#they're a beauty blogger

[izzymrdb]

My favourite thing is when someone who is very much not a mutual and you wouldn't actually recognise their url begins to randomly reblog plenty of things that aren't their regular NPC pop-up but you truly don't care enough to block the tags or unfollow them cuz you’re sure this won't last more than a week but until then you will just have to deal with your dash being a solid 73% warrior cats slash

[poolboyservice]

"terfs like trans men!" "trans men don't have to worry about terfs!"

Oh I'm sorry wasn't there a big thing throughout 2020-2022 where everyone was all like "little girls are mutilating their bodies!", "what happened to our lesbians!?", "scared women are pretending to be men.", and so on? Wasn't there a literal book that talked about trans men, talking about them as if they were innocent girls who were lied to and thus were destroying themselves because of it, saying how we needed to 'save them from the hypnotization!"? Weren't there numerous bloggers/youtubers who made commentary videos in reaction to Elliot Page coming out, and proceeded to rant and rave how we are losing such beautiful women and lesbians to the "transgender agena"? What about the time where it was trending to fakeclaim trans people, whom most of the targets of this were trans men? How about when people called trans men 'dykes' because "well they're not actual men, they're just confused lesbians!"?

Do I need to add more, or do you guys understand?

[please1mistress]

Warning hypnotic covert language and flashing art that may induce a hypnotic trance without you being aware of it

Ah, the elusive blogger emerges from the digital depths, armed with a fresh spark of inspiration! It's like spotting a rare creature in the wild, one that usually prefers the quiet comfort of scrolling through the endless forest of images. But beware, dear readers, for when the inspiration strikes, a flurry of original content is sure to follow, raining down upon your feeds like a delightful storm of creativity. So keep your eyes peeled and your 'like' buttons ready, because when this blogger gets inspired, it's nothing short of a content extravaganza!

While scrolling this time it struck me that hypnosis isn't really sleep. It's a state of focused attention, heightened suggestibility, and vivid fantasies. People in hypnosis can seem zoned out or in a trance, but they're not asleep. They're actually in a state of deep relaxation and their brain activity reflects this, showing a receptiveness to new ideas and suggestions. This is why hypnosis can be so effective since it taps into the power of the subconscious mind to effect positive change. While it's often used as a therapeutic tool to improve sleep quality, it doesn't induce sleep itself; rather, it helps to prepare the mind and body for restful slumber.

you could be in a light trance as you read this because as you read this your mind is so focused on my words, that it's easy to let yourself relax into the things I say. The concept of a light trance is quite fascinating, often associated with a state of focused attention or absorption in an activity. It's similar to the experience of losing oneself in a good book or being engrossed in a hobby, where the world fades away and one's concentration is honed to a fine point. This state of mind can be beneficial for various mental processes, enhancing creativity, problem-solving abilities, and learning efficiency. It's a natural and safe phenomenon that many people experience regularly without even realizing it.

The beauty of reading lies in the magical dance of words, where one leads seamlessly to another, crafting a tapestry of meaning and imagination. As you read, each word acts as a stepping stone, guiding you through a river of narrative and knowledge. It's a journey that begins with a single word, unfolding into sentences, paragraphs, and chapters, each one building upon the last. making you anticipate what will come next, it heightens your focus, so it's easy for your mind to just relax into the things I am saying. Soon you are so focused that your mind isn't thinking of anything but my words. wanting to focus deeper on where I will guide you.

like being the subject of a hypnotist, you follow and feel your mind surrender to the words. The power of words is truly mesmerizing, isn't it? yes, it is, and you find that you felt the yes in your mind as you read my question, because you are now in a light trance, noticing your breathing has slowed and your focus is now fixated on my words, and the way my words are echoing in your mind. You want to be told what to do, how to think, you want to become more submissive and allow yourself not to think, don't you?

YES

[boyfiejay]

I love my girlfriend

PAIRING : Enhypen hyung line x female Youtuber! Reader

GENRE : fluff, bullet point

Warning : curse words, me rizzing up the reader😔

Word Count : 0.9k overall

Author's Note : this was long overdue☝🏻

Heeseung ☆

you're one of those underrated artists, that are underrated due to one sole reason

it's better to gatekeep a talented artist

yk the way some fans get sad that their favourites are now on everyone's fyp

yeah your fandom in a nutshell

they also thirst over you non stop

I mean you are stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting

just date me pookie

you used to be a youtuber before the music career fyi

imagine your fans' dilemma (dimension?) when you say out of nowhere that you have a bf

‘guys, my boyfriend sent me this :D’

and it's a silly picture of two cats or smtg

like your fans are fighting a fucking war on twt

and you are like cuddling with hee, listening to unreleased songs

you have no clue of what's going on

meanwhile heeseung…

he's ready to fight the war

posts a picture of you kissing his cheek on your insta story

he makes sure that only 1/4th of his face is visible

to keep his identity anonymous yk

…

your fans find his acc in 15 mins

he panics definitely 😭

tells you his innuendo after you wake up

and you're just like

‘yeah ok, sure’

WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL??

your boyfriend is getting deep fried on twt and you're like ‘el oh el’

dw your fans mean no harm

after a while they're like

‘they're cute tgt ig 😒’

Jay ☆

you're like a cooking channel

STAY W ME IK IT SOUNDS BASIC

you're like a blogger who blew up one day

because you're just soso pretty😻

alright anyways, your channel is focused around learning to cook

it's so chaotic sometimes

bcz you don't know shit about cooking

sorry if you do, let's pretend you don't >.<!!

you have almost killed yourself a dozen times

at some point people are like

‘??? how is she alive’

all thanks to your almost professional chef boyfriend

but no one has to know that ;)

anyways on like a milestone or something, you decide to cook blindfolded

bae you can barely cook with eyes open

your followers are concerned bro

like their blood pressure is rising by the minute

and like a holy light in the midst of the darkness

Jay stepped in, to save you from killing yourself fr this time

Your fans are seriously jumping around, squealing bcz he's just so soft and gentle to you :(((

but then they snap out and pretend to be angry

and you're like ‘meet my boyfie :3’

jk your fans love you two

like almost obsessed

also they're always sliding in Jay's dms

like I get it mans fine af but he's also taken

and also absolutely whipped for you 🤭

it's your world and we're just living in it…

Jake ☆

you are a gamer/streamer

your whole fan base is delusional

like so delusional, there are like hundreds and thousands of accounts claiming to be your bf/gf

but the iconic one ‘ynsboyfie’ is everywhere

like that acc is the most iconic thing in your lore

they are always there, no news of yours goes past them

always donating in your streams

and one day…

you forget to log in your priv acc

so your official acc has the comment

‘babe, you're so sweet ☹️🩷’

replying to ‘YNSBOYFIE’

???

oh your fans are livid

jokingly ofc

or maybe not

everyone on twt is like

‘who is this bitch???’

everyone hoping for his downfall

then you drop his pic

THE SWITCH UP IS INSANE

‘oh, oh, he's fiiine😏’

like I can't blame them, that's jake

but still they're supposed to be your fans

fucking snitches

my bae, pookum shmookum I would never

your fans love him

but also bully him calling him a lewser

hes so down bad he had a fan page for you

i dont blame him, i too would fangirl over you 😼

Sunghoon ☆

you're like a fitness channel

like those ones that have insane challenges

and your famous in people who have no interest in working out too

your face reveal went so viral, almost every single person knew your face

also your workouts (even tho deadly) always work so fast

people are in love with your figure and just you in general

you also upload mini vlogs once in a while

in these vlogs people noticed someone always being around you and in the back of the frame

at first they were like

‘obsessed fan😨’

but then they saw you laughing along with him in another clip

from the small clips, people couldn't see his face (bcz it's blurred) but omg the figure

the biceps, the buff and tall guy immediately steals everyone hearts

it's obvious from the clips that you're close with him

so naturally you are asked who he is and you just laugh

???

