#thats completely incorrect

[windowsillbells]

look maybe im not meant to be reading into it too much, but im soo not over how luo fusheng's love language is acts of service (may i say like the truest most pure to form babyboy to ever exist on planet earth), but when people try to do acts of service to him they always go about it the wrong way. and luo fusheng still accepts them with gratitude bc he understands they are meant to be loving attentions. never ONCE did he show anything less that appreciation.

after the kidnapping, he needed to rest and sleep well. that means, being in his house with familiar sounds and people around him, and yet his whole family insisted he went to hong lan's. what did he do?? he THANKED them all bc he understood they put him there to keep him safe from the attempted murder. even tho the murderer wasnt even trying to kill him, but xxc.

then after the cinema declaration of love, he just wanted to spend some time alone to sort his feelings out (he was experiencing heartbreak for the first time!!!) and yet threw a party for xxc without ever showing him anything less than support

then he just wanted to let this all go but no, hong lan had to keep reminding him about it and making him think about it with the psychotherapy date just so that she could console him and be his saviour. leavr him alone!!!

and this fucking birthday thing, its been 18 years he tells everyone he doesnt want to celebrate, and evrryone still insists on wishing him happy birthday. whyyyy leave him alone!!! he's suffering!! and hong lan has the audacity of acting pitiful when lfs is sad (but appreciative! he still thanked the anon flower gifter through his teeth while biting back tears bitch) about a thing he has been telling everyone for 18 years that hes sad about. godddd im so mad about everything

[deserthusbands]

cody: you're sick.

obi-wan, laying pathetically on the bed: no.

cody: you can't deny it this time.

obi-wan: mmf, yes i can.

cody: i will get helix.

obi-wan: no. :(

cody: you're sick.

obi-wan: i am not sick.

cody: i will take you myself—

[geegers22]

Just saw someone call zutara a crack ship…

I don’t think that word means what you think it means.

[ming-sik]

honestly it's just frustrating. you have people finding misogynistic cishet dudes and defending their emotional neglect of their sexual partners because it superficially resembles aromanticism even when the men themselves do not identify as aromantic and are often neglecting their sexual partners specifically because they view a girlfriend as the only type of woman who deserves any type of effort and so if the chick they're fucking isn't their girlfriend they can treat her like dirt. and then when people are rightly like "hey fuck you for defending a misogynist" the same people who claimed the cishet guy who never at any point claimed to be aromantic was aromantic and therefore criticizing his misogyny is arophobia go into the aro tags to despair at how many people HATE aromantics so they can whip a bunch of bystanders into a frenzy because they've heard that people are discrediting aromanticism, and therefore are encouraged to read the original unrelated posts or people getting pissed at someone defending emotional abuse by calling it aromanticism in bad faith or not at all, and so you get a mountain of people theorizing that the attack on cishet aro men was manufactured by TERFs instead of people who think that girls who date guys deserve dudes who don't see them as a freelance contractor they can expect sex from without having to treat them with the bare minimum respect they feel a girlfriend is owed.

[clowningaroundmars]

a recurring thing i love seeing in motorcity is

chuck and the burners but especially chuck: mike omfg pls. with the hero complex. cmon mike. mike. mike pls stop fighting our battles pleeeaaaase! jfc mike why are you so nonchalant with danger?!??! MIKE GOD pleeasee stop throwing yourself into the most perilous situations ev-- MIKE. MIKE are you smiling and having fun while dodging robot lasers??!? MIKE PLEASE TAKE THIS MORE SERIOUSLY

and then the villains are like: miiikey my boy..... STOP being so uptight! GODDD youre so damn annoyingly rigid you little boy scout! relaaaax. you just need to go with the floowww~~ trust me, if only you knew how to ~let loose~ for once in your life things would turn out sooo much better for you! 😎

[mamawasatesttube]

""""um well kon and bart have to go into space/the future to get involved with weird shenanigans"""" my GOD. youre in the comics fandom read a Fucking Comic now and then maybe

[comradecowplant]

so things are not going well with my new elderly socdem friend unfortunately.

