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[retiredteabag]

The eyes of the beholder

my masterlist

Sukuna genuinely does not understand the concept of physical insecurity.

He has pride unrivaled by any, his assurity never wavers, and despite his unique appearance, he does not consider himself strange.

Additionally, Sukuna has a hard time putting himself in the shoes of others. He deems himself perfect. You are his favored one, so he attributes the same to you.

He sees you as the height of beauty and never entertains a different notion. It would never come to his mind.

What? You think he's wrong when he says your beauty is unparalleled? You think him a liar? You don't trust his judgment? Truly, he does not comprehend insecurity.

"Not everything is about you, Kuna." You spin around in one of the estate's halls of mirrors and run you hands over the subtle stretch marks that appear on your hips.

You had been trying on formal attire for one of the estate's events, something both you and Sukuna hated. He could likely feel any unhappy emotion that permeated your space.

You never enjoyed having to critique whether or not something was flattering on your body and Sukuna was no help as he wouldn’t allowed criticism of you.

He thought it was a waste of time because to him, it all looked appealing.

That, and you both hated events. Balls, Galas, Auctions, the whole gambit. None of it suited your interests, and The King thought them a disturbance.

You finally pulled on your original clothing, ruffling it this way and that so it would fall just right, and stepped out from behind the hall's flowing curtains.

"You wound me when you say things like that." Sukuna had his head leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed.

"I'll let everyone know just how well I can wound their King." You scoff and roll you eyes.

"Heavens, don’t they know?” He sits up. All four of his red eyes glower at you as if you've cast some kind of spell his way. "Why does this upset you so? Haven't I said that flaws hold no residence within you?"

Your lips are pulled into a frown. You know he couldn’t possibly understand, at first, it felt somewhat invalidating. His mindset was so far from yours, of course he would think it skewed.

"Don't you just think that because I have unfortunately found favor with you?" You begin to fold the options that the seamstresses had brought you as he huffs at your choice of words. "You were sculpted perfectly as you know, you and I are different."

He grumbles, having heard your complaints before. But you continue before he can take issue with it.

"My skin has these markings, and my thighs touch when I stand, my frame is far from ideal-" You turn to him now, "-and I cannot always love how things fit me as you do."

It's not that you're actually upset, just somewhat flummoxed by The King of Curses mindset.

Sukuna had sat up as you spoke, and now his posture bends toward you. He wears the silliest face you have ever possibly seen him produce and it almost makes you laugh.

His mouth is slightly open, lip arched, his eyes are wide but his brows are pulled together at your words and you could guess that he has never been so confused.

"What?" You almost giggle.

"By God, you care entirely too much."

You have to take a deep breath before he continues, "Your skin? What is it wrong with your skin? I quite like your skin. Would you rather I find you a furry pelt you can wear?"

It's moments like these that remind you of how silly this man is. You shake your head, but he continues, slowly, bewildered.

"Your... thighs touch? I see not how that could be an issue. Do not my thighs touch as well? How is it you are able to invent these things to be bothered by?"

Although you had been frustrated a moment before, you know he has a point. He had lived through many more centuries, it very well might have seemed strange to worry over such things.

Sukuna stands, coming closer without pause, and tugs on the draping of your garb. "What formula are you using to decide what looks good and what does not?" His hands find your body and squeeze over you in an almost ticklish way.

It was not sexual, it was not uncomfortable either. He was simply feeling you. He loved your being, whatever shell you presented in. Eventually, his palm came up and engulfed the top of your head, his fingers dangled by your eyes. "Hmmm, I cannot understand. Anything would be flattering if it was put on you."

A part of you wanted to murmur, "That's just what you're saying." But you knew Sukuna, and you knew he meant it. The concept that you might hold his same mindset was an impossibility at that moment in the hall of mirrors.

But you had many other moments to share with your King and believe me when I say, that man could be convincing.

[merrinla]

Davrin vs Lucanis cut content. Actually, some of it was rewritten, but most of it was cut.

I guess this is a previous version of the dialogue after Weisshaupt.

Davrin: My problem is you've got a demon in you. That's enough to lock you away. But you're also very good at killing people. Davrin: Combine the two, and I don't know how we let you anywhere near this team. Lucanis: Because it wasn't your decision. (?): Lay off, Davrin. It's not your place to interrogate him. (?): Rook made the call. Rook: All right, all right. That's enough. Davrin: No, it isn't. Davrin: If this demon gets out of hand we're all in trouble. Rook: I'm not worried about Lucanis. Davrin: But you should be…. (?): But you were worried, Rook. Rook: Well, I'm not now. Rook: Everyone deserves a chance. Rook: I stand by my decision. Lucanis and his demon will behave. Davrin: But how can you know that? What if Spite attacks Assan? Lucanis: He'd win. Davrin: What? If anything happens to Assan— Lucanis: The Venatori were better at it. Davrin: Yeah? Well they had your number real good. Lucanis: And what about you, Warden? Don't all your kind have the blood of darkspawn in your veins? Davrin: What do you know about that? Lucanis: Adamant Fortress. The Wardens must have told stories about it. Everyone else did. Lucanis: Prison warden… Grey Warden, what's the difference? Davrin: Let me get my blade and I'll show you— Rook: Careful there, Lucanis. I'm a Grey Warden too. option: Both of you work this out. Rook: You're adults. You can settle how to work together yourselves. option: Davrin is right. Rook: Obviously, having a demon in the Lighthouse is dangerous. We can't pretend otherwise. Lucanis: You're no longer glad I'm here? Rook: I am. But Davrin's not wrong. Lucanis: And I thought we were getting along. Rook: I still need to be careful. option: Lucanis is right. Rook: Every single person on this team is dangerous. Nice, safe, regular people don't fight ancient gods. (?): We're being careful. I'll be keeping an eye on Lucanis. (?): I'll be watching Lucanis. (?): Somebody has to. Lucanis: Such fine hospitality. Davrin: Just be grateful you're not back in the Ossuary.

The conversation with Varric after that.

Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other on sight. And I just ticked off Lucanis. Again. The minute he got back. Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other on sight, and now Lucanis is probably ticked at me. Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other instantly. And now Davrin's ticked off at me. Rook: Davrin and Lucanis hated each other on sight. And now they're both ticked at me. Varric: Don't panic. Things always seem impossible. Just fight one battle at a time. option: I need to find the enemy. Rook: I can't fight any battles right now, Varric. We have no targets. Rook: Don't give me sage advice. Give me a target. option: I need a plan, not platitudes. Rook: I know you're trying to help. Rook: I appreciate the effort, Varric, but that doesn't exactly help when we don't know where to go next. Varric: Look around you. You've got all these people. Experts in all sorts of things. Rook: I just told you, the team— Varric: No, no. That's the problem. You have people. Not a team. They don't know each other, and they don't know you. Varric: Work on getting to know them. The better you understand your people, the closer you get to having a team. Rook: Understanding won't make them work together. Varric: No, you have to do that. Which means they all have to trust you. Even if they hate each other. Rook: That's not going to work. Varric: It's worth a try. Rook: How? I've never led people like these before. Varric: Ordinarily, I'd say you should get them all into a game of Wicked Grace, but I think you'll have to work up to that. Varric: Start with Lucanis and Davrin. Something else must be eating at them, to get them at each other's throats. Rook: I guess it can't hurt. Varric: That's the spirit.

Another squabble.

(?): The trail's gone cold. (?): We don't have any leads. Rook: Hey, what's— Davrin: You're the Crow! You're supposed to have eyes and ears everywhere! Or maybe the only voice you hear is Spite's! Rook: I said, Hey! Lucanis: You're the Grey Warden, the "expert" on all this blight! You're supposed to have answers! Lucanis: Maybe you're spending too much time playing with your flying cat! Rook: So the two of you decide to tear into each other? Knock it off. Rook: That's not anyone's fault. We just haven't caught a break yet. Lucanis: Tell him that. You said it yourself, Rook: Davrin's the problem. Davrin: Tell him that. You said it yourself, Rook: Lucanis is the problem. Rook: Seriously! You need to take all this anger and use it against Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain! Davrin: I'd love nothing more. Just as soon as Lucanis and his Crows do anything to find them. Lucanis: We're waiting for you and your Wardens to remember your job is to… What is it again? Oh, yes—destroy the blight. Rook: You think it makes me happy? I'm pissed off, too Davrin: You should be pissed at him. You said it yourself, Rook: Lucanis is a problem. Lucanis: You should be pissed at him. You said it yourself, Rook: Davrin is a problem. Lucanis: You should be pissed at him. I tried to warn you. Davrin: I tried to warn you about him, Rook. Davrin: If you'd listened to me about him, we wouldn't have this problem. Lucanis: You said it yourself, Rook: Davrin is a problem. Davrin: You said it yourself, Rook, Lucanis is a problem. Rook: The way you two are going, I'd rather spend my time talking with Solas. Rook: I wouldn't mind a little break from reality right about now. Can you guys knock this off? Rook: I know you're both doing your best. That doesn't mean you have to like each other. Rook: But it does mean you have to stop the constant fighting. Okay? Rook: I'm not tolerating this. You're both professionals and I expect you to act like it. Understood? Davrin: I hear you, Rook. But as a professional my duty is to keep an eye on him and Spite. Lucanis: And with darkspawn blood running through your veins, I'll be watching you. Professionally.

