#embracing oneself unapologetically

[shisasan]

A romantic, tender soul intoxicatingly drawn to the depth of shadows with a hidden taste for wicked and perversion. Who else feels this to their bones?

[glasshcvse]

ficswap for @pickmedolls !

(D)OLLIES  is  the  first  mini-album  by  a  fictional  girl  group,  PICK  ME!,  known  for  blending  bold  rebellion  with  a  playful  charm.  the  album  was  considered  a  collaboration  with  GLASSHOUSE  INC.,  home  of  the  renowned  producer  GLOOMY,  who  took  the  lead  in  producing  it.  

the  album  reflects  its  core  themes  of  individuality  and  breaking  free  from  societal  expectations.  the  six  songs  feature  a  dynamic  mix  of  pop,  hip-hop,  and  dance,  capturing  a  spirit  of  confidence  and  empowerment.  the  group  released  their  debut  single,  ANGEL  OF  MY  DREAMS,  on  april  20th,  2022,  which  was  also  included  in  the  mini.  key  tracks  include  BADITTUDE,  a  powerful  pre-released  anthem  celebrating  self-assurance  and  defiance,  and  TALK  THAT  SHHH,  which  highlights  staying  true  to  oneself  and  embracing  authenticity.  

(D)OLLIES  received  mixed  reactions.  knetizens  thought  this  album  was  a  dig  at  them  for  judging  the  members  for  the  previous  rumours  and  callouts  they  made  about  the  girls.  at  the  same  time,  international  fans  praised  the  group  for  their  fresh  sound  and  empowering  message,  establishing  PICK  ME!  as  a  standout  figure  in  the  music  scene.

album inclusions. ( they might have )

photo booklet + folded poster ( 1ea ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + lyric booklet with illustrations + miniature dollhouse set + postcard ( random member ver. ) + photocards ( random two out of five ).

track list. ( analysis cr. to /plasticflwrs )

ANGEL OF MY DREAMS ... described  as  a  'shape-shifting  banger',  the  song  explores  the  group's  love/hate  relationship  with  the  pop  industry  they've  been  at  the  heart  of  since  their  survival  show.  *there  has  been  lots  of  speculation  that  this  song  is  about  their  former  companies,  especially  with  the  line  "sold  my  soul  to  a  psycho"  could  be  directly  linked  to  that  rumour.

BADITTUDE ... is  all  about  owning  your  confidence  and  standing  up  for  yourself.  lines  like  "girls  with  that  bad  attitude"  highlight  the  power  of  embracing  your  true  self  and  rejecting  anyone  who  tries  to  bring  you  down.  it's  an  anthem  for  anyone  who's  ever  felt  misunderstood  or  pushed  aside,  encouraging  them  to  embrace  their  unique  edge  with  pride.

TALK THAT SHHH ... is  a  declaration  of  self-confidence  and  authenticity.  the  lyrics  focus  on  staying  true  to  who  you  are  despite  the  noise  and  expectations  from  the  outside  world.  the  chorus  evokes  a  sense  of  intimacy  and  self-assurance.  it’s  about  confidently  owning  your  individuality  and  living  life  on  your  own  terms,  celebrating  the  freedom  to  express  yourself  fully  and  unapologetically.

DIE FOR ME ... portrays  a  bold  and  confident  female  character  who  enjoys  having  control  over  her  partner  and  demands  their  submission  and  admiration.  the  song's  lyrics  suggest  a  sensual  and  intense  dynamic  between  two  individuals  but  with  a  hint  of  danger  and  risk.

SO WHAT ... is  all  about  shaking  off  the  weight  of  overthinking  and  self-criticism.  it’s  a  reminder  to  not  get  stuck  down  by  worries  and  to  take  life  a  little  easier.  the  chorus,  with  its  “so  what?”  attitude,  is  a  push  to  let  go  of  perfectionism  and  just  be  okay  with  things.  it’s  about  allowing  yourself  to  slow  down,  make  mistakes,  and  not  sweat  the  small  stuff.

FINDER ... is  the  desire  to  break  free  from  routine  and  monotony  and  to  explore  new  possibilities.  the  lyrics  reflect  that  despite  the  fear  of  the  unknown  or  the  dangers  of  pursuing  their  dreams,  the  group  strives  to  overcome  their  fears  and  take  action  to  obtain  a  better  life.  they  urge  others  to  take  their  hand  and  join  them  on  this  adventure.

poster.

[buskingalbatross]

what's the one sink you can't ship? (things to do when you have come home for the day, showered, eaten, and fallen into disrepair: analyze danandphilcrafts - slime (2024) and the context of its coming to be)

or, basically, because let's be real: this is where I extol the de facto vintage princes of the internet, who have cultivated and continue to cultivate a form of video-making and community-building that is utterly novel, radiant, and defiant.

*:･ﾟ✧

one of the best things the internet has ever done is given the coolest insanest introverts the chance to be loud and be loved. to have the chance to catalogue their lives in intimate (yet distant) association with other like-minded people, and to express themselves and their perspective on the world. for Dan and Phil, what it's led to, its culmination, has been the creation of an empowered queer subculture that is deeply invested in the concept of queer devotion—the complex forms it can take, its numinous inexpressible sacredness—and that is actively, through knowing and experience of that devotion's existence, in rebellion against the extractive, unkind, unfeeling, oft-oppressive society that reigns as normative.

the experience in the world of Dan and Phil, in contrast to many experiences had in the "real" world, has always been one that's felt intensely emotional, rebellious, existential, free, full of kindness, and full of laughter and love. at the heart of dnp's community, the string tying us together, is the massive mythology and plethora of lore of dan and phil's history beginning at the point where it converged because they met. as well as the idea of two people who are as close as two humans can get to each other. the beauty inherent in that.

the relationship Dan and Phil share has for many years been the axis around which their channels, their tours, and other projects have rotated. their being able to chronicle that relationship through the internet, through youtube, and for that relationship to be, in hindsight, purely, amazingly, and even unapologetically queer from the very start, is something profoundly meaningful and artistic in and of itself.

I find it intensely amusing and, frankly, compelling, that while the phandom has become self-aware of the ridiculousness inherent in yelling about two human beings having even momentary physical contact, we cannot stop ourselves from doing it. because it feels powerful and magical and terribly unshackling. touching has become symbolic. symbolic of an amalgam of the best things about what it means to follow Dan and Phil: to be free and connected and queer, openly, and to trust in each other to be there for one other in a world that is often in opposition to people like us.

Dan and Phil holding hands for their audience to see in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime in front of baphomet has to do with all the things so many wonderful people have said it has to do with: acceptance and actualization of queerness, an image of queer power, allying oneself with the other to showcase alignment against cisheteronormative society, a representation of dysfunctional, obsessive, hedonistic, codependent queer love.

And it also has to do with freedom, defiance, happiness, and confidence. It has to do with making something only legible to a niche audience of people that Dan and Phil care a great deal about, because it is fun and exciting and insanely cool. It is about embracing and celebrating the magic that flows, the creativity that flows, between two incredible queer human beings.

