#I shoulda posted this ages ago

[mickules]

I cannot express how much I love this lil glowy guy, superbly made by @minimechacowboy

He has taken pride of place on the bag I take to airports next to my treasured Vegeta Eating Castella Cake so I can spot the git on the carousel from a strategic distance.

I imagine it'd be pretty easy to convince Taka to do quite a lot as long as you can spin it as for 'School Morale'

[kingzombear]

Welcome Home OC Comic Commission 💘

1 of 2 cute lil comic commissions of @qrowholic 's precious Welcome Home ocs! These lovely gals are so so so in love <3

Full comic page:

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

One day I will cry long enough to make you feel so sorry for me you will write that meta about heteronormativity of marines

aw, you don’t have to cry! asking nicely is all it takes.

so, when i say the marines are a rigid, heteronormative institution, what do i mean by that?

they work in the service of a heteronormative government and society—the world government, and the world nobles, who consider themselves superior to the rest of the world because of their bloodlines

they have heteronormative values—among them strictly defined gender roles and prioritizing relationships based in blood/deprioritizing all others

they use those values to dictate how the ‘civilized’ world should behave and assume that everyone shares those values, marking those who do not as uncivilized, criminal, and rebellious

more details below the cut.

any kind of royalty or nobility that defines itself as superior to the masses because of their bloodline, ancestors, etc. is going to be particular about having proof of that blood connection. if you think your blood makes you better, you better have documentation of it, family trees going back eight hundred years so no latecomers can doubt your importance.

they’re also going to care deeply about the “sanctity of marriage”—not because it’s actually sacred, but because if wives are cheating on their husbands then you can’t trust your family tree. and if your family tree is a lie, then maybe you aren’t actually superior to all of those dirty, common masses. the horror!

lastly, they have to care deeply about children. because, until someone develops some kind of immortality elixir, the only way to keep your very important family going (and it has to keep going, or what’s the point of any of this?) is to have children. and you’re going to prioritize biological children over any other, because if the child doesn’t have your blood, they aren’t really superior to the masses.

(the exception: note that the child sabo’s parents adopt when he runs away is chosen for his aptitude in school and his higher status biological family. bringing fresh blood into your family that improves your status is always beneficial, whether it’s through marriage or adoption.)

so. special bloodlines, preserved by marriages that produce biological children. until someone develops alternate methods of reproduction—which is not out of the question in one piece—all of that requires heterosexual relationships. they have to be the priority, in order for the superior bloodlines to persist.

thus, the prioritization and normalization of heterosexuality by the world nobles—and therefore the world government that serves them—and therefore the marines that serve them.

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what about those heteronormative values?

well, look at female marines. there aren’t many of them; even if you’re only thinking about named marines, women are outnumbered nearly ten to one. and the unnamed background guys are always guys, so actually it’s an even greater disparity. why? because a woman’s place is in the home. she should be a homemaker and mother, because continuing the family line is the point of a woman, according to the nobility’s heteronormative view of the world. going against that is to set yourself up for a struggle. and a number of these ladies do struggle.

bell-mère had to leave the marines to keep her kids, taking on a job with a highly variable income that left her nearly starving at times; men in the marines have no such trouble, though whether that’s because of narratively invisible wives or these men not caring if they raise their children well is unclear.

tashigi has an enormous complex over being treated differently because she’s a woman, and it’s not a complex that comes out of nowhere—she is treated differently. most of her opponents beat her easily and then let her live for no good reason; as a captain she’s idolized, not respected, by her crew.

then there’s characters like hina and tsuru, whose presence high up in the military structure is acceptable because they have powers that put their opponents into submissive, humiliating positions. you don’t see a female marine with one of those elemental devil fruits; no, they have to have a fruit with a power play component to it. because god forbid women hold positions of power if they don’t have a bit of a dominatrix energy to them. (actually it’s because they’re being subversive in service to the state and the status quo, which makes them acceptably quirky rather than rebellious, not unlike members of SWORD, or our single female warlord.)

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and then there’s the prioritization of bloodlines.

we see that value most clearly in the paramount war, where ace is executed not because he’s the second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, not because of any crimes he’s committed, but because of who his father is. a man who died long before ace was born, a man ace hates because of the awful opinion the civilized world has of him (and therefore his kin), a man who had no influence on ace in any way but blood. that’s enough reason to kill a man, by the marines’ logic.

and the man ace does call father, who embraced ace and gave him a loving family? well, that man, as far as the marines are concerned, only took ace in to put him on the throne of the pirate king, making himself the power behind the throne. (because naturally a king’s son should inherit his throne! never mind that whitebeard’s power far outstrips ace’s—surely pirates would only bow down before their king’s rightful, blood heir—and the marines can’t allow for the pirates to unify under one man’s leadership like that.) to the marines, ace only has value as roger’s heir, and so they expect that to be all the value he has to anyone.

and this backfires on them. the betrayal from within the whitebeard fleet (which the marines orchestrated) operates on the assumption that whitebeard will prioritize ace over the rest of his fleet. but all of the whitebeard pirates are his children, and he makes that clear when he gives them an out, allowing them to abandon him to his death if they so choose. the marines wanted to show the world that even this benevolent father figure of a pirate captain was a monster deep down, but they couldn’t pull it off. they don’t believe whitebeard is sincere in his affections for his ‘sons,’ and that costs them the narrative they wanted for the paramount war.

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there’s also this one-off line that i rediscovered while rereading impel down/marineford to prep for this post, which in retrospect explains garp’s manic insistence on his grandson becoming a marine.

in chapter 530, hearing that luffy’s broken into impel down, sengoku shouts, “if you weren’t called ‘the navy’s hero,’ i’d make you pay for the sins of your entire family, garp!” as a counterpart to it being just and lawful to kill people for the crime of being related to a sufficiently dangerous criminal, garp and others like him believe that if you serve the state well enough, you can be forgiven for the crime of being related to a criminal.

if luffy (and ace) had just become a marine, garp thinks, then the identity of luffy’s father wouldn’t matter.

which strikes me as very naive. of course it would still matter; blood is the only thing that matters to these people.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

I love you local small business owners and artisans

[struungout]

been sitting on a luts model delf body and a pair of jointed hands from dikadoll for months (for a year in the body’s case) and have been bumping their threads on DoA everyday with no bites and resharing them on instagram with no bites, and finally posted them on some facebook groups and get someone messaging me questions about the hands within the first hour of posting.

