#and male ego

[tim-hoe-wan]

someone described oppenheimer as «  tar for the boys » would you agree?

My brother described it as a bunch of men Barbie would commit manslaughter to and I cannot imagine it any other way

[injuries-in-dust]

Fun fact: a lot of sports are separated into mens and womens leagues because of fragile masculinity.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

PLS IF U CAN pls make a ego one. Ego was working and ur his favorite assistant but he doesn’t show it, he was tired today you could notice as you stared at him before noticing his eye lids closing and re opening “ego how much sleep did you get?” You asked before hearing silence come at you as you sighed grabbing his head and shoving it into your chest for a nice pillow (in conclusion he’s tired and you let him sleep on ur chest :) PLS

Ego Jinpachi - Forcing Him to Take a Nap

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Here ya go anon! I'll be honest and say that I'm not too proud of this one, but this is the fifth rewrite so you're going to have to pity me and accept it. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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It wasn't all that busy today.

Ego had strangely given the participants of BlueLock only light exercises in the morning and gave them the rest of the day to themselves to use for free time. It was rather… nice of him— not that he's incapable of being nice of course. That action in itself clued [Name] in that something was a bit off with their boss. 

The bespectacled man had been a lot more lenient and patient with them even when they'd teased him. He didn't get annoyed with or say any sparky comments to Anri when she said something that he viewed as uninformed. He didn't complain when [Name] had accidentally purchased him the wrong take-out and just ate it in silence after giving them a soft sigh. Hell, he had hardly said anything at all, just communicating through quiet hums and sluggish nods. 

In the quiet of his office, Ego groaned as he massaged his temple with his middle and index fingers. Reclining in his gaming chair, he closes his eyes for a bit, hiding them from the blaring lights of the wall of monitors in front of him. His head was pounding with a migraine that had built up over the 46 total hours; drawing a pained groan from his chapped lips.

“How long has it been?”

Their question flew over his head at first; his brain was slow to process the fact that they had spoken at all. His droopy eyes continued to focus on the training regimens that he was looking over on the laptop in front of him. Only when he felt their hands gently squeeze his shoulders did he fully register that they were even behind him. Their nimble fingers massaged the aching muscles along his shoulders and neck as they seemingly awaited his response.

“...Mm?”  

Ego hummed sleepily; body going nearly completely limp as he relaxed under their touch.

A sigh was heard from behind him before he felt his head being tipped back and their face entered his field of vision. With their hand clasped firmly under his jaw, they repeated their question. However, it seemed as though the bespectacled man was so dazed from his lack of sleep that he didn't bother to answer the question. [Name] sighed once again, gently releasing their boss's head and spinning the chair around to have him face them.

“C'mon Eggy, let's move to the sofa so you can have some sleep, okay? I'll finish everything up.”  

They softly cooed to him as they helped the man out of his office chair and dragged him to the sofa that was sat off to the side of the room.

Plopping Ego down onto the sofa, [Name] quickly grabbed the laptop up from the desk and returned to their boss. Sitting down beside him, they looked over the information displayed on the device's screen before reaching over and pulling the drowsy man's head to their chest. He tensed at first, not expecting the contact before relaxing and snuggling his head further into them.

As he got comfortable, Ego heard them chuckle but before he could bite out a snarky retort, the sensation of fingers running through his short locks had it dying down in his throat. He could hardly keep his eyes open anymore. He didn't know why he continued to fight the shutting of his eyes; perhaps it was to spite them. But as his eyes finally shut he heard them whisper:

“Have a nice rest, Jinpachi. I'll make you something to eat when you wake up.”  

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[haggishlyhagging]

I was standing before the desk of my doctoral dissertation adviser who was angrily telling me that I was not going about my dissertation in a way that suited him. He shouted at me, from his intimidating height, that my master's thesis adviser had told him I had pressured him unmercifully too and hadn't asked his advice either all along as I should have. I asked my fuming educator, as calmly as I could, why my master's adviser had never indicated this to me. I suggested that if he hadn't approved of the way I was proceeding, he should have said something to me at the time. And that since he always signed everything I took to him to sign, and since he had not stood in the way of my receiving my master's degree, I had simply assumed he approved.

Even as I asked the question, however, I knew the answer. I hadn't behaved femininely. I hadn't asked their advice. I hadn't acted as if I weren't capable of doing all this without their help. Hadn't, in short, acted incompetent, helpless, childish, and infinitely grateful for every little scrap of attention or advice they, as superior beings, had given me. I was twenty-eight years old when I began my master's research. I knew exactly what I wanted to do and how to go about doing it. I proposed it to my adviser. He agreed. I did it. That was that—I thought.

