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itspyon · 5 months

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how to adapt into dtblr culture for twitter refugees

so you've decided to move here from twitter. welcome and congratulations. this post is basically a big warning that goes THIS ISN'T TWITTER, DON'T BEHAVE LIKE IT IS, LEAVE THAT AT THE DOOR

i'll be teaching you two things, how the site works, and how to adapt your behavior to tumblr ( and really, normal human being ) culture. believe me, it's not that hard and it will actually feel very productive

let's start with the basics and frequent questions

your username can be anything, don't stress about it

your picture can be anything. a lot of us don't even have dteam related stuff up on our profile

your display name doesn't have to be your name. nobody is going to see it when you post, only usernames are visible

check your settings. do it. get familiar with them. turning on and off asks, turning anon off, turning submissions off. click on your blog, go to blog settings, check things there, go to account, your muted things will be there, go to dashboard and customize that. use your settings !!!

yes, pinned posts are fairly important and they tend to be pretty extensive. name age what you post about ( a lot of people here are multifandom !), just don't overshare ( no locations no trigger lists i beg you ). they also usually have a breakdown of your tags at the end

tags

it's a whole thing. some are actually useful. some are just passive commentary

the tags you put on posts ( both when you made the post and when you're reblogging something ) are both global and hosted on your profile. it's why you'll see things like "nameofperson art" rather than just "art". using just "art" will put you in the promoted tag, in this case

you can use spaces on your tags

usually you will tag what type of post you're making ( art, text post, ask post ), and then the contents keep in mind this is how people often mute things, some people tag the current situation, people use and mute ship tags. but this is also how people find things, like the specific asks from one person to another, so "username ask" is commonly used, "irl person ( dream, dnf, etc )" is also seen a lot just watch how others tag things and copy them. nobody will get offended you took their tag formatting, most of us will appreciate properly tagged posts

you do tag when you reblog people. you use tags to comment on things. don't really use replies unless you're, saying thank you to someone or pointing out a spell mistake or asking to add an option to a poll, etc. we don't do replies, just rb your reply

quick reblog and like deets

post popularity is measured in "notes" which is the sum of replies, reblogs and likes. we don't really care much about numbers here and if you start getting crazy about it people will not like it. this is more of a talking and showing site

you can reblog without tags, feel free to

you can hide your likes. you can and should like as many things as you want. they don't alter any algorithm, since there's none. a like is a "i saw this post" notification to the poster

actually posting

people talk a lot. a fucking lot, and it's something you will have to get used to, because it's very different from twitter

there are no qrts. callouts are looked down upon. breathe. if you don't like something MUTE IT DON'T POST ABOUT IT, because no one is going to listen to any callouts. you will have to learn to live with the fact people like things you don't. this will, with time, make you feel very free

the bulk of posting here is asks, as you might notice soon. asks are fun and encouraged. just don't name drop if you're talking about drama please ?

don't be scared to send asks off anon, this is how people will find you and get to know you really. people are also more likely to reply to you

block bait anons. yes you can block anons. yes it will block every blog they make

culture time

i've said this. tumblr is unserious. drama here is approached very differently and with several less layers of panic. you will see death threats. you will see slurs ( said in non derogatory ways ). you will see jokes about serious topics. you will see people say "i didn't like this" and nobody will care

tumblr is a community of individualism. you will like your own things within the thing we share we like. you might not like dream's music, you might not find irl streams entertaining, as long as you're fucking normal about it ? nobody will care and you're free to express your opinions. people will even come ask you about it and just have a chat. we're here for the same content to some degree

tumblr is also a bunch of people who understand they like another bunch of people. that none of the streamers have stopped being human. so you might see people defend things that, maybe, you'd not have thought to defend before. maybe you're even uncomfortable seeing them defending it. this is something you will experience a lot, and you'll learn to properly deal with it as time passes

because again. no one does callouts here unless it is extremely bad. no one cares if you don't really like them. and they also accept people might and will not like them. and that is fine. and that doesn't make either person horrible. you're just different people. and you don't even have to interact

you want to make friends ? ask people things, compliment people's work, genuinely attempt to make conversation. this is not an impersonal website the way twitter is. people don't care about your opinions because they care about you, and you are more than what you don't like

the more positive and jokey and interactive you are the more people will talk to you. there's no "hitting the algorithm", there's no "engagement", it's just people talking to people. so don't be a neg posting bot, and be a person

you will learn to be less miserable. you learn to stop giving a shit and just do what makes you happy. they cannot get you here. there's no qrts. the few antis you'll find can be blocked and you'll never have to directly interact with one. don't be mean to the people in your own community, even if you disagree

again, you are more than what you don't like. learn to be what you like instead. and leave the dooming at the door

#pyon long post #if you have any questions feel free to ask #i will be happy to attach them with a reblog

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yuquinzel · 9 months

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— crush culture.

feat. itoshi rin. fluff !! i love rin. maybe inspired by a tiktok. itoshi rin definitely has a crush on you.

“do you think i have a tell for when i lie?” you question, eyes absently trailing off deep in your thoughts. isagi hums from beside you, flicking his gaze to you in seconds as he ponders your words. “yeah, you definitely do. I can tell when you’re lying so easily.”

“wait, what is it? what’s my tell?”

“you avoid eye contact when you’re lying, I’ve noticed that like, everytime you say you ‘forgot’ to bring your homework.” he laughs, you gasp.

“no fucking way,” you breathe a sigh of utter disbelief, brows knitting together.

“yeah, you do that when we ask you about rin-chan too!” bachira joins in, and suddenly all pairs of eyes on the table are set on him— including your widened and hesitant ones.

“oh my god, totally. she just refuses to look at you if you ask her anything about him.” you don’t like the teasing undertone to reo’s words, the way everyone is narrowing their eyes at you with mischief flashing in their gazes.

it makes you shrink in your seat a little, “what’s that supposed to mean...”

“YOU DID IT AGAIN!”

“SHUT UP I DID NOT!”

truthfully, you’re aware you can’t maintain eye contact with anyone when you’re directly asked about the nature of your relationship with rin. you can’t look at your friends in the eye and say that “no, i only think of him as friend.”

“YOU’RE TOTALLY AVOIDING OUR EYES RIGHT NOW!”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE ANNOYING ME!”

you expect reo to retort, say something that’s definitely meant to annoy you even further. but he goes quiet instead, eyes trailing off and resting somewhere behind you. you follow his gaze, and surprise! surprise!— it lands on none other than the subject of your ordeal.

all eyes turn to him as he makes his way towards your table— he’s actually on his way past it, but you stop him just before he can pass you by. “where are you going?” you say, the answer already echoing in your mind.

you feel reo’s overly excited gaze on you at your laughable attempt to start a conversation with rin— there it goes, all your attempts to refute the supposed allegations of your crush on him.

“...to my desk.” he gestures towards his spot, a charming calmness to his words and a softer look in his eyes as he talks to you. it doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends, and someone coos in the distance.

“oh,” you say, a little hesitantly. “just sit here... with us.” with me. you leave that part out.

rin ponders your words, looking back and forth between you and his table. you almost regret saying anything when he doesn’t reply. but then he takes a seat beside you, which, truthfully— is a surprise to no one because there are plenty of empty seats on the table.

which prompts the question from everyone, their eyes brimming with a hunger for teenage romance, any sparks of it lighting up their eyes like fireworks.

“rin-chan, you totally have a crush on y/n! don’t you?” bachira asks, risking his life for an answer everyone wants.

you are left gaping at your friends like an idiot, dumbfounded as you struggle to form words. you see rin stiffen in his spot, followed by his immediate denials. “what? no. no, i don’t. don’t just casually say shit like that.”

“oh my god, his ears are red!” reo laughs.

“HEY THAT’S HIS TELL FOR WHEN HE’S LYING!” bachira’s voice makes you snap your head to turn to rin again, a shade of deep maroon blooming on his ears, extending to his cheeks as well.

immediately, rin is covering his ears, “shut the fuck up! i have no tell for lying.” followed by empty threats and more coos from your friends.

but all you can really see is the glow of warm hues setting in further into his skin, and his attempts to hide his ears even more when he catches you looking at him.

me posting my drafts when i’m on hiatus :’)

#❀˖° ─ hana writes.#itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin fluff #rin x reader fluff #rin drabble #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader fluff #bllk x you #bllk fluff

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langernameohnebedeutung · 8 months

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So I noticed something interesting linguistically during my Spanish lessons but then I couldn't find a reason why and thought maybe you would have an idea?

