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raywhitfield92 · 14 days ago
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I might get a lot of hate for this, but I want Helluva Boss to explore the myriad of reasons cis women get abortions. I want it to be explored in a healthy way
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Because I feel in the current climate (especially politically) people don't want to ever think of the possibility that a woman won't want children. Millie isn't happy about this news.
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And I'd absolutely love for Millie to not tell Moxxie she had an abortion, I want her to feel guilty about it and talk to Blitzø about it, worrying that if Moxxie knew he'd hate her.
And I want Blitzø to convince her that because he loves her he would support her no matter what. And when she tells Moxxie he just says "it's your body so it's your choice, but next time let me know so I can help you through this."
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Not all cis women want nor can physically have children. We need to talk about abortion in a much healthier way than the current climate allows.
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Edit to add this:
Okay so while replying to someone it made me think, what if they tied this in to Stella's backstory? Very early on we see that Stella seems kind of distant towards Octavia.
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If Stella is a woman who was forced to have a child when she didn't want one, her personality towards Stolas and Octavia becomes more apparent.
She spends more time with her brother than with Octavia.
she even calls her "an egg"
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and "his daughter" instead of ever calling her Octavia or even her own daughter.
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This could be a good way to explore how a person who was forced into a mothering role could act, and explains her distaste for Stolas' strength of actually doing something against the Ars Goetias authority.
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Stella in this moment sees Octavia crying, but if we look at her eyes closely she isn't watching the television, she's looking at Octavia and smiling at the fact she's in pain.
Stella thinks she's proven here that it's impossible/was impossible to ever go against the status quo, that her wishes of ever disobeying the Goetia is futile and she's proven to Stolas and Octavia that it was always impossible.
I think a plot like this could really help the audience understand childfree people from a different perspective, and what  could happen if you force a person who wishes to be childfree to have a child.
She could even have been mentally unwell/unstable after/before giving birth, which effects how she reacts towards people.
We as a society need to stop pressuring people into doing things our grandparents did just because it's what is expected of you.
This whole show is about generational trauma and breaking free from it, so I can see the show going this direction if it chooses to.
What do you think of this idea, and of it tying into a possible Stella backstory?
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budgieflitter · 14 days ago
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LEAVE HER ALONEEEEEE
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saw this post i had to redraw it sorry
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ageless-soul-au · 10 months ago
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Hi I saw one (1) person do this undertale meme and I knew what I had to do. Decided to make it a 3 part to show them at different stages of their life: good -> worst -> best!
Warriors (he/she/they) belongs to ASAU, please don't tag any other AUs!
The toddler in the last pic is Luca, the polycule's first kid, and the lady in the first one is Stella, Warriors' mom!
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freeuselandonorris · 6 days ago
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iyaaaa please may i suggest 22 + lando/older man of your choice in case that sparks anything? <3
fanks lima that did spark something and it was lando/andrea and the MTC bathroom gloryhole 😌
Nobody tells Lando about it directly. He’s doing resistance band stretches in the back of the garage with Jon while the engineers are fiddling about with the rear wing assembly, and they’re talking about it. Pretty loudly, pretty shamelessly. About how there’s a certain bathroom on floor three of MTC, the small one just off the Composites department that only has two stalls in it. About the hole someone’s drilled into the dividing wall at waist height, the perfect height and width for —
“Oi,” Jon says, snapping his fingers in front of Lando’s face. “You’re meant to be stretching, not earwigging.”
”Yeah, alright,” Lando grouses, trying to switch his attention back to the chest stretches he’s been half-assing for the last five minutes. “Maybe you should be more interesting if you don’t want me to get bored of you, ever thought of that?”
“Noted, boss,” Jon says, cheerful, and spins him round to start on his shoulder stretches.
Andrea’s standing behind them, leaning against the central console with his big earphones hooked around his neck. Listening to the same conversation, one eyebrow minutely raised.
He meets Lando’s gaze as he turns, just for a second. Lando feels himself flush and looks away.
It takes about a week for Lando’s curiosity to get the better of him.
He knows it’s a stupid idea, but then surely as long as he’s quiet, discreet, there’s no real risk. Nobody would imagine it’s him. Or even better — they might want to think it’s him, but how could they prove it?
It’s tempting. Too tempting.
The factory is quiet by the time Lando’s finished for the day. Quiet, but not empty.
Lando excuses himself from the last few stragglers in the meeting room, waving his goodbyes and heading off in the direction of the lifts.