[illbegottenfaith]

the one where theo asks you out to a wedding

exes to lovers

In his defence, Theo landed on your doorstep only after he had exhausted all other options. He took in a deep breath, steeling his nerves, and knocked. After a minute or two, he heard the patter of hurried footsteps and the door swung open.

"Hey."

Your face looked a little less round, perhaps. Your hair was shorter than he remembered, but your eyes looked just as sweet and forgiving as they always did. Only now

"Hey."

No open hostility. Theo could work with that. He was starting to feel a little hot in his suit. He scratched the back of his neck. Your eyes narrowed at the action.

"What do you want?"

Theo coughed awkwardly.

"Why do you just assume I want something?"

The corner of your lip quirked up.

"I dated you for years, Theodore. I think I know when you want something."

He took a deep breath and stuck his hands into his pockets, glancing at the door as he struggled to meet your eye. He should have brought flowers or something. Merlin, what was so nerve-wracking about talking to you? He did it plenty enough, once upon a time.

"I...need a favour."

"I figured."

Theo wished you'd stop staring at him so plainly. Instead, you leaned against the doorframe, tilting your head up at him while you patiently waited for him to spit out whatever he had to say.

"Mattheo's getting married," he blurted out.

Instantly, your face softened. Theo felt a pang of guilt somewhere deep inside his gut. When the two of you were dating, you always had a soft spot for Mattheo, as did he for you. In fact, he seemed more heartbroken than Theo after the breakup. But the fact remained that he, like a lot of your mutual friends, knew Theo before you, and so his social circle remained somewhat intact while you faded into oblivion.

He hadn't thought twice about it at the time, but seeing your face light up made him realise that this must be the first you had heard about any of your old friends since graduation. He had never meant to tear you away from friends who were every bit yours as they were his.

Then again, he had never wanted to break up with you in the first place.

Your lips curved into a familiar smile that tugged at something inside his chest.

"That's...wow. I'm so happy for him. That's incredible."

"It is. I'm the best man."

"I should hope so. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Another painful silence drew out between the two of you. Theo stared at his palm uncomfortably.

"I need a date," he forced out.

You looked unimpressed.

"And? None of your model girlfriends can make it?"

Theo had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"I'm sick of - they're not my girlfriends."

"Right," you drawled, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Too famous to be tied down, are we?"

Theo pulled at the knot of his tie desperately. He didn't remember you being this frustrating.

"I don't want to take any of them."

You shrugged. "Then go solo."

"C'mon, Y/N. Everyone's bringing a plus one."

You leaned towards him with a sardonic smile.

"That's the wonderful thing about not being your girlfriend anymore. Not. My. Problem. Bye now."

Theo jammed his foot in as you unsuccessfully tried to close the door.

"I'll pay you."

You laughed incredulously. "You can't be serious."

It had been a long shot, but he was running out of ideas. He dragged a hand through his hair.

"What do you want?" What did you want? "More attention? More gifts? I'll pay for your dress. I'll buy you dinner."

"Careful, or I'll think this is an actual date."

"Please, Y/N," he started saying before his brain could catch up. "We used to be so good together."

Your eyes darkened. You bit the inside of your cheek.

"What happened?"

You folded your arms, your eyes gleaming in the dusk that had settled around the two of you. You shook your head almost helplessly.

"I don't know. You were...you were great. I loved you. You loved me. You started playing Quidditch. You got good." Your pressed your lips into a thin line. "Then you got mean."

Theo scoffed half-heartedly. "Look, I didn't -"

"You stopped listening to me, Teddy," you interrupted.

That shut him up. He didn't know what to say. You didn't sound upset or even angry. Just hollow and a little disappointed.

You took the invitation Theo had been loosely holding and scanned the details.

"What the hell," you muttered. "Sure. Why not?"

Theo blinked a few times. As hard as he had tried to persuade you, he hadn't expected you to actually agree.

"Really?"

He looked so earnest, you couldn't help yourself. You rolled your eyes almost affectionately.

"Keep your wallet away. I'll foot the bill for my dress."

"No - please, let m- "

There, in the dim twilight, with the salty evening air stinging your faces, you cut him off with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"Night, Teddy," you murmured.

This time, he didn't try to stop you as you shut the door.

[rwt-mystic-corner]

Let me leverage my Department of Labor training to link you guys to the specific resource you'll use for work-related discrimination (or harassment)!

This is the page from the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. (You know how employers like to add "We are an equal opportunity employer" to their hiring ads? No shit you're equal opportunity, ALL employers within the US must be equal opportunity, because that's literally federal law!)

Anyways: I would recommend arming yourself with this knowledge (of how to file a complaint) BEFORE YOU NEED IT. v

Note that there IS a difference between harassment and discrimination. Harassment mean somebody was bad-mouthing you, making fun of you, or creating a hostile work environment. Bullying generally falls under harassment, not discrimination. Discrimination is when they take employment-related action based on your religion, like demoting you or refusing a raise, which incurs steeper penalties but also involves an investigation and burden of proof. You don't exactly need to catch it on camera, but the EEOC does usually at least interview other people. BOTH BEHAVIORS CAN BE FILED AGAINST!

ALSO! There is a requirement that you MUST file within a certain amount of time that the harassment/discrimination occurs! I think it's 30 or 60 days, but I could be wrong. It might depend on what you're filing for. The initial filing process is quick; the in-depth details can be saved for the investigation.

Also, if you're in a safe situation to do so, TELL YOUR SUPERVISOR. Get a report written! Create a paper trail! Talking to HR might also be an option. Consider initiating the conversation in email or some other form that can be stored and referred to later. It'll probably take the EEOC awhile to handle your case, so you want this documented.

HR or your supervisor can also file the complaint FOR you. Personally I'd do it myself to make sure it doesn't fall through the cracks, but I know not everyone knows how to navigate legal paperwork.

I believe there's an option to file anonymously, but that's more for if you witness it happening to someone else. If you want any action taken on it, I'd recommend giving them your contact information.

Also maybe brush up on retaliation laws, because those are the ones that will protect you if your employer retaliates when you bring them to book. (Note "discrimination" being on the list of things you're protected from retaliation against.)

If you're a federal contractor like me, or a direct hire, they have special procedures and most agencies have their own liaison agencies to work with, so these links may or may not apply. In that case, you might want to look into whistleblower laws too!

A Reminder to my U.S. Witches -

Whether you're a private practitioner or a witchy business owner, it is now more important than ever to KNOW YOUR RIGHTS.

Wicca as a religion is officially protected by Freedom of Religion under the First Amendment. This extends somewhat to other less organized pagan religions as well as the general state of Being A Witch, which is also protected by Freedom of Speech.

But we must remember that this only protects you from PROSECUTION, not PERSECUTION.

You have the legal right to present as a pagan or witch in public spaces and technically you cannot be discriminated against in the workplace for such things. However, we all know how that kind of bigotry disguises itself and the way things are going, resources for reporting and resolving such grievances may soon be in short supply.

You also have the right to own and operate a pagan-oriented or witchcraft-related business, provided that you obey all applicable tax codes and consumer protection laws. (This is why we have to mark so many of our goods and services as "For Entertainment Purposes Only," and I strongly suggest updating your disclaimers to include additional language if need be.)

Again, as we've seen, this doesn't always protect business owners from harassment or help them with seeking reparations if there's trouble. But it's important to know, as more and more "proclamations" roll out from the "new management," that executive orders do not immediately or fundamentally change the law.

This is nowhere near a comprehensive explanation of the constitutional rights and laws applicable to witches and pagans currently living in the United States. I urge everyone to familiarize themselves with all applicable laws in their area which deal with public gatherings, small businesses, consumer protection, public transit, loitering, search & seizure / "stop & frisk," and anything related to being detained by law enforcement for any reason.

