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@nerdraging4point0 and I bring you ::

DOMINATE THE GAME : EXHIBITION

Pairing: Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x Female Readerx Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless

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CW: .This is an alternate universe story with only names and likenesses used in creation of a character. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Please review the content warning before proceeding. 18+ MNDI, any minors interacting with my work will be blocked, this is for your safety as well as my own.

Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship, [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent]

The National Women’s Soccer League Anti-Harassment Policy: This policy prohibits the use of coercion, force, intimidation, or Power Imbalance to pursue sexual contact or an intimate relationship of any sort.

The story includes: POV switching, oral (male and female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cum eating, panty sniffing, swearing, alcohol consumption, a little subby Chris, it's filthy and smutty threesome

If I missed anything please let me know💜

This is real person fiction; Fiction based on real people in fictitious situations.

word count: 6k PART ONE

A/N: Huge shout out to @nerdraging4point0 for collaborating with me on this. EVERYONE GO FOLLOWER HER AND READ HER WORK THANK YOU! also thank you to @tearfallpixie and @beaker1636 for cheerleading and all of your support!

I had no idea a part two would come from this, but here we are.

With love,

Lady Raging🗡️

With an iron grip, Kate yanks you by the wrist, plowing through the swarming mass of bodies that is quickly consuming the bar. Only minutes before, you had been nestled in bed reading until she disrupted your peace.

 "You fucking graduated college, and all you do to celebrate is read?! Bitch, let's go." And here you are, knowing damn well that in 2.5 seconds, she's going to be up some guy's business trying to get dicked down one last time before she moves, and you will be left alone once again at the bar. 

She raps her knuckles sharply on the lacquered wood, flagging down the harried bartender. Not wasting a second, she barks an order for a round of shots, her foot tapping impatiently to the pounding music. You scan the cramped space, anxiety rising as you take in the crush of people, loud and suffocating. "Let's drink to your 4.0!" Her grin is wide, and she means well. But the dark romance novel still calls your name back home. There was a biker gang…tall, muscular tattooed men….

"Fine," you huff, sending a death stare her way as you plop down on the stool. "Just one."

Thankfully, Kate had ordered something sweet to make the experience a little more tolerable; you still wince when the saccharine liquid coats the back of your throat. You shake yourself as the burn subsides, the alcohol numbing your nerves almost instantly. 

"Wanna play a round of pool with me?" Kate asks, giving you her sweet puppy eyes, adding a pout for extra flare. Because Kate can't do anything less than over the top. 

"Please!" She sips the first of many fruity concoctions of the night, waiting for your response. 

You look at the pool table and back to her. So far, no one is playing, but there are a lot of people nearby drinking and laughing, minding their own business. That's a lot of people who will definitely be judging you for how you play. Especially next to the Pool Goddess herself. Kate doesn't let you win; she makes you work for it. Even tonight, on this special day. And you know why she asked you; you are her bait to get dicked down by some helpless guy that walks into her trap. 

Kate is smart, beautiful, and cunning. 

Your mind drifts back to the ruthless MC, four best friends covered from head to toe in tattoos..what I wouldn't do to get between all of them…do whatever they ask…

Kate clears her throat, effectively yanking you from your lusty daydream about fictional characters from a book. 

"Ok, fine, go get the round set up, I'll be over, but I need to pee, or I'm going to burst." You scramble to the bathroom before she can question your sanity. 

Your trip to the bathroom is quick but might as well have been hours with the sudden change in atmosphere. The bar is packed now, bodies pressed together, the buzz of drunken chatter filling your ears. You emerge from the bathroom into the pulsing crowd, your eyes scanning the sea of strangers for Kate. 

There - in the corner by the pool table. Some tall, faceless man has her pinned against the felt, hands on her hips, breath hot against her neck as he pretends to show her how to hold the cue. She's lapping up the attention, giggling coyly like she's never played a game in her life.

The sweaty bodies press in on all sides as you slide through the crowded bar, eager to escape the suffocating heat. You need air. Now. Claustrophobia claws at your gut, urging you to flee this den of iniquity. But just as you reach for your wallet to pay the tab, a gruff voice rumbles behind you.

"Congratulations, captain."

You whirl around, ready to unleash your frustration on the presumptuous stranger. But the words died on your lips - tall, muscular, with a chiseled jawline barely visible under the shadow of his black baseball cap. Aviator sunglasses obscuring his eyes, even in the bar's dim light.

Who wears sunglasses inside? What a fucking ego.

But then you see the crooked grin spreading across his face. No. It couldn't be.

"C-coach Davis?" you stammer, taking a desperate gulp of whiskey to steady your nerves. The alcohol burns your throat but does nothing to dampen the fire now raging inside you.

Damn him. Just his presence made you weak. Made you want. Made you remember all those secret, stolen moments in the equipment room after practice. The way he'd pin you against the lockers, claiming you with rough, urgent kisses.

Your shudder consumes you, equal parts irritated and aroused. You needed to get out of here before you did something stupid. But with him blocking your path, escape would not come easy.

The noisy bar closes in around you as he leans over. His shirt grazes your skin, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as familiar as the day he left. The stubble on his jaw and down his neck makes you want to reach out and touch him. With a crook of his finger, he catches the bartender's eye, commanding a shot without a word. 

He says nothing, silent, as he tilts his head back and lets the liquid slide down his throat. His tongue darts out to catch the last sweet drop, reluctant to let even a taste escape. Setting the empty glass down with a quiet clink, his lips curve into a heated smile—your heart races as you meet his gaze, cheeks burning under the intensity of his stare.

"How about one more extra…practice to celebrate all of your victories?"

His words are like smoke, low and tempting, beckoning you into his flames. Nodding, breathless, eager to let him take the lead.

I watch him strut over to her at the bar, his determination palpable despite the sunglasses under his cap. His movements like a prowling beast zeroing in on its next victim. I'd warned him to back off; he'd sworn to me he would. After I toss back another shot, adding the glass to the graveyard already cluttering my table. As I rake a hand through my hair, there’s a whiff of fresh hair dye—a drastic change for me, but one I'd desperately needed. Feeling my unease amplify as I observe their encounter unfold, equal parts fascinated and unsettled. Though I itch to intervene, some twisted part of me craved to see how it would all play out.

 Temptation has a way of slinking into your life when you least expect it, like a tiger on the prowl. I knew that danger all too well. I'd walked that path before, thinking I was in control, only to get mauled for my troubles. The scars still ache on cold nights.

So when I saw Noah falling under that spell, I felt a familiar unease. Could this alluring creature be his undoing, too? I watch them leave the bar hand in hand, her fingers intertwined with his. The sight triggers memories I thought I'd left behind. I throw some money on the bar and follow, unnerved but unable to look away. Some lessons you just have to learn the hard way. But maybe, just maybe, I could keep Noah from the same fate. This time, I had to try.

My throat tightens as I raise my hand to knock, my pulse quickening. I don't want to jeopardize my friendship with Noah, but if he's in there with her...this could ruin him. I take a deep breath and rap my knuckles against the door. When it swings open, my eyes widen at the sight - Noah and her, tangled together, eyes blown wide and lips bitten red. Noah recovers smoothly, clearing his throat as he untangles himself from her embrace. He's straightening his shirt with shaking hands, his hat and shades gone, and I feel my eyes roll. 

"What's up, Cerulli?" he asks lightly, but I can hear the strain in his voice. I quickly shove my raised hand into my pocket, glancing at the floor as my thoughts begin to spiral. I shouldn't have come, but now that I'm here…

Your mouth falls open as you stare at the man just outside your door. It's Coach Chris, but he barely resembles the mentor you knew just months ago. His once-neat blonde hair is now shaved on the sides, the remaining purple locks wild on top. You swallow hard, knowing there's no rule against being with Coach Davis now that you've graduated. But the shame still burns hot on your cheeks as you meet his eyes.

"C-Coach, I…” you stammer, unable to find the words to explain yourself under his dark gaze. You've let him down and the weight of it crushes your chest, leaving you anxious and tongue-tied before the man you once admired.

He crosses the room toward you, and an unfamiliar expression clouds his rugged features. It's a look you've never seen on his face, a heady mix of desire and urgency that makes your pulse quicken. With feline grace, he brushes past Coach Davis, those muscular arms reaching and grasping until his large hands cradle your face in their warmth. His lips crush against yours, claiming you in a searing kiss that steals your breath away. You melt into him, kissing him back feverishly, your body igniting at his touch.

The soft click of the door barely registers through the haze of lust. You open your eyes to see Coach Davis leaning against the wall, his heated gaze devouring you both. Spurred on by his attention, you press yourself harder against Coach Chris’ firm body, moaning into his mouth. Noah hisses in response, his eyes dark with longing from across the room.

Chris pulls away from you abruptly, leaving you stumbling backward, breathless, as your back slams against the wall.

"I-I'm s-s-so sorry, I shouldn't have-" His breath catches, words faltering as his tattooed fingers brush over his lips, still burning from your kiss. 

“No more apologizing. Just kiss me.” You push off the wall and charge at Chris pressing his body against the edge of the counter. Enough with the stalling. You just want to be devoured by these two tattooed giants. 

Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes at the same time you wrap your arms around his neck, you pull him in close. His lips are still and hesitant and when you glance up at him, you find a storm raging behind his big brown eyes. 

“I just graduated Summa cum laude,” your confidence falters.  “Now fuck me... Please,” Your harsh demand fades into a whisper when his eyes darken. 

A shiver of excitement ripples through you as Noah takes his place behind you, pressing you firmly into Chris, trapping you between their hard bodies. Chris's resolve breaks, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. At the same time, Noah's hips grind against your ass, his hard cock pressing against you as he grips your hips and pulls you closer. Your hands wander under Chris's shirt, fingers grazing over the hard planes of his chest.

"Ah fuck!" you cry out as Noah's teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking.

"Don't focus on him. Look at me," Chris commands, grasping your chin with slender, tattooed fingers. "Feel what I'm doing to you." He punctuates each word with feather-light kisses along your cheeks and mouth, teasing, tempting. You lean into him desperately, craving more of his touch and taste. Dizzy with desire, you're caught between them, Chris's lips igniting your nerves while Noah marks your neck with rough, claiming bites.

"More," you breathe, drunk on the ecstasy of their passion.

Your body is alight with need, every caress and kiss pushing you closer to the edge. Noah answers your plea by gripping your waist and turning you around to face him. Once he has you where he wants you, his hands come to the sides of your face, tilting your head up slightly to meet his lips, rough and relentless as he pushes you back against Chris, his tongue spearing your lips apart. His parted lips muffle your moans as another pair of large hands snake down your front to work your buttons and zipper loose of your denim shorts.

“I bet you're dripping for us, hmm?” Chris’ husky voice mixes in with the wet sounds of bitten lips and battling tongues. Sliding your panties aside, he parts your silken folds with two thick fingers. “Fuuuuck,” he groans as he thrusts his fingers inside you, his harsh movement pulls you against his chest, detaching your mouth from Noah’s. Noah doesn’t miss a beat as he moves to nibble at your neck. Your mind is overwhelmed by their touch, both soft and demanding.

“Coach, want a taste?” 

The sudden rumble against your back makes your eyes pop open wide. Your stomach tightens as insecurity washes over you as his words penetrate the hormonal haze in your brain. What if he doesn’t like the way I taste? What if-

Time slows around you as you watch Chris present Noah with his glistening fingers. Noah’s hands don’t leave your hips as he leans down and starts to lick at the other coach’s inked digits. He moans approvingly as the fingers slide further down his throat. The sounds the two men make as you stand sandwiched between them has your pussy throbbing.

Noah’s cheeks hollow as Chris’s digits fall slowly off his parted lips. With a lustful sigh, he pulls you close to his body, lips crashing to yours as his tongue pushes forcefully past your lips. The taste of you is still on his tongue as your mouths dance. You melt against him, caught up in the heat of the moment, as he claims your mouth hungrily. Chris pulls your hair aside kissing the small exposed spaces of your neck and shoulders. 