/flop

[jeridandridge]

For Lovers At Night conclusion

A conversation with Joe takes place and you evaluate your relationship with Melissa. CW: Homophobic slur, brief violence. No editing. We write and post like affection starved bitches.

“Oh for fucks sake.” You roll your eyes tossing a black trash bag in the dumpster. You truly didn’t have time to deal with a fake macho, butthurt man.

Joe gets closer and comes up standing now a few feet away.

“You the one that’s been fucking my wife?”

There is a hint of anger in his voice, but watching vigilantly you see his hands flat in his pockets, nothing to be hidden there.

“Well bud, someone has to.” You shrug mirroring his stance not shying away from making direct eye contact. Looking at him you suppose you could see hints of a once good looking man. He still had some muscle but it was evident the years of drinking were catching up with him if the beer gut and puffy cheeks were any indication. “I’m really not in the mood for this so can you get off my property?”

“You got some set of balls you know that?” Joe scoffs. “What’s a young girl like you wanting a woman Melissa’s age anyway?”

Cocking your head to the side you size the man up, quirking a brow. “I’m not blind or stupid, so I can see what an amazing person she is and I know how to treat her right.”

“Hey, I know how to treat a woman.” He steps forward towards you.

“Yeah? Then why cheat on a woman to fuck around with girls that could be your kid, huh?” You challenge.

“It ain’t my fault she wouldn’t put out. I shoulda known she was a dyke a long time ago.”

You can’t help but laugh. Looking at the guy in front of you, you see not a man but a toddler throwing a tantrum over a toy he doesn’t get to play with anymore. This Joe doesn’t like.

“The fuck are you laughing at?” He lets out getting right in your face. Not phased by the closeness and possible danger, you tip your chin up as you lift your hands pushing him back by his shoulders. Not paying attention to anything else around you, you dont see Melissa’s truck pull up or hear the door slam.

Getting out of her truck Melissa rushes over bumping into people along the sidewalk to get to you worried you’ll be hurt.

“Back the fuck up before you get hurt, little man.”

Joe all but growls getting in your space again, bloodshot eyes meeting your own.

“You can have her, hot shot. She’s useless dead weight now that I got her good years. Maybe she can help you clean up this dump after it burns down.”

“Hey!” Melissa calls out getting to you just as you take a swing.

Adrenalin running through you at the sound of his insults and threat you give a wicked smile as you cock your fist swinging it up right under Joes chin sending him right to the ground.

When Joe hits the pavement a wave of lavender hits your nose and arms warp around your front holding your arms down keeping your now throbbing hand in place.

“Watch your mouth and get off my fucking property.” You spit at Joe as other people on the street now pay attention to your little corner of the block.

“Amore! Stop.” Melissa urges looking you over as if you’re not okay. She realizes the pang of desire that hits her from seeing you defend her like that.

“Cmon, let’s go inside. Shows over!”

You call out to the small crowd of people as you go to the steps wrapping your arm around the redhead.

“Hold on,” Melissa hums breaking away to go over to a woozy, confused Joe sitting on the sidewalk holding his face.

“Mel-“ you begin to argue, only to stop and watch the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Melly?” The sad man grumbles out.

Kneeling down Melissa reaches out roughly grabbing the defeated man by his now bruising chin making him wince.

“If you ever go near her again,” she warns in an eerily low tone as he yelps at the feeling of her fingers squeezing the injured area, “the last thing you’re ever gonna see is my face. Got it?”

Joe winces looking at the redhead. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Letting go with a rough shove Melissa stands up leaving her soon to be ex husband on the pavement to wallow and take care of his bruised ego and skin.

“That was hot.” You joke trying to break the tense air as you two go up to your apartment. It wasnt a lie at all, but you would behave for now.

Melissa shakes her head carefully taking your now angry and puffy hand in hers looking it over. “I can’t believe you did that. Sit, let me take care of that.”

Getting the door open with your good hand you let out a sigh trying to cool down going over to the dining table, red and purple knuckles facing upward making you wince. “I’m not letting anyone especially a man like that talk about you that way. We both know he had it coming.”

Melissa moves around your kitchen putting ice in a dish towel before coming over to sit beside you. “No ones ever done anything like that for me before besides my family.”

“I’d do it again in a second even though I know you can handle yourself.” You keep your eyes on the redhead, a softness spreading through you when you see the concerned look on her face while she tends to her hand. Having finally met Joe, you understood why Melissa felt the way she did in her marriage.

“Well hon, it looks like I don’t have to no matter how stupid that was for you to do. You coulda gotten hurt,” A proud smirk spreads across her lips despite her trying to be mad.

With her eyes cast down on the towel you gently reach over tipping her chin up with your finger to meet her eyes. Having her this close again after the day you’ve had, you can’t see this previous plan of taking things slow to fruition.

Leaning over to the side of the table where Melissa sits you meet warm jade eyes as you brush your lips against hers. Melissa melts into this kiss, her arms immediately going around your neck as a whine travels up her throat in an emotional relief. Tracing her bottom lip with your tongue the redhead gently pulls back keeping her arms around your neck. She meets your eyes searching for any regret or hesitation.

“Fuck taking things slow.” You hum leaning in for another kiss, this time wrapping your arms around her waist to bring her closer to you.

And that’s all Melissa needs. Nothing is rushed or frantic in the kiss. You both move in a fluid motion like a wave crashing to the shoreline; natural and right like you’ve done it a million times before as you pull her up and walk her back to your kitchen island. Your strides are slow and steady as you two move, almost like a dance as your hands glide up Melissa’s back to red curls.

Breaking the kiss with a shaky breath you peck her lips once more as you feel warm hands cup your cheeks. Melissa looks at you with a soft smile, lip gloss now completely gone.

Still catching your breath you lean forward to close the small space between you kissing the tip of her nose with a wide grin.

“Amore mio.” Melissa whispers wrapping her arms around your neck once more, eyes glassing over with tears.

Standing there in the little bubble you’ve created with her the Italian phrase that you can piece together sends a spark of joy through your chest.

“Every time you call me Amore,” you grin resting your hands on her ass, “it’s like fireworks go off in my chest.”

“That’s how I feel when I’m with you. You brought me back.” She smiles with watery eyes. “And my nana already likes you.” She laughs through a sniffle.

“Yeah? Well Im in love her grand-daughter so that has to give me some points.” You tease keeping your eyes on her the whole time, your stomach flipping at the admission.