Why does the word 'German' change so much from language to language? I mean you said Deutsch but we say German. But then in Spanish, it's Alemán. That's a massive change across three language. And I know they're from different language families but it still seems like a big change, I wonder why

I mean...yeah, it's kind of a situation

The thing is, Germany was only united as a single country in 1871. Before that, it was really a conglomerate of many different small cities, dukedoms, and kingdoms under the Holy Roman Empire (and before that: Tribes)

Modern-day Germany was just beyond the edge of civilisation during ancient times - Everything to the west and South, including France and England, was conquered and named and cartographed by the Romans but Germania was what was on the "other side":

The beige part was where civilisation ended for the Romans. Everything beyond the Limes was barbarian woods and most attempts to conquer there ended in military disasters like the battle of the Teuteburger Forest so ...not much progress was being made.

The name "Germania", that was used for EVERYTHING beyond the Limes border was apparently adopted from the word the Gauls used for the peoples they knew were living right there on the other side - and which meant something like "people of the forest" or possibly "neighbours" (which means the Romans might have done that ancient thing where they asked the Gauls: "Who lives over there?" and the Gauls were "Oh, yeah, those guys are our neighbours who sometimes come to our markets and that we fight with sometimes and who talk a little weird" and the Romans were like: "Ah, so the name of everyone living in the great beyond is 'Neighbours' and just stamped that name on a large chunk of the continent full of people who had never met a Gaul and had never heard of the word "Germania")

And because that area wasn't centralised the way the former colonies of Rome were, this pattern continued - when "states" (there was no modern-day statehood then, I guess the closest word would be "Reiche" but that would be Empires in English but that also doesn't describe it accurately and Reich has a Connotation in English and kingdom suggests a kind of continuity that didn't exist yet...) interacted with the people who lived in these lands, they often falsely assumed a level of social cohesion that didn't exist. One example is when Charlemagne pushed East, he would often make deals with the pagan Saxon tribes to please stop raiding all the nice monasteries he tried to establish - but it happened again and again, and people at the time concluded that the Saxons simply didn't honour their word. The problem was, that the Saxons were not united under one ruler and were not one cohesive tribe - so just because one of them made a deal to stop raiding monasteries, this doesn't mean anyone else got the memo or felt obliged to stop plundering those monks.

Even today, this kind of happens: Like "teutonic" being used for "german" because Teutons were a German tribe or people identifying Germany with Bavaria bc they hear a lot about the Oktoberfest or "Prussian" and "German" being equated because between 1871 and 1918, the Hohenzollern, being both the royal House of Prussia and the Kaiserhaus, largely dictated Germany's foreign policy and impression to the rest of the world, and even before that posing the biggest counter-weight to the Austrian/Austro-Bavarian role on the German-speaking playing field and often symbolising the different cultures (e.g. protestant vs catholic) existing across the German-countries-minus-Switzerland.

And this is also how the name thing happened: "Deutsch" just means "of the people" and was largely used for the language (hence "Dutch", being a very similar language to German, also having that very similar name, except, since they were the "Low Countries" (flat as a pancake land) of the Holy Roman Empire, they eventually took that name for themselves and their language when they became independent - the Netherlands speaking nederlands, while Belgish dutch-speakers speak "vlaams" after the region "Flanders") But since Germany never "separated" from the Holy Roman Empire but is largely considered its successor, there was no reason to make a regional name the name for a new nation. It just remained "the nation/the people".

Over the centuries, the other countries usually took whatever name there was for the regional tribe of Deutsche/people they dealt with and applied that to the whole thing: If you dealt primarily with the Alemanni people, you would use a word like the French "Allemagne", the English lived on an island and mostly kept using the Latin name "Germania" - which became "Germany". In Finland and Estonia it's "Saksa" and "Saksamaa" because being in the East, they mostly dealt with Saxons.

This also turned into an international game of telephone eventually: People who didn't have much contact with different kinds of Europeans would just pick up whatever name the people they dealt with used for Germany. If you had a lot of contact with the French or Spanish, you would pick up a variation of "Alman", if you dealt primarily with the English or Italians, it would be a variety of "Germania"

Then you have countries like Japan, which entered international exchange very late and had a lot of contact with Dutch and German speakers - which is why they say ドイツ - "doitsu". In Mandarin it's "Déguó" - guó meaning "land" and "Dé" for Deutschland.

Then there is also the language barrier: The modern nation-states of Germany and Italy both were once part of the Holy Roman Empire and neither had a standardised language (even today, on the European continent, Germany and Italy might take the prize for the most variations of their own language on the home continent) or considered themselves "German" or "Italian" until very late. So they distinguished between the people who spoke all the variations of their own language and those people above/below the Alps who were absolutely incomprehensible to them due to speaking an entirely different language family - so the Italians also spoke of "tedesco", which is related to the word "deutsch". (Italy cleverly spared itself most of this chaos by not having a lot of neighbours to begin with).

Another language barrier issue was in the East, because that's where Germanic languages and Slavic languages meet. This meant that while everyone who was part of the German(ic) dialect family could communicate with their neighbouring towns and tribes and everyone on the Slavic side could communicate with their neighbouring towns and tribes, they were also faced with those weirdos from the other side of the language barrier who were speaking absolute gibberish (or maybe just stared at you like an idiot and said nothing when you asked them a basic question) That's why in many Slavic languages, the name for "Germany" is a variation of "Niemcy" or "Německo" - which means "mute" or "non-speaker" or "foreigner" - because those were the people they couldn't talk to. Vācija, Vokietija, and Vuoceja also work this way)

Meanwhile, in Germanic languages, it's often names that also incorporate the word "deutsch & land"- Duitsland, Tyskland, Deytshland, Däitschland, Þýskaland etc

(I think to do the language diversity and mutual communication argument some justice, I think it's also important to point out that there wasn't a lot of personal mobility for the average person at the time, so they probably also identified themselves by what little they saw of the world. If even today there are German-speakers that don't understand each other, that issue was bound to be amplified by 1000000 at a time with no standardised writing, no mobility, a thin population, small towns etc. So even if everyone between the furthest North-East of the Germanic language continuum and the lowest South-West could maybe somehow communicate with their respective neighbouring towns and tribes in pre-nation times, if you had snatched two peasants from the respective ends even of what is today Germany and sat them down on the table in the middle, there probably would have been to have even the most basic conversation or know that the other person spoke a variation of the same language - there is an old saying that "a language is a dialect with an army" - and for German, it's more "a dialect-continuum with a bunch of armies fighting each other until eventually, they got 1 army 2000 years late". Meanwhile for the educated, the lingua franca at the time was Latin.)

Now, a lot of countries ...well, eventually became countries. Which meant they could do some marketing of their own and establish their own name for themselves - but Germany, as I mentioned, was only united in 1871. Even if they considered their language "deutsch", they didn't consider themselves "deutsch" for a long time (and when they did, it was considered a radical idea) and as such, there was no centralised government saying "We are deutsch" the way the French kings said "We are French" or the English kings said "We are English" - in fact, the central authority until the early 19th century was the Holy Roman Empire. Their rulers considered themselves the successors of the old Roman Emperors - this was called the "translatio imperii" according to which Charlemagne was the first "new" Emperor" and the Empire continued until Franz II was forced to abdicate bc of Napoleon. Eventually, it was officially considered "Das heilige römische Reich deutscher Nation" - "the holy roman Empire of the german nation" - but that wasn't really a central aspect of anyone's identity.

The average person just identified by whatever colour their personal patch on this map was:

#InOurFlickenteppichEra

So no one really challenged to disagreed with someone speaking of them as "Saksa" or "German" and that's pretty much why everyone has a different name for Germany.

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rthko · 5 months

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Hey, I remember reading a while ago a post or two of yours about the word faggot, specifically as almost a third/"failed" gender. I've come to identify with the word a lot myself as I've figured out my sexuality and gender, so I was wondering if you had any further reading on the word and its history and reclamation that I could look into? Thanks!

