#you can be into what you're into -- vocally even -- but i can be just as vocal about finding it grody. love yourself. seek better.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

"Putting your hand over your heart isn't a part of a Nazi salute!"

Not the original salute no, but it is part of the salute being used by Neo Nazis. So here's a link to a video comparing them, showing his gesture was identical to a Neo Nazi salute.

https://www.reddit.com/r/france/s/2bdn5cuvf6

"Even the ADL said it wasn't a Nazi salute!"

The ADL can be wrong just like any other group of people can. You people hate their stance on hate speech, so why are you magically in agreement with them just because they support your worldview?

"It was so bad that it couldn't have been a real salute, Hitler would have killed him for mocking him!"

Bad salutes are still salutes, just as bad insurrections are still insurrections.

"He was symbolically throwing his heart to the crowd!"

Here he is doing it a second time while facing away from the crowd.

"He said his heart went out to the crowd!"

Yeah so he could have some deniability for idiots like you to cling to and defend him with.

"Kalama did the same gesture!"

She waved and pointed. You're just blind. There's something wrong with you if you can't distinguish a wave from an actual Nazi salute. Here's them being conpared side by side.

https://x.com/tify330/status/1881512417387040998

The sad part Is, if you saw this back in 2012, your immediate thought would have been "Oh my god Elon Musk did a nazi salute!", but Trump has so successfully brainwashed you, conditioned you, and groomed you, that his richest and most vocal supporter can preform a blatant Nazi salute, and you'll deny the obvious evidence before you to defend him, ignoring everything before your eyes and ears, because you've been made incapable of acknowledging the evilness, or the nature, of your cult.

It should have been obvious when he showed up to the Madison Square Garden rally in a custom black MAGA hat that used a typeface that was associated with the Hitler and the Nazis, the font the Nazis regularly used as a sign of nationalism that Hitler chose as the as the font for the cover of his autobiography.

https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/elon-musks-maga-cap-text-has-eerie-resemblance-with-hitlers-nazi-font-6903216/amp/1](https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/elon-musks-maga-cap-text-has-eerie-resemblance-with-hitlers-nazi-font-6903216/amp/1

You guys are REALLY bad at taking hints due to your programing.

"Trump, who is nothing like a nazi and never talks about nazis or white supremacists except to disavow them, brainwashed you into thinking Elon Musk isn't a nazi" sure is an interesting take.

Anyway you're putting a lot of words into my mouth and the ones you're quoting that are actually mine explain pretty well why what Elon did isn't a nazi salute, so I'm not going point by point and addressing your nonsense (especially the "nazi font" shit. Jesus do you even hear yourself?)

What I am going to address?

"Here he is doing it a second time while facing away from the crowd"

There were people behind the stage behind him. I don't know if you can see them during Elon's full speech but here's the same setup from when Trump was at the arena

You can clearly see the white star bunting that's behind Elon in the clips of him doing the "salute". The stage is in the center of the arena with people all around.

I'll also explain why I trust the ADL here, again, because apparently you either didn't see it or, more likely, your leftist brain selectively edits everything that doesn't conform to your warped world view.

The ADL is a partisan left wing group that constantly calls conservatives, but especially Trump and his allies, nazis, racists, white supremacists, anti-Semites, and every other ist and phobe under the sun. They rarely let a chance to lie about the right go by. The fact that a group like that is saying "that wasn't a nazi salute" means a lot, because they're going against the talking points of their own ideology in favor of a person they hate. When a group, even a partisan hack group like the ADL, goes against their interests and the interests of their allies in favor of a person or a group they normally can't stand, that gives their words a lot of extra weight.

She waved and pointed. You're just blind. There's something wrong with you if you can't distinguish a wave from an actual Nazi salute.

Yes. That's the point. She waved and pointed. Elon symbolically "threw his heart" to the crowd. Neither were nazi salutes. Both could made to look like one out of context. The media only cared about doing it with Elon.

I don't expect any of this to get through to you, because you still think J6 was an iNsUrReCtIoN. But maybe one day, after you grow out of this weird leftist phase, you'll look back and remember this and feel as silly as you should.

[collar-shocked]

Power in Property

TLDR: Bree discovers he's not as hopeless as he once thought inside the Goffard manor.

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The time of day is unknown. All the Frenchman knows is the sun is blaring through the windows and his shadow is following against the wall he lingers near. He's been living in this pompous stinkhole for about a year and two months now, and if he's learned one thing- one thing at all- it's that he's invisible. His only job is getting dressed up "properly", whatever the hell that means, and following Master Derek around like a duckling. Bree's gotten adjusted to his new lifestyle, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

His sole purpose is to be arm candy and play the role of Panic Pete whenever Derek sees fit. None of the help talks to him, none of the other Goffard's address him, and if he's not in his room- a room he shares with Derek, but just barely- he's in the garden, his one area of relief. The one place he doesn't have to worry about blood, or chores, or yelling, or... or sex. God, Bree loves the garden...

