#lib fem

[aloeverawrites]

Familiarize yourselves with the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child.

The US hasn't signed it yet, but if they had the stunts the alt-right are trying to pull would definitely go against it.

We have to be on the forefront of the children's rights movement and protect it intersectionality along with other civil rights movements like trans rights, gay rights, women's rights, poc rights, indigenous rights, Jewish rights, disabled rights and all basic human rights.

If they go after one of us, they go after us all. Right now children aren't protect so they're being targeted first.

We can't let them use "what about the children" as an excuse to create laws that harm children and adults. But as far as I can see, we are not making as much noise about children's rights. People who care about children might be drawn to the alt-right if they falsely believe that this is the only children's rights movement, we can't allow that to happen.

So spread the word.

Children's rights are human rights.

Trans children's rights are human rights.

#human rights #anti facist #anti capitalism #leftist #children's rights #childism #think of the children #feminism #lib fem #choice feminism #womanism #men's lib #trans rights #poc rights #indigenous rights #disablity #actually autisitc #signal boost #spread the word #children's rights are human rights #un #activism #direct action #come on people let's make some noise

[coochiequeens]

International Day of No Prostitution (IDNP) is observed on October 5 every year. The day aims to make people aware of the problems with prostitution, the sex industry, human trafficking, and sexual exploitation.

The day was first observed in the United States and Australia in 2002. The purpose of this day is to speak out against prostitution. Many organizations, like the University of the Philippines Institute of Human Rights and the Coalition Against Trafficking in Women, support it.

This campaign began in the early 2000s, with its first event in 2002. Its main purpose is to speak out against the terrible practice of selling women and young girls into the sex trade because they're poor or facing other problems. The day wants to make sure everyone knows that it's never okay to pay for sex.

Many organizations that care about women's well-being, human rights, and fighting human trafficking support this initiative. On this day, they hold events to teach people about the dangers of sex work and even offer self-defense training to help those involved.

However, it's important to note that not all feminists agree on this. Some feminists only oppose forced prostitution and believe that women should have the right to choose sex work if they want to. They think it's more important to support sex workers in their fight against abuse instead of trying to end all types of prostitution.

#October 5th #International Day of No Prostitution #University of the Philippines Institute of Human Rights #Coalition Against Trafficking in Women #Some feminists meaning lib fems

[wonryllis]

☆ MY PRETTY DOLL ! ( enhypen hyung line reaction to you in a lingerie )

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen losing their sanity 𖥔 ݁ SMUT MDNI, requested fem!reader LIB? word count ` 1074 PLS REBLOG!!

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

"my pretty little slut, you did this on purpose didn't you?" heeseung's fingers thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace. the wet sounds echoing in the room, adding onto the arousal of watching yourself on the mirror. your back rests against his chest as he holds your legs apart with his own. one hand fingering the fuck out of you and the other grip your throat to force you to keep your eyes at the vulgar image infront.

"falling asleep on my bed with this on, baby you're so dirty and desperate," he grunts at the lewd sight, mentally drooling over the scene of you trying to push your hips forward to meet his fingers when he slows down a bit.

heeseung swears he almost stopped breathing when he came across you passed out on top of his covers, dressed in the prettiest lingerie. more like pretty you making the lingerie look so pretty. the thought of you waiting in his room like that to give him a surprise fueling his inner sex demons. feeling more turned on than ever. grinning sheepishly over his intentions.

"come on now, ride me baby," his arms hook around you as he manhandles you onto his lap. carressing your trembling thighs and slapping your pussy. he rests his palms on the bed, watching you struggle to put his cock inside after all the edging he put you through. cooing at your whiney protests to let you cum, cute and pathetic and hot. so cruel but you loved it and he knew you loved it.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

"fuck baby, i can see your pussy from here," jay groans, feeling his dick twitch hard in his pants. the sleep lolling him from the previous night he spent gaming, immediately vanishing. he is so wide awake right now, orbs bulging out at the sight of you twirling in the middle of his room, showing off the lingerie you just got, for him.

it barely covers your ass, and it barely— wrong it does not cover your pussy at all, he can see it so clearly he thinks he'll grow crazy. frozen in his seat, gulping at every thought that comes to his mind, things he'd do to you right now.

"is it pretty?" you ask, looking at him with doe eyes, he feels he'll bust a nut right then and there. his cock throbbing with anticipation as he gets up from the chair, walking over to where you stand. calloused hands gently brush against everywhere, taking his time to admire your look, trying to imprint the image of it in his brain. "jayyy, do i look pretty? do you like thi—"

"yes baby, so so pretty. so fucking pretty," he's immediately grabbing you by the waist and throwing you on the bed. impatient all of a sudden as he rips the pathetic thread of a panty and shoving down his pants, thrusts his impossibly hard dick so rough into you, it's like he lost control. you drive him batshit crazy and jay doesn't know if it's good or worse that you fucking know it and use it to get what you want.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

"give me a little show, princess," jake's hands twitch with desperation, so restless to touch you. though the need to savour the sight of you in that racy lingerie is strong he can't help but be seated, tense and aroused, eyes locked on your figure.

"shit, you're beautiful," the way the lace hugs your skin with the little sneak peaks of skin showing him exactly what he wants to see but not entirely what he wants to see and it makes him feel feral.

"won't you touch me?" you whine sultrily, and jake feels like a hybrid in rut, his body heating up beyond sane, dick throbbing every other second, feeling hyper aware of his surroundings and possibilities of all that he could do to and with you. he pulls you against him lips landing on yours in an instant, the messiest kiss you have ever shared, rushed and gasping for breath. there's just so much he wants to do right now he can't seem to decide what to start with, malfunctioning poorly.

"fuck, jake," yet he finds it in him to begin with rubbing you over your pretty panties, quick circles with his fingers pressing hard against your sensitive folds,"yes baby, gonna make you feel so good," he pushes you to lay on the edge of the bed before forcing your legs far apart in a snap. getting on his knees and leaving fluttering kisses on you inner thighs. shoving your panties aside and diving in to eat you out at once. from kitten licks to lapping at your slick, from tiny kisses for a tease to lips harshly sucking at your engorged clit. jake was absolutely crazed.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

"sunghoon! what are you doing!" you squeal, squirming in place as sunghoon suddenly grabs you from the corridor into his dark room, and cornering you against his desk roughly pulls your oversized shirt(his shirt) up. door slightly ajar, an open chance for anyone to peak in.

