#and if you feel like invalidating them for that fuck off. seriously.

[witchplease-freakbitch]

Emotions are hard. Even more when two highly traumatized people get together and have to watch the other person struggle immensely.

#I know you are trying your best Darling #and I know that you know that I'm doing so as well #it's gonna get easier... just not right now. #For other people reading the tags: #yes a Dom is a person as well #who would have guessed #and yes Doms can hold a lot of trauma as well #and if you feel like invalidating them for that fuck off. seriously. #nobody ever saud that it would be easy #satans asylum toy #your's to break #rom4nce

[snekdood]

gonna be very annoyed if ppl insist on tryna turn all 5 of my dude characters into women when the majority of other characters in my comic already identify as women

#seriously you have so much to choose from... leave my self insert alone thats for sure ill eat you #im laying it out rn in a table. MOST of the dude ocs i have are villains. #MOST of the dude characters are minor characters #YOU WILL HAVE SO MANY OPTIONS WHAT MORE MUST YOU TAKe #as far as the most story relevant ocs SO FAR that i have- 10 of them are dudes and 14 of them are grrls #and also not including the nb characters but im keeping them outta this #and even amongst those 10 plenty of those ocs aren't really relevant either @-@;; #wamen play a stupidly huge role in my comic so i dont wanna hear it from no one i want no excuses #go imprint on one of the many grrl ocs that i have n leave me alone >:| #or make ur own fuckin character instead n fuck off somewhere else #...ig its kinda unfair tho bc ive specifically been holding back on posting a lot of my characters specifically for the purpose of #surprising ppl w someone new but. yknow. still. #all im saying is i have so many different options for u to pick from that i dont wanna see anyone trying to make excuses to change #my self inserts gender bc it will specifically be invalidating obviously. #yer gonna hafta just trust me on this one dawg. #i always find women more fun to draw anyways. sure i gotta get my self insert in there and some other dudes bc i like them #or for plot reasons. but women are more fun to draw to me partially *because* theres such an under representation of them #i feel like theres a lot of untapped potential and i wanna tap into it. i wanna show you all the different wamen characters ive made #they're all so unique and cool and i wISH I COULD POST THEm but i dont want to spoil surprises :/ #the most i can do rn is post what are essentially background characters u-u

[sydluvsky]

perfect timing

content warning: a bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff. mentions of anxiety, drinking, sex, swearing. english isn’t my first language, sorry for typos and mistakes.

˗ˏˋ kylian mbappé x fem! reader ˎˊ˗

summary: you’re growing more and more impatient with your long time boyfriend - kylian mbappé - because you think he’s forgotten about your birthday.

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the clock hit 1pm and still no declarations for your birthday from your boyfriend of three years. this was so out of character for him. in previous years for your birthdays he always made sure to go over board; often planning months in advance. so why is it that he hasn’t even messaged you today?

you start overthinking like crazy.

has he fallen out of love?

is he announcing the breakup on your birthday?

but before your anxiety consumes you whole your assistant (who kylian hired to look after you) enters the room with shopping bags from designer stores in hand.

“this is from sir mbappé to you” they say and quickly follow up by saying “oh, and happy birthday madame”.

you smile and say thank you. fighting the urge to tell them they don’t have to call you “madame” but you’ve already done that a million times and are trying to be in a good mood for your birthday.

they quickly leave the room and now it’s only you, all alone, on your birthday when you should probably be spending time with your love. before you continue your negative thinking you remember what flew completely over your head. kylian bought you something…that’s something at least but you want him to be with you like he promised. he doesn’t have training, he reminded you yesterday he doesn’t have any plans so what’s going on?

you walk over to the pile of bags. chanel, dior, ysl, more dior, miu miu…gosh he spent so much money.

you see a pale blue card with your name written on it in fancy graceful cursive.

lord please be a letter from kylian.

you pick the mystifying letter up to see it’s sealed with a crimson heart just like all the letter he’s given you for your previous birthdays. your anxiety calms down a little.

you open the letter and are disappointed once again.

‘joyeux anniversaire mon amour.

de kylian ♡’

‘happy birthday my love.

from kylian ♡’

seriously? the disappointment slowly turns into some sort of anger. it’s taking everything in you not to call him up and let out your anger, frustration, sadness and all the other bottled up feelings.

for your previous birthdays you would be blessed with handwritten letters in which he would cover topics such as his love for you, how grateful he is for you in his life and his adoration for you.

you’ve fought the tears for too long and let it all out. you sob while opening up the designer gifts which you’re grateful for but still the need for your boyfriend is eating you alive.

you’re full well convinced he’s no longer in love with you. he set the standards for your birthday so high that this seems like some sick joke…for your first birthday with him you guy’s stayed in dubai for the weekend where every night you both ended it with drinking, dancing around the hotel with the refrigerator lights on and closing it off with sex. for your second birthday with him he woke you up with flowers and breakfast in bed then proceeded to spend the entire day in your company which meant a lot considering his busy schedule.

now for your third birthday with him he hasn’t even spoken to you in real-life, not even a call. you try your best to stop sounding selfish, ungrateful, bratty but you don’t want to invalidate your own feelings.

where the fuck is he?

————— due to how emotionally exhausted you are, you fell asleep, but got woken up from a familiar voice —————

“hey, my love” the voice whisper-shouts warmly into your ear. you can recognise that voice in a crowded room because it’s the voice of your love; kylian mbappé.

he stands there in his 5’10 glory, broad shoulders, black and white suit, honey brown eyes looking at you longingly.

you were about to surrender to his amiable presence but the memories quickly rush through your head. you deeply sigh, break the eye contact and stand up but as soon as you’re about to leave he wraps his brawny hands around your wrist.

you face him again and realise you’ve made your sadness heard in the room because the glow on his face has become dull.

“listen, i can understand what you’re thinking…” he says with visible gloom in his tone but pauses because he realises you aren’t looking at him properly.

he places his fingers on your chin, gently pulling your face to his and continues.

“just know i am going to make it up to you” he places a tender kiss on your cheek but you don’t let him off too soon.

“where were you?”

“why didn’t you message me or call me or try and communicate with me…the designer gifts don’t count ky, you know how much i crave your affection, don’t you?” thankfully your words come out audible because the tears started forming before you even started speaking.

“oh, my love” he says and rushes to hug you, you bury your face in his chest and continue to cry.

“i’ve been busy all day because i am preparing a surprise for you, i should’ve been more careful and told you before hand” he begins.

“ i just- i guess- i just didn’t want you to have a single clue what the surprise was that’s all” he says and follows it up with “i love you so much”.

you say it back but now your minds consumed with what the potential surprise could be.

you lift your head up from his chest and you say curiously; “a surprise?”, “what surprise?”.

he breaks out in his classic grin, chuckles and places a kiss on your head.

“you’ll see, my love”

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kylian opens the door of your all black interior volkswagen. you smile at him and hold his hand for support to get out of car.

this guy booked out an entire restaurant!

you almost laugh at your past self for what she thought was happening.

you enter the doors of the luxurious restaurant. kylian beside your side, holding your hand, taking double takes of the regal design of the restaurant and at you wearing a dress of your favourite colour.

“you look beautiful…well you always look beautiful but right now you look extremely beautiful” kylian whispers in your ear, his voice deeper than normal.

you smile hard, say “thank you” and kiss him. he moves his hand up to your cheeks and you both are about to start a make out session but are stopped after a waiter loudly coughs.

your face turns red and you whisper to him “that was so embarrassing”.

but all he does is laugh and plant a kiss on your head.

you see white lights around a table which has a sign above it saying ‘happy birthday y/n’. your face brightens and because of that so does kylian’s.

“do you like it?” he asks.

you take in the atmosphere. luxurious designs, soft music playing in the background which you slowly realise are tunes of your favourite songs. there are so many flowers all around which are different shades of your favourite colour. this guy knows you so well.

“well, of course i do” you say and turn to him to realise he’s on one knee.

now way. oh my gosh. of course this was the surprise. you start feeling a million positive emotions. you look at him and his loving eyes. the ring in his hand has a huge diamond on it with a border filled with your birth stone.

you take in a deep breathe and are about to say something but he starts speaking.

“ y/n i love you, and i only want good memories attached to your birthday so i thought this was the perfect time to propose to you” he begins.

there’s visible tears in his eyes and your heart melts.

“i am sorry for all the frustration i caused you today, and the frustration i’ve caused you before and the frustration i am probably going to cause in the future” his voice becomes slightly softer and you’re about to re-assure him how loveable he his but notice he’s going to continue so you just mouth “i love you”.

“ over time i have realised that the most precious things to me beside my passion for my profession is you. and i want to spend the rest of my life with you…so y/n, do you want to marry me?” he finishes it off.

his eyes are glossy and his voice is hopeful.

you look at him and say “yes, yes i will! a million times yes! yes!” and you begin a chain of “yesses” which makes him laugh.

he carefully starts placing the gorgeous ring on your finger and lifts you up after. he begins kissing you until he’s got you bridal style and sits you down on your designated chair on the table.

once you’ve sat down you notice a familiar pale blue letter and smile to yourself. of course he wrote you a heart-felt letter.

you look away because you can feel his eyes on you. your eyes meet eye to eye and he asks “was this the perfect timing for all this?” his tone is filled with worry which makes you question “ yeah, of course, why?”.

