#I'm sorry I thought it was appropriate

[shalom-iamcominghome]

If you look at jewish people voicing their concerns about antisemitism as anything close to a "victim complex," you're just an antisemite, like... How do two THOUSAND PLUS years of antisemitism around the globe sail over your head so easily.

[hermitshell]

I just remembered that moth eat clothes. Do you guys think moth pearl eats people's clothes

[grxceful-ly]

peter bringing mayday with him to do spider stuff because yeah, he had things to live for before--but now he has a child and he is going to raise this child and be there for her and maybe if she’s there, strapped to his chest, he’ll be more careful. he’ll consider his life almost as precious as hers. maybe bringing mayday to work is a precaution. 

[autumnoakes]

hello lu fandom i have started falling back into lu and i have thoughts on wild again

anyways i think that there are a few members of the chain that don't trust wild or give him the ability to demonstrate his own abilities. and i imagine it would be frustrating for wild to constantly be held at arm's length or constantly be yelled at for doing things incorrectly. legend, time, and warriors are the worst for this.

this post by @luna-loveboop (sorry for the tag!) discusses how warriors tends to view wild and how wild acts in response to that. wars has been shown to hold wild to the standard of one of his soldiers, which is not something he does with any of the other links. in turn, wild doesn't really know how to act around or talk to warriors. legend (although he has been shown to joke around with wild from time to time) doesn't seem like he really likes wild much, let alone trusts him. leg's always calling wild things like "crazy" and insinuating that wild is too uncivilized and routinely nitpicks the way he does things. time, right now, is just on edge so he's more of a hardass than usual. he and wild tend to get along well, but i personally tend to headcanon that there's still a lack of trust in there.

i think it can be insulting to wild when he's a hero in his own right, who woke up with nothing one day and was told to save the world. yes, his methods are different from a lot of the others' methods but that's the nature of his game(s). i think the way that legend and warriors routinely treat wild is the most telling and the most likely to cause issues. wild hasn't said anything about this yet. either he doesn't want to cause a problem or he just hasn't noticed.

[1-800-dreamgirl]

as a non native english speaker a lot of the way I write or speak are from seeing native speakers and kind of copying them (because otherwise I feel like I sound too robotic) but as of lately I do see a lot of white people (native speakers) using aave as something quirky about their internet persona, almost a mockery because most of the times this persona is supposed to be funny and make you laugh, and it really got me thinking that in general, me included, people that have english as their second/third whatever language we need to have a new level of consciousness when learning english, because it's very easy for us to fall into this thing while trying to be less formal and fitting in with actual english speakers of copying the way other people speak without even realizing what we are perpetuating

[victorluvsalice]

Victor Luvs Alice --> Victor Luvs Alice N Smiler...sort of

Yes, I was going to change my full blog url to "victorluvsalicensmiler" -- but then I went to make this post, pulled up this year's "A Gush About Valicer" Thanksgiving reblog, and realized to my horror that suddenly almost all of the links on that post were broken. So I hastily ran back to the blog settings and changed my url back to "victorluvsalice." XD So yes, @victorluvsalice is still how you tag me, but the icon, header, blog title, and blog description have all been changed to reflect that my OTP is now my OT3. Just in case you're wondering "who the fuck is that icon??" XD

[jonathanrook]

does anyone know that post that's like just because you don't have the proper language doesn't mean that you don't know what you're talking about or whatever and it talks about somebody who uses transphobic slurs?? i am so terribly intoxicated

[freepassbound]

what’s your feel-good movie?

what flower would you like to be given?

what calms you down?

what’s your ideal date?

morning, afternoon or night?

♥

1: What's your feel-good movie?

Boy... I don't know how to choose. I (finally) went and looked at my movie library, and, like... I probably watch 'Groundhog Day' more than any other (though that's partially, possibly mostly, because I try to actually watch it every year on Groundhog Day); but I also have a very big soft spot for 'Charade'... and there are a bunch of other movies in there that I might turn to as well: 'WALL-E', 'Wreck-It Ralph', 'Shrek', 'Singin in the Rain'... (I'm not looking at it as I write, but there are more)

It's almost dependent on micro-moods and what I just happen to be wanting to see at that moment. I have a whole passel of them!

