#but i always criticize myself for everything

[radfemsiren]

genuinely liked your content, and really got me into rad feminism.. but degrading religious people, especially Christians, honestly was such a turn off. Some of the most feminist women I know are Christian women, including myself 🙃

You can not be a radical feminist while subscribing to patriarchal religion. You cannot be for the liberation of women while worshipping a man-made god in a religion that is merely a tool to control and punish women.

My blog got big because of my criticisms of Islam. If you can understand what’s wrong with Islam and not see the same problems with Christianity, turning a blind eye to ugly parts of the faith like God commanding Lot to sleep with his daughters, explicit verses allowing the beating of slaves, the punishment of homosexuals… historical movements like the witch burnings, abortion clinics being bombed, the Catholic Church covering up sex abuse… current movements like trad conservatives stripping away abortion rights from women… then you are not ready to be a radical feminist yet.

Everything good and feminist you’ve ever done came from yourself and your own humanity, not Jesus.

It’s insulting yourself to think this way. “Well I’m a good person because I’m a Christian.” If you are a good person, it’s despite Christianity. You can choose to stick around if you like, or not, my views are unchanging. I’ll never coddle or lie to you, and it’s my belief that organized religion quells individual thought and empathy, and encourages obedience and mob mentality.

Sorry if I don’t have a such a rosy, biased view of the faith. Any sparkle was lost to me when gun wielding protesters would surround my mosque as a child and chant “go back to your country!” at us. You only see the good parts because that’s what you choose to see. The ugly side is always in plain sight, but you’ve been intentionally programmed to ignore it.

[sorensolsikke]

i hate how people don't recognize me as a dragon.

like, they do see me as the dog i am!! at some point, every friend of mine tells me that i am the golden retriever friend!! everyone says my hair looks like cute ears!! they tell me "aww big puppy eyes" and "oooh biig stretch" without a second thought, without knowing my identity, and that's so validating, i love my friends and siblings!!! i am indeed a puppy for them!!

BUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY DON'T I LOOK LIKE A DRAGON TOO?

i constantly question my self-knowledge by this; i think i know myself well enough, but nobody – except my girlfriend – seems to notice certain traits of mine that are the core of my identity. like i am sure i am unpredictable and unrestrianed when i am full of rage, or especially when i am protective of someone. i remember scaring the crap out of people who tried to hurt me or my loved ones when i seemed vulnerable at first glance, but oh i know my voice and claws and i don't fear pain. how can people still only see that i am patient and hard to make angry. they never believe me when i say i am scary and unstoppable when i get mad. and then they shit themselves when i finally do.

i demand being respected like a wild animal.

people also laugh at me when i say i am a good leader when i have to take that role. they know me to startle easily, being rather laid-back and quietly understanding than determined and in control of the situation. they don't even notice that these traits are compatible. they don't even seem to understand that i have been the oldest sibling at the hardest times, when our bare survival was at risk. i've always been, and always gonna be, the pack leader in every given critical situation, and will stand back after the problems are solved. (and i am also a verse/switch. if you know what i mean.)

i want to be recognized as strong and forceful, because i am.

people don't even understand that i am vain and full of pride. they genuienly think i am humble, even tho that's very, very far from me. i did learn how to say a genuine sorry and how to lose a competition. but i am almost pityfully proud, will collect compliments, will make sure to look perfect, always. let's just say, i don't despise flattery. and others still seem like they REFUSE to believe i have bad traits?!? other than, you know, autistically clumsy and sensitive??

i am a DRAGON for fucks SAKE, not a cutesy fucking RABBIT.

i am vain, i'm a horder, i am strong, determined, forceful, calculating, cagey, protective, and feral.

and i don't even get started on how i see myself dragon-like in the mirror, not just where my phantom limbs would be, but also. my canine teeth stand out a lot more than others, because they grew incorretly. my tongue is long (humanwise i mean), and i step on the first half of my feet. there is nothing humble in my posture. how can't they see how can't they how

...in fact there is someone who notices. my girlfriend has seen me as i am, from the very first minute. they didn't create an unrealistic idea of my delicacy. i adore them so much, they are the most insightful person i've ever known, and they still chose me. they are somehow the only one who understands my ferality, and somehow they are also the one who would do everything to stay with me. their existence does ease my rage of being misunderstood... but i can't escape the idea that i learnt masking so well that any controversial trait of mine became invisible. i am afraid that i became something like an animal in a zoo; acting domesticated, but in fact a ticking bomb.

i am a dragon. and i WANT people to notice finally.

