#that is just the urge im getting when looking at you

[sanctuaryroses]

This is the kind of stuff that makes me feel sick to my stomach no matter how many times I come across it. Even if she had „wanted“ some of it, which she a 100% didn’t, that would’ve been taking advantage of a unstable mentally ill person within crisis. Makes me wonder had Armin meiwes consensually cannibalised a woman not a man would he have gotten away with it?

Im sorry for going on that tangent given that she very obviously did not want or consent to any of it, however, and I know the ppl pulling that as an excuse don’t believe it either. But if we go with that excuse for a second, wouldn’t someone asking for literal beatings til inner bleedings fall into a category of ppl that need to be protected from themselves? I can’t quite wird what l mean. It’s kind of a dumb thing to get hung up on given everything there.

But it’s insane to me that when u want to kill yourself u get admitted to a psych ward for being a danger to yourself, but if you as a woman were to „ask“ to have bleach put in ur face, chemicals inserted into your vagina and be beaten to such an extreme degree, that would be a sane and mentally sound thing to want? Doing these things to someone wouldn’t be taking advantage of someone’s urge to harm themselves or whatever?

Like I don’t know. They’re so quick to sexualise even the theoretical idea of a woman wanting to be hurt that they don’t consider that that in itself would look incredibly bad for the husband in my opinion.

Ik it’s a weird thing to point out here but it’s bothering me so much that they can use smth as an excuse that just by default shouldn’t work as an excuse even if she had said yes.

There’s just a lvl of readiness to jump on women’s self hatred and urge to harm themselves in that that’s just as uncanny to me as people seriously using the Defense that she must’ve wanted it even though even if you claim bdsm, almost nothing he did lines up with bdsm games, all he did was torture her whilst at most she maybe was afraid to say no out of fear of worse torture.

How much do ppl want to spit on a death woman that got brutally tortured to death? That she chose this? That she could’ve chosen this?

That’s just a lvl of dehumanisation that even nowadays is hard for me to accept as being so normalised.

 Please write to the Attorney General and demand a review of this case. We have 28 days to lodge appeals. Attorney General, Geoffrey Cox QC 5-8 The Sanctuary, London SW1P 3JS or correspondence@attorneygeneral.gov.uk

[heartowan]

★ WINTER VISITOR : red hood x reader!

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* im not from america so i have absolutely nooo idea how much is -20°c in fahrenheit im sorry 😭 *

You used to enjoy winter so much more when you were a kid. The snow, the warm clothes, the atmosphere, your mom's hot chocolate... everything was so perfect back then. Now, though, you didn't like it as much.

Not because you grew up to be an insufferable grump, but things weren't as easy. At 9, you didn't have to walk on snowy streets from campus to work to your house in a -20°C weather. Freezing your ass used to be fun when it was voluntary.

But, fortunately, the holidays were already coming, so you wouldn't have any more classes during these few weeks, and you'd also get a few breaks from your job at the bookstore. Finally, some rest.

That's what you thought when you approached your porch, pulling out the keys to open the door in a practiced movement, but you stopped when your eyes caught a glimpse of something red. Then you walked a little closer, and you were able to make out the shape of someone sitting down with their legs stretched, hand cluching their side, a weird helmet on their head and a little cropped brown jacket... what a weird combination.

You knew that helmet, though. You lived in his area, after all.

"Can I help you?" Anyone, literally, anyone, would advise you to not speak to him and simply go find some place else to crash for the night until he went away. The thing is, you wouldn't listen anyway.

He raised his head in your direction, the white eyes of that creepy/fucking weird helmet staring at you, sizing you up and probably judging the fact that you were wearing green tights and red shoes. But, hey, who even was he to judge your style choices?

"Actually, yeah." He said, and even with the modulator distorting his voice, you could hear the hoarsness and the faint tireness. "I'm fucked up over here, I'm not sure I can walk anymore."

You furrowed your eyebrows at that and reached for the phone in your pocket. Carefully, you crouched down beside him and turned on the torch to be able to see his wound better. "Let me see." You said, urging him to take his hand away.

He revealed the wound to you, and God, it was nasty. A bloody and very bumpy gash started from the left side of his abdomen to a little bit before the height of his shoulder blade. Absolutely disgusting. Whoever did that was probably trying to split him in half.

"Oh, my God." You mumbled, your eyes widened at the sight.

"Yeah." He added, nodding his head in understanding to your shock. "Can you at least let me in to... I don't know? Clean it up? It just starts bleeding more if I walk, and I don't wanna get an infection."

