#i will literally go on forever about them

[arandomao3user]

Okay, so, to add after seeing the atrocious notes this post has:

FUCK YOU to every single parent saying they're a victim, every person saying parents are victims, every person saying they didn't sign up for this, actually stfu because I'm one usually to believe all opinions are valid only whatever sh—t that comes from that opened toilet seat of a mouth of yours is the equivalent to listening to Trump trying to sound knowledgeable about anything beyond golf and how far he can shove Elon Musks DICK up his rear.

Now.

I could try to baby you and sympathise with how tiring it must be, how worrying it must be, how exhausting it can be, how TERRIBLE IT IS FOR YOU that your kid didn't turn out sunshine lollipops and rainbows with no mental, physical, or neurological issues! I know it must be so hard for you in this day an age and society to be trans, queer, depressed, bed ridden, autistic, house bound, sick, paranoid, dissociating, ONLY YOU'RE NOT!

It's like if someone got their arm cut off in front of you and you start talking about how SICK IT MADE YOU FEEL, or if a trans woman was beaten in front of you and all you can think about is how uncomfortable it made YOU feel, only those can't even begin to describe what you're doing playing victim over something that you didn't choose, but you signed up for.

The second you have a kid YOU signed up for the possibility of them to be suicidal, mentally ill, trans, gay, autistic, disabled, YOU signed up for it all because it was a possibility from the moment you had sex and said "Oh yeah, I'm gonna have a baby!!!" And that was probably the only thought going through your mind if you never entertained a single possibility that said baby could be born with disabilities or gay or trans or with psychosis! For crying out loud when you have a baby you need to be prepared for the possibility they may have anger issues, may get into drugs someday, may make stupid mistakes, and you love them anyways and you don't make it about you!

YOU aren't gonna end up sick, in and out of hospitals, missing HOLIDAYS and activities because your body betrays you each and every day.

YOU aren't gonna be treated like trash by a system meant to destroy anyone not able bodied and straight and identifying with their gender at birth!

YOU ARE NOT THE VICTIM! YOU WILL NEVER BE THE VICTIM UNLESS YOU'RE SUFFERING FROM THE OPPRESSION SOCIETY AND CAPITALISM HAS INFLICTED ON EVERY QUEER, TRANS, DISABLED, MENTALLY ILL, AND REBELLIOUS INDIVIDUAL BORN INTO A WORLD THAT WAS NOT MADE FOR THEM!

I am a trans, AFAB, neurondivergent, bisexual, depressed, socially anxious, mixed POC, chronically ill + chronic pain combo meal so I feel I have a right to tell y'all to stfu about your "issues" that are literally just:

"Well, I didn't WANNA take care of the kid I made FOREVER! I thought it was just an eighteen year thing! 👉👈"

"Well, I didn't KNOW they'd wind up disabled 🙄"

"But I didn't WANT a trans/ queer kid >:/"

"Well it's hard on me that they're (insert " issue" they have with their kid)!"

Guess what?

Even if your kid is neurotypical, cis, straight, able bodied and all? You are responsible for that kid. Forever. "But—" NO! NO BUTS! YOU MADE IT! LOVE IT! YOU MADE AN ENTIRE LIFE OUT OF NOTHING! AN ENTIRE, LIVING THING!

You through a singular act created something entirely new, something beautiful, something fragile, you made that and you're telling me that you can just stop loving it? That you can add conditions to something, someone, simply because you didn't get to Build-A-Bear Workshop it???

The parents are not, nor will they ever be, the victim.

End of story.

If you had a child by choice, you:

signed up for an autistic child

signed up for a trans child

signed up for a lgbq+ child

signed up for a mentally ill child

signed up for a disabled child

signed up for a child with "conditions"

signed up for a rebellious child

signed up for a kid. in any way, shape, or form of being, it's your child, and you signed up for it.

And you are not:

the victim in any of these fucking situations for gods sake

[duvetchico]

tiny human

summary when y/n’s sister has to leave town for a few days, she asks y/n to babysit her toddler niece. jimin is unreasonably excited and becomes mom of the year overnight. y/n? y/n is spiraling because holy shit she’s in love.

genre extreme domestic fluff / baby fever / established relationship

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

masterlist.

when your sister first asks you to babysit your niece for a few days, you panic.

when your girlfriend hears about it, she sprints into the room yelling, “YES. FINALLY. GIVE ME THE BABY.”

you blink. “jimin, she’s two.”

“perfect age. chaotic. teething. developing opinions. i’m ready for battle.”

day one.

you’re half-asleep in the living room. your niece is sitting on jimin’s lap, watching cocomelon like it’s crack cocaine. jimin is—get this—singing along.

you stare at them. jimin catches your eye, grins, and mouths, “i’m gonna cry she’s so small.”

you melt.

jimin whispers to your niece, “between you and me, your aunt’s kinda dramatic.”

“am not,” you say, standing there with your arms crossed.

your niece stares at you.

jimin deadpans: “you cried during madagascar 2 last week.”

“SHUT UP IT WAS EMOTIONAL.”

later that night, your niece falls asleep on jimin’s chest while they’re coloring. jimin doesn’t move for two hours.

“baby,” you whisper, nudging her. “you can put her down.”

“no. she trusts me. she chose me. this is my child now.”

the next day,

you try to feed your niece.

she throws her broccoli.

you sigh. “i don’t think she wants it—”

“give me a sec,” jimin says. she turns to the toddler. “listen. you don’t gotta like it. but your tiny body needs this green tree. eat the tree and i’ll give you two strawberries after.”

the child pauses. grabs the broccoli. eats it.

you stare. “how did you do that.”

“i’m a milf,” she says proudly. “mentally intelligent loving figure.”

you spit out your juice.

evening.

your niece has a meltdown because she can’t find her stuffed bunny.

jimin, already wrapped in a weighted blanket on the couch, RISES LIKE A WARRIOR and says, “DON’T WORRY. I GOT THIS.”

twenty minutes later, jimin returns victorious, holding the bunny like mufasa presenting simba. your niece cheers. jimin takes a dramatic bow.

you lean against the doorway, arms crossed. “you’re kinda good at this.”

she grins at you. “so you agree. we should have three.”

“three what—”

“babies.”

“OH MY GOD—”

day three.

the power goes out during a thunderstorm. your niece gets scared and starts crying. before you can even reach her, jimin’s already scooping her up, whispering softly, kissing her forehead.

you watch from the doorway.

“do you think you’ll ever want kids?” you ask her later, curled up on the couch.

jimin blinks at you. “with you? one thousand percent. ten. a dozen. let’s build a football team.”

you laugh, face burning. “jimin.”

“seriously,” she says, pulling you closer. “you’d be such a good mom, baby. watching you this week? made me love you even more.”

you bury your face in her neck, hiding your red ears.

“stop. you’re embarrassing me.”

she kisses your head. “too bad. you’re mine forever. our future kids are stuck with us.”

later, when your niece is asleep, you wrap your arms around jimin from behind.

“i just like being around you,” she murmurs. “and this made me realize… i want all of it. the screaming. the cuddles. the stupid cartoons.”

she turns to face you. “i want a tiny you running around.”

you nearly explode on the spot.

last day.

your sister comes to pick her up.

your niece doesn’t want to leave. she hugs jimin like she’s saying goodbye to her favorite disney character.

jimin tears up a little. you do too.

“we’ll see you soon, okay?” she says, kneeling in front of her.

your niece nods. and then she says, “bye mama two.”

you and jimin freeze.

your sister chokes.

jimin turns into literal glass.

you whisper, “you okay?”

“i’m in shambles. i need to go cry in the laundry room.”

later that night.

you’re lying in bed. jimin’s on her phone, scrolling through baby clothing like she’s online shopping for fun.

“you want matching overalls?” she asks.

“for us?”

“for our future spawn.”

you throw a pillow at her. “you’re insane.”

she giggles, catching the pillow and tossing it back.

“and you love it.”

you do. god, you do.