people are losing their minds woman

and you're just like ‘hehe’

they continue seeing him in your vlogs and in one clip you could see him putting his hands on your waist while you squat

you have no reaction to that

but twt…

he's getting dragged even though half of the people have no clue what's going on

you decide to take matter in your hands

and post this

with the caption ‘he's my boyfriend everyone :3’

the internet breaks

Sunghoon doesn't do his face reveal for a long time js bcz he doesn't feel like it yk

but when he does

good lord…

your fans love him

they also love how he glares at people who look at you the wrong way

you never notice that for some reason

[writingquestionsanswered]

hiya! for writers who are complete beginners, kinda sorta maybe write at a high school level, can't describe to save their lives, have overall bad flow (as in they can't decide what little moments scenes to think up and even write, if they do, they're no good), have been told countless times to write daily and just read more but that doesn't cover the basics or foundations of creative writing, not like they can learn from a book bc they're a hands on learner anyway and p.s they're super broke so can't afford writing classes and no library near them offers free ones ---- aka me :( --- do you have any advice? lol i feel kinda doomed and that maybe writing isn't for me, but I don't wanna get my hopes down!! with the right tools, it's possible.

Free Resources for Learning How to Write

I want to start with addressing why you've been told so often "to write daily and read more" as a way to learn how to write. It's very difficult to learn and excel at a craft if you have no experience with said craft. You can read all the information in the world about how to forge a sword, but that doesn't mean you'll be able to pick up a hunk of metal and be able to forge a beautiful sword. You need to spend a lot of time watching other people forge swords, and spend a lot of time actually practicing each step yourself if you want to get good at it. Writing works the same way. Reading lets you experience what fiction should be, writing lets you practice each step for yourself.

Fortunately, there are lots of ways to read fiction for free. You can borrow books from friends, family members, and members of your community. You can check out books and e-books from your local library if you have one. You can look for Little Free Libraries in your neighborhood. There's also a lot of legally free fiction available online. Project Gutenberg, Planet E-Book, Bartleby, Literature.org, Classic Literature, Classic Short Stories, Wattpad, Archive of Our Own, Library of Short Stories, Levar Burton Reads, and sites like Kobo, Amazon, and Audible often offer freebies of both e-books and audio books.

Other free ways to learn how to write:

1 - Follow bloggers and vloggers and authors on social media who talk about the craft of writing. Some of my favorites are: Joanna Penn/The Creative Penn, K.M. Weiland, Liselle Sambury, Abbie Emmons, Hannah Lee Kidder, Brittany Wang, Alyssa Matesic, Bethany Atazadah, Lindsay Puckett, Alexa Donne, Shaelin Writes, Ellen Brock, The Writing Gals, and Sincerely, Vee.

2 - Follow writing craft blogs here on tumblr: (some suggestions) @writingwithcolor, @howtofightwrite, @heywriters, @cripplecharacters, @lgbtqwriting, @fixyourwritinghabits, @wordsnstuff, @yourbookcouldbegayer, @lizard-is-writing

3 - Watch writing craft videos on YouTube: If there's something specific you want to learn about, say, "how to structure a scene," type it into YouTube and many different videos will pop up that walk you through how to structure a scene. Just look for one that strikes you as appealing!

4 - Look for free writing resources online: many authors (especially indie authors and writing gurus/coaches like Joanna Penn, K.M. Weiland, Bethany Atazadeh, Brittany Wang, and Abbie Emmons) offer free writing resources on their web sites or by signing up for their newsletters. Often you'll see writers participating in free online writing summits/workshops which you can sign up for and either watch the videos live or via video playback that is offered for a short period of time (like 24 hours.)

5 - Do a Google Search: believe it or not, there's not a single thing you could want to learn about writing that you can't find for free on Google. If you want to learn how to improve your grammar, go to Google, type in "tips for improving grammar" and you will get a million articles that will tell you how to do just that. Want to learn how to improve your story's flow? Google "how to improve story flow" and you'll have your answer. You can even search for free worksheets, guides, and workbooks on just about anything you want. "Free character development worksheet" brought back a ton of nice looking free worksheets. "Free worldbuilding workbook" brought up several free workbooks and worksheets to help you with worldbuilding. Everything you could want to know is out there.

And, bonus: you can always read through the posts in my WQA master list to get help with a wide variety of craft and writer-related issues.

Happy learning! ♥

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[manda-kat]

I watch a lot of travel videos and one thing I've noticed is that there are a lot of disclaimers put on historical American locations that almost never appear on videos for other places.

Like, a video about Jamestown, or Williamsburg or any American history museum/attraction always has a speil at the beginning about the atrocities done during that time specifically by the American people who lived there. But there never seem to be any disclaimers for videos about Middle Eastern historical sites. Or Chinese sites. Korean, Japanese, Indian, Mexican, Polynesian, South American- sometimes European cultures get these, but often times even if past atrocities are mentioned, they're usually in passing and never as a big disclaimer at the start of the video, begging the viewers not to see the innocent blogger as a secret bigot.

American history is rich and beautiful. We have a lot of depth, innovation and countless brilliant souls in our past. So do all countries! But somehow when we have the same evils haunting our past as every other people group, we (and England) are blamed for it in its entirety.

We should never ignore the negative parts of our past, but it should be assumed by everyone involved that if you're watching a video where someone visits a historical park, the historical people who once lived there were probably up to shady stuff. Just like all people have done thoughought all history and are still doing today.

American's (or white Americans specifically) aren't a special brand of evil that you have to apologize for visiting the cultural sites of.

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 7 - Overstimulation: Askin Nakk Le Vaar x Female Reader

Requested by @dopepoisonivyoncrack

Summary: Food critic, blogger and author extrodinaire, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, craves his one true, favourite meal at his one true favourite restaurant. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the same. The mystery chef, with no mentions of who they are, where they come from and where they're currently working, are unknown. How hard is it to find a good meal?

TW: MDNI! Modern AU, food talk, culinary terms, oral sex (fem receiving), phone exhibitionism, penetrative sex (fem receiving).

Word count: 3773

Read on AO3 here.

Food critic, blogger and author extraordinaire Askin Nakk Le Vaar was upset.

His favourite restaurant, R&D. His hidden gem of hidden gems, the one place he gatekept away from the public, disappointed him. He spat out the offensive food into his napkin, “what the hell is this?” He asked, shoving bits of the dish around on his plate, trying to discern what was the offending ingredient.

It physically looked the same as before, but something was different. Completely different. His favourite meal tasted nothing like before. It was bitter, left an uncomfortable film on his tongue, and the texture was off.

His server came by, concern evident on their face, “sir, is there anything wrong with your meal?”

Askin scoffed, “this dish,” he pointed to his plate, “what happened to it? This was the best thing you had on the menu.”

The server looked at him anxiously, “I’m not sure I understand, sir. It’s the same as it’s always been.”

Askin narrowed his eyes, “no. It’s clearly different.”