“it’s just…i don’t know, all i know was that i wanted to put a ring on your finger because we’ve been dating for almost three years but didn’t know when.”

“i don’t really know if you want your engagement day to be attached to your birthday that’s all” he looks down after concluding what he said.

“kylian, this was the perfect timing for everything. don’t worry too much.” you reply lovingly.

he breaks into a smile and has a noticeable light bulb moment.

“i think that’s what makes us so perfect together…we both worry too much” he jokes.

laughter fills the restaurant and the rest of the night is filled with both you having “remember when this happened?” conversations and cheesy love declarations to each other.

—————— the end ———————

thank you so much for reading!

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[abiiors]

birthday surprise - matty x reader

part 2 of matty's birthday weekend a/n: this is scheduled. by the time this goes up, i will (hopefully🤞🏼) be on a beach somewhere, day drunk 😌 cw: vomit (because hungover), dramatic (because sad), once again vague descriptions of depression. some kissing and suggestive stuff. idiots friends to lovers wc: 3.1k

george’s massive hand rests on matty’s back while he retches into the toilet. 

his head pounds mercilessly, the sunlight streaming in through the window is barely helping and the soured wine churning in his stomach comes back up once again, leaving him gasping for air. a loud splash echoes in the bathroom and matty groans, gagging a bit more. 

george is a good friend. he lets matty lean on him and holds the glass of water so matty can slowly sip from it.

it barely works though. he feels like shit regardless, and none of it can be cured by water or food or painkillers. 

george helps him get back to bed once matty feels slightly better. the whole time neither of them say a word. matty doesn’t know how much of last night has been told to his friend—does he know the precise way in which matty fucked up? did he see matty in the act? overhear the conversation accidentally? 

george’s face looks completely blank. he does all the right things—sets a glass of water and a few painkillers next to matty, grabs him a bucket, draws the blackout curtains. he even offers to get breakfast.

“fry up from that small cafe down the street,” he says in a hushed voice. “come on, greasy food’s good for hangovers.”

matty mumbles something like a vague yes, if only so george would step out of the house for a bit. once he’s out, matty searches for his phone, wedged somewhere between the mattress and the headboard. the sudden brightness makes him wince but once he manages to open his eyes, he checks for messages and missed calls. 

apart from one missed call from george and one from jamie, there’s nothing. 

nothing from her. 

not one message. 

the last message he’s sent to her sits at read—it’s nothing special, just the address to the pub they were going to meet at. and then… yeah, matty remembers how well that went. 

he remembers the last look on her face before she stormed off. 

then it’s just a fog.

his throat feels clogged, his eyes sting but no tears come. matty just lays there, curled up like a pathetic worm, clutching his pillow until seconds or minutes or hours later george re-enters his room. 

“right, come on,” he flings the covers off matty, making him feel a sudden draft of cold air. “i’m not getting you breakfast in bed, mate. you’re hungover, not an invalid.”

“‘m not hungry,” matty mumbles. his voice is hoarse and his throat hurts—probably the vomiting—but it’s nothing in comparison to his head. a delayed realisation hits him that he never took the painkillers. 

george huffs. “don’t be a diva.” and if matty had any strength he would absolutely be offended by that. then again maybe george doesn’t know the full extent of last night. 

“seriously george—”

“matty. you���re going to get out of bed and come to the kitchen. we are going to eat and then we are going to talk about last night.”

well… there goes that. a stubborn side of him wants to be an absolute ass and dig his feet in. say all sorts of mean things to george just so he’d leave. but isn’t that what got him here in the first place? he really isn’t in the position to hurt more people in his life. 

like a small child matty drags his feet the entire way to the kitchen, turning his nose up at the food on the table. (even though it looks really good and his stomach does growl now that he can smell the food) george doesn’t egg him on any further. he just motions to the chair and slides a mug of coffee in front of him.

“you said what?” 

it’s the eerily calm edge to george’s voice that makes matty shrink in his seat. he does feel better with some food in his stomach, physically at least. but the way george stares at him—eyes cold, lips pressed in a thin line—makes him feel sick to his stomach all over again. 

“i said– i– i said it was the first of april, i told her it was a joke.” his voice is a pathetic whisper, words drowned by shame and guilt and self-hatred. matty wishes he could go back in time and undo it all. he won’t say any of it. 

he won’t even touch the wine in the first place. 

“right after you said i love you.”

“yeah.”

“huh.”

easy for george to say that. it’s not his love life blowing up in his face right now. matty stabs the tomato next to his half-eaten toast, watching it spill its guts onto the plate. red. just like last night. 

he remembers that part of it. 

“what happened after? how did i… get home?”

george goes a bit silent for a second, not meeting matty’s eyes which sets alarm bells ringing in his head. 

“do you really not remember?”

when matty shakes his head, george just sighs and then softly says her name. “she called charli, crying a lot and i figured something went down. i called you–don’t you remember that?” when matty’s blank face gives him the answer, george continues, “you sounded really awful like… you were gasping for breath. i could barely understand you. so i thought i’d pick you up and get you home. i’m glad i did.”

in all of this the only part matty focuses on is her. and that she called charli crying a lot. of course, he thanks george but it’s only half-hearted, distracted. he can’t get the image of it out of his mind—her sobbing on the other end of the phone, barely able to get a word out. it breaks his heart all over again. 

he did that. 

this is all his fault. 

“matty… you have to make it right.”

that’s the biggest problem of it all—he doesn’t know how. what is he supposed to do, call her up and say: hey, so you know how i drunkenly said i love after which i assumed you looked at me with disgust and then i said it was all a joke and you stormed off? well it was not a joke i am seriously in love with you and i don’t know what happens to our friendship after this. 

yeah. there’s no way to put it any better. 

so he just nods. at least, that way he doesn’t have to answer to george right now. he’s figure out a way to do it later, once he doesn’t feel like a raisin. he’ll figure out a proper plan, build up the courage to call her. 

for now matty can only swallow the rest of the now-lukewarm coffee and hope that he can just sleep the rest of the day off. 

for three days after that, his messages stay on delivered. 

it’s a harrowing process, to pick up his phone and dial her number only for it to go to voicemail after the second ring. almost like she’d stabbed her thumb on the glaring red reject button. 

all his messages went unanswered too. all the—

hey

can we talk please?

please!

i just want to say sorry 

just hear me out

—all of them ignored, like all his other efforts to reach her through her friends. 

day four charli shows up at his doorstep, face twisted in a scowl, eyes like embers ready to singe him if he stepped one toe out of line, mayhem in tow. 

the puppy is his last straw. the fact that she sent mayhem back with charli instead of dropping him off herself… matty doesn’t even want to think what that means for him. for them. 

he mumbles a quiet “thanks” to charli, afraid of speaking anything louder. 

“if it weren’t for george—” she starts and swallows, as if she’s literally swallowing her anger. “nevermind. forget about it.”

and then she leaves him standing at his doorstep like a loser, mayhem’s leash in hand. 

much later he realises that the collar is different now, it’s no longer the slightly frayed old brown collar from before. this one is new. 

this one is green. a green that matches her hair… 

the thought of it makes his throat clog up with tears once again. when had she even had the time to go buy him a new collar? one to match her hair so perfectly? was it before or after he fucked up? matty scratches mayhem behind his ears who lets out a soft little whine and nuzzles him in return. maybe the puppy is sad too, maybe mayhem prefers being with her instead of being with him. 

the next few days he spends like a pig in a pigsty, surrounded by his own filth of food cartons and cigarette butts and coke cans. he makes it a mission to call her once every day—all of them go unanswered anyway so what’s the point?

by the time the seventh of april rolls around, matty doesn’t even bother thinking about his birthday anymore—there’s no pointing in celebrating it, he’s not even in the mood right now. one failed celebration is enough.

his friends, of course, have a whole different plan in mind. 

jamie shows up at his house the evening of the seventh, not ready to take no for an answer. it’s just a small dinner, he says, only friends and family. (matty knows that’s not true, knows it’s going to be a whole surprise party) but every “no” is met with a gentle refusal to accept it and so ultimately, he gives in and dresses up in his cleanest, least sad shirt. the one that least screams “i took my first shower of the week today”. 

jamie, to his credit, tries engaging him in conversation. matty, to his credit, tries not to answer in one syllable words. it gets exhausting real quick though, so they end up spending the rest of the car ride in silence.

everything that happens after is a blur in his mind—the pub looks ordinary from the outside, inconspicuous. everyone yells “surprise!” much like he predicted. matty smiles, cheery and fake. someone hands him a drink, which he tries to refuse but the person is too far away to hear him over the music now. his stomach roils at the thought of being in another pub, in the middle of another birthday party. 

he just wants to go home and curl up onto his bed and never move again. 

except…

matty’s heart stops when he spots a green head. 

he blinks rapidly, about to rub his eyes to make sure he didn’t hallucinate. maybe there are drugs in the air, maybe the (untouched) drink in his hands is actually spiked. 

but the green head moves and she steps away from behind george, a glass of some dark cocktail in her hands and her eyes trained on him. matty staggers to a stop, about to drop the glass in his hands. 

