#I hate that I have to make a PSA on periodically

[atelierlili]

“…Your Katniss looks black.”

You better choose your next words very fucking carefully or I will block you. I try to be charitable, but I’ve read some of the most disgusting comments, I’ve been harassed and spammed, because people have an issue on my Katniss’ skintone that my patience is very thin.

In the books, the people of the Seam are poc who have been discriminated against by the wealthy fair-skinned Merchant class for their skintone. They are an allegory for the minorities who suffer the most through the systemic oppression of the government. Katniss is most likely a descendant of one, if not all, racial minorities (African American, Latin American, Asian American, Indigenous etc) in Appalachia.

Suzanne says her skintone is olive. Here is a bowl of olives.

I do whatever the fuck I want.

If you like my art great. Don’t like my Katniss’ skintone? Keep it to yourself or watch your wording very carefully. I don’t want to hear it.

[starsofjewels]

GREETINGS!! was wondering if you feel up for it if you could do a tyrion x autistic reader? idk how you could make autism fit into the GoT world but I always feel like an outsider even in the real world and i feel tyrion would be one of the few who'd actually be accepting and not judgemental

A Kitty Cat in the Lion’s Den

Tyrion Lannister x Autistic! Lannister! Reader

(Feat.) Tywin Lannister x Autistic! Lannister! Reader

CONTENT: Autistic meltdown, small! Mention of blood/ injury, self-deprecation, the Lannisters are their own warning

Word count: 1.5k (lil pookie bear)

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Hi, beautiful. I absolutely loved this request !! This was only semi triggering to write, and I hope you like it. <3

I’ve just started back at college, so the drip might be dry (not that it wasn’t to begin with). I may or may not have published this during a Free Study period…

This is proof I don’t just write Gregor Clegane fics. But I do love big squishy man and his cock.

I think I probably need to make a masterlist..

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(A teeny PSA before we begin- I, unsurprisingly given the shit I upload on here, am autistic. I’ve struggled with it my whole life, and this is an interpretation of my own experience with autism. ASD is, as the name suggests, a spectrum, so this can’t really be a generalised fic. I put my own personal experiences with my condition into this, so if you’re also autistic/ otherwise neurodivergent and this doesn’t fit your vibes, that’s why. I can’t really explain it any other way, so yeah, here you go.)

Your entire life has served as a reminder that, whether by your own fault or some cruel will of the Gods, you are not wanted. You are the outsider, the youngest Lannister, not beautiful enough to marry off young and, decidedly, not male. Lord Tywin is consistently busy with his duties as the Hand, Tyrion hides with his wines and his whores, and Jaime has his own place in the Red Keep. You are forced to sit with your sister and her ladies, who talk too loudly and prattle on about nonsense.

Cersei, you have long established, does not like you. You aren’t really sure anyone likes you, in the traditional sense, but you know that your sister only keeps you around for fear of Tywin’s wrath. There is something in the back of your mind that remembers a younger, softer Cersei putting you in her lap, of brushing your hair and putting it in gold bows. But, that was before. Before you could walk or talk properly, before you spouted random facts on unasked for topics, before she realised you were different.

Everyone knows you are different, and no one can explain why. Not even you. All they know is to stay away from you, all they know is they’ll never understand how your little mind works.

So, you sit as nicely as you can on the outside of Cersei’s circle of ladies, and you try to focus on your sewing. You don’t like sewing, but it’s what all of the noblewomen do to pass the time, and all you want is to fit in.

“Your sewing is coming on well, my lady.”

The septa tilts your sewing slightly to look at it just a little more. It’s supposed to be a gift for your father, and it is not good. You see every uneven stitch, all of the oddities and bumps in your work that make it so you can hardly look at it. You hate it, and you hate that you can’t even sew properly.

“The stitching is all wrong…”

She takes your hands as you try, again, to pick out your newest stitch, a learned behaviour with you. Despite being with you near your whole life, since you weaned off of your nurse, you aren’t sure the septa completely understands your fascination of perfection,

“It is fine,” Her voice is soft, but you can feel her disappointment, “you are still learning, my lady, some mistakes are natural. You do not need to pull it apart- again.”

You jump when Cersei’s ladies giggle at some joke you haven’t heard, the woman beside you takes your hand, and you are reminded why you keep her so close. At least, in some way, she understands what you like and what upsets you.

Tea is served for the ladies. They give you what Cersei likes, what her ladies eat, green and red things that squish and squelch in your mouth and taste like you’ve eaten rags. And the queen sees you push them around your plate, and scoffs.

“At least try it, sister,” She sips from her wine. You feel each of her noblewomen shift, in turn, to look at you, “a Lannister lady can’t just survive off of the children’s food you eat, we can’t all eat nothing but cakes and plain bread all day.”

But you don’t, and you starve. Tywin will get you something later, you’re sure of it, as he sighs, and gently suggests you’ll need a more varied diet if you’re to marry a good husband.

The women’s giggles practically turn to cackles, which do not stop for what feels like hours. You wish they’d stop, or that you could understand what they find so utterly hilarious, so at least you may join their hysteria. You’ve put your sewing down in your lap, and you fiddle with your hair. The sept doesn’t like that, she guides your work back into your hands.

“Your father doesn’t like it if you mess your hair, sweet girl, you know that,” Her hands find your hair, carefully untangling the knots you’ve made, “try a few more stitches.”

And then, inevitably, it happens. You prick your finger on your needle, and a soft ruby comes from your noble, incomprehensible skin.

Throwing your project to the ground, you rush off as fast as your legs can manage. No one comes to find you.

You are long practised with the subtle art of trying not to cry. You pace back and forth, away from anything and everything, your hands in your hair as you do. The tears in your eyes hurt, they make you tired, and only add to your humiliation. You can do nothing right, why can you do nothing right?

You think of your sister, of perfect, beautiful, poised Cersei- She has a gaggle of women to do her bidding she is loved, and desires and you doubt she paces the halls trying not to cry. She is the lion queen, and you are her kitty-cat of a sister.

And then, you hear your name called. Followed by hurried footsteps toward you. Tyrion takes your hands in his, but you cannot even look at him.

“Has someone upset you? Cersei?”

All you can do is give him whines in response. You feel a sob bubbling in your throat, and you cannot give him the satisfaction of seeing you weak.

“Tell me.”

So you look down, you watch his eyes change from confusion, to the pity you are so used to seeing. But he is your older brother, and you know he won’t run back to Cersei, like Jaime would.

It comes in one, huge splurge, as tears fall against your skin and ruin the pretty powders your maids spent so long putting on you this morning,

“I- Was making a gift for Father-” You gasp, “And they didn’t give me anything to eat, and- and the sewing was terrible, but Septa is lying and saying it’s good and-” Another. “And I cut myself!”

His arms wrap around you, and he puts his head against you. Though much smaller than you, it offers greater comfort than he knows it does. All you can do is sob. You feel like a child.

No words are spoken as he takes you down to the kitchens, and puts you at the staff table. You are given something you eat with relish, and get a plate of pudding for your effort. There is no need for you to have any medical attention for your injury, but he has it wrapped anyway. A psychological comfort, if nothing else.

Tyrion helps you into bed, letting you reach out for the rag dolls your sister claims you’re too old for. You want your father, you want him to go and tell off Cersei, but you have your brother instead, and he at least semi-understands what it’s like to be different.

“I’m sorry,” you turn and look up at him,

“Sorry?”

He stands, walking to your window to look out at the courtyard below.

“When you look at me, what do you see?”

Tyrion is going somewhere with this, you know that much, but what, you are left wondering,

“I see… my brother.”

“Yes, you do. But the world? What does the world see? They see a drunk, lustful little man with a lion on his chest he doesn’t deserve.”

Something in you knows that it’s true. Tyrion is nothing more than his condition to the eyes of most in the Keep, most of the kingdom.

“You, you look like a Lannister. Your brokenness is inside. And I wish I could understand it.”

“It’s alright-” You sit up, clutching your doll, “It’s just… what it is. I have you, I have Father.”

Tyrion almost scoffs, he comes back from the window, passing you your water,

“Yes, you get Father, but that’s because you are utterly adorable.”

“I am adorable, aren’t I?”

“And humble, it appears.”

When Tyrion leaves, he kisses your forehead, and you know he is going to tell Father. You are the one thing they share something of a common interest in, and you suspect Tywin will make an appearance at some point. You’re right, of course.

It is Tywin’s heartbeat you listen to to calm yourself down for sleep. Your father strokes your hair, half-dozing himself. A soft, sweet moment that you are reminded Tyrion doesn’t have the privilege of.

