#i don't wanna be made to feel like i have to be someone i'm not

[atlas-of-andromeda]

*sucks in deep breathe through teeth* Alright I guess I'm doing this.

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

No.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Been a while. Can't really say. If we're only counting times I've meant it then I'm not sure I've ever.

03: Do you regret anything?

I've made mistakes, but none of them detrimental enough for me to regret them.

04: Are you insecure?

Yes.

05: What is your relationship status?

Single. Hopefully it will remain like that

06: How do you want to die?

Explosion. I don't know specifics I just want to be able to tell people in the afterlife 'I went off with a bang!'

07: What did you last eat?

Chocolate bar.

08: Played any sports?

I'm presuming that we're ignoring sports I've been forced to play in school. But other than that... is chess a sport?

09: Do you bite your nails?

Yeah. Pretty frequently too.

10: When was your last physical fight?

When I was like eight. Some six year old started randomly throwing very weak punches at me, so I threw a few back.

11: Do you like someone?

No. Hopefully I never will.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yeah. Once, and I got close to it a couple other times.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

I hate most people. Humans suck.

14: Do you miss someone?

My friend who's too busy with school to talk.

15: Have any pets?

Unfortunately not.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Tired.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

No!?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

A bit. Less so of looking at spiders, and more so just knowing there's a spider in my presence.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

No. I don't think I would.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I haven't done that before, and I'd rather not.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Try and finish TMA.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

FUCK NO.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Sounds painful. No.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Science, probably.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

No.

26: What are you craving right now?

In terms of food? And meat, nothing specific. Non-food? Physical affection.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Potentially? I've rejected enough guys to have probably broken at least one of their hearts.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Never been in a relationship.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Never been in a relationship.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

So many of these questions involving something romantic or sexual. I'm aroace and it's infuriating.

31: Does somebody love you?

Couldn't tell you.

32: What is your favourite color?

Red.

33: Do you have trust issues?

A bit.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I think gnomes were involved?

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Can't remember.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

No.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgetting is easier. Mainly because my memory is shit and I hold grudges.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

Not by a long shot.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

FOR FUCK'S SAKE. REFER TO QUESTION 30.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No?

51: Favourite food?

Bacon.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

No.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Scroll Tumblr.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Cheating as in infidelity? If the relationship in question is unhealthy and non-consensual, yes. Otherwise, no. Cheating as in violating academic integrity? Yeah it's fine.

55: Are you mean?

A bit?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

One.

57: Do you believe in true love?

No. Love is dead.

58: Favourite weather?

Fog. Cold fog.

59: Do you like the snow?

Yes.

60: Do you wanna get married?

NO WAY IN HELL.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

No?

62: What makes you happy?

My bed.

63: Would you change your name?

I have plans to! Transgenderism, baby!

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

30.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I'm pretty sure he does, I just ignore it.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

No.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

My father.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

I don't have those.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

No. Love is dead.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

No.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[littelovelunette]

age gap relationship reader x sevika, whereas reader is at her parents and they would never approve her relationship so they sneak off to each others houses and just fuck. it’s more sexy when sevika goes to readers house secretly and even tho reader doesn’t wanna admit it and she’s scared they might get caught by her parents lol

Only If They Knew

Contains smut, mentions of parental abuse, gambling, nipple play, fingering, gagging, implications of getting caught

As you walk into your room, you call Sevika. You had just finished your class and you were exhausted but wanted to check up on your girlfriend.

When she picked up, due to the dimmed lights around her, you could tell she was probably at a bar, gambling and effortlessly winning.

"Hey, babydoll, how was class?" Sevika asked, propping her phone so she could continue playing her game, she didn't mind talking to you over the phone while she was doing anything really.

Even if her social image was super important to her and always had been, she could never deny the thought of spending time with you even if it was through a measly screen and WiFi.

