#//i hope you dont mind continuing this!

[kugelfische]

what was i to say? what can you say ,

[pnfc]

i haint watched the dang chibisode and idk if ill actually watch it with sound on sdfjk but i have a hurt feeling about them casually imbuing perry with speech for a one off gag because the idea that he needs to talk to communicate is fake. we had 4 seasons of wacky magic hijinks cartoon where perry never needed verbal speech to communicate. they couldve done this gag at any point in the show but they didn't, and the fact that they didn't felt significant. perry's muteness is such a core part of his character, to me, to the way i conceive of him/write him. i don't wanna overreact to a goofy little side cartoon (even tho i'm doing it anyway) but it's still the characters, and it still upsets me! ok that's it i've said my piece

[blackpilljesus]

I dont care about the odds of womens liberation happening because I dont solely focus on "winning" per se. That's not to say I dont want or aim towards it but freedom isn't just about the end but the journey too. Cultivating a lifestyle as a single childfree woman is something bigger than me and something I hold onto to get me by.

One thing about conscious is that we all know we're going to die. This terrifies some; but in some cases it gives a purpose to existence. Death becomes a metric to measure the things that are worth it in life, things to dedicate life towards for fulfillment in existing. Whether the end goal actually comes to fruition or not is irrelevant because the hope and purpose carries you as you live.

To get by the hardships of life and inevitability of death: dedicate yourself to something bigger than you. Having a sense of purpose beyond yourself drives innovation & delivery. It's not just about how long you live but what you live (& are willing to die) for. This is how cults, religion, charity, activism, natalism etc affect people. It gives them a sense of purpose greater than themselves so they devote their lives to them even in extreme cases where it'd kill them. They suffer & work in the name of their cause.

Many women regret encountering feminism & seeing maIes for how evil they are but I dont. I see things more clearly & more importantly it's given me a purpose in life; something to orient how I carry myself as long as I live: To pour my energy into myself & other likeminded women, to live beyond serving a maIe, to trust myself & not let the claws of maIe supremacy sink into me, to be the subject of my life instead of the object, to know I'm ending the line of suffering and not giving maIes what they ultimately want - another soul in the chain to continue the suffering, etc. That's the direction I'm taking my life.

I'm saying all of this because with things like separatism, 4B etc if you're serious about it think about these things as something bigger than yourself let it be something that you devote yourself to that goes beyond you. In the end it isn't just about you, it's about the future children you're saving from experiencing the hurt & suffering of this world. For me, no matter what happens as long as I dont give birth before I die that's a W for me - when I die the suffering in my line ends with me. So that's how I see this as something bigger than myself, it's not just about me but my (potential) future offspring. And before anyone tells me about how there's good in this world; good isn't guaranteed but suffering is.

When you give yourself to something bigger than you you're able to commit to things for the greater good & not just doing things for the sake of it. I dont refuse to date, reproduce, wear makeup, etc to stick it to anybody; it's just freeing for me. I think the lack of seeing these things as something bigger than yourself is part of why many women struggle to commit to this or even think of the idea (there's obvs many reasons but I wont get into them to stay focused). I commonly to hear things "I'm not doing x for some fringe online movement" because they dont see a greater good, sense, or purpose to it so instead women will get in pro woman spaces demanding it caters to them & their existing habits rather than working within these spaces towards a goal greater than themselves compared to dating which is why they're willing to inconvenience & risk more in that regard.

This might sound extreme but many people whether they're aware of it or not have a purpose for themselves at some point & legacy they want to build to leave something behind or it fulfils them. For me the way I see all of this is that I want to succeed as a single childfree woman as my legacy. That's what I build towards. I occasionally ask myself that if I was to die now would my life & the things I did reflect what I believed in at the end of the day. Now obviously people have different motives & legacy aspirations which causes conflict (even with maIe supremacy it's about legacy which is why maIes live & die for it. It makes it easier for them to reproduce & steal labour from women to pass off as their own & that's something added to their legacy - something that lives beyond). Ofc not everyone gets remembered but in the grand scheme of things as I mentioned it's not about the end goal but the journey there.

