#something i’m pretty passionate about

[matcha-lemonade-enthusiast]

every time i see the comments on a plus size influencer’s content (particularly on tiktok/twitter) it makes me so sad. like wow “body positivity” really was just a trend for the masses, and unfortunately 90s-00s heroin chic is back in full swing.

and it’s just even worse, bc it’s like people are so much meaner for whatever reason and their only input is go on ozempic and do fad diets. as if there isn’t a shortage on ozempic and now diabetics who actually need it can’t get it. plus even if a fat person is even able to lose weight (let alone decide to), they are a human being who deserves stylish clothes and feel good about themselves. like don’t piss me off

[idontmindifuforgetme]

how did u become this productive and academic and cool.. what age did u start..

Built this way babeyyyy

[siltslut]

super random, but just wanted to let you know that we're practically the same person but a few years apart in age lol i'm from southern california and studied sound design up at SFSU (for a filmd degree), had a questionable obsession with dsmp during covid and devoured tsv lmaoo just odd that its like . same people different flavors, thought you'd find it amusing that the world is just a little bit smaller

did you do dsmp fanart back in the day?? i wanna say it was a lot of c!ranboo?? your username def looks familiar lmao. anyway that’s sick!! we’re long lost twins

[ronsenburg]

The title of the document I'm currently writing in is "get crocheted, idiot" so. there's that. happy WIP Wednesday, everyone!

When Sylvain returns to the house a few hours later, Felix is awake and sitting at the table in Mercie’s tiny kitchen. Sun is spilling through the open windows by now, a golden light that catches up in the steam that rises in slow loops from the mug of coffee set in front of Felix, from the kettle that sits still, hot, on the stove. Felix doesn’t look up when Sylvain enters the room. It’s not anything unusual—even on the inhibitors, Felix can feel a person’s presence quicker than he can see them and, by now, Sylvain knows him better than to expect any politeness. Just another of those little idiosyncrasies to love. Felix seems a bit preoccupied, anyway, glowering down at a bundle on the table, something a deep teal in color spilling out of his hands and over the edge, down onto his lap.

“What’s that?” Sylvain asks, taking a few steps towards the table. On closer inspection, it appears to be a piece of clothing. Probably a shirt, based on the weave of the fabric, though it’s hard to tell with the way Felix has it bunched up in his fingers like that.

“The neighbor said it was for me,” Felix replies, frowning even harder as he speaks. “She said my Federation clothes looked uncomfortable.”

Sylvain has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. Despite outward appearances, Felix is pretty particular about the clothes he wears. Not a lot of extraneous ornamentation to be found, sure, but things like cut and color. He’s picky. Sylvain wonders which part of that interaction was worse for Felix, having his clothing critiqued by an old bajoran woman or dealing with the awkwardness of her misplaced generosity. He doesn’t ask. 

“She has a point,” Sylvain says, instead, turning away from Felix to rummage through the cabinets around the sink, on the hunt for a mug of his own. “It gets pretty hot here in the summer, that’ll breathe better than anything the replicator makes.”

Behind him, Felix’s voice sounds mildly surprised, maybe even a little impressed. That’s a bit of a novelty. “It’s not replicated?” 

“Nah. They’re not big on that kind of thing, here. Before the occupation, textile artistry had its own caste. Pretty high up there, too. She probably wove–” the sound of various ceramic pieces clinking together interrupts his words as Sylvain reaches behind a stack of hand-fired dinner plates, “–aha, found it! But, yeah, she probably wove that fabric herself.”

Sylvain turns back, mug now triumphantly clutched in one hand, to find Felix looking at him with a strange expression on his face. He looks suspicious—no, curious—another rarity for Felix. Bajor seemed to be bringing out all sorts of new and exciting expressions so far. Who would’ve thought? 

At first, Sylvain thinks it’s his words that’ve brought that face on; mentioning a caste system, even one that he has no real connection to himself, to a Federation citizen usually tends to earn you a look or two. But Felix doesn’t actually care about history and politics like that, it’s never really been his speed. Must be something else, then. 

“What?” Sylvain asks, finally, raising his eyebrows at Felix. “Something on my face?”

Felix nods to Sylvain’s right side in subtle indication. “You’re wearing one of those earrings.”

“Oh.” Sylvain reaches up to touch the silver chain, surprised. He’s gotten used to it already, the way the metal pieces jangle softly together as he moves, the pressure of the cuff against the skin of his ear. Almost like he’s been wearing it for years. “Yeah. My mom lives around here, people sort of know me. Easier to just put it on than explain why I’m not wearing it, you know?”