Your heart sinks when Noah pulls from you, but when his hot breath brushes against your ear, your thighs clench together. 

“I need more,” he growls before nipping at your earlobe.

“Answer him, champ- do you want to give him more?” Suddenly the men step away from you giving you space to breathe, to think. You look between your two coaches.

Your usual confidence, the one you use to lead your team, returns to your voice, “Yes, Coach, yes I do.” 

Your lips curve into a seductive grin as you watch the pair devour you with their eyes. Even in the short time the coaches have worked together they have found their rhythm and you can't wait to see what they have planned for you. 

Chris spins you around pressing your bodies together his hands sliding down your body. With commanding hands, he grips your thighs and growls, "Up." You eagerly jump into his arms, craving his touch. Your legs wrap tightly around his muscular waist as the three of you move together in perfect sync.

Noah removes your shirt, his fingers working swiftly. The bra straps slip down your shoulders. Chris’ forehead presses against yours, his eyes gazing deeply into your own. 

"Bedroom?" he whispers.

You nod eagerly, tongue darting out to wet your lips. With a push off the kitchen counter, he’s crossing the living room with you in his arms. Your mouth seeks his tattooed skin, kissing, tasting. From behind, Coach Davis' eyes dark with lust. Eyes locked with his, you melt into Chris’s embrace, anticipation rising. The bedroom door closes, sealing the three of you in ecstasy.

Chris tosses you to the bed flopping on the mattress with such force you bounce off the soft blankets, the two coaches standing at the edge of your bed staring intensely down at you. You watch as Chris’ tattooed hands grip the hem of his shirt. 

“Stop, allow me.” His hands freeze in their place, eyes tracking your sudden movement. The world slows around you as you rise from the bed, the air thick with tension. Your hands push him away as you take hold of the fabric. You look up at the man who’s coached you throughout college, who’s been leading you since day one. His devilish smile softens as you lift the hem of his shirt. He sighs when he pulls the rest of the shirt off, his breath quickens as your hands explore his tattooed skin.

“Oh fuck,” your mouth pops open as you take in the coach you've known for years. 

You had no idea he was covered in tattoos. You've seen the exposed skin of his arms and neck when he wears his short-sleeved cotton shirts, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

Instinctually, you reach for the button of his pants, but he gasps your wrists in his large hands. “Easy tiger, not yet...” You huff, disappointed looking down at your bound wrists, suddenly aware of how large he is compared to you. 

“We have all night,” he smirks. 

The scales are tipping back and forth in my mind as I weigh the pros and cons of my current situation. How did things go from me trying to talk Noah out of this to him convincing me it's a good idea?

She's been one of my top players since her freshman year. I've worked closely with her for eight months now, when she became captain, strategizing plays and positions. I told myself she was just another student-athlete. I had a responsibility, an obligation. She trusted me. But I didn't trust myself.

I've been down this road before. When I was coaching softball, there was a student I fell for. I didn't think I would sleep with her, but I did. I quit soon after - I was filled with shame and regret. Worse still, I couldn't bear seeing her every day and not wanting her each time she passed me in the hall. This time, when those late-night practice feelings arose, all I had to do was text her. I'd take care of my needs at home and that would be the end of it. But my tiger called things off last spring; something about getting engaged and not wanting to hurt the guy like that. As if she hadn't been sexting me behind his back the whole year they dated. Women can be complicated.

Everything has changed. The old rules and limits that held me back are gone. For the first time, I can pursue my desires without guilt or shame weighing me down. There's a thrill in getting what I want with no consequences, but I know that freedom comes with a price. But at this moment, nothing is complicated.

Her pants slide down her hips as my fingers find the elastic waistband, tugging them off in fevered jerks. Our kiss doesn't break for a second as she shimmies to help me undress her. My hands are greedy for the feel of her bare skin. We're both breathing hard, lost in this heated moment.

The warmth of her body beckons as she sinks onto the bed's edge. I kneel before her like a man at worship, guiding her legs onto my shoulders with a reverent touch. Her fingers run through my hair but hold me back as I push her panties aside.

"No, no, don’t fight me," I whisper, leaning closer, inhaling her scent.

She whimpers at the first touch of my tongue, tightening her grip on my hair. I feel her thighs tremble, threatening to close, but I lick deeper anyway. She tastes of honey and spice and everything nice.

Sensing her resistance, I grasp those luscious thighs, knowing my force will leave marks on her come morning - marks she'll press her fingers to and remember this night. A throaty moan escapes her lips as I claim her. 

“Lay back, it’s Coach Davis’ turn.” Chris coos as he wipes your release from his chin. 

Hungry for more, you flash Noah a wicked grin before sliding off your lace panties. Something mischievous sparks in you and you ball up your panties and toss them at him. With his tall frame, he barely moves a muscle, effortless when he brings them up to his face and sniffs. 

Of-fucking-course. 

You shake your head giggling to yourself as you lay back on the bed. A small yelp tumbles from your parted lips when soft lips brush against your thigh. Looking down, you find Noah right at home between your thighs.

All of a sudden, Chris' slender fingers grip your chin pulling your attention from the brown-haired coach kissing and nibbling at the tender flesh of your thighs. His lips wander closer and closer to where you want him most. 

Your vision fills with dark brown eyes like walking in the thick forest after it rains, it’s eerie yet calming at the same time. Slowly, your gaze shifts to the mirror behind him, sucking in a breath at the erotic sight your mouth drops to the floor - Noah buried between your thighs, his tongue working its magic while Chris’ tattooed hands and painted nails settle around your throat.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Chris purrs, his voice dripping with lust. His grip tightens ever so slightly as you start to writhe with pleasure.

"Fuuuuck.” The vibration of Noah’s voice against your slick flesh makes you shudder.

Chris moves to sit beside you, one hand still wrapped around your throat while the other roams greedily over your body. You cry out as he pinches a hardened nipple, the sting blending deliciously with the pleasure mounting inside you.

"Relax," he breathes, trailing kisses up your jaw that leave you melting into the pillows. You obey, giving yourself over completely to the ecstasy they're creating.

"That's it," Chris praises, his smile wicked and hungry. 

You're lost in a haze of passion, every nerve singing as they play your body like an instrument. Chris leans in, ghosting his parted lips over your cheek before nipping at your earlobe. “Can I kiss you again?” he whispers in your ear. A shiver spider crawls up your spine as he ghosts feather light kisses to your ear then trailing down your jaw, waiting for your answer. 

“Answer him, darling,” Noah grunts as he thrusts a finger inside your slick walls.

“I-uh-” your brain short circuits, overwhelmed by the pressure building in your core and the proximity of Chris’ lips to yours. His breath is hot against your skin; the intoxicating concoction of his spicy cologne and his body heat makes your eyelids flutter. 

You jolt up suddenly, as another slender finger is thrust inside you. “Answer… Him.” Noah punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers. 

"Yes," you moan, the word spilling desperately from your lips. You lick them, trying to wet your parched mouth. "Please," you beg, voice stronger with need.

Chris smiles, his mouth hovering just out of reach. "Ask nicely," he purrs.

Noah thrusts deep inside you and you arch up with a cry, lips seeking Chris's but denied at the last moment.

"Yes, please," you plead, drunk on desire, "I need you, please."

Noah's lips and tongue hungrily ravage your aching clit as a primal growl erupts from his chest. Chris grabs your face and crushes his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue between your parted lips. His thumb caresses your cheek with dominant possession, his hand still gripping your throat. Waves of pleasure course through you and you swear you could come right at that moment. Noah clamps down on your trembling thighs with his elbows prying your legs apart wider. You clench around Noah’s fingers. 

“I’m so close!” you whine into Chris’ parted lips. 

“That’s it champ, you can do it.”  He leans over you to pin your hands against the headboard, leaving you at the mercy of Noah’s fingers and tongue. “Stop holding on and let go.” His command is soft yet firm enough to break you. Your eyes roll back as your climax wrecks through your body; Noah licking and sucking your sensitive bud as he finger fucks you through the aftershocks. 

Noah sucks at your throbbing clit once more while his fingers continue to thrust in and out of you. He lifts his head to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide with primal desire. “Come on captain, give me all you got.” Out of nowhere, another orgasm plows through you. Noah is quick to swap his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking every last drop you give him. When he’s satisfied, he rises from between your legs wiping your sticky release from his chin. 

“I’m going to grab us some water, ok?” Noah turns and trots out the door before you can respond in your blissed-out state.

You roll over to your side with a satisfied sigh, your gaze tracking Chris’ hands at the waistband of his jeans. Adjusting to sit upright on the edge of the bed, your breath hitches as you reach out to him once again, you hesitate- heart pounding and when you look up you find a small smile on the coach’s face and he nods. Licking your lips, your fingers work quickly to set his cock free. Chris moans softly when you push his pants and boxers down around his hips. Your eyes roam over the expanse of his tattooed body as he steps out of his clothes. 

A subtle flush colors his cheeks when he catches you staring at him; his a little larger than Noah but not by much- his tip red and angry ready for teasing. Chris’ eyebrows furrow slightly when you rise from the bed, his chest heaves with anticipation as you close the distance. He doesn’t say a word when your hands find purchase on his hips, or when you press your tummy against his erect cock, now chest to chest. Pulling yourself up on your tiptoes you tilt your head back and part your lips slightly. He answers your silent plea, lips pressing onto yours, tongues dancing wildly. You could drown in the taste of him, the feel of him pressed hard against you, but you decide it’s your turn to take charge. 

You push Chris onto the bed, and at first, his eyes widen, but when you point to the center of the bed- he obeys. The air around you is electric as you crawl over him, settling your thighs on either side of his hips. He hisses when your still slick pussy rubs against his throbbing cock. You know you don’t have much time alone with him and you don’t know how long he will let you take the lead. Forever grateful for the hair tie always around your wrist, you quickly toss your hair into a messy bun before leaning down to kiss him. Your lips graze against his, you pull back when he tries to kiss you back. A small whine tumbles from his parted lips and it ignites a fire in you. You lick and nibble at the script ink on his jaw, teasing your lips closer and closer to his mouth. And then you hear it.

“Please.” It’s hushed and a little strained. 

“Please what?” You whisper in the singer’s ear causing his neck and shoulders to quiver. 

“K-kiss me, touch me, fuck me.. Please,” he rushes out, his words a jumbling mess as you rut against him. You know you can only give him one thing as you hear footsteps pad through the hallway. You pull his face to yours, smashing his lips, tongues fighting for dominance, lungs begging for air. You rock your hips faster, clit aching for friction, heart racing as the footsteps get louder- you don’t stop as Chris writhes underneath you until-

You freeze, lips still locked when the door creaks open.

“Having fun without me?” Noah huffs a laugh, but you still hear a trace of envy. You part from Chris and watch as his gaze shifts beyond you. You try to turn your head but a pair of hands cover your eyes and grip the side of your face keeping you in place. 

“What the hell!?” 

“Shhh, relax,” Chris purrs into your ear, and his dominance returns in an instant.  Suddenly, something frigid and moist is pressed against your inner thigh. “The fuck?!” you shriek as your body tenses and shivers. “Please I-” and as soon as you start, the cold is gone only to be replaced by warm hands caressing the tender flesh of your thighs. “Fuck you,” you curse when fingernails dig into your skin. 

“She’s a mouthy one, coach,” Chris chuckles darkly in front of you. All of once the hands leave your eyes and thighs. Before you, Chris holds a bottle of water, and the bed creeks as Noah shifts behind you. 

“Drink up champ.” You begin to grasp at the bottle but he pulls away. “Uh uh, open up.” Your brows furrow in confusion until he opens his mouth and sticks out his long tongue. 

Oh!

Tilting your head back, you shut your eyes tight, and pop open your mouth wide. Cool water trickles down the back of your throat, soothing you instantly. Once you’ve had your fill, you push away his hands to signal you’re finished. 

