#we need more of this man

[tittyinfinity]

I was hanging out at the karaoke bar, chatting with a beautiful woman, and we were really hitting it off. I threw a couple of flirtatious comments her way. She giggled nervously, but abruptly stopped and looked at the floor.

She told me that she was too nervous to hit on people because she's trans and worries that people will view her as a predator and that she might get hurt.

My heart sank. I let her know that she could hit on me in whatever way she wanted and I would LOVE it. We spent the rest of the night hanging out and flirting. We ended up making out. It was great.

But I can't stop thinking about how that wasn't the first time a trans woman has said that to me. About how unsafe it is for some women that they feel the need to give out fucking disclaimers to have normal interactions with people.

We have GOT to make the world a safer place for trans women. It pisses me off that there are men at the bar who are openly predatory towards me without fear of consequence, yet a trans woman is too scared to even fucking call me pretty. And that's because she IS more likely to face worse consequences for lesser things! Like what the fuck!

You need to always check on your internalized biases. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of transmisogynistic thoughts and behaviors. Being bi/pansexual doesn't mean you don't hold those biases either! If you feel differently about a trans woman hitting on you than you feel about a cis woman or a man hitting on you, you need to evaluate that.

Trans women, I love you so fucking much. You should be able to express attraction and love as freely as everyone else. I hope you can always feel safe around me. And I'll never stop fighting until you can feel safe period.

[jedaos]

he gets it he really does

[leosxrealm]

-ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ-

pairing: "Akagami" Shanks x Fem! reader

warning(s): sfw, mentions of alcohol and blood, possible grammatical mistakes

a/n: Shanks is 27 and you are around 22

!not proofread!

Booming laughter could be heard around the bar from the drunk pirates. These men were drunk even if it was barely noon.

You served your 7-year-old adopted brother, that was sitting on a barstool, some orange juice.

You were the adopted granddaughter of Garp. He had rescued you from your village that was attacked by some pirates. You had stayed with him on his ship for a few years. Not exactly as a marine but he did train you so you could defend yourself. So you were pretty good in basic combat and weapon yielding.

You had been staying in Foosha Village ever since Ace had been born. You being 12 years older than Ace and 15 years older than Luffy. Ace seemed to be accepting of you. He would let his guard down around you, let himself be vulnerable.

You worked in Makino's Bar as a bartender during the day, and even some nights if she needed help. She's like a sister to you after all.

The Red-Haired pirates had docked on the island a few days ago. They were only here to get some supplies before they start their journey toward Loguetown. They said they were going to enter the Grandline after that.

Luffy had been fanboying over them ever since they arrived.

Shanks had just made some joke about never seeing a pirate who likes juice. And now Luffy was accusing him of being a 'cheap shot'.

You chuckled softly at your adopted younger brother's behavior.

Shanks turned his head towards you. To his crew, he looked like a love-sick idiot. He was in a world of his own, whenever he would look at you that is.

Your e/c colored eyes clashed with his dark ones and that seems to wake him up from whatever trance he was in.

His gaze seemed intimidating to some. But for you, and only for you, there was an emotion present in his eyes, that even his first mate can't seem to understand.

Benn had seen the way Shanks looked at you. Like you were the most precious thing in the world, and for his captain, you just might be.

He didn't understand this emotion, having never been in love, nor did he understand how can his captain fall head over heels for someone they'd met a week ago.

Sure you were beautiful, and the crew has met other pretty women on the other islands they have docked their ship on. So what was so special about you that made their captain want to stay so much?

They've already gathered all the supplies they originally came here to get. Now, all that was left was for their captain to get on board.

But it doesn't seem like their captain wants to leave this village anytime soon. So in the meantime, they were doing the only thing they seem to know, drinking and partying; they were pirates after all.

Shanks gave you a lazy grin with slightly pink-tinted cheeks after being caught staring at you. You gave him a smile of your own and quickly look down, going back to work, to hide your scarlet cheeks.

Oh, how adorable he found you.

He rested his chin on his palm, leaning against it, looking at you with dazed eyes and still slightly pink cheeks, he spoke up, "When do you get off work?"

His question did catch you off-guard, nevertheless, you answered him, "Usually around 11, but since pirates are in town, I would go home when they leave" You gestured behind him toward his crew, "Don't wanna leave Makimo with any problems"

"Are you calling us a problem?" He feigned a look of hurt and shock.

"Are you not?"

He let out a hearty laugh at your response. You suppressed your giggles, opting to just give a small smile instead. As much he wanted to hear you laugh, he can't just outright come and say that. That could look creepy, and he really doesn't want to creep you out.

He once again went to lean his chin on his palm, looking at you with a small smile.

"Are you free tomorrow?"