“hey…” her voice is hesitant, unsure when she first walks up to him. from behind her, george throws matty a look, his brow raised as if to say one chance, matty. better make it right.

of all the things that have happened today, this… this is the real surprise. 

matty stands there like an idiot, tongue-tied and wide-eyed, unable to come up with a simple “hi”.

“should we… uh, head outside?” it’s when she points vaguely behind her, to the smoking area, that he realises just how loud it is inside. the consistent beat of the song thumps through his chest, making him feel more anxious than ever. in a daze, he nods and then dutifully follows her outside. 

as soon as the door to the smoking area closes behind him, she whirls around, arms crossed in front of her chest, brows knit in an indecipherable expression. “talk.”

oh.

well, that’s what he had said to her hadn’t he? in all the text messages he had sent. that he just wants to talk. he just wants one chance. and now that the chance is here, his mouth's as dry as a desert. 

“i was… an idiot, no forget that, i was a real cunt to you. just like you said, i’m so sorry for the awful shit i said, i…” his words come out stilted and awkward. he has no idea where he’s going with this, he only knows he needs to earn her forgiveness somehow. 

even if he has to get on his knees. 

“i got drunk an–and cruel and said things i didn’t mean—”

“what things?”

“w-what?” 

“the things you didn’t mean,” she clears her throat, “what things were they? the part where you said i love you or–or the part where you said it was all a joke?”

matty’s insides feel like jelly all over again. it’s like he’s back where he was a week ago—just a boy, standing in front of the girl he loves, about to say the stupidest thing in the world. 

“well?”

“i didn’t mean it as a j–joke.” his voice comes out as a cowardly whisper, high pitched and barely audible. that’s no way to say the things he really wants to say! 

gathering all his courage, matty steps closer to her. to his utter surprise, she doesn’t step away. 

“it wasn’t a joke, what i said to you. i—” he chokes, nervously running a hand through his hair, wondering what the slight widening of her eyes means out of the million possibilities his brain’s already conjured up. 

“i know i was drunk and barely making sense but i meant it… i meant all of it.”

slowly, she uncrosses her arms, letting them dangle at her sides. the crease between her brows relaxes too. suddenly, it’a her taking a step forward until they’re toe-to-toe and she has to tilt her chin up to look him in the eyes. the moonlight shines bright on her face, the glitter gleams on her eyelids, and for a moment matty is completely awestruck. 

how is he meant to find words when she leaves him so completely tongue-tied?

“and what’s ‘it’, huh?”

the faint ringing in his ears starts up all over again and music from inside the pub floats through the walls, mellowed and somehow peaceful. this is it, he thinks. he fucked it up once, he absolutely cannot do it again. 

“i meant i… i love you. not as a friend. i mean n-no, of course, i love you as a friend but i also meant it as something more. not that you have to reciprocate! i just–it’s just what i feel—”

the rest of his words die on his lips. get cut off by someone else’s lips more like it. her lips. against his. 

matty’s eyes resemble wide saucers until her arms wrap around him, fingers tangling into his hair. her nails brushing against his scalp is what makes his body relax and suddenly matty’s kissing her back. 

tenderly, he holds her cheek, tucking away stray hair behind her ear. his other hand rests on her waist, too hesitant to grip her tightly but too scared to just let go. as if once he lets go of her, she’ll float away, far away from him again, out of his reach. matty’s sure she can feel his heart hammering in his chest. he’s not super proud of it but the kiss makes him forget all about being embarrassed. 

the feel of her tongue lighting teasing his lips is all that matters. 

she makes a sound at the back of her throat, almost a… moan and pulls away abruptly, looking shy all of a sudden. 

matty touches his lips with trembling fingers. 

“was that too—”

“are you joking?!” if he though his voice was breathy before, it has nothing on what he sounds like now. the sound that comes out of him is hoarse, like he’s struggling to breathe and it’s making him feel dizzy. the good kind of dizzy. “so i fucked up, majorly, might i add! and i get rewarded with a kiss?!”

she giggles, all anger from before melting away right in front of his eyes. “it was more to shut you up honestly, you would have been here all night. rambling.”

for the first time in a week, matty can finally breathe, can finally feel the blood in his veins flow again. for the first time in a week, matty feels like a person again. “it wasn’t a reward. just because you’re pretty and a good kisser doesn’t mean i’ll forgive you so quickly.” 

matty grins, “you think i’m pretty?” and promptly gets punched in the arm.

it takes them a moment to stop giggling, but when they finally sober up, she turns serious again. “seriously though, matty, it hurt me a lot, what you did. i think… i think i can set it aside for tonight but i’m going to need some time to figure things out. 

matty nods. of course, he knows the impact his words must have had. shame and guilt blooms deep within him, strong and acrid. 

“don't forgive me yet, love. forgive me when i earn it. forgive me when you think i’m worthy of it.”

when she kisses him again, it’s deeper than the last time. her entire body is pressed against his, so warm and soft in arms, exactly like he’s imagined countless times before. he can’t stop himself—can’t stop him from finally holding onto her waist, hand sliding down to her ass. can’t stop himself from pushing her back till her back hits the wall and a soft gasp leaves her mouth. every nerve ending in his body is on hyperdrive. everywhere she touches, electricity zings through him. 

matty slides his tongue in her mouth, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth and soothing the sting away with his tongue. every time he feels her shiver, matty presses further into her. he just wants more and more and more—more than he can do here and now on this balcony. 

all his friends are inside for fucks sake. 

“you can start now,” she teases, smiling roguishly against his mouth. “you’d look quite nice on your knees, i think.”

blood simmers under his skin, rushing south all at once and this time it’s matty who shivers, struggling to stand upright. 

“yeah? that what you want, sweetheart?”

“take me home, please,” she says. and matty agrees in a heartbeat. 

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[bottlecapsandotherthings]

You Need To Hear This. All Of You.

A lot of us here on Tumblr are different from the norms of society. Most of us are, in fact. And you know what? That is so beautiful.

And yet.... not everyone, especially irl, thinks that way. But, still.... I am just so SICK of the hate.

Most of us are either queer or neurodivergent. Both of those things are awesome. After all, I am both, haha.

But then you begin to see a problem. Even among people who are supportive, they seriously still think that it is acceptable to make "exceptions" to who they can include and support.

Whenever I see posts about how cishet aroallo men are not queer, it makes me angry. Because that is exclusion. And hate. You can feel it.

And then there is something that makes me even angrier. The angriest, in fact.

Seeing people who think that some neurodivergent people are valid, while completely invalidating others.

A post where someone says how much they love and are supportive of autistic people and people with ADHD and OCD.

But what happens when someone says that they have bipolar disorder or NPD?

Hate.

Hate is what happens.

And I HATE that kind of hate.

It has no basis, and no reason, other than people's unwarranted prejudice and discrimination.

BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT??!!

Those people, that are being hated on?

Yes, them, the so-called "dangerous" and "abusive" neurodivergents.... all because of some shitty social stigma?

THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS.

I am friends with such a wide variety of people, almost all of whom are neurodivergent.

That includes people who are bipolar.

That includes people who have NPD.

And then SOME OF YOU fuckers come along and try to say that those people, again, MY OWN FRIENDS, are "dangerous" or "abusive".

So stupid.

I am emotionally abused by a neurotypical.

Meanwhile the people that I know who are neurodivergent.

Every. Single. One of them.

Is kind, and sweet, and loving, and makes ME feel loved and accepted.

So, to EVERYONE out there who is DARING to say such horrible things about these nice, loving, and wonderful people that I know and love?

Fuck off.

You know nothing.

You do not know them like I do.

You do not see them for the true people that they are inside.

And unless you decide to let go of your STUPID hate, you never will.

And you are missing out on a lot of damn good friendships.

To all of my neurodivergent friends: I love you, and you know who you are.... almost all of you, lol.

Sending you hugs to protect you from the cruelty of this world, even if it is only a temporary comfort.

You guys are the best.... and I love you.

#long post #important rant #some of you guys NEED to hear this #and i am not about to hold my tongue

[swampstew]

Period HCs with Monster Trio + Law, Killer, and Kid

Ya girl is wracked with cramps, overflowing with emotions, and seriously lacking in chocolate :( enjoy this utter nonsense my blazed brain baked as I curl back into fetal position.

Summary: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Killer, and Kid ranked by how they would handle themselves while you have your period. Implied established relationship♡

Minors DNI.

The worst actually. Not on purpose but Luffy's lack of awareness or self-restraint makes it difficult to appreciate his efforts. Not to mention he eats your snacks. You'd think with Nami and Robin on board he'd have some idea of what you're dealing with. Nope, you have to explain it again, it'll stick this time but it comes with another round of curious/invasive questions.

All your period comfort foods? Gone. The replacements? Also gone. You're lucky if there's a crumb of your favorite snack left over. Thankfully for everyone involved, his crew lends him a hand to make sure you're (eventually) satiated with alternatives and don't go on a murder spree during your cravings. On the flip side, Luffy abuses his power as Captain to have Sanji bring you both all the food when the kitchen is finally restocked. Good luck and bite him back if you have to!