"Not too well, my mocks are coming up and I'm barely done with the whole syllabus," you said, letting your hair down from your claw clip ponytail, the silky locks cascading down your face, framing it and giving you a much softer look now.

"Mhm? Is that so?" Sevika hummed as she used her hand to pull the chips towards her already stacking pile of chips, "Hmmm, well, maybe you should study now then."

You sighed and shook your head, "Not so easy, Sev," You propped your head up using one hand and sighed, "It's almost impossible with all the sexual frustration pent up in my body."

"Is it now?" Sevika asked, her voice now an octave lower, she didn't care if the men playing Poker with her heard. She took a sip of her drink and glanced at the phone screen.

"Mhm, last time I touched myself was like... Weeks ago and you punished me for it at your place so I won't really, y'know, repeat," you said, sighing and tilting your head a little.

You watched her play in comfortable silence before reaching out and turning the switch off so the only light illuminating your face was the table lamp and your phone's screen brightness.

"You should sleep, love. Have you eaten?" Sevika asked.

"Yeah, I ate out with a few friends," you answered before questioning back, "Have you eaten?"

"Nah, how can I? You're all the way there at your parents'," she let that sink in for a while before chuckling and shaking her head, "I did, don't worry, bunny, go sleep now."

"I wish you were here so we could spoon and all," you sighed a little, pouting your bottom lip out like an offended child.

Sevika found you absolutely adorable and a little annoying but not in a negative way. You were 21 and she was 41, not the most ideal age gap, but it was definitely something your parents would slap you silly for.

But oh would it be so cozy being curled up in those juicy biceps of Sevika's and being awoken with kisses to the forehead, tender and loving as ever. Someone as experienced as Sevika would do anything to please you. Just thinking of it made you all giddy.

"I wish that too, doll," she exhaled the smoke from her nostrils, "Wanna come to mine tomorrow after your class ends?"

"I wish, I can't, I need to use the break to get some revision in," you said with a shake of your head in pure disappointment, pulling your fuzzy blankets over your head, "I'll just sleep now then, I guess."

You seemed sad and Sevika didn't let that just slide past her.

She noticed.

With the amount of women she'd dated before she knew how to understand when women masked their true feelings and knew better than to blatantly ask "What's wrong? You seem upset." When she was clearly aware of what made you upset.

"Goodnight, love," Sevika said letting you hang up first after you both exchanged I love you's and she finished her game.

By the time she finished it was 1 AM, she started walking towards your house, nothing really going through her mind.

Despite the more rational part of hers telling her to turn and walk back to her own house, she didn't let herself act on logic, only instinct.

Climbing the wall with ease, she reached your window, which was a bit open already for ventilation. Sevika climbed in, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Sevika inched closer to your floral duvet, grabbing the edge slowly and lifting it to see your sleeping figure. "My princess," she whispered under her breath and slowly clicked the lock of your room so your parents couldn't barge inside.

Sevika pulled the duvet down so she could see your figure properly, feeling the wetness dripping and soaking her shorts.

She leaned in, lips slowly grazing yours as her hands held your boobs in her big palms, squeezing them and rolling your nipples over your thin nightdress.

"M-mmmph..." As you stirred and slowly woke up, Sevika let out a little grin followed by a soft chuckle.

"Stay quiet, yeah?" Sevika whispered and you nodded before letting out a shuddering breath.

"Oh, Sevika, I can't, it feels too good," you whimpered and she sighed, letting your panties slip down your legs slowly, she clumped it in a ball and stuffed it in your mouth.

"Mm.." you whimpered lowly, trembling as her expert hands trailed down your body, stopping you squeeze at your curves.

Her hands trailed back up so she could pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them, your nipples felt swollen after being pinched so hard. Your hips thrusted up in a gesture of getting more friction down there, too but Sevika dismissed it.

The need for having something lodged deep in your hole grew with passing time, much to Sevika's dismay anyway, she liked playing with you and pushing you to the edge before she absolutely destroyed your body.

