#Play The Game and the politics and everything right

[strayheartless]

If kingdom hearts characters could swear:

Sora: Can swear, does swear. Knows there’s a time and a place for swearing and the hundred acre wood is not the time nor the place.

Riku: can swear, chooses not to unless he’s mad and/or frustrated.

Kairi: swears A LOT. Like it’s impressive how many she knows.

Roxas: swears about as much as Sora but is more likely to drop an F bomb in front of Winnie the Pooh by accident.

Xion: she can but she doesn’t. Doesn’t really find it appealing to swear. She prefers yelling creative insults.

Axel: swears like punctuation. Tries to tone it down in polite company and fails.

Isa: deep, resounding, Geralt of Rivia style “fuck” when he’s inconvenienced.

Terra: doesn’t often swear but it’s not shocking to hear him mutter “gods fucking damn it” when something’s going wrong.

Aqua: dry sarcastic swearing that makes everyone else feel stupid.

Ventus: him? Swear?! He is a little lad! A child! No no, he could never! How does one even approach such a vulgar lexicon! “Fuuuuuuu…dge. No that’s not right. Shhhhhhhiiiiuuuuggger. Hm, nope. Basssssst friend! Ahhhhh” he cannot and does not swear. If Ventus is swearing, everything’s gone to shit and people need to start praying.

Vanitas: has said fuck in front of Winnie the Pooh many times. So many he is now banned from trips to 100AW.

Naminé: you’d think she can’t or wouldn’t, but both Xion and Riku have heard her mutter “what is this shit? Come on hand, play the fucking game” while she’s drawing.

[baekhyunsbestie]

⟢ : N 2 DEEP !?

BABY THAT P*SSY WAS

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ SO WORTH THE WAIT!

I WASN'T IN LOVE WITH

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ NONE OF THEM ANYWAY!

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★ content: 18+/mdni. 3.4k+ words. baekhyun’s pov. baekhyun x virgin f!reader. ex-playboy!baekhyun. yandere!baekhyun. pet names: baby, angel, sweetheart, etc. also calls you his good girl <3333333 literally just pwp!! fingering + oral (fem receiving). virginity loss. p in v. breeding kink. bulge kink. creampies (baek's got breeder balls). overstimulation. raw juseyoooooo <3

i used to be a different man.

selfish. reckless. untouchable.

i lived for the chase, for the thrill, for the fleeting satisfaction of a conquest already won before the game even began. the night always ended the same—someone pressed against me, lips searching, hands wandering, desperate to be the one i wouldn’t forget.

but i always forgot.

because none of it mattered.

i had everything—looks, charm, a reputation that did all the work for me. doors opened before i even knocked. women sought me out, fingers grazing my skin before i could learn their names, their lips curving into coy smiles as they whispered empty promises in my ear.

they wanted to be wanted.

they wanted to tame me.

and for a while, i let them believe it was possible. let them think they were different, let them pretend they meant something.

but they never did.

because i never stayed.

i played the game, flashing lazy smirks, murmuring all the right words at all the right moments. i gave just enough to keep them coming back, just enough to make them believe there was something real buried underneath it all.

but there wasn’t.

love was just a pretty lie people told themselves so they wouldn’t feel alone.

then she came along.

the first girl who didn’t look at me like i was something to win. the first girl to look at me like i was an actual fucking person.

she was different from the moment i met her—poised, careful, untouchable in a way that made my fingers itch with the need to unravel her.

she didn’t lean in when i spoke. didn’t soften under the weight of my gaze. didn’t lower her walls just because i smiled at her.

she wasn’t impressed.

and fuck, that made me want her more.

but she was cautious. too cautious.

when i stepped closer, she took a step back. when i spoke, she met my eyes but kept her distance. she wasn’t rude—she was polite, measured, controlled in a way that told me she had already heard the stories.

she knew who i was.

what i was.

and she wanted nothing to do with me.

i should have walked away. found someone easier. someone who wouldn’t make my chest ache with frustration and longing.

but i couldn’t.

i wanted her. no—i needed her.

for the first time in my life, i chased.

and god, i chased hard.

i stopped looking at other women, stopped entertaining the attention that used to thrill me. stopped indulging in meaningless touches, in flirtation that never led anywhere real.

none of it mattered.

not if it wasn’t her.

so i waited.

for months, i played the long game. carefully. intentionally. i let her set the pace, let her keep her distance, let her watch me until she was ready to believe that i meant it.

and when she finally did—when she finally let me in—

i fell.

harder. deeper. completely.

and now, when she looks up at me with those wide, trusting eyes, her body trembling beneath mine, offering me the one thing she’s never given anyone else, i know—

she’s mine.

there’s no walking away now. no pretending this is something casual, something temporary.

because this? this is everything.

she is everything.

her skin is warm beneath my lips, trembling ever so slightly as i kiss my way down her body. every little shiver, every breathy sigh—i drink them in, savor them. she’s so sensitive, so responsive, it makes my stomach tighten with something primal, something possessive.

she doesn’t even know.

doesn’t know what she does to me, how long i’ve been waiting, craving, aching for this moment. she’s stretched out beneath me, bare, untouched, soft in a way that makes my teeth grind and my blood run hot. she’s mine, even if she doesn’t understand it yet.

her hands fist the sheets, her chest rising and falling in shaky, uneven breaths. she’s nervous. i can feel the tension in her thighs, the way her body trembles slightly under my touch.

“baby,” i murmur, smoothing my hands down her sides, slow and careful, feeling the way her stomach flutters beneath my touch. “are you sure?”

she nods, but i see the hesitation flickering in her gaze, the uncertainty in the way she swallows hard, like she’s trying to work up the courage to say it out loud.

so i guide her.

i catch her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up, forcing her to look at me.

“tell me,” i say softly, my thumb brushing along the curve of her jaw.

her lips part, but no words come out.

“sweetheart,” i whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, my voice gentle, firm, steady. “if you’re not ready, we don’t have to—”

“i am.”

her voice is quiet but certain, her fingers tightening around my arms like she’s afraid i might pull away.

“i want to do this. with you. i want you, baekhyun.”

fuck.

i exhale slowly, pressing my forehead against hers, breathing her in.

“i’ve waited so long for you,” i murmur, tracing my fingers over her collarbone, watching the way her pulse flutters beneath my touch.

she exhales shakily, hands sliding up my chest, warm and tentative.