The server looked around quickly, trying to get the attention of a colleague, unsure if Askin would get angry over the meal. “I can take this back to the kitchen if you want, sir.” The server said, before Askin put his hand in front of the plate to stop them.

“Hey, let me take it from here.” Another server approached. Askin recognized this server, they had been here for as long as Askin visited the restaurant. The new server ushered away Askin’s previous waitstaff.

“Hello sir, what may be the problem?” The new server inquired, both recognizing each other.

“There’s something off with this dish.”

“You’re the first one who noticed, sir! The recipe has changed a bit.” The server smiled.

“Well it’s not very good. You ruined a perfectly fine dish.” Askin said, exasperated, running his fingers through his hair.

The server kept smiling, but this time it looked tight and restrained, “yes, well that is partly due to new management. Our previous chef has left.”

Askin raised an eyebrow and looked at the server with curiosity, “was this chef the one working when I’ve visited before?”

“Most likely yes.” The server said, bowing their head.

“What’s the chef’s name?” Askin asked.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m not at liberty to disclose that.” The server said apologetically.

Askin sighed, “where are they now?” he inquired, pulling out his phone.

“I heard rumours they’re now the Sous Chef at Enigma.” The server said, “but I can’t verify that. They left R&D on shaky terms with the owner.”

Askin narrowed his eyes, Enigma. He didn’t particularly care for the restaurant, but he hadn’t been in a year or so. Maybe it’s time for another visit he thought to himself. “Don’t worry about the dish. I’ll pay for my meal.” Askin explained as the server left to fetch his bill.

A part of Askin wondered why he didn’t use his connections in the culinary world to find out who this Mystery Chef was and where they went, but Askin also knew that there was a thrill to solving a puzzle.

Before entering the Enigma, He took a step back from the entrance and framed the restaurant between his two hands into a rectangular shape. His last visit here was beautiful, but the taste was unremarkable. Askin hated it – what’s the point of style if there was no substance?

He did use his connections though to secure him a reservation, allowing him entry in the highly coveted restaurant. The tasting menu was fairly standard he thought, but he saw a fusion dish of incorporating mussels and pear kimchi that intrigued him… and then the same dish he wanted before at R&D.

Askin was partly in disbelief, but he knew it was better to taste it than to get his hopes up.

And then the meals came and went, each dish presented beautifully and paired with the wine of choice. In between meals, Askin would take out his phone and note down anything and everything about his experience. Then the dish he was looking forward to, was served.

Enigma provided a smaller portion than the other restaurant, yet the presentation was similar. Askin cut a small piece, making sure his bite had a bit of everything as it should be he thought. Once it was in his mouth, his face dropped.

Askin begrudgingly swallowed it. The taste was still not the same as before. He finished the plate and downed the wine, trying to forget it. A server came by to clear his table as the next dishes were served.

Plate after plate, wine after wine, Askin wanted to leave. Once his bill was brought to him, he asked his server, “the Sous Chef here, did they work at R&D before?”

The server gave a surprised look but shook their head. “Not anymore.” They explained, “we did have a Sous Chef who came from there, but they’ve left now.”

Askin knew better than to ask for Mystery Chef’s name again, instead he asked, “do you know which restaurant they’re working at now?”

“I’m not quite sure, sir. I started working here just after they left.” The server responded sheepishly. “That’s too bad.” Askin sighed, slumping in his seat, “they know they’re way around food,” Askin said aloud, ignoring the server as he paid for his bill.

Askin paced in his home as his notes on R&D and Engima were posted side-by-side on his computer, along with photos he had taken during his visits.

R&D was owned by the Kurotsuchi Company, who he wanted minimal interaction with they’re too much of a hassle to get through. He surmised. R&D was such a hidden gem because it looked so inconspicuous, almost as if it were being run in a derelict kitchen. It didn’t help that the maître d’hôtel, Nemu Kurotsuchi, the owner’s daughter, was expressionless and taciturn to customers. Rumours circled that she had poured cold water over an allegedly hysterical customer, and the owner, her father, had yelled at both the customer and Nemu. The sommelier on the other hand, Akon, was a true expert in the field. Yet was often faced dealing with the public if Nemu’s cold attitude was too much for customers. While Askin was not friendly with the executive staff of R&D, Akon was someone he didn’t mind speaking with, but he sensed that he would get nowhere with them.

Enigma on the other hand, was owned by chemist-turned-restauranteur Urahara Kisuke… who was also someone Askin wanted to avoid.  

But Askin’s search was leading him nowhere. He scoured articles, reviews and social media posts to find anything on Mystery Chef, but to no avail. They appeared, then disappeared. No name, no next restaurant, just gone.

Askin let out a sigh, he was going around in circles. He decided to go for a walk to clear his head, where out of habit, he walked to his favourite café. Out of all the cafés in the city, Askin preferred this shop’s technique on making café au lait. He found himself a seat and sat down, savouring each sip of his drink.

“C’mon, please!” Askin’s ears twitched, he knew that voice.

“No… I think I need break, Urahara-san.” An unfamiliar voice said softly.

“Well, after your break. Why don’t you come back?” Askin turned his head to see Urahara Kisuke, talking to a woman he didn’t recognize. She was stylish, put-together, yet looked exhausted. Her exasperated look told him everything he needed to know about this conversation.

“You’re the best Sous Chef I’ve had! I’ll increase your salary. Anything, you name it!” Kisuke pleaded.

Sous Chef?

Was she Mystery Chef?

Askin stood up and walked over to the table. Kisuke noticed him immediately and narrowed his eyes. Askin saw Kisuke immediately stare at him, before quickly glancing at Mystery Chef. His face gave nothing away, but Askin already felt that a plan was concocting in his mind, but Askin pushed that aside. He wanted to know more about her.

“Mr. Nakk Le Vaar! What do we owe the pleasure to?” Kisuke smiled, his grey eyes sharp as he pulled a seat out for Askin.

The woman stared at Askin, recognition and awe evident in her face as she stood up to shake his hand and introduce herself. “It’s an honour to meet you! I love reading your reviews.” Mystery Chef said enthusiastically.

“You know him?” Kisuke asked, raising an eyebrow.

You looked at him, shocked at what he just said, “of course I know who he is! Anyone who’s anyone in this business knows who he is.”

Askin chuckled, as he humbly accepted your praise. Yet internally he was a bit smug, you knew who he was. He reeled in this information as you explained to Kisuke how Askin’s reviews have brought acclaim to their city.

Askin watched as you converse, noticing every detail about you, from your shapely figure to your well-manicured nails that were short, yet shaped and painted. It was a cold autumn day, and he noticed the wool coat draped over your chair, to the luxurious cashmere sweater you wore, tailored pants and loafers. Your jewelry was minimal, but tastefully chosen.

Style and substance Askin thought to himself, not paying attention to what was being said between you and Kisuke.

“Going back to my earlier question –“ Kisuke began.

“Were you the Sous Chef at R&D?” Askin interrupted, rudely. You looked at him in surprise for cutting of Kisuke so quickly, as Kisuke’s demeanour changed. He coldly stared at Askin, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

You gave him a half smile, “yes, I was.”

“I don’t say this often, and I don’t take it lightly, but you seriously are a talented chef.” Askin said, honestly. He stared at you intensely, his lavender eyes were warm, yet sharp. It took you by surprise, yet he continued “that dish of yours… you know the one. The one you brought to Enigma that you were serving at R&D…”

“Yes? What about it?” You asked.

