#Although many people already called it that

[henrycangelbaby]

Babydaddy!simon marrying you!!!!!

(gang this is 18+ im lowkey sorry im horny and can barley write smut lol)

You and Simon elope. It’s a lot easier than an actual wedding, even if it would be only small. It’s not like you have many people to invite anyway; Simon would die before having his workmates at something so personal, and motherhood had kept you from seeing your friend for a while now (you’re sure they would show up if you asked, but it all seems like too much work pregnant). Not even the kids come; the eldest has some idea of what is going on but not enough to care that they are being left out of something very important. The others don’t care, happy and content to sit staring at subtitles all day rather than being dragged to a marriage ceremony. 

Simon gets a sitter for them; desperate to prove his worthiness back into your life (even though you are about to marry him), he sets it up and prays it goes off without a hitch. It’s a courthouse wedding; Simon wears a rare button-down top and slacks that you don’t remember ever seeing before (you haven’t he realised that he didn’t have anything remotely nice to get married in and snuck out to get some after work). You wear a sweet satin mini dress; it’s more light blue than white, but neither you nor Simon could pretend to care about that. Simon certainly can’t care, or, for that matter, focus when your legs are on display like that; he feels a certain amount of anger that other people (a geriatric marriage officiant) should get to see the sinful way that your bump is already pressing up against the light blue fabric, breasts popping out to create cleavage that both he and his youngest want a lick at (although for very different reasons). 

It's a quick process; they arrive around midday. It seems to be the best time to get a sitter to cover. The ceremony is basically over before it began. It’s a quick and simple thing; it’s romantic and makes Simon’s heart ache but is over quickly. Both have short vows. Simon promises over and over again that you’ll never be alone again; he apologizes for not being as present as he should and so on and so forth. He slips the ring onto your hand, and just like that, you're happily married, walking back to the car hand in hand. Simon cannot keep his hands off you the second you are both in the car. 

“My pretty little wife,” he murmurs into your neck, pulling you into his lap the second you are both seated, kissing up and down your neck, murmuring in disbelief that you're actually finally his wife. 

He feels like a horny teenager again, his love boner painful as you make out. You don’t let it go further, reminding him that you have a house full of children to get home to. Children who are ecstatic to see you both, they are getting used to seeing Simon around every day, but they certainly aren’t used to not seeing you. The rest of the day goes by as normal, not that Simon feels normal; in fact, he feels unabashedly horny. He has to escape his kids; when you get home, he throws a 

“bathroom” over his shoulder before rushing upstairs. 

He jerks off fast and almost painfully, something so reminiscent of when he is on deployment, hard as hell after receiving a photo from you. The text says, “30-week appointment.” The accompanying image shows you standing in front of a mirror, bra tight over your breasts and belly big and bare, a hand pushed into your back to counter the weight. ‘Fuck,’ he texts back. ‘That’s hot,’ is all he says, already going back in his memories to find a scenario to jerk off to. 

He doesn’t need a scenario today; seeing you all pregnant and pretty wearing his ring—holy fuck, it’s got him going. Going so much that he spills over into the sink, washing away his precious come that he intends to keep you swollen and round with. 

That night after the kids had gone to bed, he fucks you hard, calling you his “pretty little wife” and promising to keep you pregnant over and over again. He groans when you moan; you promise that you're his, his wife to keep barefoot and pregnant till the end of time. 

[widefuturesss]

I’m so heavily connected to the dream world, my mum keeps getting scared each time we dream the same dreams, but me and sis are used to it. We don’t even just dream the same dreams, we share dream space, one time I ate cake in a dream and felt sick and Malaika received a call in their dream talm bout your sister is sick, she ate cake!!! It was funny cause I was already awake and going about my day as Malaika had this follow up in the dream lol. Last night, we both dreamt bout being in the same place with the same people although we experienced different scenarios. At this point we check in on each other’s dreams to complete the pieces. I share dream space with my lover as well. And I’ve generally received so many gifts, insight and unravellings through my dreams. It’s powerful, thrilling and beautiful.

[yinyunnsworld]

High school Au

I never knew I’d come to like high school romances and the fact it’s the most cliche one: popular boy x quiet girl? Bro i was playing this one cai bot (cause i’m delusional) and there was this popular boy bot. I was like??? Ajdbxjehnen. You know, I’m almost graduating already and in the animes, they’re just starting their first year of high school meanwhile I’m already there at the end of everything. So here, I’m gonna share a prompt with you guys and uh this is mostly what i do at highschool back then:

Characters: various x readers.

Word: 1.1k

Warning: can be ooc. A train of thoughts so it’s messy. Typos are to beware of. Broken grammar. Unedited. First draft.

Imagine you’re an average student. Sure, you did have friends, you did your work splendidly, and although you’re not an academically smart or active student, the teachers still remembered you pretty much. You never played in the popular kids’ circles since most of the time, those students would outcast others who tried to be part of the circle when they had nothing to offer. It’s like a sore thumb sticking out and you’re just there, supposedly ruining their aesthetics with your ‘weird’ and ‘boring’ personality.

But you’re not bullied as well! You’re just very much a wallflower that if you were to blend in with the geek kids, you’ll stand out too much. Yet if you blend with the cool kids, you’re too bland.

That was until he came.

At first, he found you to be a rather boring person since you didn’t talk much yet when you did, you had the whole audience staring at you. By that I mean, when you came forth to perform a speech or any speaking assignment in front of the class, you knew what to do to make attention land on you. Even when you stepped down from the stage, that charm immediately vanished and you returned to nobody.

You would still be able to make lots of acquaintances with lots of people although they’re necessarily not your friends. When he asked others if they knew you by one coincidental day in which he didn’t even realize your image was playing in his head, and he’d unconsciously asked about you, others would tell him, ‘Yeah, I know her.’

And despite always downplaying things, he would sometimes scroll through your social media account by accident. He claimed that he did it because your recent post of you hanging out at your friend’s birthday party showed up on his feed (none of you followed each other since he was too conscious to even follow you), he saw that you posted mostly of yourself and of your friends. Well, perhaps there weren’t that many posts on your account since you didn’t exactly use it that much, but when you did post something, he would check on your profile to see if he missed out on your other previous posts. Sometimes, he would accidentally even click on your story, leaving a trail of his user visible on your history. Before he knew it, he already cursed himself for accidentally clicking on your story, but damn did the view you posted on the story seemed awesome.

Eventually, as time passed by, he grew to be more and more curious of you. There were instances where he would offer to be the leader of an assignment group just to take you as his member (he promised it was because he wanted your usefulness and all the skills you could offer that could help boost this assignment’s grade, even if his other friends disagreed).

And during sport’s day, where everyone was basically bathed in their murky and awful sweats, he would find you around the canteen area, attempting to buy drinks without getting busted by the teachers since it wasn’t recess yet. He would use this as a chance and made his way around to the canteen, showing up beside you and bought two drinks. One for him and one for you. He left the drink on the counter, in which you grabbed it and called out to him, and he turned around and spoke, “Oh, that’s for you.” With that, he ran away (thinking he was so smooth, huh?)

