#predictable but 😮‍💨

[greenarts]

lmao i'm so mad that if I ever give birth to twins I will separate them (?

[area-vr]

Go Rush Arc 10 is pretty bad

Aside from some Yuudias scenes and fun, this arc is truly a disaster that is not even fun to rant about it anymore.

First of, Yuamu's plan is so wrong from the begining and nobody is calling her for how irresponsible or coward it is to want to forget everything about herself to archive some still questionable goal to make the 7s world a reality..

Instead of getting answers What we got?

Zwijou saying she's brave and determined and that he admires her 😒 Also f the Velgearians 💀

Phaser giving up MIK to investigate from inside (I would be surprised if he actually gets something out of that)

Manabu who was against all of that merging bs to lose and be made fun of

Fukamura telling the other darkmen the most plausible outcome for them if they keep following Yuamu just for then, after doubting, Sabyuas and Zeyet to deceive themselves to keep following Yuamu and defeated Fukamura...😒

Asaka telling Yuamu and Yuna that they are wrong and shouldn't be doing this in favor for a known future.. guess what? She wasn't being sincere 💀 <-(this one is THE WORST!!!!😡😡) and also ended up losing

So I don't know if the message here is praise 7s and f*ck Go Rush or what...

It's not even fun watching how all of what happened in this arc with the city and Yuamu obtaining Monster Reborn was almost without effort from her side

And we still don't know why Otes, or the mystery of Dark Power and Damamu multiplying...

What was this arc even...

Let's hope that with this final duel Yuamu finally desists as this would be the second time the final duel's outcome doesn't matter at all 😮‍💨

[plumeriacosmos]

thinking about all the scenes that might happen in s3 for polin is making me spiral ngl, like all that tension and ohhh, if we get jealous colin i will literally bury myself alive i cant wait for s3

[earl-grey-love]

I suppose some crushes are inevitable.

[half-lightl]

I just went for a trip down memory lane (my blog archive)

[confinesofmy]

i literally picked 10lbs of scuppernongs today. like i weighed them. 8.4lbs after i had given more than a pound away and eaten many handfuls. i'm going to have to process them. we're going back tomorrow and we'll pick the same amount again. what am i going to do. i'll probably process some of my cousin's too. 40lbs of scuppernongs. jesus christ.

[afterglowsainz]

crush | lando norris

summary: charles pr manager is always looking at lando while he’s being interviewed and fans think she has a crush on him

fc: lily-rose depp

a/n: who said fanfic about THE MIAMI GRAND PRIX WINNER

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[ronearoundblindly]

okey dokey, I've had *a day* and will use this glorious...🥴 idek which body part to reference 😮‍💨...and merge it with your previous ask about cooking or baking for Steve and giving him a nice, comforting, home cooked meal. And his response to that act of service and caring. Because this is me, I will obviously be starting with ::gasp:: an argument. Don't you love how predictable I am?!?!

To Tire Is Human

No warnings, uhhh, canon language (sh*t)? Written in drafts so no exact word count. It's not long (2k maybe, very much unedited)!

"The hustle? What does that even mean?" Steve gripes as he finishes up various chores around the property.

"It means I do the work."

Your boyfriend rips apart the wood log he was about to start chopping. "Do the work? Do the work? For nine hours? After leaving home early enough to be at work for an hour before the actual work starts? Then staying at least a half hour to clean?"

"Unless I also have to restock," you add quickly just to really turn the knife.

"You have got to be shitting me," he nearly snarls, eyes down toward the pile.

You don't blame him for not understanding. He's from an era where people worked to live, the point was the living. This...is not longer that era, and you are not of that generation.

Of course, it frustrates him, too, because your work makes living almost impossible. With all that he just mentioned, the commute, and attempting to offer yourself the basic self-care of eating and washing, you don't have the energy to do chores, and you've certainly struggled to find energy enough to show Steve love.

"That's the gig nowadays. That's how us super-average humans do it."

The thing is that you are also so tired of having this conversation. You are tired of the guilt for not magically considering yourself the center of your universe because, despite jokes about every kid receiving participation trophies, it is deeply engrained in you that you are replaceable.

