#i actually don't know how this happened

[mell0wjello]

° 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓑𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 °

!TAGS! - AFAB! Reader !!NSFW AHEAD!! Skip if you feel uncomfortable with the following topics ! : Hate Sex (?), light Voyeurism, Degradation, slapping, name-calling, marking, lowkey dub-con?, and reader sort of leads Jamil on. This is my first time writing smut its probably ass lmao I'm sorry also not proofread

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Jamil impatiently tapped his pen against his desk. He tried his best to concentrate on Trein's magic history lesson despite the incessant throbbing in his head. The cause? You.

You, sitting at your desk, clearly uninterested in what your teacher had to say. Instead, much more interested in the merman besides you. Azul was desperately trying to ignore your shameless remarks and your painfully obvious flirting.

The way you intentionally pressed your legs and tits together. How you were practically on top of him, how pathetic and desperate you looked. And what’s worse, you were making it his problem. From the corner of his eye, Jamil could see you keep glancing back at him, just to make sure he was seeing your shameless display.

After a week of this pathetic behavior, it was driving him half insane. And Azul of all people? This had to be on purpose. After what seemed like hours of torture, the bell for the last class of the day finally rang as Jamil sighed relief. All he wanted to do was get out of that classroom as soon as possible. He packed his things and ran out the door. On the way out, he saw you still glued to Azul's arm. He quickly averted his gaze, hurrying to the Hall of Mirrors. He needed to distract himself away to block your intrusion from seeping into his mind.

That night, Jamil rustled uncomfortably in his bed. Every time he closed his eyes, he returned back to the past month, when you used to approach him so innocently and talk with him. Never as to disturb him, but your charm was so undeniably alluring, he kept going back himself for more, in spite of himself. He carved himself open, vulnerable for your eyes to see and now for your hands to tear apart. The same hands that used to hold his face as the two of you made out in the halls when no one was looking were now crudely all over another man. There wasn't a formal thing between the both of you, and that's what irritated him the most.

He had let down his walls and now he paid the price. He kept revisiting the events of the past week, an uncomfortable heat forming in his stomach. His fists clenched on his mattress and his eyes stung. You made him feel inferior, the sentiment drawing Jamil to an edge. He never wanted to look at your face again, yet he desperately needed to have you in front of him. He wanted to do so many things to you and none at all. The heat only festered deeper in him.

The next day, Jamil was quite tired from last night. Kalim took notice of Jamil's mood at breakfast and tried his best to cheer him up. However, Jamil dismissed it, assuring him that he was feeling fine and just a little tired. Kalim was concerned, but disturbing him was going to do Jamil no good, so he let it go. Jamil did his best to pull himself together in preparation for the school day ahead. You shared no classes with him today, so he had the fortune to not see your face in class. He made sure to even avoid your general direction, deciding against lingering on you for too long. You made no efforts to give him any sort of attention either.

At the end of the day, he returned to Scarabia with an improved mood compared to the morning. Tests were coming up, so he could immerse himself in studying and other chores instead of obsessing over your recent conduct. Jamil was even pleased to cook Kalim's dinner that evening. He sat down with the rest of the dorm as he usually did to make small chat with everyone else, that is until all the composure he had built up throughout the day crumbled all too easily at the sight of your disheveled figure entering the lounge. Your uniform skirt was worn higher than usual, your necktie hanged around your neck undone, and your dress shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a little more of your chest. Even your thigh highs were rolled up unevenly. Your eyes scanned the students until they landed on him.

Jamil groans internally when his name spills out of your vulgar mouth, calling him over. Going over to you is the last thing he wants to do, but in front of his entire dorm who know him to be friendly with you, he had no choice unless he wanted to draw any attention. Reluctantly, he sat up and went up to you to lead you into one of the secluded hallways of Scarabia with the coldest expression he could muster. Once he made sure you both had enough privacy, he turned to look at you, his cold and empty glare piercing right through you. A small shiver of excitement crawled up your arms, but you made sure not to give it away.

“I just wanted to ask for your help with some of the Magic History homework. I've been feeling so distracted lately, I thought maybe you could help me out?" You spoke to him sweetly, but to him your words were septic.

"Really? You want my help? That's rich coming from someone who's been too busy drooling over other guys. Why not ask Azul?" Jamil scowled, narrowing his eyes at you with contempt.

"Oh, please. Azul's just a friend. " You replied, reaching for his hands. You felt Jamil try to recoil at your touch, but you held him firmly. You neared his face.

"And besides, you know I wouldn't ask you to do it for free." You guide his hands onto your body, pulling him closer and landing at your waist. You looked into Jamil's eyes in anticipation, feeling how his hands didn't return to his sides, and instead wondered further down. You drew in a short breath of impatience as you felt one of his hands slowly glide towards your lower back, but stopping short of your desired spot. Without warning, he lifted his hand and striked down on you, making your shriek of surprise melt into a lascivious moan. Jamil removed his hands from your body.