First, I'm glad this post resonated with you! I unfortunately can't help much with the etymology or history of the term itself, but maybe I can help with the concept I use it to represent. It has been an ongoing project of mine to articulate, if nothing else to myself, the specificities of gayness. "Gay" refers to too wide a range of experiences to really be specific, but I am referring to those of us for whom "gay" refers not to the mere fact of our desires but what distinguishes us in a gestural and cultural level from other men. In effect, a gender in its own right. When writing that post I opted for "faggot," because what I wanted to described referred not just to male homosexuality but the experience of having chance or the expectation to live as men and symbolically or literally rejecting it.

I have a lot to say but I'll try to keep it brief. When I have articulated something like this in the past, some people have commended it saying that there's a lot of writing on lesbian as a gender but not the same for gays. This is not entirely true. Karl Heinrichs Ulrichs was the first to write of and identify with homosexuality as an essential characteristic, but this version of homosexuality was the urning, or "woman enclosed in the body of a man." We would recognize this today as trans womanhood, although there is great writing by trans women challenging the "wrong body" framing. This concept came to be known as inversion, which sexologists co-signed often in good faith but to predictably unhelpful ends. This concept is understandably obsolete because of its essentialism, the proliferation of trans theory, and of course the offense it poses to gay men. But as someone who has always self-identified and been externally considered at the fringes of manhood, I took a strange comfort in it. To know that gay men and trans women were grouped together in this uneasy alliance goes against ahistorical notions that transgenderism is an unwelcome intrusion into queerness.

So I guess the text I was looking for was The Faggots and their Friends Between the Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, 1977. People recommended me that book after my post, and I was stunned by its resonance. Mitchell waxes lyrical about the faggots, their allies the women, and their adversaries the men. His description of the faggot's identify formation is as follows:

The faggots once called themselves the men who love men. But they discovered that they did not love men, they loved only other men who loved men which was not that many of them. The men who hate others were false and death-inflicting and obsessed with being strangers. The men who hate others hate the men who love men. And this hatred is so strong that it turns the men who love men into the faggots.

Notice it does not use the logic of inversion or make any pretense of the faggots being women. Yet it does locate the point at which "faggots" detach from "men" and recognizes them as different categories. The post-stonewall pre-AIDS period in which this book was written produced a lot of "proto-nonbinary" identities, like faeries and queens. It's hard to determine by 21st century standards who in the mix counts as trans and who doesn't.

When I tried to articulate in more personal terms what this gray area means to me today, a lot of people found it resonant but a lot of people found it offensive. I felt like I owed apology to those who felt aggrieved, but the problem was that half considered it offensive that I considered myself related to transness in any way and the other half considered it offensive that I still described myself as cis. I was either a cis man who refused to check his privilege or a self hating non-binary person who just needed to come out already. I maintain that whatever you want to call me or what I want to call myself, there are material distinctions between me and most trans people that can't be ignored. And I think what keeps me from making the jump is that to introduce myself as nonbinary would make people tiptoe around language in a way I don't personally feel is necessary, but gayness has its own methods that work for me. I like the way we careen promiscuously between gendered scripts and signifiers, and the camp sensibility that refuses to take itself too seriously. I am also hesitant to describe myself as what Lyft would call "Women+."

This is a long post by Tumblr standards but if I were to really say everything I want to say Tumblr would not be the medium for it. But if you're looking for something to read on the subject, I recommend Larry Mitchell of course, Susan Sontag's Notes on Camp, Judith Butler's Gender Trouble (but just skip to part three and the conclusion honestly), Cruising Utopia by José Esteban Muñoz in part for his analysis of gesture in queer of color dance, and The Queer Art of Failure by J Halberstam that further elaborates on Muñoz's writings on failure and adds a butch perspective. Currently I am reading Male Subjectivity at the Margins by Kaja Silverman, which is a little psychoanalytic for my taste but offers a fascinating re-evaluation of inversion theory without endorsing it.

Despite all the effort I put into this post it will not be rebloggable sorry. 🤐

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olderthannetfic · 2 months

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I think you've talked before about how it's wrong to assume the only people who enjoy taboo kink like race play are bigoted white people, right? Tumblr's search remains garbage. I've been trying to formulate some thoughts on it after seeing some videos on "bad books" but I don't really know enough about real world kink culture to know what's valid critique of racism or anti-kink just hiding behind it. So I remembered you'd mentioned the topic at some point and might have some thoughts?

Well, first, one should apply basic logic: If shittons of women kink on the ways in which society abuses women, why wouldn't at least some ethnic minorities kink on the way society abuses them?

Second, social media overflows with jackasses saying "Listen to POC" as a thought-terminating cliche, but it's good advice as long as you grasp that you do have to evaluate which people you're listening to and what basis you have for trusting that they know something about a subject.

Honestly, I don't think this topic is that complicated. There are just a lot of cowardly white people around who are too scared of ever being seen as wrong to be willing to do a little research or stand up for anything even remotely controversial. They'll parrot the first anti they run across but not bother to engage with the comments of nonwhite kinksters who are long-time community members with informed opinions.

The person I'd listen to, personally, is Mollena Williams-Haas, a kink educator and submissive. She has talked about race play here, among many other places.

Her comments boil down to it being about consent. If kinksters want to play with a concept and everyone involved is on the same page, it's not the business of outsiders to tell them it's off limits.

Playing with heavy topics in an agreed upon way is completely different from having that thing sprung on you without warning. We're used to making this distinction when people are playing with the trappings of rape but, somehow, lose our goddamn minds when the topic is racism.

Now, yes, there are plenty of gross white creeps who think nonwhite kinksters will inherently be interested in this sort of thing and should cater to them... but how is that any different from your usual pest in a bar chatting up uninterested parties and refusing to take no for an answer? The problem isn't squicky kinks that many of us don't want to hear about: The problem is jackasses treating others as a fantasy and/or kink dispenser instead of a person with feelings and needs.

Frankly, most of the arguments against this sort of kink are your usual "As a woman, you should be setting a good example!" bilge that's leveled at all submissive women but on steroids because a woman of color is extra, extra, extra responsible for living her whole life as An Example. (And I notice that it's generally submissive nonwhite women who come in for the most abuse even though plenty of other dynamics exist. Quelle surprise.) It's bullshit. People should mind their own damn business.

As for "bad books"... Are we talking bodice rippers with nonwhite heroines or what? Are we back to colonizer romance wank? Books about characters engaging in race play in a BDSM context? I think it's reasonable to critique books that don't seem to know what they're doing—e.g. not seeming aware that a rape scene is one—but stupid to worry about iddy trash that is trying to be iddy trash. People will always like socially unacceptable id fodder. Some books will always cater to that.

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beskarandblasters · 5 months

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Me and My Husband

Chapter Six: I Gave Too Much of My Heart Tonight

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Author’s note: Not that anyone really asked, but this is my favorite chapter 🤍

Chapter summary: Din shows you the experience of a lifetime and crosses off a bucket list item for you.

Word count: 4.5k

Chapter warnings: Din has mediocre sex with his riduur again, talks of having children (it’s not what you think lmao), fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, super romantic and loving sex, creampie, fluff

You

This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing each other. It’s been thirty-four rotations. You’re starting to think he was using you for sex all this time. Or what if your reaction to finding out about his wife scared him off? What if he decided he actually loves her and never wants to see you again?

Whenever you’re not at work, whenever your mind is idle you’re thinking about him. Even reading is hard. Your mind wanders at any given moment, wondering where in the galaxy he is, wondering what he’s doing. Maybe he’s fucking his wife. He never told you if they did that stuff or not. Maybe he’s somewhere else in the galaxy, poorly flirting with some other woman. Maybe he’s starting a whole new fling and conveniently leaving out the part about his wife like he did with you. Maybe he’s bringing some other woman to his house on Nevarro. Maybe he’s listening to someone else’s hopes, dreams, and desires. Maybe he’s got another woman underneath him, coming inside her. Maybe he’s-

Stop. You’ll drive yourself mad.

All you can do is try not to wonder about him and live your life.