Oh, but not so. I didn't lean on him. To me he was just part of the red tape. I cut through him as quickly as possible. And I had no time to linger. Already we had one child and were ready to conceive another. I had to move faster almost than humanly possible, and I did.

Now my doctoral adviser had heard from my previous master that I had not been sufficiently humble and impressed (did not respect the priesthood enough, meaning the men). But this one wasn't going to make the same mistake. He'd show me who was boss. I understood this as women understand it, not intellectually, just in the flesh of my face as he scowled at it, just in the resignation of my weary-with-watching-male-ego-signs flesh. And I knew exactly what to do about it, without thinking, without strategizing—cry. So he would know I wasn't trying to show I was as smart as he was and didn't need him to tell me what to do next. Cry—so he would realize I was just another weak little woman and he had no cause for alarm. Cry—so he would feel bigger and more rational, and still, above all else, still blessedly in control.

So I cried on purpose that day, and because I did I became Dr. Johnson a year later, moving with great speed through a system designed to slow doctoral candidates down. Because I cried.

If men hate to be thus manipulated, then they must allow us to be real, they must not force us to manipulate their egos in order to live a full human life. I hate such machinations. I despise them with all my heart. But women are forced to resort to them because men won't otherwise allow us to exist. And we have a right to life.

-Sonia Johnson, From Housewife to Heretic

[lola25lovesyoutoo]

Sex On The Beach/Micheal Kaiser

Warning: Rough sex/Semi-public/Car sex/ Angry sex/ Spanking and Noncon/ Cursing/ Dirty Talk/ Choking/

It's a hot summer day in mid-July. Standing near the shore under the umbrella, Kaiser watches his girlfriend from afar. She was walking back to their car to get the tube of sunscreen that he forgot to bring. His poor girlfriend doesn't even know that as she walks, kaisers eyes are glued on her ass. Watching how her curves moved rapidly when she jogged through the surface below her, trying to avoid contact with the hot sand. He loved the way her ass moved or when she had to keep adjusting her bikini bottoms because they kept digging in her crack.

Fuck, that shit did something to him. He can feel his cock twitch in his shorts and the pre-cum leaking already. Yet, still, he tries to save the last bit of dignity he has left and compose himself.

Walking back to the shore, y/n is shocked to find her boyfriends in the same position when she left him, staring at her. She shakes her head at him in disapproval.

Pointing at him, she says,

" This is the big ass tube of sunscreen you need when you decide to date a pale ass guy," Y/n spoke in sarcasm to her boyfriend.

Kaiser laughs out loud.

"Kaiser, go put half of this tube on your body before you start burning," Y/n remarks.

Kaiser follows her orders by quickly placing the white cream all over his body.

"All done, You're next," he spoke out loud. Good! Can you put some on my back?" the woman asks him politely as she lies down on her belly.

" Just my back, Ok," his girlfriend asks, but Kaiser has other plans. Of course, he does.

"Don't worry, baby, I got you!!" Kaiser reassures his girlfriend with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Now, Kaiser stands over his girlfriend's body, enjoying the view under him. Starting off innocently, Kaiser applies the white cream on the woman's shoulders and drags it to her back. As his hands work on the upper part of the woman's body, however, his eyes never leave her lower body. Kaiser's large hands worked their magic on his girlfriend's back, and he started to notice the slightly miffed noises coming from his girlfriend's lips.

" Do my hands make you feel good? Kaiser asked. " why don't we go somewhere more private? Huh, what do you think? Kaiser keeps on teasing his girlfriend.

" Micheal, stop touching me. Okay, Pervert," His girlfriend demands.

" This is why I don't take you anywhere; you always embarrass me." Kaiser's girlfriend is embarrassed as her cheeks have become dark red.

" So what? I can't touch or tease my girlfriend". Kaiser tried to define himself. "I was just joking, sweetheart." Kaiser wanted to pay it off.

" Ohh, please, the bulge in your pants speaks differently. Kaiser's girlfriend talks back to him.

" Ohh, so this whole time, you have been staring at my dick," Kaiser points at the woman and then starts smirking.

" Ohh, please, shut your mouth, it's not like I'm dying for it, you're the horny one here." The woman rolled her eyes and spoke in an annoyed tone.