"This is what you really wanted, wasn't it bitch?" Jamil spoke crudely.

"Well then, since you're practically begging for it," Jamil unbuckled his pants as you watched with an unapologetic smile on your face.

"Start sucking."

You're quick to go on your knees, staring down his semi-erect length with hungry eyes before sticking out your tongue to finally taste your fantasies. But Jamil wasn't patient. As soon as you opened your mouth, he grabbed you by the hair and shoved you down on his entire length, connecting your nose with his base and feeling his tip scratch the back of your throat as he groaned. You were not expecting such a brash action so soon, your hands flew to his thighs for support and your jaw hurt by being stretched so abruptly, it had no choice but to suck. Jamil's hand guided your head to his tip, before shoving you back in. Your eyes looked up at him wearing a satisfied smile on his face. You could hardly breathe, but he didn't care as he continued fucking your face without remorse. It was too much, and soon a few tears pricked at your eyes, your hands pushed away from him to catch your breath.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're tired already. Isn't this what you wanted? And you were so excited for it too." Jamil teased as he stared at your breathless figure beneath him. He knew he was hurting your ego. But you liked it. You felt the area between your legs get hotter.

"Sluts don't get to have breaks. Get back to work." He said firmly as he tightened his grip on your hair and forced you on himself again.

You tried your best to keep up with his pace, but Jamil was so relentless and cared so little it was near impossible. He was using your mouth like a fleshlight. Saliva began to spill from your mouth. Jamil was getting more vocal though, you knew he was close. Awaiting his release, you increased the force of your suction, eliciting a gasp from Jamil. He pulls you away from him before he reaches his peak. You looked at him as you gasped for breath. Your head dives in to finish the job, but Jamil stops you by the chin. Your eyes follow his angry expression as he turns your face and lands a resounding slap on your cheek, the force sending sparks of electricity all the way down to your aching cunt.

"You don't get to have my cum in your mouth." He scoffed, looking annoyed of your audacity.

His knees drop to your level, and without warning, his hand dives underneath your skirt, and skilled fingers pull the underside of your panties so that two of his fingers can go inside. You immediately clench down on him, but he pulls out as soon as he came in. Jamil looks at his fingers covered in your fluids, almost in awe.

"Haven't done anything and you're already this wet?" He mocks, rubbing the juices with his fingers before turning to you.

"You must really be a whore."

Every insult shoots straight down, missing the relief of his fingers.

"Please, Jamil. It feels so good." You whine shamelessly, rubbing your legs uncomfortably in hope of creating some sort of friction to alleviate the heat.

"It feels good? Wouldn't you rather it be Azul instead?" Jamil snorted, looking at you with a look of distaste.

"No," You whimper.

"Only you make me feel this good Jamil, please."

Jamil scoffs.

"Bend over the wall." He states.

You can barely believe your ears, you stay on your knees looking at him dumbly.

"Bend over the fucking wall." He repeats with a demanding tone that snaps you back. With excitement rippling through your body, you giddily stand up and do as he says. Jamil flips over your skirt, revealing your soaking underwear. He makes quick work of it by lowering it to your ankles. You wait in anticipation as Jamil accommodates his hands on your waist. You feel his tip teasing your folds, but it retreats from your entrance. You turn your head to look back at him, but before you can say anything you yelp as Jamil slams his cock into you, completely burying himself up to the hilt. You erupt in primal moans as Jamil follows through at a tremendous pace. Your knees can't help buckle, but Jamil holds you steady with his hands keeping a steady grip on your waist. Your face squishes against the white walls of the halls, and you can feel your tits bounce with each thrust. He gave you no time to adjust to his girth, but it didn't matter because right now he was hitting everything he needed to create a babbling mess out of you.

"This is what you wanted from the very start. You just wanted to get a good fuck out of me. How many other guys did you do this to?" He grunted, slapping your ass vulgarly, making it ripple against him. You answer in a high-pitched whine.

Jamil continued his brutal pace, the both of you letting out moans loud enough to fill the empty hall.

"With how loud your moaning, you might as well let everybody in Scarabia know you're being fucked so good." Jamil snorts at you somehow increasing the speed of his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck-" He curses as your grip on him tightens. Jamil bites down on your neck, causing you to get louder. He sucks on your skin, hard enough to draw blood. You gasp breathlessly as he continues, and you feel a knot tightening in your stomach. You're close. Jamil also notices, given how your words are more unintelligible and you've become noisier and restless beneath him. Your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out, a string of saliva erotically dripping from your bottom lip.

