#how it feels to be female right now

[dustylovelyrun]

POV: You like to think you know quite a bit about yourself, at this point. The bare basics and necessities. But you’re a writer, and you just discovered something new about yourself after writing it into a character.

[forevercloudnine]

Bruce never denies that he’s concerned Selina will cheat on him with one of her Bachelorette Party guests, so I’m guessing he found out that she invited her ex-girlfriend Eiko.

Bonus:

[baeshijima]

writing is hard, folks

[goodobservationshirley]

on Strange New Worlds and fate

i have some thoughts on this theme, particularly relating to Una and Ortegas

because the last episode of season 1 really leaves us with two big questions to be explored in season 2: is it Una’s fate to be imprisoned for being an Illyrian? and what happens in the intervening 7 years for Ortegas to be such a different person?

now fate is a big theme in season 1, specifically relating to Pike’s struggles with what he knows to be his future. should he try to prevent the horrible accident that he knows is coming for him? he gets his answer in “A Quality of Mercy”: no he shouldn’t, because in his own future!self’s words: every time they try to change that path, Spock dies. in the same conversation, almost in the same breath, his future!self acknowledges that paths do diverge, there’s just no diverging from this specific one without terrible consequences

i think this is a very important piece of dialogue because it basically preemptively denies that nothing can ever be changed. some things can, but not this one, not if we care about the consequences anyway. this is particularly relevant re: Una, who we know has been imprisoned for years in the alternate timeline and is arrested at the end of this episode. i have already seen people questioning how Pike could even try to change that after accepting his own fate. i think the show actually went out of its way to tell us that it IS possible and that it is Pike’s specific fate that shouldn't be changed, not necessarily everything else (though you can never be sure of the consequences of changing something)

i think the biggest question for season 2 is not actually should he try to free her but can he? assuming that his alternate!self already tried, and i don’t see why he wouldn’t have, he obviously failed. is Pike having that knowledge and having accepted his own fate enough of a change that he will be able to free her this time around? 

the second big question is about Ortegas. her alternate/future!self is obviously a much hardened version of her, and quite shockingly one that doesn’t seem to get on well with Pike. what happened in these 7 years that lead to that? and will it also happen in this reality? or will Pike accepting his own fate make him a different person who will make different choices and prevent this particular fate from happening? i think narratively they will have to show us what could lead her to become like her alternate!self, but is it inescapable?

while pike’s own struggles were neatly wrapped up at the end of season 1, fate seems to be a theme that we’re not done exploring in Strange New Worlds

[sysig]

I have just realized a problem if [baby] turns out to be male;

I already have a Scriabin tag

[apricote]

my pretty baby........... 🐰🎀

[fireandspiceland]

Apparently it’s just me, but I think Alfred has more of a thick short dick than long one. Like he’s sometimes self conscious of it but he knows how to use it.

No that’s valid too! You’re onto something here. 👀 I like how you said he’s a little self conscious about it sometimes but yes he would def know how to use what’s given to him. And let’s be real at a certain point it doesn’t change that much how long exactly a dick is, the girth is important too and that’s something he has plenty of 👏🏻

[stanknotstark]

Coming Out (Loki Edition)

Thank you @bokunoluv​ for requesting this because it was A LOT of fun to write 😊 I only hope it lives up to your expectations! I can totally write something else with more fluff if it wasn’t enough but i wrote what I felt came natural for this particular story! 

You’re not really sure when it dawns on you that you’re bisexual. It just kind of happens. You don’t make a choice it just kind of unfolds in your mind that you’ve always been but now you can label it. 

Thing is, you’re dating Loki and you’re not sure how to tell him. You don’t think he’ll judge you or anything, hell Loki had told you some of his exes have been male, hell even different species that didn’t exist on Earth. So, no, he won’t judge you but it’s still something big, special, and you felt it deserved to be said not with flare, that wasn’t your style, but it should be acknowledged. 

