#im so worked up over this this is so not cool

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inner mono-dialogue

the more time i spend being davepeta with you the more i realize almost every single problem in my life was caused by my obsession with being this unfeeling cool dude

but youre cool already

like in the way that actually matters

youre chill and friendly and just nice and thats all there is to it

youre shamelessly yourself even if everybody around you is a jackass and gives you shit for it

youre similar to jade and john in that way

i really envied that about them

but its different actually being at the control panel and feeling where that earnesty comes from

it makes me wanna match your energy and keep that pawsitivity ball rolling even if it ends up being weird or cringe or whatever

fuck man do you know how exhausting it is building yourself social hoops to leap through all the time and when you trip up even once its suddenly the end of the world

what kinda dumbass does that its like dealing with life in hard mode for no reward

fuck that noise

i like your way better

Nepeta's heart burns and shines inside you.

:33 < thank you :))

:33 < but you know

:33 < i dont think doing things your way is unrewarding

:33 < its like

:33 < a shield!

Dave scrunches up with discomfort.

X33 < i dont mean that in an insulting way!

:33 < the fact is that shields are just purractical sometimes

:33 < it doesnt make you cowardly to hide behind one

:33 < in the same way that it isnt cowardly for a predator to hide in the bushes when stalking prey

:33 < its just a way to make sure you dont get hurt!

:33 < purrsonally i found shields too cumbersome

X33 < im a hunter after all!

:33 < and i guess maybe the same goes for my personality

:33 < its not really that im purrticularly brave for being myself

:33 < i just didnt have a say in the matter in the furst place!

:33 < honestly if i had a choice i would have loved to be more like you dave

:33 < you can befriend people almost effortlessly

:33 < and its beclaws youre also just a nice person

Dave recoils in surprise, but Nepeta passionately pushes forward.

:33 < fur real! i f33l it inside you! theres a really strong sense of empathy there

:33 < its just like mine! just smarter, and a bit more analytical

:33 < whenever we encounter someone mew, its like i f33l you lock onto them, and you gather so many insights into their purrsonality without even trying

:33 < and you can use that to bond with others without giving every part of you away

:33 < which unfortunately

:(( < i never really knew how to do

Nepeta sours with unpleasant feelings. Your brows scrunch together with both pain and sympathy.

Nepeta has a big and complex heart. She tried her best to keep it from spilling over, but it always did in the end. And it was embarrassing. It was embarrassing when your friends dismissed your hobbies or focused in on your strange quirks. It was embarrassing when they revealed they knew about your crush on Karkat that you'd worked so hard to hide. And it hurt whenever he would say mean things about you. He and anyone else.

But you always puffed out your chest and sucked it up. You stuck to your guns no matter what. Because it was fun! The things you liked, the people you liked, were fun, and they made you feel good. Why couldn't anyone else see that? And why did it seem like they never gave a single thought to who you were?

You curl in on yourself. Your chest hurts. You suddenly really miss Equius.

And you miss Rose. You miss Jade. You miss John and Karkat and Aradia and Tavros and Terezi and all the others. You miss all the people you can go outside and see whenever you wish, and you miss all the people that you have no hope of ever seeing again. You feel the choral echo of all the times you've ever felt this need for comfort, this thrumming pain searing hot inside you, like hunger wracking your stomach.

You clench your teeth. You remember being on your bed, curled in blankets, not having eaten a proper meal in days. You remember holding your stomach and sneaking to the kitchen, turning your shoulder at every step to look fearfully behind you, only for your fingers to falter hopelessly on the handle of the refrigerator, knowing there was nothing for you inside.

You shake with anger. You know that feeling. The feeling of being chased by something much bigger than you, a hulking silhouette of menacing strength following your scent through the thicket. You'd clutched a beast carcass to your chest, barely breathing as you stalked clumsily through the trees, performance wavering from exhaustion and hunger.