"couldn't help but wonder if you're still wearing it," he whispers, hands fondling your breasts harsh and sloppy over the lace material. just an hour earlier, while he was out with jay you sent him a picture of you dressed in the most gorgeous set of lingerie ever. looking so innocently sexy he felt his breath knocked right out of him, dick hard and leaking in the middle of the mall.

"mhp— they'll h-hear us," but that is least of sunghoon's concern right now, they have heard him fuck you before, multiple times. all he cares about is that you're here, putty in his arms, adorning the hottest thing you have ever worn, fabric barely covering your intimate parts. just touching you like this makes him feel so high on cloud nine, the rush of pleasure in your little whimpers and moans trying to be quiet. nothing is more important than this.

"let them hear, fuck you're so damn pretty i'll cum just from this," his breath is ragged, fast and shuttering as he watches your face contort into the prettiest of expressions while his hand stuffed in your panties, plays with your pussy. fingers switching between flicking and pinching at the little bud and plunging into your slicked hole in slow thrusts.

taglist ( open. ) @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @shawnyle

#enhypen smut #k-labels #THIS TURNED OUT SURPRISINGLY HOT???? #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen sunghoon imagines

[fidel-guevara]

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#i hate that there are so many western leftist posting the same baseless propaganda against iran #like how iran is about to execute 14k prisoners lmao #if you spent time to try to find a source you'll find that there is none #some random ngo said it *might* happen #same tactics they use against china and cuba #i even seen some lib fem accounts post about how the revolutionary guard was raping women before execution so they wouldn't get into heaven #that's some north korea level insane propaganda

[kleftiko]

Hi! Idk if your request is opened or not but if it is, I'd like to request a headcanon for Knb if that's alright?

My request is : How would GOM + Kagami react when their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys?

❦ SHOWER TIME

cw: this is fluff, but language and nudity [ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP]

—kuroko

in a strange turn of events, you end up startling your boyfriend. the bathroom door is slightly open, the sound of running water and slight humming floats through the apartment. you decide that you should probably get clean too as you step into the steamy room. tetsuya doesn’t hear you undressing, or stepping into the shower. it’s only when your cold hands wrap around his waist that he shrieks and spins around—nearly slipping—eyes wide and startled for a split second until he realizes it’s you. then his expression falls into his signature calm smile.

“hi, sweetheart.”

—kagami

you go in the bathroom to pee, and as soon as you make a noise, taiga peers around the curtain with a judgemental look.

“what are you doing?” he asks, shampoo comically in his hair.

you blink. “using the bathroom.”

he sends you a stink eye before closing the curtains and going back to what he was doing. you know he likes his alone time in the shower, but the apartment only had one bathroom, and you like to annoy him (with love). so when you strip down and attempt to join him in the shower you need to wrestle the curtain away from him because he’s using it to cover himself lol.

—murasakibara

he likes when you sit in the bathroom while he showers. you can tell him about your day and he can poke his head out for you to feed him a little snack. it’s not often that you shower with him because the logistics of the shower head and the height difference was always a hassle. until you renovated your shower to a ceiling head, now when he’s finished his himemaru, you can just join him under the water and he can pull you close and prevent you from moving cause “you’re so cute and cuddly, y/n-chin.”

and you stay like that until your body feels like two different temperatures.

—aomine

you enter the bathroom.

“fuck, daiki, it stinks in here.”

“i had to shit, you’re the one that interrupted my shower.”

despite that, you strip down and pull the curtain dramatically to announce that you intend to join him. and this motherfucker is under the water, head tilted back to rinse out his shampoo, eyes looking down at you with a smirk as he says, “just can’t get enough of me, huh?”

so turn the water to cold so he shrieks :)

bonus fem!reader: soapy tits are his weakness. if you ever want anything from him, hop in the shower and ask lol his eyes don’t leave your chest but he’s nodding along to whatever you’re saying. you could ask for a yacht and he’d agree

—kise

doesn’t want to shower without you tbh. he’s usually inviting you to join him, but not in a sexual way. he’s one of those people who blasts music while in the bathroom and likes to perform concerts, so he needs his back up singer. he’ll shampoo his hair into spikes and start screaming punk, it’s your responsibility to play air guitar and ad lib. on the rare occasions that he’s showering by himself and you decide to join him halfway through, his smile is wide, and his introduction goes, “ladies and gentlemen, my backup guitarists!”

—akashi

literally love him. if you open the bathroom door while he’s showering he assumes something is wrong.

“darling? are you alright?” his soft voice just makes you melt, but you assure him that you just want to join him. and he is delighted! in fact, he proposes a bath after you two wash up. he loves having you between his legs, back against his chest while you’re surrounded by bubbles. he’s one of those people that loves non sexual intimacy, so if you turn around and give him a bubble beard, he’ll just watch you with hearts in his eyes.

—midorima

locks the door so you can’t get in. if you’re persistent—knocking, calling his name, etc.—he’ll step out of the shower, towel around his waist, and open the door with an annoyed scowl. you just smile sweetly and hop under the running water. he’s muttering under his breathe at how much of a handful you are, but he’s washing your body carefully and making sure soap doesn’t get in your eyes <3

#knb scenarios #knb x reader #knb kagami #knb imagines #knb headcanons #akashi x reader #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #aomine x reader #murasakibara x reader #midorima x reader #kise x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #knb fluff

[chaewonshoney]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ—berries and kisses - p.js

박종성 x fem!reader ⭒ cw: skinship. wc: 758. LIB!𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ۪ genre: fluff, est. relationship. songs to listen while reading: You(=I) by BOL4 a/n: this one pretty much sucks and wasn't supposed to end like this, but i think I got carried away, so anyways, enjoy!