Your body froze up at his sudden question. However, after a few seconds, you did respond to his question, "Well, like I said, pirates, are in town. I can't leave Makino-san alone."

His expression fell at your answer. And, now he had a barely noticeable pout adorning his face. He did try his best to hide his disappointment. He really wanted to hang out with you, but he would never force you to go out with him if you didn't want to.

You know he tried his best to hide his sadness. And that somehow made your heart flutter. "However, I do think, since your crew would be knocked out until noon, I might have a few hours in the morning."

You rested your chin on your palm, mirroring his action. The only difference was he was sitting and you were standing, a bar in between you two. "Why'd you ask? Have something in mind?" You quirked an eyebrow at him.

He leaned in slightly, looking at you with affection-filled eyes, "....maybe I just want to spend some time with this really beautiful girl I know."

You somewhat managed to keep your expression neutral. Keyword: Somewhat. You still couldn't fight the smile that was threatening to stretch across your lips. And Shanks had to admit he was really proud of himself for being the one that got you so flustered within seconds.

You couldn't hide your red cheeks from him, but still, you tried to play it out as casually as you can, "Oh? The great Shanks has already had his eyes set on someone?"

"Only on you."

He chuckled at your flustered expression, it was such an adorable sight to him. Your brain was still trying to register what just happened, when one of the villagers busted into the bar, catching everyone's moment.

You rushed by his side, asking him if he was alright. He was panting and looked as if he just ran a mile. Actually, he might have.

Suddenly, he grabbed both your shoulder and told you what was happening near the shore. Apparently, Luffy had picked a fight with the bandits that came to your bar not long ago.

Shanks and his crew rushed out of the bar without wasting a single second. You rushed towards the shore as fast as you can.

When you reached there all the boss bandit's henchmen had been defeated, but your brother was nowhere in sight. Neither was Shanks.

Benn updated you on what had happened. You couldn't help but worry, even if Shanks had gone after him, Luffy was still a devil fruit user. And a very new one at that, there was no way he could save himself using his powers.

After a few minutes, you saw someone emerging from the water. It was Shanks, with Luffy in his arm. You rushed towards them, checking to see if your brother was alright. He was crying and blaming himself for Shanks' lost arm.

Shanks assured him over and over again that it wasn't his fault. You rushed over to Shanks and wrapped the white apron you had around your waist, around his arm/shoulder to try to stop his bleeding. He was quickly ushered toward the only hospital in Foosha village.

After, a few hours, the doctor said that he was ready for visitors. You along with Luffy and the rest of his crew were waiting for him in the waiting room. However, Luffy had fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap.

Shanks' crewmates were the first to visit him. After about an hour, all of them left except for Benn, who decided to stay the night there. Benn quietly exited his captain's temporary room and sat next to you.

"You can see him now if you want to", he spoke in a hushed voice, aware of the sleeping boy. You shoot him a quick smile, and gently moved yourself trying to not wake up your brother.

You knocked before entering Shanks' room. He was sitting propped up on the bed. His expression softened once he saw it was you.

Sure, he has a soft spot for his crewmates and he really loved them; they were his family after all. But you had somehow managed to steal his heart in a week.

"Hey", he gave you a toothy grin.  You returned a small smile in return. Quickly taking a seat at the edge of his bed you scanned him for any other injuries.

His soft laughter echoed through the room, and you raised your eyes to meet his loving ones. You placed a hand on his cheek, softly stroking his cheekbones with your thumb. He leaned into your hand, still looking at you adorningly. Your eyes were looking into his dark ones, looking for any sign of uncomfortableness.

"Thank You", You said with a smile.

Shanks was sure his heart would break out of his ribcage. He gently wrapped his finger around your wrist, and moved them a little bit, touching his lips to your wrist.

He let his lips linger there for a few seconds, before placing your hand on his cheek again. Your whole body flushed at his gesture.

He put his hand on your cheek and pulled you towards him, gently touching your foreheads. He closed his eyes in contentment, you followed suit.

A comfortable silence fell upon you two. You moved yourself a bit so now you were laying next to him, on his uninjured side, with his arm wrapped around you, and your head resting on his shoulder. You closed your eyes, sighing in contentment. He caressed your shoulder, resting his head on top of yours.

You both weren't meant to be. You knew that, and so did he. He was wanted man, and you were a simple girl, working as a bartender. But even that couldn't stop the love that was blooming between you two.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you come with me?"

You slowly opened your eyes, lifting your head off his shoulder to look at him. His arm which was around your shoulder, came back to rest on your cheek. Your eyes held sadness in them. He didn't need to hear your answer, he already knew it.

"I can't", you whispered softly, leaning into his palm, "I have to take care of Ace and Luffy. They don't have anyone else."