His saving grace is using Gear 2 to cuddle and keep you warm. Giving you heated massages, foot and belly rubs until you're purring like a kitten. Unfortunately, he can only do the same thing for so long before growing bored. He needs a lot of intermittent breaks.

Has no tact, will ask you uncomfortable questions about your "thing going on" or your "comma" because he's so very curious and maybe also looking for ways to "fix you." Once he finds out about period poops, its over for you - there will be hourly check-ins. He'll make sure you're well stocked up on absorption products so there's that (also say thank you Nami, Robin and Franky)!

Zoro is shockingly adaptable but I guess if you spend enough time with one girl for two years - and also live with 2 full time - you're gonna learn a thing or two about having a period. Also, surprisingly reliable at getting you what you need, so long as you don't mind 2 hours to 2 business days to get it. Look he's trying ok?!

Be careful with what you say though. If you joke about cutting your uterus out, he'll take you at face value and have his blades ready. No one is a better slice master than he! Why is Chopper having a heart attack? BRB gotta tend to the younger bro.

Is not phased by your bodily changes or anything you might perceive to be "gross." Bodies are natural and they're just doing what they're meant to do, and for what it's worth he's trying to say things that will make you feel better but they don't always land. This comes from a guy who showers maybe twice a week so take the compliments as you will. He means them with his whole heart!

Out of all the guys, he's the only one who will respect your craving habits in a supportive way. That's to say he'll give you everything you want, but he knows when to cut you off before you make yourself sick. He also has a (terrifying) gift of knowing when your body is flushing itself out and he'll be right at your side with a tampon or pad in his hand at the ready. "I'm very in sync with you."

Ranks third because he's so fucking logical and doctorly. The kind of doctor that expects his medical advice and prognosis to outweigh your personal experience/feelings. Has Law ever experienced intense cramping and a headache while gushing a pint of blood and also pulled a full day's shift? No! "Doctoring" immediately invalid. Unless he gives you paid time off in which case his license is once again formally recognized.

On the OTHER hand, he will always have a colorful variety of options for you to take care of your personal business. He buys all biodegradable products, recyclable ones too! He also offers the best choices in birth control for you. Gynecology wasn't his specialty but taking care of his crew is so he studies and gets his license on the downlow.

Is VERY particular about his time spent and frankly, cuddling in bed isn't something he's entirely excited about. Sure he can do it with Bepo but that's like sleeping with a teddy bear you've had your whole life. Another person is different, especially one that needs his undivided attention and comfort. He'll give it and he won't complain about it, but he's not familiar with it and might be awkward at it for a time. Once he figures out what works best for you and let's himself relax around you, he's got the cuddling and rubbing your belly/lower back down to an exact science.

Questionable palate offerings when he first experiences your cravings. You had to teach him what's what when it comes to comfort eating and nutritional eating when you're in pain and your brain feels a bit scrambled from existing. Ikkaku had tried in the past to broaden the snack closet but it never stuck. With you, Law suddenly remembers to get things outside of his own personal preferences and comforts. It's comfort food for the BEPERIODED, LAW.

It's entirely because he's a chef and a well-groomed cutie that he ranks this highly. Honestly it was neck and neck between him and Law. His resume in the kitchen makes you forget about his perviness and near-infantilization of you.

You'll never have a craving unsatisfied because Sanji will go to the ends of the Earth to curb your hunger. The One Piece and All Blue can wait, his darling needs a rich, velvety chocolate mousse two minutes ago! He absolutely spoils you which may lead to overstuffing you until you feel worse than how the cramps made you feel.

Sanji waits on you hand and foot during your period. Practically carries you from point A to point B if you so wish. It might get annoying after a while if you don't like a hot blonde popping in your face every 10 minutes to offer you something you knew you needed but didn't know you needed right that second and you're kind of annoyed that he got it before you could even vocalize your own needs! Does that happen to anyone else or...? If you're into that pampered lifestyle, Sanji is the guy for you.

He wasn't around women a lot but living with Robin and Nami he did learn about products used and comfort items sought out, which he gives you in abundance. Sanji's weakness - period boobies. The slight swell has him a blubbering mess and he will always try to sneak a peek. He may or may not be able to smell your pheromones - its unclear but he is definitely sniffing you from time to time.

The clear winner out of the others its not even a joke. Is the trifecta of caring, supportive, and intuitive. The Period Manager™ everyone else should go back to their ship. No I am not biased.

Killer is the Chef of Carbo-loading but he knows his way around the kitchen and can make anything you desire at any given time. Desserts aren't his strongest suit but its the effort that makes it taste all the sweeter. You will never be without chocolate, praise be.

You've seen him so you know he knows muscles. Yours will become putty in his hands as he gently massages your aching body. With the help of low dose pain killers, Killer will slay your pain one sore muscle at a time.

Killer is so intuitive that he knows you have your period before you. Has your cubby on the bathroom countertop that includes: pads, tampons, flow-cup, aspirin, fuzzy socks, eye mask, and bottled juice. Your robe is hanging behind the door. He loves you so much.

Haha bitch you though. Kid is the true winner. Killer was the favored winner but you might have forgotten this is me we're talking about and Kid has never done anything wrong in his life ever. I support all his rights and wrongs, and I cheerlead at every speck of effort he puts in.

Where everyone else had mentors or positive authority figures to bond with, Kid had Killer - and Killer tried his fucking best. But not even someone as amazing as Killer can be a single mom and raise a mentally stable, well functioning person in society in a corrupted, gang-ruled regime. HOWEVER - Killer did teach Kid how to treat his period-having partner during their woes and Kid's success is Killer's pride and joy.

Like Luffy, Kid will definitely swipe your snacks and food because he's a greedy, greedy glutton. Prove you can bark back at him to stand your ground and he'll yield to you with a scoff and a pout. He doesn't even LIKE your snacks, he claims🙄 He'll make sure you have enough to satisfy your craving and then have a month supply in the hull of the ship just in case. This is where he'll sneak a few for himself without your notice.

Being the King of Treating Himself, Kid will generously make you things to comfort you. A weighted, heat-controlled blanket; a vibrating teddy bear that hugs your belly; a snack organizer to keep your preferences nearby; a personal cold/hot water cooler; pretty things to make you smile; dirty things to excite you for when its over; the gifts are boundless. So are the period products that he basically just steals from the other women in the crew.

“Captain you better reimburse me for those heavy flow tampons!!”

“I’m busy Quincy. Go bitch to the piggy bank (Wire) about it!!!”

“KILLER STOP THAT MAN!”

In his line of work, he's used to nitty gritty and things better left to the imagination. Also a bit grimy himself on occasion. That said, nothing your body does will ever disgust him. He rolls with whatever you throw at him. Bloodied bedsheets? He'll gently toss you and the sheets in the tub. He'll help clean out your soiled clothes. Buy or steal whatever you need to ease your comfort. Embarrassed by the way you feel or look? He'll give you a reassuring kiss on the cheek and say, "Eh, I've seen/heard/smelled worse."

#eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x you #trafalgar law #massacre soldier killer #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #swampstew #swampstew bedtime stories #swampstew stories #killer x you #sanji x you #roronoa zoro x you #monkey d luffy #luffy x you #law x you

[seireitonin]

Two sides of the same coin: Toby and Nina

(Wrote this to show there is overlap and similarities and differences as well, between BPD and ASPD and while they are disorders it doesn’t mean that people in the cluster B personality type can’t love and improve as people to be in healthy relationships. We’re not evil. We are flawed. Based Nina off my own BPD experience and Toby I did a lot of research on ASPD and tried to write it as accurately and respectfully as possible. If I did something wrong please lmk)

Toby and Nina an are the same, yet different. Toby has ASPD. Nina has BPD. Their overlap and differences make each other feel understood, but at times isolated. Toby is impulsive and so is Nina. Toby is impulsive in the sense that he doesn’t care about his own safety and does what he wants when he wants if he sees fit. Nina’s impulses come from wanting instant gratification and pleasure in the moment. The two of them overlap with each other often. Both participate in impulsive, self destructive drug use on occasion, one not caring about his wellbeing and the other not caring about the consequences. Just the current moment of joy that she knows will pass because she’s always empty. Both experience emotional irregularities. More overlap presenting itself in different ways. Toby presents his emotions as if he’s better than Nina sometimes. Sometimes he says stuff that’s hurtful, especially when he’s intensely upset. Nina’s emotions can result in random outbursts of anger especially if she thinks Toby is trying to abandon her. Sometimes she says stuff she doesn’t mean too. They don’t mean to hurt each other, but unfortunately sometimes they do. Toby has become Nina’s everything. Her favorite person. The thought of Toby abandoning her or not loving her like she loves him sometimes makes her spiral. Toby sometimes comes across like he doesn’t care or is indifferent to her. But that’s not true. He loves her and has put in the work and effort to love her. He just has trouble expressing it sometimes. Nina feels intense emotions and sometimes can’t express them properly either, sometimes she comes off as clingy and obsessive, but she’s hurting and scared of being abandoned or not valued. Not only because she gets so overwhelmed, but sees the world in black and white and can’t describe everything she’s feeling. They had a screaming match once and only once. When they flow they flow. When they clash, they clash. Toby was so frustrated that Nina thinks he doesn’t love her. Like she’s invalidating his efforts. Nina was frustrated that he wasn’t taking him being her favorite person seriously. Like he saw her as a burden. “Why can’t you see I’m trying,Nina?! I’m doing my best and you just don’t care!” “No you don’t care! You see me as a burden don’t you?! You don’t really love me! You’re using me like Jeff!” “Don’t you ever compare me to him! I love you! You’re just too fucking stupid to see it!” Her eyes widened and tears streamed down her face. Toby didn’t understand at first. Why was she upset by that? She was being stupid. He loves her. “You….think…I’m…stupid?” Nina just ran away and locked herself in the bedroom, spiraling and splitting. “He hates me. He never loved me. I’m worthless. No one will ever love me.” That’s all that played through her head. Toby picks the lock and sits on the bed facing away from her. “I didn’t mean it like that. Okay? You’re not a burden to me.” He didn’t mean to hurt her but he did. Nina hated him right now. He went from angel to monster. “Don’t give up on me okay? I’ll never give up on you, Nina. I’m….sorry” It took him a while to understand how and why what he said hurt her. But he took accountability for what he said. A long way from the person he was before. “Don’t leave me Toby. I need you” Nina whimpered out. “I dont want to, moody girl” He holds out his hand so she could play with his fingers for comfort. She does just that. They’re not perfect. They both come from pasts of hurt and heartbreak. But the last thing they’ll do is take it out on each other. They will always try to be better for each other and themselves.

