#putting on a pedestal

[dapper-lil-arts]

I'm not the kind of person that's like "Here let me fix the canon" usually but like holy crap gen 5 implied a lot of messed up shit about our hero Twilight Sparkle lmao

[thechekhov]

👌Content™

[luthienne]

anyway literally everyone is going through something all the time!!! everyone is wounded!!! everyone is human & no one makes it out of this life unscathed!! maybe try approaching people in good faith instead of always defaulting to the worst possible interpretations of each other

[flip-flopping-frede]

How I ended up dehumanizing people in my own marginalized community because I idolized them.

I want to acknowledge that I understand that this behavior that I did was dehumanizing, and it caused me to hurt people by perpetuating phobic things.

This is me journaling. So, a bit of time ago, approximately Sept 15, 2021, discovered I am akoiromantic. And yes finding a label that fits is epic and also processing it and accepting it usually takes time. I am someone who is generally romance favorable, however I don’t identify as romance favorable because I am romance ambivalent, meaning my feelings about romance change. Sometimes I can be romance-repulsed, essentially. After some akioromantic—affirming experiences, I started to question if there was even a point to dating or if, how do I say this, it would be possible for me to work with anyone or how I would go about doing that. At some point, I stumbled across cupioromantic and I was like yes! These are my people! This is my target! If I kept my eye on the prize than a relationship could be possible, since cupioros are aromantic/don’t experience romantic attraction.

I basically dehumanized a group of people by idolizing them. It become more extreme, like instead of it stemming from the fact that cupioros don’t experience romo attrac and desiring the romo relationship, it become more about cupioros making me feel safe bc I knew they would never be romo attrac to me (when people are romo attrac to me I avoid them). Obviously this escalated to the point where I discovered people who do experience romo attrac (akoiros like myself) identifying as cupioro. And this made me feel unsafe I guess and I did not like it, so I basically asked permission from other cupioros if I was allowed to gatekeep cupioromanticsm by saying if you are arospec/experience romo attrac you can’t be cupioro. (I did not say it that bluntly and did not realize I was idolizing cupioros until later on). For the most part there was discussion and yes at points I did feel like I was not being validated, however people mostly seemed interested in educating me and sharing their experiences, which meant I was getting a lot of attention that I appreciated.

It really sucks and is honestly a bit scary to see that I’m capable of idolizing an entire group of people. It is also probably shows that I’m drawn to people/relationships that would fail, since a lot of cupioros say they *wish* they could experience romo attraction, and even tho I always brushed this off as internalized arophobia and not accepting that they are aro, I have to accept that there are some members in the cupioro community who are not aro, but arospec. Example today I read the experiences of someone who never had a crush before, and they identified as cupioro. And then they eventually realized they were demi with their current partner. I think it would make sense to “switch” labels, however if they person felt validated and comfortable by the cupioro label and/or in the cupioro community, then it makes sense in my mind for them to still call themselves cupioro and/or remain in the cupioro community.

However, in my mind it also makes me feel unsafe and threatened, and that is when I realized I was dehumanizing a marginalized group of people by dehumanizing them. In terms of dating, “aro” does not make me feel safe because it is wildly common for arospec people to throw their labels away and just identify as aro.

I feel like I have to some accepting on my part, and I feel like I also have to do some internal work as well. I really caused some emotional distress and I actually entertained the idea of gatekeeping and invalidating people (something against my values) all because I idolized a group of people that already suffers from internalized cupiorophobia and cupiorophobia. I feel bad and I think I felt a lot of shame, anxiety, anticipation and dread yesterday (especially because one of the people didn’t validate me at all and was more focusing on talking at me and invalidated what I said), but I think at the moment the most significant emotion I am experiencing is disappointment. I was so proud of myself for breaking off my fp relationship in summer 2021 and not developing a full-on fp relationship this time, only to realize I have been idolizing cupioromantics. It wasn’t even a specific person or certain people, it was a marginalized arospec orientation. I didn’t think I was capable of that, I didn’t think I was that desperate for some sort of hope for a potential relationship to work out.

