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aothotties · 3 days

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Telling Toji you want a baby

Hello beautiful people! I wanted to post this yesterday, but I was busy celebrating mothers day myself! Happy belated mothers day to all the sexy moms out there!

Warnings: mentions or pregnancy, fluff, sought angst, mentions of mama fushiguro, creampie, overstimulation,

Word count: 1690

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You and Toji are on your way back from visiting your sister and her family. She just recently had her third baby and you decided to stay and help her around the house.

During your visit, you couldn’t help but develop a bit of baby fever being around her children. Those cute chubby cheeks and the random babbling was enough to convince you to make one yourself.

You and Toji have talked about starting a family of your own in the past but decided you wanted to wait until his son, Megumi, was older.

You’re pulled out of your deep thoughts when you hear car doors closing outside, indicating that your husband and son are home. You greet them at the door and Megumi runs into your arms.

“How was school munchkin?” You ask, picking the small boy up and resting him on your hip.

“It was good, I missed you today.” He rests his head on your shoulder and you rub his back soothingly.

Your baby fever is getting stronger by the damn second and your husband standing in the kitchen watching you two isn’t helping one bit.

“I miss you too gumi, you want a snack?” He shakes his head and closes his eyes instead.

“He had a long day of playing so I’m sure he’s tired.” Your husband says, walking around the island in the kitchen to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“I can tell, I’ll go and lay him down.” You hold Megumi close as you make your way to his room.

You smile at the sound of his light snore and loosened grip on your shirt. You lay him down slowly and plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Love you, mom.” He mumbles sleepily and your eyes widen.

Megumi has never called you mom before, he’s only ever called you by your first name. You and Toji agreed that you would let Megumi decide what you were to him, and it’s clear he has.

You press a kiss to his forehead and close your eyes as you feel tears build up.

“I love you too.” You whisper back and step out of his room.

You quickly wipe your tears and clear your throat as you walk into your and your husband's shared bedroom.

To your surprise Toji is already in there, his headset is thrown over his ears and he’s lounging back in his chair.

“Hey cutie pie, why the long face? Did another animal die in a book or something?” He teases, and you roll your eyes.

You force yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. He looks at you in pure confusion and sets his controller and headset aside.

“Megumi called me mom.” You mumble against his shoulder silently.

Toji freezes in his chair and isn’t exactly quite sure how to react. You both have talked about his wife in the past, but you try not to since you know it’s a bit of a tough subject.

“I’m sorry this is out of nowhere, I just felt like you should know.” He wraps his arms around you tightly and you relax in his embrace.

“Don’t apologize, he’s right you are his mom. You’ve been here since he was one. You’re all he knows.” He rubs your back and rests his forehead against yours.

“I wanted to talk to you about that. So you know how my sister and her husband just had a baby?” You ask, you nervously play with the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah I’m aware, your mother wouldn’t stop asking when we were gonna have our own, why?” He raises an eyebrow and you simply smile at him.

“Oh my god are you pregnant!?” He sits up quickly and you almost fall from his lap.

“Jesus Christ Toji, no I’m not, but I’m hoping I soon will be.” You quickly throw in the last part and await his response.

“You’re serious right now? You want a baby?” He asks looking into your eyes for any signs of doubt.

You nod confidently and straddle his legs while he sits back. You rub your hands up and down his arms and chest slowly.

“Don’t you wanna make a baby with me, Toji?” You seductively ask, lips kissing up his neck gently.

He smirks at your antics and grabs a handful of your ass in his large hands.

“If you’re serious about this then so am I, I’m never gonna say no to coming inside your sweet pussy”

That’s the last thing you remember before you end up bent over the mattress with your face stuffed in the sheets.

You don’t wanna wake up poor Megumi down the hall, but it’s getting harder not to scream with the pounding your poor cunt is receiving.

“Be quiet mama, I see I’ve got to teach you some things. Can’t be waking up the new baby with your screamin’.” He teases, and his rough hand rubs up your back.

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you so your back is flush against his chest. The new angle has your eyes rolling back and your head resting weakly on his shoulder.

“T-Toji, f-feels good!” You whine as his thick bulbous tip abuses your sweet spot.