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta characters #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby #ticci toby hc #ticci toby hcs #ninaxtoby #ninathekillerheadcanons #ninathekillerhcs #nina the killer headcanons #nina the killer creepypasta #ninathekiller #creepypasta nina the killer #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci toby x nina the killer

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡「 Affection Prompt 8 」⋆｡

◉ Sinopsis; listening to them when they vent

◉ feat; Loona

___˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘___

"I swear to fucking Satan, I'm gonna punt a motherfucker into the next afterlife. UGH!!"

In the room over, you can hear Loona's muffled screams- and what sounds like a garbage can being kicked around. After a good fifteen minutes of what can only be described as the sounds of pure rage, it seems Loona tires herself out- at least physically. You hear a knock on the door to your office, and Loona enters when she hears your affirmative, "Come in."

Loona trudges into the room wiping her face, eyes strained from crying. At first, she whips around, ready to slam the door before taking a breath and closing it gently. She slumps into the chair across from you, throwing her head back and groaning. For a moment neither of you speak up. Then, Loona lifts her head and somewhat straightens her posture.

"I'm uh.. Sorry if you heard any of that. It's been.. ugh. It's been a day, you know, " she growls, pulling a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of her pocket. Loona huffs, tapping one out of the box. "Y'know, I really fucking try at this job and nobody- nobody takes me seriously! I'm just 'Blitzø"s hellhound,' and do you know how infuriating that is?"

She takes the cigarette between her fingers, lifting it to her mouth and lighting it. Loona takes a long drag before leaning back and puffing the smoke out toward the ceiling. "I don't know.. It's so fucking frustrating to not be seen by anyone" she sits up quickly, looking at you, "you don't do that though! You get me. And you're like, one of the only ones who gets me. And that's nice, but sometimes.. I wish I had more people who got me. You know?" She takes another drag.

You take a moment, thinking of what to say; wanting to offer comfort, but not wanting to invalidate how Loona feels. . "Yeah, no matter how much I love you- and I love you a lot," you wink, "you deserve to have more people who can understand an support you. I totally get what you mean," you say. You sit back in your chair, gesturing to the cigarette between Loona's fingers. "Now put that out before you set off the fire alarm," you chide playfully.

"Shit- sorry," Loona hurriedly puts the cigarette out, tossing it into the trash can. "And um.." She scoots to the edge of her seat, tail swaying gently. "Thanks for listening to me.."

"Anytime."

You and Loona sit in your office, finding comfort with one another. There's no need to rush to a solution. No one gets anywhere being told to just "cheer up". So for a while you sit together, sharing a burden.

___‎˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘___

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss headcanon #saying I love you event #nonverbal affection event #request #Loona helluva boss #Loona x reader #Helluva boss hurt/comfort #saying i love you prompts #writings.onthe.wall

[writtenbynath]

The hypno community and good behaviour

I came across a post here on tumblr and it kinda made me foam at the mouth, not in a good way, so let me just make a few points here.

It has come to my attention lately that many of the tists on tumblr are just not being shown the care and respect they deserve.  When subjects vanish without a word. It leaves tists to wonder what did I do wrong?, or what didn’t I do that maybe I should have?  This is most true of newbie tists, but none of them are immune.  Dear Tists/ Spiral Weavers, Faeries? Gods , when your subjects do not communicate there wishes with you, or put far less care into your well-being than their own they are undervaluing the relationship. A relationship is never ever solely one persons responsibility, so please don’t worry yourselves over those who have not put half as much care or thought in as you have.

Are you fucking kidding me? When a subject vanishes without a word, you done goofed, my friend. You did something to scare them off. You did something that made the subject want to never speak to you again. It's good to look inward and wonder what you've done wrong. That path leads to growth. Think long and hard about what you did that hurt them.

Get your act together. Treating your subject right is not rocket science. It's basic human decency. If you give the subject a nice positive experience, they come back for more. If you behave like a good person, they become your friend. If you're a dick to them, they leave. Plain and simple.

The second thing that really bothers me about the hypno-community is subs that claim to be traumatized by the smallest of things, especially when they do this falsely and/or publicly.  Yes hypnosis can be scary, and I’ve had a few experiences i did not enjoy.  Your tist is magical but also they’re not magical. They are not all-seeing, all-knowing. They cannot guess how you feel unless you communicate openly and honestly with them. And accidents happen. They happen all the time. Most commonly the number one thing that goes wrong for me is the motion sickness nausea effect, and there’s just stuff that unsettles me, but guess what? When that happens we go back and fix it. I’m going to apply a rule a Dom taught me here. It was actually about anal sex but it applies very well here too. We prepare as best we can that things are smooth and clean  but sometimes that is not the outcome. If you can’t deal with it being unpredictable, just don’t do it. It’s not for you.

Since fucking when are you the expert on when another person is traumatised? Maybe the subject didn't tell you that you hurt their feelings (their feelings! their! I know grammar is hard, but please!) because they kinda suspected you would belittle the problem and deny that you did anything wrong. Maybe they feared you wouldn't take their feedback seriously because you didn't take their wishes and boundaries seriously either. Maybe that's why they ghosted you.

It's hard to understand what happens when someone is truly traumatised or triggered, it's really hard to empathise if you've never been through that yourself. It's tiny little things that can set it off and that does not invalidate the realness of the trauma. The correct response is not to get defensive. It's to ask how you can help. It's to learn from it and do fucking better.

Are you seriously saying "hey, if a bad experience traumatised you, just go away, it's not for you" is that seriously your response when a person gets hurt? Fucking seriously? It really is no wonder our community is shitty if you can't even show an ounce of compassion for a person who feels hurt.

Online people behave badly. They behave in ways they would never behave in the real world.  Online is the place where you can show as much or as little of yourself as you want.  When you build relationships online they are real relationships.  When you indulge in hypnosis online, that is a relationship, and there is a code of basic honour and decency.

The absolute hypocrisy of saying this after this previous shit is galling. You know what happens the most in our online community? Shitty tists inboxing shitty scripts because they get off on control fantasies. Subjects who just want to get out of their own heads with some online trances getting stuck with suggestions and triggers they don't know how to remove. Subjects who just want to get their trance on but who can't find a decent hypnotist who will consider their needs.

I have zero sympathy for hypnotists complaining that subjects are not being nice to them.

[td-tbbg-official]

Valentine’s Day - Short Story

“That will be $47.06. Will that be cash or card?”

“Oh my God, babe, like in your favorite video game! Isn’t that so cool?”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did! How could I not?”

“Oh, I just… Thought that… Nevermind, I’m just kinda flattered.”

“And it’s a cute coincidence, isn’t it? You’re buying me gifts that round up to your favorite number—”

“Will that be cash or card?” Heather shouts, loud enough for the most annoying couple she’s seen today to snap out of making heart eyes at each other and look at her.

“Um, card,” the guy reluctantly says as he takes out his wallet.

“Fucking finally,” the cashier mumbles under her breath, thankfully quietly enough for the clients not to hear.

“I take it your day isn’t going well…” the girl chuckles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Heather snarls.

Fuck this ‘customer service’ smiley face façade, she couldn’t care less. This is her fourth job this year anyways, and it’s only February. Maybe by Women’s Day, she’ll be at her eighth. That’d be a pathetic record, and she can’t believe she actually partly wants to reach it, just to feel something again.

“Oh, nothing, sorry,” the girl chuckles again. “Forget it. Have a lovely day! Happy Valentine’s!”

“Go die in a ditch,” Heather retorts, mostly to her computer, her tone hushed again in order to not get fired.

Stupid couples in this stupid store on this stupid holiday. It’s all a scam anyways. A holiday invented for the sole purpose of making single people feel lonely, aromantic people feel invalid, and benefiting off the money in those in relationships. Who the hell thought of this?