“yeah? for how long?”

“since the first night i met you.”

her breath catches. “b-but i—”

“hah, i know,” i chuckle, cutting her off, my lips ghosting over hers. “you didn’t want anything to do with me, huh?”

she swallows, looking guilty, but i kiss her before she can apologize.

“you were right to be cautious,” i murmur against her lips. “but i changed for you, sweetheart. i waited for you. i’d do it again if it meant i could have you like this. all to myself.”

her hands cup my face, her thumbs brushing over my cheekbones, and for a moment, she just looks at me.

searching.

memorizing.

and i let her see everything.

the devotion.

the patience.

the undeniable, unshakable truth that she belongs to me now.

she trusts me.

and i'll fucking die before i break that trust.

so when i spread her open, pressing my lips between her thighs, i take my time.

i let her feel every slow, deliberate touch, every lingering kiss, every whispered praise.

she’s already trembling, body pliant under my hands, her thighs twitching where they frame my shoulders. warm, soft, dripping for me, waiting. she doesn’t even realize how far gone she is, how much i’ve unraveled her already.

“so fuckin’ wet for me, sweetheart—so fuckin’ sweet,” i murmur, voice thick, heavy with heat. my tongue flicks against her, teasing, coaxing, savoring.

a sharp gasp escapes her lips, her fingers tangling in my hair, trying to push me closer, trying to pull me away—she doesn’t know what she wants anymore.

i groan into her, drunk on the slick coating my lips, my chin, my fingers. “shh,” i soothe, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, holding her down as she squirms beneath me. “just relax, love. lemme take care of you.”

she’s still trembling when i slide a finger inside her, feeling her tense, feeling the way her walls clutch around me, untested and impossibly tight.

“breathe, angel,” i whisper, my free hand smoothing over her stomach, pressing down lightly, making her feel every motion, every stretch. “you’re doing so well.”

she whimpers, a broken sound, her hands fisting the sheets. overwhelmed. drowning.

“hey,” i murmur, my tone firm, commanding, anchoring her. “look at me, baby.”

her eyes find mine, wide, unfocused, wrecked.

“ya feel that?” i breathe, curling my fingers just right, stroking that spot that has her back arching off the bed. she lets out a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around my head. “that's how you’re gonna feel when i fuck ya full of my cock.”

she trembles, gripping at my arms, teetering on the edge, fighting the stretch but craving more.

i press another kiss to her clit before pulling back, watching her.

she looks ruined—flushed, panting, trembling, her lips swollen from biting them too hard.

and i haven’t even started.

“want you to count for me, angel,” i instruct, pressing my fingers deeper inside her, twisting them just enough to make her whine.

“h-huh?”

i smirk, dragging my tongue up her slit, flicking against her clit before pulling back. “every time you cum, i want ya to count. think ya can do that for me?”

she nods, but i grip her thigh, making her gasp.

“words, baby.”

“y-yes,” she stutters, already breathless. “i can.”

“that’s my good girl,” i praise, before sealing my mouth over her again, sucking her clit into the heat of my tongue.

she thrashes, moaning, pulling at my hair as i work her open, fucking her with my fingers, curling just right, coaxing, dragging, pulling her under.

“baek—i—oh my god—fuck!” her words dissolve into broken sobs, her body tensing, her orgasm slamming into her, making her shake apart beneath me.

“one,” i murmur against her soaked skin, kissing her clit as she writhes.

but i don’t stop.

i don’t give her time to recover before i press my tongue against her again, relentless, insatiable.

“too much—” she chokes out, but her body betrays her, hips grinding into my face, chasing more.

“mm, mm, baby,” i groan, fucking my fingers into her deeper, letting her feel it, letting her drown in it. “’m not stoppin’ ‘til i hear ya count again.”

she sobs, her thighs trembling, but she can’t resist me, can’t fight the way i make her feel, can’t stop the next wave from crashing over her.

“t-two,” she gasps, barely a whisper.

i smirk, dragging my tongue slow and deep over her folds.

“good girl. now gimme another.”

i pull her back in, take her apart again, and again, and again.

by the time she hits four, she’s shaking so hard she can barely breathe, her voice breaking on my name, her body helpless, pliant, wrecked beneath me.

i finally pull back, wiping my chin with the back of my hand, watching her struggle to open her eyes, her chest heaving, her skin flushed all over.

“you okay, angel?” i murmur, brushing her damp hair back from her face.

she barely manages a nod, eyes glazed, lips parted, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.

i hover over her, pressing soft kisses along her jaw, her temple, her lips—reassuring her, grounding her.

“you did so well,” i praise, kissing her softly, gently, letting her feel just how much i adore her.

but then i press my cock against her entrance, dragging the thick head through the mess i made of her.

“now,” i whisper, voice dark with intent. i let the tip of my cock drag through the slick mess between her thighs, teasing her, pressing against her entrance but not pushing in yet. her breath stutters, her hips instinctively rolling up, chasing friction.

so desperate already. so easy to ruin.

“let’s see if ya can count for me again.”

her eyes flutter open, glazed over, unfocused. her lips are swollen, bruised, parted as she pants, barely catching her breath from how i’ve already wrung her out. but she’s still hungry for more. she’s still gripping at my arms, still trembling beneath me, waiting for me to give it to her.

“this is the part where you tell me if you want to stop,” i murmur, even though i already know she won’t.

she doesn’t hesitate.

“i don’t want you to stop.”

mine.

fucking mine.

the second i push in, i know i’m fucked.

not just in the way i’m used to—not in that fleeting, skin-deep, feel-good-for-a-moment kind of way. this is different. she is different. and the way she’s clenching around me, the way she’s looking at me like i’m the only person in the world—i’m done for.

i’ve had plenty before. too many to count. never cared to remember. i’ve fucked for the sake of fucking, for release, for the thrill of it. but this? this isn’t just sex. this is something i need. something i’ll never be able to forget, even if i wanted to.

she’s so tight, so warm, gripping me like she was made for me, and the thought alone nearly sends me over the edge. no one’s ever felt like this before. no one’s ever been like this before.

i watch her face, see every little change—the way her brows pinch, her lips part, her breath stutters. i know it’s her first time, and fuck, the thought of being the first and only makes something primal claw at my insides. i have to breathe through it, force myself to stay in control, because all i want to do is claim. mark her, ruin her, make sure she never forgets this either.