You'd almost died. You'd almost died often. And then after escaping death so many times, it one day claimed you. Casually. Unflinchingly. And the world beat on without you, leaving you stunned by your own insignificance. You'd looked out onto every preceding moment of your life, wondering if there was anything to truly be proud of in the face of your friends accomplishing all these fantastical things. You'd felt lonely before, but after that, you were truly walled off from every single person you knew.

And now, despite everything, you're alive again. Twofold, together with someone.

A warmth coats the ache inside your body. The two parts of you swirl together, feeling and tasting each other, trying to understand themselves.

It feels like a hug.

[nobodyknowsimalesbian777]

It's Just Buisness- Ambessa x Sevika (Arcane)

NSFW tags - hate sex, strap-usage (a!receiving), pussy-slapping (a!receiving), hair-pulling (a!receiving), sub!ambessa (she doesnt think so), dom!sevika

authors note: i always feel so slutty writing the tags after im done. like yeah u just wrote all that u little freak 😞😞😞 if you liked this go look at the art it was inspired by!! creators links are at the end, if you have any trouble dm me and i'll send the art to you!! okay hope u love im going to shut up now #holyyapamoly ----------------------------------------------------------

sevika and ambessa had an incredibly delicate relationship,

both women valued loyalty, power, and strength,

but above all else, the only thing they truly bonded over was their shared love of sex

once a week, the two women would meet at the brothel,

neither one of them worked there, but sevika insisted that it was the least suspicious place for "women like them"

ambessa urged that they at least come at different times, to avoid anyone getting the wrong idea.

truly, ambessa thought that being seen at a brothel was already wounding,

she hated that people might think she needed to pay a woman to have sex with her

in spite of this, ambessa stood in the lobby, her large frame already grabbing more attention then she liked

babette didn't even look up from her work as she waved the woman back,

she didnt expect payment yet, knowing exactly what she was really here for,

more, who she was really here for

ambessa rushed to the end room, aggressively pulling the beaded curtain aside as her eyes landed on sevika

"took you long enough." the younger woman snarked, her eyes trailing up and down ambessa's frame

clothes hit the floor faster then sevika had ever seen, and it wasn't long before ambessas naked body was pressed against sevikas clothed one

"it's just business." ambessa muttered, more to herself then anyone else

sevikas hand gripped ambessas braided bun, tugging it back "you always were a bad liar."

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sevika stood behind ambessa, holding the taller woman's hip as she tapped her strap against her clit

ambessa felt cool metal grip her other hip, relishing in the bruising hold sevika had on her

one gentle push of her hips had sevika fully sheathed inside ambessa, who worked her hardest to remain quiet,

showing pleasure ment showing sevika had the power to please her, and she would not stand for that

"you call this rough?" ambessa scoffed, rolling her eyes at sevikas unusually gentle demeanor

a stinging slap landed on ambessas ass, and she turned around to see sevikas metal arm coming up and snaking around her neck, pulling her back

her flesh hand traveled around ambessas thigh, finding her clit with unsurprising ease

sevika pressed hard on her clit as she pulled ambessa towards her, nipping at her ear as she sneered

"you're not the one in charge here, general" the patronizing nickname urged a swell of slick to leak from ambessas cunt,

giving sevika the perfect opportunity to deliver a harsh slap to her clit, before pulling her hips back and ramming them into the taller woman

she quickly found a bruising pace, switching from grabbing at ambessas full tits and rubbing her clit with her metal arm

eventually, she settled on a punishing grip on ambessas bun, her flesh hand reaching around and clawing at her stomach

ambessas moans filled the room as sevika brutally slammed her hips into her, guiding her to lean her hands against the table in front of her

the back of her strap provided a delicious friction to sevikas clit, encouraging her to go that much harder in search of her own release

it wasn't long before ambessa was writhing under the younger woman's touch, her gruff moans transforming into needy whines and pleas

"this enough for you?" sevika huffed out, pressing her stomach against the swell of ambessas ass

"y-yes. that's- oh god..better" ambessa whined out, arching her back into sevika

the two women only lasted a few more strokes before coming undone, one after the other.

both of their muscular bodies intertwined as they came,

one who walked in might have trouble telling where one woman ended and the other began due to their closeness

in a moment of passion, sevika grabbed ambessas jaw, pulling her to the side and feverishly connecting their lips

the two women did their best to stay away from any sort of emotional intimacy, it was one of the rare things they agreed on,

and, although neither one would ever admit it, in this moment, with their bodies pressed together and their minds focused on only each other, they both caught themselves questioning "is this really just business?"