Sure, I can try aro4aro or aro on aro dating, however like I said the arospecphobia is really bad so arospecs may identify as aro. This means people who experience romo attrac may use the label aro or aroace. This is such a big deal for me because these are potential friends. Sometimes, as an akoiromantic, I can experience romantic repulsion towards the people who I was romo attracted to, after they express romo attraction towards me. And idk with BPD and having 0 support system I feel like I would just destroy the friendship/relationship or avoid them. And that just makes me feel sad.

I just have a refreshed feeling of hopelessness manifesting as the BPD symptom of emptiness. Sure, it is possible that there is someone out there who is my “right person” or “ideal person” or “right/ideal people”, and also, I don’t feel like going through the pain of starting and loosing so many potential friendships in the name of romance repulsion or BPD splitting, or worse, enduring what feels like “romantic attraction” towards me. It would probably be really helpful for me to work on the DBT skill of mindfulness so I can identify idolization behaviors or “splitting white” on someone or something more quickly, before I start doing behaviors that go against my own morals and values in the name of being emotionally regulated or having something to focus on. 🤷🏽

[rosebridal]

<< he sees her as a shining trophy to preserve and polish and put on a pedestal and she sees him as utena's little pursedog >>

[boowritess]

gaz kisses start of slow. tender. soft. gentle.

but then there's a sublte shift.

where his lips are locking with yours and starting to move with purpose.

then it turns rough. heated. passionate.

steals your breath as he replaces it with his own.

then his hands. fucking lethal.

started off as a gentle hand on your back guiding you closer, a hand cupping your face...

then he's grabbing you, pressing you against him like you're going to runaway if he doesn't.

groping would be a gentle way of putting it.

he grabs what he can, squeezing and pressing you till you're perfectly aligned with his torso.

and don't even think about pulling away when he gets to this state. for starters you can't move because his arms and hands are locked around you.

if you try pull your head back- the motherfucker chases you.

addicted to your lips. your taste. to you.

just please- let him kiss you like this...

"just one more baby..." he hushes past swollen and wet lips, his gaze hooded locked on the way your lips match his. yours parted as soft pants leave you. "one more... please... pretty. can't get enough of ya'." his words slurred, drunk off of you.

only you could get him like this.

looking at you with pleading brown eyes.

though he's already leaning in before you can say anything else. capturing your lips with his again.

and again

till he's had his fill.

a/n: birthday post to me xx

[exhausted-undead]

sorry for the surplus of Viktor getting cultified but. I had this in my drafts from about a month ago and figured I may as well share him

zoom in for details :)

[theluckiestlb]

[bunnyboy-juice]

im gonna be so real - a lot of sapphics claim to love confident women esp confident femmes but when that confidence comes from femmes of color, fat femmes, disabled femmes, gnc &/or trans(masc or fem) femmes, or really just anyone who's not a thin cis white able bodied feminine person it's either outright ignored or treated with hostility and its kind of extremely ugly of y'all

[deadtiredghost]

So we are all aware that these two mfs share the cringefail gene of being simps:

But I do believe that these two would have similarly terrible romantic plots if given half the chance and am very grateful that these plots were NOT INCLUDED. Thank god. That might have actually been more traumatic than the movie.

[queefsencen]

and i try to ignore it (but it’s everything i see)

@venux777

[grimesgirll]

being punish by rick & daryl, maybe for being a brat and going against their rules

“this is so elementary, rick.”

“yeah? and so is behavin’.”

you arch and whimper when another particularly painful swat lands against your bottom.