Din

To say that he’s getting antsy would be an understatement. All of his time has been occupied by May and Bo-Katan, rebuilding the infrastructure of Mandalore. Yes, it’s an important task but the Eye of Aldhani is happening soon. And there’s not a single thing in the galaxy that will stop him from taking you to see it. Tomorrow is the latest he could possibly leave to come pick you up if he doesn’t want to miss the Eye. Time is ticking.

He’s standing outside with May, telling her he’s leaving tomorrow. He’s never been good with telling her when he’s leaving with any notice.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, May,” he tells her as they’re standing outside.

“Okay… Before you go… Can we make love?” she asks, turning her helmet to look at home, holding Grogu on her hip.

He can’t hold her off any longer. They’ve only done it once. And if he’s going to leave again for several rotations he has to give in. It sounds terrible but he’s not good at faking his attraction or faking his love for her. So if he wants to keep her from getting suspicious this is what he has to do, at least in his mind.

“Sure,” he says, starting to head inside.

“But,” he starts, stopping and turning to face her, “Let’s leave our helmets on.”

He winces in anticipation of her response. Will she be offended? Will she be suspicious? He wants to keep them on because he doesn’t think he can look May in the eye, not after he’s fully committed himself to you. And also because he’s worried the guilt will be on full display all over his face.

“What?”

“I think… I think it’ll be hot.”

“I mean… I guess we’d be really honoring the creed.”

“Right…” he says uneasily.

May puts Grogu down for bed and Din waits in their bedroom. After a moment she appears in the doorframe and asks, “Are we keeping all of the armor on, too?”

He didn’t even think about the armor. He could probably keep it all on but maybe that’s too far. Maybe that will make her suspicious.

“No we can take it off,” he says, after having a moment to contemplate.

“Would you… Would you do it for me?”

Oh. That’s a pretty intimate thing for Mandalorian couples to do; to remove each other’s armor before an act of love. Again, if he says no, it’ll be suspicious.

“Yes,” he says awkwardly, rising to meet her at the door frame.

He meticulously removes her armor, placing it all in a pile on the table in front of their bed. She’s down to her flight suit now, her visor fixed on him.

“Your turn,” she says softly, starting with his cape.

As soon as she removes it his mind is flooded with the memory of you at the springs on Nevarro, drying off with his cape. Kriff, he’s hard now. Oh, how he wishes you were here, removing his armor for him, seeing his naked form for the first time. As she moves down to his thigh armor she sees that he’s hard and lets out a small gasp. It’s not for her but she can think it is. It makes his charade all the more believable.

They’re both down to their flight suits now, standing in front of each other awkwardly. She unzips hers first and he follows, the two of them getting naked at the same time. And now they're naked, wearing only their helmets, feeling different ways about each other entirely. She takes a step towards him, resting her hand on his chest.

“I’m ready,” she says softly. He nods. Time to get this over with.

She moves to the bed, laying down on her back and resting her head on a pillow, legs spread apart and chest moving up and down with deep breaths. She seems nervous too.

At least with the helmet he can close his eyes and pretend it’s you underneath him. This can never come close to you but it’s the best he’s got right now, until he gets to see you tomorrow.

He situates himself between her thighs, giving her entrance a few strokes. She’s extremely wet already and Din can’t gauge what she’s feeling. She’s wet but her body language reads as nervous. And the sad part is, he’s not concerned with why she’s nervous, he’s concerned with whether or not she’s seeing through his facade.

He slides a few fingers in, giving her just enough attention and foreplay to get her ready for him. She’s definitely into it, her body responding to his touch. Her nipples perk up and her sex gets wetter. It doesn’t take long for her to cum, her walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulls his hand from her and strokes his cock, willing it to get hard enough to fuck her. He wonders if she’ll notice that he’s not fully hard but then again she’s only had him one other time and it was so long ago. She’s probably grateful this is happening at all.

And now he’s inside her, gently thrusting in and out, closing his eyes, and pretending you’re here with him instead. He misses you so much it makes his heart ache. Being here with May and pretending she’s you doesn’t even come close to the real thing. But this false bliss he’s created doesn’t last long because in the back of his mind, there’s a small voice reminding him of the guilt, reminding him that May doesn’t deserve this, that she’s a good person. It’s an internal battle and the voice is getting louder, arguing with the part of his mind that’s telling him to keep pretending. He’s not even paying attention to May at this point, too busy trying to drown the voices out.

And then it’s over. He flops down on the bed beside her and… He came inside her without realizing it. Oh kriff, he’s an idiot. What if she gets pregnant? He knows she doesn’t have an implant. If she gets pregnant this is about to make his little secret with you all the more complicated. He won’t be able to leave whenever he wants to whisk you away to some far-off planet. If she gets pregnant and finds out about you, it’ll crush her. She’ll be devastated and Din will become an apostate again. And he will not let that happen, under any circumstances. He knows that feeling all too well and it’s a feeling he would never like to revisit ever again. His creed is the most important thing in his life.

…But if his creed is so important to him… Why is he messing around with you? Why is he playing with fire? Why is he playing such a dangerous game?

“Din?” she asks, ripping him from his thoughts.

“Hm?” he responds, still reeling from his internal struggle.

“You came inside me.”

“Right… Sorry about that.”

“This is kind of a big deal,” she says, sitting up and removing her helmet, setting it on the nightstand beside her.

“We never talked about when we’re going to have warriors of our own,” she says, glancing over at him with tears in her eyes.

He doesn’t take off his helmet. He’s mad at himself that he came inside of her and not you.

“I’m sorry…”

“I don’t know if I’m ready just yet but… I’m happy to know you’re thinking about this,” she says, grabbing his hand.

Oh, he’s thinking about it alright… with another woman.

He gives her hand a squeeze and tells her he’s getting tired. She nods, getting under the covers with him.

She goes to sleep fairly quickly but as for Din, he’s up all night, sick to his stomach that he might’ve just gotten May pregnant. And that he’ll be even more bound to her than he already is. Maybe he’ll get lucky and she won’t actually be pregnant, and isn’t that just fucked up of him?

But eventually, he takes off his helmet and goes to sleep, quelling his racing mind with thoughts of you and how he’ll finally get to hold you soon.

The morning’s been a blur. He barely says goodbye to May and Grogu before taking off, hauling his ass as fast as he can to Naboo.

On the way there he thinks of all the other ways he can give himself to you. Maybe it’s because he came inside May last night and he was to absolve himself of that. Even though she’s his wife he feels like he somehow wronged you by fucking her and coming inside her. And then it dawns on him.

He could show you his face.

No, that’s crazy. That’s the very thing he became an apostate for. But in his opinion, it was worth it for Grogu despite the psychological torment it caused him (not to mention the physical torment from almost drowning in the Mines). If there’s anyone he loves most in the galaxy it’s Grogu and… you. Kriff, is he admitting to himself that he loves you? He might be.

It’s also been so long since he’s seen you… What if you moved on? What if you’ve forgotten all about him? What if you’ve found someone else? He has to find you fast.

It’s the afternoon on Naboo when he lands. He parks near the outskirts of Theed as he’s done several times, practically racing off of the ship. He doesn’t know where you are right now but he has a list of places to check; the inn, your apartment building, and the library. He checks the inn first, anxiously bursting through the doors to find you not at the front desk and swiftly turning on his heel to leave. He heads to your apartment building and to his relief you’re just leaving, bumping into him on the street.

“Ca’tra, I’m here.”

He expects you to greet him warmly, to be happy to see him. But instead, you’re raising your eyebrow at him, mouth contorted into a frown.

“Nice to see you didn’t forget about me.”

“What? I’ve missed you so much.”

“Is that why you waited so long to come back?” you ask, folding your arms.

“No, you don’t understand. I-”

“You think you can just use me for sex? Come here whenever’s convenient for you to fuck me and leave?” you finish, stepping closer and pointing your finger at him.

“You’re cute when you do that,” he chuckles.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious. Do you know how much it pained me to be apart from you?” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours.

“We have to go, ca’tra. Or else we’ll be late.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“Aldhani.”

“…What?”

“For the Eye.”

The look on your face melts his heart, a look of pure shock mixed with love. He swears there are tears springing in the corners of your eyes.

“Really?”

“Of course. You said you wanted to see it.”

