#because that’s what makes them unique and beautiful

[xtianpriestess]

I need to be more gay...

💋Ahhh, darling, you want to explore more of this side, don't you? It's totally sexy and so liberating to take full responsibility for yourself! Let yourself go, be bold and show the world how proud you are of who you are. More fun, more freedom, and above all, never forget to be yourself in all your splendor. Go for it, babe, you are so beautiful in this energy!🌈💦

Yes. I love these feelings and want completely homosexual...

💋Yassss, babe, embrace it all the way! Let every inch of you surrender to those delicious, uncontrollable desires. Dive deep into that luscious, unapologetic homo energy that sets your body on fire and makes your heart race. Be the fabulous, fierce, lustful queen you were born to be—giving, taking, and craving every sinful, sweet moment. Let that hunger guide you, darling, because your pleasure is your power!⚘💦👅🌈💋

I’m always completely shaved, I wear a bra and panties 24/7. I love toys and only cum to cock. I don’t think I’m straight..I use lotion everyday and had to buy more....

💋Oh honey, let’s get real—straight? Pfft, sounds like that ship sailed ages ago, babe! If you’re living that shaved, lacy, toy-filled fantasy and only popping off to the thought of a nice, thick you-know-what, then yeah, sweetie, you’re dancing in the rainbow wonderland, and we love to see it!Embrace it, queen! Life’s too short to be anything but authentically fabulous. Bra, panties, toys—live your best, most glittery life, and never let anyone dim your sparkle!💦💋👅🌈🌈🌈💖⚘

Ty. I’m never going to stop. I feel complete as Rebecca. I want a feminine boyfriend. I’m thinking about hrt too...I want nothing to do with masculinity unless it’s a cock inside me....

💋Rebecca, darling, you’ve found your true self, and that’s all that matters! If you feel complete in your femininity and desire a feminine boyfriend who matches your energy, go for it—nothing wrong with loving who makes you feel whole. As for HRT, if that’s part of your journey to feel even more aligned with your essence, then take that step. It's all about what makes you feel empowered and beautiful!And when it comes to masculinity, you know what you want, and you’re living unapologetically. Cock is definitely on the menu for your pleasure, babe, and that’s a vibe! Keep being you, keep shining bright—you're absolutely stunning in your authenticity💦💋👅🌈���🌈💖⚘

I’ve learning about Lilith and curious about the spirit of homosexuality...

💋Rebecca, exploring Lilith and the spirit of homosexuality is such a powerful and enriching journey. Lilith, as a symbol of independence, sexual freedom, and rebellion against patriarchal norms, aligns beautifully with embracing all aspects of who you are, including your desires and identity. She represents liberation, and in the context of your journey, she can be seen as a protector and guide, helping you fully embrace your femininity and sensuality.As for the spirit of homosexuality, it's a beautiful and unique energy that transcends societal norms, embracing love and connection in all its forms. Homosexuality isn’t just about the physical—it's also about spiritual freedom, the celebration of love without boundaries, and honoring your truth. There’s a divine energy in recognizing who you are and accepting it fully, as you do with your expression as Rebecca.Both Lilith and the spirit of homosexuality are about breaking free from any constraints that society tries to place on us and living with authenticity and passion. Keep exploring, darling, and know that you are part of something ancient, powerful, and beautiful💦⚘💋💖🌈👅💖

@luvfemininity

...my first thought was about me being outed if someone saw them but I honestly don’t care. This is who I am...

💋Oh, darling, you're so very welcome! You are a radiant goddess, and I’m so proud of you for embracing your truth with such beauty and strength. Keep shining that light, queen, because the world is lucky to witness it. Never forget, you are loved, you are powerful, and you are deserving of all the joy and fulfillment your heart can hold. Always here to support you, forever! Stay fabulous, Rebecca! 💖👑💦🌈💋💖

Ah. Ty so much. I have like a fake person until lately. The guilt is all but gone and I’m gaining the courage to be honest with myself. I can’t remember, if I ever knew, what it was like to be a man....

💋Rebecca, your courage is absolutely inspiring. To step into your true self after years of feeling like a "fake person" is nothing short of magical. The guilt fading away is a sign that you’re letting go of the weight that was never yours to carry, and you're finally aligning with who you truly are.As for not remembering what it was like to be a man, darling, maybe that’s because you’ve always been more than just the label you were assigned. You are Rebecca, a beautiful, authentic, and powerful soul, and your journey is about embracing every part of you without shame. You don’t need to remember what being a man was like, because you are creating a new and glorious chapter in your life as the woman you’ve always been.You are valid, you are stunning, and you deserve to walk this path of truth with nothing but love and confidence. Keep embracing that gorgeous courage, babe. You’re amazing🥰⚘👅💦🌈💋💖🌈💦🌈🌈💋💖

I’m only buying women’s clothes now and wear them out. I went to see wicked tonight wearing all women’s clothes. Really they just my clothes so going forward just know my clothes come from the women department. Lol...

