obsessed with the return of buddie's fucked up, unknowing jealousy. i think that locker room scene does it incredibly well especially for the first episode because both of them are keeping pretty big things from each other that i guarantee they would have told each other about immediately minus marisol and natalia. but eddie doesn't tell buck about christopher's first date, for long enough that it's been planned and he's asked his girlfriend to help chaperone, because a subconscious part of him wants to punish buck for dating natalia. and buck doesn't tell eddie anout breaking up with natalia, which seems like it happened at least a little while ago, because he doesn't want to be single in the face of eddie's new relationship and if there's a little hidden part of him that wants eddie to think he's taken by the death doula just a little while longer well.

i need to go out to some woodsy area and make a burrow in the dry leaves while it's cold out tbh. surely this would fix me

sick as hell thinking about how normal assumed that the reason he feels unloved is because his dad has always blamed him a little bit for the falling out of his own family and that it’s always been normals fault so no wonder his dad isn’t proud of him. except sparrow already told normal the reason he said he wasn’t proud he said it was because he was just so worried for normals happiness and future it twisted into a negative thing we literally already know this. thinking about how sparrow tells little normal that one day normal is never going to forgive him for what he’s done nor does sparrow think he should and thinking about how sparrow says normal is too kind for their world and that’s why he’s so worried, because the world is mean and normal is kind and one day it’s going to destroy him. it has destroyed him. do you think sparrow knows that if normal had found out the truth in any other way he might’ve forgiven his dad for it? do you think that’s what sparrow was so afraid of, why sparrow held himself at an arms distance? what would be worse? the son that you doomed a world for finding out about you and hating you just as you knew he would, or the son that you kept at a distance finding out and forgiving you for it forcing you to confront the fact that maybe you aren’t the irredeemable monster you think you are and maybe that your parents were wrong? what would be worse? would it be easier to just never let yourself truly bond to your son not because you blame him for anything but because you loved him enough to doom a world for him and you’ve been told that was the wrong decision and now you don’t know what to do with yourself? and now your son doesn’t think you like him and he’s wrong you love him so much you tried so hard to protect him from this. and you never get the chance to tell him as much because the actual monster of the story stole your face. what would you do in that scenario? i don’t know.

hey so feel free to delete this if its inappropriate/not the right time to share it

i’m a trans woman and (obviously) i can’t get pregnant, but i did get sexually assaulted by some guys trying to show was one of them. and also having an m marker has caused issues with trying to access resources and shit.

idk this isnt the same thing and all but my point is that im standing with u as some random trans woman with vaguely parallel experiences and im sorry to hear its somehow even worse & more likely for some of yall.

I wanr to preface this with a disclaimer, to get things out of the way first.

I am not trying to say that trans women do not experience devastating sexual assaults. They do. Quite often. Though to me, even once is too often. Rape and sexual assault are terrible, awful things. It's horrible that anyone has been made to go through this.

Nor am I trying to say that your M marker doesn't get in the way of things. When it comes to the domestic violence you experience, or the homelessness rates, or a determination of what prison you go to (esp since y'all are more likely to be wrongfully accused and arrested), or the various aspects of your own reproducive healthcare, your agab and gender marker is absolutely used as a weapon against you.

The question was asked for a unique example. Unfortunately, the conversation around reproductive rights is much different for me than it is for you. But it's also much different for me than for cis women and cis men as well. Those without a functional uterus cannot get pregnant. Those who cannot get pregnant are not forcibly married off to be raped until pregnant as a means of detransition and correction. This misogyny we share with cis women.

However an added aspect of that is that if this happens after we've changed our legal documents, an additional layer of transphobia occurs when insurances and doctors see our M or X markers and deny us care out of hand. Now we are stuck with a pregnancy we don't want and constant reminder of what happened to us, or a huge medical bill with devastating financial consequences.

And that's just for those who got out safety- for those who rely on shelters, again the choice becomes detransition for safety at a woman's shelter, or struggle in silence as a man. That, we share with you, though for different reasons.

A unique interection of transphobia and misogyny specifically experienced by trans men was asked for. That is what I provided. Much like how in Crenshaw's essays one could not provide a complete understanding of "because woman" or "because black" because neither would show the full picture of "because black woman", it is not possible to describe this fully as "because trans " or "because man" because the complete "because trans man" must be provided.

I am of the opinion that there is very little "unique" about oppression- mostly that the various points of intersection change its face. In other words, I think trans men share a lot with trans women, and I don't think that's a bad thing. I also think that doesn't disclude something from earning its own name or having its own place to be talked about.

I have hesitated to post those statistics because they can so easily be twisted to say "trans women don't experience these things" or "trans men have it worse". But, a look at the graphs say the first isn't true, it just happens at a statistically less rate. The second, well, I personally don't think it's useful to quantify who has it worse. I once was in that mindset, apologizing to my mentor (an older trans woman) for complaining about my problems because obviously she had it so much worse.

