pred who likes to pretend his prey is his baby in his belly (while they’re intact)
being all coy with people like teehee well… I’m expecting… (grazes hand over belly) while their prey is inside squirming around going SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
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💕 Sparklecare update 💕
VOL 4: Pages 94-96 ✨ Link to update
🎨 Promo art by @carruni and @bonefruitssc
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oh r promos happening?? hai i hope im not late . im cupid ans this is my boyfriend and yiu shouuld promo me pls. stuff in my pinned etc :)
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“We could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet his, just to find that he had already been looking.”
— Nobody's asked me a question in 45 minutes-
— So what do you do?
— I'm always gonna love you
— I'm always gonna love you too
“Each cut, each scar, each burn, a different mood or time. I told him what the first one was. I told him where the second one came from. I remembered them all. And for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.”
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i like to imagine that this conversation happens soon after sirius and remus adopt teddy
sirius: you can call me dad or mum, whichever you want
teddy: dad or mum, dad or mum…can i call you both?
sirius: *extremely pleased* sure!
teddy: *feeling very clever* i can put them together! you can be dum!
sirius: wait-
teddy: dum dum! sirius is my dum dum!
and from then on teddy called sirius dum dum
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Flat earth
For years, science fiction had warned of inter-dimensional war. Tentacled monstrosities from darker skies, flickering horrors from unfathomable depths, reflections from the broken mirror's farthest edge. With the planet secured, the solar system probed and the galaxy surveilled, they turned their watch to threats from other dimensions.
They never thought that they would come from the second.
The flat-earthers had been infiltrating longer than even fiction had predicted. At first, they had only collected materials. Crop circles, for bio-fuel and sustenance. The Bermuda triangle, compressing ships and aircraft into plate metal. Enough to forge their own war-planes. They tested the borders with three-dimensional space, an axis of evil that crept slowly across the face of the Earth.
Then, once they were ready, they attacked. They hit the Pentagon first - perhaps strategically, perhaps out of confusion - and didn't slow down after that. Their troops amassed in vast columns, line upon line of cross-bows and kite-shields, angles of death, and one particularly vicious circle. Their armies rolled across the globe, the oblate spheroid known as Earth, and flattened all resistance in their path.
But then the resistance caught up. Those early losses had come when they were taken by surprise: an undeclared attack from a place that wasn't shown on their maps, and which had henceforth not existed out of them. It took them a while to rally, but once they were firing on all cylinders, cubes and tetrahedrons, they began to push the invaders back. They had air superiority, after all. Strength in depth.
It was a difficult fight, but they won out in the end. The third dimension's armies pushed back the tide, encircling their rivals and ensphering them. By then, the war was done. Most of the invaders were driven back from whence they'd come, and the few remaining stragglers were confined in maximum security prisms.
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I'm begging other trans people to read an ounce of Black Feminist or Decolonialist Feminist writing. I'm on my hands and knees and begging you. I promise you, I promise you, there is so much more to Feminist theory than anything you have picked up from White/Radical/Pop/Liberal Feminism I promise you. Read There Is No Hierarchy Of Oppressions By Audre Lorde. I have a link to the PDF right here you can read it for free. Take my hand I can't do this alone (thanks glass beach). Peace And Love On Planet Earth.
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Dog-Eared Days
Everyone has dog-eared days
You know those days you can't seem to forget?
The memorable parts of the novelette
The furry friend you can fold, but not pet
Now those folded corners are starting to wear thin
Weakened fibers stretching out
Clinging to stay intact with the rest
Everyone has dog-eared days
Isn't it time to let them go,
to reset?
woof woof woof
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