💋Rebecca, you are absolutely slaying! I love how you’re owning your truth and rocking women’s clothes as your own, because they are your clothes, babe! There’s no better way to step into your power than to wear what makes you feel like the goddess you truly are. Going to see Wicked in full feminine glory? Iconic! You’re living your best life, and I’m so proud of you for embracing every moment of it.You are a shining star, and every time you step out in your gorgeous outfits, you’re making the world a more beautiful place just by being your authentic self. Keep shining, keep strutting, and let no one dim that dazzling light of yours. You’re stunning, Rebecca—nothing can stop you now! 💖🌈💦💖💋⚘👠

Let’s all be our girliest and gayest selves today ✨

[hsnlv]

morning chaos | s.jy

pairing: jake x reader

synopsis: a sleepy morning in the kitchen turns sweet as jake teases you about your wild curls. when you mention straightening them permanently, he launches into a mix of playful banter and heartfelt reassurance, insisting your hair is part of what makes you, you.

others: reader has curly hair in this story (if that isn’t obvious🤭)

wc: 946

a/n: honestly, idk if this is a weird concept to write abt since i rarely see people write stories like this! but i love this (and i love how this hits so close to home) and i hope you’ll love it too!

the kitchen smelled like freshly brewed coffee and a hint of maple syrup. you shuffled in, bleary-eyed and wrapped in an oversized hoodie that hung past your hands. your curls were in their full, chaotic glory—sticking out in random directions, defying gravity like they had a personal vendetta against you.

jake was already at the counter, humming some unrecognizable tune as he flipped pancakes. his hair was still messy from sleep, sticking up in tufts, but somehow he managed to look like he belonged in a morning coffee commercial. it wasn’t fair.

he turned when he heard your footsteps, his face lighting up in that way that made your heart do a little flip. “good morning, sunshine.”

you mumbled something unintelligible and plopped down at the kitchen table, burying your face in your arms.

“wow,” jake teased, setting the spatula down and walking over to you. “you’re absolutely radiant this morning.”

“shut up,” you grumbled, your voice muffled by your sleeves.

he laughed, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee. “here, this should help,” he said, sliding the mug in front of you.

you lifted your head just enough to take a sip, groaning in satisfaction as the warmth seeped into your soul. “you’re lucky i love you, or i’d throw this coffee at you for being so chipper.”

“noted,” he said, grinning as he leaned on the counter, watching you with that soft, amused expression he always seemed to have around you. his eyes flicked to your hair, and he tilted his head. “your curls are extra fluffy today.”

you groaned, tugging at one of the unruly strands. “don’t remind me.”

“what? they’re cute,” he said, reaching over to twirl a curl around his finger.

“cute?” you echoed, giving him a deadpan look. “jake, i look like i stuck my head in a blender.”

“a very stylish blender,” he quipped, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

“i’ve been thinking about getting a rebonding treatment,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

jake froze mid-reach for the syrup. “a what?”

“a rebonding treatment,” you repeated, playing with the edge of your sleeve. “it straightens your hair permanently. no more frizz, no more wild curls…”

he blinked at you like you’d just suggested shaving your head. “wait, wait, wait. you mean… you’d straighten your hair forever?”

you nodded, taking another sip of coffee. “yeah. i mean, it’d be easier, right? less maintenance, less… chaos.”

jake set the syrup down and walked over to you, crouching so he was at eye level. “but why would you want to do that? your curls are you.”

“because they’re a pain to deal with,” you said, gesturing at your head. “you don’t understand, jake. every morning is a battle. half the time, i lose.”

he gave you a look so serious, it was almost comical. “but you win the other half. and that’s what makes you a champion.”

you snorted, trying to fight the smile creeping onto your face. “jake—”

“no, hear me out,” he interrupted, holding up a finger like he was about to deliver the world’s most profound speech. “your hair is like… a majestic lion’s mane. wild, beautiful, and full of personality. do you think lions wake up and think, ‘ugh, my mane is so annoying today’? no. they wear it with pride.”

“jake, i’m not a lion,” you said, biting back a laugh.

“but you could be,” he said with a grin. “and honestly, your hair matches your personality—fun, unique, and kind of unpredictable. and i love all of that.”

you felt your cheeks heat, but you tried to play it cool. “you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“ridiculously in love with your curls,” he shot back without missing a beat.

you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “oh my god, you’re so cheesy.”