What kind of stupid fucking little dumbo would let a stranger dressed like that into their house, especially in Gotham?

"Yeah, come on in." You said, your eyebrows furrowing even more at your own brainlessness. They were almost knitted together like a unibrow.

★...

He sat down on your couch like his body weighted tons, and you noticed how his wound did an odd ripple movement. It just got weirder.

"I have a first aid kit in my bathroom." You said, stripping off your coat and your jacket. "I'll go get it. Do you need anything else?" He just shook his head, and you quickly disappeared into the little hallway.

Red Hood used this moment to look around your house, trying to distract himself from the pain and dizziness. He took in how your walls weren't white, but some kind of eggshell color and there was a green wall too, that one covered in framed paintings, pictures and many posters, as well as some hanging plants.

There were just so many plants. Your couch was more comfortable than his bad, and you had a fluffy mat at the center of the living room, between the couch and your bookshelves, which were full of books he could barely recognize in the dim light.

Oh, yes, the lamps. You had little lamps everywhere and one big lamp beside the couch, but they were all warm and barely even illuminated a thing. They made the room very cozy, though.It was so homey, and it looked like you. If he saw you randomly on the street and for some reason he decided to guess what your house looked like from the inside, that would be it. Maybe not as many lamps, but still.

"Okay, I'm back." You walked out of the little hall in hurried steps, a little red box in your hands. You kneeled close to him on the couch. "Fuck, the lights." You mumbled, and he though your annoyed tone was funny, so he smiled a little under his helmet.

After switching on the big, white light, you kneeled again and gently moved the ripped fabric of his shirt away from the cut. He was staining your couch with blood, but you decided not to care at that moment. With some gauze and saline solution, you cleaned the whole thing up, the sides, and what you could reach of the insides, then, you sprayed some antiseptic on it.

"This is disgusting, but I don't think you'll need stitches." You murmured, not looking at him. Your eyes were focused on the wound. "At least not on the whole thing."

"I can manage." It was all he said.

"I'm gonna patch it up so it isn't exposed." He simply nodded at that, and you started covering the extension of the gash with the little pieces of gauze you had, and then, you secured them with some adhesive tape. "All done."

He stayed there for at least forty minutes, and you noticed how he seemed to have fallen asleep at some point. Maybe he was too tired. You didn't care, but you let him rest anyway.

When he woke up from his nap, you had changed outfits into something more comfortable than the jeans you wore before. A pair of gray sweatpants and a very soft brown hoodie on top of your black Iron Man t-shirt.

"You want some tea?" You offered, looking down at him as he seemed to access the situation — probably forgot what the hell had happened for a second.

"Yeah... yeah. What is it?" He mumbled, his distorted voice sounding groggy. You smiled faintly at that.

"It's peach and ginger." You said. "I like it."

You poured a small amount of it in a little mug you had. It was one of your favorites, with little leaves painted all over it.

"I put honey on it, tastes better." You handed him the mug. And then it hit you... how the hell was he gonna drink the tea with that weird ass helmet on? "How do you- oh."

He shut you up when he removed the helmet after one little click at the back of it.

"You wear a mask under your helmet?" You arched one eyebrow, and he chuckled at your reaction.

"It's for the effect." He said and took a sip of the tea. "Very sweet."

You took a moment to look at the exposed parts of his face. He had a few scars all over it, a sharp jaw and slightly plumpy lips, which were rosy from drinking the tea. He also had flushed cheeks, probably from the cold and a seemingly straight nose. You couldn't really tell the shape from that distance.

"Thanks for taking care of that... and for te tea. And for letting me nap on your couch." He said, looking up at you.

His voice sounded so melodic now without the modulator. It was just slightly raspy, not absurdly deep, but not even a little bit high, and just so much more easy on the ears than you'd ever expect Red Hood's voice to be.

"You're leaving?" You asked in a slightly exasperated tone that surprised both of you and put your own mug down. "You sure you're gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry." He shook his head, waving his hand as if to say it wasn't a big deal. You just shrugged at that.

He put his mug down, it was almost empty. So he liked the tea. With his helmet in hand and walking a little more stable than before, he offered you a small smile before stepping over to your door.

"Bye." He murmured. "Thanks again."

You stood there after he left, in your living room, with the big light on, staring at the door. What an unusual night. Your eyes drifted back to the blood stain on your couch, and you groaned internally at the fact that you were the one that was gonna have to clean that.

That only reinforced your belief that vigilantes only brought more and more trouble.