“That was easily the best dish I have ever had in my life. You elevated R&D’s menu with it. I went there recently, and they told me you left for Enigma.” Askin explained, “and so I went there when I saw it on their menu, but it wasn’t the same as before. Then I heard you left there too.”

You avoided his gaze and looked down at your lap, now you were facing two people who were too nosy for their own good.

“I’m not sure what Mr. Urahara is asking for you to do,” Askin began to explain, “but I will pay you whatever you want, get the ingredients you need, if I can have that dish again.”

You and Kisuke stared at him in shock, “what?!” You asked, disbelievingly. “You can’t be serious!” You admonished him, but Askin was unwavering in his eyes. He was serious.

“You can use Enigma’s kitchens!” Kisuke interjected, a bit too enthusiastic for Askin’s liking.

“No.” You and Askin said simultaneously.

“Well the option is there if you change your mind.” He teased, Askin rolling his eyes while you gave him a pointed glare, he’s so annoying you thought.

You placed enough cash with tip on the table then grabbed Askin’s hand, pulling him away. The two men were shocked at the suddenness of you leaving, “Hey!” Askin said, trying to pull away.

“I’m taking you up on your offer! Let’s go!” You said. “And I’m tired of hearing Kisuke talk. He’s getting on my nerves.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Askin chuckled, letting you lead the way. Kisuke gave a wry laugh as he left the café as well, watching the two of you disappear in the crowd outside.

Your home suited you. Askin took stock of your décor, your furnishings and everything in between. Your kitchen was immaculate, with spices and seasonings neatly labelled. He sipped the glass of water you offered him as he watched you cook. Your hair was up and away from your face, as you wore a simple, navy apron as you moved throughout your kitchen.

You had also asked him if he could try two other recipes you were experimenting with, to which he agreed to, trying to hide his eagerness.

He was mesmerized, watching you sauté, flambé, and plate every dish.

“Honestly my friends and family told me it was great, but it’s not every day I get an actual food critic to test out my cooking.” Giving him a warm smile.

God, he thought to himself, taking note of how beautiful your smile was.

The first dish was a nduja and cabbage soup, then followed by Caesar steamed artichokes. The aromas filled the kitchen, as Askin watched you prep every ingredient, taking note of your knife skills, the way you handled each utensil and confidence over the stove. You tasted along, offering a bit for Askin to sample. Each morsel triggering a sense of excitement in Askin. He was eager, willing and wanted more of what you offered.

His enthusiasm rubbed off on you, as you were happy to feed him everything. He praised you each time he tried something, and offered suggestions on what dish needed more or less of whatever ingredient, but you saw in his eyes, Askin was enjoying himself.

And then what he came for. The dish that had haunted him for weeks. Barbacoa-style short ribs, and you had plated it on a bed of creamy mashed potatoes. Askin was hesitant at first, taking a step back to frame the dish in his view using his fingers, forming a triangle shape. You were amused by the scene, “please, eat it! I owe you this.” You laughed as he stared at the plate in front of him.

It was the plated the same way he was familiar with, as if he was being served this at R&D. You watched him slowly cut a piece of meat, scooping a bit of mashed potatoes. Once Askin was satisfied with what was on his fork, he put it into his mouth. His eyes widened as familiar tastes and sensations filled his mouth once again.

He dug into the meal, feeling as though he was ravenous. His brain couldn’t compute with what he was tasting. He was overwhelmed. His eyes were darting around from his plate, to you, to your home. You had unlocked something in his brain that very few meals had been able to do.

“This,” Askin said, before taking another piece and swallowing it, “is one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”

You blushed deeply, knowing that he didn’t praise freely. “Thank you, it means a lot coming from you.”

“Don’t just take it from me. You have a gift, you know.” Askin explained, “you know what ingredient goes with what, but you’re not afraid to experiment.” You laughed in embarrassment, but he continued on, “And not only that, but the meals also look exquisite. You have a real eye for plating.” Your blush deepened. “So why the break?” Askin asked, crossing his arms as he stared at you, his tone serious, his lavender eyes piercing into your soul.

It startled you, but you felt that you could trust him.

“I just…” you murmured, unable to look at him, “I didn’t know what I was doing all of this for.” You admitted, “but hearing you say these things, watching you enjoy your food…”

A light blush appeared on Askin’s face at that comment, but you didn’t notice and continued on, “I think I just miss seeing people happy eating my food. Even though I was the Sous Chef at Enigma, and one of the chef de partie at R&D, sometimes it felt like people weren’t there to eat, and we weren’t serving food, just something to post on social media and call it a day.”

Askin nodded, “a meal is an experience,” he said, agreeing to what you were saying.

“Yes, exactly!” You exclaimed, “and I know how important atmosphere is to a fine dining restaurant, but the food should be an experience too. But it started to feel gimmicky.” You admitted, eyes lowered, ashamed of what you had revealed.

Askin hummed, stepping closer to you. He cupped your cheek in his hand, gently forcing you to look at him.

“Take a break, you deserve it.” Askin said, his voice measured and even, “but the culinary world would be at a loss losing someone like you. You deserve to share your gift with who you want to.” He said earnestly.

“Thank you,” you smiled, holding his hand to your face. Your eyes were pricking with tears threatening to fall, but you steeled yourself. “It really does mean a lot to me hearing you say that you know.”

“You need to be confident in your work again.” Askin said, as one tear rolled down your face, rubbing it away with his thumb. “Do you know how it feels when I ate something you made?” He whispered, his face inches away from yours.

“No…” resolving yourself to be more confident, you looked deep into his eyes.

Askin pressed his lips softly against yours, shocking you. As soon as you felt him about to kiss you deeper, he pulled away.

“Like this,” he murmured, before kissing you again, deeper than before.

His kisses became intense, and soon he began kissing his way down your neck, forcing you to gasp as you felt one hand work its way under your sweater, squeezing your breast.

“Wait,” you said softly, forcing Askin to stop. But before he could ask, you pulled your sweater over your head, your camisole falling after it. You tugged your pants down, kicking them away, leaving you in your undergarments.

Askin clicked his tongue in appreciation, stepping back and forming a rectangular frame of you with his fingers. He admired the matching set you wore, the lingerie suiting you perfectly he thought to himself.

“You’re wearing too much too, Askin.” You teased, coming closer to him.

“If the chef insists…” Askin joked, removing his clothes. You were surprised by how trim and lean he was, given his career, as you roamed your hands over his chest, but he pulled your hands away.

“Hey, I’m not done yet. You still don’t know how it feels.” Askin murmured, pushing you against the wall. He continued kissing you down, your breasts spilling out of your bra as he pinched your nipples. He travelled further down, before he was face-to-face with your lace covered pussy.

You pulled your underwear down, leaving your cunt bare for him. Askin spread your pussy lips and immediately latched on to your clit, earning a deep moan from you.

His pace was unforgiving as he alternated between firm sucks, to gentle nips, follow by one finger slipping inside you, then another. The unpredictable rhythm causing you to yelp, moan and scream his name as you threaded your hand into his hair, forcing his face closer to your weeping pussy.

Then your phone rang loudly in your pants pocket, a mere inches away from Askin. He pulled away from you, giving you a grin while your juices covered his lips and chin. He fished for your phone and handed it to, his grin deepened, as he clicked “answer.”

Your eyes bulge as you realized it was Kisuke on the line, but before you could push Askin off of you, he went back to your clit, forcing you to stifle your cries of pleasure.

“H-h-hello” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice even.