[faithsmadhouse]

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen with Christian’s daughter or Helmut’s Granddaughter. A fuck you to Red Bull literally

No one has to know||Max Verstappen x Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (Y/N Marko)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content: M/F, M/M, M/M/F threesome, Double penetration Power dynamics / mild Dom/Sub themes Light choking / breath play Oral sex (receiving & giving, M & F) Marking Possessive behavior Secret relationship Mentions of family tension (Helmut Marko) Discussion of retirement and identity crisis (Daniel) Emotional vulnerability / aftercare

Word count—2434

A/n — this has been sitting in my inbox since the 21st of December I’ve finally finished it 😭😭😭

The low hum of the city below was muffled by the thick glass of Max’s penthouse windows. The Monaco skyline glittered, casting a soft glow over the living room, where a half-finished bottle of wine rested on the table, and laughter still lingered in the air.

Y/N sat curled between Max and Daniel on the plush sectional sofa, her legs draped over Daniel’s lap while Max’s fingers lazily trailed along her thigh. There was something about nights like this stolen, quiet, hidden in the dark that made everything burn hotter.

“You’re not going to be able to keep this quiet forever,” Daniel murmured, his voice low and full of heat, but teasing.

Y/N smirked, her head tilting back onto Max’s shoulder. “Helmut doesn’t exactly follow gossip blogs.”

“Still…” Max’s hand slid further up her leg, under the hem of her oversized Red Bull tee his, of course until his fingers brushed the edge of lace. “You do like testing fate.”

“Maybe I just like testing you.”

Max’s gaze snapped down to her, and something flickered behind his eyes dark, hungry. Daniel’s fingers tightened on her calf at the same time, his grin widening.

“Oh, you’ve definitely got a death wish,” Daniel said, leaning in, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “Max gets possessive when you talk like that.”

Max didn’t deny it. He just kissed her slow and deep, while his hand slipped between her legs, pressing the heat of his palm against the soaked lace. Y/N gasped into his mouth, only for the sound to be swallowed by Daniel’s lips replacing his, a seamless shift that made her dizzy.

The taste of wine, Max, and Daniel all tangled on her tongue as Max kissed his way down her neck, pushing the shirt up and over her head. His mouth found her chest while Daniel’s hand slid behind her neck, keeping her gaze on him, on the glint in his eye as he dipped down and captured her lips again.

“You’re so good like this,” Daniel whispered, kissing down her jaw. “All soft. All ours.”

Max hummed against her skin in agreement. “She likes when we take our time.”

“But you don’t always,” Daniel muttered, and there was a look something electric between them. A smirk from Daniel. A sharp flash in Max’s eyes.

Y/N felt the shift in the air before it happened.

Max pulled back and looked at Daniel. “You gonna keep teasing or are you going to show her how good you taste?”

Daniel raised a brow but didn’t hesitate. He leaned over, crashing his mouth against Max’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Y/N’s breath hitched as she watched, heat coiling low in her belly. There was tongue and teeth, fingers curling into fabric, and tension that had clearly been simmering between the two of them far longer than they admitted.

Max pulled back, just enough to speak his voice low and dark. “Watch closely, lieverd. We want you squirming.”

Y/N didn’t think she could not watch, not when Daniel’s hand slid over Max’s thigh, fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. Max hissed, tilting his head back, and Daniel took advantage mouth on his throat, sucking, biting lightly, just to make him groan.

It was almost too much.

Almost.

And then Max was tugging Daniel back by the collar, dragging him into another filthy kiss, before glancing back at Y/N his voice like velvet and smoke.

“Your turn,” he said, eyes burning. “On your knees.”

She slid off the couch without a word, heart pounding and thighs clenched. The silk of the rug met her bare knees as she knelt before them, already stripped down to nothing but her panties. Max stayed seated, legs spread wide, the golden city light haloing his figure while Daniel lounged beside him, flushed and smirking.

“God, you look good like that,” Daniel murmured, brushing her hair off her face, fingers lingering at her jaw.

“She always does,” Max said, voice low. He let his hand drift lazily over her chest, thumb brushing her nipple. “But tonight, I think you want to be used, hm?”

Y/N’s breath caught. She looked between them Daniel’s teasing warmth, Max’s simmering intensity and nodded.

Max’s lips quirked. “Words.”

“Yes. I want it.”

Max shifted forward, his fingers curling under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

Her lips parted, heat pooling in her stomach. “You. Both of you.”

“Good girl,” Max whispered.

Daniel chuckled. “I think she’s being too good. Makes me want to ruin her a little.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together instinctively. Max’s eyes darkened as he watched.

“Take your panties off,” Max commanded.

She obeyed slowly, letting the lace glide down her legs, adding to the tension until she was completely bare before them.

Daniel leaned forward, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck, look at her. Dripping and we haven’t even touched her properly yet.”

Max stood, towering over her, then gave Daniel a look. “You want to make her beg first, or should I?”

Daniel grinned, then leaned close to whisper in her ear. “You decide, baby. Want Max’s fingers or my mouth first?”

Y/N’s voice trembled. “Daniel. Your mouth.”

That grin turned wicked.

She barely had time to steady herself before Daniel had her flat on her back, dragging her closer by the hips. His mouth was on her immediately hot, slow, and maddening. His tongue traced over her folds, teasing, never giving her quite enough, while Max knelt behind her head, pulling her up against his thighs.

“You can be loud,” Max said, stroking her hair. “We’re high up. No one will hear you scream.”

And she nearly did when Daniel sucked her clit into his mouth, one hand gripping her thigh, the other teasing at her entrance. His tongue worked her like he’d memorized every spot that made her tremble. She gasped, eyes fluttering open only to find Max unzipping his pants.

“You’re not getting off yet,” Max murmured. “But you are going to be useful.”

He guided himself to her mouth, dragging the tip of his cock along her lips. “Open.”

She obeyed instantly, tasting the salt of his skin, the weight of him heavy on her tongue. Max groaned low in his throat, threading his fingers in her hair as he rocked into her mouth.

Below, Daniel slipped two fingers into her, curling them just right, mouth still latched to her clit. The combination was overwhelming. Max’s cock filling her mouth, Daniel’s fingers stroking her inside, tongue relentless it was too much. She moaned around Max, eyes squeezing shut, thighs shaking as her orgasm slammed into her.

Max pulled out with a hiss just as her cry was muffled against his thigh. “Fuck, she’s perfect like this.”

Daniel pulled back, his lips and chin glistening, pupils blown wide. “Let me have her,” he said, voice thick with want.

Max’s smirk was dark. “Not yet.”

Then he turned to Y/N. “Your turn.”

She blinked up at him, breath still shaky. “M-My turn?”

Max leaned in, eyes glinting. “Make him lose control. You know how.”

Daniel chuckled, letting himself fall back onto the couch again, arms wide. “You heard the man.”

The shift was electric. One second she was their plaything, the next she was crawling toward Daniel with hunger in her eyes. She straddled him, grinding down on the bulge in his jeans as her fingers worked to undo his zipper.

Daniel’s hands gripped her hips tightly. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

“Your fault,” she whispered, before sliding down and taking him into her mouth.

Max stayed standing, watching like a king admiring his empire stroking himself slowly as Y/N hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head in Daniel’s lap, tongue working him just right. Daniel groaned, head falling back.

“Shit—she’s better every time.”

Y/N didn’t stop, not even when Max circled behind her and bent down, hand spreading her open from behind. She gasped around Daniel when Max pressed two fingers back into her.

“Can you take both of us tonight?” Max murmured against her back, breath hot. “One in your mouth, one in your pussy. Then we’ll see if you’re good enough to ride us both.”

Daniel let out a choked laugh. “Now that’s what I call teamwork.”

Y/N moaned her answer, overwhelmed and blissed out.

Y/N was glowing flushed, slick, lips swollen from sucking Daniel off, and back arched from Max’s fingers still inside her. But the shift was already happening. The second Max pulled back to watch her work Daniel’s cock, she sat up on her knees, dragging her fingers down Daniel’s chest and staring Max dead in the eye.