However, today she was being surprisingly gentle, maybe simply because she didn't want you letting out filthy pornographical screams and moans for your parents to hear.

Sevika lined two thick fingers over your slit, arousal dropping out from anticipation, "You ready for the fun, bunny?"

You could only nod as you moaned loudly into the makeshift gag, digits sinking deep into your cunt as wetness gushed out coating them.

Her fingers felt so thick, stretching your hole out after weeks of punishment for touching yourself without her punishment.

You loved this woman unconditionally and endlessly, she was good at whatever she did. Especially good at sex from her history of daily brothel visits.

Your hole clenched almost desperately at the feel of her thick fingers so deep in you, it felt like reality and pleasure blurred into a thin line but you had to ground yourself or your parents would hear the sounds.

If only they knew their good, obedient daughter who they wished would become either a doctor or a lawyer some day was here, in their house, under their roof, getting roughed up and fucked up by a woman just about twice her age.

You lolled your head to the side, drooling all over the fabric in your mouth, almost tasting yourself faintly due to your vaginal discharge still sticking onto the cotton, as Sevika rubbed tight circles around your clit, making you see stars.

Eyes rolled back into your head as she gave one final thrust, twisting her fingers at a blissful angle and you squirted all over the sheets, blankets and her hand.

"Oopsie daisy," Sevika raised a brow, rubbing your pussy up and down slowly, "You wet the bed, love," her soft voice made you flush in shame and you let out a muffled whine.

Sevika took your soiled panties out of your mouth tutting a little at how jelly-like your legs had gotten from one measly orgasm.

Despite all that and her mocking, she helped you get changed into fresh clothes after washing your body tenderly.

While you were in the bathroom peeing, Sevika had taken it upon herself to change the sheets of her bed and replace the duvet. You loved this woman to all your heart's content and beyond.

[valiwrites]

incorrect quotes with f1 drivers & y/n

: ̗̀➛ including: today's drivers & formal/retired drivers : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, ooc drivers (i tried to make it as much accurate as i could), lestappen mentioned

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Lando: Wanna see how bad ass i am?

Lando: *punches the wall*

Lando: ...could someone take me to the hospital

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FIA: swear words are illegal now. If you say one, you'll be fined

Max: Heck

FIA: You're on thin fucking ice

Max: Oh no

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Charles: *narrator voice* Monaco. I'ts a rough burrow but hey, it's home

Y/N: You aren't supposed to say narrator voice Charles-

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Michael: Gues what number i'm thinking of

Niki: Four-twenty?

Michael: No, that's really immature of you. Someone else guess and please take this seriously.

Ayrton: Is it sixty-nine?

Michael: Yeah, it was sixty-nine

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Y/N: I don't get why we need racing training. Racing is just like mario kart except you can't throw shells at people.

Sebastian:

Lewis:

Sebastian: Alright, so you're never racing again.

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Charles: Who knew getting in trouble would be so hard

Carlos: I gotta give you credit, Max. You make it look easy.

Max: Years of practice.

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Lewis: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Y/N: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Daniel, walking up to a dead body: First of all, big mood.

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Max: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Sergio: I was in the will?

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Ayrton: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Y/N: You left me, Michael, and Alain in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Ayrton: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Lando: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

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Y/N: There's a mental illness among us...

Carlos: Is it imposter syndrome?

Y/N:

Carlos: That was the funniest joke I have ever made in my life, and I feel like you don't appreciate me enough.

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Y/N: Max, no.

Max: Max, yes.

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Y/N: What’s your name?

Ayrton, whispering to Alain: Can I tell them my real name?

Alain: No!

Ayrton: I’m���Alain.

Alain, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right��

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Oscar: Nice rock.

Charles: Thanks, Max gave it to me.

Max: I threw it at you!

Charles: Isn't he the sweetest?

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Y/N: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Lando: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Charles: What was that?

Lando: The sound of Oscar's problem.

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Carlos: I really like Eminem.