Glancing over his shoulder to check he’s not being followed, he pulls his hood up and cuts back to the stairs, climbing to level three. The bathrooms they’d been talking about are at the far end of the same corridor, tucked away. Hardly anyone uses them; hardly anyone knows they’re there. Lando can’t remember ever going in there before, which is probably why he’s never noticed the hole. But once he lets himself into the right-hand stall and latches the door behind himself, there it is. A couple of feet off the ground, a few inches wide, carefully and neatly drilled.
Beneath it, in black marker pen, someone has helpfully added instructions. Suck here.
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He’s sat there for ages before anyone comes in. Perched on the toilet with the lid down, elbows on his knees, scrolling TikTok with the volume off. When fifteen minutes have ticked past, he wonders if he should just give up.
On the verge of standing, he hears the bathroom door creak open and freezes in place.
Fuck, maybe it’s just someone coming in for a piss. Or worse. Someone who doesn’t know about the reputation this place has, or knows about it but has decided to ignore it, thinks it’s weird or silly or gross.
Lando breathes as quietly as possible, sliding his phone back into his jeans pocket and pressing his sweaty palms against his thighs.
Footsteps cross the floor. The door of the stall next to him shuts gently; the click of the latch echoes off the tiles. There’s some shuffling, the whirr of a zip.
Then silence. Waiting.
Lando swallows, digs his fingers into his knees. Fuck, he should’ve googled this beforehand or something. Checked the etiquette. Is the other guy meant to just stick his cock through and hope for the best?
On the other side of the partition, the man clears his throat. It’s probably as close as Lando’s going to get to a come-on.
He exhales and taps the wall with a knuckle, just beside the waiting hole, hoping he’s telegraphing his meaning. I’m here, if you want it.
Nothing happens for a few seconds. Nausea rises in Lando’s belly. He’s fucked it. He’s creeped out someone from the Composites team who just wanted to use the fucking toilet. Oh Jesus, he’s going to get reported to HR.
A scuffle close to his head makes him jump. Whoever’s on the other side, they’re standing very close to the wall. Lando darts a glance downwards; the tips of two McLaren-branded trainers, the same ones they all wear, are just visible beneath the partition.
Lando looks up. The tip of a cock is poking through the hole in the wall, pink and flushed and slightly ridiculous.
He slides to his knees, shuffles closer, parts his lips and sticks out his tongue. Before he can chicken out, he licks the tip of the cock. Just a quick swipe, like he’s licking the swirl of an ice cream.
The man on the other side inhales sharply. There’s something faintly familiar; something tickling at the edges of Lando’s memory. He chooses not to think about it. Licks again.
Another shuddering breath. A soft word spoken under the breath in a language Lando can’t quite get a handle on, except he knows it’s not English. Well, at least he knows it’s not Oscar. Or Zak.
He parts his lips, closing them around the tip of the cock. His nose is pressed up against the wall, there’s no room to move. He taps the wall again, and as if by magic, the cock pushes further into his mouth, a pleasant wait on his tongue.
It’s still a pretty shit angle, and he can’t do much more than suckle on it; whoever it is, they’re not massively hung. There’s a slight upward curve to his cock, grazing the roof of Lando’s mouth as he thrusts through the hole as best he can.
Whatever the shortcomings of Lando’s blowjob, they don’t seem to be much of an issue. It only takes a few minutes of gentle sucking, teasing the slit with his tongue, before he can taste precum leaking. He can hear the man breathing hard, the fastenings of his trousers scraping against the wall where he’s humping against it. There’s something obscene about it, the way he’s making this man fall apart in a bathroom that smells of antiseptic spray and air freshener, the way he exists only as a mouth to fuck. It’s making him hard too, aching in his jeans. He undoes them with trembling hands, trying not to let the rhythm of his mouth and tongue falter as he gets a hand on himself.
The man grunts, and recognition stabs at the back of Lando’s mind again. He ignores it, hollows his cheek and sucks hard, tongue rubbing eager circles just below the head where he knows it’s good. A sharp, bitten-off moan, and salt spreads across his tongue. Lando’s swallowed it down before he realises he could have spat it into the toilet next to him.
He sinks to his haunches, jacking himself off frantically. The cock withdraws from the hole and Lando whimpers, involuntary. He’s vaguely aware that he should be ashamed about this, on his knees in a public toilet with the taste of anonymous spunk coating his mouth, bundling toilet roll into one hand so he doesn’t get come all over his jeans. But if there’s nobody to see it, why should he feel shame?