Sometimes, he would find you standing in the hallway after school, staring down at the courtyard on your way home. You would often take another route and it would change most of the times just to stall your time, not to go home too soon and enjoy the quietness of the school’s ground when there’s no disturbances. He got intrigued as he noticed your constantly changing route and would follow you from behind, a few feet away of course and acted like he was going home through that route too. Although, in fact he was just curious and wanted to know what you’d be doing after school if you’re not active or part of any activity group.

He would snicker when he watched you wait for someone to come and pick you up from school and you were sitting down on the floor. There was a huge black fat cat that came crawling towards you and sat on your thighs without your prior notice, making a claim on your lap as though it’s the cat’s decision whether or not it could sleep there. You’d panic yet you couldn’t push him off and looked around for help since your pick up had already arrived and you needed to get home soon. He showed up from the corner and helped you take the cat away from your lap. You’d thank him and left already, hurrying to your pick-up driver. He smiled friendly, although the cat glared at him.

And finally, he began to talk to you. Little by little, one by one, conversations between you two were exchanged. He didn’t think you’d actually have some complexity in your character despite always displaying yourself to be a quiet and boring person. You can be loud at times, weird, witty, and sometimes awkward and just embarrassing.

Slowly, the two of you became friends. And he didn’t acknowledge the fact that his heart was already advancing beyond the word ‘friendship’, it’d grown far too unsalvageable. But whenever he saw your oblivious smile to his feelings, he wanted to squish your cheek and pull you to a kiss to actually get the fact drilled in your head that he liked you a lot. But he didn’t and simply laughed at you whenever you’re oblivious to his advances, ruffling your hair to a mess. He would do anything to tease you and annoy you but never to actually lay a hand on you and hurt you like that.

He would just have to wait for the right time to say that he liked you.

Thus, he waited, and waited, and waited…

And now you’re here, celebrating that you’re finally graduating. And he would finally come to you, yet immediately turned cowardly to actually say something to you since you were smiling that day, taking pictures with almost everyone—even the ones you didn’t like because you didn’t want to leave regrets behind. He didn’t want to ruin anything for you, thus he simply remained silent and threw a fist of flour and poured it over to you out of playfulness in which he’d kept that grip of flour behind his back already this whole time.

[bruces-midlife-crisis]

Southern California is still on fire and it's getting worse

Due to the support I've received from my previous post, I wanted to provide more updates on the fires happening around Southern California

On 01/08/2024, LA Mayor Karen Bass returned to California after she attending the inauguration of President John Dramani Mahama in Ghana. Many Angelenos were already infuriated with the mayor after discussions about how she defunded the LA Fire Department circulated online and her not being in the state only caused their anger to grow.

Sky news reporter David Blevins confronted Mayor Bass as she was leaving the plane. As Blevins questioned the mayor, including asking her if "Do you think the people deserve an apology for being away while the fires were burning?", Mayor Karen Bass stayed frozen and silent.

At the same time, you had newly appointed District Attorney Nathan Hochman on local news outlets, condemning looters and swearing to punish any that police find. Despite the fact that police admitted that since the fires started on 01/07/2024, only two looters have been arrested. Nevertheless, DA Hochman continues to practically froth at the mouth at the thought at arresting looters, even as he stands in front of his sister's burnt down home.

Shifting to the actual issue at hand, the fires continue to burn with new ones exploding across the region. As of writing, the Palisades fire has grown from over 15,000 to over 17,000 acres. The Altadena fire has stayed at over 10,000 acres while the Hurst fire grew to over 800 acres and the Lidia fire ballooned to over 300 acres.

Residents who have evacuated from the Altadena fire (known officially as the Eaton fire) and are now in Fire Evacuated Areas in Pasadena are now facing an Unsafe Water Warning as the water and power system has been impacted by debris. They're told to only use bottled water as not even boiling water makes it safe. If you're in Southern California, please consider donating bottled water along with pillows, sleeping cots/mats/pads/and diapers to the Pasadena Red Cross located at 128 S Marengo Ave. If you would like to donate, please consider donating to the Pasadena Humane Society.

A new fire called the Sunset fire ballooned to over 50 acres in 20 minutes. As you may have guessed from the name, this fire had occurred on Sunset Boulevard, although it officially started on the Hollywood Hills. Although most of the fires affected residential areas, this was one of the first fires to hit a major metropolitan area. If the fire had spread further, it not only would have affected hundreds of people and businesses, but it would have destroyed major LA landmarks including the Hollywood Bowl and the Chinese theater.

The only good news that can be said about the situation is that the Santa Ana winds has lessened significantly. Although there is still Red Flag warnings across Socal, helicopters are now able to target the fire with water and fire retardant drops. As a result, the Sunset fire appears to still be burning, but contained, and evacuation orders have been lifted as of writing.

If you're in Southern California, please use the MALAN Fire and Wind Storm Resources to find resources in your area.

If you're able, please consider donating to the Gofundmes of Californians who have lost their homes to the fires. You can use this thread on Twitter to look for Gofundmes to donate to.

Please continue to keep Southern California in your hearts. There has been a growing sentiment online that LA deserves the fires as it's the home to some of the most rich and powerful people in the country. It's also the home of millions of working class people. People who have lived here for generations. It's also the home for disabled people and the unhoused who will be the most most affected by the flames and the smoke that has clouded my beautiful home.

As this country continues to divide us with fascist rhetoric and misinformation, we need love and community more than ever.

[levi-4uckerman]

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader // like ghosts in the snow // chapter five

♥ the one where it happens again. many times. ♥ (´ω｀*) ☾ ⋆ TWs: explicit sexual content, intimate sex, unprotected sex, creampies, nightmares, sukuna mention (fucking finally) ☾ ⋆ Words: 3.5k (shorter one, sorry!)

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⌦ Tokyo, Japan | February, 2015..｡.:*♡

It was supposed to stop.

Every time, you promised yourself it would be the last. The last stolen glance, the last late-night visit, the last time you’d wake up to find him draped across your bed like he belonged there.

It never was.

The rules you’d made— unspoken and fragile —were already ruined. You couldn’t remember when you stopped pretending. Maybe it was that time in the library, with his hot breath against your neck while your fingers tangled in his hair. Or maybe it was the night that he’d shown up at your place again, hair wet from the rain and desperation shining in his eyes as he begged you to let him in.

Any lines you’d tried to draw in between were crossed. Over and over again.

Satoru wasn’t supposed to be on your mind like this. In your bed. And yet… you wanted him there.

It didn’t matter where you met him— on the school grounds, in dimly lit hallways of the Council building, or on opposite sides of the same room— trading sharp words like weapons. It always ended the same way.

His lips attached to yours, hands planted firmly against your skin. His voice low and teasing in your ear. You hated how natural it felt, how easy it was. How inevitable it felt, to give in.

It shouldn’t have been.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The days passed in a blur, and although you hated yourself for it, you were welcoming of Satoru’s company. He was a soothing balm to your constant cycle of stress and frustration, between council meetings and consultations within the world of Jujutsu. As the first and only appointed Oracle, your technique was in high demand— by higher-ups and colleagues alike.

Satoru knew what it was like, to be needed in such a way… an impersonal sort of way, the kind that makes you feel like more of a tool than a human.

More of a weapon than a human, in his experience.