Sometimes I think that at least a small part of the reason We're All Doomed exists is because of the way dark things stand out on a light background. The horrors seem stark, more overwhelmingly apparent, when bumped up against great love. Injustice and catastrophe are sometimes more startling and distressing when you are privileged enough to live outside of those things, when what you return home to at the end of the day is comfort, safety, and love. In a similar way, the themes of devotion and love are often heightened in horror narratives. In this sense, Slime is also one ideal medium for sharing a story that is especially impactful to the phandom, one about Dan and Phil's relationship to each other and their community and the ongoing story of their creative lives on YouTube. The themes of love and trust stand out because of the horror, and are heightened further by the intentionality of the storyline and the control Dan and Phil exert over the plot.

what's the one sink you cannot ship? a line from Phil just after Dan says, during their slime crafting, that creativity is nothing without friendship. An inverted paradox of a line. A mystery to be solved, a thread not to be untethered, a parody of itself, a hint to a history. All belonging to all of us, all part of us.

tldr: no one is doing it like them

[wonnieaura]

Can u make affirmations on Wonyoung ?

Sure thing, here you go and thanks for asking 🩷

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Wonyoung related affirmations

I awaken each day with an unwavering belief in my own unique essence, embracing the title of an "It girl" with a heart full of confidence and a spirit radiating positivity. As I step into the world, I channel the energy of iconic figures who have paved the way, like Wonyoung, recognizing that being an It girl is more than a label—it's a state of mind.

In the realm of style, I weave together trends and individuality, creating a tapestry that mirrors my personality. Just as Wonyoung effortlessly blends fashion with her distinctive spirit, I, too, curate a wardrobe that is a reflection of my authenticity. It's not about adhering to societal expectations but rather about crafting a style that speaks to my true self, inspiring others to do the same.

Authenticity becomes my mantra, echoing Wonyoung's unapologetic embrace of self. I stand tall in my uniqueness, knowing that each facet of my being is a source of strength. In a world that sometimes seeks conformity, I am a testament to the power of staying true to oneself, drawing inspiration from Wonyoung's grace in navigating the complexities of life.

As I navigate through opportunities and challenges, I carry the knowledge of my inherent worth, a lesson learned from witnessing Wonyoung's journey. I understand that true beauty is multifaceted, encompassing not only external features but also the resilience, kindness, and authenticity that I bring to every interaction. Wonyoung's journey becomes a beacon, reminding me that setbacks are not defeats but rather opportunities for growth and refinement.

Being an It girl, I realize, extends beyond the surface; it's about becoming a trailblazer in my own narrative. Wonyoung's story inspires me to break barriers, challenge norms, and forge a path that is uniquely mine. With every step, I embrace the responsibility of embodying strength, beauty, and authenticity, echoing the essence of the It girl. In this journey, I am not just a follower of trends; I am a creator of my destiny, a living affirmation that being an It girl is a celebration of individuality, resilience, and the limitless potential within.

[wintersmp]

Unwelcome and Unapologetic

Welcome to an AU (Spoiled and Rich) where the Louise family has too much power and money! This is a oneshot/possible chapter one of a story I created to go along with this AU.

Warnings for descriptions of violence, murder, and emotional incest.

Here is the link to the ao3 story!

Reblogs/comments/likes are very much appreciated, and I'd love to hear what people think!

“Tch,” the man, studious and standing proudly, was draped in the finest most luxurious threads, cashmere scarf adorning the navy blue jacket, “Agora, dear, what do you see in this?”

The servant peaked his head into the room, carefully extending a hand out, “Sir, I see a bold, handsome man admiring oneself in the mirror.”

“Ahh,” Liam Louise, president of Chez-leur, nodded in approval, “Very good, butler. Now, please see that my daughter is ready for tonight. If she’s late again…” He trailed off, anger raising a single eyebrow on his expression.

“Yes, sir,” Agora nodded solemnly, waiting a moment more in case another request was made. When nothing else was asked of him, he turned quickly, and exited the room. Making his way across the hallway, he knocked rhythmically on the tall door frame.

“Come in, Agora,” Came the heavenly feminine voice inside.

Peering through the doorway, quiet creaking alerted Lynx to the servant coming in.

Agora gave a pleasant and genuine smile upon facing the exquisite beauty that was the president’s only child. The firstborn laid her shoulders flat, untensing her body parts as she settled into a gentle and welcoming embrace with her secret lover. A careful bundle of fingers traced along the back of the servant’s suit. 

“I should be going, shouldn’t I? Was my father upset?” She spoke hushed and low.

She sighed, heavy French accent filling her perfect words, “You look amazing, mon amour.”

“I could say the same about you, darling beloved,” Agora whispered, anxious and fearful at the idea of being caught embracing the president’s daughter. His head would be served on a silver platter if Liam Louise was aware of this disgusting mix of class. 

Agora shook his head, “About to be, he started to raise his voice; though, you’d still have a little time if you wanted to…”

“I’d adore nothing more than to kiss you now, Agora, but I really should get along. I cannot afford another lashing,” She shuttered in memory.

He was understanding, albeit, a little heartbroken. This gorgeous specimen didn’t deserve the beatings she was given at the mere habit of lateness. That wasn’t a place for Agora to have an opinion, though, so he remained deafeningly silent each occasion he was to bring the specified belt to the president. It broke him bit by bit. And yet, silence was what continued each beating.

“I will see you again later tonight, meet me in the courtyard once again, won’t you?” She held Agora’s hands lovingly in her own fine pale palms.

“Of course, my dear,” Agora smiled politely, “I’ll see you then. Run along, kitten, don’t anger your father.”

Already heading out the door, she waved a final caring goodbye, “I will see you, servant!”

Straightening out her vest and adjusting her blue matching tie, Lynx deemed herself ready to meet her father in the grand hall. Walking formally down the extravagant staircase, she spotted the powerful man waiting impatiently at the grand entrance.

“Apologies, father,” Lynx dipped her head in a sorry motion, “I did not mean to keep you waiting.”

“You’re lucky we’re busy tonight,” Liam scoffed, taking the girl by her dainty hand, “Come along, child, we have appearances to make.”

Arm in arm, Liam Louise and Lynx Louise casually stepped outside, ducking into the back of the long gray limousine. The driver started up the vehicle, and they were off within moments. 

Stating simply, she referred to her happenings earlier in the day, “I enjoyed a peaceful evening in the conservatory, father. It was pleasant to watch the nature around me as I had tea.”

Liam turned to meet his daughter’s eyes, “What have you been up to, child?”

The question was out of mock politeness, and was completely ingenuine. The man wanted nothing less than to hear about the simplicities of the girl’s daily operations. He was asking out of the idea that they must make conversation on the ride. She did not mind, finding it nice, although fake, to talk about whatever she had gotten up to while left alone. Her father was often busy, buried deep in paperwork or caught up in meetings, so Lynx had countless experiences alone she could share.

“Ah, I would suppose so,” Liam glanced out the window. His glasses tinted in something dark, something unreadable and all the same mysterious. He was a stoic picture of uncertainty to the child in the other seat. She shifted her weight from one crossed leg to the other. 

