#Like I just live with a mom that's like... A terf?

[moogiewara]

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[husbants]

exhausted of existing ✌️

[virtue-boy]

Saw a radfem on here who was saying like "anygyn" and "somegyn" like on some serious everypony shit like this whole site is like lifting rocks and finding the stupidest bugs ever just milling through a 2 inch layer of compost in circles forever and ever just triving in an environment where you'd get eaten so fast literally anywhere else but they happen to have this two inch pile of shit under a rock to be developing unique non functional behaviors. Like ur literally out here saying everypony but for vaginas and still think you're normal bruhhhhh

[yuureimajo]

This reminded me of something that happened to me years ago, was going to just ramble about it in tags but it's too long. It's a bit of a tangent from the original point but it is about a time I felt trapped and intimidated in my own house by a man who I think found it all pretty amusing. When I was about 13 we lived on the top floor of a pretty big house in one of the fancier neighborhoods of my hometown. The street was a steep uphill climb and didn't lead anywhere else, just looped around to head back into downtown, so this was a pretty quiet and private neighborhood and felt pretty safe overall. So one day someone rang our doorbell while I was home alone after school and I went to answer it without much of a thought. In fact my only thought was that it was probably the JWs again. Anyway I open the door and there's this older teenage guy - probably 17 or 18 - whom I'd never seen before, just standing there looking at me with a really weird expression. Hooded eyes, not blinking much, big dopey smile. I was like ''Um … hello?'' and he was like ''Heyyy :)'' and started to come forward like he was going to enter the house. I immediately shut the door, locked it and looked through the peephole (yes, I should have done so in the first place) and he leaned toward it and waved like he knew I was watching him, then stepped off the porch and out of view. I went to the living room window and peeked around the curtains to watch him walk down the driveway and away, but he didn't; he turned into the front yard, and I just knew he was going to try the windows at the side of the house. I ran to my mom's room to make sure her window was locked but I didn't see him, so I booked it to the kitchen just in time to see him pushing at the frame. I checked to make sure it was locked too, and that the piece of wood we put in the track was there. He could see me and he just kept smiling that stupid-ass smile the whole time. Once it was obvious he wasn't getting in that window, he started walking again, now toward the back of the house. The backyard was for the downstairs occupants, but it had a staircase up to our deck, which could be accessed by a sliding glass door back in the living room. I wasn't sure he was going to come up there but I went to check the lock anyway. Then I just stood there looking for him, hoping to see him just wandering off down the lane at the back of the houses. But after several minutes I didn't see him or hear him coming up the steps. While I was pretty scared I was also pissed off, so for some stupid reason I thought I would go out on the deck to check that he was gone or yell at him if he wasn't. I had my hand on the sliding door handle, about to unlock it, and suddenly the guy sort of slow-turned from where he'd been standing against the side of the house, where I hadn't been able to see him, and stood there in front of the sliding doors, still with that dopey look on his face, staring at me as he put his hand on the outside handle and started tugging it like he expected it to open. Somehow that was the moment that made me go "Oh, I'm in actual danger," so I backed away from the door, grabbed the phone, and ran to the hallway where I could see/hear if any of the doors or windows opened, but he couldn't see me. I don't really remember what happened for the next little while. I assume I called my mom but I don't actually recall talking to her. I do remember peeking around the wall at the sliding door at some point and noticing that the guy was gone but also realizing that he could be lurking around the house anywhere. Thankfully I never saw that freak again. But I also never felt safe in that house's living room again; the windows and sliding door stressed me out way too much, I always felt like I was being watched. So many women and girls have stories like this. This isn't even the only one I have. Men pull BS like this all the time for their own gain or amusement and we're forced into hypervigilance. But no please, men, tell us all about how it's not a "gendered issue". Clearly you know better.

A guy just came to my house while I was home alone to ask if I was single why are men like this

[max1461]

Everybody does the exact same stupid shit. That white nationalist anon I was getting a while ago would send me story after story of some random black guy or immigrant committing a violent crime against a white person. Well, yeah, people are violent, you're gonna find those if you go looking for them. And there's a lot of racial animosity in the world, so you'll even find racially charged ones if you go looking! No shit, Sherlock. We could play this game all day. You find me a news story of a black guy killing a white guy, I find you a news story of white guy killing a black guy. This does no one any good.

TERFs are identical. News story after news story of a trans woman raping somebody. Yeah, the world is an awful place and people rape each other. I can find you a news story of a cis woman raping a teenage boy and getting three months in jail. I can find you a news story of a cis mom killing her disabled kid cause they're too much work. But I don't want to. The world sucks shit, why gorge yourself on the tragedy?

Zionists come up with news story after news story of pro-Palestinian/BDS/whatever protestors being antisemitic. Yep. A lot of people out there hate Jews. And there has been a genuine rise in antisemitism since the Oct. 7th attack, and that's awful. There are no excuses for that. Do you know what else has happened since then? The Israeli military has slaughtered tens of thousands of Palestinians, including huge numbers of innocent civilians—men, women and children.