“You’re going to burn yourself out, Shi-chan,” he told you one afternoon spent on campus, sitting next to him in his office while sifting through paperwork. He had parked his chair way too close to yours, which was nothing new, but it was distracting. His bandages were discarded, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you flip through the reports in your lap.

“I don’t have a choice,” you mumbled, exhaustion tugging at you. “Someone has to take these requests. You wouldn’t understand—,”

A loud snort cut you off. “Wouldn’t I?” His eyes were teasing, but something in his expression was… softer. You’d miss it if you blinked. “Come on, Shi-chan. You think I don’t know what it’s like, to be the first person the executives call when they’re in over their heads? The only one they can turn to when they can’t handle their own shit?”

Your hands paused in their movements, but you averted your gaze.

You felt him creep closer, still; you felt him reach out to touch your jaw, gently forcing you to look at him. “You don’t have to keep saying yes, you know,” he continued. “You can let people down sometimes. It’s freeing.”

“No one else can do what I do,” you said. “I have to say yes.”

“No, you don’t,” Satoru said, releasing your jaw. “I say no all the goddamn time.”

“That’s because you don’t care,” you spat, heat rising in your chest.

“Wrong,” he sang in response, the grin spreading across his face infuriatingly attractive. “I care a lot. But I don’t owe the higher-ups anything, and I want them to know that.”

“Easy for you to say, Satoru,” your tone was cutting, angry. “You’re untouchable. They need you, whether you say yes or not.”

Satoru’s relaxed stance changed. His muscles tensed visibly beneath his uniform, his jaw ticked imperceptibly. He was upset, too. “They also need you,” he asserted. “And I don’t want you to kill yourself trying to prove it.”

You stood up, suddenly uncomfortable with his proximity. You were frowning, brows furrowed as you stared down at him. Unmoving. Unspeaking.

After a beat, you found your voice. “If I don’t do it, no one will.”

He stood, the scrape of his chair against the floor echoing slightly in the quiet room. He towered over you, personal space virtually nonexistent. You felt the quiet hum of his Infinity fizzle briefly against you, a familiar sensation after practically growing up together. You stiffened, but did not step back.

“What about what you need?” He asked. “Who’s going to look out for you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said. The words came out stronger than you’d intended, surprising even yourself.

“Bull fucking shit,” he shot back, sharp but not unkind. “It matters, Shi-chan. And if you keep letting them drain you dry, you’ll find that out the hard way.”

You let the reports slip from your grasp, papers cascading to the floor of Satoru’s pristine office. "They gave me this promotion, Gojo. I don’t have a choice,” you whispered, turning away from him. You approached the door, hand reaching for the metal handle when you felt heat pressing against your back.

Satoru’s heat.

He reached around you, stopping your limb short. “There’s always a choice,” he murmured, the Infinity between you disappearing. You felt his breath on your neck, the low rumble of his voice caressing the shell of your ear. You closed your eyes tight. “You’re allowed to make one for yourself.”

Just as the silence began to settle, your phone buzzed on the wood of Satoru’s desk. From here, you could just barely make out the name— and you couldn’t suppress the way your face twisted into a scowl and a frustrated huff left your nostrils.

Before you knew it, Satoru appeared at the desk, gripping your phone in his hands. His gaze narrowed at the name in a way that suggested he wasn’t familiar. “Who is this?”

“The Administrative Liaison from the Jujutsu Council,” you muttered, tone dripping with disdain. “They’re summoning me for another investigation.”

His eyes flashed to yours, and your stomach dropped. “Satoru, no, don’t you dare—,”

Too late. He accepted the call, pressing a finger to his lips in warning before speaking into the receiver. “Myoji’s phone, this is Satoru Gojo,” he said smoothly. “What can I do for the esteemed Jujutsu Council on this fine evening?”

You watched in horror, helpless as he grinned, listening to the voice on the other line. The words were fast, practically mumbled from where you stood across the room. He leaned against the edge of the desk, tilting his gorgeous head as if pondering his next move.

“No,” he said finally, his tone pleasant. “I’m afraid Myoji is not available.”

Whatever response he got next made his grin widen. He tapped his fingers against the desk, a steady rhythm that only amplified your anxiety.

“Nonono, you’re misunderstanding,” he said, cutting off the voice on the other end. “She’s not your errand girl, and she’s not a tool for you to exploit. You don’t get to treat her like this.”

Your stomach twisted. “Satoru!” You seethed. “Stop this!”

He held up a finger, silencing you without so much as a glance. “If you keep bullying her into saying yes, the Council will have a lot more trouble than their precious Oracle could fix.”

The weight of his words seemed to ripple through the room, his cursed energy pressing into the very air around you both. Whatever the caller said next was brief, clipped, and cut short as Satoru ended the call without so much as a goodbye. He smirked at you, the edge of his energy easing as he let the silence stretch for another beat. He tossed the phone back onto the desk.

You stomped over to him, anger twisting your face. “What the hell was that?”

Satoru shrugged. “Me doing something you should have done a long time ago. You’re welcome!” He added brightly.

Your jaw tightened. “They gave me my first grade status, Satoru,” you pressed. “I owe it to them to—,”

“You earned that fucking status,” he said, leaning down into you. “They won’t touch it. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“I can handle myself, you know,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes with a similar fervor. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Despite your words, something softened in your heart. He’d… stood up for you. When had anyone ever done that? Why… did he do that? He was watching you now, his grin faint— the kind of smirk that was more armor than expression. His hands were tucked loosely in his pockets, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight tilt of his head as he waited for you to snap, to yell at him, to tell him to stay out of your business.

And you should have done all of those things.

Instead, you stayed silent, chewing on your lip. You felt like you could see your reflection in those bright blue eyes— small, uncertain, and utterly undone by the man standing before you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the overhead light.

Satoru swallowed before finally replying. “Yeah, I did.”

You were standing inches apart, if even that. Your breath caught in your chest when he reached out, long fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch was fleeting, almost hesitant, and it sent a wave of heat coursing through you.

“Satoru,” you warned, breathless.

“Shh,” he said, unmoving. “I’m not doing anything.”

You could smell his cologne— clean and refreshing with something spicy underneath. You closed your eyes, trying to remind yourself to be angry. Be mad. You were supposed to stop.

“Should I?” he asked, his words barely above a murmur. The faint curve of his lips dared you to reply. Dared you to say yes.

You said his name again, but your voice came out husky. Wrong. “Shouldn’t… be this close,” you managed to add, although lacking in conviction.

“Am I close?” He asked, the teasing lilt in his tone sending your stomach into knots.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering to his mouth before snapping back to his eyes. “Yes.”

“Does it bother you?” He tilted his head, just slightly, enough to bring his face closer to yours.

“Yes.” You whispered.

Your voice cracked.

“Liar.”

He leaned forward, so slightly— just enough to let your breaths mingle, your lips graze each other.

This dance, this… game you played was like a stuck record. It repeated the same verse over and over, infinitely.

You feared it would never get old.

“We really shouldn’t,” you said again, voice shaking as you braced your palm against his chest.

Oh. His Infinity was down.

Oh. He was warm.