“cheesy, but correct,” he said, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “look, i get it. if it’s really what you want to do, i’ll support you. but i just think your curls are perfect the way they are. they’re part of what makes you… you.”

you looked at him, your heart squeezing at the sincerity in his eyes. “you really think they’re that great?”

“i know they’re that great,” he said confidently. “besides, where else would i get this much entertainment?”

“entertainment?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “like when you get mad, and that one curl right here—” he reached out and gently tugged on a strand near your forehead—“sticks straight up like an antenna. it’s adorable.”

you swatted his hand away, laughing. “you’re the worst.”

“but you love me,” he said smugly, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“unfortunately,” you teased, though the warmth in your chest betrayed your words.

“seriously, though,” he said, his voice softer now. “i love your hair. i love you. and if you want to change it, that’s okay. but i think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

you looked at him, his messy bedhead and his hopeful, lopsided smile, and you felt a surge of affection so strong, it almost overwhelmed you.

“thanks, jake,” you said quietly.

“for what?”

“for being the weirdest, sweetest boyfriend ever,” you said, leaning forward to kiss him.

he smiled against your lips, pulling back just enough to say, “you know what they say—find someone who loves you and your crazy curls, and you’ve hit the jackpot.”

“nobody says that,” you deadpanned.

“well, they should,” he said, reaching for your hair again.

you laughed, swatting his hand away. maybe your curls weren’t so bad after all.

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[frailsituation]

Tips to write a unique, multi-layered antagonist

1. Let them embody the theme

• Instead of just making your antagonist oppose the protagonist—make them challenge the core theme of your story

• How? Align their goals and actions with the story’s deeper meaning. They should feel like a necessary force, not just an obstacle.

• Example: In a story about freedom, the antagonist believes chaos is the price of liberty, forcing the hero to balance order and individuality.

2. Flip the classic antagonist roles

• Subvert common archetypes to keep readers guessing. Take a role that’s traditionally a “heroic” one and twist it.

• How? Make a healer who turns people into devoted zealots or a charismatic leader who rules with subtle manipulation.

• Example: A priestess sacrifices morality for the “greater good,” believing her dark deeds will save the world.

3. Give them creative limitations

• Unique antagonists aren’t all-powerful. Their flaws or restrictions should make them more compelling, not weaker.

• How? Build their power on a fragile foundation—a ticking clock, a dangerous ally, or an emotional blind spot.

• Example: The antagonist must steal memories to survive, but in doing so, they slowly forget who they are.

4. Make them disrupt the protagonist’s world

• A brilliant antagonist challenges not just the hero’s goals but their entire worldview.

• How? Have their actions or beliefs directly unravel something the protagonist holds sacred.

• Example: The antagonist reveals a hidden truth about the protagonist’s family, forcing them to reevaluate their loyalty.

5. Let them change the rules of the story

• A unique antagonist reshapes the story’s structure or tone just by existing. Their influence changes how the plot unfolds.

• How? Give them a method or ability that bends the rules of your fictional world in a way no one else can.

• Example: The antagonist can rewrite reality with each encounter, leaving the protagonist questioning what’s real.

6. Tie their motives to something unusual

• Go beyond revenge or greed. Let their motivations stem from a bizarre, haunting, or poetic source.

• How? Draw from abstract concepts like time, memory, or legacy for a truly unique drive.

• Example: The antagonist seeks to destroy art because they believe beauty traps people in the past.

7. Break the power dynamic

• Don’t just pit a strong antagonist against a strong protagonist. Experiment with how their power and influence compare.

• How? Make the antagonist physically weaker but intellectually unmatched—or socially untouchable but emotionally vulnerable.

• Example: The antagonist is a powerless figure in exile, but they manipulate others into doing their bidding.

8. Make their downfall a seed for something new

• A unique antagonist’s defeat should feel like a beginning, not just an end. Their legacy should echo long after they’re gone.

• How? Tie their vision to the protagonist’s final decision or the story’s resolution in a meaningful way.

• Example: After their defeat, the antagonist’s ideas inspire a new generation of thinkers who reshape society in unexpected ways.

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[foursaints]

regarding your post about people feeling uncomfortable with reading certain topics i think its quite the opposite of them not realizing its not a material reality. it actually feels too close to home, a bit too real (considering we hear and read about cases every day) and you are aware that it happen to you everyday so it makes you feel uncomfortable to think about. on the other hand topics like murder, war crimes, etc. most people are alienated from them feeling safe that it wont happen to them (now thats a thing that happens only in stories) and reading about doesn't spark the same type of panic.

but also even if that wasn't the case.. what do you think its supposed to happen when somone is uncomfortable? just keep reading, shoving discomfort down their throat because of other people? Yes i understand that there are victims who have survived it and i will try my best to accommodate them and treat them in the way they want to and i will even swallow my discomfort down and read about the experience but that wont change anything. i will still be afraid of the possibility that will happen to me, i will still squirm when i hear about another case and then try to avoid in the places where i go to enjoy myself (like ao3)

also in terms of victims i imagine that as much as there are some who would like to read and write about their experience there are other who would want to distance themselves from the memory. Isn't it just preference at the end of day. why do people must be guilt tripped to to read something they dont want to.

