#and like. what do I do with this form of privilege??*
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what do u think is dealer matt and doll reader doing rn?
22.22 || dealer!matt x doll!reader
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at 22:22, the living room feels cozy, bathed in soft glow of the la lights filtering through the room windows. matt was sat on the couch, his gaze lazily fixed on the view outside, earbuds in, music just loud enough to keep the world out. he feels her familiar weight settle beside him, her head gently resting on his shoulder and out of habit, he slips one earbud out so he can hear her tiny breaths and the rustle of her dress.
she twirls the ribbon in her hair between her fingers, lost in thought, before her fingers drift over to trace the ink on his arm. itâs a quiet habit she has, one he never minds, even if he pretends otherwise. she looks up at him, her cheeks flushed, a small smile forming as she catches him watching her out of the corner of his eye.
âdid you make a wish?â she whispers, her voice soft as she presses a hand to his chest, feeling the slow steady beat beneath.
matt scoffs lightly, as if the idea of making a wish is so childish. "whatâs the point? got everything i need right here," he mumbles, letting his arm slip around her waist, pulling her more closer. his words are gruff, but thereâs warmth in his gaze, and she knows he means it.
she bites her lip, trying to hide the smile that threatens to spread. instead, she nestles closer snuggling into the familiar scent of himâa mix of leather, cinnamon, musk and the faintest hint of smoke. "youâre so grumpy," she teases, voice muffled as she buries her face into his shoulder. "but youâre my grump."
he lets out a low chuckle, a rare sound that only she has the privilege to hear and she swears that makes her heart skip. "only for you, doll," he mutters, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. his hand trails up to hold her face gently, thumb tracing her cheek and for a moment his usual hard expression softens as he gazes down at her.
she beams up at him, eyes wide and sparkling, like he is the worldâs sweetest secret. "'m glad youâre here, matt," she whispers, so low that it's barely audible. he doesnât say anything back, but his grip tightens, a silent promise that heâs not going anywhere.
as the clock ticks past 22:22, she closes her eyes, feeling safe and warm in his arms. matt holds her close, and for a moment, he lets himself forget everything else. it's just the two of them, when he realizes he wouldnât want it any other way.
an; it was 22.22 while i wrote this hehe doll reader and dealer matt are my babies i love them!!! idk but im feeling that i have stopped writing for others nowđđ arda work soon?
tagged; @mattsdolll @izzylovesmatt
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I also had another random thought about being Konig's platonic darling and Ghost's romantic darling at the same time!
In a lot of fics, darlings are mostly seen as rabbit or caged birds right? I personally think that kortac operator!reader is a swan. Why? Swans glide gracefully, but that's on the surface. They're paddling madly under the water. That's her! Being an operator means that darling shows excellence, but doesn't show her struggles to achieve that position. Also, doesn't have the privilege of opening up because that is a privilege reserved for the rookies. Operators can't do that. In Kortac, darling doesn't have the privilege about opening up about Konig. I believe that all readers are beautiful, so that, plus looking perfect in the surface, radiate swan energy.
And Ghost, being an extremely sharp man with good instincts can see that she's "paddling madly under the water" despite the perfect exterior. Maybe this is what attracted him to her?
A little scenario came to mind! I hope you don't mind me adding on to this ^-^
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"Ain't you tired?" a deep, gravelly voice called out to you from behind. You flinched, all your training gone the second either Ghost or König were around, and you'd know his accent from anywhere. Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted him hidden in the dark shadows along the wall near you, leisurely leaning against the metal while raking his eyes up and down your body.
It wasn't like you needed to fear him. What you needed was to pay attention to the meeting happening in front of you, although you had to admit you had long tuned out the voices explaining new adaptions to the handbook on how to behave with fellow operators. For a while, you had been watching König, his hulking form a few rows in front of you, other, lower-ranking soldiers separating you just like you wanted. He kept shifting his weight, stealing glances back at you, making sure you were still there.
Of course, you were. You were tired, not disobedient.
"You're not supposed to be here," you mumbled back, your sentence containing the slightest hint of a question even though the fact remained. He wasn't a KorTac operator; he didn't need to take part in a meeting with them. "And you should be sleepin'. Can see your eye bags from a mile away."
"Charming..." you sighed. "You came here just to tell me that?"
"Nah. Just lookin' out for my darlin'."
You took a deep breath, widening your stance as if to put up a stronger barrier. Naturally, König's head snapped around, checking why you were moving. Still, his focus was so sharply on you that he completely missed the ghost hiding in the shadows. König was obviously annoyed about the standing arrangements, rank never suiting him whenever he had to be a professional while in the same room with you. His neck stretched, making him even taller (as if he didn't already surpass all the other soldiers), yet, when you shrugged at him, he resigned himself to listening to the lecture. Was he disappointed there was no danger? One, where he could swoop you up and carry you to safety?
