#so instead. of course. i played it myself

[marshemillow]

Just learned about fucking baeddelism.

Was anyone going to tell me that tumblr was the creation site for a literal actual rape cult on the premise of making anyone who is not a trans woman look like The Enemy, or was I just supposed to find that out myself???

Guys. GUYS. Please, holy shit, can we just drop fucking radical feminism already??? There's nothing in it worth keeping!!! Like we're far past the cult score of mormonism at this point, we're WELL into heaven's gate levels of cult, and you still don't realize how wrong this ideology is?????

STOP TRYING TO MAKE "FUCK ALL MEN" WOKE!!! IT'S NOT WOKE!!! IT WILL NEVER BE WOKE!!! IT'S RADFEM BULLSHIT AND IT BELONGS IN THE TRASH!!!

Now, if you actually don't know much about this topic, you might be wondering WHY radfem ideology is so bad, even unrelated to the mistreatment of trans people? Well, remember that men and women are actually not so different. I love the story of the men who wrote the movie Alien who wanted to have a female protagonist, but none of them knew how to write a good, strong female character. So you know what they did? They wrote Ripley as a MALE character, and then just cast a woman to play her. You know why that worked?? BECAUSE MEN AND WOMEN ARE THE SAME!!! We are all just human beings who are born fumbling and making mistakes!!!

It was actually genius, because Alien was created by a man who believes that rape and forced birth are underutilized concepts in horror movies, and having it happen to male characters forced the audience to see the horror of it unrelated to the rampant misogyny of the time that technically persists to this day. It's no surprise to me that the male writers of the movie recognized their weakness in being unable to write a female character and basically life-hacked themselves into it by writing a good male character instead. Nintendo was even inspired by this angle, which is why Samus in Metroid is also a woman!

THAT'S why radical feminism is bad at its core. It's totally valid to have actual androphobia as a result of normalized violence by men against women, I'm sure it happens all the time, but the solution to that problem is NOT to lean into it until you start thinking of men as subhuman monsters incapable of kindness or love. Not only does that hurt men directly, it also hurts women by denying their abuse from other women!!! AND it denies abuse where men are the victims, even by other men and ESPECIALLY by women!!! Not to mention that it completely erases the identities of nonbinary and genderqueer people who exist outside the rigid gender binary.

And don't even get me STARTED on how radfems treat intersex people!!! Holy shit, that could be a whole post all on its own. Intersex people get so little recognition and are violently erased by all aspects of society, even the groups that should be including them in their activism!!! Radfeminism wouldn't be complete without intersexism, eh? They go together like peanut butter and jelly!!!

And one more sidenote is that radfems' first target was butch lesbians. That's right!!! Not even cis lesbians are safe from terf bullshit!!! So much of their ideology is just related to masculinity being evil compared to femininity, which is why even cis lesbians who hate men can still be targets for harassment. (Sound familiar?)

I honestly find it really ironic that so many trans women today still seem to hold baeddel or TIRF beliefs, because the people who suffered the most under the original baeddel movement were trans women. They were the ones who were subjected to heavy cult indoctrination, where they were expected to agree with the cult leaders with unquestioning obedience, even after the leaders raped them. This isn't to downplay the suffering trans men went through because of them of course, but I find it sickening that modern baeddels still act like no abuse even happened because trans women are "incapable of abuse," or even trying to erase the transfem identities of the victims. It's absolutely vile.

Anyway, fuck radfem ideology. If you're a man reading this post, I love you, I respect you, I see you, and I know you ALL are capable of doing good. I appreciate every man who feels inadequet, like they don't count as real men, like they need to bend over backwards to prove themselves to everyone, who feel like they can't cry or show emotion, who are subjected to bullying and harassment for being "sissies," whether under the patriarchy or under the shadow of radfeminism. You don't deserve to suffer, and I hope it gets better.

Remember that we should be hating IDEAS, not people. Feminism should be about equal opportunity for EVERYONE. If you think feminism should be about flipping the script so women are above men, you're doing it wrong.