Melissa lets out a giddy giggle cupping your cheeks again. “You love me?”

“So much, Mel.” You smile bringing her hands to your lips. The moment she walked into your bar you were intrigued by the mysterious woman, the moment you spoke to her you knew you would do your best to keep her around.

Putting her hands on your shoulders she tips her chin up with a smirk walking you backwards to your bed across the large studio apartment. When the back of your legs hit the mattress you let out a laugh landing on your elbows as Melissa moves to straddle your lap.

Bending over Melissa meets your lips in a hungry kiss sucking in a breath through her nose. Your hands roam her frame again, cataloguing every spot that makes her react. She breaks the kiss first, immediately lifting the hem of your shirt. Wincing lightly as you pull your injured hand out of the fabric Melissa slows down bringing the injured hand to her lips lightly kissing each bruised knuckle.

“I love you, bambina.”

“Is that baby?” Your face breaks out into a grin at her words.

“Yeah,” she laughs meeting your lips again as she unclasps your bra gliding her fingers down your arms.

“Oh you’re cute,” you tease putting your hands on her hips rolling the both of you over so Melissa is now on her back. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” You whisper unbuttoning her pants.

From that moment on you keep your eyes on the redhead only glancing away to pull clothing off. Clothing gone on you both with a few minutes of giggles and fumbling you prop yourself up hovering over the redhead keeping eye contact as you rub your fingers in slow circles over her clit.

“More, Tesoro.” She gasps against your lips keeping her fingers in your hair.

In a kiss that shows her exactly how you feel, you keep your fingers moving drawing whines and cries from the redhead. Not wanting to miss a second of her reactions you keep your eyes locked on her with a satisfied grin. You had done this with many people before, but you had never wanted to see their every reaction. This time, you’re in love and you’re loved back.

Hours later lying between Melissa’s legs resting your head on the soft skin of her stomach, your fingers absentmindedly move up and down her thigh as she plays with your hair.

Thinking about everything you two have gone through together already, you can’t help but smirk. “Mel?”

The redhead lets out a tired hum in response.

“You still wanna go to that Phillies game with me?” You ask not moving from the comfort and warmth of her body.

Melissa grins carding her nails through your hair. “I’d love that, hon.”

Lifting your head you move kissing up her body playfully tickling her sides. “Come shower with me?”

“That’s a good idea.” Melissa laughs as she squirms away, pulling you up by your good hand.

In the bathroom as the shower heats up you find clothes for you both settling on big tshirts and shorts knowing if you don’t you two will be up all night.

“I can bring these back to you tomorrow.” Melissa nods to the clothes.

“Keep em. You look good in my clothes,” you chuckle. “You’re staying the night right?” You ask hopefully, knowing she has to work tomorrow.

“Hell yeah. I haven’t gotten my fix of you yet.” She smiles hugging you from behind.

Chuckling you reach around for her arm as you step in the shower. Adjusting the spray so it hits both of you, you gently rub your girlfriends back thinking about the day.

“It took everything in me to not text you good morning today you know. Then, when I saw you at the cafe I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

“I’m sorry I lied.” She whispers.

“No, don’t do that.” You shake your head. “We already talked about it and I’m sticking right here with you through everything. That’s all.” You shrug.

Melissa gives you a soft smile knowing just by your simple actions since you met that she’s safe and won’t be hurt by you. After a quick and well behaved shower, you get dressed and move to strip your bed of your now soiled sheets putting fresh ones on.

“Baby, what time am I setting the alarm for?” You ask as the redhead sits on the side of your bed putting her hair up.

“Five thirty.” She hums climbing in curling into your side. As you two lay together Melissa lets out a content sigh knowing that she doesn’t have to pretend anymore. She can have this with you as much as she wants.

Turning to your side to face the woman you wrap your arm around her waist giving her a tired smile. “I’ll make the coffee in the morning.”

Cuddled together Melissa lifts her ring clad hand up gently brushing her thumb over your bottom lip.

“Say it one more time.”

Letting out a laugh you lean in chasing her lips for a soft kiss.

“I love you,” you hum kissing each of her cheeks, “I love you,” in between kisses to the corners of her mouth, “I love you.” You hum once more kissing her nose which you’ve come to love doing because it makes Melissa scrunch.

And that’s all Melissa needs.

In the morning you’re the first to move when the alarm sounds, hitting the offending device you turn back over seeing a groggy Melissa stretch out with a smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she lets out in a scratchy voice.

“I’ll start the coffee.” You yawn getting up.

It doesn’t take long for Melissa to get up and ready, putting her clothes from the day before back on from the fabric littered on the floor.

In the kitchen you make enough coffee for a big blue travel mug you have, making it just how Melissa likes it. Stirring it you grin when you feel her arms wrap around you and her chin on your shoulder. “Walk me out?”

“Of course, honey.”

Coffee in hand with shoes on and all belongings gathered you walk Melissa out to her truck opening the door for her.

“Text me when you make it to work?” You ask as her arms snake around your neck giving you extra warmth in the cool morning air.

“I’ll text ya, Amore.” She smiles kissing you softly once more before she pulls away to climb into the truck.

“Drive safe.”

Looking over your shoulder to check for traffic you step back watching the truck pull off and head down the road. As your girlfriend goes you can’t help but grin.

Going back up to your apartment you stay up with the sun smiling into your own coffee mug when your screen lights up with a text from Melissa making you laugh.

My pops told me I’m not invited back to family dinner until Nana meets you. What kinda hold do you got on the Schemmenti women, Amore?

[wall-eye]

Ah! One! This is very exciting yall!! I'll probably reopen them in like a week or two but if you want some now ! be quick apperently !

Do you play dnd or other such roleplay games over discord? Do you want to get a holiday gift for your party but only have 50 bucks to spend? Do you all use 👀 a lot, or use memes to otherwise communicate? Do you want to see your blorbos in casual conversation constantly?

Commission me over on Ko-fi! 5 character based emojis, based on your characters, for $50! More examples in my gallery there!

reblogs appreciated!

[cute-emo-boi]

Idk if anyone would remember me but I used to run a decently large mogai/ queer centric discord server called Cringe Culture Reclaimed. I think I went by the name Crim or Crimson if that sparks anyone's memory.

I'm just making this post to come clean about my sudden disappearance (ik I shoulda made this post ages ago shhhhh) and update people on where I am now with queer stuff and stances and all that.

