#And anyway I don't feel like I can have those discussions with them

[brucewaynehater101]

As someone who is partly deaf, I love that deaf Tim stuff. But hear me out for something that could work for either of them. What if on complete accident when both the Bats and Rouges hear about Tim's disability, the Rouges are the ones who do a better job with not looking down on Tim. Yes they add things to help him, like for Deaf Tim Joker would also use ASL as he monologs to make sure that Tim can understand him or with Blind Tim Riddler makes puzzle rooms themed around telling the difference in textures or he reads all the riddles out loud.

Meanwhile the Bats are. They *tried* ok? But they keep over compensating because they worry about Tim. Unlike the Rouges who don't pull their punches, during training the Bats do start pulling punches and going a little easier on Tim. Dick keeps trying to do things for Tim that Tim knows he can do. Bruce keeps taking him off cases that involve in person investigation. Damian keeps saying things about how all tasks should be left to him because clearly he's the superior one (if it's early Damian, later on when they're on better terms he wouldn't be as assholish about it but also keeps trying to take over tasks for Tim)

I'm really really glad that you vibed with the AU.

As far as your additions, I 100% agree. Having "good intentions" for people can still be harmful and frustrating. That's why, in these AUs, Tim tries to hide his disability until he's able to prove his efficiency. It's dealer's choice whether the Bats choose to acknowledge the evidence or are still doubting his capabilities.

I think the fic from the OG post has a scene where Babs, Cass, and Tim meet up to discuss the microaggressions they face from the Bats due to their respective disabilities. The sequel definitely has cute interactions between Damian and Tim. Damian refuses for anyone to treat his "rival" as weak or incapable. Peak siblings energy.

The funny part I find about this would be the Rogues accommodating Tim's disabilities just so they can defeat him. If Joker learned ASL for Tim, he'd probably research the hell out of how to look intimidating and scary while doing it (since, depending on Tim's hearing loss, Joker can't effectively utilize the vocal tone skills he's trained to be terrifying). Riddler would treat it as another puzzle and mental exercise (his Riddles would likely increase in accessibility for multiple disabilities as time progresses. He wants to challenge folks by their thinking abilities, not by their ability to test within the constraints placed on them. Perhaps, after his research and new implementations, he even starts targeting schools that unfairly places confines on their students [from both a socioeconomic standpoint and from improper accommodations]).

Anyways, I would love a fic that highlights some of the Bats' treatment of Tim and how not to interact with folks of different disabilities. Stuff like infantilizing, doing tasks for the person without permission, assuming what someone can handle, and disregarding them. It'd be cool to watch Tim try open communication (asking boundaries and what level of assistance the person desires) with all of them. For some, that's all that's needed. They have a clear guideline of "that shit was not okay" and the lines of communication are open for them to ask clarification in the future. For others, they listen to Tim, agree to change, and still pull that shit. I personally vote for Tim getting petty.

I feel like Babs and Cass would be the ones to understand the most that Tim can do anything he sets his mind to (he's so incredibly stubborn that he'd probably even be able to steal LexCorp from Luthor if he was motivated enough. He most likely even has plans already drawn for it ready to implement at any point). Duke would probably understand how others' perceptions of Tim affect him.

I also kill for Tim utilizing WE resources to bring aid and accommodations based on more specific audiences (such as how kids in the foster system, LGBT youth, and those with disabilities [both mental and physical] disportionately make up the homeless population).

I'm rambling a bit because sociology is a passion of mine. I'd get a higher education on the subject if I had the money.

Anyways, I love considering such perspectives in fanfiction. Let me know if there's other stuff I should add to this AU!

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!! #dc au

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not being entirely negative about AI?

05/16/2024

Just before anyone scrolls down just to vote YTA, please hear me out: I'm not an AI bro, I am a hobbyist artist, I do not use generative AI, I know that it's all mostly based off stolen work and that's obviously Bad.

That being said, I am also an IT major so I understand the technology behind it as well as the industry using it. Because of this I understand that at this point it is very, very unlikely that AI art will ever go away, I feel like the best deal out of it that actual artists can get out of it is a compromise on what is and isn't allowed to be used for machine learning. I would love to be proven wrong though and I'm still hoping the lawsuits against Open AI and others will set a precedent for favouring artists over the technology.

Now, to the meat of this ask: I was talking in a discord sever with my other artist friends some of which are actually professionals (all around same age as me) and the topic of discussion was just how much AI art sucks, mostly concerning the fact that another artist we like (but don't know personally) had their works stolen and used in AI. The conversation then developed into talking about how hard it is to get a job in the industry where we live and how AI is now going to make that even worse. That's when I said something along the lines of: "In an ideal world, artists would get paid for all the works of theirs that are in AI learning databases so they can have easy passive income and not have to worry about getting jobs at shitty companies that wouldn't appreciate them anyway." To me that seemed like a pretty sensible take. I mean, if could just get free money every month for (consensually) putting a few dozens of my pieces in some database one time, I honestly would probably leave IT and just focus on art full time since that's always been my passion whereas programming is more of a "I'm good at it but not that excited about doing it, but it pays well so whatever".

My friends on the other hand did not share the sentiment, saying that in an ideal world AI art would be outlawed and the companies hiring them would not be shitty. I did agree about the companies being less shitty, but disagreed about AI being outlawed. I said that the major issue with AI are the copyright concerns so if tech companies were just forced to get artist's full permission to using their work first as well as providing monetary compensation there really wouldn't be anything wrong with using the technology (when concerning stylized AI art, not deepfakes or realistic AI images as those have a completely different slew of moral issues).

This really pissed a few of them off and they accused me of defending AI art. I had to explain to them that I wasn't defending AI art as it was NOW, because I know that the way it works NOW is very harmful, I was just saying that as an IDEAL scenario, not even something I think is particularly realistic, but something I think would be cool if it were actually possible. The rest of the argument was honestly just spinning in circles with me trying to explain the same points and them being outraged at the fact that I'm not 100% wholeheartedly bashing even the mere concept of AI until I just got frustrated and left the conversation.

