#does that make sense

[gin-juice-tonic]

A small encouragement this TDOV just for anyone who may be nervous about this

Transitioning to male or towards a more masculine identity doesn't make you a girl who ran away from how hard girlhood is or a gender traitor or forsaking feminism or a woman hater all around bad person or whatever people want to say about us.

Youre you, and during and after social and/or medical transition you're still you. If you end up being someone who does gain new privileges from that, it won't corrupt you into some patriarchy upholding machine who wrongs people with its mere existence. You're probably just going to be some guy named Steve. And Steve will be mindful to do good in the world just like he did before he was Steve. Even if he has new things to be mindful of.

You don't need to be afraid that you taking steps to be more true to yourself will hurt other people. You're not going to transform into some force of evil. You're still just you.

[behindheterochromiaeyes]

introverts be like

[ender-of-the-sender]

I love joey because how the hell does he look like his own younger brother

When I look at Pete, I dont see just see Joey, I see Ted

[thestuffedalligator]

So like. Okay. Imagine one day that you, a human, are in your bedroom, not really paying attention to anything, when a tiny procession of mice marches out of a mouse hole in your wall. They form a tiny rank and file, blast a tiny brass fanfare on their trumpets, and a mouse in royal garb bearing a tiny golden crown on a tiny pillow declares that by the divine decree of Mouse God, you are the rightwise ruler of the mouse kingdom, which exists on the other side of the mouse hole in your wall.

You have been up to this point completely unaware of the mouse kingdom, and you have around a hundred thousand million questions, but before you can do anything you find yourself kneeling to accept the tiny orb and sceptre while the tiny crown is slipped onto your pinky finger like a ring.

And with no real intention to do so, you wind up being a beloved ruler of the mouse kingdom for years. Your mouse vizier presents you with a list of mouse subjects beseeching your divine wisdom, and everything you say is treated like rapier wit. Every session of the D&D game you play with your friends is reported back to the mouse kingdom who listen with rapt attention. Every now and then you hold audience with your mouse subjects, and hundreds of thousands of mice pour out of the mouse hole to be in your eminent presence, and they adore you.

And then — in a way that’s both very sudden and gradual — it stops. The mouse vizier, the thundering audiences, the beseeching prayers of the mouse subjects softly and suddenly disappear.

And you could almost swear it was a dream if it weren’t for the gleaming crown, which is still on your pinky finger.

So. Yeah. That’s what the MBMBAM fandom on tumblr was like back in the day. Being the most popular celebrity on tumblr is like being crowned king of the mouse kingdom.

[tothepointofinsanity]

1. Hell - the tail of envy.

2. Grasping salvation.

[callmeakblr]

I’d just like to point out that most of Jackie’s habits are just Ella being Ella

[just-trying-my-best-everyday]

I need someone to invent flirting but like. It ends in friendship. I still say traditionally flirty stuff and innuendos, but I'm using it to signal friendship. Does that make sense

[lesbianslugreaction]

Javert, seeing Valjean at the barricades: Yeah, okay, I guess our fates can be intrinsically connected within the narrative if they have to be. Fine.

[shhheep]

[dipperscavern]

I’m thinking about which is the stark men are most cocky. None of them are like insufferably so I think (maybe Robb, if he’s in a certain kind of mood), or like, assholes about it, obviously. I feel like first place definitely goes to Robb, but he’s very teasing about it. He knows he looks good, and likes that he can make you flustered with it. And you can tell. He does it on purpose, the idiot. As you said, “is one of those types who only teases because of a certain confidence behind it.” Like, only when you’re comfortable around him does he brag. (And is the type to fuck you so good that you’re laying there afterwards, head still spinning from the amount of times he made you peak, and then ask if it was good only so he can get praise and/or a blush from you)

Cregan I think is second. But I would not necessarily call him “cocky”, more like- almost intimidatingly self assured. He knows he fucks good, he knows that you know he fucks good (he’ll prove it to you often). I feel like he won’t brag, he’ll just quietly look pleased with himself. Whereas Robb will walk around your chambers naked only to catch your eye, and then tease you relentlessly about it, Cregan would do it because he isn’t at all concerned about being naked around you (intimidating self assured) and when he catches you starting, the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips as you flush and look away. He won’t comment on it, just get into bed and give you what you clearly want.

Poor Jon is last. Like definitely. Plenty of reasons to be cocky, but isn’t at all. Needs reassurance more than any of the other two.

I love them

“intimidatingly self assured” THIS IS EXACTLY HOW TO PUT IT. YES. it’s part of that authority-figure-ness that cregan has about him…. ugh i’ve never been able to put it into words very well but u just hit the nail on the head !! “he won’t comment on it, just get into bed and give you what you want” why is that so.