I started to grow tired of modding CCR and became less and less active since I felt kind of excluded from the community I had made, as my opinions were rapidly changing and I was becoming more and more proship, pro para and pro transid, and feeling forced to ban anyone who was a big 3 paraphile, proship or used any sort of transid label just to keep the community happy.

I'm not blaming anyone in particular, but once you have a big community, you can't just change your opinion on something and expect everyone to go along with it and support it without backlash.

But yeah to update ppl on where I'm at now with my identity and stances and all that, I just ID as queer as in weird to encompass all aspects of my identity. I've also come to the realisation that I'm profiction and a paraphile (anti contact), which I had suppressed since I had been surrounded by antis and felt I wasn't allowed to think for myself. The paraphile part may tie into my queer identity. And well, I just think if someone labels themselves queer, then they're queer. So simply being weird or having a strange non-normative identity can be queer. Including objectum, fictophilia and any other kind of attraction or paraphilia. Including feeling queer about your age, species or anything else. Basically I've become more radqueer aligned, however I am still critical of some aspects of the community. I have my reasons for my beliefs but I don't want to make this post longer than it already is or go off topic, but feel free to ask me abt them

I know this is gonna make some people mad, but I just wanted to be open about where I am now. Post is written poorly but I can't be assed proof reading it at 1:30am lol

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

When Kristin Batykefer fell ill with a headache, sore throat and body aches, the other women in her house baked her cookies, served her homemade vegetable soup and took her four-year-old daughter to the park so she could rest.

“Support system like no other,” Batykefer, 33, wrote on a TikTok post that has since been viewed more than one million times. “Shoulda moved into a mommune a long time ago.”

Batykefer had no idea that her video — and the concept of mommunes, a group of single mothers sharing a house, bills, childcare and support, seen in the US for the past decade or so — would go viral. When last year she split from her husband and lost her job, an old family friend with grown-up children invited her to move into her house in Jacksonville, Florida, while she found her feet. Then Batykefer was contacted by an old college roommate, Tessa Gilder, 32, who was also going through a divorce, with two children, aged five and one. “Tessa was, like, ‘I can’t do it any more.’ I said, ‘Come here. You’ll be welcomed with open arms.’ Originally our plan was we’d get our own place together, but once she arrived we became like a little family unit and it’s just awesome. Our friends said, ‘Stay as long as you guys want.’ ”

The 1960s and 1970s saw the rise of communes where like-minded souls joined together to raise families in capitalism-defying self-sufficiency. In a 21st-century version, more and more women are channelling the age-old spirit of sisterhood to establish mommunes, to tackle the ever-rising cost of living and everyday motherhood grind. “We just help each other out,” Batykefer explains over Zoom. “It’s not ‘You do the dishes, I’ll take out the trash,’ it’s more when we see something needs to be done we just do it. As a mother that’s just what your instincts are. It’s so nice having three minds in a house thinking like that.”

Indeed, as the thousands of comments on Batykefer’s posts make clear, many women in relationships — even happy ones — are envious of her mommune’s roll-up-your-sleeves environment. “There are some comments saying, ‘My husband does all this for me,’ but about 95 per cent say, ‘Wow, how do I get part of this?’ So many are from married women asking, ‘Where do I drop my husband off? I’m joining!’ ” Batykefer says, laughing. “It resonates because there are so many what we call ‘single married women’ out there who are not getting the kind of help with the physical, mental and emotional labour of being a parent that we have. I definitely didn’t get this support in my marriage, it all fell on me. If I was sick, I still had to cook for us and make sure my daughter was fed and taken care of and entertained.”

Batykefer, who before her break-up was documenting on TikTok her family’s itinerant life on a renovated bus, is also revelling in living in an environment free of marital bickering. “Whenever I would be driving our bus when I was married, it was such a stressful, anxiety-inducing experience because of the negative energy, but I’ve just been on a bus trip with a girlfriend, driving the whole time, and it was so peaceful and amazing.”

There are 2.5 million single-mother families in the UK, according to the Office for National Statistics, a figure that has more than tripled since the 1970s, as the stigma about divorce has decreased and women have gained more financial independence. But several international studies show that single mothers are at greater risk of physical and mental health disorders compared with their married counterparts, mainly as a result of lack of support — with many women living far away from their extended families.

Financial stresses can also be overwhelming, with a recent marked rise in lone-parent families using food banks or relying on benefits. A report last month by the Institute for Fiscal Studies showed that half of such families are now living in relative poverty.

While there are no official, large-scale mommunes in the UK or US, many single mothers are turning to local mommune groups on platforms such as Facebook (the London branch has 700-plus members) to find others to team up with.

Sara Memba, 34, a restaurant worker from Barcelona who has a one-year-old son, is sharing a house with a friend with four children aged between one and eleven in south London after finding that landlords were reluctant to have her as a tenant. “Many don’t trust single mothers to pay the rent on their own or they think your kid is going to destroy their house,” she says. Memba loves her situation. “We can go to work knowing our children are well cared for and it’s great to find a person with whom to talk and share concerns, joys and different, sometimes contradictory, emotions. It’s fun for the children too — they have more playmates and adventures.”

In an ideal world she’d love to see flats built specifically for single mothers. “There’d be common areas and spaces adapted for children to facilitate socialisation between neighbours. It would make a very difficult experience so much easier.”

The author Janet Hoggarth, from East Dulwich, south London — whose latest novel is Us Two — struggled after her divorce from her husband of 11 years, when she was left to bring up her three children, aged five, three and one. When she discovered that her friend Vicki Hillman, who had a newborn, had split from her fiancé, she invited her to move into her attic bedroom. Another single mother of two who lived around the corner frequently joined them in the evenings and stayed at weekends.

“I was feeling utterly bereft. I was navigating a divorce that took ages while juggling the kids and we were all feeling quite traumatised. It was so nice to have another adult there who knew how you felt, who could help me fill out forms, talk to lawyers and bounce ideas off. Plus, when the kids are in bed at night and you’re rolling around the house alone, you have company, which was such a relief because most of my contemporaries were busy with their own families. It stopped my constant feeling of a racing heart and feeling sick in my stomach. It was like a weird miracle drug.”

After two years Hillman moved out because she wanted a bedroom for her daughter but the women are still close friends. “We rubbed along really well without any bitchiness. It was very reassuring, like being in a family, just a different version of it. It really did stop me feeling broken. There’s definitely a different energy in an all-mothers house — there’s no weird bouncing of egos and someone expecting a medal for having wiped down the sides or polishing their halo because they’ve taken the bins out. Everyone just gets on.”