"So what about those noises you made back then, huh? You are not as innocent as you might think." kaiser speaks to his girlfriends.

" I'm done with you." His girlfriend explained and then got up, trying to leave him alone on the beach shore. That is until Kaiser pulls her into his arms and picks her up. He then stands up and walks on the sandy beach toward their car, abandoning their previous setup and belongings.

" Put me down," his girlfriend demands, but Kaiser ignores her and continues walking as he aggressively holds her in place between his chest and arms.

" Since you have acted like a spoiled brat, you must be punished," Kaiser whispered into his girlfriend's ears, sending shivers down her spine.

In retaliation, his girlfriend bis his neck, pulling on the skin of where his tattoo is set; the blue rose is now bruised with red tooth bits imprinted around it.

" Ouch, you little bitch, you'll see what I will do to you once we reach the car."

Standing to his words, once the couple finally reached the back car, the first thing Kaiser does is toss his girlfriend in the backseat.

Lust is mixed with anger in Kaiser's bloodstream. The following action he takes is flipping her over on her belly, and in a hard swoop, he takes her bikini bottoms off. Reveling her wet cunt. Kaiser smirked to himself. "see, I was right, you dirty little whore, already soaking wet" Then Kaiser spat on her wet cunt and ass.

" Dirty whore thinks she can talk back to me," Kaisers speaks in an angry tone as he caresses and pulls apart her ass cheeks. He does this to tease her but not give her what she wants.

" I'm so sorry-" The woman's words were cut short by the loud spanks on her left ass cheek.

" Kaiser, Please--" the woman's words continued but were cut short again by Kaiser's hands. One of them landed a hard slap on her mouth, and then the other one traveled down to choke her neck.

The woman beneath him takes a quick glance at the man behind her. " Shut up, and turn your head back," Kaiser spoke again; from behind her, Kaiser was using his hot pre-cum to jerk his pink and swollen cock.

" You are so nasty, the woman muttered under her breath.

" You know what? You don't deserve this dick inside your pussy; turn around and give me your dirty mouth," Kaiser demands, impatiently kaiser yanks the woman by her hair and forces her to turn around to face him.

The woman cries and pleads with him, but he doesn't care. Kaiser slabs the woman again. "open your mouth." Kaiser's pink tip is oozing; Kaiser takes his tip up to the woman and smashes the white liquid all over her lips and some into her mouth.

" doesn't it taste good" Kaiser mocks the woman as she spits out his pre-cum.

The woman's stubbornness makes Kaiser feral, so he yanks her bikini top off and slaps her breasts in a harsh matter.

The woman screams in pain, and Kaiser takes this chance to force his cock into her mouth.

Kaiser moans and groans at the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock.

" Good girl just keeps taking me like that," Kaiser tells his lover as he keeps his hand on her hair, having complete control of the woman's movements as he forces her to take him all the way.

" See, isn't it easy to just listen instead of being a little brat" Kaiser points out. As his girlfriend takes his cock; he can tell that she enjoys sucking him off.

However, Kaiser doesn't know that the woman before him is still a little brat, following her subsequent actions. The woman's right-hand travels to kaisers swollen, large ballsack.

Starting off, she caresses them in a way that leaves Kaiser a moaning mess; she touches that sweet spot, and when Kaiser thinks he's ready to cum; the woman takes revenge. She then takes both balls into one of her hands, and then she uses all she strath to squeeze them.

" AHHHH!!" Kaiser screams, filling the car. And the woman tries her best to laugh, but the fat cock in her mouth is definitely making it complicated. " Ahh, you little bitch, just keep sucking my dick and nothing else" Kaiser's free handcuffs the woman's hands away, keeping them.

Then Kaiser retreats back to his previous motions of swinging his lips back and forth fastly while his cocking is in the woman's mouth.

After several seconds of this repeated action, Kaiser is ready to blow his load into the poor woman's mouth. And when he finally comes, he forces his poor girlfriend to swallow every last drop.

After his release, the woman is left panting and gasping for air.

" Ohh, baby, you did so good for me." Kaiser's mood changes after his release.

Kaiser picks up his lover and places her in his lap, giving her soft and kind kisses over her face and body.

"I hate you, Kaiser," the woman says, still upset about what happened.

" I will you forgive me if I take you out shopping and let you spend all my money." Kaiser knows his girlfriend's weakness, and he's sure that she will forgive him.

" Hmm, let me think about it." His girlfriend's mood changed instantly.