People are often terrible to each other. Welcome to Earth. If you go looking for bad actors in a big enough group, you are guaranteed to find them. How about this. What about all the black people who didn't kill a white little girl? What about the black little girls? What about their hopes and dreams? What about their chance at life? What about all the trans women who didn't rape anybody in a bathroom? What if they just want to go about their lives, without constant public scrutiny of what genitals they have (as a cis woman, can you empathize with that? Constant public scrutiny of what you're doing with your genitals?). What about the 30,000 Palestinians who have been killed, and the 70,000 who have been displaced from their homes?

Fear has made you a monster. Fear has driven you to demand slaughter and oppression of innocent people because they look like guilty people you read about on the news, and since they look the same to you, you feel fearful—how can you tell whether these are the innocent ones or the guilty ones? Best to oppress and slaughter them preemptively just to be safe. I am here to tell you that this twisted logic of self-defense does not hold. I do not care if you feel safe—I do not care if you are safe—if the cost of your safety is innocent life. The world is a risky place. I am not going to deny that. Horrible things could happen to any of us. If we go around preemptively attacking other over it, we do not make it a bit better. And, needless to say, danger comes from everywhere, from every group of human beings, and oppressing the people who make you nervous will not, in fact, deliver you from danger. It just makes you a monster.

[djnusagi]

when I was 12 I learned what trans people were, and it was immediately obvious to me that I was one. not only did I now have a name for the unbearable pain I’d been dealing with for years at that point (gender dysphoria) but I had a possible cure for it (transitioning). I was already speaking to my school counselor regularly, as I was a very obviously autistic child who was prone to frequent bouts of uncontrolled crying and emotional breakdowns. I told her I was trans, and she was immediately accepting, but with some caveats.

it was great that I was trans! she wanted to help me in any way she could. BUT, she frequently told me about her son, a gay cis man who wore women’s clothing basically all the time. he loved being gay and a man but also wearing dresses and makeup. and sure it was GREAT that I was trans, but it would also be great-and in fact EVEN BETTER if I was just a cis male who crossdresses all the time like her son. this had 0 appeal to me. my problem was gender dysphoria, not clothes, and my dysphoria was caused primarily by my social role amongst my peers and my ever changing body. I wanted hormone blockers. I wanted to be a girl. I wanted to transition. I didn’t want to “crossdress”.

she helped me plan what I’d say when I came out to my parents which ultimately didn’t matter. they were mostly just angry and confused. my mom immediately asked if I liked boys or girls. I said “both I think” and she almost fainted.

after the initial shock she got fixated on a possible alternative. maybe I was just a really girly cis boy. maybe we could compromise. I could wear all the dresses I wanted in exchange for never transitioning. she’d be willing to deal with that. I said no. I had next to no interest in wearing dresses. I wanted blockers and then hormones and I wanted to live my life as a (probably somewhat tomboyish) girl. but she insisted up and down for years it’d be better for me to just be a male cross dresser. in fact, that was the more “enlightened” choice. that transitioning was regressive if you really thought about it. and cis male girlyboy crossdressing was the more “progressive” way to be. she wouldn’t stop pushing that. and it never fixed my gender dysphoria. she is now a terf.

since the very moment I came out as trans to anyone I had people telling me it would be better if I was just a cis male crossdresser. and in the 12 years since I have not stopped hearing that line.

[lostloveletters]

Sunday Eve (John Brady x OC)

Summary: On a freezing night blanketed with snow, John and Woody know how to keep each other warm.

Note: It’s been in the 80s here, so naturally I wrote a soft, smutty, post-war winter fic for them. I’m sorry if the formatting is weird, I’m posting this on mobile. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Period typical attitudes. Sexually explicit content involving vaginal sex (light breeding kink elements, but I wanted to mention it just in case). Do not interact if you’re under 18.

John privately wondered if his Californian sweetheart regretted moving to Upstate New York for him when he found her sitting next to the radio in their small living room, bundled up in not one, but two of his sweaters, with a quilt from his grandmother on her lap. Woody’s eyebrows furrowed as the newscaster announced more snow overnight. He figured she would be used to it by then. England was no stranger to snow.

But the way she reacted to their first snow day together brought the magic back into it. She threw her arms around him and pulled him back into bed when he told her the schools were closed, which meant he had the day off of work. They spent half the day in bed, the other half dancing around the apartment and drinking whiskey they’d gotten as an engagement present, all hopeful attempts to mitigate the heating bill while money was still a little tight.

After two days of scattered snowfall, she appeared baffled that it wasn't coming to an end for the foreseeable future. She knew to expect it. Saw firsthand the rush of people bringing their cars into the shop for snow tires and chains. She got the hang of it quickly. ‘You’d hardly know she was from Los Angeles,’ her boss, an old friend of his father’s, had told John after mass one particularly chilly October morning. ‘San Francisco,’ John reminded him, to which he received a shrug in response.

“Ready to head to bed?” John asked. “We’re meeting my mom for lunch after mass tomorrow morning.”

His family adored Woody, especially when she shared her intent to convert to Catholicism. He didn’t know how to feel when she confided later on she was doing it for him, rather than out of spiritual conviction, which he suspected, anyway. He never wanted her to feel as though he were forcing her to do anything. ‘It’ll make things easier for us,’ she assured him.