Familiarize yourself also with social and legal resources in your area, just in case you or someone you know needs them. Talk to the elders in your local LGBTQ organizations as well - we've been there before.

Most importantly, build links and relationships with trusted people around you, whether it's your neighbors or your colleagues or like-minded people in the community. We all need to be looking out for each other and the more we know, the better we can protect ourselves, our homes, our livelihoods, our communities, and our rights.

(If anyone has any applicable links or information, PLEASE add them in comments and reblogs.)

Stay safe!

[loveesiren]

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚛𝚢

Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon) x Reader

a/n: hehehe I was thinking about this time I had sex on acid and I needed to write something. First Jiyong fic so I hope you like! also, disclaimer: in no way shape or form am I trying to convey that GD is like this or uses any sort of drugs. This is purely fiction. Also, if you use any sort of drugs, please be smart and safe. Not all trips are like this so please don't go out trying get this experience 😭

synopsis: Y/n and Ji-yong had been best friends for years but their relationship reaches a new level when they get the chance to try something new.

warnings: drug use (LSD), tripping, smut, fluff, sex under the influence

wc: 3k

“Have you ever done it before?” you asked, holding up the small baggie between your fingers. Inside, two tiny, rainbow-dipped squares of paper rested delicately against the plastic, shimmering under the dim glow of the living room light.

Jiyong glanced down at them, his dark eyes reflecting curiosity and just a hint of hesitation. “No. Have you?”

You shook your head, lips curling slightly at the thought. “Dae gave them to me. On the house—said it was the coolest experience she’s ever had.” You tilted your head, studying Jiyong’s expression. “She said it makes everything… I don’t know, awesome.”

Jiyong sat cross-legged beside you on the couch, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at the tabs. “I’m down if you’re down,” he finally said, his voice lighter, reassuring. He was your best friend, after all. If anyone made you feel safe trying something new, it was him. “I still have a few days off. It won’t last that long, right?”

“Dae said about twelve hours,” you reassured him. “Give or take.”

He hummed, eyes flicking up to yours before a slow grin stretched across his face. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Your stomach fluttered with nervous excitement as you tore open the bag, handing him one of the delicate squares before pressing your own onto your tongue. It tasted like nothing, dissolving slightly as it settled in your mouth.

“She said to let it sit for a while,” you murmured, pressing it between your gums as Jiyong followed suit. A few seconds of silence passed. “What should we do while we wait?” you asked, shifting your weight on the couch.

Jiyong shrugged, scrolling through the seemingly endless options on the TV. “Wanna watch a movie?”

You nodded, curling into the couch cushions as he finally settled on Alice in Wonderland. “If we’re gonna trip, might as well watch something trippy.”

You chuckled. “Good choice.”

As the film began, the room grew darker, the screen’s colorful animations painting both of your faces in a kaleidoscope of hues. Time felt like a strange, stretchy concept—minutes turning into moments, moments into lifetimes. The warmth of Jiyong’s body beside you felt grounding, yet the anticipation of what was to come kept you buzzing beneath your skin.

Then, about an hour in, it hit.

Your head lolled against Jiyong’s shoulder, jaw slack as the screen in front of you twisted and twirled, every color dripping down into the next. The walls breathed in tandem with your heartbeat, the air itself shimmering like static. You blinked slowly, watching as the ceiling seemed to ripple like the surface of a pond.

“Hey, Ji…” Your voice came out in a whisper, reverberating in your own ears like an echo in an endless canyon. “D-do you feel anything?”

Jiyong exhaled, long and slow, before answering. “I feel… something.” His voice wasn’t just sound—it was silk, a melody that wrapped itself around your skin like a warm ribbon.

You shivered, mesmerized. “Say something again.”

“Something?” he teased, turning his head to look at you, but the way his voice moved—like liquid honey pouring into your brain—made you gasp.

Your gaze locked onto his, and you swore his pupils had swallowed the entire galaxy. “Whoa, your pupils are huge,” he murmured, amusement flickering in his smile.

“So are yours.” You reached a hand out to touch his face, but as your fingers moved through the air, they left behind colorful, trailing echoes—shimmering ribbons of pink, blue, and gold that lingered for seconds before fading. “Oh my god,” you giggled, stretching your fingers again just to watch the colors dance.

Jiyong laughed, his voice vibrating through you like the strumming of a bass guitar. “You have, like… a pink aura,” he said, eyes fixed on you. “Like strawberries.”

Your lips curled into a grin as you stared at his neon-green hair, the strands pulsing and swaying as if they had a life of their own. “Your hair is moving.”

His eyes widened, and he ran his fingers through the strands. “No way.”

You nodded enthusiastically. “It’s alive. I think it’s trying to tell me secrets.”

Jiyong burst out laughing, throwing his head back against the couch. The motion sent a ripple through the air like a soundwave, and you giggled in response, feeling the vibrations of his laughter deep in your chest.

“I think we’re tripping,” you finally admitted, voice laced with wonder.

Jiyong sighed, a dazed, blissed-out grin on his face as he stared up at the ceiling, where the paint swirled in hypnotic patterns.

“Cool,” he breathed, utterly amazed.

Everything felt limitless. The walls of the penthouse no longer confined you; they simply melted into the fabric of your existence, expanding outward into the endless night. A sudden, undeniable urge pulled at you—you needed to see the city, to feel its pulse beneath your skin.

Slowly, you forced yourself up from the couch. The warmth of where you had been sitting clung to your skin, and for a fleeting moment, leaving it felt like stepping away from a cocoon of safety. A shiver ran through your body, but the sensation was electric, exhilarating rather than chilling. Your bare toes sank into the plush shag rug of Jiyong’s living room, the fibers so impossibly soft that they sent tingles up your spine. It was like walking on a cloud, each step sinking into bliss.

You glanced down at yourself—just a tight tank top and black panties. When had you stripped down? The thought flickered through your mind like a shooting star—there and gone in an instant, unimportant in the grand scheme of this moment. The only thing that mattered was now.

A soft gasp left your lips as your gaze drifted toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Seoul stretched before you, a sea of twinkling lights dancing like a mirage in the distance. The sight was breathtaking, the city pulsating with life, its energy calling to you like a lover’s whisper.

“Wow…” The word barely escaped your lips as your feet carried you toward the balcony.

Behind you, Jiyong’s fingers skimmed over his phone screen as he added songs to the queue, and the soft hum of bass-heavy dubstep filled the room. The vibrations seeped into your bones, thrumming in sync with your heartbeat. The sound wrapped around you like silk, and without thinking, you let yourself sway to the rhythm, your long hair cascading down your back like liquid gold.

You had no idea that Jiyong was watching you.

From his place on the couch, he was entranced. The way the city lights framed your silhouette against the dark sky made you look ethereal, almost unreal. Your body moved with the music, effortless, hypnotic—like a dream unfolding before him. His cigarette burned between his fingers, forgotten as he watched you sway in the cool night air.

You lingered outside, though time had become meaningless. What felt like moments stretched into eternity, and when you finally drifted back inside, leaving the wide balcony doors open to let the night breeze in, the clock on the wall read 2 a.m.

The music had deepened, the bass vibrating through the walls. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving, couldn’t help the way your hips followed the rhythm as you floated across the room.

Jiyong was still watching you.

You caught his gaze—hooded eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing that existed in the universe. He sat sprawled out on the couch, legs spread lazily, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His black silk shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the intricate tattoos scrawled across his body. The dim city lights made his neon-green hair look like it was glowing.

“Ji, come dance with me…” You giggled, your voice carrying like the melody of the song playing in the background.

He smirked, the sight sending heat straight through your veins. With a final drag, he stubbed out his cigarette and rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head before making his way toward you.

Jiyong took your hand, fingers lacing with yours as he twirled you effortlessly. “This is so cool,” he murmured, voice a velvety hum in your ear. His head rested against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as his hands found your hips and pulled you flush against him.

The sensation was intoxicating. His touch, his scent, the warmth of his body pressing into yours—it sent shivers of pleasure down your spine.

“Love you, Ji…” The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, but they felt so natural, so right.

He lifted his head, strands of electric green falling into his eyes as he looked at you—really looked at you. “I love you, Y/n…”

Your breath hitched.

Something shifted.

This wasn’t just Kwon Ji-Yong—your best friend, your partner-in-crime.

This was your soulmate. The one you had loved for so long, but had never found the courage to say it out loud. But now, here, in this euphoric haze, the connection between you burned so brightly, so intensely, that you needed him. Not just his presence. All of him.

And he knew.