He pulled you towards himself once again, only this time, he connected his lips to yours. It was short and sweet with a hint of sadness to it.

You pulled away just as Luffy entered the room. He was rubbing his eyes, seems like he just woke up. He looked up to see you sitting on Shanks' hospital bed with you slightly leaning towards him.

Luffy jumped up with excitement, practically running towards you. He hopped on the bed making himself comfortable in your lap. You leaned against Shanks, resting your head on his shoulder.

Luffy was busy chatting up with Shanks to care. Benn peaked into the room, to check if there was any problem. He was not ready to see such an adorable sight.

You were leaning on Shanks' side with his arm wrapped around you, and Luffy sitting in your lap, talking to Shanks about God knows what. You had a soft smile on your face, watching the two interact. With so many similarities between Shanks and Luffy, you three looked like a family. A small but happy family.

Benn left you three alone, returning to the ship. It looks like neither Luffy nor you are going home today.

Luffy finally seems to notice you and Shanks being all cuddly-cuddly. He furrowed his brow and scrunched up his nose in confusion. He tilted his head to the side and asked you, "Why are you two hugging?"

You laughed softly leaning against Shanks some more, "Because he's warm."

Your answer didn't really help him. He was warm too, you said so yourself once. He shrugged his shoulders quickly forgetting the topic.

A knock on the door caught your attention, it was Makino. She was here to take Luffy home with her. You two had been staying with her for the past few weeks because Garp has yet to introduce Luffy to Dadan.

She smiled at the sight of you three huddled together. She quickly left with Luffy, after thanking Shanks for saving him.

Shanks change his position so he was lying on his back, although he quickly turned to his side and dragged you down too.

He looked into your eyes with the same emotion he seemed to have every time he looked at you. 

His beautiful eyes held a silent plea, asking you to stay the night with him. You gave your answer by snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

---

It had been a week since the day Luffy was saved by Shanks. Everyone, including you, had gathered near the harbor to bid their farewell to the Red-Haired pirates.

You smiled when Shanks gave his hat to Luffy, also making a promise to him, that would only drive him to work hard towards his goal in the future.

He bid his goodbyes to the rest of the village before making his way to you. You knew this can very well be the last time you'll see him. The rest of the villagers left to give you two some much-needed privacy.

He extended his arm towards you, his fingers delicately holding a piece of paper. You gingerly took the paper, examined it, and looked up to meet his soft gaze. "A vivre card?

He exhaled through his nose, a hint of sadness on his face, "Yeah."

He cupped your jaw with his hand, stroking it softly, "Every year on this day, I'll go to Sabaody Archipelago. If you ever want to come with me, meet me there. Find me with the help of this paper."

You had a look of shock and disbelief. "You'll wait for me?", you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, "No matter how many years it takes?".

He pulled you close, connecting your lips once again. Pulling back he smiled at you softly. Even if you've spent the last week with Shanks, the butterflies in your stomach don't seem to die down.

"I'll wait for you till the day I die"

You were the one who pulled him in for a kiss this time. You spend the last few minutes with each other. But you both knew that he would have to leave eventually.

---

It has been almost 10 years since that day, and Luffy is leaving today, to accomplish his dream of becoming the Pirate King. You pulled him in for a hug, telling him not to make you worry too much.

Luffy was really grateful to have you in his life, along with Ace and Sabo, of course. You were the parental figure in his life. You were the mother he never had. You raised him with love. And he really loved you too.

You watched as Luffy's boat gradually became smaller and smaller.

In a few months, you would be leaving the Foosha village too, the only reason you had stayed was to take care of your baby brothers, now that they had both gone their ways, it was time you left too.

---

You just docked on Sabaody and were walking around with Shanks' vivre card in hand. Today was the day, 10 years ago, when Shanks had left.

You didn't have to walk for too long when a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice called your name. You turned around on your heels, and there he was standing a couple of meters away from you.

You observed each other, noticing the changes in each other's appearances.

You ran towards him embracing him tightly. You laughed and he followed along with you. This was probably one of the best days of your life.

And on that day, you became the new member of the Red-Haired pirates. The crew welcomed you with open arms.

I'm sorry the ending was kinda rushed. But I enjoyed writing this one-shot and I hope you enjoyed it too. It's been in my drafts for way too long. Thank You for reading!

[ymbly]

anyways shout out to the older aromantics and asexuals yall under appreciated fr

[rika-mortis]

Headcanon: Deep down they both want to be their fairy godparent/godkid again after losing them, but don't believe they deserve each other and feel like they aren't worthy to be their companion anymore

They both need counseling and therapy as a whole package

[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[daz4i]

mori bro now's your chance. his other ex-husband died man he has no one else to go to you should shoot your shot again come on bro

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[aro-in-danyl]

During an Overlord Meeting

Random Overlord: So how'd you bag the King of Hell?