Not all mommunes are so successful. Elizabeth (surname withheld), 34, tried briefly sharing a flat with an old friend in Liverpool, when both had baby daughters. “We thought it would be perfect, but even though we got along well, our babies’ sleeping schedules were completely incompatible, which made it impossible for them to do anything together. I had no child support and had to work crazy hours with a long commute and my baby in a nursery, while she had a generous settlement from her ex and didn’t work. The imbalance made life so much more stressful than it would have been living alone. I felt guilty I couldn’t be around to do more babysitting. I still think mommunes are a brilliant idea, not least because being a single mum is so horribly expensive, but just as with any housemate, you have to find the right person.”

Victoria Benson, chief executive of Gingerbread, a charity for single-parent families that offers local networks for single parents to connect, agrees that mommunes are one “creative solution to a big problem. But we need to see a better welfare system, an increase in flexible work, and more affordable and available childcare that works for all single-parent families.”

Batykefer’s mommune keeps on giving, as demonstrated by the TikToks of her and Gilder enjoying concerts, karaoke and home-spa days together on weekends when their children are with their fathers. Now they’re in discussions about filming a reality show about their set-up, with the hope of bringing in more income but also inspiring more mommunes.

“I just fell into this but it’s such an obvious idea,” Batykefer says. “Women have always helped women. Let’s make it even easier for them.”

[foxgloveprincess]

Secluded Cabin Vacation

Word Count: 660

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes, So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, it’s cold,” you curse, sitting on the couch and holding your arms tight to your chest, bundled in blankets to keep warm. Not even Bucky’s favorite henley can help now.

Out the window, snow falls in soft flurries to rest on the white blanket of the ground. Steve’s out there, gathering firewood or chopping it up or ripping it apart with his bare hands. Either way, he’s not here keeping you toasty—like he should be.

And Bucky? He’s upstairs unpacking and getting the bedroom all ready for you all. With the way he’s rummaging around up there, you’d think he was redecorating the whole place.

When you told them you’d be fine in the cold living room of the cabin, you didn’t think you’d have to wait this long for them to get back to you. Sure, what they were doing was important for your overall stay at this cabin out in the middle of the woods. But you’d finished unpacking the groceries and scoping out the kitchen ages ago.

The back door opens with a bluster of snow. The wind that follows rips right through every layer trying to insulate your body. Steve steps in with an armful of logs and immediately heads to the fireplace.

You can only imagine how pathetic you look when he glances over his shoulder. He pauses and his brow creases with worry.

“Shit, is it really that cold?” he asks, hands fumbling in his haste to light the kindling and get the fire roaring. “Buck!”

As Steve stands and walks over to wrap you in a warm embrace, Bucky strolls down the stairs in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

“What are you wearing?” Steve asks incredulously.

“Well,” Bucky begins to explain, “someone stole my shirt.” He huffs a chuckle and shakes his head.

“Cause it’s freezing bananas!” you retort with a pout on your lips.

Steve responds by drawing you closer and Bucky’s brow pinches.

“Damnit. Doll, you shoulda called for me,” he curses, rushing to your other side and enveloping you with his one arm.

You sigh and sink into them, finally cozy. Sometimes you forget how hot the serum makes them run—your own personal furnaces. But you love every second of it.

As the fire continues to heat the cabin and they press up against you, you begin to sweat until you have to push them away with gentle hands. They scoot away a fraction. Just enough for you to get some cooler air on your skin.

“No frostbite,” you announce lightheartedly before asking, “What was taking you both so long?”

“Wood,” Steve gestures toward the stack by the fireplace, a cagey look sent to your other partner.

“I was preparing a surprise for tonight,” Bucky replies without shame. His lips quirk and he stands from his spot, satisfied that you’re comfortable.

He walks across the room and messes with the vintage record player, browsing through the stack of vinyls before selecting one. The melody drifts through the air and Steve squeezes you tighter, just on the verge of too much but not quite—just how you like it.

“You remember this, Buck?” Steve asks, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Best night of our lives,” Bucky responds.

He offers out his hand to both of you. You both accept, letting his flesh arm surround as much of you as he can before reciprocating with your own embrace.

The three of you sway to the old song, the one that played the night you first met. It’s a little nostalgic, a little bittersweet, and a little perfect.

Your lips begin a lazy trail across exposed slivers of their skin, feeling their heat against you. You sigh once again. Honestly, the only reason you care about the surprise they’ve prepared is because they do. You’re perfectly content right here, right now. Encased by them with their abounding love and your blissful solitude.

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (10/12/23)

pretty good week and season's starting to wrap up as well so gotta start thinking of the final thoughts for the shows ending speaking of, the post in 2 weeks from now will prob be late but I still dunno if I'll be traveling or not so we'll see when the time comes

Anime

Frieren Ep14

great episode like usual, a lot of food for fern x stark people nad lots of funny fern faces too. we'll be entering an exam arc soon, with a billion new charas, but there's still a couple eps before that

Undead Unluck Ep10

good episode, I was hoping they'd do good for ch 20. that was one of the best early chaps. up until there UU wasn't bad, it was a decent battle manga but nothing too impressive, but ch20 showing off how cool juiz is and expanding our understanding of the world, with both the unification of language and addition of a rule, and setting a limit/goal to aim for with avoiding ragnarok on penalty 101, really helped to give the series some bigger stakes and increase interest in it. the next big episode is gonna come after the unrepair arc, by my calculations it's prob gonna be ep 15, after that we got the autumn arc until the end of the anime which will end on a very cool scene that's one of my favs in the whole manga so looking forward to it

Adult Precure Ep10

during this week we found out that the anime was only gonna be 12 episodes, which shoulda been expected but still disappointing there's only 2 left. also all this time I've been waiting for nagisa and honoka to show up too and they never did, despite honoka's grandma having an appearance. that is until now they ACTUALLY did show up and I was losing my gourd, sadly nagisa only had 1 line and this is all we saw of them. they weren't in the pv for the next episode and 12 is the finale so I'm not very hopeful but fingers crossed for them actually showing up more than just this little teaser

Imas Million Live Ep10

good ep, finally giving the payoff for this shizuka's dad subplot that's been going since the start, even if the result was obviously gonna be this, only a couple more eps left but it's been good (expected since it's imas)

Manga

MamaYuyu Ch14

I thought we'd get a few more cooldown chaps after all the recent action but it was straight into more battles at the end of this. we got a bit more lore exposition tho, and the confirmation of what I figured ages ago, that they're getting transported to this world in pairs

My Hero Academia Ch409

great chap with crazy good pages after pages, hori really put his all into it and certainly deserves the week's rest he's getting. seems like we're finally done with AFO too, only the big final deku shigaraki fight left. oh also of note, with chap 410 mha will officially be in the top 10 longest series in the magazine's history, and I think it's safe to say it'll pass number 9 too (421) and I could even see it passing number 8 (435) but not so sure about that

Akane-banashi Ch90

looks like we're finally done with this little pseudo training arc, it was fun seeing the other brother's progress and akane's wild ideas but I'm looking forward to what she's cooking for the big event it's been a while since we've gotten a big akane story

[quiveringdeer]

Attention Minors and folks under 25 tbh:

Yo, what's up. So we all know you can lie about the numbers in your profile--I did it before turning 18 and I'm sure many other now grown folks have to.