Cersei is no longer allowed to be your main caretaker, you spend your afternoons out in the gardens, or sit entertaining yourself in Tywin’s solar. Tyrion takes you on walks, and there is something of a peaceful normality brought about.

You are still terribly disappointed in how Tywin’s gift turns out, it looks like a child made it, and when you become obviously quite upset over the manner, you have the Old Lion and his younger son to calm you. He loves it, he assures you, and Tyrion is so enamoured by it he requests his own. You know they are simply making you feel better, but you let it happen anyway.

And, perhaps, life is not so bad after all.

[daydream-believin]

a real stand up guy ba dum tss

summary: you get stood up by an internet man. douxie, your waiter and secret admirer, remedies that jackass’s mistake.

warnings: uh. swearing, alcohol, i’m too lazy to proof, the yooj. oh and doux doesn’t know how to handle this crush without getting slightly into stalker territory sorry. its a red flag but i think its cute. you may not think its cute.

a/n: tumblr was glitching while i tried to post this so idk how many paragraphs i accidentally erased. i mean i tried my best to make that number 0. but anyways if something is off let me know. the challenge for this one is that im not allowed to use italics. which you should know was very hard for me agshjfkgjdjh

taglist: @moppetwithamanbun @alovesongshewrote @blixeon @prismarts @fantasyiswaybetterthanreality @ukuleles-and-roses

okay quick psa i know it’s been years so if you want off the taglist just hmu. also if you were on the taglist and got taken off thats bc tumblr says you don’t exist anymore

uh this was a request. i’m not doing requests tho dont think that. looking back yeah that ask if from march 2022 and this doesn’t even match up to what you asked 😂 im so sorry @rose-writes-shit

you took a peek at your watch. 7:34 o’ clock. letting your head fall into the open palm of your propped up hand, you sighed.

coffee meets bagel boy was supposed to have met you at 7:00.

of fucking course. you let your plucky pink-haired coworker convince you to download a fucking dating app and make a profile, just for the only guy who had actually been interested enough in you to ask you on a real date to stand you up. makes sense.

it’s not like you’ve ever had luck with these kind of things. it’s not like you’ve ever had luck period. your kind might be the black cat of humans.

you’ve spent way too long eating the free bread at a mr. benoit’s of all places. it was the “classiest” establishment in the certain suburban hellscape of california you inhabited, albeit. you took in the scenery for the millionth time that night with a renewed sense of disgust. at least now you had a legitimate reason to hate this place.

your waiter slinked over, and you could tell he felt bad for you with the awkward shuffling gait to the pity grimace on his face.

“so, uh, perhaps more bread?”

you rolled your face towards him, arbitrarily throwing animosity his way with your dead eyes, just because he was there. but soon your compulsive desire to be the funniest pathetic wretch in the room won out.

“i’m considering burning this whole place down right now, actually,” you joked.

he grit his teeth, sucking in a breath, “could i perhaps convince you to do that on a night i’m not closing, instead? tomorrow is my least favorite coworker’s turn, for your consideration,”

“hmm,” you pretended to think, “i’ll do that then, it’s only kind,”

“thank you for your generosity,” he grinned, “now, are you still waiting for someone or?”

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douxie had been watching you for over half an hour now. not creepily. he swears. he just got a little excited when he saw you come into the restaurant is all.

anddd maybe he might have badgered the host into giving you one of his tables. but again, he was just excited. he’s been looking for an excuse to talk to you for the past three months, after all. forgive him for jumping on the opportunity.

he maybe fancied you. just a wee bit. perhaps a rather large bit. or at least, the version of you he’s cooked up in his head from the way he sees you interact with people at house parties and the things he’s heard from zoe.

but he’s sure he’ll love you. as soon as he gets to know who you actually are. which, hopefully, is about to be sooner rather than later.

he did not anticipate this situation, however. whatever benevolent deity blessed him on this night decided to throw a jar of pickled herring in with the otherwise yummy pastry filled gift basket they left for him.

not long after you arrived at 6:56 pm, not that he marked the time you came in or anything he just happened to glance at the clock around that time, he watched you, how they say, deflate. your demeanor shifted from antsy to sad to downright annoyed.

you were dressed nicely. not fancy, not pretending like this wasn’t a benoit’s. but nice. orderly. like you wanted to make a good impression on whoever it was you were expecting to meet. so either a date, or mayhaps a job interview.

not that you didn’t look nice or orderly on other days. you just weren’t in your hex tech uniform shirt. or in the incredibly casual clothes you wore when he saw you around. you were just. clearly cleaned-up, is all.

whoever it was, it was obvious that they were not coming. doux applauded you for being patient enough to wait this long, but again, they obviously weren’t coming. which, if it was a date, was good for him, but bad for you. very bad for you.

and honestly who does this person think they are? letting you down like this? horrible. disgraceful. this person was a grade A jerk-off. they have to be dead from the neck up to leave you waiting here like this, publicly embarrassing you as you sat at a table set for two all alone at one of the busiest restaurants in town. shame on them.

he was glad you seemed to be in the joking mood, however. and about arson, too. oh, he’s always had a soft spot for arsonists.

he hoped you’ll forgive him for having to do his job. if it was up to him, he’d give you all the bread in the pantry just so you wouldn’t leave. but alas, he had to deal the killing blow.

“now, are you still waiting for someone, or?”

your eyes drifted downward to the empty wineglass in your hand as you swirled it sarcastically as if it were still full.

you sighed, “yeah, no, it’s clear he doesn’t plan on showing,” you looked back up at him ruefully, “i’ll order now. i shouldn’t have waited this long for an internet man, anyway, huh? could’ve made it less pathetic.”

“i don’t think there’s a way to make these things any ‘more’ or ‘less’ pathetic,” he began taking out his notepad, ready to write, “because i wouldn’t call it pathetic at all. getting stood up is a thing that’s done to you, not because of who you are, but because of who someone else chooses to be… unless you stole this guy’s car or something. then it’s your fault.”

you laughed. genuinely.

“no, no, it’s a first date. i haven’t known this guy long enough to steal his car yet. but thanks… that’s. a better outlook than mine. kinder,” you apologized, “… uh, can i have like, the cheapest bottle of white wine you’ve got back there? the whole thing this time.”

“i take it back. that definitely made it pathetic.”

while you shared a laugh, douxie mentally congratulated himself. you had just given him the information that a) you were single and b) you were into men. a good day to be a charming single man, then. he had a chance.

“so are you ordering any real food as well? or did you plan on just having wine and bread for dinner? have to say, i don’t think that’s wise, love.”

“well i suppose i gotta, since, i’ve, uh, eaten three baskets of complimentary bread,” you stumbled over your words for a second there, “and i’m sure it’d make the manager mad if it didn’t, right?”

“right you are. he’s uh,” douxie lowered his voice, “he’salreadybeenonmydickaboutyou so yeah, you gotta. plus i’m just— you should eat something, yeah.”

you awkwardly turned your attention to the menu as you did that thing where you hold it and pretend to look over the menu as you order like you forgot or something, “the duck confit sounds good for tonight, i think,”

douxie snorted.

“no, no, that wasn’t a joke,” you shook your head, smiling fondly, “i actually just like duck, i promise. no sarcasm. i do understand the irony though. i get it.”

he didn’t completely believe you, “well then, one order of duck confit, coming right up. be back shortly, love.”

doux grabbed the breadbasket on his way out.

when he glanced back to throw you a short and unnoticeable but longing stare, as he paused in the kitchen doorway, you were fidgeting with the flowers on the table. he should get that order in now.

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when your waiter came back with food, he placed two plates down on the table. you looked at him like he had suddenly grown a second head as he took the other seat as well.

“what are you—“

“i called in a favor with the owner. i’m still working but, i’ve got a bit of free time now. if you don’t mind me joining you,”

you shook your head in astonishment.

“not at all,” you smiled, still absolutely flabbergasted that this man would do something like this for you, “you’re douxie, right? zoe’s mentioned you a lot.”

“oH—,” he coughed, “oh, uh, she has?“

“yeah,”

he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “only good things, i pray?”

“oh, sure. sure. good things,” you took a demure little sip of your glass to torture him with the pause implying the contrary.

he swallowed audibly. nervous, then. what dirt did zoe have on him. you watched as he awkwardly shoved up the sleeves of his shirt, perhaps feeling a bit warm now. it was cute.

you’d be sure to ask zoe all about him later. how could you not. this was the most interesting thing to happen all year. and it’s december.

you racked your brain for what you knew of this guy for conversation topics.

“you’re in zoe’s band, right? the lead guitarist.”

his face lit up at the mention of it, “oh, yes. you’ve seen us?”