Kaiser cracks out in laughter.

"I love you so much," Kaiser tells his girlfriend as he hugs her tightly.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

I just have to say this: Aegon the Usurper flying off like an idiot in battle while Rhaenyra does not, doesn’t make this guy a hero, nor does it make Rhaenyra a coward.

We need to set the record straight: Women don’t have to be warriors in order to be worth something.

This is just another proof of classic misogynistic thinking of TG stans. But they also prove to be highly subjective since they give ��poor sweet innocent” Helaena a pass for doing absolutely nothing and being less than relevant even as a dragonrider. And as the ringleader of the Greens, I don’t think Alicent sat on a horse and rode off to battle in order to further her own ambitions. She started the whole mess and then hid behind her sons. Even after Rhaenyra took King’s Landing, the only thing Alicent could say was something like “Just wait till my son Aemond returns bla bla bla.”

Rhaenyra is a girl’s girl. Those who read the book understand that. The canon version of her never wanted to be a son (unlike the stupidity induced in that show). She was very feminine: always choosing to wear the best dresses with the finest silks, many pieces of jewelry, and she is highly interested in men. She was always proud to be a woman. She embraced it. She never tried to act like the opposing gender as a way to make others look at her as worthy of the throne.

I repeat: Rhaenyra was a girl’s girl and she was proud of it.

She was not a warrior. She never trained with a sword in her life, unlike her idiotic half-brothers. She was not even the type (unlike Princess Rhaenys). Rhaenyra spent her time doing girly things and riding Syrax.

Shortly before the war started, Rhaenyra suffered a miscarriage which greatly affected her health. She needed months to recover. This is the reason why she didn’t ride Syrax in battle, as confirmed in the book. It was not because she didn’t want to or because she refused to fight her battles herself (as I hear many TG stans claim in spite).

And even if flying hadn’t been detrimental to her health, why would she fly into battle? You think that is a smart idea? It’s brave, but it’s also stupid, and the usurper himself proved that.

Aegon the Usurper rode his dragon into battle to show that he’s a man’s man, and what did that get him? Injuries which prevented him from being able to move well enough in order to sit on the throne he stole. The only battle he actually won was against a baby dragon, Moondancer. A baby dragon who inflicted deadly wounds on Sunfyre and caused his death.

So tell me again how ‘intelligent’ the usurper was to fly off into battle himself and what exactly he has accomplished with that. What exactly is so “heroic” about that? The fact that he shows off his masculinity on a big bad dragon?

And of course do forgive a poor woman for not flying her dragon into battle like a crazy person after a miscarriage and several psychological blows in one go like her father’s death, her daughter’s death, her son’s death and the usurpation through which a faction of snakes stole the throne that belonged to her.

Do forgive her for lacking any combat experience because you know…she was raised a girl and has a girlish personality!

And do forgive her for not being an idiot and getting herself disabled, like her half-brother did.

[boolittlebean]

POSER | blue lock v! x gn! reader

chapter 1: poser (pilot)

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Honestly, you really didn’t know why you were here. If you were to ask any of the other two hundred and ninety-nine boys in the same room as you, they could probably give you a pretty accurate answer of why they were there. You stared at the lanky man standing on the stage in front of you all, scrunching your nose in distaste.

        His hair needs some work, was the conclusion you came up with as you observed his awful bowl cut. The man kept ranting about football things you really didn’t care about—something about becoming the best striker in the world and being the last man standing. Thinking back, you remembered how you got into this situation in the first place.

        “Play for me, [name].” You stared blankly at your best friend of many years, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Your eyes drifted up and down his form, observing his body language for any sign he was joking around. He wasn’t.

        “And why exactly would I do that?” You raised a brow at him. “You know I could care less about football.” You raised your hand to your head, scratching it in a spot that had been itching for a while now.

        “Well, yeah, I know that… But, please hear me out, [name]!” [best friend] begged. Your eyes shifted to his expression, and you sighed, urging him to go on. “This… This is my dream! To become the best striker in the world, I’ve been working hard all my years of high school.” You couldn’t help but feel like he was being a bit overdramatic. “But…I can’t fulfill it anymore.” You knew why: just a day after he had gotten the letter, [best friend] had overworked himself and tore his ACL.

        You gripped the letter in your hand. “Even if I agree to this, how am I supposed to get by as you?” You questioned your friend, and he grinned.

        “Well, remember how people always believed me and you were twins?”