Across the room, Felix’s eyes narrow ever so slightly. Of course someone like Felix, who is only ever unflinchingly and unapologetically himself, wouldn’t understand. 

[a-hypnos-v]

Here’s a comic Wip/Practice

It’ll be a dumb little Viktorcai thingy, I was a little on the fence on making a ship comic but i just like the duo, regardless of whether or not it’s depicted romantically, platonically or anywhere in between, and I had a cute idea in my head.

Well, cute in their own, Mordecai-y and Viktor-y ways, I guess,

[heybaetae]

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[hamable]

Thoughts while watching the new miraculous movie cuz I’m three minutes in and can already TELL I’m gonna be losing my mind:

Spoilers under cut obv

Daddy no :( you can’t take me to school tomorrow with fresh baked goods for my whole class :( that’s so embarrassing :( what would they THINK ?!?!

Marinette: I want a better life (beautiful, picturesque Paris, apartment above your parents bakery, heading to a fancy school) cause I’m so clumsy???

Me: GIRLY ILL SWAP WITH YOU???

God I saw stuff about the singing voice and it’s so tonally and stylistically different from Christina Vee’s VAing that I can’t take it seriously. The singer isn’t necessarily bad, but it’s so clearly a different person.

Aside from the im loving the animation so far. It’s so cool seeing these character I’ve known since like 2017 in a new, more polished style.

Goddamnit we’re still making popular girl no carbs jokes???

DAMN ALYA THATS COLD (oh sorry, do I need to take a number behind the line of friends coming to your rescue?) LIKE YOUVE HAD ONE LINE SO FAR.

Chloe going about this bully/rival thing reeaallll fruity

Emo Adrien just trying to listen to MCR and tune out the normies that just don’t get it 😡😭

NINO BEST BRO

EW WHAT HAIR IS THAT GABRIEL

Nooroo called them the ladybug and chat noir miraculouses, but shouldn’t it be the ladybug and black cat miraculous? I thought they chose their names for themselves, ladybug sticking with ladybug, chat noir coming up with his own?

TIKKI IS SO CUTE OMG

This chat noir so silly and goofy

NOT CARELESS WHISPER ARE YOU KIDDING ME. YALL COULDA DONE A BEAUTIFUL ORCHESTRAL SWELL AND YOU PICK C A R E L E S S W H I S P E R?!?!?!?!

Btw why did Marinette prove her worth while adrien was just like. Doing hw. It’s easy to prove you can use the ladybug for good. Show me why he was chosen to use destruction for good. That’d be so interesting.

PUSS IN BOOTS

Plagg take an antacid plz

SHE THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW

Pop off hawk moth villain song honestly, best one so far

OK HAWKMOTH SING

Nino Dr. Love omg my favorite guy

Golden rule: always stay cool… (voice immediately shoots up an octave when Alya speaks to him)

That’s NOT HOW ROLLERCOASTERS WORK

That’s gotta be at least a few casualties

ASHDJFJF Catches Chloe from a deadly fall only to redirect and chuck her HARDER into a dumpster

Chloe you gotta stop giving off repressed fruity vibes

This movie has not established enough of a connection between marinette and adrien to justify ladybug rejecting chat noir (on the basis of loving someone else, I mean, not that she can’t reject him at all)

Plagg? Not the time.

WTF HAPPENED TO YOU GABRIEL?!?! DID YOU GO ON A BENDER?!?!

The movie has not established enough, if any, disconnect between adrien and gabriel. I love seeing adrien stand up for himself, but it feels kinda weird

LMAO HES LIKE BOUNCING IN PLACE WITH ANGER DONT MAKE ME LAUGH

Adrien with headphones is so fucking funny to me. Head down shoulders hunched, listen to welcome to Nightvale cause no one else gets it

Chloe. Every. God. Every word out of your mouth is so fruity. “There is someone else. And she’s right in front of you.” Someone else for who, Chloe?? For marinette?? I better you’re hoping she thinks you mean u and her huh?

Crush likes someone else. Life not worthy living. Dreams not worth pursuing.

All these songs run together. Except hawkmoths. His kicked ass.

Jesus Christ it’s Armageddon

STOP WITH THE FUCKING CARELESS WHISPER

HAS HE BEEN LISTENING TO CARELESS WHISPER THE WHOLE TIME?!?! THIS FUCKING LOSER OH MY GOD

Ladybug out here in YOUR FATHERS APOCALYPSE and you’re MOPING IN YOUR FANCY HOUSE

It’s the end of the world are you really gonna be salty rn?!?!

Ew why it’s the cataclysm like. An oil slick?!

Oh shit he dead

Oh he super dead

From the top of the Eiffel Tower? Into water?? You’re dead.

