#if you dont like to be tagged in things like this

[nr1roagfan]

@dectech helly r... noelle as helena eagan and helly r... do you see my vision bro. bro. do you see the vision

the me that did and said those things

[yoiisa]

Helloo, I dont know if youre requests are open (Sorry!!!) but I wanted to request a Sae smut where is sweet and shy girlfriend (us) who never speaks and always hides behind Sae's back, at home is a slut for his attention and wants him all night long if you know what I mean 🤭IF YOU WANT TO IGNORE THE REQUEST!!!!! I understand if it leaves you uncomfortable!! Anyways, thank you in advance (im sorry if my english is bad, its not my first language)

oh girlie. Oh girlie . . . i gotchu don't worry about a thing (¬ ₃ ¬)

Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), slight dacryphilia, praise (dirty talk), afab reader, sex, finger sucking (idk what else to call it lol ToT), slutty reader

➜ when you tell people that you're dating the sae itoshi, you're always met with the exact same response: what? ➜ because genuinely how did this work out at all? he's so distant and cold, and you're so sweet and shy. people see the two of you together, your elbow linked with his, your hand on his bicep, and you staring up at him like he hung the stars in the sky and can't even piece together how the two of you even had a conversation, let alone started to date ➜ but here's the thing: sae adores how sweet and shy you are ➜ we see through sae as a little kid with rin, and then as an adult with shidou and a little bit with isagi that sae actually has a lot of capacity in him to care and nurture others around him. if he thinks you're worth it, then he'll for sure give you the time of day ➜ and he can't exactly explain why he was so drawn to you either, but all he knew is he'd give you all of the attention you needed. he's so down bad for you it's insane ➜ so unless soccer is preventing him from doing it, he'll drop everything he can and rush to your side whenever you call, he honestly gives doberman boyfriend vibes ➜ literally all it takes is a whisper of his name, at a volume a normal person would've never been able to hear, and he just materializes next to you, his hand on your cheek and his teal gaze trained on you

➜ but enough about him feining for you, let's talk about you feining for him ➜ because once the two of you are alone? oh god, it's like a switch flips in your brain ➜ pda and the likes are a bit off putting with you. you don't really enjoy things like kissing in public that much, the most you'll do is just hold hands or link arms ➜ but when it's just the two of you, you can't control yourself. you're attached at the hip with him, and he basks in the attention like a cat in the sun ➜ after a soccer game, you're especially needy. there's just something about sae in his prime element that has you squirming in your seat, and the two of you can't help it ➜ you're thinking entirely with your pussy, and your mind is trained on one thing. you want him inside of you, on top of you, just loving you. you want to be the apple of his eye, in the spotlight of his mind ➜ you want him. you want to be his

"Sae-uhhhh~!" you squeal as the tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot. Your lying flat on your stomach, his chest flush against his back as he ruts into your needy, wet, tight heat. You reach your arms up and back around his neck, a soft whine falling from your lips. He turns his head and places a kiss against your pulse point. Each roll of his hips sends his length deeper into you, and it takes everything in you to not buck yourself back into him. "I love you," you gasp. "I love you, I love this so much- ah!" "I know baby, I know. I love you too. Fuck." he groans. He nuzzles into your hair and brings his arm around to the front of your face. He cups the bottom of your face in his hand, and you greedily lick at the tips of his fingers. His slips his index and middle finger past your lips, muffling your moans as you greedily suck on his digits. Sae tosses his head back, his eyes screwed shut as he desperately tries to hold onto his sanity. Don't cum yet, don't cum yet, he repeats in his head. Fuck, don't think about it, you can't cum yet. It's too soon- shit! Your pussy clenches down on his length as he quickens his thrust in you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and spit connects your lips to them stil. Loud, needy sounds spill from your mouth and tears spring at the corner of your eyes. Sae stares down at the debauched sight and can't help the smug smile that tugs at his mouth. He coos, "G-gonna come for me? Now? I- fuck me, holy shit . . . I can f-feel it . . . clenchin' around me so perfectly. C'mon Y/N, just give it to me." You nod frantically, your eyes squeezing shut as your body goes rigid with pleasure. You think you can hear him in the background of your peak saying, "Pretty, so pretty, my pretty girl," but it drowns out behind the high-pitched keens that claw up your throat. Eventually, your eyes manage to peel open and you become aware of two very distinct facts: firstly, Sae is still hard. Secondly, the clock on the wall is only showing that it's 11:15. You still have at least another two or three hours left. "Again?" Sae asks, pulling out from you and flipping you onto your back. You position your feet on either side of his waist and smile. "Again, please . . ."

➜ you will not walk properly tomorrow

a/n: i should write this again but for bakugo, eren, and geto . . . hmmm, ideas, ideas . . .

[persefolie]

can you please like this if you're OK TO BE TAGGED in things. I'm working on a project that involves celebrating writers who inspire me for certain tropes and ect. I don't want to tag anyone who wouldn't be into this!

