#especially financially

[henrycavillcumdump]

Based off your reblogs I think you’ll be able to answer me, why do gays either fall for obvious queerbators? Or let it slide and still thirst for them?

This read! Anyways I’m just here to thirst for men, whether gay, straight, bi, or other. And while the discussion of the men who pretend to be queer for onlyfans subs is a valid one. On tumblr.com (a site notorious for its inability to make money from) im just reblogging hot men

[chrismequick]

just got home a while ago. just watched shelby's vod. speculating who it is will not do anything but make it about the abuser, and thats the last thing i wanna do. but as a blog, i will not be posting anything related to wilbur anymore (though as some of you have noticed, i havent been doing that in a while anyway).

[eleilinnrallin]

The weird thing about dysphoria for me is that it's not... really related to how I look? Which is a funky little thing. Probably has to do with the fact that I'm terrible at determining if something is aesthetically appealing or not.

Sometimes there's a little bit of it when I look in the mirror, but it's more a sense of wrongness than "oh I don't like that" or "xyz would look better". It's a sense of disconnect from what I'm seeing. Like I'm looking at a version of me someone drew who doesn't know what they were doing. A sense that I'm not looking at myself, or that I'm looking at an incorrect version.

When I look in the mirror I tend to notice things I like, now. Once I cut my hair, I'd look and feel so happy. I still do, when I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye or when taking selfies with someone. When I do makeup things (Always rather Extreme, Fun things, like big swatches of colour under my eyes, or pride flag colors, or similar) I see how I've made some sort of art. If I'm wearing affirming clothes, I notice how it changes my outline.

But there's still a pervasive sense of wrongness, the same one that's been there since I started puberty. I'm surprised my body looks the way it does on a regular basis, but more than that, I'm surprised when I can't do things.

I try to sing in a range I can't reach. I try to lie flat on my stomach on the floor. I used to try compete with my brothers athletically and hold them as a standard I could reach (even though I never could without putting in so much more work than them). And I'm frustrated when I can't.

Clothes fit wrong or feel wrong, my voice sounds wrong, even my bones are the wrong size.

Ultimately, that's what dysphoria is to me. It's not bad self-image; I actually rather like the nondysphoric parts of my body. It's just. wrongness. Not fitting in my body, my body not fitting me. Because in the end it's not a matter of how I look. It's a matter of how I feel, and becoming comfortable in my body.

[luxidae]

wish there was a form of lesbian crying that gave you what you wanted instead of making you feel like youre gettkng your guts ripped out and feeling worse at the "end" of it

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

The Scary Thing About Being Autistic

Neurodivergent Lou

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[toskarin]

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[astra-terrapin]

Children say out-of-pocket things sometimes. Charmy is not an exception.

[excessive-moisture]

*drops another youtube comment at your doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead animal*

[aurorangen]

What were nerves at first, gradually turned into confidence. Vincent was glowing with happiness talking about Renee, first expressing his love and commitment to her, to ending with the big question. "I love your family and I love your daughter so much. And I wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her." He looked at his future father-in-law, whose face was brimming with delight , "Of course you have my blessing! Come here!"

"Oh and stop with this Bryce nonsense! Call me Dad," Bryce said giving Vincent's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "I mean I don't want to force you or anything, just know you can always lean on me." Given the situation of his own dad, addressing someone this way felt so foreign to Vincent. By all means, he saw Bryce as a father figure, but he didn't feel comfortable or close enough to call him that yet. "Thanks...Dad," Vincent smiled, touched by his words.

They spent the next moment bonding, with Vincent speaking from the heart about his respect for the Reichmanns and Bryce imparting some wisdom, cracking jokes along the way. When they heard the car outside, Bryce asked, "Anything I can do to help with the proposal?" "Keep this a secret from Renee," Vincent grinned, just when she opened the front door. "What are you two talking about?"

"I was just asking Dad when he is going back to Sulani. You and I need a little break, a weekend getaway before work starts kicking our ass."

No words just 👶

[aronarchy]

Why we don’t like it when children hit us back

To all the children who have ever been told to “respect” someone that hated them.

March 21, 2023

Even those of us that are disturbed by the thought of how widespread corporal punishment still is in all ranks of society are uncomfortable at the idea of a child defending themself using violence against their oppressors and abusers. A child who hits back proves that the adults “were right all along,” that their violence was justified. Even as they would cheer an adult victim for defending themself fiercely.