It's been about a week and I haven't spoken to the friends I had that argument with since then. I still interact on the server and I see them interacting there too but we just kinda avoid each other. It's making me rethink the whole situation and wonder if I really was in the wrong for saying that and if I should just apologize.

#aita #am i the asshole

[wulflynn]

Comparing Rhysand to Tamlin?

Okay, so. I have seen SO many people hopping on the "Rhysand is evil" and "Rhysand is the same as Tamlin" bandwagons, and I feel like I must seriously disagree. Of course they were both protective, but there are key differences that make them different. Tamlin, I don't doubt for a moment that he loved/loves Feyre. He and Rhys are just two very different people in the fact that Tamlin seems much more 'traditional', where Rhys is more progressive and supportive of Feyre's needs. Formal attire at meals, expects respect, thinks Feyre should have stayed at home and away from danger (I get that he felt she'd done enough and EARNED her time to rest). But he literally locked her in the manor and wouldn't let her accompany him for meaningful tasks. (ETA Tamlin also had some major rage issues and def needs some anger management. While he didn't outright hit her or anything--which I know sounds like that is setting the bar preeeetty low--but he did have his magical outbursts and regularly destroyed furniture and rooms, making it dangerous for anyone nearby). I'm sure he valued her more than some trophy wife but treated her as such anyway, maybe even possibly because of Rhysand's mother and sister who were killed while traveling. Who knows? He felt undermined rather than proud when Feyre helped the water wraith. Whatever his reasons, he went about it all wrong and pretty much lost everything because of it. While I was all "Yeah Feyre, F*** up Tam's life for taking you from Rhys", part of me felt bad for Tam too because the THOUGHT he was doing what was right vs just acting like an arse to be an arse. They just weren't compatible as a couple and I feel would be better as friends. Rhysand? Always gives Feyre the choice. He will give advice but ultimately does his damndest to build her up when she is feeling down. Not with gifts like painting kits and jewelry, but with space when she needs it and friendship when she needs it in whatever form that may be at the time. Instead of reading her poetry he TAUGHT HER HOW TO READ herself. And was fully on-board with her learning how to embrace and use her gifted powers. Even knowing she was his mate he was willing to let her live a life with Tam after all she'd done to prove her love for Tam, because he prioritized her happiness over his own. Feyre and Rhys can call each other on their shit and not get super offended. He wants her to stay safe but understands that she is strong and capable, far too much so to stay locked up in the house and while he was partially upset that she didn't stay inside the town house during the attack on Velaris, he was SO proud and grateful that she fought for his people in a city she'd only known for such a short time. He is prideful when she shows some backbone instead of staying meek. He sees her as his equal and made her his High Lady, while Tamlin basically scoffed at the idea of a High Lady and said they don't exist. Yeah, Rhys kept from Feyre the extent of the risk of her pregnancy with Nyx. It wasn't that he wanted her to be ignorant of the issue and go through with it, but he wanted to remain hopeful that he could find a way to solve the issue. Not get her hopes up, but not make her dread and stress, either, when there could have possibly been a way to save her. Was it a bad call? Sure. Does it throw out some red flag craziness that makes him evil? No. He is a person who didn't know what to do with such a dire situation.

Honestly I could probably go on and on about this, and feel free to discuss! I keep listening to the Dramatized version of the audiobooks and can't get enough. Just finished the first Crescent City book and can't wait to listen to the rest of those as well.

#ACOTAR #A Court of Thorns and Roses #Rhysand vs Tamlin #Tamlin #Rhysand #Feyre Archeron. #Feyre

[kinardscoffee]

the irony I've found about the people who are hating on Lou (and by extension Tommy, because that was the subject of conversation) but defending Ryan because 'the cast has forgiven him so he must have grown as a person and realised what he did wrong' is well, exactly that... you can accept that a cast member did something pretty damn bad but worked on himself because his coworkers have clearly rebuilt their friendship with them but you can't accept the same for a fictional character who hasn't been shown to be toxic since ~2010 if we work out the show's shoddy timeline.

was teasing the wrong word? probably, I don't feel like I can say either way because there's a difference between what people say and what they mean (I know I've definitely fucked up the wording of sentences before but I've gone back and corrected myself or taken into account what other people thought I meant when discussing those topics later on). but so Lou fucked up his wording, taking it out of context is ridiculous, he very clearly condemned Tommy's previous behaviour. clipping a video and tagging the entire cast is embarrassing and childish (I've already started to see people claim the screenshot is fake and invented by Tommy fans so they have something to get mad at??? which surely is counterproductive but whatever)

this isn't hating on Ryan, I'm not going to pretend I know better than his actual POC coworkers - that's up to them and if they've forgiven him it's probably fair to assume some level of change/apology (but I wouldn't go too far into assumptions, it doesn't do any good to get overly invested in the lives and minds of celebrities).

fandom has become a morality game and people love to reinforce their own self-righteousness, it's getting a bit ridiculous.. anyways sorry for the long ask lol the fandom's been a bit crazy recently, have a good week!

#thank you!!!! #911 fandom discourse #anon 🩵

[brokenboysfrombrokenhomes]

Putting it 'cause I can't put it on my main but I need to say it. It feels really good to have a friend in whom you can confide and talk about intimate, existential crisis. Even actually realize you have those going on and that's why you feel like you've been strained at the seams, feeling like you're this close to bursting but you have no idea what could be causing this. Maybe it's 4 things entangled, so entangled you needed to talk it out. And having a friend to do it with it, I'm very grateful for that.