“Of course it does baby, you can’t stop coming and crying on my cock.” He smirks and holds onto your hips with both hands as he picks up his thrusting.

Your walls tighten around his thick shaft and your orgasm courses through your entire body. Toji wraps an arm around your waist as you convulse on top of him, he uses his other hand to rub quick circles on your swollen nub.

“Fuck! Fuck! Daddy, t-too much” You gasp as another orgasm builds up quickly, your lower belly warming up slightly.

“You can take it, Daddy’s so close princess. I want you to take all of me, can you do that baby?” He grunts out in pleasure, and the feeling of your sopping pussy begins to catch up to him.

His hips start to lose their rhythm but never their force, you nod your head in response to his question.

The hand gripping your waist slaps over your mouth and you scream into it as another climax approaches.

This one wetting the man and bed below you, tears begin to stream down your face and your body goes limp.

Toji replaces his hand with his lips and thrust up into you and few more times before pumping his warm cum into you.

You whimper against his lip with each twitch of his veiny cock, his large fingers finally give your clit a break.

He pulls away from the kiss and rubs his hand over your belly. You open your eyes and look up at him, the need for sleep is very clear on your face.

“You’re going to make an amazing mother.” He plants one last kiss on your forehead before he maneuvers you both to lay on your side.

You smile at the compliment and attempt to sit up so you can go and take a shower.

“Baby, we’re done now. I need to clean up and take a shower.” You look back at him and he raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“Oh no baby, we’re not finished. I was just giving you a break. We need to make sure you get pregnant, don’t we?”

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“Happy Mother’s Day mama!” You hear from above you.

You open your tired eyes and are met with your son and husband standing over you with gifts and breakfast.

“Oh my goodness, thank you guys!” You sit up as quickly as your large belly will allow and rub the sleep from your eyes.

You pull Megumi into your lap with the help of Toji and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. Toji sets the food next to you as he sits down and you kiss him as well.

“Daddy told me to tell you that he cooked.” Your son gives you a bright smile as he tells you the surprise and you hold in a laugh.

You can hear the older man suck on his teeth and can only assume an eye roll came after it.

“Well, I can’t wait to try the food Daddy cooked. I’m sure it’s delicious.” You reassure Toji and he gives you a small smile.

You hum in satisfaction at the taste of the food and also end up feeding your two boys in the process.

“When will my brother get here?” Megumi asks, well you assume that’s what he asked because his mouth is full of eggs.

“Well, baby the doctors said any day now, it’s up to him.” You wipe his face with a napkin and he giggles at the feeling.

“You can come out now, It’s okay!” Megumi lays on the bed and pokes at your stomach as he talks to it.

“Alright boy that’s enough, stop poking your brother.” Toji feeds him another piece of bacon and the little boy jumps off the bed quickly.

You laugh and shake your head while Toji just sighs.

“I don’t know where he gets that from.” He mumbles, stuffing eggs in his mouth now.

“Yeah, I have no clue either.” You say as you stare at the adult version of your son.

“How are you feeling? He doesn’t seem to have much space in there.” He looks down at your belly and tries to massage away any soreness.

“I’m doing alright, he’s ready to come out now. I haven’t had any more contractions within the last hour so I think I’m good.” You continue to eat more food and Toji just stares at you.

“Have you been having contractions and didn’t tell me?” He gently turns your face toward him and you nod your head.

“I woke up and you guys were gone so I laid back down, it’s not like my water broke or anything.” You shrug your shoulders only to realize that you may have spoken too soon as your bed dampens under you.

Toji’s eyes widen in pure shock and you smile nervously at him in return.

“Oops?”

Ari

#jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk imagines #jjk x you #toji x black reader #toji x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader

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trans-girl-nausicaa · 18 hours

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whats with the white pharaoh posting /genq. im not usamerican so i know nothing about mormonism other than its a sect of christianity and might be a cult. also they made a whole got dang state for it

The initial joke for me was “wow, look at this jpeg of a white pharaoh.”

“i wonder what it would be like if a white american man in the 21st century tried to form a kingdom in america based on his flawed perceptions of ancient egypt.” a friend of mine suggested Utah and it completely clicked for me.

But yeah, like, American Egyptophilia and the LDS (Latter Day Saints) movement (Of whcih the Church of Mormon is a part) both originate in the 1800s. There is egyptophilia within the history of the LDS Church, e.g. the Book of Abraham hoax.