Faux politeness passed the time, and soon enough they had arrived at their destination. It would be a night of some walking, as they were to explore the richer part of their capital. Sliding out of the car, Lynx and Liam were met with their bodyguards' neutral expressions. 

Constance and Javier, two roses. One, Javier, was all thorns, while Constance was nothing but petals. They complimented one another, as they had to, being siblings in the same line of work. Lynx had yet to truly get to know one or the other, and merely wrote them off at this point in time. She dipped her head in respect to those who would watch their backs.

Liam scoffed at Lynx’s display of kindness, and he snapped his fingers hastily, forcing her to upright her back in shame. Lynx whispered a ‘sorry’, and the bodyguards led them through the bright buildings of neon and money.

Shops and vendors from all around town caught the attention of the girl, and her eyes traced each line and curve she found herself attracted to. The stores were beckoning, welcoming, and greedily trying to draw her in. She had been raised well enough to know the scam that was capitalism, despite how well her family functioned through it. Lynx knew her money was precious to keep, and a hand fell to her purse. She had nothing with her tonight, and the bag was only for show and fine presentation. Her eyes fell upon her father, who’s fogged glasses made it impossible to tell where he was looking. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the mystique man.

“Keep your eyes straight ahead, ma fleur,” He scolded her.

“Yes, father,” Her eyes were taken to the sights directly before her.

The people around them bustled and crowded, however, not a single hand was caught anywhere near the highly important figures gracing their presence to the lowly passerbys. They were all loud and roaring with communication, and Lynx felt herself shrinking under the intense volume. She was mildly annoyed with how nobody seemed to shut up in the city.

Liam scoffed, reading the girl’s mind, “These lowly street peoples… Mon dieu.”

The beautiful daughter dipped her head in agreement, “Pitiful creatures.”

She caught a gentle smirk in her father’s face, and joy rushed through her chest. 

As they neared the great building ahead, the bodyguards parted ways, letting the highly regarded figures through into the entrance. Javier held the door open, and Constance respectfully nodded to the two.

Stepping inside, a sudden new environment was to behold. The atmosphere was shrouded in a warm lighting, fancy perfumes, and respectable members of society. Lynx tried to name those she recognized.

Nerve. Leader of Winterland.

The two-faced, manipulative woman gave a little wave to the child, “Hello, dears.”

“It is nice to see you again, young one, how old are you now?”

Liam Louise held back his distaste for her, showing the woman the lowest form of respect he knew how to show. He lifted her hand to his chin and gently laid an air kiss to her knuckles. She relished in the attention, turning to Lynx.

The aforementioned little girl combed a hand through her well-kept ebony hair, “Twelve, now, ma’am.” 

She shuffled her shoulders, ���Of course, have a good night, the both of you.”

“Already?” Nerve was astonished, “It seems just days ago where I was there by your side as a newborn…”

“Yes,” Liam brought attention back to himself, his stature tall, “And she will be thirteen come this August. Now, thank you, but we have business.”

Lynx smiled, and then moved on.

The next face she caught in the audience was that of her father’s rival, Nickel. His speech was slurring, and a disgusted contorted face was etched into his lips, his eyelids narrow and hasty. 

“Well, if it isn’t the president…” He sneered, “I heard you were coming…” 

“And I come to every event,” Liam scoffed, “What do you want?”

His words blended together as he took a swig of his drink, “You took everything from me, bastard.”

“You’ve had far too much tonight, take a break from the alcohol,” the president groaned in annoyance.

Liam raised an eyebrow.

“You stole my life,” There was rage and fury in balled up fists, “Don’t look at me like that, Louise!”

Lynx stared in fear, eyes darting from one figure to the other. She was terrified which direction this conversation was heading. She knew her father would never be physical in public, but the way he got so close to Nickel’s face and grinned, it looked like punches could be thrown.

“Don’t talk to me about my alcohol intake!” Nickel growled, “You’re a drunk like me… Miserable. Worthless. Drunk.”

“And you’re barking once more, pet!” Liam taunted, watching the way the previous leader of Chez-leur became enraged and flushed.

Winding back, Nickel stumbled over his own feet, unbuttoned jacket dripping lazily over his form, “Fuck you, Louise.”

“Have a wonderful night, Nickel,” Liam Louise gave a knowing toothy smile, exposing his top gums in the expression. 

Lynx cowered beside her father.

“Mon dieu, I apologize for my behavior, ma petite biche, I should not have let myself get so carried away,” He sighed, “You know how I feel seeing that man.”

“Yes, father,” She whimpered under her breath, “I understand. He is a cruel and nasty man. I am simply sorry we had to see him tonight.”

The man glanced her way and put a hand on Lynx’s shoulder, “You’re a darling, child. Now, let’s move on, shall we?”

As they greeted more faces, Lynx noticed Atlanta, leader of Terraheje; a kind and warm person whom truly knew how to keep her citizens pleased with her. Another few chats and Roman and Feesh were introduced. They were royalty from the next country over. Again, a relatively neutral conversation was shared with the snobby queen and king, and then Liam and Lynx swiftly moved on to themselves once more. Finally, they had managed to run into another pair of royals, Leoch and Loreshi. The pregnant and motherly queen hooked her arm around that of her husband, and they chatted with Louise about pleasantries and congratulations for the upcoming heir. 

Lynx quickly became bored with the routine of conversing politely with those around her, and she excused herself away.

Traveling over to the clothed table, a banquet of appetizers was found before her, and she helped herself to some shrimp. Chewing with a closed mouth, she found herself drifting away in thought. Lynx’s eyes closed as she bit down into the meat, and she considered all she had done that night. Finally being away from her father, Lynx was granted freedom to roam the ballroom to her own heart’s content. She decided to get away from the classical music and bustling of respectful members, and slipped away into the courtyard. Lynx sat on the bench, letting a deep sigh out of her lips as she brought her knees to her chest. She wished nothing more than to be around her lover now, to hold his hand in hers and to whisper kindness to him; to give Agora the well-deserved softness he needed. 

Caught in Lynx’s imagination, a figure entered the outside without her immediate knowledge.

It was the slobbering drunk from before.

“Hey, kiddo,” He blurted out, catching the young girl’s eye, “You seem distracted..”

“Apologies, sir, I was in my own mind,” She shifted uncomfortably under a predatory gaze.

“Don’t apologize,” He sat beside her, scooting far too close than what was appropriate for them, “I understand. Hey- tell me about your dad..”

“What about my father, sir?” Lynx felt every hair stand on end as an arm met her shoulder, bringing her into an unwelcome hug.

“What’s that man planning?” His eyes turned dark and foreboding, “What is he doing?” 

Lynx’s anxiety raced, “I- I’m not sure I understand…”

The glass in the older man’s hand was thrown, shattering across the concrete.

“DAMN IT! You know what I mean, little girl! What is that man going to do?” He screeched at the top of his lungs, grip tightening on the young one’s neck. 