The sun is still rising over the horizon, allowing its warm light to peek through the curtains, casting a cozy aura over the space, you slowly open your eyes as the warm ray of lazy sunday sunrise welcomes your sleepy self. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes and warm maple syrup filled the room, filling your nose with happiness. Getting rid of the warm comforter, you walk towards the kitchen. Your soft footsteps break the warm silence, which was already broken by the birds' chirping. You peek at your boyfriend standing in the kitchen, gently flipping the fluffy pancakes. His hands are carefully crafting each one with care and precision, ensuring all of them turn out perfect. He notices your presence, tiptoeing behind him, your tiny hands curl around his torso, soft smile across his face as he turns to you, tucking his arms around your waist, "morning, honey. Slept well?" you hum in response. "Mhm, yup..."

You relax into his arms, enjoying the warm embrace. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes lingers, the subtle sweetness filling your senses. "...Smells perfect. Can I help?" He shakes his head with a soft peck on top of your head, placing you on the kitchen counter, "No, princess. I'm almost done." "Ooh, I get to sit here and admire the view of you? I'm all for it!" you say with a smile.

He chuckles softly at you, his hand drifting lightly over your hair. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He hums softly as the light hits him, the rising sun reflecting beautifully off his skin and into your eyes.

"Shouldn't these be about finished...?" you ask playfully, pointing to the pan of delicious smelling cakes. "You'll have to wait just a while longer, babe." He teases, smiling playfully as he flips the last remaining pancake in the pan. "Come on."

He lifts you off the counter with ease, then sets you on his hip, and starts walking to the table. Frowning jokingly, you speak up, "I'm not a human bagpack, Jay." "No? But I do need to transport you somehow..." he teases, his eyes laughing. He carries you to the dining table, placing you on a chair, he steals a few kisses, making you giggle. He then steps back, admiring your beauty, the sun playing off your skin. "Awfully cute for someone who wakes up so grumpy, babe." he teases fondly. "Just because I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, doesn't mean I'm grumpy!" you respond in protest, the corner of your mouth lifting up in a small smile regardless.

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that." he chuckles lightheartedly, walking over to the stove before grabbing a serving spoon. He proceeds to scoop out several pancakes onto your plate, the delicious smells tempting your nose. "I know you better than you know yourself," he chuckles, putting a fork full of pancakes in your mouth. "Mmm..." your eyes close in delight as you taste the delicious food. The warm and fluffy texture on your tongue makes your mouth water with joy.

He chuckles again, this time a bit smugly. "There, was that so hard?" He playfully pats your head after you chew. "Mm...nono! I- mmf!" you complain jokingly, his hands around your waist giving a squeeze, tickling you. Your laughter fills the room, his arms pulling you to him. "Awwh, someone's ticklish~" he chuckles amusedly. You squirm away from his hold, giggling playfully. "No, nooo, stop it!" He wraps his arms around you again in hopes of getting a few more kisses, holding you hostage in his arms, "Never! I need more kisses! You can't escape!" he chuckles back, teasing playfully as he leans into your face, wrapping his arm tighter around you. "Mmmm...I won't kiss you!" you giggle, the corners of your lips trying to lift up. "No?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. "Then I guess I have to make you." his hands move to your hips when you squirm, slowly pulling you closer to him, your words are cut off by the sensation of his warm lips on yours. The kisses start slow at first, his arms around you still, but his free hand joins in, moving your hair out of the way, allowing the kisses to deepen further. His hands move with more urgency, holding you tightly while he wraps his other arm around your waist, you moan softly as the sensations overwhelm you, his breath caressing your skin. The touches of his hands are intoxicating, and you find yourself wanting more.

©chaewonshoney 2024, all rights reserved. Reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated<3

#jay enhypen #jay x reader #jay x y/n #jay soft hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #jay drabbles #enhypen drabbles #jay soft thoughts #enhypen soft hours #jay scenarios #park jongseong #park jongseong x reader #enhypen fluff

[ellitx]

Pls share those yandere Alastor concepts with us sometime! No rush and no specific request at this point, but I would love to see more of what’s on your mind, I really enjoyed the first one! :)

Yandere Alastor concepts

well this isn’t really a spoiler per se but i suppose i’ll give everyone a preview of Alastor and darling’s relationship since it’s going to be mentioned a lot (albeit in little details) in the upcoming stories

first part | second part | third part

word count: 1.4k

warnings: fem!reader

Before arriving at hell:

Alastor and darling are colleagues in the radio station they worked at.

She works as the scriptwriter and is in charge of creating the scripts for him (mostly for the weekly Saturday gossip)

Eventually, the longer you worked together, the less Alastor needed a script since he’s good at ad libbing

But he finds an excuse he needs one so you can visit his office and give it to him. For example, he needs a proper guideline for his upcoming broadcast

Most of the time he’ll invite you for a coffee inside and you’re worried your boss may find you slacking off the longer you stay, but Alastor reassures you it’s still job related discussion

He’d offer you a cup and you happily accept it

Once he knows you also prefer teas, expect there are several options prepared (mostly coffee cuz he doesn’t like teas)

After work, if it’s getting too late, he’d offer to walk you back home, AND he even gestures to you to hold onto his arm which you really find it sweet

Now Alastor’s a real gentleman. You find that very charming and you brush off his little touches such as his hands lingering a little longer when giving his script or when he stands next to you while the producer tells you the new ideas and his arm is brushing over yours

But Alastor can never forget the time you patted his head and praised him

He was flabbergasted. Shocked even. His smile was stiff like a mask. Then he looked away from your gaze and quickly walked towards the door

You were worried if you did something wrong due to his abrupt departure. Maybe he wasn’t comfortable being treated like that more than you thought

If only you knew what was going on in his mind…

The next day he was back to his usual self, but more chirpy and lively. It somehow unnerved you but you disregarded such thought and waved at him.

As usual with work life, you wrote the new script, your producer stayed back to give suggestions on how to improve the script, and Alastor was supposed to prepare himself for the recording.

Nope.