Since the origin of the LDS movement, they have formed a lot of different sects.

However, the largest and most powerful LDS sect is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints AKA LDS Church AKA Mormon Church, which has millions of members and has billions of dollars of revenue and assets. It is a strictly hierarchical organization with a lot of power.

Regarding racism:

Mormonism is a white supremacist religion, both doctrinally and structurally. One of the most well-known aspects of its racism is their skin color doctrine.

Hilarious to see the claim that post-2013 the Mormon Church “worked to promote racial equality.” No, they definitely have not.

Here’s what their leadership looked like in 2020:

Is Mormonism a cult?

Arguably. It really depends on what definition of “cult” you are using.

Doctrinally and structurally, Mormonism is patriarchal, white supremacist, homophobic, and transphobic. The LDS Church has a lot of power and money, and has influenced politics both inside and outside of Utah, (im never gonna forgive them for pushing Prop. 8) and has definitely made the world a worse place due to its existence. It’s allegedly very hard to leave the church, especially for members who live in parts of the US that are dominated by Mormonism.

The Mormon Church might not kidnap you and force you to build pyramids, but instead they extract the labor-power of their members through tithes. Oh, and also pressuring their members to perform unpaid missionary work.

Somehow, The Mormon Church isn’t even the worst actor in the LDS Movement. There are some really fucked up sects of LDS, such as the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (FLDS) which split from the Mormon Church so they could continue practicing polygamy. And when I say “polygamy” I do mean “polygamy” in the sense that there is one husband with multiple wives who are essentially his property.

The FLDS, which currently has about 10,000 members (estimated), has been fined for engaging in child labor and is suspected of practicing child sex trafficking.

Uh… And I guess we’ll end on that extremely grim note.

#white pharaoh

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petrssecrethideout · 2 days

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"Alright everyone we are back! And y'know what, instead of trying to do more of an intro, I'm just gonna leave it to you Dale."

"What? Why?"

"...you're kidding right? It's December second there's no way you're not gonna spend the whole podcast talking about cu-"

"OHHHHH YEAH! I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me. Well folks, the cum drum challenge is finally over, and I... well I have some bad news. I didn't fill a whole barrel."

"What?"

"Yeah dude I'm really bummed about it, I feel like i let a whole bunch of people down and--SIKE! I ACTUALLY FILLED TWO!"

"Oh my god, you--"

"Hahaaaaah, I got you there didn't I? You were so worried!, but don't worry y'all, when Dale says he's going to deliver, he fucking DELIVERS!"

"So how the fuck did you manage that?"

"Ok so you know how i said I had to cum 10 times a day to make my goal, well 10 quickly turned into 14, then 23, then 34, and after that I lost count because I got this machine from a friend that jerked me off while I was sleeping, so even after I was cumming 34 times a day there was more after that."

"Jesus Christ dude, that's crazy."

"I know, I was in this constant horny haze, it felt so good, like outside of the podcast all I was doing was lifting, eating and jerkin it! Kind of felt like a vacation honestly."

"How did it affect your gains?"

"Get this: I gained 20 pounds of muscle in a month."

"NO FUCKING WAY!"

"i KNOW RIGHT! And like, I'm fucking huge so every pound at this point is an uphill battle, so, like 20!? its crazy."

"Fuck, man."

"And I'm not the only one either, I got some dms about guys who also took the challenge, and dude holy shit look at this."

"Who is that!?"

"That is.. well I'm not gonna give out full names but Douglas from North Carolina, who was a former bodybuilder, kinda got out of it, tried out the challenge, and gained.... you're not ready for this: 134 pounds in one month."

"That--there's no way that isn't possible."

"I'm telling you dude, I thought it was fake, but he's been posting on Instagram every day and its not only real, but its SO fucking hot. He said something about competing again and, dude PLEASE. I would love to flex on stage with you."

"Ok stop trying to flirt with the fans."

"Hey, we just proved that cumming as much as possible makes me get fucking huge, I think we should let me be as horny as I want now."

"Okay, fine I guess I can't argue with that anymore, but how are you feeling now?"