[queeranddepraved]

Sooo uhm trans and nonbinary followers..

Complicated question that I don't even know how to word because I don't know how to describe how I'm feeling... but uhm..I guess basically while I consider myself to be nonbinary/genderfluid/trans masc, and like when I look in the mirror, I certainly see myself as queer and if I'm wearing androgynous or masc enough clothes then like I sort of see myself as the gender my brain thinks I am.

But like? I dunno how to explain it, but I guess like my subconscious isn't there yet? Like, I guess subconsciously, I still fully see my physical self as a girl? I'll see my hands and think those are girl hands or I'll automatically lump myself in with girls or like it's like an inherent feeling in my subconscious that my body is a girl's body and it doesn't feel like that part of my brain will ever catch up???

I guess my main question is if like your brain ever fully stops seeing you as/making you feel like your agab???

[themikeymonster]

Just suddenly got perceived in public for the first time, panicked, and misgendered myself 🥲

[hacknet]

i accidentally thought about the sh two remake again sorry. How the hell are they going to introduce james as constantly on the verge of tears just looking at himself in the mirror and then have his emotional progression still make any sense.

james literally only comes close to tears once or twice the entire game (depending on your ending) and BOTH are in the last quarter of it. what are they planning to do with him. where do you go if you're already starting at "sobbing crying sentient wet paper towel"

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO CORRECT

Tim: Like I said, we need more help.

Bruce: Maybe I should call my friends.

Damian: Your what?

Bruce: My friends.

Stephanie: Is he saying “friends”?

Jason: I think he’s being sarcastic.

Duke: No, no, no. This is delirium. He’s cracked from being awake all night.

Dick: Hey, Bruce, all of your friends are in this room.

Bruce: I have other friends. You asked me to make new friends. I made new friends. It was a task. I complete tasks.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#156 DADAA

Adam*Holding you in his arms wrapped like a burrito, cradling you in his arms for your nap...Even when you're an adult- In a hushed tone* You BEAUTIFUL and CAPABLE of GREAT things my child...

Adam*Whispering closer to your ears, eyes glowing blue and red*LIKE MURDER~...

Y/n*Snoozing comfortably in his arms*ZZZZzzzz

Adam*Eyes go back to normal, shaking head* Dont do that tho~...

Adam*Eyes glowing again in killer instinct mode*UNLESS ITS COMPLETELY NECESSARY

Y/n*Sleep talking,responding to him*Ok daa..daa...

Adam*Pecks your forehead happily*Thats my baby~ Dada will be your accomplice~... especially if it is to murder your bad boyfriend~oh Dada will BURY him in the yard~Yes their gonna be compost for your mama's garden~

...Where was this pep talk when i was a baby-

[determinate-negation]

genuine question: why do you say that zionists engage in holocaust revisionism and denial? I've seen a few posts of yours talking about this but I don't think I fully understand what you mean. Thanks in advance

so much of the history american politicians are obliquely referencing when they compare palestinians to nazis is COMPLETELY incorrect and they are obscuring americas enthusiastic support for the nazis and apathy towards the jews, both before they entered the war, during, and after the war. before 1941 there was a lot of support from american politicians for nazis. they were reported on very favorably for years, major american industrialists and businessmen worked with nazis, people were unsure what side of the war the us would join on, the american public in fact generally blamed jews for antisemitic persecution and didnt want to allow in jewish refugees. there were pro nazi rallies in madison square garden with thousands of people. henry ford got a medal from hitler. during the war americans didnt believe a genocide was taking place, 'reputable news sources' questioned jewish eyewitnesses and death tolls. during the war american companies made millions off of the holocaust. after the war the us government protected high ranking nazi officials and put them in the american government. american politicians historically love nazis, they protected nazi war criminals, and they fund european neo nazis today. jewish holocaust surivors lived in displaced persons camps for years mistreated by american troops after the war. the holocaust was not even in public consciousness until decades afterwards, this entire culture of responsibility or whatever is completely superimposed retrospectively. every time that they try to invoke some memory of the holocaust to justify what they are doing in gaza its a shameful and cynical lie because america never cared, they love nazis and they have always allowed genocide to happen. ken burns did a documentary on this called the us and the holocaust thats really good

