#Do What U Want

[colfy-wolfy]

I don't post on twitter but I saw this trend on there that I couldn't resist doing

also pls consider following me I'm so close to 1k 🙏

[alzrite]

Prompt

Rifts opened in the sky. Various scenes from various stories could be seen happening through the rifts in the sky. Several figures were witnessed falling through the rifts.

-In some league base-

Constantine walks in. He takes in the room, and opens his mouth. "Why is there the monkey king?" He looks at the monkey king. "And the six eared macaque?" He looks at the monkey beside him. "And also the ghost king?" He looks at the normal kid across the monkeys. "And three fae kings!?" He looks at the three between the monkeys and kid.

[i-cant-sing]

Dr snow I want to publish my poetry about king Baldwin on here but y’all will call me weird and unhinged 😔😔

Babe, you're on tumblr. Everyone here is weird and unhinged

[finalgerl]

the rpc making ocs and naming them

[dogfood69]

gosho wants us to like shinran so bad but then gives ran and shinichi like 4 same-gender friends each who are obsessed with them like how am i meant to root for them when heiji and masumi are there to be in homosexuals with them...

[redtail-lol]

Fun facts with red because some people (specifically the pinterest peeps but I'll put this there another day) don't understand the mspec:

Bisexual just means attraction to 2+ genders. That can be 2 or all. Poly, pan, and omni people could fit under bisexual if they so desired and some do identify as polybi, bipan, omnibi, etc. However, bisexual sometimes has connotations of "men and women only" and also sometimes feels too nonspecific, so many poly/omni/pan people don't identify with bisexual even though they could technically count under it and that's valid. Some bi people also could reasonably fit under poly, pan, or omni but are more familiar with the bi label/like it more/are older and feel connected to it due to it being such a historical label and that's valid as well. Some people just identify as multisexual because they feel they aren't connected to any of the main 4 mspec labels, and some people identify with an obscure mspec microlabel because they don't even think bi/pan/poly/omni are specific enough. Some people use a multitude of mspec labels because of overlap

Mspec identity discourse should never be "here are the specific distinctions these 4 are completely different and never overlap" nor should it be "these are all essentially bi and just microlabels of bi" we can and should acknowledge that there's lots of overlap with them without invalidating the people who only identify with one. We can and should acknowledge that each label does have some differences without invalidating the people who identify with more than one.

[mermaidinthecity]

Sometimes I'm scared, I suppose. If you ever let me go, I would fall apart if you break my heart. So just take my body and don't stop the party. You can't have my heart and help me now. You won't use my mind. But do what you want with my body. Do what you want with my body, with your body. You can’t stop my voice, 'cause you don't own my life. But do what you want with my body. What I want, when I want, when I want. Do what you want with my body. Do what you want with me. What you want with my body. Do what you want with me. What you want with my body, world. Do what you want with me. What you want with my body. Do what you want with me. What you want with my body, world. Help me now. What you want with my body. Do what you want with my body. Do what you want with my body. Want you want with my body, world.

Do What U Want by Lady Gaga

[ctommylovebot]

me after passing my 6th fic with the same l-vejoy lyric for the title

[thehornytitties]

Just realised one of my current favourite songs is very sub me coded lol

[rafiashahzadi]

yall avoid looking at those comments at all costs, Islamophobia is alive and well as always

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

legal disclaimer that I'm not saying we should execute CEOs in the street, but what if we doxxed them. what if we plastered their names and faces all over social media. what if we made them nervous to go out in public for fear of actually experiencing a single consequence for their actions. what if we built a culture where CEOs get regularly bitch-slapped in the street is what I'm saying

[groovetrill]

You can't have my heart, and

You won't use my mind, but

Do what you want with my body

Do what you want with my body

You can't stop my voice 'cause

You don't own my life, but

Do what you want with my body

Do what you want with my body

[zillychu]

everyone sh. shutd up im cooking smthn

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[hinamie]

to moving forward