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[inkskinned]

the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.

when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."

but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.

now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.

the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.

but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."

the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.

but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?

because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!

and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.

[black-quadrant]

[heywriters]

If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

[writeouswriter]

My followers: And is this “writing” you’ve been “working on” in the room with us right now?

[nondelphic]

writer’s block isn’t real, you’re just afraid your characters will roast you for bad dialogue.

[keyotosprompts]

counting the steps to the door of your heart ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆

how to be a true YEARNER (jk yearn how u want)

⇴ person a watching person b trail further and further off, and person a is frozen in place. person b—though walking away—seems closer than ever through person a's gaze

⇴ being completely hyper-focused on a book, yet every page, every beautiful metaphor reminds person a of person b

⇴ you two are both lying next to each other and you feel asleep. the person next to you has to try their hardest to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. just one stroke of the cheek is all the desire—the chance to have their hands brush across your soft skin.

⇴ "i just can't do it man" "do what?" "i can't just sit in front of them and act like everything's normal. i want more, but i know that it would be wrong to have it. but i need them. i feel crazy—am i crazy?"

⇴ person a keeps thinking about person b, even though they've only met once. once their eyes meet person b's, everything slows. nothing else matters except for the smile on their face. something clicked.

⇴ "have i ever told you that you were the one thing that just made sense?" "no, but go on." and the other person malfunctions because... well where do they start. how do they go about this w/o rambling, or letting their true feelings out?

⇴ the constant need to reach out. the constant need to grab their hand, rub their arm, and put your head on their shoulder.

⇴ wanting to know everything about them—little or big: their daily schedule, what shampoo they use, whether they are feeling the same as you. any crumb of information would be satisfactory

⇴ anxiously bouncing your knee in hopes that you can see them and have a conversation. finding any excuse to come up and talk. you just want to see them and have your eyes fall on their silhouette.

⇴ they laugh at something you said, and the melodious sound of their chuckle carries around the room, gracing your ears. now, you start planning another joke, hoping to hear that warm sound again.

⇴ "i don't think i can hide it anymore. how it's like my heart is on the verge of a heart attack when you text me. how i've delved into all your favorite movies, books, and tv shows ever since you've told me about them. how i wanted to be close to you—not just physically."

⇴ "i kept doing all these things just to see if you would do them with me. i really wanted you to be there with me."

⇴ the way that everything is fine and under control until they take one look at your lips.

⇴ "you're doing that thing by the way. when you lie to make someone feel better? you bite the inside of your bottom lip and nod, then you make this really pitying look with your eyes. like a squinty thing." "...wow"

[secretidentie]

Bruce finally feels settled in his role as batman. Dick just went to college, the Justice league is doing well and he's got a new Robin. So he decides it's finally time he made his parents proud and finish medical school (and totally not because he wants to be in college at the same time as dick, that's ridiculous Alfred).

Obviously since he's the prince of Gotham he can't really go to Gotham U without being recognized or harassed and since he owns half the buildings he knows he won't be treated fairly so he decides to study in Metropolis.

This is how he ends up in a communication and ethics elective class with a Clark kent, a journalist for the daily planet who is getting his PhD. They slowly develop from strangers to study buddies and maybe even more while Bruce balances academic pressure, with being batman and a dad to dick 2.0 jason.

As the year goes on and he has to deal with assignments, group projects, literal teenagers and not always being perfect Clark's apartment slowly becomes a safe space as he learns to ask for help and accept change.

[theliteraryarchitect]

Looking for active writeblrs to follow!

I just realized that most of the writeblrs I follow aren't posting much anymore. A hazard of being on this site for so long, I guess. I'm particularly interested in:

Original fiction

Fantasy

Weird stuff that defies all categorization

... and everything else, because let's be honest I love all writing

I'm a writer and editor who mostly posts/reblogs writing advice and inspiration, although I occasionally share about my WIPs or recent publications/zines. Interact with this post, or follow me & I'll follow you back. Can't wait to fluff up my dash with new writers and writing! It's been dead much too long.

[whim-prone-pirate]