“Yeah, yeah,” he teased, as if he could feel your resolve cracking. “You always say that, baby—,”

A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment, as abrupt and jarring as glass hitting the floor.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Satoru froze, his lips hovering just over yours. His instinct was to ignore it. Pretend no one was there, pretend the world didn’t exist outside of this moment, like in his domain—

“Satoru,” You whispered, your voice low and insistent. His head dropped forward in exaggerated defeat, the faintest groan slipping from his lips onto yours.

“Ignore it,” he pleaded, grabbing at your waist, pulling you closer.

But something in the air had shifted, the moment was over. You pulled away as another sharp knock cut through the silence, followed by a voice calling out for him, for Satoru.

He’d lost you for the moment, but not the evening. Straightening his posture, replacing his bandages, Satoru used his technique to straighten the papers scattered among your feet as you reclaimed a seat at his desk. The blush on your cheeks was faint, but not indetectable. Not for him.

This wasn’t over. He was sure of that.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sitting in the windowsill of the Tokyo dorms, your fingers twisting nervously in your lap; you knew he was coming. You let your gaze linger over the the school grounds, unfocused, as the glow of the moon cast soft shadows over your face.

“You hidin’ from me?” Satoru said from behind you, the weight of his attention impossible to ignore. You turned to face him, pleased to see that his eyes were covered.

It was always easier to talk to him that way.

“Maybe I’m just busy.”

He stepped into your space, taking a seat next to you. A warm hand settled over your knee, squeezing gently. “You’re not.”

You sighed. “You shouldn’t be here, Satoru.”

“And why is that?”

“I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, voice strained. “This pretending.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing yours. “Pretending…?” His voice was teasing as usual, but there was a hint of something else. Something vulnerable.

Despite the bandages over his eyes, you felt incredibly naked before him. You swallowed before replying, “Pretending that this doesn’t mean anything to me. Pretending that every time we meet eyes in the hall, it doesn’t affect me, or that every time you play with my hair while we’re laying together in your silk sheets that it doesn’t make me want to stay there forever. This might be the sort of thing that works for you, Satoru, but I can’t. I can’t keep pretending.” You felt tears prickling at your eyes, proud that you managed to hold them in despite the quiver of your lip.

Satoru was silent for a moment, the room feeling heavier between you. His hand stilled against yours, while the other reached up to bare his six eyes to you. They were glowing, you noticed. Have they always done that?

“Then don’t,” he leaned closer, his words lacking any playfulness. “You don’t have to pretend.”

Your heart raced in your chest. The tension in the air was palpable. “You promise me you won’t regret it?” you asked in a trembling voice, each word a hesitant offering. You’d turned yourself toward him, and your eyes searched his for any measure of deceit or humor. You found none.

Satoru tilted his head slightly, the tiniest smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

His fingers rose to your jaw, tilting your face toward his. Despite the intimate proximity you’d been in with him up to this point, this felt different. Charged with something unspoken, something fragile.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your lips. But he didn’t kiss you— not yet. Instead, his mouth hovered, brushing yours in a gentle sort of way that wasn’t quite a kiss. The space between you dissolved into shallow breaths, the heat of his exhale teasing your skin.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him there— unwilling to let the distance grow. “You always do this to me,” you murmured, the words barely audible.

“Do what?” He asked, his voice soft, the question slipping between you like a secret.

You didn’t answer, instead pressing your lips to his with more intention, but still just as soft.

He murmured your full name like a plea, his forehead pressed against yours. His mouth ghosted over the corner of your own, a touch so light that it nearly broke you.

“This,” you whispered, letting his hands slide to your waist. The touch was insistent, grounding you as the weight of him pressed into you- unyielding and steady. Still, he didn’t kiss you— not completely. His mouth lingered, tasting the edges of words unspoken, stealing breaths like something precious. When his lips shifted against yours, deeper this time, a soft sound escaped you. He caught it, swallowed it, his breath heavy with the same quiet desperation. It wasn’t a kiss. It was everything.

You fell into each other, feeling the world shift as Satoru warped you into the closest dorm. Students still used this wing, and you had to be quiet— something he reminded you of with a hand clasped over your mouth as he sucked on your neck, nipping and biting.

Your bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle; his warmth seeped into you, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. It was fast, it was desperate, it was careless. Murmured praise echoed into the room as he pleasured you— first with his fingers, then his mouth, and finally his cock. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer with each thrust. Somewhere in the back of your mind, it registered that you’d forgotten protection, but you didn’t care. You wanted Satoru close, wanted to be full of him, wanted him to seep out from between your thighs when he was finished with you.

When the waves of ecstasy finally washed over you both, you clung to him. His arms wrapped protectively around you as he pulsed within you, filling you so impossibly deep that you cried out into his shoulder, teeth baring down into his flesh until you tasted copper. His soft whimpers filled your ears as his tip kissed your womb, burying his seed deep into your walls.

When he flipped you onto your stomach for round two, you should have stopped him. Should have told him no, especially when his slick member pressed into you from behind, sloppily fucking his hot cum deeper into you. Should have at least made him pull out, instead of crying out in desperate pleas to give you more and more— egging him on, asking for it. Over and over until he lay spent on top of you, whining as he kissed you— for real this time. Desperate. Messy.

Meaningful.

Instead of thinking, you chose to exist. You let go of your questions and doubts, the looming shadows of what tomorrow might bring. Regret had no place here for now, not in his warmth, not with his breath steady against your skin.

You didn’t know how it would work or why it felt so certain, but there was an unshakeable peace within you. It whispered in the silence between the beats of your hearts— a fragile promise that, somehow, this… would be enough.

This would be okay.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⌦ Somewhere out west... | 2018..｡.:*♡

You sat up abruptly in your bed, your blood feeling icy in your veins. The dream dragged you back to wakefulness with a cold grip, leaving your chest heaving. Your breath came in shallow gasps, cold sweat clinging to your skin despite the heavy quilt tangled around your lower half. The nightmare was fading quickly, vivid fragments slipping through the cracks like water.

Shriveled fingers. A boy with two faces. Something unspeakably dark coiled around his soul, whispering promises of destruction.

You pressed a trembling hand to your chest, willing your heart’s beating to slow. It wasn’t the first time you’d dreamed of him— this cursed boy. The details were always unclear, but the weight of his presence never failed to shake you. To leave you gasping for air, a cold sweat having taken over your body. Something about this dream felt eerily inevitable, like a thread woven thickly into your web of fate, intertwining with too many paths to ignore.

“Mama?”

The small voice cut through the fog in your head, pulling you back into the present. You turned toward the doorway, where Haruto stood, rubbing his eyes. He had his stuffed rabbit, Snowy, clutched tight against his chest. His white hair was sticking out in every direction, familiar blue eyes peering up at you with sleepy concern.

“Honey,” you started, softening your voice as you reached for him. “Did I wake you?”

He shuffled over to your bed, little feet barely making a sound against the floorboards. “You were talking,” he mumbled, climbing onto the mattress and curling into your side. “It sounded scary.”

Your heart twisted. “Was I?” you murmured, brushing a hand through his soft hair. “I was dreaming, sweetheart. I’m sorry it woke you.”