“you okay?” i rasp, voice rough, strained. i don’t even realize how hard i’m gripping her hips until i see the way my fingers dig into her skin.

she nods, lips trembling just slightly. “y-yeah. i’m good, baby. it’s okay, keep going.”

i press in deeper, slow, deliberate, letting her feel every inch. her nails bite into my arms, her thighs tense around me, and fuck, she’s taking me so well. too well. i can’t think straight. i can’t fucking breathe.

“so fuckin’ perfect,” i murmur, my forehead dropping against hers. my heart’s hammering in my chest, my pulse racing, but it’s not just from how good she feels—it’s her. it’s the way she looks at me, the way she trusts me, the way i know—i know—i can never go back after this.

she gasps, her nails digging into my back, legs wrapping around me to hold me there, like she needs me to fill every inch of her.

i kiss her temple, soothing her even as she clenches around me, whispering into her skin.

“breathe, baby,” i murmur, stroking her hair back, kissing her cheek, her jaw. “you’re doing so well. it’s okay. you can let me in.”

i go slow.

soft kisses. whispered encouragement. steady hands keeping her safe.

when i bottom out, when she takes all of me, i groan against her lips, my arms tightening around her.

“baekhyun,” she whispers, voice trembling, wrecked, drowning in me. “y'feel so—hah—so good.”

“oh, yeah? so do you, baby,” i breathe, rolling my hips, slow but deliberate, savoring the way she clenches down on me. fuck, she’s tight—gummy walls hugging my cock, gripping me like a fucking vice. like she doesn’t want to let me go.

like she couldn’t even if she tried.

it’s taking everything in me not to lose it, not to fuck her too hard, not to fill her up right here and now.

“you’re mine, baby,” i murmur against her lips, voice thick with need. i slide a hand up, cradling her cheek, my thumb tracing her lips. “you’re doing so well.”

her breath stutters, breaking into a moan as she tries to adjust, fingers dragging down my back, pressing her nails into my skin. she’s trusting me, giving me everything.

“that’s it,” i praise, voice soft but firm, kissing her temple, the corner of her mouth, anywhere i can reach.

when she starts moving with me, when she stops fighting it, stops trying to hold herself back—

i reward her.

“so, so good for me,” i murmur, kissing her deep, swallowing her little cries as i thrust into her, rolling my hips slow, deep. “so fuckin’ perfect, baby. taking me so well.”

her legs tighten around me, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me in, keeping me there.

“god, i fuckin' love you,” i rasp, the confession slipping past my lips, raw and unfiltered.

she whimpers, pulling me closer, chest to chest, breath mingling with mine.

“i love you, too, baby,” she gasps, voice shaking, wrecked.

then—

“hah—sh-shit, baek. you’re s-so big,” she whimpers, head tilting back. “i can feel you right here.”

her trembling hand presses against her lower stomach.

and i see it.

the thick outline of my cock bulging through, stretching her open, proof of how fucking deep i am.

and it fucking breaks me.

“holy shit—” i groan, something primal snapping inside me as my hips snap forward, pounding into her, fucking her harder, rougher.

her cry is sharp, breathless, her fingers curling into the sheets as she takes it, lets me chase my release, lets me ruin her.

“nngghh—fuck, baby,” i pant, dropping my head to her shoulder, my teeth grazing her skin before biting down, leaving a deep mark against her collarbone. “gonna fuckin’ cum—gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

i spill inside her, my body locking up as i empty myself, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her.

but i don’t stop.

my cock is still throbbing, still rock-hard, still buried deep inside her, and she flinches when i pull back just enough to thrust in again.

“b-baekhyun—i can’t!” she gasps, nails digging into my arms, her body shaking from how sensitive she is.

i groan, grinding deeper, my forehead dropping against hers.

“shh, baby,” i whisper, pressing kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her swollen lips. “you can take it. i know ya can.”

she whimpers, body arching into mine, her walls fluttering around me, already on the verge of another orgasm.

“ya feel that, baby?” i rasp, pressing my palm over her stomach, feeling myself inside her. “that’s all me.”

i shift, angling my hips just right, and she cries out, her head tilting back, her throat exposed, body trembling beneath me. her nails rake down my arms, dragging over my back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. marking me. claiming me. and fuck, it only fuels me.

makes me want to give her more.

makes me want to fuck her so good she doesn’t just feel me now, but tomorrow. for days.

her back arches off the bed, hips lifting to meet every deep, controlled thrust, chasing it, needing it. and i give it to her, steady and deliberate, my cock pulsing inside her, my body working hers open all over again.

“gonna fill ya up again, sweetheart,” i groan, voice hoarse, raw with hunger. “gonna take care of you. you want that, right?”

“yes, baek! fuck—wanna milk you dry. wanna have your babies,” she moans, her voice breaking against my lips, her legs tightening around me, keeping me locked in, keeping me buried so deep i can barely think straight.

and fuck—hearing her say it, hearing how filthy she sounds, how much she wants this, wants me—it nearly unravels me right there.

i could cum from that alone.

but i want to cum with her this time.

want to fuck it back into her while she arches her back, while she moans against my lips like she’s singing for me, like every sound she makes is meant for me and me only.

“that’s it, baby,” i whisper, my lips brushing over hers, coaxing, guiding, leading her exactly where i want her. “just let go. let me have you.”

and she does.

she falls apart beneath me, her body tensing, her walls fluttering, squeezing me tight—too tight—like she’s trying to pull me deeper, drag me under with her. her moans crack into sobs, her thighs trembling as the pleasure overtakes her completely, raw and overwhelming.

“f-five,” she gasps, the word barely leaving her lips, her body still wracked with aftershocks.

but i’m not done.

i grip her thighs, pushing them up, pressing them against her chest, folding her into a mating press, my body caging hers in.

her breath catches.

her eyes go wide.

she’s already sensitive, already on the edge of breaking all over again.

“one more, baby,” i rasp, grinding into her, rolling my hips slow, deep, making sure she feels every thick inch of me pressing into her, filling her to the brim.

she whimpers, fingers clawing at my forearms like she’s holding on for dear life.

“can ya do that for me?” i murmur, kissing her lips, her cheek, her throat. “one more, love. i know ya can.”

she nods frantically, lost in it, lost in me, in the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming pressure of it all.