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THIS FIC WAS INSPIRED BY SOME ABSOLUTELY AMAZING ART I HAD SENT TO ME!! im going to tag the creators twitter, and blog since the link to the art isnt working (dm me if you can!t find it and i'll send it to you!) . please please please go show some love to their art if you liked this fic, because this story wouldn't exist without them!! as always, i hope you all enjoyed this very, very much!

gang we all knew i was going to write the two buff muscle mommies getting freaky, it was just a matter of time.

also, ik ambessa bad but like i still want her to ptpom 😛

[catscraaatch]

₊˚ପ⊹ bring your love baby, I could bring my shame

sum: nanami, a man with everything to the unknowing eye, just wants a break. overworked and underappreciated, he usually finds solace in the bottom of a glass. until he meets you, and finds heaven in the private room of a strip club.

an// this is just a drabble/part 1 to a fic im currently working on! tbh I was listening to the weeknd and by nature a strip club fic was born...enjoy!! :) mdni.

ao3 link

he sits in the parking lot of the club, the engine of his black jaguar humming a low purr. he checks his watch–

10:03. Shit.

he shifts against the cool leather seats of the car, rolling his shoulders back with a deep exhale. He’s not late per say, there's really nothing for him to be late for. but nanami was a punctual man. early was on time and on time was late. that’s how he ran everything in his life.

between dull company meetings, after work networking mixers, and the constant overbearing weight of some asshole in a suit much cheaper than his breathing down his fucking neck… nanami had no room for foolish tardiness. and this– whatever ‘this’ was exactly...

a reprieve from his 9-5? an escape from the burden of a life unlived? a breath of fresh air for a man who was just so fucking tired of always giving, always showing up... he didn’t know. all he knew was that if he was gonna be on time for anything, to soak up every precious fucking second of time that he could, it was gonna be this. and 3 minutes with you could overshadow a life time of affliction for a man like him.

the first few times, it was an accident. that’s what he liked to call it.

after a much too long week of work, the constant expectation of him to run a company full of idiots who couldn’t tell up from down– after one too many beratings from the higher ups, he’d had enough. he drove himself to his usual spot, a bar about 10 minutes away from his job. it was a shit hole quite honestly. a place that none of the nuclear, hollow shells of men that he worked with would be caught dead in. and that’s what he liked about it. no men in suits, no one expecting anything from him, shaking his hand with too much force offering him a ’deal’ or a ‘partnership’ just regular folks looking to get drunk.

he pulled up to the place that night with the sole intention of drowning all his regrets in whiskey, only to be met with disappointment– a familiar occurence in his life— when the sign on the door read that the bar was closed for remodelling. just his fucking luck. 

he drove around for a while after that, tapping idly against his steering wheel, his own thoughts chastising him for how pitiful he was becoming. living a life he didn’t want and his only reprieve from it being at the bottom of a glass. he was on the verge of turning around and heading home, calling it a night when he looked over to the left of the road.

in the distance, a bright pink sign glittered against the night sky.  just above the letters of the sign was a rickety cutout of a woman, her assets emphasized as the mechanics made it so that her leg swung back and forth, a pleaser high heel at the very end of it. nanami thought for a second, measuring the lengths of his dwindling dignity before pulling off of the road, driving into the clubs parking lot with a sigh.

nanami had never been in a strip club. had never had the desire for it. he heard how the men at work talked about the women there– like they were zoo animals. he had nothing against the women themselves, but had no interest in being grouped in with the men around him– ogling, touching and talking as if they’d never felt the touch of a woman– or even seen one. and that first time he walked into the club all those nights ago, he swears he was just looking for a drink. same thing the night after that… and the night after that.