You didn’t need words. The way your eyes locked, the way your lips parted slightly, the way his hands gripped your waist just a little tighter—everything was understood in that instant.

Jiyong leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and the moment they connected, fireworks erupted inside you. The world around you dissolved, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on yours, his tongue moving in perfect sync with yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him impossibly closer, and he groaned against your lips, deep and desperate.

Your knees gave out, but he was there—always there—catching you, holding you steady. His lips never left yours, only breaking away briefly to whisper against your mouth, “Can I take you to bed?”

The words sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Please,” you breathed, voice laced with need.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. He took your hand, guiding you toward his bedroom.

The king-sized bed was draped in silk and velvet, rich shades of crimson and black casting the perfect contrast against the moonlight spilling through the windows. The scene was beautiful—a reflection of the moment itself, dark and intimate, heated yet soft.

Jiyong turned to you, his fingers tilting your chin up before pulling you into another kiss—deeper this time, more possessive. As he walked you both toward the bed, his silk shirt slipped from his shoulders, pooling on the floor. His tattoos stood in sharp relief against his golden skin, and for a moment, you could only stare—dazed, overwhelmed, hungry.

The second your back met the sheets, you were in heaven. The fabric was cool against your flushed skin, sending a shiver up your spine, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of Jiyong’s body hovering over you. His lips were everywhere—trailing over your face, your jaw, the column of your throat. They whispered over your collarbones, traced the curve of your shoulders, dipped lower to explore every inch of you he could find. His kisses were slow, reverent, as if he were worshiping you with each press of his lips.

“Mmm… Ji…” His name spilled from your lips in a soft, breathy whisper, a sound that sent a jolt of pleasure through his veins.

Jiyong grinned against your skin, his mouth just above yours, teasing. “Say my name again.”

You barely hesitated, your fingers tangling in his hair as you murmured, “Jiyong…”

A soft groan rumbled from his chest. The sound alone made your body ache for him. He rested his forehead against your sternum, letting himself linger there for a moment, savoring the way your heartbeat raced beneath his lips. Then, slowly, he hooked his index finger under the fabric of your panties, tugging lightly.

“This okay, baby?” His voice was hushed, thick with longing.

That one simple word—baby—sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, warmth blooming deep inside you.

“Yes,” you breathed, arching into his touch. “Keep going…”

He smirked, pleased by your desperation, and helped you out of your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your skin as he discarded the fabric. He took his time, trailing kisses downward, each touch of his lips sparking tiny electric shocks that ignited beneath your skin. His mouth traced a slow, tantalizing path from your collarbone to the swell of your breasts, down your stomach, lower still.

Your breath hitched when he hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs, his touch featherlight as his fingers brushed your thighs. The cool air sent goosebumps across your bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire smoldering in Jiyong’s gaze as he took you in, drinking in every inch of you like you were something sacred.

He placed soft, wet kisses along the inside of your thighs, taking his time, savoring your taste on his lips. The teasing was agonizing. Each press of his mouth sent waves of anticipation pooling between your legs, leaving you squirming beneath him.

Your own hands roamed over your body, desperate to do something, anything, to ease the ache. And then, finally—finally—his lips brushed over your clit, the first touch so delicate, so excruciatingly slow, that your whole body shuddered.

“Oh, god…” you whimpered, throwing your arms over your face as pleasure coursed through you like liquid fire.

Jiyong groaned in response, gripping your thighs tighter as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe over your dripping core. His tongue moved with purpose—soft, languid strokes at first, building into something more intense. He explored you like he had all the time in the world, savoring every moan, every breathless plea that fell from your lips.

Your body writhed beneath him as he worked you closer and closer to the edge, his tongue dipping inside you before sliding back up to that sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking, sucking, teasing in ways that made you tremble. The pleasure was overwhelming, your body tensing, ready to snap.

“Fuck, Ji… I’m gonna—” You gasped, hands clutching the silk sheets.

But just as your orgasm coiled in your stomach, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and aching, the loss so sudden it was nearly painful.

A whimper of protest left your lips, but Jiyong was already climbing back up your body, his lips ghosting over your skin, soothing you with each kiss. His hands fumbled with the zipper of his jeans as he kissed his way up your neck, over your cheek, finally capturing your lips in a heated, dizzying kiss.

“I want you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice husky, needy. “I want you to cum with me inside you.”

The words alone sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins.

He finally rid himself of his pants, and in that moment, both of you were fully bare, bodies pressed together, skin to skin. The heat of him, the weight of him, the way his body fit against yours—it was intoxicating. Overwhelming. Perfect.

Jiyong cupped your cheek, searching your gaze. “Is this okay, baby? Can I make love to you?” His voice was breathless, almost nervous.

“God, yes,” you whined, pulling him down into another kiss.

He smiled against your lips, then slowly—so agonizingly slow—he pushed inside of you, inch by inch. The stretch was delicious, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure, and your eyes fluttered shut as you adjusted to his size. A low, guttural groan escaped Jiyong’s throat, his forehead dropping to yours.

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. The sight of you—lips parted, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with pleasure—made his stomach tighten. But when he noticed the glassy shimmer in your eyes, his breath hitched.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, concern flickering across his face.

A soft, adoring smile graced your lips. “Yes… yes. I just—” You exhaled shakily. “I just love you.”

Jiyong’s heart clenched, and his expression softened into something breathtakingly tender. He pressed his lips to yours, slow and deep, before murmuring, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this…”

And then he moved.

His thrusts were slow, deliberate, filled with an aching kind of passion that sent pleasure rolling through your body in waves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, gasping at the way he stretched you, filled you. The sensation was intoxicating—the friction, the heat, the way he fit inside you like he was made for you.

Your nails raked down his back, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer, deeper. His pace quickened, his breath ragged as he lost himself in you, in the way your body responded to his every move.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with awe. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips. “Oh God, Y/n… You’re so beautiful. So pretty you could make the stars cry…” he whispered.

His words pushed you over the edge.

“Fuck, Ji—I love you, I love you!” you cried, your whole body trembling as pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. A single, warm tear slid down your cheek as your release shattered through you.

Jiyong groaned, burying his face in your neck as he followed, his body tensing before he spilled inside you, his fingers lacing with yours as he held onto you through it all.

The moment stretched, warm and golden, neither of you wanting to move, to break the connection. He didn’t pull out right away, simply resting against you, his head on your shoulder, his hand still gripping yours. You felt whole. Complete. “I love you…” he whispered.

When he finally slipped out of you, he rolled to the side, still holding you close, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. Both of you were a euphoric, breathless mess, your skin slick with sweat, hearts still hammering in unison.

Silence stretched between you, comfortable and warm.

Then, softly, Jiyong murmured, “Do you wanna take a shower? With me?” There was a slight nervousness in his voice, as if he wasn’t sure how to ask.

You smiled, running your fingers through his messy hair. “Yes.”

And as he pulled you into his arms, leading you toward the bathroom, you knew—this was only the beginning of something you’d been yearning for for years.

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[harmonyrae]

My Mom Meets the Boys😶

I had my mom react to the "meet the family" dialogue.

When I first told her about game, I mentioned it’s "kind of embarrassing" (cause how do i explain this game tbh). She just goes “Are they naked?!” And I just…😂😏

Doctor Ice (Zayne)❄️ - "He's got a sultry voice." - "He doesn't appear to be a doctor… like I wouldn't have expected if I looked at him I wouldn't say he's a doctor." ("What would you say he is?") "I don't know, a performer or something, like singer or something."

The Dragon Man (Sylus)🐦‍⬛ - Sylus shows up on screen "OH!" - "I'm a humble business owner." ROLLS HER EYES DRAMATICALLY - "… I own several properties of various sizes. They'll be convenient for when she wants us to live together." "HOLD YOUR HORSES!" - "If you need any heavy lifting done around the house, I can send my… employees." "Oh come on, you can do it!" - she just stares at him "You're just staring at him… he knows!" "He knows what?!" "That you're staring at him!" gets closer to screen to stare - Sylus mentions the damn oranges that went missing "I did not take them!" Sylus says our fingers smell just like them she smells her fingers "I think you don't need to be blaming somebody for oranges!”