The part that bothered him just as much was that it did. His family suddenly weren’t making as much of a fuss about them living together. Probably assumed they wouldn’t push their beds together or keep condoms in the nightstand. The monsignor promised them a wedding mass in the spring, the most coveted time of year to celebrate the sacrament of holy matrimony—provided she completed catechism by then. She was on track to, so long as she kept showing up to mass.

“Will the roads even be cleared?” she asked.

He smiled. “We’re used to it here, sweetheart. You’d be surprised.”

She turned off the radio, getting up from the armchair and throwing the quilt over the back of it. He reached for her hand, taking it in his and pressing a kiss to her calloused palm.

Their bedroom was chilly when they slipped beneath the covers together after rushing through their respective nighttime routines, brushing teeth and changing into pajamas. In Woody’s case, taking off one of his two sweaters she’d requisitioned for herself, not having much of a winter wardrobe of her own.

Compared to the Stalags and freezing night marches, though, their drafty old apartment felt like heaven with the radiator buzzing and Woody in his arms. John dreamed about such a moment so many times, he needed to remind himself it was real. Pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, her hair soft and smooth against his lips. She trembled against him, breathing out a soft sigh.

“Sweetheart?”

“Keep me warm,” she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his cheek. “Please, Johnny?”

“We have to get up to go to mass tomorrow,” he gently reminded her.

Woody wanted him morning and night, and in between too, if he could manage it. Far from a complaint, but he was certain he was the only man in the world with such a dilemma as making sure to wake up early enough to sate his love’s desire before getting along with the day. When the topic came up among his coworkers or old college buddies, they grumbled with foreign tales of fiances and wives who feigned headaches or went to sleep early.

As soon as she shifted, better positioning herself to give him a kiss, he gave in. With little more than a glance his way or brush of their lips, she could silently transform her desires into his own, making him ache for it, too.

“Turn on a lamp,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I wanna see you, honey.”

And who was he to deny her? Nighttime could be formidable, but far less so with Woody around, ready to take on whatever haunted him with the determination that earned her the admiration of so many at Thorpe Abbotts. Didn’t care if it meant forgoing sleep or engaging in odd rituals when he needed a hand to reach out and bring him back from the depths. She dove in without hesitation.

So, within seconds of her request, the amber glow of his bedside lamp washed over them. She smiled, fondness and adoration in the gold-tinged forest of her eyes as she caressed his cheek, drawing him in for another heated kiss as he moved on top of her, straddling her hips, plusher and wider since they arrived stateside and received regular helpings of family cooking. Made it hard for him to keep his hands off of her even outside of their bedroom.

He reached down, slipping his hand down the waistband of her pajama pants and between her thighs—warm and wet, he easily slid two fingers inside her. He knew it wasn’t a sin. Not anymore. Not with her. It couldn’t be.

She moaned against his mouth when he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Rocked her hips for more friction.

“I want you inside me,” she said breathlessly, grabbing for his cock, tugging his pants down and croaking out a desperate, “please.”

He buried his length inside her, swallowing the groan that caught in his throat when he felt her pussy squeeze around his cock. Found a steady pace as she pulled him closer, pressing his body against hers, like she was trying to make him part of her.

She cried out for more as her eyelids fluttered shut. “John—oh my god—harder.”

“Look at me,” he demanded, echoing her earlier sentiments, “I wanna see you, sweetheart.”

She opened her eyes, bright and wild in a way that sent a delicious shiver down his spine. His fingers played with her clit, could feel how close she was. He thrust harder, rougher as her moans filled his ears, her voice hoarse as she came loudly, her pussy pulsing around his cock.

His hips shuddered. His brain felt fuzzy, almost lost himself before asking, “Where should I—“

“On my stomach.” She hastily bunched up her sweater just below her breasts, exposing it to him.

His blunt nails scratched gently against her bare stomach, soft and inviting. Tried not to think about it round and full with child, his child, one day when she wasn't so afraid. He recognized the uncertainty that flashed in her eyes whenever someone brought it up. ‘Not until you’re ready,’ he had promised with all the understanding he could manage despite the animal part of him trying to claw its way through. She’d look so pretty, so perfect. She’d be his wife soon, after all.

But it’d be worth the wait. She waited two years for him and didn’t waver. He’d do the same for her the world over. They belonged to each other.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out just before he came, his seed spilling onto her stomach as his orgasm rocked through him. Buried his face in the crook of her neck, her skin warm with a sheen of sweat. Made his mind hazy with the feel, the smell of her intertwining with pleasure until he was spent.

With a shaky breath and equally shaky hand, he reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a handkerchief to wipe his cum off of her stomach. Didn’t need to look at her face to know she was eyeing him like a bird of prey. He threw the soiled fabric aside and pulled down her sweater to cover her again.

She grabbed him by the collar before he could move back to his side of the bed, pressing soft kisses to his neck, the prelude to gentle bites on his collarbones and then lower, and even lower. He took a deep breath, mustering up all of the resolve he could to pull away from her.

“We have to get up early tomorrow,” he said, as sternly as he could manage.