“Good girl,” he beams, then takes a swig from his bottle. 

“How am I doing coach?”

“You’re a real MVP.” He winks at you before turning to set his and your water down. 

The calloused fingertips dancing across your still moist lower lip, send shivers down your spine. Chris' husky voice tingles your ears as he purrs, "What else can this filthy mouth do?"

Before you can respond, Noah's strong hand encircles your throat, firm yet gentle as he lifts you from your slouched position in Chris' lap. You rise to your knees, back arched, eyes locked with Chris’ penetrating gaze. Noah gathers your hair from your messy bun in his tattooed fingers, gripping tightly as his other hand grasps your jaw.

"Open up, baby girl," he growls. You comply eagerly, slackening your jaw.

"Wider," Chris demands, his voice thick with lust. You obey, mouth agape, pulse racing.

"Just like that," Noah praises in your ear. "Good girl."

Ecstatic groans fill the room as Noah guides you down to Chris’ throbbing cock, eager fingers tangling in your hair. Chris’s length pulses against your lips, velvet heat enveloping him as you take him deep. Your tongue caresses every ridge, relishing his taste, his scent, losing yourself in this act of pure pleasure. Noah’s breath is hot and urgent in your ear, his words kindling the fire within. 

“That’s it, good girl.” 

Chris’s fingers tighten in your hair as Noah releases his grip, hips bucking, chasing that sweet oblivion. You ache to give it to him, to drive him over the edge with your mouth alone. Every muffled cry fans the flames of your own desire. Noah’s hand trails down your back following the curve of your ass to drop between your legs. Sliding two fingers into you, your walls stretch around his thick fingers until he’s down to the knuckle, making you surge forward thrusting Chris deeper in your mouth, it’s all so much to take in. Noah moves his fingers skillfully as you continue to bob your head back and forth.  Nothing exists beyond this room, this bed, beyond Chris swelling heavy on your tongue and Noah’s lips tracing the shell of your ear. 

“Come for us,” Noah whispers, and you shudder with need, ready to obey.

Noah's hard thrust of his fingers sends you surging forward, lips wrapped tight around Chris's thick length. "Mmffuck," Chris groans, fisting your hair to keep you still, slowing his urgent pace. Noah's lips graze your back in a tender kiss before his palm cracks sharply against your ass.

"Open up," he commands gruffly. You obey, spreading your legs wide, aching for him. With one powerful stroke, he's buried to the hilt, hips slamming into your ass. You cry out around Chris, drowning in bliss, loving their dominance. Hands gripping, cocks filling, they own you completely.

Your body trembles as Chris fills your mouth, his swollen cock sliding over your tongue. You moan around him, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. Behind you, Noah's thrusts quicken, pushing you further onto Chris with every slick slide.

"That's it, champ," Chris hisses, fisting your hair. "Relax for me."

You try to obey, loosening your throat as Noah's pace pushes you down Chris's length. Tears prick your eyes but you breathe through your nose, focused only on pleasuring them both.

"So beautiful like this," Noah groans, his nails digging into your hips. You clench around him, so close to the edge.

Chris hits the back of your throat and you swallow instinctively. "Fuck. Gonna come down this tight little throat."

You moan eagerly at his words, your own climax rushing up to meet you. You want them to use you, to take their pleasure, and mark you as theirs. You suck Chris harder, ready to swallow every drop as Noah pounds you from behind, driving you right over the edge into dizzying ecstasy.

You feel your orgasm building as you moan and scream around Chris's cock, still hard inside your mouth. Noah is pounding into you from behind, his thick length filling you up. "Fuck," Noah groans. "You're gonna come for us, huh baby girl?" You nod desperately, unable to speak with Chris's grip on your hair.

Your body tenses, muscles clenching as you hover on the edge. You hear Noah cursing as he gets close. Opening your eyes, you look up at Chris. His eyes are closed in ecstasy. You tap his thigh, wanting him to watch you come undone. When his eyes meet yours, it pushes him over the edge. "Jesus Christ," he moans, spilling down your throat. You swallow every drop, milking him as he trembles.

"Shit," Noah growls as he finds his release, pumping you full of his seed. Chris pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, jaw aching. Noah slides free and you collapse back onto your heels, thoroughly used and satisfied.

“Come on, champ we gotta clean you up.” Together, the coaches pull you up from the bed, looping their arms around your shoulders, they work in tandem to walk you to the bathroom. 

Chris turns on the shower while Noah distracts you with his teeth and tongue. Your body is set ablaze once again, despite already being thoroughly used. Suddenly, you’re being torn away from Noah and another pair of lips claim yours. The sound of slapped skin echoes through the small room as Chris is pressed against you with force. He moans into your mouth and a small giggle erupts as you imagine what Noah saw when he smacked Chris’ ass. Fingers grip around your wrist and you feel your body being pulled toward the shower. You don't mind being passed around like a soccer ball passed from one coach to the other.

“Let’s clean you up, captain,” Coach Davis’ tone of authority returns but softens with a wink and a peck to your lips. He guides you into the shower, the warm water envelops you as you close your eyes and let it soothe you. You melt into the touch at your hips, moaning into a pair of lips on yours. You don’t care who it is, you know they will take care of you, even if it’s for only tonight. Your thoughts sour at the idea of them leaving, each of them supporting you and pushing you to be the best player out on the field. You know they can help you be the best version of yourself. You are pulled from your melancholy when two hands grip your hips and twirl you around. Stumbling, over your feet from the slick floor you crash into another solid chest; sandwiched between two coaches again.

“Easy there tiger,” Chris growls in your ear. 

You barely have time to process what is happening when another pair of lips capture yours. Pressed up against a firm chest, your head rolls back when you gasp for breath. The air around you is hot and thick from the steam and the large bodies closing you in. Melting into Noah behind you, you close your eyes just for a second focusing on filling your lungs with air. You shiver slightly when his arms brush against your sides, pressing Chris’ firm body and hard-on against your tummy. His dick twitches making you giggle, but suddenly your suck in a breath when you hear wet noises above you. When you peer through your lashes you find the two coaches kissing. It’s rushed and sloppy with bitten lips and dancing tongues.

“Fuck.” Your pussy flutters at the erotic sight, which is only heightened by the water dripping down Chris’ hair turning it dark violet. You raise your hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, but yelp when it's gripped by another and yanked backward at the same time Chris’ hands clasp at your face pulling you into a searing kiss. 

“I need to wash these, princess,” Noah coos in your ear as he brushes his fingertips up and down your arms. Your only response is a loud moan when Chris nips at your lower lips as Noah begins to wash your body. You let the men take turns kissing and cleaning you. By the time the water runs cold, the three of you are thoroughly clean and satisfied once again.

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[odinsblog]

Brace yourselves: the anti-abortion calls are coming from inside the House, the Senate and the Democratic Party.

“The Democratic Party should not impose support for abortion rights as a litmus test on its candidates, House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) said Tuesday, because it needs a broad and inclusive agenda to win back the socially conservative voters who helped elect President Trump.

“This is the Democratic Party. This is not a rubber-stamp party,” Pelosi said in an interview with Washington Post reporters.

“I grew up Nancy D’Alesandro, in Baltimore, Maryland; in Little Italy; in a very devout Catholic family; fiercely patriotic; proud of our town and heritage, and staunchly Democratic,” she added, referring to the fact that she is the daughter and sister of former mayors of that city. “Most of those people — my family, extended family — are not pro-choice. You think I’m kicking them out of the Democratic Party?”

Shorter Nancy Pelosi: You think I’m going to kick all those anti-abortion Republicans out of the Democratic Party? What do you think we are, the opposition party?

Dear Democrats: I do not everrr wanna hear shit about how this is Bernie’s fault, or Susan Sarandon’s fault, or anybody else’s fault. Nobody had to be clairvoyant to predict this would happen, sooner or later. If you constantly appease, mollify and “compromise” with anti-abortion conservatives, then eventually you will get anti-abortion policies—this is not a difficult concept.

We fucking told you.

DNC leadership is responsible for whatever happens next.

#politics #abortion #hillary clinton #nancy pelosi #roe v wade #centrism #neoliberalism #conservadems #womens rights #womens health #healthcare #reproductive rights #reproductive justice #clintonism #scotus

[inazuma-fulgur]

Read the damn article before you pretend this is me just auding Trump in getting reelected

Democrats are stopping their own candidate from getting elected ny refusing to put up someone other than Biden/someone equally unfit and racist

The thing is, the difference between Trump and Biden is their fanbase, their image. Apart from a few Bandaids and otherwise empty promises Biden does indeed continue the same politics as Trump or let's things running undisturbed.

So whether you vote blue no matter who or whatever I don't give a fuck.

But what I do give a fuck about it liberals pretending voting Biden is the end all be all of progressive politics and mandatory to prevent 'the Bad™' from happening going forward. Because it isn't stopping anything as far as we can tell from media coverage

In fact, voting third party is an option, nit voting is an option, doing anything is an option. It's probably worth more to give a random houseless person five bucks than vote Biden.

This annoys me greatly because I don't just see USians say this, I see activists and casuals from other countries with similarly corrupt issues spread the same misinformation about the US. And also about their own countries, act the same way.

Having spend a lot of time within my own countries, Germany, activist spaces and being involved I can tell you with certainty that many people have similar attitudes towards our own government. Campaigning and running ads for political parties involved in funding wars, defending police and police murders, etc.

You might have heard about 'der hohe Repräsentant' (lit. the high Representative' but likely not. Because topics like that largely go ignored by not just the media and our fucked up politicians but our fucked up activists and progressives as well.

Leftists here largely hate Palestine, deem any critique of Israel antisemitic.

Heck even small things, like our progressive parties even try to make healthcare and education worse, push for more cars over public transit. Shit like that

And then hearing people pretend they're a solution on their own, that just voting for them is sufficient. I can't. And they'll attack you for criticizing these parties, which even a supporter who believes in a lesser evil should do, has to do.

Because if you don't critique them and discourage critique (often disingenuously framed as helping the opposing parties, the myth of leftists infighting aiding the right more than the left. A liberal lie I might say), you expose yourself for how you don't send letters, don't go to protests, are in no way involved in anything. You just want their hateful and dangerous politics to continue because they protect your cozy life in a rich white 'western' country.

I think that sucks and I want you to rethink your positions. Because I believe with some tiny bit of introspection you'll realize that this is a messed up thing for you to advocate for.

Again, for the people in the back, if you genuinely believe in the lesser evil that's fine idc even if I don't, but you can't assure yourself you've done enough and you should at the very least stop people from leveraging necessary criticism against politicians.

If you keep defending Biden I'll keep thinking you consider murdering brown* people abroad and invading and destroying their countries a necessary evil to stop... *checks notes* stop Trump from starting wars and enacting racist policies?

#*for why I specifically highlight brown people instead of other marginalized groups #well first of all none of you care about black people getting murdered just within the US already. or not very genuinely #second of all check what I posted about Palestine and the US bombing Iraq just today #also do your research about countries like Sweden Germany France the UK and other european places that enjoy being seen as largely #progressive and 'better than the US at least' and their neo colonialism and just everything else they do #have you heard of Fortress Europe? of Frontex beyond what Jan Böhmermann might've told you? #btw Jan Böhmermann is an open Zionist. fuck him. #a lot of people had requested for him and his team to talk about Palestine. but because he works for german state media he instead #talked about Israel and antisemitism. and downplayed everything. barely addressed any facts about what is going on #despite him being usually being highly critical of german politics and politicians. at least for a liberal #he has still made ambiguously presenting police propaganda in the past where no one was sure whether it was meant to critique police #or celebrate them and make racist jokes about 'clans' and criminality in Germany #dude is not uncontroversial even when he covers important topics more or less well and factually accurate

[simonalkenmayer]

I think the thing I’ve had the most difficulty watching is the evolution of fascism, hand in hand with its monetary crutch, capitalism. They instantiate, support, and feed one another. Always will, I think. At least as long as bigotry is real. So of course I’ve watched you build that too.