“words, sweetheart,” i remind her, pushing in deeper, making her sob.

“y-yes,” she cries, voice shaking, already on the brink. “i can—i can—”

her body locks up, every muscle tightening as she clenches down around me, hard, her whole frame trembling, her moans dissolving into desperate, breathless cries as she cums again—one last time.

and when i feel her tip over the edge, when i feel her walls tighten around me like she’s trying to take every last drop—

i don’t hold back.

“shit—” i groan, my hips snapping forward, burying myself to the hilt, grinding deep as i spill inside her, filling her up just like i promised.

hot, thick ropes of my release coat her walls, my cock pulsing with every shuddering breath, every sharp inhale, my body trembling from the sheer force of it.

but i don’t move right away.

i let her feel it. feel me.

feel the way i stretch her full, how i keep her stuffed, plugged up, making sure not a single drop escapes—like her body was made to take me, to keep me.

she’s still trembling, still pulsing around me, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants as the aftershocks ripple through her. i stay inside, refusing to pull away, letting her feel every inch of me even as her body melts into the mattress, boneless, ruined, perfect.

i press lazy kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth—soft, slow, reverent.

“mine,” i murmur, voice thick with possession, my fingers threading through her damp hair, smoothing it back. i stroke gentle patterns into her skin, grounding her, anchoring her to me as she drifts, her lashes fluttering, lips parted, body completely spent.

“always,” i whisper, sealing my promise with one last kiss.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ i think this helped me get me outta my lil writing slump :') hope u guys like it n got pregnant from it!!! i know i sure as hell did!! ​but also???? writing in his pov was soooo much fun omg!!!! made me wish i had a dick omg i’d b unstoppable 😭 as always, lmk what u think hehe 💗💖💗💞🩷💝💘💝💗

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[chimuelo2005-blog]

Mel Merdada is not cold, she's Noxian.

I've recently watched Arcane, and one of the characters that fascinates me the most is Mel—partly because of how complex she is, but also because she’s surprisingly easy to understand once you recognize where she comes from.

A lot of people say she’s manipulative and heartless, but I think that ignores a huge part of who she is: Mel is Noxian, and that means something.

Noxus isn’t just a “might makes right” society; it’s utilitarian to its core. Strength isn’t just about who can swing the biggest sword—it’s about efficiency, about making sure that power is in the hands of those who will make the most out of it, who will actually do something with it. And that’s exactly how Mel operates. She doesn’t manipulate Jayce for fun or just to climb the political ladder—she does it because she sees potential in him, and in true Noxian fashion, she believes that potential needs to be refined, sharpened, and used for something greater.

Does she care about Jayce? Yeah, I think she does, in her own weird way. But love, sentimentality, those things come second to purpose. If she had to choose between holding onto Jayce’s hand or pushing him toward something bigger than himself, she’d push. Every. time. Because that’s what she was raised to do. Her mother literally exiled her for being too soft, too sentimental, and if nothing else, that tells you everything about how Mel learned to navigate the world.

And then there’s Viktor. People point out that she barely acknowledges him, but like… of course she doesn’t. It’s not about cruelty, it’s about relevance. Viktor’s goals, his entire purpose, is rooted in Zaun and in personal innovation. Mel isn’t interested in science; she’s interested in power. Jayce represents something that can be shaped into a force that changes Piltover and beyond. Viktor? He’s on a completely different trajectory, one that doesn’t align with hers. There’s nothing for her to invest in there.

Mel’s not heartless. She’s just playing a different game than everyone else, and she’s like, so good at it, that people mistake strategy for coldness.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

ramblings about the nonsense today that I didn’t think I have strong opinions on but am now feeling like spitting out to contextualize idk it’s under a cut for a reason

(In other words, nonsense about media and politics and discourse to reiterate that everything is a distraction and don’t let internet outrage get you down or pull your focus from what is really happening)

First of all, I resent being presented with any of this information about football and its participants in the first place MY LIFE WAS SO MUCH QUIETER BEFORE ARGH. (Kidding) (Well kinda not lol.)

OK here’s the deal: I frame my feelings in two ways, personal and contextual, and spoiler alert, they are directly opposed.

Personally, as an individual answering a singular question, I thought Travis gave a lousy answer. In a time where the US is openly descending into fascism, with the Despot in Chief hollowing the country out from the inside at breakneck speed, even a “respect the office of the presidency” type answer annoys me, especially coming from a privileged white man, even though I understand it in theory (if we weren’t living in fascist times). Do I think Travis voted for or even likes the man? Absolutely not. Do I think a “what a privilege to play in front of the president no matter who he is” type of answer is harmful in these times? Yes. Do I think there are other ways he could have side stepped the question without unfortunately sounding like he was placating a wannabe dictator? You betcha.

Guess what, I was also frustrated with (actually infuriated at) his answer about Butker last summer. Ultimately, his keep-the-peace answers to these issues reek of extreme white male privilege because of course, he’s not a person who’s ever going to be harmed by these policies. These answers are ignorant and speak to a larger dismissal of the severity of the meaning behind these words.

But here’s the thing: what I think doesn’t matter; what I feel has no impact on this person’s life nor does what they do on mine. They are free to say what they want, and nobody online, least of all me, has any right to infringe on that. Just because I personally don’t agree as an individual response doesn’t mean they aren’t free to feel the way they do or express themselves the way they do as long as it’s respectful.

NOW THAT THAT IS OUT OF THE WAY.

Contextually, his answer makes a lot of sense. And I’m not saying I like it or agree with it or am excusing it. Because I don’t, I wish he’d had a different response, one more measured. (Not the least reason being to avoid such discourse.) What I’m saying is that nothing exists in a vacuum, and that while nothing justifies the placating (and I’m not trying to… This isn’t my fight, they’re not my words), there are reasons around it that at least make it understandable for someone like him.

And that context is that the Despot in Chief always seeks to inflict maximum chaos, especially now. It’s in the fascist handbook. He’s trying to enrage and distract to pillage with impunity, while also being reminded of his own self-importance. He wants to do whatever the fuck he wants. And this stunt with going to the Super Bowl as a sitting president is part of that: he wants to lord his power around, he WANTS the attention of going to the game and having all eyes on him, he wants the chaos of the security measures that will need to be in place for him, and most importantly for the purposes of this tempest in a teapot, he wants people talking about him.