“…Thank you, Din.”

“Anything for you, ca’tra. But we have to go. You don’t have to work do you?”

“Nope,” you shake your head.

“No time to waste,” he says, taking you by the hand and leading you back towards the Crest.

He’s so excited; excited to make you happy, excited to put a smile on your face, excited to be between your thighs, excited to hold you, excited to just be in your presence. He loves you so much. And he needs you to know that.

He can’t tell you now. He has to wait for the right moment. Kriff, he’s never put this much thought into anything in his life.

“It’ll take us a little bit longer to get there,” he says once he’s in hyperspace.

“Longer than Nevarro?”

“Yes but not by too much,” he says, turning his seat around to face you.

“Thank you again,” you say softly.

“I’d do anything for you, ca’tra.”

You don’t say anything, staring down at your hands in your lap.

“I mean it.”

He takes your hands in his and you look up at him. You’re gazing directly into his eyes even though you can’t tell. When you look at him everything makes sense; every choice that led him to you feels right.

It’s finally time to land on Aldhani. He knows exactly where the best spot to see the Eye is and he can count down to the minute when it will start.

He lands on one of the hilltops along the valley, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt and barreling down the ladder. You follow, giddily running after him and down the exit ramp of the Crest. And you just made it.

One streak of bright green shoots across the sky, leaving a trail of a lighter shade of green in its wake. And then another one, but this time it’s a cerulean blue. Soon enough the nighttime sky is painted with brilliant streaks of turquoise, baby pink, amber, and viridian. You were right. It’s a sight to behold.

He looks over at you, with your face wearing a wide grin, eyes misty with tears. Every single thing that led him to this moment was worth it, it was worth it to see you this happy. He gets a warm feeling in his chest knowing that he’s responsible for making this happen for you, being able to take you to something you’ve wanted to see for so long.

He pulls you into him, resting your head against his beskar breastplate, and wrapping his arms around you. He could stay there forever, holding you and watching the sky. This right here, the Eye, is the best comparison of his love for you; beautiful, rare, a sight he’s never seen, a feeling he’s never felt before. You’re a whirlwind of firsts for him. All of the sex he had before you was meaningless, based on purely a physical need for a release. He’s never had butterflies when he looks upon a face until he met you. He’s never strived so hard for someone else’s happiness. All of the firsts are overwhelming but in a good way. His senses and thoughts are completely encapsulating with you. And it sort of scares him because he’s barely known you for a full cycle, let alone a few months. But what he does know, is that he’s sure his feelings for you are deeper, more profound than anything he’s ever felt.

Eventually, the Eye comes to an end, the brilliant colors fizzling out of the sky. You pull back and look directly into his visor, with so much love in your eyes, and say, “Thank you, Din. I mean it. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again,” he chuckles, “I’d do anything for you.”

He pauses for a moment, bracing himself for your response, and says, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

That’s the first time he’s said it and actually meant it.

You

Your eyes widen at his words. The truth is… you do love him back. But he’s married. And are you really about to tell a married man that you love him?

Yes. Yes, you are.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he says, his voice small.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you respond, grabbing his hands.

He squeezes your hands and you swear you hear him let out a sigh of relief. How could he ever think otherwise? You can’t see your face but you know your love for him is worn proudly on your face, hanging in the air like all of the stars in the galaxy.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that.”

“It’s just… How I feel,” you smile.

He takes another deep breath and says, “I have something to show you.”

Din

This is it. He’s going to take off his helmet and show you his face. He feels like he’s going to be sick, already spiraling thinking about what your reaction will be.

He leads you back to the Crest, lowering the exit ramp and heading inside. He shuts the ramp, triple-checking it to be entirely sure it’s secure. There can’t be any risk that someone else can see this. Kriff, he’s nervous, his palms growing sweaty underneath the gloves.

“Din? Are you alright?”

“I am,” he affirms, letting out a shaky breath.

“Okay… What’s going on? You’re worrying me.”

“Just… I have to show you something.”

You nod and he brings his hands to the edge of his helmet, slowly starting to pull it off. You throw your hands over your eyes and shout, “Din! What are you doing?”

The modulator hisses as he pulls off the helmet, setting it on a crate in the storage area of the Crest. He walks over to you and says, “Ca’tra, it’s okay,” letting you hear his unmodulated voice for the first time.

He takes your hands in his and moves them away from your face.

“Now open your eyes,” he says softly.

And after a moment you do, an unreadable expression on your face. His eyes search your face for approval, love, desire, joy, something, anything.

“Ca’tra?” he says, his brows furrowing.

“Din, you’re… You’re beautiful,” you say, caressing his face. You stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, running them over his facial hair.

He melts into your touch, his skin feeling as if it’s on fire as you move your fingers across his cheeks.

“I just… I wanted to do this because I want to give myself to you, completely.”

“You mean that?” you ask.

“Of course I do,” he responds, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him.

“I’ve never loved someone so much. And… It scares me. But I need you,” he continues, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you, too, Din,” you smile at him.

And kriff, he’s seeing your face, your smile, your beauty without the helmet in the way. He’s taking in your scent for the first time. It’s all intoxicating. He could get drunk off of it. And he hasn’t even kissed you yet. What’s he waiting for?

Finally, at long last, he kisses you. And it’s more than he ever imagined it could be. Sure, he’s kissed May before, but it was always a quick, chaste kiss. But this, this is a real kiss, communicating all of your love for each other.

He needs more of you. He needs to fuck you like this, have you underneath him, looking directly into his eyes. He needs to taste you, lapping at your wetness for the first time. He needs to connect with you on a level he’s never connected with anyone before.

“I need you,” he says, pulling away and looking into your eyes.

You know exactly what he means, nodding with so much love in your eyes, your pupils blown wide.

He kisses you again, this one even more passionate, while pushing you lightly towards the direction of his bunk. You break the kiss to start undressing and he says, “Will you take off my armor for me, ca’tra?”

“Of course, Din,” you respond, kissing him again before starting to remove his armor.

It’s a meticulous task, but you take your time, starting from the top to the bottom until left his in nothing but his flight suit and boots. His armor is stacked in a neat pile in the corner of the room and he takes off his flight suit and boots, setting them beside the armor.

And now you’re standing in front of each other completely bare. His eyes can’t stop scanning up and down your form, finally getting to see all of you through his own eyes. Stars, he gets to touch you without the gloves in the way for once.

Like magnets you two are glued to one other, kissing and grabbing at each other passionately until you’re lying down on the bed. He hovers over you, continuing to kiss you until he moves his lips down your jaw, your neck, your breasts. He stops at your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth while his hand takes the other. Your breath hitches and you suck in a gasp. All of this is so new for both of you. You’ve had sex countless times but never like this. And now that his helmet’s not in the way he has an oral fixation, wanting to kiss, lick, and nip every inch of you.

He moves his mouth to your other nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak between his lips and his teeth, before moving down your torso. He leaves kisses in his wake, finally getting to what he’s most excited about; eating you out. It’ll be his first time eating anyone out ever. He’s never done this before, not even with May. He's nervous about it, wanting to get it right, wanting to hear you moan, wanting to feel you shake and writhe against his face. Kriff, it’s all he’s been able to think about since he first had you in the alley all those rotations ago.

He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt and you shiver in response.

“Please, Din,” you whine.

He chuckles against you, sending vibrations through your core.

“Oh, I’m taking my time with you, ca’tra,” he says before licking you again, licking along your folds before finally getting to your clit.

He sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, making you arch your back in desperation. He applies more pressure, slowly working you up. Your hands find his hair, gripping his curls as he eats you, and he lets out a primal groan in response.

Kriff, don’t stop doing that, he thinks to himself, his cock getting even harder if that’s somehow possible.

He pulls back for a split second, just to moisten his fingers before slipping two of them inside you. Your grip on his hair tightens and you’re so close to the edge. He can tell by the way your whimpers get more incessant and the deepening arch of your back. You cum against his face and his hand, soaking both of them with your release. He didn’t think he could love this any more than he already did. But once he gets a taste of your cum, your release he’s in bliss. If there’s a heaven, he’s found it, right here between your thighs, completely soaked.

Once you’re done writhing you sit up and look down at him, gasping at the mess you made on his face.