“Please- sir-” Her pitiful life flashed all at once, and it was painfully unlike anything she would’ve ever wished for herself. Suddenly, all her trapped feelings came roaring out of her body in the form of hot tears. She sobbed intensely, thrashing and flailing to get the man’s hard grasp off.

Nickel stumbled to his feet, letting the girl drop limp to the glass-covered ground. Horror flashed wildly in his eyes, realizing what he had just done. He turned tail and ran.

As shards caught her cheek and arms, Lynx was a bloody mess on the concrete, petrified and dazed. She couldn’t grasp what she had just been a victim to, and her mind started to numb over her. A wave of distress and dissociation cocktail flooded her veins, and Lynx cried uselessly.

It must have been an hour before another person exited the building. To her surprise, it was her father, too. She couldn’t tell whether it was lucky or not that he was the one to find her stained suit and battered arms. She laid there, letting wails and sobs wreck through her perfect feminine form, and her father asked a thousand questions all at once. She could not understand the words falling from his mouth as she stared. Though her wounds had since healed into scabs over the past hour, her brain was still echoing a warning all throughout her system. It was desperate and overrun, terrified that the next step she would take would be her final; that the next breath would open the scars and have her bleed to death.

Liam Louise snapped his fingers together in front of her breathless form, “Ma petite fille, who did this to you?”

Shaky and heaving, she wheezed out, “Nickel.”

Crashing down, Liam screamed his rage out through gritted teeth, “That cheinne! I’m going to seriously kill him! How dare he lay even a hand on you, my beautiful flower; worry not, I will make him pay.”

When the president let out his frustrations through another yelp, a small group of people funneled out of the doorway. It was a collection of photographers and those working with the news. They all clambered around, having to duck past the protective father stopping them. Pictures were snapped and lights flashed all around her limp body. Her father smoothed out any rageful wrinkles, and instead, let out a sorrowful and tearful mask. He hurriedly scooped Lynx up into his arms, pleading to the ongoing live image of his face reflected in the cameras what he knew, and what he had made up.

And soon enough, they were, in fact, on their way home. He placed her in the back of the limo, and signaled the driver to get home as soon as humanly possible. They took the shortest way through the streets to the mansion they called home, and Lynx’s bloodied body was gently caressed again. Her father carefully ordered the butler outside at once.

“That monster- Nickel Craft, he did this to my daughter-!” Liam cried out, “She must be avenged! This degenerate cannot get away with violating and harming my child!”

Remaining eerily still and shushed, Lynx buried her face into the chest of her father. She wanted to leave more than anything.

Agora rushed out, standing upright and ready to listen and obey.

Upon the sight of his lover, scratched up and scabby, he nearly wailed. He was given the body, and he treated her as if he’d just lost her, Wiping a steady stream of tears to the side, Agora whispered to her, assuring her safety.

Whisking the petite daughter away, the servant took her to the medical closet. He set Lynx gently along the leather sofa, and took a cloth dabbed in water, gently going over the wounds to clean them out. She hissed out in horrible pain occasionally, and Agora needed to fetch tweezers to pick out the bits of glass embedded in her fair skin. He hushed her and cooed to reassure the beautiful masterpiece before him, and she otherwise remained quiet. The yowls of pain echoed through the grand room as she was soothed with love.

Lynx whined through more broken tears.

“My father’s rival- Nickel, he shouted at me, broke his glass, then dropped me into the mess,” She didn’t care to express her negative emotions, only getting out the important details. It was all still too much, and she squeezed her eyes shut in terror, shivering and shaking through the painful recollection. It all had happened so fast, she wasn’t quite sure what really was happening. All she could steadily recall was Nickel wanted something out of her. Then was the deafening silence and inability to move, and finally the constant insistent flashing of photography. Lynx felt a wave of embarrassment flood her system as she realized how her whole country must know how she was bleeding on the cold ground beforehand. She knew her father would twist this story horribly, but she still felt ashamed of herself for letting it happen at all.

Agora asked gently, “What happened?”

Later on, Lynx was in her bedroom, ointment covering the cuts. She was preparing for slumber, as she slipped into comfortable pajamas. She had to cancel her late night meeting with her partner, as she was exhausted. Tuckered out from the terrible night’s events, she rested her head on her pillow and drifted away into a land welcoming of her true identity.

[warmhealerr]

RGG rant abt the Mad Dog/Grand Manager

I use she/they/he for Majima. 

I have no idea how the RGG fandom managed to interpret Majima's arc in Y0 as a corruption arc instead of a liberation one, even if bittersweet, and therefore see the Mad Dog as Majima's façade.

He goes from a captive suffering under an abuser who makes it very clear he does not plan on releasing Majima from her punishment and integrating them back into Shimano's family (which in itself is another prison as it just means for Majima to go back to people who deceived him even if for Saejima, it was only denied from him because it's what he wanted and God we can't have that. The goal was to break him further until completely malleable), to someone who's ready to fight tooth and nails against everything and everyone they've grown up with to defend their morals, and by extension, stand for herself and what she believes in. Majima was inspired by Nishitani because unlike Nishitani she wasn't free to exist in all her insanity unapologetically. Nishitani in fact sees it and tries to free him by inciting a fight he is supposed to refuse (and does so successfully). The Mad Dog is not a front meant to cover a more serious gloomy individual, it exists alongside it equally as a facet. I'll agree it has a degree of coping (the strength obsession, the fact it allows her to experience physical pain with her consent, which turns out liberating after the Hole and as a result pleasurable) but it's a very real part of Majima nonetheless. The mask people should be pointing fingers at is the one Sagawa set up for him and it's very explicitly shown throughout the game. The Grand's Manager is though charismatic, a persona of suffering and humiliation, who should be easily forced to do anything the Omi wanted, and as a result of all the suffering endured, be able to inflict the worst (here the hit) while still being socially acceptable to keep the perfect front. The Manager beyond being a caged dog is an entertaining toy, a weapon, and a source of income and control over Sotenbori.

With a newfound form of independence, which is accepting he feels with so much strength, embracing the primal self, loving quirks instead of socially acceptable qualities that are detrimental to one's self respect and not covering them up anymore, Majima ends up accepting to go back into the Yakuza because he can't see anything else for himself, her future - or what she wishes could've been, Makoto - had no ability of becoming if she really wanted to protect her, and it's not like you can escape organized crime when it's all your life anyway. They still long for Saejima, too. They start this new life happier than they had been in years despite having barely survived being pushed to the limit, further isolated, further traumatized, and still learning what it means to live for oneself.