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[faylvrs]

you just can’t call a spade a spade ✿ megumi fushiguro

﹒postscript : megumi can’t confess to you﹒fem reader

the moment is just right.

it’s been a long day strolling around tokyo with your teammates. yuji and nobara had insisted you come along to check out a few shops nearby that had opened.

it must be a nice gesture as you completed a hefty mission not too long ago—at least that’s what you think.

it’s all a plan that was setup, to make megumi grow closer to you. he has no idea why he trusted those two idiots and this stupid plan.

because he’s shaking right now, trying to catch his breath as he gazes at you humming a relaxing tune. you’re not bothered at all. yuji and nobara said they had to ‘go to the bathroom for a sec’ ( it’s been more than 10 minutes ).

you’re completely oblivious to this setup, and megumi feels guilty. is this method even okay? is he on the right track? is he doing good? a rush of anxiety washes over him. he should back out now, or maybe he shouldn’t. he’s overwhelmed with indecisive thoughts.

he sighs as he looks to the right, a vein popping on his forehead when he sees yuji and nobara giggling by the tree giving him signals. well here goes nothing…

“hey.” he avoid’s your gaze, staring front with a pretty pink color capturing his face. “i just, wanted to ask something.” he doesn’t miss the way you eye him curiously.

“what is it?” you slightly fix your poor posture, hoping he didn’t notice how you were sitting like a shrimp on the bench a few seconds ago.

“well.. i kind of..” the syllables come out in stutters, an unusual sight for someone cool-headed like him.

there are so many things he wants to say out loud, how captivating your smile is, how he’d get all giddy whenever he hears you call his name, that he likes you.

“forget it, it’s dumb.”

there’s so many things he could of said. so many words held back at his throat and yet all he could do was push them further back.

he can’t even look at you, he’s pathetic, he’s sick, lovesick.

“thanks for making me curious.” you scorn playfully. maybe now you do think it’s something dumb, maybe his feelings are dumb. he’s just a teenager with no experience, it’s just a crush anyway.

“it’s late.” you look up at the sky which had already turned dark. “im going back, catch you later?” you slide your phone back in your pocket, standing up from the bench and dusting yourself off.

“yeah. ill see you.” megumi nods his head. once you’re out of sight, he sees the two idiots running towards him with disappointed expressions.

“come on, fushiguro!” yuji quips. “you seriously fumbled the bag..”

“exactly, and you didn’t even offer to walk her home—did you read anything from the book i gave you?” nobara crosses her arms.

“you two..” megumi lets out an annoyed sigh. “im going back too.” he announces, ignoring the baffled look on their faces.

“hold it! you promised to treat us after this.” nobara grabs his shirt in time. “you know what, forget about that idiot. at least pay for my clothes!” nobara huffed. “hey!” yuji glared at her.

“ill treat you guys tomorrow.” megumi groans, he’d nearly forgotten about that. “you better not be lying!” yuji yells as he watches megumi walk away.

“i swear..” megumi walks a far distance away from them, now walking down a lane across the street. “why can’t i just say it?”

the question rings in his head. he doesn’t know why he felt discouraged mid-confession. he can’t explain why his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, that he had the sudden urge to shut up and run away. is this what love feels like?

megumi’s always been direct, but with you, he just can’t seem to call a spade a spade.

[novasdrabbles]

A Break from it All

Sevika deserves a little TLC and you’re more than happy to provide.

Im still trying to get used to writing smut 😭

NSFW ahead, 1.2k words, x-reader

When Sevika had returned to your shared apartment, it was already growing dark outside. One look was all it took for you to know her talk with Jinx hadn’t gone too well. Now, she’d have to face the crowd at the rally tomorrow alone. And without the Undercity's new ‘hero’ at that.

You’d be there beside her, of course. But it wouldn’t be the same without Jinx and you both knew that. So, when you finally entered your bedroom to turn in for the night, it didn’t surprise you that she was still wide awake, pinching the bridge of her nose with a small groan.

You crawled in beside her, your hand gently settling atop hers and pulling it away from her face. You pressed a kiss to her knuckles, holding her gaze the whole while. Her own eyes softened at the feel of your lips against her skin, but she couldn’t help but scoff at the knowing look you gave her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered. Her fingers intertwined with yours, and she shook her head. “I’m okay.”

It was your turn to scoff, and you did just that with a raise of your brow. “You don’t look okay. You look exhausted.”

