#THIS IS FUCKED UP

[aikya-kat-44]

Thinking about how Hitler rose to power by using youth clubs to target the youth

Thinking about Donald Trump playing the hero for millions of young people by bringing back tiktok, despite being the original person to ban it

We really do have a fascist president of America in the world right now.

What a sorry state of affairs

[saryasy]

2.02 | 1.04

[lobster-lover]

stuff i treated myself to drawing this week (for my birthday)

[incorrectjujutsukaisen]

Gojo when he gets free:

[sevikasenby]

i wanna cry. i wanna cuddle her 😕😭

AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS AND MEN DNI

[malin-la]

I just realized Fyodor and Atsushi have never actually fully met before ohmygod this is it folks im gonna be sick im

[heardatmedschool]

“This is Gynecology, not Family Medicine. We are not happy here.”

[mugiwara-lucy]

Now we all remember how earlier in the week I made a post detailing my disgust on how Fox News and MAGA were CRUELLY making fun of Selena’s feelings of angst and sorrow because I can only imagine what the Latin community is feeling. Yes they did vote against their best interest (Latino Men did but Latina Women voted 62 % for Kamala Harris) but NO ONE deserves ICE goons harassing them because LEGAL immigrants are being caught up in this and even ONE VETERAN.

They claim to care so much about immigration yet you LITERALLY have Elon Musk FUCKING UP SHIT (I have a post about that pussy ass mother fucker coming later today) not to mention no Ukrainian, Canadian, Russian or Scandinavian immigrants have been threatened….just black and brown immigrants….Hmm….

But anyways my point in this is that am I the ONLY one who finds this disturbing?? The WHITE HOUSE is going after Selena Gomez who is a private citizen despite her fame. When you remember how Shitbreak wants to go on a Revenge Tour and wants to take care of “the enemy within” along with Drunky Brewster and that cross eyed fucker Kash Patel (gimme the weekend to come up for a name for his ass 😆) we are LEGIT crossing into DICTATORSHIP category…..

[quoth-the-raven-wtf]

Someone go back in time and make me forget about the radqueer community bruv because I really don't know how much glorification of things that should not be glorified I can take.

[Live narration of me scrolling through the rq tag]

Hey

Hey why are there pride flags for these things. Why are you making pride flags. Do you understand that you shouldn't be taking pride in paraphilias? Hey. Guys hey. Guys. No. Hey. No, you can't be transrace. No that is not morally justifiable because that brings up severe cultural issues. Hey. Stop. Put that down. Put down the "children and animals can consent," pls, what are you doing with that.

Transharmed? Hey.

Look guys I understand not having access to mental health support and all but this is not an excusable replacement—

.......

No, I'm sorry. Did I just see "transabled?"

There's no way people are actually being serious about this.

...

......

Oh they're actually being serious about this.

Like this isn't a joke?

OH. HEY. NO, WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS IN FACT NOT AT ALL THE SAME AS BEING TRANSGENDER. THAT IS NOT A GOOD ARGUMENT TO JUSTIFY WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

[actuallytodojewski]

they're fucking sending 'illegal immigrants' to fucking Guantanamo Bay.

[rvspecter]

HE'S GONNA BREAK HE'S GONNA BREAK HE'S GONNA BREAK

[helpimsleepdeprived]

welp time to crack out ye old dans #1 selling book about mental health bc it does very much feel like we're #doomed

[flymmsy]

Durgetash Baby (Headcanon/Bullet Fic)

The Dark Urge sees Enver Gortash with his child in his arms. Notes: Dark. TW infanticide (Non-descriptive but could be triggering for some). Nsfw. Slight dub-con but ultimately consensual. Imagined with a fem Durge in mind.

I can absolutely see Gortash in an arranged marriage situation which Durge would of course have very complicated feelings about. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ

But Gortash is not one to shrug off appearances. He fulfills his husbandly duties and his wife provides him with an heir. ㅤ

Throughout the pregnancy, Durge is very distant. The violent urges and jealousy (which they tell themselves is merely due to their Bhaalspawn breeding instinct) are an extreme threat to their alliance with Gortash. ㅤ

When the child is finally born, Durge and Gortash fall back into their old routine for a time. Patriar children are rarely around their parents anyway, Durge does not anticipate it to be an issue. ㅤ

But one night, Durge slips into Gortash’s chambers (through the window, as they usually would), and sees him with the child in his arms. A tiny babe. And Gortash speaks to it like it is the whole world, like he would give it the whole world. Durge slips back out completely unnoticed. ㅤ

The next thing Durge can remember, it is night again and they are standing in the nursery of Gortash’s estate, their hands covered in blood. The Urge begins to recede from their mind, and they faintly hear a woman’s scream receding down the hall. ㅤ

By the time Gortash arrives in the doorway, their mind is clear. He is measured, but there is something in his eyes that Durge has not seen before. Boots clatter down the hall, but they are waved away by Gortash as he steps inside and closes the door. ㅤ

Once they are alone, Gortash lunges forward. Admittedly, it catches Durge by surprise, and Gortash gets much further than he should in his attack because of it. They slam into the ground together, a flurry of fists. It is their first real, physical fight against each other. ㅤ

All movement ceases when Durge's knife glints in the dim light. They have managed to get Gortash beneath them, knife pressing into his throat. He is covered in streaks of blood - his blood, Durge's blood, and the blood of his child. ㅤ

Durge's head is pounding as they begin to roll their hips against Gortash's body, knife still firmly at his throat. His voice is venomous as he chokes, "What are you--" ㅤ

"Mine." Durge's voice is sharp and dangerous as they press their hips down harder against Gortash, "You are mine, Gortash." ㅤ

They throw their knife to the side and replace it with their hand around Gortash's throat, the blood of his child on their hands now mixing with his own from his wound. Anger still burns in his eyes, but he does not move. Durge knows this - knows him - knows he is assessing, trying to understand. ㅤ

They kiss him then, but he remains stiff against them. It is only when their other hand begins to slide down his body does he begin to stir. ㅤ

"You are mine, Gortash," Durge repeats, a whisper against Gortash's lips, "And your children will be mine." ㅤ

He pauses for just a moment longer before meeting them in a suddenly charged kiss. Durge is unsurprised to feel him harden quickly at their words. ㅤ

He takes them there, on the floor of the nursery. He brutally fucks his seed into them, a demand for a child to replace the one he lost. ㅤ

The Dark Urge is satisfied, but they are never truly forgiven.