He wants people to come after him, so he can bully his way into “owning” them. He’s spoiling for a fight.

And unsurprisingly, the media is playing right into it, because, obviously.

The media doing these junkets during the Super Bowl ask outrageous questions of the players as a matter of course, trying to get a good sound bite for their stories. And obviously the Despot’s upcoming attendance plays right into that. Instead of seeing right through it, of course they’re going to use it to goad players into an answer. The only thing that will get more clicks than asking players in the Super Bowl what their quirky pregame superstition is or whether they’re allowed to have sex before a game or whatever is asking them what they think of the most controversial president in history watching them do it.

In other words, they’re fishing for a controversy for headlines.

And what they’re looking for specifically is one of two scenarios, largely: either players who bend the knee, or even better, ones who come out strong against the president. The first will flatter, the second will draw rage. Which will draw attention.

I’d wager that most of these organizations don’t want to draw that kind of attention in either direction, for the most part— even the ones whose values align with the Despot’s. Coasting in a relatively neutral/placating stance is the path of least resistance. It’s not necessarily the right (or righteous) one, to be clear, but it’s the one that allows everyone to mostly just get through the day.

Within the current climate, though, it’s even more loaded, because te Despot in Chief is also demonstrably keen to use his position and resources in office to go after people. The cruelty is always the point, and he is always looking for a new target. He also has a cult of armed followers who will demonstrably commit crimes, including undertaking violent acts, in his name.

And not to make everything about Taylor, but Taylor is undoubtedly on his hit list, and he’s looking for the first opportunity to set his sights on her. For instance, he used the White House’s official account to go after Selena Gomez last week after she posted a video about the plight of migrants. That is not nothing; that is a shot across the bow. That is a threat, even if it seems like internet nonsense. It’s the beginnings of political retaliation against private citizens for speaking out, let alone those who may actually be taking actions to fight. There will assuredly be more threats like this in the future.

So Taylor, the most famous woman in the world at the moment, a billionaire in her own right, a woman who moves world economies and whose words reach millions, is everything he hates in an opponent. And on top of that, she has made her opinion known that she hates him. It’s everything he can’t stand, and he’s just waiting for new fodder to use to go after her, the way he has Selena, the way he will countless others in the coming weeks and months.

So any answer that Travis would give indicating he was displeased with the president’s attendance would play right into that. And who knows, maybe Travis really doesn’t care that the president is there— maybe he is glad. I’d like to hope not, given his curt answer about the Kanye question which shows how he feels about someone else who has threatened Taylor, but you know, I’m not him, and I’m not here to analyze or defend him.

The other factor in all this is that Taylor has legitimate and increasingly serious security threats against her, both the ones we know about or can infer and I’m sure far more we will never know about. We got a glimpse into it in Vienna, and it’s been evident in so many ways since her endorsement of the Dem ticket in the fall. We know it’s a factor into why she hadn’t gone to away games all season. We can visibly see an increased security presence around her at public events which I’m sure is a fraction of that which we don’t see. There’s that bit by the analyst today who detailed the security measures around Taylor just to attend that baseball game in the fall. The implication is that there are also threats against her on a regular basis that are directly spurred on by the politics she’s chosen to share, which are opposed to those of the president’s and his followers who are primed to act. (Let’s also not forget that the Despot’s head crony also publicly threatened to impregnate her and the violent implications thereof.)

So bringing all of this together: you have Travis who is asked a leading question by media that is primed to play into the Despot’s attention-seeking behaviour because it also serves their stakeholders’ priorities. (E.g. more clicks/eyeballs on their content.) He is also probably been given a script by his organization’s PR team to avoid as much controversy as possible. And unlike anyone else on the podium, he has a partner at home who is in the crosshairs of the most powerful man in the country who is already under considerable pressure on a normal day, let alone in these trying times.

(Yes, she is incredibly privileged herself, I know this. But that doesn’t mean her safety isn’t threatened as a result of her position.)

I have no idea if the answer he gave is actually what he believes as an individual. Maybe he does truly not mind the Despot in Chief���s attendance and does think it’s an honour. (Again, I’d tend to doubt it, if not for political reasons then at least for how the president and his cronies have threatened his soon-to-be wife partner publicly, based on his reaction to others.) Or maybe he does truly just want to toe the party line and not rock the boat with his team. But I would wager that when it comes down to it, his priority is Taylor’s safety, and that like most people, he’d do whatever he could to keep his loved one safe to the extent of his abilities. And if that means pissing off an army of chronically online TwitterWarrior5697s in order to spare his family the wrath of a vindictive political figure with the weight of the highest office in the land and his own militia behind him, I would also bet he gives absolutely zero fucks.

I’m not saying this is some altruistic gesture or totally justifiable or likable. What I’m saying is that these situations are so charged and we’re in unprecedented times where there are going to be more and more situations where this kind of mental calculus is going to be involved in what opinions you can share. TwitterUser5697 can tell the president fuck off or say that the fucking hate that the president is coming to watch the Super Bowl. Hell, Player 78 from Team Sports Ball can maybe even say he’s embarrassed to play in front of the president and might get some backlash that will quickly be forgotten in the next news cycle once they win a trophy. Taylor Swift’s soon-to-be husband Boyfriend is in a different boat, because what he does ends up implicating her. He might never say her name in the conversation, but his firmly standing against the president means a greater risk to his family’s safety, and while some may believe that trade off is worth it or righteous, we’re ultimately not the ones in that position.

So the TL;DR is that this nothingburger of a quote is really like the confluence of celebrity, media and politics. A boneheaded answer on the surface actually speaks to a whole system in place around it that both drives it and twists it into a much deeper issue. And the reason why I wrote this long winded post about something I did not care about ten hours ago is because this kind of media and political literacy is going to be SO important, now more than ever, in the coming weeks and months and years, given everything that is happening in government, in media and online. People need to understand how social media platforms are going to be used to enrage and distract from the real issues at play, and learn how to parse what’s really happening.