“but you seemed to miss the memo on that.”

the ricktatorship may be over but breaking one of rick’s golden rules results in corporal punishment. the only difference is that this time, rick isn’t just lecturing you but bending you over and none other than your daryl backs him up in his correcting of you.

you’re deliriously wet feeling his erection beneath you. it turns you on to no end knowing that you could squeeze an orgasm or two out of your lovers, “proving a point.”

rules are rules.

and rick and daryl declared that you can’t leave the gates until your concussion’s healed up.

at the tail end of a weekend run, you had the misfortune of running into a walker and being body slammed into the pavement of the hardware store parking lot beneath you. after a visit with denise determined that you’d acquired a light concussion, you were immediately instructed to take it easy, given some pain pills, and sent home with rick to draw you a bath.

your ex-sheriff had been so tender stepping you into the bath with him, spending enough time bathing and relaxing the tension in your muscles and below your concussion in your neck. he’s even sweeter toweling you off.

that’s why rick is beyond furious to find out that you’ve run out to the local big box store to comb for back inventory with sasha, aaron, and eugene.

“you were supposed to be here,” rick huffs. “healing. but no. you had to go and be stubborn.”

“disrespectin’ doctor’s orders,” daryl chimes in.

you let out a whine in disappointment, dejected that your younger lover won’t meet your doe eyes or talk rick down. daryl deferred to rick, if not out of reverence for your leader, then because he couldn’t help but want to see what happens next. he could try but he’s not immune to the mewls coming out of your honeyed lips or how your watery eyes have his pants suddenly feelin’ a little too tight.

tonight daryl won’t be saving you. why would he? you’re wriggling onto rick, wet little thing. why would he stand in the way of you getting stuffed full of cock just the way you like it?

you’re not quite there yet.

annoyed grievances float through your mind and out your mouth. just as they had earlier, your vexed complaints have rick tensing, rolling his eyes at you. just like you’d dismissed him initially once you’d pranced through the door with arms full of scavenged finds.

“my concussion’s healed,” you insist, still struggling on top of rick but not enough to actually get yourself anywhere. “there was no reason for me not to go.”

“uh uh,” rick hums and takes your chin in his hand, craning your neck back to look into his eyes, still irate, not yet succumbing to the sight of you on his lap like this.

“rick,” you’re protesting. you turn your head to daryl, who’s standing and observing the scene unfolding. “daryl,” you pout once he catches your gaze. “you know i was feeling better.”

“but you’re bein’ an asshole, baby.”

“just like rick - ah!”

“now what was that?”

now you don’t just feel rick’s sturdy hand against your ass but the lash of his leather belt.

“fuck!” you moan, wincing as a second strike burns not just your bottom but your core. your eyes flutter back up to rick. “you’re so not being fair right now.”

the ex-sheriff just shakes his head at you. “rules are rules,” and you’re writhing beneath the impact of another blow to your reddened rear.

“you like that, honey?” rick questions. “you like gettin’ spanked and not listenin’.” his grip loosens on the belt, dropping it from one hand to delve fingers first towards your dripping heat. he smirks at you. “knew i felt somethin’ wet my pants.”

it’s teasing - not even a punishment anymore, just gloating when he raises a glistening finger to the light.

“you always love this, don’t you?”

the frown you’re sending daryl for calling you out doesn’t stay on for long; rick abandons the belt turns you upright, situated on his lap before he plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you.

your face scrunches with surprise and softens, tensing again when he kneads your walls open. that pulsing pressure that had come to life as soon as rick had you bent over his lap is finally coming to fruition. every curl of rick’s fingers has you groaning like a walker.

“gonna spend a lot of time stretchin’ you out tonight, doll, but you’re still gonna need to learn your lesson. rules are rules.” he emphasizes his point by picking up the pace, earning purrs and pants from you.

“what’s my lesson?” the question comes from your lips, heavy with breath. the smirk you’re finally indulging daryl in invites him close enough to thumb over the fabric of your top.

“wanna know what your lesson is?”

you nod. the younger man’s eyes cloud with lust at you finally shuttin’ up and listening.

“you need to take care of yourself.”

rick accentuates daryl’s point with a grip on your hips and a beckoning finger against your plush interior. “you said your concussion was healed but you shouldn’t be pushin’ yourself like that.” he expresses in words, eyes softening. “we get worried ‘bout you.”

the fact that they may just be overly protective had crossed your mind. perhaps.