“once or twice, i believe.”

it wasn’t really your thing, live music. you mostly hung around the back of the bar when you got dragged to shows. you liked loud, sometimes. just not often. it really depended on how your brain was feeling that day.

“well, you’ve gotta come to the next gig, then, at least. i’m sure zoe’s already invited you?” you nodded. “the venue’s holding a wee little music festival, it’s going to be nuclear,”

“ah, that’s fun,” you smiled. that sounded like hell but now that two very enthusiastic wizards have invited you, you don’t have the heart to weasel your way out of it. you’ll bring the “XTREME” ear plugs.

“but yeah, the bands great. i love that i get to play with my mates now. a team that works as well together as we do is rare, so i really appreciate them.”

“speaking of,”

doux hummed inquisitively.

“what’s going on with zoe and that new girly y’all’ve got on the drums?”

“oh,” he paused to take a sip, narrowing his eyes mischievously, “they’re boning.”

you clasped your hands together excitedly, “thank you! you’ve just won me a betting pool.”

he almost had to spit the wine back into his glass,“hhhh. how many?”

“oh, just the entirety of the hex tech arcadia staff.”

“i’m not sure she’ll be happy to hear that.”

“which is why you won’t tell her, mr. casperan,” you placed your hand over his with a cheshire cat grin.

well, he couldn’t argue with that.

dinner progressed. alas, you can’t say you lingered as long as you wanted to on conversation. you were kinda rushing things because you felt a little guilty doux was getting someone to cover for him while you had your little date. was this a date. it had to be. as mentioned, he’s going out of his way for this, and you can’t imagine he’d go through all this trouble because he wasn’t interested in you. but then again, you couldn’t believe he was interested in you either.

“do you like cryptozoology?” douxie tried his best to ask nonchalantly while he scratched the bridge of his nose to look a little less interested. he was feeling a bit energized since talking about the band. you had been paying attention to him like he’d been paying attention to you, if only in passing.

“a tad more than the average californian wizard, why?”

“well, later this weekend, i’ve got a job exterminating a goblin infestation in the next town over,”

“snelling?”

“yeah, snelling. the guy i was partnering with told me he was backing out this morning, so now i’ll be going it alone. and im sure you know how fighting goblins alone usually goes.”

“makes it easier for them to gang up on you, yes.”

“see, that’s why i’m asking if you’d be interesting in taking his place?”

“well, i’ve got the weekend off and nothing to do,” he knew that, he got the hex tech schedule from zoe every week(to know how to schedule band practice. and, if he also took a peak at your schedule, it was purely accidental. yeah.), “so, i don’t see why not.”

doux grinned, both relieved he wouldn’t be fighting goblins alone, and feeling clever that he found an excuse to spend more time with you, “perfect, i’ll text you the details? but, oh, i don’t have your number do i?”

you were about to ask why he couldn’t just tell you in person right now, but he said that soo hammy. it took .01 seconds to understand what he was doing. you snorted.

“okay, okay, here,” you held out your hand and he gladly placed his unlocked phone in your hand. you made the contact and sent yourself a text of the first emoji he had in his recents, which happened to be🫀. ah, a goth romantic. you gave him back his phone.

“perfect. thank you, love.” he tucked the phone into his chest dramatically before placing in back into his pocket.

you rolled your eyes fondly, “you know, goblin smashing isn’t exactly my idea of the perfect second date, you might have to turn up the charm.”

“oh, i’m sure i’ll make it worth your while,” he let his head fall into his palm propped up on the table, gaze going soft, “so was this a perfect first date, then?”

you laughed, “hardly. all things considered. but—“

“but?”

“but i’m glad it happened this way. i’ve had a good time, mr. casperan.”

he grinned in agreement, “me too.”

you put your hand on top of the one he left resting on the table, and he took the opportunity to take that hand and gently lay a kiss to the top of your knuckles. he lingered for a moment, eyes shut tight to take in the tenderness of the moment.

alas, he has to go back to work now.

doux pulled out your chair and helped you to your feet. you thanked him as he started stacking the dishes.

“should i—?”

“no, god no,” he chuffed, “i’m the waiter, remember? i work here.”

“oh yeah.”

that reminded you. you shuffled for your wallet, but he stopped you.

“i’m paying for dinner, love. go enjoy the rest of your evening, i’ll text you after i close.”

“you sure?” it didn’t really sit right with you, considering he probably took a pay cut by not working the whole time you were on this little “date.”

“well,” he paused, and placed the dishes back onto the table for time being, “you could leave me a tip, if you know what i mean. just a teeny thing—“

“c’mere,” you snickered as you pulled him down by the lapels to kiss him.

chaste, just a peck. but perfect and sweet all the same.

when you pulled back, you watched as douxie held his eyes closed for just a moment longer than he need to before letting that blinding all encompassing smile bloom across his face.

“well then, a very goodnight to you, y/n l/n.”

[olderthannetfic]

I hate that people make posts about how people should be writing something a certain way or prioritizing their time making content for certain groups or adhering to absolute canon for specific instances. And it’s framed as this community wide PSA for the fandom federation or something ridiculous like that as if it’s our solemn duty as a fandom to conduct ourselves in a way that is not cringe, or that the widest possible audience will enjoy it and of course wholesome never too sexual and morally good (and is literally just the posters specific preferences most of the time)

And then these sentiments sometimes spread and you get comments correcting you on the way you spend your own free time playing with dolls as if you are failing the collective in your duties or some shit. Why do people do this! This is a hobby for fun I am not a YouTuber or Tiktoker leave me alone! We are not required to collectively adhere to the most popular views of canon go away! I do not want to be your idea of advertiser friendly so you aren’t embarrassed to share an online space with me. I was disowned by half my family when I came out and couldn’t take my own gf to prom because of Period Typical homophobia from the 2000s you think I fucking care what a bunch of weak willed zoomers are embarrassed by? I am unapologetically sex positive and kinky in my artistic expression and I can take or leave what I like about canon like I have for the 15 years I’ve been in fandom. I’m not going anywhere and I am not changing for your personal sensibilities.

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[princessefemmelesbian]

A PSA

Okay I normally don't make posts about TERFs like these because I prefer to reblog them from trans people who know more about this stuff then I do but I just gotta say this, and if I'm being for fucking real I can't believe this even has to be said:

Stop posting screenshots of TERF posts and saying "op was a terf so I'm stealing this post! 🤪"

Seriously, stop it. You're not doing anything good by taking TERF talking points and reposting them to your blog. All you're doing is allowing TERF rhetoric to continue to spread and sanitizing it so that people become desensitized to it and don't recognize actual TERF rhetoric when they see it.

When you screenshot a TERF post and say "op was a TERF" all you are doing is validating TERF points whether you agree with them or not. Because every post a TERF makes, even if it seems benign, is connected to their rotten, transmisogynist ideology. You cannot divorce TERF statements from their true intentions. I think a lot of TMEs on this site really underestimate the fact that TERF is a harmful hate movement. Every statement a TERF makes, even if it seems harmless or actually feminist, is ultimately going to be tarnished by the fact that they are made with the intention of targeting trans women and wanting them dead. If a post is about how men are awful or are "raised" to be a certain way and is made by a TERF, then congratulations, you just found transmisogynistic rhetoric that is actually about trans women and their apparent "male socialization". If a post is about how lesbians should be allowed to not like men and how men are forcing themselves onto lesbians, but a TERF made it, then it's not actually a lesbian-friendly post. It is a transphobic post about how transfem lesbians apparently "prey" on cis lesbians(which they also think straight trans men are, let's make that very clear) by merely existing. Same for any post about the word queer or the beauty industry or periods or anything of the like. Even if they don't explicitly say it, TERFs are inherently lumping trans women in with(cishet) men and trans men in with women/lesbians and THAT is the true meaning of the post. You're not making it any better by reposting it from them.

TERFs know exactly how to make their posts seemingly benign and genuinely positive on the surface so that people get sucked in to thinking that they are truly for the feminist cause and actually have good points to make. But all of it ultimately serves the purpose of continuing transmisogyny, and when you post screenshots of their posts and go "I really wanted to reblog this post but op was a terf so I'm stealing it! 😇" all you are doing is giving terfs a platform and saying that we should listen to them. You're exposing trans women to beliefs and opinions of people who ultimately wish to harm them and do NOT have the same innocent intentions that you believe they have from looking at the post at first glance. You are not helping women. You are not helping feminism. You're internalizing TERF rhetoric, and you're allowing other people to internalize it, too.