The thing with fulfilment is that it is so strong if this thing wasn't there people likely wouldn't know what to do with themselves. Despite the criticisms of religion, part of why it's so powerful & popular is bc many people wouldn't know what to do without that framework shaping their lives. Something they can lean on in hard times, something that directs the way they go about their daily lives so people take it very seriously with its ups and downs as it gives them purpose & they'd be lost otherwise. Similar thing with patriarchy, if you remove the benefits it comes with; maIes wouldn't have a purpose to work towards & existence wouldn't be worth it for most of them. This is why many of them dont care about going on rampages even if it costs them their lives to uphold the system as they have nothing to live for out of maIe supremacy. A loss of those structures would be a net negative as they have to work harder for the same or less results.

For many women, romance is something that fulfils them & adds purpose to their lives (remember having purpose to something means you're willing to struggle for it). In my previous post I addressed the argument of how there'll be violence when women reject maIes en masse but even when women choose to date maIes the risk of violence is still there (which there's endless strategies on how to 'vet' and mitigate) but they still go for it because a having relationship is something bigger than themselves. These things fulfil them so much so that many women refuse to take maIes as they are & actively shut out news about their violence bc it'd make them hate them & they dont want to do that bc losing romance would be losing it all. It isn't just about them, they're looking for someone to explore, build, and create life with as it fulfils them so they'd be willing to take risks to find that. Hell even out of dating, many women will risk their lives & livelihood to advocate for maIes politically as they see the cause as greater than them.

I've provided examples to put this concept in context so for the more relevant part: as a single childfree woman where does this leave you? Find a sense of purpose & fulfilment to it. This is something that has to come from within for it to stick, a sentence I say isn't going to give you purpose bc you dont know me & I dont know you. To a degree, typical things that give people purpose & fulfilment are messages that have been instilled into them from childhood. As people grow & face challenges it's something they lean on and it works for them to get by life. Many religious people look to their creator when they're going through hard times in addition to everything else they do surrounding religion as they devote themselves to that. So having a purpose & sense of fulfilment is important bc when adversity inevitably comes up it will help you overcome it.

TLDR: We're always taking risks depending on what we find purpose & fulfilment in. These things tend to be bigger than ourselves. Find purpose and fulfilment to being a single childfree woman.

This is the final part of my series of posts about the popularity & rise of single childfree women:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[fangomango]

Me scrolling through my dash seeing the @hellsite-hall-of-fame and @hellsite-hall-of-girlfriend 's posts of them literally being the cutest people on earth

My love life might be dead but by golly do I enjoy seeing these goobers be adorable

[todayisafridaynight]

light

[eyeless-smiles]

@defyxoblivion asked:

Dream throne was empty. Or at least, it had been. Vecna, the Whispered One, had come to claim it. And the Universe trembled. Now his human vessel stood before the Corinthian, holding the plucked eye of his newest victim.

“You are a delightful creature. I don’t know why Dream of the Infinite would have ever wanted you so limited as to be contained solely to the sleeping world.” With a grin, he held out the bloody orb. “But I’m being rude, keeping you from your meal. Please. You worked hard for this. Enjoy.”

The Corinthian's breath leaves its lips with a tremble. Not out of fear, nor rage, but a deep seated unease to witness another sit in the Dream King's throne. The entire Dreaming is silently screaming out: this is wrong. The Realm is in danger. Passed into the hands of one whom it does not belong.

And like the rest of the Dreaming, the Corinthian wants to hate the intruder. To oust the virus from the heart of Dream's realm.

Instead, the Nightmare reaches out to take the offered eye. Concealed maws studying the visceral orb upon his palm as he swallows down the weight of foreboding that screams from every grain of sand in his being.

"I suppose you will not stop me from re-entering the Waking World, then?" He questions as his fingers close around the gift. He doesn't know who this eye belongs to. Perhaps it is considered rude to not indulge in an offered meal when it is presented to him, but the Corinthian is not about to simply roll over and obey a new ruler for the sake of a treat.

"I don't care much for Dream's realm. But I like my own freedom."

[yannysif]

Sooo I know I disappeared for a bit again, but this time I was basically doing my own shonen protagonist training arc - been consuming a TON of tutorials and practicing in general, only a few of them are even remotely worth sharing, like this one! I'm not very happy with it, but at the same time, I put in too much effort to let it go to waste so I thought, why not attach a drabble with this because I need to practice my writing alongside my art too..