A small pout made its way onto her lips before she relented with a slight smile. “Alright, honey.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”

He turned off the bedside lamp. “I love you too.”

Heat radiated off of her as she curled up against him. He stroked her hair, tongue between his teeth as he tried to fight off the urge to indulge her—and himself. She always took a while to fall asleep, even when he was convinced he tired her out.

Slowly, his hand drifted lower until he found the thick, cuffed hem of her sweater and slid his hand up it, playing with her breasts, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers.

A pleased hum came from her throat before she gently taunted him. “You just said—“

“You’ll make me extra coffee in the morning to make up for it.”

Her laughter tore through the darkness as he pulled her on top of him with a wicked grin.

——

John woke up before Woody. He almost always did. She could sleep until nearly noon if he let her, which he did sometimes. Usually, though, around ten in the morning, after already being up for a few hours on his own, he’d find himself missing her and coax her awake.

He rolled out of bed, pulling on his old flannel robe before the frigid morning air could bite him too hard. He nearly winced at the loss of body heat, sparing a longing glance to Woody, still curled up under the covers.

Shuffled over to the bedroom window and pulled back the thick curtain, something he had to put up when they realized how much of a draft it let in otherwise. All he could see outside was white. The whole block was covered in a thick blanket of fresh snow—including the roads. He sighed in relief, something he’d surely have to confess the following week.

John hurried back to Woody’s side, eager to relay the good news to her. “Hey,” he whispered, stroking her cheek. “The roads haven’t been cleared yet.”

She smiled, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him back into bed. “Thank god.”

[liamlawsonlesbian]

as someone slowly talking herself into her first tattoo, i would LOVE to hear about yours

omggggg you absolutely should do it!!! honestly like…body modification is so freeing and joyful to me

in chronological order:

1. HP with book page stars - Yes, this is a Harry Potter tattoo, I DO want to clarify that it was before JKR went horrible terf, and I would not get it today. I don’t regret it, though. My roommate did it about a month before we graduated from college, sticknpoke in our living room, and it perfectly encapsulates where I was at that point in my life.

2. Lifelike triceratops - first professional tattoo, got it to celebrate in the summer after undergrad! I’ve loved dinosaurs since I was a kid, and it represents learning not to be ashamed of my enthusiasm and earnestness (but I also just think it looks cool)

3. Open hands with bouquet of flowers - matching with @oscarpiastriwdc to celebrate law school graduation! An oblique reference to garden song by phoebe bridgers, specifically “everything’s growing in our garden/you don’t have to know that it’s haunted//the doctor put her hands over my liver/she told me my resentment’s getting smaller”

4. My childhood home in fairytale/children’s book style - for my mom, who loved our house, and also for home by 1D & learning to take home with you wherever you go

5. Buffy’s “class protector” award from btvs - commemoration of my favorite episode of my favorite series, and the fact that even when things are horrible you can still dance with the love of your life in your high school gym

[vaspider]

Intro Post, updated March 1, 2023

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No one in my immediate family is cis or het. I have been called Spider for 20+ years, & now a lot of people call me Mama Spider. Mom is a role, it need not be gendered.

This is a lot shorter than it used to be. I don't really feel like posting paragraphs explaining stuff anymore.

My icon has lore, apparently.

I post all asks and anon is never turned on.

[crackaneggonmynoodles]

⊱✿⊱✿⊰Intro ⊱✿⊰✿⊰

Hi, I'm eggnoodles. Welcome to my blog :3

⚠️⚠️Warning: I am gender critical/ a terf. I do not hate trans people or wish harm on anyone who is. I wanted to put this warning here because some people may not be comfortable interacting with a blog like that, so if you aren't, keep scrolling. otherwise, welcome to my blog. ⚠️⚠️

—𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I'm 16, so don't be weird. I'm a girl, I only speak english (sadly). I want to make tumblr friends. I'm autistic and I have ADHD, and I like talking about it because it's a significant part of me. Sometimes I don't make much sense when I post. I'm not part of a specific religion, but I'm questioning my beliefs.

—𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I have a mini Aussie named ginger (she lives with my mom) and a burmese mountain doodle named Finn (he lives with my dad.) During the school year I board at school, like college, and I want to go to art school when I graduate.

— 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I like fashion and sewing, making art (specifically cartoons and comics), collecting random stuff (sonny angels, precious moments, posters, hair clips, etc), animated movies/shows, reading fanfiction, manga, analogue horror, weird internet mysteries, music, and eating sugary food (ice cream will be the death of me).

—𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

🛸　　　 　‘　°　　　•　　.’°•　　　🚀 ✯ 　　　★　*　　　　　°　 ‘ *　　“🛰 　°·　　                           🪐 .　　　•　° ★　•  ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▇▆▅▄▃▁▂. Some media i <3:

SHOWS

° Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai, Vinland Saga, Serial Experiments Lain, Erased, KAIBA MY UNDERRATED FAVV, Attack on Titan, cardcaptor sakura, angel beats, Inuyasha, K-on, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, School-Live!, Kino's journey, Elfen Lied

MOVIES

°Nausicaa of the valley of the wind, Laputa, Princess Mononoke, Time of Eve, Wolf Children, The Animatrix, The Summer (korean lesbian movie so so underrated), Song of the Sea, Yobi the five tailed fox, Fantastic Planet, Perfect Blue, Millenium Actress, Spirited Away, Grave of the fireflies, Ponyo

° Non-animated: The Virgin Suicides, Thirteen, Juno, All about Lily chou chou, Kamikaze Girls, White Oleander, Ladybird, Jennifers body, pretty much any 70s-90s chickflick i watched with my mom (think Grease or Breakfast Club)

GRAPHIC NOVELS/BOOKS

°Chainsaw man, Oyasumi Punpun, On A Sunbeam, Spinning, Persepolis, Orange, I want to eat your pancreas, Attack on Titan

°Earthlings, No Longer Human, any poetry by Mary Oliver, and... I haven't read much lately give me recs pls ^_^

MUSIC

°Venetian Snares, Goreshit, Aphex Twin, Cynthoni/sewerslvt, 1-800-PAIN, Smashing Pumpkins, Kate Bush, Adrienne Lenker, Jun Togawa, Deftones, RADIOHEAD!!!!, Weezer, Sign Crushes Motorist, Foo Fighters, Nirvana, The beatles, Fiona Apple, Tommy February6, The Cure, L7, Courtney Love, Jack Off Jill, TV girl, Beabadoobee, Boâ, bjork

ARTISTS/OTHER STUFF

I like the art of aya takano, tillie walden, yoshitomo nara, kim jung gi, junko mizuno, si_ku, ken currie, daisuke igarashi, inio asano, gekidan inu curry, I also love analog horror (the tangi virus is my favorite one) and internet mysteries/lost media. Fashion archive/street snaps are really really awesome, I like Fruits magazine and Hel Looks.

My favorite food is french fries and ice cream TIED, but burritos are a close second. And pancakes, oh god... I like winter and fall a lot, because it's close to all the wintery holidays. And i love snow. I like cats a lot, foxes, rabbits, squirrels, caterpillars, MONKEYS AND PRIMATES OMGGGGG, and lots of other animals. I'm interested in really ancient history/civilizations, like Sumer. I like plushies too. And walking around in the woods, or sleeping a lotttt. And just weird stuff like random rabbit holes of research.

I'm questioning my exact political beliefs but I am interested in radical feminism. I do not identify fully with any political movements, I'm still learning.

I may express disagreement for certain ideologies, people, etc but I do not wish harm or ill will upon any such groups. If you disagree with me I am open to some debates but may not engage for long due to my own mental health and priorities. In the end we are all human and deserve a fulfilling life with one another.

I'm also very cringe and pretentious and if you have any feedback on any posts in which i try to say something of substance feel free to share.

I don't have a dni, if you're gross I'll block you. (I give a warning before I block, I won't randomly block you if we've been talking.) i mean, if you're some 4chan dwelling pdf file who wants to spam my asks with yaoi furry foot fetish art, thats an obvious dni, i guess just use common sense...

anyways ya be my friend pls

:3

[emo-protagonist]

hi i’m tag :3 (short for protagonist)

feel free to send asks!!

DNI IF: racist, homophobic, transphobic, a terf, a zionist, a pedophile or excuse pedos, conservative, a botdf fan, into incest ships, into really gross ships, if your faking an illness, or weird in a bad way (ykwim?)

my blog really has no theme, i mainly talk about whatever on here, mainly just what im into at the moment.

some bands i like:

some games and shows i like:

i also like comic books, just played bayonetta and really like it right now. im the only person who is playing "guitar hero warriors of rock" on the planet, in the middle of playing the devil may cry and resident evil games. i like splatoon, zelda, fnaf, hermitcraft, and i am the biggest shin megami tensei fan you probably will ever meet (i really like shin megami tensei oh my gyatt).

im ace, go by she/her, live in the usa, im not a minor but don’t be weird, no sexually explict stuff, this blog is safe for minors ig lol, am emo and really like the 2000s. im also fairly new to tumblr btw. im super open to getting asks and having people interact with me cus i love making new friends!! im accepting of all races, genders, sexualities, etc. (obviously bruh like look at me why tf would i judge??)

i got a few tags. @oddvanilla wanted me to add tag for when i get asks which is "#tag asks ur mom". i also have “#misha collins is not a real person” becus i don’t believe he is. and i got “#<— literally my boyfriend” which i feel is self explanatory. “#obligatory supernatural gif” which is just me spamming supernatural gif under random posts like it’s 2013 :3. i have tags for whatever game im playing or show im watching usually, like "tag watches the walking dead" or "tag plays bayonetta" which also includes when im talking about that thing after i finished it like with "#tag watches supernatural" which is my posts about supernatural.

stamps and extras!!!

bro 200 followers crazy like wtf y’all following me for 😭😭😭

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for asking a friend if I could move in with them?