Haruto frowned at you, his little brows furrowing. “You have bad dreams, mama?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “But it’s over. And I’ve got my little warrior with me now!” You added the last part with a smile, warm and loving.

He seemed to accept that, nestling closer to you with Snowy pressed between your bodies. His warmth was comforting, a stark contrast to the cold dread still clinging to your chest. You pulled your quilt over the both of you as you laid back, idly stroking your fingers through his hair.

“Do our dreams mean something, mama?” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

Your hand slowed in its movements. “Maybe sometimes,” you said softly. “But not always.”

He yawned before uttering a soft “okay” and tucking his face into your side, drifting back to sleep with a tiny hand resting on your chest.

You watched as his breathing slowed, letting your gaze linger on his peaceful features. You saw Satoru in the curve of his jaw, the softness of his expression, the way his lips turned slightly upward even in sleep. It isn’t fair, you thought. That Haruto should be a living reminder of everything you’d been running from, everything you swore you’d protect him from.

And still, he was the most precious gift that Satoru had ever given you. The part of your past that you would never, could never regret.

Your fingers trailed through the mess of white hair on his head, your throat tightening as you whispered into the quiet dark of the room, “I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

Yet the question lingered, unspoken in the quiet air of your cabin. The dream still fresh on your mind, the unmistakable presence of a curse’s influence making you shiver. What, exactly, were you protecting him from?

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This is Chapter 5 of a multi-chapter fic to be crossposted to AO3. Taglist below as requested. @starlightglimmersworld @mccookiemonster @leilakaro @certainduckanchor @itsbellablue-blog @shokosbunny @megumisthirdog @thegh0stwife @54fangirl @misslovingpearl @idkuluka @bitchycloudstrawberry @pinkpunkdynamite @theclassbookworm @okaywitheverything

[bankrupt-ler]

Yes and no.....when the company expanded more, and more people came to Greenville for employment, We did not plan for the town to grow enough to form an entire city, so after that one of the projects was to begin the expansion of the new city for the employees and their families.

Then, the new industrial city absorbed what little remained of the old and quiet Greenville

It was something more collective

[sallymew4]

kids when they hear that their dad is back in town VS. kids when theyre hanging out with a conman that accidentally stole their wallet once

im not even joking btw

bonus heres me being crazy about them in dms ^^^

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

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[nightingale-prompts]

Danny Has Bat-wings

Part 2

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt: Danny is Chronos' first child.

Well, not his first child biologically, to be completely honest.

It just so happened that the Phantom very often helped/helps/will help Clockwork at different times and his presence next to the titan required an explanation.

And the opportunity to call Zeus a little brother is worth a lot, right? So when the Ancient came up with this idea Phantom did not resist just to have such a pleasant bonus from their cooperation.

However, in the time of the gods and heroes, such a solution was not a problem. But in modern times, when Phantom tries to attract as little attention as possible in order to graduate from university, such relatives are more likely to cause a lot of problems.

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Wonder Woman: Uncle Danny?

Superman, who wanted to chase away a teenager serenely strolling through still smoking battlefield, turns to Wonder Woman, who is waving affably at excactly this guy.

Well, Fenton honestly happened to be in Fawcett City by accident, and it just so happened that by chance it was on this sunny and cloudless day that the villains decided to cause riots worthy of the attention of the founders of the Justice League.

Danny: Diana! My dear, it seems like we really haven't seen each other not for a long time! In what century was it? Ah, I honestly, I barely remember it... The speed at which children grow up defies the laws of time. I mean, look at you! Your mother must be so proud. How's Dad? Still not paying child support, arrogant bastard?

Wonder Woman: Oh, uncle, please. I'm all grown up now, don't worry about me.

Danny: Hm, well, let's get back to this question later. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends. Anyway, would you like to introduce them, little princess?

Wonder Woman: Of course, meet Kal El, Batman, and Shazam. The rest of the guys have already returned to our base. Would you like to...

Danny: Ooh, you're talking about, um... What do you young people call it? The Justice League, right? During my youth, the heroes rarely united and mostly performed all the feats alone. It's good that you help each other, kids.

Danny flies up a little to pat Superman and Batman on the head.

Under the Diana's gaze full of hope that they will get along with her uncle, the men do not move.

In the background:

Red Hood and Robin who used to hang out with Danny near the Lazarus pits: *sounds of seagulls dying of laughter*

~~~~~

Flash: So you're Diana's uncle?

Danny: Yes, call me Danny.

Flash: Cool, cool...

Danny: What does the temperature have to do with it? Do you need ice? Let me make some for you.

Flash: No, it's like,um, I didn't know that Zeus has a younger brother with that name. So, it's good to know?

Danny: Hmm, thanks. Many people tell me that I look quite young, hah. But actually I'm his older brother, so...

Flash: Older? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect.

Danny: No, it's all right. It's "cool". I rarely appear on the pages of your human myths and legends, I know it. After all this business about Chronos devours his own children, my father punished me for a long time. So, yeah...It's a funny story.

Flash: Punished for what? How?

Danny: Uh, sitting in a room at a time when there is no Internet or electricity is not fun at all. You see, I just didn't want a younger brother or sister because I was afraid that my parents would pay less attention to me. So, I made up this stupid prophecy and persuaded Gaea to tell it in order to remain the only child in the family. My father would never have thought that I would decide to kill him, that's why...Phah, it's just a bad family story. In 10 thousand years, we'll all laugh about it.

Flash: Yeah, that's... funny.

~~~~

Danny *is woken up by an emergency call from the League at three in the morning, although he fell asleep at two o'clock* (he gave his contact so as not to upset his niece): I knew this would happen! I knew it!

~~~~

Billy Batson *stands in his human form in front of the Justice League and doesn't know what to say*,*sweating nervous*.

Danny *enters the hall*: What's up, mortals, Diana and...Batman? My father said that there is something that I have to be here for. Oh! Well, at least someone in this family is also a shapeshifter. Have you decided to make a younger form so that your uncle doesn't feel lonely? What a good boy! Usually everyone is so afraid to seem like children, once they turn a couple of centuries old. Ah, youth~

Billy: Yeah, I decided to..experiment? and it seems I got stuck by accident.

Danny: It's okay, Uncle Danny will help you. Come on, let's go...

~~~~

Danny *teleports them to the Fawcett City*.

Billy: ....

Danny:

Billy: Hey, I'm still stuck!

A new portal opens and a man in a purple cape hands Billy a note. "Go to Constantine. P.S., my son always completes all assignments only by half, sorry." written on it.