...But he's not in the garden. He's inside, walking to the kitchen to grab HiS mAsTeR his tray of dinner, pondering what could possibly be on that very special tray. Are all the crusts trimmed from his peanut butter and jelly just how he likes? Is it cut into quarters just the way he likes? He turned the corner and entered the vast, shiny kitchen, hardly taking note of the worker stacking the dishes. It wasn't hard to spot the tray. Bree cross the kitchen and lifted the tray, immediately turning around to head back to that room he's constantly held up in.

He did not see the extra shine on the floor.

One moment, he was carrying his masters food to his room. The next? He was behind-and-palms on the floor covered in marinara with a sore leg. Bree looked around at the spilled tray, his soiled clothes, the wet spot on the ground, his glasses now off to the side, and felt his eyes begin to sting with wet. He doesn't cry. He's not a cryer. But.. a little puddle is gonna get his ass beat? Really? Upon moving to push himself up, he flinched and whined loudly at his knee and ankle, both sent in awkward, stretched positions in the really, really embarrassing slip. Preparing for a struggle, h-

A shadow loomed above him. The helper who was busy with the dishes. They're... not supposed to do this. Not supposed to even look at Bree. He does not exist to them, else is means losing their hands or being fed to the dogs or something... but finding him out on his own is so rare! Where's the harm in extending a hand? Just this once?

"You okay?..." They spoke quietly, indicating this mutual weight of theirs as their hand hung in the air.

"..." Bree didn't respond. It felt.. unnatural being spoken to by someone else. Dangerous, even. This idiot's gonna get themself killed... He tried getting up without their help, just to wince and fall back down.

The eye contact was intense. The nameless worker gave him a small smile, and... he groaned and took their hand. They noted how soft his hands were.

"A-Ah ah ah, okay-" Bree hobbled up, turning to lean against the counter top. He gave them a stubborn, awkward, sorrowful look. ...He nodded a thank you, but couldn't vocalize it.

"..You're welcome." They could, though. They watched the man turn towards the hall and limp just a few feet, struggling the entire time. They sighed and caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm. "Let me help you, sir.."

Bree was frightened by the hold and yanked his arm away. What the hell, man?! The way he looked at them was disgusting... He grabbed both his elbows in a self-hug and inched away, sneering at them. "..I-.. I don't need help."

"Pff... really? Look at you, doll. You can barely walk! Please, let me-"

"-Leave me alone! M-My day is has been foul enough!"

...That's not exactly what they expected. Bree was always so small and shy- or, so they thought he was. They scoffed and fixed their clothing, turning away with copious amounts of sass. "Fine. But you don't have to be a jerk because daddy's not around to be one for you." Back to the kitchen they go with a hard hmph.

Now offended, but alone at last, Bree took his sweet time working with his aching leg. Bree slowly inched his way down the hall. He was lost in thought, going over all the very many ways Derek would throw a hissy fit back at the room. His stomach swelled with anxiety that just grew and grew the closer he got, his tears threatening to come back and limbs beginning to shake. He's gonna be in so much trouble for his clothes... he's gonna be in even bigger trouble for the lack of food, and- dear god, especially for the mess. He doesn't want to take another step... he doesn't want to go back to that room- that man... He hates him. He hates him but he's all he has. And even when he is able to reach out and briefly touch anything or anyone else, it turns out like.. that! An annoying stickler! He's a jerk?! A jerk for wanting space in his little time alone?! Bree began to shake in anger and anxiety, a sick feeling taking over. The hall then seemed so much longer, his limbs felt like string, his body felt like a waterbed, his mind was foggy and blurry and unreal and his face was wet. Goddamnit! He didn't want to cry!!

Eventually, after the journey and mustering up courage, Bree opened the door and rested against the frame. He caught his breath and sniffed in, feeling a certain amount of peace at the fact Derek, though present, hasn't acknowledged him. He's at his desk doing something on his computer with earbuds in... maybe Bree can sneak by without being notic- Of course he can't! That's too much hopeful wishing. It's like his first step inside the hellish room alerted the blond fuck like a dog picking up his scent.

...Because he did. Literally. Derek smelled the marinara and plucked his earbuds out, turning around quick on his swivel chair. "What took you so long?! I'm star- What HAPPENED?!" Derek scrunched his nose in pure, unfiltered anger at the sight of his pet coated in sauce and thyme. He got up and marched over, feeling a sense of satisfaction as Bree shuddered and loomed closer to the hall. He opened his mouth to spit more venom, but stopped.

