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williamsangel · 3 months
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um the strike is over so you can write now but you should just put links on how you can help and resources on ur writing so while ur still writing and spreading a message
i wasn't aware, tysm for telling me <33
although i still believe we should be wary of how much we give to naughty dog, at least until an actual ceasefire is announced.
i'll be incorporating recourses and donations on my posts from now on <3
if any of you have the money to do so, please donate to save this young man's family.
"Hello everyone, I need you to help my family escape a genocide against Palestinians and televised massacres. My name is Mahmoud, I'm from The Gaza Strip, Palestine. I am a university student in İstanbul, Türkiye, and I am raising this fundraiser to help get my beloved family out of Gaza. My parents and two unmarried siblings are together in Khan Younis. My two married siblings, their spouses, and my four nephews (the youngest was born in the middle of the war) evacuated their home to the south where they sought safety for their children in UN tents. After 100 days of miraculously cheating death, my parents had to leave our home in Khan Younis City and go south to Rafah City. Their immediate area is a target for Israeli airstrikes, the hospital near them has already been hit. The building we live in is partially damaged from the blast force of missiles hitting the surrounding area. It could collapse and it’s not safe. I have not been able to contact my parents for two days. The last time I spoke to my brother, Mohammed was three weeks ago. My pain is nothing compared to others, yet I never thought I could go through so much, and lose This number of people and things close to my heart."
nobody should have to go through the pain of not knowing if your loved ones are dead or alive. help free the people of palestine. fight for them, amplify their voices because now is when they need it most.
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nariism · 7 months
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ೃ⁀➷ ALL I WANT ✧.*
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a/n: tooth-rotting fluff !! this is so so mushy and soft. kissing and some touchiness but nothing too crazy i think. also this is unedited brainrot i wrote at 2:30am so enjoy ... <3
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Neuvillette has never told you that he loves you.
The words are always there— resting heavy behind his teeth just waiting to burst out at the most inconvenient times, and yet he's never brought himself to say them.
You don’t need the words to prove his devotion to you anyways, already aware that there is no other soul in the world able to hold him the way you do. But he’s always wanted to say it, stopped only by his own fears.
Immortality is a funny thing. In a thousand years you could be nothing but a distant memory for him, gentle whispers in the back of his mind or ghostly touches wisping over his skin.
The idea of losing you terrifies him, but he knows the loss well and knows to keep his heart safeguarded somewhere deep within himself. I love you are words he only murmurs into your skin while you sleep, or chanted in his head when you hold him.
However, you’ve been proving it difficult to resist ever since you moved in with him.
There's nothing extravagant about the way you wake up, nothing extraordinary or strange. You wake up like any Fontainian would: cold and gloomy and complaining about the weather.
Despite how ordinary it all is, it doesn't stop him from spending the first few minutes of the day admiring your face before he inevitably has to get out of bed to get ready for work.
Mornings are his always favourite; the slow stirrings of the day like a calm before the storm. Those few minutes are precious to him more than anything in the world, where he can do nothing but kiss your sleeping face awake and keep you wrapped up in his arms.
You've recently made it your routine to follow him out of bed a few minutes later. He hasn't found out why exactly until today.
He doesn't even need to turn around to know it all— every part of you memorized and carved into each muscle and filling any thoughts that cross his mind.
The slow shuffling of your feet across the room; the quiet yawn that makes him smile because he can imagine your face; the bumping of your body into the back of his in your clumsy state.
It's all comfortable. Familiar. You.
"Morning..." You mumble, arms wrapping around his waist and nose buried against his back.
"Seems someone slept well," he hums.
Your arms squeeze his waist a little tighter. "Because you keep the bed so warm."
"I see. Is that the only reason you decided to crawl out of bed this morning?" He asks with a little lift of amusement, placing his mug down and watching the ripples stir in his coffee.
"No," you lie rather blatantly, and he laughs in a way that makes your heart flutter. "....Shut up."
"It’s quite rude to say that to the Iudex, no?"
"Shut up," you huff again. Your hands carefully climb under the hem of his shirt and explore the expanse of his skin. The cold this exacts on him makes him stop in his motions. He shivers before finally turning around to catch your wrists.
You frown, gently knocking your face back into his body— his chest this time, where you can hear his heart beating.