“Oh kriff, I’m sorry,” you say, feeling a little bit embarrassed.

“You’re sorry? Ca’tra, I need you to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”

“Stop, you don’t mean that,” you giggle.

“Oh but I do,” he says, rising and resting on the back of his heels.

He kisses you again, holding the back of your head with his hand, a deep, needy kiss.

You pull back with a wide grin and say, “Your turn.”

“Oh you don’t have to,” he says sheepishly.

“Oh but I want to,” you respond, sinking to the floor.

He moves to the edge of the bunk, sitting with a wide stance while you take his already hard cock in your hand. You give it a few strokes as you kiss along his groin, inching your way closer and closer to his cock.

You swirl your tongue around underneath his foreskin and the tip slowly before taking his length in your mouth. He groans, panting at the slow motions of your head. You lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock, wrapping your hand around the base and stroking it. You bob your head up and down, inching him towards the edge until he stops grabbing your face with his hands on each side of your head.

“Need you. Now,” he says.

You nod and rise from the floor, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock. You wrap your legs around his torso, grinding against him until cock is buried as deep as it can go. And now you’re face to face with each other, looking into one another’s eyes as you become one, intertwined together in a harmonious cycle like all of the stars, planets, nebulas, everything in the galaxy.

His pupils are wide, leaving only a small ring of warm brown as he gazes at you in awe, a literal goddess before him grinding against him.

You cum together, kissing each other deeply when you do, moaning into each other’s mouths. It’s intense. He realizes that this is more than just sex for him, it’s an act of love, the greatest love he’s ever known.

When you’re done you rest against him and he wraps his arms around you, stroking your back softly and replaying the night’s events in his head, everything from watching the Eye, to telling you he loves you, until now.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

You pull back and look at him, repeating the phrase. He knows you mean it with all of your heart.

And so the two of you spend the rest of the night in a cycle; resting, admiring each other, and having sex again. When you lay down you’re intertwined with each other. You can’t keep your hands or your eyes off his face, stroking his cheeks, trailing your pinking along the bridge of his nose, running your hands through his hair, and telling him how beautiful he is.

Eventually when your core and your legs can’t take anymore, you sleep, holding each other without a care in the galaxy.

All is well, for now.

Chapter Seven

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yelow-heart · 2 months

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Welcome twt immigrants or just newcomers o///

Every week a new wave of twt refugees arrive and so I decided to put together a tumblr 101 to keep ur experience the most stress free and safe as possible

So here it goes:

You can delete comments or plain out disable comments from your posts! So much control.

You can also edit your posts. It even was a meme back on the olden days where a post would go viral and then the op (original poster) would change the post to something silly and the reblogers would look like wierdos or dumdums lol

You can disable your asks or make a rule so people can't ask as anonymous

Report spams!! You can even get rewarded for it. But, even so, report it, they get immediately taken down temporarily

The report system work and the tumblr team is very responsible when investigating an account/post. It's not nuance and easy to make. No one will judge you for it, in fact, it's common culture to do so. It's how we battle pornbots, spams, hate blogs etc.

You have full control of your blog! What people can see, what it can show, block hashtags and the whole shbang.

The algorithm works! Only the things that YOU search for and like will be recommended to you. And if something u no longer has interest in shows up? Just click that u don't want anymore and immediately everything u don't want goes away.

There are many famous blogs that are fun to follow, specifically as newcomer, to really get u on the tumblr experience such as: heritageposts, thebootydiaries, hotboyproblems, showerthoughtsofficial, fartgallery, haikubotofficial and many others. These are just the ones I followed when first arrived back in 2016;

Yes, there are celebrities among us but they're just... here. Vibing, chilling. The most famous ones being Neil Gaiman and Taylor Swift. Here they are just people;

You might have noticed a lot of blogs with blue verification badges. Some with 20 of them. Some are rainbow! That's because Tumblr made a parody of the verification mark from twt and it was fcking hilarius. We loved it so much that it's a thing now. U too can feel very important if u want!

It's worth going the trending tags. Sometimes they are broken, but it's mostly memes or important world news stuff that are actually relevant and helpful. It's safe and you'll have a fun time lurking on other people's fandoms. That's actually how I got into some of my fandoms to begin with;

Crabs.

And there we have it! I might have forgotten something, but I not too worried as I know that people might add it later on. 😉

Welcome welcome!! You'll be safe here. No matter who you are you find a community for you here

It's a hellsite, but it's our hellsite

Remembered something:

It's important to have a profile picture and header image. An reblog a few things before following anyone. Or you will be reported because people will think you're a spam bot kkkkkkkkk so do nurture your blog a little bit before venturing into the unknown.

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Oh geez, is that where the “I have harnessed the secret powers of my ADHD” stuff is coming from? I mean, good work, but maybe don’t put that on your resume.

What, the "how your ADHD is a superpower" thing? I'm not really immersed enough in that niche to know, but it's certainly possible. YouTube I think is a more vocal place when it comes to clickbait about how your neurodivergence is really a neuroadvantage.

It's not objectively bad. I think there is space to both acknowledge that life with neurodivergence can suck, but also that there's nothing wrong with being a different kind of thinker. The problem is with the way our culture treats that difference. Like yeah I wish my brain was different, and even if our culture was different I'd still probably do that, but being old enough to see the ways in which I'm advantaged by it is very validating, and makes up for it.

Despite being terrible with details in my own work, I often catch stuff my neurotypical colleagues miss, both in the work we do and just like, out in the world. Last time we were traveling, one of them said, "Man, I wish there was a bakery around here," and I said "Oh, we passed one two blocks back -- well, not really a bakery, they do mini cheesecakes." Once we backtracked, it was evident that we'd all walked past it but I was the only one who clocked it, because it was tiny and didn't have much signage. My coworker asked me, "How did you even notice this was here?" and I said, "That's the ADHD!" with amusement.

Mind you, I was with two colleagues I trust, one of whom has a kid with developmental struggles, so I was okay talking about it. It shouldn't be something that you have to hide, but yeah it's not something to put on your resume, or in your cover letter. It will make you less employable, which sucks, but also unless you're asking for accommodation that's not something your employer needs to know. I won't advise on when to notify an employer that you'll need accommodation, because I'm not well-versed in disability law, but I've seen it go very badly even with people who have been with an employer for years. And during an interview, anything that's not directly about the job (faith, partner, kids, disability, allergies, etc) should be kept to the absolute minimum, if only because some people in hiring really get put off by any mention of it in a discussion of job skills.

And I think truly the issue is that there was probably a brief moment of about three weeks where "your disability is a superpower" was actually a meaningful, validating statement, and then the Employment Industrial Complex got hold of it and realized that they could shift the messaging to validate anything that contributed to the capitalist work ethic and ignore or dismiss anything that didn't. It's shocking how fast "hey, ADHD has some upsides" became "if you can stop fidgeting your hyperfocus will make us millions."

#sam has adhd

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Hello again! New questions bc im really curious! How much do you all identify with your puppets and their appearances? Are they more of a tool for you or are they significant for your sense of self? I've noticed that your appearances somewhat reflect your personalities, was this a design choice made by your architects or have you been adjusting looks along the way by yourselves? (I know Habitually Stargazing did a little, the dress looks really pretty on you btw!) Im particularily fascinated by the antennas! Im guessing you don't use them much having a hard-wire connection to the rest of your superstructures, right? (perhaps they would be more practical when communicating with visitors in your chambers? I don't know..) Im seeing a sort of analogy between animal motifs in ancient art and masks and those retro-looking antenna resembling those used with older technology, though I might be wrong.. I'd be thrilled to know whether these hold any cultural / traditional signifincance among machines alike!

Also I'd love to know more about your serial numbers! What do they mean, and do you more identify with them or with your names?

Finally, Flowers - a creature for you

It's an umbrella slug, hiding under it's umbrella!

Hope you all have a wonderfull day, looking forward to hear from you!

SDA: Oh! While the exact details might vary from case to case, I would say that it's a bit of both - the puppet is a tool tied to an iterator's sense of self.

SDA: The puppet is only a small part of yourself, but it represents you as a whole. You .. used it to communicate with your citizens, you use it to communicate with your peers. Others start to see *you* in this form. The more you use it, the more you begin to identify with it. With time, its image truly becomes yours.