"I'm not tired, thanks," you finally replied to Ghost's question, speaking slowly and calmly to not raise suspicion by letting your voice ring through the rows of operators. If Königâwho you were sure by now this meeting was about as someone must have ratted him out for how he was behaving around youâwasn't enough of a stress factor, you really didn't need an additional hen to hoover over you.
"No foolin' me. I know he kept you on your toes last night. Always does, that bastard. The thrill of the chase, yeh? But won't you get tired from being the mouse?"
"It's not ideal," you offered, a small acknowledgment of the truth. "But he's my colonel, and I respect him. Can we leave it at that?"
Ghost sighed, and you felt his presence step up to your back rather than hear it. Uncanny, that's what he was. That was the reason your skin turned into goosebumps as he stood behind you, shrouded in darkness like an apparition rather than a fellow human being.
"Sure, darlin'. You can have me bed if you need to sleep for once. You know where to find me."
And then, as silently as he appeared, he was gone again, leaving you with that offer. Biting your lip, you hated how tempting it was. How secure it felt to put your trust in him. You knew better than that; knew he was on the opposite side of the spectrum of the horror you were living.
Ghost made it very clear that he wanted you, perhaps in the same way as König, just... carnally. König wanted his version of you, to be with you, to obsess over you, love you. Take care of you although you were perfectly able to do so yourself. The job was dangerous, sure, but in his version, you were a pitiful, debilitated thing to care for. One that needed him almost as much as he seemed to need you. But Ghost... he wanted more than that.
He wanted to win you over, wanted to mold and bend you as he pleased, wanted you feisty yet helpless to his demands. He wanted you screaming and crying, but he wanted you to come to him despite the eery promises of discomfort he emitted. There was more possessiveness in his eyes every time you saw him, more lust, more desire. Perhaps it was a form of love, too, but it was hard to understand either man obsessing with you.
"[Name]?"
Shit, the meeting.
"Y-Yeah?" you replied quickly, not wanting to be caught. König towered in front of you, his body blacking out the low-hanging lights he had to duck underneath.
"Who were you talking with? I saw your mouth move."
"N-No one, Colonel! I was repeating what I was learning."
"Oh... I see. Good. That's good."
You noticed his eyes prying away from you, scanning the area behind you briefly. "Let's go then. You didn't have your breakfast yet, did you?"
Lifting his arm behind your back, it hovered there. Not close enough to touch, even if you knew he was edging his fingertips over your shoulders, but it urged you forward in a gesture so natural, no one batted an eye. You sighed as you picked up a pace that König had very little problem keeping up with, but you knew that not all suspicions were quelled just with your verbal confirmation. He'd be even more careful and attentiveâwhich was hard, considering he was overbearing on the good days.
And suddenly, Ghost's invitation felt very tempting again.
#ghost#ghost cod#könig#könig cod#yandere ghost#yandere könig#cod#yandere cod#call of duty#yandere call of duty#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere tw#yandere fanfiction#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere drabbles#yandere oneshot#yandere stories#yandere writing#yandere imagines
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What would happen if an Odonii were pregnant, or to a child if it were born? Is it like, a vestal virgins situation
Yeah it's vestal virgin-y in that the consequence is death. It's expected to be a form of ritual suicide, and they will be executed (via being physically forced into this suicide) if this is refused. (This is the same for breaking any of the vows of the order, celibacy is one of several).
(TANGENT: should be noted that 'celibacy' in this cultural context really means 'not having penetrative sex involving a penis', most specifically PIV sex. Getting fingered or eaten out or etc would not be considered breaking celibacy (but if the partner is known to be male, they would bear a high risk of PIV sex being Assumed to have happened) (it's also not something you could just be Open about doing on a number of other levels, it's just that it's 'dishonorable or at least questionable conduct' rather than 'breaking a holy vow')
In cases of an Odonii breaking their vow of celibacy it must be corrected with both their death and the execution of their sexual partner (this is part of the process of reconsecrating the order). When 'breaking celibacy' occurs in the context of rape, the rapist is not only killed in reconsecration but denied funerary rites, beheaded and mutilated, and left on display to rot, which is considered to damn them to a miserable afterlife as an earthbound ghost (this is a wider trend in executions for very severe offenses rather than specific to this situation).
The expectation for suicide or execution would ostensibly be the same in cases of rape, but in practice, Odonii who do not take it upon themselves to honorably end their lives have mostly been exiled from the order while still Getting To Live (especially in cases of pregnancy). This is in some ways an act of mercy, but largely a punishment for their 'cowardice' in not properly reconsecrating the order by ending their own life. Their body is considered to have been defiled in a permanent manner, their exile from the order is a mark of shame.
They not only Lose their privileges and status as an Odonii but are now a disgraced individual (thus having a higher chance that their fathers will not reclaim them under their household), a woman who has not only lost virginity but been impregnated by another man prior to marriage (thus may have Significant difficulties finding a husband, and Significantly More difficulties obtaining security for their bastard child). Odonii exiled in this manner are not only relegated back to the default second class citizen role as a non-man, but are distinctly socially disadvantaged beyond just being a woman, likely to be deprived of the patriarchal household structure, (which is the main source of security for a woman here, because this society is so deeply structured around it). Even if the woman herself is reclaimed under her father's name, any resulting child is very unlikely to be.