also the book Hitlers American Friends and this book

and zionists continue to make the insane claim that hitler didnt want to kill all the jews until palestinians convinced him even though this is just softcore holocaust denial about germanys central role in it. also this is not my main point, but the allied bombing of german civilians in dresden was in fact a controversial action, so the way that senate guy is talking about it is historically crazy. and bombing an industrialized fascist nation with a modern army like nazi germany is not remotely comparable to bombing a literal ghetto like gaza which can only fight using asymmetrical guerrilla warfare

[moncharrow]

☁︎ ⋆abby anderson + vocality⋆☁︎

a/n: drabble of two gfs obsessed with tongue fucking each other... need! n not proofread girl im tired and thats work. let me be grammatically incorrect and horny

if i'm being honest, i don't think abby is a very big moaner

if you're eating her out, i think she'd be holding your head in place. she'd watch as your eyes roll back and you thrust your tongue in and out, feeling every ounce of pleasure as she rides your face and seeks her own release. she pants like a dog and grips your hair tighter in her right hand, all but shoving your face into her pussy.

her breathing is shallow but heaving- deep- rumbling and reverberating through the room. every so often, when you suck on her clit just right, she'll buck her hips up into you and stutter out a "fuck." there's no high energy, just the purest expression of intimacy. she doesn't feel the need to perform for you, no guilt for not having pornstar moans. this is abby at her most vulnerable, and you would do anything to have her cum on your tongue once more. the way her eyebrows furrow and her lip curls when she finishes is mesmerizing.

she shakes as you fuck her through it and you grin, knowing that she's enjoying it the most when she's completely silent. her throat is shot, so when she lets out a "holy shit, babe," with that cute grin, she's got a slight vocal fry.

actually? i take it back

abby would moan. but only when she goes down on you. just seeing you writhe and try to pull away because you're going to cum too early is the most fucking erotic thing to her. she grins and moans into your pussy, and you can feel the vibrations as she moves her head up and down to devour you. to me? she chuckles n laughs at you (lovingly) while she's down there, endlessly entertained by your reactions.

she reaches up to tweak your nipples, wanting to get her hands on as much of your body as she can. her big hands roam from your thighs, rubbing up and down, then trail to your chest, and your waist, using your natural curves as handles to pull you down by.

abby can't stop herself from making noise as she listens to the wetness and squelching when her tongue flicks your clit, fingers pumping in and out at a nearly impossible pace. something about knowing she's the one making you react the way you are makes her clit throb painfully. she's the kind of girl to squeeze her legs together and grind into the mattress because she finds you that appealing. get her a pillow to hump while she eats you out. call that enrichment.

so yeah. abby anderson is a PANTER when receiving and a MOANER when giving. no criticism being taken actually, inbox is closed. (kidding :3 talk 2 me)

[genderqueerdykes]

I read your responsr to an afab person identifying as transfemme, and im wondering if the concept of "othering" trans-women has occurred to you.