The fascist handbook is to distract by throwing as much shit at the wall while they pillage. The Despot in Chief going to the Super Bowl is exactly part of that because it’s meant to draw a reaction. And he wants someone to fight him so her can fight back and prove he can “win”. (Look at the posturing over the tariffs with Canada and Mexico this weekend where he scored an “deal”… Which is exactly what was already in place.) And the media is playing right into it by asking players about him. So sure, roll your eyes at your fave’s fave’s conciliatory answer, but the real issue is what the Despot is doing to distract and pull attention in the media, and what that often is is finding another celebrity feud while he has his cronies do whatever the fuck they are with no one to stop them. Meanwhile, they’re also threatening private citizens with the weight of the White House accounts and will keep doing so as long as all the checks and balances of the democratic process are dismantled.

The personal is political, but the political is personal, and everyone needs to weigh these things for their own survival, including billionaire pop stars and their millionaire partners. Don’t let online discourse that will amount to nothing but noise in 48 hours distract you from what the people in positions of power of what you see are trying to hide from you. It’s all connected. I’m begging people to stop reading into an offhand comment by a football player and focus on the person who is driving the reaction in the first place, because that is where the real ire should be directed.

*also I know I’m joking about Taylor and Travis’ relationship status here but it’s actually vital to understand, because the seriousness of their relationship is exactly why they’re both at risk in these situations. And these people are going to use that relationship to get at both of them by poking them like this. Travis isn’t just a football player in the big game, he’s an individual man whose beloved life partner can be put under threat by his actions, even in one as innocuous as a sound bite for his big game. I absolutely don’t use the familial terms lightly actually. It’s a signifier of motivation and the things at stake in this calculus for the people involved if you catch my drift.

[auguryofjellyfish]

I've been rewatching tetro from chap 1 and to absolutely no one's surprise....I have some more hasemura thoughts....shocker.

but first, Harada's student spotlight makes me want to get on my knees and thank everything that's holy for Hasegawa's and Watari's interviews, cause that was....HHHmmm....God Damn.

anyway, more about why Ken was so comfortable with Kamimura. I know all this stuff has been said before and is definitely obvious to every single person ever. still.

so, with Kamimura, there's no ambiguity, no jumping through hoops, no mind games. if he dislikes you, if you're pissing him off, he won't hesitate before letting you know (if he doesn't feel you could be a legitimate threat to him). same with when he likes you. you'll know by how he's more lenient with you (basically preferential treatment). then he'll still insult you to your face, for fun. he'll say the exact same fucked up thing you're thinking about but wouldn't dare to say out loud. he won't provoke people for the sake of it, he's not stupid, he knows when to shut up and keep to himself, but at his most natural state, he can't be assed about decorum...(as Ken said...no filter!!) ...and that's why you'll always have at least a general idea of where you stand with him. Kamimura's directness permitted Ken to be more straightforward as well. that's why they immediately feel like old friends on day 1- they just went straight to Realness.

I'm on [Night Visit] right now and this EPISODE…Isono's playing mental 4D chess and Ken's so uncomfortable. I know why she wasn't being direct, people in general, but girls specifically are socialized to be as obfuscating as possible, especially when it comes to communicating their wants and needs. I do not fault her AT ALL, she was just trying to protect herself. Ken understood it too somewhat, but he clearly doesn't want to play such (also specifically het) games. but, I'm sure…if she'd just dropped the pretense and was real with him, he'd be a thousand times more receptive… and then, there comes Kamimura, saying the unspoken out loud, casually bringing the hidden meaning to light, and thus validating Ken's perception and feelings. indirectly confirming: "no, this was really happening, you're not reaching."

it's just so goddamn refreshing...Kamimura's not an exactly an open book, but he doesn't tend to hide behind politeness, double and triple meanings, behind flowery words, if he wants to say something, he'll just say it straight. that automatically takes off TONS of mental load for anyone interacting with him. it makes it easier...

it was so good to listen to them being comfy....especially after having to listen to Harada stutter and backpedal 50 times during one conversation. My Man. Just... why. Stop It. just say what you think, you ...don't ...arrggh...have to come back on... every ...single ...word ...you ...say....! *falls dead on the ground*

either way. I miss Kamimura. I miss him so much.

[redhypno13]

Let’s take a moment to let all the stresses of the day pass. They’re not a part of you. They aren’t yours. Take a deep breath, and allow them to go. They’re like bad friends whom have left the party early. Such a relief. It’s good to see them leave.

With every breath you can breathe in peace, and exhale the stress. Take a moment and close your eyes if you like. Allow yourself to reach a place of serenity. Because as you read these words there is no judgement, no political hoops to jump through. No games, just the moment.

You can begin to notice, your feet, and whether they need to relax more. Then your calves. Continue going up your body until you reach the top of your head. So many burdens are held in the body. And you can notice, now, where your body needs a release.

No doubt by the time you’ve found this post you’ve been rubbing your pretty cunnie. Horny, and needy. And however you were when you found this post, is the right way for you.

Just as I imagine my masculinity increases like sand in the bottom of an hourglass, you can imagine,

Your femininity also increases. The grains of sand falling one atop the other. Building you up.

Before you found this post you were on a journey. And if you’re like me, there were times where you had struggles. When life was unfair, unjust.

Take a moment to experience how that memory feels. Perhaps there is a feeling in your body. A weightiness. Perhaps you feel a color or sensation. You may remember the feeling of the clothes you wore. The place you were. Maybe there was a song that was playing. Take a moment and allow yourself to notice, that this memory is not you. There are plenty of times where you’ve laughed, and had joy. Times when things were easy, or you had successes. Reflect on that good feeling, now.

And you can know that all struggles must pass. Every seven years we have a completely new body. Our cells multiply, and replace dead cells. And you are a completely new person than who you were so long ago. And just like the new cells replacing the old, you can know, now, that good feelings can replace bad ones.

It’s natural. It’s safe. To let go, of who you used to be, if it’s no longer serving you.

If I were in your shoes I’m sure I’d feel the same. And what I’ve found is I can put down my burdens, and seek new experiences. New pleasures. And however you need to feel pleasure is the right way for you.

As you read these words you can now shift your mind towards new pleasures. Whether you take your hand and begin to rub again, you hump a pillow, or you use a favorite toy, you can do that now.

You’re safe with me, as you read these words.

How good would it feel to be in my arms? Grinding your pretty wet cunt into my hard cock. Your whole body shifting away from the old, to fully experience this moment. It feels so good to have you grinding into me. Your soft cunt sliding across my cock, and gently applying pressure to my balls. So good. You feel so good.

You can notice, now, your desperation to have my cock inside of you increases. To feel yourself stretch around my perfect cock. To have my hand on your tits, your throat, or your hips as you grind into me.