Fish Artist (Rafayel)🐟 - “He’s got a good name for an artist.” - Rafayel asks if we poked him just now she immediately pokes the screen - Immediately selects for him to introduce himself as my boyfriend - Rafayel bragging about his cooking skills “Well aren’t you special!” - “I liked him better than the last one.” (Sylus)

Space Pilot (Caleb)🚀 - Caleb shows up on screen “He looks like the guy before!” (Rafayel) - “I’ve entrusted my savings to her.” (I literally go - “I didn’t know he gave us money!”) - “I just want her to be healthy and happy by my side.” “What about MARRIAGE?” - “Thank you for raising her to be a wonderful person.” completely deadpan “You’re welcome.” - “I hope they don’t think I’m just an immature punk.” “Well I think it but I won’t say it.” - “I like him. He says what he feels.”

Neighbor Coworker (Xavier)✨ - Xavier shows up on screen “Oh he’s a child!” (me - “He’s literally ANCIENT!”) - “Would she fall in love with me faster if I had your blessing?” completely deadpan “No.” - selects the “you did great” option “Really? I talked so much I don’t even remember what I said…” both of us giggle and “awww”

Who would you give your blessing to based on the first introduction? picks Caleb🚀 Mom - “Is that for me or for you?” Me - “You can’t do that! They’re my boyfriends!” Mom - “Fine you can have them all!”

Who would you pick for you (as your favorite)? instantly picks Zayne❄️ (He's never beating the parents favorite allegations and I love that for him. It's cause he's a doctor isn't it?)

Who do you think is my favorite? immediately points to Sylus🐦‍⬛(like how did she KNOW) Me - “Why do you think that?” Mom - “Because he’s tall. Let me see him again.” puts him on screen, she looks him up and down “Yeah.” I do the heart interaction & he gets closer Mom - “Ooo he has red eyes! Why?!” Me - “He’s a dragon!” Mom - “Oh yeah, that’s right…”

[kurishiri]

𓍢ִ໋🦢 Darius Vogel —bond level 15 story—: The white devil

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don't repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: a bit of yandere-esque tendencies.

— you can view the recording (with en subs) here, but below the cut is the transcript.

Darius: There, there, how scared you must’ve been. I take it those bad humans who attacked you are aaall facing their most unfortunate accidents and all right about now.

Darius: To think the likes of lowly humans dared to lay their hands on my favorite…I wouldn’t dream of letting them go unscathed.

ೀ OPTION #1: “Darius…?”

Darius: Judgment is laid upon those who turn against the strong. Such is the law of nature, wouldn’t you say?

Darius: Even if they were cut to bits and pieces, it wouldn’t do you aaany harm at all.

ೀ OPTION #2: “Thank you for saving me.”

Darius: What a good girl, thanking me in such earnest. You don’t have to stop there, you know.

Darius: For example, you could pledge loyalty for life? A devil would make one’s worst enemy, as much as one’s best ally, no?

ೀ OPTION #3: “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Darius: … (O_O)

Darius: Ahaha! You worry about others when you’re such a mess yourself? (>∀<)

Darius: You’re just a human, and so delicate on top of that…but at least your feelings are admirable. …You really are an interesting one.

Darius: Normally I wouldn’t have any reason to save a mere human like yourself…but my body ended up moving on its own.

Darius: …Aren’t you so glad you’re my favorite?

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[starfieldcanvas]

I think, from absorbing and considering many responses and counter-responses to the "soullessness" of AI, that it's going to come down to "any attempt to strictly define Art vs. Not Art is eventually going to become indistinguishable from the same damn shit fascists do."

you can define art in a conservative way ('something that uplifts the human spirit', 'something that proves representational skill', 'something beautiful and pleasing to the senses' etc) or you can define it in an anti-conservative way ('something that intentionally triggers an emotional or intellectual response', 'any expression of creativity', 'any human-curated or human-crafted result that reflects the human soul', etc) and yet if you're policing the boundaries between Art and Not-Art, or as OP says Meaningful Art and Meaningless Art, you're still conceding that art is something we should be gatekeeping in the first place—that setting boundaries around art is important and worthwhile.

and maybe that doesn't sound inherently bad or anything, but in my experience, after they affirm their conviction that we should police the boundaries of Art That Counts vs Art That Doesn't, people (including me a few times back at the beginning of the whole generative AI craze!) start re-inventing fascist art theory from first principles. because it's hard to argue for any strict definition of art if you don't also establish why having a strict definition of art is important in the first place, and in order to lay that foundation, you end up talking a lot about what art is for and what art is supposed to do, and once you commit to a reason, you back yourself into a corner and end up having to argue against the art-ness of a bunch of the avant-garde, outsider, and commercial art fascists already reject, except with more exceptions baked in for queer porn.

The danger is similar to that of trying to strictly define Woman vs. Not Woman. You can define 'woman' in a conservative way, with a strict gender role, sexual aesthetic, biological classification, and/or religious destiny; you can also try to define 'woman' in an anti-conservative way, like by shared oppression experience or by Having A Female Soul or (the least bad option) explicit self-identification. regardless, the second you accept that actually policing the boundary between Woman and Not-Woman is important for some reason, it doesn't really matter what kind of criteria you're using, because you're inevitably about to launch your own brand of gender essentialism.

seeking to simplify and purify an inherently messy, boundaryless term complicated by billions of contradictory lived experiences is a fascist project. sure, you inevitably need 'working' definitions of messy terms in order to write philosophy papers or do research studies or establish scholarships or whatever. but if you're trying to establish permanent, real-world boundaries for messy stuff like this, i would say you've forgotten that the map is not and never will be the territory.

(and that's not even getting into the silliness of using 'the human soul'—something that is at worst a nonexistent supernatural entity and at best an intangible metaphor—as a metric for literally anything.)

people want to categorize stuff because we think, on some fundamental level, that being able to categorize things correctly will protect us. but you can learn to hold categories very, very lightly, as moderately useful and inherently temporary conceptual tools, rather than treating categories as more real than the things inside them.

people want to categorize AI art as officially unilaterally universally 'not real art' (or 'inherently meaningless art') because genAI is a genuine threat to us and we think recategorizing it will protect us. but all it would do is make us stupider and more conservative.

okay I'll bite. why exactly is it bad to believe that art is only meaningful if it reflects the human soul

[blushingbubbles]

bubblesss need ur help

i wanna take nudes (mainly for myself, until i’m confident enough to post them) but i wanna do it in a way where my arms don’t show much (i have arm tattoos) and you can’t see anything above the shoulders (don’t want ppl recognizing me lolz) any tips??

i was thinking about just dming you, but i thought your answer could be helpful for others since you’re so good at taking pictures :3

HIIIII IM SO EXCITED THANK YOU FOR COMING TO ME!!!

I too have tattoos on my arms. im PETRIFIED of people recognizing them.

initially i used the "markup" option in photos and matched the color with my skin. if you choose the markup option in photos:

dont use one color for the whole piece of ur skin. use three. one base, one highlight, and one shadow. it doesnt have to be perfect! ur tits will steal all of the attention anyway. but if you want to cover them using the markup option, using 3+ colors over them is the way to go.

now, i take so many pictures is not worth my time to cover up my tattoos, so i just frame the photo without them

i usually press my arms against my sides. this pushes the tits up and also positions the arms correctly to avoid seeing the ink

no tattoos

i also take all of my tit pictures zoomed out a little (have an iphone with the little zoom out selfie option on it) BUT when i dont have that option selected, you can hardly see my arms!! so that's an option too.

when i dont zoom out on my own photos tho, i feel like it makes the photo aesthetically boring. idk i need contrast and depth in my pics. so if you take them like this and ur like "it doesnt look right.... what's wrong with me?" know that there's nothing wrong with you

if your tattoos are in your elbows, try angling up.

when you take a photo from this angle, instinct will make you want to look at the camera. don't. youll get a double chin or something else that you can't crop out!

if your tattoos cover your upper arms and you want to be SUPER SAFE, wear clothes!!

ik you're like "wtf ru on? this is a nude and we dont do clothes."

i stand by it that the clothed tiddy pics are better than the unclothed ones 🥰🫠

for ass pics, i lovvvvvve taking them in bed. you can position your blanket however you wqnt and it becomes a little prop for you. you wont even need your arm in it.!!

i hope this helps sunnybun!!!i cant (can!! take your time!!) wait to see what pics u get!!! 💕💕

[jeonscatalyst]

https://www.tumblr.com/jeonscatalyst/774011165218144256/us-jikook-signed-up-as-buddies-they-will-be?source=share

I know many will say I'm being anti or wtv but i still haven't fully believed they sleep in the same room not because i don't want to or anything but it's just that we don't have any idea about the internal room arrangements and i have seen some (jk solos) posting ss from that website where soldiers talk about their experiences and i have seen different soldiers have different experiences. Even companions saying they weren't in the same unit as their companion etc. i mean that's what i have have read from those ss and since I'm not korean and I don't have anyone personally telling me how it goes in sk military I'm always 50/50 witj all the information that comes unless it's confirmed solidly.