It's one thing if you don't realize a post was made by a TERF before you reblog it, and then you delete it afterwards. But if you know someone is a TERF and intentionally repost their vile, sickening rhetoric wrapped up in pink feminist bows and go "I like the message of this post but op is a terf so 🤷🏾‍♀️" then you may as well be reblogging it directly from them, because you're still agreeing with TERFs at the end of the day.

What can you do instead? You can reblog feminist posts from amazing and intellectual trans women who actually are genuine about the cause and actually know what they're saying. They have way better views on feminism and misogyny and lesbophobia and the patriarchy then a radfem who thinks woman=vagina and man=penis ever will, trust me. Uplift their voices instead of stealing from conservative hate groups. It really is that simple.

[whocaresifwearecrazy]

"If you wanna know the Pavlovian Response PSAs/PIFs have had on me, I cannot listen to "Body II Body" by Samantha Mumba without internally wincing or "Wise Up" by Aimee Mann without seeing imagining someone try to button up a shirt painstakingly slow because he was involved in a speeding accident. I cannot think of Pee Wee Herman without thinking of him saying "This is crack. Rock cocaine. It isn't glamourous or cool or kids' stuff". I had a period where I HATED the song "The 12 Days of Christmas" because of an anti-drink driving PIF. I am TEMPTED to say "This is your brain on drugs" when making eggs. I can't even listen to "When Johnny Met June" without thinking of the Sandy Hook Promise PSA "Evan". All that aside, I LOVE the PSA community. Zac R, HelloImAPizza, Sweet Disaster, Antonia the Sheep, Love the PIF, Back to the Past, RE: ADS, etc. etc.

[nereidprinc3ss]

been so busy i haven’t had a chance to sit down and write this but dybmn we are SOOO back. u know i was actually planning to hold off on reading it for a bit like i was gonna reread the rest of the parts and soak it all in and make it a whole thing and set time aside for it and everything cause that’s what i usually do but then when i saw that you posted it i rlly just couldn’t hold myself back LOLLL and i dove in immediately. it kind of didn’t hit me how much id missed dybmn couple until i started reading again LOL like i love their dynamic i love how they’re kind of like their own thing if that makes sense like i love all your works and i love the way you write them both in each one but like you can kinda tell dybmn is in its own universe if that makes sense like in all ur fics they have special little quirks in their dynamics that i think are lovely and it’s been a while since ive read dybmn and seeing them again i was like 🥹🥹 i missed yall LOLLL idk if that made any sense at all but anyway point being i missed them. also i love when you write in spencer’s pov so much. and this new plot was so unexpected but i adore it like i have no idea what the neighbor could have said/did to her and i like that cause it really does put u in spencer’s shoes instead of being sort of omnipresent like the author like whatttt i’m completely clueless too rn i wanna know what happened!!!! so excited for the next part also psa that nobody asked for but like i love how sweet he is to her too like even when it’s not sex i love soft dom spencer period like why is it getting so much hate recently like hello what is everyone’s damage (kidding joke don’t be mad i know everyone has their own preferences just saying though this is mine put the pitchforks down plz) anyway so cute as always also the part abt the fight seeming like months ago made me smile was that a play at how long it’s been irl that’s not shade at All btw it just made me giggle. ok the end yayyyy nereidprinc3ss i love u 🧸

Yesss yayyy that part was SUPPOSED to make u giggle hehehe I’m glad u caught that!!!!

I missed them too<3 I agree dybmn has a pretty distinct vibe from my other fanfiction which makes it rlly fun to write cause I can tap into something I can’t always w my one shots!!

I also love sweet Spencer all the time he’s sooooooooooo I jsut love him and I love YOU mwah!!!

[storiesbyrhi]

I just re-watched season 3 of Stranger Things (a.k.a. nobody checks on the children for four days straight) and here's the takeaway for me - whoever I was when I watched it in 2019 is not the girl you see before you. I have a wayyyy different interpretation of the characters and the show.

(Season 1 thoughts here. Season 2 thoughts here.)

Sorry to go all My Favorite Murder on you, but here's Correction Corner:

I should have mentioned Sam Owens in my S2 thoughts; I was suss of him in 2017. Still suss in the rewatch.

It was cool meeting Sinclair and Henderson families. Obviously, Erica was iconic from the get-go.

Needed more Scott Clarke.

Alright, it's Scoops Ahoy season, baby!

I'll never be as funny as Erica. I'm so glad someone realised that Priah Ferguson has impeccable comedic timing and tone. She makes the show better.

This is totally my personal feeling and definitely relates to the trauma I have experienced IRL, but I am so uncomfortable and scared of Hopper this season. I understand why he is so protective of El, but for me it crosses the line. The drinking. The way he reacts to Joyce not showing up at Enzo's. How he talks to her after. Gives me the ick. He's chilled out by the end but season 3 Hopper is not my fav.

Oh, hey, just another season of Joyce being absolutely fucking right from the get-go. When will people just believe her? As always, she's so great. Also, Joyce looking out for Alexei is so in character.

Alright, we're back on the Billy discourse. I saw someone write a post about how he wasn't the best choice for the Mind Flayer host because he was already an asshole so there wasn't enough contrast (I'm summarising, also if I can find the post I'll tag and link here). They're totally right. We don't get much character development for Billy because he's flayed by the end of episode 1, so I guess my opinion of him from season 2 stands? We get the backstory, but it still doesn't justify shit imo. This is probably a controversial opinion, but his death was less like 'I'm going to try to save these kids' or whatever, and more 'I'm awake and pissed I was mind controlled, so fuck you monster!' PSA: Adults shouldn't perv on teenagers. The Billy fan club by the pool makes me so uncomfy. Even if this is a thing lmao. Can't one single adult treat this kid right?!

I love Steve this season. He's totally himself for the first time. He's romantic, unhinged, smarter than people give him credit for, and a really shitty babysitter! He was always a great character, but Robin really makes him shine. Steve is so babygirl this season.

Karen Wheeler is a star. Not a perfect woman, but a brilliant character.

I forgot how smart Robin is? Why did they dumb her down in season 4? She is multi-lingual, a musical genius, generates a lot of the plot-driving ideas in the season, and is a charming mix of "hyper" (as Steve puts it) and warm empathy. She is also brave as hell; the way she spits at the Russian? I never really understood people's issues with season 4 Robin, but I get it now. She should have been more than just comedic relief - this season proves that.

Needs more Scott Clarke.

Will is so sidelined this season and I fucking hate it. He is the heart of this show. I know Mike is their star and by this point everyone was frothing Finn Wolfhard but man, they didn't need to bench Will. I understand that we're watching the boys grow up while Will feels different* and left behind, but surely there could have been more for Will to do? (*I'm not even gonna go into the queer subtext because it's way too much for this post.) Also, it's a goddamn shame that Will never gets to be in Hellfire and have Eddie as a DM. He'd have loved Eddie so fucking much.

I know how Nancy is treated at the newspaper is period accurate or whatever, but it sucks. She's such a hard worker, always out there researching and writing, and caring so, so deeply. I love her. She is constantly MVP. Glad they keep giving her guns.

Jonathan has lost some of his likeability, but I think there are a lot of interesting interplays between him, socioeconomic/class status, and Nancy. I totally get where he's coming from, and I think it says a lot about his character that he can admit when he's wrong.

Hive Mind Army isn't as creepy as anything we've seen before in the show because it's just like like... super cliche idk? I forgot they all turn to sludge to form the Flayer. The scene at the end of episode 6 where they just... melt... is kind of fucking horrifying though. Love that.

Mike gets more lackluster each season?

Lucas is funny and smart. I love him and Erica. I love him and Max. He's great.

Part of me wishes Dustin wasn't separated from the others, but Scoops Troop was so unexpected and works so well that I can't be mad.

It's kind of a joy to watch El come into herself more. I still would have liked more El/Will bonding but ya can't win them all. At least she gets Max, who also gets her own multifaceted personality this season too.

Murray last season was a non-event to me. Could take him or leave him. I vibe him this time around.

I remember loving Alexei. I was right to. God, his death sucked. It's almost like... hmm... no... almost... surely not... they... keep... they wouldn't... writing good goddamn characters and then kill them off instead of giving any real-life stakes to their plot-armored main cast?!?

I don't vibe Jopper as a ship this season.

Suzie demanding The NeverEnding Story in the middle of an emergency is the same energy as Eddie deciding the only way to distract the demobats was to play Master of Puppets on the trailer roof.

Every season ends with a time skip forward. I had forgotten that. Makes the season 4 one less weird.

Speaking of season 4... That's next, baby! I have re-watched it so many times but I'm doing it again, now armed with my brand new updated opinions and feelings! Yewwwwww. Here we go!

This has been a Stranger Things Rhi-Watch.