“‘you sorry for worryin’ us?” daryl’s on the bed, boots off and a hard on in front of you.

no response comes from you until rick’s working one out of you. the fingers dragging against your plush interior thrust further. your mouth opens in shock when a third finger wedges it’s way into you.

“yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with daryl. “i just thought you took care of me already.” your pants are rocky but the meaning you put into each word is unshakeable. “i don’t need to be on bed rest for a week.”

“yeah, yeah,” rick gruffs into your ear. you shiver when you feel his lips on brushing against your ear. “i don’t think you would’ve been complainin’ if we would’ve spent less time letting you rest and more time doin’ this, sweetheart.”

and he’s right.

one arm wrapped around your midsection, rick anchors you to him to rock you in time with his fervent fingers. one head nod from the man to daryl has him tugging off your top. the light squeezes to your chests and you’re basking in his touch. that nod might’ve been synonymous with daryl tripping every wire of pleasure your erogenous zones have to offer. and your favorite, talented mouth is puckering around your puffu nipple.

it’s like your night flashes before you when you come. you struggle to connect how you went from first being face down in the comforter to gushing all over rick’s thick fingers.

daryl is right there to steal the sweet sounds from your luscious lips, locking those velvety soft love vessels with his.

the whole thing has rick growing in his boxers. even as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, you cant and buck down into the denim of his straight legs. another look between your lovers and you’re right back where you started. you’re giggling as you bounce on the mattress from rick manhandling you into position.

now for the fun part.

“now come over here and show daryl how you’re supposed to use that pretty mouth.”

[pepperpixel]

SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS,

BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY,

IT TAKES TWO TO TOXIC!

FINALLY!!! Finished these pics of jinx I’ve been working on!!!!! HOLY SHIT, these took so long…. But finally… they’re done… pls enjoy this art of my beautiful princess w a disorder. Featuring alternate colors for the big pic and also a closeup! Cuz I rlly like how both the lines and coloring on her face turned out… like the pink gradients w her eye… her deer in headlights expression,, like uve just startled a raccoon digging thru ur trashcan and r two seconds away from getting mauled.. m proud of it!

[npdzane]

Can I say something without being murdered by an angry mob? I don't think Zane has superhuman abilities. I hate when people make him the "perfect, good at everything" ninja. You're literally stripping him of his humanity by taking away his most human trait - not being perfect. I don't think he's stupid or weak by any means, he's a nindroid, it makes sense for him to be naturally a quick learner because he's programmed to perform better than humans. But I think he's only slightly above average in terms of smarts and/or skill sets, especially pre titanium Zane. And expecting him to act 100% perfect all the time takes away a big part of his character, which is being seen as more than just a machine. He's programmed to act as human, and being human means you will never EVER instantly be good at something and you'll never be absolutely perfect in everyones eyes at something. I'm begging you guys to understand where to balance Zane in-between machine and human because for some reason despite the amount of people saying Zane is more than a talking toaster, I still see the majority acting as if him not being human means he's completely perfect and unable to make mistakes.

[fogdraws]

He's drinking his ❗❗tea❗❗❗

I'm absolutely loving Granada Holmes till now!! They're so silly 🙌 and their acting is so goooood Jeremy Brett and David Burke are in synchrony I swear!!! The show makes me so happy istg

That's the photo I used to reference btw!! Don't remember what ep it is from tho

[cannibalgremlin]

not everything with the links is linked universe

not everything with the links is linked universe

not everything with the links is linked universe

NOT EVERYTHING WITH THE LINKS IS LINKED UNIVERSE

Goddamn, i love LU as much as the next person BUT THIS FANDOM IS THE MOST ANNOYING BITCH BY FAR

JOJO DID NOT INVENT LINK’S MEETING, THIS HAS BEEN AROUND FOR YEARS AND WAS OFTEN USED BY THE SHIPPING COMMUNITY. IF I SEE ONE MORE LEGEND OF ZELDA POST OR NON LU LINK MEETS POST TAGGED AS LU IM GOING TO SCREAM