Her day could be much worse, she is well aware. She could be swarmed by TDI superfans looking to get her autograph. She could be swarmed by TDI superfans looking to cause her untimely demise. She doesn’t know which one is worse at this point. Lovey-dovey couples are the last of her worries, but she can’t help but roll her eyes at every single one.

Deep down, she knows why; but she refuses to admit it to herself. She tells herself she’s moved past him, that she’s grown as a person and, in turn, outgrown him.

But if she goes even deeper, she knows it’s not true. As mostly everything Heather Kasuga has told in her life, this, too, is a lie.

***

It’s when he drops his make-up brush for the umpteenth time that Alejandro breaks. Not into tears, no; he actually breaks his bathroom mirror. It’s only then that he bursts into tears, because he’s cut himself on the glass, and doesn’t have enough money to replace his mirror.

It’s not like it matters, anyways. He’s become hideous, and he knows this. He wonders why he even has this mirror in his apartment – it’s not like he still likes looking at himself, as he did many years ago… What has it been, a decade? And does it matter? Time stopped after Total Drama, and its importance faded away with it.

On this day, he tends to think back to that damned show, believe it or not. The bonds he’s made on it never leave his head, and one in particular stands out; it’s the one that haunts him most, the one that he wishes actually lasted.

Of course, it’s impossible. They’ve grown. She’s strong, and she’s surely gotten past him.

But he’s weak, and he hasn’t. And he knows this, but never will he admit it.

For Alejandro Burromuerto refuses to tell another lie. Whatever exists up there knows where that gets him.

***

END STORY

Ah, Valentine’s Day. The perfect day to show your partner just how much you love them by giving into the horrors of capitalism and buying them more chocolate than they could eat in a year! How wonderful.

I... seriously pity you if you were expecting something cutesy, haha! Oh my God, the look on your face must be priceless! Listen, when I said these two were going through it, I meant it!

Hey, if it’s any consolation, Chef and I are doing great. We’re watching the first few seasons back to back while laughing at every single painful moment, reminiscing of the screams we’ve heard while on set and ranking them. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is...

coming soon to an AO3 near you.

questions, concerns, suggestions to be deposited in the ask box.

TD: TBBG is written by @canonically47. the blog is entirely run by the writer.

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[multifandomslxt]

hiii i see chubby reader with seventeen?? 🫣

i don’t know your limit but if ot13 isnt possible (idc how long it takes really) then could you write vocal team (+minghao cause huge simp :/) finding a short party dress/bottoms in s/o’s closet that they never wore due to insecurities and they convince them to wear it in their own way 🤭

Vocal team + Minghao

Jeonghan

Found the dress he bought you for your birthday at the back of your closet and confronts you about it.

First off he’d be sad…poor baby thought you didn’t like it and didn’t want to tell him

“You don’t have to hide it you know. You can tell me you hate it”

Sadness turns into confusion when you tell him you only hid it because you don’t think it’ll look good on you

“What? How does that even make sense?”

“I bought it with you in mind”

Long story short you quite literally guilt trips you into wearing it and now half your closet is short dresses and extremely short skirts

He swears it’s only for you to build your confidence but yk it’s also because he likes your legs

Also…something about how your thighs rub together and double in size when you sit down makes him want to fuck you against every surface.

Joshua

Pleaseee

He practically ran to you for an explanation as to why the $3000 dress he bought you was still in a shopping bag in your closet

“Is it the colour that throws you off?”

Refuses to accept that you don’t want to wear it because you’re insecure

Does some cliche shit

Makes you put it on and pulls you in front of the mirror

“Look how gorgeous you look baby”

While he grips your love handles and kisses your neck

Makes eye contact with you in the mirror and seriously tells you

“Don’t speak about yourself like that again do you hear me princess?”

Woozi

I’m so sorry but

Woozi wouldn’t care that he found the dress he bought you at the back of your closet😭

He would probably think that you’re waiting on the right time to wear it

However

When you mention that maybe he should get a refund

Man’s confused asf

he bought the dress because it was in your shopping cart for weeks

So he knew you liked it

“What do mean you don’t want it to show your back rolls?”

“I think that’d be hot”

Like seriously the man does not understand you

“Okayyyy…”

Honestly you end up wearing the dress because he somehow convinces you that those feelings you have towards your body are stupid and therefore invalid.

And also because he loves your back rolls.

Makes you look soft and fluffy.

He’s obsessed he can’t help it.

DK

don’t do that to him

He’ll cry

Really all that can be written here is that he makes you feel bad

Guilty

Also guilt tips you into wearing the dress without even saying anything

Hugs and tears

Is all you’re getting from this man

Seungkwan

Nope

He ain’t having it

He’s cussing you out

“Girl…”

Like a mother nagging her child really😭

“Put the damn dress on so you can see what the fuck I’m talking about”

Folds like a Nokia flip when you do put the dress on

Practically kisses the floor you’re standing on

“How can you not see how fucking breathtaking you areeee”

Every morning he makes you say a mantra

“I am healthy , I am wealthy ,I am rich, I am that bitch.”

Minghao

Y’all fucking

End of story😭

I’m sorry.

When you tell him why the limited edition dress he bought you is in your closet untouched

He practically jumps you

Throws the dress in you direction and fucks you in it

Standing

In front of a mirror

Makes you keep eye contact in the mirror

With each thrust he’s telling you to apologize to yourself

Because no s/o of his will walk around here with that type of mentality

Pinches your nipple through the fabric of the dress when he’s done

“Next time you say something like that I’m fucking you where everyone can see”

#svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt instagram #svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt reactions #svt joshua #svt smut #svt jeonghan #svt minghao #svt dk #svt seungkwan #svt woozi #svt headcanons #multifandomslxt

[bugs1nmybrain]

can you make a Aizawa or Hizashi x bigender reader.

🖤Shouta Aizawa x Bigender!Reader Headcanons💛🐈‍⬛️

I have never written for Present Mic, and I don't want to botch his character at the moment, but I will definitely consider writing him in the future. I actually like the idea of Aizawa being polyamorous with the reader and Hizashi. Maybe I'll try to think up something fun with the three of them in the future. These are just headcanons, but I could make a bigender reader in a one-shot in the future.

My gender identity is similar to bigender, but because of personal reasons, I usually have to mask as a cis-gender girl. I hope I wrote these headcanons with proper consideration.

🐈‍⬛️👍minor's do not interact 💀👍

Warnings: some sfw, but there's some saucy stuff,, mentions of misgendering and dysphoria, soft, some sex headcanons specific to afab and amab people, anal and vaginal sex, mentions of HRT, aizawa is my boy n I love him, not proofread yet

I personally see Aizawa as someone who's bisexual but doesn't give himself a label. For you being bigender, he isn't bothered at all.

When he sees you express as more masculine than feminine, or vice versa, he doesn't really pay much mind to it. He thinks you are incredible no matter what you wear or the gender roles you assume.

Explaining your gender identity can be scary, and Aizawa is a very direct person about his opinions about things. When he assured you that he takes your gender identity seriously, it was a weight off your shoulder.

He will actively ask how he can make sure that you are comfortable. He's not ignorant.

That applies to your physical presentation but also to your personality. So he doesn't care at all if you're being "girly" or "one of the guys," that's not how he is. He appreciates you as you are.

He is supportive, and if he's going to meet people with you, his eraserhead mindset makes him protective of you and he is always paying attention to how others treat you.

Corrects pronouns like no one's business

He will stick up for you if anyone misgenders you, make no mistake of that

And if someone tries to invalidate you, his stare is enough to get them to start walking

Some people who are bigender mask in public or in general, and if you did, he'd understand that. He'd respect your wishes, and when you two are in a more domestic location, he'll address you as what you want him to call you, and lets you be yourself without having to worry that he doesn't see you the same way than when you're "being the other gender."

He secretly thinks you're cute as fuck, but will hardly ever admit it (he'll insinuate it, he can get flirty when he's feeling bold).

This guy has no fashion sense most of the time, but he thinks your style flatters you, and it's easy for you to seduce him sometimes. When you both get home and he's feeling it, he'll start to lecture you, but he isn't disappointed in you in the slightest.

"Do you have any idea how handsome/pretty you've been today?" in a teasing tone.

You'll feign ignorance (tho it turns you on so bad).

"No, you just constantly have to be a brat, huh?"

It gets spicy from then on out. Shouta's sex drive isn't high, but when he knows he has time to kill, he'll rizz you up so bad

He'll have you thinking, "Aizawa?? Are you there??"

Aizawa is big, and so anal sex can cause anxiety, but he's patient and makes sure you're as comfortable as you can be. He'd never pressure you.

Sex can be complicated as someone who isn't on the binary, but Aizawa is here to listen and learn. He's sexually aroused by people no matter their anatomy, so he's open to whatever you're comfortable with. Sex isn't simply penis and vagina, and he knows that.

If you have a penis and aren't comfortable bottoming on a physical level, he's ok with being the recipient. He's a dom-leaning switch, in my opinion. But if you want him inside of you, he is obliging.

The same goes for vaginal sex. He wants to meet your needs because he loves you and wants you to enjoy having sex with him.