Alastor: Well I-

Lucifer: The first time we met he told me to go fuck myself and dropped a piano on my head

Other Overlords: ...

Lucifer: I've been charmed by his audacity ever since

[nevermorered]

THIS is exactly what I want. They are friends! They love each other’s company! They can giggle like little kids together! BECAUSE THEY ARE FRIENDS THAT LOVE EACH OTHER! God I hope there’s more of this in season 3!

Also I don’t know who made this gif so if you did or know who did please let me know and I’ll gladly credit!

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[kooldewd123]

clipping this specific question from the scott cawthon interview because wow does this explain a lot about security breach

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[whispersfromaeons]

a small drabble with deadpool because am i obsessing over him? yes.

tw nsfw, dry humping, orgasm denial, you both are clothed, he is nasty.

being tolerant of wade’s presence was one thing. being tolerant of his antics was another, and you could confidently say that you were not doing so well in the latter part.

it was supposed to be a peaceful, productive afternoon with him, both of you just cleaning up his gear, talking about this and that. and technically, you were doing that, sitting on his lap, unable to properly concentrate on his little rambling due to the way his clothed thigh rocked between your legs, your eyes losing their focus while you attempted to continue polishing his gun.

“a beauty, isn’t she? need her to look as pretty as ever.” he cooed, voice slightly muffled behind his mask that he somehow refused to take off right now, making up the excuse of needing to be fully clothed beforehand. though you were aware that he couldn’t care less about the mission for now, more eager to make you cum while he was fully clothed. this asshole — not even bothering to take off your panties, taking full pleasure of seeing the wet patch bloom.

alas, you weren’t any better, greedily trying to rub yourself against his thigh, the friction from the spandex of his suit alongside the fabric of your panties making your clit twitch underneath. “so unfair, wade…” you managed to mumble out in between your quiet moans, your grip tightening around the cloth you were using to polish his gun.

“ah, ah. nothin’ is unfair here.” wagging a finger in front of you with the clear intention to mock you, his other hand slipped under your shirt to hold onto your face, gloved fingers digging into your skin. “nothin’ wrong with wantin’ to see my baby take care of my gear, hm?”

if you weren’t so focused on the warmth pooling in between your legs right now, you were sure you would have grabbed one of his katanas to stab him by now, though that would have earned a similar carefree reaction. he was always like this, lightheartedly playing around with you, fully aware of how it riled you up.

just like now. feeling your attention slip away from the task in your hands, your hips clumsily rolled on their own, humping harder against his clothed thigh, feeling your walls clench around nothing while you leaked out of pure arousal, dirtying your panties even more. “ya better not wash it, ‘kay? just give it to me.” he snickered behind his mask, slowly resting his face on your shoulder.

he purposefully bobbed his leg up a bit harder, causing you to let out a whine, blood flooding to your cheeks. it was embarrassing how much of an effect he had on you, even if you were reluctant to admit it, knowing that it would just feed his ego. “gettin’ close?” he whispered, voice lower than before. he was turned on too, obviously, his bulge straining against the spandex of his suit. you wondered what he’d do about it, if he’d sneakily rub it out or just go with it. you hopped for the latter, a sweet punishment for the torture he was giving to you.

nodding giddily, you could feel the movements of your hips twitching and getting more uncoordinated, rubbing against his thigh in haste, the friction making your head go nothing but crazy. “a-ah, wade-” your words were cut off short when his hands gripped your sides to stop your erratic movements, slowly sliding you off him. the impending pleasure died down, leaving frustration behind. “wade!” you whimpered, angry tears pooling in your eyes.

“you didn’t even clean my gun properly. so bad.” he poked your nose with his fingers, getting up from the couch where you both were seated on. “maybe, after i return, i will let ya cum. maybe.”

oh, you were so going to kill him.

[somegrumpynerd]

I like the idea that Cross realised Killer was touchstarved (he didn't have the words for it but he noticed how much Killer would settle down from it) and started giving him very small basic affection. Pat on the back, hand on the shoulder, maybe a quick friendly hug, all things he probably learned through royal guard training and thinks of as normal friend/coworker stuff.

But as they both got more comfortable in the routine of it, Killer started instigating touches and he was not shy about it (like not just leaning into Cross's side during movie night, he looks like he's trying to get into Cross's jacket with him)

And that this more intense affection made Cross realise he might also be just a little bit touchstarved

Bonus:

[clonerightsagenda]

"what if you had a mutual aid network that occasionally told interdimensional monsters to fuck off": Discworld witches as a concept