[randomactsofpigeon]

A Small Update

to whom it may concern or why i’ve fallen off the face of the earth

so most people who’ve followed this blog awhile know my husband and i are being treated for infertility. i had my second round of ivf in december, which was followed by a semi-rare complication called ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome. i wouldn’t wish either of these things on anyone. i was basically knocked on my ass the entire month.

then we found it out it had all been for nothing. both of the embryos we got out of the ivf round are abnormal. so that’s 3/3 abnormal embryos in total.

there’s a lot of reasons why this is the case. and some reasons we don’t know why. and some just plain rotten fucking luck. but long story short. we’re going to need a donor egg. even though the only thing wrong with me reproductively is an incompatibility with the ivf process, eggs are still the limiting reagent here.

and something about this has triggered all the stress i’ve been doing my level best to hold back over the past two years. yes, indeed, all the inability to cope over that time period has been the shit that leaked past my attempts to carry on. now i’m getting the full brunt of it.

fyi, people have done studies concluding that the stress associated with infertility is equivalent to the stress associated with cancer.  mentioning not for the sake of suffering olympics but to give other people some reference point for how intense and awful and life-altering living with this is.

anyway for the past 3-4 weeks since we found out i’ve had a rough time just...getting out of bed. feeding myself. showering. i have a combination of the world’s most understanding boss and a cushy as hell job or i’d be fired at this point. 

this has unfortunately coincided with a lot of people i consider friends being like, “we’re past the holidays now! let’s do stuffs!”

and i just...can’t

i really, really can’t

i can’t do anything right now but do my level best to take care of myself well enough to make it to better. all i can do right now is the bare minimum necessary to survive. (my husband is a saint, btw. probably the only reason i haven’t literally starved to death in my own filth this past month.)

i feel bad about all this, but i don’t feel guilty tbh. maybe i should. but i just don’t have the energy to hate myself for not being able to scrape together enough spoons to be a better friend or fake being more ok right now.

so this has been a psa to those wondering what on god’s green earth has happened to pigeon.

[dumbdomb]

I think if you censor terms they don't show up in searches so your blog wouldn't show up for those searching "Detrans kink" if you changed it to detr*ns kink. I don't want to send an ask without any solid suggestions so maybe that and potentially rearranging the wording to "NO DETR*NS KINK BLOGS" or something because it currently shows the title of your blog in an internet tab as "DETRANS KINK BLOG" so it's sort of more asociating your blog with the search terms. I think the person was trying to explain why using that language uncensored is bringing you more attention from the people you specifically don't want.

rearranging the wording to "no detrans kink blogs" bc adding the word "blog" at the end would prevent the rest from being picked up as keywords? really? is that how the algorithms work now? when did that change happen bc obviously i've missed something if that's the case... this is my current description and pinned (focusing only on one kink).

this was what i had up BEFORE getting lots of interaction from detrans kink blogs... and is still on my pinned rn:

when tags get wiped (entire tag search results being hidden, deleted) people often use different spellings and such to avoid censors and allow other users to continue finding their posts. tags are how we used to do things: you could post whatever and it wouldn't be visible to anyone who wasn't following you, or on your blog, unless they saw it in a specific tag they themselves were intentionally searching. many people would tell new users to stop tagging things with hate, especially characters, and use "anti-character name" instead. it has been a huge disservice to the site to make ANY word able to be picked up by the search algorithm and show up in the results as a keyword, even without using any tags (imho).

not to reminisce too much, but we could write posts and not tag things and only our followers and stalkers (what i guess is now called lurkers) would see it. many personal posts would usually be a period punctuation mark and entire rants and venting or info dumping in the tags, and it wouldn't show up in ANY search unless someone was specifically searching tags for that exactly worded phrase. (god, i miss tags being functional so much!!!) that's also why we still generally have a culture of telling people not to write on posts and to "keep it in the tags" instead.

anyway, people self censor to actually continue engaging with a group or community here, so censoring my dni wouldn't be effective. also fyi, censoring things in general use does not allow people to block those tags or posts they want to avoid from showing up (which is another reason why the tagging system worked and was largely controlled and maintained by actual users. sesta fosta really fucked us over big time, imo). a common example of this is like tagging a gif as "flashing gif" which is easy for lots of people to avoid without ever seeing your post, compared to "f145h1ng g1f" which was likely not on a photo sensitive person's blocked tag list and they would only find out after seeing your post on someone else's blog or on their dash.

so. if having a normal, calmly stated dni doesn't work, and having a censored or unusually written dni doesn't work, and typing in all caps everywhere i can like a blaring visual alarm to not interact also doesn't work... then like... are detrans kink blogs incapable of understanding consent and respecting boundaries? but fr, bc i've honestly tried this so many times and my efforts only increased as a RESPONSE to the constant messages i was receiving... why is that on me? is it the way my blog is dressed or what... 🙄

silly commercial voiced psa:

are you a detrans kink blog bothered by my presence in search results bc so many detrans kink blogs have harassed me that now my blog shows up in your orbit? have you tried not harassing a blog that has your kinks listed in their dni? do you get frustrated about having to remake your blog all the time bc you keep harassing people? have you tried respecting other people's boundaries? i think maybe that'd be a good option. <3

also, it's more likely that i'm showing up bc a post of mine keeps getting liked and reblogged by, you guessed it, Detrans Kink Blogs!... i even changed the original post but none of these blogs ever Check The Source ™ 🤷🌸

also also, just for transparency, i don't report blogs. mostly bc i loathe having to block the same person twenty times but i am big on the "block, don't report." if a blog actually has something to be reported, it should not be done through this hell site but to actual gov people ☑

[deep sigh] and another thing... the only reason i have any dni at all is bc people will contact me and project their kinks or preferences onto me. if everyone was chill and respectful, i wouldn't even have detrans kink blogs in my dni. it wasn't on my list when i began this blog, but the more i posted about gender i began to get more attention from these blogs. so i'm really getting a vibe here... and i think that sub-group in the kink community needs to hold each other accountable or be aware that they're creating a safe space for abusers, transphobic and misogynistic people, and conservatives...

[warmpants]

I’ve complained about this enough times on twitter that my mutuals will probably just tell me to get over myself if I say it again but I really, really, really cannot stand how obsessed arohas are with knowing where the members are and what they’re doing right now. It’s nice that they went to see jinnie’s musical but sitting there and filming them in the audience for prolonged periods of time, waiting in the hallway to film them leaving because “I’m so happy seeing them together”, reporting on their every action and no doubt over analyzing their body language and shit, like… give them their space please… when the news first broke there was no shortage of PSAs from arohas saying “guys please be patient with them and don’t over analyze them in public” or fucking whatever but now you’re doing the same thing & back to treating them like content! “Where are the minhyuk updates” nowhere, he’s grieving, leave his ass alone. “Does eunwoo look sad here or what” no, yes, maybe, I don’t care, not your business honestly. They don’t (or shouldn’t) owe us anything right now. I fucking hate that they have to go through something like this as public figures but I at least expected fans to be more normal about this and understand that astro are real people who really just lost one of their closest friends and that, despite the fact that we also love them & him, they don’t exist just for us to see and consume. They don’t make public appearances for your reassurance and gratification. Calm down. Be patient. Give them space.

[thenixkat]

i think I had thoughts on a Pokemon crossover where Pokemon just showed up out of the blue at the dawn of quirks. So setting where pokemon have only really been a thing for maybe 200-300 yrs And I would assume they're not necessarily universally beloved

cause like plenty of people just hate and fear completely normal and harmless animals for no good reason. I imagine sudden magic animals and inanimate objects would not be terribly welcome, especially at first. Given folks didn't take too kindly to people with superpowers initially and I have to assume a big part of why folks changed their minds was cause people with superpowers became the majority

i imagine that folks started warming up to at least the useful/edible pokes first after awhile

with def stigma against scary pokes and pest pokes

some people would definately have pet pokemon. but i think less people would be trainers/coordinators/etc b/c why use pokemon to fight if you've already got cool superpowers?

like if you need a magic critter to protect you your quirk is probably weak/useless

@kariachi: I can imagine a vicious back-and-forth between 'if you need pokemon your guirk sucks', 'you can use pokemon to cover natural weaknesses (like a fire quirk haver having something with storm drain)', and 'fuck you I can't legally defend myself with my quirk so I'm doing what I can'

i think the folks most likely to be proper serious trainers would be quirkless people or people with very weak/useless/'if i use my quirk in self defense I will get sent to jail' I also imagine that most families with kids would have a decent nanny pokemon give human trafficking is likely worse in this world, especially if kids are gonna be expected to be a lone for long periods (like Uraraka lives alone b/c her parents cant afford to move closer to UA, getting her a decent poke to keep her company would be a smart idea)

also, trainers/coordinators/rangers likely have a decent following. 20% of the human population at minimum being into a thing is still a LOT of people. And I would assume that pokemon geared folks would be making the rules and regulations for pokemon related stuff.