“My turn.”

Daniel chuckled breathlessly. “Oh, she’s dangerous when she gets like this.”

Max didn’t move. He just raised a brow, intrigued.

Y/N rose, slow and confident, and straddled Max’s lap. She took his cock in her hand, dragged the head through her folds, and sank down with a breathy moan ompletely in control.

Max let out a growl, hands gripping her hips, head falling back as she rocked into him. “Fucking—Y/N.”

“You said you wanted to watch me take him, right?” she whispered, leaning forward, biting his earlobe. “But now I want you both.”

From the couch, Daniel sat up, eyes dark, hungry. “Shit. I think I’m in love.”

She turned her head, meeting Daniel’s gaze as she rode Max slowly, teasingly. “Then come prove it.”

It didn’t take long. Daniel was behind her in seconds, kissing down her spine, hands rough and possessive as he spread her open. Max was fully sheathed inside her, and the idea of both of them filling her, owning her sent a fresh wave of heat spiraling through her.

“Ready?” Daniel murmured against her neck.

She nodded, voice trembling but sure. “I want it. I want both of you.”

Max’s grip tightened, his voice a low warning. “Tell us if it’s too much.”

But she just smirked, eyes wicked. “You can’t break me.”

The stretch was slow Daniel taking his time, his cock pressing in alongside Max’s and she gasped, pleasure sharp and overwhelming. Max was already shaking under her, jaw clenched. Daniel groaned behind her, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

“Fuck, baby. You’re unreal.”

She whimpered, body twitching, caught in the fullness, the way they moved together each thrust measured, building up until she couldn’t tell whose moan was whose. Hands everywhere Daniel on her breasts, Max on her throat, her thighs trembling from being stretched to her limit.

Then something shifted again.

Max grabbed her jaw and kissed her hard, dominating her mouth while Daniel reached around and circled her clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles.

“You thought you were in control,” Max whispered darkly. “That was cute.”

Daniel bit down on her shoulder, a soft growl. “But now it’s our turn.”

And then they took her.

Thrusts quickened, their rhythm brutal and perfect, each stroke dragging fire through her veins. She was sobbing with pleasure, body barely holding up, nails digging into Max’s shoulders as her second orgasm crashed through her louder, rawer, leaving her boneless.

But they didn’t stop.

Max was the first to fall apart, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her with a deep, broken groan. Daniel followed moments later, pulling her back against him as he came, biting down on her shoulder to muffle the noise.

All of them stilled.

Breathing ragged. Sweat-slicked. Bodies shaking.

Y/N let out a dazed laugh as she collapsed between them, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I can’t believe I have to face Helmut at family dinner tomorrow.”

Daniel chuckled against her neck. “If he finds out what we did to his granddaughter, I’m a dead man.”

Max’s arm curled around her waist. “Then we better make tonight worth it.”

The bedroom was quiet now, wrapped in a blanket of gold light and cooling skin. Y/N lay nestled between them, Max’s arm draped over her waist, Daniel close on her other side, one leg tangled with hers like he had no plans of letting go.

For a long time, no one spoke.

Daniel was the first to break the silence, voice low and scratchy. “I missed this.”

Y/N turned her head slightly, eyes fluttering open. “What—sex?”

He gave a soft, lazy laugh. “Well, yeah. But… more than that. I missed this. Being in the middle of something that makes me feel alive.”

Max’s hand rubbed slow circles into Y/N’s side. “You are in the middle of something. Right here.”

“I know.” Daniel paused, then shrugged a little. “It’s just weird sometimes. Not being part of the circus anymore. Watching from the outside. I thought I’d feel lighter after retiring but there’s this itch under my skin. Like I left a piece of myself out there on the track.”

Y/N reached for his hand without thinking, lacing her fingers with his. “You didn’t leave anything behind, Dan. You gave all of it. And we—” she glanced between them, “we still want you. Need you.”

Max nodded, chin resting on her shoulder. “You’re still you. Still the annoying, loud-mouthed, overly affectionate pain in the ass we love.”

Daniel snorted, but his smile was softer now. “Careful, Verstappen. Sounds like you’re getting sentimental.”

“Must be the post-orgasm haze.”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a laugh and squeezed Daniel’s hand tighter. “You’re still part of this world. Even if you’re not behind the wheel anymore. You’re still ours.”

The way Daniel looked at her then like she’d just peeled away the last layer of doubt made her chest ache.

He leaned in, pressed a kiss to her temple, then shifted to rest his head against her collarbone. “If Helmut ever finds out I’m sleeping with his granddaughter, he’s gonna take a tire iron to my knees.”

Max didn’t miss a beat. “You’re retired anyway. He’d be doing the grid a favor.”

“Rude,” Daniel mumbled into Y/N’s skin, but he was smiling again. “Maybe I should’ve picked a safer post-career hobby. Like beekeeping.”

Y/N giggled. “You’d flirt with the bees.”

“Flirt with anything that buzzes,” Max added, smirking.

They dissolved into quiet laughter, their limbs tangled, heat still radiating between them but softer now, slower. Y/N let her eyes drift shut, the weight of their bodies anchoring her, the warmth of their affection so thick she could sink into it.

And just before sleep started to claim her, she heard Daniel whisper—

“I don’t know what this is, but I don’t want to lose it.”

Max’s hand tightened on her waist. “You won’t.”

[queer-scots-geordie-dyke]

Can I just rant for a second? My dash is FULL of people saying “Don’t by this new game because Microsoft is under BDS boycott!!!” and dear G-d I am so sick of it. Not only is it performative as hell as all things BDS are but Microsoft owns everything and this is going to accomplish nothing. Apparently people are barred from even playing Minecraft “according” to BDS because Microsoft owns the developer. And I’m just sitting here like. You are making yourselves miserable. People are talking about how they can’t wait to play Minecraft again or this new Oblivion remake when the boycott is over or in a “divested future”. It’s not going to happen. You are accomplishing nothing and this will accomplish nothing. It will last forever and you are going to eternally make yourselves miserable by depriving yourselves of the things you enjoy (BDS knew what they were doing, they specifically targeted games apparently and Minecraft is the world’s most popular game) and you will do nothing but make yourselves miserable and annoy literally everyone around you and treat them like pariahs if they DARE step out of line with your ideology. I’m so annoyed. Half the people I know are buying into this.

BDS really has to be some of the most performative, useless 'activism' ever. It makes people think they're doing something worthwhile but achieving absolutely nothing of value. In fact, they've done more harm to Palestinians than good in that they encourage boycotts of Israeli companies that employ Palestinians, so all they're doing is depriving people they supposedly care about of their livelihoods. I've curated my dash to such an extent that thankfully I see absolutely none of their bullshit.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hi, so I'm not really sure how to ask this idk, it feels very personal and maybe tmi, and I guess it depends on one's level of bottom dysphoria, but basically, do you (or anyone else who wants to share) have any advice or anything with how to cope with having to go through a physical exam for bottom stuff/ a pap smear for the first time?

I'm asking this as someone who has and always has had severe bottom dysphoria to the point that I've never done anything with those parts and literally never even touched myself. I've just lived painfully aware that I have that stuff but simultaneously pretending as much as possible that I don't. So just the thought of "having to" get that done, being touched there by someone etc, makes me sick and gives me anxiety and I just full on do not want to do that. Ever. But apparently I have to if I'm ever gonna get a hysto, which I really really want.

So now I just feel like it's lose/lose. Either I have to let someone touch me in a way that just thinking about me makes me sick, or I can never get a part of transition that I've been wanting forever since I was kid and learned about my anatomy.

And I just.. mentally, emotionally, physically in every way just really don't know how to deal with that.

I guess it's not that big of a deal for people who don't have bottom dysphoria or not that much of it, and honestly sometimes I feel kinda alone (and almost guilty? Like it's wrong somehow?) in how extremely uncomfortable I am with bottom stuff compared to how I've seen other people be chill with it, but yeah.. idk what to do or how to cope with this.