If you don't perform above and beyond, fired. If you ask for too much and offer too little, gone. If you don't constantly learn how to outpace others, useless. It never ends.

And, finally, Steve Rogers might not get this but you age. You aren't powerful to begin with, but day after day, you get weaker and older, while someone else on Earth gets smarter and stronger.

You don't want to hear the spiel. You can see from his pinched face that Steve wants to give the spiel.

You sigh in exhaustion and prepare to hear the whole Cap speech before you two go pick up dinner in town.

One day later that week, your work schedule falls apart and lands you back at home hours before Steve is due to return. Antsy to accomplish something--and looking for a snack,--you notice the perfect combination of ingredients, something saucy and salty, hearty, just like Steve melts for, and a fruity baked good.

It's a lot of steps, there's a lot of mess to clean up as you go, and then there's still a lot left behind. You're hastily rushing around to set the oven timer and yank a skillet off the burner. Perhaps the whole endeavor has gotten you in over your head.

Steve appears out of nowhere.

Well. Not nowhere, but all the chaos in the kitchen is making enough noise, you didn't hear the door.

"I have everything under control," you automatically say.

His expression morphs from one of surprise and concern to utterly overwhelmed. His eyes look glassy as he approaches and scoops you into a quick hug, hands tucking themselves beneath the hem of your shirt so he can feel your skin as he breathes you in.

He quickly releases you at the sounds of oil popping and sniffs, reverting to Cap mode.

"What do you need? What can I do?"

All you can think is that the table hasn't been set.

Steve eats his whole meal--entree and dessert--with his non-dominant hand just so he can hold yours.

He had one of your days.

He spent the drive home listing all the things he needed to do in his head, more energy for each tick, more time for sitting still, more of him to give...

...and then he got to enjoy a lovely dinner with you.

You spent your energy on him, on you both. You spent energy specifically to spend time with him, and Steve could cry but he won't. He keeps smiling, making happy, pleased noises with each delicious bite.

An hour ago, he wasn't sure he could feed himself or wash up. He's simply too tired.

You start playing with his hand, drawing patterns in his palm, lightly dragging your nails on the sensitive inside of his wrist. It makes him shiver.

There were at least four things he was supposed to do outside before it got too dark, a load of towels and sheets needs done, a basket of clothes waits to be folded and put away. He does not want to do any of it.

His fingers close around yours.

"Thank you," he interjects softly, "I was so tired."

You lean forward and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, whispering in his ear, "you wanna leave the dishes to soak and watch a movie instead?"

Steve chuckles, turns his head to quickly kiss your lips, and nuzzles his nose to yours.

"Oh, you're a naughty minx, aren't you?"

Playfully racing up the stairs, ignoring the plates and glasses still on the table, you call back to him.

"Show some hustle, big guy! We got a whole lot of nothing to do."

He twitches, just for an instant, before finally deciding that grabbing the spare pillows from the guest room will add more to the movie experience than doing the dishes.

You're both going to do the work tonight: the work of taking care of each other, enjoying each other, and being human together.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[murdrdocs]

hazel and her gf making a movieee(if yk what i meannn) with a mommy kink 😮‍💨

smut 17+

there’s an old camera in her hands. almost ancient in both of your opinions, one of the ones with a strap on one side and a viewfinder on the other. the rectangle is flipped out, and hazel turns it around so you can see yourself in it. 

sat on the bed, legs spread as your hand rests between your pillowy thighs. your fingers move languidly, stroking your clit as you watch hazel. her free hand is wrapped around her strap on, a newer  one, a little girthier and a pretty lilac color instead of the usual hot pink. 

“you see how pretty you look?” she asks you, taking a step closer and allowing you to really look at yourself. 

you nod, entirely too focused on how close she is to you now. her dick isn’t far from your cunt at this point, and you can’t help but shake your hips, nonverbally begging for her attention. 

hazel coos, the sound starting to sound more natural and normal from her lips with practice. she’d gotten insanely comfortable with you within the past few weeks, to the point where it was easy for her to push you into submission, dominating you in a way you’d never been able to predict. 