"Not my fault you're so warm."
Neuvillette only sighs, scooping you fully into his arms and leaning back onto the counter so you can rest your weight against him.
And he knows every part of you like this too: a memory chained to his beating heart. A second life breathed into him meant only to remember you this way.
He knows you're cranky because the sun just rose and here you are, already shuffling around the cold house since he left his side of the bed empty. He knows that you're impossibly perfect in his arms— a piece of a puzzle hand-crafted for him to hold. He knows that it will be sunny today.
You are everything. Everything.
He pulls you away by the shoulders, nose brushing against yours as he leans in close to kiss you. There's a pause just before your lips meet— an apprehension in his actions. He sighs, shaky and nervous.
"I love you."
Then he kisses you slow and sweet, the same way he has always savoured that feeling twisting in his heart at the very thought of you. Enduring and knowing, lacking any more hesitation because he knows this is exactly what he wants and where he needs to be.
You're blinking at him dumbly when he pulls away, lips parted in such a cute way that he wants to lean in again.
"I must be hearing things because I swear you just said–"
"I love you," he repeats quietly, suddenly feeling embarrassed by his confession yet unable to contain the words anymore.
Your expression twists in wonder and for a moment he can't help but think that you're the most beautiful person in the world. In the centuries that he's been wandering Fontaine, he's never been so sure of one thing:
"I love you," he says for a third time in full confidence. His lips crash into yours again in a frenzy, a flurry of emotions swirling in his stomach and so many thoughts screaming in his ears that he can't think straight.
When he stops for air he doesn't fully leave you, mouth still married to you as he kisses along your cheek to your jaw. You laugh, arms circling around his neck.
"Can you say it again?"
And he will. He would say it a million times just to see you smile like that again.
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🏷️ @saetoshi hi my beautiful
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henrioo · 5 months
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I'm the only guy who uses masculine pronouns who gets really pissed off when he reads a fanfic and it says GENDER NEUTRAL, so when you read it you simply find what
"Girlfriend" "My girl" "My woman" "Mama"
Like, bitch doesn't matter if you're using a neutral pronoun, the moment you use a feminine pronoun stop being a gender-neutral reader
But I think this only gets worse in smut fanfics
The person goes there and puts GENDER NEUTRAL AFAB READER
So if you're a person with afab who isn't cis, wow, a fanfic with my genitals but neutral pronouns so I don't have dysphoria or feel uncomfortable!
And guess what? Again you will find it there
"good girl" "my girl" "my woman" "my girlfriend" and blah blah
Look man, let's be honest, do you want to write solely for female and Afab readers? Okay, it's your right! You can do this completely at will and with a clear conscience
But for god's sake! DON'T PUT ON THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING GENDER NEUTRAL READER IF YOU'RE GOING TO EVENTUALLY USE FEMALE PRONOUNS
THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, IF YOU WANT TO USE FEMALE PRONOUNS JUST SAY IT'S A FUCKING FEM READER, IT WILL SAVE US READERS WITH MALE OR NEUTRAL PRONOUNS FROM READING THIS
That's it, my outburst of personal hatred and at the same time an extra determination to write more male reader
Because besides having a lot of fem content, it seems that the creators who try to make it gender neutral are too stupid to understand how gender and neutral pronouns work
Just say it's a FEM reader, you're not gonna die if you do this asshole
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thronealigned · 8 months
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no it's fine this mind flayer is totally my friend and 100% honest with me all the time it's ok it likes me everything's so normal
#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#i love how raphael directly calls you out on this. 'if id have known you were so gullible i wouldve tricked you into selling your soul for#a bowl of beans when we first met'#and then just keeps insulting you more if you keep insisting emp's really your ally#oc: impulse#sure this'll go in their tag#everything about impulse's Thing with the emperor is so funny to me. and then deeply fucked up if you think about it long enough. and then#really funny again if you think about it even longer#one day i'll do their 2.0 playthrough so i can fully form all my thoughts. and get better screenshots and the ceremorphosis ending#i mean there's nothing stopping me from loading an impulse 1.0 save and going ceremorphosis from there but idk it'd feel wrong#impulse has more tadpoles in their brain than synapses by act 3 and it does really fundamentally change them as a person#tfw your chaotic neutral act-first-ask-questions-never no-impulse-control 17 CHA bestie becomes one of the most detached calculating people#you've ever met. all their old casual wit and humor is still there but they think before