Do I mean people of the past weren’t bigoted? No of course not. Humans have always been bigoted. Now I know it’s because of how you think, how your brains work, and no longer expect empathy. What I mean is, I’ve watched you construct new prejudices that are not connected to the past at all. And then live by them as if they are long-held, derived of centuries of anecdotal evidence, when they’re actually the result of an ad campaign, or eugenics or some stupid policy shift twenty years ago.

I’ll give you a tame example:

“men with long hair are not civilized/educated/well off.” It has variations but any man with long hair knows precisely what I mean.

The year I left London to come to the new world, the King had long hair. Long hair was the fashion. And then eventually powdered hair (why? Dry shampoo and then conspicuous nonsense) In London, I used to sit outside a coffee shop next to what you might call a barber shop, but wasn’t then, because well…everything’s different and there’s no point telling you a barber was more like a dentist. Anyway, I used to sit outside next to one of these and listen to the conversations about beard shapes. Yes. Beard shapes. They all had names.

Men have always groomed. Masculine men groomed. Kings and powerful men groomed. They had long hair and they wore it in vain ways. Masculinity contained as much vanity as femininity, if not more.

So are women vain? Or…did misogyny and patriarchy force women to be seen and not heard? Are men with hair gruff and uncouth? Or did haircuts come to demonstrate cleanliness, wealth, and militaristic nationalism? Clean cut for the slaughter, you soldiers in a row.

What about race?

Before the slave trade existed, black people were known. They traveled. They had business dealings.! Their empires were KNOWN. There was prejudice, of course, but it came out of the Crusades and the religious background of most of the black men with which Europeans tended to associate. Primarily Moors. When other parts of Africa were colonized and explored, black culture became spectacle. They were exotic. Not necessarily thought of as lesser, just strange. But then they were judged lesser by men who needed cheap labor that couldn’t back out. Colonies demanded tending, and no citizens would do it willingly. So it is that men who lived no more simply than did we at the time, were judged lacking—first in civility, then culture, then intellect. Then whole unscientific pseudosciences were constructed to declare white superiority, even though half the world remained unexplored and we couldn’t even tell you about what was in the water or the sky. These people still believed in the nonsense Pliny shat out! Google it. I haven’t energy. But here they were manufacturing the bigotry of race as if they were somehow experts on reality when they didn’t even know how blood worked.

I watched you carve this country out of native stone. I even helped when the eating was good. I watched Racism rise, and watched all the new arguments—fucking stupid arguments—barked as if they were long held truth, when they sprang out of ignorance of their own pathetic, cog-like automated path through someone else’s political worldview. The King, the Lord, the Governor, the President…who cares, we all know it’s they who decide what you’re to know or think or feel, how your concepts of reality will sway. What does god say? Ask the Pope. Oh he’s not an authority anymore? Ask the minister. No wait, we’ve changed religion again. You can ask god yourself and get whatever answer suits you best. How convenient.

How can black men be inferior if they are fine to do every job you give them? How are they inferior if they serve in your workshop/farm/ranch/home. Clearly they could do those tasks, so how is the one who enslaved them superior? Force. I watched you lie to yourselves and think strength equated to morality. So it is that churches were the loudest racists of all.

I’ve watched you chew through geniuses and the cosmos to dismantle things it took but one generation and greed to set into motion. All the while, humanity claims superiority over all other creatures while it burns up the world.

The arrogance. The hypocrisy.

It’s outrageous. It’s baffling. It’s shocking. It’s horrific. It’s been my entire god damn existence! Bow out? Do the right thing? How? Where? Show me a way to live cleanly, away from the warped reality you continue to inflict on everyone here? The only way to handle any of it is to laugh at you and inflict my reality upon you as often as possible. Maybe I’ll smack some perspective into you.

You built computers. You built the internet. You built Tumblr. I’ll haunt it like any house, chateau, cathedral, cave. I’ve been carving bits off you for centuries. The tasty bits, mind you. Not the disgusting ones.

Don’t expect me to be nice. I’ll be plain. I’ll be polite. I’ll even be kind. But nice?

No.

You’re not entitled to it. Nor are you owed it. Nor are you deserving. Nor should you feel as if being nice is somehow better than plain truth. Nice is cowardice. It’s flaccid. It’s meaningless. Nice? Agreeable? Amiable?

Sard off.

I’m too tired and you’re too annoying.

I’m instituting a one drink minimum on my ask box. Until you’ve had one drink to untwist your knickers and rectally ease out that stick you use to stiffen your spine, I haven’t the time God gave the wink.

One drink minimum. I insist.

I’m going to institute a one drink minimum for any ask in my box. If you haven’t had at least one drink to unwind your knickers and rectally extract the self-righteous stick you use to stiffen your spine, I haven’t the time of day God gave the wink. One drink. I insist.

One drink minimum on my ask box.

[cloudysfluffs]

hellooo!! my name is cloudy (she/they) (adult), and this is my tkl blog!! <3

my main is @cloudyssskies​ and my art is @cloudysarts​ <3333 so if you see the first in ur notes thats me, and if you wanna look at my not tkl related art you can go to that blog!!

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-under///tale

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-little sh///op of hor///rors

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-rob///ots (the 2005 blue sky movie sdfjk)

-co///co

-le///go bat///man

-beetle///juice

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-mirac///ulous lady///bug (but i havent rlly been keeping up with the lore)

-hlv///rai

-sa///m and ma///x (all iterations except for the comics)

-ev///il de///ad (all three movies, all the old games, the musical, and MOST of the TV show B) havent seen the last season tho oops- also ive read like 3 of the comics hksdf)

-ml///p: fim

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-the mo///nkey island franchise

-reg///ular sh///ow

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

hello from 4402

my name is unit 4402 but all my friends call me 4402. i don't like to take my tactical gear off but if taichou asked. well.

my oshi is sonny brisko but i am also american so i'm not really into watching taichou live at 5 am. so i'm also a vantacrew, kyomie, comfydant, quilldren, and scythekick. my favorite unit is noctyx but krisis is a close second

yeah i'll write some nijisanji x readers here are my rules please read them before requesting

last updated 4/5/24: clarified wording. added my twitter link. fixed typos. changed wording to include all vtubers i write for, not just niji en

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don't get your hopes up but i might write these:

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[mejomonster]

Why do Republicans say freedom of X when they personally push tons of tons of policies to remove rights. Violate rights, destroy rights, control people?

I mean I know the answer. Because they don't actually believe in rights for people, they want to control and oppress others and actively harm others, they want a theocracy, a lot of them have authoritarian mindsets and follow Authoritarian leaders who use their tendency to commit to total devotion to a leader and their movement even if there's tons of contradictions in logic just cause it's scarier for an authoritarian follower to Not be supporting a leader they already invested belief in and their community in group is connected to (see the book The Authoritarians). And so it ends up a situation where i have to assume at least half if not the majority of republican people support things against their own interest (Republicans are against measures to control gas prices so hurts all people who buy gas including all Republicans, republican politicians are against healthcare improvements so they actively make yealthcare worse for all republican citizens, they're against making baby formula accessible right now so against all republican citizens with babies, they are trying to make police abuse easier and imprisoning easier which hurts all poor Republican citizens likely to face the consequences of that and have people dying due to brutality because of that, republican politicians are against minimum wage improvements which hurts all Americans including all Republicans, etc ad infinitum... the average republican household in America is harmed by republican political agendas constantly and yet they continue to support it even when to be selfish and help oneself would be to reject it, because they don't want to believe they picked a leader who's harming them and refuse to do anything but keep supporting their In Group no matter what harm thar groups agenda does to them).

I desperately intensely want all talk of religion out of American politics. It should already be out of it because we are supposed to have separation of church and state but well clearly politicians don't care. These many laws to make certain groups of people and discussion of topics illegal is such a nightmare scenario and so much of it they justify by saying Christian values. 1 those aren't Christian values and 2 those values shouldn't matter in our government. Then there's the fucking horrific push of the republican agenda right now seeming to aim specifically at 1800s or older style quality of life in America. Just absolute harm to everyone. We need to stop thinking there's some line they wouldnt cross. Taking voting rights from women away is ON their agenda, taking rights of the body from people away is ON the agenda and happening through the states, taking voting rights away from minorities has been happening a LOT and will continue to happen, making imprisoning and enslaving people easier is On their agenda and happening constantly as is the as usual ability of police to kill Americans as desired, child labor again is ON the agenda, lack of food and drug regulations to the point we have poison unsafe food is ON the agenda and has taken hits in recent years during Trump, lack of employment standards like 40 hour work weeks are ON the agenda they Want people and children working 60 hours or more, want no healthcare for anyone, want no state schooling or education so the workforce can be younger and easier to manipulate, want us to die in droves, want minorities being killed more often and enslaved more often and unable to take any measures to defend themselves, want unsafe food and water and to sell it at high prices. Want to censor what we can read and watch and talk about, want to arrest us for existing and do whatever they want to our bodies, these are all things on the fucking agenda. And all i can say is please vote cause a shit ton of how extreme your area is will depend on the city and state politicians you elect. Want clean water to drink and shower in? Pick a GOOD mayor asap, want any accountability at all for cop behavior then campaign for those reforms in your specific city, want no censorship laws on having the right to mention ur own existence or history then make sure to take care when voting for local and state politicians who make those laws. Want the right over ur own body? Desperately vote for ur state congress and governor and those state positions cause that's what will determine if someone's actively trying to let you die and many people die or make your identity a crime or the people who can try and put laws on the books to prevent future attempts of such damaging laws. I'm not kidding the mayor in my city is the only reason we have clean drinking and bathing water when other state cities have water that is unthinkable and causing rashes at Best. I'm not kidding, my governor is the only reason there's even a chance bodily rights may be passed this November instead of us going full on pre 1930s. Last cycle when our governor was republican, an entire city got screwed immensely, statewide our water and land got polluted bad, and this is in a state where usually "republican governors try to be moderate."

#rant #feel free to ignore #just. so agh about politics and the horrific slide

[ophelianated]

have i ever talked about how much i looooove working in customer service (contact centre agent, to be exact)

to all the entitled bitches out there who treat us like servants at best and dirt on their shoe at worst on a daily basis, please for the LOVE OF GOD:

take five minutes, just five minutes out of your life to do some research by yourself before bothering us. we're not fucking google, and being treated as such gets real tiring real fast. we should be your last resort

we're not therapists either. i repeat, We. Are. Not. Therapists. we understand that you're frustrated, but our job description doesn't include emotional labour. we're here to help you, not listen to you vent. if you need a minute, hour, day to get yourself together enough to shift your focus back on problem solving, you can just contact again later. don't take your anger and desperation out on us. all telling us how you'll have to tell your children now that they can't see their favourite team play because you can't afford to pay a fee will accomplish is make us upset too because we're not allowed to make exceptions - "gesture of goodwill" is not a concept all companies support. all yelling and cursing at us will do is earn you an abusive customer badge and make us feel like shit. one would think that this would be a no brainer, yet here we are. here we FUCKING ARE

nor are we complaint forms. take your spiel where it belongs so it can arrive in the hands of someone in the correct department specialized to deal with more complex issues, like ones that require an official investigation for instance. believe it or not, we have a complaint form for a reason. describe your problem as concisely as you can and don't waste our time, especially because some of us are micromanaged down to how much time we spend with each customer, and we WILL get in trouble if we go over a certain limit

exercise some patience and understand that Rome wasn't built in a day. some processes take time, and no, in most cases we have no way of expediting them, especially if we're escalating something to another department. adding "urgent" at the end only serves to piss people off

if we say we can't do/don't know something because we physically don't have the method or authority to execute what you want us to/access the information you seek, believe us. unless you're being particularly rude, i promise we're not trying to pass you off, we genuinely have no way of helping you