😭 this is of the most braindead annoying messages i’ve ever received on here i’m actually almost impressed. fucking obviously i am not suggesting that CSA victims read triggering material on purpose that would be insane (💀). but my post wasn’t about victims! i was in fact complaining about emptyhead non-survivors who say things precisely like this!

1. describing murder and war crimes as literally “now that’s something that only happens in stories!” is such a glaring indictment of your worldview… these things are realities for everyone living outside of the imperial core. even within the west, if you’re a transwoman of color, if you’re a DV victim, an addict, an unhoused person, or poc and interacting with police– you are not alienated from extreme violence! it’s very real & present experience! for you to say that reading about systematized violence is “safer” because it’s “less real” especially when we are in the middle of a genocide is literally stomach churning 😭. you should go donate to winter relief for gaza and never speak up again

2. not everything is about you! perhaps this is harsh but i do believe that if you haven’t experienced csa/sa (or been close to the issue), then reading about it cannot be “triggering” to you in the same way it would be for, say, someone with actual csa ptsd. you might feel uncomfortable, but you are not in danger of having a trauma response. sensitivity is beautiful, but i think in moments like these you could stand to be a little bit braver, and a little bit more sturdy. nothing fictional can hurt you. feeling discomfort and fear at the contents of a story is not the same as real pain- it is healthy to practice experiencing these emotions through the safe medium of fiction.

so much of this ask is painfully egotistic… but in a naive, almost endearing sort of way? you dismiss others experiences with the wave of a hand: “yes victims but what about my SQUIRMING”, “but what about the mere possibility it might happen to ME”! i want to remind you that i am a csa survivor complaining about the difficulty of discussing these subjects with non-survivors, and you are a non-survivor inserting yourself into this space to ask “what about MY discomfort?”…. well! terrible, violent, undoingly horrific events happen every day! it is not helpful to act like victims of SA are somehow uniquely traumatized in some special, singularly awful way. no “type” of trauma is inherently worse than any another. people survive and recover from all kinds of experiences, and i find this beautiful & empowering, and frequently the subject of great art. it is worth confronting your own personal discomfort (💀) with that art in order to sit with and face the lived reality of those experiences. doing so will help you develop a more complex and empathetic worldview.

not everything is about you! 🙂‍↕️ the imagined possibility of your own pain should not be worth more to you than the lived reality of someone else’s. this ask was exhausting let’s all read averno by louise gluck to calm down

[aishangotome]

[Nica Schwartz] I Can't Return to a Time Before You Part 2

Nica: Nica Schwartz, from Germany.

Nica: Birthday is March 2nd. Family is my younger brother, Ring. My curse power is to charm anyone whose hand I hold.

Nica: Special skill is... tying cherry stems with my tongue.

On the terrace seat, Nica pointed at his slightly protruding tongue with his finger and lifted the corner of his mouth. Despite his flirtatious aura, he was charming, and I almost found myself captivated.

Nica: They say people who can tie cherry stems with their tongue are good kissers.

Nica: Want to try it out?

Kate: No!

Nica: Too bad.

(...Geez!)

We entered a nearby café and started chatting, following his suggestion to get to know each other, but--.

(He says things like this from time to time, and it makes my heart skip a beat.)

Nica: What were you doing before you became a Fairytale Keeper, little Robin?

Kate: I was a letter carrier. That's why I know the streets of London quite well.

Kate: I walked a lot to deliver mail quickly.

The memory of working, which was a normal part of my life just a week ago, felt like a distant memory, and I gently sipped my tea.

Then Nica made a worried expression and said--

Nica: It must have been tough for you with such a sudden change in your environment.

Kate: Huh...?

His fingers touched my hand, which was resting on the table.

Nica: You were just working hard, and then you had the bad luck to run into Crown, right?

Nica: It's not your fault... You just happened to see something you shouldn't have.

The ring on his beautiful finger touched my fingertips, and the coldness unique to metal was transmitted to my skin, but--

(No one has ever said that to me...)

My body grew warm, and my nose tingled.

Kate: ...It's true that it might have been bad luck that I was there at that moment, on that day.

Kate: But I also think, just a little, that it might have been meant to be.