Jimin said "conversation with jungkook before going to bed" now this can mean that they both sleep in the same room or they don't is also an interpretation because he could be talking with jungkook u know like hangout a little (like jk said they both go away from other soldiers to sing out loud) and then go separate ways to their respective rooms. I mean that's also an option so idk how much they're sleeping together side by side but what we 100% know is that they both see each other daily, talk to each other about their future about armys, they go away from others to have their little time together to sing to talk etc and that's sooo beautiful.

Hi anon,

With all due respect, no one gives a tiny rats ass what you believe. There comes a point when people like you need to step out of your imaginations and accept reality for what it is. The fact that you are citing what JJKs say or post as your source already tells me all I need to know because no single person who cares about Jimin and Jungkook together takes what any of their solos says about them as a pair seriously. So you just exposed yourself as an anti by telling me that your source of information is the same people who hate Jimin more than they love Jungkook and would do and say anything to prove that they hate each other.

When we first learned that Jungkook was assigned as a cook, what happened? People like you immediately spun baseless narratives, claiming that cooks sleep in separate areas, follow different schedules, and wake up or go to bed at different times…therefore insisting that Jikook couldn’t be together.

Before that, you were certain that Jimin and Jungkook would be separated after basic training, yet they themselves debunked that claim. Jungkook further disproved your theories about cooks being in separate sleeping quarters and following different routines when he shared that he sings with Jimin in the shower. If he truly had a different schedule…waking up or going to bed earlier than Jimin, how would they be showering at the same time? If cooks were actually separated from the rest, how would they even have the opportunity to do that?

Then, you once again claimed that Jimin and Jungkook don’t sleep in the same dorm, only for Jimin to talk about the conversations they have before going to bed. Hell they even talked on AYS about sleeping next to each other and stuff….yet here you are again, pushing another illogical narrative.

If you insist on engaging in mental gymnastics, let me ask you this: What would be the point of the buddy system if buddies who enlisted together to rely on each other and make military life easier for each other only ended up being separated? What purpose would that serve? I’ve told you before…forget everything you think you know about the Korean military and stop applying those assumptions to Jimin and Jungkook. They enlisted under the buddy program, which changes things for them. Maybe in general, other recruits sleep separately. Maybe other cooks really do follow different schedules. But none of that applies to Jimin and Jungkook because they are enlisted as buddies and there would be no purpose to them going through that process which landed them in the front lines of they only ended up getting separated which defeats the purpose.

Why is it so important for you to insist that they don’t share a dorm? Why go to such great lengths to prove otherwise? I understand that having Jimin and Jungkook themselves debunk the falsehoods you’ve clung to is difficult for you to accept. That must be painful. If I were in your position, I’d probably feel the same. But, darling, it’s time to accept reality. It’s not just anyone contradicting your claims…it’s Jimin and Jungkook themselves. They are the ones actually experiencing military life, not you. You don’t get to dictate their actions or interpret their words based on your personal preferences.

They’ve told you plainly: they are together. They shower together, sing together, and have discussions before bed. You can either accept that truth or continue raising your blood pressure trying to deny it. The choice is entirely yours.

[thegodwhocums]

Hi! Do you have any reading recs about trance/ritual altered states/etc? Specifically, I'm trying to get sober this year and I think dipping a toe into this stuff (cautiously) might help me strengthen some aspects of my worship that I have been using alcohol for in a way that was not healthy, but I don't just want to throw myself at a thing without proper preparation. I'm happy to come off anon if you'd prefer (we're mutuals, I'm just shy abt the sobriety thing on here).

anon i respect that so much. understand the shyness, happy to talk more but I bet you are not the only person wondering this (esp in January when many people consider their relationships with alcohol), so let me see what I can recommend in general.

check out @arlechinav-blog for really nice detailed write-ups of ritual styles within mediterranean trance tradition - there's a lot of specifics and information that clearly comes from experience.

Lee Harrington and Raven Kaldera are two white trans dudes who wrote books in the late aughts about the intersections of pagan ritual and kink - I do not know your relationship with that world but their books are an option for practical techniques. there's some predictable cultural appropriation and gender shit mixed up among the good stuff so bear that in mind. (I recommend these texts for generating ideas, not as like... Perfect Guides to Follow Blindly.)

if you're interested in historical context, Yulia Ustinova's academic work about ancient mystery cults has been super useful in ritual planning for rocket and me. the flow that works has worked for centuries. she has a bunch of papers up for free on academia.edu.

I'm scraping my brain for more Literally How Do I Do This sorts of resources and am honestly coming up a bit short but I don't want to leave this response to languish in my drafts. (I have been wanting to write something up on these topics for myself anyway - perhaps I will put some effort into making a zine or something.)

the tools you will find most commonly referenced for state alteration are, generally: substances (you are avoiding this one), rhythm/music, repetitive movement, sensory deprivation, pain/endurance, sharp changes in sensory experience (dark/light, loud noise/silence), and sensory triggers (scents/sounds/garments/etc which signal to the body that it's time to drop into a trance state). there are others but these are the most common imo. you can dig into any one of them in particular via JSTOR etc if it's easier than trying to reference the umbrella topic in a broader sense.

folks with suggestions, please sound off in the replies. I'll reblog when I have more thoughts on this. 💖

[thebreakfastgenie]

I'm not telling anyone to shut up or silencing anyone. I know my post was vague, I elaborated in the notes which you would not have seen. My issue is not with women sharing their experiences, it's with the tone that has developed in this conversation. If we have numbers on how often the pain of insertion is bad enough to be described as torture, I haven't seen them, but I'd be surprised if it was anywhere close to a majority. Women should be prepared for the possibility of significant pain, but having the procedure described as torture and being told not to believe anyone who describes is any other way isn't helpful or accurate.

I have an iUD. My insertion wasn't nightmarish, but it was bad. I did okay for a while, but the end the sensation of the speculum was unbearable. I was whimpering in pain and my OB/GYN said later "I know the insertion wasn't easy for you." This surprised me, because while it was bad, I didn't think it was a big deal. A lot of medical procedures involve short-term discomfort or pain. I don't expect everyone to feel the way I do, my approach and also my idea of what constitutes a difficult medical procedure are a bit non-normative because I experience as a cardiology patient. But I want to be clear that I'm coming at this with firsthand experience. My first two pap smears were extremely bad, and I'd actually consider the second one a more painful experience overall than the IUD insertion. I'm very aware of how fraught gynecological care can be. And honestly, I'd do the IUD insertion again before I'd do getting my wisdom teeth out or having braces again, and those are fairly common experiences. Obviously everyone is different, just providing a reference.

Most of what people say about IUD insertion I agree with. There needs to be a better protocol for the procedure itself. I was given a medication to soften my cervix ahead of the insertion and also instructed to pre-medicate with ibuprofen and I believe both helped significantly. There isn't a "standard" protocol, so some providers don't pre-medicate. I think pain relief options should be available, even though I personally would not use them. Providers are not always honest with patients and don't always give them accurate expectations for what the experience may be like. Minimizing the pain is far too common. That being said, sometimes I think women assume the "just a little pinch" description is universal, and it's not.

Because I agree with all of this, I don't usually complain about the "thing" I referred to in the original post. But recently I feel like I've reached in tipping point in what I'm seeing of this conversation, where instead of helping women make informed decisions and prepare themselves for the experience the overall tone is increasing fear and anxiety to an extent that discourages women from going through with the procedure at all. I saw someone describe an IUD as "women's pain" on twitter today, which struck me in a strange and unpleasant way, because my IUD means freedom from the pain I was previously experiencing almost every month. I don't want the narrative to be dominated by the insertion to the exclusion of the 8 years of contraception and in most cases reduction or cessation of periods. I also think people who had the worst experiences are the most likely to share them online and I'm concerned about women getting a skewed idea of how common the most severe pain is. I'm particularly concerned about this because it's happening in an environment that is already discouraging women from using birth control. There are tons of influencers telling young women hormonal birth control will ruin their body, make them sick and harm their mental health and do a million other awful things. A lot of women do have bad experiences with birth control pills ("the pill" is actually a lot of different pills with different doses of estrogen and progestin, just because one doesn't work doesn't mean the pill isn't an option for you, this has been a PSA) and should be allowed to discuss them, but I'm also not going to support framing it "as the pill is horrible" even if that is an individual woman's real experience, because I think we need to be cognizant of right wing fear-mongering about birth control. This is in a political climate where many women in the US no longer have access to legal abortion and the government in power wants to further restrict reproductive freedom.