they speak now and that really shouldnt feel as#sinister as it does. they have this look in their eye and it feels like they view everyone around them as lesser beings#not because they view other people as subhuman or worse than they are but because they view themself as something *more*#if they have any raw unfiltered emotion left you haven't seen it in weeks. there's one person(?) who gets Unrestrained Feelings privileges#and it's the fucking illithid that lives in their mind and not any of their actual non-monster normal-ish-person friends. that human#connection is fading so fast now. when did they change so much? it happened so slowly in the moment but suddenly now they seem like they#were never the person you became friends with at all#and like impulse is a pretty selfish person from the start but they *did* genuinely like and care about the rest of the party. they were#friends. and by the end of act 3 that friendship should be the deepest and most meaningful it's ever been. but. it just isn't.#so on and so forth etc etc like that. All That Bullshit makes their relationship with lae'zel so interesting (and upsetting) too#they encourage her to side against vlaakith and then they never even try to free orpheus for her and her people's sake. they never even#think about it. they never consider it as an option. they just don't care. and then they EAT HIS BRAIN.#very possibly RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER.#and she's just left adrift. a rebel with no rebellion to lead and very little hope#i'm unwell.#ok i'm done this is a silly meme post. but god i have so many thoughts i have barely been keeping contained
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alwaysonf1 · 6 months
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If I was Felipe Drugovich, someone who works in a fandom centric industry who has turned down multiple great chances to drive in other areas of motorsport so he could sit and drive a handful of times a year in FPs and watch his abilities slip, I simply wouldn't create a history of liking tweets dissing Lance Stroll. Ya know, the man in the seat I want. The man whose father is a majority owner of the team I want on and who could still discourage me getting that seat even if his son leaves.
Like my dude, I wouldn't get caught doing that for a job that people don't really know about. Where is the professionalism? Where is the anxiety? Where is the sense?
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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What I think is so important to learning how to truly appreciate life is learning how to appreciate the creatures and things we've categorized as "disgusting" or "gross."
When I learned to appreciate wasps, I realized how much they just... don't really care about anything, and they're not trying to be an asshole because they're uniquely cruel. If they have any wants, it is to live. Why would I punish that when I also want to live?
This isn't to say you need to fall in love with the creepy crawlies that stalk this world or to love what you cannot, but to recognize that in their arrangement of atoms, they are trying to persevere, and in the end... aren't we all?
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sharksnshakes · 1 year
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Dinner? - Albert Wesker
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Wesker keeps calling you into his office to run point. It's definitely not anything deeper than that, right?
A/N; wesker? with a crush? unspeakable. gn!reader
Wordcount; 629
TW; one singular curse word, use of (y/n) and (l/n)
"(l/n)," Wesker calls, "A word?"
Startled, you glance up from your paperwork and cast a glance behind you. your captain's sticking his head out of his office door, watching you expectantly. You hadn't even heard it open.
It felt like Wesker was calling you into his office to run point every three seconds, and while Jill and Chris had reassured you the action was complimentary, you had your doubts. Even so, you set down your pen and shuffled your paperwork, nodding at the captain.
"Sure. Of course," you reply, meeting Wesker's eyes. The door shuts before you can finish speaking, and you resist sighing out loud.
It's not that you don't respect Captain Wesker: you do, really! No, you just feel like a bug under a microscope whenever you're in that office. You two compare notes--or, rather, Wesker asks your opinion, and you give it to him--and you leave feeling like you've either said the wrong thing, been too honest, or some combination of both.
It doesn't help that his added attention always made your cheeks flush. When he's hanging onto your every word and looking at you like that? It only made you even more hesitant to face him... he's attractive, and he knows it.
You passed Chris on your way to the office, and he gave you an encouraging thumbs-up. That was the other thing: Chris was practically Wesker's right hand man, and yet, you are the one who's constantly being called into his office. You tried not to think too hard about it as you pulled the door open and stepped inside.
Wesker was seated at his desk, focusing intently on a map of sorts, and you knocked softly on the doorframe.
The blond glanced up. "Come in. Shut the door behind you."