You’re sitting with Loki enjoying a late dinner because he had just come back from Asgard after a week of being gone. You totally hadn’t stolen clothes from his room and slept with them on a pillow like you were cuddling him, psh. 

You begin playing with your food a bit nervous, pushing the vegetables around.

“What bothers you, darling?” Loki asks, putting his fork down and grabbing your free hand on the table. 

You take a deep breath through your nose and look at the god. You open your mouth then close it. This didn’t feel like the right time. 

“Nothing important right now, how was your father?” You ask knowing that relationship is a bit strained.

Loki frowns at you but truly realizes you don’t want to talk about what bothered you and lets it go. 

“He is....he is good. We had a talk after mother trapped us in a room, for two hours might I add, and demanded we talk things out otherwise she would have Thor smite us both.” Loki chuckles, he looks at the table with a fond look in his eye, his thumb caresses the top of your hand. Obviously the talk went well which makes you happy for him. 

“While things aren’t completely better, things are definitely getting better between us.” Loki says, looking back up at you and giving a small smile. 

You smile back and flip your hand to hold his. “I’m really happy you’re working through things. I’m proud of you.” You say.

Loki practically puffs up at you saying you’re proud of him, something he hasn’t heard often. 

You’re kind of happy you didn’t tell Loki right now, you really don’t want to step on his moment. 

You both finish dinner in a comfortable silence and retire to Loki’s bedroom at a reasonable hour. 

By the time it gets pulled up again, a few days have past. 

This time you’re walking the streets of New York city with Loki, holding hands. 

While you only have eyes for Loki you both had agreed that you wouldn’t get jealous if either of you appreciated someones beauty. 

So, when you’re both walking the street and pass a woman who is no doubt some type of model you whistle and glance at Loki, tugging his hand to get his attention. Loki looks down at you then in the direction your nod to and sees the woman. 

The woman in question is all legs and olive skin. Her hair is pitch black and flows down her back till it stops at her wide hips that are covered in some daisy dukes. When she looks up at someone she’s with her eyes are a deep, chocolate brown that someone could probably lose themselves in. Her whole demeanor oozes with confidence, she knows she looks good. 

Loki hums thoughtfully and nods. 

“A fine specimen, good catch sweetheart.” Loki says to you. 

You smile as you both pass the woman but as you step past her you realize you pointed out a woman and feel a little defensive. Loki obviously notices your tension and frowns down at you.

“What has happened?” He asks, squeezing your hand in a way of demanding you look at him. 

You follow his demand and look at him. “I just-I didn’t-Nothing, I’m fine.” You finish lamely, looking away from Loki.

Loki stops walking and you’re forced to stop too seeing as you’re holding his hand. You stand a little in front of him so Loki pulls on your hand till you’re standing right in front of him, looking at the ground while rubbing your arm with your other hand. 

“Darling.” Loki whispers, the word almost swallowed by the city that thrums with life around you both but you hear it. Loki then uses his free hand to tilt your chin up and have you look at him. 

“Tell me what bothers you, you’ve been hiding something from me for the past few days and I can feel it eating you alive. Please tell me?” Loki begs of you, something new that makes you realize Loki truly cares because Loki does not beg. He finds begging to be a commoner’s practice and finds himself above it.

“I do have a secret but now isn’t the time to tell you.” You say with sad eyes, glancing around at the people walking past you, at the cars passing you both in the street, at the public thriving around you. 

When you look back to Loki his purses his lips but nods and starts walking again, you naturally follow him. Things stay a little tense for the rest of the day between you two but you appreciate Loki pretending everything is fine. 

Later on, when you’re both laying in bed, you lay splayed over Loki’s chest, your favorite position, and he has one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other trailing up and down your back with light touches.

“Thanks.” You randomly say into his chest that rises and falls, a calming effect to you. 

“For what?” Loki asks, looking down at the top of your head. 

“For not pushing me, earlier.”