Bree.. can't stop crying. Something about the stress from the earlier interaction combined with the slip combined with Derek being a confrontational bitch has left him.. defeated. If not mentally wounded. He said nothing and kept his weeping nearly silent, opting to bury his face in his sleeve instead.

"...What happened?" At this point, Derek knows Bree well enough. He's not a crybaby. He hardly ever cries, let alone breaks down like this. He's been through some real hardship under this roof and came out with a blank face- because he shuts down, not breaks.

Bree tried his best to move passed him, but his limp made it impossible. Derek reached an arm out to trap him, guiding his back against the wall instead. It frustrated him. It.. it made him so damn angry. "Can I have one moment of peace?!"

"Not when you're coming back from a SIMPLE TASK looking like this."

God, why is everyone pulling on his dick today?! Bree got angry. He placed a hand on Derek's arm and began to push. "Let me through! I can not do this right now!" ...An intrusive thought became something more. An opportunity. Bree is.. Bree is a good person. In truth, he won't be doing anything at all. He won't be. "I-I just want to lay down, Derek, please." He's playing up his patheticness.

And Derek sees through it like a layered brick wall. Not at all.

"You're covered in shit and got something wrong with your leg, you're not goin' anywhere until you spill." Derek is... protective of his pet. Not because Bree is Bree, but because Bree is his. He's his toy, his doll, his property, and no one else is allowed to put hands on him. He's the one thing in this entire world that is his alone, so yeah, he likes keeping tabs on him. Not just that, but... it feels like he's keeping him out of some kind of drama! He wants the details, he wants an excuse to yell at someone- and Jesus Christ, it's coming in hot.

...Bree isn't sure why he said it. He's not sure why he followed that little thread of a power-high. But... he did. And now taking it back isn't possible.

Not like he would, anyway.

"...Th.. they stopped me in the kitchen." He kept his eyes to the floor and rolled his nails against his palm. "...They p'hh.. they were mad or something. Hit the food out of my hands." Derek couldn't help but snort. "And they pushed at me in the hall.. A-And.. put their hands down my pants..."

"Hold up, what?"

Complete silence. ...Bree knew that would piss him off. He knew it'd grind his teeth. He knows how protective he is over his body, knowing he's the only one who's ever seen or felt it that way- he knew learning he's not exclusive to his master anymore would be the nail in the coffin.

Bree kept quiet and continued to push against the wall, as if he could just disappear into it. This aggravated the other who became increasingly aggressive. "What did you just say?!" He gave his pet a few seconds. No answer. "BREE!!"

Bree flinched and raised a hand in defense. With a hard swallow, he finally spoke back up. "They put their hands down my pants..."

"And you LET THEM!?"

"I did not know I could stop them!"

"WHY?!"

"They told me if I touched them I would be in big trouble!" Bree used his language wisely. More withheld and short-winded phrases as opposed to his usual mean, loud, agitated arguments- the kind he uses when Derek's in a more... threatening position. "I am not really much of anything, but they are all employed here, s-so..."

The anger was indescribable. He was so pissed. Derek finally stepped back, looking around the room while rolling his tongue over the front of his bottom teeth, huffing and puffing and finally shoving Bree hard against the wall- not once, but twice- the bang of his head against the causing him to choke-up and breathily sob. "Well now you ARE so you should'a hit em' ANYWAY! Why are you always gettin' into shit?! Why are you SO fucking stupid!?"

Not all of this is fake. Bree truly is.. terrified. Derek can act out in such terrible, disgusting ways when he's blinded by anger. And he still feels sick! With a hard shudder and a hand to rub at his head, he sniffed in, feeling humiliated, and just.. nodded. He doesn't want to get hit any harder than that. "I don't know!... I-It's not my fault!..."

That seemed to do something. It went quiet. No activity, no aggression, no yelling, just the sound of wind outside the window and Bree's nasally sniffing. Derek moved. He's letting him go. "Change your damn clothes and go to bed."

Didn't have to tell him twice. Bree moved as quickly as he could to his little area. Passed the sheer curtains and onto his inflatable mattress, working on getting out of the cold, heavy, sticky clothes. He plucked his shirt off with a loud grunt before tossing it aside on the rest of his dirty laundry, moving his hands to his pants and freezing. Bree has this little ritual of checking watch before going farther than his shirt, but in doing so, he discovered he doesn’t have to worry.

Derek isn’t in the room… at all.

The Frenchman got un then redressed as soon as possible. The pit forming in his stomach told him his master didn’t just leave to use the bathroom or something, and he was determined to catch him before the innocent janitor- or whatever the hell they are- got caught. He shuffled awkwardly out of the room and followed the voices back down the hall- back in the kitchen. That pit increased…

Bree eventually latched onto the corner and peeked around it, eyes widening upon spotting Derek, that worker, and a table fork. The nameless employee- the one who helped him earlier- is on their knees, nose spilling blood, with Derek standing behind them gripping a fist-full of scalp-distance hair. If their tearful eyes didn’t lock onto Bree, they’d be gazing down the prongs. They seem to be in some kind of… disagreement.

