#this is such a stupid fucking way to think and it annoys me so much because i can find every book ever made in ebook in 5 minutes but

[freyasfatale]

do you think I fucking care how their militaries treat them? Because I don’t. Stop trying to get me to care or change my mind because I won’t. You know damn well you only care about this because as a trans woman aka a male, your ass would be there too.

I study anthropology (in university) and that’s MY theory. It does make sense you fucking idiot, I explained why I think this way. My belief is also rooted in misandry sooo. Men say this stupid shit about women all the time — that we were made to be mothers and give birth — and force it onto us. In 2025. Of course you don’t care about that right? Only “think of how the men are being treated!!” Girl/Boy, I don’t give a fuck. How about that.

I’m blocking you because you keep commenting on my shit and you’re annoying as fuck. You hate TERFs so much yet you stay in our comments to start arguments. Living rent free in your head. Focus on figuring out your gender identity and mind your own damn business.

Men were made for the military.

Men should be automatically placed in the military after high school and serve a mandated four years minimum. Males are made for battle. They are designed for submission and to take orders. Men are more compliant and obedient workers. It’s also epigenetic as they’ve done it for centuries. Women are trained to be submissive, for males, it’s natural.

Males are more disposable. Males can impregnate 1000+ women a year. A woman can only carry out maybe 20 pregnancies in her entire life time. And she is risking her life every time.

So what is the trade off? Men go to war. They risk their lives using the natural strength they’ve been given to protect and defend their communities.

We’re having a “male loneliness epidemic” because all these young men are sitting at home on their computer, playing war simulation games, yet not reaping the benefits of the socialization and structure that the military provides. It has nothing to do with women, but everything to do with men lacking intimacy from other men.

Men should be in the military. And forced. As long as women are forced into birth, men should be forced into battle. It’s what they were made for, they yearn for the battlefields.

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

I personally think when it comes to AUs we need more bitch Gale. Like him being so repressed and deprived and so far in the closet and in denial about it that when he first meets John and has such an instant attraction to him that it both terrifies and angers him and so he brings it all out on poor John and is just an absolute CUNT to him for no apparent reason to anyone on the outside. But John being John LIKES it and just eggs it on and asks for more.

Like I’m imagining they first meet at a coffee shop or something (modern day) and the instant John first lays eyes on Gale he just knows he has to have him, WILL have him, is just thinking “MINE. HAVE TO MAKE HIM MINE.” And when he realizes that it’s going to be a near impossible task, it only makes him that more determined and dedicated and makes it all even hotter, makes Gale even more desirable to him. John’s always loved a challenge, and boy is Gale one.

I’m imagining John just walks up to him and starts flirting obnoxiously right off the bat, using all the cheesiest most cliche lines imaginable like taps him on the shoulder where he’s in line for his coffee and Gale turns around and John goes, “Did it hurt?” and Gale just looks at him confused with his brows furrowed and goes “Huh?” And John has the stupidest smile on his face when he answers “When you fell down from Heaven” and Gale doesn’t think he’s ever rolled his eyes so hard but he also can’t help himself from blushing and also why wasn’t that a huge turnoff for him and instead it has butterflies fluttering and heat pulsing deep in his belly?

Gale has been hit on by men before of course, but he’s managed to avoid it for the most part and when it does happen it’s usually by much older creepy middle aged men that just make him feel super uncomfortable, nothing like how he’s feeling right now with John.

“Does that usually work for you? You usually get laid with that line?” He asks John in an unimpressed tone. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried to before. Is it working?” John replies, still with that stupid ass smirk on his face. Gale wants to either smack it off or kiss it off, he can’t decide which. Gale scoffs in response and says “In your fucking dreams.” “Oh in my dreams we’re far past this stage already, sweetheart. We’re definitely not talking much, or standing, that’s for sure.” Gale makes an exaggerated gagging noise in his throat, trying to cover up how his flush has gotten even redder. “Gross. You’re a pervert.” “Only for you, baby.”

And it just keeps going but Gale can’t seem to make himself walk away or actually tell John to get lost. And maybe John buys him his coffee despite his protests and then says he can pay him back by sitting with him as he drinks it, and Gale pretends to be annoyed about it and like it’s a huge chore to be asked to do so. And as they sit together John is even more obnoxious, nauseatingly flirting and hitting on Gale and Gale has no idea how to handle him but he doesn’t let it show, he’s a stone cold bitch on the outside or as much as he can make himself be.