You know Loki knows what you’re referencing because he says, “I hope you know you can tell me anything, darling, I am the last person in your life that may judge you for anything. Do not fear to tell me your fears and concerns, we will work at them together. You are never alone.” Loki finishes with a kiss to your forehead. 

You accept the kiss and sigh, relaxing almost to a puddle in Loki’s arms. 

“I will in time. I’m just looking for the perfect moment.” You tell him, looking at him through your lashes. 

Loki squints at you but nods and lays his head back down on his pillow. 

“Sometimes the perfect moment comes when you least expect it.” Is all he says to you. You leave the conversation at that and give him a small good night which he answers by tilting your head to give you a proper kiss then lets you get comfortable around his body and fall into a deep, happy sleep. 

The whole thing isn’t brought up again until you’re in the middle of an argument with Loki. 

“It was rash, what you did, and I will not stand by and watch you risk your life like that!” Loki says strongly, not quite yelling but you know he’s close to it. 

“Then don’t watch me! I cannot watch as some innocent life gets killed when I know I could do something to save them!” You yell because Loki doesn’t ever understand your love for all life. 

“Their life is not worth yours!”

“You don’t get to decide whose life is worth anything, that is not your choice to make, it is only my choice because it is my life!”

“Are we not together? Are you not mine? Because if you are to be involved with me, that makes your life mine to watch over!”

“You do not own me!” 

Loki grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

You stand a few feet away your hands balled into fists at your sides, your eyes wild with fire. 

“I am not sure what is going on with you recently, first you keep secrets, stating you need the perfect moment but it has been a week and that moment has not come, I’m not sure it ever will! Now you throw your life around like there are not people who care about you, like I can live on normally if I lose you!” Loki yells out, his hand dropping to his side and his eyes burning with fear and hurt as they glare at you. 

You stand there breathing, trying to calm your hurt at him not trusting you, trying to not cry in front of him. Instead you let out an upset chuckle and look away from the god. “So much for trusting me.” You say, through grit teeth, before turning and going to make your way to the elevator. 

Loki grabs your wrist in a quick move. “Darling, wait, please, I do, I trust you,” Loki says to you who refuses to even look at him you’re so hurt from his words. “I trust you’ll tell me, I did not mean those words but I’m hurt and do not know what to do to make you realize you can tell me anything.” Loki finishes, his other hand that’s not holding yours right now comes up to turn you towards him but instead hesitates and drops back down to his side. 

You bite your lip hard, your tears are welled up in your eyes and you’re doing everything in your power to stop them from falling. 

“Just-” Your voice breaks, “-give me some time alone, please?” You beg of Loki, still not looking back at him. 

Loki lets go of your hand and you rush to the elevator. A single tear falling before the doors can shut completely. 

You spend hours on the roof telling yourself to go down and talk to Loki. Just tell him what you’re hiding. God, all you have to say is that you’re bisexual, it should not have gotten this dramatic. You pace the roof as you cry, furiously wiping at the stupid tears that fall. 

When you do make your way down to Loki’s room he is sitting on the floor in front of the single floor to ceiling window in his room. His knees are drawn up and his arms encircle them, his chin resting on top of his knees. When you enter he doesn’t look at you. He’s obviously hurt and doesn’t want to let it out on you more. 

You stand in the doorway for a few minutes deciding about how to go about fixing what’s happening right now. You decide words probably aren’t the best thing to work with and make your way over to Loki. When you stand behind him you hesitate but then grab him under the arms and pull up in a silent demand for him to stand. You’re shocked but he follows and stands. You then turn him around to look at you. 

You’re sure you look a hot mess right now, blotchy face, red nose, wild hair from pulling at it, but you don’t care, you care about taking care of Loki right now. He looks down at you with blank eyes and a blank face. So you give him a sad smile and go to his dresser to fish out some of his pjs. When you’ve found a pair of shirt and pants for him you come back to Loki and undress him. 

