Hi! I'm sending this with the full understanding that it's an incredibly intrusive question, so PLEASE don't hesitate to delete / ignore. My wife and I are planning to start trying to conceive....soon. Like in the next few months probably? And I'm trying to grapple with the complexities of using a sperm donor and having a hard time wrapping my head around it. Would genuinely love to benefit from any insight or reflection that you're willing to share~~
congrats to you guys!! wishing you all the best on the ~ttc journey~ (as the forums call it lol). I thought that choosing the donor would feel like a big deal or would be really challenging but I was surprised by how much I didn’t feel stressed or concerned about it when I was actually choosing. my one non-negotiable criteria was I wanted an open ID donor so that my kid has the option of contacting him when he turns 18 — he doesn’t have to, of course, but I thought it would be good for him to be able to make that choice if he wanted to. other than that I really just picked based on vibes. I just liked my donor’s responses and thought he seemed like a smart, interesting person, and i wanted to be able to tell my kid I picked him because I liked XYZ things about him. but it ultimately didn’t matter THAT much to me bc I’m not going to be the one who contacts him later and we probably won’t ever have any kind of relationship to each other, yknow? I’m grateful to my donor for helping me achieve my dream of becoming a parent and I do have moments where i feel a little sad for him, because he helped make this perfect little baby and he doesn’t even know this beautiful kid is out there! maybe he’ll never know if owen doesn’t want to contact him! but that’s ok, that’s what we all signed on for, and I’m glad that people become donors so that this kind of assisted reproduction is possible.
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The real reason everyone makes fun of Dicks Discowing outfit is because he's the only one that can somehow pull it off
Every superhero and vigilante has has a costume like that at some point, something daring or a bit ridiculous that in hindsight that they just couldn't make work for whatever reason. Nightwing? The pretty motherfucker not only made it work, he slayed in that outfit. It looks ridiculous by itself on display in the batcave but not when Nightwing puts it on
The only reason Dick doesn't know this is because all his siblings have collectively gaslit him into thinking that it's his worst costume to date.
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Remember when I said I was cooking a Really self indulgent au?
Here it is! In which Ace picks up a different shipwrecked masked aspiring adventure-novelist on Sixis :)
Spade Pirates’ First Mate Sabo AU
Except Sabo and Ace both don’t realize it’s each other because Sabo still has amnesia and Ace can’t recognize Sabo after 7 years because of the mask
This came from the writing prompt someone gave me of Sabo and Deuce interaction and once I got thinking about them I was like. There’s too many parallels. And couldn’t stop thinking about it
In this AU Sabo doesn’t get saved by Dragon, washes up onshore on Goa before he dies, and survives to set sail again a week or so later, but still has amnesia. Realizing that sailing alone as a ten year old is pretty unfeasible though, he stops sailing after the first few islands and lives as a feral forest child on his own for the next seven years until he feels ready and strong enough to try again.
He chooses his own name, Tage (pronounced taj), based on the assumption that Sabo is his last name and his belongings are too ruined to read his given name :) credit to whery for the name pun idea it’s absolutely genius
I might do some short comics for this if I ever get around to it but for now it’s just a loose collection of ideas!
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Charles died trying to protect a Pakistani boy from a hate crime. Charles, a half Indian person, died- like fuck I'm so emotional about this.
"I mean I'm half Indian, why am I so different?"
Listen. Given the history of the IndoPak conflict, we aren't talking about the subtle implications of this line enough. Not only did Charles look at this kid and see himself in him, he tackled the xenophobia at face value—no strings attached, no connotations, history be damned. And what undoes me even more is that he believed that boy was no different from him and therefore did not deserve to be treated that way. He never once showed any regret for doing what he did. And that is so so telling of Charles, in a much deeper sense than we might realise at first.
Charles was always a protector through and through. He died for it. And even after, no matter who it was, he never stopped being a protector. But in that moment specifically, that act of immigrant solidarity?? It was like... an entire lifetime of history classes and unending geopolitical strife and debates about who deserves to live and who doesn't just flashed before my eyes when Charles took one look at him and went "Oh fuck no. I'm no different. We're in this together and I'm not leaving you alone". I cannot stress enough how much that healed me :')))
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sugar daddy!simon would go so hard cuz he'd need no sugar but lets his hand linger on the small of your back when standing at the register with his wallet out or grab your foot to massage beneath the table at the upper scale restaurant yall are dining at.
he doesn't push (surprisingly but hey it works for you!) you give him whatever you want, be it just your hand to hold or a chaste kiss on the cheek in thanks after carrying all the stuff he bought to your room. he spoils you rotten regardless but then the issue comes when you actually want him to touch you.
simon doesn't touch. not when you model the little slips of clothing he so generously gifted you from that one overpriced shop at the mall. not when you wear his favorite skirt, the one that got him to talk to you in the first place on the sugar daddy website. not when you invite him in for a nightcap, letting your bare legs rest on top of his while watching a movie.
he. doesn't. touch.
simon doesn't touch you even when you want him to.
keeps his right hand curled around the glass he's nursing and the other laying on the backrest of the couch when you tell him if he wants to peel off the undergarments he'd just bought you today. (a shot you don't shoot is a shot missed anyway.)
"'s not necessary," he says. "got 'em for you to wear." he hasn't taken his eyes off the screen once.
that'd sting more if you hadn't caught him discreetly palming himself outside his trousers while you'd modeled these too.
"might not be necessary but it's what i want." that gets his attention, an arrogant curl on his lip making your heart flutter in your chest.
he gives your knee a squeeze. "i've always given you everythin' you've ever wanted but this is the one thing you're gonna 'ave to work for."
work for? simon doesn't wait for you to ask what he means.
"only way i'm touchin' ya is if ya beg," he rumbles.
should've known it was too good to be true. but you've got an ache between your legs that won't go away no matter how many times you've used the rose (also another gift.) guess you'll just have to "beg".
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your definition of begging and his are not even in the same dimension. he had shot you down when you'd said please. when you'd batted your pretty eyes at him while saying please. when you'd gotten on your knees between his legs and said please with your hands flat on the carpet.-
simon had only tapped you on the nose and said, "'s good, but not good enough."
what had been good enough was you riding his thigh until sweat slicked your skin, until your lip trembled with need, until his trousers looked like he'd spilled his drink on it while you mewled out your please's.
only then had wiped the corner of your eyes with his thumb and whispered tiny words of praise into your ear, his breath warm against it.
"wasn't so hard, was it, pet?" you'd been beyond reason at that point, core burning almost painfully hot with desire, so you'd jerkily shaken your head. anything to finally get him to touch you like how you need.
his long fingers splayed out across the back of your head, palm almost engulfing your entire head. "now tell me where you want me to touch."
he touches with clever fingers, his warm tongue, even uses his crooked nose to rub at your pearl while his thumb, spit slick, presses into the girl of your arse. having him fuck you is a whole different beast you have to tackle. if you plead for something, anything, he'll rut his cock between your thighs and come over your sticky pussy :)
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