I (16m) came out as trans to my parents about a year back and discovered both of them (but especially my mom, who is the main concern as my parents are divorced and I don’t live with my dad) are very transphobic — my mom has been heavily influenced by the clusterfuck that is TERF social media and as I understand it she’s scared that me transitioning would hurt my mental / physical health in the long run (even though I literally can’t medically transition as i had an allergic reaction to anaesthetic when I was younger and now I have a severe phobia of anything medical including potential HRT or surgical procedures :/). Her reaction has been very aggressive, sarcastic, belittling, condescending, etc. (telling me i’ve been brainwashed by trans ideology, the usual TERF-adjacent shit) and she’s also ableist and denies my ADHD diagnosis that I’ve had for months as she claims I just want an excuse to be lazy.

All this plus a general hostile atmosphere (from both sides because i’m not good at being patient and non-confrontational) is making life at home intolerable for the most part and I’ve been seriously considering moving out. However I have no money so I would need to couch surf or find a friend who would be alright with me staying at their house long-term. I don’t have any friends who have explicitly said I could stay with them if I needed to (because I haven’t asked yet) but a few of them know all these details and have been supportive so I’m sure they would be open to it if I asked. Still, I really don’t want to be a burden to anyone and I have two years left before I go to university so I would be relying on friends for a long time (plus their parents as I wouldn’t be able to buy my own food or anything of the sort unless I got a job, in which case I’d have to blow money I could be saving up for university on groceries so I feel like the smart thing to do would be to stay at home and save up) — I feel like they would agree to let me stay to be nice but secretly resent me and I obviously don’t want that. So should I ask someone or should I suck it up and wait the two years out?

What are these acronyms?

[theogcinnamonroll]

I used to love Harry Potter

I used to love Harry Potter. 

There was a time in my life, where it was one of the most important things. I read the books at least once a year. I’d sit on the couch with my mom and watch the movies with her. I’d spend countless hours on the internet, reading fanfiction, participating in the fandom, and reading every single headcanon and thought I could get my hands on. Although I was too scared to participate, too scared to post my own thoughts and my own fanfiction, it made me feel so welcome. Like I was part of something big. And to someone as lonely as I was back then, that was so important. 

I was smart. Bad with people, but I devoured books like my life depended on them. I felt like I was Hermione. I saw myself in her, and I wanted to be her. She made me feel proud of my wild brown hair. She made me feel proud that I wasn’t like how I saw the other girls. She made me feel proud to be me. She made me feel like I was worth it, like even with all my flaws, even with my lack of looks and social graces, I was important and valuable. 

I lived and breathed Harry Potter. My earliest vivid memories are of sitting at my mom’s feet with my brother, listening as she read the Sorcerer’s Stone to us. And then the Chamber of Secrets, then the Prisoner of Azkaban. I remember how I wasn’t allowed to read past the Prisoner of Azkaban until I was in the second grade. Then I was finally allowed to read the Goblet of Fire, but I couldn’t stop. I kept sneaking the next books, until my mom caught me reading the Deathly Hallows. It was like a drug for me, and I couldn’t stop. I just had to keep going, even though I got in trouble for it. 

And as I got older, that fixation stayed. It brought me to the internet. The first fanfiction I can remember reading is one that was written on gotoquiz.com, a series about Oliver Wood. I stayed up all night reading it on my school iPad after I found it. Until my dad yelled at me because the school sent him an email about how I was on the iPad all night. But I couldn’t stop. An entire new world had been opened for me, and I had to have more. 

It was everything to me. It was my whole world. I dreamed of going to Universal to see Harry Potter world. I dreamed of having my own wand. And even past the age of eleven, I held out hope that someday, my Hogwarts letter would still come, and I could be the witch I always wanted to be. Even as I got older and began going to different fandoms, being drawn into different universes, my love of Harry Potter didn’t go away. It stayed there, always in the back of my mind, affecting who I was, and helping me figure out the person that I wanted to be. 

It wasn’t just something that stayed in the background, it bled out into the life I had. The essay I wrote to try and get into AP English my freshman year? It was about Neville Longbottom, about how his evolution as a character was inspirational. How I wanted to be like him, emulate how even though he was terrified of everything, he still showed bravery when it mattered most. And although I didn’t take AP English, that essay got me into the class. It opened up a gateway that I could have taken. 

But then I found out. It was the summer of 2020, after I graduated from high school. JK Rowling had posted tweets outing herself as a TERF, a trans-exclusionary radical feminist. And it was like my world had just crashed down around me. I was still figuring out who I was, whether or not I was a woman, or a man, or somewhere in between. But I knew that I was queer, and I knew that what she had said was wrong. That what she said isolated a massive part of the community that was so important to me. But I didn’t know what to do. 

At first I tried to pretend that I didn’t know about it. That as far as I knew, none of it had happened. But I couldn’t ignore that sting of guilt every time I looked at the copies of the books on my bookshelf. The twisting in my gut every time I got a piece of Harry Potter memorabilia that I once would have been ecstatic to receive. And eventually, I couldn’t swallow it up anymore, and I admitted it. JK Rowling wasn’t the person I thought she had been, and I couldn’t just continue supporting her anymore. But I decided that I wouldn’t support her financially, and I would inform people of her actions. 

But the guilt didn’t go away. If anything it only got worse. If I was so determined to support the people in my community, why wasn’t I willing to give up Harry Potter completely. And finally… I did. Around the time I officially realized and came out as nonbinary, I gave it up. No more Harry Potter in my life, although I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of the books, no matter the guilt. 