Even in the dim light of the bedroom you could see that familiar set to her jaw, a tension to her shoulders and the crease between her brows. After Silco’s death Sevika had been the only one to step up and try to pull the Undercity together.

She’d been the one to bring the Chembarons together in an attempt to unify them. She was the one who stood by Jinx despite every ‘disagreement’ they’d had in the past. She protected those unjustly targeted by the enforcers and Noxian soldiers that had flooded the streets. No matter what, Sevika kept fighting.

And it was all weighing on her.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, carefully tugging her fingers from your own. She blew out a sigh, her forearm draping over her eyes. “I just need some rest.”

Oh, please, you thought as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You sat up a bit straighter, pressing yourself closer to her side. “If you say so,” you mumbled, sounding wholly unconvinced. You eyed her for a moment, mind whirring, before finally settling on an idea.

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to her jaw. She only grunted, but made no move to stop you. A smile lifted your lips and you shifted in order to kiss along the shimmering scar trailing from her cheek to her chest. You carried on, your hand running along the exposed skin of her waist, relishing in the pleased sigh you heard above you.

You nipped at her clavicle as your hand found purchase underneath her cropped shirt. You moved to straddle her, your knee gently nudging her legs apart to give you more space. Sevika relented, far too used to the random bouts of physical affection you’d drop on her.

It was only when she felt the bed dip at her waist did she move. Sevika lifted her arm from her eyes, staring down at you with a newfound interest. “Yeah?” She said, voice low as your fingers purposefully trailed along the top of her thighs.

“Oh, yeah. You need a break, Sevika,” you said matter-of-factly as you shifted to rest between her legs. “But, I know you won’t take one, so I’ll clearly have to help you relax in a different way.”

Her lips pursed, but she said nothing and you took that as your cue to continue. You kissed her torso, before dragging your lips down to the waistband of her pants. You could hear her breathing getting faster, and you bit back a prideful grin as you got to work tugging her pants off.

You could feel your own pulse quickening as you selfishly stared at the sight before you, your breath coming out in shorts puffs against her cunt. She was already more worked up than you thought, a clear sheen of arousal present. A thousand quips came to mind, but you decided to save the teasing for another day. Especially when she was gazing at you like that.

“You always work so hard, Sevika,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the junction between her pelvis and her thigh. “Let me work for you tonight, okay? You gonna let me make you feel good?”

Sevika’s jaw ticked, this side of yours never failing to shut her up. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and she barely managed out a quiet, “Yes.”

That was all you needed to hear. You hummed and leaned in, pressing your tongue flat against her entrance before dragging it up to her clit. The sound Sevika made was nothing short of guttural as she tossed her head against the pillows and you felt your own stomach clench in turn.

You set a slower pace, your hands gently spreading her thighs further apart. You wanted her to enjoy herself after all. You teased her entrance, tongue dipping in and out of her steadily. Sevika panted above you, a deep groan rumbling in her throat as your lips wrapped around her clit and sucked.

You weren’t surprised when her hand flew to your head, holding you in place as her hips rocked against your face. You groaned in response, letting her use you as your hands went up to squeeze her breasts.

Sevika’s hips jerked and slowed, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. “Oh, fuck,” she huffed and you quickly took over at the desperation lacing her voice.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my face,” you encouraged softly, your fingers sinfully circling her clit before parting her folds and adding your tongue back into the mix, pushing into her entrance with short and deep licks.

That was all it took for Sevika to come with a deep groan, grinding hard against your face as her fingers tightened in your hair. You drank up every drop, helping her ride out her orgasm.

When Sevika’s rapid breathing slowed to heavy pants, she was practically dragging you up towards her, her lips clashing into yours in a messy kiss as she tasted herself on your tongue.

You moaned, indulging her for as long as you could before pulling away to suck in a breath. She gazed up at you lovingly, her thumb brushing along your lower lip that glistened with her essence.

“Feel better?” You asked and delighted in the scoff you got in response.

“Much better,” Sevika said with a nod before rolling her eyes at the smug little grin on your face. Her hand dipped, tugging at your pants and you bit back at a laugh at the resulting frown she gave when you stopped her.

“You don’t want me to—” she began and you quickly shook your head.

“I’m fine. Tonight was all about you, remember?” You said, finger tapping against her cheek.

Sevika’s brows furrowed together in that way you knew she was trying to decide whether to be stubborn or relent. Eventually, she sighed and kissed you again, much softer and deeper this time.

“Fine. I’m making it up to you in the morning, though,” she replied resolutely.