#But it's partially about my partner who follows me on my main #And I don't want them to learn about it that way #And I can't say it to other friends because they're also connected to the mess #And anyway I don't feel like I can have those discussions with them #Or not at this moment anyway #Personal #Will delete later #Needed to put it out there #Just putting it in a draft was not enough for my heart bursting with lie #WITH LOVE BURSTING WITH LOVE

[lilac-vode]

hey! this is a long shot but seeing as i have some ppl following here, i wanted to ask if anyone at all has links to mental health resources that could be helpful for repulsed aroace ppl constantly struggling with feelings of alienation. or like, any mental health resources at all geared toward aroace ppl!! there is just. not that much out there for us and i don't have a place to start trying to make my brain less miserable. i would appreciate so much if anyone is familiar with stuff like this that they could share

#thanks for reading #ultimately im sad at the prospect of spending my entire life feeling outcast and miserable just bc of the way i am #especially when it used to be a part of myself that gave me confidence and joy #there are no aroace elders i can look to for help and guidance. or if there are - they are invisible. like i am #right now i'm in lie down & give up mode and i want to hope for something more someday #i don't want to be like everyone else. i just want to stop feeling like im a problem for being how i am #anyway i fully expect im just tossing this into the void so dont feel bad if you have nothing to contribute #all the aroace positivity blogs are just a mix of ace/arophobia discussion and other ppl saying they feel as sad as i do #which is not really helpful even tho those feelings are real and relatable #i dont have examples of how someone like me could live a happy life without removing themself 100% from society. #i want so badly to be a light for younger ppl who are like i am & to show them it's possible to live a happy life #but that is not possible at the moment

[femboykaz]

Friendly reminder that a guy de-escalating, redirecting, or otherwise getting the person to Knock It Off in a way that is safe/doesn't escalate things, when his girlfriend gets catcalled is not "taking away her agency" because "she can defend herself" --- it's recognizing the very real danger and threat she faces and the very real safety he has and actually doing something helpful with that safety

#utterly baffling that this is genuinely a Take that exists #baffling but also 'disappointed but not surprised' #women and ppl seen as women for the past ??? years: #hey these situations can become extremely dangerous for us no matter how we respond so if you see it happen and feel safe enough #to do something to help and protect us in those moments please do #aaaand somehow we get #this fucker when someone does that for his gf: um actually 🤓 ☝️ that's not Progressive enough and you're horrible for it #buddy WHAT #(obviously it's different if there's been a discussion btwn them that he shouldn't do that but just in general? #catcalling #harassment cw #anyway if you're someone who looks out for somebody you've witnessed get catcalled/harassed/etc I love you #it doesn't always have to be done in that way sometimes it can also be things like offering to walk with the victim or asking if they want #you to call someone and stuff like that but yk #also hold those assholes accountable if it's probably safe. the more they think other guys don't care the more they'll do it

[odd-kid-42]

Listening to the post-s1 Talking Dads, and I swear Brennan Lee Mulligan needs to come into contact with Anthony Burch. They need to both be waiting on a crosswalk and Anthony can sigh wistfully about how he never asks players what they imagine as the long-term arcs for characters because he 'is actively playing against them'. I whole-heartedly think Brennan "I believe in railroading players to allow characters to grow in the directions I as DM and the player see fit while keeping the game interesting" Lee Mulligan could advise on the kayfabe.

It is just so obvious that they are operating off a false understanding/self-imposed rule about how D&D is supposed to work that doesn't actually help storytelling and DM-player satisfaction. Like, idk guys! I feel like you can talk about intentions without ruining anything. It's not like Dimension 20 is suffering under Brennan's approach to storytelling. He has a whole podcast about it.

#dndads #dndads critical #the disclaimer that Brennan owes no one anything #I just listen to his interviews and wonder what would happen if Anthony and he spoke #I know Freddie knows/is acquaintances w Brennan and has discussed dnd with him #I just feel like Anthony and co were operating under a self-imposed rule that left Anthony at minimum unhappy #bc Anthony explicitly was saying how unhappy he was with s1's ending #and Matt was going 'Darryl had no arc haha but that's dnd :).' #like no it's not #where are you getting that from? no it's not #not listening to s2 + don't care to discuss s2 #but based on Anthony's self-flaggelation it doesn't have to be this way dude #you can cool off and talk to your friends about what they want #you can feel like you are making narrative progress in a productive way as the backbone #and let them goof throughout wo getting frustrated at yourself #also Anthony get your bpd treated the suicide jokes aren't great expressions of those feelings okay? #I don't need to be unintentionally finding the /public reddit posts/ about how you feel + s2 listening friends commenting on the s2 #DMing doesn't have to be agony dude you haven't done anything horrible enough to justify these feelings #least of all in public with teenagers listening jesus #got distracted but anyway

[mydr3aminvi0let]

i wear a lot of skirts and pink and whatnot as my style has developed with me & my personality but when one of those age regression girlies latch onto me....i do not like that

#like oh....you think im one of them...bestie no im freshly 23 and im happy i made it this far i dont wanna go back #sometimes i hate being 5'2 with a small frame you have to be very careful and kinda vet everyone you interact with #idk there's a complex discussion to be had. i am someone who has went through what they fetishize and i know a lot of girls in that #community have too. so i worry a lot if if my behaviors and preferences accidentally align with that community in ways i don't realize #bc trauma will always reveal itself. idfk. when i was 20 i got in a relationship with a man who was 30 because i misheard him and thought #he was 24. i thought he was okay until we were at this giftshop and he wanted to get me something but as giftshops are super expensive #i mentioned i could fit in childrens clothes and it saves me a lot of money ($60 shoes are $30 for kids) and tbh fit my frame better #so he was “prove it” so i did and mf said “THATS HOT” ??????????? BITCH #my style wasn't even feminine in the slightest at the time 😑 it feels like a curse to have this kind of trauma then never outgrow this body #believe me ik how trauma changes your brain but how #as a woman #can you ever be apart of that community? why do you allow this to continue and not persecute these men for existing? #you're inherently enabling it and saying its okay this happened to you and its okay that other adults can hurt other kids #when my rapist got put in prison i screamed i yelled i sang i danced my friends set off FIREWORKS for me #when he got out i cried more than i ever have. i moved STATES (not the sole rzn but nonetheless) not that i was in the one he was in prison #in anyways but i was so fucking petrified he'd find me again. its embarrassing but i started sleeping with a chastity belt again. #i made more phone calls i ever have in my life to people who have and will get their hands dirty #i understand the self hatred those girls have. i understand the girls who sleep with everyone to take some of their power back. #i even understand the girls who want to get raped if they got assaulted but it never felt like enough for the pain they're experiencing #but please stay the fuck away from me. as someone who has tried to heal and wants every man like that erased from earth. #do not give them an ounce of attention. ostracize them like they're meant to be. leave it to god for their karma they will be dealt with #reckon with your pain and make sure it never happens to anyone else. only the harmed can make the greatest teachers #tbh bro i am disgusted with myself at all that those are the kinda vibes i put out. #what are you supposed to do as a woman when feminity is equalized with infantilism? i think its tone deaf and misguided whem girls are like #i dress this way to contradict societies views!!! babes its a whole cultural issue that requires reviewing and reforming #you are not doing anything revolutionary by wearing frilly skirts and saying im not like them bc they see you and ur automatically boxed in #i dress how i want and say what i want but i know as a individual im not the beacon of a groundbreaking movement #singularily flipping society on its head. dress how you want but be aware of the connotations. you're living in this society here and now #there's consequences that may not be in your favor and youll be assumed to have values that dont align with you and it may break your heart