“H-He’s lying!! He lied about everything, HE LIED!!” The desperation painted the air as they struggled in their awkward pose- spread knees trapped under them as their back arched and stretched with Derek’s pulling.

“Ah, so he just… faked his leg, then? Dumped the spaghetti on himself just ‘cause he doesn’t like you specifically? Am I reading you right?” Derek was full of energy and bitterness. In a way, it made Bree feel.. kind of nice. He felt important for once.

Then it made sense. He doesn’t have a pit in his stomach. He has butterflies… Committing such a violent, painful act by not even his own hand, simply because this person had annoyed him… He felt powerful. He felt in control. It felt like the pedestal belonged to him this time- and so did they. Panicked eyes stared Bree down, and he loved it. He is their saving grace.

But Bree is no longer a graceful man.

“Teh-! TELL HIM!!! TELL HIM!!” They begged at a stadiums volume. Derek then glanced over and spotted Bree, taking him in.

Bree hugged the wall and gave his best puppy-eyed look. Everyone in the room understood.

A loud squelch would bounce off the walls, but not louder than the shriek following it. The clang of the now wet and dirtied fork hit the floor- as did their body, writhing and gripping their face as the tiles were painted red, and Derek caught his breath. “Let this be a lesson for the next time you feel brave enough to take what doesn’t belong to you, bitch!!” Derek ended their little discussion with a hard kick to their side, moving past them towards Bree while wiping his hands off on a handkerchief. “C’mon. Back to bed.”

With one good, wavering eye left, they cough loudly and wiggled, pushing themselves up to watch the pair go- and their blood ran cold. Bree held a smile you’d assume ended at his eyes. It was devious and sharp, and the only reason they are catching it now is because he stayed to watch them. With one click around the corner, Bree had turned to join his keeper, officially leaving them alone.

They got back to the room. For once, Derek was… patient. He didn’t rush. He didn’t push. He offered no assistance but he kept his mouth shut, and that is a lot to appreciate for someone like him. Once that door closed, they both took a seat. “…You can defend yourself.” The younger of the two finally spoke up. “If you need to push or shove, you can. Don’t let something like this happen again.”

Bree was filled with delight. He feels like he just committed a crime and got away with it! He feels like he cheated at a game and nobody noticed! Derek has not a single idea that he and his position in this household were just used… by the pet. He’s a walking weapon around here and Bree has the benefit of his protection. It only took a year and some to die ove this kind of vile potential. “…Okay.”

Derek is an asshole. Bree fucking hates him. Hates his entire being, hates his entire family, hates his stupid amount of money. He often makes this known and is usually just shut down or sent to his room to cool down. Derek doesn’t need him to like him. Hardly even desires it. …but when he likes him, it feels like bliss. Like the mean, evil family pet has chosen his lap to sit on. Being nice to Derek, even for a moment, fills Bree with so much indescribable rage and disgust that any other person would explode under that pressure- so even if Derek treats him better for a time in trade for kindness, he refuses to show it often.

Even so, he clears his throat. “…D-.. Sir?” A name he is often ordered to use with force, and only with force. “Thhh… thank you.”

A glint appeared in Derek’s eye at the painfully given validation. He nodded back and gave him an all-too-cool, brushed-off mumble of a response, not wishing to expose the… embarrassing excitement. He watched Bree struggle to stand, limping off through his see-through curtains to finally lay down and rest up. Derek went back to his computer, first new tab he opened being DoorDash.

From here on out, Bree got his wish to remain lonely. The lesson was learned, the example was set, and no one wanted anything to do with Bree from there on out. It’s like everyone but Derek could see how the dynamic had ever so subtly changed.

Both of them now hold the end of a leash, and it is everyone else’s problem.

[laseracronym]

SFW Alphabet (Aizawa Shouta)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's pretty affectionate in his own ways, but it's more subtle in public. In public, he's not much for kisses and hugs, but he'll let you hug him. Mostly, he keeps close to you, drawing near enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, walking close enough that your hands or shoulders brush. He leans in close to you and speaks in soft tones just so that he can be in your space.

In private, he's very hands on, cuddly. He'll squeeze your hip as he walks by, put his arms around you from behind and push his face into your hair. He'll gently take your hands and ask about your day, he could spend hours listening to you, if only he had the time.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very loyal and protective. Shouta is dedicated to the people he cares about, no matter if his feelings are romantic or platonic.