If youre afab, and identify as femme, thats cisgender. To identify as transfemme is saying that trans women are not women. Trans women, by definition, are amab. So i am curious how one can feel this way while thinking it does absolutely no harm to your trans sisters

hello- your definition of "othering" is completely incorrect.

you are ignoring the existence of intersex transfemmes who were assigned afab at one point

you are ignoring the existence of intersex transfemmes of any agab, including amab and none

you are ignoring the existence of transfemmes of color who are misgendered due to features due to racism. women of color are constantly misgendered by white people because our features do not match those of white women

you are ignoring the existence afab people who were forcibly raised male

you are ignoring the broader spectrum of what transfemininity can encompass, therefore, you are the one othering transfemmes. you are the one who literally does not care about your trans sisters

trans man does not mean afab. trans woman does not mean amab. where did you get that information from, because it literally completely excludes the existence of intersex people. you're not a transfeminist by aggressively ignoring intersex people when a lot of the afab transfemme people who come here to talk about their actual real world lived experiences are in fact intersex. you are aggressively ignoring the truth

you're disrespecting me as well, which you don't seem to care about. i'm an intersex transfemme person. i'm someone who was born amab, forcibly changed to afab, forced on estrogen hrt, and then needed to transition my body back to masculine because of severe dysphoria, and also health issues due to low testosterone levels. i was constantly told my entire childhood that i could not be a girl or woman because of how masculine my face and body was. i developed a beard during puberty. misgendering was rampant during this time. then i came out as genderqueer and suddenly i wasn't allowed to be a man, either.

have you talked to a wide variety of transfemmes or do you stick to a specific archetype and bubble? you value strawmen and conjecture over people who have actually lived that life. you need to leave your echo chamber (and house) and talk to more transfemme, non binary, intersex people and people of color in general. take a second to listen to people when they speak. you're not the protagonist of life. your logic is shit.

[iovebarca]

hii, could you write something about the reader being fermins sister and is secretly dating gavi? they have these cute little secret meetups in her room but fermin then catches them and isn’t very pleased🫠 you can end the fic however you want:) (i hope for fluff tho lmao)

tyy!💞

Hidden Hearts - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: thank you for a 100 followers like thats crazyyy

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, not proofread

WC: 1350 ish

Summary: basically what the request says:))

The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow through your bedroom window, illuminating the soft, pastel colors of your room. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers from the bouquet Pablo brought you earlier. He sits across from you on the bed, his hand gently holding yours as you talk in hushed voices, the familiarity and comfort between you undeniable. Every secret meeting with him feels like stolen moments of pure happiness.

You're both aware of the risks involved, especially living with your brother Fermín, who is not only overprotective but also Pablo's close friend. The thought of him finding out about your relationship has always been daunting. Yet, in this moment, with Pablo's warm eyes gazing into yours, the world outside seems distant.

Pablo leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. Just as you're about to deepen the kiss, you hear the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. Panic sets in, but there's no time to react. Fermín's voice calls out, "Y/N, are you home?"

Before you can even think of an excuse, the door to your bedroom swings open. Fermín stands there, his expression shifting from confusion to shock and then to anger as he takes in the scene before him. "What the hell is going on here?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

"Pablo, get out," Fermín says, his tone brooking no argument.

Pablo looks at you, worry etched on his face, but he nods and reluctantly leaves the room. The silence that follows is heavy and uncomfortable. Fermín turns to you, his eyes flashing with hurt and betrayal. "How long has this been going on?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Fermín, I can explain—"

"How long?" he repeats, more forcefully this time.

"Six months," you admit, tears welling up in your eyes. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Too late for that," he says coldly before turning and leaving the room.

The next few days are unbearable. Fermín barely speaks to you, and you know from Pablo that he's ignoring him at training too. The weight of the silence in the apartment feels crushing. You hate seeing your brother this way, but you also can't bear the thought of losing Pablo.

One afternoon, as Fermín heads out for training, you see him talking to Pedri. They stand by the door for a moment, and you can tell by the way Pedri glances your way that Fermín is telling him about you and Pablo. A little while later, you receive a text from Pablo saying that Fermín has been distant and cold during training, avoiding him completely.

The following evening, you’re sitting alone in the living room, the silence around you pressing in. You can't take it anymore. You grab your phone and text Pablo, asking him to meet you at the park. The same park where you shared countless secret moments.

