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[ryoshiwaah]

coming back to post something and finding out I've reached 70 followers😧.

THANK YOU POOKIESSS AAAAAAAAA💖💖😭😭😭

This has been a busy week so I kind of died on here, but maybe tomorrow I'll post a new Holidays chapter.

I have a math test tomorrow so now I'll sleep and dream of my school burning😊.

[red-moon-at-night]

okay the whole vase is great but something about Helen sitting on Aphrodite's lap as she wraps one arm around her shoulder and brushes her leg with her hand, staring into her eyes like that... as she is persuading Helen to go with Paris (while Peitho aka persuasion stands behind them) is so incredibly iconic.

and gay. toxic yuri, if you will.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I have never been able to comprehend when people spell out loud. The letters jumble up hopelessly and I can only hold up to three in my mind before I completely lose the thread of what’s happening.

That made it particularly difficult when I worked at the pizza place. It was no problem when someone said their name, but when they spelled it was like my brain was instantly replaced by panicky static.

A coworker once asked, “Why do you look petrified the second someone starts spelling?”

I just shrugged uncomfortably. It sounded silly to admit I couldn’t spell in my head. Over and over I’d hear a name and have a clear vision of how to write it only to have them start saying letters aloud and my certain spelling suddenly scrambled into gibberish. I’d stand frozen, staring down at the paper trying to remember the name and forget the terrifying jumble of individual letters.

My solution was to simply ignore people trying to spell at me. If some white girl said her name was Kristine and I spelled Christine who did it really hurt? I’d willfully stop listening and just started writing the second they said a name.

This led to a young man in line telling me his name in a light accent. He took a breath as if to start spelling but then cut off to audibly gasp, “You spelled it right!”

I looked up in confusion. “There’s another way to spell Seamus?”

“No,” he assured me.

I felt warm and fuzzy that I could make at least one person happy even if a myriad of Kristy’s went away miffed that I couldn’t listen to their spelling.

[berenshand]

one of my favourite little things about the murderbot diaries is how present all secunit's friends are even if they're not actually physically present. it doesn't do the annoying thing where it jumps through hoops to bring back characters that aren't really relevant to the narrative but it also doesn't do the other annoying thing where it pretends they never existed either. like secunit talks about art and mensah all the time even when art or mensah aren't in the book. it's clear how bharadwaj has impacted its personal growth even when she's literally on another planet. it complains about gurathin and pin-lee when they're not there. it's still sad about miki and don abene and it mentions tapan and maro and rami even though it only knew them for a few days (because when you're new at being a person every interaction with other people is important even if it's short). iris reminds it of mensah. iris also reminds it of ratthi. its hair is fluffy bc it let amena play hairdresser off-screen and it messages her so she knows it's okay. it doesn't have to worry about protecting volescu anymore because volescu retired thank goodness. it's still using thiago's language module. etc etc etc

it's such good writing because it's such a little thing that gives the characterization and relationships greater depth and also reinforces the running theme of friendship in the series and then also subtly gives this sense of 'the people you love are a part of you/your story' and also reinforces secunit's role as a storyteller because it's constantly telling little stories about all its friends.

[transmisogyny-explained]

I want to submit a perspective on "afab transfemininity" from. an afab multi gender person. I know my experience isn't representative of everyone who calls themselves this, but I wanted to at least share

I don't call myself a trans woman, I hesitate to call myself transfem. nonetheless, I feel connected to femininity in a distinctly transgender way. when I first came out, I hated being a girl. I was a transmedicalist and validated myself by invalidating others. I had to face a lot of internalized misogyny and transphobia in order to really learn what it meant to be a man. after I started testosterone about 3 yrs ago, I realized I was a lesbian, and started feeling more comfortable being, at least in part, a woman. it was different this time because it was something I liked, something new and my own, not something ascribed to me. it's not cisgender in any way, it is transfemininity

this being said, I know my experience toward transfemininity is extremely different from the norm. I am not what most people are referring to when they refer to transfems, and there are many definitions of transfem that do not include me. despite that, I do have some experiences that overlap, things I can relate to. my femininity is at its core transgender in nature. my gender now is more complex... I feel like both a man and a woman, neither and both. but that doesn't mean my feelings about my gender are predatory or invalid. I don't want to talk over transfems, I am very aware of my place in these conversations. but I still have a place, and it frustrates me to see you share posts that minimize my experience into a stereotype

Why do you view transfemininity as being, at its core, the experience of being “both a man and a woman” lmao

Get back to me when you start viewing trans women as actual women and transfemininity as actual femininity, and not an aesthetic or a vibe or “some other third thing” apart from femininity.