You'd probably get to know each other through hero work, as that takes up a large portion of his time, so you would either be a hero yourself, or involved in the industry in some way. I think you'd have to be a bit persistent in order to become close to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He's a big cuddler, especially if it's a prelude to a nap, he loves taking a nap with you. He likes holding you close and resting his head on your chest. You'd be his personal pillow.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Marriage never really crossed his mind, part of him doesn't think he's capable of settling down with a partner. He's used to being on his own, putting distance between himself and others. I think for the right person, he would find himself considering more (when he falls, he falls hard) and it would lead him to reevaluate his life and his priorities.

I think he's pretty good at cleaning. Clutter can accumulate, there's always worksheets and paperwork left out and he's not the best about tidying up when he's so tired, but since he's so minimalist with what he owns it's not egregious. If not tidy, he keeps things clean, what needs scrubbing is scrubbed, the washing is washed.

He can cook very very basic meals but he's mostly a takeout/microwave/jelly pack fiend.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He'd do it in person, and be very blunt about it. He wouldn't try to be mean but he can be awkward with his feelings and he'd be pushing forward a stoic face to hide any of his own hurt feelings. Not the worst break up to experience, but not the gentlest either.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think the concept of commitment to him is more the promise between two people than the ceremony itself. That said, marriage appeals to him from a practical standpoint. He doesn't want to have to go through hoops to be by your side in an emergency. As soon as he realizes in love with you, he'd want to get married for that reason alone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's very physically gentle with you, especially if you're not a hero yourself. He always worries he's too rough with you, even just holding you close, like he might squeeze you too tight.

Emotionally, he's very blunt, he doesn't sugarcoat things. He's never been one to soften the blow. He tries, though, but it's a work in progress. He's also very awkward when it comes to vocalizing his affection. He has surprisingly tender, poetic thoughts about you, but the thought of voicing them makes his tongue twist in his mouth and his hands sweat like he's a schoolboy all over again.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs in private, bringing you into his arms whenever he has the chance. His hugs are warm, tight, and prolonged. You can feel the tension seep out of his body the moment he has a hold of you. He'll press his face into your hair or your shoulder and breathe you in. He won't let go for at least a minute or two.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A long while after realizing he's in love. He can be awkward with his feelings, and putting his heart out for someone else to see in a way that's so upfront and vulnerable would be surprisingly intimidating to him. There's not a lot that scares him, but saying "I love you" that first time would be terrifying.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He can get a little jealous, but only if someone else is actively hitting on you. If that happens, then he comes up to loom behind you and gives the other person a look that says "back off" and it's pretty damn effective. If you bring it up to him afterward, he'll act like he has no idea what you're talking about.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are slow and tender, unhurried. It's like he's trying to savor the taste of you. He loves to press a kiss to your temple or the side of your head, letting his lips rest there as he soaks in your presence. He appreciates any kiss from you, of course, but he's especially fond of when you kiss his stubbled jaw.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's great with kids, though it perplexes him. He's always sure that they'd be scared of him, but kids have a way of sensing a good soul and they see it in him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's not always there with you when you wake up, unfortunately. He's late to bed, early to rise. When he does have the morning off, he's impossible to wake up, rumbling and grumbling through your attempts to rouse him like a bear in hibernation. He's also very stubborn about you leaving the bed, he'll lay himself partially on top of you to keep you in place, pulling the blankets tight around the two of you and pressing his face into your collar bone. You'll just have to resign yourself to your fate, not that you're complaining very much.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Shouta are usually spent inside. Usually you both are together in the living room, talking or watching a movie or just cuddling with each other. Sometimes, you go out with mutual friends if they manage to convince Shouta, but a quiet evening at home is more his speed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It's very slow, bits and pieces over time with the occasional long talk in bed (he's always more open in the dark of the bedroom). It takes him a while to even start to open up, even once he trusts you. He's just used to locking pieces of himself away, not poking at the things that hurt him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn't get angry very often, especially with you unless you do something reckless that puts you in danger, but then that anger is a mask for his concern. More often than anger, he gets irritated and snappish when he's overstimulated. If you're ever threatened or seriously hurt, that might be when you see actual rage from him, but not towards you, obviously.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's very observant and remembers a lot of the little details about you. More than observant, he's genuinely interested in you, so it's easy for him to pay attention, to remember. It's through remembering these things that he finds another way to express his care, because his words often fall short (or at least he feels they do).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you held hands, that first contact, the first time he let you into his space and accepted your touch. He remembers how soft and small your hand was in his, the racing of his heart, the nerves that threatened to cut off his breath. He remembers the warmth that bloomed in his chest, the irrational, fuzzy, poetic thoughts that filled his head.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's very protective, maybe a little overprotective. If you're also a hero, he has your back in the field when he can, he keeps up to date on your activities and is willing to drop everything should you need backup. If you're not a hero, he'll make sure you have at least a little self-defense training for when you go out, he does everything he can to make sure villains don't find out about your connection to him, and when he's out with you, he's always at least a little on guard (another reason he prefers evenings at home)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's not one for planning dates or big romantic gestures, but he does pay attention to important events in your lives, especially if they're important to you. He's good about the little things, gifts and gestures and just making sure that he's contributing to your lives together. He remembers your favorite orders from restaurants and treats you like and runs a bath and gives you a massage when you've had a long day. He's very thoughtful.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's really bad about looking after himself. He puts everyone else before himself and doesn't know when to quit. You will be up worrying some nights.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't care about his looks, the only thing that's close to an exception is his facial hair. He likes having a bit of scruff and he hates the occasions where he has to shave it all off.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would. He didn't understand the concept until he fell for you, but suddenly he got it. You became an irreplaceable part of his very being, and it's as thrilling as it is terrifying to think about.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He truly, honestly doesn't care either way about having a wedding, but if you do have one, he will cry a little.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't want a partner that treats him too much like a "project". If a partner's too interested in changing core parts about him, then he's out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He loves a good nap, he can sleep just about anywhere at any time. He can somehow tell when the chaos around him is something that needs his attention or not, seemingly choosing when he can sleep through it.