Lando: I prefer skittles.

Y/N: He's are talking about the rapper.

Lando: Why would he eat the wrapper?

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Max: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Sebastian: You were flirting with Charles.

Max: So what? He's my boyfriend.

Sebastian: You asked him if he's single.

Max:

Sebastian: And then you cried when he said he isn't.

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[butchsophiewalten]

Small Excerpt from Twitter Space 09/28/24

Kyle asks Martin a question: "In your Opinion, what would each character [in The Walten Files] listen to? What kind of music?"

Martin answers, "I've al- It's so crazy, because people always ask me this, and to me, the answer always changes, because my understanding of the characters changed a bit. Like, their core always remains the same, but the way I understand how they work is different, For example; I feel like, um- I think Jack would listen to a lot of old- old-timey, 1930s or 1940s music. And I feel like that's because he's probably someone that- it's harder-- He's someone that I feel doesn't adapt well to the world- to the style of the world changing. And I'm not talking about (cultural stuff ?), I'm talking more about like, how people dress, what kind of music they listen to, I feel like Jack kind of remains stuck in the time he grew up in.

And I feel like that almost lack of desire to change, lack of desire to try to adapt to this new world that's coming- because- I feel like part of why I chose the 1970s is because I feel like that was a really- almost a transitionary decade for the world and pop culture, and stuff like that. So, to me I feel like Jack would be someone that wouldn't, uh, try to adapt to like, the rest of the world. He would just remain in the style of what he was accustomed to. Because to me, that's how Jack is as a person. I don't feel like he's trying to change the way he thinks or the way he sees life as a whole.

Felix I feel is more simple; I feel like Felix listens to- I remember this was, um, Felix's old voice actor Coker's idea, but I feel like that actually fits him really well, he's uh, listens to a lot of like, 70's rock and stuff like that. A bit of Badfinger--"

Kyle interjects. "I don't know if- if I'm using the term right. Would you say something like- would he listen to like, Yacht Rock, do you think?"

Martin agrees. "Yeah. Yeah, I think so, yeah. So, I feel like- that's sorta- I feel like if Jack remains true to what he grew up with, I feel like Felix is always changing. Always evolving, like, he changes along with the world. He usually listens to, I feel like like- further along in the story, like after 1974, he listens to more late 70's, early 80's music.

Sophie, I feel, is different. I feel like Sophie is someone that just listens to whatever is on the radio. I don't think- and she maybe fixates on one song or another that she listened on the radio, but she doesn't have, like, any- any sort of, like, cassettes or vinyls of her own, I think they're all Jenny's. Because- to me, Sophie is someone that, in a way, doesn't really know what she wants yet. She doesn't know what kind of person she is. And, of course, we're gonna go further into that in season two, but to me I feel like she- that is also reflected in what kind of music she listens to. She just listens to anything. Because she doesn't really have a specific style, to what kind of music she likes.

Rosemary... I feel it would be a lot of 60s music. A lot of, uh, Woodstock music, kinda, I've always imagined. I don't know why, it always- it always struck me that way.

And, uh, Charles, I feel... Charles listened to a lot of like, songs that are still popular to this day, from that era, to me. I remember- [Kyle] sent me... 'Charles' Work Cassette' (a playlist Kyle made), and I was like, that is definitely what he would listen to."

Kyle: "Hold on, I wanna make sure that it has the right-- damn! Nevermind, I was gonna say, like, 'Oh, would he like Hotel California,' and then I checked, like-"

Martin: "Yes! Yes, yes!"

Kyle: "That's the thing! It came out after he died!"

Martin: "Yeah, it came out after he died, but listen, bear with me here, I've always compared Charles, like, as a character; his style, the way he jokes around, to my father. And to me, I feel like- all the songs that I listen to when I write Charles, when I draw him, whatever. They're all songs that I listened to when I was a kid, and I had to listen to my father's radio. Which is a lot of like, Hotel California, Free Bird, Suzie Q, and stuff like that, y'know? That kinda- that style of music...