You “feel femininity in a distinctly transgender way?” Congrats! You’re nonbinary! But that is NOT what being a trans woman is — Their womanhood and femininity is not essentially different from cis women’s.

What you are describing is a very generic experience of being a feminine nonbinary person, and I don't say that to insult you; but to compare that experience to those of trans women’s betrays the fact that you don't view them as the same gender as cis women. Which is transmisogyny. It’s textbook third-gendering.

Call yourself a nonbinary woman- Call yourself whatever you want, in fact. But trans women and TMA people are never going to feel safe around you so long as you continue insisting that transfemininity is essentially the same as the nonbinary femininity you experience, and essentially different from “real” cis women’s femininity.

Also, can I just say that it’s a little condescending that you would end your ask by saying “I’m aware of my place in these conversations, but…”

Like, if you were really “aware of your place” and were actually listening to transfems when we talk about transfeminism, you would be able to recognize the enormous amount of transmisogyny baked into your message. On top of the third-gendering, you also managed to:

Imply that TMA people don’t understand the complexities of gender and nonbinarity like you, a TME person, do

Imply that TMA people creating the language and spaces to discuss our experiences in a way that excludes you, a TME person, is invalidating and somehow tantamount to labeling you as “predatory” (what does that even mean?)

Sent an unprompted ask to a transfem’s blog venting your frustrations with the language of transfeminism, despite the fact that I’m not even the one who made those posts?

Showed a pretty absurd amount of entitlement by insinuating that it’s somehow my problem that you feel frustration over misunderstanding the basics of transfeminist theory

Subtly demanded that I do the emotional labor of managing your frustration, which, frankly, is just classic misogyny

Displayed a complete lack of understanding towards what transmisogyny even is, nor why we, as the direct targets of transmisogyny, need the the language and spaces to discuss it

I really don’t care what transfem “experiences” you think you relate to, the fact that you perpetuate and can benefit from transmisogyny will always separate you from us, and if you actually gave a shit about us and our struggles, you would recognize that and try to be a better ally to us rather than co-opting and redefining our language in a shallow attempt to define us out of existence.

As has been said countless times now:

“Transfeminine” does not mean “trans + feminine,” it is a term coined by TMA people to describe our specific experiences with being denied our femininity. That is something which you, as a person for whom (as you said) womanhood/femininity was ascribed by the system of patriarchy, cannot understand in the way we do.

[rosanishelios]

canon-typical homophobia

[liesmultixxx]

“Why did you leave me?”

can you hear me crying?

the way annabeth thought percy had abandoned her like everyone else

… girl he fell into tartarus for you, he would never leave you

NEVER

rick was evil for that

[honeyhotteoks]

You’re just supposed to touch his cheek, brush away the hair with the pad of your finger and then get back to work, that’s all it is, so you’re completely unprepared for the feeling that rockets through your chest when your skin finally touches his. Yunho gasps softly as your fingers brush over his cheek, his eyes blowing wide and his expression blanking, and it’s the only indication you have that he feels something too. A tightness wrenches in your chest, like someone pressed something hot and hard directly into your breastbone and your stomach does a somersault. Your ears are ringing, and you’re pretty sure your heart is about to beat out of your chest now that it’s started up again. The tattoo on your chest feels warm beneath your blouse. [...] He’s yours. You want to reach out and yank up his shirt, check the tattoo over his heart to see if it’s the same looping knot shape as yours, but you don’t need to see it to know for sure. It’s him.

across stardust ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ idol!yunho x makeup artist!reader find the rest here

[siriuslylu]

URL song game with a twist!