[hua-fei-hua]

we have moved on to persuasive speeches in comm class n bc we have so little time left in the semester they're gonna be partner debates, so i have grouped up with the guy in there with whom i started talking abt genshin a while back, n we're just like. "fuck it. let's just do the ethics of gacha games and whether they should be regulated like gambling in casinos"

#which is a very broad topic n i know we're not gonna touch on everything in the ten minutes we'll be allotted #so in my head i'm like running through the arguments you always see online #n it's fun to discuss too bc since we're both familiar w/gacha culture those aspects also feel like important things to discuss as well #bc like. on paper you can present gacha games as harmless bc you ''don't have'' to spend money on it if you have the self-restraint #and there Are kids who grew up playing these things who learned restraint along the way #n are able to engage w/these kinds of things with healthy boundaries n limits n stuff #n like kids Shouldn't be playing gacha games; many people say that the target audience of gacha games are kids but that's like. #that's literally not true. the target audience of gacha games are the whales who are all adults. #just bc they often attract the attention of kids as a side thing doesn't mean they're necessarily Made for them #but that doesn't negate the fact that hey! there ARE a lot of kids who can someday be harmed by this *as collateral* #and just bc they're not the target audience doesn't mean it's okay to just ignore them bc there are so many #(also the fact that gacha ecosystems revolve around balancing the needs of whales n f2p complicates this further) #(in order to keep the whales happy you have to keep your f2p around or else there's no one for the whales to flex on) #(so in a sense f2p are kind of like live bait to keep whales around) #(it doesn't matter who or what the f2p/low spenders are; as long as you have bottom feeders around to make up majority of players) #n since kids tend to have a lot of passion and spare time they often get pulled into games like gnshn which can unlock gambling addictions #since there's basically not a lot of oversight it's really easy for them to fall into bad patterns just bc of gacha culture n stuff #anyway since we have similar views we're both chill with taking either side of this debate presentation #i think we're both of the opinion that there is Something that has to be done but we're sympathetic to the people who disagree #simply bc we've both experienced this shit From The Inside #花話

[stillfruit]

it's so difficult to articulate the feelings i get when i see my friends engaging in healthy and good behaviors like asking for emotional support and taking the time they need to arrive because i just can't and i know i'm wrong for it but it still feels incredibly isolating

#i ofc never show this externally because i know how to act like a person i know to show empathy etc etc #and when i say i'm wrong i mean that i recognize that it's my problem how i feel and it's caused by my own issues and #it's not something i would ever put on somebody else because as i said it's not their fault i'm too repressed to do anything #but still it feels so strange to see other people having many relationships and doing so many things and still being like :( i'm so lonely #or outwarldy saying they really want to talk and that they need support with something #or always being late #i support all of that!!!! but i also know i can't do that and when we discuss relationships i know i always relate to the bad people #in the story who are not open and who do things wrong and are not considerate enough and so on #there are these common expressions such as loneliness that have vastly different meanings for people and that difference not being expresse #externally really ever makes me feel insane because it makes me feel like other people apply their understandings to my experience #anyway this was inspired by me not having friends to do sports with and also feeling like an ed relapse could be on the way #but it's not like i can do anything to either of those things because first i would never force people to exercise if they don't want to #and my friends don't enjoy the same things as i do or at least not in the ways that i do and it would be difficult for me to ask them #and second it's not like anyone even knows anything and even if they knew what could they do. nothing #the kind of “aww remember to eat” thing just doesn't fuckign work for me i need to stab myself with something #two years of uni left two thesis to do but after that idk what's keeping me here there are things that i like and people i care about #but on the long run i'm just sad and will get more alone and lonely as time passes and people find their places in each others' lives #in between these episodes it's fine i like my space i like to do things alone it's exhausting to be with people all the time but yeah #shit talking

[icharchivist]

something about Dracula Daily that can’t leave my mind this year is how much i remember when it started last year, there were so many people saying stuff like “you all are getting into it right now while it’s new and everything and you’re making it trending, but you’ll see everyone is going to drop it eventually, none of you have this commitment for so many months”

and while people did drop out, obviously, the activity of this little “book club”, of the people who didn’t drop out, still made it trend up until the very end, there were enough people who were still motivated enough to read this book in this format that it carried on all the way to November

and now it’s starting again. now people who were sad they didn’t jump on the bandwagon last year AND people who loved the ride so much last year they’re participating again (and it being kept spicy thanks to the Re:Dracula podcast) are STILL participating to this tumblr bookclub enough to make it trend.