[odussyeus]

Just a reminder that your media consumption is your own responsibility and even the stories that you think are “absolutely disgusting or evil” do not actually make them so. They are fiction there are no actual victims it is all made up. ( there is nothing wrong with being uncomfortable with certain types of written media everybody has their limits) Be an adult and choose not to engage or don’t go on an archive. Censorship is wrong no matter what it is. Also, it’s called archive for a reason. It’s meant to preserve works ( even the ones you dont like ) There is no regulation by going on that site You are agreeing that the benefits of reading fics outweighs the risks of seeing things you don’t like.

 Humankind has lost so much history and knowledge because it was destroyed by people who thought it immoral or unjust.

 side note: tagging things correctly is very important in this argument, but there are fics that were written on archive prior to the filter feature being created not to mention filters are for important tags! I have preferences as someone who reads reader fics that I don’t love being described, but it is not that author’s responsibility to specify every little detail about that character because at the end of the day reader is still a character and are going to represent the authors vision. Because at the end of the day, all fanfiction is written for the author who chooses to share with other people, we as readers need to understand we are not entitled to works.

As someone who’s been in fandom since I was in middle school as somebody who is now 25 I think the popularization of fandom is ruining it. Fandom culture is a thing and like any other kind of culture unless it is hurting real life people you do not get to enter that space and tell people who have been in that space for decades that they have to change that culture to fit your belief system . Not to mention I could rant for hours about how written media is a form of harm reduction. I would much rather somebody write a fictional story about the most horrible disgusting reprehensible behavior, then act on that behavior in real life. Because nobody is holding a gun to my head, forcing me to read that.

"i'm tired of seeing-" use your filters.

"but there was an icky ship-!" use your filters.

"i don't like that tag-" use your filters.

don't like what you're seeing? use. your. filters.

[ferigrievous]

attractive things they do ; haikyuu ver . ⋆˚࿔

bokuto ; doesnt know personal space or manners when it comes to you. will wave to you in the middle of a test if he sees you passing in the hallway, or will yell your name if he spots you in the cafeteria. doesn’t matter if you saw each other five minutes ago, he still greets you like you’ve been gone a year.

akaashi ; has crazy fast reflexes. despite not being as muscular as bokuto, he still never wavers whenever he catches something, as seen when he caught him after he fainted. you dont even notice you dropped something before he’s handing it back to you.

aone ; waits for you to finish talking. never cuts people off, even when they’re rambling or slow. he’ll just nod and look at you like everything you say matters. he also doesnt stutter, and takes his time to speak. you dont mind it when people stutter, but you convince yourself its because he wants to think out every word he says (to you).

futakuchi ; worst teaser to walk the earth. says “yeah? and what if i did?” and “are ya’ gonna do something about it.” more than he sees his own mother. never oversteps, and knows what specifically to not bring up, but he knows you’ll always do something about it.

koganegawa ; says everything out loud. narrates his entire life and lets people know how he’s thinking, or what he’s doing. you usually find this annoying when other people do it, but somehow hes just funny and oblivious enough for it to cancel out.

ukai ; always smells good. could smoke up a whole room and down a whole bottle of whisky in an afternoon and he’d still smell good. you can smell him even after he’s left a room, but sometimes you think its just a placebo effect. you notice whenever its missing.

takeda ; watches the credit scenes of a movie. will clap, and will talk to other people about it like its just another thing. when people ask why, he says its because ‘someone worked hard on this!’ applies to other things too, but something as small as this gets you everytime.

kiyoko ; remembers everything you say. not in a creepy way, just in a soft, careful way. the kind of person who brings up something you forgot you even told her. you’ll offhandedly mention your favorite flower and a week later she’ll give you one.

yachi ; double checks everything. did you bring your coat? do you have your wallet and keys? did you do the homework?  she’s on it. says “just in case!” with this big worried smile like she can’t help it.

alisa ; takes the best pictures. most of her pictures are candid, ones you think are ugly but she’ll cherish like its made of pure gold. she rarely asks you to pose for a picture, but she always makes sure you look good. you almost never notice when she has her camera out until she tags you in a post later that night.

akane ; always has two extra hair ties. you never notice, because she always has her hair up, until alisa asks for it and you ask her why she has so many. she doesnt answer you, but you find out its because no one ever had hairties strong enough to hold her hair properly, so she makes sure no one else has that problem. not that youlll ever let her know you know this, of course.

konoha ; mimics people without realizing. picks up their slang, their hand gestures, the way they write their &s and ?s. whenever someone brings it up, he pretends not to notice because he’s too embarrassed. 

terushima ; stupidly smart. you hate it, how he’s not a high honors student, but a highest honors student, and has been for years. you never see him study, never see him struggle, and never even hear him talk about school outside of class, but he’s never had anything lower than a 90 on anything.

daisho ; always knows what you mean. when you’re struggling with words, he knows exactly what youre going to say before you even think of it. you usually hate it when other people do it because theyre almost always wrong, but he somehow knows what you mean every single time.

sakusa ; walks on the outside of the sidewalk. doesnt care about the sidewalk rule, doesnt care if the person/people hes walking with are 10x stronger and bigger than him. doesnt mention it, does it naturally, and if you purposely switch it, he’ll switch it back without you even noticing.

komori ; makes a big deal about small wins. big believer in ‘a little is better than nothing’. even if its something as simple like doing your bed or doing the dishes, he’ll grin and congratulate you anyway.