“are you getting desperate for mommy? hm? you want mommy’s cock?” 

her words alone are enough to have you losing it a little. but when she takes a half step forward, and slaps your pussy with the silicon head of her cock? you unabashedly moan, the sound breaking off at the end to make you feel even more pathetic.

hazel snickers, starting to run the cock along your cunt, your lips sandwiching the lubed up silicon. each time, the head catches your clit, and your bite onto your bottom lips gets stronger and stronger until you're sure you're drawing blood.

"hazel, please, don't tease."

she leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead that's just barely captured on camera. then, she turns the viewfinder back to its original position, passes the camera to you, and grips your thighs.

she slides her cock in, the new appendage stretching you out more than you'd expected. your head starts to loll off to the side, the camera doing the same. hazel slaps your tummy with just enough force to bring you to attention. "make sure you record us, baby. need you to see how good i fuck you."

[kaely1916]

WHO IS THE JEALOUS ONE NOW? 🫣

Contex: In a case, Charles and Crystal had to work together. Charles thinks that Edwin is going to be sick with jealousy, but the situation turns out very different from his expectations...

*It had been months since Edwin had confessed to him in Hell. Charles said that nothing had changed, but the reality is that something changed for the better, because holy shit, Edwin, the best and most marvelous person he knows, is in love with him!*

*Honestly? Saying that he feels flattered is an understatement. Charles literally feels like he is on cloud nine, so maybe he has been a little too proud of this fact these days.*

"I think the best plan is to interview the victim's family together while Edwin keeps investigating in the office... Charles, are you listening to me?"

"Hehe😊"

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking that Edwin is not going to be happy with that."

"Well, no shit, Sherlock, nothing new there.🥱"

"Heheh, I guess not, innit? 🤭"

"Okay... You are acting reeeallly weird right now. And you know what? I don’t even want to know the reason. Let's tell Edwin and finish the case as soon as possible."

*Charles and Crystal come to the office, where Edwin is already investigating with several papers around his desk.*

"Edwin, mate, Crystal and I were thinking of interviewing some possible witnesses while you keep doing your thing."

*Charles says with a little smile, almost predicting the glare and sharp comment from the other, but to his surprise, Edwin doesn’t even raise his eyes from the book in his hand.*

"Mhm. Okay."

"W-wait what?😦"

*Charles asks, connecting confused eyes with Crystal, who only shrugs her shoulders.*

"Mate? I said, Crystal and I are going to work."

"Mhm hm."

"Together."

"I heard you the first time, Charles."

"And everything is... fine?😕"

"You're okay with that?"

"Why wouldn’t I be? It’s a good idea. Just please be careful."

"Y-yeah... we will...☹️"

"...Okay, awkward😬... Let’s better get going."

"... See you later, mate, I suppose...😟"

"Yes, good luck, you two."

*Charles and Crystal leave the office (Crystal has to grab and drag Charles out).*

"Did you see his face???"

"Yes, Charles, yes I did."

"And his answer??? He didn’t even care!"

"Charles, for goodness' sake, I was there too.😮‍💨"

"And don’t you think that is... weird?"

"Yes? Maybe? I think that many of the things Edwin does are weird anyways. Besides, he didn’t react either when we were on the lighthouse case."

"Well no, but that’s just because he was going to meet with that wanker... WAIT😨. Do you think Edwin is seeing the Cat King again???"

"OMG, can you please stop acting like a toxic boyfriend and focus on the case?"

"I... I'm not acting like... that."

"You’re right, you’re more like a jealous husband on acid."

"Very funny, Crystal. You know what? Let’s finish this as soon as possible."

"Yes, you wouldn’t like to return and catch Edwin cheating on you."

"SO YOU THINK THAT HE IS SEEING HIM AGAIN???😫"

"Oh dear god.🙄"

The End? (I may or may not do a part 2 of this. 🤗)

[sirenesolace]

★Solar Return Chart Prediction★

☆★ !! — — — — — — — ੭ 🐚

☆★ !! — — — — — — — ੭ 🌊

Prediction 1: I’m getting a job🥳 maybe even a modeling job!