he’d sit at the bar, drink in hand, letting the bitter liquid melt away all his frustrations, all his desolation. he’d been approached a few times of course– nanami was an attractive man. an expensive looking one at that. he had a body that he took very good care of, always adorned with a luxury suit and a watch to match. his usually perfectly slicked hair a bit disheveled, fallen over the rim of his glasses and into his hazel eyes after a few drinks. he’d politely turn down the advances. offering him a dance, offering him “something else?” with a bright smile and batting of the eyes. the dancers were beautiful, but he was truly just here for a drink. until one fateful night, that is, when he saw you.

nanami doesn’t know what changed that night– what made him finally tear his eyes away from the bar top, set his glass down and look. maybe it was the song playing. or the hush that fell over the room. the heaviness that lingered in the air; made it feel like he was the only person in the club. front and center under the neon lights, watching you on stage. all he knows is that he saw you, in all your glory, your body blanketed by the stage lights and the glow of something sparkly on your supple skin.

you crawled toward the front of the stage– toward him. your eyes met and for a second, for the first time in a long time, nanami felt breathless. and the rest was fucking limerence.

so now, here nanami sits. at his newfound usual spot, at his usual time–despite those 3 minutes, fucking traffic– breaths bated and his stomach swirling with a misplaced feeling as he loosens the tie around his neck, cutting off the engine of his car with a breathy sigh, getting out and heading toward the club. ready to watch his favorite girl put on a show for him.

[diangelodork]

guys i’m really bad at writing actual fics so im gonna start posting snippets from fics i have concepts of plans for but go like this “👁️👄👁️” when i try to actually write them so HERES THE FIRST ONE LMAO (payneland, post get together, the monty talk tm - talk of consent and lack thereof, jealous charles rowland)

edwin took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. he pressed his fists against one another, lifting his head up to look at his lover who had his legs splayed out in front of himself on their couch. edwin cleared his throat once. “charles, i did- i think it may be wise to delve into my prior feelings about… monty,” he said, treading cautiously. he knew how quickly the mere mention of that name riled his boyfriend up.

“you don’t have to. y’know, if you don’t want to,” charles answered far too quickly, trying for nonchalance, but edwin caught how his shoulders squared off and his fingers tensed. edwin knew that he didn’t want to hear it, but he just wanted to be honest with his boyfriend.

“i’d like to tell you, if you’d let me, my dove,” he said, layering a thick layer of saccharine onto the term of endearment and walked over to the couch. charles was much more amenable to listening to him when he brought out the old-fashioned pet names.

a warm smile broke out onto charles’ face, eyes wrinkled and adoring. he held his hands out, silently asking to be closer to his lover. when edwin sat down beside him, he hauled him up into his lap, sighing at how nicely they fit together. “go on then, love,” charles said, stroking up and down edwin’s arm. charles was purposeful in the way he held him, making it so that his back would be flush up against charles’ chest. not only was it nice to bury his face in his hair, but he wouldn’t be able to see the inevitable frustration on his face when he began regaling tales of monty.

edwin tried to relax into the touch, but it was still something they were working on, the slackening of his rigid posture. the evident discomfort both boys had about the topic certainly didn’t help in this. his head fell to charles’ shoulder in a matter of moments before he readied himself to speak.

“do you remember how he and i went on that walk? after the case of the two dead dragons?” edwin asked.

“mmm,” charles hummed in verification. his jaw was already clenched and edwin hadn’t even said much of anything yet.

“well, we ended up at this children’s park and we sat on the swings and i had told him that we should stop seeing each other,” edwin explained easily, as if it wasn’t even a big deal. seeing each other? charles hadn’t known they were ever officially a thing. edwin was still his best friend then, why hadn’t he told him? he restrained from huffing and let edwin continue without interruption, keeping his hands busy by stroking his thumbs up and down edwin’s sleeves.