Write down your url only using songs from your Top Songs of 2024 playlist and tag as many people as the letters in your url! 🎶🕺

This seems so much fun!! Thanks @ultravioletbrit for tagging me 💜

• S - smoke sprite by So!YoON! ft RM

• I - imgonnagetyouback by taylor swift

• R - RM - moonchild *

• I - it ain’t easy by david bowie

• U - you name it by nils frahm **

• S - so long london by taylor swift

• L - lady stardust by david bowie

• Y - you by the pretty reckless

• L - let you break my heart again by laufey

• U - goo goo muck by the cramps **

* I had to switch to artist instead because I didn’t have a song starting with that letter on my playlist

** I played it on shuffle and wrote down what I got because I didn’t have neither a song or an artist starting with that letter 🥲

This was HARD, I struggled so much with the letter U 😭, I can’t believe I couldn’t find anything that’d fit, but still, I had very few options because I always read with an instrumental piano playlist on the background and literally half my playlist was just piano lol, but still, I had fun, I’d love to see your results!

I’m tagging @lyr-caelum ✨ but anyone can do it!

[glitterynebulas]

THIS IS CRAZYYY

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “mix of random dialogue and non-dialogue, smut and non-smut” prompts

“I’m a mess because of you.” “You’re my mess.” “I’m… I’m your mess.” (FUCKING HELLO BITCH DO NOT- WLKFNFKLN I’ll get on my knees for you, my love—)

“That’s my baby girl/baby boy.” (Can he just— HEWOQKNFWKELNF) 

“You look so hot like that.”

“God, you turn me on so much.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna come—” Character B whimpers, hips bucking into Character A’s. “Mm, yeah? Then come for me,” Character A murmurs, stroking their fingers through Character B’s hair. (The noises he made as he came undone were SO FUCKING HOT BYE. those WHIMPERS?? FUCKING DELICIOUSSSSS LET ME HEAR MORE OF THEM, I BEG- ALSO WHO KNEW I HAD IT IN ME TO SAY THAT TO SOMEONE LMFAO, “then come for me” WQBHRELWJKNEWF BITCH. GET OUTTT-)

Those sweet little noises Character B tries so hard to suppress but is unable to as they come undone.

“I’m such a fucking wreck right now…”

“Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” (FUCKIFKSKSKKSKSKS WHEN HE SAID THAT AND I WAS LIKE LKENFKLEWNF-)

“I love you so much,” Character B murmurs, hugging Character A closer to them. (🥹🥹🥹 HE SAID IT HE SAID IT HE SAID ITTT 😭 He’s said it over text before but now it’s in person and I’m actually gonna WEEP EWKLNFWEEFN)

“I love you for you, and I’m going to continue to love you. I’ll always love and support you no matter what,” Character B reassures after Character A spills out their anxieties and worries to them about a situation they’ve been so, so scared to tell them about; scared of how Character B would react. (…I’m just going to say I love this man so much.) 

“When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this,” Character A murmurs, slowly grinding their hips down against Character B’s. Character B grins up at them, hands wrapped around their thighs, squeezing gently. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?” 

Character A not knowing how sensitive their breasts are until Character B pays full attention to them with their mouth. (…I WILL NOT SAY ANYTHING ELSE BUT FUCK YES—) 

Character A tearing up as they try to be vulnerable with Character B, and Character B reassuring them by telling them they can take their time and it’s okay if they can’t say it right now; that they can say it when they’re ready. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so enamoured by someone,” Character A murmurs, caressing Character B’s face. (I’M A POETIC SIMP, WHAT CAN I SAY—) 

“Fuck, why are you— Mmh— why are you doing this to me?”

“We can take things as slow as you want. I want you to be comfortable, and as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.”  (PLEASE WJDJJS IM CRYING AHH, how’d I get someone so sweet sjkdms)

“We can rent a hotel somewhere… You can be as loud as you want then, hm?” (HE’S JUST FUCKING OUT HERE, YOUR HONOUR!!) 