Billy: Oh... OoOhHh!!!

~~~~

Meanwhile, Constantine, who is forced to do additional work: Son of a bi... beloved and respected Master of Time.

Danny: Yeap, that's me.

Constantine: Damn it. Couldn't you just let Batman adopt him like in other timelines?

Danny: And where's the fun in that?

[fans4wga]

The Animation Guild Announces Unionization Efforts At Warner Bros. And Cartoon Network

EDIT: Because people are misreading this, please note: it is animation production workers specifically who are joining the pre-existing TAG (The Animation Guild) union.

Animators and animation writers are already covered under TAG. This news story is specifically about WB animation production workers.

News story text:

"Warner Bros. Animation and Cartoon Network production workers are attempting to unionize with The Animation Guild (TAG).

A petition was filed with the National Labor Relations Board today requesting a union election. The petition includes 66 staffers at Warner Bros. Animation and 22 at Cartoon Network, including roles like production manager, digital production assistant, IT technician, production coordinator, production assistant, design production coordinator, assistant production manager and senior assistant production manager.

They are involved in such Warner Bros. projects as Batman: The Caped Crusader, Harley Quinn and Teen Titans Go! and Cartoon Network’s Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, We Baby Bears and Craig of the Creek.

The workers also requested voluntary recognition from management at the Warner Bros. Discovery subsidiaries.

A tweet was issued confirming the move, which was officially announced earlier on a joint Zoom call.

“Although many might not think it, production is a specialized skill; we might not be artists or writers, but what we bring to the table goes beyond traditional creativity and gets content on the air,” Warner Bros. Animation production manager Hannah Ferenc said in a statement about the organization effort. “Having lived through the existing state of the animation industry for the past seven years, I want to make sure that not only our current workers, but all those who choose to join us in the future, can feel secure in following their passion by earning livable wages and being treated with the dignity and respect they deserve.”

The Animation Guild has already established bargaining units on shows like Rick and Morty, Solar Opposites, The Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad!  It also is active at studios like Titmouse New York and L.A. and ShadowMachine. Establishment at Walt Disney Animation Studios is currently in progress."

[opencommunion]

this call was released anonymously (understandably) but my local Palestinian organizers who I literally trust with my life have endorsed it, and it seems to be gaining momentum in multiple cities, so I encourage you all to get involved:

"A proposal to coordinate a multi-city economic blockade on April 15th in solidarity with Palestine recently received overwhelming commitments to participate around the US and internationally.

The proposal states that in each city, we will identify and blockade major choke points in the economy, focusing on points of production and circulation with the aim of causing the most economic impact, as did the port shutdowns in recent months in Oakland, California and Melbourne, Australia, as just a few examples.

There is a sense in the streets in this recent and unprecedented movement for Palestine that escalation has become necessary: there is a need to shift from symbolic actions to those that cause pain to the economy.

As Yemen is bombed to secure global trade, and billions of dollars are sent to the Zionist war machine, we must recognize that the global economy is complicit in genocide and together we will coordinate to disrupt and blockade economic logistical hubs and the flow of capital."

ETA: since I posted, organizers in St. Louis, Seoul, Brussels, and the Netherlands have signed onto the agreement, so if you saw this before and your city wasn't listed look again. anyone with the capacity to do some outreach, and a few connections to start with, could take the initiative to bring their city or region on board. read the solidarity agreement and check out the resources, and if you know trustworthy people in your area who might be interested in this sort of thing, talk to them about it.

remember that this isn't a series of protests (although some cities are organizing protests in conjunction), it's a commitment to take mass direct action and to maintain a united front in the face of any state repression. many organizers are (and have already been) using an affinity group model to actually coordinate those direct actions. autonomous groups can take action on April 15th whether or not others in their city/region have committed to this agreement. just do your homework (look up know-your-rights info specific to where you live + general direct action safety tips) and take good care of each other Blockades: a short guide to getting in the way Basic blockading Practical Protest Techniques: using your body Blockading: a guide ACT UP civil disobedience guide

[dalishious]

The Sanitized Lore of Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Tevinter is the heart of slavery in Thedas. This lore has been established in every game, novel, comic, and other extended material in the Dragon Age franchise to date that so much as mentions the nation. But in Dragon Age: The Veilguard, when we are finally able to actually visit this location for the first time… this rampant slavery we’ve heard so much about is nowhere to be found. It’s talked about here and there; Neve mentions The Viper has a history of freeing slaves, as does Rook themselves if they choose the Shadow Dragon faction as their origin, for example. But walking down the streets of Minrathous, you’d never know. Because Dragon Age: The Veilguard, for all its enjoyment otherwise, has one glaring issue: It’s too clean.

The world of Thedas is full of injustices. Humans persecute elves, fear qunari, and belittle dwarves. Mages of any race are treated like caged animals in most places. The nobility is corrupt. Although, Dragon Age has not always handled these injustices well, mind you. Many, many times I’ve found myself frustrated with moments that just feel like a Racism Simulator. But what makes it worth it, is when you can actually do something about it. These injustices are things that a good-aligned character strives to fight back against, maybe even for very personal reasons. Part of the power-fantasy for many minorities is that this fight feels tangible. I cannot arrange the assassination of a corrupt politician in real life, but I sure can get Celene Valmont stabbed to death in Dragon Age: Inquisition, for example. Additionally, these fictional injustices can be used to make statements on real life parallels, like any source of media. For example, no, the Chant of Light is not real, but acting as a stand-in for Catholicism, through a media analysis lens we can explore what the Chant of Light communicates on a figurative level.

When starting Dragon Age: The Veilguard and selecting to play as an elf – this should be unsurprising to anyone who is familiar with my bias towards them – I was fully prepared to enter the streets of Minrathous and immediately get called “knife-ear” or “rabbit”. But this did not happen. I thought perhaps it was just a prologue thing, but returning to Minrathous once again, there was not a single shred of disapproval from any NPC I encountered that wasn’t a generic enemy to fight. And even the generic enemies, the Tevinter Nationalist cult of the Venatori, didn’t seem to care at all that I was a lineage they deemed inferior before now. This is a stark difference from entering the Winter Palace in Dragon Age: Inquisition and immediately getting hit with court disapproval and insults. Are we now to believe that Tevinter has somehow solved its astronomical racism and classism problems in the ten years since the past game? Or perhaps are we to believe all the characters who have demonstrated Tevinter’s systemic discriminatory views were just lying or outliers? Because it makes absolutely no sense at all for this horribly corrupt nation to not have a shred of reactivity to an elven or qunari Rook prancing around. But here were are, and not a single NPC even recognizes my character’s lineage. And because this is so different from every single past game, it feels weird.

As an elf, you have the option to make a comment about how “too many humans look down on us” in one scene early in the game. You can also talk to Bellara and Davrin, the elven companions, about concerns that people won’t trust elves after finding out about the big bad Ancient Evanuris… but this is presented as if elves don’t already face persecution. It’s all so limited in scope that it could be all too easily missed if you are not paying very close attention, and coming into the game with pre-existing lore knowledge.

All this made it easy to first assume that the developers simply over-corrected an attempt to address the Racism Simulator moments. And if that was the case, than I would at least give credit to effort; they did not find the right balance, but they at least tried. However, the sudden lack of discrimination against different lineages in Dragon Age: The Veilguard is not the only sanitized example of lore present.