Don't feel bad about feeling bad -- I may like my dick, but that hole gives me panic attacks and I'm not looking forward to my own exam coming up soon. I worry every time that I am going to kick someone in the face by accident. :/

A pelvic exam/pap is not required to begin HRT, but you will need one for most hystos. Plus, it's just good preventative care. Also, if you are young enough, get your HPV vaccine (a 2 shot series, iirc) to help prevent cervical cancer.

Things that have helped me during gyn exams:

Take the entire day off, if you can. Have a treat set up for after your appointment.

Go with a friend, if possible. They may not be able to be with you in the exam room, but they can at least drive you and wait for you.

Be firm that this is hard for you and anything they can do to make it easier will be helpful.

Put your shirt back on after the breast exam. I don't take "no" for an answer here. Having an extra bit of clothing on makes me feel better.

Ask for the "pediatric" speculum -- it's smaller and won't hurt as bad. Insist on it.

Have something you can grip to take your focus off below.

If they want to do a sonogram, refuse the transvaginal one. Do it the old fashioned way, which will require drinking a lot of water. They can deal.

Don't be embarrassed if your self-care afterwards requires crying, or similar. This is an exhausting thing to do, no matter how brave a face you put on in the exam room. I usually just crawl back into bed to sleep it off.

Above all, never take comments like "just man up" or whatever from the medical team. If that happens, be mean back, or simply get up, get dressed, and leave. Find someone else if you have to.

Scripts I have used. Workshop your own and practice them:

"This is my first time. I'm worried this will be a very uncomfortable exam physically and emotionally for me and I would appreciate anything you can do to make it easier. It helps me if you explain everything as we go."

"I do not have penetrative sex, so would like to try the smallest speculum lubed up best you can."

"I am going to put my shirt back on. It will help me be calmer for the rest of the exam."

If they are rude: "You are being unkind and I will walk out of here and find another provider if this attitude continues."

If they insist on a transvag sonogram: "I will only do an external sonogram. We can schedule it another day for me to prep, or give me time to drink the necessary water." (This is hard, btw -- it is enough water to make you vomit.)

Do whatever mental larping you need to do to get through it all. It's important to psych yourself up so you can control as much as possible. Remember, you can stop things whenever you want. If they are mean, all bets are off.

If you're like me, it will suck, but please try not to put it off. But getting through it means you can tackle anything else related to transition, should you go that route. Seriously, if you can do this, you are fucking golden. Take care. <3

(Additional stories/advice are welcome from folks, being trans masc not required!)

[lasbiarez]

Modern fem one sided jiuyuan AU where liushen are in an established relationship and Shen Jiu wants to get with Shen Yuan (any most means necessary) while everyone keeps telling her that's a bad idea. She doesn't listen to them and commences operation "There are worse things than being a homewrecker"

What she doesn't take into account is that Shen Yuan is dense as hell (also thinks she's into men SOMEHOW) and any seduction from Shen Jiu gets brushed off

Shen Yuan, walking in on a naked Shen Jiu: Oh shit— Sorry!!! I didn't know you were changing!!!

Shen Jiu: You can stay

Shen Yuan, thinking Shen Jiu needs help dressing up: I didn't know you had troubles with the zippers, ofc I can help with that

Liu Qingge mentions the behaviour ONCE for Shen Yuan to say "huh? Yeah, she's such a good friend. I should set her up with one of my guy friends, maybe she'll like that!" and Liu Qingge is so confident about Shen Yuan's lack of romantic and/or sexual awareness (having experienced it first hand) that she doesn't have to do anything about Shen Jiu. Liu Qingge is a little bit smug and very delighted by it

Every failed scheme Shen Jiu wallows sadly in the dark while thinking of other ways to seduce Shen Yuan like a supervillain. What she gets kinda right is that she wants Shen Yuan to come to her willingly, so no attempt to permanently get rid of Liu Qingge (murder or blackmail is not allowed) or forcing Shen Yuan to get with her through coercion or the likes

She has an evil board in her room detailing her super secret plan to take Shen Yuan on the best date she will ever experience and leave that stinky brute Liu Qingge behind in the dust crying and alone. Yue Qingyuan—her roommate—is very concerned, especially since Shen Jiu brainstorms scheme ideas at her and kinda looks like she's losing it bit by bit every day. Yue Qingyuan is mostly hoping Shen Jiu will get tired of it one day and move on (she doesn't)

Yue Qingyuan: You know, Xiao Jiu... maybe... at this point you should give it a rest? Take some time for yourself...

Shen Jiu, staring intently at her board: You're in a relationship so you don't get to say anything

Yue Qingyuan: It's just concerning, if you want to date someone that badly there's still plenty of fish in the sea! I can set you up with—

Shen Jiu: I don't WANT other fish in the sea! I want— *slams a picture of Shen Yuan she has in her pocket onto the board* —her

The seduction happens often enough that literally everyone other than Shen Yuan can kinda tell what's going on here. Shen Jiu hides the attempts very well, she's just less better at hiding her frustration after it inevitably fails

Oh and Shen Jiu doesn't get with Shen Yuan in the end btw, she's just like this forever

—until the last act where Shen Jiu finds out she's aromantic the whole time and wants Shen Yuan because she's insecure about her position as a friend in Shen Yuan's circle, not realising she can be good friends with Shen Yuan even if Shen Yuan's in a relationship with Liu Qingge. I love amatonormativity /s

[twyudai]

pls soft dom jo ik everyone sees him as a sub but i will forever defend shy soft dom jo. just imagine yapping about ur day to him but he cant seem to focus when all his focus is on the way how your lips move...

📬 i stand firmly on the soft!dom jo agenda—he reminds me of a lover boy who dates to marry and not for fun. i can see why people think he’s a sub but but he gives me soft puppy boyfriend. i also write predominant dom!idol so that could also be my daddy issues talking + jo is my top 3 so. i’m gonna enjoy writing this one.

he’d be staring so hard. listening to you, or not. throwing it random ‘damn really?’ or the iconic ‘oh wow,’. “yeah and then the manager, comes to her and it’s like a whole thing. she literally curses the manager out! i mean i understand but damn girl now you don’t have a job.” you laughed, rambling to your boyfriend like you did everyday after a hard day of working—but it was something about today.

joist couldn’t seem to focus on the topic at hand, the conversation. the way your curled up next to him with his hands placed on your legs. in which he’d placed over his lap when you both finished settling down for the night. “and she so annoying jo, seriously.. it just gets to a point.. i should probably start looking for another job.” he watched your lips, your eyebrows when the furrowed from talking about what was going on—how pretty you looked for him right now.

“baby,” jo blurted, his finger rubbed circles over your thigh, ghosting them “you know i love hearing you talk… but you’re sitting here looking like this.” his eyes were dark, the energy in the room changed just in an instant. “this good.. how could you expect me to focus so well?” he moved closer, placing a kiss on your jaw, you let a smile form on your lips. “shut up…” you muttered playfully.

but jo made his way between your legs, resting his body there as he kissed your lips, softly. with intent. and of course you’d melt underneath him—kissing him back with quickness because missing out on that would not be an option. “keep talking baby,” he whispered, lips moving down your neck—his hands slipping underneath his your shirt.

“well..” you felt his hand brush across your chest. rubbing your nipple and kneading your breasts, eyes fluttering shut. “i-.. i.” -/ “you what? what happens next baby?” you were lost in his touch. the way his fingers dragged so carefully and softly across your chest, like he was scared he’d break you. his hand began traveling south.

it was like you knew to spread your legs a little wider, bending the knee gently as his hands slipped into your panties. that could be another reason why he was so distracted, you weren’t wearing any bottoms—nor were you wearing a bra. you were ready for bedtime, but not on jo’s watch. once he felt your hips buckle under him—he knew he had you.

fingers pressing down on your clit, he gave them small rubs in circles. cutting your breath short—getting caught in the back of your throat. the soft padding of his long finger always sent you places—places you love visiting. because when no touched you it felt real.. like he could take his time with you and not worry about either of you getting bored.