And, to me I feel like the most interesting one is Bon. I feel like Bon- Bon is the only one in which the music he listens to actually plays a part in the story. And it's- I feel like Bon, he kind of, like, his era of music is Classical music, because to me, he's a character that has been stripped away from all identity. And he- he's sorta, like, a person-- The way I feel like Bon sees himself is as the default person. Like, he can't picture himself as anything more than a blank slate. And to me, I feel like classical music fits there, because to me it's almost like he regressed back to, like. the earliest-- I wouldn't say the earliest. But like, one of the earliest forms of music. And to me, it's also because that kind of music represents his almost, like, unspeakable desire for-- to almost have, like-- I don't- I don't wanna give anything away. But, if I were to put it-- to make sense of his own identity, of his own life. It's like, I feel like I've always sensed that he almost releases that struggle, through that kinda music.

And that's why when he kills Susan, and when he puts her in Banny, there's always classical music playing. Because, to me, I feel like that's how Bon is able to express himself without putting it into words. Because I feel like not even he could put it into words. He's not gonna, like, stop in the middle of a scene and monologue his entire backstory and his life. But he expresses it in very artistic ways, in my opinion."

[zezacle]

One day there was a knock on the door. Having just made a cup of tea, I joyfully opened the door. "Who is it?"

"Federal Bureau of Investigation, Agents Davies and Rhine. We have a warrant to search the premises." I felt the man slap a piece of paper on my chest as he pushed past me.

"Hey! Woah woah woah woah!" I yelled, trying to corral them in my foyer.

"Read the warrant, interfering with our search is grounds for arrest." The other voice sounded.

"Do you know who I am? Because you should, if you're searching my place, which means you should know that I can't read this sheet of paper." There was a moment of silence. "Which means you assholes could be anybody. I wanna feel your badges and I want someone other than you to read this paper to me."

"That's not how it works." They pushed passed me, spilling a bit of my tea on the floor.

"I'm calling my fuckin' lawyer." Flustered I set my tea down and rushed to the phone. My voice recorder and most of my research was in the safe. I hope I locked it.

Silhouetted in the light of the window I could see the two of them begin to dismantle my study, which only stressed me out even more. "Yes, hello? I need to speak to Damien Boone immediately, I have two federal agents RAMPAGING through my house and a search warrant I physically can't read. Yeah- fine I'll hold."

"What the fuck is that?" One of the men asked alarmed. I heard him draw from his holster and saw his arms extend from his silhouette. The other one turned and quickly followed suit.

I let the phone dangle from the cord and stepped forward. A black blur with two yellow dots. "That's Frank, my cat."

"That's not a cat!"

Tears welled in my eyes. "Please don't shoot Frank."

Suddenly, the blur streaked forward towards the men. Both of their guns rang out. The noise was so deafeaning and startling, I fell backwards to the ground. Muffled screams and panic. "Lucas! Pull it off, man! I can't shoot it with it on your face!"

But another shot rang out regardless. The muffled screams went from terror to agony. I curled up and covered my head.

"Oh fuck!" Two more shots rang out and now the second man's voice became muffled screams.

"You shot me!" The first cried out.

There were some grunts of effort that sounded like kicking. "Get it off!"

"I'm trying!" There was a loud thump at the end of the struggle and screams.

"What is that thing?!"

"Just fucking run!!" I heard their pounding footsteps retreat out my door and down the sidewalk. Car doors slammed and engine roared to life and tires screeched down the road.

I lifted my head with shuddered breath. Shakily, I rose to my hands and knees. I crawled forward around the counter. "Frank?" I called with a broken voice. There was a black blur at the foot of the barstool. I worked up the courage to crawl towards it ever so slowly. Then with a trembling hand I reached out and for the first time, touched my "cat".