(When I say things like this, it's as a generalization. Many fathers Do In Fact love their children and may continue protecting them in spite of social shame, it's just not the default either. In many cases this will be performed by not Officially reclaiming them to avoid familial disgrace, while still offering them physical sanctuary).
An Odomache who broke celibacy (or ''broke'' it in the case of rape) would be FULLY expected to commit ritual suicide, and this would be Strongly enforced without any exile wiggle room, pregnancy or no. Their body isn't just one of many living embodiments of sovereignty (as in other Odonii) but has a Face of God incarnated within it, which absolutely Must be made whole again by their body's reconsecration in death and Odomache's incarnation into a new body. If a pregnancy was involved, the fetus would not have any special status (ie wouldn't be treated as some kind of child of God), rather would be treated as a defiling element in a living body of God with absolutely no reason whatsoever to preserve it.
This scenario has never actually played out in full in the modern version of the order (the last Odomache is reported to have been raped after her capture, but was killed almost immediately without the body ever being reclaimed) so no one knows Exactly how they would handle the situation on a political level.
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i'm literally so flattered by this. i wish i'd come up with a more thought-out argument so i could properly fight your student. i can do the counterargument now if you'd like.
i'm not scared of generative ai. i'm genuinely concerned for the impact it'll have on the neurological development of young people if they become overexposed to the instant gratification of "bringing their ideas to life" and never practice or develop the skills and labour actually associated with creating something from nothing. it means that if the ai gives you dogshit (and it will), you don't have the ability to fix it, because you're so alienated from the process of creating (writing an essay, drawing a picture, organizing a playlist, composing a song, listening to and analyzing and summarizing the art you're examining) that you don't know what isn't working or how to make it work correctly. if you don't learn how to analyze, if you don't train your brain to do these things, they don't stop needing to be done. you will be dependant on ai, or on others to do these things for you. others, you can sometimes trust, but it really helps to be able to really grok the difference between a grifter, an ignorant person, and a person who knows what they're talking about -- and again, the more you alienate yourself from the construction of their arguments, the less you are able to take them apart and see what isn't adding up. and ai is dogshit, frequently incorrect and incapable of doing the small calculus the human brain can do (if you train it to) to tell the difference between quality of sources and reliability of data, so it should never be trusted, period.
the only part of this "new technology" that i'm scared of is based on a history of ideas that i have actually studied. historically, the more we alienate ourselves from the process of labour, the less we are able to grasp it as a reality, and the more people are able to use that fact to exploit us. if you look at, say, the paper coffee cup on your desk, really look at it. where did that come from? it didn't spring fully formed from someone's imagination. someone had to design the shape of that cup, engineer it so it could contain a hot beverage and keep it hot, come up with the sleeve to make sure the drinker could actually hold it, but there's even more to it than that. someone had to make the cup. someone had to source the paper (or the compound) for the body, the material for the lid, the glue that holds it together. someone had to harvest those materials, in whichever country they were sourced, and someone had to package them and transport them to the company responsible for assembling the cup. someone designed the logo and the pattern on the outside, and someone is monitoring the machine that prints those images on the cup. someone will be responsible for picking up the waste and transporting it to a recycling plant, or to the landfill where it'll end up. let's not even start on the drink inside it. farming, harvesting, shipping, receiving, assembling, serving. it takes time to manifest something, and you are in a position of immense privilege to not have to think about where it all comes from on a regular basis. but what happens when the supply lines get shut down? what happens when there's a failure of irrigation or something in the paper mill and the glue holding the paper together doesn't work? do you know? i don't, personally. but there is someone along the line whose job it is to know, and i appreciate the work they (probably aren't paid enough to) do so that i can grab a coffee on my way into my own work. i have to appreciate it because i know that if the process goes wrong somewhere, i have no fucking idea what to do about the problem.
but i'm not pretending to know. i'm not applying for a job at the papermill to work for pennies instead of someone who does know the perfect chemical makeup of coffee cup cardboard because i can order a ton of coffee cups online from amazon in bulk. that's why generative ai offends me. the work that goes into creating art and writing still has to be done, because all generative ai knows how to do is steal, and it doesn't steal like an artist. artists look at the works of others and think, oh, i see how they did that, i want to try doing that, and then they can, because they learned how to appreciate the process. they've actually worked, and practiced, and spent time engaging with the process step by step to create something they find pleasing. generative ai looks at art and spits out a copy by comparing one image to another and assuming based on Uncredited Data that sometimes, pictures have hands in them, and hands sort of look like this. and the computer doesn't have a goddamn clue how many fingers the hand has, or how to translate that data into a visual. you know what does? the human brain. you know what you can do instead of bemoaning that you, a high school junior, can't produce a rembrandt on your first try? you can actually try drawing something.