“that’s it baby, those pretty sounds..” he listened to your moans, ears next to your mouth. was it a reach to say jo (or you) has a voice kink. and it was so obvious, the minute you’d start talking—your voice would drip down his ear, or down his chest. and sometimes he just could help but get hard—cock twitching in his boxers. feening to be touched.

jo slips one finger into you, earning a gasp from you, which sent him over the edge. “you’re doing so well for me..” he added another finger, a drawn out moan slipping. louder than before. it was deliberate—every thrust and curl of his fingers we feel and meant something. and when his thumb rubbed your clit—you were heaven sent.

“oh my god..” you whispered, fingers lightly digging into his wrists. back lightly arching off the couch. he stared at you, eyes dark but filled with pure love and lust for you. he looked at you like a fine china, handling you carefully and delicately. “r..right there.” your whimpers grow shakier, your hand gripping his hoodie, head buried against his neck as he keeps you close, murmuring praise right into your skin.

the sounds of your soaked, sopping cunt is what really sent him. the wet sound of your cunt, his wet fingers dipping in and out repeatedly—oh god jo was in love with every part of you.

biting my fist… that should be ME.

[notyournecromancer]

UGH YOUR FIC YOUR FIC YOUR FIC I COULD TALK ABT IT FOR HOURS ISTG. KEVIN DAY ☹️ YOU MAKE ME SO EMOTIONAL ☹️ KEVIN AND WYMACK ANWJDJAIAJBDDJQIJSDBSHA I AM SO SO SO NOT NORMAL ABT KEVIN AND WYMACK THEIR LIL PHONE CALL ☹️ LITERALLY MADE ME CRY I LOVE DADMACK ☹️ every single interaction between them makes me sob. AND THEN UGH KEVIN AND JEAN. THEY MAKE ME SICKKK TO MY STOMACH. the way their souls are intertwined. the way they get each other without even saying anything. they way they love one another. "With Jean, it was different. They had an expiry date before they’d even begun." OH IM SICKKKKK THIS FELT LIKE A PUNCH TO THE STOMACH I CANT EVEN ☹️☹️☹️ they're so tragic give me 1030494 of them right now. AND "For all the ways touch had been used against him, Jean was always so good at communicating with it. Kevin marvelled for a moment at the miraculousness of that." THIS???? HOW COULD YOU JUST WRITE AND MOVE ON ☹️☹️ jean moreau you are so so caring and loving and gentle and soft and oh “I will be here with you.” oh ☹️☹️☹️ you have so much love in you jean moreau you don't even know ☹️ and neil. “You know, you’re a real dick sometimes.” OF COURSE THE FIRST THING HE SAYS TO KEVIN IS THAT. OF COURSE. he's a menace but i love him nonetheless. SORRY IM DONE QUOTINH YOUR OWN FIC TO YOU THIS THE LAST ONE

"What Aaron had done instead was carefully flex his fingers in return. Like he was testing something.

Like he’d wanted to test it out for quite some time." ☹️☹️☹️ they are so soft ☹️☹️☹️what if i start ugly crying bc of them rn what then ☹️☹️☹️

jean moreau is a LOVERBOY. you get it. YOU GET IT. that man has trudged through hell, dragged his feet and stepped into the sunshine because HE DESERVES A GENTLE LIFE.

i want him to have a gentle life and a vibrant, beautiful love. with jeremy knox. amen.

okay here’s the thing about kevjean. i am a firm believer that they will always love each other. kevin and jean were each others solace and safety and they loved each other fiercely, i think. i definitely believe they were “together” but it was never a forever thing. the same way neil is jeans misplaced forever partner or whatever, kevin was jeans misplaced forever love. wrong person right time. that kinda thing. i am so weird about them.

i think there’s something so wonderfully hopeful about the two of them holding each other in the mud and then finding each other again in the light. their relationship is different but it will always have the “once we were this” thrumming under the surface.

and as for neil josten. ohohohoo that boy is a MENACE you’re so right. like in any universe, in any au, that chaotic ginger shithead is going to haunt the narrative with his “you know, i get it” energy. i adore him.

alright i’ll shut up now but thank you so much for this you have no idea how lovely this was to read. i’m off to have a cry about it 🫶🏽

[princelysnape]

a marauders analysis (or why i don't give a shit james potter died)

WARNING: this post does not have the pretension of convincing marauders fans that their faves have shitty personalities. if anything i say comes off as rude or insensitive, it was intended that way. you can stay, or you can kindly fuck off.

i honestly can't believe i have to do this, but here we go. my two cents about the four little pricks.

let's start by acknowledging that the marauders had a clear hierarchy of power and influence within their own group. whether it was ever officially stated or not, we know james potter was their leader and main perpetrator, followed by his lapdog sirius black, the forever-cowardly remus lupin, and the rat.

and it's no coincidence they're arranged this way. potter and black are the pureblood heirs of two of the richest and most powerful families in the harry potter universe. their surnames enter the room before they do, every time. meanwhile, lupin and pettigrew are nobodies, merely their shadows.

keeping that in mind, it's easy to see how they turned out the way they did. there's an arrogance and entitlement that can only come from money and the certainty that you're untouchable. dealing with them meant dealing with their families. which means that, despite their many pranks, continuous bullying, an episode of sexual assault, and infamously, an assassination attempt, they were never expelled.

imagine being lupin or pettigrew throughout all this. they're definitely not innocent—but if they ever tried to cut ties, who's to say potter and black wouldn't have turned on them? no, it was safer to have their protection. and in lupin's case, their secrecy. not very brave or honorable of them, though.

so first point: they were privileged, rich assholes.

they were also cruel and downright abusive to anything they considered "other." And I do mean severus, yes, but also evans (constantly harassed by potter for most of her school years), kreacher (whom sirius always treated like shit due to his servitude and his death eater brother), slytherin house as a whole (though probably targeted half-bloods and muggleborns more, since attacking a pureblood meant fucking with their family), and the unnamed victims referenced in the books.

always good to remember that potter and black grew up being spoon-fed blood purity rhetoric and anti-muggle sentiment, ideas that define wizarding society. even the "progressive" characters say shit sometimes. so it's not a stretch to say they redirected their hate toward more palatable victims to keep their moral high ground intact.

and whether their victims "deserved" it or not, it's disturbing how much glee they took in humiliating people. the other two less so (as far as we know), but they were complicit. black literally used lupin's condition to try to get another student killed—proof he didn't give a single shit about consequences, or about exposing his so-called friend to imprisonment or death.

so second point: they were prejudiced, sadistic, and always covered up for each other's fucked-up behavior.

which brings me to the third point: they had pack mentality. you know that one male friend group where one guy is clearly satan in a varsity jacket and the rest just nod along? or worse, follow his lead? the kind of group that makes you cross the street frantically avoiding eye contact? that's the marauders.

if harry potter wasn't written for a younger audience, i'm convinced at least one of them would have a rape allegation. but their friends would vouch for them, and the victim would be dismissed.

some might argue they "changed" or "grew up," but that's just not true. potter pretended to change for evans, but he was still bullying severus behind her back. black never pretended in the first place, and neither did lupin or pettigrew. then potter died, black went to azkaban, lupin disappeared into the ether, and pettigrew lived as a literal rat for twelve years. not a lot of room for personal growth, if you ask me.

so yeah, arguments like "he asked dumbledore to save lily, but not her husband and kid!" or "it’s his fault harry doesn't have a father!!!" don't really move me. good riddance. getting betrayed by his rat friend was exactly what he deserved—no more, no less. It's a shame a kid got caught in the crossfire, but honestly, how would harry have turned out if he were raised by potter? probably insufferable.

that's it. a word of wisdom from your prince.

[dandelionsresilience]

I’m rlly hope im not bothering u but i just…need an ear to listen/a shoulder to cry on.