"My balls hurt."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think its like the lack of stimulation. Honestly I might have to up my rates a bit. Oh, also that reminds me I have a business idea for you. You know how those people did the bathwater thing? Well I was thinking we could maybe sel--"

"No. Absolutely not. That's probably illegal."

"Ok but if it isn't can we do it? I know I'd be able to keep up with demand, and once I add a jerking off schedule to your workout plan you'd definitely be able to help"

"MY WHAT SCHEDULE??"

#ai muscle #muscle fiction #cumcast

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anti-spop · 2 days

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@they-call-me-haiku asked: [hyperlink] this post is so funny because 1. they say “even tv tropes” as if tv tropes is the jesus of all media or something. tv tropes just lists out various tropes found in a movie or tv show, that’s it. 2. op completely ignores the fact that catra still gaslights adora and slaps her when she goes into a panic attack. so even in a “perfect world” where shadow weaver treats catra nicely and loves her, catra is STILL abusive towards adora. doesn’t that defeat the entire point of her character? if shadow weaver wasn’t abusive towards catra in this reality, where did she get her abusive tendencies from? i know that she already had bits of her memory and knew that adora was trying to get out of the portal reality, but if they really wanted to show a contrast between abused catra and catra who grew up with a mother who loved her, they could have shown catra being more gentle with adora, maybe coming clean about what happened and trying to convince adora that the portal reality is better, instead of being like “you’re crazy and you’re just imagining things”. in what world is that catra being supportive of adora? c//a stans continue to ignore canon so they can keep shipping their abusive trashfire of a ship. (not to mention, this entire conflict shows that shadow weaver was indeed catra’s and adora’s adoptive mother but we’re the crazy ones when we point that out)

First, I hope you don't mind answering your ask this way, I couldn't fit it into one screenshot. Second, the post won't show up to me, for some reason. Idk if OP blocked me and/or if I blocked them... When I open the link it just says it doesn't exist. But I guess I can imagine the nature of the post judging by your observations.

You brought up a crucial point: "(...) catra still gaslights adora and slaps her when she goes into a panic attack. so even in a “perfect world” where shadow weaver treats catra nicely and loves her, catra is STILL abusive towards adora. doesn’t that defeat the entire point of her character?" So yeah, it's odd that despite everything, Catra is not any more gentle towards Adora in the Portal reality. If she were, I'd understand C//A stans arguing that Catra and Adora didn't have a hostile relationship before they turned enemies, or if Shadow Weaver loved them healthily. But the s3 finale shows us otherwise. Even with Shadow Weaver's affection, Catra is still cruel towards Adora.

And the thing is, she didn't have to be, if the show always intended for Catra and Adora to get together and/or for Catra to be redeemed. But she just goes way too far, so her redemption feels unnatural and cheap.

#asks #spop critical #anti stans #anti c//a #abuse tw #gaslighting tw #long post

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stevenbasic · 1 day

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Growing into the Job, Post 398: Cat n Mouse, p9

(audio available at my Patreon)

he’s in bed with you, when you stir. Her body’s epic musculature has receded back into her dramatic, womanly curves. She´s certainly softer. And right now, she knows soft is exactly what you need.

“Wh-what time is it?” you ask, groggy.

“Shhhh…shhh honey. You can just rest and relax,” she purrs, the warmest smile you’ve ever seen lighting your world, “I got you into bed, I’ve got you all cuddled up. You just lie back and relax. Here, let’s get some soft pillows behind you, these covers on. You stay niiiice and close and cuddled up to me, and I’ll keep you nice and safe and warm. You've got nothing else to worry about, it’s just you and me. I’m going to take care of everything for us. I’m gonna look after you. Okay just relaxxx that’s it. Just find a comfy position…here, I can help. Thaaaat's it. Is that okay? Is that good, us side-by-side like this? It is? Okay good. You just relax everything is okay and I'm here for you. I’m going to keep you niiice and comfortable and safe. Right here with me.”

What is she doing?

“You’ve been through so much today, you poor baby. I’ll take good care of you.”

Your breath, already, has shallowed. Your pulse, already, has quickened. You can feel your heartbeat thrumming in your chest and - jesus christ already? Didn’t you just…? - pulsing in your cock. Her voice…her voice is soft, sweet and warm, full of sensuous promise. You’re already under her spell.