WHERE IS THE LAVA COMING FROM?!

SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE THE FORCE HAWKMOTH?!

Damn show hawkmoth could never.

Jesus fucking razor winged butterflies

Movie says fuck sentimonster adrien here’s Emilie pregnant

Anyways uh you killed and displaced likely hundreds of citizens so get ready for a lifetime in prison, hawky

OH I FORGOT ABOUT MIRACULOUS LADYBUG LMAO WERE GOOD ACTUALLY

Ok you placed the rubble back together but a bunch of people are still probably dead right

Ya Chloe make a quick exit bc of that gay crisis you’re having. Next year? Back to bullying. What was this year Chloe? Hm?

Overall: cool animation and effects, nostalgic for early lady noir dynamic, writer brain is itching for what could’ve been, but otherwise it is what it is, prob won’t watch it again.

EDIT: SHE DISNT DO MIRACULOUS LADYBUG UNTIL THE END RIGHT???? LIKE AFTER A FEW MONTHS OF HEROING??? SO ALL THE SHIT AT THE FAIR. JUST HAPPENED. YOU CANT TELL ME THERE ARENT LIKE. DEAD BODIES. I DONT THINK SHE KNEW SHE COULD FIX IT RIGHT??? PEOPLE DIED. YOU DESTROYED A CHUNK OF A CITY GABRIEL.

[ask-gotham-city]

Time is unreal💕🦇

[fappellmoan]

i feel like i’m crazy i’m in love with her!!

[malachitezmeyka]

I high-key wanna change my name but I also low-key don’t

[oncamelliastreet]

guess who can’t go to prom because it’s the exact same day as my SISTERS FUCKING WEDDING.

[pansyfemme]

im. 💖

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about how toji cleans you up after sex — not with the traditional combination of soap and water, but with his tongue. naturally.

the first time it happens, when you collapse against the mattress after countless rounds of intense passion, body aching in every possible crevice and mind hazy with the clouds of leftover pleasure, the last thing you expect is to feel straggly strands of black hair tickling your thighs.

“mmm… toji, what are y’doing?” you murmur tiredly, eyelids droopy as as you gaze down at where he’s currently trailing several lazy, open-mouthed kisses up the skin of your quivering thighs.

“what does it look like, baby?” he rumbles airily between warm brushes of his scarred lips, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours with a hint of amusement glinting in his irises. “gonna clean you up real good.”

“but… ‘m still sensitive there, can’t you just use a damp cloth or something?” you begin to protest, however your words quickly trail off into incoherency once you feel him place a smooch directly upon your abused cunt.

“no can do, pretty,” he huffs lightly, trailing a pudgy thumb down your puffy folds to where his milky cum is still slowly trickling out of your little hole. “i made the mess so i’m gonna be the one who cleans it up.”

“but—”

“no more buts,” toji admonishes with a click of his tongue, wrapping a strong arm around your stomach to keep you in place while he blows a soft, teasing puff of air over your fluttering pussy. “now be quiet and let me do my job.”

…well, when he puts it like that you can’t really think of any sane reason to argue further.

but despite how rough he was just mere moments ago while he was ruthlessly pounding you into the bed, the way he scoops his own sticky release out of you with the tip of his tongue is anything but rough — in fact, it could even be described as gentle.

he’ll keep eye contact with you the entire time too, both pools of greyish-blue locked directly on your own with each drag of his bumpy tastebuds throughout your spongy, hypersensitive walls.

and when he finally deems his work satisfactory and pulls you into his bulky yet tender embrace, you decide maybe toji’s method of cleaning you up isn’t so bad after all.

[gyudons]

despicable

updates as of 22 oct

Travis Dermott knew that he would draw attention with his actions in the Coyotes’ home opener against the Anaheim Ducks at Mullett Arena on Saturday. The Arizona defenseman just hoped that the spotlight might shine on the issue that he was addressing, not on him.

“You don’t really want to go against rules that are put in place by your employer, but there’s some people who took some positive things from it,” Dermott said. “That’s kind of what I’m looking to impact.

“You want to have everyone feel included and that’s something that I have felt passionate about for a long time in my career. It’s not like I just just jumped on this train. It’s something that I’ve felt has been lacking in the hockey community for a while. I feel like we need supporters of a movement like this; to have everyone feel included and really to beat home the idea that hockey is for everyone.”

“I won’t lie,” said Dermott, who is playing on a one-year, two-way contract. “From the outside, it’s easy to see that I’m putting my career on the line for something. I definitely went through some emotional ups and downs that night, not regretting anything by any means, but I’d love to have maybe done a couple of steps a little different by making sure that everyone was aware of what was going on before I did it.