        You narrowed your eyes. “Yeah…” [best friend] smirked at your response.

        “Well, all you need is a few touch ups, and then you’ll be me!” You deadpanned, staring at him in disbelief. It’s not that easy, you groaned at his naiveness. You hesitated, taking a step back as [best friend] noticed your expression.

        “Please, [name], this is my dream, and whether I accomplish it or not, I don’t want it to go to waste. Do it for me?” You gave in the moment you saw tears in his eyes.

        You shook off the memory, glancing around at all the boys surrounding you. Your [e/c] eyes shifted, making contact with brown ones from across the room. The boy was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall with a video game console in his hands. You quickly shifted your eyes away, but you could still feel his stare on the back of your head.

        You decided to tune back in to the bowl-cut man standing in front of the huge doors. Man, can’t we just move on already? My legs are cramping up from standing here.

        Fortunately, your wishes were granted as the tall man—his name was Ego, how ironic—grinned at you all, announcing, “If you desire that rebellious egoism, then step through the gate!”

        Finally, you cheered to yourself before you took a step forward, and then another, until you were bolting through the crowd of people. I hope there’s somewhere to lie down when I get inside, you hummed to yourself as people jumped out of your way. You turned your head to the side, making eye contact with bright blue eyes. You sped past him, and you could faintly register his footsteps behind you as he sprinted after you.

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        You were lost, you finally concluded, sighing at your own idiocy. After that pretty lady—what was her name again? —handed you your number, you completely zoned out, waddling around randomly. You huffed as you turned right at a corner, observing the corridor for any doors with your number labeled on them, brightening when you saw a glimpse of the letter you were looking for.

        Once you had approached the door, you tried your best to open the door quietly, only for it to screech when you opened it wide enough to step inside the room.

        Your eyes were met with a variety of different faces that all stared at you blankly. You stared back. “Well…” You glanced at the big screen with the giant egg headed man staring at you. “This is awkward.” You awkwardly shuffled to one of the lockers, opening one next to a tall boy with (emo looking) dark hair and bright green eyes. He side-eyed you for a second before stepping away.

        Am I that unpleasant to be around? You questioned your own worth as you quickly finished changing. Once you were done, you turned around with an expressionless face, only for the screen to switch slides as Ego declared, “Now, let’s play tag.” Before you knew it, a football had dropped straight onto your head.

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[lobotomy-lady]

I don't know if any single photo has ever sparked as much lasting rage in me as that pic of a man and his son gleefully playing in the beautiful turquoise sea while the mother stands on the beach in her full burqa

[francoanglo]

[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 [blue lock various]

⸻ hurt/no comfort, triggering events and poor writing skills.

Day one.

It was beautiful. With him, everything were in their peak performances. The color seem brighter when he was by your side, the day was mostly sunny even when it was raining. Your cold, anxious days is past gone when you was with him.

Day ten

You both hung out. The whole week and every day. New places to explore, new cafes to dine in and new bookstore to leisure. He was by your side, and you two laughed like there's no tomorrow. He even rent a book for you, one that's in a tall place you can't reach.

Day seventeen

It was your first time going to the amusement park together. You both bought tickets and played every rides available. He won you prizes, and got you a strawberry flavored cotton candy. The last ride was the ferris wheel. He looked so anxious when you both reach the topline and suddenly, he kissed you. You both shared your first kiss together that evening.

Day thirty

You both been together for a whole month. You was stressed because you had an exam but he was there. He hold you tight, never letting go and whispered "it'll be okay." repeatedly.

Day forty-four

He had to leave. He needed to go to Blue Lock. It was a downhill from there on but he smiled. He said everything will be just fine. He'll come back and you two can spend time like you used to. He promised.

Day eighty three

He came back. Like he promised, but he was different. Something was bothering him, you knew it but he won't tell you. You wanted to told him to let it out, you can hold him tight but he was very distant and then, he left again.

Day ninety one

It was a day off again, and you both met. You even got him a homemade chocolate to cheer him up. He won't said anything throughout the day, stared down at the ground, hard expression on his face. You both went to eat at the diner you both used to chill at but suddenly, he said that he needed a break "This relationship is suffocating. I need to focus." And he left, call discarded, texts remained unresponded and soon enough, you was blocked.

Day one hundred

Today, supposedly be your one hundred day together, supposedly be the day you both celebrate after coming back and forth this far. You helped him, cheered and rooted for him. You disregarded everything important to you for him, because you trusted him. Because you thought he'll hold you tight.