“Are you busy right now? I want to ask you one more time.” Kisuke said, going straight to the point.

“Y-ye” you stammered, before earning a harsh nip in your thigh from Askin, as he pulled away from you, his mouth so close to your clit.

“No, I’m free right now!” You yelped, giving Askin a pleading look. Askin smirked and gave your clit a soft lick in appreciation, then pushed his fingers back inside, his pace unrelenting.

“Will you come back as our Sous Chef?” Kisuke asked, his voice unusually stern.

Askin immediately buried his face in your pussy, his fingers stretching your wet hole, your clit throbbing from the ministrations from his mouth. You were so close, you thought you saw stars as Askin continued on, your legs trembling on his shoulders.

“Yes!” You shrieked, as Askin sucked harshly on your clit, the slick sound of your juices covering his fingers as he continued to pump his fingers in you.

“That’s great! I’ll email you the details later.” Kisuke’s voice laden with glee. “Great doing business with you.” And before you could say anything else, he hung up.

You threw your phone on to the ground, staring down at Askin. His face still firmly planted in between your thighs, as he continued eating you out. Your body rode out orgasm after orgasm, Askin’s pace never faltering.

You screamed his name, as you squirted all over him. “Atta girl, that’s what I mean” Askin said smugly, as he pulled himself up. Your legs were shaking and your body sensitive from the orgasms he ripped from you. But before you could catch yourself, Askin hoisted your legs over his hips and slammed his cock inside, earning another moan from you.

“Too… much” you panted then moaned, as his cock brushed the sensitive spot inside your pussy. You were seeing stars at this point, eyes rolling. Askin smiled to himself as he bounced you on his cock, the obscene sound filling your otherwise beautiful home. Your pussy squeezed his cock as another orgasm approached, earning a hiss from Askin.

“Keep squeezing my cock like this,” Askin panted, slamming his hips into you, “and I’m not gonna last.”

But you were too far gone, not realizing your hips were matching with his thrusts, as you whimpered, moaned and quivered around him. Askin closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitted in frustration as he felt his own orgasm approaching. His thrusts became more erratic, before he pulled out of you, rubbing his cock, his cum spraying the inside of your thighs.

You closed your eyes, trying to regain your breath, “thank – “

“Who said we were done? We haven’t even gotten to the main course.” Askin teased, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You let out a moan in appreciation, before taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom. He pushed you on to your bed, forcing your legs apart before he settled on your sensitive clit once again.

Maybe a “meal” like this is just what you needed, you thought, as Askin savoured your pussy once again.

The title for this on AO3 is from Shihoko Hirata's "Heaven" (Norihiko Hibino remix). This was a challenge to write because even though I had this idea running in my head for a while, I didn't necessarily know where I wanted to go with this. Nonetheless, I'm really happy with how this turned out!

Fun fact, the restaurant names are Michelin restaurants in Toronto (but the city this fic takes place in isn't Toronto [unless you want it to be lol]).

Also the recipes Mystery Chef makes are:

Cabbage and nduja soup

Ceasar steamed artichokes

Barbacoa-style short ribs

Thanks for reading!!!

[spiderfreedom]

my suffering is profound and legitimate, yours is frivolous nonsense

Just reading a blogger I like but I had to laugh because she was talking about how beauty practices are bad for women's mental health, and she left a note saying "unlike gender affirming care! gender affirming care improves people's mental health and it's nothing at all like cosmetic practices."

TIL, when an older woman gets botox to remove her wrinkles and avoid facing the inevitability of decline and death, her problem is spiritual/structural and she needs to Do The Work to deprogram her ageism, unlike people with dysphoria, who of course have legitimate claims to cosmetic alteration.

And it is cosmetic - no part of the body that is altered by HRT or SRS or any of the feminization/masculinization surgeries is failing to function or functioning poorly. The problem is with the brain, which perceives the body parts as foreign or undesirable. We may sympathize with someone struggling with such a condition, but that does not change that the body parts being altered were already healthy and the alterations are cosmetic, and the relief being brought about is mental.

But plenty of trans people openly admit that separating body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria is a losing game. Contrapoints's video on "Beauty" (transcript) has the observation that she feels least dysphoric when she is meeting feminine beauty norms:

But I also think that trans people often talk like gender dysphoria is this intrinsic, personal experience that's always 100% valid and never has anything at all to do with the external pressure of beauty standards. But in fact, gender dysphoria is not sealed away in a vacuum away from the influence of societal ideals and norms.  [...] When I try to psychoanalyze myself, I find that my desires to look female, to look feminine, and to look beautiful are not exactly the same, but they're woven together so tightly that it's kind of difficult to untangle them. And the opposite is also true, that for me feeling mannish or dysphoric usually goes along with feeling ugly. I don't have a lot of days where I walk out the house thinking "well, I'm giving femme queen realness, but apart from that I look like absolute shit". 

Max Robinson's book "Detransition," from an FTM perspective, points out how the prospective trans man views his suffering as unique from and distinct from women's, even as the surgeries they seek are not especially different:

The stereotypical cosmetic surgery patient is seeking to become closer to being perfectly feminine - she wants to be beautiful. Transitional cosmetic surgery, on the other hand, is widely understood to mark the patient as ex-female and therefore unfemale; this is part of the meaning FTMs seek to create through surgery. FTM desire for cosmetic surgery is positioned as something totally different than the stereotype of a woman who 'merely' seeks beauty at her frivolous leisure. FTMs are deemed to have a rare affliction that needs urgent, life-saving treatment. Conversely, there is nothing more common than for a woman to become obsessed with her socially-deemed 'unsatisfactory' looks and desperately seek to change them, believing that such a change is the only thing that can restore her quality of life. This comparison will feel like an insult to the FTM. It will feel that way because we believe other women's suffering doesn't matter, and recognize how much ours does. Women's suffering is ordinary but ours is extraordinary. For us to matter, we must be differentiated from the silly little woman who wants to be pretty so badly she'll pay thousands of dollars (now billable to credit cards and loan programs designed to pay for elective surgeries!) to risk her life and health. These women don't need to be fixed; we do. FTMs know that we don't deserve a woman's fate but have not yet realized that no woman does.

I have more to write on the topic of the relationship between gender identity and beauty culture, but I'll end this one here. It makes sense that somebody who is identified with the opposite sex would also be affected by the standards of beauty expected of that sex. (Non-binary identification is more complicated and requires separate treatment.)

[befemininenow]

Legacy feminization blog: PrincessVikkiPNK (aka VikkiPNKcaptions)

Before I continue with this post, I want to clarify that while I still believe that Vikki will come back in one form or another, it's ultimately her decision at the end of the day. Rather than consider these legacy posts as a eulogy (they're also for people who are alive), I prefer to praise them through posting some of their captions. They can range from well-known to obscure. Hang tight because this is going to be a big post. As I mentioned before on my other legacy posts, these captions do not belong to me, but by the original blogger.

It's amazing how VikkiPNKcaptions went from being just another sissy caption blog to becoming a trans femme blog. From uploading sissy captions like these:

...to making more affirming captions like these:

I love the affirming captions she uploaded. Yet, my favorite captions from her were also the following:

She was very prolific with her captions and were always on point. In fact, there are so many captions that I loved from her, I wasn't able to save them all. There are others that I loved, but are now very difficult to retrieve without going through a lot of blog's archives. Unfortunately, I'm unable to go past the limit of images that Tumblr allows per post. Instead, the ones I uploaded from this post are ones that I felt were the most reasonable.