And so here's a short story of sorts that would take place in the prologue (it won't be exactly like this in-game since I'll have choices and variations to incorporate) hope you enjoy!

"Would you like to dance?"

You look at Lucien as if he's grown an extra head, as he extends his hand to you, waiting. The two of you were taking a stroll in his gardens after dinner, and you were in-between feeling at peace in the environment, and incredibly nervous as you were walking alongside Lucien Lockhart, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he was no longer just your favorite character beyond a screen, he was living, breathing, right next to you, you.

You were quietly taking in the foliage under the moonlight, reveling in the novelty of it, never having had the chance to see such a gorgeous garden at night (but really, everything was new when you were in an entirely different world) when he sprung the question on you.

You could feel his quiet amusement to your reaction, as you stare holes into the palm of his hand, wondering if it was worth taking it, to risk making a completely fool out of yourself in the process, in front of him, and so soon after meeting him? No, you couldn't-

"You are always welcome to say no, please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to."

Doesn't that just lay on the pressure even more!? But as you look at him and his gentle expression, like you could do no wrong, it felt easier to go along with it. And the moment you placed your hand in his, you felt it was the right choice seeing his face light up from that action alone.

He gently pulls you into position, one hand still holding yours, the other on your waist. He looked for all the world, content, as if it was enough for him just to hold you, have you near. He gives you one last questioning look, silently asking if it's alright to keep going. You can't back out now; you give him a nod, not trusting your voice.

It took all of 2 seconds to step on his foot. Oh this was a terrible idea what were you thinking-

You were brought out of your down-spiral by the sound of your name, prompting you to look up, at his face, his ever present smile when he's near you, immediately providing you with reassurance.

"Don't overthink it, just trust me."

Trust him.

Wasn't that a lot to ask from someone who's practically a stranger? But then again, maybe you weren't. After all, the two of you knew about the other this whole time, when you assumed it was a one-way street. In fact, you think he knows you better (knows you well, too well) than most of the people in your life. You could see it in all the little considerations he made for you in your short time together.

So you couldn't help but want to trust him.

You take a deep breath to ground yourself, and as you do, you could hear music drifting in the air, faint, but present. It was from the musicians Lucien had hired to play during dinner (to welcome you, he explained, when you said it was a bit too much fanfare for someone like you. He promises the next dinner onward would be simpler, for you. You couldn't help but feel a little wonder, at the assured promise of future dinners spent together, like it was only natural.)

So they were still playing, you hadn't noticed from your nervousness, but it made it feel a little less awkward to have some music to dance to.

You set your shoulders, resolute, as you gaze back at Lucien. He gives you a knowing smile, and begins to move again.

Trust him.

And so you do. You let yourself loosen up, trusting him to lead, to go where he pushed and pulled. It takes a moment, but soon the two of you fall into a rhythm, dancing to the music, and soon everything else fell away. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips; you were doing it, you were dancing! And when Lucien smiles back at you, eyes filled with nothing but pride and admiration for you, you could feel happiness swell from within you.

"I'm going to spin you, ok?"

The next moment, he gently pulls your arm up and leads you in a twirl, and you couldn't help but feel a little silly(a little giddy) as you enact a scene you could only imagine before.

"Once more"

That was all the warning you get when this time, he lets go of your hand to instead place both on your waist. You couldn't help the gasp ripped out of you when he lifts you for a spin, impossibly stronger than he appeared, but soon devolved into delighted laughter as you grab his shoulders, weightless in the air.

You've never felt freer than you did at this moment.

[charee]

it's hard to work on a big project ALONE. i have all the freedom in the world to make it perfect my way. but the possibility not having enough time to show the passion and time put into it consumes my thoughts constantly

[skyheld]

@moonprayed cont. from x

"it feels cold to leave them here." fely'ene's eyes fill with tears as she gazes at the ambushed tieflings. she knows they cannot do anything for them or even to just move them. it feels like just a few days ago they had all shared camp together. and here they were...

she knows ameridan is right, and that he is being practical. but it hurts. how many innocents would need to die to sate this damned absolute? "give me a few minutes." she asks, softly, and move forward towards the corpses.

she kneels by each, placing a hand over their eyes, closing them if they weren't already. she says a few words to her goddess in prayer at each - asking for eilistraee to keep watch over their souls and those that remained safe.