“Fuck me,” Character A whimpers as Character B’s hips picks up with speed. “I could if you wanted me to,” Character B grunts. (SIR- FUCK OFF ISTFGGG)

Character B placing their hand on Character A’s thigh while they’re sitting down.

Character B wrapping their arm around Character A’s shoulders and pulling them closer to them, letting Character A rest their head on their shoulder.

Character B leaning in for a kiss and Character A shyly leaning in to give them a quick peck on the lips. 

“Whatever I do, I’ll always be adorable to you, won’t I? Even if I do the most heinous shit known to mankind—” “Yes. Yes, you’ll always be adorable to me.” 

“You sure you don’t wanna close the blinds? People outside could see us…” “Trust me, they won’t.” (this FUCKING GUY, but I guess he wasn’t wrong after I took a closer look at the blinds—) 

“You’re enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?” Character B teases, watching through hooded lids as Character A rides them while clothed. “Does it look like I am?” Character A questions, breathless. 

“You just… You make me happy.” (YOU DO TOO, MY LOVE <333) 

“You’ve always been so caring and supportive of me so I don’t know why I doubted you… I’m sorry.” 

Character A being ticklish on their neck whenever Character B plants soft feather like kisses there, so Character B plants even more soft kisses there, turning Character A into a giggling mess. 

Kisses on the eyelids. (The softest shit EVER)

“Didn’t realise your objective was to get into my pants all this time,” Character B teases, and Character A rolls their eyes, a breathless laugh leaving them. “You know that’s not true. I think you’re the one who has the objective of getting into my pants,” Character A throws back. Character B shakes their head with a chuckle. “That’s not true.”

“How are we gonna manage being away from each other for a whole month?” Character A murmurs softly. “Mmmh, we’ll somehow manage,” Character B reassures, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair.

“How are you going to manage without this for a whole month?” Character B questions as Character A grinds down on them. “I don’t think I fucking will is the thing,” Character A admits, unabashedly.

Character B moving Character A’s hair out of their face to plant gentle kisses on their face.

Character B laying their head on Character A’s stomach and Character A fondly saying to them, “You’re such a baby,” while carding their fingers through their hair.

Character B snuggling up next to Character A, post-orgasm. (SIRRRR- PEHFLKEWNELKWNF) 

Character A moaning Character B’s name and Character B losing their self-restraint over it. (Maybe I did it on purpose to turn him on—)  

[corneredcopia]

stobotnik continues to hold the title for ‘I read this in a fic and now it’s actually canon’

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve always loved performing. Being the center of attention feeds me when I’m telling a story and it’s been like that since I was very young.

When I was four or so I went up to my nana one day while she was watching me and brandished my favorite book, Bre’r Rabbit and the Tar Baby. “I’m going to read to you,” I told her imperiously.

Obedient to my tiny whims she sat me on her lap and waited to hear what nonsense I was going to make up. Because of course, she knew I couldn’t read yet. It’s not impossible to read at four, but I wasn’t getting the kind of attention to make that possible.

To my nana’s astonishment I read the first page perfectly, with silly voices and everything, then turned and read the second page just as competently. I read the whole book while her jaw was on the floor.

She praised me effusively and ran to the phone. I was a genius! She had to tell my mom right away!

My mother was less inclined to hop aboard the genius train. She came to pick me up after work and held up a piece of mail. “What’s that say?” she asked me.

I shrugged in indifference. My nana frowned. “How about this?” she said, offering me a book off her shelf. I shrugged again, losing interest in this new game.

“She can’t read, mom,” my mother informed my nana. “She has the book memorized.” My mother was a child educator and had seen this exact situation more times than she could count.

“She read it page by page! She knew everything!”

That’s how my family found out I’m a very gifted mimic, but not a baby genius.

[by-izzmizz]

[loserlvrss]

｡ ｡ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 ( 박.𝐉𝐒 )─────엔시티

( 五月 ). ──baking cookies with your boyfriend, jisung 박지성 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, fluff warn. kiss, language wc : 771HUN ++( 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 )

노트 oh i lerv him

“Jisung! Oh my god, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

The man looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed, “It’s just a spoon…”

“well, yes—Let me do it. I Can’t have my little baby getting hurt.” You pushed him away from the countertop, taking the wood spoon from his hand without protest. Jisung was slightly shocked at your seriousness, hand hanging in the air. However, he let you carry out whatever was justified inside your head, giggling quietly.

