#i might be wrong tbh

[ghost-bard]

Rewatching dragon age absolution and godddd miriam dont trust sapphira PLSSSS 😭 girl… theres other fish in the sea… i promise…

I dont even remember how exactly everything goes down but goddddd i do remember that

[stil-lindigo]

bite of winter.

a comic about a princess who died in the snow.

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[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[somehowmags]

the thing (1982) x tamagotchi

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[weaverofink]

punk douxie redesign!!! i just think he should have had an undercut tbh

+ bonus doodle:

i feel like they for sure wouldn't let him wear his whole punk getup at his cafe job so i put him in a uniform. for fun.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Happy pride to Tony Collette and Dr. Man specifically 🌈🫡.

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Sapphic Disco Week, Day 6: "But What If It Was Yuri?"

Lena and Mireille, lesbians in their 70s exploring the vanishingly rare marvels of the world together, excuse me im cri

[gardensystemtv]

I come on this platform mostly to just have silly fun, but seeing queer, and especially trans infighting on my dash is so frustrating.

Friendly reminder that if you don't support all queer identities you can fuck off. Building a community requires supporting eachother, but don't think I will keep people in my community who care only about kicking down others, that's crab bucket behaviour.

Support transmascs. support transfems. support intersex people. support non-binary identities. support trans men. support trans women. support bi people. support pan people. Support Ace people. Support Aro people. support lesbians. support gay men. Especially fucking support black queer people. Especially fucking support indigenous queer people. Especially fucking support asian queer people. Especially fucking support SWANA queer people. Especially fucking support Jewish queer people. And any intersections of the above, and likely the many I've missed.

No one else's identity is lesser just because it is different,

[daisydisciple]

Ok thought not fully formed yet but I think everything would make a lot more sense if we thought of "sin" as more along the lines of "something that weakens your connection with God" and less "a morally bad action in the secular philosophical sense."

In modern secular philosophy, usually we only think of an action as "bad" if it causes measurable harm to society/the environment/another person etc. No victim = no crime. This makes perfect sense when we're thinking about regulating behavior with laws, rules, and, to an extent, social norms. The goal of this kind of thinking/regulating is to create a harmonious, free, and safe society in our mortal/temporal/earthly condition.

In contrast, Sin as a religious (Christian) concept is more concerned with the state of an individual soul and that soul's relationship with God. It is possible for something to be a sin and yet be a "victimless crime." (Arguably the "victim" here is actually the "perpetrator" but you know what I mean.) The goal of this kind of thinking is to help the individual be in harmony with God.

I think the problem here is when we conflate the two uncritically. Yes, there is a lot of overlap (murder, for example, would draw you further from God and also is harmful to the murder victim/their family/society.) But the two concepts are not one and the same. Just because a behavior is sinful doesn't mean it can and should be forbidden by law, rule, or even social norm. Likewise, just because enforcing or encouraging a certain behavior is beneficial to society doesn't mean that behavior is or isn't a sin.

I think this conflation is a source of miscommunication and misunderstanding. Lots of people seem to interpret calling a behavior sinful to mean "if you do this you are an bad person who is actively harming society."

I also think that's why people get so turned off by the concept of all sin being equal in the eyes of God. That isn't the same thing as all morally bad actions having equal weight or consequences in society. The point is that all sin separates us from God, and what His plan requires for us is for there to be zero separation. (That's where Jesus comes in). The point of saying all sin is the same in the eyes of God isn't to say that murder and not praying are equivalent in secular morality. The point is that someone "guilty" of not praying needs Jesus just as much as a murderer. (Because! We all need Jesus completely and equally.)

So anyway I guess my point is that Christians need to recognize that just because something is sinful (separates a soul from God) doesn't mean that that thing should be illegal or against the rules or even socially shamed.

But! Non-Christians should also understand that the concept of sin is distinct from secular morality. If I say that something is a sin, don't take it as me saying "anyone who does this is evil and depraved and deserves to be executed by firing squad." girl I sin. we all sin.