It’s a little concerning that Loki lets you push and pull at his body as if he doesn’t have any autonomy over his body right now. When you’ve dressed him you move him to the bed and lay him under the covers. You undress yourself into your bra and panties, not wanting to leave the room for anything, and crawl into bed with him and snuggle into him. 

Loki lays flat on his back, he silently watches as you get comfortable around him. Your head is resting in the crook of his neck, one arm under the pillow Loki’s head lies on, the other resting on his chest. Your legs are tangled in his by the time you’re truly comfortable. 

Loki doesn’t move, doesn’t touch you causing you to softly sob in his neck. 

“Please, please hold me, Loki, I’m so sorry.” You beg of him.

This causes Loki to jerk and he finally wraps his warm arms around you, tightly. As he hugs you to him he whispers, “I thought I had lost you.” His voice wavers as he says this. 

You swallow air, breathing in the smell of him to calm down in the crook of his neck. “Never. I just needed some time to think.” You explain quickly, your own voice trembling. 

Loki squeezes you into his body, nearly making you breathless. “I love you,” Loki says softly, “I love you so much.” He says more firm.

You hiccup and pull from his neck to look at him. You always expected yourself to be the first to say it. 

You laugh, sadness tinging the sound of it but you’re anything but sad. “You have atrocious timing.”

Loki laughs with you at this.

“But I love you too.” You say it back with heart, pulling Loki’s mouth to yours. The kiss is messy, your undried tears make it wet and you both kiss with a passion that causes it to be a little sloppy but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

The day finally comes where you can tell Loki. 

You’re both cuddled up on your bed watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You’ve always had a thing for Angelina Jolie, while Brad is hot you would pick Angelina over him any day. 

You’re both sitting up with thousands of pillows strewn across, between, and on top of you both at the headboard of the bed. Loki has his right arm wrapped behind your waist, his hand idly caressing your hip under your shirt. His left hand rests on his lap, occasionally picking at the popcorn resting between both your legs. You sit with your left arm wrapped around Loki’s waist, your right stretched across your body to rest on Loki’s thigh. 

The scene playing out is when both Angelina and Brad are trying to kill each other in the house with palpable sexual tension.

“I would totally let Angelina go down on me.” You let out, randomly.

Loki hums delightfully, “I would love to watch that.” 

You giggle a little then say it. “Loki, I’m bisexual.” It comes out naturally. 

Loki looks down at you and smiles when you turn to look back at him.

“I know, sweetheart.”

“What?” You say a little shocked.

Loki chuckles. “Before we started dating I would catch you appreciating women’s physiques, not to mention that really flirtatious conversation you had with Natasha when Thor let you try Asgardian mead.” Loki explains. “I almost thought I would lose you too her.” He adds as an afterthought. 

“I didn’t-” You frown at Loki then realization dawns on you. “Oh.” Is all you can get out. 

Loki actually laughs, heartily enough to throw his head back a bit as he does. 

“You cannot lie to the god of lies, darling. Not to mention, because you were so oblivious about yourself being something other than straight you made yourself very obvious to everyone.”

“Wait, everyone knows?” You ask Loki, your voice jumping a little as you try not to laugh. A little shocked at how comfortable you are with this.

Loki continues smiling and says, “Yes. Natasha and I found out first, everyone else followed not long after,” Loki squeezes you to him, glancing at the TV to watch what’s going on for a second but looks back at you, “Was this the secret you’ve been trying to find the time to tell me about?” 

“Yes.” You say blushing hard, looking at the TV. Telling him seems so small now, not in an insignificant way but in a way that maybe you made the secret bigger than it truly needed to be. 

Loki makes a noise of acknowledgment and grabs your chin to make you look at him. 

“In this case, I suppose my magic will be handy now.”

You start to question what he means but then Loki has been enveloped by green then you’re looking into Loki’s eyes however he’s a gorgeous woman.