And just in case the piss on the poor crowd finds this post again...I also hate incel ideology and think it's just as dangerous (maybe more so because of actual male privilege) as radfem ideology. They really are just two sides of a bullshit gender essentialist coin.

It doesn't mean anything btw if you say "terfs dni" but still say all of the same things they do. Just so you know.

[hotdsworld]

"Behave"

Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen x F!Martell!Reader

a/n: I kinda hate this piece but I truly wanted to finally publish something for the Valentine's day so here it is 😉 dividers and mdni by lovely @cafekitsune

Word count: 3,6k

Warnings: 18+!, oral (F receiving), public, degradation (not a lot of it), p in v, unprotected, spanking

Translations:

ābrazȳrys - wife

riñītsos - little girl

Minors please do not interact

There you were, a beautiful wife of Prince Regent. Your marriage was arranged, happened before Viserys died and left nothing but chaos. The old fool thought a simple marriage could fix what he had broken, but it did not work. It did not make Aemond calmer or less thirty for vengeance. Both Rhaenyra and Aegon were unfit to rule. You preferred to watch from the sidelines. Much like your house, you remained neutral. They could do so because of their independence, but you married into House Targaryen, one day you will have to choose like everyone else.

“Princess Y/n, is married life what you expected?” Larys Strong asked. A question a bit out of nowhere but you didn't let it get to you. You were used to that creep. You straighten your back, looking at Aemond with the corner of your eye. What a great chance to get back at your lovely husband…

“Would be much better if my lord husband spent his time with me in our bedchambers instead of sitting and plotting, lord Larys,” you smiled politely. Aemond clenched his jaw, your taunts were not to his liking. Larys showed no reaction, but judging by his eyes, he was amused. Larys was always a spectator, enjoying the drama, pulling the strings from the shadows. You did not trust him.

“The dragon should be careful if he doesn't want his lady wife snatched by another,” Tyland joined the conversation. He always found you beautiful and of course, you were going to use it. Why wouldn't you? All is fair, especially with Targaryens apparently.

“By a lion? They are quite greedy, aren’t they?” You smirked, watching Aemond intently. Tyland nodded slowly, catching your hint. He would never refuse a pretty woman, let alone a princess.

“We are. We take and take, and one might find it to be quite pleasurable,” Tyland was falling beautifully deeper into your trap. You giggled sweetly, batting your eyelashes. Aemond was forced to watch through the meeting as you shamelessly flirted with Lannister. Aemond had nothing against Tyland until today. How dare he watch Aemond's wife with lust? You belong to him, it mattered not if the marriage was arranged. You were Aemond's. And Aemond did not appreciate anyone playing with what belongs to him.

Aemond is a composed and calculated man, but being married to you was a real challenge. You had no fear and respect, he couldn't tell if you were brave or dumb, but he found it intriguing even if it irritated him to no end. He was fuming as your fingers trailed up Tyland’s arm, and he spoke before he could stop himself.

“It is common and courteous to pay attention to your lord husband first before you pay it to any other man,” Aemond hissed, struggling to control himself. You were infuriating, like your whole existence served to torment and annoy him. You? You enjoyed it. During war there weren't any enjoyable activities, but annoying your husband? Always worked. Since he was so easy to anger, yet he kept himself composed, taking pride in his reputation. Aegon? A chaotic drunk, but Aemond? He was better, he wanted to be. He needed to be better than the one who laughed at him.

“Why should I pay attention to a husband that hasn't been paying attention to me? Men of your… sorry, your brother's small council are much nicer and attentive, no? I might find myself enjoying their closer attention in private.” The room seemed to still. If it had been any other man, such a foul tongue would have earned you a brutal punishment. But this was Aemond. You weren’t afraid of him, not truly. No, you reveled in it. You enjoyed it. The way his jaw tensed, the way his fingers curled against the edge of the table, and for a moment you couldn't help but imagine them gripping your body tightly… He was struggling to maintain the icy composure he so desperately clung to. You loved watching him being on the edge of his restraint, and tonight, you intended to push him over. His eye darkened, full of rage as the gathered small council members exchanged uneasy glances. This wasn't just teasing, this was humiliation. You’d made him look weak, unable to control his own feelings, in front of the men he now led since Aegon was unable to.