Sun + Jupiter in the 8th, Pluto in the 2nd PLUS at a 2°. Modeling is a gamble but I’m going to assume it’s a modeling job because of Mars in the 10th (house of career), and Venus conjunct fama😭 I definitely will have a job that highlights my personality though

Prediction 2: I’m traveling or learning a new language!!

I said travel because I’m currently manifesting going to somewhere in Europe or even Brazil next year🤭 and because Sagittarius is my ascendant, I KNOW it will happen. Learning a new language because Mercury is in my 9th house and because of my Sagittarius ascendant! I’ve been telling myself to go back to learning Spanish and I’m currently learning Italian so that prediction is actually not too far off.

Prediction 3: Being more active on social media and getting A LOT more social media engagement+followers; Also being more popular

11th house ruler (Venus) conjunct Fama and Uranus (3rd house ruler)😮‍💨 I just moved to a new city and I’ve been getting so much positive attention drawn to me :D!! People (no matter the age) literally walk up to me and compliment me 🥹💕 Also glow up?? Ascendant ruler (Jupiter) trine Bella at 0°

Prediction 4: Being more spiritually inclined

My ascendant sign (Scorpio rising) is in the 12th house and my sun is in the 8th. This year I was so into manifestation, and law of assumption. I’ve gotten crazy good at it, and I think this year I’m getting even better at it. Unstoppable even.

︶︶꒷︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦. 🌸

Alright, that’s all folks!! If you guys have any predictions for me, I’d love to hear it in the comments!! Hopefully we get to see more posts like this because it really helps to learn more about solar return charts ☺️💕

Should I post my 2023 solar return chart and see how many predictions I got right?? 2024 solar return chart isn’t over until June 2025 for me; but so far a lot of my predictions have come true.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 7/8

Ruben done f*cked up, is all I can say. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

"Maybe it's better if she comes and stays with us?"

The headaches and memory shocks, not even the doctors had predicted how it would affect you. Your parents came to visit you while you were in the hospital. They were convinced that you should go back to live with them in the Netherlands.

"What do you say Ruben?" They asked.

He looked pale, grey bags visible underneath his eyes. You had been hospitalized for the past week. Ruben had been staying with you every night, leaving for training in the early morning and returning to you late in the evening.

"It's her choice." He mumbled.

Your parents turned to look at you, cradled in your hospital bed. "What do you say honey? Kom met ons mee? (Come with us?).

You were staring blankly into space, like you had been for the past week. It wasn't the memories that haunted you. It was the sense of loss. You had lost somthing that you never even remember having. But one thing was clear to you, somthing wasn't adding up. Someone wasn't telling you the truth, weather it was Ruben, your parents or Rachel. For all you knew all of them were keeping things from you, things like what actually happned to you on the day of your accident.

"I want to go home." You said, your dry lips parting slowly, the words barely making it out of your mouth.

"Home?" Your father questioned. "With us?"

You looked to Ruben. He looked on the verge of somthing, tears, collapsing, verbal confliction? It was hard to tell. Your gaze shifted back to your partners. "Yes." You nodded. "With you. I want to go home with you. "

Ruben bowed his head in defeated, in a way, accepting your choice.

"Okay honey, we'll get the doctors to sign you out."

Your parents left the room, leaving you and Ruben to an endless silence. He approached your bed, at first a bit hesitant to touch you. He then grabbed your hand and pulled up a chair to sit next to you. Your fingers rolled in the palm of his hand. He examined them, taking turns to press each one of them to his warm lips. You watched him. That was all. You just watched him with the sense of loss still devouring you from the inside out.

"Tell me...." Ruben said, gently putting your hand down. He raised his head to hold your gaze. He was unrecognizable, fatigue covering his face like a mask.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you remembered." He asked.

You watched him, his eyes read your soul like an open book.