You nodded, closing it with a soft click. Your footfalls were quiet on the carpeted floor, and as you approached the desk, you waited for his inevitable questions.
"Dinner."
Your brow furrowed. "What about it?"
"Should I pick you up at seven?"
You blinked owlishly, shaking your head as if to physically clear it. "I'm sorry," you said, "Are you asking me on a date right now?"
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Seven, then?"
Holy shit.
Wesker was asking you on a date. Like... actually.
"I... is that, like, against S.T.A.R.S. protocol? Dating my supervisor?" you asked, mouth moving faster than your brain. You wanted to take the words back the second they left your mouth, but when Wesker chuckled, amused, and leaned forward, chin in his palms, all of your self-doubts shriveled up and died.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me, or not?"
That is the question, isn't it? You'd been so certain of his dislike for you, but now? You prided yourself on being able to read people, but considering current circumstances, it was an ability you'd have to re-evaluate.
Well... how bad could it be?
"Uh. I'd--I think it could be fun," you finally answered, grasping for the right words. "Sure. I mean, yes! Yes, I'd like to go to dinner with you."
"Wonderful. I'll pick you up at seven."
He glanced back down at the map, and you failed to understand how he managed to exude the confidence required to ask people out so casually.
"I'll see you later, then?"
"Yeah. See you," you echoed, stepping out of his office.
The door shut behind you with a slight click, and you stood there, shocked.
You had a date tonight.
Had he always liked you?
"Looking a little pale there, (y/n)," Jill joked from across the room. "You alright?"
Oh, she didn't even know the half of it.
...What were you going to wear?
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darkwood-sleddog · 2 months
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more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.
is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.
is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.
like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.
same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).
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nat-20s · 4 months
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Every Doctor has their own unique cocktail of gender. That being said every single Doctor I would look at and be like "girl WHAT?!?" and "oh my god girlie no!"
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pekodayz · 6 months
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@lnwjean im gonna find u and we’re gonna spin around giggling and laughing and smiling anandnand an ^o^ ! then ILLKILL U
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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years
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Sir may I sit on your lap-
Istg I loved this man a normal amount until you started infecting me with your simping, my child -
It's so funny cuz the artist's caption isn't even about his lap hahahah
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You don't know how you'd always find yourself here when with him, but you can't help but sigh as you shift your weight on your other leg while overlooking Port Ormos at this fine evening.
Right, of course, Alhaitham is doing one of his 'independent research' out here again and somehow you got roped in to wait with him for an informant he agreed to meet here. At night, for privacy, but it's already at the point of when the shop's are already closing for the night.
And there's still another hour. Archons, how long have you been standing here?
You stretch your leg this time, looking around before your gaze lands on Alhaitham sitting on a crate. The only place around to sit on.
With how much you've been shifting around, you're positive he'd already deduced that you were growing tired and desire to rest your legs for once.
His turquoise-orange gaze lifts from the book upon hearing your approach, leaning his other hand on his thigh. "What is it? Want me to lend you my book?"
"No thanks, not interested in the laws of motion right now." You pause. And only when he starts to lower his gaze back to his book did you finally speak what's been on your mind. "May I sit on your lap -"
"I thought you'd never ask." Before you know it, your pulled and sat on the thigh where he was previously leaning on, hand releasing your wrist to wrap around your waist. 'To make sure you don't slip,' he says.
And then he was back to reading, while you sat tense on his lap, trying to catch up with the present events.
The informant didn't arrive. Whether he lied to you or not, at the end of the day, you can't find it in yourself to complain.
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weather-cluddy · 3 months
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And one from 'WHY YOU ARE LONELY' because nothing in ANGRY really fit Shidou (but still using the original prompt):
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cowboyleather · 20 days
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it seems as though a lot of people are taking my posts out of context? or misconstruing my intent in them. I post things specifically about being “bigger” men and such, because I feel as though a lot of transmasc representation defaults to white androgyny or really just white beauty standards in general. and that’s not realistic.
I don’t think it’s necessarily body positivity I’m trying to expose the world to though. just the idea that your body is your own to twist and contort as you please.
you’re free to think whatever you want, just know that I really do read and look at what y’all say.
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sketchy-tour · 3 months
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Every time someone cool follows me, I stare at the notif wondering if they're aware how silly stupid I am
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