[strawberryraviegutz]

Part of me starting to have second thoughts about sinners. Not the movie itself but more or so the fandom…

From ppl completely disregarding and ignoring the movie’s themes about racism, to ppl watering down Remmick through a black and white lens either comparing him to the Klan(even tho the Klan hated Irish ppl back then)or saying that he did nothing wrong and uplifting him more than the black cast(apparently it was confirmed by someone who worked on the movie that Remmick isn’t racist. I forgot his name tho), along with ppl going after others for…finding a VAMPIRE VILLAIN hot??(and or anyone talking about Remmick in a positive light in general.)

I literally just saw the film yesterday and I’m already being put off by the way a lot of yall are acting.

While what Remmick did was certainly by no means any better than what the very oppressors he hates are doing(cuz at the same time he did sorta use his whiteness to his advantage when tricking those 2 klan members into letting him in), I think it’s just disingenuous to ignore what exactly LED HIM to that mindset which was the Catholics colonizing his home along with forcing Ireland’s ppl into famine.

Like I just dont get it…For as long as vampires and villains have been super popular and beloved in media for decades and even centuries , how are yall gonna act super surprised when ppl find a hot villain vampire character attractive/appealing??

Plus I thought it was common sense then ppl can like villains but not agree with their actions. No one here thinks that Remmick was in the right by forcing other black ppl against their will into assimilation into vampires(at least I hope not).

And again assuming it’s only white ppl who find him hot(which isn’t even inherently a bad thing. It depends on the context) and writing smut of him while completely ignoring/erasing all the black women/afabs and or black ppl in general who are thirsting for Remmick in the tags along with telling ppl to die over shipping Remmick with ppl…and also thinking that there’s only Remmick x reader fics when…no?? There’s A LOT of other x reader fics with the twins(smoke especially), Bo Chow, Annie, the twins, Sammie, and Mary within the tags.(also can we NOT call Remmick’s actor ugly please? That’s just flat out mean.). Speaking of which the way yall are treating Mary and Annie is just deplorable..

I literally had someone comment on my last post related to the shipping of Remmick and Sammie and I couldn’t even respond to them cuz they blocked me??(idk how to feel about the ship but I’m not gonna get onto other ppl for liking it since they’re both adults from what I can tell and as long as they aren’t erasing or ignoring the themes/message of the movie)

How are u gonna comment on my post and then block me when I was just trying to further explain my opinion that you had no intention of listening to in the first place??

According to these ppl I guess I must hate my own race now for thinking that Remmick is hot/sar

Way to make ur own ppl feel isolated from their own community as if that doesn’t also go against the message of Sinners at all../sar

[guiltyfemcel]

Puppy Dog

•*⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ *•*⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧*•

•ᴥ︎• Anon asked: Imagine reader being joost new dogsitter!! He’s away for tour or something and he constantly asks her for updates on his dogs :-)) when he returns they have some tension ?? Friends to lovers if u may

•ᴥ︎• a/n: tysm for the love on the first part of this series! i appreciate every note deeply n hope u like this part <3

•ᴥ︎• (dog) tags: 2.7k words, slow burn, slight yearning nothing crazy happens

•*⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ *•*⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧*•

Part 2

The first weeks were much more interesting than you were prepared for, to say the least. Not for lack of preparation of course, Joost had made sure every little thing was perfect for you, even stocking the fridge and saying “You better not let this go to waste!” His dogs were much more than welcoming to you, always following like fuzzy shadows. They were extremely well trained, even if it took a couple of tries for them to understand what you were asking of them.

None of this is what made this favor interesting, what was interesting was the place you had found yourself in. Never before had you been so high strung in a friends house before. Its not like Joost hadn’t made you feel more than welcome, he was adamant that everything that was his was yours. Its just, you felt so out of place in such a personal facet of his life. You walked around like a human time bomb, not touching the many little trinkets littering the shelves, you caught yourself withdrawing from picture frames like they would jump out at you. It wasn’t that you were afraid he would be upset with you, even if you did manage to break something, but you couldn’t place why you felt so strongly while staying here.

It was easy to pretend you felt perfectly fine, especially with Joost at a distance. You told yourself it was just for a little while, that you wouldn’t pry where you weren’t needed. It was easy enough at first, but very soon came crumbling as you faced a small problem.

Joost would not. stop. texting.

It was incessant, he bombarded you from every angle. As soon as you got your brain off of the fact his entire life encompassed you, his little face popped up on your screen.

joosti

hai how r my babies doing!!

hope they have been behaving for you

Currently you sat in his living room, a lamp filled the room with a low warm light as the tv hummed. His dogs of course littered the room, two taking up the couch on either side of of you, two more at your feet, and one sleeping in a rocking couch across the room. You decided to snap a picture of the two resting on your thighs, fuzzy white muzzles laying perpendicular, glossy eyes following your movement as you shifted. You couldn’t help but to awe at the picture taken, like two little cherubs resting on your legs! Joost would kill you if he knew you had this picture on you and didn’t share, so you didnt wait to open his messages

mary puppins

*pic*

they r just as clingy as you…

joosti

my heart!! so cute ٩(ᐛ)و

but wait why does it look like they like you more than me

mary puppins

bc they do

this was all a ploy

im a dognapper!

joosti

WTFF!