you can actually try to turn your ideas into a drawing. you can do research into how to make it look the way you want it to. who knows? you might actually have fun doing it. because the creative process can be fun! it isn't for everyone, but unless you actually sit down and try, you won't find out, and if it's not for you, you'll never grasp on that physical experiential level that the creative process is actually a lot of fucking work, and we should respect artists for being able to sit down and do it so we don't have to, same as we respect the farmers who grow our food or the plant workers who mix the slurry that becomes our coffee cup cardboard.
i'm not scared of spotify for pushing ai bullshit down my throat. more than anything, i'm kind of offended, because i do put a lot of work into my playlists, and i have a lot of fun doing it, because i like listening to music and analyzing lyrics and relating the themes of songs to my little characters. i took it so personally because i Want to be involved in the process. i'm paying spotify a lot of my real adult money to have access to music and the tools i can use to entertain this pastime of mine, and it's kind of fucked up that they're raising their monthly fee to fund a tool that makes me, the user of their product, motivated to use their product less. insulting, even. why should i pay more for a computer to do a worse job than me at Having Fun? making a playlist isn't even that fucking hard.
i'm just tired. stuff takes work to make. it takes care and time and effort to create something from nothing, and a lot of the time, the process is necessary to make the thing good, because it forces you to take the time you need to spot and fix mistakes. i hope by now that it's self-explanatory why i don't want an entire society run by a dipshit program that doesn't know how to do what it's doing and doesn't know how to solve the problems it creates faster than human hands could ever manage, and i hope the dipshit machine and the grifters who push it are inextricable from each other in the minds of anyone who's read this whole post. i don't want them to run society either, because they Know that generative ai sucks and can't do anything right, and they're still trying to tack it on to everything to devalue the labour of artists and make a quick buck for themselves.
the best quote i've ever seen about generative ai is "why should i bother reading something nobody bothered to write".
we are a social species. alienation from labour alienates us from each other, from our communities, and makes us feel alone. when we're alone, we're vulnerable down to our core psychology, and there are a lot of people out there who know better who want to take advantage of vulnerable people to manipulate society at large. they want to make money off of your suffering. they want to reduce you to a number for their own convenience so they can use the One Life You Have On Earth to play their own personal tycoon game and get a slightly higher score. they want you to spend less time having fun, creating art, spending time with your family, thinking about what they're Doing to you, so you don't ruin their good time. i'm not scared because it's new, i'm pissed because it's the same old late capitalist shit i've already been dealing with, and i'm sick of seeing it everywhere because it stands a very real chance of turning everyone's brains to even more detached-from-reality mush than late-stage capitalism already has already.
And, on top of all of that, spotify's algorithm sucks shit already, so why on earth would i want it to make my playlists for me. the other day i saw it put zombie by the cranberries on a halloween playlist. she doesn't know dickety shit about my ideas or vibes or anything. so
no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder
#loquor#seems ironic considering how i started the post but i'm really not looking to fight with anyone about this#i'm just worried for people. i'm worried for myself#long post
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Fish anon again
"Male people, such as trans women, will still never face actual misogyny, which is the name for sex-based oppression."
How can you feel so comfortable neatly categorising trans women out of being able to experience discrimination they clearly do? When trans women are harassed in the street, or pressured to shave their legs, or die of breast cancer due to a lack of medical funding, or killed by their partners - that's only transphobia and/or homophobia? Because of the cells in their body? How does neatly dividing complicated forms of discrimination by primary sexual characteristics make sense?
In your example of a trans women (the "male person") being murdered by a sex buyer - can you say with a straight face that the man's actions were not influenced whatsoever by his hatred of women? That this women who was murdered was the victim of only homophobia and transphobia.
I am going to say this completely seriously, read Invisible Women (free pdf here , free audiobook with a library card here ) and then get back to me. I want to hear what you have to say about the matter after you read this book, and I want you to know that itâs not even radical feminist theory, just regular feminism.
Another book that would be a good read is Who Cooked the Last Supper, but as I donât have any free copies readily available, I will just say that the reason all other bigotries so closely mimic misogyny is because misogyny was the first bigotry. Misogyny was the very first way people looked at each other and said âi am this way and you are differentâ and acted upon it to privilege one group and disenfranchise the other. If there is a similarity between transphobia and homophobia as compared to misogyny, that would be because they used the misogyny template to grow.
This book outlines this in how women were kept as slaves because they could provide more slaves in the future when raped. How that sexual slavery morphed into marriage so that the rapist could be sure the child was his. And how this was all happening when humanity was still in early tribal form and long before the birth of jesus or even the idea of yahweh. And how it became more intensely enforced as time went on. How the first recorded code of laws even has misogyny enforced in its text. Misogyny is the template for other bigotries, and that is the reason that trans women can claim they experience something like misogyny, because all bigotry is like misogyny, but only female people experience oppression on the basis of sex.