He didn't have fur, or rather if he did, it wasn't soft. It was stiff and slick and it left and oily residue on my hands. "Frank?" I whispered as the sensations on my fingers rattled through my brain.

Suddenly, he jerked awake. He lept away and turned back to me. A black blur with two yellow dots. Then, he turned and stumbled away towards the door. "What the fuck?" I breathed in disbelief.

The house was quiet once again. Except, faintly, I heard a distorted, "Hello?! Hello!"

I frantically crawled back and reached up to grab the dangling phone. "Damien?"

"Hello? What the hell just happened, were those gunshots?"

"I think my cat just attacked two FBI agents and made them run out of my house."

"What??"

[End part 2/3]

You have a cat. It's... it's not exactly a cat, but still - it did save you that one time government agents tried to capture you.

[lover-of-mine]

It's so frustrating. And it's even more frustrating when it's people who supposedly want what we're all saying it looks like is happening just doom shouting into different inboxes and then when we do try to explain it, for the thousandth time, they come back and reargue the same point we just explained away. No television show is going to have their actor break the fourth wall and say "okay so my character just said that but what he really meant was this". That will never happen. I don't understand what they think they're watching. the show has really not made it complicated to follow at all. It's pretty in your face.

EXACTLY!! The show is very obvious. When they want us to care about something they make it clear. When they need us to feel a certain way they make it clear. You have no idea how many "oh I wanna believe your analysis but I've been burned by *insert queer ship was objectively more fanom than canon and people lost sight of the show it belongs too* so I need to believe *worst outcome possible*" I get. I'm sorry, but how do you live like this? You think I was right about the breakup green because of luck or something? And like, this fandom is allergic to letting a storyline develop. If everything isn't solved as quickly as possible, they don't want it. "If they don't kiss on 810 then it's not happening" is the new "if Eddie doesn't come out on 806 then it's not happening" and dear god, just watch the show? I don't know if this is a product of being newer fans who binged the show after s7 and don't know how to handle a season happening week by week or if this is because people got used to made to binge 9 hours movies split into 9 episodes streaming shows, but people need things to be fully spelled out by episode 2 or else the world is ending. Jesus.

Yes, I know I'm saying this as someone who wants buddie to go canon this season and have been very loud about it, but I don't want to gamble on a season we're not even sure we are gonna get when they already pulled the trigger on Buck's feeling realization and it would be odd to let this drag out for the next at least 13 episodes for no reason other than to drag it out when that means making it happen at the earliest in October because for some reason people seemed to have decided the clock restarted when Buck came out and that's not how it works. Like, every procedural slowburn has the "external force keeping them apart" phase and that's the "believing they are straight" thing they have, there's no reason to delay that more once they are out.

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[undeadslayerr]

I think I get what you mean. I guess since I don't really experience transphobia in the way that people would attack me on the street for looking gnc or trans, I'd rather assume transphobia is less pervasive. This example you gave makes me really understand the whole point better.

those who stay silent are complicit in transphobia, even if they gender us correctly and are generally polite to us.

I guess since most people just don't have much of an opinion about trans issues at all, I'd assume they aren't transphobic. You're right that it may be the opposite.

Society itself is definitely transphobic, and is for sure constructed in a misogynistic and transphobic way. And because of it, I agree that a lot of people are definitely made to be transphobic. But I'm of the opinion that if detached from that influence, most people wouldn't really mind anyone trans. I guess that doesn't make them not transphobic per se.

I'm gonna go on a more personal tangent now to explain my perspective a bit more. You don't have to read it if you dgaf lol, it really doesn't matter much.

For example, I had a doctor appointment very recently. I outed myself as trans to the doctor. Basically the situation was:

I was there under my deadname to make everything medical easier. During the medical exam she noticed excessive body hair and asked if I'm under a doctor's care regarding any hormone imbalances, since it looks like I could have excessive testosterone. I sheepishly explained that it's intended, because I'm trans and taking testosterone.