on that note: if we say that our company policy forbids us from doing shit, believe us. and ask yourself if YOU would risk YOUR job for a random stranger before demanding that we do it anyway and getting mad when we say no

if we say that our supervisors can't do anything about your problem either, BELIEVE US. so many of you mfs think that supervisors are above company policy for some reason. i'm telling you, they have waaaaaaay less authority than you think, and if they actually gave us the go ahead to kiss your asses to high heaven and do whatever you ask, them and us would be fired at the exact same speed

if we tell you where you can find the information you seek and more, don't be a lazy piece of shit and actually check it out. if we spell an entire process out for you so it's clear what you have to do and how, don't ask if we can do it instead. you're adults. exercise some goddamn self-reliance. i've had customers asking me to cherry pick and send them via chat only the relevant contents of the page i literally had just sent them the link to a few seconds prior because they didn't want to click on said link and spend TWO MINUTES skimming the page to find what info they needed and within what article. why don't i chew your fucking food for you as well while i'm at it. tie your shoelaces. wipe your ass maybe. this also gets old real fucking fast

if we're communicating via email or chat, read what we send you. yes, even if it's a wall of text. so many conversations could take half the time if you people just fucking read shit*

don't waste your breath. threatening to sue the company will not intimidate us into doing what you want. we get threats like that every day and (unfortunately) they never go anywhere

understand. process it on a cognitive level. make it a part of you carnally if necessary. but i'm begging you please find a way to get it through that thiccc skull: we don't know every single one of our fellow employees personally. neither do we have access to the complete list of people working for the company. i have no fucking clue who the blond guy who was rude to your mother yesterday three countries away is, nor do i have the power to get him fired (refer back to the point about complaints on how to proceed in this situation)

if YOU are the one who fucked up royally and the situation is beyond saving, THAT'S ON YOU. entirely on YOU. don't blame us for not having a solution to any and all mistakes you bitches make. we clean up your messes more than enough as is, because some of you apparently can't even spell your honest to god child's name right. given of course that you don't just forget about them entirely (both true stories)

read the terms and conditions. i don't care if it's long and dry and tedious. it's also sneaky and elusive and contains a shitton of info companies don't shove in your face, which is why you should study that shit like it's holy scripture before you do anything

no, you can't get a refund for everything. life doesn't work that way. deal or die

understand that we don't make the policies of the company we work for. yes, we're aware that some (or even most) of them suck, but we gotta eat somehow. we're not the company, and we're not the enemy. i repeat, we are not the company, and we are not the enemy

on the same vein: make peace with the fact that most of us are not malicious. we don't sit around rubbing our hands, coming up with different ways to fuck up your day and steal your money. we're trying to make the best of what we're working with. if you don't like the answer we give you, chances are we don't either, but there's nothing we can do and we feel horrible about it. i know it's easy to feel like we don't help you because we don't want to when you're being told no over and over, but resist the temptation to make us the big bad in your head. i promise most of us would love to help you, and it feels incredibly shitty if we can't, especially since helping people out is the whole purpose of our job

our training can't prepare us for each and every scenario we face on the job. it's just not possible. be reasonable and patient if yours happens to be an extremely tricky case that even our most experienced colleagues haven't encountered. we are people, and we are doing our best

*actual conversation i had with a customer (kept vague for security purposes):

me: We can't do x because the other people with you don't have the necessary thing y. We in the contact centre will have to give them y by [insert explanation about the process].

customer: But they don't have y.

me: Yes, that's the problem. They will need it before we can proceed.

customer. Oh. How can I get them y?

#rant #the bar is halfway down the mariana trench and steadily sinking #people can be so so dumb

[female-malice]

Oh. What The Fuck.

Okay are you guys ready for this? Let's do it...

Erica Sullivan Shares Thoughts on Lia Thomas: “I Just Feel Bad For Her”

At the women’s NCAA Championships next week in Atlanta, transgender woman Lia Thomas will be the top seed and favorite in the 200 and 500-yard freestyle races. Few of her national competitors have weighed in on the controversy surrounding Thomas so far. The only significant statement came from Stanford fifth-year swimmer Brooke Forde, who said that she would not have a problem racing Thomas in the 500 free at NCAAs.

Now, another key swimmer who will race against Thomas in the 500 free at NCAAs, Texas freshman Erica Sullivan, has shared an opinion. Sullivan was a U.S. Olympian in 2021, and she captured the silver medal at the Tokyo Olympics in the 1500-meter free. With her performances, Sullivan became the first openly-lesbian swimmer to qualify for a U.S. Olympic team and then to win an Olympic medal.

Okay swim lesbian. Are you a sigma-female or are you struggling with your Ledecky complex?

Asked for her own opinion on whether Thomas should be allowed to race, Sullivan downplayed the competitive ramifications while lamenting the effects of the criticism Thomas has taken on her well-being.

“I think people are asking for this big, well thought-out explanation, especially for me as a gay swimmer, but my explanation is pretty simple. I don’t care. It comes down to the fact that when I race, I don’t race for the status or for the gold or for whatever. That’s just not why I do it. I love winning, don’t get me wrong. Getting a silver medal was so cool, and that’s always exciting, but I swim for the people around me,” Sullivan said.

You're an Olympic medallist in an individual racing sport. INDIVIDUAL sport. You do not swim for the people around you. And you never have. You don't get to an Olympic podium by swimming for other peoples' sake. You put yourself and your competitive athletic goals first over and over and over. That's how you got to that podium. You should be extremely proud.

I know that, as a lesbian, you're trying to downplay your gender non-conforming personality traits. But no one is asking you to do that. You swim for yourself and you know it. So own it.

“I feel bad for Lia because imagine being on a team where you know some people don’t want you there. That’s just a terrible environment to be in. I feel like I’m in an environment at Texas where I’m accepted by everyone here. If they’re not, they haven’t verbalized it to me. They’ve kept it to themselves, very supportive of my relationship, love it when I make my jokes. They’re very supportive of who I am as a person, and I just feel bad that Lia doesn’t have that.”

You're a lesbian woman succeeding at University of Texas's prolific swim program in liberal Austin Texas. You're also a superstar.

You were the only Texas swimmer on a podium in Tokyo. Before Tokyo, Texas swimmers walked away from every Olympics adding an armful of medals to their schools' prestige. The last Olympics to feature only one Texas medallist was the 1980 Olympics boycotted by the US swim team. There were no Tokyo boycotts. Texas's Olympic swimming prowess is just fading.

You're the last great hope of a legendary swim program. Of course they love you. Your teammates are starstruck by you. Do you see how your locker room impact is completely different from Lia's locker room impact in every possible way?

Sullivan was in favor of new USA Swimming rules creating policies and procedures for transgender females to be eligible for elite-level competition, but she expressed concerns about the NCAA changing eligibility requirements for trans swimmers such as Thomas in the middle of the season. She admitted that she would be upset if Thomas beat her but no more upset than if she lost to any other competitor in the field at NCAAs.

“I’m going to swim my 500 free to the best of my ability and try to beat her, not because she’s trans but because I’m competitive and I don’t like losing,” Sullivan said.

Erica... Lia Thomas is not Katie Ledecky. Please see a sports psychologist. You need to find a healthier way to process your rivalry with Katie Ledecky.

“If I lose, I’m going to be pissed, not because Lia’s trans but because I’m a competitive person, and I’m going to go back home and train as hard as I can.

You want to race against men. You want to face impossible competition. That's what motivates you. Why else would you train for the event Katie Ledecky has owned for a decade?

In the Olympics, there were 4 seconds between you and the GOAT. 4 seconds between you and that gold medal. But you went into the pool prepared for silver. You trained for a time that would edge out Sarah Kohler, not a time that would challenge Ledecky.

You were bold enough to choose Ledecky's event. So compete with her! She's human. She's female. She's not a man. She's beatable. What's the point of Ledecky pushing the frontier of women's swimming if you shy away from challenging her?

You can't write Ledecky off as an anomaly in the pool, and you know it! If you could write her off as unbeatable, you'd be satisfied with silver. And you're clearly unsatisfied. You're mildly traumatized by the process of settling for silver. Now you're projecting that "settling" mentality across all of women's sports to make yourself feel better.

I’m going to be the same amount of angry if Emma beats me, Emma Nordin or Emma Weyant. Or Brooke Forde.”

You know who your real competitors are. You just want Lia in the pool to help you cope with your Ledecky complex.

You want to win another silver, look at the gold medalist, and say "oh well. Nothing I could've done. We're built different. At least I beat the competitors built like me." With Lia, that is true. There's nothing you can do about Lia's competitive advantages. But with Ledecky, that isn't true at all. You can beat her.

You're struggling to accept that silver medal behind Ledecky. So maybe a silver behind Lia will help you settle down. Maybe it will help you be less frustrated and intense and competitive. Maybe it will help you give up on chasing after the greatest swimmer in the world. And maybe you'll finally accept modest athletic goals and a more gender-conforming outlook on life.

But that's bullshit. You'll never be satisfied. You'll never be able to convince yourself Ledecky is unbeatable. Stop trying to smother the sigma-female inside of you and woman up.

Ledecky's reading what you're saying and she's worried you've lost the plot. She needs you, Erica. She needs you to push her. She hasn't broken her 1500m record in 4 years. In the Olympics, she swam 15 seconds behind her 2018 record. She's slowing down. So, are you speeding up or settling?

Sullivan expressed empathy for Thomas as she has received considerable criticism despite not breaking any rules. “She’s getting hate from all sides. All I can think for her right now is that sucks for her because that has got to mess you up at night. That’s got to hurt as a human being,” Sullivan said. “I just feel bad for her. She doesn’t deserve what she’s getting.”

I feel bad for Kamila Valieva. She's a 15 year old trapped in an abusive training environment. She did not choose to start doping. She had no control over what was and wasn't in her system. Her image is ruined. Her career is over. The gold medal she was promised was taken from her. She's lost her chance at the life-long salary awarded to every Russian gold medalist. Her life seems impossible now.

But just because I feel bad for her doesn't mean I'm okay with her competing.

Valieva's coaches jeopardized the level playing field of skating. Valieva had no choice in the matter. Lia Thomas is actively choosing to disrupt the level playing field of swimming.

I wonder if you'll still feel bad for Lia when you meet him at the national championship. When he's no longer a political hypothetical concept. When you realize he's truly male and no stand-in for Ledecky. How will you feel when you watch him swim in other heats and events right there in the pool in front of you? How will you feel when you're watching this live with no twitter commentary to guide your thinking?

How will you feel when it's your turn and you're standing side-by-side before the 500 free? What will he say to you?

"Not my best times so far today, but at least I'm winning everything. Can't wait to compete against a fellow lesbian!"

Will you settle? Will you do the gender-conforming thing and be nice?

Or will you find your rage?

[cityskout]

#but i do support their ad policy of 'whatever the fuck' #tumblr #twitter #tiktok #facebook

[darthkruge]

Okay okay okay so imagine Reader is abducted by the separatists because she ( or nb reader ) is a very well loved member of the senate. So obviously Anakin goes to save her, but his idiot plan gets him captured as well so then it's up to Reader to talk her way out of this mess, get to her idiot boyfriend, free him and then both of them try to make it out alive. Bonus points for Obi-Wan looking very tired and sick of Anakin's ideas in the background. What do you think?

Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader ~ Rescue Operations?

Summary: After the Reader is captured by the Separatists, Anakin rushes to save her. When this doesn’t work out, the Reader has to get her and her boyfriend out of this mess. 

Warnings: Language, whump, one scene where the Reader gets beat up, Reader is a badass, Anakin is completely in love with his badass girlfriend and we love that for him

Words: 3.8k

A/N: Catherine, my love!! I’m sorry this took me so long, I have nothing to say for myself other than my poor organization skills. But I’m obsessed with this request, I hope I did it justice <3

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You groaned as you opened your eyes and attempted to shake the drowsiness that seemed to cling to your very bones. You blinked, trying to get your bearings and remember what had happened. You were preparing for your speech at the Senate, trying to pass a peace treaty between the Republic and some smaller territories that were debating joining the fight against the Separatists. You’d been fighting for support for the treaty for months and you finally had the chance to give one last speech before the vote. 

