#outcast

[permdaydreamer]

This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I can’t really explain what stranger things means to me. A show about outcasts, by outcasts, for outcasts. When you’re different, sometimes you feel like a mistake. But you make me feel like I’m not a mistake at all, like I’m better for being different.

[lovely-cherubs]

Disassembly Discussion #1: N is NOT obsessed with Uzi

Am I the only one who doesn’t like/disagrees with the whole "N is obsessed with Uzi" and vice versa argument? Like I’m sorry, but as somebody who’s been an outcast my entire life and wasn't able to find people who treated me like a human being until like high school, I find that argument to be pretty vague. Like obsessed how? Like Marionette DuPain Cheng obsessed?

To me, I don't see N being obsessed with Uzi at all. I mean think about it: his whole entire life he been treated like an outcast by his own two teammates. V pretended to not notice him and J abused him physically and verbally.

Then we get to episode 1, he finally found somebody who saw him for who he was, who DIDN'T think he was "useless and terrible", who in general he could relate to (aka Uzi). It makes sense that he would be closer to her than everybody else in the group. I mean, from the beginning it was already established that he wasn’t that close with V or J, especially J for obvious reasons.

Not only that, but people seem to forget that episode six, he literally lost V and assumed she was dead. If I were him, I'd probably become more on edge with the fear of losing the only person I have left with me. And don't even get me started with Uzi. She’s been treated like an outcast by everybody in the bunker. Add her negligent father to the picture along with being constantly bullied by Lizzy, we can see how that took a toll on her self-image, self-confidence, and everything.

It may seem like obsession/limerance, but it's really not. When you’ve been treated like crap your entire life by those around you, it can be pretty easy to get attached and close to somebody who finally treats you like a human being. Speaking from experience.

So, I’m sorry but I kind of find this whole idea that N is obsessed with Uzi to be pretty ignorant and it makes me think that the people who say this have been liked by the people around them their entire lives, much more, weren't outcasts growing up. Let me know what you think. Feel free to disagree with me, but I don’t think that N is obsessed with Uzi by a longshot.

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Got to the part of chapter 9…

[naberrries]

hayden christensen for columbia (2024)

[haydenshill]

Why have I watched this like 20 times in a row?

[warriors-official-russian-art]

Jayfeather

“Dark River” | “Outcast“

[strawberross]

[webweabings]

BUT NO ONE IS LISTENING

Arundhati Roy; // "Every Day", by David Levithan; // "Why You Don't Feel Heard", by Khiron Clinics; // Anna Jae; // "Nobody Listen To Me", by Medium.com; // Unknown; // Cherly Richardson

[thesassypadawan]

Deep Forest (Jacob x FemHalfDemonReader)

Summary: You’d overheard in your travels of a strong creature…a hulking being that wanders the forest trails at twilight, seeking out easy marks.  Begged and paid handsomely by the local villagers to exterminate this demon, you set the perfect trap…offering yourself as bait.  However you’re taken by surprise when your prey turns out to a very handsome human man…one that awakens a side of you that had long been buried.  (Story and reader are somewhat inspired by one of my favorite animes, InuYasha)

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Riding (giddy up), somewhat public smex, marking, fight for power/power imbalance, and… Jacob’s long, fat dick.

- Shrugging, slipping out of your black bodysuit.  You let it fall silently to the forest floor, landing amongst your discarded armor and pack.  Rustle  Stretching lazily, inhaling the crisp mountain air.  You discreetly take in your surroundings.  Crackle   Faint breeze coming from the east, causing the spring’s surface to ripple.  Bringing the tangy scent of fruit mixed with sweet flowers.  Hints of musk, fresh sweat.  Crunch

- A twig snaps somewhere behind, ringing throughout the clearing.  You don’t react initially, opting instead to let your prey think it still has the upper hand.  To allow it to draw closer, just enough so you’re able to…

- Leaves shift.  The chitter of birdsong falls quiet, but only for a brief moment as…

- Fingers automatically thread themselves into your weapon’s leather binding.  Swinging it with trained ease, bringing it around to bear the weight…block what you sense would be a blow to your right shoulder.  However the attacker maneuvers to the left at the last moment; kicking out, sweeping your legs from underneath you.