He stayed and tweaked the script. He would brush against you, giving you small jolts each time, and every time you subtly turned around, his glazed eyes met yours and you quickly returned to your typewriter.

His gaze is more intense. As if a hawk is waiting for their prey to take a step out of line. When you turned your face away, Alastor continued to watch you from behind. Your heart was beating so fast, you wished you could leave the booth and go back to the comfort of your house.

After the success of the latest episode, you weren’t expecting an invitation for a nightcap, especially coming from the infamous radio host. With the recent market crash making stable income a rarity, you found yourself hesitating.

Yet Alastor was persistent and he insisted on footing the bill. The urge to decline was strong, yet as you opened your mouth to refuse, his expression shifted, his eyes darkening slightly while his never-faltering grin remained unchanged.

“How could you refuse him?” Your inner voice scolded.

Before you know it, you find yourself at a speakeasy, a glass of chilled whiskey appears before you. You followed the trail of the arm, a long white sleeve covering the muscles you didn’t know were toned.

Has he always been this well-built?

“Is whiskey not to your liking, dear?” Alastor’s voice cut you off from your nonsensical thoughts.

Your gaze never took off from the glass.

I prefer beverages with a lighter touch than whiskey.

You mentally chastised yourself.

You heard a light chuckle, the wood creaking once he took the seat next to yours. The glass clinked as the small cubes danced along the waves.

“Hm, so my guess was right you prefer light alcohol over heavy ones.” The radio host remarked.

Your eyes widened, hands clamping over to your delicate lips. Did you just say that out loud?

“What’s wrong with wanting light alcohol?” The edge in your voice stung the other. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at your remark in amusement.

“I never said it’s wrong to like light drinks,” Alastor swirled his glass before taking a small sip.

Your glass was still untouched, although curiosity was gnawing away at you.

“Why don’t you take a sip? It won��t hurt,” He offered.

Glancing at the burning amber liquid reminded you of the fate that awaited anyone who would be careless enough to get their drink mixed up. The cold droplets made you shiver slightly as they drifted along the sides of the glass.

You pushed the glass to him, “You can have it. I don’t want to get a headache when I still have to work on a new script tomorrow.”

Alastor gazed at your liquor. The jazz music of the bar was a nice touch after a tiring day, yet his visage that reflected beneath the soft glow of the speakeasy said otherwise.

“You’ll be working with Clyde?” There was a sharp tone in his voice.

When did he start caring about what you do?

Alastor looked past you, his eyes narrowed dangerously. That person whom you had previously mistaken for just another co-worker seemed more sinister, ready to pounce on any of your weaknesses. Was it because you rejected his invitation earlier?

“Yes,” you nodded meekly, shifting against your seat as you avoided making contact with his eyes. “The producer told me they want a new broadcast for our station. Like a theatrical drama rather than the weekly hearsay from our listeners,” you explained.

A loud crashing sound resounded within the small bar and you flinched, instinctively recoiling at the piercing noise and you gasped upon noticing a blood trailing from Alastor’s hand.

His drink which was half-empty was now dripping on the counter mixing with the blood that seeped through his hand.

“Alastor! For goodness sake, I just bought that!” A shrill voice shouted from the other side of the counter. A short woman in a flapper dress clicked her tongue and ordered the barkeeper to clean the mess.

“Pardon me for the unpleasant commotion. I didn’t mean to shatter the glass.” Alastor opened his palm and it felt like someone had suddenly slammed a brick wall right across your face.

The sight was sickeningly frightening.

You rummaged through your purse and took out your handkerchief, carefully removing the small glasses pricking into his skin.

He observed your careful ministrations with keen interest, a slight thrill shooting through him as your fingers grazed his. It was like experiencing a treat, each touch sending a wave of unfamiliar sensations coursing through him. Sweet yet sour.

The corner of his lips tugged, almost reaching his eyes. Your pale face, trembling hands, tightened jaw, stumbling words of assurance as you asked for medical assistance— he watched your face intently to catch every subtlety of your expression. He wants to devour every single bit, drink it, absorb it, consume it, nibble on it…

You cleaned up the last bits of blood oozing from his left palm, and he clasped your hand in his unblemished one, holding it firmly as he lifted your knuckles to his lips.

A broad grin spread across his face, reminiscent of the Cheshire cat's, and you couldn't shake the feeling that behind his dark eyes lurked a hint of mischief. It was a smile that seemed to dance between sweetness and something more sinister, leaving you both intrigued and slightly unnerved.

His lips that brushed against your skin provoked a shiver running down your spine, a cold realization settling in your bones. It lurked a darkness that sent a chill through your soul, leaving you with a sinking feeling.

—

After the small night of drinking, you promised to call Alastor later. You thanked him and hurried back home.

On the way, your thoughts are continuously turning into worry and fears. You asked yourself: why do you feel so uncomfortable around him? What makes you feel like you’re in danger?

Were you overthinking this? Maybe. But you couldn't shake off the uneasiness inside you.

Did he plan to hurt you? No, no way. It would be impossible since he was an impeccable gentleman.

This fear of the unknown and dread that gnawed at you will be the root of your sleepless night.

#the irony i had more progress when writing this than the actual chapter #elliwrites #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor

[starcanwrecked-confessions]

i'm SICK of people trying to use she/her for blinky and nibbly just bc they're fem presenting in npmd. it's been made clear that all the lib are gnc and normally use he/him (aside from webby but as she broke off from her brothers that doesn't count). it's like pointing at a man with long hair and saying "woman".