“Here, I want you to scooch down and spread your legs a bit for me. Can you do that? Can you do that for me? Yeah? There you go…good boy..! Now I’ll take your head in my hand, and grab your cute little butt with the other, and I’ll just sliiiide you in. Oh ffff….oh fuck that’s good. Oh good boy…”

A moan, she moans in pleasure as your erection eases into her.

“Now I’ve got you,” she whispers, “there you go…now I’ve got you.”

She holds you. “Mmmm…yeah…how’s that feel?”

You grunt in response. It feels amazing.

“Sweetie…Is it okay if I push your head into my big warm boobs? Yeah? Uh huh? That’s okay? Ok then, c’mere sweetie. Oh such a good boy. We’ll start out slow…”

She moans, she moans again as her earthen hips gently begin to move, as she uses her hand to thrust your shrunken hips into her own, broader ones.

“Oh, yes. There we go. I’ll use my hand to pump your little hips into me. Just like that. We have you all tucked in nice. You like how big I am? You like how my chest just surrounds your little face? I can barely see you in there, just the top of your little head <giggle!>.”

Giggles and coos as she begins to slowly, gently cuddlefuck you.

“I bet you can hear my heartbeat in there. Can you, sweetie? Can you hear my heart beating in your little ears?”

<thump-thump…thump-thump…>

“There you go, just listen to that…let it relax you…”

<thump-thump…thump-thump…>

“Oh you’re so cute, you’re so adorable. So little, so small and fragile <giggle!> I’m so, so much bigger than you. I just surround you. And you want me to get even bigger, don’t you? You want me to be the biggest. Oh sweetie, yes, yes…I want that too. I want to be the biggest there is, the biggest ever. Are you ready? Are you ready to help me get huge? Okay…okay…say it. Say ‘Melissa…”

She pauses. She waits for you to speak. “C’mon, baby, say it. Say ‘Melissa…’”

“M-Melissa…” you stammer.

“Good boy. Now say ‘Melissa, I want you to grow bigger.’

“M-Melissa, I want you to grow bigger,” you repeat.

“Oh…fuck, yes. Oh, baby, that’s good. Good boy. That works, that works. Mmmmmm…you’re going to help me get so big. Say it again. Say “Melissa, I want you to grow bigger.”

You repeat it again.

“Oh, god, good boy. Good, good boy. Your hips are shivering in my hand. Are you cold baby? Are you cold down there? No? Just nervous? Oh, baby, there’s nothing to be nervous about, you’re safe with me. You’re safe when we’re together. Safe and warm. Just let me make you feel good, cutie.”

Cooing. She’s cooing to you like an infant.

“I just want to hug you forever, like a good little stuffed animal. Like a stuffed animal I can make feel sooo good <giggle>. A teddy bear I can fuck <giggle!>”

More cooing, and a little whine from you.

“Oh, is that a whimper I heard? Ooo, yes, it feels really good doesn’t it baby? Whimper for me again…oh yes, just like that. Whimper and whine my little baby-man. <giggle!> Show me how much you love me, show me how I’m the only one for you. You poor thing I can’t believe you’ve gone your whole life without knowing what it’s like to be loved like this, like the way you need. Big and soft and gentle like I can do for you. Yes, baby. Good boys like you need to be cuddflefucked. You need to be stripped down naked and held tight to us. Held down by soft ladies, by big giant jiggle-mommies while you’re told what a good boy you are.”

She giggles again as you groan.

“Yeah, that’s it…you’re such a good boy. Oh hold me tighter. Oh yes, what a good boy you are. You learn so fast.”

“Oh…what are you doing? What are you doing, hm? You want to suck on my nipple? Aww, okay. You can go right ahead, I’ll even guide you to it…there you go…There you go. You just relax and open up. Ooo there we go…good boy. Go ahead and latch on, go ahead and suck. Goooood boy.”

“Ohhh…baby, I want you even closer. Wrap your arms around me tighter. There, that’s right. You listen, you follow directions so good. Let me..pull you in even deeper. There you go…there you go, feel that? Mmm…let me squeeze you even tighter.”

“Oh, baby…yes. Good boy, good baby. Keep suckling, keep pumping those little hips into me. Ooo, I feel you twitching, you’re shaking. Are you gonna come? Are you gonna come for mama?”