(Let me know if there are any other characters you'd like me to do this for! I might do the NSFW version as well :3c)

[trappedinafantasy37]

Minthara reading everyone to filth upon recruitment is funny, but it also highlights just how paranoid she is. Realistically, it probably takes her a few days to figure everyone out rather than the instant she is recruited. When talking about all the companions, a common theme in all her responses relates to their combat capabilities and survivability, and points out their strengths and their weaknesses. She's not throwing shade or stirring the tea. Minthara is conducting a threat assessment. Minthara having very realistic and accurate readings of everyone is a trauma response, because she needs to know who they are and very quickly.

She is trying to figure out who is the most likely to kill her and why they would kill her. But also how they would go about it and is weighing her odds against them. She has to know their weaknesses in case she needs to exploit them, and she has to know their strengths so she can defend against them. And Minthara doesn't just consider their combat capabilities, but their psyche as well, using it as a factor to determine the likelihood of them ever coming after her specifically and how she can disarm them psychologically if need be. But you know who she doesn't provide her assessment for? You.

You are a conundrum. The moment you saved her, she has been curious of you, but wary. Although grateful you saved her, she doesn't understand why you saved her when she believes you had far more reason to either kill her or leave her behind. She wants to trust you, but her trust has always gotten her stabbed. She wants to have faith that her savior won't turn against her, but she has no reason to believe you won't. She spends the entirety of Act 2, watching you, analyzing you, trying to figure you out because she doesn't know what to do with you. She asks you some questions because she is still trying to figure out what motivates you. "Why come to Moonrise? Why raid the grove? Why knock me out?" In two of these questions, she is determining how likely you are to harbor any violent intent. And one of these questions is born of your history of bringing her harm. (Oh the irony of Minthara trusting you less if you knocked her out)

You're a potential enemy whose weakness she doesn't want to exploit, a potential enemy she doesn't want to have to defend herself against. And all this time she spends watching you, she finds things about you that she likes. Really likes. And while conducting her assessment of you, she falls in love with you, and it terrifies her because she still does not know if she is safe with you. So she asks you to share your mind and just tell her if you're safe and can be trusted. She doesn't want to guess anymore, and she doesn't want to come to a potential conclusion she doesn't like. She doesn't want to do the analysis, she doesn't want to be paranoid, she wants to trust you and feel safe with you. She needs to know that you are a safe person for her to love.

[tubbytarchia]

It seriously feels like there's more bitching about toxic FH in the flower husbands tag than there is actual toxic FH posts. It is really funny though. Man yells at cloud energy

[cannibalisticskittles]

saw someone say they didn't get the people with 'older rooks' romancing emmrich bc they made their rook 19/20 to play up the drama and uh

girl i don't know what kinda drama you think you're intensifying because it certainly isn't going to be romantic, emmrich already has hang-ups about age, he is not going to fall for a goddamned teenager

and even besides that, the timeline of the game establishes that rook has been traveling with varric for about a year, and with some backgrounds, the event that made rook leave their faction and start them on the path to meeting varric could have happened weeks to months before that

in no universe would varric see a fucking 17 year old and decide yep, that's who's gonna get a crucial part in stopping a plot that could end the world

[vimbry-moved]

oh hello shoe I've been waiting to see drop. sorta hoped you never would.

[widevibratobitch]

nothing sad but i need to bitch and im tired and need to frow up

[seilon]

every newer gen kpoppy who calls it revolutionary every time a big name bg member wears something vaguely skirt-like should be required to watch lee sungjong of infinite putting his whole pussy into performing coming of age ceremony by park jiyoon wearing the song's classic form-fitting black side-slitted dress with zero gimmicks way back in 2012

[medicinemane]

One big mistake people make is deciding that because someone they don't like enjoys something, that mean the something is bad

Easy example from my own life, Max who I'm no longer friends with and just... there were elements of a decent person in there once, but I don't think so anymore... anyway, Max likes Infected Mushroom

So my dad and my Mr Dumbass of a friend decided that Infected Mushroom is a bad band and it's like...