also we know those aren't their true forms. they went with those for their human designs because it reflected them as characters, not for their genders.

~~~

#confession #starkid #hatchetfield #the lords in black #blinky #bliklotep #nibbly #nibblenephim

[roseychains]

I’m not even gonna ask anonymously cuz yes!! anyway,, do uuuu perhaps think u could do shoko x female bodied reader?? specifically COUGH smut COUGH. /nf 🩷🩷 pls and ty!!

shoko smut fem reader ~

A/n: BOY CAN I. When I tell you I giggled and kicked me feet finally getting a request for a girl

Paring: dom!shoko x female reader

C/w: written by a minor!, bondage, purple strap energy, vibrator, fingering, oral (both receiving), one thing about putting out her cigarette on you if ur into that, praise, dirty talk, scissoring, she fucks you with a strap, overstim, edging. VERY HORNY

Shoko is 110% always taking the dominant role in the bedroom. No one can convince me other wise. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t a pillow princess from time to time. She’s still in control, but she likes it when you listen and do as she says.

One of her favorite things to do is lay back on the bed, naked with her legs spread and you, on your knees and your hands tied behind your back, she’d have you suck her clit, while your movement is restricted, you cannot touch her.

She’d grab your hair and pull it, telling you that if you be a good girl and make her cum, she will reward you for it. Along side other remarks of “your doing so well, baby.” And “keep sucking me like that pretty.”

Once she cums on your tongue, the “reward” in question involves her getting her 7 inch purple strap(she gives purple strap vibes) and some other toys and gadgets, and giving you the full kinky run through. She’s marking up your body, binding you in full shibari, then she alternates between eating you out while fingering you, and holding a vibrator against your clit while she pounds yoy with her strap. Doing both several times until your an overstimulated and fucked out mess, droll and tears covering your face

But she’s not always so nice. Sometimes, she can be mean. Be that buy your request, or if you make attempts to get a reaction out of her. She will give you one. She’s used to being gentle with you, but when prompted to do so she will not hesitate to tie all for libs to the bed post and shove a vibrator inside you then leave for an hour or two. Or she might bend you face down ass up, and hold you down by your neck, and get you close by any means possible then stop right before you cum, waiting until she is positive you are sorry.

Her fingers are immaculate. So is her finger game. Being a women herself, she knows all the right spots, where and how to please you. She’s meticulous and precise, with how she can make you cum in less than a minute, or she can work you right up to the absolute edge.

She loves it when you eat her out, she loves having you inbetween her legs, while all she does is whisper sweet words to you while you try your very best to please her, like the good girl she knows you are

She also loves eating you out. Making you sit on her face and grind your hips until you coat her chin in your juices, she will slurp it all up like she’s parched

Dirty talk with her is so sensual, mostly consisting of praise, encouragement, and orders for you. Maybe even the occasional tease, asking you things she knows you can’t respond to because your suffocating in between her thighs

“Doing so well”

“Just like that, keep going”

“Your so pretty like this”

“All this, just for me”

“Mmph. Stop squirming, I can’t eat you the way I want”

“Yes, keep moving your hips like that, grind on me”

“Your such a good girl”

“What are you whining about? This is what you wanted right?”

“You have my attention now, be grateful”

“Shhh don’t cry, I’m not done with you yet”

“Gonna cum? Cum for me princess”

“Yea? Like that? You like it when I’m rough with you?”

“Let you be in control? Not a chance”

“What strap you feeling today? Pink or purple?”

“Be good, and take it. I know you can”

Queen of scissoring. She loves rubbing her sensitive parts on yours, bringing you both simultaneous stimulation. Could also imagine her introducing a double ended dildo for the both of you to share, maybe a vibrator too

She owns a collection of toys for the both of you. Finds it so much fun to experiment and try new toys, positions, get different reactions out of you and try something new

Absolutely fingers you while you shower together or take baths. She can’t help but keep her hands of your gorgeous body, and one thing leads to another when her hands snake down to play with you

She would never, and I mean never hurt you. However, if you begged hard enough, she would put out her cigarette on your skin at your request. At first and several times she denied, but after lots of begging she finally agreed, calling you a kinky fuck. Don’t worry, she kissed the mark

Spells her name with her tongue on every part of your body. Your nipples, breasts, clit, inside you, you neck, anywhere she can she will trace out s h o k o with her tongue

Speaking of her tongue, it’s her favorite way to muffle your noises. If your trying to have sex with her in a hotel or resort, but need to be quiet to not disturb the neighbors, she would straddle you and push you into a deep, long kiss with her tongue while her fingers being you to your high

Loves lingerie, on you and her. It’s just so sexy, showing off your body and all your curves and skin, it stays on during sex, she thinks the lace is so pretty

Of course she is the best at aftercare, she is a doctor after all. She will rub you down head to toe, clean you up, and kiss and cuddle you until you fall asleep beside her

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #shoko ieiri #jjk shoko #jujutsu kaisen shoko #shoko x reader #jujutsu shoko #shoko smut #shoko ieiri smut #jjk ieiri #ieiri shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #shoko x you #shoko ieiri x you

[femmcat]

it’s so funny how much rad fems hate lib fems like it’s reminds me of the spider man pointing meme like yall both say patriarchal rhetoric and say its feminist

#anti radical feminism #anti radfem #intersectionalfeminism #feminism #transrightarehumanrights #if it’s not intersectional it’s not feminist! #anti terf #fuck u terfs

[wonryllis]

☆ ᵎᵎ ENHYPEN COMING HOME TO FIND YOU ASLEEP.

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen in whipped era 𖥔 ݁ fluff, soft soft softtt LIB? fem!reader word count `719 PLS REBLOG!!

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 he knows you stay up late waiting for him, this time he finds your figure laid against the soft cushion in a weirdly adorable position. heeseung quietly tiptoes to have a closer look, taking his time to admire your sleeping face. oh he so wishes to keep coming home to you like this. he'd sit beside you and tell you things he could never have said to your face, his deepest thoughts. apologizing for things he could've done better and thanking you for being with him and loving him.

i think i will love you forever, i want to.

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he is so used to it, at least he thinks he's so used to it but everytime he comes home to find you passed out on the couch, or on the carpet slightly lolling to the side the book in your hands almost falling off, he feels the same butterflies he did when it first happened. if you aren't in your pajamas already, best believe he'll change you himself, not wanting to disturb your sleep and put you to bed like magic fairy. he'll join you in later, and if you accidentally stir awake he'll put you back to sleep.