Oh god nnnnno…

You groan.

“Oooo <giggles!> I heard that! You like that? You like when I call myself ‘mama’? Mmm? Do you? Mmm well okay..! We can do that. We can play like that. In fact, I can give you a countdown. 5…

That’s right, good, get ready

4…

Good boy, good boy

3…

That’s right, get ready to come for me.

2…

Come on baby that’s it, that’s right…1. Come for mama. Come on baby come for mama. Come inside her, good boyyyy…

Mmmm that’s right…let it all out. Good boy, good boy. Let it allllll out. That’s right, right into me, gentle, so gentle and nice. Right into mama. Come on, come…come for mama. Good boy. Gooooood boy…..”

More indulgent coos, more encouraging whispers as she talks you through. “That’s right. Good boy…good boy…Mmmmm….”

“Mmmm…yesss….was that nice? It was? Goood, good I’m glad.”

You start to shift; she holds you tight.

“Oh, No-no-no, shhhhhh, baby, no. Shhh. You don’t have to pull out. I want to hold you just like this and let you fall asleep. Shhhh. There you go, just like that. Stay inside mama. I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe and warm, you can keep suckling if you want. Mmmhm? Yeah? Good boy…”

She’s purring to you.

“Oooo…there. I see those little eyes closing again. You go ahead, you go right back to sleep. Mama’s got you. You really are such a good boy…”

You're mommy’s good boy…

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wolfythewitch · 5 months

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carpenter's boy

#yeah. yeah this is about that one jesus post #art #digital art #sketch #jesus christ #bible #wolfy religious tedtalks #joseph

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ghostespresso · 10 months

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staff logging on to tumblr dot com today

#staff sweetie i Promise you an algorithm would kill this webbed site #changing the way reblogs look/work would Absolutely kill this webbed site too #this is a Blogging Platform i dont want it to be like tiktok or twitter jesus #if you NEED to change something literally listen to the the Tumblr Users you pretend you cant hear #if money is what you need make your userbase Happy and you should be fine #the shop is fine blaze posts are fine ad free subscriptions are fine but dont get rid of shit that Works For You in favor of making money #someone really laced up their clown boots today im. so tired staff please dont #tumblr staff #EDIT: staff updated their original post to say we were all misunderstanding but #that doesnt stop the post from being stupid #the whole post was worded for Investors and then presented to the userbase #if you say 'we have big changes planned!' and dont put in the 'as options' its Your Fault that people read it as 'were changing everything'#staff isnt stupid. they know how they Should have worded it better than what they did #so yeah. someone Did lace up their clown boots before they hit post #edit pt 2 lol for the record i dont think tumblr would actually go through with all their changes in that post #they know how the userbase is and there are A Lot of us #i just dont like how? idk. condescending? the post sounded #and out of every place on the internet being being burned alive in the name of money #tumblr is the one place i know enough about to be Actually mad at lol #ive really liked some stuff staff has done in recent years #but talking to your userbase that way wasnt one

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a-sketchy · 4 months

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persona misogyny is so fucking wild. ignoring literally everything else about the entire rest of the games, every single s.link with a female character is like “entirely for having been born a woman i have had to work twice as hard for a fraction of the benefit. even now, i am stripped of my agency in a position i never wanted in the first place” and/or “i’m put on a pedestal by the people in my life because of my looks. men see me as an object to be conquered, women hate me for ‘stealing’ ‘their’ men. if i’m withdrawn i’m a bitch, if i’m friendly i’m easy. because of this, i’m alone” and/or “because of my personality or hobby or lack of cooking skills, i feel like i’m failing at femininity. if being a woman is something i can fail at, then where does that leave me? i’m scared at the loss of my identity and place in society”

like very consistently they present female characters with complex thoughts towards their place in society as women, femininity as a whole, and facing issues stemming from misogyny, and then the payoff is always “my problems were entirely my own fault. i wasn’t strong enough, i was a coward. but now, i’m gonna work hard to be exactly what society expects me to be (which is what i want to be)! i’m gonna do better at femininity (which is still something tangible i can fail at)! i’m going to try hard at making friends (which was my fault for not doing)! all my problems are solved through personal responsibility (that im totally culpable for), effort (which i previously was not putting in), or you, a man! i am Happy and Satisfied with this outcome, can i be Your woman?”