"You remembered her, didn't you?" Ruben restrained his lips from quivering. "You remembered our baby girl."

You closed your eyes, tears escaping you lids. "I remember her, but I don't remember her. How is that Ruben?"

He shook his head. "I....I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know how to..."

"So you chose to lie to me?"

"Forgive me, Y/N. But I almost lost the both of you that day. I just couldn't..."

"Tell me." You pleaded. "Tell me what happened."

He shook his head, low sniffles leaving his mouth. "I can't,  I can't go back to that night."

"You must."

Ruben looked down, watching your hand in his, however he was inconsolable, refusing to talk, refusing to tell you the truth.

"Then it's decided."

You let him go, creating distance between you.

"Y/N, please."

"I've tried so hard to remember Ruben. So fucking hard. And all this time you have been the one wanting me to forget."

"Y/N, I never..."

"Don't touch me!"

You drew your hand back.

"Y/N?

It was too late. You withdrew to lay in a cradled position, your eyes staring blankly into space. You felt nothing. All that was left was the loss and the pain.

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[lilacxquartz]

Ahah, sending in an ask...

Kenjaku with reader who's basically an antromorphised version of the merger 👀💜

I'd request brainjaku, but we won that already 🎉🥳

merging with you;

kenjaku x humanised merger gn!reader

plot: you had a unique ability that kenjaku was quite literally drawn to — themes: suggestive content but not smut; i was focusing on abstract imagines 😮‍💨, lore accurate yapping, gn!reader — w.c: THIS WAS MEANT TO BE BELOW 800 BUT KENNY TALKS TOO MUCH ‼️💢 (1.1k)

a/n: might revisit this idea again in the future again since i have more ideas for it, thank you for putting this idea in my head <3

The merger could have taken on many different forms when finally realised and Kenjaku had already envisioned a whole flurry of different possibilities. So, in a way, a humanoid materialisation was something that they didn’t predict, but as they watched on from a distance with just how easily you assimilated everything into your very being, they couldn’t help but grow more and more fascinated with each passing second.

You seemed to approach others with an intelligent type of curiosity; your wisping shadowy fingers reaching towards people, willing them, blurring and finally merging them into your own existence.

At long last, Kenjaku stepped closer, equal parts terrified of their life’s work but also deeply captivated by your form. Their eyes roamed over your impossible body, existing as nothing more than a sentient void that only just barely resembled a person. Their eyes were fixated, obsessively locked onto you; drawn to both the mystery and the danger that you embodied. Somehow, an arousal grew from within them too, almost frustratingly driving themselves into madness from the prospect of becoming one with something like you.

You watched on with a curious whirring droning sound thrumming away passively, tilting your head away to the side as the familiar sorcerer drew closer. Your eyes locked onto theirs, glowing eerily in the darkness as you bored into their soul.

They closed the gap even more, feeling a unique excitement as their fingers didn’t quite touch you, but hovered over your fluidly shifting form. The sensation of their self slowly pulled into your being sent a pleasant shiver through their body, almost tempting them to connect with your touch.

The idea of becoming one with essentially a… man made god—not quite omnipresent but close enough—was almost too much for them to comprehend. All of their life’s work stood right before them and it was so hauntingly beautiful.

Finally, they spoke up, their voice coloured with unease although with equal parts awe, “I… want to feel it.”

They weren’t entirely sure just how much you could understand, since you had never once made the attempt to talk—not that you ever needed to—but it was surely a rush; the idea of merging one’s essence with yours was almost intoxicating, dare they even say, an exhilarating prospect.

Vining tendrils of shadows wrapped around their fingers as they drew closer, rooting them into your grasp. The void-like flames rolled clean around their skin, coating them in a warm, enveloping fire.

To their surprise, you responded with a dark, almost alluring purr, “You want to… feel what it’s like to be absorbed into me?”

However before Kenjaku could respond, you continued to ask them more and more of a similar question; your once seductive tone morphing into something sinister, almost inhuman despite that being the heart of your markup.

“To lose yourself… in me?” you asked again. “…To become a part of something… greater, more powerful than yourself?”