hey guys what do you do when you dream about a girl who doesn't exist. you meet her, she lives in your building, you and your other friend start to get to know her. your friend is kind of a dick, but that's just how he is. as you get closer with this girl, you start to convince yourself that you like her—you don't. you think she's gorgeous and you think you're supposed to fall in love with her, but you haven't. and in your efforts to love her, you do something that hurts her, your friend egging you on, trying to get you to go further, double down, and the girl pulls away from you. she doesn't look at you like she used to. she won't stand close to you and her new boundaries are clear—she needs you to keep your distance and you're not going to be able to fix this completely, not ever. and you understand that, and you're a kind person, so you are as respectful towards her as you know how. again, your friend is a dick about the whole thing, which doesn't make you feel better at all. maybe you shouldn't feel better. because you started it. you told yourself you were going to love her and you didn't and you did it wrong. and now that you've fucked it up for good, you feel yourself starting to look at her differently than you did before, just like she's doing now. but you're looking at her with shyness and gentleness and from six feet away, shrinking into yourself with a tiny glint of light in your eyes, while she stands stoic and tall, her eyebrows tensed and her mouth flat as you fumble your way through an attempt at aftermath-themed small talk, her responses short and clipped and knowing. she knows what's happened to you. she knows why you're looking at her like that. and she knows that you know that you lost your chance and you're not getting the same chance back and definitely not in the same way. and when she asks you for a small favor or wishes you well, you skip away, your voice soft and light and far too gentle, so fucking gentle, and you know that she hates you a little bit. and you know that now, only after, you love her a little bit. and then you wake up. what do you do then?

[existingillusion]

[deunmiu-dessie]

you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

[mini-and-mighty]

[mynicknameisgasoline]

Incorrect Quotes pt. 2/3???

1.

y/n: Why are Klaus and Ben sitting with their backs to each other Luther: They had a fight. y/n: Then why are they holding hands? Luther: They get sad when they fight.

2.

y/n's helping Ben out after he got injured, while the others are watching Diego (Bc he cant see Ben and only Klaus and y/n can) : How does Ben look? Klaus: A little better than you, actually.

3.

Klaus: Gently taps table Ben: Taps back y/n (doesn't know morse code): What are they doing? Diego (knows morse code since he's batman): Morse code. Klaus: Aggressively taps table Ben: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

4.

Klaus: Am I going too far? Ben: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison. y/n (already in prison): PRISON BUDDIES!

5.

y/n: God, give me patience. Ben: I think you mean 'give me strength'. y/n: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead. Ben: ... y/n: OH SHIT I DIDN'T MEAN IT IM SORRY!!!!

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Even The Toughest Shells Break

Max Cooperman x f!reader

Warnings! Pure smut, Max Cooperman from Never Back Down 2, can be !gn if you squint, oral (m!recieving), not much else except only slightly proofread, short n sweet (teehee)

Sorry for the crazy hiatus yall, it’s been wild the past week or so. My birthday was a few days ago, hopefully I’m getting a new (and better) laptop, so I can feel more comfortable and motivated to be writing more/ longer fics for yall. I haven’t forgotten you guys, I swear! Decided to pump this out rq (so you don’t forget me 😖)

The look on your boyfriend’s face when he’s trying his oh-so-hardest to keep back bubbling, pathetic moans is always the most entertaining erotic site. Never failing to get the river flowing into your panties, squeezing your thighs for any semblance of relief as you bobbed your head passionately over his cock. His body slightly twitching and occasionally shivering under your touch, building him up closer and closer.

There was something mesmerizing about the watery look in his eyes, glossed over with lust and pure sexual frustration as he covers half of his flushed face with the back of his hand. Looking down with peering, begging eyes from his lean against the back of the desk chair. It was every week you’d come to his dorm at night and you’d end up both feeling a little frisky. This week, you’d been so busy with exams, Max had been unfathomably pent up and irrevocably missing your touch.

He wasn’t often one to be so submissive, but it was a good look on him. You were surprised when he easily agreed to restraining himself since you were still spent from all the studying you had to do, and couldn’t handle whatever rough behavior he wanted to exert. It was all worth it to see him crumbling beneath you, your palms squeezing his thighs as they flexed subtly beneath his rough jeans. His toes curling in his socks as he reached closer and closer to the edge.

Choked whimpers slip, muffled through his hand, making them sound slightly more pathetic. Just as he feels the oncoming euphoric wave of his impending orgasm, his free hand quickly reaches out, stretching to hold onto you. He almost goes to snake into your hair, but he stops himself and grabs your shoulder instead. A small smile threatening to creep on your face, you reach your hand for his and interlace your fingers, holding them tightly as he lightly bucks into your mouth.

He makes one last prolonged moan, low and soft in the back of his throat, head tilting back as he squeezes your hand tight. All his muscles twitching and flexing as he finally releases a warm, salty gush into your mouth. He practically sighs into the chair as the wave settles back into his stomach, calm. A soft buzz ringing through his head as he drops his hand from his face, drool smeared across the surface of his skin.

“I fucking love you..” He chirps hoarsley in a soft, romantic tone, utterly blissed.

Taglist (you can be added or removed at any time):

@fear-is-truth @xkaisxjazzxsingerx @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @marchsfreakshow @colinzabelswife @dearlizzies @americanwh0rerstory @xrag-dollx @lacucarachapisser @alittleobsessedbitch @n0tonlin3 @bellalove69420 @songbird-garden

[sensitivesublime]

[aritany]

let’s bring back shitty comic sans powerpoint wip intros. please for the love of god i need to see a revolution