QINA. i tried my best, right? it's so hard to accomplish writing style like this but it's decent, i mean just enough for me. pleaseeee ignore every grammatical errors, i have not proofread my writing yet so please bare with it until i finally find the urge to do it. that's all, and thank you for the 1k followers, my sugarboogers! 🎀 you guys are just best i love you all sm. have fun reading! (p/s: you are free to imagine whichever characters from blue lock that suit this kind of fic settings lmao. good bye! ~

[sarafangirlart]

I’ve talked before about the different ways Perseus and Pentheus react to Dionysus, but I think another interesting dichotomy is how they react to the maenads, Pentheus wanted to imprison and enslave them. When Perseus defeated them he executed them, as if they were male enemy combatants, the differences could end there but Perseus also genuinely showed respect to them, burying them and even making tombs for the higher ranked ones. Compare that to warriors in the Trojan war being hellbent on desecrating their enemies corpses.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Ego Jinpachi - "Eggy's Misfortune"

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In which a certain eggheaded volleyball enthusiast is bullied into eating healthy by his clearly overpaid assistant. Or; In which Ego Jinpachi is force-fed dumplings in an "attempt to make him eat healthier".

                                                                                                   

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Ego Jinpachi grunted as yet another dumpling was shoved into his mouth, he nearly choked on it due to how far back it was pushed.

Never in his life did he think he'd be in a situation such as this, that situation being, forced feeding at the hands of his employee. He was appalled at the audacity that this person had to park their ass on his desk and start feeding him like some kind of child.

I mean, even if the dumplings were pretty damn good and the only meal he'd had in like three days other than a burger drowning in mayonnaise. The pure disrespect he felt was hard to overlook; not to mention that stupid grin they had on their face, like they just accomplished the greatest feat known to man.

Who the hell were they to smudge up his sparkling ego like that? But damnit! This food was so well made, that he couldn't just not eat it, that would be foolish, it's free food and free food is free after all.

So he, Ego Jinpachi, ate it in silence, doing his best not to give his menace of an employee even an ounce of positive emotion. He kept his face blank and eyes focused on the wall of monitors before him, refusing to acknowledge the satisfied flush on his cheeks.

I mean it's not so bad right, as long as he can eat in silence, he doesn't mind all that much.

"Aww Eggy, you look like a chipmunk!"

Never mind... he's docking this idiot's pay... after he finishes his meal, of course.

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[weabooweedwitch]

"Democrats lost because they didn't appeal to enough men and made them feel isolated" ah yes, such as compared to the Republicans who constantly go out of their way to be quite vocal about their respect and admiration for women and trying to appeal to them, right?

[numberonecodwomenfan]

soap is 5’11” but INSISTS that he’s 6’. he is not.

[ishzuprincess]

I drew Ego Jinpachi for the first page of my new sketchbook ✨✨

(Starting our sketchbook off with a strong ego lol)

[sleep-0-deprived]

Poly relationship headcanons with Mark & Amy x Male reader? Like their all dating each other? :]

Poly mark and Amy x male reader head cannons

Omg I have never thought of something like this but I like it btw I only did fluff so I hope you don’t mind and I hope you enjoy (^_~)

Female aligned dni 18+ blog minors dni

Amy and mark were at first very confused about their feelings for you because this has never happened to them before

Once they both accept their feelings and you three become an official couple mark introduces you to his channel and explains

Mark was the first one to catch feelings and that left him confused because he thought he only liked females

Amy can get very clingy at times and she loves to cuddle with you and mark it always ends with you in the middle

You three never feel jealous of one another because you all feel the same love for each other and have no “favorites”

Mark likes to play video games with you a lot and Amy likes going out to parks and watch movies together and all three of you go on romantic dates and picnics together

You three have a very open relationship, you tell each other everything and don’t hide the fact you are in a poly relationship to anyone

Amy was the first to bring the idea of a poly relationship up because mark and Amy felt feelings for you too even though they are together

You and Amy often cook together and do a lot of shopping together

When mark is filming a YouTube video you and Amy go out for lunch

When your at work mark and Amy blow up your phone all day asking when you’ll be home

Mark is also very clingy with you and Amy he also will pick you up from work with Amy on days when you have dates

You three take showers together in non sexual ways in the mornings, you also like to lay on the couch and watch tv together

On valentines you each get chocolates and flowers for each other and have a nice dinner that leads to something else when the three of you get home