“I don’t want to put my teammates or my coaches or my GMs or the equipment managers in any kind of bad light when it’s their job to kind of look out for something like this happening. It was definitely something that I did just by myself and was prepared to kind of deal with whatever repercussions the league decides to push towards that. I’m not going to back off and say that this battle is won, but we’re going to find better ways to do it.”

As Dermott noted, LGBTQ+ inclusion is an issue that he has supported for a long time. Without getting into specifics, Dermott said the issue is personal for him because it impacts people close to him.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t shed tears about this on multiple occasions,” he said. “So yeah, it’s something I’m definitely very passionate about.

“I’ve met a lot of people that from the outside, it looks like they have everything going right in their life and they have a smile on their face every time they talk to you. But sometimes when we get closer to people and get comfortable enough for them to open up to you, you can see that there’s some pretty dark stuff happening to some good people. It doesn’t take too many times encountering something like that for it to really change someone.

“I’ve been blessed to have some of those opportunities put in front of me to really change my view of what being a good person means; what being a good father and a good example and role model means going forward. You really see how people are hurting and it’s because of a system that maybe no one’s intentionally trying to be malicious about, but until you’ve really had that first-person experience seeing people hurting from it right in front of you, it’s tough to kind of take steps.”

It would be a surprise if the league handed down any sort of punishment. The optics alone would add to the public relations damage that the original ban created. Even so, Dermott reiterated his desire to bring the entire franchise into the fold before he takes similar actions in the future, but he also made it clear that he will not be silenced on the topic.

“It’s not like I’m shutting up and going away,” he said. “I know more questions are going to be coming. We’re just going to be as prepared as we can be to just spread love. That’s the thing. It’s gay pride that we’re talking about, but it could be men’s health. It could be any war. It’s just wanting world peace. Everyone’s got to love each other a little bit more.

“Like my parents said growing up, ‘How awesome would it be to be the guy that people look up to?’ That’s what really hit home when I was a kid, especially from my mom. You want to grow up and be that guy. You want to be the guy that’s having the impact on kids like NHL players had on you. If they had been racist or bigoted, that’s going to have an effect on you.

“With how many eyes are on us, especially with the young kids coming up in the new generation, you want to put as much positive love into their brain as you can. You want them to see that it’s not just being taught or coming from maybe their parents at home. They need to see it in the public eye for it to really make an effect.”

[chonkchu]

These neurotypicals will never understand why I consider coffee as a potion to me and not just any energy drink.

[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley pt 5

Ghost really wasn't sure how this happened.

One minute, he was taking off his boots, about to take off his mask for the day (after closing his blinds, of course), when all of a sudden he heard a knock on his door. A familiar knock.

And now, there he was. Sitting on his couch, you sitting on the opposite end, his neighbor, both with glasses of wine, wine that he had purchased you.

How the hell did this happen?

You were talking. You had been talking for a while, actually, and he was pretty sure you were going on and on about what you did for work now. He cared about what you were saying, he really did, but he just couldn't seem to focus on the words coming out of your mouth.

He lifted his balaclava a bit and raised the wine glass to his lips and took another sip of the red. He nodded as you continued on, something about clients at work.

Ghost wanted to care about what you did for work. But for some odd reason, while he did care about it, he knew it didn't matter. If he had his way, you wouldn't have to work, anyway. And then it wouldn't even matter.

"Hm?"

"I was saying thank you for the groceries," you said softly with a small chuckle. "And all the other stuff..."

Ghost waved his hand absently. "No need, love. It's the least I could do, considering you keep me just about fed nowadays."

Oh, and when you laughed... He wanted to listen to that melody forever.

“I know, Simon, but still-”

Words were certainly coming out of your mouth, but the man might as well have been deaf. He was so focused on your facial features, how the dimple formed on only one cheek and not the other when you smiled or laughed, and how your eyes seemed to get a little wider when you were emphasizing something you were talking about. You were just so passionate, so full of life- and so kind.

Before he knew it, he was on his third glass of wine. You were only on your second, but that was mostly because you spent so much of the evening chatting, and he spent most of it listening.

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he so willingly listened to someone go on and on.

“Sorry,” you chuckled after a while, raising your wine glass back up to your lips to take another sip. “I’m kind of hogging the conversation, aren’t I?”

The lieutenant didn’t reply immediately, as he was too busy watching your delicate fingers curl around the stem of the wine glass you were holding. In fact, it took him a few seconds to register that you had even said something to him that he needed to reply to.

Shaking his head, he quickly cleared his throat. “No, no, you’re fine, love. Besides, I don’t mind listening to you-”

Not one bit.

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