From exploring well into the sissy fantasy to becoming another blog creator speaking through the lens and feelings of a trans woman, VikkiPNK cemented her influence among the feminization caption fans and creators of today. May her posts and her name live on through reblogs, reposts, shares, and all of the above for time to come. Thank you VikkiPNK and I hope you stay safe.

Oh, and if you're wondering what was one of her first posts, here is one, dated July 23, 2022 by a reblog from gladtobeagirl:

One of her last caption posts was the one below, dated May 11, 2024 by a reblog from the-girly-boi:

It was also the last caption I liked from her before she was gone. A caption from the lovely trans girl Elena Genevinne persuading you to join the trans girl life. I love this caption so much, not just because of how beautiful Elena is, but because of the encouraging message to come out as trans.

To the reader of this post, if you haven't done so, and the circumstances aren't those that involve danger, it's time.

Your future is trans female. Join us.

[arealtrashact]

Hi! I know this message is a bit out of the blue, but I just want to say that I was very surprised to see that you followed me back! I don't know if you meant it or if it was a mistake, but either way, it doesn't matter because whenever I see you in my notifications I always go "omg, that's arealtrashact!!!" and it makes me a lil bit happy because you're one of my favourite artists here!

I've talked about how much I love your art in the tags before, but what really strikes me about your work is how you seem to have a very keen eye when it comes to your subjects, so when you translate your interpretations into illustrations they're always so meaningful and vivid; it's like they're bursting at the seams with the subject's essence. It always leaves me in awe. I've got to admit that I think a lot about your Elvis in the Army and Elvis in Las Vegas pieces. But I also adore all your other work of other musicians, Homelander and even things I'm not familiar with! I'm not an artist myself, so I feel like my vocabulary is falling short of what makes your art so great to me, but it's just *so* striking! And the way you use colour and the fluidity of your character's body and mannerisms are just superb.

Anyway, sorry for the lengthy message! All this to say that you're one of my favourite bloggers, and whether you're sharing your art or posting about the things you love, it's always a pleasure seeing you on my dashboard. You make this place brighter! Thanks, and I hope you have a wonderful day! 💕⚡️

Th........ank....y....youuuu

This is such a beautiful, sweet message. It's taken me twice as long to answer it because I keep scrolling back up to reread it. I never know how to respond to stuff like this beyond blubbering my thanks and it never ever feels like enough. It means so much to me. . . More than I can put into words.

My following you wasn't a mistake. I thought you seemed cool and clearly I was right. Thank you for taking the time to write out this lovely message. I'm treasuring it like a precious stone.

[dreamlifebunny]

it doesn't matter where you came from, what matters is that you're here now.

one thing that really bugs me about spiritual communities in general (reality shifting, law of assumption, non dualism, etc.) is that a lot of people shame others for not understanding things or for believing in things that are limiting when they first start out. i mean, i understand the frustration - anons can ask a thousand questions that could be answered if they read pinned posts, and we all just want everyone to abandon their limiting beliefs and just get it.

but the fact is that we were born in a society that teaches us that we are limited and that some things are impossible, from the time that we are small until we find these teachings, and we are slowly undoing them through exploration and self-inquiry. it's an overwhelming and tricky journey, filled with so many beautiful highs and a lot of devastating lows, and i feel like everyone deserves a whole lot of compassion when searching for answers. i know i needed love and compassion when i first started, because my ego was scared and sad and was searching for answers in order to feel loved and secure. being told i was dumb and having someone be frustrated with me for my questions was the last thing i needed to become self-actualized. i know that everyone is different, but this is just my experience, so i wanted to share it.

my beliefs are constantly evolving into what brings me more peace and understanding. in the beginning, i wouldn't have been able to believe that my assumptions create my reality (law of assumption) if i hadn't been introduced to the idea of reality shifting. i wouldn't have understood the fact that this life is just beautiful dream and that my true Self is the dreamer (non dualism) if i hadn't first been able to separate my "imagination" from my "real life" (3D and 4D from law of assumption). these were all stepping stones in my understanding of the greater ideas that i needed to get to, and i feel no shame in formerly having beliefs or practices that i don't identify with anymore. i don't believe that you should have shame, either, regardless of where you are at in your journey of self-discovery and creative power.

i get so sad when i see bloggers shaming others for not understanding things when all of this is so fucking difficult to grasp when one is first starting out. i mean, we come from societies that have beliefs as foolish and damaging as skin colour making you inferior, or that gender is binary and you can't express yourself the way you feel inside. with beliefs such as these, of course the beliefs of anything being possible and the fictional being real are going to sound impossible and profoundly false. in my personal opinion, the tough love approach has never helped me - compassion and patience has. i feel like so many people believe and understand that we are all one and have a great understanding of the truth of things, and yet go around and are rude to those seeking answers. it just feels so pathetic to me to see bullying of those seeking answers when they're literally just an extension of the answerer. anons are showing up with silly questions because bloggers expect them to have silly questions. and i realize that even this is hypocritical of me to say because i could just choose to see a spiritual community full of love and compassion instead of what i'm seeing, but i still wanted to share this while i unravel my own hypocrisy.

i feel like if you are wanting to be a teacher of others, you have to take on the responsibility that being a teacher holds, which includes patience, patience, and more patience. that's just my own perspective at least, and everyone is welcome to have their own, but my favourite teachers have been ones that guide me to my own answers with patience and compassion. i am also profoundly sensitive and feel wilty when others are cruel to me, so maybe i'm just trying to speak out to those who feel similarly, because this is a post i wish i could have read when i first started my journey. ultimately, everyone can do, be, and say whatever they like - it's their own blog after all - but i just want to be a voice of compassion to anyone who is in the beginning stages of learning about the law of assumption, non dualism, or reality shifting. it all comes down to the same profound teachings that we are, at our core, limitless.

all of this is to say that i am proud of you. you are doing a good, great, amazing job. you are worthy of love and goodness in your life no matter what others may make you feel. you are worthy of the absolute best and nothing less. it is a hard journey at times, but it is a worthwhile journey, and you are brave and creative and beautiful for taking the steps to expand and give yourself the best life. you deserve compassion and love and patience, and i am rooting for you every step of the way. i hope you are rooting for yourself, too.

ultimately, it doesn't matter where you got your beliefs. what matters is: does it feel right to you? does it make you feel connected to your true, unlimited Self? does it open up your world and your heart to the endless possibilities available to you? does it give you peace? if so, it doesn't matter what practice or teaching you believe in. you are your own greatest teacher.

it doesn't matter where you came from, what beliefs you once held, or who you've been in the past. what matters is that you are here, learning and growing, learning how to give yourself the most beautiful experiences that your creative power has to offer. be kind to yourself and remember that we're all just trying to expand and love and open ourselves up.

[thefirelookout]

Dead silence

This post is an attempt to share or let out some of my complex feelings about the situation in Bangladesh.

We went to our city's protest yesterday. It was a silent, peaceful protest. The Bangladeshi student community here in Kingston stood in a human chain with placards. "Save Bangladesh student", yes grammatically wrong, yes, it assumes that young revolutionaries need saving, so on and so forth. The protest started and ended quietly. My non-Bangladeshi friends were a bit confused, since they're used to chanty protests for Palestine, or union picket lines with cars passing by, honking in support. There was more noise even for the Iranian protests, Zan Zendegi Azadi. The silence of a graveyard in this one, though.