also given that pokemon are new to the setting a bunch of shit probably isn't known or known *well*. Also given that folks were not happy when pokes first showed up and people likely treated them like any other pest animal wild pokes are likely more aggressive. And then there's the fucking legendries causing the occasional natural disaster when they're active

Inko: *sees that Izuku is being bullied but he wont tell her who's doing it and the teachers are no help* Inko: *get's Izuku a few guard mon*

I do imagine that some people just attract certain kinds of pokemon either do to their circumstances or their powers. Like people with electric powers attracting fucking jolticks all the time. The press wanting to know what about Endeavor's household keeps attracting swarms of shuppets/banettes

I'm gonna assume that nontrainers, especially not folks that don't have a lot of land don't get big pokemon or pokes with big evos

also, I like the idea that pokemon that take a really long time to evolve, especially pokemons who's prevos arent terribly useful don't really get kept except by hard core trainers who come from a long line of hardcore trainers. Like, the pokemon department of the government having to keep make PSAs to tell people to be nice to magikarp b/c they evolve into gyrados and that they do hold grudges

@kariachi: "We've found a handful of species that hold grudges when they become Way Too powerful and they include Vulpix, Magikarp, and Deino, act accordingly"

the pokedex is still in the process of being made and the fuckers given funding to do it keep subcontracting kids who are easily distracted

also pokemon that evolve with stones were probably not thought to evolve for the longest time. the scientists are also questioning the rare magic rocks that miners occasionally dig up that do shit to certain pokemon

Izuku: I want to be a prohero like All Might Nearly everyone: You are quirkless. Just take yer pokemon and become a ranger or something Izuku: I will take my pokemon and become a prohero

like I assume that the pokemon branch of the government grants people licenses to use pokemon for prohero work for the proheroes who do use pokemon b/c they still gotta be properly trained and cared for if they plan to use them (and also pokemon work for cheaper than like an actual human with the same powerset) Izuku could use some loop holes

Izuku: There are laws against quirk discrimination and proheroes can have pokemon to supplement their quirk. I can totally do this

[bloatedandalone04]

To The One I Love - Part 5

Series Masterlist

➪in which tyler takes you home for the first time all over again, and even though your lack of memory hurts him beyond words, he’s determined to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.5k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

A few days had passed and Tyler was finally caught up on all the comments he and the team received on their latest stream. 

He set the IPad down on the table and leaned back, his eyes sore from staring at the screen for so long. Today was the day you were going home, and Tyler was both excited and very nervous. Because now it was up to him to make sure nothing interfered with your recovery and to make sure you were comfortable.  

You were sleeping when he decided that now was really the only time he had to go home and get things in order for you, and it would also give your parents some time alone with you since this was their last day here before they risked their jobs back in Texas. 

While he knew they wanted to stay here with you for a bit longer, you were right. There was really no reason to stay for a long period of time since there wasn’t anything they could do to speed up your recovery, or help get your memories back.

He felt kind of bad for leaving you while you were asleep, but he didn’t want to wake you up when you looked so peaceful. 

So he just leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against the bandage around your head, before giving your parents a forced smile and leaving. 

Once he was out in the parking lot, he kept his gaze casted down until he made it to his truck, and then he got into the driver’s seat and just sat there for a while. His head was swimming with negative thoughts now that he didn’t have you next to him to keep him grounded, and he felt his body tense up and his eyes burn. But he wasn’t about to cry in the damn hospital parking lot. 

He kept it bottled up as he drove home, and the thought of making this same drive for a second time today, but with you next to him, had him going a little faster. He pulled into the driveway, the sight of the country home making his heart hurt a bit. He loved this place. You loved this place. Or at least you did. 

Tyler sat in the truck for a little while longer before he knew he needed to get his shit together, and then he got out and walked up to the front door. He unlocked it and stepped inside, the house dark and quiet and so unlike how it normally is. The amount of times you and he stepped through that door, laughing or talking or moaning, were countless. He hated coming home by himself to a silent house, and suddenly he couldn’t wait to leave again. 

He flicked the lights on and was met with a somewhat messy living room. The rest of the house wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. On the night of your accident, you and he left the house like this with the full intention to clean it up together the following day, but then you ended up in the hospital, and he never left your side. 

He was glad he decided to come back here and get things in order beforehand, because he would’ve hated for your second first impression of the house to be anything negative. 

Tyler tossed his keys onto the coffee table before picking up the throw pillows and setting them neatly on the couch. He picked up glasses and mugs and carried them to the kitchen, where he spent a good forty five minutes tidying up. He knew he needed to go grocery shopping and stock up on a few more healthy food options, but you would be waking up soon, and that meant that the doctor would be clearing you to go home soon, so he didn’t have time to do that right now. 

He adjusted picture frames and the rug that lined the hallway, and then he was outside the bedroom door, hesitating. There were so many memories in this room, and you didn’t remember any of them. How was just supposed to ignore that and pretend it didn’t matter?

A few more seconds pass before he enters the room, and his heart aches at the unmade bed. Your clothes were scattered on top of it, and Tyler remembered the way you frantically moved around the room a few nights ago as you tried to find a cute outfit to wear to the movies, even though he told you multiple times that everything you wore was cute. 

You left your discarded shirts and jeans on the bed, promising him that you’d put them away when you got home later, but that never happened. 

Tyler was on the verge of breaking down as he folded your shirts and tucked your jeans away in the dresser, then he decided to change the bedding before making it up again. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be sleeping in here much for a while, not knowing if you’d feel comfortable sharing a bed with him when you don’t remember any of the times you and he slept together after prom. But still, he knew you would be sleeping in here, and he wanted the sheets to smell fresh for you. 

Once the room looked damn near spotless, Tyler changed into a white tee and new jeans, then he grabbed his jacket and something for you to wear and left the room again. He paused in the living room to grab his keys, but he couldn’t get his body to move again once he stopped. He was bent over a bit, his keys held tightly in his hand, then he fell back to sit on the couch with a quiet grunt. 

It was too much. All of it.

He hadn’t really given himself a chance to fully process things because he was too preoccupied trying to be strong for the both of you. But he was alone now. He didn’t have to pretend right now. 

His eyes burned as tears gathered in his waterlines, and his shaky hands came up to cover his face as he silently cried in the quiet living room by himself. He’s never felt this low in his entire life. 

You were okay. You were fine. But he wasn’t. 

Tyler felt pathetic, crying like this, but there really wasn’t any other time he could let himself go. He was with you twenty four seven before you lost your memory, and he was going to be with you even more than that now. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he pulled himself together and stood up from the couch. He locked the door behind him again and started the drive back to the hospital, and when he walked through the doors and went up to the front desk, Nurse Karson greeted him with a smile. “Tyler, good to have you back,”

“Thanks,” he forced a smile back and draped his jacket over his arm. “Do you know if she’s awake yet?”

“I think she’s saying goodbye to her parents,” Karson answered. “Doctor James was already in there and gave her the okay to be discharged, and she’s been taken off the IV.” 

Tyler felt a bit relieved at that and he nodded, giving her a much less forced smile. God, he used to be charming, what the hell happened? “Thank you,” he rasped and made his way to your room. He paused in the doorway and watched as your mom and dad gave you tight hugs, and the way you groaned when your mom kissed all over your face before pulling away. 

He moved aside when your parents stepped out into the hall, and your mom pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you again for being there for her through all this. You don’t know how guilty we feel about having to leave again so soon,” she whispered and he just hugged her a bit tighter. “Please, keep us updated. She told us that she would, but you know how she is.”

Tyler laughed quietly as he made eye contact with your dad. “Don’t worry,” he said as he pulled away from the hug. “You know she’s in good hands, mom.”

A quiet sob left your mother’s mouth as she nodded, then gave you a wave from the doorway before hurrying down the hall. Tyler looked at your dad, his eye level around the same height as his, and held his hand out. Your dad scoffed before hugging Tyler almost as tight as your mom did, “I know you’re gonna take good care of her,” he muttered when he pulled away. “You’ll call us if you need anything, right?”

“I will,” Tyler confirmed and they shared one final look before your dad followed after your mom, and Tyler entered your room. You looked worn out already, despite having slept quite a bit during the last couple of days. “Hey.” He greeted you as he moved to stand next to your bed. 

“Hey,” you said back, looking up at him with your pretty smile. 