My eyes stare deeply into yours because I know how much you want me. My cock slips into your wet cunt so easily. It feels so good to be feminine. Taking the cock of a man. Being good, and receptive. The way your body moves as you ride my cock is beautiful. Taking me deeper and deeper. Filling you up.

Everything feels so right. This is what you were made for. This moment. Your pace begins to increase as you become increasingly enveloped by the pleasure. It feels so good to be taken. To be a woman fully wrapped around a man. And it feels so good to be deep inside your cunt. My cunt.

Just as it feels so good to know you’re rubbing yourself to me.

You’re such a good girl for taking my cock the way you do. Providing all that pleasure the way you do. Such a good little cunt for me to use. To take. You’re my slut. A slave to my cock. Your dripping cunt loves to be used. All your thoughts drip out, and feel so good around my cock. You’re my fucktoy, and you love it.

The pleasure we feel increases until we reach our peak. You’re desperate to have my cum inside of you. To receive what you earned. My little cum whore. I look deep inside your eyes as my hips drive my cum deep inside of you. Driving my cock in with deep, hard thrusts. It’s good to be feminine. Receiving my masculine seed.

It fills you with energy. And you can notice later, that you have a renewed sense of being. Like you’ve been given a fresh start. Truly free. Serene.

[faerune]

i just love nelia so much i love that she's a hero not because she's necessarily a good person (she tries ok she gets better) but because she's too arrogant and stubborn to take any other route

like of course she's going to take on insurmountable odds and save everyone she's nelia fucking surana

[bringerofdarkness-fancomic]

Bringer of Darkness: Arc 1, Page 28.

That can't be good....

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[the-physicality]

2007, conference finals phoenix vs san antonio

[icewindandboringhorror]

I've referenced before how I have a big google document to keep track of every media I've ever seen in my entire life (just for reference because I like to track everything possible lol… I am the Data Collector), but recently as I was updating it, I thought of actually evaluating them to find out random percentages (like for example, out of Total Shows Watched, what percentage did I finish vs. stop watching, what percentage did I like or dislike, etc.)...

Evaluating these things is made easier by the fact that I already place everything on each subsection of the list into 6 broad ranking categories, so I don't have to go back and guess to figure out how I feel about them or anything. The categories are: Ranking 5 - overall best* (despite some criticisms of course because I'm too much of an Analyzer to ever find anything Perfect lol) Ranking 4 - more positive than neutral, but not good enough to be 5 Ranking 3 - either the good + bad negate each other, OR it's just not memorable/interesting in any way enough to be ranked higher or lower (this is the Default category ALL things are placed in if no other rank applies) Ranking 2 - maybe a few redeemable elements but largely more negatives than positives Ranking 1 - So bad that it circles around to being fascinating to observe in some way (not necessarily Funny, or Good, but just interesting somehow) Ranking 0 - Bad in a genuinely frustrating or obnoxious manner

*("best" primarily defined here as most interesting, rather than most good in a technical sense, or some other measure. I tend to value more highly whether there's something novel or thoughtful about the worldbuilding, tone, writing, base premise, etc - than about whether it's actually executed perfectly.)

And here's the amount of shows that have so far been placed into each category -

TV shows ~ Rank 5 (highest) - 20 shows ~ Rank 4 (mid-high) - 28 shows ~ Rank 3 (neutral/default/meh) - 114 shows ~ Rank 2 (mid low) -33 shows ~ Rank 1 (low low but intriguingly so) - 14 shows ~ Rank 0 (iredeemably low) - 2 shows

This would make for a total of 211 TV shows overall. However, there are 57 shows within these list marked as "didn't finish" (typically meaning I quit on the very first or second episode - but log them still to keep a record that I at least had a brief view of them).

So my total of genuinely fully watched shows would be more 154. 211 Total, but a More Accurate Total of 154.

Counting them all and using the Total Number Of The List (211) -- that means roughly 9.5% of all total shows I have ever watched (or at least attempted to watch) have been Mostly Good, 13% have been Moderately Okay, 54% have been either entirely Forgettable or some mix of good + bad that lands them right in the Neutral Middle, 15.6% have been Mostly Bad, 6.6% have been Bad (but in an interesting way), and 0.9% have been Terribly Bad.

Additionally, I didn't even get past the first two episodes of about 27% of the total.

Sooo, discounting ones I didn't finish, my total TV shows ever watched in my life would be about 154 (maybe give or take a few, assuming I might have forgotten some from very long ago).

But instead of entire life, let's just say this is the total for 'About 20 Years' (so, not counting very early childhood when I likely wouldn't remember things I saw/have no detailed recollection of them (like for example, I'm sure at some point when I was like 4yrs old I must have seen an episode of Spongebob or something, but I have zero distinct memories of it, can't quote anything of it, and barely recall the premise - so I don't count it on the list, etc.)).

In that case, 154 divided by 20 would be roughly 7.7 shows a year.

Which is actually surprisingly low considering that I often have stuff on in the background for hours whilst I make sculptures and do costumes and stuff (maybe I should have also marked some distinction between 'things I fully paid attention to' and 'things I kind of half listened to whilst sculpting', but that would further split the categories too much probably lol), but I guess a lot of that is youtube videos or random documentaries, so .. eh.. maybe I get it being lower.

Now, doing the same thing for movies-

Movies ~ Rank 5 (highest) - 4 movies (3.4% of total) ~ Rank 4 (mid-high) - 12 movies (10.3% of total) ~ Rank 3 (neutral/default/meh) - 91 movies (78.4% of total) ~ Rank 2 (mid low) - 8 movies (6.8% of total) ~ Rank 1 (low but interesting) - 1 movie (0.8% of total) ~ Rank 0 (irredeemably low) - none in this category (0%)

That makes 116 for a Total (Actually Remembered) Movies Watched In Lifetime (Or At Least In 20 Years).

116 divided by 20 is roughly 5 or 6 movies a year (I feel this has probably been skewed though by adding everything since like elementary school onwards, as I remember a lot more movies from child/teen years.. Whereas, the past 3 years I feel like I've barely seen maybe even 5 movies?? lol). I also have "Didn't Finish" marked on 18 of them. Which means I quit halfway through about 15% of the total movies.

So, a for broader summary stuff..