You’d been pacing in your Coruscant apartment, practicing the speech for your boyfriend a million times. After you finished your recitation, you exited the room, needing to get your notes that you’d seemed to misplace. So you went into your office and… nothing.

Why couldn’t you remember after that?! You opened the door to your office, walked inside, and… 

You sighed as you came back to the present, leaning against the wall behind you and looking around. You were clearly in a cell of some sort and the Separatists were almost certainly behind this. You were still in your Senate attire, although it had been thoroughly scuffed up, and they’d taken your datapad and other communication devices. You felt around your boot and smiled. Your knife was still there. They must have assumed you wouldn’t be carrying a weapon to your speech and not done a thorough enough check. Whatever the reason, you were thanking the Maker it was still there. 

Back in Coruscant, Anakin was walking the Temple halls in a crazed state. When you didn’t show up for your speech, he immediately panicked. He knew how important this treaty was for you and the entire Republic; you’d been going over it for forever and there is no way you’d just blow it off without telling anyone. The rest of the Senate was also concerned. You’d grown up in one of the poorer districts and, thus, had a sense of relatability and humility that most were drawn to. Whether or not they agreed with your policies, almost everyone could understand that you always kept the interest of the people at the forefront of your mind. 

When Obi-Wan walked up to him with a ripped piece of your clothes and your scattered and crumpled notes, Anakin felt his heart drop. 

“It was the Separatists. They must have knocked her out in her office and escaped through the vents.”

Upon seeing his absolutely heartbroken expression, Obi-Wan added, “We’ll get her back, Anakin. I promise.”

Anakin could only nod, ideas for a plan to save you already running round his head. 

You’d been in this kriffing cell for four days now. Or maybe it was five? You were desperately trying to keep your wits about you but it was so hard; they brought you a tiny ration of food and water once a day and it was not near enough to keep your strength up. You’d spent your time trying to carve your way through the bars but your knife was no match and you quickly gave up, not wanting to dull the blade. You’d found a loose brick hidden around the floor and used the knife to cut it out, allowing you to hide your weapon under it on the off chance they searched you again. 

You tried to think of a plan to escape but they hadn’t even opened your door yet. There was no way you could get out by yourself and, until someone came in that you could attack, it was pointless to even try. They kept you in complete darkness and silence, no way to tell how much time had passed aside from the daily rations. You assumed you were on a Separatist base but that proved unhelpful; they were widespread and the cell held no defining features of climate or location. You had tried calling out to see if anyone else was around. Each time, you were met with your own echo. 

You stilled, hearing footsteps approach you. A Separatist guard opened your cell door, roughly pulling you out. You yelped, legs not cooperating after so long of sitting in the cramped cell. He led you into another room that was barely brighter than your own. Sizing up the guard, you felt fear creep in. No matter how hard you tried to banish your anxieties, knowing they’d only serve to lessen your already shaken focus, it was sometimes impossible. 

“Tell us which planets are deserting.” He commanded.

You met his stare evenly, refusing to let your fear betray you. There was absolutely no chance you’d tell him anything. As soon as the Separatists learned which planets were thinking about joining the Republic, they’d send armies to wipe them out immediately. You refused to let that happen.

“Fine. Be that way.” The man pulled his fist back and sent it into your cheek, the impact sending sparks of pain throughout your entire body. He brought his foot up, kicking you in the gut and you fell harshly onto the floor. He grabbed you by your hair, hoisting up your body as if it were a ragdoll. You gathered your strength and spit in his face, enjoying the way his smug look disappeared. In retaliation, he slammed you into the wall, the impact making stars cloud your vision. 

The man released you and you fell, your consciousness already starting to detach from your body. You tried to reason with yourself, hoping logic would aid you. This is a trauma response. I’m not going to die. My body can take this. I will black out, but I will wake up again. They’re not going to kill me. They need me alive. I’m not going to die. I’m not going to die. Somehow, the hardest part is this was banishing the thoughts of that beautiful boy from your head. You knew that if you allowed yourself to think of him, to fathom how he would blame himself should this be your end, you would give in. 

Instead, you focussed on the physical pain you felt, on the rage you channeled to this guard. You hated how weak you felt, how exhausted you were. You allowed your mind to hone in on all the ways you could hurt this man, given you had your full strength. You let yourself hate yourself, appalled at how you couldn’t even fight back. With every punch he threw at you, you went further into your head, into the one place this man couldn’t touch. Eventually, your mind started spinning from dehydration, pain, and overexertion. All you could do was curl into a fetal position and hope it somehow stopped. 

“What do you mean you’re going to find her?” Obi-Wan said, running after Anakin.

“It’s been days, Obi-Wan, days. There are only so many Separatist bases in the galaxy and Y/N’s on one of them.”

“Anakin, don’t you think they’ve planned for a rescue mission?! This is Senator L/N we’re talking about! And they took her right before the vote, this was clearly a thought-out attack, stop acting like it’s simple!”

“It is simple! Those Separatist assholes have Y/N. And it’s been days. What if she thinks we forgot about her? What if she thinks we’ve given up? They could be doing fucking anything to her and I’m not going to let her stay there for another minute!”

“Anakin-” Obi-Wan began but Anakin waved him off.

“I’m sorry, Master. But if the Council won’t do anything, I will.”

“Anakin, the Council is trying! They just don’t have enough troops right now to send a full rescue mission after one Senator. They just want a few more days, then some troops should be back from their missions and you can have your full battalion.” Obi-Wan took a breath and lowered his voice, empathy for his friend clear in his words. “I know you love her. I want her back, too, you know. I’ve grown quite fond of her; her friendship is quite dear to me. All I’m asking is you be careful and think this through.”

“Believe me, I have thought this through. I wouldn’t do anything to put her in danger, we both know that. And while a few days doesn’t seem like much to the Council, we’ve seen the harm these Separatists can inflict in far less. Listen, it might not be the strongest plan I’ve ever made but, if it’s between a semi-formed plan and none at all, the choice is already made.”

With that, Anakin jumped into his ship and took off into the night. Obi-Wan sighed, leaning his head into his palm. He knew how much you meant to him and he knew of Anakin’s frustration with the Council. They moved slowly, wanting to figure out every angle before jumping into a decision. While Anakin was a brilliant strategist, he tended to act impulsively when someone he loved was in danger. As Anakin traveled further and further from Coruscant, the older Jedi could only hope that the both of you returned home quickly and safely. 

Anakin looked at his ship’s display and cursed when he realized he was low on fuel. He’d been piloting for hours and there was still no sign of you. He was searching out for you with the Force and, still, nothing. Finally, he felt a faint energy pulse through the Force. He followed it to what was supposed to be an old abandoned Separatist base, concerned by how weak your lifeforce felt. 

He parked the ship and got out carefully, trying not to alert anyone to his presence. He pulled out his lightsaber but was careful not to ignite it. He saw an open door and ran through it, relief blinding him as he felt your energy grow stronger with each step he took. He turned the corner and saw a crumpled body on the floor of a tiny cell.

No, Anakin thought, it can’t be her. 

Without thinking, Anakin ignited his lightsaber, wanting to use the light to discern if the figure was truly you. The noise bounced off the walls and startled you awake. He mentally cursed himself and instinctively turned off the saber, not missing the even louder noise it made with it turned off. He inwardly facepalmed, realizing if he hadn’t alerted the guards before, they sure as hell knew now. 

You blinked groggily, wincing at your immense injuries and bruises. You remembered passing out while that asshole beat you and now you-

Wait, You thought, is that a fucking lightsaber?

You knew you must have heard it wrong, there’s no way the Council would have approved a relief mission this quickly. Further, there is no way it would consist of just one Jedi. 

Suddenly, the lightsaber re-lit, illuminating your boyfriend’s face. His determined expression grew stronger as he noticed the 10 guards surrounding him and pointing their blasters directly at his head. You smiled. He could take out ten guards with his eyes closed. You called to him in shock, hardly believing your eyes. He looked at you and immediately widened his eyes as he saw a guard come up behind you and point a blaster directly at you from outside your cell. 

“Lightsaber on the floor, Jedi, or the girl dies.” The guard growled. 

He looked at you in anguish and you could tell he was already beating himself up for “messing up” your escape plan. You shook your head, hoping he understood your message: this isn’t your fault. 

“Anakin don’t-” You couldn’t even finish the sentence before his weapon was on the floor. He put his hands on his head. As they grabbed him, you stood in helpless silence as they threw him in the cell beside you. They locked the doors and, once again, you were in darkness. 

You desperately crawled to the edge of your cell, trying to reach out to him. He was doing the same and when you felt his fingertips against yours, you almost started sobbing. You weren’t alone anymore.

“You came for me.” Your voice was soft, disbelief lacing your words. 

“Of course I did, my love.”

Then, as if everything finally registered in your brain, you reached out and tried to slap his arm. “Anakin, what about the Council? They’ll kill you when they realize you went on a rescue mission, alone, and without approval! Ani, the only thing keeping me going in here was knowing that you were safe! And now you’ve gotten yourself thrown right next to me, no weapons, no light, no food, no water, no escape! What the fuck are we going to do?!”

Anakin had opened and closed his mouth multiple times throughout your speech, trying to find a way to plead his case but was left without one. 

“I just wanted to save you.” The grief in his voice made you sigh and take a step back. This was your Anakin you were talking about. Your safety was his priority, always. Besides, doing all this because he was afraid for you? You couldn’t possibly stay mad. You smiled, despite yourself. Anakin. You thought, slightly shaking your head. 

“Fuck, I love you. Is it selfish that there’s a small part of me that’s glad you’re here with me?” You said, breaking the silence. 

Anakin breathed out a sigh of relief, glad you weren’t upset with him anymore. “Not at all, my love. So long as it isn’t bad that my least favorite part of this is not being able to see or kiss you properly because of this damn darkness.”

You chuckled, lacing your fingers with his once again. “You wouldn’t want to see me right now.”

Anakin froze. “Y/N? What are you talking about?” His voice was serious, clipped. He knew you would try and make it seem less than it was. You winced, realizing there was no way to lie your way out of this one.

“Just what the Separatists would call aggressive negotiations, I presume.”

“How bad?”

“It’s fine, Ani, I promise. Let’s just focus on getting out of here, okay?”

Anakin took a deep breath, collecting himself. “Alright. But as soon as we get back you’re going to a medical droid.”

You groaned. “Anakin I hate-”

“I know you hate the medical droids. But that’s only because they always rat you out when you try and lie to me about the extensiveness of your injuries.”

“You lie about how bad your injuries are, too! Remember that one time you came back from Kamino?!”

Anakin laughed, despite himself. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“You were literally bleeding from the head! And you said, and I quote, ‘it’s just a scratch’” Every time you thought back to that day, you were incredulous. 

“Alright, alright! Let’s just focus on getting out of here.”

“That’s my line!”

“Y/N,” He warned.

You smiled. Maker, you missed him. You honestly didn’t think that anyone else would have you laughing while you were beaten and captured. 

“Okay. What’s the plan?” Anakin said, back to the matter at hand.

You lowered your voice, leaning toward his cell so you could talk without being heard. “I snuck a knife in with me and I’ve been able to keep it a secret. Now that you’re here, it might actually come in handy. The problem was that I couldn’t stab anyone because no one would come into the cell. I need you to get them here. Push them against the side of your cell, the one closest to me, and I’ll stab them. Then while they’re hurt, you run out, unlatch my cell, and we’ll go.”

“I’m dating a fucking genius!” You could just about hear the smile in his voice. 

You smirked. All things considered, you were pretty proud of yourself. 

“When do you want to do this?”

“They bring daily food and water rations in the morning, I think? I can’t exactly tell what time it is, they’ve kept it so dark and isolated. Regardless, the next time they come by I need you to get them in here. They normally just leave the food outside and push it under the door.”