- The two of tumble across the cold, hard ground.  Thin blade slashes, misses your now dirt and mud-covered flesh by mere inches.  Evading and rolling, you protect yourself to the best of your ability.  Even landing a few well-placed hits with the blunt, curved edge of your boomerang.  As you easily disarm one another, grappling for dominance in a passionate dance.  One that will only end in one of two ways…life or death. 

- Or…perhaps…maybe…

- Straddling your attacker’s hips, you stare down at the naked man beneath you.  Your shallow pants melding along with his; forming an almost soothing, erotic melody.  Rising and drifting towards the purple, orange skies.  “Who are you?”

- Although your question was more of a demand; it was still simple, straight to the point.  Yet he only stares up at you silently.  Blue eyes glazed over, something wild flickering deep within them.

- In retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have won this fight.  The man clearly stood a good head taller than you.  Most likely outweighing you as well by a considerable amount.  His body toned, heavily corded with powerful muscles.  That flex, contort beneath you.  Testing your balance, your grip around his thick neck.  While radiating a warmth that leeches into your thighs, causes…

- Stomach clenches, hips cant unconsciously.  “What, too embarrassed to say?  Upset that you were bested by a woman?”  Sharpened nails scratch at, sink slightly into the vulnerable curve of his throat.  “Thought I would be an easy mark…roll onto my back, part my legs for you like some spineless bitch?”

- A curious shudder vibrates through his form, sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.   “Mmmh, I was hoping so…”  Considerable length, twitching and swelling.  Hardening, pressing more firmly against your groin.  “It’s been a long time since I’ve had something pretty like you…”

- Breath catches, the coil inside your core tightens.  You should be repulsed, put off  by his unsavory choice of words and actions.  But there’s something about it; coupled with having such a strong, large being pinned down…helpless, under your control.  That was oddly arousing, that awoke a side of yourself which…

- Head tilts to the side; a predatory, feral smile spreads across your face.  “Is that so?”  Impulsively you start to rock; rubbing yourself teasingly, slowly.  The friction delicious, tantalizing.  “Maybe we can come to an agreement then…?”

- “Jacob,” he hisses through his teeth.  Cock jerking and twitching.  Smacking your stomach gently, smearing his pearly essence where your eager and fertile womb lay hidden.  “What might you have in mind…?”

- Picking up your pace, grinding against him harder.  “I go by many names.  Beast.  Abomination.  Half-breed.  Demon.”  Fighting your baser instincts to not whine, beg him to take you right then.  Fill you with…  “As for my real one though…I’ll only grace you with it if you get the job done.”

- His eyebrows rose slightly, adam’s apple bobbed between your spread fingers.  “A job, eh?”  The smell of his excitement, the opium running through his veins making your nostrils flare…mouth water.  “Care to elaborate more?”

- Lifting your hips, leaning forward.  You line up your aching, soaked core with his bulbous, dripping tip.  “It’s simple really.  You give me a litter; a substantial, strong one…”  All the while keeping your gleaming eyes trained on him…hand still fast in place around his neck.  “I’ll give you an experience that you’ve never encountered before.  Not even in your wildest fantasies…”

- “Ah, but what if I refuse?”  He grunts, fingertips digging furrows in the wet soil beneath him…thighs trembling with anticipation under you.  “Or what if I present to you a counter offer instead?”

- Nudging, allowing his head to slip past your tight rim.  “Then it better be a good one.”  Needy, desperate mewl falling from your lips.  “Less you want me to leave your body here for the other predators to feast upon…”  Quickly transforms into a soft growl of warning.  “…to rot here for eternity, in the deep forest.”

- Boldly, he grabs your sides.  Squeezes, kneads the supple flesh.  “Make me your mate…  I’ll be sure to have your belly swell every cycle with a brood of big pups…”  Pulls you roughly, impales you on himself.  Growling in his own gravelly, husky voice as you clench and flutter.  From the burning, almost inhuman stretch.  “For as long as you want…”

- Slick trickles down his shaft; dampens his tuft of wiry, blond curls.  “Then we have ourselves a deal, Jacob…”  Shallow gasps escape you, washes over the crook of his neck.  Tongue laps and licks at what you deem the perfect spot.  “Mate…”  And you sink your canines in.  Marking him, making him irreversibly yours for the rest of his life.

