#What are words?

[lonesome-witching]

in your opinion how would nancy deal with robins homophobic attacks?

Do you mean Robin getting attacked for being gay? I'm sorry it's late and I did so much work today so, you'll have to excuse me.

I think Nancy would have trouble controlling herself and her anger when this happens. After what happened with Barb I could see her becoming overprotective of her friends. I think depending on what the "attack" is she'd react either verbally violent or even physically violent.

I like to entertain the idea of Nancy holding up her gun, threatening whoever is hurting Robin. Kind of like how she tried to get Steve out of the Byers house in season 1 and held up the gun.

I can't think of words right now.

But yeah, I see Nancy is being overprotective of Robin and she'd definitely push back to whoever is trying to hurt her friend (and the woman she'd secretly in love with).

[breakfastteatime]

Just forgot the word 'emotional' and tried to replace it with 'emotionful'.

[uncertainwallflower]

I-I think I might just have the new (BTDATS) chap ready for tomorrow...I am as surprised as anyone.

Here's a little snippy because it's Thursday night and that is reason enough:

Lily drained her glass and suddenly rose from the table. James stood too, claiming he needed the loo and Marlene watched with hawk eyes, neck rotating a hundred and eighty degrees as he followed Lily to the bar. She was already being served another glass of silvery wine. He toyed with the idea of touching her. Just lightly. The pad of a finger on that sliver of moon-bright skin between neck and shoulder, just before the neckline of her ink-black figure-licking long-sleeve. Just to alert her to his presence. He voted against it; instead, softly saying, “I’ll get it,” as she went searching in her purse for the correct change. Lily jumped lightly and spun around. “Oh, hi.” A smirk. “Hello.”

Still needs editing. Could very well still be heavily revised. No promises.

[a-very-fond-farewell]

listen. when I say these two are toxic for each other I don’t mean it in an abusive way. if they want to fight, brawl and then fuck about it or pine away that’s their business. I’m just transcribing what I see. I’m genderfluiding what they show me. I’m out of here.

[valtiels-darkness]

"I like your newest work. It's good. It's solid. You're onto something, jounin Orochimaru. Keep pursuing." Rare praise should taste sweet.

He was on edge.

Rather, he was on the edge. He'd just got back from the frontlines not two days ago and was knee deep in his research. Do not get him wrong, he thrived in this state of being. Simply existing on the precipice of sleep deprivation induced frenzy and mania. The only evidence of his state was the compulsion burning within his eyes. They blazed with an intensity that even had his teammates treading carefully around him.

They were never quite supportive of his..... studies, as it were.

Midday found Orochimaru with a rather thick file under his arms, walking the halls of the Intelligence Division, intent on consulting one Yamanaka Inoichi who might shed light on a working hypothesis. It was there, where Danzo had cordially stopped him. The jounin inclined his head in greeting, out of respect. Jiraiya, he knew if the oaf was even here, would be glaring at the 'Old War Hawk', he'd so very eloquently put it. Orochimaru was about to speak, an offer of a polite greeting and an apology for his haste (he really needed to catch that Yamanaka), but Danzo had broken the silence.

Orochimaru was...taken aback, really. His eyes widened just a fraction. It certainly was scarce that the man offered praise, and even more so, to offer encouragement. Yet, Orochimaru was always a bit on the more reserved side, taking any praise with a grain of salt. This would be no different, but he did allow himself to bask in it... Just a little bit.

Especially after his latest stint on the battlefield. "Thank you, Danzo-sama. I intend to do just that." His voice was hoarse from disuse and he proffered a shallow bow. "If you'll excuse me? I have a consultation I must attend."

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[just-spacetrash]

the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[bamsara]

Finor, the first follower.

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[despazito]

Adult website and period tracker

[heph]

The tech guy in movies

[ellierenae]

write unpublishable things. it's good for you.

[lesbianjudasiscariot]