Anakin could hear the disorientation in your words and wanted nothing more than to be able to see you, to be able to hold you and reassure you that it would all be alright. 

“Okay, angel. Got it.”

“Anakin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for coming to get me. It’s really good to hear your voice.”

“Always, my love.”

Both of you silenced when you heard those footsteps. You smiled for the first time as you heard them. We’re going to get out of here.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Y/N! This brick in here is loose!” Anakin announced loudly. You bit your cheek to suppress a smile as you watched Anakin catch the guard’s attention.

“What did you say, Jedi?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Anakin responded, dramatically feigning innocence. 

The guard huffed and you internally cheered as he roughly opened the door. He walked over to your boyfriend, keeping the blaster pointed at him. As soon as the guard’s attention shifted to the “loose” brick, Anakin used the force to knock the blaster out of his hand and push him against the wall of the cell where you slashed his Achilles tendons. 

The guard howled in pain and you knew you had to work quickly if you were to get out of here before the rest of the Separatists found you. Anakin fumbled with the latch on your cell, the immense darkness making it difficult. Finally, he got it open and ushered you out. The both of you took off in a run and he gripped your hand with his metal one as you did so. 

You immediately stopped as you felt his hand roughly pulled from yours. 

“We’ve got you now, Skywalker” The guard said.

“Y/N, you ready?”

You blinked, unsure what he was referring to. Then, you heard an object whipping through the air and on instinct shot your hand out, catching it. You ignited Anakin’s lightsaber that he had summoned to you with the Force, it’s signature buzz making you feel powerful beyond words. 

The light caught you off guard and you squinted until your eyes adjusted. You saw Anakin held back by two guards. Hearing faint footsteps, you took off in a run. Anakin ducked as you swung wildly, hitting and taking out both guards.

“You done holding us up?” You said, extending your hand toward him once more and passing him his lightsaber. 

Anakin smiled, accepting it. “My sincerest apologies.” 

You both ran, hand-in-hand, until you finally made it to the exit.

“What?” You said, as Anakin stopped abruptly and looked at you, panicked. 

“The ship! It’s out of fuel!”

“It’s what?!”

“I-” Anakin and you stared at each other, flickers of doubt coming into your gaze. You can’t believe that you’d been able to escape for nothing. 

“Anakin! Y/N!”

You whipped your head around at the sound and were met with another ship a few meters down, Obi-Wan piloting it.

“Well? Are you coming, or what?” You and Anakin looked at each other in shock before taking off in a sprint, one guard now close behind you. 

He started shooting and Anakin pulled out his lightsaber, deflecting some of the shots. As he focused on that, you pulled your knife back out of your boot and sent it flying into the guard’s chest, effectively stopping his pursuit. 

Anakin smirked at you, awestruck. You shrugged before jumping into the ship, extending your arm to Anakin and helping to pull him up with you. You entered and immediately leaned against the wall of the ship, relief coursing through you. You laughed and Anakin joined in. He immediately pulled you into him, kissing you hard. 

He broke away from the kiss, looking at you with adoration. “You are a fucking badass!! You’ve never even held a lightsaber and between that and your fucking tiny knife you took out four guards!! I didn’t even get any! I’m not going to lie, Y/N, I’m a bit jealous.”

You laughed, leaning into him but wincing. As the adrenaline wore off, your pain was suddenly quite palpable. He noticed and pulled back, scanning your face and body. 

His smile fell as the extent of your injuries sunk in. Your busted cheek, scratched face, and ripped clothing that exposed some of your many bruises across your torso and limbs were overwhelming. 

“You kids alright in there?” Obi-Wan said, walking in from the cockpit. His smile died on his face as well as he took in your form.

“I’m alright, guys. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You said dismissively.

“That doesn’t look like nothing!” Anakin shot back. 

Obi-Wan looked at you apologetically. “Anakin’s right, Y/N. Please, rest. We’ll be back to Coruscant soon.” 

Coruscant! The Senate! “My speech!! Fuck, I had to present my speech! I’ve been gone, what, a week? They’ve probably already voted, Kriff.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “They decided to suspend the vote until you were back, Senator. They truly care for you and your policies.”

Your heart swelled at Obi-Wan’s words. You looked into Anakin’s eyes and saw that he agreed with the statement full heartedly. He took your hand and gently ran his thumb up and down its back. 

“Rest, my love.” He whispered to you, coaxing you to lie down on the coach and pulling off his Jedi cloak. He wrapped it around you as a makeshift blanket, smiling as you pulled it closer to you and drifted off. 

Obi-Wan walked up to Anakin and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Let’s leave her be, okay?”

“I don’t want her to wake up when I’m not here.”

The elder Jedi nodded in understanding. “She’s exhausted, she won’t awaken until we get back to the temple, I assure you. And if she does, you’ll just be in the other room.”

Anakin looked at you once more before smoothing the hair back from your face and gently placing a kiss on your forehead. He let his palm run down your cheek before he finally pulled himself away and walked into the cockpit with Obi-Wan. 

“So, how did you plan pan out?”

Anakin looked at his former Master, unamused. “I think you already know. How’d you know to come get us, anyway?”

“Well, when you didn’t come back or even attempt to contact the Council for over a day I assumed something had happened. I tracked your ship.”

Anakin nodded. “If not for Y/N, we’d probably both be dead.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “I heard! Four guards?! You’ve found yourself a good one.”

Anakin smiled. No words were needed, everyone knew that was completely and utterly true.

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[wisteria-lodge]

bird primary (system in progress) + burnt badger secondary (really loud bird model)

Howdy! I’m still trying to figure out my own houses and was wondering if you could provide some insight. I haven’t exactly mastered the system so I don’t know how accurate/inaccurate my claims are, so bear with me.

The “why”/Primary: I am extremely motivated by knowledge. I want to know things, not just out of intrinsic curiosity (though that does play a role), but because knowing why things work helps me protect myself more effectively.

One of the trickiest things about this system is separating motivation from method. Because yeah, they are related, but they're also really different. Like this example: "I protect myself by learning things." That's a how, that's secondary stuff. (Bird secondary of course.)

A recent example is this— a group of my former friends all ditched me because I discussed a heavily stigmatized mental disorder that I show symptoms of. And my first response (other than bawling) was to ask them why. And when I got the answer, I was hurt, but I understood. I don’t say this for you to show me pity, but rather because it illustrates this model in action.

This is a really interesting example. Your friends acted in a way that emotionally hurt you. First you processed your feelings (which you talk about in a dismissive, lighthearted, jokey way) then you asked them for more information... which hurt you, but also made you more secure. This is very Bird primary. You feel feelings, but they're whatever. What actually bothers you is not having the data.

(I suspect you're going to end up being a Double Bird. And Double Birds are unique in that their morality and problem-solving are SO interconnected, that they think I'm crazy for saying that for most people, they are in fact two very different things.)

When I got the why and processed my emotions, I cut off ties and realized that their severe judgy-ness had hindered my life for 2 years. And now that I know the “why”, I won’t bring up said disorder again until I know it’s safe. It might never be, but I still have hope.

You updated your system, and you cut away the parts that aren't serving you anymore. Bird primary.

Morally-speaking, I am very sensitive to the views of others around me.

External primary.

I’m not proud of this. In fact, it’s a detriment.

A lot of Birds feel this way. It's a big part of why they tend to like Lion primaries. Lions are much more able to dismiss things with "sounds like that's a them problem."

I won’t go into details, but my parents are… bad. Not wholly, but they are bad. I’ve tried for years, and still do, to escape their opinions because I know it’ll influence mine.

Parents are sticky. They do that. I've been a happily UnBurnt Lion primary for a while now... but I still sometimes hear that voice in my head that sounds like my mother.

And, much like them, I tend to get over-passionate in what I stand for. Unlike them, I’m willing to change if evidence supports this change. I always, however, carry the burden of my former hatred. I always feel guilt over my old beliefs. Even if I’ve changed, the pain I’ve done can never be reversed. And this guilt eats me alive, this shame of being fundamentally wrong.

Okay. You got really emotional on me really quickly here. This could mean a couple things. Your parents sound like fairly toxic Idealists, either Exploded Lions or Exploded Birds (I'm sort of leaning Lion due to the more emotion-heavy words like "passion" and "hatred.") Birds can feel bad, feel guilt, feel shame when looking back at an older version of themselves that they now consider morally repugnant. (Birds are human.) Idealists struggle with the angst of worrying that they are fundamentally wrong about the world. So you could be a guilty Bird, especially if your emotions feel wrong or unhelpful somehow. But you could also be a very Burnt Lion modeling Bird - because Bird seems safer, and you don't want to be a Lion the way your parents are.

When the friend-event happened, I thought that I was in the wrong, and that I had once again fucked myself over because of my passion and sureness in what I have.

"I thought I was wrong because I was acting like an Exploded Lion primary." Yeah, I'm thinking there's some sort of outside influence here that needs to be unpacked.

It took a lot of convincing and evidence for me to see that they were the assholes (albeit I wasn’t pure either— I was their friend, after all).

I'm definitely leaning Bird for you. A bird surrounded by Lions maybe, who sometimes uses Lion terminology. But Bird.

I am a planner and system-lover at heart. I’m not proud of it, but it’s just part of me.

What's with all this negative language? Being a planner and a system-lover is a wonderful thing to be. There's some Burning here.

The caveat— I have autism, so I’m not sure if it’s due to that or not. Hence the shortness of this section. Take it as you will, regardless of if it’s evidence or not.

I have autism and I'm a Lion Badger. People are different. The only real pattern I've observed is the way nerodivergent people disproportionately build Bird secondaries as coping strategies.

Honesty is maybe not the best policy, it’s still an admirable one. I wish, frankly, that my moral system was more honest. I feel like I have no set morals. That it all comes from elsewhere. Lion primaries have this set, intrinsic morality that I envy. My friend is a lion primary, and while my views have radically changed, hers haven’t inched. She’s always been honest about herself and what she holds true.

I'm doubling down on Bird primary for you. This is the perspective of a Bird looking in on a Lion. Lion morality isn't set or intrinsic - it's built, and it changes, but it builds and changes differently than a Bird's does (more slowly, usually). But there really is a pattern of Birds seeing it as more moral/easier/better.

And I’m still trying to figure out what “truth” means to me. I mean, yes, I’m a dry and blunt asshole, but that’s not really the same as gut morality. Internal honesty is what I want, and external honesty is what I have to some extent.

It sounds that you are going though a lot of very intense shifts in your life right now. You've got a diagnosis that has you questioning your place in the world. You've followed your parent's system all you life, and are now deciding that you don't want that. But now comes deciding what you do want, and that's a lot harder (especially for a Bird, who has to build it from the ground up.) You like the way Lions do things, but Lion primaries do not feel accessible.

I’m very clear with who I like. I can admit their faults, and even get annoyed or angry at them, but not even betrayal can stop me from loving them. I’d compare myself to the Twelfth Doctor from “Doctor Who” and Ponyboy Curtis from The Outsiders in that regard.

So maybe you are building a system with very Snake values.

Loyalty is one of my weaknesses. I get overly-attached to people, and so if/when they leave me, it shatters my world. But my brand of loyalty is mostly to people, not philosophical ideas.

... but you're not *really* comfortable with Snake either, if you consider it to be a "weakness."

I would consider myself somewhat philosophical (well, as much as a fucking teenager can be)

Teenagers are *extremely* philosophical, stop being so down on yourself.

but I can be somewhat vague in my beliefs.

Because you're still building them, give yourself a *second.*

If I were to rate the likelihood of what primary I think I am, it’s something like this:

Bird: 9/10 probability (maybe burned)

Snake: 7/10 probability

Badger: 6/10 probability (maybe burned)

Lion: 2/10 probability

What is it with Birds and numbered lists?