[booasaur]

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters - 1x04

[rafumeika]

What Mahito did: Manipulate Junpei into being his friend and then killed him in front of Yuji, laughed about Yuji's desperation to save him, killed Nanami, got Nobara into a coma, destroyed one of Todo's hands

Yuji with Mahito at the end:

What Sukuna did: Threaten to kill Yuji's friend multiple times, ripped Yuji's heart out of his chest and then tricked him into making a Binding Vow that he would have to forget in order to bring him back to life, laughed at Yuji when he desperately begged him to try and save Junpei, told him over and over again that his mere existence would bring destruction simply by being his vessel, destroyed Shibuya and killed countless of innocent people, ditched Yuji to make Megumi his new vessel, then sinked Megumi's soul as deep as he could in darkness in order to keep control of his body, killed Tsumiki, killed Gojo, killed Kashimo, killed Higuruma, killed Choso, almost killed Yuta and pushed him into using Kenjaku's CT to get into Gojo's body, kept praising literally everyone else but Yuji (while still trying to kill them), who he kept talking shit about instead, got pissed when Yuji showed pity and told him that he would kill every single person still left alive that Yuji cared about before finally killing him

Yuji with Sukuna at the end:

[moeblob]

Look, I rewatched all of Bravern to try and make more sense of it now that I know plot twists and stuff and honestly how does Lewis never ask anything about the cockpit that he was in for four seconds. I think he should mention it. I think he's allowed to talk about it.

[mamawasatesttube]

i went down a brief rabbit hole earlier about horribly embarrassing pet names for timkon fake marriage fic possibilities (more on this in a few days). now i present to you: the highlights from a couple of lists i found on dating websites that, yes, really, were suggesting these as potential names to call your actual real-life partner.

binky

sexy beast

mcdreamy

mcsteamy

tater tot

love professor

macho mack

schmoopy

cookie-kiss

nutter butter

hubba bubba

pickle

num nums

sheriff

sir loves-a-lot

hunk-a-lunk

little muppet

ms. luscious lips

goofo

and my personal favorite,

captain hottie pants

[hergrandplan]

(after that 'tidal waves' chapter i fear asking for this but)

'Break Me' -> Wilmon

Leave a "Break me" in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.

My dearest Jay. I am... so sorry it took me almost half a year to get to this. It kind of got lost in my inbox and then I had other things taken up my attention but hey it happens! (to me. often.)

Also because originally this was going to be longer, but as I was rereading this just now, I realized that anything I wrote after this kinda took away from the first half of the story, made it less impactful. So, after 6 months, here it is!

“Simon!” Wille shouts, pounding at the door with his fists again. His knuckles feel raw, beaten, but he keeps going, unable to stop.

His banging echoes through the gallery, loud and frantic. It’s probably, no, definitely, too loud for this time of night. He wouldn’t be surprised if a neighbor came up to him telling him to stop, or even call the police on him. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he wakes up the neighbors or the whole building or the whole fucking world. He just needs Simon to answer him.

“Simon!” he yells again, before leaning his head against the front door and stuttering out a broken ‘please’.

Wille knows he’s in there. Sure, the lights are off, and sure, no sound has come from inside the apartment, but it’s 3 am and even if he has woken Simon up, he’s probably ignoring him.

Which, all things considered, is only fair.

Wille turns around and slides down the door, his head coming to a rest against the cool wood.

It’s quiet, the peace of the night returning now that he’s no longer screaming at the top of his lungs. He’ll have to apologize to the neighbors – or the world – tomorrow. Now though, now he just wants Simon.

A warm tear tracks down the side of his face. Wille knows Simon has all the rights in the world to ignore him, but a part of him had really hoped that maybe this once, he would answer him. But why would he? Wille had lost all rights to Simon when they broke up a month ago, when they realized that this, them, simply wasn’t working anymore the way it should. The way it did.