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[arknights-archive]

5th anniversary celebration artwork

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[ghost-37]

[manaohu]

[gor3sigil]

About being a freak, queer, trans etc.

In all the years I've spent going back and forth with my gender, being sure one day and unsure the next about how I wanted to present, if I wanted to be more fem or masc, if I wanted to be neither of them, there's one thing that I never wished: I never wished to be born cis.

There's something so magical in being trans. To me it's like a never ending childlike wonder of myself and others. I see my body as a white canvas I can do anything with and as a playground for me to explore and find secrets at every turn. It's shedding so many times that I had hundreds of silhouettes and I'm not even 30. It's seeing the most deepest and honest smiles when you hang out with your peers, and they're fully themselves and you are fully yourself even if it's just for one moment.

Being trans is being more naked than ever. My understanding of my own flesh at its core like I'm dissecting it once a year is so whole and complete. Noticing the patterns, the intricate map of my skin, how it grows and stretch with every change even well before HRT as I was practicing new poses and expressions and clothes.

I don't see myself as a flower, I see myself as a whole garden, with bees and critters everywhere, bursting with life in the warmth of the sun under a sky as blue as the cleanest seas.

Regarding the way others see me, mind you, I always was, and I mean ALWAYS, all my life, seen as a freak.

Try to picture this, even tnough you maybe can because this is the story of a whole bunch of us: growing up as a goth, queer and undiagnosed autistic girl, in a little shitty town, the last child of a family of disabled and neurodivergent folks that everyone saw as a family of, well, freaks. The teachers at school knew your brother who was bullied, and your sister who always caused troubles. They don’t know which of these paths you’re going to take but they sure as hell don’t like you. And the only other queer kids you know are a couple of girls who’d chugg down vodka before class in middle school because they were not accepted at home and bullied during recess.

My first queer relationship, also in middle school, was the typical “I loved her to the moon and back but she only wanted to experiment” and it tore down my soul. It took me years to recover from this. I think that, apart from my longest relationship to date, I never put that much of myself into someone I loved. But she was just goofing around and I mean, fair, we were kids, but man did it hurt. I resented her for years after. Now I just hope she’s happy and doing the job she always dreamed of doing.

Anyways, all that to say that I was used to being seen as an outcast. I hated that for years and tried and tried again and again to fit in. It doesn’t work. Because this in not the answer. Remember when I said that my family members were always all disabled ? My father espacially was physically disabled (and probably also autistic but undiagnosed), and he’s still to this day one of the most ableist person I’ve ever met. He knew his kids weren’t “normal”. He fought tooth and nails for us to fit in. Because that’s how he survived. But despite it all, it never worked. Because you can’t force your way into society’s standards.

I never felt more free than when I just gave up trying to. If I was going to be seen as weird anyways, might as well go all the way. Dress as I please, date who I wanted (another story for another time but it didn’t go as planned), enjoy the shit I enjoyed, unapologetically. And guess what ? It stopped the bullying. Because I gained confidence in myself and most of all, pride. I grew proud of being an outcast, so much so that people just started to be like “well, they’re like that anyways” and left me the fuck alone.

I’m rambling lmao but I think it’s important to be aware that nobody will live your life for you. Being your weird self, it’s so hard, butn so rewarding. More rewarding than anything. You’ll start making new relationships based on you TRUE self, you’ll go all the way for your passions, and trust me, you’ll be more free than anyone who bent themselves to fit in the mold and still need to painfully stretch their limbs everyday to keep the act on.

I know that sometimes it’s something you have to do to survive, and that’s perfectly okay. But don’t forget to keep your true self close and to let them out from time to time, okay ? Water down your inner garden. That’s the only way you will truly live.

[shpepyao]

Plantoid-insectoid pal for my lore