You couldn’t help but let a laugh rip through the quiet air, it was funny how much you could hear his voice through the text. You asked how his first shows had been going, it was almost too easy to picture him saying his texts.

“ Yeah, Helsinki was great but the ride to Denmark was crazy, im super tired but it feels so worth it” you smiled at the screen, imagining how he must be reclined on the other side of the phone, then immediately covered your face, embarrassed by the thought of you sitting with a dumb smile by yourself.

mary puppins

saw some clips, seemed pretty crazy

hopefully ur able to get some rest now right?

joosti

yeah man tour bus bed is calling me (ᗒᗣᗕ)

at least i get to enjoy my bed alone finally

how have you been sleeping btw, they hog the sheets dont they 👀

Instantly your face heated at the messages, he didn’t know you were avoiding his room like the plague, you didn’t know why. Since he had left you had reserved yourself to the couch (which to be fair was quite comfortable), despite how he pleaded ‘it would be a shame to let his bed go cold’. You didnt want to lie to your friend but you had no real reason to being so avoidant, no reason that you wanted to face head on at least.

You stared at his face at the top of your messages, a picture of you both cropped to just him, the flash from the camera gave him red eyes but his beaming smile and flushed nose and cheeks were all you ever noticed. His picture stared right back at you and for the first time it brought frustration, how was it that you could be around him just fine, talking, laughing, even hugging, yet he turns his back and you start feeling like a damn schoolgirl? Pull yourself together! you remind yourself that forced “proximity” can do crazy things to the brain and how good a friend Joost is and look back at your phone screen.

mary puppins

sleep like a baby

easy knowing im not paying for heat 😴

joosti

well just know Abba likes to bite toes so… sleep tight!

Abba was the grey curly haired dog, currently curled up on the couch sound asleep, you also found him with one of your slippers in his mouth earlier so you aren’t too surprised.

mary puppins

is that why my sock was wet this morning…

Talking to Joost never failed to lift your spirits but you still couldn’t bring yourself to rest your head where he has. You lay down on the couch instead, shifting dogs around until you are comfortable, and grab the closest blanket and pillow. Your phone was resting on the coffee table, silent now that you both wished each other good night, telling him how pissed the fans would be at you if he was too tired at his next concert. You were cemented in place by dogs so there was no chance you were going anywhere (that’s what you told yourself, anyway). It wasn’t long before your eyes were fluttering shut, lulled to sleep by the sweet hum of the tv and the warm weight of fluffy dogs.

bzzzt bzzzt

The early sun slipped through the blinds, shining a blinding light right onto your sleeping face. You tried to shift away from the natural alarm but your legs were solidly trapped under you. Groggily slapping a hand over your face, you rubbed the crust from your eyes, still drunk on sleep you forced your eyes open. Confusion set in as you were met with your captor, Abba sat atop your legs looking back at you, uncaring as you shifted around. When you turned to grab your phone you were met with four more sets of eyes, surrounded by wagging tails waiting for you to wake up. Twisting between the dogs you grabbed your phone from the table to check the time.

It didn’t surprise you that it was well past when they would usually go out, that would explain the helicopter behavior. You squinted down at your notifications and saw joosts pink face at the top.

“take any pics on the walk today? ▼・ᴥ・▼“

You barely made out the message in your hazy stupor, opening up the camera you captured how you were trapped under one dog, then sloowwly panned ,one by one, to the rest looming over you. Chuckling, your fingers skated across the keyboard before you could think.

mary puppins

*vid*

didn’t get that far yet

help…

joosti

i tried to tell you they have no personal space lol

you watched as the typing bubble bobbed before dipping away briefly, pausing before returning to typing. By now you were more awake, shooing away dogs as you moved to start the day. You sat up on the couch, hands resting on your knees as you mentally prepared yourself for the day. When your hand buzzed again, you twisted your wrist upwards to look at what he said before your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“they kept you trapped on the couch im guessing?”

The message wasn’t necessarily pointed in anyway, but still you felt guilty like you had been caught in a lie. Your hand touched your warm cheeks, you felt stupid for feeling embarrassed but if you hadn’t sent that dumb video none of this would be on your mind right now. If Joost was standing here for any of this he would ask if you were feeling sick or something because this behavior was not ordinary. Luckily for you though he couldn’t see your strange reaction to his messages

mary puppins

yeah i kinda passed out ngl

being the best dog sitter is hard work 😓

Joosti

you make it look easy soldier 🫡

they start to get rowdy the longer you wait though

jus lyk

Just as the message shook your phone you heard the slam of a bedroom door. You jumped up eyes darting down to count the dogs sat around you. Counting four dogs you immediately followed the sound of shuffling, being led to the the open door of joosts room. Noises of a dog scuffling echoed through the shadowy room, you swallowed your pride, what type of sitter would you be to let Abba tear up his room.

you took a deep breath, stalking into the carpeted room you brushed the wall searching for a light switch.