AND ROBB. UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. he’s soooo cocky it’s annoying — like a james potter level of cocky almost. does that make sense? “he knows he fucks good, he knows you know he fucks good” YUPP YUPPP !!!! it’s part of why you let him get away with teasing you so much 🙄🙄

jon…. my sweet gorgeous angel. he needs reassurance, but he doesn’t even know he does until you give it to him. he’s been standing on his own for so long he’s not used to the idea of you being there to catch him if he falls. “plenty reasons to be cocky, but isn’t at all” GODDDD ITS BANGER AFTER BANGER W U. In conclusion: jon = humble king 👑

this order is perfect. it’s so perfect. are you inside my brain rn???? if you aren’t then GET IN HERE. i love YOU.

[nowherelaney]

the bridge/ending of ‘I never told you what I do for a living’ Is one of my favourite things

[cowboygideon]

I've been watching community (and mythic quest) and danny pudi is so beautiful it actually hurts ?? somehow ?? I'm rewinding scenes just to watch him talk !! what is happening i feel like im losing my mind. but it's just that his big brown baby cow eyes and fantastic bone structure have captivated me

[alienmiilk]

hero n villain

[fllagellant]

Im gonna be honest I thought the big reveal for the awaken Ansur quest would be that the Ravengards are descendants of Balduran and that the ‘ Ansur ‘ that they were seeking were themselves ( get it bc it sounds like answer ) and you get cool amour for Wyll based on a grand Wyrm ( maybe even made with Wyrm scales ? Bone ? Teeth , even ? ) like i remember going into this mission I was so convinced that would be the answer . So imagine my horror when the Emperor started up some nonsense again

[o4i0n]

(taps mic) hi gojo nation ... how r u guys doing

pop sensation! gojo satoru who always has some kind of gimmick each time he performs. on his latest tour, he calls for a few lucky fans to come up on stage and dance their hearts out as he sings the bridge of one of his most popular songs.

unfortunately for his security team and management, majority of his fans are grade-a freaks (respectfully, of course), so the people he chooses just end up dancing on him instead—full on grinding, hands tracing over the defined slope of his shoulders that are further highlighted by the skintight shirts he insists on wearing, the works. like a good sport, he basks in the attention, laughing off the incredibly raunchy displays that his fans are eager to show the rest of the arena.

each performance of his isn’t complete without him going viral on every social media platform imaginable; fancams, edits, the barrage of thirsty comments accompanied with a blurry photo of gojo himself as he does own his thing, carrying on as the people’s well-loved prince.

pop sensation! gojo satoru who carries on with that routine for the remainder of his tour. when he comes to your city, you’re pleasantly surprised when you’re being ushered to the aisle so you could come up on stage with two other lucky fans.

pop sensation! gojo satoru who finds you to be one of his cutest fans, and that’s saying something, considering that he has quite literally circled the globe.

“hey, hey, c’mere,” he singsongs with a practiced ease, beckoning you with a curled finger. you’re there for a good time, so you follow the rhythm and take a few steps towards him, body swaying along to the familiar beat.

when you’re close enough, he reaches out a hand—ever the gentleman—and you take it. he takes the lead and turns you around like you’re his partner for a ballroom dance, as if you won’t be all over him in a few seconds.

the littlest touch from him is positively electric; you can’t believe you got so lucky out of the thousands of people in the area right now.

gojo snaps you out of your momentary star-struck daze. “guess you’re ready, huh? what’s your name, love?”

he holds out the microphone in your direction, the crystallized blues of his eyes shining behind his signature round sunglasses. you return his question with the same singsong tone that he used earlier, which is promptly followed by cheering from the crowd.

gojo hollers out a ‘here we go!’ before counting down, and when he reaches one, you make sure you show him what you’ve got if it’s the last thing you’ll do.

maybe he shouldn’t be too judgmental, because he doesn’t expect a pretty face like yours to whip out the most sinful moves he’s ever witnessed. correction, the most sinful moves he’s ever had the privilege of being the recipient of.

gojo’s seen more brazen acts from previous shows, but the way you move with a flow so delicate and purposeful makes him freeze up for a bit, as embarrassing as it is to admit—which he would never. you’ve made him feel too many things at once with so little touches to his body, like you’re treading carefully because you might make him uncomfortable. he’s grateful that he has little words to sing in the bridge, otherwise he’d go trending for stammering his lyrics while a pretty fan dances on him.

a few more painful seconds of him trying to reciprocate your energy by letting his hand skate along your side as you bring your hands all over your body, he sighs into the mic, and it’s not long after when one of the members of his security team bring him a bottle of water and throw a towel over his shoulder.

(he hasn’t done this with the others, mind you. you don’t notice this at the heat of the moment and the whoops from the audience, but the dedicated gojo satoru stan twitter accounts are quick to notice this.)

when the duration of the music ends, he takes a swig of water then brings a hand up to signal applause. satoru’s arm makes its way to your shoulder, and if you weren’t riding on that adrenaline-induced high, you might have felt him pressing into you. just a little, though. he’s sure that no cameras could have possibly caught it.

thought of this prompt with this in mind! it felt very fitting to me >.< if there are any grammatical errors, they do not exist anymore ok