He doesn’t want John to think he’s enjoying this too much so after John makes a sexual innuendo about Gale’s mouth and lips he snaps something like “There’s no way your cock is as big as you clearly think it is with the way you’re talking” and John is taken aback for a second because he didn’t realize this man with the face of an angel could have so much bite in him but he quickly recovers and gets a huge smile on his face because oh boy, he’s gonna be a handful and so much fun. “Jesus Christ, the mouth on you, baby. What other surprises are you hiding, huh?” And Gale bites back again, actually getting angry now because why does John find this all so funny and cute? “I’m never gonna let you fuck me. You’re NEVER gonna fuck me. Understand?” And John is like “Is that what you think I’m trying to do?” And Gale sits back and crosses his arms across his chest, scoffs and rolls his eyes and looks away from John. “Clearly.” And then turns back to look at John with venom piercing in his eyes, and John realizes that he’s actually angry. VERY angry. “And it’s never. gonna. fucking. happen.” And John just laughs and says “We’ll see about that, sweet cheeks.” Which just has Gale fuming even harder. Now he’s red in the face from anger as well as embarrassment and arousal.

And then somehow they keep running into each other (John probably has his schedule memorized at some point) or John is able to get Gale’s name and number and refuses to give up and keeps pursuing him despite Gale being nothing but cold and mean to him. Except when he’s not. And John knows, KNOWS he wants it just as badly. But John loves the challenge, the game, the push and pull, the hot and cold, the mixed signals, the teasing, the chase of it all, gets off on it, and secretly (or not as secretly as he thinks) so does Gale.

And of course somehow it ends up with them months later with John fucking Gale silly, making him come and cry on his cock (and Gale will deny that ever happened). The first time they fuck Gale still refuses to admit he wants it, still calling John a pervert, an idiot, etc. between moans and claiming his cock is definitely not big enough to even feel inside of him while he’s stuffed full to the brim and his voice is shaking and breathy with it.

First paragraph in and I'm already hooked 🤣 Let 👏 Gale 👏 Be 👏 a 👏 Bitch 👏 2025 👏 But also just the thought of him being so repressed that the intensity of his attraction makes him decide to hate John on sight is 😘 And OF COURSE John likes it, he pushes harder and harder because he wants Gale to be even cuntier 🙌

But also, the added layer of John being instantly in love but falling even harder because he knows he's gonna have to work for it 😍 Gale being confusedly attracted to John's bull shit is everything, I think it would make him lean into "must be mean and push him away so he can't hurt me" vibe even harder because not only does he not want to be attracted to a man but he sure as hell doesn't want to be attracted to one with pickup lines like THAT lol

John’s persistence would both annoy but endear Gale and I think that would make him even more mad… I just love it 🥰 I love the coffee shop meet ugly but this would also work so so so well with them being roommates in basic, the forced proximity and interacting just ahhh❤️

And of course it ends in sex where they're still trying to talk shit but it just gets them off even harder, they're soulmates like that 😉🤣

[heirloommtomatoes]

the way kaladin is like. the only character who gets an arc relating to overcoming his prejudices but it’s…him overcoming his “prejudices” against lighteyes…like huh……?

[baphometsss]

if i see one more post about how solas/mythal/elgar'nan had a weird love triangle thing going on i'm gonna scream

[lilmissnatcat24]

sinning under the cut

The gala in question was some big Citadel fundraiser where the Executors and Councilmembers could compare dick sizes and stroke each other off under the tables. Publicly, it was supposed to fund C-Sec and Spectre training. Maybe requisition a few fancy guns and MECHs if someone struck big at quasar. Shepard didn’t really know, nor did she care. She just knew that she had to be there, and she was incredibly annoyed with the fact they were limiting guests to only two drink tickets for the night. 

Garrus was also there. And by the time Shepard caught up with him, he was drunk. No, he was wasted. Somewhere along the line, he managed to collect drink tickets from his coworkers, one of them pregnant and the other one on day fifty four of sobriety. He was so drunk that Shepard almost took pity on him, wanting to find him a quiet booth with a glass of water so that he could lay down and try and take a nap. He was slurring horribly, swaying in his stool threatening to fall on his back, and talking very, very loudly. 

She settled in next to him on the empty stool. She vaguely knew the other C-Sec agents he was talking to, maybe even enough to guess at a few of their names. But to be fair, she never knew anyone at these stupid fundraisers, so she would gladly take weak associations over complete strangers. 

“You’re lying,” the one turian said from across Garrus, half of his face covered in an all-white tattoo that vaguely resembled a skull. Shepard thought his name started with an L. Lamont? Lacrosse? Something like that. 

“I’m not,” Garrus said. When he got drunk, he got this strange growl to his voice, like he was trying to intimidate and talk at the same time. When he noticed Shepard, he flung an arm around her and pulled her in close. The alcohol reeked on his breath, and his weight was enough for Shepard to nearly buckle on her stool. “He thinks I’m lying, Shep.” 

She managed to push him off. Not in an unfriendly way-- because if she thought about it, she really didn’t mind Garrus leaning on her all that much-- but in a way that attempted to straighten him back on his axis. “About what? Klepping drink tickets?” 