“i told him about my…” edwin trailed off for a moment, inhaling the nonexistent scent that would lie on charles’ shoulder. the tension released from his body ever so slightly, and his voice was a bit quieter when he spoke again. “feelings. i told him how much they scared me,” he confessed.

the frustration washed away from charles with edwin’s soft-spoken words, leaving compassion for his lover in their wake. he hated hearing that edwin was scared and that he couldn’t protect him. maybe it was foolish as it was already in the past, but it mattered to him.

“but it seems he misinterpreted me and he… kissed me,” edwin says and oh, charles could seemingly feel the heat rising once more. it seemed he could be angry! what a development!

“oh. cool. was it- was it good?” charles asked, heat creeping into his voice. he had tried to hide it, but somehow, the jealousy festered even though he knew that it was him with the boy on his lap and not that crow’s.

“my love, i know i do not have to tell you that needn’t be jealous. i truly only have eyes for you, and i know you are aware of that,” edwin cooed and he used his power over charles like a weapon. he shifted his body so that he could cup charles’ face with one hand, pressing their lips together. “i adore you, charles. not him.”

he was ever too convincing and he knew it.

“yeah, i know,” charles said, trying for a bit less of a sopping puddle than what came out.

“good,” edwin smiled still, lips curling up beautifully. he pressed another kiss to the tip of charles’ nose this time before continuing. “i did not like it, or dislike it, really. i had liked him, at one point, but it was never- it could never possibly be in any way comparable with my affinity for you. it had taken me by surprise, of course, as that was decidedly not my intention in telling him that we should stop seeing each other, but i do not fault him. i know my wording is difficult to understand, on occasion. i’m not angry with him. not for that, at least. it still rather hurts that he betrayed us,” edwin said, his voice smaller toward the end.

“wait, you mean- you were trying to reject him and he kissed you?” charles asked, panic and anger rising and flowing into one another, his core fiery. not only had this birdbrain kissed his boyfriend, but he hadn’t even consented? had edwin not been firmly on his lap, he’d’ve been all the way back in port townsend now. he may not be good at mirror travel, but the pure, unbridled rage festering within him blinded him to that fact.

“yes, but, listen to me, my love,” edwin said, a small amount of panic in his voice. “he hadn’t done so on purpose. he thought i had meant that i was afraid of making it real. he didn’t simply kiss me because i was trying to reject him,” edwin tried to amend, but charles could hardly hear it over the blood rushing in his ears.

“bloody git. i’ll pluck all his feathers out,” charles said, now unable to hide his anger and frustration. his fingers tensed as he gripped edwin’s waist, fingers digging into his sides. edwin let out a small gasp.

“charles, he helped me uncover my feelings for you,” edwin said finally, a plea in his voice.

charles stopped at that, considering it. had it not been for that cunt, edwin would probably never have figured out his feelings for him? he didn’t forgive him, not by any means, but he did know just what to say to get edwin to laugh.

he let the tension seep out of his own body, forcing himself to relax. “oh. i’ll send him a fruit basket,” charles said plainly, masking any frustration that remained. he was still upset about it, but he was okay enough for him stop worrying about it while edwin was with him. he’d figure out the rest on his own time.

a laugh bubbled up, escaping edwin’s lips. “he’s still in crow form, i believe,” he said, turning to charles with a smile.

charles captured his lips in a chaste kiss, “then i’ll send him a seed basket,” he said against his lips. edwin wrapped his arms around his neck and charles couldn’t find it in himself to care any more at that moment. not with the loveliest boy in the world on his lap. kissing him. (and if the sense of possessiveness that edwin returned through their kiss added to a very different sort of heat in his core, that was no one’s business but charles’. and maybe edwin’s. definitely edwin’s.)