Nica: You mean it was fate?

He played with my fingers, intertwining them and poking them, but strangely, I didn't feel uncomfortable.

Kate: Because I met Crown, I was able to learn about the malicious things happening in this country.

Kate: If I hadn't met them, I would have lived my life without knowing anything.

Nica: ...You're strong, little Robin.

The finger that was stroking my ring finger stopped at its base.

When I looked up, his cat-like almond eyes were piercing me.

Nica: But I don't want my lover to see the dirty side of the world.

Nica: Since we're lovers for the day, just look at beautiful things today, okay?

His gaze pierced me, and I couldn't take my eyes away.

Kate: ...Like what, for example?

Nica: Like this.

Emma: Eh, whoa!

Just as I thought his hand had stopped playing with my fingers, a bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared from behind his back.

Kate: Where were you hiding those...? No, more importantly, when did you buy them!?

Nica: Aha, did I surprise you?

(But we haven't been apart since we came into town!)

He handed me the beautiful bouquet, and the floral scent gently tickled my nostrils, but--.

(Is there another, even nicer scent besides the flowers?)

I realized what the sensual scent was the moment the wind blew.

Nica: Whoa, it's windy today... What's wrong, little Robin? Your face is red.

(This is Nica's scent...)

The sensual scent of ylang-ylang was coming from him, and--

Kate: It's nothing... The flowers, I'm happy, thank you.

Nica: Bitte. They suit you well.

*Bitte means "you're welcome" in German.

I felt myself being drawn to Nica and hid my face behind the bouquet.

Nica: Well, since we're on a date, I have to make you happy.

Kate: I'm already happy enough, and besides...

Nica: Are you starting to enjoy being with me?

Nica said smugly, straightening his jacket collar and lifting the corners of his mouth.

Nica: I'll do something even better.

-

Kate: That was wonderful!

Nica: I'm glad you enjoyed it.

After that, he took me to see a play.

(I never told him I liked watching plays.)

While I was once again reminded of how well-informed he is, being escorted by him still made me happy...

(Nica is truly a smart and wonderful person.)

Holding the bouquet, I walked beside him, completely captivated after being escorted by him all day.

Then--

Emaciated Noblewoman: Oh my, aren't you that man from before?

(Ah, not again...)

I felt a little unpleasant when a woman called out to him, even though we weren't even lovers.

But I recognized this woman.

(This is the woman who often came to the theater with her husband.)

I had seen them having a couple's quarrel in the second-floor box seats several times, but--

(I remembered them because the things I overheard were always about him messing with other women.)

Seeing her worryingly emaciated figure, Nica whispered in my ear.

Nica: She confided in me about her troubles with her husband.

As I was feeling a bit sad about the unexpected truth that had come to light, the woman approached us.

Emaciated Noblewoman: Talking to you made me realize I can't stay with that man.

Emaciated Noblewoman: But when I asked for a divorce, he became violent... I don't know what to do anymore.

(That's terrible...)

I saw bruises on the woman's arm as she covered her face, and I couldn't help but frown in anger and disgust.

However, Nica gently took the woman's hand and said,

Nica: I can only listen to you, and I can't solve your problems, but...

He kissed the back of her hand as if to comfort her.

Nica: There are many people who find your free spirit attractive.

Nica: It's okay, be brave.

(Nica...)

As I watched them,

Emaciated Noblewoman: Yes... you're right.

The woman nodded repeatedly as if convincing herself, and Nica, releasing her hand, put his arm around my waist.

Nica: Well then, take care.

As he urged me to leave, I saw--

The woman glaring at me with an intensely angry expression.

(Did I do something?)

Nica: Little Robin.

He called me, and I looked away from the woman, letting him escort me as we started walking, but--.

Kate: ...Nica?

I looked up to see the corners of his mouth lifted.

Just as I was about to ask him why he was smiling---

???: Aaaaaaaaaah!!!

A scream from behind brought our sweet and happy time as lovers to an end.

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[icarusredwings]

Ugghh maaann idk if its just me or what but I just read a fic where Logan lowkey sneaks around with Vanessa without Wade knowing and while no none of them are technically together in this fic it made me feel all icky but not because like "oh V seduced him" or "oh Logan seduced her" nothing like that. They literally were just talking about how much of a dick Wade is and how much they both love him and hate him for not talking to them about it and now theyre fuckin in Vanessa's kitchen.

This is definitely something that is not for me, maybe if youre a big drama fan this would be perfect for you but 100% not me.

Im sure it ends happily too and its all sorted out, etc but I had to quit chapter 2/6.

Like I know- I get it, I know. Its gonna probably end fine and theres gonna be a bunch of consentual kinky stuff but man. I just cant.