shh, go back to sleep love, i'm right here.

𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 this guy has a field trip range of emotions upon seeing you asleep after a long day of work. he feels this fuzzy and warm feeling watching the one he loves sleep so peacefully, and on the other hand he's so excited to just join you. if you're on the couch he'll squeeze himself in whatever space he finds and cuddle you into the morning and if you're on the bed, he'll leech onto you leaving more than half the mattress empty while he snuggles into his baby on your side of the bed.

mmm, love having you in my arms like this

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 outwardly he's so nonchalant at first, just coming up to your passed out figure and picking you up to get you to the bed, a smile on the tip of his lips. however the moment you nuzzle into him in a soft whine, he's so putty feeling his heart skip beats, his breath staggering like boy is damn smitten. placing you on the bed he'll quietly pull the covers on, a sneaky kiss on the lips and then leave the room to calm himself down, maybe even scream silently a little with the way you get him nervous over nothing.

fuck, she's so damn adorable i'll melt.

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 he'll text you to ask if you're awake and if you don't respond he knows you're out. he'd definitely softly speak about his day even though you're not listening. complimenting you as he always does of how pretty you manage to look all the time. will sing you a bunch of songs if you wake up, holding you close and tracing over your features, smiling so wide all the tiredness of the day washes away. also makes sure to wake up before you to again admire your sleeping face.

you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 asleep or not, jungwon is always careful when he walks through the door, softly opening and closing it. tiptoeing inside as quietly as he possibly can, and when he spots you asleep on the couch he'll put everything down to bring you to bed. carrying you like the most precious thing, laying you on the mattress and immediately leaning over to leave kisses all over. if you stir awake he's getting in and cuddling you back to sleep, hands caressing your head gently.

it's just me baby, you looked so cute couldn't help it.

𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 will absolutely not switch on anything or make any sound and obviously will carry you to bed if you're passed out somewhere else. he'll kinda avoid looking at your face, until he cannot help it and god help him because once he does he'll be glued, eyes staring non stop. he can't believe someone so beautiful loves him, and all these complicated emotions come at once. he's overwhelmed and so whipped, he'd play around with your hair deep in these thoughts until sleep comes to him too.

how did i manage to have someone like you?

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[animentality]

… the post with the terfs on it is the 4b feminism post, because 4b is a radfem movement with self identified terfs in it. terfs are eating that post up because it’s literally what they’re all about, and the 4b crowd continue to screw over and exclude korean trans women and progressive korean feminists. there’s some great articles of the history of this growing transphobia in the korean women’s lib movement for free on jstor

ok I just checked that post and the version that's getting spread around is literally the anti terf anti rad fem version, like what the fuck?

the replies aren't even bad bc only people who follow me can reply to my posts anyway.

it has 18,000 reblogs.

you guys really think I have the time to go through every reblog to block every single terf who might be reblogging it???

like listen I'm sorry. people have complained about me not blocking every single terf before.

but with all due respect and this is not a fucking flex...

I literally do not have hours to just spend going through my reblogs and blocking every single person who might be a terf.

I can maybe go and block people who add tags.

but not just every single person who's reblogged it.

it's really not feasible, and I have other things to do than fight with stupid ass terfs who just have a million alts anyway.

now if you have someone you want me to block... feel free to tell me and I probably will.

but you don't know every single terf blog on Tumblr either, id wager.

so maybe calm down and remember that you don't have to engage with terfs on this site.

they thrive off making people angry.

sometimes you ignore people who are perpetually online.

sometimes it's better to support trans people, not just rail on transphobes all day.

[thelandsthatare]

Obligatory favorite NPMD moments post

"I'm dead" was unnecessarily funny for the first line of the first song

"I learned it in the anti-bullying assembly last month"

The entire bathtub scene actually. also dirty girl genuinely slaps so hard

All of Richie's anime references

"detention for both of you" :3 god I love Grace

"he thinks the ghost is real, he's just really fucking brave"

The mournful "Oh no she's snapping again" before one of the most unhinged numbers in the entire musical

Grace calling the cops pigs

Paulkins

I have been waiting for what feels like Five Fucking Years

If I Loved You

"Hell?" "She's bisexual and dead, where else would she be?"

"Don't comfort her, she's fucking weird"

The summoning chant is very pretty :3

The LIB song!!! I love my yassified eldritch furby quintuplets and I rewatched that part hundreds of times (and I'm praying for captions before my digital ticket expires lol

Fem Nibbly and Blinky are so special to me you don't even know

"So you do know the Bible"

"That's nasty." [dramatic pause] "I like it"

#hatchetfield extended universe #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

[daryldixonfanfiction]

a (Daryl Dixon) short story - pt.2

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Paring: Daryl Dixon × fem!reader

Summary: on the run from a swarm of walkers they take shelter in un aboundant car.

Warnings: scary situetion, fluff, angst

*rewrritten

WC: 2.4k

Sharp branches scratched against their skin as they exited the forest. They now stood upon a road, littered with an abandoned car and a corpse that had fallen from the driver seat, dried leaves and branches covered the asphalt, making it look forgotten.

Daryl's firm grip loosened as he released her wrist, leaving a loss of warmth there. He moved swiftly around the car, scanning the tree line for the imposing herd closing in on them.

Then suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance, accompanied with distinctive sounds of the walking dead. She tried to revive the car, rotating the key, but it was to no vail. They flinched when suddenly the bushes behind them began to russell, their eyes met in knowing.

They could not escape such a big hurd and they could certainly not outrun them. So with no choice then taking shelter in the trunk of the car, Daryl beacons her towards him, “Comone,” he urges out of breath, swinging the trunk door open for her to enter. Daryl shut the trunk with haste and mutely motioned for her to stay silent, then secured it with his red bandana so it would stay closed.

The tight space forced their bodies to be close, so close their legs were touching, sitting opposite of one another. She could see the focus there, to make sure the dead wouldn’t break in with his crossbow aimed at the entrance where moonlight shines inside.