[carattaca]

𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝

“𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝒾’𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃 ℴ𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃， 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝒽 𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ“

synopsis: idol!soonyoung x reader

“I just wanna be… like a rock you know?”

theme: fluff??? A sprinkle of angst???

warnings: hoshi is a lil depressed n tired

a/n: im backkkk?? for how long tho 👀👀

part 4 of my wave to earth series :)))

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the bass pulsed through the crowded club, neon red lights flashing in vibrant colors as bodies moved in time with the music. you were starting to regret agreeing to come out tonight. it wasn’t like you hated parties, but this one felt suffocating, your clothes clinging too tight, the air heavy with heat and the buzz of too many conversations.

you were leaning against the bar, your half-empty drink in hand, when you caught sight of a familiar figure. soonyoung. his energy usually filled every room he walked into, but tonight, he seemed… quieter? he wasn’t on the dance floor, the life of the party like he usually was. Instead, he was slouched in a corner booth, his white blonde hair falling into his dark eyes. his fingers tracing lazy circles on the rim of his glass as he stared at the flickering lights above.

you hesitated for a moment before weaving through the crowd towards him. ever since you grew closer to seventeen by working with them, hoshi has always intrigued you. he always seemed to be so energetic and loud yet there was always something so calm and still about him. he was the member you’re closest to; you could rely on soonyoung for anything . but you’d never seen him like this before—withdrawn, like he was carrying something too heavy to share.

“you look like you’re over it already,” you said, sliding into the seat across from him.

his eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a second, the tiredness in them caught you off guard. then he gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “you’re not wrong.”

you tilted your head nudging his shoulder playfully . “what’s up soonyoung? this isn’t like you.”

he exhaled, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just tired of trying to keep up with everything. the whole… idol thing? always on, always moving, barely getting a break. sometimes I just want to be—” he paused, his voice dropping. “—like a rock you know. Just still”

the words hung between you, soft yet heavy. you reached across the table, your hand brushing against his. “hey, you don’t have to be anything for anyone tonight. just… be here.”

his smile softened, more genuine this time. “thanks, y/n… you always make me feel better you know even if you don’t know it”

the club suddenly felt too loud, too bright and you felt your face getting hotter. you smiled softly and nodded toward the door. “c’mon. let’s get out of here for a bit.”

he didn’t hesitate, following you through the throng of people and out into the cool night. the air hit you, crisp and refreshing, and you took a deep breath as the noise of the club faded into the background.

hoshi leaned against the brick wall beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets. “better,” he murmured, his eyes drifting from you up to the stars barely visible above the city lights.

you glanced at him, the way his features softened in the glow of the streetlamps. “you know,” you began, “you’re allowed to take breaks. you don’t have to carry everything on your own.”

he turned to you, his gaze searching. “you always know what to say, don’t you?”

you shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “I try.” you go and lean against the wall, standing beside him.

for a while, the two of you just stood there, the silence between you comforting. and when he finally spoke again, eyes trained on you again, his voice was quieter, but steadier. “thanks for pulling me out of there. I needed it.”

“anytime,” you said, bumping your shoulder against his. “what are friends for?”

he smiled at that, but there was something in his eyes that made you wonder. was it doubt? or possibly longing?

hoshi didn’t look away. Instead his smile faltered, and his expression grew serious. he stepped a little closer, the warmth of him brushing against the chill of the night air. “I don’t think I want to just be friends,” he said softly, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city.

your breath caught, his words sinking in as his eyes searched yours for a reaction. the vulnerability in his expression was unmistakable, and the space between you felt charged, like the world had paused for just the two of you.

“hoshi…” you started, your voice wavering slightly, but the way he looked at you made it hard to finish.

“I’m sorry if that’s too much,” he said quickly, his cheeks flushing. “I just—being around you feels different. easier. like I can actually breathe.”

his words hung in the air, and you smiled softly. In that moment, you realized you felt it too—the ease, the way being with him made the world seem lighter. You smiled, your hand reaching out to brush his. “It’s not too much. not at all.”

relief washed over his face, and his smile came back, brighter and more genuine than you’d seen all night. he didn’t say anything else, but the way his hand held yours spoke volumes as the two of you stood there, the gold city lights glowing on your faces.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[mahito-ing]

Age regressor atorou because he always has to be the best even when he was little and that has to be hard to shoulder…..