The stall door next to him unlatches. Lando listens to the tap running, the splash of the man washing his hands. He comes as the man dries his hands beneath the air dryer, muffling his moans beneath the noise.
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Afterwards, he has to splash his face with cold water. He’s pink across the cheeks, eyes reddened where they’d watered with the effort. His mouth looks soft and swollen. He tries to fix his hair, smooth his clothes back into place.
Before he leaves, he peers into the adjoining stall. On the other side of the hole, written in the same black marker, a different set of instructions. Fuck here.
He closes the door behind himself as quietly as possible as he leaves, trying not to draw attention to anyone who might be walking past, and walks towards the lift as quickly as he can.
Someone holds the doors for him as he turns the corner to the foyer. Lando steps inside the lift.
“Lando,” Andrea greets him, inclining his head.
Lando nods, swallowing hard and digging his phone out of his pocket so he has something to look at in the hope Andrea won’t notice his freshly fucked face.
As he looks down, something snags his attention. The zip to Andrea’s trousers is undone.
His eyes jerk up to Andrea’s face. Andrea’s staring right back at him, at his swollen mouth, his mussed-up hair.
He swallows. His brain feels awfully blank; he can’t remember a single normal thing they might have a conversation about.
Before his panic can spiral, the lift pings to signal the ground floor.
As the door opens, Andrea reaches out. Touches his arm, a gesture that could easily be read as friendly. “It is good to see you working late, Lando,” he says, and meets Lando’s eyes. “I think I will be here in the evening all week, too.”
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dreamerdrop · 19 days ago
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absolutely baffling to discover a lot of people thought melora in the episode melora was an unlikable bitch.
because i watched that episode and went “god this must be so exhausting for her no wonder she’s defensive and prickly” and like.
julian bashir picks up that this is what’s going on. julian “social skills of a walnut” bashir understands that she’s all spiky and agressive because she feels helpless and frustrated and is struggling and doesn’t want people to look at her with pity or to patronise her.
she coulda been a lot meaner, and once she recognised that dax and bashir and sisko weren’t going to look down on her or treat her as lesser in any way, she warmed up real fast.
i feel like i watched an entirely different episode given some of the reactions to her character i’ve seen.
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upathosarts · 5 months ago
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drops this here
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oscahpitlane · 27 days ago
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McLaren Christmas Party 2024
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singaporehelmet · 1 month ago
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dogsamadoodles · 10 months ago
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A little more HCR StarEx2:The Next Generation rewrite stuff! It’s really awesome now👍
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starrycat123-blog · 2 months ago
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it's been such a long and hard journey but I've finally done it. I've finally accepted that the "In Stars and Time" universe is grayscale and managed to stop subconsciously filling in Siffrin's white clothes with a green color similar to Snufkin's.
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wheretwofacesmeet · 1 year ago
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disko-kocur · 10 months ago
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I want my psychologist to analyse me based on this Venn diagram I made but im too much of a coward to ask that of her so I’m just gonna post it here and expect the worst
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I need to stop thinking with my dingaling and start with my actual brain
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cuntnikida · 6 months ago
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everyone always thinks the best version of their childhood cartoon was the one they watched when they were a kid instead of acknowledging that the main reason they think that is just nostalgia.
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helluvapurf · 3 months ago
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satoshi-mochida · 1 year ago
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Some games that are currently stuck on older consoles that I hope get rereleased in some way:
Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Harvest December
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Parascientific Escape Series
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Stella Glow
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Mimana Iyar Chronicle
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Attack of the Friday Monsters
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.hack//Link
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7th Dragon series(7th Dragon, 7th Dragon 2020, 7th Dragon 2020-II and 7th Dragon III Code: VFD)
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Black Rock Shooter The Game
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Boku no Natsuyasumi series
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Chameleon Twist series
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LBX: Little Battlers eXperience
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Monster Tale(there's supposed to be a remake in the works, but there hasn't been any news it for a while)
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Digimon Adventure
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Digimon World: Re:Digitize Decode
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Generation of Chaos: Pandora's Reflection
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Gitaroo Man/Gitaroo Man Lives
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Metal Gear Rising: Revengence(putting this here since there no modern port of it past the PS3/Xbox 360 aside from Steam)
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Growlanser Series
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romancemedia · 2 years ago
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Cartoon Romances + Protecting the Girls
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