Even those “child rights advocates” imagine the right child victim as one who takes it without ever stopping to love “its” owners. Tear-stained and afraid, the child is too innocent to be hit in a guilt-free manner. No one likes to imagine the Brat as Victim—the child who does, according to adultist logic, deserve being hit, because they follow their desires, because they walk the world with their head high, because they talk back, because they are loud, because they are unapologetically here, and resistant to being cast in the role of guest of a world that is just not made for them.

If we are against corporal punishment, the brat is our gotcha, the proof that it is actually not that much of an injustice. The brat unsettles us, so much that the “bad seed” is a stock character in horror, a genre that is much permeated by the adult gaze (defined as “the way children are viewed, represented and portrayed by adults; and finally society’s conception of children and the way this is perpetuated within institutions, and inherent in all interactions with children”), where the adult fear for the subversion of the structures that keep children under control is very much represented.

It might be very well true that the Brat has something unnatural and sinister about them in this world, as they are at constant war with everything that has ever been created, since everything that has been created has been built with the purpose of subjugating them. This is why it feels unnatural to watch a child hitting back instead of cowering. We feel like it’s not right. We feel like history is staring back at us, and all the horror we felt at any rebel and wayward child who has ever lived, we are feeling right now for that reject of the construct of “childhood innocence.” The child who hits back is at such clash with our construction of childhood because we defined violence in all of its forms as the province of the adult, especially the adult in authority.

The adult has an explicit sanction by the state to do violence to the child, while the child has both a social and legal prohibition to even think of defending themself with their fists. Legislation such as “parent-child tort immunity” makes this clear. The adult’s designed place is as the one who hits, and has a right and even an encouragement to do so, the one who acts, as the person. The child’s designed place is as the one who gets hit, and has an obligation to accept that, as the one who suffers acts, as the object. When a child forcibly breaks out of their place, they are reversing the supposed “natural order” in a radical way.

This is why, for the youth liberationist, there should be nothing more beautiful to witness that the child who snaps. We have an unique horror for parricide, and a terrible indifference at the 450 children murdered every year by their parents in just the USA, without even mentioning all the indirect suicides caused by parental abuse. As a Psychology Today article about so-called “parricide” puts it:

Unlike adults who kill their parents, teenagers become parricide offenders when conditions in the home are intolerable but their alternatives are limited. Unlike adults, kids cannot simply leave. The law has made it a crime for young people to run away. Juveniles who commit parricide usually do consider running away, but many do not know any place where they can seek refuge. Those who do run are generally picked up and returned home, or go back on their own: Surviving on the streets is hardly a realistic alternative for youths with meager financial resources, limited education, and few skills.

By far, the severely abused child is the most frequently encountered type of offender. According to Paul Mones, a Los Angeles attorney who specializes in defending adolescent parricide offenders, more than 90 percent have been abused by their parents. In-depth portraits of such youths have frequently shown that they killed because they could no longer tolerate conditions at home. These children were psychologically abused by one or both parents and often suffered physical, sexual, and verbal abuse as well—and witnessed it given to others in the household. They did not typically have histories of severe mental illness or of serious and extensive delinquent behavior. They were not criminally sophisticated. For them, the killings represented an act of desperation—the only way out of a family situation they could no longer endure.

- Heide, Why Kids Kill Parents, 1992.

Despite these being the most frequent conditions of “parricide,” it still brings unique disgust to think about it for most people. The sympathy extended to murdering parents is never extended even to the most desperate child, who chose to kill to not be killed. They chose to stop enduring silently, and that was their greatest crime; that is the crime of the child who hits back. Hell, children aren’t even supposed to talk back. They are not supposed to be anything but grateful for the miserable pieces of space that adults carve out in a world hostile to children for them to live following adult rules. It isn’t rare for children to notice the adult monopoly on violence and force when they interact with figures like teachers, and the way they use words like “respect.” In fact, this social dynamic has been noticed quite often:

Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority” and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person” and they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.

(https://soycrates.tumblr.com/post/115633137923/stimmyabby-sometimes-people-use-respect-to-mean)

But it has received almost no condemnation in the public eye. No voices have raised to contrast the adult monopoly on violence towards child bodies and child minds. No voices have raised to praise the child who hits back. Because they do deserve praise. Because the child who sets their foot down and says this belongs to me, even when it’s something like their own body that they are claiming, is committing one of the most serious crimes against adult society, who wants them dispossessed.