In Dragon Age: Origins, Zevran Arainai is a companion who is from the Antivan Crows; a group of assassins. He discusses in detail how the Crows buy children and raise them into murder machines through all kinds of torture. The World of Thedas books also describe how the Antivan Crows work, echoing what Zevran says and expanding that of the recruitment, only a select handful of those taken by the Crows even survive. When you start Dragon Age: The Veilguard as an Antivan Crow, you immediately unlock a re-used codex entry from the past, “The Crows and Queen Madrigal”, that says the following:

“His guild has a reputation to uphold. They are ruthless, efficient, and discreet. How would they maintain such notoriety if agents routinely revealed the names of employers with something as "banal" as torture.”

Ruthless, efficient, and discreet. Torture is banal. This is what the Crows were before Dragon Age: The Veilguard decided to take them in a very different direction. The Antivan Crows in this latest game are painted as freedom fighters against the Antaam occupation of Treviso. Teia calls the Crows “patriots”. And while I can certainly believe that the Crows would have enough motivation to fight back against the Antaam, given that it is in direct opposition to their own goals, I cannot understand why they are suddenly suggested to be morally good. They are assassins. They treat their people like tools and murder for money. Even as recent as the Tevinter Nights story Eight Little Talons, it is addressed that the Antivan Crows are in it for the coin and power, with characters like Teia being outliers for wanting to change that. It makes the use of the older codex all the more confusing, as it sets the Antivan Crows up as something they are no longer portrayed as.

I personally think it would have been really interesting to explore a morally corrupt faction in comparison to say, the Shadow Dragons. Perhaps even as a protagonist, address things like the enslavement of “recruits” to make the faction at least somewhat better. (They are still assassins, after all.) Instead, we’re just supposed to ignore everything unsavory about them, I suppose…

We could discuss even further examples. Like how the Lords of Fortune pillage ruins but it’s okay, because they never sell artifacts of cultural importance, supposedly. Or how the only problem with the Templar Order in Tevinter is just the “bad apples” that work with Venatori. I could go on, but I don’t think I have to.

It is because of all this sanitization, that I cannot believe this was simply over-correction on a developmental part. Especially when there is still racism in the game, in other forms. The impression I’m left with feels far deeper than that; it feels corporate. As if a computer ran through the game’s script and got rid of anything with “too much” political substance. The strongest statements are hidden in codex entries, and I almost suspect they had to be snuck in.

Between a Racism Simulator and just ignoring anything bad whatsoever, I believe a balance is achievable; that sweet spot that actually has something to say about what it is presenting. I know it is achievable, because there are a few bright spots of this that I’ve encountered in Dragon Age: The Veilguard too. For example, some of the codex entries like I mentioned, and almost all the content with the Grey Wardens thus far. It is a shame there is not more content on this level.

Dragon Age: The Veilguard is overall still a fun game, in my opinion. But it’s hard to argue that it isn’t missing the grit of its predecessors. The sharp edges have been smoothed. The claws have been removed. The house has been baby-proofed. And for what purpose?

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[trans-axolotl]

one of the reasons it's really hard for a lot of intersex people when intersex topics are on the news cycle is because the public's reaction reveals how little anyone knows or cares about intersex people, including people who call themselves our allies. almost every time intersex topics are trending, the discourse surrounding them is filled with misinformation. people who only learned today what the word intersex means jump into conversations and act like an authority. endosex/dyadic/perisex people get tripped up over things that are basically intersex 101, with tons of endosex people incorrectly arguing about the definition of intersex, who "counts," DSD terminology, and so much more. i've seen multiple endosex people say today that they've been "warning intersex people" and that we should have known that transphobia would catch up with us eventually, which is an absolutely absurd thing to say given the fact that consistently over the past ten years, it has often been intersex people sounding the alarm on sex-testing policies and also the fact that many, many intersex people are also trans, and already are facing the impacts of transphobia. there is an absolute failure from the general public to take intersex identity seriously; people seem not even able to fathom that intersex people have a community, history, and our own political resources. instead, endosex people somehow seem to think they're helping by bringing up half-remembered information from their high school biology class which usually isn't even relevant at all.

and this frustrates me so fucking much. not because i want to deny the impacts of transphobic oppression--i'm a trans intersex person, trust me when i say i am intimately aware of transphobia. this frustrates me because there is no way we can achieve collective liberation if our "allies" fail to even engage with basic intersex topics and are seemingly unaware of the many forms of intersex oppression that we are already facing every fucking day. if you are not aware of compulsory dyadism, if you are not aware of interphobia, if you are not aware of the many different ways that intersex people are directly and often violently targeted--how the fuck do you think we're going to dismantle all of these systems of oppression?

if you were truly an intersex ally, you would already KNOW that this is not new, and would not be surprised--interphobia in sports has been going on for decades. you would know that we do have a community, an identity, a history--you would have already read/listened/watched to intersex resources that give you the background information you need for allyship. you would know that although there is a really distinct lack of resources and political education, that intersex people ARE developing a political understanding of ourselves and our oppression--Cripping Intersex by Celeste Orr and their framework of compulsory dyadism is one example of how we're theorizing our oppression. It's absolutely fucking wild to me how few people I've seen actually use words like "interphobia" "intersexism" "compulsory dyadism" or "intersex oppression"--endosex people are seemingly incapable of recognizing that there is already an entrenched system of oppression towards intersex people that violently reshapes our bodies, restricts our autonomy, and attempts to eradicate intersex through a variety of medical and legal means.

you cannot treat intersex people like an afterthought. not just because we're meaningful parts of your community and deserving of solidarity, but also because intersex oppression impacts everyone!!! especially trans community--trans people will not be free until intersex people are free, so much of transphobia is shaped by compulsory dyadism, the mythical sex binary, all these ideas of enforced "biological sex" that are just as fake as the gender binary.

it makes me absolutely fucking livid every time this shit happens because it becomes so abundantly clear to me how little the average endosex person knows about intersex issues and also how little the average endosex person cares about changing that. i don't know what to say to get you to care, to get you to change that, but we fucking need it to happen and i, personally, am tired of constantly being grateful when i meet an endosex person who knows the bare minimum. i think we have a right to expect better and to demand that if you're going to call yourself our ally, you actually fucking listen to us when we tell you what that means.

okay for endosex people to reblog.

[ot3]

top 10 pokemon that are girls

'gender'.... much like 'animals' this is a concept from our world that has made itself present in the pokemon franchise. all pokemon began having genders (except for the ones that don't) in the second generation of games, in order to facilitate the pokemon breeding mechanic which has become a staple of the main series

you may think this means the issue of which pokemon are girls and which ones aren't is already settled. but do we really trust game freak to be the deciding voices on this one? i certainly don't. so here's a nonexhaustive look at some pokemon that are doing their best to be role models for young women everywhere who have been picking up and enjoying these games for decades.

#10 - NIDORAN♀

Not only is Nidoran♀ canonically a girl, she is the first pokemon to be canonically a girl as the gender distinction between Nidoran types predates the introduction of gen 2's breeding system that gendered all pokemon. she broke the glass ceiling, and for this we salute her.

#9 - KANGASKHAN

Both culturally and in media single mothers are subject to a lot of scrutiny and scorn, but kangaskhan breaks the mold. powerful, responsible, yet loving and joy-filled. the look on her baby's face tells us all we need to know; she holds on tight to the pouch, clinging to the safety she knows her mother can give her, but gazes awestruck and wide-eyed at the world around her, knowing its wonders will be there waiting for her as soon as she feels ready for it.