I’m so exhausted. Idk if I’ll even be able to play Minecraft anymore due to everything going on which sucks cuz this game was a huge part of my childhood and brought me a bit of peace after the election last year when I started playing to distract myself i haven’t played it for awhile ago even before the BDS announced the boycott. I keep seeing ppl that it’s still fine to play the game offline and just not spend any money on it(which is something I am doing and do plan on 🏴‍☠️ the movie) and seeing ppl saying they opposite which is making me super confused and being scared to death to even touch the game and for all we know Palestine probably won’t be free in my lifetime(or never) along with Microsoft not pulling out of supporting isreal, sellers for jfashion and anime merch I like have stopped shipping to the US and idk how long it’ll be temporary for or if it’ll be forever, Trump says he wants to run for a third term, everything keeps getting more expensive, I now have to fear ghe possibility getting round up and thrown into a camp/asylum and or be experimented on or killed thanks to RFK jr making a few disease tracking thingy for autism, and I know I need to hold onto hope and keep fighting but everything overall just keeps getting so much more worse and not better and everyday I resent anti voters and third party voters who willingly chose not to vote blue and refusing to prevent all of this from happening(even if Trump did cheat theyre still asswipes)…

I can’t believe I have to share the same planet with these wastes of oxygen. I’m so exhausted..I’m so tired..part of me wishes I should’ve died on election night cuz at least then I wouldn’t be going through this endless loop of pain and despair and watching as everything slowly crumbles around me. I just want it all to end. I’m so tired. I’m tired seeing everything fall apart with nothing improving whatsoever majorly. Why did my parents bring me into this world? I wish i hadn’t been born at all

thank you for reaching out! it’s completely normal to feel afraid and hopeless under these circumstances, you’re definitely not alone in that. I’m so sorry it’s affecting you like this. the thing I’m good at online is providing resources, so for a more sympathetic shoulder to cry on, please consider contacting a “warmline” - like a hotline, but for less urgent situations.

“the primary ask from organizers [of the Microsoft boycott] is to help deprive Microsoft of revenue.” simply playing a game that you already own does not generate revenue, as long as you avoid microtransactions. don’t give them money, and if it doesn’t have ads, you’re good. they literally don’t even know if you’re playing offline, so there’s no possible way they could benefit. plus, I would argue that if participating in a boycott would harm you (eg. making you “scared to death” to play a game you love), the difference one individual will make to the cause does not outweigh your personal wellbeing - but again, just playing the game is compliant with the boycott’s goal of impeding revenue

for merch that’s no longer sold in the US, you can try Etsy, thrift shops, or making your own.

as an Autistic person myself, I’m also worried about what RFK’s statements could lead to. I would recommend that anyone not yet diagnosed should postpone seeking diagnosis until after this administration and its policies end, just to be on the safe side. while diagnosis can of course be beneficial, the only “treatment” that many insurance companies will cover is ABA, which is known to be abusive and traumatizing (TW the latter link is upsetting, just sharing for those who don’t know), and most accommodations that diagnosis would legally entitle you to can be requested more informally, especially in a school/university setting (despite my diagnosis, my college refused to officially give me any of the accommodations my psychiatrist recommended, but I got most of what I needed by speaking to individual professors). As for what to do about it, you can get involved with Autistic advocacy groups like ASAN (they have a tumblr too), AASPIRE, or the Autism Society

in response to your last paragraph, I seriously urge you to PLEASE call a hotline - there are people who are trained to listen and help - and get therapy if you can. despair is a natural response to everything that’s happening, but you’re more important than all of that. I’ve been there; the worst of it for me was around a decade ago now, and in the last few years I’ve genuinely felt hope. it really, truly, does get so much better, as long as you’re here to see it.

focus small, on yourself and your family. 1. what’s good about this exact moment? for me, it’s beautiful weather out and I get to see the new leaves coming in on all the trees. 2. what can you do to make right now just a little bit better? if I weren’t at work, I might get a cup of tea to enjoy in the sun. 3. if you feel up to it, what can you do right now to make tomorrow a little better? maybe when I get home I’ll wash a couple dishes so I can drink from a clean cup in the morning; on a somewhat longer timescale, I garden - check out my dirt (I promise there’s seeds in there lmao) - and this gives me hope.

[axvoter]

Fusion delusion and HTV confusion

This week, the Fusion Party—whom I reviewed at considerable length and not because I think they are a good option—posted how-to-vote cards (HTVs). Today, they retracted some of them and deleted posts from social media platforms. So, it's going well!

It seems there was very little vetting, with candidates not just free to allocate their own preferences but also with no review or questions asked before the HTVs were posted publicly. It speaks poorly of party processes that evidently nobody said "uhh hey what's going on here?"

Luckily, I saved a couple of the worst HTVs for individual seats, and the Victorian Senate HTV is still up. Shall we have a look? Let's begin with that Senate HTV:

I will get the obvious dunk out of the way: this is an atrocious design, busy and unpleasant on the eye. The emojis are completely unserious. But, look, HTVs are rarely artistic masterpieces. They should communicate a party's agenda concisely—which this one does not do, there's way too much text—and set out some preference recommendations to aid their supporters.

And hoo boy look at those Fusion preferences: Libertarians in 5th above Labor in 9th and the Greens in 10th. The Libertarians are one of Australia's most loathsome minor parties and they stand against what Fusion claims to be their core values, such as a denial of the reality of climate change that is at odds with the "Planet Rescue" part of Fusion's current registered name. How would you feel if you were a member of Fusion constituent party Vote Planet? I'd assume not great, although I also understand Kammy Cordner Hunt, the Victorian lead Senate candidate above, is from that wing. A penny for her thoughts!

Fusion have been taking some serious flak for this on social media. If you have a Facebook account, here is the announcement of the Senate HTV, with reactions and defensive replies by the official Fusion account and some candidates. People are not happy about that Libertarian preference, and the second candidate on the Vic ticket, Simon Gnieslaw, has been responding at length (hi Simon, I'm sure you're reading; yes I remember you getting upset in my DMs in 2022 because I called your centrism "waffle" and your website "amateurish"). I've screenshotted three choice replies below.

This is quite silly rhetoric and it seems that some Fusion organisers have been taken in by smooth talk from one of Australia's most distasteful parties. The Libertarians' lead candidate in Victoria is a literal con artist and the party are bad-faith actors. It is little wonder that in private they can make soothing noises of "good will" and massage the ego of Fusion delegates in preference discussions. Gnieslaw's comments (particularly that third screenshot) also evince a naive belief in "compromise" above everything else. Forever seeking compromise rather than sticking to principles is just a way to allow bad-faith actors to drag the Overton window towards themselves. This is delusional stuff.

As for the Greens, they have little incentive to deal with electoral lightweights such as Fusion. The Greens' preferences are certain to be distributed after Fusion is already out of the count, if distributed at all. Unlike the Libertarians, who as a fellow micro-party need all the favourable HTV treatment they can get and will say whatever it takes to get a good placement in the hope it pays off in the contest for the last Senate quota, Fusion are the ones who need to get the Greens to want to work with them, not the other way around. It seems Fusion can't play with the big kids who have built a seat-winning constituency in every state—possibly because Gnieslaw has a personal grievance against them over the Israel–Palestine conflict, as articulated on his candidate page. The HTV above claims Fusion is "the only party with a Tangible Peace Plan for the war in Israel and Palestine" (oh yeah sure you've solved a century-long conflict) and even more ridiculously suggests that Fusion is "already working in the background to deliver this plan" (solving the problems of the world over beers at the pub is not "working in the background"). You can read this Tangible Peace Plan for yourself; perhaps you'll agree with me that would be better summarised as intangible principles.

One more comment on the Senate HTV before I move on to some of the House HTVs: if you looked closely, you would have noticed that among the unnecessary emojis are three other symbols. One, a circle with 3 Rs, indicates support for the Climate Rescue Accord, which Fusion developed through negotiations with the Animal Justice Party, Australian Progressives (contesting this election as part of Fusion), and Reason (now de-registered, with Fiona Patten standing for Legalise Cannabis). It has reasonable enough objectives mixed with the sort of futurism about R&D into technologies that some would dub optimistic and others fanciful. The second is a Khamsa symbol, which indicates parties who have given in-principle support for Fusion's "Tangible Peace Plan". And the third is a symbol indicating support for a Universal Basic Income.