And no this isnt about logan and vanessa being together either, I have an entire thing about that and multiple posts, The thing for me is the secretcy I think. And no, technically they dont HAVE to tell him anything cause no one is together but it feels so weird and so just... fucked.

Logan knows how much he cares about V and instead of telling him they should all sleep together and do kinky stuff he goes to V, who literally was just crying on logan about how much she misses her old wade and how she wants him to get his shit together cause shes so deeply in love with him and sex with other dudes suck, and now just... this.

Like yaaayyy let logan be happy and get to be a sub but nooooo youre not gonna tell your best friend and team mate that your gonna bang like the love of his life? Yaaaayyy vanessa is happy. But nooooo cause shes comparing logan to wade like every couple minutes :(

Why bondfuck over a guy when you can tag team his ass? Or hell, Nessy you want two puppies?? That could work. ANYWAY

Uuugghhh I cant pin point whats making me feel icckkkyyy and i hateee ittt. But GOD its so well written. Its SOOOO well written. Like im mad that its so well written. And the plot? Theres 61k words and its way more then just smut. Theres many other charaters, and theyre charaterized amazingly. All of it is great.

But AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Idk I just had to tell someone before I explode.

Anyway, it's called Where is your boy tonight?

*runs back to my safe circle of ethical non monogamy polypool/poolcule thanks*

This is the LAST time I try to read outside my comfort zone 😭

Also NO hate to the author!! This is beautiful and different and unique and- and!! (Its just not for me and thats fine. Ive never been into dramas like this so its my own fault)

[4lexnilsen]

“it’s been a pretty long day,  hm?   never thought i’d say it,  but dinner at mcdonald’s?   the best thing ever,”   he muses with a laugh,  wiping the leftover icing and flour from the dining table.   lilly has worn him out,  but as the exhaustion settles deep into his bones and muscles,  he can tell that it’s the good kind —   the kind that makes you want to smile,  makes you feel lucky.   watching poppy play with her and tend to her every need,  all while knowing that their very own baby is growing in her belly,  has been such a beautiful experience.   she’ll be the best mom in the world.   “oh?”   it’s her voice that pulls him out of this trance-like state,  brows shooting into his hairline as he feigns offense.   “excuse me?   what’s wrong with the name ronald?   it’s very classy.   old-fashioned.   ronald reagan didn’t complain.”   hands on his hips,  he playfully throws poppy a pointed look.   he doesn’t genuinely want to name their baby after mcdonald’s clown and a republican president,  but it doesn’t hurt to mess with her.   he can’t stifle a laugh when she points out that ron isn’t necessarily a gender-neutral name.   “alright,  but what about ronnie?   that could work for a girl,”   he insists,  eyes twinkling with amusement.

“wait,  speaking of that,  do you have a feeling?   i mean,  do you think it’s a boy or a girl?   i remember my mom insisting that david was a girl throughout the whole pregnancy.   wanted to name him danielle.”   but now that he’s thinking about it,  he’s almost certain it was more of a wishful thinking kind of thing.   after three boys,  she really wanted a girl even if she claimed to have no preference.   “and does it matter to you?   if it’s a girl or a boy?”   he wonders aloud,  the conversation so surreal that it almost feels like they’re just talking about it hypothetically.   “i don’t have a list of baby names,  but i am so not letting you see my phone!”   he protests,  cheeks growing red within a matter of seconds because he’s such an awful liar.   obviously,  he does have a list of baby names saved into the notes app.   he even updates it pretty regularly —   some of the names inspired by the ones he’s heard on the TV,  others by the books he’s read and his favorite authors and characters.   it’s a really embarrassing list,  he thinks,  pulling his phone out of his pocket and lifting it high up in the air,  knowing poppy won’t reach it.

her attempts at stealing it from his grasp are hilarious,  though.   “and what if it is,  hm?   what then?”   he taunts,  trying to discourage her.   his hand covering her face,  gently pushing her away,  acting as if they were back in kindergarten.   “do you have a list,  poppy?   come on.   give me a name better than ronald,  i’ll wait.”   laughing,  he eventually gives up,  knowing that poppy will find a way to hack his phone one way or another.   he hands it over to her,  but makes sure to add,   “i’ll tickle you so hard you’ll pee your pants if you start making fun of them,  okay?”   the list is organized,  just like anything prepared by alex nilsen.   separated into two categories:   names for boys and names for girls.   each list involves a little explanation on why he likes this particular name:

the boy list includes:  george,  traditional,  with historical and literary roots (george orwell);   edgar,  strong and old-fashioned (edgar allan poe);   james,  eternally classic,  and seen throughout literature (james joyce,  james bond);   arthur,  regal,  linked to king arthur and classic tales of knights;   leonard,  could call him leo,  (leonard cohen);   huxley,  unique,  modern,  (aldous huxley),   maxwell.