There's a huge variation in how different bodies handle things like pap smears and IUD insertions. There's not enough acknowledgement or understanding of it, because the medical establishment is systemically misogynist and issues that affect primarily women don't get enough attention. We should be working to change that and IUD insertion is part of that conversation but I want it to be a productive conversation, not one that makes an already stressful process scarier. That's what I was venting about. I'm not coming onto random women's posts about their bad experiences and telling them they're helping Republicans by talking about their lives.

Okay I’m about ready to say I’m opposed to the whole “IUD insertion is horribly painful” thing. I keep seeing examples of women saying they’re terrified before their appointments and I think there’s a very really concern that talking about it this way will scare women off.

[dinoformer]

Can you perhaps do Optimus x Cybertronian reader where reader is already stayed on earth far longer than Optimus? They're not an autobot nor a decepticon, they don't side with anyone. They just want to enjoy earth in peace without thinking about war. Heck, they maybe don't give a shit about who's good and who's bad, they just don't care about anything besides themselves.

And maybe they met Optimus before he became Optimus prime, when he's still Orion pax. And they have a little reunion as an old friend.

How have you been?

GN, Jazz dies, angst maybe.

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They met Optimus during his time as Orion Pax working in the Iacon hall of records, they were assigned to keep him in check along with Jazz. Sometimes they indulged him by having debates regarding equal freedom for all cybertronians and the current state of the gladiators of Kaon.

With time they found a friend in each other and Orion Pax trusted that they were going to aid with his plan of meeting the gladiator Megatronus.

“Orion, I don’t think we should to Kaon just to meet this Megatronus” they warned him “all we really know about him is that he is the top gladiators over there and not to mention that Kaon is not the safest place to visit.”

“We need him if we want to help the people from Cybertron.”

Orion was set of meeting his future ally. Megatronus became an important member of their group- a brother- Orion and him were usually planning on how to change the system while they just accompanied them during the long solar cycles.

It was until Megatronus started changing, he become more hostile towards them and Orion, he was set of taking over the government no matter what and after the incident at the High Council he left them. Like they meant nothing to him.

They continued to support Orion but with each casualty they distanced themself from his cause, they did want this war or choosing sides.

So, when Orion became Optimus Prime, he put all his focus on trying to reason with Megatron and his decepticons even if it ended in a fight.

That is why they was never really a member of the Autobots, they considered themself more of a neutral bot even when Optimus keep trying to convince them to join his team.

It was not until another fight between the two groups broke out, one of the worst battles they had to endure. They had watched their comrades fall one by one, many of their closest friends dying on the battlefield, but for them time stopped when they were to witness Jazz taking his last glance at them before being offlined by a decepticon. It broke them, Jazz dying broke them, and they did not know what to do.

They could not save him, and it was all in their head now, they started having corrupted thoughts and blamed Optimus for this. Jazz and every autobot was fight under his leadership so why did he let them down.

They wanted to end it all and leaving Cybertron was their only option, they need to get away.

“This is it Optimus, I can’t keep fighting anymore” they said while preparing their spaceship for their departure. “I don’t want to be part of this war.”

“You can’t give up now, what about our goal” he tried to reason.

“Your dream, Prime, not mine” they said looking at him. “You have to change people first before changing the system and right now everyone is so ready to kill each other.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know but I will be fine so don’t look for me” they reassured him. “Until we meet again, Optimus Prime” they extended their servo.

They landed on planet earth without any plan of how to survive among organics, but they managed.

They got their vehicle form from and abandoned Pontiac solstice they found and starter their travels around earth. They visited many places and dedicated their time to discover organic life form that they never thought existed, their personal favorite being the mountain lions which is why they found themselves driving around the desert of Jasper-Nevada.

They have been following a mountain lion for a few hours because they wanted to pet it, and they almost did it if it was not for a big cybertronian starlight them both.

“It seems like you need to work on being aware of your surroundings, my old friend.”

“That’s what living in peace does to a bot, Optimus” they turned around annoyed. “You scared my new pet.”

“So, this is the planet you decided escape to.”

“Well, not what I had in mind, but I love it here, I found the peace I needed after everything” they did not want to remember their last time at Cybertron, it was still a sore spot for them.

“I glad you are ok” he said as the ground bridge opened behind him.

“It seems I am needed somewhere else, but you are always welcome at our base” he finished by patting their shoulder before going into the portal.

Maybe is they will visit the Autobots, maybe what they needs is to have a proper reunion with Optimus just like during the old simple days of laughing around Iacon hall of records.

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Please let me know if there is any grammatical errors, English is not my first language.

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[certifiedsexed]

hi! so i did send an ask about this before but i left out an important detail so gonna try this again

my periods are painful. likeee very

twice now (consecutively i think) ive had a fair portion of my day at school knocked out of focus by period cramps, so bad that i have to spend hours focused on not throwing up, its disrupted my sleep a few times, and way back in july the pain was so awful while i was in the shower that my vision started to go weird (i couldn't see) and i had to sit down for a while in the shower (i thought i was about to die😭😭), and thats Definitely Not a normal amount of pain

the important detail mentioned earlier is that i dont really have access to pain meds (if i tell my parents im on my period they treat me weirdly and i really hate it, ive also never taken a pill in my life and im lowkey a little scared of them)

im simultaneously worried that this is a big issue and i need to do something about it and that its normal and im just being dramatic 😭

thank you for any advice you can give :3

Hello! I never mind people resending asks, so let me see if I can help you!

So, you're correct! That's definitely not a reasonable amount of pain to be in, much less repeatedly. The part about not being able to see (your vision going strange) also sounds bad and very scary!

Here's the thing: you're not being dramatic. These are extreme symptoms and they're disrupting your life, that's enough in-of-itself to be worried.

Honestly, I really would suggest asking your parents if you can get checked out. I would also suggest at least trying to get some pain meds, even if you only try one and its a very mild type but I understand if you can't do that.

I also understand being scared of medicine, especially if you don't have a lot of experience with it. If you do manage to get any, I'd take as much time as you need and start as gradually as possible.

There are also other options besides pills, like pain patches/heat patches, hot water bottles, ice packs, finding foods that don't make your period worse, etc.

I don't know what "weirdness" your parents direct towards you if they know you're on your period but with the amount of pain you're in, especially if its getting worse, I think it'd definitely be worth at least trying to convince them to get you checked out/get you some meds.

I'd definitely say this is a big issue. Not an immediate "go to the ER now" issue but definitely a "This is dangerous and unhealthy and you could seriously hurt yourself" issue.

I'm not sure how helpful this is. But let me know!! Especially if you have any other questions. <3

[hee0soo]

Don't call me a Friend!

Pairing — Kim Hongjoong x afab!Reader

Summary — Not sure what exactly you were you meet the boys. But even when you had yet to define what you had, you wer not "just" friends...

Genre — fluff

AU/Trope Info — Non-Idol!Au

Wordcount — 0.7k

Warnings — alcohol mentioned, language

Rating — PG-13

A/N — Inspired by Meghan Trainors song -Title-

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

“So, what are you two?” Yunho questioned and took a sip of his beer. His eye curiously resting on you and Hongjoong sitting right next to you along with the others.

This was the first time you actually got to hang out with the boys, only having met in passing when you left Hongjoong’s apartment as the man had always made sure to keep his friends and you separated and avoid questions he wasn’t quite sure how to answer.

However today the boys had finally managed to get him to agree to a hang out and you loved every minute since you had walked into the bar with Hongjoong’s side.

Hongjoong looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck at the question of the tallest.

“We, uhm— we’re good friends…” he fumbled with his words and with wide eyes you stared at him before quickly schooling your face into a neutral one.

Ever since you started this you had never really talked about what it is that you had with each other, but hearing him say you were friends? Now that was just a complete and utter lie.

Friends don’t fall into bed together after dinner at some chic restaurant. Friends don’t kiss simply because the other was watching with that gentle whipped smile and friends certainly were not being as lovey dovey as you were.

Wooyoung across from you snorted. “Good friends, suure… is that why I walke-“ he cut himself of with a grunt and a painful expression on his face.

“I have no idea what you mean.” the man next to you deadpanned unimpressed.

He looked just as unimpressed as you felt. The only difference was that your mood went more against the man himself and that didn’t change when his eyes met yours.

Hongjoong immediately knew that you weren’t as chill as you wanted the boys to know. He regretted his words almost as soon as they had left him yet he didn’t dare let that get to him now.

