#i am slacking

[randomwords247]

Rekrap2 art I made nearly a year ago which I really wanted to render but never really got around to

I still kinda wanna because I really like how it came out with the dynamic line of motion and the pose, but for now I thought I'd share it since it's been so long

(It was meant to be like him speedrunning)

[overlyenthusiastic-personalblog]

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Goose and Flirt anon are my new OTP. I ship it.

Flirt anon, look we have a fan!!

[the-moogs]

i just think they were so gf coded in rebirth

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[jamnsketch]

just like the pet you couldn’t keep

[uncanny-tranny]

One of my biggest pieces of advice for those taking injectable hormones is to make sure you're injecting at the right angle

For intramuscular (IM), you inject at a 90° angle.

For subcutaneous (SQ), you inject at a 45° angle.

Here is a graphic depicting what the angle of your injection should look like:

An image description is provided in the ALT text.

[expelliarmus]

[kebbybites]

i realize i haven't drawn these guys in a while, so here's whatever this is before i got that cast

it probably would've fit better if the roles were swapped but i'm too lazy to fix it

[m1nsur0]

[JTTW OC: 智平] They never announced they were officially together during the journey, they just started to exclusively wear coordinated outfits and expected everyone else to get the hint.

(click for quality) (click this for wukong solo post!)

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I’d like to think that Lucifer’s wings puff out and twitch when he cums, no matter how hard he tries to contain them, and it’s the most adorable thing ever! Especially when his breathing is ragged and is face is absolutely flushed 🥰

[sleepyjuice]

jj with his gf who often has migraines 🙏🙏

a/n: i am not overly happy with this but i hope it’s okay nonnie<\3 not proofread lol

Today was not your day. You had woken up with a pounding headache that soon turned into a migraine.

It couldn’t have been a more inconvenient time, considering you had plans to go onto the mainlands with JJ, John B and Sarah for a double date.

Everything was fine when you fell asleep the previous night, wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms after a nice evening together, excited for the next day. But the universe noticed your excitement and laughed at you.

You weren’t sure what time it was when the blinds were pulled open followed by JJ’s body jumping on top of you on the bed, peppering kisses into your sleep ridden hair.

You outwardly groaned, the light shining through the window making your head throb even harder and the sudden movement from JJ’s body weight making you nauseous.

“Yo, it’s like one in the afternoon, baby, you good? Didn’t think you drank that much last night.” JJ furrowed his brows, taking note of your lack of giggles and typical morning (or in this case, afternoon) affection.

You sighed slowly, pulling your blanket up higher so it was covering your face, attempting to block some of the light from your eyes.

“Migraine.” You grumbled, voice barely audible through the thick blanket and your quiet tone.

JJ bowed his head down closer to your blanket covered face, not moving it since you obviously put it there for a reason, but he couldn’t hear you.

“I- what was that, baby? I can’t understand you.” He spoke softly, his hands resting on your waist over the blanket.

You squeezed your eyes shut as a wave of throbbing pain shot through your head again, groaning quietly.

It wasn’t that JJ’s voice was too loud, he was actually speaking nice and softly, which you appreciated, but currently, you wished you could just communicate telepathically with him so you both didn’t have to speak.

“Migraine.” You repeated yourself, your voice loud enough that he could hear you this time.

His eyes widened once he finally understood, immediately feeling like an asshole for how he quite literally did everything you shouldn’t do around someone who has a migraine.

He nodded to himself, knowing you couldn’t see him before slowly getting off of the bed and closing the blinds, darkness filling the room again.

Only a moment after that, you heard JJ’s footsteps softly pad towards the door, followed by the sound of the door clicking shut gently.

You couldn’t care less at the moment if he had just up and left you without saying anything. You just wanted to sleep. You could argue later.

However, a few minutes later, you heard the door open again along with sock clad feet moving along the floor. Sensing that the room was dark again, you pulled the top of the blanket down so that your bloodshot eyes could investigate your visitor.

Through the darkness you could make out that it was JJ, holding a frozen bag of corn, a washcloth, a bottle of water and what looked to be pain medication.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, his gesture being sweet and endearing. You did feel bad that he was probably beating himself up for how he woke you up, but it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have known.

You snaked a hand out from under the blanket, reaching forward towards where JJ stood at the end of the bed.

At that, he stepped forward, going to hand you the frozen corn and the washcloth, but you shook your head, your fingers wiggling a little bit.

“Want you.” You whispered, not wanting to push yourself by talking too loudly.

JJ cocked his head slightly at your words, but obliged, climbing into bed next to you. He still wrapped the bag of corn in the washcloth and placed it on your forehead, knowing that cold pressure was one of the few things that gave you relief, even if you didn’t address it at that very moment.

He made sure you took two pills and a few sips of water before fully laying down next to you, his arms opening as you curled into his side.

“Don’t wanna talk too much and hurt your head, baby. Just lettin’ ya know that I rescheduled our date with John B and Sarah for Friday. You can get some sleep.” JJ whispered softly, his hand tracing gentle patterns against your arm.

You nodded slowly at that, your head still pounding but your heart satisfied and full of love at JJ’s actions. It was something so small and simple, but you didn’t always feel taken care of in your past relationships, JJ continued to show you how being loved can truly feel like, even with the tiniest things.

“Thanks, jay,” you sighed, eyes feeling heavier due to the cool relief against your forehead. “Love you.” You added, voice barely above a whisper as sleep began to take over.

JJ shut his eyes also, perfectly content with spending the day napping with you until you felt better.