He had his youth taken away and he doesn’t want that for the others im CRYING he was just a kid but he didnt get to be one

need him to regress to little ages to make up for it…he would let himself confide in suguru but he CANT anymore :(((((((((

[inkskinned]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[umblrspectrum]

hi heres art so you pay attention to me now go read the tags

[captainmaxatx]

Omega! Logan who was born in the 1800s when secondary gender roles were very prevalent but it actually really suited him and he wanted to be a home maker and have a bunch of pups but he was always too big and hairy and and not seen as a good Omega. Alphas would sleep with him but never treat him the way they would a “proper” omega and they didn’t ever want anything serious because it’s like almost shameful to have a big hairy omega.

Then times change and Omegas start breaking out of the cookie cutter roles and they go into the work force and what not (feminism but it’s omegas) and Logan is very happy for them he thinks they all deserve the right to choose, but still no one wants him. And everyone expects him being an omega with the way he looks to be at the forefront of the movement to want the change for himself, but he doesn’t.

And over the years he toughened up and stops looking to start a family and put his dreams on the back burner to become what everyone expected of him.

And then everything happens and all the sudden Logan finds himself in a universe without secondary genders, where he isn’t a too big and hairy omega, he’s just some guy.

And unintentionally he finds his way into the role he’s always craved, where he takes care of the home and the dog while Wade makes the money, and it’s the closest he’s ever been to the life he wanted. He mostly retires from fighting and heroing, but now he’s ready for a new challenge. And being near Laura has only served to dig up that old desire and instinct he tried to bury so long ago

And I mean, even if the mutant hate wasn’t as bad as it is in Logan’s old world there was still a time here not to long ago when mutants were ran out and scattered around the world. And now with the people at Xavier’s working on getting the Mutants back into the city trying to re group with their still dwindling numbers. I mean Logan and Wade should help with the mutant re population efforts, who better to do that then two very eager immortals who can heal from anything and with a whole gang of friends around them for free child care.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

waiting for marvel to take you up as their comic artist so that we can have amazing art with cherik official storyline

marvel hire me to draw professor x and magneto making out sloppy style for forty issues straight you will get a BAJILLION dollars i promise

[love-3-crimes]

Day 30: Dead Lines

Stuck pretending

[ganondoodle]

kind of expected that the ability breakdown wouldnt get that much traction (especially on twitter bc if it doesnt do well in the first few hours it might as well be dead) but what i didnt need to wake up to was looking at my twitter notifications and thinking there was a long comment on it at first but then i read it and it turned out to be some guy having dug up one of my old totk tweets where i talked about how zelda was treated-

and if a quote retweet with a thread attached already starts with "this entitled brat didnt understand that zelda was being a history nerd by being in the past and getting to experience it herself" with two screenshots attached of the end of totk with zelda staring at the cam all uwu (which has ??? to do with their point??) i dont even want to know what else was in that thread

if thats how the majority of the fandom is then im even less surprised that nintendy doesnt even have to try to write anything good :I

ah yes, i am a game nerd, and by putting me in a game where i stand around doing puppy dog eyes while being shoved around by NPCs is me being a game nerd OBVIOSULY

[triona-tribblescore]

DRAGON IM GONNA SOB- WHY- YOU ALREADY MADE ME SAPPY ON TWITTER IM SO- /POS <33333333

@dragon-spaghetti <333

[mondaymelon]

guess which boyfailure just broke down crying in a culver's !!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[good-beans]

My @milgramcf Zine came in last week and I just wanted to say thank you for all the hard work the mods and creators put into it!! I've never been a part of anything like this before -- it was such a fun and coordinated project, and the final book came out stunning 🤩 It's exciting to participate in a charity project, and I love my little items haha!

[jrueships]

r u the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u buy whatever little thing u want as an adult and struggle with saving for the big mandatory thing,

or the grew up poor never being able to buy the little things in life u always wanted as a kid so now u just never buy anything small bcs u had to learn to live without it and constantly try to save for the next big thing in 500 yrs