There were so many messages about how “you’ll see you’ll get tired of it so quickly”, and yet people made it a yearly commitment

there’s something so endearing about that

#it's the only one of those bookclub that people constantly talked about and kept trending #and i'm at fault too like i subscribed to so many classics that way but only read the Dracula one #mostly bc apparently this is all the energy i have and i was invested enough #(+ the discussions and memes made that going through the tags were always fun so i wanted to stay up to date) #i have so many classics by emails in my emails and maybe one day i'll read them that way #but in the meantime i'm just so endeared by the endurance of the Dracula format in particular #and somehow a bit smug after reading so many people say everyone is going to drop it quick #'drop it? oh you mean make it a yearly event? gotcha' #i'm doing DD via re:Dracula this year and the voice acting really makes me care so much it's unreal #idk if i'll do it fully bc it's still too fresh for me #but it does make me happy to go back into the tags #the mix of 'people's first reading who are memeing like we were memeing last year' #and 'rereaders who are all picking up all the dreads they didn't pick up at first when they were memeing' #is pretty funny ngl #anyway i don't like. actually post about it personally though i reblog some stuff from the tags once in a while #so feel free to blacklist and all #i'm just soft for weird reasons today this website can be fun at times #ichatalks

[radmista]

jesus fuck i feel bad for your poor girlfriend. just tell her you're a radfem

My gf knows I hold radical feminist views. Even before we've dated, I've talked openly and loudly about female liberation and sex based oppression, abortion access, hookup culture making young teens think theyre abnormal for not craving sex at 15, my thoughts on shaving, etc. She's even told me that talking about these things has helped her not feel the compulsion to shave her arms anymore.

She knows I'm a feminist and that I have radical views. The only thing I've never explicitly stated is that I'm gender critical of the trans movement as well (bc in general, this is social suicide and I have a career I want to protect). I have spoken about my gender critical views, I just don't call them that in conversation. Like I've ranted about the usage of terms like "boy clothes" and "boymode" to describe comfortable lounge clothing and that clothing has no gender. We've even debated about single sex spaces and even talked about JKR's funding of Beira's place. Like shockingly, we can disagree on things and still be together.

Idk what the point of your message really was. Is it "your poor gf" bc I complain about her very gendie/tumblr-q***r viewpoints? Or do you feel bc I'm a radfem it makes me a bad partner and that my gf is suffering by being partnered with me? I love her and want the best for her, but it doesn't stop me from being frustrated when she supports a movement that infringes on womens rights. I feel like I'm allowed to complain on my personal feminist tumblr about that lol

#the thing I appreciate a lot about her is that she does debate and hold discussion about various topcs with me #but what bothers me the most and just demonstrates how cult like the tq rainbow+ community is is how anti debate she is on those topics #we can talk about sex segreated spaces and mostly agree but then she has to mention TiM's and holds a 'no debate they're women' stance #and her defense of them is always so robotic or comes off as her quoting a stanza every 'supporter' has to say. ev #*even during our talks about abortion in her automated caveat about tq+ people she mentions tims being affected by the abortion ban #like they're not. but including them in everything is the preprogrammed response. and that is at the core of my complaints abt her stances #they aren't actually hers. its just rhe most progressive thing to believe and regurgitate. it frustrates me bc she is v intelligent #but she in general holds many libfem-y beliefs. maybe in the long run our relationship won't be sustainable idk thats a bridge for later #ik eventually I'll have to lay out my thoughts i don't tell her now and see what happens #I've come to terms that she may breakup with me over my gc radfem views. #I've come to terms she may break up with me over my views on the trans movement as she's a big supporter of it. thats her decision #but again. its a bridge for the future. and i will be respectful of her decision. I'm not entitled to a relationship or her love #anyway just rambling at this point. time for my meds lol. #anon #like am i a bad person for not telling her how i feel the tq movement is regressive af. i dont get the angle of this message #sorry if I'm missing the point of what you're trying to say to me

[lilybarthes]

Does it bother you that a lot of Catholicism isn’t biblically sound?

so many things bother me about catholicism anon

#on a more serious note #i guess i don't think catholicism is as biblically unsound as people from other denominations seem to believe? #so those common points of contention like the trinity/purgatory/papal supremacy/mary/saints/confession etc aren't something i struggle with #and i could argue about their being in the bible but a tumblr post ain't the place #(i.e. i think you can find them in the bible just fine) #there are Other Things that i have trouble wrapping my faith around so to speak #anyway why are you on anon? come off anon and we can totally talk about it :) #(also i should probably put in a disclaimer that i'm no theologian #and the frequency of my catholic-posting is inversely proportional to my firmness in my faith my state of grace etcetera etcetera) #(so take anything i tell you with a saltshaker's worth of grains of salt) #but like i said if you come off anon i'm open to discussing it i just don't feel comfortable doing it like this

[vicariouseyes]

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#i know its the RSD and the fact that my meds have most likely worn off for the day #and i know it's not what he meant #but when i show my partner one of those what color do i give off style memes with personality traits #and he says none of them fully fit but one of them is closest #like #i asked which trait of the three listed under the one he picked didn't fit #the three listed for that color were gentle supportive and sensitive #his stance was that he didn't think of supportive as being a personality trait but based on a series of actions #i can see his point of view #but like #supportive is absolutely a thing a person can be in general my dude #now I'm just laying here thinking he doesn't think I'm supportive #which hurts if true because I've been nothing BUT supportive of him the entire time we've been together #but i know it's the RSD talking and his possible/probable autism being purely analytical and direct in that moment #and I'll clear it up with him tomorrow #just sucks to go to bed feeling out of sorts #he already went to bed though #and it's his birthday so i don't wanna get into a whole insecure semantic discussion rn anyway #idk why he has to be like that though #he's always so supportive and patient and kind normally #and highly intelligent and emotionally literate #but sometimes he just doesn't understand seemingly basic shit and puts his foot in his mouth #like bro #you could just have said 'uhhh i think this one is closest' and left it at that #it didn't have to turn into a whole thing #now my feelings are hurt for no real reason because i understand where he was trying to go even though i disagree #but if i tell him my feelings are hurt he's gonna feel like shit #I'mma tell him anyway #just sucks to have a miscommunication that leads to insecurity

[reilemon]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Under The Stars ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

♡︎ pairing: Xavier x fem!reader

｡°⚠︎°｡MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)｡°⚠︎°｡

♡︎cw:unprotected sex, tent sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, pussy job, cum swallowing

♡︎word count: 3.9k

♡︎synopsis: What happens when you share a tent with your crush? The story starts where the memory Precious Bonfire ends.