With an unblinking stare, their eyes wide and manic, Kenjaku didn’t hesitate for a moment before nodding with almost feverish anticipation. “Yes. I want to experience that and more.”

With curious intent, you studied them before pulling away. “Why?”

This prompted a surprised laugh from them as they took a step after you. “It’s quite simple, really. Long have I been chasing the truest, final form of evolving humanity. To be able to unlock it and even experience it, be it in my own control or not, is a possibility that I can’t let slip up.”

“Even if it means… letting go of yourself?” you asked the ancient sorcerer, curiously studying their demeanour.

“I have always and I mean always, sought the potential of transcending the mortal limits of the countless vessels I have harboured throughout centuries,” they continued, “every single body I have ever inhabited, every cursed technique I have ever possessed—was one step further towards this.”

You reached towards them again, their body responding with an almost instinctual pull that drifted towards yours.

You stared blankly. “Towards me?”

Their smile widened from something anxious and instead into something unsettling; their resolve strengthening with each spoken word, “Yes, towards this—towards you. One could say that it’s the unpredictability and the chaos that excites me, perhaps it’s the idea of experiencing the outcome forced by an impromptu evolution on such a devastating scale. I… I can’t help but be drawn to such a prospect. To say that it’s exciting to me is an understatement.”

“Even if it… breaks the world?” you asked.

They scoffed, seeing no issue with the prospect. “Especially then. The world was designed to be broken. What fun is it when we as a species have been at a standstill for such a long time? No. Someone has to stir the pot. The world can rebuild itself again after if need be—but only after we, as a species, have ascended into our truest, most final form. So please, let me surrender myself to you.”

Allowing a moment to pass, you finally stepped back into his personal space, allowing for your shadows to wrap around and envelop them. Your swarming inky form latched onto their body, reeling them closer into your insubstantial embrace. Their breathing was ragged, although unafraid; their arousal only growing more intense, overpowering any lingering fear with heightened desire.

You allowed for them to press into your form, feeling as evidence of their longing need pressed against your body, pulling them impossibly closer while the essence of your very being both shifted and moulded with theirs alike. With creeping tendrils spearing out like climbing stems under their robe, each flicker gently caressed over their clammy skin. Unable to quite determine where to touch or where to go, they simply just moved wherever felt right; pushing towards you with feverish need.

“Let me consume you…” you trailed off in a hungry whisper, willing them to move even further within your shadow, “let me devour you…” you repeated, again and again.

The pull grew stronger, almost somehow thicker as your very essence of being threatened to absorb them. Their gasping soon blurred into your droning breath, feeling themselves dissolve into your form and become one with you.

With continued encouragement, you eased them into the sensation, “Don’t try to fight it, let go of yourself and become me as I become you.”

As you finally allowed them to assimilate, the presence of a new consciousness formed, as though sharing a headspace with your own self the moment you allowed them to become one with you.

It was surely subtle enough, but trace hints of their imbued essence was surely still there; their ensnared hope for humanity burning bright within your core, ready to merge with and witness the end of the old world right at your side.

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[sophieinwonderland]

Found a Hate Blog in The #Plural Tag. 😮‍💨

As I covered recently, "Plural" is an inclusive word with origins in endogenic and non-disordered systems.

If any anti-endo posts in the "#plural" tag or other inclusive tags, don't expect your DNIs to be respected.

They also are doing this knowingly. People have already tried to contact them about using the inclusive plural tag and the hate blog has stubbornly refused.

So if they're going to post in inclusive tags, I figured I might as well respond to some of their vent posts in anti-endo tags. As always, if anti-endos have a problem with this or feel boundaries are being unfairly crossed, please take it up with the hate blog I'm responding to that's invading our spaces.

Also, really weird how they just jump straight into saying "pro-endos" aren't systems either. Hate to break it to you, but there are a lot of traumagenic DID systems whose disorders and trauma are just valid as yours. And they manage to not be bigots too!

Wait... are they claiming that ALL dissociation can only be caused by trauma?