She told me she doesn't like to think about it like that. For her, she would rather be raped than killed. For me, I would rather be killed than raped. Who has it "worse" depends entirely on perspective. Murder and rape are both terrible crimes to be a victim of. Rather than weighing this violence in a scale, more effort should be put into stopping it from happening in the first place. I think she was very wise. I'm lucky to have known her.

I'm sorry that happened to you. I would like to reach across the table and take your hand, to walk forward into the future together. I think we are stronger when united in this world that hates us. You are my sister. We may fight like siblings, but you're still family.

yk what just kinda frustrates me a bit? it’s that whenever someone hates on taylor swift, i need to defend her, not bc i think she can do no wrong ever, but because they always choose the wrong things to criticize.

like if someone tries to say shit abt the i hate it here 1830s lyric to me? i’m obligated to point out that uh no it’s not racist, literally look at the next fucking line, you idiot. she’s saying the exact opposite of what you’re implying. nostalgia is a mind’s trap.

and if someone tries to call her a climate terrorist, then i’m going to have to point out that yes, she uses a private plane a lot, but she’s not even in the top 30 of celebs with highest carbon emissions. if you really want to criticize a celebrity and not the huge factories/companies that are polluting the air, then focus on travis scott

but like?? you could literally choose any argument that doesn’t have to do with literal false information. or better yet, you don’t even need a reason! say you don’t vibe with her music and that is literally none of my business. good for you. enjoy whatever music you like. but don’t try and put yourself on this moral pedestal for hating on this musician who doesn’t even know you exist and let me listen to the grand theft auto lyric in peace.

Okay so one of my favorite things about Fitzsimmons in AOS is that Fitz, the man of science, is absolutely, explicitly convinced that he and Simmons are doomed by the narrative. The universe doesn’t want us together. We’re cursed. And though she doesn’t believe him at first, things keep happening and they get pulled apart over and over again, and in time logical, analytical Simmons can’t help but agree. We’re cursed.

But then we get these moments in S4, 5, and 6, when Simmons is at her lowest, at her most hopeless and nihilistic, where Daisy takes her by the shoulders and reminds her of the truth—you and Fitz were meant to be together. It says so much that Daisy, who is associated with so much relational instability, is the one who recognizes their relationship as a constant and grounds her in this, and illustrates so plainly that Fitzsimmons are the backbone of the entire team. The health of their relationship is the glue that holds the team together.

And that’s when they realize—it’s not important that the universe keeps tearing them apart, it’s that they always find their way back to each other again. And that’s when you see this steady determination come over the both of them. No more destiny, no more doom—only their faith in their commitment that they will always find each other in the dark. They are Orpheus and Eurydice, thrown over and over again into the darkness and forced to blindly lead each other out—but they always make it out.

They go to war with the narrative and they win. Insane

7.2k into this nightmare of a 2nd person fic and the “what the fuck am I DOING” mood is starting to hit. giving me access to a word processor was a mistake. I wanted a quick little two-scene oneshot but it’s getting longer

->Miche

-> Double penetration

As in, toys? Or? Teamwork? If so: WHO’S HELPING????👁️ 👁️

toys AND teamwork - just depends on the night

keen to use any one of the several toys in the bedside table. for his partner, he stocks an array, sizes ranging from a cute butt plug to a glass dildo that replicates his size and girth. to add, his long and calloused fingers reach around to your front and dip down your throat. miche is all about filling you up.

and sometimes, he recognizes, that's best done with help. miche calls on erwin when you're craving depth and hands. he summons levi when you want to be fought for and lusted over. when you want a show or the princess treatment, all three are at your service.

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now i want to write the miche-erwin-levi-reader orgy asdfghjk you may be interested in the miche x reader x levi i wrote here.

do you think Bill invests in really good optometry. He's an infamous criminal but he still goes in for an eye exam every six months

if you see someone w a cool pin you shld always compliment them on it, it’ll make their day

I made this for ur box but it crashed when I tried to send. anyway she has been listening to marinette talk about Adrien’s calves for the last 18 minutes

aaaaaa thank you for sending it to me despite it crashing. my eyes desperately needed to see this. poor alya. when will someone rescue her 😭

(also your style looks so cool like this?? there is something so. textured yet round about it. idk how to describe it but i really like it)

thinking about last new years eve. I went on this date with this beautiful girl but she didn't speak English and my Spanish was not good but I stumbled through it for her <3 then I went and I swam in the ocean when it turned past midnight.

Some ideas for how magic works in the STF universe for my fic! Some of this *may* be able to be Headcanons? I’m not far enough yet to see whether or not there’s anything notable to contradict it yet. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!