Flick!

Your eyes shifted across the room, no immediate signs of a canine except the sound of chewing coming from the middle of the room. As you stepped in deeper you heard the sound coming from under his neatly made bed, just as you went to look under abba bounded right out. A dried bone hanging from his mouth as he looked up at you curiously. You let your hand scratch at his head before he turned and trotted off! leaving you standing in Joosts room by yourself feeling silly.

You turned in place looking at the room that was giving you such trouble. It was nicely organized, pictures and posters scattered the walls but the desk was strangely emtpy. You could tell the space was for his laptop, probably on the road with him by now. There was a shelf holding cds and records next to a small table that had a brown, worn record player. There weren’t many surfaces that weren’t covered in pictures of friends or postcards. Your eyes barely skimmed the pictures as you pulled out the desk chair, wondering if he had cleaned up extra because you would be here. A stitch plush was propped up in the seat, you lifted up the blue plush and felt lost in thought as you looked at him.

The relationship you had with Joost was perfect the way it was, it wasn’t often you could find such a genuine male friend. You didn’t want to complicate what you had by getting lost in your delusions.

The fresh air from the walk helped clear your mind a lot. You decided that you were done acting like a skittish fool and you deserved more than to sleep on the couch because of some butterflies. Plus now was the best time to sort out your ‘thoughts’ about Joost, considering he had no idea you were feeling funny.

You walked home feeling clear like the blue sky, determined to fully make yourself at home in his home. Of course on the way home Abba had to pick up the biggest stick on the planet and insisted on bringing it home.

“That thing is not even gonna fit through the door!” you spoke as if he could hear or respond, and recorded the response when you reached the door and Abba realized what you tried to warn him about. The video showed abba with his comically large stick, stuck outside the house cause it couldn’t quite fit.

On the other side of the phone, Joost blew up at the desperate effort of his pet, laughing as your voice spoke from the speaker:

“i tried to tell you Abba, that shit is not gonna fit in here”

Joosti

🤣🤣

tell him he cant just shove his wood anywhere

The next hours were spent caring for the dogs and routinely glancing at your phone to see Joost’s face looking back at you. Always either begging for more dog content or hysterically reacting to said content. His attention was never turned down from you though, You wondered if he had spent as much time talking to anyone else as he did you, even if it was just to check in with his pets. As you crossed your mental to do list off and the sun skated down the sky, you felt yourself grow more and more tired. When both you and the dogs had no more energy to spend, you dragged yourself up the steps the Joost’s room. You told yourself there was nothing to run from, you were free to have whatever unsettling response you wanted as long as you got over it before he came home.

Your heart thumped with every footstep, stalking closer to the closed door of Joost’s sanctuary. No big deal, you were in here this morning no problem! Your fingers curled around the door handle, swinging open the door before you could convince yourself against it.

The smell of him fully engulfed you, now that Abba wasn’t there to distract you, there was no escape from the way he consumed your senses. You pushed through, flicking on the lamp on the bedside table and filling the room in a comfortable dim blanket. You had already brushed your teeth in the second bathroom, not ready to spend more time in here than you needed too.

You stood over his made bed, deep blue sheets nicely folded over, untouched since you started staying here. Plugging in your phone to charge you pictured him doing the same as you, how the routine would carry him to sleep. You yanked open the sheets, as he must’ve many times, sliding into the sheets you wondered if he slept on the side you chose or next to you.

Your head lolled to the un used side of the bed, you pictured his profile resting next to you. So many times you had been so close to him but never used your memory to think of him like this. Sometimes when you really thought about the perfect hypothetical world where something was going on between you, it makes so much sense. Talking to him truly came so easy to you, your personalities meshed together so well other people seemed to struggle to understand the language you shared. Multiple times had you experienced a variety of people complementing his features, even the straightest men saying he was “suspiciously pretty” after a few drinks. You laughed when Joost had told you this , but it would be a lie if you said a few drinks didn’t make you wanna say the same thing.

A heavy sigh ripped through the air as you flipped yourself over, shoving your face into the soft pillow case that smelled like detergent. Another breath brought traces of his smell into your brain again and you tried your hardest to not think of how his sleeping figure would fit perfectly next to you, how you wished he would sleepily toss an arm over you and pull you closer. The pillow caught any groan you croaked into its side, you told yourself these thoughts were a side effect from your lackluster dating life. As soon as Joost was back you were gonna find a nice, charming date to finally take your mind off of the renowned friend you kept close.

You felt your eyes flutter closed as you thought of your perfect date to distract yourself. Someone tall and passionate, artistic and attractive but not conceited. Someone who would get your sense of humor and laugh at your jokes as hard as you laugh at theirs. This person sounded too perfect, a figment of your lonely imagination, but you used the image to fill the empty space beside you as you drifted off to peaceful sleep.