♡︎a/n: I wrote this during my ovulation week. Also, I went over this once, so if you see any mistakes, no you don't.

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎@its-de♡︎ for reading and helping me with this!

banner by @cafekitsune

Xavier looks up from the game card “Ah, I figured out what I want my payment to be.” He smiles softly at you and hands you the card, “Tell me when you’re overwhelmed next time.”

A little confused, you absent-mindedly take the card that’s not even yours. “That doesn’t sound like a payment.”

“Well, it is.”

“No, it’s not. Think of something else!” You say with playfulness in your voice. Of course you don’t mind accepting to “pay him off” in this way, but he’s been so helpful and resourceful today, that you’d feel bad for asking for more assistance.

He just shakes his head and stands up from his seat in the camping van, and walks away. End of discussion, I guess.

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You spent a few minutes sitting alone in the van, decompressing, but also thinking of ways to return the favor. Seriously, what’s a good way to show him your gratitude? You know he’s not doing this because he expects something in return. Xavier is a genuine and sweet soul, someone who is reliable (except in the kitchen) with a soothing presence. He never seems overwhelmed, even when he lights his oven on fire.

You sigh wistfully. You were hoping he was going to say “Let’s go on a date!” or “Can I sleep in your tent?” or maybe “You know, the front of my pants is feeling a little tight, could you lend me a hand –“ you blush, hiding your face in your hands. If only.

You glance at your phone to look at the time. You decide you’ve spent enough time away from everyone, letting your mind wander – how big is it? – okay, you really need to focus and go back to your colleagues.

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The rest of the evening went uneventful – you hung out with your friends, cleaned up the mess and then took a relaxing shower. Somewhere between cleaning up and the shower, you swiped a pack of chocolate covered strawberries from the mafia game winner. You wanted those strawberries the moment your eyes landed on them in that pile of snacks.  And you’ll buy them later and give them back, so technically you’re borrowing them!

Besides, you want to give them to Xavier as a small thank you. He deserves more than this, but it will do for now.

Anyway, after the refreshing shower, you’re looking around the campsite. Most of your colleagues are cozying up in their tents, only a few still talking and drinking outside. Where’s Xavier?

You saw him earlier hanging out with others, but now… your eyes land on his figure, lounging by a tree away from all the tents.

You approach him. “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep outside.”

Xavier, not opening his eyes, says “I have no problem sleeping outside.”

“Well, as the captain of this group, I very much do.” You extend your arm towards him “C’mon, you can sleep in my tent.”

He opens his eyes as he hears the offer. “Are you – “

You grab his hand, “Yes, the tent is big enough for the two of us.” You suddenly remember that you only brought one blanket, but this summer night is nice and breezy so it shouldn’t be an issue.

Hesitant at first, Xavier nods and gets up while holding your hand. He moves his backpack to your tent and goes to take a shower, giving you time to change into pajama shorts and tank top; not really appropriate in this situation, but who cares!

As you spread out the blanket over the sleeping mat and two pillows, (yes, two, the other one was meant for your knees), you sit there waiting for him and then you realize – wow, it’s kinda fucking cold in here!

You were so focused on being a good captain and taking care of everyone that it completely slipped your mind that you should pack warmer pajamas and maybe a sleeping bag; it doesn’t matter that it’s summer, nights are always colder in the woods.

As you wonder if the blanket will be warm enough, from the corner of your eye you notice Xavier approaching the tent. He’s wearing a loose white t-shirt and gray cotton shorts. You move a little to make room for him, and when he crouches to step inside, your eyes are glued to his muscular legs. The staring makes you miss the way Xavier’s eyes take in your figure, the smooth skin of your thighs and your pebbled nipples poking underneath your top.

You quickly shift your gaze to his face; he’s looking around the tent. Suddenly you’re nervous. It hits you that you’ll be sleeping next to Xavier in this small ass tent. You feel an awkward tension, so you say “I hope this is enough room for you! I don’t have one more blanket but I do have an extra pillow!”

Xavier chuckles, and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s good enough for me. I just hope you’re comfortable with this.”

“Of course I am!” You say very convincingly. As you nervously shift, your thigh grazes the box of strawberries. Right, I almost forgot! You take them and offer the box to him. “Here, a small token of my gratitude.”

He eyes the fruit, not taking them immediately. “Where did you get those?”

“The winner gave them to me.”

“Really?”

“I stole them.” You say with a shy smile. Some things are just impossible to hide from him.

He chuckles, “I’ll take them, but only if you have some as well.”

You agree and he opens the box, placing it between you two.

You’re the first one to try them, and you’re so pleased that your little crime paid off. And by Xavier’s little mm!  you know that he enjoys the sweetness of chocolate and the strawberries as well. You sit there for a while, eating and chatting about whatever; mostly about the books he’s been reading and the new game both of you started playing.

You don’t feel that tired anymore. It’s probably the shower that washed away all the fatigue of the day. And the adrenaline from talking, not only talking but sharing a tent and then later sleeping next to your crush. You’re actually so excited you could run laps around the campsite, but at the same time so flustered you don’t know what to do with yourself.

After you take another bite of the fruit, you notice that Xavier’s eyes are lingering on your lips? No, your cheek?

His hand slowly goes towards your face, and you stand still, unsure of what he wants. His ring finger gently wipes the corner of your mouth.

He smiles, “You had some chocolate there.”

When he’s about to lick his finger, you joke “Hey! You’re taking my chocolate!”

He stops for a second, looks at the finger, then at you. “You’re right. Do you want it back?” He asks with that teasing glint in his eyes as he holds the digit in front of your lips.

You’re stunned for a moment, trying to read the situation. Does he really want you to lick it off?

Okay, you can play along; with your eyes on his, you start to lick the chocolate. Xavier’s eyes widen for a split second, his lips slightly part as he watches you lick and suck his finger clean. It made his shorts tighter, and he hopes that you don’t notice the outline of his erection on his gray shorts.

And you’re so frustrated at yourself because of how wet this little interaction made you.

When you’re done, with a light blush on his cheeks, he pulls back his hand and clears his throat. “You’re really good at this.”