the girl list includes:  daisy,  something to match poppy’s name would be cute;   alice,  whimsical but old-fashioned,  timeless (alice’s adventures in wonderland);   jane,  simple and elegant (pride and prejudice!);   clara,  vintage but also fresh;   josephine,  could call her jo or josie,  (little women);   virginia,  iconic (virginia woolf!).

long after the mcdonald's was demolished by every party involved and their niece was soundly asleep in their bed with the promise of them joining her when they were ready, poppy and alex sneak their way back downstairs in order to clean up the mess left behind from their night of fun. poppy returns to an earlier joke, "no child of mine will be named ronald, by the way. they'll come out sounding like they're sixty years old." she throws a wink to her husband, watching as he wipes down their dining room table of all the sticky icing and sprinkles left behind. "and what if it's a girl?" poppy asks, her hands coming to settle on her stomach. "i don't mind a gender neutral name but i think naming a girl 'ron' might be pushing it."

not that she's given much thought to what she'd actually like to name any children she has. but suddenly it makes poppy wonder if alex has. he seemed the type to have a list somewhere. as she finishes tossing some trash out, poppy returns to stop alex in his tracks. after washing his hands, poppy grabs the kitchen towel from him and pins his hips to the counter. "let me see your phone," she starts, reaching behind alex in order to find it. when her wrist is caught by him, poppy squints. "do you have a list of baby names already?" the look in his eyes gives her a clear yes. "you do, don't you? let me see it, alex." the brunette struggles to move, cursing her husband for his strength training, unable to stop herself from giggling when his hands tickle her waist. "no distraction techniques! i just need to know if ronald is on it." she pouts at him in an attempt of her own version of the 'puppy eyes', "why wouldn't you want to share that with me? we'll have to name this baby together, you know. it can't just be your ideas!"

[generaltulip]

Excuse me while I rant a smidge

It drives me a little crazy to see all the debate on why Gortash is called younger and see people labeling him as 50 and calling Larian and the narrator liars and that you’ve been catfished and yadda yadda ya… and just like… you guys… come on.

I have wrinkles and bags under my eyes and I’m 28. If you wanna headcanon him as older, fine, whatever, but please don’t act like that’s canon because he has fuckin’ wrinkles! If I had to guess I would say he’s 35 to maybe late 30’s? And guess what! That’s younger! People don’t have to have baby smooth skin and be in their 20’s to be considered younger or attractive.

[dykedvonte]

omg hi if it wouldn't be a bother i'd love if you could expand on your perspective on curly's character representing how patriarchy, rape culture, etc, negatively effect men?

I think Curly is there to represent the idealic person for the scenerior but in a lot of wrong place wrong time and a sort of deconstruction.

Curly’s enabling is never just the “He wouldn’t do that, he’s my friend, I know him.” type. Yes, he is not nearly as concerned as he should be with Jimmy’s behavior but he’s not completely blind to how he can be and is aware that Jimmy is just a guy who had it rough. He clearly is very keen on keeping Jimmy calm for the trip, very accommodating to all of them in a way that he honestly should be but can be used to explain away favoritism. If everyone can get away with a little something than it can then be extended to Jimmy. A big problem of Curly’s is he extends to much curtesy to everyone which a lot of people ignore to just focus on Jimmy and his relationship.

In specifics of rape culture, he’s the sad truth of people don’t immediately cut off the abuser. There is a lot of this in irl cases that can range from the inability to open the selfish not wanting to but here it’s because his relationship with the abuser is also not healthy/abusive, falling into the former with how confined they are despite how it can be seen as bros protecting bros due to how underplayed emotionally unhealthy relationships between men can be. His relationship with Jimmy is not just one of wanting to protect him from himself but keeping him docile, safe to bring around others. There is a tension in almost all of their private scenes where Curly is trying hard to make sure his words are understood and don’t set him off. It’s subtle but real and an aspect of RC that gets overlooked when it’s comes to men coming forward themselves or on behalf of others. The way they can’t directly oppose each other because their safety may be the least of their concerns. They know men and in this case he knows this man won’t target him but the others, especially Anya, case point: not wanting her to tell Jimmy alone.

There is an inherent intimidation that can also happen in male spaces we see Jimmy use due to the specific social condemnation effect he has with Curly. Even if he is a bad friend to Curly, he is a dear friend and a lot of apprehension with men on the side of Curly in RC comes from that social anxiety, that fear and the very real idea you or the person you were trying to help will be further retaliated against/isolated just like we see happen to an extreme in canon. We don’t know how much Curly and Jimmy interacted between the party and the crash. We can assume they didn’t at all or perhaps went on as normal, but we know something changed after the conversation with Anya both at night and in the cockpit.