It had just gone by a few seconds sins they stumbled upon the road and then got into the back of the car, and just as they had settled in the small space the herd began crossing the road. Fear bloomed in her chest, but then a low, almost a warning realization hit her. Knowing she had been naive to blindly follow this stranger inside a car that she was now trapped in. She knew nothing about him but she could tell he was capable of things she wasn't - and things she didn't dare name. But at the same time she had been left with no other choice. Because if it wasn't for him, she would be dead.

The dead growls loudly, thumping against the car as they cross the road, making it shake and creek with every impact. Their terrifying sounds grow as more pass through and maybe the herd was in the hundreds or even more? She didn't know, but the thought was frightening. Thunder boomed, bright flashes of light flicker on the man's face through the small crack and she thought she saw blue.

His eyes were blue.

Hours went by as wave after wave of the dead passed. Lightning struck so close she feared it would hit the car or make her deaf when her ears ringed. But then eventually the storm calmed and so did the hurd.

Feet shuffled against the asphalt, and now and then one would stumble into the car making it creek at the impact. Morning light slips through, brightening up the space. They were silent, not making a sound, keeping them hidden from the dead roaming outside. The last stranglers of the herd dragged their decaying libs along the road to wherever their next meal would be. And it began to feel like the horror from the night never had happened, as if it all had been a simple nightmare, but when the next thud came she knew the nightmare wasn't over, and that she still felt so scared thinking of what would happen if the door didn't hold. It would be game over.

She turns her gaze from the little view the door crack offers of the outside - to the man before her. He meets her gaze, feeling her worry, reshoring her with a nod and motions with his hand facing her, ‘it's gonna be ok, we're ok’. She nods heavenly in return, and the thoughts of him being something to fear was gone in an instant - replaced with trust she hoped was not misplaced.

She keeps her gaze there, lingering with nothing else to occupy her time as he keeps on guarding the entrance. The man's face was pleasing to the eyes. His eyes were dark blue and hooded, making them look black when the light did not reach. His face held a stoic expression, worn with lines and bags under his eyes. As if he didn't sleep well and had certainly seen much more cruelty then she had. His chestnut hair was dark, falling over his eyes ever so slightly, ending at his neck, sticking to his skin as sweat had dampened it. The tip of his ear poked through and he had a straight button nose and a mole above the corner of his mouth. Facial stubble framed his jaw dashingly with a few strands of silver - indicating he must be in his late 30s, or perhaps early 40s?

Maybe she should be more on her guard around someone she didn't know, but something made her feel that she could trust him, that she was safe. And she had been so deprived of that, that she couldn't help it. And he had made no induction for her to fear him and never had she felt that he would harm her. Shad had been afraid but not in that sense. More so of her poor choice of not thinking and being naive. But nothing bad had happened to make her think otherwise. She reasoned that if he didn't try anything he was not one of them bad people out there. And he was protecting her. And she had not asked this of him, he chose to do so himself. And for whatever that reason was, she was alive, and that was all that mattered.

More hours passed and nature hummed, filling their silence they had been smothered in sins the last of the herd had passed true. There were no stragglers left and she was certain the herd was far away by now - making her wonder why they were still in this cramped up oven? Every breath felt suffocating and it was so disgustingly hot that their clothes were completely drenched like an extra layer of skin.

Sliding a hand over her temple, drained and exhausted, she removes the sweat before it can run down her face. God it was hot. Gazing upon the man once more she couldn't help but to take notice how his veins protrude under his skin, along his thick fingers down to his forearm as he held the weapon firmly, never looking away.

Shifting her weight a bit she then reaches forward and opens up the trunk door. Fresh air filled their lungs and the midday sun made them squint until their eyes adjusted to the outside and the world around them felt so empty as if they were the last people on earth.

And ho new? Maybe they were?

-

Daryl slung the black plastic bag over his shoulder, filled with what he had scavenged from the car, and his crossbow in his opposite. They stood before one another. Their eyes meet awkwardly, with the lack of confidence and uncertainty of the words to be spoken. Daryl was a man of few words, so he chose to say nothing even though there was a curiosity about the girl and why she was alone when he had found her.

He stared for a beat, then began walking down the road for her to follow.

She looked down to the pavement, relieved to not be left behind. While her eyes became glossy with relief, she thanked him in thought and followed.

–

The road feels like it keeps on forever. At some point the pavement beneath her sore feet had become dirt in the forest. She hadn't noticed, perhaps because she was too exhausted now? She was used to taking brakes but he didn't seem like he would stop anytime soon. Every step was a challenge and for hours on end they had been walking through the thick forest. Tall trees took the beating sun of their skin, but not the het that slowly drained them.

She began to feel dizzy and her legs heavy as she stared at his back. His biker jacket reminded her of an angel. And if she remembered right, wings were only worn by someone that had survived a bike crash. He was a survivor before and he still is now, and she wanted to know if it was true or if he had just found it because he liked it?

She really began to feel sick now, feeling how she started to pale. Her steps became heavier and her pace slower. The man's wide strides were exhausting to keep up with as her shorter legs struggled to follow.

Daryl felt her gaze behind him. As if to speak but no words left her lips. He knew she was tired, so was he as he had barely been eating since the prison fell. He could feel her pace slowing down. When the sound of her feet stopped, Daryl immediately stod to a halt, attentive and turned to face her.

“Hold up”, she begs, out of breath.

Daryl looks down at her smaller form. She was on the ground with palms flat against the forest flor, holding her weight with her head hanging.

He carefully approached the exhausted girl before him, feeling both perplexed and curious - how this young girl could have made it so far in a world such as this? He couldn't get his head around it. It would make sense if she belonged to a group at some point. He wanted to know. But he chose against it, like he often did. Maybe when they're safe enough and got some food he would ask?

Daryl watched how her shoulders moved in sync with panting breaths. And she looked to be the same age as Beth, but probably a bit older.

“We can’t stay here”, Daryl said, voice deep and rough, though meaning to say it more gently, he failed tremendously.

It was just not safe for either of them out here. The thought of getting caught up by another herd was still fresh on his mind.

His voice took her by surprise. It was the first time the man really spoken past one word sentence. Whatever she expected the man to sound like, she didn't expect it to sound so low and ruff. In a way it was captivating, and maybe she had been lonely for too long to the point a man's voice sounded like the best thing she had heard in days.