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so are we gonna talk about how blindfold brothers and wemmbu kinda just treat the empire as on call fighters for zam bc of mapicc. he's zam's scary dog privilege LMFAO
#lifesteal#devotion duo#prince zam#mapicc#like is mapicc zams scary dog privilege or ?#its funny bc I do gen believe mapicc would help zam#no matter what but also esp bc hes incapable of not teaming w his friends and caring for them#like look at ro and zam#bro ends up at LEAST allying w them in some shape or form in every season regardless of if theyve been enemies or not#and if mapicc asked i do think most of the empire would back HIM up#though i dont think zam realizes that he CAN rely on the empire due to his importance to mapicc#or maybe he doesnt want to? or he doesnt consider it an actual stable reliance since theyd be fighting to help mapicc#and bc its a common enemy and not necessarily FOR zam himself#lifesteal spoilers
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Hey if you're a white person (as I am too!) and reading the stuff about End OTW Racism (@end-otw-racism) is making you uncomfortable CONGRATULATIONS THATS THE POINT bipoc have been uncomfortable in fandom for decades and some of yall can't face being uncomfortable for five seconds and still have the gall to have shit like BLM in your descriptions.
Put your money where your mouth is. Be uncomfortable. Actually read what they're talking about and what changes they're proposing instead of jumping right to BuT wHaT aBoUt My DaRk FiC (they want to protect your dark fic and help ensure you're safer from harassment over it!)and ThEy'Re PrO-cEnSoRsHiP (they are explicitly not).
I'm so fucking tired of having my posts and those I reblog on this topic largely ignored on my personal account, but ESPECIALLY I'm furious about how ignored posts on racism in fandom are when I put them on the danmei art sideblogs.
I see racism every single fucking DAY as part of running those accounts. This isn't some nebulous thing happening elsewhere, this is us!
If you don't care, I really need you to take a long hard look in the mirror and ask yourself WHY DONT I CARE?
Because YOU SHOULD FUCKING CARE.
#unforth rambles#end racism in the otw#end otw racism#i was already at my breaking point on this issue a month ago when i started talking more about microaggressions in the mdzs tag#now seeing how impossible it is to get people to give a shit ive moved to fucking FURIOUS#WHY ARENT MORE PEOPLE ANGRY I DONT UNDERSTAND#(i do understand#its racism taking rhe form of complacency and disinterest#from people who have the privilege to ignore it because it makes them uncomfortable and doesnt harm them directly#im honestly gettibg so disgusted#do better white fandom)#im a jewish white woman with biracial kids#it horrifies me to realize that im genuinely not sure if the circles im in would be safe for my half black kids to join#im genuinely not sure i can let my kids join fandom when they get old enough#for fear of what they'll be exposed to here#do yall even realize what a fucking indictment that is?#note this is mostly not aimed at my mutuals#yall are awesome and ilu#but i only have about 75 mutuals#what about the rest of my 1900 followers like wtf guys
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€maritza was unquestionably smitten. to have been rescued by her hero was thrilling enough, but for him to be right here in her home was another thing entirely. her father would surely disapprove of the way in which captain vought's presence made her feel, having shoved catholic values of virtue down her throat since her youth. and whilst this wouldn't be maritza's first time straying from the path of righteousness, she already knew that this would be her most memorable. she'd had a few boyfriends very few knew about; but she'd never been with a real man. a real life superhero... a man that was both strong and gentle all the same. a dream come true, a fantasy brought to life. couldn't recall a time she'd ever been so infatuated, the tension between them growing palpable as the pad of his thumb dragged along her lower lip; fingers against his chest only curling in response as she nodded in agreement. such a bright girl, rendered so speechless by the presence of a man that was living proof of an existence that tore through her skepticism. and, for once, she was happy to be proven wrong.
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€" i'll try, but i was so scared. it felt like i was surrounded, there were so many of them... and then you took care of them all, without so much as a scratch. " voice had been worrisome before she mentioned him, admiration now honeying her words as cheeks grew warm under his palm. her smile was pretty much permanent as she blinks up at him, basking in the sound of her name on his tongue. she was caught off-guard by the mention of her father, though; knowing that he worked for some new sector of the government, but his secrecy meant that she didn't know which. she didn't dwell too much, though. more heat surged in her soft cheeks under his palm at his compliment, dimples forming as her smile grew; cheek pressing further into his palm. " oh, you flatter me, captain vought. i'm surprised my father even mentioned me. " but she didn't care about her father, not right now. all she cared about was the man that'd been there to save her life, not the man that she hardly ever saw. the night was barely over, and yet she already felt saddened that it eventually would be.