“How are you feelin’?” He asked and sat next to your knees on the bed.

“I’m good,” you answered, looking a bit more like yourself now that you weren’t attached to an IV. “When I woke up you were gone.”

Tyler gave you a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I wanted to go back home and get some things organized,” he whispered, “I didn’t want to wake you up. And I wanted to give your parents some time with you.”

You gave him a tired smile as you reached for his hand. “I would’ve preferred if you did wake me up,” you teased quietly. “I get to leave soon.”

“I know,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. “I can’t wait to take you home.”

You smile and look down at your joined hands. “Is our house nice?”

“Well, you helped pick it out, so it’s pretty perfect,” he laughed and a blush took over your face. “I spent most of my mornin’ cleanin’ it and makin’ sure it’s ready for you.”

You gave him a look of guilt. “Ty, you didn’t have to do all that,” 

Tyler brushed off your words and sat back on the bed. “‘Course I did. I want you to be comfortable there and not come home to a messy house,” he murmured, tracing his thumb along your knuckles. “Goin’ back home without you, though…that was pretty damn rough. It felt downright depressing.” 

You press your lips together and close your eyes. “It’s going to be different,” you hesitantly whisper. “I’m not going to be used to anything there…I won’t know my way around.”

Tyler nods, though you can’t see him do it. “I know,” he mumbled. “I know it will, but I’m gonna be there with you every step of the way. We’ll take things slowly, okay?”

You nodded and gave him a tight smile. “Okay,”

Afterwards, Nurse Karson came in and helped you get dressed in your comfy clothes that Tyler had brought for you while he went and signed a few papers, one of them being your hospital bill. “Thank you,” Dr. James smiled when Tyler handed him the folder, and he slid it under his arm as he gave Tyler a somewhat stern look. “Now that she can go home, it’s important to not rush things. It might be hard not to, since the familiar environment seems like a great way to speed up the process, but it might just end up making it worse.” 

Tyler nodded as he leaned back against the wall. “What about any medication? Do we need to stop by a drug store on the way home?”

“No, I’ll send her off with some pain killers. She’ll need to take them twice a day until they’re gone,” he answered. “She’ll also need to come back within the next few weeks to have her stitches removed, but I’ll have someone call you beforehand.”

Dr. James looked hesitant for a few seconds before he dropped his voice a bit and continued, 

“She might be more tired than normal for the next few days as she adjusts to her surroundings, and the medication will definitely play a big factor in that as well,” he told him. “Take it easy with her and make sure she is okay before introducing things to her. The last thing we want is a setback so early on.”

Tyler swallowed harshly and blew out a huff of air. “Alright,” he mumbled and crossed his arms. “And you have no idea when or if her memory will fully return?”

“It’s hard to say,” James gave him a pitiful smile, and Tyler was glad they were past the point of forcing fake smiles now. “Everyone’s brains function differently and recovery times can vary. I’d say a few months, maybe even a few weeks if she’s already showing progress this early on in her recovery. But it’s good to be prepared that it may take even longer than that. I’m talking years.”

Tyler tensed up at that, but he pushed his emotions aside for now. “I understand,” he didn’t, but it didn’t matter. 

“It can be overwhelming to deal with something like this, so make sure you’re still looking after yourself,” the doctor concluded and smiled at Tyler. “You have our contact information, so don’t hesitate to reach out with any questions or concerns.”

“Will do,” Tyler said quietly and that’s when Nurse Karson walked out of your room with her arm locked tightly with yours. He realized this was the first time he’d seen you out of that bed since you got here, and he knew your body was probably really weak right now. 

You looked so cute in your sweats and tee, but now was not the time for him to be complimenting you on the outfit you had no say in, so he just kept his mouth shut as he held his arm out to you. 

James looked over at you with a smile as you leaned on the nurse for support while you reached for Tyler. “Remember, patience. Take this at your own pace, alright? I have no doubt you’ll be just fine with this guy by your side,”

Your face flushed as Tyler held you protectively against his side, and you nodded. “Okay. Thank you, both of you, for everything,” you looked between the nurse and doctor with a grateful smile, but both of them just waved you off. 

“I packed up what was in her room for you. And her medication is in there as well,” Nurse Karson smiled and held out the bag Lilly brought for him a few days ago, and he took it from her with a nod. 

“Thanks for that,” he said and held it on his other arm. “I appreciate both of you for all you’ve done for her. Thank you so much.”

“It’s our pleasure. Once she’s settled, you can go ahead and take the bandage off and let the stitches breathe a bit. It’ll be easier to monitor once she’s resting at home. I wish you both the best in your recovery,” Dr. James grinned before he and Nurse Karson walked back towards the nurse’s station, leaving Tyler alone with you in the hall. 

He looked down at you with a tired smile on his lips. “You ready to go home?”

“Yes,” you whispered and he let you put most of your body weight on him as he guided you towards the exit. Leaving the hospital with you this time felt a bit better, but his heart still felt heavy. Sure, you were alive and on the road to recovery, but you weren’t the version of you he fell in love with. That version of you got left behind on that sidewalk, and he had no idea if she was ever going to come back, but it didn’t matter. 

He was out of his mind in love with you, and nothing would change that. 

Tyler carelessly threw the bag into the backseat, forgetting that his IPad was in there, and opened the passenger side door for you, his hands steadying you as you swayed a bit. “Take your time, okay?” He mumbled as you looked up at him. “Lean on me if you need to.”

You nod and grip his arms tightly, “My hero,”

“Always, baby,” he laughed quietly as he held you against his chest. “You okay?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of his jacket as you kept yourself close to him. It was as if you were craving physical contact as much as he was. “I’m good,” you whispered and Tyler felt a bit weak in the knees from having you in his arms without the edge of a hospital bed poking him. 

He lifted his hand to your head and tucked your hair behind your ear, fighting the natural urge to kiss you senseless. “Good. Let’s get you home,” he murmured close to your ear as you hugged him back and nodded. 

“Okay,”

Tyler helped you up onto the passenger seat before getting in on the driver’s side, and he casted one more look at you before pulling out of the parking space and beginning the drive home. 

He kept the radio off and casually glanced at you every so often, a small grin on his lips as he saw the way you were trying to take in all the weird parts and buttons he’d had installed on the inside of his truck, specifically for storm chasing. He wouldn’t bring up what any of them did until you asked him to, so he just kept quiet and let you observe more before your gaze eventually drifted towards the window. 

You looked out at the fields and farmhouses for most of the ride, and when he turned onto the road you lived on, Tyler brought your attention back to him. “We’re almost home,” 

A tired smile formed on your lips as you looked over at him. “Tell me your favorite memory of us,” you softly requested and Tyler felt his heart swell a bit.

Countless memories flashed through his mind as he looked forward and cleared his throat. “Just one, huh?” He laughed. “That’s tough, I have so many. But I like thinkin’ about that one year we went on a roadtrip through the countryside. Do you remember that?”

The guilty look you gave him told him all he needed to know, and he nodded before looking back at the road. 

“You don’t,”

“I’m sorry,”

Tyler shook his head and felt a smile tugging at his mouth. “Don’t be sorry, babe, it’s fine,” he mumbled. “It was a few years after we got together. I was drivin’ and you were singin’ along to this terrible song on the radio. You can’t sing, by the way.”

You let out an offended laugh and reach over to lightly slap his arm, and he just smirked a bit. 

“It’s true,” he grunted. “You were being your ridiculous, cute self and I fell even harder for you. Then I stopped at a gas station and you ran in and bought me a keychain that was in the shape of a rabbit and told me it was a reminder of our first date. You beat me at all the carnival games and won a stuffed bunny, and you wanted me to always have somethin’ to remember that by, so you gave me that keychain.”

Your smile grew as you laughed. “Do you still have it?”

“‘Course I do,” Tyler scoffed and pointed to his keys. The rabbit keychain hadn’t been removed from them since you bought it for him, and he had no plans on ever removing it. 

You blushed and turned away. “God, I’m sappy, huh? How do you put up with me?”

“Easily,” he answered. “Sappy, cheesy, overly romantic, that’s all you, baby. But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You always said I cared too much when we were in high school,” you reminisced quietly and Tyler hummed in agreement. 

“That’s because you did. You used to make a big fuss over me every time I got a cut or a scrape. You said I was too reckless and needed to be more careful, all while pullin’ out the antiseptic spray as if I’d lost a finger,” 

“Yeah, well, you were reckless,” you shrugged. “You still are, apparently, since you told me you still chase storms.”