The thing about these symbols is that they mean nothing to the average voter, and although they are explained on the Senate HTV, Fusion has used them on HTVs for seats in the House of Representatives with no explanation. They're simply mysterious icons beside their name and that of some other parties. If you are even mildly inclined to conspiratorial thinking, you might wonder what they are meant to communicate and to whom.

So, let's turn to HTVs for specific seats. Remember, Fusion has recently incorporated the Australian Progressives (who, despite their name, now claim to be in the "sensible centre") and Democracy First (a fringe right-wing org of serial candidate Vern Hughes). It seems candidates had freedom to distribute their preferences however they wanted, and some went... off message.

First, the Fusion candidate in Melbourne, Helen Huang:

Yes, she is sending her second preference to independent Tim Smith and her third to the Liberals. Smith is not the disgraced ex-Victorian Liberal politician of that name, but a contestant from Married at First Sight who says that "I don’t like politicians" and promotes the "strategic" use of social media outlets like Instagram and Tik Tok to gauge public opinion instead of holding referendums (wait until this guy finds out about constitutional law!). As for why on earth the Liberals are third, above Labor or the Greens, the HTV itself says this is because of Steph Hunt's "credentials in peacebuilding to end wars and bring people together". Yes, Liberal credentials in peacebuilding. Ponder that one!

But the real humdinger is the HTV for McEwen candidate Erin McGrath. See if you can spot the issue among the preferences:

That's right: Family First is preferenced fourth, above any of the major parties. Yes, the Family First, the party of vile anti-LGBTIQ campaigner and professional eater-of-shit Lyle Shelton. They could scarcely be more at odds with core Fusion values.

But it gets better because people pressed Fusion about this on Twitter and they simply couldn't pick a lane. The original post has now been deleted—it just had some HTVs including McGrath's for McEwen—but if you have a log-in you can view a surviving comment chain here. One reply flagged some of the bizarre decisions, and the official account began by saying that they were made based on personal interactions:

So, at first, Fusion are fine with preferencing "one guy" from Family First for being "vaguely reasonable". Then, as the negative response grew, they deleted and offered this explanation:

Yup, apparently this was simply a production mistake. If that is true, it speaks very poorly for the party's internal oversight, because multiple people clearly did not think to say anything when making, approving, or posting the HTV. And when pressed on this, Fusion replied with an absolute gem:

Things had changed?? It's Family First. WHAT CHANGED.

The party says it is a mistake, but these contortions are worthy of professional gymnasts. It seems the reality is more straightforward. The party's own list of candidates includes a small logo showing which constituent of Fusion the candidate is aligned with. Some, such as Huang in Melbourne, appear to be unaligned, but Erin McGrath in McEwen is aligned with—you guessed it!—Democracy First. She's part of Vern's right-wing rabble. I am far more prepared to believe she genuinely sympathises with the Family First candidate than that "things had changed". The only thing that changed is people noticed this laughable preference at odds with Fusion's own stated values.

We will see what an updated McEwen HTV looks like and if any others are amended. In any case, this further affirms for me that Fusion is not—or at least is no longer—a decent choice, least of all for left-wing voters who might have positive memories of some parties that are now part of Fusion.

[rainisrui]

So— I just finished episodes 11 and 12 of Doctor Who season 8. Dark Water and Death In Heaven and wow. Just wow.

I have so much and so little to say, most of my reactions were said aloud to the tv— because it helps me process and I’m a yapper. But— holy moly.

The hive mind— the X-ray dark water. I honestly thought it was the skeletons that were going to come to life just as they were. The scene with the keys— god. It went from 0-100. She just yeeted four keys at once. Also who’s to think that The Doctor hid seven keys around the Tardis, I guess for safe keeping / if he ever lost one / were destroyed. Why seven specifically? Odd number— literally. I guess the usual one he most likely carries on his person, plus six spares.

I’ve seen the scene, many times in edits and just the scene posted on TikTok but context truly— God his expressions. The “My Clara”. I wonder how she didn’t notice. I’m guessing because once she’d touched it to put it into her hand she was already under the effect of the dream inducing patch. Not to mention, they’d had conversations about what destroys the keys. Do we actually get this conversation in a previous season or is it just all revealed vaguely in that episode that the keys are basically indestructible except for by lava.

And then of course, Of course the “Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference line” god— it’s so great. So so so great.

Omfg— the kiss. The kiss between Missy and The Doctor I was NOT expecting! I was as shocked as the doctor was! Also her acting like a droid— like, girl. You were talking basically normal just moments ago, and now you’re talking all roboty— I was surprised Clara and The Doctor didn’t call her out on it.

And the hand holding scene! Clara just reaching out her hand, The Doctor taking it asking if she’s okay, Her replying honestly that she’s not and The Doctor saying something along the lines of “there’d be something wrong with you if you were.” There’s more words in that sentence, before the ‘there’ my brain is saying there’s a ‘good’ in there but I’m not sure.

There’s probably more, but I’m blanking (also I remember events vaguely, and due to that I can’t really remember 100% what happened in what episode so it I get things wrong, as I order wise or episode wise, that’s why.)

So onto Death In Heaven. Thank the stars that I did not get caught on that cliff hanger from the last ep— To those of you who had to wait between episodes I sympathize. So, Clara acting as The Doctor, top tier. I saw a deleted scene where she’d actually been put in one of the tank thingies— empty of course but still cool.

The Doctor getting knocked out was crazy— I thought they were just going to go save Clara, or he was but then knocked him out. I also thought that when he whispered into bow tie wearing mechanical scientist person’s ear that he was going to mention Clara but, no, the graveyards. During the graveyard sequence I was stressed, telling Clara to just run, book it but she didn’t! Speaking of! Cyber!Danny zapping her! Had me actually shook.

What else… Oh! The Doctor’s line when Clara wanted to turn the inhibitor back on which would turn off Danny’s emotions, Basically suicide because with his emotions off, he’ll turn into just another mindless cyberman. It sorta reminded me of ‘In the Forest’ When Clara refused to be ‘saved’ by The Doctor and he’s like “You don’t want to live?”

And then The Doctor comes to save the day, well sorta, more like to save Clara. The fact that Missy did all this because it was the Doctor’s birthday— which, do we know what day that’s on? Also the fact that The Doctor was willing to kill Missy, despite all she did just to make sure Clara didn’t, that Clara wasn’t a murderer and do something that most likely would haunt her forever. I mean, we saw how she was with the keys, despite how ‘right’ she felt, how owed, how much pain was in from losing Danny— throwing them, the keys into the lava, she still broke down crying with the guilt of it so killing a person— provably would have broken Clara’s soul in some way, if not majorly and so, The Doctor saved her, by doing it himself.

And then finally the goodbye— God. You self sacrificing idiots! Clara not telling The Doctor that Danny wasn’t coming back, that he didn’t come back with the bracelet. The fact that to The Doctor, Clara and Danny being girlfriend and boyfriend— not being able to travel together in the Tardis together was the first thing that came to mind, and then him bring up the thing about mentioning Gallifrey, bringing it up so Clara wouldn’t worry about him.

Speaking of! He was angry. I thought I read the emotion on his face wrong and then he started hitting the control panel so I was like ‘Oh, nope. He’s angry.’ Why? Was it because all those years and Gallifrey was right under his nose— right where it had been orignally.

And finally— The goodbye. Obviously it was temporary there’s a whole other season but still— “Thank you for making me feel special.” “Thank you for exactly the same” HELLO?! Not to mention earlier in the shop, the hug. One that I think The Doctor needed just as much as Clara did. Also the “Just a way to hide your face.” Line, but The Doctor hides his face normally, like in Dark Water, as Clara starts crying he turns around, most likely to compose himself before spinning back around, hand on either railing, leaning forward and telling her to stop ‘whining’ “Chin up, shoulders back. Let’s show them what we’re made of, you and I.”