I seem to be less forgiving to movies than tv shows, by far. Which makes sense to me, I guess, because I love elaboration and details, so "short form" things that only last an hour or two are often lost on me a bit. My biggest complaint with movies is indeed usually walking away just wishing there had been more exposition, more scenes where characters are doing nothing, more "mindless bantering" conversations, more Quiet Downtime and Lore Elaboration and so on lol, so... of course most 1-2hr films end up feeling a bit Not Enough To Draw My Interest/Nothingy to me.

If you count 5 and 4 as "like" and rankings 2 to 0 as "dislike", then for TV shows I at least somewhat liked 48 of them, and at least somewhat disliked 47 of them.. So it's almost exactly the same lol. I'm just about equally as likely to find something bad as I am to find something redeeming about it. But overall, the largest chance is that I just won't really care much for it at all and it will be tossed into the 'neutral' pile, forgotten forever. Movies have a bit better of a balance, "liking" 16 of them, and "disliking" only 9 of them. So I'm slightly more likely to enjoy a movie than to find it annoying - though still VASTLY more likely to just not find it anything in particular, possibly not even finishing it.

ANYWAY.. this is vague and literally pointless, but like I said, I just really find information fun. Like my document where I've rated every apple flavor I've ever tried (like 40 of them now?), or reviewed every oreo flavor (32?), or ranking data from my entire 10 years of Trying To Make Friends process (out of 100 people, roughly 8% chance of a moderate compatibility, 3% chance of high), or etc. etc.. I love to have random pointless things to analyze I suppose lol.

I doubt anyone tracks things in their life in this same exact way, but I'd be interested in hearing any at least somewhat similar data !!! (like, how many TV shows you watch a year on average, and what percentage of those you like vs. dislike (if you keep track of that sort of thing), etc.)). I guess it might be easier with movies, since I think some people use those websites where you curate a list of movies you've seen and you can rate them or something, so maybe the numbers are already available on those places. :0

[luminisvii]

shout out to nintendo for dropping a grenade right on top of the splatoon fanbase, they're already delusional enough about alleged shiver simps that ruin everything, and this is making that worse

but at least now there's no """playing the splatfest wrong""" if you HAVE to choose your favorite idol now, right? and you'll all behave no matter who wins, yes? i sure hope so!

[llycaons]

the finale was pretty good but the final scene being an awkward solo dance party to non-diagetic music? not the best choice imo. also I always thought those wide dresses look dumb as hell

[bibleofficial]

dont be naïve ???? yes it was the stance ???

the most depressing part is that it's not even kamala's stance on genocide that is costing her the elections. i wish it were. it's people genuinely shifting for trump. but it's the pro-palestine movement that's going to get the blame for it.

[gu6chan]

i fucking hate american """left-wingers""" man

[star-anise]

Disclaimer: I like Anita Sarkeesian.

But also, I just saw a writeup of a Youtuber whose content has come a long way from his Gamergate days, and to explain that, the wiki says, "Anita Sarkeesian is a radical feminist who created a webseries about sexist tropes in video games"

AHAHAHAHAHA ANITA SARKEESIAN, RADICAL FEMINIST

HOO HEE EXCUSE ME THAT'S A GOOD ONE

Radical feminist. Feminist extremist. Anita Sarkeesian.

Anita Sarkeesian did her Master's Thesis in Social and Political Thought in 2010 on the trope of the "Strong Woman" in fantasy and science fiction TV shows, and produced Tropes vs Women, a series of online videos breaking down her work in a way that was accessible to a lay audience. She found a ready audience in geek feminist circles, since this was exactly the kind of thing we wanted and needed right then.

Tropes vs Women was extremely bog-standard cultural critique, what you'd find expressed in discussion between scholars of literary theory or media analysis anywhere, and exactly what 99% of feminists were saying at the time. It certainly talked about patriarchy as the complex system of sexism fused into our cultural matrix, so it's not like it wasn't radical feminism from that viewpoint, but it wasn't "radical" by way of being especially militant. Sarkeesian frequently pointed out how individual occurrences of a trope weren't harmful in themselves, but that a media landscape completely saturated with only that trope and nothing but that trope is, in the aggregate, a big feminist issue.

And the internet

HAAAAAAAATED

her for it.

Like, geek feminists got flak a lot anyway, especially when we wanted things like properly enforced policies against sexual harassment at science fiction conventions. And yeah, there totally were toxic keyboard warriors who said stuff about all men being scum - but Sarkeesian wasn't one of them.

It's probably because of her succinct, matter-of-fact, "this is not a debated issue, feminists have decades of theory and research to back this point up, sources abound if you google for thirty seconds so I won't stop to baby you through all the fundamental concepts" approach that she got such a big reach. She was calm, concise, coherent, and rational, everything feminists are told we need to be.

Unfortunately that just made her seem... attackable, I think. A good target, not actually scary or impassioned, unlikely to respond to violence with violence. The perfect kind of person to play five seconds of, and then spend the next five minutes yelling into your mic because IF ANITA IS RIGHT ABOUT VIDEO GAME SEXIST YOU MIGHT AS WELL SAY THAT EVERYTHING IS SEXIST AND SEXISM IS SYSTEMIC AND ENDEMIC TO ALL OF WESTERN CULTURE AND OTHER CULTURES TOO, WHICH IS CLEARLY RIDICULOUS, ANITA LADY BAD.

She literally spent five solid years as Enemy #1 in online geek spaces. It was completely insane. I am so sorry she had to take the brunt of it, and yet grateful that she did. She held the line and took the shit and kept doing good decent feminist work for years after, though she did admit to burnout and closed up shop on her nonprofit org Feminist Frequency in 2023. I hope to hell she's having a good day.

But even now, more than a decade later, dudes talk about her as though she were Geek Feminist Godzilla, the biggest baddest woman in the universe, off to lay waste to downtown Video Games and cut everybody's balls off.

When people (mostly dudes, but not all) talk like this, it's just very funny and unintentionally revealing because of the absolute averageness of her third-wave, trans-inclusive, western-centric, intersectional feminism. It makes them look absolutely pathetic.

Because it just makes it clear that she is probably the first and last self-described feminist the speaker has ever paid attention to.

[epic-and-kitty]

waking up early and realizing new Splatoon news is out is a happy feeling

Seeing just how quick people are to immediately attack the devs when something happens that they don't like makes me want to go back to bed