When you arrive, Pablo is already there, sitting on the bench where you first confessed your feelings for each other. He looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with concern. "How are you holding up?" he asks softly.

"Horrible honestly," you admit, sitting down beside him. "I hate seeing Fermín like this. I hate that he's hurt."

Pablo wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. "We'll get through this," he says firmly. "We just need to give him time."

As the days pass, the tension between you, Fermín, and Pablo remains palpable. You try to go about your daily routine, but everything feels off. The laughter and easy conversation that once filled the apartment have been replaced by awkward silences and curt exchanges. One evening, you find Fermín in the kitchen, staring out the window. Gathering your courage, you approach him.

"Fermín, can we talk?" you ask quietly.

He turns to you, his expression guarded. "About what?"

"About everything," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I hate this. I hate that you're upset and that you're hurt. But I love Pablo, and I need you to understand that."

Fermín sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's not just about you loving him. It's about trust. You and Pablo kept this from me. That hurts."

"I know," you say, tears welling up in your eyes. "And I'm sorry. We were scared of how you'd react. We didn't want to lose you."

He looks at you for a long moment before nodding slowly. "I get it. But it's going to take time for me to get over this."

Meanwhile, at training, Pedri watches Fermín closely. He sees the way Fermín avoids Pablo, the way his shoulders tense up whenever Pablo is nearby. During a break, Pedri approaches Fermín.

"Hey, what's going on with you lately? You've been off," Pedri says, his tone gentle but firm.

Fermín sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's Pablo and Y/N. They're dating. And they kept it from me."

Pedri nods thoughtfully. "I get that you're upset, man, but have you thought about why they might have kept it a secret? Maybe they were scared of exactly this reaction."

"They should have trusted me," Fermín mutters.

"True, but love makes people do crazy things," Pedri replies. "Do you really think Pablo would ever hurt her? And you know your sister better than anyone. If she's with Pablo, it's because she loves him. Maybe you should talk to them, understand their side."

Fermín looks down, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to something softer. "I don't know, Pedri. It's just... hard."

"I know it is," Pedri says gently. "But pushing them away isn't going to help. You're all friends, and family. Don't let this break that."

That evening, Fermín comes home and hesitates outside your door before finally knocking. "Can we talk?" he asks, his voice much softer than before.

You nod, motioning for him to sit. He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry for how I reacted. I just... I was hurt. But I realize now that I didn't give you a chance to explain."

You take his hand, squeezing it gently. "I never wanted to hurt you, Fermín. I love Pablo, but I love you too. You're my brother, and that will never change."

Fermín nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I just want you to be happy. Both of you."

Later that night, Pablo joins you and Fermín in the living room. The atmosphere is tense at first, but as the evening progresses, it starts to feel like old times. By the end of the night, Fermín pulls you both into a hug. "Let's not keep secrets anymore, okay?"

"Agreed," you and Pablo say in unison, relief flooding through you.

As the three of you sit together, laughter filling the room, Fermín suddenly turns to Pablo, his expression serious. "But Pablo, remember this: if you ever break her heart, I will break you. Understood?"

Pablo nods earnestly, "Understood. I promise I'll never hurt her."

Fermín's stern face softens into a smile. "Good. Now, let's order some pizza and enjoy the rest of the night."

In the days that follow, things slowly return to normal. Fermín starts to thaw towards Pablo during training, and the playful banter between them begins to reemerge. One afternoon, after a particularly grueling session, Fermín claps Pablo on the back.

"Good job today," he says, a genuine smile on his face.

Pablo grins, relief washing over him. "Thanks, man. Means a lot."

Back at the apartment, you and Fermín find yourselves talking more, sharing stories and laughing like you used to. One evening, as you're all sitting together, Pedri joins you, and the four of you share a meal, the camaraderie and bond stronger than ever.

As the night draws to a close, you look around at your brother, your boyfriend, and your friend, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges and the initial hurt, love and understanding have prevailed.