Also the fact that through these two episodes he really doesn’t like seeing her upset. Of course he’s blunt about it, but he always goes towards her, tries to comfort her somehow, even if he’s bad at it. There’s another scene where she gets upset while in the Tardis. I think it’s in the moon episode, after everything turned out well with the moon that was actually an egg.

I think that’s a wrap, sorry if this makes zero sense and is just a bunch of word vomit. Have a good night, afternoon and or day.

[batsu4eva]

Hi so here’s a long overdue infopost ab Carrie along with a recent doodle bc I want my summary to have some ✨pizzazz✨ at least

She looks so mad here. Anyways, gonna go into her embrace story bc I never went into it and it VERY much shaped her going into the future (although warning it WAS an extremely bumpy ride so prepare urself) TW for mentions of grooming (the emotional kind, not sexual or underage to clarify, just power imbalances), suicide, mentions of alcoholism, dark themes in general

Okay so I think there's a few things I forgot to mention when first posting about Carrie which is most of the origin story lmao. I HAVE infodumped in friends' DMs about it, but I never really fully posted it here. So, here it is :) So basically, Carrie was already having a terrible time in 2023. She was (and still is tbh) in debt from student loans, going to a job at the same time as college not even to pay the debt off but just to be able to eat, and was constantly exhausted. To top it all off, she had also been a high-functioning alcoholic because she'd often go out with friends at every opportunity (this is post-lockdown, so Carrie had already had a taste of isolation and absolutely hated it) and the thing is- a lot of spaces for young adults in their mid-20s ALSO have a lot of alcohol and so she developed a lot of emotional dependency on that. Enter the person who would later be her sire. Yeah, okay, so there's no sugarcoating this- he basically groomed Carrie into trusting him. Let me explain further: They first met through "coincidence," (he was already watching her before finally deciding to inset himself and lying to her that they had mutual friends), basically presented himself as another person her age trying to find himself and that he was just traveling to different cities, and presented himself as a "safe" person she could vent to. Obviously, Carrie wasn't blind to the red flags that were showing up, but even though she had friends she didn't want to worry them about any of her issues- the debt, alcoholism, the burnout. She didn't want to see them again and only get pity back. Unfortunately, her sire being a friendly stranger just worked on her. She would be embraced on October 6th, 2023, having been at a friend's party before seeing him there and being dragged away from everyone else while also having been incredibly drunk so she was just scared and confused while literally being killed by someone she thought was a friend. And, as she would later find out, he was doing it because he was developing feelings for her (which she did not reciprocate). So yeah, obviously at this point of the story, when Carrie wakes up and figures out she is a vampire, so is he, etc etc, SHE FUCKING HATES HIS ASS NOW. As soon as she realized what he had been doing the whole time and who he expected her to be, she just became filled with this cold rage and while she was being held hostage at his place, Carrie made murder attempt after murder attempt after murder attempt on her sire. Of course, being a fledgling, she could hardly make a dent on him, and as it turns out- the garlic, silver, cross weaknesses are bullshit. And of course, her sire could see right through Carrie and was becoming more and more depressed that he couldn't have what he wanted from her now that she's an undead creature filled with nothing but pure spite and hatred toward him. And so, one day she had attempted to kill him again during daytime as he slept, and in response he asked Carrie if she legitimately wanted him to die, because if so he would die at her request. Now, see, Carrie had thought he was trying to guilt her by threatening suicide because some people legitimately do this as a tactic. That, and that new part of her that was just cold, deep-seated rage legitimately DID want him to die. So in response to her sire's question, she said yes- yes, she wanted him to die, and be gone from her sight forever.

Sooooooo… he actually did it. Dude is a pile of ash now. Keep this is mind- even though him being gone from Carrie’s unlife is beneficial for her, it’s going to affect what happens to her from here on our. Why? A LOT people, including her sire’s friends, other childer, and even the Camarilla later on just straight up think Carrie murdered her sire. As a direct result, this will affect people’s opinions of her to the point where um. Several people attempt to kill her during her first year of unlife <3 but that’s for a later post :3

Hope you enjoyed reading yayyyy bye

[misterbenzadrine]

simon elroy, my beloved

this isn't really groundbreaking insight but i just felt the need to rant about simon today bc he is truly my favorite character of all time.

like i love characters that are obsessed with the people they care about to a fault, like they actively put themselves at risk for the people they love most (abed nadir, demetri alexopoulos, dipper pines, richie tozier, etc.)

but all those characters have their own lives of course. abed, demetri, dipper, richie, and all the others have their own ambitions independent from the others. just barely (bc they're so codependent) but it exists. they also all have their own boundaries, which makes for great conflict. things they aren't willing to do, even for the people they love.

but simon is just so omg ?? his love for maddie is so pure and strong. and the writers were cooking so hard with maddie's s1 finale monologue bc yes ! that's exactly simon ! he loves her literally unconditionally !

and yes, it's a character fault for him, he's willing to go so far for maddie that it hinders his own life sometimes. but that's what makes him so great (sad but great)

he doesn't expect her to do anything for him, he doesn't think she owes him for all he does, and he doesn't expect her to feel the same way about him. he is all in on making sure maddie comes first, making sure maddie is happy, making sure he's doing all he can to make her feel better on his end, to help her in any way he can.

and that's so incredibly sweet and we don't talk about it enough like ??

and that s2 finale made me so genuinely confused but god if the romeo and juliet trope doesn't get me every time

the angsty "ooh you just missed them" trope is fantastic. (thinking about the book of life. and friends. and read it and weep. and scott pilgrim. and can't hardly wait. and free guy. and 13 going on 30. i could go on forever really)

anyway all this to say, i really like simon and i cannot wait for s3 bc i live for angst

[verdantlights]

ok so this is an awful take (not you op, i mean the people in the screenshot) and im about to be kinda angsty and serious about this even though this without any context is really funny

ivan would not be a loner nerd. he wouldnt. based on how he is in canon, him being a jock makes total sense. most of the jockemo ivti fics i see are with ivan being student body president, captain of the football team, nicest guy in school, most handsome, everyone loves him, etc etc whatever. and that makes total sense.

reason? because its all fake. like have we (not you op ily op ur so funny mwah) not learned that ivan hides literally EVERYTHING he feels. yk... shallow emotions...!

im extremely tired after a long day but i could 100% go a LOT more in depth about this because ivan as a character is so interesting to me. like yeah ivan would be the most popular guy at school and a jock and would STILL be a nerd. but to me the nerdiness he does show is what he actually wants.

jock ivan makes perfect sense when you translate canon to modern au, but i personally like when people stray farther from canon and give ivan hobbies based on his true feelings and what he hides. he would be an art kid like till. not musician. i personally like writing (in my own fics) ivan as an author. but ive also seen and highly enjoyed theater kid (again with the performances. sighs. except hes performing for fun rather than to hide himself.) and film student ivan.

ALSO. HED STILL BE POPULAR. IVAN CANONICALLY LOOKS GOOD. HES NOT GONNA BE A LONER IF PEOPLE ARE GONNA KEEP HITTING ON HIM LMAOOOOO. not to mention especially if it was nerdy theater kid ivan. theater kids are KNOWN to be larger than life and are often pretty popular. majority of the film students ive known have always been the hugest fucking nerds and geeks.

KEEP IN MIND IVANS AUTISTIC CODING BTW. LIKE THE HOBBIES I THINK HED ENJOY PLUS HIM BEING A POPULAR JOCK ALL MAKE SENSE WITH HIS AUTISTIC VIBE. all have to do with masking. im so ill.

people making ivan to be this cool mysterious cocky bastard when hes Literally Just Some Autistic Guy will forever piss me off

and ivan would of course incorporate his love for till into his art i mean haha what (they make me so sick i hate them so much)

@ivanttakethis vant bestie i need you to back me up on this please i love you

ok then

[kittykatninja321]

I understand why people write “other characters close to character X react to fucked up thing that happened to them” fics, it’s cathartic and it’s good character study, but sometimes in the back of my head I’m like “that guy would Not open up about that”