SDA: From our creators' perspective, it might have been a matter of needing an interface to interact with us. It seemed to be more natural to speak with something that you can actually look in the face.

SDA: Another important fact is that the puppet is by far the most expressive part of our bodies. Our biological elements can be somewhat controlled by our programming, but it cannot fully override them - there will always be a living, sentient being deep below.

SDA: One that has its own emotions, preferences, opinions; one that wants to express itself. The puppet serves as an outlet for that. It can gesticulate, it allows you to convey how you feel in a way that's understandable to most.

TFB: It would've probably been easier for them if we couldn't think for ourselves. Just tell us what to do and we do it until the end of time, no questions asked.

TFB: Instead, they chose to fully depend on something with an *attitude*! Some really tried their best to keep good relations with their iterator, afraid of putting it in a bad mood...

SDA: Yes, I suppose...

SDA: Some of us might pay greater attention to the puppet's appearance, adjusting it to our own tastes, mostly with clothes and accessories. Fashion was important in our creators' culture, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for an iterator to request a new robe or a necklace. Some took matters into their own hands.

SDA: ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like this.

BROS: Don't you dare, it's always nice hearing you so passionate about something~

BROS: About the antennae - you're right, they're not as powerful as the equipment in the rest of the structure! They're decent for close-range stuff, and they're what you'd resort to in case of an emergency.

BROS: Like, somehow losing access to the rest of your body. The puppet can't do much on its own, but thanks to these, it would be able to communicate with anything near it.

BROS: Aaand they were mostly another way for the architect to visualize whatever concept they had for a puppet.

HS: I'm almost offended by the "retro" remark. As far as I'm concerned, these are state-of-the-art.

BROS: Sure, sure~

BROS: Finally, as for the model numbers. They represent the architect's name, the cycle when the project was officially completed, and the name of the project at that time, like this:

BROS: Nobody really identifies with this, it's mostly used in paperwork - maybe some database stuff. Even if two iterators were given the same name, it's extremely unlikely they also had the same creator *and* creation date, so it allows for telling us apart that way.

HS: The name that appears in your model number isn't truly binding either. Such as...

TFB: Come on now, don't put them on the spot like that.

SDA: ...

SDA: It's fine...

SDA: Originally, I was called "Visions of Serenity", you'll see me in databases as GTIAOT672005VOS.

SDA: I was renamed shortly after, due to some... rather unfortunate coincidence.

SDA: It really doesn't matter now.

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TFB: Also, thank you so much!! I don't get to see many marine species around these parts, this is lovely!

HS: (...and thank you...)

#UMBRACULUM UMBRACULUM SWEEEP 403-418 i love your questions so much . 10/10 thank you so much #also. the drawing quality's gonna drop on days when i Want To Answer but have no energy to draw properly!! sorry :^)#a: sda #a: bros #a: hs #a: tfb #rain world oc

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autistichalsin · 5 months

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Hi, I hope you're doing well? I love your analysis of Halsin and I like him even more now that I understand him better.

Just recently I saw a post about Halsin degrading (?) himself when he propositions to the player and that he's happy with being just with them but he won't keep them from finding happiness with others. From what I gathered, since he's a mature wood elf, being poly is very much okay for him but I need your expertise here. Is Halsin _really_ ok with being "just" another boyfriend or does he think of himself as not worthy enough to be an "only" boyfriend?

I'm doing alright, just trying to power through this final essay for my epidemiology class! I'm glad to hear you feel like my posts make you understand him better <3333

Hm. So... I want to say this delicately because I don't want to demean those who have this interpretation, but I have noticed that this fandom has a real tendency to try to patholologicize sexual behaviors it deems outside the norm. All three of the characters who consent to polyamory with Halsin- Karlach, Shadowheart, and Astarion- have had many people trying to make it sound like they don't actually consent, and in Astarion's case, trying to link this to his trauma despite canonical evidence to the contrary. It reads like an attempt to infantilize, especially Astarion, and make it seem like anyone who consents to polyamory must have something "wrong with them" to do so; that there has to be a "reason" for polyamorous relationships, and that reason has to be that there's something "wrong" with the characters. They can't say no, they are manifesting trauma, they are afraid to be left single, they are using polyamory as a tool to commit mental/emotional self-harm. Needless to say, I really don't like this.

I like it even less with Halsin, because he is a wood elf. Polyamory is the default for his culture. Treating his social practices like they're the result of him being "broken" is really wrong, to me. Why don't we pathologicize Lae'zel, who comes from a culture that practices polyamory by default, being monogamous? "Maybe her monogamy is because she's too insecure in her attachment to embrace polyamory." "Maybe her trauma with being unvalued in her culture has left her too afraid to understand polyamorous relationships." It never happens, because our culture is monogamous, and therefore people want to explain away deviation from our particular set of norms.

Halsin is "traumatized and poly", not "poly because he's traumatized." The devnotes in the scene where Halsin first explains being poly specifically state, several times, that he's being sincere and that this is a core belief of his. Halsin isn't reluctantly accepting crumbs of affection because he thinks it's all he can get; he loves the player, is secure enough to know it doesn't need to compete with anyone else's love to be special, and is happy to see how the relationship unfolds now that he is free of the Shadow Curse.

He's not degrading himself by entering into such an arrangement; if anything, entering a relationship where he refuses his nature would be a degradation. Monogamy would be the degrading "abandoning who he is to beg for mere scraps of affection" option for Halsin.

I know it all comes back to the "you are all I want" option, but I think people are misinterpreting it. There was a silent "right now" at the end. He didn't mean he would never want another; he meant at that moment, the player was the only one he had his eyes on, but obviously that wasn't true for the player.

People say that Halsin never manifesting that interest later is an indication that he isn't real, but he does manifest it; if rejected at Sharess' Caress, he states his intention to basically go get laid elsewhere. He is receptive to the idea of having a threesome with Mizora one day if the player lightheartedly suggests it ("don't let me talk myself out of a night to remember all the time...")

These aren't committed relationships, no, but Halsin has little contact outside of the group to begin with. And as he says, his heart doesn't stir easily. He is very open to sex, but committed relationships aren't as much a part of his normal life; the player is all but said to be extraordinary for awakening those feelings in him. He hasn't had much room for deep romantic love in his life.

The lines- saying he wants others to enjoy the player, while he only wants the player- are simply reflecting the reality that at this point, the player has another lover, while Halsin has no other people he is interested in. That's all it is.

Again, I think Halsin would find settling for a monogamous relationship to be much more degrading than a polyamorous one, personally.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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fl3shm4id3n · 7 months

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Bₑᵢₙg ₐ Qᵤₙₐᵣᵢ ₐₙd ᵢₙ ₐ ᵣₑₗₐₜᵢₒₙₛₕᵢₚ wᵢₜₕ ₐₛₜₐᵣᵢₒₙ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! Qᴜɴᴀʀɪ! ᴛᴀᴠ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Mentions of intimacy, nudity, confessions, Qunari culture, size difference? (From my research Astarion is 5'9 and reader is 7'0), fluff.

A/N: In my opinion, I think that Astarion has a thing for very tall women. I really liked the hug scene so much.

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You had caught Astarion's attention from the get go. He had never seen a Qunari in his life. He had grown curious about you. Not only that, but the fact that you were much taller than most, he was very interested in you.

At first you were cold towards him, and almost everyone around you, but you had your reasons. He later found out that your kind actually came from elves, who were slaves and magisters used blood of dragons to experiment on the slaves and that's how the Qunari were created. So you were decadent of both elves and dragons, that explains the horns.

Not only that, but your kind was then breed to be some kind of weapons. He learned about the Qun and how you were basically a war machine. That explained why you're so cold and don't even take notice of his advances on you, because of the law that your feelings are nothing and shouldn't be felt in any kind of way.

Despite that, he wasn't going to give up that easily. So continued trying to seduce you, to sleep with you and manipulate your feelings. But soon you got caught on what he was doing. You honestly didn't mind sleeping with him, because in the Qun you don't have sex for love, but because it was in your nature to do so.