“All you’ve been,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, as he kept himself back from shouting, “is a goddamn tease who has no fucking respect.” The slap came fast, the sound echoing in the chamber. It stung, hot and electrifying, a strange mix of pain and arousal ran through you, a feeling you couldn’t ignore. Your heart pounded, not with fear but excitement. You did it. You’d pushed Aemond past the breaking point. You ruined his image of a perfectly composed man. “You want my attention, ābrazȳrys?” He hissed, jaw clenched hard. You lost yourself in his voice. High Valyrian really suited him. You knew he had something planned, you angered him to no end… and that excited you. You craved whatever he wanted to give. “Now, you have it. All of it,” Aemond picked you up just to shove you down onto the table, causing a mess, papers to scattle and goblets to fall over, spilling wine. You smirked, biting your lip to prevent laughing. You were getting off on him losing control too much. Your whole body burned and he seemed to be burning as well. Aemond tore apart your pretty gown, it was one of your favorites but you didn't care. Not about your favorite piece getting ruined, not about others watching, not even about his roughness. Not when his hands were all over you, exploring. Aemond's cold hands are a contrast to your heated body, his touch urgent and possessive, intending to claim every single inch of you.

“My prince, it would not be wise to do it here in front of all,” Criston said calmly, and maybe Aemond would have listened to him, if he wasn't so fucking angry and hard. Criston made a mental note to mention it to Alicent later.

“No, I need to teach my wife how to behave. I need to show her the consequences,” Aemond answered sharply.

“Maybe we should leave you two alone. I believe we have discussed everything-” Tyland muttered, the men began to stand up, intending to leave. You barely heard him, too focused on your husband and his touch. You could feel yourself growing wet, impatient for what was about to come. You couldn't tell if you wanted the men to leave or to stay, but maybe it didn't matter. What mattered was getting Aemond as soon as you could.

“Sit,” Aemond’s voice cut through the air like a blade. A clear command, not a question. The men froze, recognizing the authority in the prince’s voice. Aemond knew perfectly well they wished to escape the room, all nervous and embarrassed, but he did not care. He wanted them here, witnessing this. And you couldn't find it in yourself to protest. There was something exciting about it. Before, Aemond wouldn't show you any kind of affection, not publicly, and now? He was ready to show everyone that you belong to him. The display of his dominance sent another rush of heat through your body. You clenched your thighs, trying to control the ache between your legs. Slowly, they sat back down, looking at their hands or away from your body.