Sources:

“The Adult Gaze: a tool of control and oppression,” https://livingwithoutschool.com/2021/07/29/the-adult-gaze-a-tool-of-control-and-oppression

“Filicide,” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filicide

[mollysunder]

Fortiche really went off with these designs for Jinx's 10th anniversary.

Too bad they never turned this into tshirt.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

thinking about modern au Kabru

ivy league college student, probably studying law and political science on a full scholarship. first time living away from Milsiril so he has to promise her, yes mom i’ll call you at least four times a week, no mom i don’t need your amex black card, yes mom the normal credit card is fine i need to learn how to budget like a Normal Person (it has a limit of $20k — that’s not normal Kabru).

Milsiril insists for a long time that she’ll just get him a house off campus so he can have his own space (aka a place she can drop by anytime and possibly live a few months out of the year just to be close to him) but Kabru puts his foot down and tells her the best way he’s gonna make friends is by living with other students (bye mom).

his floor in the coed dorms is the party floor and he always makes sure to invite everybody (his nightmare is accidentally leaving anyone out and having them think that he doesn’t like them). somehow it’s always a good time, everyone leaves with more friends than they came with, it never gets totally out of control, and plenty of girls who are interested in him (and a lot of guys too tbh) bring tons of baked treats so there’s always free food. Kabru is the RA’s favourite person to have in the building (even though Kabru himself is messy but most of the people he’s friends with are nice and clean up after themselves).

he has a porsche (Milsiril gift for his 16th bday) but he’s adamant about not driving it unless he absolutely has to (because he doesn’t wanna look like a douche). BUT he never says no when his friends ask for rides (so he ends up driving all the time anyway). he actually contemplates selling the porsche and going for a more practical car but Mickbell is like ‘dude you are not taking this away from me.’ Kabru sighs and decides to keep it because his friends (Mickbell) like being chauffeured around in a fancy convertible (Rin, Holm, and Dia don’t care, they’re just glad they don’t have to walk to the grocery store).

he’s probably on a casual texting basis with most of his professors and you know he’s going to all their office hours, grabbing beer with them just to keep chatting about life outside of school. and that’s how he winds up in some super secret faculty group chat where he’s now privy to all the college administration gossip.

Kabru is elected for student council during his freshman year and he’s probably the favourite to be sc president one day.

he doesn’t really date (gets too in his head about how he doesn’t wanna ruin any friendships) but he does hang out one on one with a lot of girls and treats them all really well. he probably goes so far out of his way to be platonic that he flies a little too close to the ‘Just Like One of the Girlies’ sun, he kinda forgets that most people interpret it as flirting coming from him. which leads to a few awkward conversations. people feeling led on, a few angry jealous boyfriends, scathing dms about him being a girl stealing homewrecker.

it’s such a nightmare for him and he needs it to end right now. so he begs Rin to ‘date’ him for a week or two and then publicly dump him just so the entire student body gets the message that he is Just A Friend.

Rin stares at him for a few seconds. then she laughs. she laughs and laughs. she laughs for a crazy long time. and then eventually she goes, ‘wow you’re an asshole, Kabru. no i won’t be your fake girlfriend. you’re gonna suffer and i’m going to enjoy it.’

and that’s when Kabru has a moment of enlightenment. ok yeah. asking for that is probably really selfish and mean. maybe he needs to think about girls’ feelings more and that’s maybe more important than his deep seated need to be liked, and when has Rin ever been wrong about anything.

he apologizes. and so begins one of the more serious talks he’s ever had with Rin about being okay with not being liked.

he thinks he can really turn over a new leaf. the whole ‘not worrying about what other people think’ thing goes pretty well — up until Kabru meets the aloof professor for his Monsters and Myths class who keeps forgetting and mispronouncing his name.

Kabru has never needed someone to like him So Bad, he needs Prof. Touden to like him as a matter of life and death, and he’s willing to look stupid for it (fails a midterm on purpose to justify begging for one on one tutoring)

[mrsoftthoughts]

Austin 🤝 Hazel

Being Black people with the whitest boys ever as brothers ( Will and Nico)

[cavennmalore]

there is something incredibly funny about the fact that keefe and alvar experience the tiniest bit of poverty and then immediately blow all the money on cassius’s card

[cringengl]

Realistically speaking, in a Hunger Games Stranger Things au, Jonathan Byers would be Katniss Everdeen.