As a neurodivergent person, my hyperfixations are important to me. Especially the ones that last my entire life. But I began to really think about it. Is my hyperfixation more important to me than supporting the trans men and women in my community? And for me… I realized it wasn’t. And that’s what gave me the strength to completely give it up. It’s a wound that still hurts. A gaping hole that I don’t think will ever heal over. And pain that mars some of the happiest moments of my childhood. How could someone who had written these books, created this world that made me feel so safe and accepted, turn out to be so hateful? 

Then I began to listen. I heard marginalized voices speak out about the issues that had been in the books all along, issues that I had never noticed. And I began to feel sick. This hadn’t come out of nowhere, this hadn’t just been something no one saw coming. Hatred and bigotry had been a part of these books since the very beginning, I had just been blind to it. The anti-semitism, the racism, the fatphobia, so many more issues that I could never name even if I tried. They’d been in every single book, they’d been staring at me every time I read those books that had been so important to me, but I had never seen it. Because even for all the ways that I’m marginalized, my privilege allowed me to overlook it. To never even notice. To blindly take the theme of the books, the themes of acceptance and fighting against oppression and hate, and never question them for a moment. 

I still need to question and look at the parts of me that were helped to grow by those books, really look and see what of that bigotry rubbed off on me. To question how much of the books I really let affect me. It’s an ongoing process that I need to work on and I am working on. Because those books did so much for me, but they’ve hurt so many people too. While I felt seen and encouraged by those books, other children felt pain and isolation when they read them. 

My neurodivergency is not a shield. I can’t hide behind it and say that just because of it, I can’t give up something I loved because it hurts people. Something I loved was created by a person who actively uses the platform it gave her to hurt people. And I am one of the millions of people who gave her that platform. Some say that we can speak out against JK Rowling while still loving Harry Potter. But JK Rowling herself has said that she sees the continuing support of Harry Potter to be support of her and her views, and that’s something I cannot live with. Harry Potter meant so much to me. And it still means so much to me, but I have turned my back on it forever. It still hurts. And I still feel the urge to give in, to go back to reading Harry Potter, close my eyes, and continue to participate in the fandom. But if I’m going to be the person who I want to be, I can’t. 

Harry Potter was everything to me for most of my life. While I had other hyperfixations that lasted as long, like Star Wars, there was just something about Harry Potter that was different. It gave me a connection to my family, something we could spend time together with. Something we could bond over. But I just can’t close my eyes and pretend like nothing is wrong.

I used to love Harry Potter. And a big part of me still does. But that love is nothing compared to the love I feel for my community. Trans and nonbinary people are in the middle of a genocide. The world is actively trying to wipe us out, and JK Rowling is part of that. If I close my eyes, I will willingly be taking part in the active drive to kill and erase trans people, especially trans women. The active drive to kill and erase people like me. Because while JK Rowling may say she doesn’t want us dead, that’s exactly what she’s doing. She’s knowingly contributing to a cause that is actively wiping us out. And she considers support of Harry Potter to be support of that cause. 

I love my mother. And I owe her so much more than I could ever possibly say or pay back. But she loves Harry Potter. She still loves Harry Potter, even with everything JK Rowling has said and done. I know she supports me, I know she supports trans rights, but it still hurts that she still loves Harry Potter. I know it means a lot to her, and I’m not going to ask her to suddenly stop loving something so important to her. I know I can’t change the behavior of the people around me, and I shouldn’t ask her to give it up. And I’m not going to ask her to. But it still hurts.

[puella-1n-somn10]

Almost done with finals, but I really, really needed to rant.

I know this is a problem with Madoka Magica's purposeful mishandling of its male characters (WHICH I WILL TALK ABOUT LATER), but the way Kyosuke, a literal fucking child, is demonized by both canon and the fandom is beyond sickening.

He was in the hospital for most of his life. He was told in his face that he would never live a normal life by doctors. Those around him only loved him for superficial reason. May I also add that he is, at most, fucking 14? And ya'll treat him worse than those two assholes on the metro?

I am not calling Kyosuke Kamijou a saint, but you have to take his circumstances into account. Heck, the fact that he is not emotionally there at all for anyone as soon as he is healed is an immediate red flag for his safety; yes, he is healed physically, but he still has the trauma to deal with, and I am forever mad that this has never been addressed because, of, oh, he is a dude, and all dudes are like that- gtfo of here with this disgusting take. The portrayal of a symptom of his trauma as HIS FAULT is...ughhhhhh....

Adding on to him "focusing on his violin career"- again, he is 14, and he should be focusing on school, his friends, his life, but, no; he still has doctors up his ass trying to figure out how he was healed so fucking quick and is back to him playing the violin. Has Sayaka ever asked him anything about his day after he was discharged? Has she ever seen him as anything but a violinist?

Was Hitomi the first person ever to see him as an actual person outside the work that his parents have shoved him to?