You didn't cover yourself, you wouldn't. It was Aemond's world and you were the center of it. The very source of the anger and overwhelming need inside of him. Aemond focused back on you, leaning down to plant kisses all over your neck, sucking on your skin there. You moaned softly, tilting your head back, closing your eyes as you let the pleasure run through your veins. Maybe your plan worked a little too well, but you didn't complain. You were touch starved, and so was he judging by how desperately he was kissing your neck, his hands massaging your delicate breasts. Aemond was as hard as a rock, but he would be damned if he didn't prepare you first. You deserve a punishment, but not without the pleasure. You looked at Tyland, but only briefly because Aemond tugged on your hair, his kisses getting lower. He spread your legs, the action urgent but gentle. Fairly gentle, since he was still frustrated. “I want your eyes on me, riñītsos. The whole time,” his face hovered over your pussy, that was aching with need, you felt as if Aemond didn't touch you soon, you would beg for it, and you were too prideful for that. Aemond couldn't hold back even if he wanted to, taking a slow lick from your slit to your clit, pupils dilating at the taste. “If you look away I’m going to stop. No matter how close you will be, I will stop. And your cunt is dripping so I know how much you crave this. So eyes on me, riñītsos. Look how I claim you with my tongue,” he whispered, but you heard him clearly. Aemond leaned back down, his tongue immediately attacking your wet folds and hole, eager to taste more of you. You moaned in surprise, not expecting such eagerness. Your fingers tangling with his silky hair. You were like the most delicious dish, and he was a man starved. He moved his thumb up, rubbing small circles against your sensitive clit, his other hand traveled up to massage your breast. Your hips bucked forward involuntarily against his face. Aemond chuckled, sending vibrations through your core. The men tried to focus on themselves or the objects in the room, but they couldn't help stealing glances at your body. Aemond hummed, clearly satisfied with the position he found himself in, knowing they can look at you but they cannot touch, they cannot taste you like he can, because you belong to him. You tilt your head back, yet another loud moan escapes your lips, your face contorted in ecstasy. You have never experienced such pleasure, you couldn't even control your own body at the moment. All you could think about was how good his tongue felt on your body, claiming you utterly and completely. The pressure inside of you built rapidly, mounting with every second of Aemond eating you out so deliciously, until the intensity shattered into a wave of release, washing over you. Your thighs shook as Aemond licked up every single drop of your release, savoring the exquisite taste. You tasted better than the most expensive of wines. The sensation of the climax lingered, leaving you breathless for a good moment, but Aemond didn't let you recover so easily, flipping you onto your stomach. You were directly facing Tyland, which somehow made you even more excited for what was about to come. Aemond chose that position for a reason. He smirked, discarding his tunic rather quickly, almost tearing it apart. His slender fingers moved lower, working on his breeches swiftly. Soon enough, Prince Regent was completely bare before you and the small council. You looked over your shoulder, licking your lips. His abs was the best thing you have seen in a long time, if not in your whole life. You couldn't wait to get your hands and mouth on him, but your husband seemed to have different plans. Aemond was perfectly trimmed, as expected of someone of his status. He wanted to look flawless always, it didn't matter if it was hair, clothing, or body hair.

Aemond approached the table, pulling you back by your hips. His hands on your skin sent yet another shiver down your spine. The head of his hard cock was pressed directly against your entrance, but he did not push himself in. Oh gods, how he wanted to do that, screaming at himself internally for pausing, but he was a prideful man. “I won't fuck you. Not until you tell lord Tyland that the behavior of yours earlier didn't serve to charm him, not truly. Tell him you behaved this way because you wanted your husband to snap and finally punish your slutty body. Tell him the only man you have your eyes for is your lord husband.” He spanked your ass, causing you to jump a little. It hurt, but it felt somewhat refreshing, doing nothing to extinguish the fire burning inside of you.

“Aemond,” you whined, needily, perhaps even pathetically. But your body yearned for him. You desperately needed his cock inside of you, even if it meant letting go of your pride. Aemond spanked you again, his hand leaving marks on your ass cheek. You looked up at Tyland, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Aemond urged you, grinding against you, teasing you with the promise of penetration, and you could not resist. He bedded you only once before to consummate the marriage, it was nothing special then but you were sure how he would bring you an orgasm of your life.

“Lord Tyland, I apologize for my earlier behavior. All I did was attempt to provoke my lord husband into giving me attention. I have no genuine interest in your affections nor would I ever welcome them. It was simply a game to make Aem- Prince Regent jealous. My eyes are only for him,” you muttered. It was truly hard to speak clearly when your body was trembling with anticipation. Tyland did look disappointed, but he could have seen this coming. He nodded slowly, afraid of saying the wrong thing and enraging Aemond. Aemond leaned forward, putting some of his weight on you.

“And now I want you to beg. Beg like the little wanton slut that you are. Show me how much you need me inside this dripping cunny and maybe I will consider fucking it,” Aemond whispered, but loudly even for the men to hear. His hand landed on your ass cheek once again. Now you knew, it was a revenge for his earlier humiliation. You didn't care that he was humiliating you now, making you beg for something as simple as this. You wanted and needed him, and shame would not stop you.