She wasn't grossed out or rude or anything. She asked for my chosen name and referred to me by it. She switched my pronouns when she was speaking halfway through the visit. She congratulated me, said I look masculine and HRT is clearly working, and said she's happy people today can be who they wanna be.

At first she had trouble referring to me by the correct pronouns, but she corrected herself very quickly. I bet she must have some transphobic worldviews. Maybe she was, at some point, transphobic to someone else. But I don't think any of that is malicious. I think she doesn't want to be transphobic. Maybe even as much as me, who's actually a part of the trans community. I think she's uneducated and clueless about the stuff that just doesn't affect her as much.

And I think, because of that, I'd rather just not assume transphobia. I think I'll still approach people with the mindset of "not transphobic until proven otherwise", just for my own peace of mind I guess. I feel like people who are not transphobic can be educated, while transphobes don't even hear you out.

I think you're right though, in the way that transphobia is much more varied and prevalent than just physical violence in the streets. And a lot of people, including myself, can still hold transphobic worldviews they were taught, and just overall be transphobic, even if unintended. I think the problem I have with this, is how unclear it really all is in practice. Sexism, racism, transphobia and homophobia often intersect, not mentioning the fact that some people are just bigots for sport. At what point does being uneducated stop and being malicious start?

Overall it's a complex issue and I appreciate the explanation!! I know, despite the fact that I'm trans, I don't really know everything about trans issues, so I see a lot of value in dialogues like this. :))

why do people assume celebrities are not transphobic by default? we live in a deeply transphobic world. many of the "basic facts about the world" we are taught as children are fully transphobic lies. i don't get why, when people like a celebrity, they write a little fictional biography in their head about how they're probably not transphobic (despite the fact that, mathematically, most people totally transphobic, especially people of class celebrities belong to). like why? why just assume that people in this deeply transphobic world are progressive trans allies by default without any kind of evidence?

[manchestereyes]

i want what they have (weirdass text conversations that make sense to nobody but us)

[blujayonthewing]

this is such a tiny stupid petty dumb sticking point but why do people act like hot-water baths are ludicrously unrealistic in a DnD setting no matter what the setting or context actually is

one time in melliwyk's campaign we were staying in a luxury inn in a dwarven stronghold partially populated by warforged and built inside a volcano and each room had its own private bath with running water on tap and when I/ melliwyk was like 'hot water? 👀' the DM gave me a scathingly incredulous 'no??' like that was the world's dumbest question

what do you mean NO. they've figured out PRESSURIZED INDOOR PLUMBING but not GETTING THE WATER HOT????

[taegularities]

some men are textbook villains fr

[einscf]

i would wanna say space, if i wasn't so married to my grief. see: in a perfect world, i would wanna be a space pirate. hop into my little ship and shoot out into the stratosphere and never look back.

but two days ago, i saw a picture of the earth from the moon, and i wanted to cry. she was so blue and round and brilliant. shined like no gem i'd ever seen before. white like brushstrokes across canvas. made with so much love,

so much love,

and as i stood there ( stupid. slackjawed. stunned. ) watching her float, a most sudden and profound grief hit me.

in years from now, unfathomable years from now, when we are living in another galaxy, i hope that we still can see this same shade of blue. i hope that there are summer breezes and winter snow and birdcall and miles of ocean. i hope that we can breathe easy, that we can see ten dozen colors of sunset.

i'm not eloquent. can't put a name to this feeling of homesick for somewhere i already am—can't find the right words to describe how i swallowed that sudden grief, tucked it away somewhere to be dissected later, alone—'cos it felt dumb for someone to ask me what's wrong? and for me to reply, nothing, just thinking about a world where i never saw this shade of blue.

anyway, what i wanna say is this: i wish we could be in a place where we were safe enough to love. what i wanna say is: i wish i didn't have to worry about taking your hand because what if you have a knife?

so maybe i do wanna go to space. but i don't think it'd be for forever.