The man didn’t want to put a label on what you had when he didn’t know if you even wanted one and so to say you were friends was the safest option for now.

With the conversation moving along and the focus shifting slowly away from you and Hongjoong, you used the moment to lean over to him.

“I think you and I need a new drink, right?” and with that you got up and moved towards the bar. Your friend scrambled up and after you through the crowd.

Yeosang elbowed San to get his attention and nodded to where you both had vanished in the crowd.

“Friends my ass.”

Over by the bar you waited for the bartender to finish and give him your order when you felt Hongjoong’s hands on your waist and his warm breath fan over your neck and ear.

“Y/n i-“ he tried.

“You don’t need to explain.” You shrugged and tried to ignore the shiver running down your spine at his touch.

“I think I do. When I said you’re my friend I mean-“

“Don’t call me a friend! Not when you had your dick buried in my pussy not even a few hours ago.”

Hongjoong had to stop himself from smiling at the memory and how petulant you sounded even when you had your back turned to him and without seeing your face.

“I hope you know that you are much more to me then just a friend. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to, you know, be in an actual relationship with me.”

With your newly filled drinks you turned in his arms to face him.

“If I hear that word again, you will never get to see me naked again…”

His smile softened as he looked you straight in the eyes.

“I understand my love.”

And his lips met your own.

[gouraminnow]

idk if you’ve already done this, but mind doing a ranking of the worst yanderes in op :p

Oooh I have not! Lets give it a shot.

So there will be two versions. First, if the darling is willing and second if not. TW for typical yandere shit and mentions of physical harm/abuse, though not detailed.

With a willing darling:

The WBP and Strawhats as a whole? Fantastic. You might never even know there's anything crazy lurking, any protectiveness likely to be attributed to their bond with you as their beloved crewmate. Yeah, they get violent, but it's usually if you're in danger and they do that for each other as well. Also included in this category is Sabo, Koala, Katakuri, Hancock, and Shanks.

Crewmates like Ace, Nami or Sanji may get visibly jealous, but they're more likely to get sulky than overtly violent unless the behavior of whoever they're whining about tips over the edge into something that makes YOU upset. As long as nothing like that happens, it's fine. Nami will be passive aggressive about it later though, and Ace still sulks until one of his older, more mature nakama rolls their eyes and tells him to get over it. Nothing happened, and you're still theirs.

Law is... hard for me to get a handle on, tbh. I think he pushes his feelings down and it takes a lot for him to say anything. Has the awareness to know the intensity of his feelings is probably bad, but can't help worrying over you. You notice that you aren't allowed to do much, and even if you're crushing on him(which is likely, bc hot tattooed doctor) you probably do not think he returns them at all. So you... also push things down.

Crocodile is another one who can be good to you, very much so- but you're much more likely to realize a bit more of what's under the surface. There's an incident. Someone gets a bit too close perhaps, and of course you're having none of it. You try to put space between you as politely as possible, and succeed- but the transgression is enough for Crocodile to deem this scum worthy of ridding himself (and you) of. You come to understand that you're on a leash with him, and that it's only so loose because you have yet to give him a reason to pull it tight.

The Kid Pirates... oof. If it's just Killer, you're good. You're set. Another one you may never know about. But if Kid is part of it... he's likely to get angry and have bouts of jealousy even if you DO want to be there. It's going to be a lot of assurance. Some isolation. There are eggshells to tiptoe around. But he and his crew will eviscerate anyone who bothers you, you get a bitchin' wardrobe as part of his crew and you get fluffy coat privileges. Soo... Pros and cons?

Doflamingo just sucks so so fucking bad no matter what. Sorry.

With an unwilling darling:

The Strawhats get to be just above the WBP here. They're the best option- you are unlikely to be pushed into anything overtly romantic unless you initiate it. They kind of... pretend nothing is wrong. You are never hurt (deliberately- you may break bones when Luffy launches himself on you) and while Sanji is... Sanji, you are never expected to reciprocate. You just... don't really get privacy. And most of the crew prefers to act like nothing's wrong and isolate you if you do something wrong. Their actions are framed for the sake of your safety if you complain, understanding but unwavering. Though it is funny when you try to make a break for it and Zoro gets hopelessly lost searching for you...

Koala can be a little bit… explosive. But she's sweet too, and you aren't isolated- probably moved somewhere under the RA that she visits whenever possible. She's loving, but can be a little huffy if you won't reciprocate. She doesn't want to even yell at you, let alone hurt you. You're pampered while she's gone, and when she's with you she wants to be held. Wants to do nice things that ease her stress with you. Spa treatment, massaging eachother, even just a domestic night in, but begrudgingly understands why you're so hesitant. Gets emotional whenever she returns to you.

The WBP are much firmer with you. There are rules. If it's romantic on their part, they do expect you to accept it, though adjustment is expected. Ace is the best possibility because he feels awful about it. You will get the most lenience from him. Thatch and Marco follow- Thatch dotes and suffocates in an attempt to get you to warm up, and Marco understands the psychological distress this puts you under and attempts to alleviate it. Gets others to back off if he notices things are just a little too much, but works with Thatch to drug you if your nerves keep you up. Izou is another who gives you space when it's all a bit too much, somewhere to unwind without the expectation to engage. You can vent to him, too, and he won't punish you for it as long as it's in this specific setting. Make a scene, though, and he's not as merciful. You're gagged after too many verbal outbursts, something horribly embarrassing that has you doing the isolating yourself, save from them visiting you. Too many escape attempts result in shackles- they won't hurt you unless you hurt them.

Sabo is... painfully nice. It really throws you off. Doting and loving, acting as if you want to be here, oh-so-patient it's maddening. You will have everything you need, but you'll be so lonely without him. This is deliberate, of course, anything to get you to lean into that touch, to cling to him... Sabo is honestly a good option, in terms of yanderes. Doesn't force you to be affectionate too quickly, but heaps it onto you. Good food, a nice room, but when he's on his missions which can take ages, he... doesn't let anyone see you directly. He has things delivered, of course he does, and a snail to call you with, but it's still maddening. He's this low partially because of the isolation and because he actually is willing to hurt you. It is an absolute last resort that he will put off as long as he can- but you don't have to hurt him to earn it. If you break out to many times, he'll break a leg. He doesn't want to though, and you are very unlikely to even be able to push him that far.

Law is... not good with feelings. I admittedly struggle with his characterization because of this- stoic characters are hard for me. He won't hurt you, not when his power works the way it does, but it's still distressing to be rendered into pieces. It's... kind of miserable. He knows this, and he isn't happy about it, but he won't let you go. Honestly might be the type of yandere to not keep you close, opting to do something similar to when he had his crew live in Zou during Dressrosa. He's that worried about his crew- how could he bear endangering someone he's utterly obsessed with? A strange one in that I can see him distancing himself even as a yandere. But I can also see him keep moving the goalpost in regards to what he sees as safe enough- meanwhile you're trapped in a tiny submarine room, rarely getting any sunlight... and if your inevitable depression leads to you clinging to him, that makes it even harder to pull away.

Crocodile is a constant, unyielding presence. You always know when he's there, and when he isn't, you still know that anything you do will get back to him. He expects your gratitude. You get a few inches of lenience in the beginning- being abducted and expected to play house with a man like him is jarring to say the least- but he isn't kind about it. Mocks you for being fearful, but won't punish you for it. You can tremble when you sit on his lap, light his cigars, rub his shoulders. You can get teary-eyed when he pulls you close, able to taste his cigars and scotch on your tongue when he kisses you, just don't be too loud in your displeasure. Escaping or talking back are met with punishments. Ah, ungrateful, are you? Then enjoy a few nights in the doghouse, without any of the luxuries he provides. Minimal food, scratchy clothes, no bedding, etc. It's nicer to love him isn't it?

Kid pirates... it's going to suck. If it's just Killer: he won't hurt you unless he absolutely feels he needs to. But Kid? Yeah, he's loud and mean and it's likely he killed whatever family/friends you had on the island/crew he pulled you from when he raided it. Even if Killer isn't part of the relationship, he's your saving grace as the only one who can get the guy to calm the fuck down. Kid isn't against hurting you, but prefers not to- harder to be affectionate with someone who can't be touched without aggravating a wound. He doesn't want you broken and your distress is completely expected. Kid isn't one for comfort, though. The best you get is time alone to cry. You'd think all he has is disdain for your tears if it weren't for the way he huffs, and tosses his big coat over you before stomping away. Kid has his moments, and gets better the longer you stay, but... it's never good.

Doflamingo is still Doflamingo. He's the worst.