“Please, Aemond. I need you inside of me. I need you to claim me in front of them. I want to feel yours. Please, my lord husband, I need your cock. Let us be done with the games, I want to be owned by you,” you begged and pleaded, trying to get on his possessive side. If not for your earlier taunts Aemond would have tortured you for longer, but his cock was aching to be inside of you. He pushed his cock in, forcing himself to do it slowly. You were not a virgin anymore but Aemond's cock was still quite a challenge. He needed to stretch you out a little before giving into the fire burning inside of him completely. You bit your lip, the stretch bordering on painful, but you were determined to take it, you craved it. You needed Aemond as much as he needed you. Two flames cursed… or maybe blessed? To burn together. You were not scared of fire, as long as you would burn with him.

“You feel so good, ābrazȳrys. Your cunt is so tight… relax,” he cooed before spanking you harshly. You jumped, eyes wide. It stung even more than the previous ones. “This pussy feels like heaven, that's the only way for me; a sinner to get a taste of it, no?” Each trust served to claim your body completely. Aemond wanted to own you, not only in a sense of marriage. He wanted to own your body, your soul, your mind, your entire being. He wanted to melt into you and become one. His need for you ran deep. You moaned, relishing in the way his cock was sliding in and out of you, the previous discomfort disappeared. Aemond pulled your hair, enjoying how your back arched, forcing you to look at Tyland. His slow thrusts quickly turned into faster, more brutal ones. Men were not happy about this display. All except for Larys, who seemed intrigued. The obscene squelching sounds filled up the room, making your cheeks blush.

“That feels great. Please don't stop, Aemond please,” you mewled and whimpered, slowly losing it with his cock hitting every right spot. Aemond closed his eye, the way you moaned his name… it was perfect. Your pussy was incredibly wet for him, definitely wetter than the previous time. Aemond smirked, he liked the way the lords watched him claim you, he liked how eagerly your body responded. You were his. Completely and utterly. And it was just proof of it.

“It can't all be pleasure and no pain. You deserve a punishment, don't you, riñītsos? Count to fifty, princess,” he spanked you particularly brutally, leaving a red mark of his hand on your ass cheek. It burned and tingled in the best way. Aemond did not stop his punishing pace, fucking the shit out of you. “I can't hear you?” He taunted, his other hand moving to your clit, rubbing circles against it. Your eyes rolled back, it was a lot. Lords were outraged, but what could they do? They didn't dare to question Prince Regent.

“One,” you tried to control your voice, “two… ten…” Each spank hurt more than the previous one, but each of them was bringing you closer to the edge. Aemond was not merciful about this. Every time you said the wrong number or couldn't say a thing because of your moans you would start over again and again. Your ass cheeks were red, but the pain was a whisper among the screams of pleasure. “Fifty,” you breathed out, relieved that finally you managed to get through all of them with no mistakes. Aemond caressed your skin tenderly. You found yourself moving your hips back against his thrusts.

“Good job, riñītsos. I'm proud. You took it so well. So beautifully and utterly devoted,” he cooed, his gentle voice a contrast to his rough moves. His fingers toying with your clit with precision, he knew what to touch and when to drive you crazy. “Now you need to cum on my cock like a good little wife. Show everyone how much you love my cock,” he urged, pulling your hair. You bit your lip hard, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap any moment now. You were dancing on the very edge of your climax, and Aemond was the one leading. ��I'm going to breed this little cunt so every single day you and others have a reminder that you are mine. I will put a beautiful Targaryen babe here, little dragon. And you will take it like a good slut, I know you crave it” his words mixed with a particularly deep thrust made the coil snap. Your walls fluttered around his cock, your body shook as the wave of pleasure washed over you. Drowning you in the intense orgasm. Aemond chuckled as he kept fucking you through your high. But he did not last any longer than you did. The way your walls deliciously tightened when you orgasmed got him good. “Fuck. Yes. That's it, whore. That's it, good girl. Such a tight pussy. All mine, mine to breed, mine to fuck, mine to cherish,” Aemond held your hips tightly, his balls tightened before he emptied himself inside of you, painting your walls white, groaning. He remained inside your pussy, enjoying the warmth.

