#but i still hope you like it

[fobnsfwdoodles]

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Dearest and fairest of potions making Patchy♡ I would like to have a Bottle of Diegesis of you will. Could the bottle be split into two vials? I like to give it to my two beloveds Shinsou and Shoto♡

If they could be made in Gold vials and the potion in the color of Lavender ♡

(A dream date is going to a botanical garden, I really love to spend most of the day just looking and learning about so many plants and the chance to see the cute little bug friends or walk around a museum and after get ice cream♡)

Love you and thank you so much beautiful ♡♡♡

Dearest Mar, thank you so very much for wanting to join me at this celebration, and for being such a sweet and good friend to me. Your presence is always a joy and I appreciate all that you do and give. If I could, I would give you the world and all the sweet things within it. But hopefully, for now, this is good enough 💛

Now please, sit and get comfortable. I have a potion to brew for you.🔮

“Butterfly exhibit is this way.”

You felt Shouto’s cold hand begin to tug you gently in the direction where the special, limited-access, exhibit was being hosted within the Nature Museum you were currently strolling in; a gentle smile formed as he looked down at your sweet face. You couldn’t even make it a full step before your hand was grabbed again, tugging you back as you stumbled ungraciously into a sturdy chest 

“Yeah, but the night-blooming flowers are being shown this way” Shinsou’s calm voice immediately calmed you down as your tense shoulder’s relaxed as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe so, but she wanted to see the butterflies. Didn’t you, my love?” Shouto countered, gently tugging you once more back onto your feet and towards him; hand brushing your cheek as he cooed down at you.

“Yes, she did.” Shinsou agreed, though his grip was still tight enough to stop Shouto from running away with you “But she also said she wanted to see the Moonflowers.” 

“We can see both” You interrupted, voice soft as to try and stop any scene that may unfold “We can see the moonflowers first, then the butterflies because they’ll lead to the rest of the museum, okay?”

You beamed happily at the nods of approval, feeling their grips on your hands slacken as they allowed you to take the lead and drag them off to where you wanted to go. 

After all, it was your day of spoiling; an idea proposed by both of them a week ago after they noticed your excitement when you read a news article about the special ‘spring-themed’ exhibits that were coming to the city - and how could they even think of not going when they say your eyes sparkle as you read to them what was going to be there?

Though, they seemed to have a problem with sharing when it came to you on a date. Not that they hated the idea, not at all, they wouldn’t be in the arrangement if they hadn’t. It was just…. you were too precious and they couldn’t help but want to be the reason you smile - this was, after all, the third little spat you had to break up since arriving. But, you couldn’t help but feel special over the attention, you always did.

“And after, we can go for ice cream!” You exclaimed, tugging them along even faster as you saw the “Night-Flower’ exhibit sign.

“Sounds like a good idea to me” and “A perfect way to end the day” they both mumbled out with adoration in their eyes as they watched you being authentically you.

A potion for a potion, I hope this pleases you 🔮

[manuinout]

Okay, so...

I finished my fic about my Inside Out OC (Empathy) a few days ago, and I've been showing it to my Brazilian folks from Tik Tok

But yet, I really want to show it to you guys too, soooo...

Who wants it?

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[gotchibam]

Chandelure ko-fi doodle for solar!

[sergle]

the threshold has been crossed, it is now springtime!!

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[hinamie]

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[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[amamamumumumu]

This has been a most worthwhile evening 🍽

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[waywardstation]

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[heavyheavycream]

PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!

[technically-human]

Payneland² 

[gotchibam]

Shiny Togepi ko-fi doodle for Dylan!

[journey-to-the-attic]

"karasu search how 2 cheer human up"

"karasu search difference between sad human and zoning out human"

"karasu search how long is it safe for humans to zone out for?"

(+ a longer look at each scene:)