Tyler shook his head as he saw the house come into view in the distance. “Hey, you do that with me,”

You looked over at him and he watched a look of realization crossed your face. “Oh. Right,”

Tyler pulled into the driveway after that and looked over at you and saw the way your eyes lit up in the same way they did when you and he were just looking at this place and hadn’t actually bought it yet. “It’s pretty,” you murmured and sat up in the seat.

He didn’t take his eyes off you as he unbuckled his seatbelt, then did the same to yours. “Yeah it is,” he said quietly and you looked over at him. “Ready to see inside?”

-

Sorry for the shortish chapter, I am currently going through it rn

[topoillogical]

Today I am angry about tampon applicators.

I LOVE tampons. They let me sleep in fucking peace, and swim, and many other things. But I only started using them this year. Now, I'm a plus-size woman. I will tell you how I used to sleep on my period (gross anatomy talk incoming):

Step 1: Get a pair of large underwear that fully cover you, and apply either an extra long super heavy overnight pad, or 2 regular overnight pads (one in the normal spot, one sideways along the back of your underwear to make a diaper-like extension, a T-shape of pads)

Step 2: Stuff one wad of toilet paper between your labia majora, and one wad between your butt cheeks (if I neglect this step, the buttcrack acts as a perfect river for menstrual blood and spits it out just under my damn tailbone)

Step 3: Put on a second pair of underwear that are slightly too small (these wouldn't give enough coverage for the pad, but without them the large underwear dont stay in place, tight to the body)

Step 4: Put on a pair of tight shorts

This is what I had to do to avoid leaking. It was a constant struggle, and I hated myself and my life every time I got my period. Sometimes I leaked anyway. Almost every sheet I own is stained and I was stuck with so much fear every time I stayed at a friend's house or hotel. Because there would be just.... blood everywhere. I have such a giant ass.

I TRIED to use tampons. But I could never get them right. I struggled so hard to get them in and they never sat comfortably. I felt humiliated around the ages of 13 - 16 because I couldn't do the things my friends did when I would get my period, I felt like a stupid failure for not being able to use a tampon like everyone else

Hey, PSA? Turns out I NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH TAMPONS. It was those damn plastic applicators! They're confusing, hard to maneuver, and hard to use to get the placing right. On a whim I tried this year to use an "eco friendly" tampon with no applicator and my mind was BLOWN.

It's the easiest thing in the world, you just push it in! Why did I spend so long trying with the stupid plastic shit? Get those contraptions away from my genitals!!!!

Idk, I do feel kinda angry. I think that we need to teach young girls that not only do no applicator tampons exist, but that HEY, YOU MIGHT FIND THIS EASIER!

Nobody ever suggested to me that it could be the applicator that was my issue. I struggled in ignorance for 10 years.

[lunarmaden]

heya ✌️ i'm tav / fable, i'm 23 years old, my timezone is est, i've been in the rpc for ~10 years, and you could pour soup in my lap and i'd probably apologize to you. if the way these are worded makes me sound a little harsh, it isn't meant to come off that way!! i've just been in the rpc for too long to be vague or lenient. that said, a few rapid-fire rules before we get into the lengthier ones that actually need explaining:

— don't follow me if you're any sort of phobic towards any group of people. — mun =/= muse, i don't condone everything my muses do, you get the drill. — vagueposting / guiltposting is an instant block from me. it's not cute. we're all adults here, let's communicate and act like it. — don't rush me for replies, period. rushing me for a thread at all will result in me flat out dropping it.

[ 1 ] for blogs that i can’t see myself interacting with, i will soft block you to keep my followers clean. personal blogs will be hard blocked immediately unless a sideblog is attached to it and i can easily see that your personal blog is a hub. note that it will take me a little while sometimes to decide if i want to follow back. give me a few days at a minimum. do not unfollow and follow again and again to get my attention. i will just hard block you and call it a day.

[ 2 ] i'm neutral on callouts. if i see them and think the proof provided in it is actually valid, then i'll reblog it under my psa tag and leave it at that, no further discussion. it will not go under "drama tw" or anything of the sort, because if it's serious enough, it isn't petty drama. it's a genuine warning passed to other members of the community so they can make their own opinions about. that said, i also believe people can change. if there is proof of that, then i see no reason to hold past mistakes over someone's head.

[ 3 ] i will only write with 18+ muns. if you follow me and are a minor or your age is not listed clearly on your blog, i will soft block you immediately. do not lie to me about your age, you will be hard blocked if i find out.

on a similar but less serious note, i also don't follow if i can't immediately see an alias. just...kinda wanna know who i'm following, is all.

[ 4 ] i get that plotting is kinda important for some people!! however, rarely will i ever fully plot a thread, and i heavily prefer using memes to interact. now, plotting for the general vibe of the thread and dynamic between characters? absolutely!! but frankly, if i relied on completely plotting threads, i'd kill my creativity and get even less done than i already do. i'm here for a fun time, not a stressful and / or long time, so please be aware.

[ 5 ] speaking of relying on memes, send me several at a time! you're probably more likely to get a response if you give me variety to work with. if i get a meme i don't think i can work with, i'll probably send several back to you to make up for it. just so things don't feel lopsided or something.

[ 6 ] i am 23 and valynn is an adult ( even though elven ages are... a little weird ), so nsfw content is likely to show up here in some capacity. when it does, it'll be tagged as "nsfw //" ( or "suggestive //" if it's only implied ). however, i'm likely only going to write those topics with people i'm close to.

[ 7 ] anon hate is cringe, so if you send it, it won't get a response from me unless it's to make fun of you. at this point i expect most of us to know not to answer it seriously otherwise the sender is just being encouraged, so if i keep seeing it being answered / talked about on the dash ( unless it's being poked fun at ), i'm probably just going to soft block for my sake because. y'know, you didn't wanna get the negativity, i don't wanna see that negativity, etcetera.

on that note, untagged negativity will also lead to me unfollowing. untagged posts in general will lead to me unfollowing if it's a frequent thing, honestly.

[ 8 ] with how difficult tumblr has made it as of late to properly source things, i have become significantly more lenient when it comes to people reblogging memes and musings from me, as long as it isn't like several posts in a row. that said, i expect this understanding to be mutual. i'll always try to reblog from the source if i can, but if not, it'll just have to come from whoever slapped it on the dash.

[ 9 ] if you need something tagged, tell me! i’ll do my best to remember to tag what i need to, but please remind me if i happen to forget. the system i use is just "trigger //". now, if you use fancy tags for nsfw posts or posts that otherwise need a trigger warning and refuse to adjust if confronted about it, that's getting a hard block. it isn't difficult to be respectful of what people need tagged. the refusal to do so for your aesthetic is kinda fucked.

as for what i need tagged, all i ask is that visuals of sunflowers are tagged appropriately. i would also appreciate detailed mentions of terminal illness being tagged, specifically cancer, but that's more of a squick than a trigger, so that one is less of a problem.

[ 10 ] obligatory "let's just have fun" rule here. we're all on this hellsite to write our silly little guys, it really isn't that serious. just be decent, and we'll be chill!!

[wonderingnerd]

Okay, so I’ll be doing a different thing and I won’t be responding to this poll and instead doing a whole response to it bc I just couldn’t decide what to answer and I thought maybe the tags wouldn’t be enough

Let’s say my period is consistent. It mostly is anyways, unless I’m spending a lot of time with someone who isn’t getting their period for some reason. Are you in you on menopause? First of all, I envy you, second, my period will go to shit. I think my uterus will get so jealous from it that it’ll stop working. (When my mom was on her menopause it was hell)

But anyways, let’s say my period is constant. I’ll menstruate every 4 weeks or so. My first period will be ok, I won’t get to feel a lot of changes, my breasts and the rest of my body won’t swell and I won’t get to feel cramps most of the time. If I do feel them, they’ll be easy and will go away fast.

When I menstruate again 4 weeks later, it’ll be hell. My whole body will swell, I’ll get a heavier flow (and my normal flow is already heavy) and the cramps will be awful.

This is my normal and it may happen with you something similar to you, where you have a worst PMS one month then the other, or you feel that your breasts swell only in one month and then the following month this doesn’t repeat. This is normal because we tend to ovulate one ovary at a time, so one month you’ll ovulate from one and the next month you’ll ovulate from the other (some people may not experience this, like my wife that tends to ovulate from both ovaries every month). This can make us feel different during one period than you felt the previous one.

In my case, my right ovary just want to get shit done and be it and my left ovary hates me and wants me dead. How do I know it’s my left ovary that hates me? Well, because one of these terrible months I felt so much pain from my cramps that I felt my ovary hurting. Yeah. The pain was so big that it wasn’t only my uterus hurting and until then I didn’t know ho good it is to not feel my ovary ever.

So this is my educational PSA ig. Thanks if you read it all