“That was intense,” you muttered. Your ass stung like hell and you became aware that you in fact let Aemond fuck you in front of the small council. You could only thank the gods that at least his mother or his brother weren't there. Aemond pulled out of you with a wet pop. He would stay inside you if he could, but he needed to let those poor men go. He gestured to the servants to bring you something to cover yourself with.

“I expect you to behave from now on,” he gave your ass yet another spank. You whined, your flesh already burned and he still chose to torture you even more. Aemond watched his seed leaking out of you with perverse fascination. He gathered the cum and pushed it back into you. You just moaned weakly, there was something so fucking hot about him doing that. “Another proof we do it better than the pretender. Our heirs will be actually trueborn,” Aemond covered you with the robes the servant brought, he himself remained naked. It was a change for him, he was always insecure about his body mostly because of what he endured in the past. He picked you up gently, being considerate of your bruised ass and turned to the men.“You’re dismissed,” he told them before leaving. Aemond carried you to his bedchamber, holding you tightly as if you would disappear if he didn't. He placed you on the bed before stepping back.

“They will never forget it I fear,” you pulled him back down on the bed, tracing his scar softly, and he let you, making himself comfortable next to you. He chuckled, Aemond did not care. You loved his laugh, but he didn't laugh often if at all.

“They will live. But never fucking do that again,” he brushed your hair out of your face. He didn't even want to think of men taking what’s his. “You’re mine,” he whispered, pulling you to his chest. Maybe that night changed a lot for you in the marriage. It surely did for him. He was learning to open, to let himself be vulnerable around you. And you were so grateful for it.

[v4mpire45]

Soft locks & Knots — K. Bakugo

♫︎ Inspired by "Wait a minute!" By Willow.

Bakugo x female black reader!

Synopsis: After weeks of rocking your box braids, it’s finally time to take them down, and somehow, you’ve convinced your hotheaded boyfriend to help.

You sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom, leaning back against Katsuki’s legs as he hovered over you. Your phone rested in your lap, playing a random playlist while you worked on the front of your hair. Meanwhile, your hotheaded boyfriend was tackling the back, grudgingly.

“The hell did I get myself into?” he muttered for what felt like the tenth time, squinting at the braid in his hands like it had personally offended him.

“You offered, remember?” Glancing up at him with a knowing smirk.

“Tch. Only because you wouldn’t shut up about how ‘long and annoying’ it is.”

“And yet, here you are,” you sang, undoing another braid with practiced ease.

He huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he carefully picked at the end of another braid, tugging it apart with his fingers before running the comb through the loosened strands. He was trying, really trying. Honestly, it was adorable.

The first few minutes had been rough. He’d been yanking too hard, getting frustrated when the hair didn’t unravel as fast as he wanted. But after some trial and error (and a few death glares from you when he pulled too much), Bakugo had slowed down. His touch, though still rougher than yours, had become surprisingly careful.

“You good back there?” you asked after a while, feeling his fingers pause.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Just… don't know how you deal with this. My fingers hurt like hell."

You laughed, shaking your head. “Welcome to the struggle, babe.”

He clicked his tongue but kept going, fingers brushing against your scalp every so often.

“Oi,” he suddenly said, shifting slightly behind you. “Next time, I’m helpin’ you put these damn things in, too."

You turned slightly, raising a brow. “Oh? You think you can handle braiding?”

“Tch. Of course I can.” He smirked. “If I can tie my damn shoes, I can twist some damn hair.”

You snorted. “Alright then. Next time, you’re doing my whole head.”

He scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he just went back to work, muttering under his breath about how he was “too damn good” at everything. And as you sat there, feeling his fingers in your hair, listening to his occasional grumbles, you couldn’t help but smile.

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[catdrawinfs]

woah...goign to think abotuthis for years

[donut-entendre]

why are you starving your farmer's son to death. feed him

[cimicherrychanga]

sigh. i miss that stranger i had the most insane game of rock paper scissors online with some 9 years ago

[sluttish-armchair]

Ok but thinking back to how I was in elementary and middle school: I had such disdain for other kids who broke the rules, that I irrationally hated a whole bunch of kids — kids I would have made good friends with — all because I couldn’t stand the fact that they engaged in conflicts with, and affronts to authority figures or standards.

