties who came into the kendrick tag to complain and then went back to talking abt swift two seconds later like they weren't doing the same thing they were complaining abt two minutes before. (sry for the long explanation, but i just don't want ppl taking my words out of context and i rlly tried to word this all clearly, but idk man sometimes u think u word something well and then nobody undrestands wtf u were on abt so i wanted to make sure it was clear) also, if you're a zionist or israel supporter, i will be blocking u if u interact with this post. ok ty bye bye

[megumi-fm]

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[svtskneecaps]

friends and fiends if this truly spells the Over for the qsmp i may let the brainworms that have been festering in me for MONTHS--A YEAR, EVEN--win.

i may summarize the goddamn fucking lore.

[bitegore]

is there like a curse you get put under when you decide that you like cold weather better than hot weather to never ever shut the fuck up when someone expresses a different opinion on the subject, or is that just a choice you are all making

[mechieonu]

just finished good omens s2. i'm in so much fucking pain and agony

[lyxchen]

I don't like this season

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

the eternal question: is scheduling w friends as an adult That Hard or am I just bad at it

[widowshill]

thinking about: he doesn't make the lover's choice, but the poet's. again.

[gender-euphowrya]

"eat this don't eat that more meat less meat plant-based omnivore carnivore vegan insects protein shakes keto paleo intermittent fasting eat this don't eat that eat that don't eat this" HOW ABOUT I EAT THINGS I LIKE AND WANT TO EAT IN A WAY THAT ENSURES MY SURVIVAL AND DON'T TREAT FOOD LIKE SOMETHING TO OPTIMIZE THE BENEFITS OF OR PUNISHMENT OR A CHORE OR A REFLECTION OF MY MORALITY

[tokruta]

I feel so cheated sometimes bc I fucking hate the taste and smell of meat (I categorize seafood as meat too) and beans

I'm Mexican-American

My Mexican mother is considered the best in the family for Mexican cuisine, everyone loves her food and I can't eat most of it

I can't eat it or smell it without wanting to gag (I don't, but I need to leave after a while to get a break)

Mexican food is considered one of the best food cultures in the world, my mother was born and raised in Jalisco and brought all the recipes she learned from her mother with her

I grew up on fast food and faster/easier recipes because she needed to put more time and effort into cooking for the rest of the family

I also grew up in Los Angeles, one of the best places in the US for authentic Mexican food. We'd go to Mexican restaurants when she didn't feel like cooking (and on one memorable occasion, a house/restaurant that was recommended to my parents at church lol), and if not Mexican restaurants, then some fast food place or seafood buffets. I stopped going out to eat with family often in my teens bc it wasn't worth taking me. I also remember being judged and just hated the experience and would make up excuses to not go

I don't know, I was on my tiktok fyp and I kept getting a lot of stuff about Mexican food and I just hate being reminded of my fucking defects so much. I didn't choose to utterly despise meat and beans and I feel so left out of my own culture. If I could eat it, I would, but I can't.

My siblings grew up on all of these amazing foods, and I grew up right alongside them, eating something else.