2: What flower would you like to be given?

I've actually received more flowers in the past month than I have in my entire life prior (it seems to have been a thing to give teachers flowers this year?), so I have new perspectives on this question.

I think my key takeaway is that variety is better. I got roses, which are... nice - they look good; they die fast. I got mums (or what I think are mums), which are multicolored, and have lasted much longer than the roses. The most recent, however, is a variety (duration TBD), which makes for both different colors but also different shapes, which I find more visually appealing.

3: What calms you down?

Space, quiet, and time. When I get worked up over something, I need time to process. Usually that looks like sitting or standing outside, just... staring... at nothing in particular, while my brain runs over and through and around and into and under and back through whatever it is that's enervated me.

4: What's your ideal date?

I think as long as it's got some kind of walk through nature, that's pretty ideal. Could be a county park, could be a beach, could be a national park forest, could be a city street with some greenery, or anything in between - as long that gets worked in there, I think that works.

5: Morning, afternoon or night?

I am definitely a night person. Left to my own devices and without any serious responsibilities, I can easily adopt a noon-4am schedule. 😅

[regularshcw]

i need to work on the bios soon buuuuuut

margaret is trans ( trans woman )

benson is trans ( trans man )

em is trans ( trans man )

fanny is trans ( trans woman )

penny is nonbinary ( genderfluid )

neu is nonbinary ( unlabeled )

rigby is trans ( trans man )

and pops' gender is ?????

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"I, uh...I'd love to go to California," Randall smiled, having been particularly intrigued by her account of the Golden State-even from this small recollection, he found himself a little excited at the thought of visiting. He never was a big fan of the cold, and so a warm state full of lush greenery and beautiful sights sounded right up his alley.

"I wouldn't mind visiting Los Angeles, seeing the Walk of Fame in real life," he continued shyly. "Getting to tour the Hollywood backlots, maybe even see how movies are made...it sounds so exciting to me. I'd love to go to some of the film museums, and get to see the costumes and props up close..."

Maybe it was because of where he worked, but Randall had an affinity for great costumes-they said "clothes make the man", and that certainly applied to any number of characters on the silver screen, their outfits making them just as memorable as the actors who donned them. He had tried to study them as best he could in his film magazines, but to see them up close and personal? That would be even better.

"I mean, to see Scarlett O'Hara's gowns from Gone With The Wind, or Holly Golightly's dress from Breakfast at Tiffany's," he grinned a little at the thought. "That would be a thrill in its own right, but...to see something like the Red Death costume from Phantom of the Opera, or Dracula's cape? Oh...that would be incredible!"

[lovinglin]

Gender

[r0bee]

Kills me when I start thinking about how my Lone Wanderer left the vault but she still lingered. The home she settled in was the closest town to her vault. She can never go home but she stays as close as she can, no matter how far she wanders.

(adding a readmore bc I have a compulsive need to go on about Carla)

Carla probably still sees Amata when vault 101 are making their trading trips. Her best friend, someone she'd known all her life, who told her she could never come home. Who hadn't been able to look at her since. Who helped her fight her way out the first time and won't speak to her because she had to fight the second time too.

There's a lot unsaid between them (how could there not be) but when Carla does try to talk with Amata she keeps shutting her down. Carla tries to tell her about Carol and Greta, about there being women like them in the wastes. Not even really to win Amata back, she knows that's asking too much, she just wants Amata to know. And in return Amata rejects her, tells her that it's women like HER. Ignores and denies what they'd had.

She sees Carla as fundamentally changed, proven by her violent exit of the vault after Trouble On The Homefront. Amata may be an idealist about the surface but it has to be hard to unlearn that bias against the surface completely.