That said, I wanna drop some guidelines cause this has just been on my mind a bunch with the way all the big push of "do not interact" signs, blocking, and toxic purity culture resurgence of the past few years.

Please mind the do not interacts of folks I reblog and interact with content of

You've gotta be mindful of the differences between works of fiction and real life but also understand that the more of something you consume, the more it can impact the way you view the world

I post and reblog stuff that is often sexual as well as dark in nature. The intended audience are other adults mid 20s+. The reason I say this is because of research pertaining to the below statement.

Though the brain may be done growing in size, it does not finish developing and maturing until the mid- to late 20s. The front part of the brain, called the prefrontal cortex, is one of the last brain regions to mature. This area is responsible for skills like planning, prioritizing, and controlling impulses. Because these skills are still developing, teens are more likely to engage in risky behaviors without considering the potential results of their decisions.

Some of us are forced to grow up too fast--in a multitude of ways, as cliche and obnoxious as it sounds from an older person, don't be in a rush to grow up too soon. Especially when it comes to sexual things. You're gonna do whatever you're gonna do, but I encourage you to really use the time prior to your mid 20s -hell even beyond- to explore yourself, by yourself.

Gonna level with you I had my first real physically intimate experience with someone when I was 25 and still look back on it that I shoulda waited. I was caught up in "finally getting it over with" and honestly the hype isn't all that. (this may also be my probably aegosexuality havin ass at play here) --Point is, you got time!

Another thing that may make some roll their eyes--You probably think you're hella grown and mature for your age. And you may be right. But I assure you, as you get older you'll look back and realize there is and was, plenty of room left to grow and mature. This goes for 16 -> 18 -> 21 -> 25 -> 30 etc. I'm currently 31 and I can see a big difference in how I think and view the world and myself within it than I did even four years ago. And am constantly learning new things that alter my world view every day.

Digital stuff makes it easy to isolate yourself and for others to isolate you with them. Be mindful of the folks you let get close to you.

Opening up to folks online has always been easier for me, the internet really became big and accessible in the early 2000s when I was still a teen, I was really lucky my many dumb decisions didn't get me hurt physically or mentally. I can't emphasize being cautious and skeptic of people enough.

I'm not a health professional in any sense of the word but I am an educator who mainly works with younger folks and I just wanna be up front with yall. Ask box with anon is open. I'm not promising to be your shoulder to lean on or internet aunty but I do wanna be supportive in the capacity I have.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 1- Part 1

By the way- since Tumblr has a limit on how many images someone can put on a single post, I’ll need to be splitting these updates into multiple parts. No worries, though- I’ll make sure to keep all posts corresponding to specific chapters linked up with each other.

So now, let’s boot up the game! If you wanna download it yourself and give it a try, you can find the download on the official website.

I gotta say, just looking at this title screen with my own eyes is getting me excited already. Starting a new game always does that for me- a fresh new experience, new adventure!

Also can I just say this title screen music goes so hecking hard, like this is a jam, holy crud- 

Okay enough waiting around, let’s actually get this started...

And by that I mean mess around with the control scheme for a moment-

Would it have been easier to just leave the controls at their default? Maybe, but I just prefer using WASD to move around, yell at me in the notes for my setup if it satisfies you.

Ah, and here we are at our character selection! I like the ticket styling here, and from the first look the sprites look good. Though- is that the Gen 3 style of spritework? All tiny like that? I probably shoulda expected that when they said it was “Emerald-styled”, actually-

It also doesn’t look like any of them have a set gender at default, I think? It seems like it’s just split between “black hair, blondie, or white anime hair (affectionate)”- either way, everyone here looks GNC has heck and I love that for all of them. 

Still, none of these really match what I really look like, so…I’ll go with the white-haired one at the end, just to see what happens when I pick them-

Ah, you can pick your gender regardless of which avatar you choose! Neat! I’m gonna look edgy and no one can stop me-

Also, as you can see, my character’s name for this playthrough will be “X”- that’s the name I typically choose for myself when naming characters in games like this, and Reborn will be no different.

Also, you guys can’t hear this because it’s just images, but like- I think this ticketmaster is doing all of this on a typewriter?? Because when all that other stuff (ARR, Seat Number, etc.) was being inputted, the audio was typewriter sounds?? I thought the ticket UI was just for the aesthetic, but- is this station actually that old???

Hello??? Sir??? We have technology, you know that, right????

The old fence post that is your workspace apparently-

You know, I’m a little curious about that myself- why are we going to Reborn City? Is the player character gonna have a backstory of some sort? The regular Pokémon protagonists have backstories, even if it’s usually as simple as “you’ve lived in this town your whole life, you turn a certain age, now take this starter and go forth and fight Trainers to become the very best”, but it’s there still. 

What’s this character’s motivation? Is that something I’ll have to come up with for myself? Audience surrogate taken to the max? Because I can do that, I can work with that-

Ambition- is that our true motivation? Or is that merely the perception of the ancient ticketmaster? Questions to be answered later, I'm sure.

AW YEAH, TRAIN SOUNDS (and the background is doing a moving effect too, but again you can’t see it through the screenshot, alas)

Oh honey we viewed them quite closely not too long ago, I think we’re good-

Nice animation with the train we got going here, interesting to see that multi-colored emblem from the title screen on it…again, implications to be answered later.

Oh? Those are the other avatar characters we could have picked. Are they going to be NPCs or something? You know, like in Gen III with Brendan/May or Gen IV with Lucas/Dawn or Legends Arceus with Rei/Akari?