“They don’t think I got arrested.” 

Shepard looked at him, long and hard. Despite her softness towards Vakarian, and her admiration that he was willing to play outside of C-Sec’s rulebook, at the end of the day he was still a turian. And turians did not boast about getting arrested. 

“There’s no way,” she said, waving a hand in his face dismissively. She wondered if she was getting drunker by osmosis, his spit particles in the air dissolving in her bloodstream. She certainly felt warmer. 

“I did!” he said, gesturing wildly. “I promise, I did. And we don’t lie. As a species. An honest people. Proud people.” 

“What the hell would you even get arrested for?” Shepard asked. “Not lacing your shoes up properly? Not eating your vegetables so you could skip right to dessert?” 

Garrus hiccuped in response, taking another swig of his drink. Shepard looked at the turian across from Garrus, trying to ask a question only with her eyebrows: should he still be drinking? Lemon, or whatever his name was, did a remarkable job at responding with the plates that lived where eyebrows should be: beats me. 

“Shore leave, 2176,” he said, setting the scene like he was some cheesy detective noir narrator. “Lined up with this girl-- woman’s-- leave. Alsia. Fucking… magnetic. We had this thing going before we got sent off to boot camp, and then again a bit during another shore leave, but it never clicked with us. Always wrong time, always wrong place. You get it. Right, Shepard?” 

“Too right,” she said sagely. “Let me guess: she arrested you for being a total creep. I bet you had a shrine to her. I bet it had like a thousand tiny little candles. A voodoo doll, too.” 

“I fucked her in the stall of a divebar,” said Garrus. 

Luxembourg, or whatever his name was, threw his head back and let out a cackle so loud it made someone at the table next to them jump. “You did not!” 

“Bent her over the toilet. Got caught. Too loud. Not that I can help that, I am a consummate lover.” Except he kept stuttering over the word consummate. He settled on a word that sounded vaguely like consulate. “Got a drunk and disorderly and a public indecency charge.” 

“I don’t care about what they say about turians and lying,” said Shepard, “but I am almost positive that everything you just said was one big, fat, bold-faced farce.” 

“Got the headshot to prove it,” Garrus said, pulling up his omnitool and scrolling through his photo library. 

After a few scrolls, he had it, as if it were pinned to be close to the top if ever he needed to convince people that perhaps one of the most straight-laced men in the galaxy actually, truly got arrested. And there his mugshot was. Smirking, full of himself, someone who did very likely fuck someone over a toilet. 

“But in public like that?” Shepard asked. “I mean, it was a toilet. Doesn’t that gross you out?” 

“Oh, I live for that public stuff,” Garrus said so earnestly, she would have thought he was talking about charity, or orphans, or a charity for orphans. “Gets me going just thinking about it. Anything where I could get caught, you can’t even think about touching me or I explode.” 

“And? What happened to the chick?” Laundry, or whatever his name was, asked. “Some long distance flame back on the motherland? Saving up the creds to ship her out here?” 

“No. Died,” Garrus said, in very much the tone that one should not take when talking about a dead lover. He sounded conversational. Casual. Maybe even a bit wistful-- but not in a grieving way, in a way that he was more excited talking about this part of the story than the whole fucking-her-over-a-toilet part. 

“Died?” 

“Batarian pirates. She was a frontliner. Apparently, she had boarded their ship and was mowing down the bastards, when one of them had the bright idea to bust open the airlock. Got spaced, they said her head shrunk to the size of a fruit pit in under a second.” 

“You sound awfully torn up about this,” Shepard said. And-- maybe this was part of the drunk by association thing she was feeling, but she couldn’t help but to laugh while she asked. 

“Dick was so good she couldn’t even focus on her mission a few months later,” Garrus sighed dramatically. “It’s been known to happen.” 

The conversation derailed pretty fast afterwards. Linguini, or whatever his name was, started trading sex stories back and forth like Garrus’s story was the crack that broke the dam. But then some security guard came over to tell Garrus he was far too drunk, and that he needed to leave before he caused a scene. And when Garrus did eventually leave, he snatched the half empty drink right out of Shepard’s hand and downed it in one gulp. 

There was a warmness to Shepard she couldn’t quantify, a buzzing just underneath her skin. Blood particles in a tizzy, over the idea of being touched in public. For some very odd, very irrational, very unexplainable reason, she wasn’t immediately disgusted with Vakarian. That stuff never turned her on to begin with. But when Garrus talked about it, it became the only thing she could think about. She walked home unfortunately alone that night, and vowed that she would do everything in her power to work out of her system the sudden interest she had in fucking Garrus Vakarian in public until she went to bed. 