“I can't..." Her voice breaking as if on the verge of tears. Daryl could tell she was scared, afraid he would leave her and he knew she wouldn't survive on her own.

She waited for that moment, but It never came. Looking up expecting nothing then abandonment. But to her surprise, there he was. Standing before her as if leaving had never crossed his mind.

Daryl's mind was already made. He stretches out his hand, reassuring; he's not leaving her. Big bambi eyes look upon his hand then his eyes, hesitating for a moment before she takes her soft on into his calloused and her skin was so soft, so delicate.

Warmth radiated from his hand as it made hers look childlike. Only now did she really nothist how much bigger the man was compared to her. He had a wider frame with narrow hips making his shoulders look broad, he was about a head taller, his arms strong with lean muscle with veins traveling in his opposite hand holding the crossbow. Maybe she should feel some type of fear but she didn't. There was something there, kindness, no malicious intent behind his gaze. She was gonna be okay with him, he will keep her safe. And she could feel it as he carefully pulled her back on her feet, as if he was afraid she would collapse to the ground again.

How such a man could possess such a gentle touch was oddly fascinating. He looked like he had never been taught to know how to be soft- like he would rather use force than words.

“Thank you”, she said gratefully.

And he looked at her before nodding, “Comon '', he ordered but there was a gentleness added to his tone now and a noticeable difference in his pace for her to follow.

Being gentle like that has never come naturally. Growing up, he would be put down by his brother if he ever showed that side. Kindness was weakness, his old man often told him growing up. But there was something with this girl that made his old, ingrained ways shift within.

Daryl wanted to be gentle, to think before he acted. Because he was afraid he would somehow hold her small hand just a little too tightly, as if it would break like porcelain. In Daryl's eyes she looked like a frightened deer, a fawn pleading to be saved.

Why he felt that way, he couldn't fully comprehend. The gentleness he showed didn't seem so rong as his old man had told him. It didn't make him feel weak. The gesture felt right and the girl seemed pleased with this act of kindness.

He seemed kind even though he looked like someone to fear. It intrigued her, made her queries off all the layers beneath his rugged and intimidating exterior. And she wanted to hold onto that moment just a bit longer. The moment when their hands touched and their eyes met as space and time stood still - and she worried her eyes had been blushing. She sure hoped not, that he couldn't tell how flustered he made her.

***

They now walked closer. She was no longer walking behind him as she was now comfortable beeing at the man's side.

Glancing up at him, making sure she did not invade his space, she relaxed as he didn't seem bothered by her doing so. She dared getting even closer, with still some room left between them. Maybe the few words they spoke, just an hour ago, had something to do with it?

After some passing moments she finally got the courage to ask what had been on her mind, for some time now. As her curiosity grew, she couldn't help the question from rolling off her tongue.

A deep breath - then.

“So…Do you have a name”?

A good moment passed and she worried her question had upset him.

Then.

“Daryl”, he answered simply, and she wouldn't have heard it if she didn't walk beside him.

A satisfied smile played on her lips, dimples showing as evidence of her little accomplishment. Tilting her head at him as they walked side by side, she continued, picking up that his quietness came from shyness.

“I’m….y/n

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[chaewonshoney]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ—evening glow -p.sh

박성훈 x fem!reader ⋆ cw: petnames, skinship. wc: 486. LIB! genre: fluff, comfort, est. relationship. songs to listen while reading: evening glow by wave to earth a/n: this one is inspired by a scenario i've read earlier, i don't remember which one :( but the setting is kinda same as that one so far. enjoy!

The yellowed evening light drifts through the curtains, highlighting everything in an unnatural way. You’re back at your desk, stressed once again, this time even more than before. The next few days seem like a lifetime away, and your stress-induced anxiety continues to grow. Your mind slowly starts to spin out of control, making you feel worse and worse. But just as all hope seems lost… You feel a presence at your side. You look over, expecting to see nothing, but suddenly, he is there before you. You turn to face him, his presence was enough to make you feel the warmth of comfort, you found yourself melting in his arms, “Babe, do you even remember when you started studying for your finals?” His voice breaks the well-established silence of the room, hands finding its way to stroke your hair gently. “I... don't even want to know, why do I feel like a failure who can't even get everything straight...”

“Shhh, it’s okay my love. You aren’t a failure at anything. I promise you, it’s all going to be okay.” He wraps you up even closer in his warm embrace, making you feel completely sheltered by his presence. His voice is reassuring and calming, instantly bringing peace to your mind. “I know how hard you’ve been studying, how hard you’ve been trying. And I promise you, you’ll do just fine. You always do,” Quick sobs leave your chest, he pats your head gently. “I-I know,” he whispers, brushing a lock of your hair out of your face, looking straight at your eyes, “I know you’ve been studying so hard, for so long. You’ve been putting in your best effort, and I’m so, so proud of you.” More tears rush down your cheeks, and he simply holds you even tighter, rubbing your back and hair to keep you comfortable. “You have nothing to worry about. Things never go perfectly, they almost always have bumps and hiccups and things like that. But that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re a failure. It means you’re a normal person. I’m here for you, and everything’s going to be okay, I promise you.” He kisses your forehead gently. His presence, his warmth, his words are like a warm, cozy blanket that covers you, calming all the worries and stresses and fears of the past and future that have been eating away at your mind. He wraps you up in his arms again, and you melt once more, this time finally feeling at ease, confident, and free of the stresses that have been plaguing you. Cause, you know that he's right. Everything is going to be okay. You'll do fine, everything is going to work out.

With a playful smile on his face, he ruffles your hair, making you giggle, “Alright, Princess. Let's ditch the worries of your damn finals for this evening and get you some dinner. Homemade tonight?”

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[happysadyoyo]

Also... I think we need to start acknowledging that large swathes of feminists will belittle, put down, or outright mock men's issues if they're brought up at all.

It's not a TERF thing. Hell, it's not even a rad fem thing so much as it is a sort of leakage of what were originally rad fem specific ideas into general lib and intersectional feminism.

Y'all act like there has to be a physical enemy and decide to cast men as a whole in that role. And that's dumb as fuck.