#i still hope you like it

[mortemain]

COSTAS MANDYLOR winking requested by @costashoffman & @fay-ix

[dogearedheart]

for the moodboards, could i have fisherman!dean and pagangod!cas? :)

[lightlycareless]

very close to finishing the new chapter:> I came back late from work so it's taking me a bit longer to do the final proofreading...

[theshippingcorner]

you. gimmie sadako x single dad reader

I've been grabbed by the throat

Seriously though can do! You get a daughter, hope that's okay.

Everyone knows the rules of Sadako and her tapes and all that, and usually those rules didn't falter. You watch the tapes, you die. That's how it always went...except for when you watched it! You'd mostly only had it because you were researching some cases tied to it and of course you didn't really buy the whole curse thing until shit started to hit the fan, the curse followed all of its usual steps right up until you were packing things up to leave, your young daughter in your Arma as she giggled a bit pointing over your shoulder,

"Daddy look! There's a lady in the tv~!"

You were *terrified*, whipping around with something in hand, prepared to I don't know, attack her or something??? But...once she was standing in the room she kind of just stopped, staring at the two of you for a bit before waddling over and reaching her arms up toward your daughter, the little girl not nearly as scared as you were as she laughed a little and leaned back in your arms to reach out to Sadako!

"Hi pretty lady~!!"

Sadako laughed a little bit, the sound a bit gurgled though she hardly seemed like a thread as she took your daughter's hands and gently pulled her from your arms to play with her...well that wasn't what you expected. You really had to sit for a moment and just watch this ghost that was supposed to be here to kill you having a grand old time letting your little girl play with her hair and put little princess bandages over her fingers where her nails should be...after a while you just kind of sat up and looked over at her.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

Sadako tilted her head, honestly looking like she was thinking before shaking her head and using sign language to communicate with you

'You have a little girl, I don't see a ring. I can't leave her alone.'

Your daughter didn't really understand what she was saying, just happily braiding and brushing her hair like it was nothing as you paused but smiled a bit.

"Ah, yeah, her mom isn't around anymore...why would a ghost care about kids though? Did you have kids?"

Sadako shook her head again softly, honestly she seemed saddened by the question...

'Can't have any. I wanted kids though.'

You gave a small understanding nod, sort of thinking about it before getting an idea...she was friendly enough with you, and if it stopped her from killing...

"You could stay here if you wanted and play mom for her?"

Your daughter and Sadako both perked up, the little girl bouncing excitedly

"She can be my mommy??"

Sadako nodded quickly, making soft happy cooing sounds as she hugged the little girl close...it made you laugh, the spirit that came to kill you and your little girl just getting along so well...it was a far better reaction than you usually got with any human women you brought home anyways. Maybe this didn't seem so bad.

"I think that we'll get along well then, welcome home Sadako~"

[beccel]

GinxSherry week #5: yokai

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[gotchibam]

Chandelure ko-fi doodle for solar!

[sergle]

the threshold has been crossed, it is now springtime!!

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[hinamie]

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[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[amamamumumumu]

This has been a most worthwhile evening 🍽

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[heavyheavycream]

PART 1 of @pokefan-fa 's huuge feederism commission!

[technically-human]

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