And one cheap vibrator bought at the store, an hour of porn vids, and a hotel room that she didn’t bother to close the blinds in later, she did just that. 

someone was mean to me on tumblr like a month ago for being horny on my main, so now out of complete spite i am writing the filthiest horniest out of pocket shakarian smut i can muster, featuring pathetic wet whimpering bitchboy garrus vakarian

[jackass-jones]

I’m not deep enough in the yttd fandom to really know if this is a controversial take to have but. I think soushin is interesting. I don’t think this in a “omg wow they’re soooo in love and I want them to be together” way, not at all lol. But I think to act like it’s impossible to see a romantic/sexual aspect of their relationship is really fucking stupid. I try to refrain from acting like there’s a solid truth to their relationship cuz the game isn’t finished yet so there’s always the likelihood that we’ll get more information later, but the thing that always gets me is when ai shin mentions that hiyori claimed to be an older student at his school but he later learned that wasn’t true. It sounds so eerily like a grooming story and the way we see human shin retreating into himself In reaction to that hits really hard, like he’s embarrassed it ever happened

Then there’s stuff like the detail that hiyori would always take pictures of shin without consent and would hang them up, or the fact that hiyori kept a personal shin ai for himself that he had control over, or the way that maple is supposed to parallel shin. It all just sounds like they had a relationship that blurred the lines a lot in a way that was very uncomfortable for shin. Moments like the shin ai sobbing and Hiyori saying “no don’t be like that show me your cool side shin!” and shin reacting to that, it’s like hiyori is trying to praise shin while hurting him. Seems way too much like a common occurrence

I think also (but maybe im just projecting) that shin is pretty queer coded in a lot of ways (hot springs scene, soft-natured personality that he tries to smother, his relationship with hiyori paralleling a romantic one, etc) and I think this plays into his relationship with hiyori a lot. Because of gender roles and toxic masculinity bullshit, i really doubt shins soft personality was allowed to fly under the radar for most people, so he was isolated a lot. Hiyori probably made him feel special at first with the way he seemed to like this about shin, but it becomes pretty clear that hiyori loves to fawn over shin and treat him like a cute baby and really only loves shins personality cuz he sees it as easy to take advantage of. I think it’s really easy to imagine a scenario where shin is a closeted teenager who finally has someone he feels he can confide in and hiyori blurs the lines between romantic and platonic a lot and shin latches onto this because he wants to feel like he can be loved by another boy and thinks this is his only shot. It’s way too common and all the pieces just fit right into place, you know? And I’m aware of the line where shin says hiyori is like an older brother to him but imo I think these two things can actually perfectly coexist cuz again, theres blurring of lines going on cuz this is an abusive relationship and feelings are being toyed with constantly

Basically all this to say, I very much think it’s likely that there was a romantic and sexual aspect to this relationship going on. I wouldn’t say they were labeling themselves as boyfriends or anything, more like it was a vague mess that hiyori refused to elaborate on. I don’t ship these two cuz I think it’s pretty clear shin wants out of this relationship, but I think inherently being mad someone wants to explore the idea of them having this kinda relationship is really ignorant and is only gonna result in only shallow ass takes about abusive relationships being allowed

[moongothic]

Absolute hate how all Oda has to do is make one (1) fictional man with pretty hair to give me raging gender envy

Like this was so unnecessary and cruel, towards me specifically

[robotpussy]

i wish ppl would just shut up when ppl say they're afraid of something i don't care if you think it's stupid or unnecessary or the thing they're afraid of is already widely disliked by many people you don't understand where ppls trauma is coming from and even if there isn't any trauma causing the fear just shut up and move on

[crabussy]

being a system can be really fucking hard and it comes with a lot of challenges and struggles but man?? I fucking love my headmates. I don't know what I'd do without them and my life is better because they are in it.

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[arseniccattails]

btw every time someone suggests a solution to a community problem is to 'read Whipping Girl' you should actually read something by bell hooks instead, or, failing that, any decent social theory by an actual sociologist or academic in another social science.

[lesbiansanemi]

Officially deciding I shall not be going to work tomorrow because of the snowstorm so…. Yay? Extra day off?

[projectdivaar]

I feel like I'm v academically smart but oh my god I am fucking hopelesssss at anything people related

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

hi what is wrong with me

[pup-pee]

i h8 nightwing ((2016)) sm that i would reread it all over again just 2 make a list & point out all the things i dont enjoy in it

[fappellmoan]

ok im a really chill and normal person and i get over things and am well adjusted but take a walk with me here. just give me my time to complain when im not in the absolute fucking trenches. and yes i believe i suffered more than those in trench warfare. it was literally a lesbian situationship with a bistraight girl come on. just. magenta choppy shag with the roots coming in. camo cargo pants black t shirt with red lettering and striped long sleeve (sign someone likes music. confirmed). lip ring big black stud earrings and nails. red docs. i think lesbians should be allowed to kill one dyke baiter in their lifetime idc