Kyosuke was done so fucking dirty, and it is one symptom of many in regards to Madoka Magica's inability to strive forwards with its writing. To say that all men are incompetent, they're all emotionless husks, and all girls are required to do the jobs is misogynistic in of itself; it boosts misogyny rather than tackling it head-on. It's literally no different than all these sitcoms where dudes are free to act all childish while their wives are their second moms. This take not only opens the floodgates for TERFs, but also boosts the dehumanization of men of color, which is just heartbreaking especially in the current circumstances of me writing this.

Justice for my kid 2024 and, ffs, study some actual gender sciences Madoka Magica team, because I am tired.

[lizzythekitten12]

Welcome to my nsfw blog!

I'm Lizzy and I'm a 20 years old female with she/her pronouns. I'm currently in my second year of college. I still live with my mom. I love animals, watching series and listening to music💕.

I'm submissive and could not dom even when my life depended on it🤭. Mainly because i just can't get into dom headspace but also because i'm small and weak. I'm only 5'1 ft/157 cm and 65kg/143lb.

I'm single but NOT looking for a relationship/dynamic!!!

I'm just here to explore my kinks, fantasies and have fun.

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INTERESTS:

Pet play/kitten play (collars, leashed), bd/sm, dom/sub dynamic, impact play, hidden public play, degradation, praise, breeding (no pregnancy), cockwarming, role playing, size kink, voice kink, bondage, manhandling, edging, overstimulation, exhibitionism, orgasm denial and teasing, humilation, wax play, choking, free use, object insertion.

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Cutting, hard CNC, scat, puke, vore, noncon, graphic violence, use of the word r*pe, punching, kicking, misogynistic degradation, ageplay, inc3st, raceplay, diapers, feederism, anything to do with feet.

[shakespearean-snape]

Hi there! so glad to see you posting again I like a lot of what you have to say about Snape. I noticed you say a few times tho that your visual headcanon for Snape isn't conventionally attractive and I just wondered if you had any reference of what he looks like in your mind? An actor or other famous person? just someone like that?

I'm just curious how you imagine Snape because I admit I just see Alan Rickman as Snape in my head since I started with the movies as a kid and didn't read the books a few until years later. It always interests me so much when people say they read the books before the movies or read the books with the movies coming out and saw Snape as someone else.

Its ok if you can't think of anyone just thought I'd ask. thx!

Hello!

*waves enthusiastically like an idiot with zero chill*

I get so giddy when someone sends me an ask like this so I hope no one thinks I don't enjoy questions about Snape or my headcanons. As anyone who knows me knows, I think a lot and especially about those things I love so I always have lots of thoughts rolling around in my head I can be positively overeager to share with anyone interested.

So to answer your question, I don't have a specific person pinned down that is 100% like how I picture Snape in my mind but some close candidates would be a young Adrien Brody (which I think is common enough among Snape fans as a choice, right there with Adam Driver these days), obviously the man that JKR based Snape around, John Nettleship, someone like Adarsh Jaikarran as a potential Hogwarts-era and early 20s Snape (even if he is more good-looking than I usually lean, in some pictures he just channels Snape vibes for me quite a bit) and a very young Julian Richings if you've ever seen photos of him in his younger years (I have two here for you so you can see my point a bit, here and here).

Ironically, Julian Richings in the later years of his acting career would probably have been my first choice for a Voldemort fan cast back in the day when any Harry Potter reboot was purely in the realm of the hypothetical (I mean, c'mon, look at this and tell me you can't see it too) but as JKR is an unapologetic anti-feminist/TERF I provide no monetary support to any of her projects including any licensed games, the watching of future reboots or purchasing of future tie-in books in the HP universe, officially licensed HP merchandise, or even by giving traffic to what was formerly Pottermore, etc.

All I bring to the fandom now is my fan theories and love for Snape, which she not only does not benefit from but never seemed entirely at peace with given how the character got away from her and took off. I can't think of a better way to spite someone so utterly spiteful herself than to take the character she was most shocked by people loving in any capacity and celebrate him in every incarnation (gay, bi, trans, ace, autistic, poc, etc.) with my queer, gender-nonconforming little heart while she gets zero money off me for it.

Anyway I hope the visual guide gives you a little more insight into my mind. I've never seen Snape as "ugly" (even when I joke my Snape is "ugly" and I like him that way) but my mental picture of him is of a man whose looks might fall into that unconventionally attractive sphere or what some people call homely. Occasionally I veer off that a bit, as with Adarsh Jaikarran, oh, oh! And also Lee Soo Hyuk, Song Jae-Rim and Kento Yamazaki (ever since I saw him in the live-action Bloody Monday manga series adaptation)!

But yes, my favorite Snape and the Snape I love isn't usually model attractive but also not quite the gargoyle Harry describes (that kid had some ridiculously high standards of beauty tbh, about the only characters he didn't have mentally critical notes on their appearance was the unnamed Veela, Fleur, and Narcissa Malfoy so yeah he totally thought "Draco's mom has got it going on..." Lol!) but somewhere in that "unconventional" categorization of attractive which I feel really suits a man who so often defies easy categorization in general.

(Excuse all the edits. After I gave a few examples more started hitting me and I was like ohhhhh I should have shared them, why didn't I think to share them? So I may come back and make more edits throughout the day, no promises I won't! Lol)