So you and Astarion came to some kind of agreement, you were basically traveling companions but with benefits. You and him were happy that you were both getting something out of this, but then things got complicated.

Your feelings began to get involved in the mixed, you thought that something was wrong, because you had better control of your feelings, but not this time. You began to feel all kinds of things when being with Astarion, but you weren't the only one.

He too began to develop feelings for you. It was difficult, you both had no idea on what you were doing. You thought about ending things, but at the same time you didn't. You actually wanted to have a real relationship with him.

One night you were in about to sleep, until Astarion pulled you aside to talk with you. He told you about his plan and how he tried to do what he would normally do himself, but he fell for you. That wasn't part of his plan but it happened and he didn't know what to do. "You're...you're incredible... you deserve something real..." That's what he told you. Then you decided to add on what he had told you. "Well, since we are being honest. I do want something real with you." You explained to him, seen the look of surprise in his face. "You... you do?" he asked. "Yes, I mean.... Back in the Qun, we don't really love or have that kind of affection towards one another, were just... companions in which now and then we'd bed. But when we started our thing... My feelings began to get evolved. And all honestly, I don't know what to say or do with them. I have no idea how to be with someone so.... close." You explained to him, it was a confession. Your confession to him.

"Hm, I see, that was exactly what I was going to say, but... you basically took the words out of my mouth. As much as I want to, I just don't know." He replied with a small chuckle. It was quiet for a moment, all you could do was stare at one another for a brief second. It was as if you looked at one another in a new light. You felt all the butterflies in your stomach go wild, and your heart beat was beating at a fast rate. Then you thought of something, you walked up to him and pulled him into a nice warm hug. His head was laying on your chest while your arms were wrapped around his torso. Astarion was frozen on the spot, with his arms spread out a bit, he then brought them around you as well. Hugging you around your waist and leaning closer to your warmth. This was nice.

That's was how your relationship became official. This was a bran new thing to the both of you, so you had to learn a couple things. It was pretty easy to learn how couples would engage.

You didn't mind showing PDA, you liked to hold hands with Astarion in the public, same with kissing and hugging. He preferred for that to be private, but he also doesn't mind showing off his new found love for you.

How could he be mad? He's convinced that you're the love of his life! he wasn't going to loose you easily.

Then one day you've told him something that caught his attention. He learned that to show you were actually serious with someone, you needed to find a dragon's tooth and split it into two, then give it to the other person. So no matter how far you both are, you'll always be together.

He made it his mission to find a dragon tooth. Finally he did, he had found a dragon's tooth, he felt very excited and happy that he was going to show you his love for you, with this gesture.

He manage to get the tooth to be slit in half and make it into some kind of trinket.

One night that you were in the woods, laying on the grass, naked after doing the deed. You were both just cuddling. Astarion was admiring how beautiful you were, with the moonlight hitting your metallic like skin and your muscles. You were just so beautiful, he believed that you were a creation of the gods themselves. He sat up and looked at you. "I'd like to have a talk with you." He said, then you sat up on using your elbows. "What is it?" You asked. "Remember when you told me about the whole dragon tooth thing?" he asked. You nodded in response.

The then reached over his clothes and grabbed out something, when he brought it to you, you saw that it half of a dragon's tooth that was split and tied to a necklace. "Is that what I think it is?" you asked. Astarion only nodded, then brought it up to you and putting it around you neck. It looked perfect around your neck, as if it was meant to be there. "Not often people surprise me, Kadan." You told him, this made Astarion raise a brow by the new pet name. "Kadan?" he asked, then you leaned up, getting close to his face. "Kadan, my heart." You said, lovingly, leaning in for a kiss. "Kadan.." Astarion repeted. As you both kissed each other on the lips.

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20dollarlolita · 9 months

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What's up, here's a little pep talk I had to have with myself about the fact that I've recently gone from invisibly disabled to very visibly disabled. It was a pep talk for me, but you can have it too:

Part 1) You deserve to be more than surviving. When you can fumble through and do okay, nice. But what if you can give yourself more support? If, instead of fumbling through, you are able to be comfortable and happy, then you're allowed to do what makes you comfortable and happy. You can do what makes you comfortable and happy, even if you don't NEED it just to get by. Also, BTW, if you feel very poorly when you drive in stop-and-go traffic for more than 4 minutes, because your body is in too much pain from pressing the brake pedal, you deserve better than that.

Part 2) I didn't feel particularly awkward getting disability aids that weren't visible. Expensive insoles in all my shoes isn't a thing other people see, and I didn't feel weird getting them myself. Taking ibuprofen multiple times a day wasn't a visible thing, and I didn't feel weird doing it. It was when I was looking at getting a cane, and when I was looking at getting a wheelchair that I started worrying about if I was "disabled enough" to need it. That was some fun ableism to get to unpack. Invisible things, didn't need to question if I needed them. Visible things, "ooh what if I'm just overreacting?" Can only trust my own judgement of my disability when no one can see it? Yikes.

Part 3) "What if I get a cane and then I get better?" YES. YES. THAT IS THE POINT. THAT IS THE BEST CASE SCENARIO. IF THAT HAPPENS, THEN YOU WIN. YOU DID GOOD.

Part 4) Everyone's ability level fluctuates constantly. It's so built into our lives that we don't even see it, at least until it's someone's disability. "I deadlifted 290lbs yesterday and now my arms feel like noodles," is overexerting yourself and paying for it the next day. Being willing to hike 5 miles in hiking boots, but not wanting to walk a mile down the beach in flip flops? That's your ability level changing depending on what support you get from what you're wearing. Walking 5 miles in hiking boots, but calling a Lyft to drive you 10 blocks because you're wearing high heels? That's getting help from someone else because your ability level is lower that day.

But when it's not being able to get out of bed because you cleaned your house yesterday and overexerted yourself, when you'll walk across a parking lot with a cane but will use a rollator to walk 1/4 mile, when you need someone to push your wheelchair on days when you don't feel good, it feels harder to accept. Also, a lot of abled people fully understand not walking 10 blocks in heels, but consider a disabled person faking because they use nothing one day and a wheelchair the next. Understanding changing ability level is so built into culture that it's not even noticed, but understanding dynamic disability level is apparently just too much to ask people.

Part 5) Every motivational speaker will talk about proacting and reacting. Reacting is looking at the situation you are in, and figuring out what to do about it. Reacting is what you do after something happens. Proacting is where you look at the future, and figure out what to do so that the future situation is something better. Proacting is what you do to make something happen.

Despite the 20dollarlolita pep talks tag on this blog, I'm not a motivational speaker. I'm not going to say that you must proact all the time. I'm going to say that proacting is very valid. If you look at your situation, and you go, "If I use my wheelchair today, then I will have enough energy to do what I want to do tomorrow. If I don't use my wheelchair today, I will be in pain and have difficulty functioning tomorrow," then you can use the wheelchair, even if you feel fine. I've found that, when I use my cane, I often don't feel like I need it. However, my situation is such that I can go from, "I don't need it," to "I really need it," faster than a sponge in a treedome. Over the span of a couple of steps, I can lose my balance or step wrong and find that I'm really leaning on my cane for the rest of the day. Not bringing it because I don't need it at the start of the walk from the parking garage to the coffee shop means that I don't have it on the walk back to the parking garage from the coffee shop. That's putting strain on my ankle that I don't need to put.

Waking up, feeling fine, and still using your wheelchair is completely valid. If you have even the slightest concern that not using your wheelchair today will make things even the tiniest hair bit worse that it would if you'd take the wheelchair, you can absolutely take the wheelchair.

You don't need to proact all the time, though! If you say, "Yeah, I don't want to take the wheelchair, and whatever happens tomorrow will happen," that's also your right. You're the one in your body, and you'll be the one who pays the consequence of not doing something, so you can make a judgement that most other people can't. As long as your judgement is based on your body and your ability, and isn't based on society pressuring you to take less accommodation than you need, you can make that judgement.

Part 6) Sitting down in a wheelchair, your elbows are generally much better able to hit someone's crotch than they are if you're standing up. Sometimes, people will do shitty ableist things. And look, no one knows for sure that it wasn't an accident, that someone did a shitty ableist thing and then you accidentally elbowed them in the crotch. Just food for thought there.

#20dollarlolita pep talks

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