Also, this BGM for being on the train here slaps, the music is pretty good so far.

Man, lots of white-haired folk around here, who’s this now?

Ah, a recruiter- so the others are more Trainers, like us. Again- are they going to be NPCs since they aren’t the player character? They must have canon names or something, but there’s definitely a lot of them- eh, we’ll just have to see.

Next

[cryptidofthekeys]

Nixon ‘Finch’ Dusk

I only had a few bits to add at the end ....smh I shoulda ALREADY had him posted but either way here’s the sona/oc I talked SO much bout making for the Ministry of Darkness a LONG ass time ago

btw if things seem... outta character well for one i usually wind up diverting canon ...but also ...iiiii havent... watched MoD stuff in a long time so shush

TW: Cult themes and Kidnapping mentions

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| Name: Nixon ‘Finch’ Dusk (not his real name tho it was given to him by the leader himself, this is a sona/oc mix at this point lmao)

| Nicknames: Nix, Finchy, Fin, Dusk, Dusky (Finch is not his actual middle name, its a… Special name let’s just say that, so is ‘Little Finch’ only a certain person can call him that)

| Gender: Trans FTM (He/Him)

| Age: N/A (I’d have to do some math)

| Signature/Finisher: I’m theming him with bats- so his signature is just biting his opponent before knocking them down and then finisher is him going up to the top rope, spreading his arms wide and swooping down onto his opponents) doesn’t have a name bc im not super creative with these lmao

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| Classification: Heavyweight (probs somewhere around 340 to 360 pounds)

| Height: 5’5”

| Species/Race: Human…???

| Eye Color: Electric Purple (the brightest color you’ll see on him tbh also his pupils are slit)

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (spiked quiff)

| Skin Color/Body Type: Extremely pale and chubby

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| Appearance: His main outfit is a black gothic victorian tailcoat, he has a dark purple bowtie and then a dark purple silk shirt underneath the tailcoat, black and dark purple pants (the dark purple is essentially just zippers, despite seeming only there for aesthetic-

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Those are actually pockets just not very deep ones) he wears a wide brimmed dark purple boater hat with a black ribbon around it, there’s various kinds of bats hanging down on all sides of the hat, seems like he attached those himself (it’s basically just jewelry of different bats, vampire bats, flying foxes, etc) and finally he has just normal black wrestling boots with purple laces in em.

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Nix has a purple heart necklace that is held in place by black wings that he cherishes and wears all the time except when wrestling, he places it somewhere safe when he’s fighting so he doesn’t lose it- That necklace seems to be VERY special to him but he won’t say why, he also wears a bat themed necklace and then bat rings

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He has a black cane with a bronze vampire bat atop it (the bat has red glowing eyes and it seems to have some red stains on its teeth, gee I wonder what that could be) he has razor sharp fangs both top and bottom, black and purple claws (short claws so they won’t break as easily)

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Aside from that he has a circle beard, has a buncha scars- mostly from wrestling related injuries, and the final bit I can think of is that he has top surgery scars.

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| Side Facts: Idk I just don’t wanna give him a s e t personality,, I wanna just- do it as things go along ya know? Anyways, uh his relationship with other members of The Ministry- I’ll give that much info-

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So I’ll start off with… Mideon, you’d think Nixon finds him annoying much like the Leader and well… Everyone else tbh but actually… Nix gets along with Mideon fairly well, like they're not SUPER close or anything but Dusk likes Mideon’s company.

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Nix ain’t too fond of The Acolytes, now THEY are the ones he tolerates- and he only does so for the benefit of The Ministry other than that he avoids them as much as he can, wants nothing to do with them, I won’t say he ABSOLUTELY hates them but he’s just not too fond, basically he just dislikes them, they can be assholes. 

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The Brood he absolutely adores! They are very close friends with one another actually, Nix adores Gangrel’s vampiric aesthetic and it seems Gangrel of course loves the bat themed attire Dusk wears, Gangrel has offered Nix some blood and weirdly and grossly enough Nixon took that offer, they have a sorta… ‘tea time’ on the weekends and they’ll sometimes gather and watch cheesy vampire movies and poke fun at them.

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Viscera? Mm, they haven’t gotten many chances to hang out so Nix is unsure but he does seem to show a sense of appreciation for Viscera, there’s a mutual respect amongst one another and Nixon has been saved from The Acolytes being assholes thanks to Viscera many times before and he could never thank the other enough for that, so not friends but also no tension between them, just a mutual respect for one another.

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Paul Bearer… …Ugh, he absolutely DETESTS that man but he is much higher ranking than him, he’s practically the Leader’s right hand man so Nixon doesn’t DARE say anything hateful to the other, he bites his tongue and keeps things to himself but he definitely despises Bearer deep down, that’s the one things him and The Acolytes can actually agree on btw! They share a mutual hatred for Paul Bearer.

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Paul doesn’t like Nixon either though, makes tons of snarky remarks toward him and is even MORE of an asshole somehow than The Acolytes themselves. …Nix also thinks Paul knows he’s hated but he uses the advantage of being the Leader’s right hand man, it's like he just waits to hear some kind of slip up and then runs to report it to him ...bc he would be the sleazy tattletail, y’all know he would

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…And then finally… The Undertaker himself… The Leader of the Ministry of Darkness… How does Nixon get along with the Leader…? Lmao if it ain’t obvious like ALL my sona-oc mixes, he’s got a big ol crush on The Leader because of course he does.

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He’s very gay for him, has he admitted anything? HJVKFGJDS ABSOLUTELY N O T- Nixon is way too terrified to outright admit his feelings, and to the Leader of The Ministry of Darkness itself? He feels like that’s a death wish waiting to happen. He would sooner drop dead than uh... Admit his feelings

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He doesn’t think Taker would like him back like that anyways, and honestly…? Nixon’s convinced himself if he ever confessed not only would he be rejected but probably frowned upon, looked at in pure disgust- that The Leader would take this as an insult so he keeps his feelings all inside (also bc uh well he doesn’t seem to be one for… ‘love’ in general)

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There’s only t w o people that actually know about his pining for Taker- and that’s Gangrel and Viscera, how Viscera knows? …He has… Experience, that’s how, don’t ask me what that means if you know you know.

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Gangrel? He knows because Dusk has told him p much, he thinks it’s cute, he can’t really offer any help though, that’s a thing for Nixon to do on his own …But he’s very much rooting for him so uh yeah, there’s that.