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€cheeks burnt red with embarrassment, almost feeling as though she was being scolded when he explained that telling her his name would result in her death. she wasn't scared, even though she knew he was capable of so much violence; having seen it with her own two eyes that night. but she felt safe with him, as if she thought that he would always do good by her after saving her life. hands fell to rest awkwardly down by her side, fingers toying with the excess fabric of her skirt; cardigan-covered cleavage heaving with each heavy breath as she watched on with awe and admiration as he took the mask off, heart only racing faster. " you're so handsome, misterâ i mean, captain vought. " couldn't help but to feel special, privileged even, to get to see the man behind the mask; and she couldn't keep her hands to herself, with one coming to rest back against his chest, whilst the other lifts to push his soft, floppy hair out from his face. even his hair was perfectly soft between her fingers. was there anything about him that wasn't perfect? she gazed, and she fawned, and she adored him; fingertips gently smoothing out along the lines left behind by his helmet. " well, now i feel like i owe you twice the thanks, for saving my life and for showing me your face. captain vought, " she couldn't stop touching... didn't want to waste a second more of their time together with her hands down by her side. " what about the rest of the suit? is that allowed to come off, too? "
her home seems designed for more than just her, yet really it seems like sheâs the only one living here. he hadnât seen a ring on her finger, a good sign, not that it wouldâve stopped him really. the logical conclusion, an absent father. something of which has experience with, mentally absent and physically absent. heâs suffered through both, though the physically absent had been his doing and for a second there it had looked like he wouldâve had to run back to him for help had things not played out the way they had. surprisingly, when that time had come he hadnât returned back to him. instead, like the universe was not working against him for once, another man had stepped up.  a man he owes his extended life to. leon holds his curious tongue though, he didnât come here to discuss her living or family situation.
nor does he want to ruin this moment, because frankly he doesnât want to talk about his own situation despite how monumentally better it is from just a simple decade prior. he had been dying, but now he was the picture-perfect form of his species and of humans. however, thereâs not making up with his late father,  no closure for himself. that trauma will stay with him for the rest of his life, unsure of really how to recover from it ➻ almost worse than the nature of war, almost worse than serving in europe, almost. she gazes at him as if heâd put the sun in the sky and he doesnât want that gaze to turn sour. plus its really none of his business so heâll bask in this instead.   âshhhh...â he replies, letting his thumb brush over her lips, âyou donât need to think about thatâŠÂ about what wouldâve happened, focus on what did happen.â on what was happening now,  something he had told himself during much of the war, focus on what you can control.
her lips part and thumb moves graciously back to her cheek. the pattering of her rapid heart-beat is something he canât ignore. itâs a familiar beating he hears, one of the things heâs still learning to tune out from his enhanced hearing. but it fills him with a sense of pride, because heâs the one increased her heart-rate, making her blood warmer underneath the skin.  âmaritza,â he echoes back, âmaritza guerrero.â pause, âguerrero, I know that name. oh. so youâre that maritza. heard about you from your old man.â so thatâs whose house he was currently standing in. makes sense, only one run-in with her father but the names are hard to forget. âhe didnât mention what a beautiful young woman you are.â lips purse,  âcaptain vought,â he answered plainly, âI would offer my name miss but then Iâd have to kill you.â only one person besides himself knew his real name, and now itâs something vought needs to keep hush-hush, as much as he wanted to tell her his real name. to take his mask off, was not out of the question though. his helmeted head cocked, feeling a warm pleasant buzz at the sound of her finger outlining the bottom rim of his helmet. reluctantly he pulls his hand away from her face, his other one also rising to take hold of either side of his helmet and pulling it off. his body stayed inches from hers. his helmet hair that has grown out a bit flops out.
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i think that the desire for perfection when it comes to activism, organizing, and the like is truly the biggest detriment to progress in the present day. so many people labor under this fantasy that some perfect leader or solution or way of doing things will happen, and in the end we just end up going nowhere.
#a lots been going on in a different online sphere of mine and it's got me thinking about this topic specifically#the idea that things have to happen perfectly and that activism must be perfect is also an incredibly privileged take to have#most people don't have the time to be perfect activists#most people don't have the resources to be perfect activists#and the people who expect others to be perfect activists are often the people who both have the resources and are deeply imperfect themself#i'm a firm believer that the best activism is activism that actually sparks change and progress#and that activism is often imperfect and flawed along the way#but online leftists in particular are so caught up in the idea of being morally correct that they#overcompensate and don't get anything real done#or don't admit when what they did do was a mistake or didn't work out quite right#this is like a half formed thought i might revisit it later#personal#politics#activism
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âwhat to tell a doctor to get an autism diagnosisâ âhereâs what i learned from realizing i was autistic at 40âł âi would never want a professional diagnosisâ âperson first language is so regressiveâ âautism symptoms are only a problem because of ableismâ âwe dont need treatmentâ âno autistic person wants a cureâ âfour doctors told me i couldnât be autistic so i found a fifthâ âautism is an invisible disabilityâ âdont disclose your neurodivergency to employersâ âi/dd and autism have nothing to do with each otherâ ânt parents/advocates have no place in autism communitiesâ âof course im autistic have you heard me talk about horror moviesâ babe i have nothing in common with any of you