It even went as far as internally mocking a kid my age — calling him “Mama’s Boy” in my head — over the fact that his mother whispered comments into his ear, which he mumbled unintelligibly into the mic, and then would fall asleep as if dead on her arm. I perceived his inability to give comments on his own, and his sleeping, as moral failings of both mother and child; because I wasn’t raised like that. And maybe, those feelings also came from jealousy. I was expected to fight off sleep all the time because I could read at a college level in third grade, and could theoretically understand the material presented at the meetings despite it still being inappropriate for my age group.

I was so far deep into the “bad associations spoil useful habits” mindset that it made me hate my fellow neurodivergents — kids I would have been friends with — who maybe couldn’t hide it as well as I could. That is beyond fucked up. Now, I work with those very kids I disliked so much as a child, and guess what? They are my absolute favorite people to be around; and many of them remind me of myself.

[burningcomputerpersona]

you ever have one of those cases where you know your childhood wasn't exactly normal but then you take a look at one aspect of your life that you thought was just a quirky lil detail and realize maybe that was a bit more not-normal than you previously thought

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

i will never forget the time I was hanging out with two other people who were new friends and they were like "let's do a sonic fandub" and one of them started looking up sonic game footage on youtube for us to dub while we discussed who would speak for who and we decided I'd voice tails. But also I knew nothing about sonic at the time, i'd only seen the snapcube fandubs because I'd heard they were good and funny, I didn't know the plot or characters very well. I couldn't remember what they sounded like so while the other two started to say silly things in sonic and amy's voices I asked "what does tails sound like again?" And I was laughing because I was embarrassed and also shocked by how quickly they had started commiting to the bit of trying to do some voice acting and my friend just said "he sounds like a twink" and I could not stop laughing and I could not take the idea seriously and I just told them that I couldn't do the voice oops. And so we moved onto a different topic pretty quickly and just enjoyed the pizza we had while we waited for our other three friends to get back from the store

anyways all of this is to say that Tails is NOT a twink, he is an 8 year old little boy and my friend was misguided.

[cherrylight]

dreamily sighs and screams

[endlessfuckup]

red white and royal blue is the gayest thing i have ever seen with my own two eyes

[claitea]

finished mario wonder it was SOOOOO good i love it to PIECES

[lunasilvis]

Gradually shifting into a sunnier mood and it feels kinda good 🌞 I also managed to fix an advancing mechanical/electrical issue today with my bass amplifier which was becoming a bigger annoyance by day :/ cheers to diy'ing household (or traditionally masculine) issues as a woman, forever

[diegoshargrieves]

listening to my parents talk about me is so fucking funny. "she's dealt with us for so long that at this point she's done. she's mentally checked out from having to give a shit about anyone. can you believe how corruptible she is just because she's almost an adult and she thinks that we're not her problem anymore?"

like man you are literally so close. so fucking close.

[tchaikovskym]

Still thinking about the interaction I had on Friday.

I just went to take out my faculty hoodie from student council room and it just happened to be that there was that guy I almost had romantic relationship with, but like, I was there for a hoodie, so I just asked for it to him,

but there was also a girl laying down on the beanie bag because of a depressive episode (common occurrence in the student council room) and she later told the guy she got scared from mine and his interaction. Which he later told me.

And I'm still thinking about that. What the fuck. How can interactions scare people. What did it even mean.

[lear-dot-rpy]

me: thank you for everything sir

my prof: you shouldn't be taking me, you should be annoyed at me.

me, incapable of anger and on the verge of tears: no, still, thank you. even though I failed, you still gave me the opportunity to try and achieve my dreams by helping me shift courses. you still gave a shot to study here in this state university. i still get to live on with no regrets that i didnt try

my prof: ... Ms. Lear, no matter where you may go, I hope you [something I didn't hear]

me: what?

my prof: just looking at you stresses me out. everytime i look at you i feel stressed out. just take a break and do what you want to do in life

me, emotional whiplash: wait what, what do you mean-