The knot continues to tighten. Your voice begins to crack, each noise you're making sending holts of arousal to Jamil's dick. You feel the dam finally break as your orgasm ripples through you. A string of whines spill from your slacking mouth, your pussy clenching down on Jamil. The force of your orgasm is enough to send Jamil over the edge. He quickly pulls out, watching as his seed paints ropes on your back with a satisfied sigh, collapsing on you.

Your chest heaves recovering from your high as you look at the man behind you. There's a thin layer of sweat covering him. His eyes meet yours. Your fucked-out expression awakens a sense of pride within. He pulls up your panties and pulls up his pants. With a sigh, he says reluctantly.

"If you still want those notes, come by tomorrow and we can have a talk about it."

You nod at him excitedly. With a little help from Jamil, he sends you off to the mirror, ignoring the stares of some of his dormmates.

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[womp-womp-waa]

Ben couldn't stand not being able to speak. It always made him feel like the odd one out, he couldn't ever add anything to a conversation, couldn't sing, couldn't laugh. The day he lost his voice was the day his life ended.

He never did anything that he use to find fun, he just couldn't do them anymore. He couldn't sing and he stopped writing poetry. It just wasn't fun anymore. Nothing was.

Then he moved in with his aunt and uncle, that's when life changed. That's when his life started again, when he started living with Aiden. Less so his aunt and uncle they were never around.

But Aiden, he was always there, always there for Ben. Whenever Ben was upset he would always go to Aiden and they would listen to music and do their own thing while sitting next to eachother. Aiden always tended to draw while leaning onto Ben and Ben would always write stories or about something that happened in the day. Ben couldn't help but wish that his cousin would come to him whenever he was upset. But, Aiden was independent. That was his thing, dealing with things alone. Like how Ben use to be, but he got Aiden and Aiden helped him to get better, so why couldn't he help his cousin to get better?

All that Ben could do for the moment is hope that Aiden will one day come to him when he's upset, be open about his problems instead of isolating himself. But that day was not today.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[trans-axolotl]

one of the reasons it's really hard for a lot of intersex people when intersex topics are on the news cycle is because the public's reaction reveals how little anyone knows or cares about intersex people, including people who call themselves our allies. almost every time intersex topics are trending, the discourse surrounding them is filled with misinformation. people who only learned today what the word intersex means jump into conversations and act like an authority. endosex/dyadic/perisex people get tripped up over things that are basically intersex 101, with tons of endosex people incorrectly arguing about the definition of intersex, who "counts," DSD terminology, and so much more. i've seen multiple endosex people say today that they've been "warning intersex people" and that we should have known that transphobia would catch up with us eventually, which is an absolutely absurd thing to say given the fact that consistently over the past ten years, it has often been intersex people sounding the alarm on sex-testing policies and also the fact that many, many intersex people are also trans, and already are facing the impacts of transphobia. there is an absolute failure from the general public to take intersex identity seriously; people seem not even able to fathom that intersex people have a community, history, and our own political resources. instead, endosex people somehow seem to think they're helping by bringing up half-remembered information from their high school biology class which usually isn't even relevant at all.

and this frustrates me so fucking much. not because i want to deny the impacts of transphobic oppression--i'm a trans intersex person, trust me when i say i am intimately aware of transphobia. this frustrates me because there is no way we can achieve collective liberation if our "allies" fail to even engage with basic intersex topics and are seemingly unaware of the many forms of intersex oppression that we are already facing every fucking day. if you are not aware of compulsory dyadism, if you are not aware of interphobia, if you are not aware of the many different ways that intersex people are directly and often violently targeted--how the fuck do you think we're going to dismantle all of these systems of oppression?

if you were truly an intersex ally, you would already KNOW that this is not new, and would not be surprised--interphobia in sports has been going on for decades. you would know that we do have a community, an identity, a history--you would have already read/listened/watched to intersex resources that give you the background information you need for allyship. you would know that although there is a really distinct lack of resources and political education, that intersex people ARE developing a political understanding of ourselves and our oppression--Cripping Intersex by Celeste Orr and their framework of compulsory dyadism is one example of how we're theorizing our oppression. It's absolutely fucking wild to me how few people I've seen actually use words like "interphobia" "intersexism" "compulsory dyadism" or "intersex oppression"--endosex people are seemingly incapable of recognizing that there is already an entrenched system of oppression towards intersex people that violently reshapes our bodies, restricts our autonomy, and attempts to eradicate intersex through a variety of medical and legal means.

you cannot treat intersex people like an afterthought. not just because we're meaningful parts of your community and deserving of solidarity, but also because intersex oppression impacts everyone!!! especially trans community--trans people will not be free until intersex people are free, so much of transphobia is shaped by compulsory dyadism, the mythical sex binary, all these ideas of enforced "biological sex" that are just as fake as the gender binary.