#completely insane that i will go on autism twitter and somehow i am ''low functioning'' compared to the rest of the people on there.#what are you TALKING about. dont disclose your ''neurodivergency'' to your doctors?? autism is an invisible disability?#we live on different planets. like i think we live on different planets.#sorry but i am twenty two years old and my mother has a fippa exemption to access all my medical info bc if she did not#i would not be able to access healthcare.#the only reason i can live away from home is because i have a cell phone and internet and can keep in touch w family.#my legal government address is my father's house where i have not lived for seven years#because if an important document gets sent to my apartment i will lose it or forget about it and i know this because it's happened.#like ... yeah ! autism IS a spectrum ! and you are not doing such a good job recognizing and supporting people who are#in very different places on that spectrum than you !#it is. i mean it's kind of a form of hermeneutical injustice to argue that there is no meaningful difference between various groups#of autistic people#like yeah functioning labels suck ASS. also you DO need to be able to identify that there ARE people who need more support#because if you can't name that then you are going to forget that they exist#and i see that all the time. it's aspie supremacy by another name#by erasing people who did not have the privilege of self-diagnosing#who do not have the privilege not to disclose#who do not have the privilege of independent self-advocacy#you are going to end up achieving the same thing that actively dismissing those people achieves#like. i dunno. like i said it's completely bonkers in yonkers that EYE and the UNIVERSITY DEGREE EYE WILL BE GETTING IN TWO MONTHS#and my LEASE and my RESPECTABLE RESUME and my INCOMING SOCIAL WORK LICENSE#feel alienated by the default presumptions the ''autistic community'' seems to operate from about how autistic people function#like jfc if i feel erased and unwelcome then how are you EVER going to make your community accessible and helpful#to people who need miles more support than i do??#rhi talks#autie tag
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weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<
#im gonna go and do my food shop etc to keep myself busy and hopefully my 2nd meds will kick in and we'll be able to handle it together#i think i kind of do this so regularly bc my brain is just processing everything bc i dont rly have time during the week#all cool tho im doing good overall def on the up n i feel way more capable of coping emotionally which is nice. i <3 meds#also.. possibly settling on the idea that i might be agender. very tentatively. lots of experiences n thoughts coming together rn#ive been reacting in unexpected ways to a lot of gendered shit atm which has made me reconsider the way i think abt myself#but very difficult to articulate it to myself let alone anyone else. so ive been sitting with it for now until it precipitates#gender stuff has never rly affected me much or ive never been in a place to explore it which is why i havent thought abt it super hard#but im not the sort of person who needs a lot of internal exploration to figure out my identity like im v self aware tbh#and while im wildly indecisive abt most things in my life for some reason i never have been abt stuff like this. i learned abt lesbianism#like idk 9 years ago-ish and straight away was like yeah that makes sense for me. never looked back since#n similarly ive experienced forms of gender dysphoria before n just immediately dealt with it symptomatically n moved on#its never been smth to agonise abt for me like i know what makes me comfortable in my skin so theres no question abt doing it#and ik im privileged to be able to do that. and also it helps that gender for me is mostly divorced from external perceptions#+ that im v autistic so social pressures dont stick to me very well. i mean yeah i was bullied for it as a kid but i was stubborn asf#so yeah from the moment i realised i was genuinely uncomfortable/upset abt it earlier this week i was like okay. lets try this instead#its given me pretty instant relief from any distress i was feeling so far which is nice. rare respite from one of my torture labyrinths#just testing out internally whether it frames things more clearly n makes me feel more myself/at peace before i choose to stick w the idea#but not gonna do a whole coming out fanfare either way. dont think i wanna change how ppl interact w me + im still a dyke#so i dont consider it relevant to anyone else unless they share a similar understanding of gender to me. or if we're v close#ill prolly broach it w other trans friends eventually bc insert philosophers talking image. but to everyone else its business as usual#happy to play my cis-sona at work. + w new queer ppl i meet ive been introducing myself recently w mirrored pronouns instead of any/all#and i think i prefer that. virtually indistinguishable but theres smth nice abt inviting ppl to recognise me the way they do themselves#like translating + localising a non-gendered language into a gendered one... simplifying decisions abt how to perceive me#and ofc ppl are still gonna perceive me however but idc much unless we're actually friends. the rest is all a performance anyway#doubtful anyone on here ever has reason to refer to me but if u do for some reason... im freeloading off ur pronouns now btw <3#but yeahhh. much 2 think abt. i need to read more alien/ai sci fi.. non-human sentience has been such a comforting concept lately#but yea tldr i woke up one morning this week like damn im prolly agender but i have a full time job to go to rn so idc abt that#.diaries#okkkk my dex is kicking in im no longer on the verge of tears lets go get these groceries wooohoooo
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objectively a stupid thing to get irritated or upset by, but i really hate when people at the centre try to tell me how lucky i am for the life i live or how good i have it, esp when they tell me they had it sooooo much worse when they were my age. they do not know me. they do not know my life. they have no idea what my situation is.
they see somebody who is exceedingly polite and unerringly kind and shows up in nice clothes most of the time. they see that i draw in a sketchbook. they see that i work on the jigsaw puzzle. they see that i hold the door for people. they see that i greet people and ask people questions about themselves in a way that makes others feel seen and heard and appreciated.
now what the fuck are they getting from that that makes them think they know anything about me or my mental health or life situation!!! if anything they should be curious because I share so little about myself with people, I tend to keep things focused on others because that's safest for me. do they not question why i am at the mental health centre so often if i apparently seem like i have such a great life ????