Who cares about little old Bangladesh? I sometimes wonder. We're not in the eye of the middle eastern storm like Syria, Lebanon or Palestine are. We're not strategically important, we don't even have many natural resources like Sudan or Congo do. The Prime Minister visited China recently to ask for an aid or a loan, and came back pretty much empty handed. China isn't very interested in us. India has gotten what it needed to get, and can milk more out of us, but they can do the same with Nepal or Bhutan too. We're never in the headlines, the US or the West in general isn't interested in us at all. And Pakistan denies that the 1971 genocide ever happened.

Which is why, the world isn't missing our voices due to the internet blackout.

The voices were all over my Facebook newsfeed. Aunties and apus on Facebook live selling sarees, jewelry, crafts, elderly boomers sharing gardening tips, quick fixes or herbal remedies that they swear by, people sharing posts about cricket or which cricketer's wife wore what, food bloggers calling every possible dish juicy (be it a burger or the meat in biriyani), celebrity drama, political drama to the extent of what was allowed back home. That sort of thing.

Now, again, there's the silence of a graveyard over here. And I feel like screaming till I snap my vocal cords. Can you all please come back? Please? The silence is unbearable! Please! I won't judge you if you sell your wares! Please! I won't judge if you think turmeric water can act as a miracle detox! Please, please I won't say a word if your post about your stupid cricket match! Just something, please say something! I haven't seen a single one of you online. Please don't die, please stay safe. When the internet comes back, please, post about your vacations and your pets. Not the dead, please, don't post about the bodies. I can take a bit of silence but not more bodies please!

Speaking of bodies. There was an armoured vehicle, painted navy blue in the colours of the police (fuck them). And there was a body on top of it. Dead, obviously, very dead, because it flopped down with the slightest nudge, and was left on the streets. Before that happened, the vehicle drove about as if parading its spoils of war, with the body on top. Sending a message. This will happen to you if you raise your voice.

That image has been haunting me for two nights now. So yeah, I'm not man enough to get some incisive political analysis out. I have no either or predictions for what happens if the regime falls or doesn't fall. My body feels numb, I've been binge eating because I still have food in the house and I won't be gunned down if I go out to get groceries now. My non-Bangladeshi friends, bless their first world hearts, have never had to live under fascism. Bless their hearts, have never had to stifle their voices to the extent that we've had to. Bless their beautiful hearts, could hardly pronounce Bangladesh. But they still showed up to that docile little protest because they care about my spouse and I. I can't even begin to thank them.

My insides are tearing up. I'm sitting with a poker face typing all this word vomit, but my insides are nothing but a scream. No clever realpolitik comes out of a heart that's screaming, because our mouths are sewn shut.

[heathersdesk]

Mormon Mommy Bloggers 2: Ballerina Farms Boogaloo

Since everyone is giving their thoughts on Ballerina Farms, and Mormonism by extension, let me step up to the mic. Especially because I'm an LDS woman that everyone seems to think they're experts on now.

I'm so tired of having to answer for the choices of other LDS women I don't know. I'm tired of them speaking for me. I'm tired of them making spectacles of their choices at the expense of other women, especially when they have so much wealth and privilege to be who they are. I'm tired of their "brand" being something I have to answer for as an LDS women.

Hannah Neeleman is nothing like the rest of us. She's nothing like most of us.

She's no different than every other LDS Mommy blogger who has been exploiting her kids for content in our community since the Aughties. She's not unique.

She was quoted in The Times article as saying she wants other people to have what she has? She thinks that's even a feasible option for the vast majority of LDS women?

Who's buying the land? The livestock? And everything that goes with it?

Not me. Not any other LDS woman I know.

There are so many incredible, important things that passionate LDS women do to serve their communities. But because they don't look like her and have her money to create the platform she has, you'll never know their names.

Did people forget that being a social media influencer is a pay-to-play system at this point? Y'all think she did anything differently?

She is a caricature of femininity that is a total fantasy being sold to y'all as part of an agenda to fund her lifestyle.

I can list off so many other influencers like her in our community who have come and gone from making all the same choices and mistakes that she's currently making. Knock off Ree Drummond doesn't even compare to some of the other LDS creators in her genre. If you want someone who broke this mold, go look up Stephanie Nielson of NieNie Dialogues. She survived a plane crash that permanently altered her appearance and had to find self-worth outside of traditional beauty standards. I never cared much for her content either, but she at least has something more interesting to say than "I'm pretty and rich and have a lot of kids." And that's before we even touch the totally valid criticisms of Daniel Neeleman and how poorly he treats his wife on camera.

I don't know if anyone walked him through the Mormon Mommy Blogger formula, but a necessary part of it is wish fulfillment for the audience, including a doting and respectful husband who would never dream of embarrassing or humiliating his wife. It's supposed to be an exercise in generating envy for everything his wife gets from being a stay-at-home mother—not what it's costing her because of him. That seems to be their only unique contribution to the genre, which is not the Mormon Mommy Blogger recipe for success. That's Shaycarl. You want to talk about the saddest "Where are they now?" Google search I just did to see if they're even still married. That tea is stone cold now. Nevertheless, it's still more interesting than watching a woman dancing ballet in a cow pasture (rather than at Juilliard) because her husband doesn't prioritize or respect her.

But I digress.

The press wants someone truly interesting to talk to? I can get them in contact with Artisans of Hope, a charity being run by LDS women in Idaho. They teach sewing and crafting skills to refugees, helping them become financially self-reliant in a new country. I can introduce them to the real work the bipartisan LDS community is doing to settle refugees all over Boise.

But no. Let's all have the same tired, ignorant conversation we've been having about Mommy bloggers since 2009. Because it was never about Hannah Neeleman. That's the sad thing she doesn't seem to realize.

People are only interested in talking about LDS women to make us look like indoctrinated freak shows. It's a very old form of misogyny that has been around since the 1840s.

The press has lifted her up specifically to make her a spectacle to the rest of the world, to laugh at her. And it's the dumbest thing in the world, I'm tired of seeing it, and tired of watching the public fall for it again and again.

[infiniteglitterfall]

listen i know everyone wants to help but for fuck's sake, vetting a gofundme does not mean saying so-and-so vetted it. there needs to be some kind of reason given, somewhere, by someone.

if you want to be really generous, there should AT LEAST be a reblog, by blog-you-trust-that-actually-supposedly-vets-people-somehow, saying they vetted it and it's a real fundraiser.

but realistically, anyone claiming to vet fundraisers should be saying what they do to vet them. something. anything. fucking transparency of some sort.

i cannot even tell you anymore how many gofundmes i've seen that claim to be for people in gaza, with posts saying they were vetted by this or that blog right here!

and then that links to... the blog they're claiming vetted it, just reblogging it. not saying they vetted it. just smashing that reblog button in passing for whatever reason.

Or to a reblog by someone ELSE claiming that some blog vetted it.

Or to a Google Sheet that says it's a list of vetted gofundmes, which doesn't have any information at all about almost any of them.

And ALL the ones I've looked at recently have conflicting information, too.

Like: the Tumblr post about the gofundme will say this person is starving and their brother needs medical care urgently because he has the autisms and their life was beautiful before the war and they've lost their home and their entire family needs help. But then the gofundme itself will say they're trying to raise money to rebuild their home. And then ask for a strangely low amount, like $60k.