Mr Dumbass, you've been to a concert of there's with me and Max and another person (didn't care for the way the venue did things), you like them or at least have liked them... I'm pretty sure you introduced them to Max

They didn't become a bad band magically because one idiot likes them

Like people just lose the ability to judge things on merit when there's a chance to shit on something that someone they don't like enjoys and... it mostly screws you over and makes you look like a fool, you know?

So try not to do that, try not to shit on something just cause someone you don't like likes it

[snekdood]

Ppl gotta understand that just bc you do x thing because you're mentally ill, doesnt mean your actions dont have the same effect if you weren't. Like if you've been manipulative to your friends, you cant get mad at them for not sympathizing entirely with you when you go on about how they dont accept you for your mentally ilness. Regardless of your reason, you were still manipualtive, you fucked with peoples trust. Theyre still gonna have trust issues about you even if its bc of whatever mental illness you have.

[zoologica42]

Temperate Lake Dashboard Simulator

🐦‍⬛2xcrested_cormorant Follow Going to try and eat this weird fish

♻️🐦‍⬛2xcrested_cormorant Follow wilmdlife hopital

🐸rana-bufo Follow No one can ever truly understand what BULL4rog's music means to me 😭 this song in particular argrgrgrgrgrg the way he puffs out his vocal sack asdfghjk

BULL4rog: listen here on spotify ♻️🐸rana-bufo Follow I think I huave chytrid

🐟ilikeeatingminnowsFollow I just migrated here from finstagram please be nice

🐠powerbottomfeeder Follow

I have HAD IT with this lake, it’s the third day in a row we’ve had nitrates above 8 ppm and uug the algae, my allergies I can’t do this

♻️🐟carpy-diem Follow

Lol we regularly get nitrates up to 20 ppm in my lake ♻️🦞crawdaddy Follow uhhh you shouldn't be bragging about that, it's really unsafe ♻️🐟carpy-diem Follow suck it you little oligotrophic bitch

🐢snappturt Follow Dear Tumblr, am I the Basshole for the way I catch minnows? I was chatting with some of the guys I bask with and they said the way I catch minnows is problematic; What I do is I sit on the bottom of the lake, I hide myself in the mud and I open my mouth. My tongue looks a lot like a little worm so I wiggle it around- and because of that, minnows swim over and check it out. Once they get close enough, then I bite down and eat them. Some of my rockmates have told me that this is manipulative and toxic behavior- but they also eat minnows...I don't know guys...

🦆tree hole-nester-acorn-eater Follow

is it just me, or is this super homoerotic???

🐟bigpikexxl Follow liveblogging diving down to the bottom

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow dark

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow big log

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow rock

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow kinda cold

♻️🐟bigpikexxl Follow oh hi @deepwatersculpin!!!

♻️🐠deepwatersculpin Follow oh hey @bigpikexxl!!!

never thought i'd seen one of my mutuals irl!!! I didn't even know we lived in the same lake!!!

🐠Shadlad Follow I'm not sorry, and I'm not afraid to say it, if you're an introduced species, go dry yourself out. You're not welcome to eat up all of our resources and live in my ancestral longs and rock crags. These things are for us to relate to and not for you to squander.

♻️🦞crevice-steve Follow

Can't believe this type of fishcourse is still popular on this site, introduced species didn't choose to be introduced and have as much of a right to live as anyone else. Bigotry against introduced species is still bigotry and that's a hill I will dry on. ♻️🐠Shadlad Follow Go ahead, dry yourself out then ;) ♻️🪷nootnootnewt Follow Hey man, I hate invasive species as much as anyone else but please stop telling people to beach themselves for political reasons- yeah that includes inavsives too ♻️🦐typical_scud Follow Did you legit just use the word Invas*ve to describe introduced species? ♻️🦢flatfootswimmer Follow anyone in this thread eat pondweed?

♻️🐟largemouthbASS Follow A colab with my mutual @2xcrested_cormorant after they got released from the wildlife hospital. They haven't been on much since the Fish and Wildlife Service released them in the wrong lake and it took them a while to get back to their colony. We hope this guide will help you avoid accidentally eating/engaging with bait!

[sappho-of-suburbia]

eating a girl out for the first time? as someone with a couple of decades' experience (i started young, ok?), can i offer some advice?

take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.

tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.

enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.

learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.

you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?

build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.

chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.

if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.

if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.

when she can truly take no more, stay close to her as you drift away from her cunt. kiss your way up her tummy and her chest, let her taste herself on your lips as you hold her and let her ride out the aftershocks. trail your fingertips over her back. whisper in her ear. tell her everything you loved about eating her out.