He'll make sure to address you properly and ask what you call your genitals and other body parts. Pronouns and pet names are also on his priority when making sure you're comfortable. He'd never want to make you dysphoric

He's proud of you. For everything. Having the courage to be yourself in a world that has a limited view about gender takes guts, and he reminds you of that when you're feeling dysphoric. He'll do everything in his power to support you

He will also completely support you if you decide that HRT or further is something that would affirm your identity better. Will never give you the "I miss who you were" schpeel because that's irrational and he doesn't feel that way, you are who you've always been to him.

He'll notice when you start showing changes and will probably avoid drawing attention to it unless he knows you want to hear him compliment your progress. He thinks you're wonderful with every passing day.

Your gender is a part of who you are, and he is proud of his bigender partner. You're his, no matter what anyone thinks. No matter if you doubt yourself, he sees someone who's strong and resilient and he loves you with all his heart.

#shouta aizawa #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader headcanons #aizawa x bigender reader #aizawa shouta x bigender reader #bisexual aizawa shouta #bigender reader #aizawa x reader smut

[livelist]

Okay because clearly I am still upset about this.

April 23:

To Spn Con Audience: “By show of force: how many of you would consider yourself introverts?" How many extroverts? And how many bisexuals?” “I’m all three.”

April 25:

“I want to deeply apologize for misspeaking this weekend...“My clumsy intention was to wave off actually discussing my sexuality, but I badly fumbled that and [I] understand that was seen as me coming out as bisexual.”

THIS DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. Misha did not need to "wave off actually discussing [his] sexuality." He brought it up himself. He is literally just speaking at a podium, and of his own accord, announces that he is Extroverted, Introverted, and Bisexual. That is a pre-planned, pre-written statement if I have EVER heard one!!! Literally like... bisexual doesn't even make sense in that list? Its clearly a joke so he can come out in a funny way?

Like what argments even exist that can possibly explain what he meant if not "he is Extroverted, Introverted, and Bisexual"? Do you think he just stupidly thought bisexual was a word for both extroverted and introverted? Because that seems fucking impossible!!!

Why would bisexuals be in that list? Also, hes asking the crowd, meaning he literally does not need to say that he is ANY of them!! The whole and only point of asking was so that he could announce that he was bisexual!!! That is the only reason to do this little song and dance audience interaction in the first place!!

I mean, its not like he asked "How many straights? How many gays? How many bisexuals?" And then he felt weird and said "I’m all three!" That could sound more like a natural conversation topic that ended with him making an awkward joke that he thought was nonsense and actually made him sound bisexual. But he obviously did not say or intend to say that, I’m just writing fucking fanfiction to try and make any of this make sense!

Like seriously, there is no way to interpret the actions of April 23 than an authentic coming out of a bisexual actor. I cannot fathom any other interpretation. It is not a mis-speak? What was he trying to say if not that? Please, give me any crazy theory you have, I’m begging, because I have nothing.

And that brings me to April 25.

I really don't see how to interpret the combination of these actions as anything other than biphobic. Either one (1.), he thought it was appropriate to joke about coming out as bisexual, and pretend that it was real for two days, or two (2.), his statement on April 25 was a lie, he did mean to come out, and was forced, by either internalized or externalized biphobia, back into the closet.

1., I think, is overtly biphobic, because intentionally deceiving people into thinking you have come out for multiple days, using that to gain attention and therefore money, making coming out and bisexuality seem like the butt of a joke, like.

Fuck I’m just feeling again how fucking CONFUSING this shit is! There is no logical way to interpret it!!!

Occam's Razor honestly, 1. Doesn't make sense its too weird and confusing for his statement on April 23 to be a joke, lie, or misspeak.... it doesn't compute...

2. Internalized or externalized biphobia forced him back into the closet.

Honestly this is the only thing that actually makes any sense to me. Whatever has been forcing/convincing him to stay in the closet for decades forced/convinced him to walk it back (poorly).

I honestly honestly hate to do this because I really try to take people at their word as much as possible. I give people the benefit of the doubt. And ESPECIALLY when it comes to sexuality. I really believe that we must defer to what they call themselves, because even if they will change their minds one day, I believe that questioning them or invalidating how they define themselves in the moment does more harm than good. Or, in simpler terms, I think that people getting constantly questioned about their sexuality usually makes it harder for them to figure it out themselves.

But also. This is a middle aged man, a public and loud supporter of queer people, and he knows he not only has a specific presence within that community, he knows what his fans *think* about his sexuality. (Whether or not the fans are problematic for that is a matter for a different time.) So forgive me if I feel I should hold him to a higher standard when he makes statements regarding his sexuality.

But this isn't a high standard.

The incredibly low bar he couldn't manage to cross?

Don't authentically come out and then take it back two days later

I didn't even think I had to make a fucking bar for that!!!

It's genuinely so hard to even wrap my mind around what the fuck happened here! What is he claiming happened? "Misspeak"?!?!

Okay. I’m sorry. It's so hard to be clear on this issue because it just genuinely doesn't make sense. But I hope I made it a slightly bit more clear why it doesn't make sense? And seriously, I need answers. At least give me a better lie so I can sleep better at night.

I would really care so little if he was bisexual if it wasnt for the fact that he SAID HE WAS ffs I’m out I hope he and his wife and kids are very happy

#I have not watched or posted or cared about Misha or spn in over a decade #other than this confusing catastrophe #like ive never watched anything from Dream but if he did this #id be pissed off too #and he doesnt have the age or history of misha #sorry for bringing up dream he just popped into my mind as a modern tumblr example #anyway #yeah its just the incredibly confusing nature of this captivates me #I saw another post about this and so many feelings were brought up I guess I had to make a post about it #please engage with me about this but please be nice #misha collins #misha collins bisexual #misha collins sexuality #biphobia #biphobic #bisexual #sexuality

[cottoncandyopinions]

It's wild how on one side of my dash I see people talking about the real issues of transmasc erasure, "you're taking our lesbians away" terf rhetoric, and the ways that trans men are expected to accept ostracisation within leftist spaces without ever advocating for themselves...

Meanwhile on the other side, I see lots of "The MRA's are back, anyone that speaks about transmasc issues are transmisogynists, if you didn't immediately decide transandrophobia is an invalid concept then you're a bigot" type hysteria and it all just pisses me off.

Like trans men will spend their entire life til now perceived as women, expected to be quiet, expected to obey and be a resource to others without taking up too much space or having needs themselves. And upon realizing they're trans, finding their community, and thinking maybe this is a place they can find some modicum of comfort, the community says "no."

We don't want your voice or your struggles, because it doesn't fall in line with the rhetoric. It's not a part of the theory.

SJ theory generalizes, that's the nature of it. It's used to describe society as a whole, and how systemic oppressions operate. Broad academic theory isn't meant to for you to apply it precisely the same way to the individual.

That's what being intersectional is supposed to be about! You're not supposed to say "well systemically men are oppressors, so this man I just met is actively looking to oppress me" when you meet a homeless black man in a wheel chair.

I'm just so tired of the dynamic where in leftist spaces we can't share our stories and pain because they have to align with our ideas of who's the oppressor or not.

To this day, I feel terrified to open up about the fact that an older woman sexually assaulted me as a teen, because I'm so afraid someone will say I'm just targeting lesbians, or that my story promotes predatory stereotypes and shouldn't be shared. I can't talk about shit like that because I know that outside my closest friends, others in leftists spaces don't want to hear about that.

This is all over the place but I'm just so frustrated. Seeing people that have been boiling over, keeping their mouth shut, playing nice even when it's unfair to them, daring to open their mouths to speak all the while trying to be careful, only to still get attacked and made into bigots.

It's like there's no amount of bowing and saying your troubles are meaningless and insisting other people have it worse that will let you be "allowed" to talk about what hurts you.

We're supposed to be past one-upmanship and oppression olympics, it's not about who's had it worse it's about what we can fucking do about it TOGETHER.

And that means being able to drop your academic theory and shit to engage with the people in your community as fucking human beings. That means being able to seriously consider the validity of criticism instead of knee-jerk rejecting it.

Also please stop accusing literally anyone talking about intra-community bullying of talking over people being killed or shit like that, you know damn well that people are capable of caring about multiple issues

#Not long ago I had a bunch of hate anons on my side blog #Saw a trans guy in the replies to a post made by a trans woman express that he related and felt solidarity #He got dogpiled and bullied and cursed and even after all that he apologized and said he would try to do better #Not a single person even expressed kindness after the apology #So I decided to reply and just say that it's cool he wanted to express solidarity and people were being a bit cruel #Dear lord the hateful anons I got #I was tagged in an impromptu call out post calling me “an Aiden” and basically saying I'm peak transmisogyny #When I said I wasn't even a trans guy I was told I must be trying to bait because my gender isn't in my about on that account... #The most unbelievable thing to me is that when pressed further I admitted to being intersex #And that was treated as some kind of cop out #It was clear that wasn't the desired answer because it didn't tell them about my genitalia #Having a trans woman interrogate my identity and attempt to sus out my genitalia is something that only happens with supreme hypocrisy #It's insane right now #transadrophobia #trans community

[tubbytarchia]

Someone asked for other reasons I hate Estonia but there's a lot so I'm making it into a post instead lol

TLDR: very conservative (eg homophobic), expensive living rates and low pay, we get no good stuff, estonians are rude, russians in estonia are rude, domestic abuse rates, estonia is a lame country

I am not claiming that these are exclusive to Estonia, please fuck off if you think that makes my complaints invalid

Estonians are piss conservative (so majorly transphobic, homophobic, anti-abortion etc) (Also racist)

Estonians are fucking rude. There is extremely little common decency like respect for the elderly and junk. Estonians are so quirky because they're so introverted (Estonians very frequently describe Estonians as such) (and often easily aggravated) and then they're SOO introverted that they refuse to even help others. It's not a norm to tip ANYONE or thank workers like bus drivers. I sprained my knee at a store entrance and that shit hurts so I had to keel over for awhile, and yet I felt like I was being a bother by not getting out of the way enough for all the people who couldn't care less. I have so many personal examples but I'll give you my best: My pregnant sister passed out in the middle of a major grocery store only for NO ONE to call for an ambulance until she came to and had to do so herself.