(Yeah, I know, exchange rates and costs of living vary. But nobody is rebuilding their home in the middle of a war. Nobody can give you an estimate for what it will eventually cost in the middle of a war. The building could get hit again. The number of people rebuilding all at once could drive up the cost of materials and labor. Etc.)

I saw one last week that was supposed to be for a computer science student whose entire family had infections, and needed cleaning supplies and urgent medical supplies stat.

And it said she was living with her family and then all her five siblings had joined with their families, so it was.... five families. Which doesn't add up.

But then the gofundme said they needed $5k each to leave the country, for a total of $50k, which means 10 people, which doesn't seem like enough to cover five (or six) families.

But then, Egypt (or the company it contracts with) has been charging $5k for women and children but $10k for men, and how can it just be $5k a person for her family? A

nd then people were urgently reblogging it, saying they needed to raise the full $50k within like 3 days so the family wouldn't have to choose between food and cleaning supplies?? (You can withdraw money on gofundme before you're done fundraising, so it wasn't that.)

It had a fuckton of reblogs and had raised something like $38k of the $50k already. And just.

It would be nice to go, "oh, it's probably fine, it's always good to help people."

But at this point, what I'm seeing has already passed "people are being scammed," and is approaching "big, trusted bloggers might be organizing scams."

[littlemissprettyprincess]

Hi everyone, I want to talk about why changing your race or ethnicity/lying about your race or ethnicity is really problematic, and it makes me so shocked to see so many people try to undermine this issue. It's true that you are the creator of your reality and that everything is based off of your assumptions, but that does not mean that morals don't exist. And if you're wondering what this has to do with morals? Race/ethnicity changing usually has to do with one's fetish for the ethnicity. The words "one's fetish for the ethnicity" should already speak for itself. Most of the time when someone changes their race/ethnicity, they do it purely because of the aesthetic, completely disregarding the culture and history of the ethnicity that they're changing to. Even just lying about it is not right. You're still pretending to be a race/ethnicity that you're not, again, usually out of fetish and because of the aesthetic. Seeing people try to justify this isn't right. It doesn't matter who the person is, if they're an anon or if they're a blogger, it's not a right thing to do. At the end of the day you do have the ability to change your race/ethnicity, but instead of trying to do so, you should learn to love yourself and your culture, because all cultures are beautiful. ♡

[espressoristretto-patronum]

A/N: English is not my first language, and my blogger skills (?) are poor, so proceed with caution!

Meet my MC!

My fanfiction on AO3: To me, she is the sun

Tori's character sheet by kiwiplaetzchen

Tori and Poppy by pheexblack

Tori (birthday's present ❤️) by myook

Tori (and other MCs) by myokk

Tori (Trick or treat's treat 🎃) by myook

Tori (and other MCs) by a-florable

Tori by ladyofsappho

Tori in girls group by acslytherpuff

Tori, Cassie and Garreth by acslytherpuff

Tori and Cassie 🌻 by acslytherpuff

Tori and Poppy (and three other beautiful couples) by acslytherpuff

Tori and Poppy (wip) by acslytherpuff

Tori, Cassie and Val 💕 by acslytherpuff

Tori and friends' quidditch MCs by acslytherpuff

Tori and friends' quidditch MCs pt. 2 by acslytherpuff

Tori in group MCs by girl-named-matty

Tori and the girls ✨ by girl-named-matty

Tori by theladyofshalott1989

Tori and Poppy (animal crossing au 🦝) by rypnami

Tori (gift from my sweetest wife bean 💕) by savingsallow

Tori and Jaimsen (the twins!) by leaping-toadstool-caps

You can find how much Tori and Poppy are living in my mind rent free under the hashtags #Tori Lewis and #Tori x Poppy 😁

ABOUT HER

Name: Tori Lewis

Birthday: 14th June 1875

Birthplace: Turin, Italy

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Acaia wood, phoenix core, 12' length, quite bendy flexibility

Patronus: Jack Russell Terrier

Quidditch position: Seeker; Imelda practically begged her to join the Hufflepuff team because "I need a good competition in order to improve myself!"

Some extra facts!

Her name

Tori stands for Vittoria. Why Vittoria? Because she is half-British and half-Italian (from her mother's side) 🤌. I chose the name because I like to think that her parents thought about  Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom and King Vittorio Emanuele II of Italy, both sovereigns by the time of Tori's birth.

Why Turin?

Because well, it's my birthplace! Also, Turin is a special city: it has a lot of esoteric story. In a few words, this city joins London and San Francisco to create the triangle of Black Magic, but also the triangle of White Magic too with Lyon and Prague.

Future

Spouse: Poppy Sweeting (she IS wife)

Career: Auror and Natty is her partner, they're thick as thieves and menace to their superior

I think that Poppy's mission is still saving beasts from poachers, so I headcanon she is a sort of mix of Auror and magizoologist (guys, I have no idea about careers in wizard world lol)

Residence: Hogsmeade (I headcanon that since she is a Keeper, she doesn't want to live far away from Hogwarts, I'm also too in love with Hogsmeade)

My personal headcanons with future wife Poppy 💛

Even if they're in the same house and same bedroom, Poppy had never spoken to Tori before their first Beasts Class together because the last was often away and Poppy herself is a night owl, visiting Highwing or studying beasts, etc.

Poppy was also sure that the new fifth year will become like her schoolmates. Because sure, why the new cool, brave student will be friend with Peculiar Poppy? But fortunately Tori is such a good egg, kneazles can confirm.

Tori decided to kneel in front of the Graphorn (because we're not a monster, right?) following Poppy's example. It was Poppy that waited patiently for the mother dragon to take its egg back. It was Poppy that put down her wand when centaurs came to her. And of course, you should show respect to an Hippogriff before approaching.

That's why she chose to kneel. The Graphorn has fought well, it deserved respect.

Poppy felt in love first. Tori felt harder. Like she is kind of in denial for a while and then BOOM she falls and realises and she is panicking "what? Aaaaah what should I do now?!"

Poppy doesn't need protection but loves how protective Tori is.

Their love language is physical touch. Every single one. Surprise hugs from behind? Lovely! Forehead kiss? Adorable! Cuddles in the vivarium with beasts? The best!

Should I really say it? Poppy is an adorable little spoon and love to be wrapped in Tori's arms.

Tori is a golden retriever. Already from day one when Poppy asked to follow her in the forest.

Tori feel like she could die because of Poppy's cuteness, often screaming "STOP BEING SO CUTE AND SO KISSABLE I CAN'T FOCUS"

Poppy is a great cook, Tori isn't at all. But a few times she has tried to cook to cheer Poppy up. The result was messy but still edible and Poppy appreciated the efforts.

They're bad dancers but they don't care, they're having fun

I have a very sappy proposal headcanon.

Tori proposed to Poppy after a couple of months after graduation (lesbian couples move fast, okay?) and she decided to be extremely romantic.

She studied where and when to find Mooncalves' dance and saved the day on her calendar. When the day came, she took Poppy and flied on Highwing to the special place.

Poppy thought the surprise was the mooncalves' dance, instead she turned around and found Tori on her knees, with a ring in her hand. A very shining ring that a selvatic niffler has tried to steal before Poppy could say yes, jumping from a bush the moment the ring sparkled under the moonlight. The little beast had caused little chaos but fortunately they catched it before was too late. With the retrieved ring in one hand, and the beast thief in the other, Tori asked grinning "do you still want to marry meee?"

I've surely more facts and headcanons for my MC, but I think this post is already long enough!

Anddd that was my MC! If you've read so far, thank you so much!