Although previous research has implicated a history of childhood trauma in the development of dissociative tendencies, insufficient cognizance (in this context) has been taken of the distinction between pathological and nonpathological dissociation. In this study, the relationship between childhood trauma and both pathological and nonpathological dissociation was investigated in a sample of 100 Australian adults. Pathological dissociation was positively predicted by dimensions of childhood trauma, but no such relationship was found for nonpathological dissociation (psychological absorption). The data are consistent with the traumagenic model of the dissociative disorders, but factors other than childhood trauma may also be pertinent.

Amazing how they compare us with anti-vaxxers while trying to claim all dissociation is traumagenic. This wasn't even hard to find. 🙄

"I don't care about any morals"

Well, at least you're up front about it.

Also, I tend to check the DID tags every now and then and you know what I don't see there? Endogenic systems!

"#Endo Safe" tags are more often than not used by pro-endo traumagenic systems.

Guess what! If you have DID, you get to post in the DID tags. Being a hateful bigot isn't a requirement! Anyone with DID has the right to post in the DID tags, and can tag their post as endo safe too!

Maybe you wouldn't get as many anons from endogenic systems if you stop posting in inclusive tags. Just a thought!

How are they harmful to the community again?

Weren't you just saying earlier that pro-endos were stealing resources? Now you're acknowledging that they're making resources for the community, but this is also bad?

LOL!

Genic labels literally only exist because of the pro-endo community. And the anti-endo community notoriously hates xeno-origins like NPD-genic. Yes, people will assume you're endo-safe when you use xeno-origins because these terms, like most resources in the plural community, were made by pro-endos.

Keep it up guys! It's working! We're spreading!

Sorry, I don't feel like rebutting anything here. I just appreciate seeing that our efforts are paying off!

The Future is Plural! 😁

Stop!

This talking point has been completely debunked.

System hopping was used by pro-endos 15 years before the earliest association with RAMCOA. The idea that it was a RAMCOA term is a total lie invented by anti-endos!

OSDD-1A and OSDD-1B are not actually official disorders. There is an OSDD. The first example, called OSDD-1 sometimes, gives two possible presentations. One with less distinct alters and amnesia, and another with no amnesia. But these aren't called OSDD-1a or OSDD-1b.

If your goal is education, this nuance is important.

Could it be because ASPEC people have dealt with a ton of exclusionism from some queer communities, and are more accepting of other people as a result? And perhaps they also recognize similarities between system exclusionists and queer exclusionists?

You're coming and posting in our tags!

That's why people keep interacting with you! "Plural" is a term coined by non-disordered systems, you've been told this, and you insist on posting in inclusive tags anyway!

You don't get to bust in someone's door, complain about them in their home, and then tell them not to interact with you! It doesn't work like that!

Funny how these are the only sources they can provide. And they exclusively deal with DID without even touching on other forms of plurality.

Anyway...

The ICD-11 says you can experience "multiple distinct personality states" without a dissociative disorder.

The creators of the theory of structural dissociation have said hypnosis and mediumship may involve self-conscious dissociative parts of the personality.

And Transgender Mental Health, written by Eric Yarbrough and published by the American Psychiatric Association (who publishes the DSM) says you can be plural without trauma or a disorder.

Sources repeatedly affirm that it's possible to be plural without trauma!

Anyone who claims it's impossible to be plural without trauma is either ignorant or lying.

And if you're going to keep spreading hate and misinformation, at least keep it out of inclusive tags!

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truly you have my respect for not using the opportunity to create and sell your very OWN cryto tho. "OwlCoin: it's arguably worth money!"

yeah I ran two prediction markets and it was a lot of work and I forgot to scam everyone at the end 😮‍💨

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I think I need a rest day from overeating as much as I have been the past like, week 😅😵‍💫🐷 (I was 402 lb before bed last night 😮‍💨) This pic is from Saturday night, it was my first time over 400 lb ever (on a very stuffed belly). I’ve been over 400 when stuffed before bed every night since. My prediction is that my empty weight is about 380-385, which is also my highest weight ever