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

a/n: Endings kinda weak but Lmk how you liked this chapter and be free to leave any criticisms, i write to get better 💪🏾 so be honest n ty <3

[uhyjigftkl]

yes, anti-endos are allowed to talk about their experiences, be anti-endo, and have endos on their dni.

but you also have to realize that people you do not like will have very similar experiences to you. and when people find a post that they relate to, they will most likely reblog or like it.

but when the post is tagged with anti-endo tags, or telling endos they are disgusting and deserve awful things, they will probably do the next best thing. they take the post, and put it on their own blog, so they and other people who also resonated with the post, dont have to worry about upsetting someone who thinks they're delusional by reblogging it.

you cannot make something, and then get mad when a group of people you do not like also like it or feel the same way. and the this goes for everything. flags, terms, pngs, memes, everything. there have been dozens of xenogenders that i really like, but have been forced not to use because the post says that endos are not allowed use it. what do you expect me to do about that?

once its posted on the internet, its for everyone. and this includes people you dont like.

now.. would you rather endos break anti-endos dni by reblogging or liking posts that they relate to, or posting it on their own blog so other endos can interact with it freely and not break the anti-endos dni?

[everything-transmasculine]

I've been kinda annoyed by some posts I've seen insisting on when people (which is pretty much always trans men) talk about top surgery positivity they need to include trans women getting boob jobs and like, you can have boob job positivity in your own posts no-one is stopping you. You can even confusingly call it top surgery when pretty much top surgery has always been a way to refer to breast tissue removal not augmentation. Like whenever it seems like there's a space for trans men to be able to talk about their own things there's a bunch of people pushing in to say that all trans issues need to be talked about. But if there's people with a trans fem post and someone adds in their trans masc similar comment on a reblog then they get shouted at to stop tagging along on trans fem experiences like so are all trans people supposed to be included in stuff or are we allowed our own separate spaces.

I remember there was a tiny zine a while ago which was about trans people, but all the people who submitted to it were trans masc, and then it became a huge thing that this one tiny zine was erasing trans femmes ? Like how does a small project with like 10 people do that which no-one knew about which is apparently doing that, but no one seems to care that all the popular books and movies and media said to be for trans people focus on trans women, and often when they talk about trans men do so in what feels like mostly negative ways, such as nevada, manhunt (as far as I know in the story, don't know what's going on with the movie), the people's joker, and like various popular essays

there is definitely a push for the erasure of transmasculine people under the guise of progressivism currently. i think what tends to happen is these people want to have their cake and eat it too - for example, trans issues are for EVERY trans person (except the ones that dont perfectly conform, that dont perfectly present, and that arent hypervisible in society.) its not a transfem vs transmasc issue, its a issue of hypervisibility vs hyperinvisibility - which both have their pros and cons, but its asinine to pretend that transmasculine people are somehow “lessening” the movement, the impact, etc by simply existing in their own spaces.

transmasculine people making things for transmasculine people is NOT erasing transfeminine people. anyone who says otherwise is an idiot, and obviously does not understand how discrimination and community works. at the very least intracommunal respect is essential for the furthering of transgender rights - not everyone is going to get along, but it is so very clear to me (and many people i have spoken to, cis or trans, online and offline) that there is no respect for eachother amongst the community. it is so obvious that there is a current issue of the “us vs them” mentality invading trans spaces, and driving us apart. we dont have to like eachother - in fact, i dont think anyone should be forced to like someone - but you HAVE to respect one another, regardless of our differences. this means that when a transmasculine person makes a post by and for transmasculine people, others shouldnt derail it to speak about the issues of the total community (and the same goes for transfeminine posts by and for transfeminine people!) the current movements of baeddelism, trans separatism, and trans supremacy (that exclude and put down transmasculine people for their ASAB) are killing the movements before they can even leave the nest. if your ideology posits any one group as inherently better than the other based on gender, sex, race, etc… thats not an ideology, thats bigotry, full stop.

trans rights are human rights - but that includes ALL trans people, not just the hypervisible ones (or the ones you can make caricatures of.)

[meshaamem-li]

for private communities: making posts that will be seen by only your community members and not any outsiders, good if it's things you don't wanna post publicly, can also kinda work like a group chat.

i dont use it that way, but: easy way to notify people on posts you made without tagging? i think?

tumblr communities function working exactly as expected

[hermitcraftx]

everyday i wish you could apply multiple tumblr tags while searching on tumblr in the general tags or ON YOUR OWN BLOG like ao3.... why is that not a thing. why can i not do that. why can i not filter things that i want or dont want into mys earch. multiple things. fuck you tumblr

[sacredpoolsoftears]

I keep seeing ppl come into the sam wilson tag and say abt the pcs, "oh they were just having a silly little argument!!!" "it's not that serious at all!!" "oh it's just all a joke hehehehe" 😒😒😒 and so yall gotta ans me this:

Is it funny to you when alexei calls sam a 'dumb, litigious man'?

Is it funny to you that yelena insists that they are the avengers cos the govt formed them (literally the stupidest reason) and says that sam wilson is just supposed to understand that?? even though SAM is THE leader of the avengers??

Is it funny to you that they already established in cabnw that sam is forming an avengers team yet marvel slaps the 'new avengers' name onto this team and showcases them first, without showing the actual new avengers team formed by sam at all?