[torturedpoetsofpemberley]

rip elizabeth bennet you would've loved chappell roan

The Chappell roanification of Elizabeth Bennet is what the internet is made for. the specific song choice of "Super graphic ultra modern girl" is what one would consider to be the complete opposite of elizabeth bennet as a whole. Yet, she is what Chappell describes in the song -- a strong independent woman who believes no man can live up to her standards and that she should instead partake in the things that make her "super" and "modern" aka, reading (so advanced). Lizzy's attitude is refreshing in a society that expects women to be demure and agreeable. She embraces her intelligence and uses it to navigate her world, even if it means stepping on a few toes along the way. In every way, Elizabeth Bennet is a Supergraphic Ultra Modern Girl—a woman ahead of her time, breaking barriers and rewriting the rules of her world. And maybe that's why we still love her today. She's a reminder that you can be classic and modern, strong and gentle, independent and loving—all at the same time. Her spirit resonates with anyone who dares to be different, who is "from another planet" as Chappell says, proving that true modernity is more about the courage to be oneself than the era one lives in. Her witty responses, bold decisions, and unapologetic embrace of her individuality echo the defiant energy of Chappell Roan’s lyrics. Elizabeth Bennet is more than just a character; she is an enduring icon of what it means to be truly fearless, a super graphic ultra modern girl, and holds qualities that are as relevant now as they were in Austen’s day.

[observethatbelly]

In the bustling city of Meadowville, there lived a young man named Daniel. At 18 years old, he possessed a gentle spirit and an unwavering curiosity about the world. With his slender frame and a weight of 70 kilograms, he embarked on a journey of self-discovery that would lead him to a surprising transformation.

Daniel had always been a lover of good food and indulgent flavors. He found solace in savoring hearty meals, relishing the exquisite taste and the comforting feeling that came with each bite. As he grew older, his appetite expanded, and he began to explore a variety of cuisines, embracing the joy of culinary exploration.

With a passion for flavorful meals, Daniel's appetite led him to discover a world of gastronomic delights. He would often indulge in delicious homemade dishes, decadent desserts, and mouthwatering snacks. His love for food became a form of self-expression, as he found joy and fulfillment in the exploration of flavors and textures.

As Daniel embraced his desires, his body responded with gradual changes. His once-slender figure began to fill out, his limbs growing fuller and more robust. His shoulders broadened, and his chest developed a newfound presence, embodying a sense of strength and nourishment. With each passing day, he found himself inching closer to his desired transformation.

Daniel's journey was not solely about the numbers on a scale; it was about embracing his own sense of pleasure and finding confidence in his evolving form. He reveled in the sensations that accompanied his growing body, cherishing the way his clothes hugged his expanding curves, celebrating the newfound softness that adorned his once-slender frame.

The journey to 150 kilograms became a testament to Daniel's self-acceptance and the exploration of his desires. As he reached this milestone, he found a renewed sense of confidence and contentment. He recognized that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, and his own transformation reflected his journey of self-discovery and fulfillment.

Throughout his experience, Daniel discovered a community of like-minded individuals who shared his passion for body positivity and self-acceptance. Together, they celebrated their unique paths, offering support, encouragement, and a safe space for each other to embrace their bodies and derive pleasure from their own personal journeys.

In Meadowville, Daniel's story inspired others to question societal beauty standards and embrace their own sense of self. His journey served as a reminder that one's happiness and fulfillment should not be dictated by numbers on a scale but rather by the love and acceptance they cultivate within themselves.

And so, as Daniel walked the streets of his vibrant city, he exuded a radiance that transcended mere physical appearance. He carried with him the wisdom of self-discovery, the joy of indulgence, and the confidence that comes from accepting oneself wholly and unapologetically.

As Daniel continued to indulge in his culinary explorations, the connection between his eating and the transformation of his body grew more evident. The pleasure he derived from savoring each delectable bite seemed to fuel his physical changes, deepening his connection to the nourishing power of food.

With every mouthful of flavorful food, Daniel could almost feel the energy infusing his body, nourishing him from within. The decadent meals he savored became the building blocks of his physical transformation, the fuel that propelled his body on its journey of expansion.

The rich, calorie-dense meals he enjoyed played a pivotal role in his body's growth. The fast food, gainer shakes, and indulgent desserts provided him with the necessary nutrients and energy to support his changing physique. As he consumed each sumptuous morsel, he imagined his body eagerly absorbing the sustenance, using it to fuel his growth.

The softness that enveloped his belly became intimately connected to his eating rituals. With every indulgent meal, he could almost feel his stomach stretching, accommodating the abundance of food he consumed. He delighted in the way his belly expanded, becoming a testament to his commitment to pleasure and his willingness to embrace the physical changes it brought.

As Daniel's belly grew softer and rounder, he reveled in the sensation of fullness and satisfaction that accompanied each meal. The feeling of being pleasantly stuffed became a source of joy and contentment, a tangible reminder of the pleasure he derived from nourishing his body.

His expanding belly and softness became a physical manifestation of his indulgent lifestyle. He embraced the jiggling and swaying of his soft midsection as a testament to his willingness to fully immerse himself in the pleasures of food. The connection between his growing body and his eating habits became a symbiotic dance, each feeding into the other.

With each bite, Daniel felt a sense of liberation and empowerment. The act of eating became an act of self-love and self-care, a celebration of his desires and a rejection of societal norms. His body's transformation was a testament to his agency and his choice to honor his own unique journey.

The connection between his eating and his body became a tapestry of pleasure and growth. It was a reminder that the human experience is a holistic one, where nourishment, physicality, and pleasure intertwine. Through his indulgent eating rituals, Daniel discovered not only the joy of flavors but also a deeper connection to his own body and its inherent beauty.

As Daniel's body continued to expand and his softness became more pronounced, he embraced his newfound size with pride and sensuality. He reveled in the way his body responded to his desires, the way his flesh yielded under his touch, and the way his expanded curves became a source of pleasure for both himself and those who appreciated his unique form.

His journey of self-discovery and physical transformation became a powerful example to others, challenging societal expectations and inviting a celebration of diverse bodies. Daniel's story served as a reminder that the pursuit of pleasure, self-acceptance, and fulfillment can manifest in myriad ways, and that embracing one's own desires and unique form is a beautiful expression of authenticity and personal empowerment.

As Daniel's journey of self-discovery and indulgence progressed, he found himself drawn to the idea of allowing someone else to actively participate in his culinary experiences. He yearned for a connection that went beyond the act of eating alone, desiring to share his pleasure with a trusted companion.

Enter Sarah, a close friend who understood and embraced Daniel's journey of self-acceptance. With an open heart and a gentle touch, she offered to be the one to feed him, to become a willing participant in his quest for pleasure and expansion.

With a sense of anticipation and trust, Daniel allowed Sarah to take on the role of his feeder. As he reclined on a comfortable couch, Sarah sat beside him, a spread of delectable dishes before them. She dipped a spoon into a bowl of creamy macaroni and cheese, then lifted it to his lips, guiding him to take each mouthful.

The act of being fed by Sarah deepened the connection between them. Daniel closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations that enveloped him. As the food passed through his lips, he could feel the warmth and care behind each spoonful. It was an intimate exchange, a delicate dance between nourishment and desire.

With every bite, Daniel's body responded in a symphony of sensations. The flavors exploded on his tongue, eliciting moans of delight that escaped his lips. He could feel the food traveling down his throat, filling his belly with a comforting weight. The gentle pressure of Sarah's hand against his cheek and the sound of her encouraging words added an extra layer of intimacy to the experience.