You only sheepishly smile and continue the conversation like nothing happened.  

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“You didn’t bring a sleeping bag?” Xavier asks as you as you both get ready to sleep. It’s gotten late, it’s dead silent as everyone around you is sleeping or trying to fall asleep. You’re surprised that Xavier managed to stay awake this long.

You admit that you forgot the fact that it’s colder at night here than back in the city. “But the blanket should be big enough for both of us.” You offer to go ask someone for one more blanket, but he refuses and says that he’s worried about you being cold.

His eyes scan over your barely covered body “I can borrow you my hoodie. But it smells like campfire.”

“I’m gonna to be fine. Let’s just go to sleep.” You reassure him (and yourself). With that, both of you lie down, your backs turned, and cover yourself with a blanket that is not enough for two people.

Xavier lets you take most of it, but tries to not make it obvious, so he holds onto it, only his back covered.

Ten, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes pass, you don’t know. You just can’t fall asleep. Not only because your ass is freezing, but because he is lying right next to you. And judging by his deep breathing, he’s asleep. Of course he is. You turn on your back and stare at the stars peeking through the mesh screen of the tent. You don’t want to move around too much or step outside because you don’t want to wake him. He’s had an exhausting day too.

You turn on your side, facing his back. You can’t see much in the dark tent, the only light source being the moon and the stars, and faint fairy lights outside. But it’s visible enough to admire his light fluffy hair and how wide his back is. You crave to trace your fingers over his shirt, through his hair… you completely took over the blanket!

You cover his figure, but then you’re a little exposed. With a sigh, you move closer to him as quietly as possible. Now, time to turn around in the same manner. But, Xavier is already switching to his other side, turning to you, and you’re so close, almost nose to nose and he opens his eyes.

You’re holding in your breath, freezing in place. “Sorry.” You whisper. “I just wanted to cover you.”

His sleepy eyes stare at yours, then at your lips. It takes him a second to register your words. “You’re still awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you cold?”

You take second before answering “Maybe.”

“Turn around.”

You do as you’re told expecting him to roll you into the blanket like a burrito and then you’d feel really bad. Those thoughts evaporate when you feel his warm arm slip around your waist, pulling your back against his strong, yet soft, chest, while his lower body keeps a respectful distance.

His breath tickles the skin of your neck, making you shiver. “Is this okay?”

You only muster a squeaky ‘mhm’, and then he falls silent again, with his face nuzzled against your neck. You close your eyes, and try to count sheep.

One sheep…two sheep… your arm gets uncomfortable so you place it over his that’s resting on your waist, the contact making his hand search your hand, entangling his fingers with yours, and then pulling you in a tighter embrace.

Exhaling a shuttering breath, you continue… three sheep… you’ve been keeping your legs pin straight this whole time and they’re starting to feel stiff and sore. But if you bend them, they’ll be exposed to cold air, but if you curl up you’ll be pressing your butt against Xavier’s crotch, or at least lower belly.

Four sheep…

The gentle whisper of your name against your ear makes you yelp. You thought he fell asleep.

Xavier repeats your name, and you can hear the smirk on his lips “Position yourself however you please. I want you to be comfortable.”

You exhale a breath you’ve been holding. “Okay.”

You move into the fetus position, making yourself as comfortable as possible, warm in his embrace, your bottom keeping an awkward distance from his lower half.  You bite your bottom lip and try to regulate your breathing. He can probably feel how fast your heart is beating. You think how it’s unfair that he can feel how flustered you are.

You feel his slow heartbeat, but you can’t see his feverish red cheeks.

“Is it better now?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s just that...” It’s just that your legs and buttocks are still cold.

When you don’t finish your sentence, he nudges your neck with his nose. “Your legs are cold.”

The hand on your waist moves and his fingers lightly glide over your upper thigh. When you don’t protest, he starts caressing, warming up your skin. The contact makes you hot between your legs, making you unconsciously rub your thighs and arch your back, your butt backing up against his front. 

You immediately flinch, jolting your middle forward outside the covers. “Sorry.” You mumble, your cheeks burning in embarrassment, your body staying in that awkward position.

Xavier can’t help but laugh at the position you’re in. He rubs your shoulder in an attempt to console you. “It’s okay. I don’t mind”

It takes you a few seconds to muster up the courage to go back under the cover, closing the distance between your bodies, letting him spoon you.

You feel like you could melt in his arms; he’s so warm, smells like fresh linen and herbal hair shampoo. Even though you’re still nervous, your body is able to relax and press further against him, unintentionally grinding your soft bottom against his quickly hardening length.

Your pussy clenches as you feel his clothed hard dick against you. He doesn’t say anything, but shift a little further from you.

You don’t know if it’s the weariness, the horniness, or the boldness (if you can call it that), that makes you whisper. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” And you close the distance again, this time slowly sliding your ass against him to prove your point.

A shuddering breath leaves his lips, as he starts moving at your pace. He shifts to rest on his elbow and his hand moves up to cup your cheek, and you turn to face him, your hips halting the movement.

He gazes into your eyes and nudges the tip of your nose with his. He softly breathes your name and his soft warm lips leave a feather light kiss on yours. He waits for your reaction with those puppy eyes that always make you weak.

With the hand that was under you, you hold the side of his face and pull him into a soft kiss. Your lips softly graze and nip as Xavier adjusts his body, elbows resting on either side of your head, his chest resting against yours, but his pelvis is hovering against yours.

You decide to be the one to take the next step; fingers of one hand run through his hair as you deepen the kiss, your tongue glosses his bottom lip and slipping inside, tasting his. The other hand pushes down his lower back, and he takes the hint.

You gasp into the kiss as his dick grinds right between your clothed folds, grazing your clit just right. Your cheeks and core are burning as Xavier starts rutting waster and harder, you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest. Both of you are panting between kisses, suppressing moans and whines.

He breathes against your lips “We should stop.” When he notices a flash of disappointment on your face, he adds, “It’s so easy to hear everything here.”