"okay." she stands and looks back at ameridan, resolve on her face. "let's go."

It seems as though every victory they've had has been followed by a setback, or been so costly it hardly seems worth it anyway. They saved the Grove from the Shadow-druids, but it will never be the same; dissent will cut its line through it forever. They saved Halsin and killed the goblin generals, but they waded through so much blood to do it. They saved the tieflings from being cast out of the Grove before the goblin threat had been dealt with — and now they find this.

"Go ahead. I'll wait." He feels guilty now for suggesting they move on without even the barest ceremony. But he says no prayers himself. Luck abandoned these people long ago. Tymora never even looked at them twice while they lived; why would she do it now that they're dead?

Instead he wipes his own tears and counts the bodies. "These aren't all of those who left the Grove", he says when she's done. "Some of them must have either been taken — or they escaped. Though how far they could have gotten, with these Shadows..."

[misc-muses]

@crvptd replied: Sparkle eyes!! Claps!!!

Kedamono shakes his head madly, but with a pop! the two halves separate and are pulled apart. The purple wolf looks down and wiggles his toes, the previous mask falling away to one of surprise, and then one of excitement that it worked. He claps his hands with Creech, turning towards Popee, who doesn't seem nearly as happy.

Kedamono tilts his head to the side slightly. The teenager shook his head like it hadn't worked and raised the chainsaw again with malicious intent.

[maudlxne]

In truth, it had never been her intent to startle the other. However, if she had taken the time to take a few steps back to think about her actions Hinata would have been able to realize just how strange it was. There had been no ill will behind it. In fact, it was her own way of an apology for being suspicious about her in the first place. Ironic how she has just thrown the suspicion onto her instead. It only really dawned on her when that uncomfortable look washed over Karin's features.

Delicate but scar-covered hands raised up, quickly waving them back and forth in panic.

❝ O - Oh ! You. . .you don't have wear to it if it m - makes you uncomfortable! It's just - well - I felt b - bad about being suspicious of you earlier. S - so I wanted to give you something as an apology. I knit as a h- hobby! It gets cold here this time of year s - s- I just thought. . . ❞

In fact, she had plenty of knitted items around her room. Even if her father considered it a waste of time, she was often scolded for it. Still she had taken some time to consider which one to give her.

❝ I - I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! ❞

@uzumakichcined continued from X

[princessmyriad]

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[perilegs]

i am my father's son (enjoyer of irl sidequests)

[supurman]

superman    allowed    himself    to    descend    until    he    was    completely    standing    on    the    floor    looking    upon    the    kid    speedster. you    know,    clark    can    never    be    mad    at    any    of    these    kids    (    well,    impulse    was    not    a    kid    any    more... clark    was    just    old    wasn't    he. ). but    he    can    offer    wisdom    where    it    was    needed. his    chin    raised    then    dipped    in    a    slow    nod. hefty    arms    were    crossed    over    the    horizon    of his    chest.

      ❝    you    know    i    have    super    hearing,    right    ?    ❞    one    of    his    singular    brows    raised in    question. ❝    its    just    a    phrase. a    phrase    that    means    i    care. there    won't    always    be    someone    to    save    everyone. so    just    be    careful. besides that, i took care of the rest of what was bothering you. are you chasing something in particular around here ? ❞

cont / @1mpulsee

[crowncursed]

"Haha, yeah! ...What?"

He picked this spot because of the big bird migration that's about to start. She still ...likes birds, right? The view is supposed to be ideal, right here, overlooking the valley.

It is a beautiful and untouched section of nature, now that he taken the time to really take it in. Plant species that he's never seen before, in full bloom, carrying a sweet scent on the spring breeze. The grass is soft beneath his bare feet. A butterfly floats by without a care in the world. Something about it feels... nostalgic.

"Just you wait, Lady, it's about to get even better!" He unrolls the blanket he'd been carrying under his arm, fishes around in the picnic basket for a couple of seconds until he locates a pair of binoculars, and hands them over, imitating an explosion.

@shining-stxrs from x

[ikishima]

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