As Sarah fed him, Daniel's body seemed to come alive, attuned to the pleasure and nourishment being bestowed upon him. He could feel his belly expanding with each indulgent mouthful, the softness of his midsection yielding to accommodate the growing fullness. The subtle jiggles and sways became more pronounced, a sensual dance that mirrored his pleasure.

His heightened awareness of his body's response only fueled his desire for more. The pleasure he derived from the act of eating was intertwined with the sensuality of being fed by another. It was an intoxicating blend of physical gratification and emotional connection that deepened his bond with Sarah and allowed him to revel in the pleasure of his expanding form.

As Daniel's body absorbed the nourishment, he could feel the energy coursing through him, invigorating his senses and fueling his growth. The softness of his belly became more pronounced, its roundness a testament to his indulgence and the trust he had placed in Sarah. With each passing day, he felt his body respond to the abundant nourishment, growing more supple and yielding to his desires.

The act of being fed by Sarah became a sacred ritual, a celebration of their bond and a conduit for pleasure. Together, they embraced the journey of self-acceptance and explored the depths of their desires. Their connection went beyond the physical; it was a shared experience that nourished not only Daniel's body but also his soul.

In this exchange, Daniel discovered a profound sense of vulnerability and liberation. He realized that pleasure could be found not just in the act of eating but also in the intimate connection with another person. The merging of desire, trust, and indulgence became a transformative experience that deepened his understanding of self and expanded his capacity for joy.

As his body continued to respond to the nourishment and the attentions of his feeder, Daniel felt a newfound sense of pride and empowerment. He embraced his growing form, his expanding softness, and the pleasure he derived from it all. It was a testament to his own desires, his willingness to embrace his unique journey, and the beauty that resides within every body, regardless of societal norms.

As Sarah fed him, Daniel became acutely aware of the sensations that engulfed his body. The warmth of the food, rich with flavors, enveloped his taste buds, igniting a symphony of pleasure. With each bite, he could feel the nourishment spreading from his mouth, cascading down his throat, and settling in his belly, expanding it further and further.

The comforting fullness that washed over him was undeniable. The weight of the food settled deep within him, causing his belly to swell and protrude, stretching the fabric of his clothes to accommodate his growing girth. He reveled in the sensation of his expanding circumference, embracing the tangible evidence of his indulgence.

As Sarah's hand caressed his skin, a delightful contrast played out. The touch of her fingers against his body mingled with the softness of his own flesh, creating a tactile symphony that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. The friction between her hand and his expanding curves added an extra layer of sensuality to the experience, further intensifying the pleasure he derived from his burgeoning form.

Daniel's fat, like a soft and yielding canvas, responded to the touch, yielding under the pressure of Sarah's hand. He marveled at how his flesh, once firm and taut, had transformed into pliant mounds of softness. The way his fat intermingled with her touch sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body, reinforcing his connection to his own physicality and the pleasures it could bestow.

With each feeding session, the mingling of sensations became more pronounced. The warmth of the food, the fullness of his belly, and the touch of Sarah's hand melded together, creating a sensory tapestry that Daniel embraced with fervor. His body became a canvas for pleasure, a testament to his desires and his willingness to explore the depths of his own indulgence.

As Daniel's body continued to expand and his fat accumulated in new places, he discovered an insatiable hunger for the sensations that came with his growing size. The sensations of warmth, fullness, and touch became intertwined, heightening his pleasure and deepening his connection to his own physicality.

In this symbiotic dance of indulgence and sensation, Daniel found solace and fulfillment. The visceral pleasure he experienced became a testament to the beauty of his body, free from judgment or constraints. He reveled in the way his expanding form responded to his desires, delighting in the softness, the weight, and the sheer delight of his own physical transformation.

With each feeding session, Daniel discovered a profound sense of liberation. The pleasure he derived from the sensations that coursed through his body was a celebration of his desires and a rejection of societal norms. It was a rebellion against the narrow definitions of beauty, a bold affirmation of his own unique journey towards self-acceptance and unabashed pleasure.

As Daniel continued his journey towards 200kg, he carried within him the knowledge that his body was a vessel of indulgence, a source of boundless pleasure. He reveled in the exquisite sensations that his expanding form bestowed upon him, relishing in the fulfillment that came with embracing his own desires and finding joy in the curves, softness, and unapologetic beauty of his body.

[rachellaurengray]

The phrase "spilled milk" often evokes the proverb "Don't cry over spilled milk," suggesting the futility of feeling discomforted over past mistakes. When considering the esoteric messages behind spilled milk, especially with the moon in Leo at this time, we can explore the deeper meanings that can help guide us.

Spilled Milk: Esoteric Insights

1. Release of Energy: Spilling milk can symbolize the release of pent-up emotions or energy. It's a reminder that sometimes, to move forward, one must let go of what's been bottled up inside.

2. Cleansing and Renewal: Milk has long been associated with nourishment and purity. Spilling it can represent a cleansing process, making way for new growth and opportunities.

3. Acceptance of Impermanence: Spilled milk is a powerful symbol of life's transient nature. It teaches us to accept change and impermanence, understanding that nothing is meant to last forever.

4. Forgiveness and Compassion: It calls for self-forgiveness and compassion, urging us to be kind to ourselves despite mistakes or setbacks.

The Moon in Leo: Symbolic Influence

With the moon in Leo, the symbolic interpretation of spilled milk gains an additional layer of meaning. Leo, ruled by the Sun, is a sign of leadership, creativity, and self-expression. Here’s how it ties in:

1. Creative Expression: Leo energy is vibrant and expressive. Spilled milk under this lunar influence may suggest the need to express oneself more freely and creatively. It’s a call to let your inner light shine, even in the face of minor mishaps.

2. Courage and Confidence: The moon in Leo encourages boldness and confidence. The symbolism of spilled milk under this sign suggests embracing mistakes with courage, seeing them as stepping stones rather than setbacks.

3. Heart-Centered Approach: Leo governs the heart. Spilled milk may be a reminder to approach life and its challenges from a place of love and generosity. It encourages a heartfelt response to setbacks.

4. Dramatic Release: Leo is also known for its dramatic flair. Spilling milk might symbolize a dramatic release of emotions, suggesting it’s time to confront and express deeply held feelings.

Integrating the Symbolism

Incorporating these symbolic messages into your life, especially during this lunar phase, can be empowering. Embrace the release of what no longer serves you, express your authentic self boldly, and approach life's challenges with a heart full of courage and compassion. The spilled milk, under the moon in Leo, becomes a catalyst for transformation and self-discovery, urging you to shine brightly and unapologetically.

[mayamidnightmelody]

The "Free the Nipple" movement is not just about baring breasts; it's about freedom, equality, and empowerment. It's a movement that challenges societal norms and advocates for gender equality and body positivity. At its core, it's a call to dismantle the double standards that exist between men and women when it comes to exposing their chests in public spaces.

Historically, the female body has been hypersexualized and policed, while the male body has been normalized and accepted. This stark contrast highlights the deep-rooted inequalities that persist in our society. The "Free the Nipple" movement seeks to challenge these inequalities by advocating for the right of all individuals, regardless of gender, to bare their chests without fear of judgment or discrimination.