You nod. “Yeah, you’re right.” You gulp and take in deep breaths. Your tent is the furthest from the rest, but still close enough to hear if someone is getting it on.

He rolls over to his side, still facing you. His eyes take in your features as his fingertips graze over them. He pulls you in by the back of your head into a slow kiss. Your lips taste each other, tongues licking, his teeth playfully nibbling your bottom lip.

The hand on the back of your hand travels over your jaw to hold your chin, and a deep sigh leaves his lips. He whispers, “It’s so hard to hold back.” and the continues tasting your plump lips.

Those words make your panties wetter than they were. You throw your leg over his hips and soon you’re straddling him, and his arms envelop you, pressing your body flush against his, his hips bucking up to meet yours once again.

But you crave more contact and so does Xavier. At the same time, Xavier pulls down his shorts and you take off yours. A whimper escapes your lips as you sit back down on his rock hard dick, your sexes only separated by thin fabric.

He pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss, his hands grabbing your ass, moving your hips in the same rhythm with his. The friction feels so good, too good. Your pussy is creaming so much, making a mess of your panties and his boxer briefs. Then he shifts his hips a little and his cockhead starts hitting and rubbing your clit over and over, and you’re mewling and panting into the sloppy kiss.

He smirks against your lips. “Honey, I need you to stay quiet. I don’t want anyone else to hear you like this.”

The heat pools in the bottom of belly. “Xavier, I’m close.”

“Yeah? Is my little bunny feeling good?” He pants, and by the twitching of his cock, you think he’s close too.

You hold back a disappointed whine when he puts a distance between your hips, but then you feel him push down his boxers freeing his throbbing dick. He pulls your panties to the side and brings your hips back down, your dripping pussy lips sliding against his thick length, and he immediately locks your lips with his, swallowing your moan.

He has you in a tight embrace, one hand on the plump flesh of your ass and the other on the back of your neck. His lips leave a wet trail from your lips over your jaw to the shell of your ear, and you listen to his restrained pants and grunts.

His hot breath fans over your ear “Let’s come together.” He pulls up both of your shirts a bit, and you feel his hard ab muscles tensing against your skin.

You can only nod as the tip starts hitting your clit again, and in a few seconds you’re coming undone on top of him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans.

Xavier follows shortly after, his cum spilling over both of your bellies.

You take a moment to calm down and you notice that he’s still as hard. You come up to meet his gaze.

His eyes are veiled with so much lust and craving. “I – “

“Please, fuck me.” You need more.

With those three magic words, he’s on top of you again, his shirt and the blanket disregarded somewhere in the corner. He pushes your tank top over your breasts, his hot lips latching onto your nipple while his fingers play with the other one, while his cock is sliding with ease between your slippery folds.

You know that he wants to prep you more, but you feel like you’ve been edged for too long, your hole clenching around nothing.

Xavier’s breath hitches against your nipple when you reach down and wrap your hand around his member, feeling how long and thick he is (he’s longer than your thought).

He comes up and holds your gaze as you tease the tip against your soaking entrance “I need you now.”

His hand switches with yours, slowly easing into you, his gaze never leaving yours. He swallows thickly, and cursing under his breath as he feels your walls clench around him.

And you’re a mess under him, biting your lip to contain your moans and whines, but your pussy is already fluttering around his length, second orgasm building up.

When he’s finally buried to the hilt, he rests his body on top of yours, neither of you caring about the slippery cum between you, if anything it spurs you on even more.

He slowly starts rolling his hips, his lips leaving open mouth kisses over your collar bone and your neck. You fingers find purchase in his hair and nails lightly scrape the skin over his taut back muscles. In your daze you take a moment to admire his strong back and then you move your hand from his back to grab his biceps. Fuck, you wish there was more light here.

Xavier’s lips lock with yours in a sloppy kiss, his tip grazing your sweet spot with every thrust while his fingertips rub your sensitive bundle of nerves. His voice is raspy from all the strangled groans, “You’re squeezing me so hard, princess. Are you gonna come for me?”

You only manage a small moan in response, and you don’t even care if you’re loud. And the wet smacking of his pelvis against your creamy cunt is already giving you away.

You barely give any warning as suddenly another orgasm crashes over you, his free hand covering your mouth. He coos in your ear that’s right and you’re so pretty and sweet names that you barely register as you whimper against his hand and your pussy spasms around his cock.

As you come down from your high, he picks up the pace and soon you notice him twitching inside you, his hips stuttering and his pants becoming shallower.

He murmurs “Where do you want me?”

You fight back the urge to say ‘inside’, you want him to fill you up so bad, but now is not the place to make that kind of mess.

Still, you don’t want spill it outside. “Use my mouth.”

His face burns and his dick painfully throbs at those words. You rest on your elbows as he pulls out and straddles your waist, his hand resting on your head.

You let him guide the tip past your lips, and you swirl your tongue around it tasting your mixed juices. He swallows a moan as you take him in deeper; swollen lips enveloping his cock, tongue swirling, tasting him, and grazing his pulsing veins, and he can’t help the pang of jealousy that hits him with how good you’re at this.

Pushing those thoughts back, he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re taking me so good.”

He starts thrusting, unable to hold back much longer. He whispers between pants “Tap my arm if I go too hard.”

You hum against his length, focused on relaxing your throat as his cockhead starts hitting more and more with each thrust and stutter of his hips.

You feel him throb hard in your mouth, and his hand travels under your chin. You hear him demand with a strangled groan “Look at me.”

Your eyes lock with his, the sight of you sucking him in with a fucked-out face making him tip over the edge, filling your mouth with his hot cum.

He takes shaky breaths as he twitches in your mouth as you suck him and swallow each drop, not letting anything go to waste.

After he pulls out, he sits next to you and gives you a chaste kiss on the lips.

He holds your face in his hands, his nose nudging yours. “Are you okay?”

You nod and kiss him again. And then you feel cold air hit the wet spots on your body. You chuckle “We need to get cleaned up, though.”

With that, you wipe yourselves with wipes and dress up to make an awkward walk towards the bathroom. You just hope that no one heard what you were doing in the tent. Or the shower.

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