Your mouth opens a little, stunned, and Loki uses this to pull your mouth to hers and let her tongue explore your mouth with a smooth move. You can’t help it, you moan into her mouth and make Loki smile into the kiss. 

“Oh, darling, the things I will do to ravish you in this form,” Loki says after pulling from the kiss, you whimper at the loss of tongue but your eyes brighten with all the possibilities, “I will show you just what it means to be with a woman.” Loki finishes in his, now, light, feminine voice. 

You throw the bowl of popcorn across the room, not caring about the mess it makes causing Loki to laugh. Then move in a way that makes you straddle Loki’s lap, movie conveniently forgotten. As you look down at her bright green eyes and beautiful feminine face you smile and say, “You better hold yourself to those promises, my queen.” 

Loki’s eyes flutter from your lips and eyes, going a bit breathless, and shivering at your new nick name for her. She smirks up at you when she gains her confidence again, making you feel powerful that you have this affect over Loki. 

“I never break a promise, love.”

[worstloki]

i inexplicably feel like they did the animal character design thing in the loki series. you know when they make the female love interest the same species in essence but then tweak it so it is very evident?

[artekai]

How about a Fluidum AU that no one asked for? 👉👈

[peri]

i'm two-spirit. just realized this.

[knifeearsairaly]

“I am your commander”

SO today it was another beautiful day in the Cullen romance kingdom and i realized that i never never NEVER DREW CULLEN. So i put an end to this shameful behaviour and did this, adding a ton of unnecessary details to his would-be-beautiful-outfit if only Bioware really wanted to make it look cool. Yes, i love unnecessary details. A LOT❤️

[aeide-thea]

a thing about the witcher fandom that drives me batty is that of course you have the vast predictable swathe of it that includes yennefer in fic solely to act as a healer for geralt or jaskier when they get injured, and/or a mocking cheerleader for their relationship, sneering at the idiotic sentimentality of it even as she works to facilitate it—which is a pattern that shows very little respect for yennefer as a character with a life of her own, and very boring to read in its predictable sexism—

but then you get the other swathe of it that stans yennefer in this weird, blanket pussy-power way that erases her particular prickly individuality and discounts any harm she does or threatens to do because after all, women don’t ever have any real power in a situation, so they couldn't possibly do real harm, could they? which drives me absolutely batty because it’s not even true in the real world, and it’s particularly not true when it comes to a powerful sorceress vs people without any ~chaos~ of their own: she’s a meaningful threat to the magicless jaskier, and she takes away geralt’s agency in rinde (by mind-controlling him into going on a ‘rampage’) before he ever takes away hers, and i never see any of the people who stan yennefer acknowledge that side of her even a little bit. instead you get things like the fic i saw recently where yennefer wants to approach the djinn ‘without coercion or obligation,’ ‘with respect instead of force,’ and i’m just left feeling like. did we all watch the same show??? yennefer is not some kind of natural negotiator whose first instinct is conciliatory gentleness: she’s fierce and determined and no more concerned with respecting anyone else’s agency or wellbeing than anyone in her childhood was concerned with respecting hers, and i personally think she’s a more compelling character for it! and i have real trouble with the kind of fannish ‘feminism’ that wants to erase that compelling, complicated individuality and overwrite it with a generic idea of Inherent Female Sensitivity that’s forever sinned-against and forever innocent.

[stars-in-our-skies]

i know i mostly post mlm stuff but ive just been consumed with thoughts of Ladies lately. theres no other way to say it. girls pretty

[crystalkleure]

I think something that happens too often is that someone will end up being the aggressor/instigator in a situation because they believe they are defending themself. But what they are retaliating for is only a perceived attack that never actually happened.

And then what usually happens when you try to explain to them that they have misunderstood the situation and no, you didn’t actually mean to look at them funny or have a “weird tone” in your voice or whatever, is they just accuse you of gaslighting them.

It’s frustrating.

[domesticateddog]

everybody go get yourself a psych ward boyfriend