it makes me absolutely fucking livid every time this shit happens because it becomes so abundantly clear to me how little the average endosex person knows about intersex issues and also how little the average endosex person cares about changing that. i don't know what to say to get you to care, to get you to change that, but we fucking need it to happen and i, personally, am tired of constantly being grateful when i meet an endosex person who knows the bare minimum. i think we have a right to expect better and to demand that if you're going to call yourself our ally, you actually fucking listen to us when we tell you what that means.

okay for endosex people to reblog.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

[thefloatingstone]

Appleseed PDA montage to save you from reading endless pages of unimportant politics that don't amount to anything

also because I have nothing better to do, I'm bored, I'm moody, my gaming laptop is still broken so no BG3, and it's too late at night to start drawing after doing animation clean-up all day.

[lemonspades]

Top ten anime betrayals Zelda how could you

< Part 15 - Part 17 >

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[egophiliac]

just thinking about hair and faces

[iite-cool]

he can't be gentle. how could he possibly be something that was beaten out of him so cruelly at such a young age?

you don't get soft fingers dancing lightly along your hairline as you sleep on his lap, no, you get a large, calloused paw brushing back your hair so he can see your pretty, pretty features better cos it was annoying him. he can't hold your hand don't be daft he'll crack your smaller bones in half... is the reasoning that he hopes will convince himself to stop fucking thinking about playing with your pretty fingers and pressing soft kisses to them. he's not soft! he's a killing machine! he knows nothing but anger and rage and numbness. so what is this strange fuzzy sensation in the hollow hole in his chest that's bothering him? why does it feel good? why is it making him fucking smile?

when he curls his mass around your sleeping body, don't be mistaken. he doesn't want to feel the way you fit perfectly against him. he's just.. trying to swallow you whole. he's not trying to get closer to you no no he's actually attempting to steal your joy. it's not as if you lessen the, thus far, endless and overwhelming burden of his corporeal blight oh no he's just using you.

everytime he presses his mouth against you and doesn't suck your blood out, he reasons that he's practising self-control and instead forcing himself to leave featherlight kisses that make you giggle oh so sweetly even when he knows deep down that he'd pluck out every one of his own teeth if even one dared puncture your skin. simon's not a soft man. he's not a gentle man. he's killed countless with the very hands that you play with. he tells himself you mean nothing to him, that he could walk away and forget you whenever he felt like it but everytime he wishes that his fingers were softer so that they may be more pleasant upon your skin and everytime he wishes that his lips were less chapped so that you may kiss him more, he knows he's fighting a losing battle.

simon riley will become a soft and gentle man in your embrace and there's not one thing he can do to prevent it.

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pls comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about xx

[endlesslytired]

[yayll]

~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~

"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.

He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.

God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.

"Mmm... Osamu..."

You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.

"Wakey wakey~"

Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.

"You're up... early"

"Yes!"

"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.

"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"

He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.

Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.

"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"

He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.

He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.

"Osamu... You're being annoying"

"You think I'm just annoying?~"

His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.

"Amongst other things, yes..."

You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.

"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"

He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.

".. You look like an angel to me."

He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!

Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-

He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.

[scribefindegil]

As much as I adore conlangs, I really like how the Imperial Radch books handle language. The book is entirely in English but you're constantly aware that you're reading a "translation," both of the Radchaai language Breq speaks as default, and also the various other languages she encounters. We don't hear the words but we hear her fretting about terms of address (the beloathed gendering on Nilt) and concepts that do or don't translate (Awn switching out of Radchaai when she needs a language where "citizen," "civilized," and "Radchaai person" aren't all the same word) and noting people's registers and accents. The snatches of lyrics we hear don't scan or rhyme--even, and this is what sells it to me, the real-world songs with English lyrics, which get the same "literal translation" style as everything else--because we aren't hearing the actual words, we're hearing Breq's understanding of what they mean. I think it's a cool way to acknowledge linguistic complexity and some of the difficulties of multilingual/multicultural communication, which of course becomes a larger theme when we get to the plot with the Presgar Translators.

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[azurityarts]

Team VIP

A cat crew coming to you sometime not Soon™

[accirax]

🌟🍬🤖🎈Congrats to Wonderlands x Showtime for finishing their 4x4!🌟🍬🤖🎈

[egophiliac]

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, THE NEXT BOOK 7 UPDATE FOR THE JP SERVER IS SET FOR MARCH 1ST.

HOW WE FEELIN LADS!?!?!

AHHHHHHHH NOOO I'M NOT READY, I thought we'd be getting the fourth anniversary first and then Sebek's birthday and then maybe some more episode 7, I didn't -- I didn't think it'd be Friday --

oh god and they're rerunning the story cards, they didn't say this was the final part but it feels like...maybe the penultimate chapter? could the end of episode 7 finally be looming in the distance?! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO