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Bear sploots

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Bit telling that for years and years evangelical religious extremists have been allowed on university campuses with their bullhorns and horrific imagery where they harass students into physical altercations and when students complain to the university’s administration they just shrug their shoulders citing freedom of speech but when those same tuition-paying students start protesting against war and genocide they call SWAT

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Control - Prince Nuada x Reader

Summary - R has locked themselves in their room. Hellboy knowing that Nuada is in love with them convinces him to go and check in on her.

"I see we are missing miss L/n, once again." Klauss, grumbled as he scanned his files, Nuada glaring at him. "Does anyone have any clue what's happening with her?" Manning asked pinching the bridge of his nose in a huff. The agents looked down and he sighed and continued with the meeting.

Red, nudged Nuada who shoved his hand away. "What could you possibly want!" Nuada lowly hissed, "hey, I need you to do something for me."

"What!?"

"Get Y/n to leave her room. She came back from her mission and she hasn't left her room yet. Look, I know you have a thing for her." Nuada scoffed and rolled his eyes. "How dare you insinuate -"

Hellboy laughed dryly, "I'm not insinuating anything princess. I'm saying your in love with her and now she needs you." With that the prince left the room with a scoff. The meeting not yet concluded, everyone watching him stride down the hallway from the windows.

His boots echoed down the dim lifted halls. The agents nodding, or just immediately getting out of his way. He came to her door, it felt like there was a anchor on his chest. When he knock there was no answer. "Y/n?" Nothing. He tried again and he was given the same result.

His patience growing shorter and shorter. "Y/n, I haven't seen you in days! Please, open the door!" He called stepping back ready to kick in the door until he hear fine lock click.

His heart opened the door. Her hair disheveled, her eyes and nose red, the door is opened ever so slightly. He can only see so much of her room but he cans see things have been tossed. Everything a mess. Her once organized room. A chaotic disorganized cell. "You lost control?" He asked, and she nodded and was about to close the door u til he caught it. His strong grip not letting the door move an inch.

"Please, don't push me away."

"Nuada, please, I don't want to hurt you." She uttered taking a step back. He chuckled dyly, letting himself in. Each step she took he counted. "Oh my dear, you could never." She shook her head. And hugged herself, her back being pushed against the wall of her bedroom.

Nuada used his arms to cornered her, "Nuada please I'm telling you. I've not had control lately for your safety, please." He shook his head holding her face in his hands. "You're so stuck in your own head my sweet girl." He mumbled kissing crease of her nose. Her eyes flutter close.

"when was the last time you slept?" Y/n, eased into his touch. "A few days give or take." She whispered and she could of sworn he growled. Her eyes flicked open, "well then, shall we?"

He brought his hand to her lower back and guided her to the bed. "Will you join me?" She ask, her voice dripping with honey. Melting the princes heart. "I would be honored." He pulled back the covers and her brought her to the bed with him. They played together. Her head on his chest, he played with her hair. Soon her breathing slowed and she fell fast asleep.

Nuada basked in the domestication of it all. Her in his chest. Running his fingers though her hair. The way her arms snakes around his nake. "Nuada?" She whispered ever so softly, "Yes?"

"Thank you." He didn't say anything, he want to say anything for you.

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what the point of mmf threesomes if the dudes don’t fag out a lil

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Just got this recommended to me:

"the discomfort this story provides on many levels" to YOU! I'm here busting a fat one at the dark homoerotic shota subtext in the dark homoerotic shota manga by the shotacon artist. We ain't the same.

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A collection of omens from the prairies 🤞🌾🌾

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Hellboy II: The Golden Army | dir. Guillermo del Toro

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need my dick sucked so bad but i have this stupid ass vagina

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U.S. conservatives always talk about creating jobs but get SO MAD whenever anyone mentions banning prison labor like imagine the insane ammout of jobs that would be created literally overnight if companies in your country had to actually employ people instead of using slave labor from people that got caught with weed 10 years ago.

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Since the OP made their post unrebloggable (and blocked me. Both actions they are well in with their right to do)

I'm going to make my response it's own post because I think the point is important

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As someone who is autistic and has BPD and CPTSD and loads of trauma yes you sometimes need to change how you interact with others to keep people around

When I was 13 I hit the few friends I had when I was angry

I had to change that in order to keep those friendships

When I was in my early 20s if I was losing an disagreement with my husband I would threaten to kill myself. My husband told me it hurt him and was cruel and manipulative behaviour, because it was.

So I worked hard to change that to keep my relationship

It's easy to say "I shouldn't have to change for others" and that's true to an extent. You shouldn't change your interests or passions or dim your light. And you should have space to be imperfect and flawed and not have to pretend your ugly bits aren't real. But if something you are doing it causing other people harm you kinda need to change that.

That's called "living in a society"

People adapt to each other and make space for each other in their lives. You adapt to them and they adapt to you

You start being more diligent about throwing away the empty toilet roll because it really bothers them. They start warning you before they run the blender because you hate loud noises

I stopped threatening to kill myself because I was mad I was losing an argument and my husband stopped being so vocally judgemental amount media he personally dislikes

There is a certain type of person who heard the phrase "your emotions are valid" and took that to mean "my emotional reactions and my behaviour are always objectively correct because my emotions are valid and if you have an emotional response or react to what I'm doing negatively then you are wrong and you can't be hurt because my emotions are valid"

And that's a recipe for disaster

Your emotions are valid to feel. They are how you feel and there are reasons you feel the way you do

However, your reactions and behaviour are something you can learn to control and can be irrational

We live in a society and we as people change each other as we interact and that isn't necessarily a bad thing

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I am once again thinking about digging holes

It's so fucked up that digging a bunch of holes works so well at reversing desertification

I hate that so much discourse into fighting climate change is talking about bioenginerring a special kind of seaweed that removes microplastics or whatever other venture-capital-viable startup idea when we have known for forever about shit like digging crescent shaped holes to catch rainwater and turning barren land hospitable

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