“Love you, too, baby. Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[premamelody]

like theyre like siblings part 2 for me

explaination or smth

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[balkanradfem]

I don't get to talk about feminism in real life, because it's not an accepted topic here, it's an 'evil harpy movement' still, despite it getting women the right to vote, own property, own a bank account, be able to be paid for work. The consenus is that normal women don't need to be feminists, we already have the right to vote so what more could we possibly want. I do get to talk with young women about it! When I have some teenagers or young adult women in my life, I am telling them all about it, showing them all the violence statistics, instructing them on all possible methods of abortion, and they are genuinely stunned to gain this information they've never had access to before.

But yesterday, I was at plant lady's house, and I breached the topic of feminism, because I had just entered a feminist book club, and joined a little group of croatian radfems, so I was all up in my ideas about it. And I love the plant lady, she's a beloved figure in my life, but she is both against feminism, and a huge fan of conspiracy theories. So when I started talking about feminism, she interrupted me to tell me that she heard that women, are not in fact, responsible for feminism, but it's actually males in power that are pulling the strings. I explained that we don't even allow m*n to participate in what we do, but she was sure she's right, because, males in power thought it would be cool for women to have jobs and pay taxes, so they invented feminism, to collect more taxes and have more workers. And I knew I couldn't argue her about it because conspiracy theories exist to null every argument against them, right, no matter what I say, she'll have a more incredible explanation. So instead I changed the topic to the problems of sexual violence against women, domestic violence, normalization of pedophilia, and treatment of women like objects due to rampant pornography.

And she's like, no, that doesn't happen, most people are normal and have normal marriages and treat women normally, and these problems, are not the problems of 'feminism', these are things everyone is against – and I say no they're not, m*n don't care, they don't fight against any of it, in fact they're the perpetrators of 90% of these crimes. Then she launches into a story of an abused woman who refused to leave her husband because she loved him. I explain to her that this is incredibly common and it's called 'cycle of abuse', and we can resolve this by teaching women very early on about this cylce, that it can easily happen to them no matter what kind of husband they choose, and to recognize the signs early, before it comes to worst, and for women who are going trough it, they need all this euducation too. What is happening currently is nobody is talking about it and we pretend it doesn't exist and then victim-blame women when they get abused. Most abused women don't even recognize they're being abused because they're being isolated and told it's their own fault. Then she launched into another story about a woman who she knows was battered who escaped. Then she mentioned another situation she knew with a violent husband, and another with a drunk one. And I'm listening to her like. Hey. You said this doesn't even happen, that it's incredibly rare, but you personally know this many cases? And you know me, I've been living in violence too, remember?

And she just looks at me. Realizing for a second that it's not that rare. She didn't argue with me. She previously really thought about each and every case she knew as an outlier, something so improbable and rare that it wasn't really a social problem. She told me then, that we can't really help these people, because police only makes it worse, so what do we even do. I told her it's important that we talk about it, that we offer resources and teach women early on to recognize abuse, and to make a point of not blaming women for it, to make it clear any male could do it to them at any point, to be ready for it, to reconsider marrying, to have a separate bank account, to never let their survival and housing be completely dependant on a male.

I also indulged her to think why women can find themselves in these situations in the first place? If we're so equal, how come it's possible women don't have anywhere to go to, and need to stay in the abusers house to just survive. I said it has something to do with parents usually leaving their houses and properties to sons, and expecting daughters to move into their husbands places, and she again said 'no this doesn't happen', and I went 'well why don't these abused women just move into their own houses they inherited from their parents' and she again, had no arguments. It's not the sole reason though, women earn less too, get less promotions, get paid less for the same job, still mostly do unpaid labour, dedicate a big part of their life to raising children on their own, they don't get to accumulate funds and properties in the same ways m*n do.

Anyway, while we were having this entire conversation, her 18yo daughter was there, listening to us, and miraculously, she seemed to agree with me! When the plant lady claimed 'there's so many normal ones out there', the daughter interrupted to say 'no mom, there's no normal m*n out there, I can't find anyone normal', and I immediately supported her claim with agreement. I was so happy to be a little feminist influence on her and to validate her point! She was also wearing a shirt that said 'grl pwr' and I was like 'yes this is great' even though it's just a liberal catchphrase, it's still a sign of wanting women to have power in the world that doesn't believe a word they say.

I think the type of attitude the plant lady has is extremely common for women in our country, in fact she was very receptive to what I was saying. She knew about this many cases of domestic abuse, because she was often the safe person for these women to tell, and she has been helping the ones who escaped, me included.

Most women I know will launch in defense of males and trashing of women as soon as you mention feminism, because it's the only socially accepted thing to do. I believe we all have women in our lives who are not malicious or terribly ignorant, but affected by the mainstream beliefs that women are asking for too much, already have everything, and are at fault for everything that happens to them; this is incredibly pervasive and impossible to debate in a conversation. It's so ingrained in women to go against anything that makes m*n look bad, it's almost considered a sin and a hate crime to even think this way. Like something a bad, selfish, bitter, irrational and greedy woman would do, and nobody wants to be dubbed that. I remember thinking this way myself when I was a teen; I wanted to hold males responsible so bad, but the shame of being seen as this hateful and bitter person was getting to me, to the point where I would silent down and not speak out.

I used to get so angry at anti feminists, and would avoid indulging with the topic because it would irritate me so much, but I've gained more understanding as I go on, and can now tolerate the opposing arguments when I know they've come from propaganda and social pressure, rather than ignorance or hunger for approval. I'm more effective being able to indulge a little! Not a lot though. If I spent a lot of my time trying to argue with anti-feminists I would in fact, wither and die.