He replied matter-of-factly, “You’re younger than me, Y/n, and much shorter.” But, you didn’t care about his truthful words. You liked to tease Jisung because he was always so easy to make blush.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, i love you too. Now, can you read the next instruction please?”

You looked to your big bowl of blended sugar, butter, eggs and vanilla, then to the smaller one of flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.

“It says to start mixing in the flour gradually.” He summarized while looking awfully focused, lips pouted, "Then we can cut out shapes."

“Okay!” You turned to him, “Can you pour a little in while I mix it together? I’ll tell you when to add more.”

He took the bowl within his large hands, watching as you began to mix the two contents little by little. You thought it was adorable how concentrated he was for you, knowing that he wasn’t the best cook or baker out there—he tried his best to do as the recipe said so they’d turn out decent and make you happy...and honestly, he just wanted to prompt a decorating competition once they had cooled.

"Add the rest, Ji."

Your boyfriend did as you said, turning the bowl over so that the rest of the contents spilled out. You huffed a quiet laugh when some of it scattered on the counter, Jisung trying to right the wrong by scooping it up with his hands.

He looked at you apologetically, "Don't worry about it, baby." You began, pushing your finger into the contents and then swiping it across his nose. He was shocked at first but, then he smiled, just as you intended. "We need some flour on the counter anyways to roll them out."

He mimicked your actions, swiping his finger through the excess, grabbing you by your cheeks and then pressing it against your nose gently. He smiled so sweetly at you, you found it hard to not do the same.

You gave him a look as he stated, "Now we're even." Letting you go back to stirring the mixture.

"You're not even competitive, Ji." You mumbled the last bit, "Besides, I'd let you win." But he heard you loud and clear. And, it sparked that non-competitiveness; that was really just playfulness disguised.

The next couple of seconds went by too quick for you to even comprehend but, as if your eyes were closed, Jisung had gotten a pinch of flour out of jar and tossed it in your direction. It scattered across your face, falling to your chest. Maybe he couldn’t believe it either as his eyes grew, your features straight and scrunched up.

His hand remained in the air when your eyes did finally open; caught red handed like he wasn’t the only other person in your kitchen—and the bowl sure as hell didn’t do that to you.

You let the spoon fall against the edge of the glass, fully turning to face the man at your side, “Jisung…”

He became flustered, apologizing while using his flour-filled fingers to wipe your cheeks. Your boyfriend paused when your feigned anger broke, a giggle escaping your lips like a hiccup.

You grabbed some flour, a smile on your face as you backed the man against the counter, trapping him. He looked curiously, seemingly accepting his fate.

You brushed your hands together, pushing them against his black shirt and leaving handprints over his chest that caused you both to laugh. Then, you grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down to your level. But, just before you met, you stopped, lips centimeters apart.

You admired his closed eyes, features tinted pink like he had blush on, and slightly parted lips. You both knew that you could pull him apart by his seams, and that he’d gladly let you.

Jisung moved first, closing the gap easily. He gripped your waist, pressing your lower back to get you as close as he could. You knew there’d probably be a couple flour-fingerprints against your leggings but, you honestly found it funny, cracking a smile against his lips.

He broke away, slightly winded and still holding you close, “Can we finish? I want to cut out a meummwonbom shape.”

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[ifwebefriends]

HELLO?!!?!?!?!!!

[Image ID. A page from Gravity Falls Journal 3. It’s a section about “soothsquitos.” The author, Ford Pines, writes “Their bites spell out dire messages for your future, except they’re frequently misspelled. I was told to ‘BATCH OUT FOR WILL,’ which, as far as I can tell, is total nonsense!” Next to the text is a photo of a soothsquito, which looks like a regular mosquito but with three eyes. End ID.]

[Image ID. An MS Paint meme of someone sitting in a chair slightly leaning forward and looking distressed and distraught. End ID.]