I don't entirely know how I think Amata's future would pan out, but for Carla I see her living a quiet life in Megaton. Close enough to have a good relationship with everyone who lives there while still keeping her distance after losing Fawkes (a whole other thing I am too sleepy to go into rn) and never fully processing the loss of her father and home.

She's friendly with Gob and carries messages back and forth for him and Carol, she even has a little fling with Tulip (among other short romances). She's helped out all over the Capitol Wasteland, everyone knows her or at least knows of her. But at her core she's still the Lone wanderer. She's never parted from her loneliness for long.

[your-internet-bf]

It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."

[sl33py-g4m3r]

me using tandemaus for pick up abuse like the olden days and forgot that they evolve off screen and have cheek pouch instead T_T

Is there any way to prevent them from doing that or are they just gonna evolve without warning and there's nothing I can do??

Should probably just find or breed pachirisu with pickup instead so that doesn't happen.

Was trying to get everyone to level 100 for that 10% chance for a big nugget

I'm probably making grinding for money more tedious than I should but it's what I did in earlier gens and I'm used to it.

Me always making things harder for myself because why not /s usually it's accidental tho.

found the answer while making tags for the post of all things~~ Gave my wooper an everstone so it doesn't evolve, I could give the tandemaus an everstone and dump candies into it to level it up faster

got a bunch of small and x small candies because I like doing raids, but unfortunately need to get farther into the game than 2 titans and 2 gym badges to actually make it faster.

why my brain like "here's an answer!!" when I wasn't expecting it? I can't connect the dots sometimes, lol.

also since I don't have false swipe yet i don't think, tandemaus' super fang is really helpful for catching stuff at the moment. assuming I can land it before being one shot, lol. Sneaking up on pokemon and catching them off guard I think also increases the catch rate somehow... I used it to get a zangoose and seviper just kinda going "this isn't gonna work" with a yolo pokeball and to my amazement it worked.

sorry for long posts cluttering up the pokemon scarlet and violet tags~~

funnily enough wasn't big on the game when it came out and I thought it burned me out on pokemon; so I didn't play it for a year after release, come back and its actually really fun~~

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

Honestly, maybe it's just the fact that I might be aspec, or that I've never been in a relationship myself, but I always find it. Really weird how people talk about their exes.

Like, I was watching a roleplay-video about two people arguing, because one of them kept getting messages from her ex, and not few people in the comments were like:

"Nah, not immediately blocking your ex is a red flag, she's a manipulator"

"If your someone's ex, you can't just go back to being friends, something will stir up"

"If my girlfriend kept her ex's messages, I'd get up and leave, too"

And these are not exaggerations, these are just paraphrased comments.

And I find it weird, because (and btw the person in the vid wasn't even responding to the ex, so those comments were even less warranted), ever time there is a story like "I broke into my ex's house and burned their furniture and planted murder evidence on them), (especially if it's a girl and her guy ex, for some reason) there are so many responses like "Yaaas queen, they deserved it 100% NTA!!!"

But like...there's also no further context. People can break up for all sorts of reasons: Friends who got into a relationship and realized they liked being friends better; partners whose life goals just ended up not matching; partners that just fell out of love; anything like that. That's no reason to immediately go scorched earth on somebody.

Hell, even if they did despise each other afterwards, people can change! They could have gotten closer again! What do you mean exes can never be friends again!!! (Probably stretching here, but it almost feels like treating romance as the highest form of relationship, meaning if it doesn't work out, no other form will)

Idk, sometimes it just feels like people immediately equate ex to 'worst person to exist on planet earth and an abuser', even if it could just mean 'person you are no longer in a romantic relationship with' and not much else

I can understand, if a new partner might be worried about being left for an older flame (because you can't really control what you worry about much), but a simple "We're not on bad terms, so we still talk" should be enough, and not this whole "but they are your EX!!!!" thing. It really depends on the individual relationship with the ex, and shouldn't be generalized this much

[viridianvisions]

I'M IMPLODING — 😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧😍😍😍😍😍

He loves da keedz

I missed drawing him being soft with his sobrinos 🥹