and like hello? why are we here. what the fuck are we doing. why do we keep doing this every single time. can we not do the constant lukewarm attempts at criticizing misogyny so you can jerk off to your own thoughtfulness, while ultimately reinforcing patriarchal systems and brushing off any deeper misogyny-bred issues as a lack of deference to one’s rightful place in society? like maybe don’t do that? for fucking once? just an idea

#i’d really need to rewatch slinks to give more indepth thoughts or pull specific examples #but i’m right and i pace about it every day #i’m not really talking about naoto that’s a whole other can of worms a long way down the line #rambles #if persona’s all about wish fulfillment where’s my persona game where i can be a feminist huh #p4g posting #p3p posting #yeah both of those. i’m not far enough in p4 to have seen the payoff but i know that its fucking persona 4 #and jesus christ yukiko!! i only vaguely know of ai. chie in the main story/dialogue options you have #jesus christ the dialogue options. can you ask literally every girl if they have a boyfriend?? and ‘thats very feminine’ DIE #and man p3p. persona main plot misogyny is weird when you’re on the other side of it #it’s a very different experience being the one getting peeped on #and then saori. and mitsuru. and fuuka. kinda rio. idr a single thing about yukari’s slink i’m sorry but probably her too #also my vague recollection of p5 with haru. ann by default though idr her slink #and goddd of course the. everything else. i’m not touching on. main plot misogyny and inherent writing stuff and etc etc etc etc etc etc et #GOD.#persona is hell

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 7 months

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every time i rewatch the miracle aligner music video i am just flabbergasted. FLABBERGASTED. like. they really chose to make it like THAT. and by 'like THAT' i am specifically referring to:

1) “an attempt to extract the truth... approximately" *cue rosepetals and intense eye contact*

2) THIS being the opening shot of the two of them

3) miles legitimately spending the first minute of the entire video blatantly checking alex out

4) literal rainbow lighting around them

5) endless hand holding and twirling

6) that moment where miles's hand reaches ever so reflexively for alex's neck

7) the fucking closing scene?????????

#i mean seriously #jesus fucking christ #you'd think i'd be immune to this mv by now but if anything it just gets worse every time i watch it #absolute INSANITY #also don't even get me started on their dorky little coordinated mating dance #and the fact that they probably practised it themselves messing about in dressing rooms or one of their living rooms or something #also #incredulousness aside for a moment #i love this video so much for how much fun they're clearly having the whole way through #like how much it's just *them* messing about and being their idiotic selves with each other #but yeah #i'll never be remotely normal about the fact they planned and performed and approved literally every moment of insanity here #i mean for real #there's just no way they didn't know exactly what they were doing with this #milex #miracle aligner #milex gifs #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #lulu posts #my gifs

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whollyjoly · 22 days

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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

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kaeyapilled · 11 months

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kid kaeya sitting quietly on a pew during mass in the favonius church feeling so distinctly alienated from everyone else in there that it borders on despairing

#yknow?#what are our thoughts on how religious the ragnvindr family was btw i need to know what you think #i cant picture them going to church super often. ljke take jeans family for comparison they were definitely in there more frequently #but yknow maybe every sunday? or every special occasion. do mondstadtian holidays include mass too #unclear tbh all of the ones we know about just include day drinking and singing #but there HAS to be more solemn/serious holidays. where youre supposed to go to church #they're catholic coded after all #barbatos died in the cross for our sins etc. ok enough. can you imagine though #Is Venti/Barbatos Jesus-Coded?#this was NOT MY ORIGINAL POINT uhhhhh #yeah kaeya and the gods man. kaeya and religion #kaeyaposting #kaeya alberich #my posts #this post is projection but only mildly because kaeya has such worse relationship to going to church #like im normal about it i just remember sitting in church camp while everyone was having a Moment With God and thinking #(not feeling god's presence at all) Man ... what the hell am i doing here..