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Other than that literally no one is any the wiser that Nixon has a crush on their Leader lmao, he’s good at keeping things hidden, he’s good at keeping a neutral face and even when he does blush or any shit like that he merely says it’s just hot, after all the outfit he’s got on can get p hot sometimes-

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Now for some more… Juicy kinda lore… Nixon did have a life before The Ministry, a relatively normal one in fact, he didn’t dress like this or anything- and he even looked w a y more human than what he does now, he had a few close friends but he can’t… Seem to remember them or their names anymore, he doesn’t seem to remember much of anything outside of his life with The Ministry.

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I will say though, while at first The Ministry did kidnap him bc he very much didn’t want to go, something changed when he saw their leader for the first time and then he became more willing (before Taker did anything weird with his powers I should clarify)

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Which,, threw The Ministry for a complete loop but either way, it made things much easier and then soon enough, Dusk had joined, the details are fuzzy and just a complete blur when it comes to life outside of them and his old friends.

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But I WILL say, his friends hated that he joined so willingly like that bc Nix did tell them that despite how they first kidnapped him, he joined willingly, he WANTED to be in The Ministry and well… You can piece together what happened, a bad falling out occurred and well, ya know how it is in wrestling-

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There was a l o t of hurt and ….I might even call it betrayal, so yeye- that didn’t go so well unfortunately, the last tidbit I can think of to add to this bc I REALLY EXTREMELY just want to post him after talking so much about him…

Is that Nix is Pansexual.

[easily-bullied]

sexy encounter is cancelled. how will I feel value??? I can't have value if someone isn't tasting my flesh and then looking up to smile! what is there other than that? every post I make is the same (sad, riddled with typos and wiiiildly funny) so clearly I'm spinning my wheels. the duality of the mind. knowing I'm ill, knowing my thought processes are flawed, recognizing what I'm really feeling, and then ignoring it all in favor for the sad sack of shit that I'm feeding myself instead. it feels better. cathartic. to be Bella looking out her window watching the seasons change. I like being sad. it's better than bored. fuck it's better than even hope. hope comes with that twinge of knowing that you might be naive. sad is just sad. and sad is usually based in reality. I stg I'm not wallowing. I'm just being moody and gay.

it's so cliche to be this busy with people and still feel like the loneliest girl in the world. 'you know maybe she seemed like she had it all but in truth I heard she was actually very sad' Momo Foster Kane. sycophants. giving me love I can't accept because I believe I manipulated them into doing it (by loving them and being myself... A MONSTER)

should we make a list of things going right? wouldn't that be so therapeutic? wouldn't that make everything just right as rain?

we're cooking

that means we're eating better

we're working

that means we're getting back on track

we got a tattoo

that means we're becoming more of who we want to be

we're not being crazy after someone cancelled on us

that means we're not being crazy after someone cancelled on us

hmmmmm nothing in that list about being loved and in love. hmmmm. catharsis dashed. therapeutics thwarted.

we move forward I guess. trying to imagine myself not in an unhealthy relationship.... hmmm she seems bored. so what is that? she would be like happy and loved and then content? she would be healing and have someone? hmmm that's so weird. I feel like I hate her for some reason. you think you're better than me BITCH?!? what makes you so SPECIAL. I bet her dad loved her too. what a bitch.

sooo ya. I have daddy issues. I'm just like my mommy. turns out we're both hot funny bitches who didn't realize we were worth feeling special. at least I'm alive. eat shit mom. shoulda learned your lesson sooner (I miss you literally every single day)

y'know, there was a time where I thought I would never ever go a day without crying over my mom. and two years out I'm completely fine most days. I mean my life is forever worse than it was, but like huh, I feel fine most of the time. so resilient. so capable of handling change.

I hate knowing everything will be fine. it feels like such a lie and yet I know it is inevitable. I know that nothing about my current situation has to last. like I'm completely aware of that fact but I just seem to choose to not live in that truth? I guess the rest is unknown and isn't that scary? that's why it's better to just look at the past and think about alternate histories. less variables nothing about who I am in this moment, in this very second, is something I could have guessed for myself 4 years ago, 10 years ago, 20 years ago. nothing. I guess my name hasn't changed. and my eyes are still brown. so there's that.

if I can't know the future why not enjoy the past??? this is what it means to stay present huh? that's what they're talking about. hmmmm I can see they may have a point. that sage wisdom. youth is wasted on the young. middle age is wasted on the middle aged. next year I'm 35. pretty firmly at the half way point. I'd say the rest is down hill but tbh I think that started years ago. progress isn't linear mosa. anything can happen. there's a different version of me somewhere and she actually cares about herself. that's so weird. she doesn't live here. she should come care about me too.

ok that's enough of this I guess. I think this one is my least favorite entry yet. oh well.

[deranged-babydoll]

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I probably shoulda done this ages ago whoops! The main things to know about me and this blog:

This blog is proship/profiction and enjoys potentially triggering content like noncon, dubcon, age gaps and more (I will try to keep this list more updated as time goes on, but those are definitely the big ones). I will do my best about tagging things accordingly, but I am extremely forgetful, so if there's something that's a hard trigger for you here, it's best to avoid my blog, no hard feelings.

Blog owner is a member of a mixed origins system. Anti-endos, please leave me be.

I enjoy sharing FOs with people! If we share one and you wanna giggle about them like schoolgirls, please take this as an open invite to message me!

I will post nsfw content from time to time, I will do my best to tag it as nsft, as well as put a mature content label on it, but again, be aware that I will probably forget and mess up.

I mostly selfship via self inserts, so I get the added fun of making ocs :3

My FOs:

Wendy Corduroy from Gravity Falls Notes: My SI with Wendy is the same age as her, and this selfship is 100% sfw. Will tag with 🪓

Dr. Franken Stein from Soul Eater Notes: SI is 17 and this selfship is NSFW, if this is a squick or trigger. Other trigger warnings include underage drug use and cnc. Will tag with 💀

Halsin from Baldur's Gate 3 Notes: SI situation is rather soupy for BG3, I have a lot of OCs and SIs that I play around with. All are adults, all are NSFW. Will tag with 🐻

Unnamed FO Notes: You'll see me calling him my Honey and other pet names, but until I can suss out whether or not the tiny fandom on here is hostile to proshippers I don't want to attract attention to myself. A blanket warning for disturbing and/or triggering material, especially dubcon and mild gore, as my id has latched onto my new husband hard and his source material is a horror game. Will tag with 🔒