Is it funny to you when sam wilson finally gets mentioned in a non cap related proj and he's made to be the butt of a joke?

Is it funny to you that marvel deliberately framed the scene in such a way to make it seem as if sam is being unreasonable and undermine his role as cap? so much so that the white man stans are already having the worst takes known to man on how sam is being "petty" ??

And if it's such a silly little argument, how come it's been going on for 14 months??

If any of this is funny or it's just not a serious thing at all to you, well newsflash you dont like sam wilson at all (even if you claim to do so) so stop coming into the sam wilson tag, goodbye

And mind you im just talking abt that 1 pcs, im not even mentioning all the other mistreatment sam wilson has faced and continues to face.

Like i get it story line wise anything can happen, they can completely forget about this plot point in doomsday, or maybe reveal that bucky and sam were working tgt to take down valentina and this was all part of their plan. That still wont take away anything from the fact that marvel time and time again chooses to disrespect and sideline sam wilson. It literally would have cost marvel nothing to mention sam in a uplifting and respectful way, but they go OUT of their way to do this kind of hateful shit to sam...smh

[st4r-th0ughts]

Happy birthday, Kakavasha.

masterlist

Aventurine x gn bodyguard reader

series masterlist (add later)

recommend to read this

tw/cw: ‘they were roommates that want to make out but are too idiotic to make a move’ ahh, Aventurine has shitty lifestyle habits, this is in the same au as this, the cat cakes are in here and keep jumping both of you, not proofread!

note(s): I should be studying but I love aventurine so it’s ok, tags: @walpurg @rxzennia @sh1-n0bu @honkai-star-thirst (if you want I can add you to a taglist), @briefblazefox (an apology for the angst)

summary: birthdays are a occasion you have never celebrated. But for him, you’ll do anything.

(word count: 1.3k)

ׂ╰┈➤ [𓏵]- your name

The alarm blared you awake as you sit up, your hand fumbling by your bedside for the earring Aventurine had gifted you months ago, before it hits the button on your phone to mute the annoying noise making your hed pound.

Turning the screen to you, the numbers read 7:30 am, a rare timing for you to wake as your usually up and about at 4:00- 4:30am, ready to wake Aventurine at precisely at 6 to start the day.

But, the date reads 5 May. The day of the Kakava, and Sir’s birthday. You know this because he’d mentioned it in passing before, when you were accomapnying him through a mall for his usual shopping sprees, and in a arcade, a birthday party was being held for a young boy.

A girl, perhaps a few years older than him, was standing beside him, cheering him with the boy’s friends while he blew out the candles. You caught a glimpse of Aventurine’s face, how he stares a bit too long at the sibling duo, and how his eyes look fondly at them, and how his smile falters before it cheers up and he looks away again.

You dont know much about Aventurine, in all honesty. You only knew he came from Sigonia, and was possibly one of the last Avgins from his homeplanet, and that was only because late one night, you’d gone back to the IPC’s library to consult the records.

Birthdays were a occasion that was not so revered in Everflame mansion. When you came of age, they were barely acknowleged at all, because such occasions never served your job a purpose.

But when Aventurine first managed to pry that information out of you, your last birthday was him spoiling you 24/7 with lavish gifts and decadent food. Sure, he does it often, but you notice that he’d made the effort to buy you things you want, food you had been dying to taste, unlike the inital gifts where it was more of trying to buy your loyalty.

However, Aventurine is rich. He’s a trillionare, maybe even richer than one, consideirng you watched him spend 3 trillion dollars betting on something against the grey haired trailblazer, while you had a decent income just by being his bodyguard.

Therefore, he is able to buy eveyrthing to your heart’s desire, and by entent, his own. How are you supposed to appease his tatses? All the things you think of buying for him, one, he’d either refund the purchase, or it’s something he has already has or tried before.

The only thing that you can think of, is cooking for him. Aventurine, as extravagent and as expensive his tastebuds are, he has shit eating habits. If he isnt eating out with you or during meetings and events, he practically lives off coffee from the hours he spends in his office, you have to be the one to remind him to eat because at best, he’ll microwave instant noodles or a snadwich. It’s infuriating, because he’s always teasing you for eating badly yourself, yet he doesnt take his own advice.

You wouldnt say you’re great at cooking. Your hands were precise and still, making it easy for things like cracking eggs, and knife skills come in handy when cutting and carving fruits. But other things like perfecting the heat of a pan are not your strong suits. Staring at the recipe page detailing a step by step instruction on how to make pancakes, you stare at the part where they said to seperate the yolks and whites before glancing back at the bowl where you had whisked them both together.

You hope the smell of the failed pancakes that sit on a plate either raw or burnt dont wake up Aventurine. Coupled with his terrible eating habits, he sleeps rather late and gets up early. You’ve never seen him when he just wakes up, but you’ve seen him with dark rims round his eyes, and you’d rather he wake up on his own time. The cats are meowing incessantly at your feet, maybe they’ll serve as his mini alarm clocks with how loud they’re complaining about being hungry.

When 8:15 rolls around, you hear footsteps pattering slugishly down the steps, and a there’s a small smile you quikcly suppress out of instinct. You’re proud of what you have accomplished, a decent breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon that you had pulled out from the forgotten asscrack of the freezer. The unsuccessful pancakes are on your own plate, and the coffee is steaming in his mug.

“[𓏵]? What is…?”

Ah. Groggy and disoriented, it’s rare for you to ever see Aventurine not looking like his usual smug self and ready with his witty quips. The cat cakes meow loudly as they leap to his feet, one of them pawing and prancing at his feet while the other two leap on the kitchen counter to try and cling onto the gambler.

You let yourself smile lightly, grabbing the plate and setting it gently in front of Aventurine, pursing your lips as one of the cat cakes decide to paw at your slippers, the other two still seeking attention while Aventurine pets them. His pyjamas are loose, and his neck and part of his chest are exposed. You watch as he snags a strawberry slice into his mouth, watching his eyes open from the sweetness.

“I thought you’d be hungry.”

You mutter awkwardly, cringing internally at the shit conversation starter, sighing as you scratch the back of your neck, your eyes softening as you gaze at Aventurine, who is looking at the food with a suprised look, which doesnt surprise you entirely, you know part of his past, he’d probably never had much of a decent breakfast, much less have anyone make some for him.

“It’s your birthday, you told me back in December when we were shopping.”

Aventurine’s gaze tilts to face you, his stunned expression sticking as his mouth opens in silence. No one has truly knows his birthday, save for a few like Topaz and Ratio, who send him birthday texts and leave gifts on his office desk. But he’s used to having a silent birthday, just buying a small cake and with only the cats to keep him company on the very day where his life went downhill.

“I dont celebrate birthdays often, I… actually dont think I’ve had one myself until you bothered to smother me with gifts and extravagence.”

You sigh, standing awkwardly agsint the counter as you stare at the floor, blinking as one of the cat cakes stare back with big, googly eyes that make it seem like they have absolutely no thoughts in thier eyes, unlike you, because there are thousands of thoughts racing through your mind.

The man cuts off your thoughts as he stands up, walking towards you and wrapping hesitant arms around you, and the warmth of his body, the proximity makes your face heat up, stiffening as your right arm gently wraps around Aventurine, your palm finding his waist as you lock eyes.

“Aventurine-”

“Kakavasha.”

He interupts you, pulling away from the hug while you’re internally dissapointed at the lack of warmth, your eyes making contact as the blond gazes at you with a soft, grateful look as he smiles, a genuine one.

“My name is Kakavasha, [𓏵].”

After a few moments of silence, you nod. The morning light bounces off Kakavasha’s face, making him impossibly handsome in the bright light, his hair is accentuated by the warm shine, your heart races faster as your hand finds his.

“Yes, of course, sir.”

You murmur softly, the cats yowling wildly in thier protest of not being fed, and Kakavasha laughs as one of them pounced on the counter and smushes thier way between you, the other two trying to accompany it.

“Happy birthday, Kakavasha.”

[yes-ofc-i-bite]

@bartysguitar @zestydarragh (dm me if you dont want to be tagged in things like this) @ open tags

found a fun little personality test!

i am open tagging as always bc i wanna see everyone’s results!!!!!!

[faegoddessog]

Get to know me better!

Thanks @f3ytal for the tag darlin'!

Ok so I started a new post, bc the old one was REALLLY long for a reblog. HERE is the og if you want to see other's responses!

Ok here we go:

Fav Color: Blue!!!! all blues but espcially dark, royal, ultramarine and cerulean.

Currently Reading: acutal book? these are the two that I have crrently have bookmarks in: Food for Though by Alton Brown and Ultra 85 by Logic (dont' ask me how long I've been 'reading' these, I am an ridiculously slow reader due to rapid naming dyslexia)

Last Song: The Hand that Feeds by Nine Inch Nails or Don't Get Me Wrong by Matchbox Twenty

Last Movie: The Saint (RIP Val Kilmer)

Last Series: The Last of Us (Love me some Pedro, he'd just be SO FUN! I feel like he'd be down for anything... like ANYTHING and I like to explore sooooo... yeah)

Sweet/savory/spicy: I'm partial to sweet but a good savory is delightful. Spicy I can take or leave.

Craving: an honest to goddess vacation, preferarbly to visit my stone bf The David. (it's been far, far too long)

Tea/Coffee: tea in the morning, coffee in the afternoon.

Last thing I googled: "Help my brushes went away in firealpaca" 🤦🏼‍♀️

Looking forward to: My daughter being home from College, (she's one of my bff's) glamping trips this summer with my hubs.

Current Obsession: 👇🏼for his talent, his thoughtfulness, his dedication and hard work, his light and his groundedness-

and of course his 🎂

He's a whole package of amazing that I truly want to to have a long sit down chat with (long cuz it's gonna take me a hot min to get over myself). Do I have a note on my phone filled with questions I'd love to ask him... Yes... yes I do. Are they all 'appropriate' no, no they are not.

No Pressure Tags: @peggyao3 @therealslimshakespeare @softmamawrites @psycheetamore

(sorry if I've double tapped you!)

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"