[scoobydoodean]

I think the primary reason why so many spn fans fundamentally don't get the show or characters is because they don't get the concept of show not tell. S1 especially has a lot of moments where they say one thing but they show you that no actually that's not true and there's a reason why that was said. One example of this is how dean is initially portrayed as this obedient soldier who never thinks critically about his father but no! Untrue!! sams shown as this guy who wanted to break this cycle of hunting but he likes hunting!! He did want a normal life but he chooses time and time again to be with dean. in fact dean is the one who's trying to break the cycle of revenge and urges him not to act like their FATHER and to choose the family over revenge once again thinking critically about their family....some people(s*mgirls) will never get this. Sorry if this is too long

Dean: I hate myself. Everything is my fault.

Some people: Wow I guess Dean really is the worst person on earth and ruins everything and everything is his fault.

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Death/Reapers: Wow Sam and Dean are so annoying they've destroyed the order of the world by repeatedly coming back to life.

Omitted important details: It was the angels and demons who brought them back repeatedly for their own purposes. (x)

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Sam: Well actually everything I did that was bad was at least 50% Dean's fault for not supporting me enough but also somehow simultaneously it was because he was smothering.

Some people: Wow yeah Sam's never done anything wrong and everything is Dean's fault.

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Rachel: Sam and Dean expect Cas to wait on them hand and foot all of season 6, demanding he come help them with tiny, unimportant issues.

Some people: Wow must be true Sam and Dean are so mean and inconsiderate. (x)

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Dean one time in season 1: I have trouble standing up to our father.

Sam in season 1: I want to go to school. I do not like hunting. Dean does though. Also I hate dad.

Some people: Wow I guess this is true and nothing ever happened after this either. It was always like this forever and ever and ever universally true. (x, x, x, x)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Tension

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, heavyyyyy angst, arguring, happy ending

Category:F/M

Fandom:Seventeen (SVT)  (boyband)

Relationships: !idol Dino x !idol f reader

Summary: What happens when you are the only girl member of svt, but you only but heads with Dino....

(I wanna establish that y/n has been a member since the beginning as a pr stunt, but the fans liked have a girl member in the group)

Trope : work frenemies

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the thirteenth installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

It started like any other day—a regular Tuesday morning with Seventeen rehearsing, voices overlapping, the faint smell of sweat and cologne filling the room. Everything was in motion, and yet I found myself anchored to the spot, glaring at Dino. Our usual standoff, fueled by some unspoken rivalry, like clockwork.

Ever since I joined the team, there was this weird tension between us. It wasn’t that we hated each other. No, hate is clear-cut, direct. This was… messier. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to punch him or kiss him, and that uncertainty scared me.

“You’re not in sync,” Dino snapped, cutting through my haze, as if sensing my thoughts. He turned to me, his eyes sharp and critical. “Again.”

I rolled my eyes. He was always so damn nitpicky about the choreography, like he had something to prove. To me. To himself. To the group. I wasn’t sure which.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” I shot back, my voice harsher than intended. “I’m doing fine.”

“You’re dragging the rest of us down,” he spat, not even trying to hide his frustration. His jaw clenched in that way that made my stomach twist. Why did he have to look so good when he was angry?

“I’m not dragging anyone down,” I retorted, stepping forward, close enough to see the slight sheen of sweat on his brow, the rise and fall of his chest. “Maybe if you stopped micromanaging everyone, we’d get through this faster.”

His lips twitched into something like a sneer, and for a second, I thought he was going to say something cruel, something that would sting. But instead, he just scoffed and turned away, muttering under his breath, “Whatever.”

I hated this. The constant back-and-forth, the biting comments, the way he got under my skin. It was exhausting, and yet, I couldn’t stop. There was something about Dino—something infuriating and magnetic, like we were stuck in this endless dance of tension, neither of us willing to give in.

The rest of practice passed in a blur, with Dino’s words ringing in my ears. I was distracted, my focus shattered. It didn’t help that every time I caught a glimpse of him, my heart did this stupid flip, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to beat faster in anger or something else entirely.