Where would you like to go?

[kumakuma-circus]

one of my favorite persona things i've learned is that like. the "present" point in the timeline for p3d and p5d is at somepoint during p5. so elizabeth has to go back in time to grab sees. which, given shinjiro not being there (outside of dlc), means she specifically chose to go to a point in time before the p3 mc's death but after shinjiro's. extremely hilarious to me honestly-

[oh-meow-swirls]

how does the raft not capsize.

[freewillacquired]

"It's part of the deal, Wanda," Matt said with a shrug. "I get to punish those who wronged me, but I have to remember the pain and be willing to feel more of it. Justice doesn't come free. Staying connected to the pain ensures that I'm doing all this for the right reasons. That's what the Crow tells me. That's what it wants." He hated to upset her, but it was the truth, and there wasn't really anything he could do about it. It simply was what it was. "It's worth it, though, I know it is. To make sure these people never hurt anyone else."

He smiled sadly. "I think you would have. But even if you wouldn't, thank goodness we had each other and you survived." That was the one good part in all of this, that Wanda had made it out alive. He wished Pietro had as well, and he certainly would've preferred to live himself, but if that wasn't possible, then at least someone made it out. Wanda deserved a better life now, and making sure no one would come back to bother her from those days was part of ensuring that.

Matt was relieved that she felt safe with him. The idea that she might be creeped out by his being dead, or afraid of what he might be capable of would've made him sad indeed. "I am still the same person, but... a little different too. Death changes a person," he said with a half-hearted chuckle. "I don't know what it is, I just feel... a little cold and disconnected, like I don't belong among the living anymore. But I don't feel dead either. I'm something in between... and that's a lonely place to be."

He sat beside her on the bed when she patted it, and his gaze lifted to hers at her next words. "I wouldn't hurt you," he confirmed. "Not ever. I'm glad I got to see you again, Wanda. I'm glad I have this time with you, even if it is short. I don't wanna be without you either..." Matt had to admit to himself in that moment that he really cared for Wanda, as more than just a friend. Too late for that now, he thought cynically, but at least I can stay with her tonight. It'll have to do... for the rest of eternity.

“How did you get in here?” (Wanda to the crow at her window)

The crow had landed on the narrow ledge outside the window in Wanda's room, peering in at her. A few caws escaped it as it intelligently eyed her, but the windows were sealed, and so nothing could be heard within. That is, until the crow suddenly moved from the outside of the glass to the inside...

Lingering near the window, the crow pecked at the glass, the crystalline tink tink! of the sound causing Wanda to turn her head. Another loud caw was loosed in her direction as Wanda spoke to the bird. It was friendly enough to her, though it offered her no answer to her question. Unbeknownst to Wanda, someone else had appeared in her room behind her, as her attention was on the crow.

"Hello, Wanda," Matt said, his tone carrying both warmth and sadness. There was a haunting look in his eyes, and red scars on his face, as if he'd been scratched by claws. "I'm glad you made it out safely."

After his harrowing ordeal in the joint Umbrella and Hydra laboratory, and being turned into the Nemesis creature, Matt had given his life to help Wanda and Pietro escape. It had taken a lot to kill him, and his suffering had been great, but at least something good had comes out of it. Now all he needed was for both Umbrella and Hydra to pay for what had been done to him and to the Maximoff twins.

[nebulousfishgills]

Star Wars: The Old Republic could have at least had the decency to inform me I'd be able to unlock Lesbian Behavior after I got far enough into the expansions. My hot Sith has a whole ass husband and then when I see the option to flirt with a female NPC, it's all out the window.

AND AFTER I'VE HAD THESE EMAILS IN MY BACK POCKET, TOO.

I'M HAVING AN AFFAIR BECAUSE I DIDN'T REALIZE I'D UNLOCK LESBIANISM LATER IN THE GAME. AND I FEEL HORRIBLE ABOUT IT.

FUCK.