At its heart, this movement is about reclaiming ownership of one's body and asserting the right to self-expression. It's about rejecting the notion that a woman's body should be hidden or censored simply because it doesn't conform to societal standards of modesty. It's about embracing diversity and celebrating the beauty of the human form in all its shapes and sizes.

Moreover, the "Free the Nipple" movement is a powerful symbol of resistance against patriarchy and misogyny. By challenging the status quo and refusing to be silenced, advocates of this movement are demanding to be seen and heard on their own terms. They are rejecting the notion that a woman's worth is tied to her physical appearance and asserting her right to autonomy and agency.

But the "Free the Nipple" movement is about more than just breasts; it's about freedom in its purest form. It's about the freedom to be unapologetically oneself, without fear of judgment or persecution. It's about breaking free from the constraints of societal expectations and embracing one's true identity.

In a world that often seeks to confine and control us, the "Free the Nipple" movement serves as a reminder that we are all inherently worthy of love and acceptance, regardless of our gender or appearance. It's a rallying cry for equality and justice, a call to action for all those who believe in the inherent dignity and worth of every individual.

So, let us stand in solidarity with the "Free the Nipple" movement and work together to create a world where everyone is free to live authentically and unapologetically. Let us challenge the status quo, break down barriers, and build a more inclusive and equitable society for future generations. For in the words of Audre Lorde, "Your silence will not protect you." It's time to raise our voices and demand change.

[prabhatjairam]

The Role of Authenticity

Being authentic isn't about pretending to be perfect or fitting in with what everyone else thinks you should be. Instead, it's about bravely being yourself, quirks and all, and showing that true self in everything you do. It's about being honest about who you are, even when it's hard, and not worrying too much about what others might think. Authenticity is like the foundation of real friendships, personal growth, and finding happiness in life. Now, let's explore why it's so crucial and how it affects our lives.

Defining Authenticity: Unveiling the Real You

Authenticity isn't about presenting a polished version of yourself; it's about embracing your imperfections, vulnerabilities, and unique quirks. It's the courage to stand in your truth, unapologetically and unabashedly. In short, it is the essence of being genuine, transparent, and sincere in both words and actions.

The Importance of Authenticity: Building Trust and Connection

The importance of authenticity cannot be overstated in today's society, where superficiality often dominates our interactions. Authenticity serves as the foundation for building genuine connections and fostering trust in relationships, both personal and professional. When individuals embrace authenticity, they invite others to do the same, creating an environment where openness, honesty, and vulnerability are valued. In a world inundated with curated images and scripted personas, authenticity stands out as a refreshing departure from the norm, drawing people closer through shared experiences and genuine interactions.

Furthermore, authenticity plays a crucial role in personal growth and self-acceptance. By embracing our authentic selves, we unlock our true potential and live more fulfilling lives. Authenticity empowers individuals to pursue their passions, express their values, and embrace their unique identities without fear of judgment or rejection. When we honor our truth and live in alignment with our values, we cultivate a sense of inner peace and confidence that radiates outward, positively impacting every aspect of our lives.

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The Role of Authenticity in Personal Growth

The role of authenticity in personal growth is profound and multifaceted. It serves as a guiding principle that not only shapes our interactions with others but also influences our relationship with ourselves. Here's a deeper exploration of how authenticity contributes to personal growth:

1. Self-Acceptance: Authenticity begins with self-acceptance—the ability to embrace all facets of oneself, including strengths, weaknesses, quirks, and imperfections. By acknowledging and embracing our true selves, we cultivate a sense of wholeness and inner peace. Self-acceptance lays the foundation for personal growth by fostering a positive self-image and reducing the need for external validation.

2. Unleashing Potential: When we live authentically, we unlock our full potential. Authenticity encourages us to tap into our unique talents, passions, and aspirations, enabling us to pursue paths that align with our true selves. By honoring our authentic desires and interests, we unleash creativity, innovation, and vitality, leading to a more fulfilling and purpose-driven life.

3. Overcoming Fear: Authenticity liberates us from the shackles of fear—fear of judgment, rejection, and failure. When we are true to ourselves, we no longer feel compelled to conform to societal expectations or please others at the expense of our authenticity. This newfound freedom empowers us to take risks, step out of our comfort zones, and pursue meaningful endeavors with courage and conviction.

4. Facilitating Self-Discovery: Apart from that, authenticity catalyzes self-discovery and personal evolution. By staying true to ourselves, we embark on a journey of self-exploration, uncovering hidden passions, values, and beliefs. This process of self-discovery allows us to gain deeper insights into our motivations, aspirations, and purpose in life, guiding us toward greater fulfillment and self-actualization.

5. Promoting Inner Harmony: Living authentically fosters inner harmony and alignment. When our thoughts, actions, and values are congruent with our authentic selves, we experience a profound sense of coherence and peace. This inner harmony radiates outward, positively impacting our relationships, work, and overall well-being.

The Last Word

Remember, authenticity is not a destination but a journey -  a journey of self-discovery, growth, and genuine connection. So, let go of the masks, shed the layers of pretense, and step into the fullness of who you are. For in authenticity lies the key to living a life that is rich, meaningful, and true.

[simonenguyen]

Embracing Self-Love: A Journey of Discovery

In the kaleidoscope of life, amidst the cacophony of external voices, there exists a whisper - gentle, yet profound. It is the call to embrace oneself fully, to journey inward and discover the boundless depths of self-love.In a world that often measures worth by external standards, the greatest act of rebellion is to unapologetically love oneself. It is a journey marked by compassion, forgiveness, and radical acceptance - a journey that begins and ends with the realization that we are inherently worthy of love, simply by virtue of existing.To love oneself is to cultivate a sanctuary within, a refuge from the storms of self-doubt and criticism. It is to honor the sacred vessel that carries our essence, to nourish it with kindness, and to adorn it with grace.So let us celebrate our flaws as badges of resilience, our scars as testaments to our strength, and our quirks as manifestations of our uniqueness. For it is in embracing our imperfections that we discover the true essence of beauty - a beauty that radiates from within, transcending societal norms and expectations.Today, I invite you to join me on a journey of self-discovery, to peel back the layers of conditioning and uncover the jewel that lies at the core of your being. Let us stand tall in our authenticity, knowing that the greatest love story of all is the one we write with ourselves. With boundless love and infinite possibilities, Simone 🌸✨

[theslamsession]

Title: EFFY: The Maverick of GCW - Unraveling the Enigmatic Wrestling Phenomenon

Introduction:

In the wild and unpredictable world of professional wrestling, few names shine as brightly as EFFY. With their captivating charisma, unapologetic authenticity, and boundary-pushing performances, EFFY has risen to prominence as a true maverick in the GCW (Game Changer Wrestling) universe. In this blog post, we'll take a deep dive into the enigmatic persona of EFFY, exploring their impact on GCW, their journey to success, and the message of empowerment they bring to the wrestling community.