By the time rehearsal ended, I was done. My muscles ached, my head throbbed, and I just wanted to get out of there, away from him, away from this. But of course, fate had other plans.

“Hey.” His voice cut through the silence of the empty studio, and I froze, my hand hovering over the door. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to look at him.

“What do you want, Dino?” I asked, my voice cold. Distant. It was easier that way.

“You’re still mad,” he said, not a question, just a statement, as if he already knew.

“I’m not mad,” I lied, my hand gripping the door handle tighter. “I just don’t want to deal with you right now.”

He laughed, a bitter sound that made something inside me clench. “Right. Because we’ve been getting along so well lately.”

I couldn’t help it. I turned then, my eyes narrowing as I faced him. “Maybe we wouldn’t be at each other’s throats all the time if you weren’t such an arrogant ass.”

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I thought I’d crossed a line. But then he stepped forward, his gaze locked on mine, and the air between us felt charged, electric.

“Arrogant?” he repeated, his voice low, dangerous. “You think I’m the problem here?”

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest. “You act like you know everything, like you’re always right, and it drives me insane.”

He was closer now, too close, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of his cologne. My breath hitched, and I hated myself for it. Hated that he had this effect on me.

“Maybe I wouldn’t act like I know everything if you weren’t so stubborn,” he shot back, his voice tight. “You never listen. You never let anyone help you.”

“I don’t need your help,” I said through gritted teeth. “I can handle myself.”

“Right,” he muttered, his eyes flicking down to my lips for a split second before returning to mine. “Because you’ve been handling it so well.”

I opened my mouth to argue, to tell him to screw off, but the words caught in my throat. Because suddenly, everything—the anger, the frustration, the months of tension—it all came crashing down on me. And before I could stop myself, I reached up, grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him down into a kiss.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, desperate, filled with all the things we’d been too afraid to say. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was no rivalry, no frustration, just the feel of him against me, his lips on mine, and the overwhelming sense of relief that came with it.

But then reality came crashing back, and I shoved him away, my chest heaving. “This doesn’t change anything,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

Dino stared at me, his eyes wide, like he was just as shocked as I was. “You’re right,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.

Over the next few weeks, things between us shifted. The arguing didn’t stop—if anything, it got worse. Every conversation felt like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. But beneath all that anger, there was something else now. A heat, a pull that neither of us could ignore.

One night, after another particularly brutal rehearsal, I found him sitting alone in the studio, his head in his hands. Without thinking, I sat down next to him, the silence between us heavy.

“I’m tired,” I admitted quietly, breaking the tension. “Of fighting with you. Of pretending like I don’t—”

“Like you don’t care?” he finished, lifting his head to look at me, his expression softer than I’d ever seen it.

I nodded, my throat tight. “Yeah. Like that.”

He sighed, leaning back against the wall, his eyes drifting to the ceiling. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I just… I don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

He glanced at me, a small, bitter smile on his lips. “You drive me crazy,” he admitted. “In the worst way. And the best way.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Dino…”

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” he said quietly, his voice raw. “I don’t want to keep pretending like this is just… nothing.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. For the first time in months, there was no anger, no frustration, just the two of us, sitting in the aftermath of all the chaos we’d created.

“I don’t want to pretend either,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.

He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine, and in that moment, everything clicked into place. All the fighting, all the tension—it was because we’d been running from this. From whatever this was between us.

Slowly, tentatively, he reached out, his hand brushing against mine. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself fall.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But for the first time, it felt real. And that was enough.

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            ‐Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-Gabi✨️🎀

[llittletingoddess]

New James edit today or no James at all for a week.

Told ya I hate being Virgo...

[seiwas]

shouto dresses like this in the assistant!reader au because he is a man dressed BY women FOR women (aka you’ve helped curate his style over the years 🥺)

[verocitea]

Gonna try to make “if you can’t draw it good, just draw it bad then” my motto for the rest of this year, because my perfectionism is kind of being my biggest hater creatively right now.