One of the main questions I had was what the difference in a witch vs a sorcerer was in the show. I mean, they both use magic, right? But isn’t Cedric’s mom referred to as a sorcerer? And wasn’t Ms. Nettle’s disguise referred to as a sorcerer as well? So, then, if female sorcerers aren’t witches, what defines the two? It isn’t good vs evil either, because Lucinda never calls herself a sorcerer, just a “good witch”

My idea thus far is that witches (and wizards) are born with magic inside of them that they can harness and use at their will, whilst sorcerers command the magic in the areas around them.

I guess technically fairies could be considered witches as well under this rule, but I figure fairies are more of a non-human species, while witches (in my reasoning) are a human species.

This makes two categories of humans that use magic: either they’re a witch born with strong magic in them that they control, or they’re a sorcerer who commands the magic around them

I also like to believe that witches can’t do what sorcerers do and vise versa, but I’m open to changing that if the need arises.

Frank castle introspection ahoy

Frank used to go to church every Sunday. Maria went with him. He doesn’t remember when that changed, but sometime between Lisa and Frankie, they were only going on holidays.

Maybe it was the tours. There’s not much time for praying when you do the things Frank was doing, and when there is, it doesn’t quite feel worth it. It doesn’t quite feel real. It’s hard to reconcile with thou shalt not kill when killing becomes Frank’s job.

He remembers there was a time when he thought there was a difference. That the Bible says not to murder, but doesn’t say not to kill. That the distinction is malice; that when you murder somebody, you’ve done wrong. But killing somebody—that’s just execution. And somebody’s got to do it.

Nowadays, Frank doesn’t feel like there’s a difference at all. Nowadays, it feels like if he stepped into a church, he’d burst into flames.

Maybe that’s why Red bugs him so much.

—

Catholicism has a way of sticking with you, whether you were raised in it and left, or stuck with it. Frank can smell it on Red a mile away. It’s the guilt, and the way he says “killing is wrong”, and “everyone deserves a second chance”.

Frank used to believe that too. He still does, to some extent. He agrees with the former, but can’t reconcile with the latter.

Frank used to believe there was a difference between killing and murder. What he did overseas, for a while he thought that was killing. And since it was killing, and not murder, he wasn’t sinning.

Maybe that’s how he was still able to hold his wife after every terrible thing his hands did.

He doesn’t believe that anymore. He thinks that when you kill someone, you kill someone, regardless of malice aforethought. He thinks that what he did was wrong. He thinks his hands are too bloody now for anything tender, and if he’s already here—if he’s already crossed this line a hundred times for officers he didn’t even like—the absolute fucking least he can do is cross it a few more for the only people he cared about.

He doesn’t think he’s in the right. Frank knows for Goddamn certain that what he’s doing, it’s messed up. But Frank? He’s doomed. He’s hell-bound and he knows it. And if he’s headed that direction already, he can afford to avenge his family. His wife, his kids—they didn’t deserve to die.

These men, though. They killed his family. They killed the last good things Frank was holding onto.

And here’s the thing. Killing a person isn’t something Frank takes lightly. It’s wrong, and somewhere in his Catholic-raised body he knows it. But these men deserve it. God knows they deserve it. And maybe it’s not his job, maybe he’s supposed to sit back and let God mete out the punishment for those who do wrong, but Frank—

Frank can’t. There’s no coming back from the things he did. And he wants to be sure that he takes these bastards with him. 

If he dies alongside them, all the better. He’ll never get to see his family again—they’ll be in a better place than where he’s going—but their murderers will burn with him, and that’s enough. That’s enough.

That has to be enough.

—

Every time Red corners him on a rooftop or in an alley, the conversation always turns to Frank’s wrongs, spat out between traded blows. What’s irritating about that is that Frank fucking knows all those already.

Even if he still believes in heaven, still believes in hell, sometimes he can’t bring himself to believe in God. Or at least, not a wholly good God. If God is real; if God is wholly man and wholly God; if God has never sinned and is wholly good—how the hell is Frank supposed to accept that a wholly good God let Maria die? Let his babies die?

Frank’s bones are still Catholic, and they know that killing is wrong. But the rest of Frank believes that some people deserve to die anyway. And when someone eventually kills him, out of revenge or justice or what have you, he’ll deserve that too.

He hopes Red isn’t the one to do it. He might think Red is a pretentious asshole, but Frank is pretty sure Red wouldn’t survive killing someone. Frank might not believe all the things Catholicism hammered into his head, but Red is still one hundred percent committed.

Frank doesn’t want him to lose that. Frank doesn’t want Red to end up like him. And there’s an irony there, really, because Red doesn’t even know how close he is to being Frank.

One bad day. One bad day, and there’s a second Punisher out in the world. Frank’s self-aware enough to know that that’s a bad thing.

it's just me and my Homegoods' autumn leaf print in black microfiber blanket against the world