#8 - CELESTEELA

Technically, celesteela's gender is 'unknown', but it's obvious that celesteela represents what life can look like for a woman who truly has it all. As one of the largest and heaviest pokemon ever discovered, she's not afraid to take up space. she doesn't feel the need to soften herself to be more accepted by the world around her, but she's also comfortable enough with her feminine side to let it shine through where and when she wants. nobody tells her how to live her life but her and also she has big lazers

#7 - MISMAGIUS

Well she's not called MISTER magius now, is she?

#6 - LYCANROC

Perfect embodiment of the wolfgirl you knew (or, perhaps were?) in middleschool. There are many doglike/canine pokemon in the dex, but something about lycanroc's exaggerated unkempt mane and lanky, awkward posture evokes the physicality of a teenager who exists as a beast beyond the boundaries of her own body.

#5 - CHIKORITA

This saultry little binch...

#4 - RAYQUAZA

It's an uncomfortable truth in life that many women find themselves in the position of needing to play the mediator in order to stop the people around them from acting in destructive or harmful ways. But just because mediating conflict can be a difficult and unfair position to be put into, that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Rayquaza just goes to show us all everywhere how a real woman can still thrive under these circumstances, doing her best to build a more peaceful world while not letting that push her into the shadows or make her take a back seat in her own life. she is a community leader and an innovator.

#3 - SALAZZLE

She's the archetypal femme fatale. A dominatrix. A baddie. Does she make me uncomfortable? Yes, absolutely. But I'm not a furry so I'm not really the target audience of what's happening here.

#2 - SLAKING

I know so many butches who look exactly like her. you love to see it.

#1 - MEWTWO

as one feminist philosopher has said: "I see now that the circumstances of one's birth is irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."

I think any woman living in a patriarchal society can sympathize with mewtwo's story. enraged at being treated like the property of the people who created her rather than her own fully realized person, she goes on a rampage where it quickly becomes obvious that she is even more powerful than that what she was originally created in the image of. Although this takes her down a dark path, she eventually learns to self-actualize by working on herself rather than pointlessly lashing out at people who had nothing to do with hurting her. it's empowering stuff. doubly empowering because she killed all those clowns who DID hurt her

now, of course, there are plenty more pokemon that are girls than just what i've listed here today. but i hope youve learned a little something from this.

[salemlunaa]

VOID STATE EXPLAINED: HOW TO GET THE LIFE YOU DREAM OF ᥫ᭡

A TELL-ALL GUIDE TO THE METHOD EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT

so in my asks i have alot of people going “sai, you always go on and on and on and on about the void and different problems people may have, but you never explain what it is and how to get there”And to be honest with you, most of my posts were meant to be that way because i knew of other blogs explaining the void and my blog was just meant to be follow up posts for those who already knew about the void. Although, now i feel more confident and equipped to explain the void in its entirety.

so strap in for this long ass post because this is a gonna be THE guide (if you can’t tell i’m very excited for this post)

i just wanna say that this post is an inspiration and a remix of all those that have inspired me

1. What is the void?

so as you can see yourself and life right now is you in the physical plane (the notorious 3D) you are experiencing the world as *your name* *your lastname*, and your experience is confined by the way that you initially came into the world, being y/n y/ln . The void, originally known as the “I AM” state is when you leave that experience behind, you leave the physical world behind and become nothing and everything at the exact same time. And doing so you can create and destroy absolutely anything in your experience = your reality which is why people call their destination after the void their “dr”=“desired reality”.

2. Why the void?

This method is seen as very effective and efficient once you know how to do it right because it’s a “method” in which your subconscious mind is in full control, which means you can do absolutely anything and that’s not some conspiracy or belief, it is a fact that when entering this subconscious-based meditation state that you can do absolutely anything, which is why i said that you have the power to create and destroy anything in the physical plane, altering your experience. You can change your genetics, your family and friends, your wealth, gender, where you live and much more. You can also redesign things, like a country for you to live in, your age, your s/o’s age, your memories and just your life in general. Just one trip to the void and all that you dream of is yours.

The void doesn’t have to be pitch black you can design it anyway you like, i see alot of people in my dms and asks, saying that the pitch black scares them, but your void can look anyway you want.

personally i’m not scared but i just wanted my void to look cute so i added pink stars to the pitch black

3. How do i get to the void?

There are many ways to get into the void, you can follow a guided many meditation, you can listen to subliminals or waves, you can simply affirm, you can visualise, or you can simply do none of these and go into the void with just the intent, KNOWING that it’s apart of you. You don’t need any method to tap into the void, all you need is yourself and the intent, knowing it’s apart of you and not some magical fairyland. You can enter at anytime of day, because you’re a god and don’t need to be confined to “time”. “Time” is a malleable concept and i’ll be dammed if you guys waste your days because you only believe that you can tap in at night.

4. Problems people have with the void

3 things: wavering, laziness and putting the void on a damn pedestal

a lot of you guys fail to enter the void simply because you try to enter. all the things i have said about the void make it almost impossible to believe, a golden ticket to your dream life with one trip to the void. And because of the fact that we have been conditioned to believe that we have to work for everything we have, this just seems to good to be true. and you see the void as some magical place when it’s YOU, the void is YOU, why do you think you affirm “I Am”? well it’s because the void is literally the state of you being everything but nothing, it is not a place it is a state, hence the void STATE, the “I Am” STATE. it’s a meditative state and that’s it.

When you enter the "I AM" state, why do you affirm phrases like "I am, I am pure consciousness, I am the void, I am unattached to any reality, I am faceless and formless"? It's because these affirmations align you with your divine essence, your true God Self. However, this practice is often short-lived. You enter this state briefly, and when you don't experience any immediate changes or wake up in the same shitty reality, you begin to doubt. You think, "Why hasn't it worked? I must be doing something wrong. I'll try again tonight." This is what wavering looks like. You declare yourself to be in the "I AM" state, but when it doesn’t immediately manifest, you believe it hasn't worked and attempt to re-enter it repeatedly. This endless cycle of trying can confuse your subconscious mind. Instead of truly embodying the state, you're constantly oscillating, creating inconsistency and doubt.

STOP TRYING AND START BEING, OR YOU WILL GET NOWHERE

the void is the easiest thing ever and it is owed to you, because it is you

you can literally enter right now and have every single thing you’ve ever wanted, with just a meditation state, the void isn’t the one with the power it’s you. The void is inside of you and it is lifeless, the only time it gains any power is when YOU step into the equation. As i once said, the void is your bitch not the other way around.

5. Unhealthy relationships

Although the void is one of the best methods i know, i would hate for anyone to accumulate an unhealthy, toxic relationship with the void. The void is as easy as breathing, i know, but it can be alot for some of us to wrap our heads around due to the way we have been conditioned to think (which hurts my heart more than you know). I see people spend months and years trying to get into the void going through an emotionally taxing experience with it. Although i tell people it doesn’t matter how much time you’ve “wasted” and not to let that discourage you because you could really enter now if you put your mind to it (no pun intended) , if you know that it has been eating you up trying for the void going around a constant cycle, please take a break or use other methods.

now with that i say go, go and redesign yourself, deconstruct yourself and create the new you, start from scratch and make your dream self, go to the void and get your dream life.

don’t try, just be 🌊💋

i really hope you loved this as much as i do, now go get your dream life -salem ᥫ᭡