[northern-passage]

one thing i find really difficult about navigating the IF space is the direct line of contact between readers and authors. we share the same space, and i think that plays a big part in this weird blurred line we have in this community and overall lack of boundaries.

for a lot of people this is a fun hobby and while i personally try to keep it... semi-professional most of the time, it's easy to get wrapped up in having fun on tumblr (or the forums, or reddit, wherever it is that you mainly post/interact) and have a lot of personal interactions with both readers and authors alike - which is fun! i like it more often than not, but i also think that's why a lot of comments in this space can end up being really entitled, over-familiar, and inappropriate.

it's no secret that most authors get really weird messages on here, and while this is also a problem on social media at large and not just specific to IF tumblr, it is still definitely a big problem in this community.

and to be clear i'm not saying that you can't be friendly with authors or readers (i've become friends with a handful of readers myself) and i definitely don't mean to imply that there needs to be a huge divide between us; that's silly - again, most authors are readers, most readers are authors, we’re just people on the internet sharing the same space. but all of us deserve to have our boundaries respected. this is my story, and we are strangers. as a general rule of thumb: if you wouldn't say it out loud to someone you just met, you probably shouldn't be saying it to a stranger online. especially anonymously.

[wereh0gz]

Thinking abt a werewolf sonic and vampire shadow au

Shadow is EXTREMELY dramatic abt being a vampire to the point of even dressing like a stereotypical movie vamp with a cape and everything. And isolating himself bc he can't let others see his "monstrous form" (he just has sharper and longer fangs and looks kind of ill)

Meanwhile sonic is with all his friends letting them give him chin and ear scritches stomping his foot on the ground and wagging his tail like the big ol' doggy he is

Sonic is one of the few ppl who visits shadow during the day when he can't come out and likes to keep him company, much to his dismay. Sonic even lets shadow feed on him occasionally (by biting his arm not his neck. Idk I always found that weird. Also less risk of serious injury) when shadow hasn't been able to get enough to eat

In return shadow watches over him when he goes feral werewolf mode (he isn't like a bloodthirsty monster but he does lose braincells when becoming a funny doggy. Shadow's just making sure he doesn't do anything stupid in his increased impulsivity)

That's all I've got really just wholesome halloween monster schenanigans

[spock-smokes-weed]

four cops were killed in my city and the fucking president of the united states is coming down to visit with the families

and like I'm not one to celebrate the death of someone, death is death and I don't think those cops should have died, but it is infuriating how every piggy who dies is valorized and it's painted as such a horrible tragedy, so much so that the president feels the need to show up for the families.

all of this while the CMPD are currently on college campuses beating the shit out of peaceful protesters. it's so fucking frustrating to see the local media stop and wail over the death of four cops while there is crickets over the police beating on college kids.

it's just so obvious that cops lives matter more that normal citizens and it just makes me so fucking angry. and I don't like being this angry. but seeing Joe FUCKING Biden crawl out of his hole to comfort the family of these cops while he's actively enabling genocide in gaza makes me so angry I want to vomit blood

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

stumbled across a ballad of songbirds and snakes critique video and I couldn't even watch it because the person so did not get what the book was doing and saying and the comments were complaining about the unnecessary romance when it's super obvious it's not intended to be a romance. suzanne collins is, yet again, ahead of her time because I remember the hate mockingjay got when it came out for killing prim and having katniss vote for new hunger games when those plot points are crucial and are meant to act as a commentary

[sc3n3kitt3h]

doodles !!!!

[phantomsaboteur]

staring so intensely at diasomnia tonight. trying to figure out how to write them when we're following rollo's perspective and not my own. fuck

[badcountryofficial]

goodnight world. shoutout to the people who complimented me today and helped me on my journey. shoutout to myself for all i do. i'm following the pink pony i'm following her WISDOM. I WILL FIND HER WHEREVER I GO. THANK YOU PINK PONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[complicit-rot]

i haven't been this social & talkative in Years someone drag me out back

[soggypotatoes]

I see so many posts abt loving to be a hater but honestly!! I love to be a lover!! it's so fun!! I love loving songs that I don't think are particularly "good", songs that are unpopular in my circles that my friends make fun of me for liking.. I love enjoying the company of people others don't like, even if I know I wouldn't like them if I were rationally making a decision about it.. I think all people are interesting to talk to, and I love that! I love finding things to like in everything. idk man. people see this attitude as dumb or naive, but I'm fully aware of everything bad in the world. I just find life a lot easier to live if I love everything I can