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

the way I’d blow my entire bank account HAPPILY if I was there😭

[philly-interlude]

[11:51 AM]

"have you ever thought of leaving her?"

"...why do you ask?"

"i'm asking you a question"

"...sometimes-"

you heard two men chatting behind the slightly opened door of the rooftop, surely it was your boyfriend jisung and his bestfriend.

your hands grip the handles, hesitating whether you'll go there or nah, well you don't wanna interrupt their chattering.

you didn't hear the next words coming from his mouth as you left downstairs with the lunch tight on your arms, you didn't know why you left though your mind tells you to listen more of it.

he thought of leaving me sometimes? am i too much for him...or am i not enough...?

you have now overthink

on your way down, you bumped with ara—jisung's ex-crush which is also your... bestfriend? maybe.

"oh? y/n, be careful you have lunch with you, is that for jisung?" she smirked teasingly as she lifted her brow teasing you more, but honestly, it doesn't give you butterflies on your stomach.

without a word, you smiled and just nodded respectfully knowing she's the president of your class lol, "well i have to go somewhere sorry" she was about to say something but you ran from her not wanting to speak more.

oh god how you despised listening to her speaking his name in front of you, you despised how she acts in front of your boyfriend when she borrows his bike, how you despise her in every way whenever she interacts with jisung.

you were never jealous, but when it comes to both of them, jealousy flares anywhere. you just wanna cry and curl up like a baby thinking that they both have feelings for each other but you trust jisung, you love him.

unknown to you, you were crying already from the thought of them having conversations behind your back, but you know she won't betray you because she already has her man, so why cry over jisung cheating with ara? that's just stupid.

or maybe it was just the stereotype that jisung would cheat with her since he liked her before and that he also has a photo with her that we willingly took and posted it on social media with 70 reactions with the caption "true love is with the president" and just- but he hasn't done that with you.

in addition to that, his mother has seen it and more people did, too, especially his and her relatives and close friends and that hurt you more now.

you don't like overreacting when it comes to this but you fished your phone from your skirt pocket and went to your social deleting the highlight you had with both of you and jisung.

"that's radioactive jealousy you have there my friend" a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts and hid the screen of your phone hastily, it was too late as you looked up and saw jisung's bestfriend raising his eyebrows with a small smile towards you.

you stood up and rolled your eyes on him, "shut up, where's jisung?" you plainly asked. he crossed his arms in front of you with a stoic gaze, "you were just sobbing about him and then you're finding him now? the fuck is that mood"

"just answer me"

"nuh-uh let's go somewhere else for you to clear your mind, crying about him and finding him after your rage won't help for the sake of your peace-"

you interrupted him with your index finger touching his lips shutting him up as you inhaled gritting your teeth, "fine let's go" you went past through him and he followed like a dog behind you.

a voice oh-so-familiar caught your ears and halted both you and jisung's friend's steps, him almost bumping into you letting out a small 'ow'

"y/n!" it's jisung, obviously, but he isn't the one that caught your attention- "see i told you we shouldn't walk this path y/n you're so hard-headed-" jisung's bestfriend whispered annoyingly beside you.

you wanna furrow your eyebrows but you don't want to give a negative impression towards your boyfriend especially since it's the only free time you can be with him.

"hi sungie" you hugged each other as you trained your eyes to ara, of course she went with her 'cutie patootie' persuasion just to borrow your boyfriend's bike again.

might as well smell the seat of your bike after she sits on it. your evil side spoke but you shook your head not wanting to be mad and jealous again, you have the worst personality when you get jealous, you know that so you limit your craziness to prevent...homicide.

"have you eaten yet?" jisung asked, "no" you briefly but straightforwardly answered. "attitude, miss" he deadpanned, "what's with you again?" questioned him.

"nothing lol" you giggled and pinched his cheeks and was about to go away from his arms and tell some invalid reasons yet he gripped your arms tightly but softly forcing you to stay with him, that man's dead serious and he ain't ballin'.

jisung pulled you somewhere hidden (a/n: it's not what you think it is-) and cornered you on the wall, he looked at you dead in the eye, "go on what's with the attitude? i know you y/n don't trip me" he lowly said.

but you're a bit prideful, "you know me? then you gotta know when to avoid people i despise too, i'm not being possessive, i honestly don't care sung but when it comes to her it's a different story.

it's a fucking different feeling because i feel like you still have those sparks on your eyes whenever you look at her whenever she speaks to you like- whenever...i don't know i can't trust you with her, i am jealous, of course i admit that i hate everything you did to her that you didn't do to me...i-

i hate to think that you liked her more before than you do to me as your...girlfriend", your knees went weak and eventually gave up from being overwhelmed, you hate crying in front of him over a small thing.

he went down you slowly, his glittery eyes looking at you sadly, but the words that came out from his mouth surprised you.

"you're overreacting again" he pulled you close to him and brought you back to the classroom.