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aropride · 5 months

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ok well we know that jesus can emit pure light as he did when he was in his tomb + i assume the light is holiness or joy or purity (considering his spirit was in heaven but his body had died in sin) (considering his body was holy but his spirit was drowning in unquenchable fire).. thinking about the version of jesus i made up in my head who's way cooler and more transgender and i think he would emit sparks and a glowing electric light if you fucked him and i think it would inspire an unfathomably intense lust

#text #this is NOT me taking a stance on whether jesus went to heaven or hell when he died #i didnt know there was discourse about this til i googled to double check i thought it was a given that he went to hell ??#i was CERTAIN it was hell because what else would the damn point of the crucifixion be #gotquestions dot org is trying to say Ofc he didnt go to hell hes too special and ur just reading the verse wrong #which like. ok but THE POINT OF HIS DEATH WAS TO WASH EVERYONES SIN AWAY AND PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE #WHICH IS *DEATH* WHICH LEADS TO *GOING TO HELL* IF YOU'RE NOT SAVED. WHICH HE WASNT! BECAUSE *HE WAS THE SACRIFICE*#THATS THE WHOLE POINT!!! HE WAS DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE. HE WENT TO HELL. HE CAME BACK.#um. i rescind my previous statement about not taking a stance i think i have actually #But if u have like solid proof that isnt 1 peter 3:18-20 pls lmk i havent read the bible in years #OH YEAH DISCLAIMER: i am not xtian . just insane . i was raised as one so i know a lot of lore #but i have memory problems so i forgot a lot of lore #yay!#nsft #SORRY i have like brain problems that lead to me saying these things #likethere is genuinely something reallywrong with me i think But that's not really important read my funny posts boy #would you suck jesus's strap. it is glowing with holy light btw #sorry again #I would.#sorr y a third time #tboy jesus tag

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v0idwraith · 1 year

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james lance has officially joined the ranks of straight men i trust to portray queer characters

#for anyone curious the others are:#david tennant #michael sheen #taika waititi #rhys darby #and ethan hawke #honorable mentions to #robert sean leonard #ncuti gatwa #billy harris #robert sheehan #and pedro pascal #they’re only in ‘honorable mention’ because i either a) haven’t seen a lot of their stuff #b) havent heard them talk about lgbtq+ related things in interviews #or c) they haven’t explicitly said they’re straight (good for them they dont owe anyone shit)#but yeah this post is specifically about one of the newer james lance interviews where he talked about the research he did to play trent #also i know the ‘should straight actors play queer characters’ thing is a hot topic #imo it’s better if queer actors get queer roles but as long as the actor is knowledgeable i think its fine #i think it matters much more for trans characters tho #jesus these tags are longer than the post #ted lasso #trent crimm #james lance

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antiqua-lugar · 5 months

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Your disgrace has something to do with this Ketheric. You yearn to flay him until he forgets himself, as you have.

The way I play Dorian he is generally a fucking dramatic dumbass bard who was fully convinced his Urges were like, his Muse speaking to him to fuel his Art (in his defense, Certified Wise Man Gale told him we all feel the urge to kill from time to time! It's all fine as long as we don't do any killing!) who then evolved to "Those Urges Are Not Normal But Everything Shall Be Well As Long I Only Kill Bad Guys" (because Certified Good Man Wyll And Love Of His Life told him so!). Sceleritas told him to kill Isobel and he just went "Ha-ha! You can't fool me, I have notes on how to be a good person now! Turning around and going to bed, you are not the boss of me!" So these moments are so crucial to me like yeah, Dorian might be a silly bard who spent all of last night annoying the fuck out of Astarion about how Wyll asked him to dance, and it was so lovely, why doesn't Astarion ask Gale to dance, and then having a very stupid argument with Shadowheart at breakfast because she won't give a book back. But like all of that can really be gone in an instant. There is always this thing lying just under the surface and the more he remembers the more he is like. Slightly more comfortable with it.

#antiqua plays bg3 #bg3 durge #bg3 dorian #this post has been brought to you by my second coffee before having to head off to work #i'm sure thinking about my durge is totally gonna help my customer service skills #also jesus dorian and wyll are so fucking young #like #never hit me how young they are till now #oh yeah this one playthrough i have bloodweave and shadow'zel happening in the background things happened #it all started with me realising astarion and gale were the only mature adults in this group and astarion would want gale on his side #yes shadowheart is forty but she got mindwiped ten thousand times

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