You only laughed, pressing swift kisses to her nose and cheek as she grumbled. “I’ll be sure to hold you to that then.”

[domoriu]

hi it's the insane anon :⟩ now I'm genuinely going crazy over mama 2024 leehan. imagine him as your boss. I'd imagine him as those typical cold ceo typa stuff but he's so damn hot you can't help getting wet at the sight of him. in that suit? #needthat

can I be 🐠 anon? (if it's okay, thank you for the response btw)

yes u can be 🐠 anon !! welcome :)

im liking this idea… the boss everyone lowkey hates, even if they dont completely despise him, they have their complaints. but underneath all the hate most of the people in the office have a crush on him because he’s just soo hot.

the way he walks around with confidence, the way he bosses people around, you cant help but wonder how he would act in the bedroom. whenever he talks to directly, giving you some sort of task, you’re so compliant and he appreciates that you listen to him so easily, ignoring the fact that its probably because of a silly crush.

after some time you get promoted to work with leehan directly as his assistant, and you struggle to fight the urge to jump his bones almost every day, not wanting to risk rejection or losing your job. but leehan is teasing, and he’s so subtly flirting that you dont catch it right away, and he secretly likes the way you look at him with a hint of lust in your eyes, and the way your thighs rub together when he’s speaking to you.

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | STAY WEEK: SKZ IN NEW YORK

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[sweatandwoe]

Now that's been a year out, I'm gonna say my biggest BG3 hot take:

Default durge should've been a companion if you're playing Tav

[k16is]

i am deeply afraid of the utena fandom just know i am absolutely terrified to follow any of you because of how the show is. What if i post a bad take and you have to kill me. What if YOU post a bad take and i have to kill you

[petrichal]

obligatory "Oda thank you for sharing this world with us" post

[maburito]

Holy shit IT WORKED!!

I've been completely lost I didn't thought it would work i was just desesperate aeoirgjoiejgrji

[gibbearish]

kinda frustrating how we've spent the last few months acknowledging how a lot of well intentioned but guilt trippy social justice posts are like specifically designed to worm into ocd ppls brains and then now every single post abt palestine is "i dont care how bad your mental health is, i dont care how bad looking at all this makes you feel, if you don't read every single post you see on this topic in full you are a horrible person and directly contributing to their deaths. 'waaaah my mental health' well at least youre not being bombed, did you think about that??" and its like. i absolutely get where youre coming from but you dont get to complain that guilt tripping is bad then turn around and use it anyways because you think the cause youre using it for is worthwhile. like. everyone thinks the cause theyre using it for is worthwhile, thats why theyre using it. but its still a shit way to do it

[arolesbianism]

Oh fun fact! In my comicfrin au the big boss isn't the king, since y'know. He'd have no reason to be. So I made some shit up <3 girlies when they accidentally wishcraft themselves out of everyone's memories and abilities to comprehend them and proceeded to keep throwing wishcraft at the problem in a desperate attempt to fix it

[sukibenders]

"Cannibalism as a metaphor for love is such an interesting narrative choice!" Until you add poc into the narrative and here come the millions of "think pieces" that either 1.) dehumanize them for the same thing their yte counterparts are praised and, sometimes, even...applauded for (eg. Yellowjackets and other supernatural media), 2.) or use it inappropriately to justify harm brought on to poc communities. But that's a conversation for another time.

(tw for some of the tags as well)

[transmandrake]

Feel like face blindness is underestimated as a thing that Completely Fucks Up your ability to socialise and make friends, especially when its combined with time blindness.

Want friends but cant recognise people and have no idea when you last talked to someone?

The only way you can do that is to be in a situation where the same people show up in the same place at the same time, or/AND where said people approach you first and frequently enough to where you can figure out a way to find them that doesnt involve needing to know what they look like.

Oh, you already did that? Well now you have to actually remember they exist and contact them. Regularly. And pretend you care. You wish you did.

Even worse if you're depressed or otherwise emotionally suppressed naturally or otherwise. As a lot of autistic people are. Its not at all surprising no one makes an effort to hang out with someone who never recognises them, never contacts them, and if they do has nothing they want to say and has no response to anything you do or say, and shows no sign they even like you at all.

But people are still really cool. Wish my brain actually wanted anything to do with them sometimes. Would be nice.

[butchharts]

Who let you be so damn cute? Got me wondering why you’re so far, I just want to wrestle with you and see how far we get

and what happens when I pin you down huh? as you struggle with your feeble attempts to break free. I’ll let you though because I’m just so nice