It’s strange to think how a month ago, if he had been feeling like this, he would have just used the key Simon had given him, walked inside and crawled into bed with Simon without thinking twice. He would have wrapped his arms around Simon, squeezing him tight, and if Simon had woken up, Simon would have just turned over and smiled, maybe given him a soft kiss, a welcome home – even if both of them knew this wasn’t his home –, before drifting back to sleep.

It would’ve been so easy.

Everything used to be easier.

Wille closes his eyes and leans back against the door.

He needs Simon. He needs Simon to answer him and open up the door and just, for one night, to look at him again. Needs to hear him, see him, smell and feel him, even if it’s just one more time. Mostly, Wille needs him to hold him so he can finally fall asleep.

Wille is exhausted. His whole body feels heavy, and all he wants to do is sleep, but he can’t. Not even here, against the wood of his ex-boyfriend’s door, when his eyes are doing everything in their power to stay open, he can’t.

He lets out another truly desperate please, for no one to hear except the stars. And they don’t seem to care.

Maybe being against the door is enough. Simon has touched this door, this wood. It’s his door. Wille grimaces at how he sounds. His door. As if it could contain any piece of Simon. As if anything at all could contain the bright sun that had lit up his life for two years.

Two whole fucking years.

Wille closes his eyes, right as footsteps sound through the gallery. He doesn’t pay it much attention – it’s probably one of Simon’s neighbors coming in from a night out. Or finally that one neighbour asking him to shut up.

They’ll pass by, probably write him off as some drunken sleeper. They come closer and closer, and then,

“Wille?” Oh. That’s not some drunk neighbour. Though he hasn’t heard that voice in a month, he would recognize it anywhere. He could pick it out anywhere. Even in a crowd of thousands, he’d always find him.

Wille opens his eyes and only to find himself looking right at Simon, hovering over him, arms crossed and staring at the pathetic figure Wille must be making.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

He sounds cold, angry but Wille hears the nervous edge in his voice. Simon tries his best to hide it but Wille knows Simon. He knows what concern looks like on his face, how his brows knit together, how his jaw trembles, how his eyes ever so slightly widen. Fuck, Wille can even see his hand twitching, wanting to reach out, and Wille both wishes that he fucking would or that he wouldn’t. And he doesn’t know if he’s happy when it remains by Simon’s side, or devastated.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing that leaves Wille’s mouth, once he has finally managed to talk past the lump in this throat. It’s a thousand apologies, all at once.

I’m sorry for showing up at your doorstep like this.

I’m sorry for not leaving you alone like you asked me to.

And, of course, I’m sorry for ever hurting you.  

“What are you doing here?” Simon simply repeats, mouth now drawn in a scowl, his arms crossed, every part of him telling Wille to leave.

Fuck, Wille almost does. He’s never had Simon look at him like that, all his anger directed towards him, and it hurts. Simon used to look at him with love and adoration, as if Wille was someone worth looking at.

“I can’t sleep,” Wille admits, his voice trembling. He hates having to admit this, hates that he can’t just be normal and move on. “Please, Simon, I know it’s a lot to ask but I can’t sleep without you.”

He used to fall asleep so easily when he was with Simon. He’d gotten used to the way their bodies fit together, always touching somehow. He fell asleep so easily and quickly with Simon beside him. Now, he’s lucky if he gets a few hours.

“Can I stay here? Tonight?”

Wille braces himself, expecting Simon to send him away – he wouldn't blame him. It's a lot to ask, and Wille wishes he didn't have to ask. But he needs this – he needs sleep, and even more importantly, he needs Simon.

But then, Simon’s shoulders slump. “Sure,” he sighs, closing his eyes as if he can’t quite believe he just said yes. Wille definitely can’t believe it, but the sigh that leaves his mouth is one of utter relief. “Yes. You can stay.”

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