#and perhaps this is oversharing but i have literally been keeping relapse cuts hidden under my sleeves almost all week long lmfao#which feels... fitting for this. symbolism moment lol#also i know people are self-absorbed esp if they have mental health shit going on#and i know i think about others way more than the average person. but like. cmon. do not assume all that shit about me#it was really fucking hard not to snap at this one lady today who is always telling me how lucky i am for what she assumes i have in life#maam allow me to just push up my shirt sleeve like two inches. do you see? shut up! shut up! you don't know me!!!#and i AM aware of how good i have it compared to others. i have food. i have shelter. i have the centre to spend time at during the week.#i have my old lady group once a week if i choose to attend. i have enough social awareness to function somewhat in society#i have some very nice belongings that i get to call my own. clothing that i like. public transit system. some craft supplies.#there are good things. there are privileges that i am lucky to have. i see this and i am grateful for it.#but there is also a lot that i am massively struggling without. safety for one. a family that actually cares for me. mental stability!#emotional stability too lmfao! enough energy to do more than 1-3 tasks in a day! affordable food or perhaps just a form of income!#i dont know. i'm just really tired and frustrated with people. its unfair of me to be frustrated w them bc yeah i guess i do look like-#-i have it together on the outside to people. and all these people struggle with social awareness and etiquette so... sigh.#i should not be annoyed but i am struggling to be patient with these people when they assume this shit about me#because there isn't really anything i can say to them other than nodding vaguely and smiling. like i can't argue lol#pippen needs 2nd breakfast#self harm tw
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#so many posts on here I see and I want to go 'OP either you know an unusually high number of awful people or I know an unusually low number'#but (a) that's not helpful of me to say and (b) I don't know which it is#I do think I know an unusually low number of awful people *well*#like I've been blessed with an excellent family and I'm pretty good at picking friends#but even like casual daily interactions. apparently other people's regularly suck more than mine do#and like. what do I do with this form of privilege??*#I've been told that people tend to calm down around me which is nice I guess and perhaps insulates me from some deranged interactions#I also sometimes don't notice it when people are trying to be rude to me apparently#Believe me if I could bottle and share my 'judgmental weirdos repelling field' that I apparently have I would send you all some#*[it is of course linked with other forms of privilege but like. other highly educated white women still seem to complain of#more offputting interactions than I'm aware of happening to me]#it also occurs to me that this website is maybe not a perfectly unskewed barometer of everyone's daily pleasant or unpleasant interactions#in that one is more likely to come on here to complain than to come on here to rejoice#on average
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When people are unironically using the terms TMEs/TMAs or AFABs/AMABs or 'men, women and enbies' or fucking 'theyfabs'
#yes this is most often to try to deny some group experiences any abuse or oppression#some people need to be barred from ever talking about gender#until they learn about nuance#and to stop trying to reduce everything and everyone#down to a binary or *maybe* a trinary#also to stop trying to reduce everything down to a binary that's like#'the most oppressed ever can never have any privilege' and 'oppressors with every form of power and privilege'#also to learn to care about people whose experiences are even slightly different to theirs#I've even seen this on some post which was demanding 'TMEs' read it#as if it's about something that anyone deemed to be a 'TME' can't experience#and what is the post actually about? being misgendered#because absolutely nobody else can ever be deliberately misgendered#by someone who's meant to support or help them /sarcasm#I am sorry I truly am for everyone else going through any kind of shit like this#but your experiences do not give you any right to be bigoted or hateful or invalidating#or to try to deny the oppression of anyone else#and no this is not just about criticising trans women who do this so many people do this#trans people of all genders do this cis people do this#and I'm fucking tired of it
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queers who aren't radical about it like we just can't get along. we can't make out I'm sorry
#to me this is inherent#i do not understand how u can pretend otherwise and try to integrate into society like nothing is wrong out there#where is your fire?#your flame?#it's such a weird form of privilege for anyone to be apolitical much less somebody who actually is marginalized#like what even is that
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idgaf about the terminology used tbqh but idk how u can say trans women & transfems face a specific unique flavor of transphobia and nonbinary(etc) genders face a specific unique flavor of transphobia but somehow trans men & transmascs only experience like "normal" transphobia how does that make any sense to anyone
#like tbh im not rlly here for the term 'transandrophobia' for a number of reasons#but to assert that we somehow face less severe or less specific forms of transphobia makes zero sense#and tbh i think is often an underlying belief that we are Oppressed Women becoming Oppressive Men#which if u think for 2 seconds you'd realize that moving from CIS to TRANS is in fact the 2 steps back to that 1 (rare) step forward#the tiny minority of trans men and transmascs who are 'fully' transitioned and pass 100% of the time#still ONLY have access to that Male Privilege as long as they are stealth/closeted bc to a transphobe/to most cis#we are not men no matter WHAT we do
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