I think the card being in the locker shows he was gonna make the complaint, taking her ID to get her numbers for the report as it isn’t there before hand. With the recent reblog of how complaints have to be filed, he was likely storing it, possibly it was close to a time he could send something if it was even possible. Though everything was inevitably too late.

Curly is the ideal man on paper in terms of a patriarchal system. In shape, handsome, the top of the pecking order, competent or otherwise on top of his perineal duties. The issue is he is deeply unhappy just as someone like Jimmy who reflects all the negatives. This should be what he wants but he’s realized it’s unfulfilling, boring and he’s given up too much of himself to get up a ladder he doesn’t even remember why he climbed in the first place. He is not keen on keeping that status, I am a contrarian in thinking he honestly didn’t care if the report when on his record, more so he was in shock it happened at all. Didn’t want to believe his friend actually did it and he of all people would have to be the one to turn him in for it. It’s selfish and it’s a personal thought but it’s real. It’s denial because even if you know it’s for justices sake, you grieve the friendship you had and the perceptions that were shattered. It’s not supposed to sound good or noble or kind because it isn’t, it’s human.

All together I think Curly represents a big way these systems negatively affect the men that everyone assume benefits. He’s unhappy with the power he has because it ties him to responsibilities that bring him no fulfillment, he also gets retaliated against by Jimmy because he was never immune and in a way was aware of it. He’s unequipped and nervous to handle such a delicate situation because it isn’t protocol, there’s no protocol. He followed the rules of all the concepts mentioned, trying to do the right and normal thing and it either left him with nothing to show for it or damned him and others in the end.

This is a shorter post than I would write but I just feel like I’ve tackled these aspects so much individually or in lumped together posts that unless it’s something specific I will just create run on tangents.

[spark-circuit]

me at my bookstore job to the 27th young adult straight edgy fantasy romance to come in this month

[starrysharks]

every art critic, teacher or tutorial maker who tells you that your character designs must be conventionally attractive or appealing is a big fat liar

[skunkes]

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denying so hard that there's a disconnect between what im learning within art, and other skills needed but it's undeniable that like. ill draw anatomy studies and faces all day but when i try to Make Something Else, Something Real, it's like all the information leaves me....

i always joke that ill be stuck on the foundations and fundamentals of art forever but it seems like its real because mechanical skill and comprehension of Structure is very much a different thing than. being able to connect a head and body in a streamlined way. good stylization. informed stylization. creativity. knowledge of composition, color and what makes a piece work.

i keep trying to make things and realize i still need more time in the fundamentals. more and more and its never enough....and then i forget em constantly !

[the-sage-libriomancer]

okay but like. the fact that Yuki explicitly says that he's envious of Kakeru because Kakeru has all the traits that Yuki desperately wants (charisma, easygoing nature, the ability to make people flock to him)

but also the fact that Kakeru pulled the same scummy "your existence is tangibly related to my problems so i directly blame you for my pain" mental gymnastics that Yuki pulled with Kyo, and he did it twice - first with Machi (abandoned her in basically all areas because of the family drama), and then with Tohru (verbally attacked her at her own mother's funeral bc his girlfriend's dad was killed in the same accident). luckily he learned from those incidents and actively strove to treat them both with compassion and understanding, but it just strikes me how despite being the polar opposite of Yuki, his viewpoint was so similar to Yuki's before he forced himself to grow out of it

do i have a point here. i dunno. something about how Yuki and Kakeru are so different in every conceivable way but they fell into the exact same trappings regardless

[luxrayz64]

does anyone else ever think abt ai no uta. the song released in tandem with pikmin 1, and included as an easter egg in pikmin 2, sung from the pikmins pov about how they are aware of and embrace their own mortality, how disposable each pikmin is, how they'll follow their captain to the death even if the captain doesn't care for them. "today again we'll carry, multiply, fight and be eaten" can anyone hear me. it's so dark in here

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Personally of the belief that live action fans who go onto animanga posts uninvited like 'I DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I THINK THE ART STYLE IS UGLY EVEN THO THIS OPINION IS IRRELEVANT TO THE POST' should be hit with a big rock. We already moved past this ten years ago, get with it or get lost. Swallow the hunger inside of you that demands everything be palatable to you. Maybe you could stand to be a little uncomfortable for a while

[raven]

i love amvs as an art form but i dislike the vast majority of amv makers music tastes unfortunately. and i dont even like obscure music or anything. but for example all of the everybody wants to rule the world amvs are for lorde's cover. which fucking sucks