[hellokittyish]

continuation of this.

★ thinking about choso who, despite having only recently lost his virginity to you, easily has the highest sex drive out of any of your previous partners.

he's practically always raring to go, no matter where you are, what time it is, or who you're surrounded by — it all blends into nothing more than mere background noise, the only coherent thought left in his mind being that he needs to have you.

he doesn't know exactly what happened... but ever since his first time with you, it's like a switch he never even knew was there has flipped, leaving him physically unable of going even a few hours without feeling your sweet warmth wrapped around him.

and he'll be all desperate and whiny about it to begin with, pale cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and clammy hands fiddling restlessly with the sleeves of his shirt as he timidly asks if the two of you can go someplace more private.

but the moment you're behind closed doors, it's just like that night all over again, with choso swiftly pinning you to the nearest wall and unforgivingly jackhammering the entire length of his cock up into you over and over again, all the while grunting incoherent words against the shell of your ear.

and if you do manage to make out any of his slurred speech, it'll usually be along the lines of "couldn't help myself, you just looked s'good today." or "i-i think you've ruined me... all i can t-think about anymore is being inside this tight, perfect little pussy. 's not fair."

it's almost like having two entirely different boyfriends; the usual shy, quiet version of him that hides behind you during conversations with strangers — and the rough, overly vocal version of him that only rears its not-so-ugly head while he's fucking you.

not that you'll ever be caught complaining. because after all, it's like having the best of both worlds.

[ame-to-ame]

anyway realizing i share the same indignation towards things that feel senselessly wrong but unlike nina i just run away from it point blank 🤠👍

[anistarrose]

Please don't tune out when you get to the non-partisan section of your ballot this November. First off, where state Supreme Court justices are elected, Republicans are trying their darndest to elect candidates who will destroy reproductive freedom, gut voting rights, and do everything in their power to give "contested" elections to Republicans. Contrast Wisconsin electing a justice in 2023 who helped rule two partisan gerrymanders unconstitutional, versus North Carolina electing a conservative majority in 2022, who upheld a racist voter ID law and a partisan gerrymander that liberal justices had previously struck down both of.

Second, local judicial offices will make infinitely more of an impact on your community than a divided state or federal legislature will. District and circuit courts, especially, are where criminalization of homelessness and poverty play out, and where electing a progressive judge with a commitment to criminal justice reform can make an immediate difference in people's lives.

It's a premier example of buying people time, and doing profound-short-term good, while we work to eventually change the system. You might not think there will be any such progressive justices running in your district, but you won't know unless you do your research. (More on "research" in a moment.)

The candidates you elect to your non-partisan city council will determine whether those laws criminalizing homelessness get passed, how many blank checks the police get to surveil and oppress, and whether lifesaving harm reduction programs, like needle exchanges and even fentanyl test strips, are legal in your municipality. Your non-partisan school board might need your vote to fend off Moms for Liberty candidates and their ilk, who want to ban every book with a queer person or acknowledgement of racism in it.

Of course, this begs the question — if these candidates are non-partisan, and often hyper-local, then how do I research them? There's so much less information and press about them, so how do I make an informed decision?

I'm not an expert, myself. But I do think/hope I have enough tips to consist of a useful conclusion to this post:

Plan ahead. If you vote in person, figure out what's on your ballot before you show up and get jumpscared by names you don't know. Find out what's on your ballot beforehand, and bring notes with you when you vote. Your city website should have a sample ballot, and if they drop the ball, go to Ballotpedia.

Ballotpedia in general, speaking of which. Candidates often answer Ballotpedia's interviews, and if you're lucky, you'll also get all the dirt on who's donating to their campaign.

Check endorsements. Usually candidates are very vocal about these on their websites. If local/state progressive leaders and a couple unions (not counting police unions lol) are endorsing a candidate, then that's not the end of my personal research process per se, but it usually speeds things up.

Check the back of the ballot. That's where non-partisan races usually bleed over to. This is the other reason why notes are helpful, because they can confirm you're not missing anything.

I've seen some misconceptions in the reblogs, so an addendum to my point about bringing notes on the candidates: I strongly suggest making those notes a physical list that you bring polling place with you. Many states do allow phones at the polling place, but several states explicitly don't — Nevada, Maryland, and Texas all ban phones, and that may not be an exhaustive list. There may also be states that allow individual city clerks to set policies.

You should also pause and think before you take a photo of your ballot, because even some states that don't ban phones still ban ballot photographs. But whether it's a photo, or just having your phone in general — in an environment as high-risk for voter suppression as the current one, you don't want even a little bit of ambiguity about your conduct. Physical notes are your friends.