Something I barely ever hear anyone talk about!!! But domestic abuse!! Casual domestic abuse is so normalized that no one ever says anything, a survey from a few years ago found that 1 in 6 Estonians are sexually abused in childhood alone. A survey from this year found that 41% of the women questioned experienced domestic abuse at the hands of their partner. I cannot understate how big of a problem it is that victims just DON'T TALK (and that's not their fault!!!! It's the country's!!!)

About 25% of our population is Russian, and I would not complain about this if 1. Russians living here weren't massive assholes a lot of the time, expecting everyone to speak Russian instead of them learning Estonian or just being fucking respectful (DISCALIMER MY EXPERIENCE AND WHAT I'VE HEARD FROM OTHERS and junk, I'm not generalizing everyone, is this really a racist comment? I seriously do have wayyy more negative experiences with Russians than pleasant, that doesn't mean there aren't decent or nice Russians living here) and 2. if Estonia DIDN'T ENFORCE Russian. I get it, the Russian occupation and whatever shit! But these days you can't even become a good paying DOCTOR with a doctor's degree if you don't also speak Russian

Minimum wage WAS recently increased but the increase was to 4.60USD. While Americans get 7.25USD and I've heard you can get paid like 10USD as a fast food worker too which is crazy to me. Not in Estonia you fucking can't. Wages in general are pretty piss poor and it's often more affordable to just work overseas

Estonia is quaint which is also a plus but to me mostly a minus because I feel so stuck here. Non-Estonians are like "but you have a lot of forests!" like lmao that's the highest possible praise that Estonia can be given. It is incredibly boring here and our highest "mountain" is 318m

The cities are boring. I feel that only two places here can even be called cities, the rest are more like big towns. The capital has some very cool and pretty places but that's about it (ofc Estonia has many cool and pretty locations but compared to other countries? Ughh. Barely any skyscrapers, not many elevated roads or tunnels... all that good stuff)

Our prices are set to become the most expensive in all of Europe!! Local prices have already in some cases doubled in the last year and continue to increase almost monthly, set to increase by another 20% at the start of 2024 lmaoo

Not many big brands. We get some fast food places but no Wendy's or Starbucks or whatever. Nobody wants to invest here, we got Subway recently and they left not even a year later

Not much geek stuff. Estonia has 2 anime stores TOTAL. 4 proper card game stores TOTAL. I'm frankly amazed we even get a singular convention, but we have absolutely no locals. Stores have started selling stuff like Pokemon toys very recently. Even in Finland (overseas neighbor), Pokemon/Digimon/Yugioh was everywhere. And here? Lmao no not ever. Not even ANY school clubs or anything. We get choirs and that's it

Shipping is abysmal. It costs like 10 bucks to send most stuff from Estonia to ANYWHERE in the world, yet it almost exclusively costs 30-50 bucks to ship anything from the US. And shipping fees from even the UK aren't very good either. (Which, again, abysmal accessibility to geek stuff, because people barely ever sell anything in Europe internationally. Mostly US and UK people do, esp because they are the only ones who get any cool stuff)

Local production is expensive as shit because there's little choices because we're still a tiny country. Ofc having your stuff produced in China is always cheaper but then you also gotta wait 3 months for shipping!! Unless you wanna pay 50EUR+ for it of course

Very strict gun laws so I can't go and buy a gun to off myself from this miserable country

#ofc as a resident of your country youre bound to hate it in many ways but sigh #wish so desperately I could get out of here #estonia #fuck you estonia #we have free education and healthcare yayyyyy I guess I have no right to really complain

[sburbian-sage]

(Not the original version drift anon) My co-players explained version drift to me like it was a theory-of-gravity level theory. If it's not, are there any other potential explanations for why the sessions get so different?

Also was the demons thing hyperbole or is that actually a thing? Could I learn how to summon those?

The demons were a joke. I was making my threats overly hyperbolic such that they couldn't be taken seriously or be enforced as such. I may as well have said "in minecraft". Daemons are a real thing, but they're nothing like what you're imagining (and you shouldn't summon them, they're basically pan-session viruses who just blow everything up).

Now I want to make clear, I didn't want to imply that there is literally no merit to Version Drift Theory. There's some interesting ideas there, and certainly a lot that makes sense. I know I brought it up before, but when someone explained Version Drift as being analogous to evolution (in the sense that each Frog, produced through ectobiological reproduction, is slightly different from the "parent" Frog, and this results in differences between "parent and child", and when extrapolated over several eons of reproduction it results in a new species or a new type of the same species, or in this case a new version of the game), things clicked. My main issue with that ask was them asserting that Version Drift was objectively true and I had undergone it (in an attempt to undermine my psyche, no doubt), combined with the suspicious other tidbits which led me to doubt their own knowledge of the game (how do you not know about the naked Dream guys?).

As for why Version Drift is invalid, one would point out that the "eons of history" needed for a species to evolve (or the frogs to evolve and Version Drift-a-la-evolution to occur) isn't possible. The replayernet is pretty young, so to speak, and we certainly haven't been doing this for thousands of years. Even when you have people purposefully giving their frogs viruses and mutations and cancers in an attempt to "fix" the door or just make things worse, we just don't have the timescale or the know-how for how the Frog's biology, or even all of SBURB's coding, works. And what I would propose, is that "hard evidence" of Version Drift is more often than not a combination of confusion over how SBURB operates, gaps in player knowledge, and perhaps just a bit of confirmation bias.

SBURB sessions follow a template, we all know this. Every game begins with Pre-Entry, has players explore the land, the ruins, heal the planet, see their sprite off, perform the Ultimate Alchemy, breed the Genesis Frog, fight the Black King (or Black Queen or Ringwraith if they fuck up badly), exit the game (or die miserably and TPK at any point before this), and rule a new world as not only a god, but as a mature adult (except that part's bugged so we keep doing New Game not-even-plus). The game throws some odds-and-ends there to make it feel different, different Classes, different Aspects, different locations for your Ruins, randomized layouts, maybe you prototyped your kernelsprite with something different, maybe your Land has a new X or Y which makes it operate differently, the point is that this is all just flourishes, different toppings on the same cake. And people get so used to this formulaity that when the game does do something different, they freak the fuck out and assume that the game got updated, or their version changed, and SBURB is different now. It's not, it's game isn't different, it just did something different. It has intelligent (and semi-intelligent) NPCs like Jack Noir or other Carapacians or even other Consorts who will sometimes, of their own free will that they apparently have, do something unexpected (with some predictability, the "Jack Noir takes over Derse" subplot happens more often if you prototype objects hostile to his fashion sensibilities). Each Land has a personal quest associated with it, and depending on the X and Y subjects, your Title, and the subjective "maturity arc", the personal quest can get truly esoteric, out-there, and dare I say unique. And the broader "form a proper narrative around the players" thing can result in even weirder. Sometimes the game glitches out, and the recurring chess symbolism turns into like, Catan or something, or Prospit are the "bad guys" now. Sometimes a glitch glitches out, and an aspect of the game that shouldn't work does now (at least then, and it's almost never the door that rights itself out). Sometimes people just don't know as much about the game as they think they do. I've seen some guys who have never seen or even heard of a specific Class/Aspect combo, and somehow came to the belief that e.g. a Dame of Flow is something that can never happen. And when they see a Dame of Flow, they flip their shit and display their lack of understanding of hypotheticals. Way too often have I seen people cry Version Drift at fairly innocuous stuff, or speculate on it without solid grounding.

And of course, it's pretty easy to understand why someone would believe in Version Drift. If the game can radically alter itself over time, such that once-common Titles become less common, or longstanding bugs get fixed, then that means the game can once again do that at some point in the future. Meaning that as long as we keep holding out, keep replaying, keep pumping out frogs, we might get the golden update that fixes the door, and all of our efforts and suffering will have been worth it and we aren't just losing our minds and losing our friends and dying for no reason, slaves to a broken game, doomed to keep making doomed universes.

I don't intend to be cynical, but this very emotional aspect of Version Drift Theory is what, in my opinion, makes a lot of claims to its truth value somewhat hard to take seriously. It is, once again, not an invalid model. If you've been in history-oriented communities (academia, alt-history hobbies, etc.) you might have heard of the phrase "all models are wrong, but some are useful". That's kind of what I think of Version Drift. Sometimes the game is just weird and throws a curveball at you.

#sburb #replay value au #version drift theory