1. Defying Convention - The Rise of EFFY:

From the moment EFFY stepped into the GCW arena, they turned heads and defied expectations. Rejecting the notion of fitting into a pre-defined mold, EFFY carved out their own unique path. With an aura that blended fearlessness with vulnerability, EFFY captivated fans and opponents alike. Embracing a persona that knows no bounds, they have proven that true success in wrestling comes from staying authentic to oneself.

2. Embodying Fearless Authenticity:

EFFY's impact on GCW transcends their in-ring prowess. With an unwavering commitment to fearless authenticity, they have become a symbol of empowerment for countless individuals. As a prominent LGBTQ+ advocate, EFFY's unapologetic embrace of their identity has shattered barriers within the wrestling community. They have created a safe space where everyone, regardless of their background or orientation, feels welcomed and valued.

3. Revolutionizing Storytelling and Performance:

EFFY's performances in GCW are a testament to their creative brilliance. Whether it's through their unique match stipulations or thought-provoking promos, they have redefined what wrestling can be. Their matches are not just athletic contests but compelling narratives that resonate with fans on a deeper level. EFFY's artistry in the ring challenges norms, sparks dialogue, and pushes the boundaries of wrestling storytelling.

4. Paving the Way for Inclusivity:

As an outspoken advocate for inclusivity, EFFY has used their platform to raise awareness for crucial social issues. They actively support LGBTQ+ rights and mental health initiatives, making a positive impact far beyond the wrestling ring. By standing firm in their beliefs and unafraid to speak out, EFFY encourages others to do the same and work towards a more compassionate and inclusive wrestling community.

Conclusion:

In the world of GCW, EFFY stands as a trailblazer and an inspiration. Their unmatched charisma, commitment to authenticity, and unwavering support for inclusivity have made them a true force of change in professional wrestling. EFFY's presence in GCW symbolizes the importance of embracing individuality, defying societal norms, and standing up for what is right. As we celebrate EFFY's journey and their impact on the wrestling landscape, let us remember the power of fearless authenticity and how it can lead to a more inclusive and accepting world both inside and outside the squared circle.

[rusanya-does-edits]

Ariel from The Little Mermaid (Disney 1989 film) is watersei, transhazard, and lilydarling!

Watersei - An identity best described by being a water-type pokemon and the water type’s characteristics — water-type moves, traits of water-type pokemon, colors and visual features associated with the water type, etc.

Transhazard - An identity based in unapologetic transness and opposition to cisnormative gender; a rejection of societal gender norms as a universal concept and an embracing of all those outcast by it. to be transhazard is to be recklessly, revolutionarily proud of oneself, one's transness, and one's community, and to uplift and support others regardless of conventionality.

Lilydarling - A gender related to lilies and darlings, being a lily darling, or finding lilies darling!

[teemoonley]

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[cavity-collector]

queer identity shit

google doc is unnecessary now bcz i just purged a lot of my mogai labels so im just gonna put them all here in an orderly way for myself to mentally process better + bcz ppl who will see this r internet strangers so idc about being presentable (+ maybe like 3 internet not strangers hi)

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———————☆ ORIENTATION ☆———————

greyaromantic: someone who experiences romantic attraction, but very infrequently

queer: umbrella term; in this case used to mean “it’s complicated & im nonbinary so gender is fucked anyways so gender specific labels dont work”

————————☆ GENDER ☆—————————

basically, boy but a girl sometimes while also never being a girl + flowers + dirt + autism ++

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BASIC GENDER LABELS:

genderfluid, transmasc, trans, nonbinary, xenogender, xenoboy

autigender: a gender which can only be understood in the context of being autistic/is heavily influenced by their neurodivergence

auticringic: an autigender related to “cringe” stuff, and how many autistic traits and interests are often seen as cringy. a gender related to reclaiming the ableism of cringe culture as apart of your gender, and autigender related to pride in being considered a “cringy” autistic!

traitblur:  a label for being unable to differentiate your identity from your interests, due to neurodivergency or other reasons

floragender: a gender that is heavily influenced by/related to plants of any kind

genderdandi: gender in which one feels dandelions are connected to/represent their gender

tootheokayic: a gender related to ones complete fascination, obsession, or interest in human teeth. a person who is tootheokayic might collect human teeth, but does not necessarily have to; this gender is creepy in the way that the kid in your class who is obsessed with death is creepy. it is fascinating, original, and slighly unhinged.

cringegender: when ur gender is cringe but in a cool and epic way <3

trendercoric:  a gender connected to the “trendercore” aesthetic, an aesthetic based on the reclaimed derogatory term “transtrender”

transhazard: an identity based in unapologetic transness and opposition to cisnormative gender; a rejection of societal gender norms as a universal concept and an embracing of all those outcast by it. to be transhazard is to be recklessly, revolutionarily proud of oneself, one's transness, and one's community, and to uplift and support others regardless of conventionality.

femasc:  being feminine and masculine (and/or masculine and feminine); feminine masculinity; masculine femininity; masc+fem (and/or fem+masc).

fluttersiblicorn: a gender connected to being a siblicorn and having fluttershy as your favourite pony! Can also be connected to fluttershy in other ways, i.e. feeling like a siblicorn+ and like your gender can be expressed with fluttershy, connected to fluttershy, feels like fluttershy, etc.

mlpmascgirlic: a xenogender that’s mostly masc in nature, but is also a girl in the sense of liking my little pony in a girl way. It may or may not be specific to gen 4

puellamaggender:  a gender related to the magical girls in the puella magi madoka magica universe.

magicuic: a gender that’s male while being a magical girl or being connected to magical girls. it’s male, but is still feminine and associated with stereotypical magical girl aesthetics and presentation, such as hot pink ribbons, pastel pink glitter, silver heart wands, etc.

frogstuffic: a gender connected to frog plushies

goostgender: a gender that is simply connected to spirits in forests. it is connected to general spirits in forest things, spirits in forest aesthetics, and anything connected to spirits in forests

feragender:  a gender marking a connection to wild animals + nature, and detachment from societal norms and the gender binary. largely connected to neurodivergents who not only feel disconnected from humanity as a whole, but also struggle to fully understand or label their gender identity.

divsheadical: a gender connected to/related to the album Divorce Lawyers I Shaved My Head by Jordaan Mason and the Horse Museum

brighttransic: a gender that is warm, happy, and bright. it connects to embracing being trans and taking joy in transness as a whole. it can be connected to the color yellow and being nonbinary.

genderpunk: an identity that in and of itself is a resistance against gender norms and oppression, as relating to punk culture

riotgrrrlpunkic: a gender related to riot grrrl subculture, music, and/or fashion

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feralpunk: an identity around accepting oneself despite society’s stereotypes and dehumanization. it is for autistic/ND queer people. it is for all the people who were treated like animals, treated like they were contagious, or had a deadly disease for being “too loud”, “too hyper”, or “too much” etc etc

ambiamorous: a label for when one would be happy in either a monogamous or polyamorous relationship

xenodysphoria: a term that describes an experience of gender dysphoria surrounding, or caused by, things that are unrelated to masculinity, femininity, androgyny, neutrality, or anything in between.

alderstardottic: an aldernic term for desiring a body dotted with stars