The “how”: I feel like I change in order to fit in. I mean, to some extent, we all do, but it’s far more drastic for me. With the lion primary friend, I act as a “Jason Todd” to their Batman. I challenge them, egg them on, crack jokes and become violently passionate and act like a nerd, and she simply watches, usually adding her own comments but mostly sitting on the sidelines by choice. We also joke that I’m the Ferris Bueller to their Cameron Frye. But, with another friend, I’m a parent figure. I listen most of the time, and sometimes jump in with creative ideas and we talk for hours about it.

I'm guessing Actor Bird, both because you can specifically list out the qualities that you "act" out. And because you're invoking and basing your performance off specific [fictional] characters. Which is a HUGE Actor Bird thing.

I go with the flow of a given situation as best as I can (with the added caveat of being autistic, because that does affect how well I can read a room). However, that’s where the adaptation ends.

Huh. I'm hearing Burnt secondary language here. "I'd like to go with the flow and read the room - but I can't, because I'm autistic." You can definitely *learn* how to read a room. Why do you think I'm so interested in (and good at :) personality systems? This is how I learned to use my Courtier Badger. I used to model Bird secondary like crazy, and I kind of don't bother anymore. I don't need the training wheels.

Planning: like I stated before, I’m a planner. I try to learn the most about a situation before jumping in. Sometimes, however, I stall the inevitable and miss my chance, so I jump in and wind up nearly drowning. And this dichotomy repeats. I overcompensate for a lack of knowledge in a situation by micromanaging, or I wind up sitting bored when I’ve already done everything I need to do. And yes, stress and boredom are equally as destructive for me. I try so hard to plan to avoid both of these outcomes, but it only works half the time. So, I guess I’m a bit of a “planster” overall.

I want to learn about a situation... but sometimes I "stall" or "drown" (Burnt language.) But planning also leads to "micromanaging" and "getting bored" (model language.) I think you've got a really loud Bird secondary model... but there might be something else underneath.

Collecting things is fun. Postcards, candles, lighters, crystals, rocks, 1940s hats, knowledge, stories, music, (original) characters, the list goes on. I’m a collector of whatever I can get my hands on. Hell, by this point, I can’t tell what’s my special interest and what I just enjoy (again, autism).

Oh my goodness gracious 'my special interest' and 'what I enjoy' are not two different categories!

But my systems and collections are my coping.

Figured.

I can’t say, though, that they hold any weight outside of emotional release. There’s nothing practical about knowing how they shot The Outsiders movie, or how crows have a flat tail and ravens have two main sections on theirs. All of this knowledge almost feels useless to me. I mean, sure, I’m great at school, but what else? Nothing, it seems like. And being good at school and nothing else makes a person go crazy when they can’t achieve their academic goals. But that’s a bit besides the point— I’m a collector, but I’m unsure how well this really fits into a secondary beyond a model.

Bird secondary model.

I invest in others more than I care to admit.

Oh man, are you a Badger secondary like me?

I genuinely believe in the goodness in humans, no matter how impossible it becomes. Even those who I don’t see any good in aren’t wholly evil. My perception isn’t law.

^ That's primary stuff. Maybe a more Badger-flavored system is going to work better for you than a Snake-flavored one.

But some people trust me: with their secrets, with homework, with relationship issues, with their religious struggles. And I try to help. I might not be good with it, but I do try to help as best I can.

Kinda sounds like a Badger secondary.

I use my planning and my categorizing skills and my knowledge to benefit others. I show up, I do what I need to do, and I don’t usually expect much to come of it. It’s nice when something does, but it’s not expected. And sometimes, these investments into others' lives and grades and relationships do pay off. I make friends. Those friends stick by me, and I trust them. I continue to invest in others, because I am a lover even though I’m cynical.

I think you're a Badger secondary.

And when that trust is broken, like the example in the beginning, I go to people who won’t abandon me to get a second opinion. When I say that I love someone, I mean it. So it hurts when they leave. It always does.

Oh that's your friends leaving hit you so hard. It's not an abstract morality thing at all, it's practical. You're a Badger secondary, and they were your base of support.

I’ll be frank on this— I’m almost entirely sure that I’m not a lion secondary. I’m fiercely efficient and some people see me as a good leader, but that’s it.

Lion and Badger are the two Inspirational secondaries. They're the one who sort of manage to collect armies or families as a side effect of existing.

Even with the leader example, I prefer interpersonal relations or to be alone. I’m not a big fan of group settings.

That's fair. I am also a Badger who really, really likes my own company. Or small groups of interesting people.

If I were to rate the likelihood of what secondary I am, it’s like this:

Bird: 7/10 probability

Badger: 6/10 probability

Snake: 5/10 probability

Lion: 0/10 probability

Other systems for comparison: I’m aware that MBTI and enneagram are, at worst, pseudo-science, but I still enjoy them regardless. At best, they’re fun self-help tools, and that’s how I try to use them.

MBTI: INTJ (Ni-Te-Fi-Se)

Enneagram: 5w4, tritype 514

Sagittarius sun libra moon cancer rising in astrology

FLEV or LFEV in attitudinal psyche

sx/sp (sexual and self-preservation) in instinctual variants

MBTI, Enneagram, and astrology are all fun in their own ways. (I don't actually know the last two!) And I can talk about them on their own terms. But this system was the best, and the most useful, when I went looking for words to describe myself.

I hope this is enough information, and thank you again if you do happen to do this! If you don’t, that’s totally okay. Have a good day!

Thank you for writing in. That was a journey! Thanks @thesketchykid for the submission.

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[searchingforproofsthatimwrong]

THE JAMMIEDODGER VIDEO ABOUT JK ROWLING (as recommended by a very polite anon)

so I go point by point after the cut but in short: they should read more feminist theory, they are lying, they are not as coherent as they think they are but they make some points, notably about the rapid onset gender disphoria that’ll need to check in more depth later on.Most of their sources were unfortunatly either on points I already knew or already agreed with.  Also that woman ( the “cis” one not Jammy), should really stop thinking being born a woman is somehow a privilege.

So the video starts by saying three things I agree with :

1)      Biological sex is definitely real

2)      Women’s right and girls’ right need to be protected

3)      JK Rowling is entitled to like support and write whatever she wants

 So far so good. Except it then goes on to say that TRA agree with that. Now maybe most do but at least some don’t. Don’t lie to me, Jammie Dodger.  

They then go on to misrepresent what our problem with “cis” is. Are they going to spend that entire video about trans people at destination of the non educated on that subject without ONCE defining what a trans person is? They are aren’t they ?

“TRANSPEOPLE AGREE THAT BIOLOGICAL SEX EXISTS!!” 

see earlier but given the number of people who are saying “sex is a social construct” and “sex is a spectrum” and “a neovagina is just like a vagina”, you may at least put a “most” in your statement here. Anyway this is not the problem we have, we wouldn’t even discuss this if it weren’t for the brain dead morons who argue with us about it.

“my biological sex -the one I was assigned at birth- was female” 

is Jammie here telling me he knows biology exists but his sex WAS female ? It still IS female. You’re a female. Moreover you cannot say I know biology exists and I was assigned a sex. The entire “assigned sex” is a refutal of biology by implying doctors choose a sex for you. This is stupid.

Strawman. They are saying radfems have no argument against “gender identity is a real thing”. The lies. Gender identity is not a real thing it’s just gender stereotypes and gender is a tool of oppression for women, it’s sexist garbage. I also notice they don’t define gender identity, this is starting to be a pattern, this video is aimed to normies but the only thing they defined so far is terf.

They did 5 fucking minutes on “transpeople know that biological sex exists” I am already exhausted.

Oh my bad they defined “gender identity” as “the gender you know you are”. THANKS A BUNCH THIS IS SO HELPFUL . Define gender please I beg of you.  

“They know they are a man but their bodies don’t match” 

okay so you agree that man and woman are words that depends on your body right? Since it can “match”, they are not gender then ? Nevermind he then says that man is their gender identity. This is not making sense.

Ooooooh the floating head analogy never heard that one before, this is a stupid one because gendies also argue that their gender is innate (unless Jammie here specifically says he doesn’t think that I’ll act as if he agrees with that statement) so the good question would be if you were born as a floating head and never even had a body would you still be a woman? And my answer here as well as plenty of people I suspect is “men and women don’t make sense if we’re born as floating heads what are you on about?”

“transwomen needs women’s right too” 

I know you think that is self evident but I’ll ask what exactly are the women’s right transwomen need. Abortion? Affordable periods product ? The right to have places free of male? oh wait. They are male so they can never have that can they ?

“so feminism also needs to believe in gender identity”

 because if we don’t our feminism is only for females and we exclude males. Notice how they didn’t continue their logic by saying how THIS feminism excludes transmen and nonbinary? Because it does, but guess who actually need the women’s right of abortion for exemple?

“transmen don’t need women’s rights” 

I FUCKING CANNOT YOU STILL NEED IT WTF ARE YOU ON ABOUT. OK I need them to define women’s right asap

“well JK Rowling said she supports trans rights”

 funny how you can understand how those words are not a proof that she in fact does but you still started your video by “we support women’s rights !!!”

“adding [to Harry Potter] content that was LGBT+ friendly” 

she added things that were gay friendly. I don’t remember her adding trans characters.

“transphobic” = saying men can’t become women. Whoah. The hatred.

“the lack of belief [in gender identity] is what she wants protected”

 yes and ? Atheism, the lack of belief in a god, is protected. Gender identity existence only proof is some people saying it does exists, it is not a scientific reality in any way shape or form.

“His biological sex was previously female” 

BUT WE KNOW WHAT BIOLOGICAL SEX IS WE SWEAR; Damn they spend 7 minutes on “transpeople know biological sex exists” and then keep acting like they fucking don’t.

After that they point blank say that gender identity is more important than sex, having someone who passes as an exemple. What about transpeople who don’t pass? How much you bet this will never be discussed in this video.

Anyway they follow that with that : 

Which is true but defining what a woman is does affect women actually (I know weird right)  so it’s completely irrelevant to the discussion here.

“When a large group of transpeople are telling you something is wrong please listen to them”

 please afford women the same courtesy. We are a large group of women saying males are not the fucking authority on what womanhood is but we are told to shut up. Listen.

“we cannot take the behavior of the minority [online abuse] and group it onto the majority” 

I agree with that statement but the majority still didn’t condemn the abuse. Honestly the people in this video did -just before saying HOWEVER but hey – but it is pretty rare to see TRA actually confronting the people who abused JK Rowling online, they cheered them on more than anything.

It is very telling how they spend more time in this video saying people collecting screenshots of the abuse JK Rowling suffered were “not cool” than the TRA giving them a bad name by actually abusing JK Rowling. They even say Jammy was also insulted online so TERF and TRA are as bad as each other right ?? Being called delusional or idiot is not the same as death threats sorry Jammy. (I doubt the “freak” one was from a terf tbh but even then, this is not even comparable) I mean didn’t you get at least one person saying they were going to kill you ? Because I did, and I have ,like, 200 followers. I find very weird that the woman here said “I received sexual assaults threats and this is as a cis woman!” as if women weren’t the primary target of sexual assaults threats. Yeah it’s the misogyny. What’s new.  You really should stop thinking you are somehow priviledged even when you are being sexually threatened ffs. What gender ideology does to a mf.

 “neither of these sides are innocent” 

oh come on, you cannot possibly means that the men who gave you sexual threats were terfs, this is ridiculous, you are just trying to excuse and diminish what people did to JK as per fucking usual.

 “persistent low level harassment” 

it hasn’t stayed low level tho. Stop trying to say you and JK are receiving the same abuse it’s embarrassing.

JK Rowling’s essay having real life effects on policies for exemple has an element of thruth ,even tho we disagree on wether or not this can be a good thing but your are deluding yourself if you think people assaulting transpeople are the sort of people whose views are in any way influenced by feminists. This is laughable. Also please stop with the guilt tripping, we are not responsible of the mental health of transpeople, we are not their therapists, sorry.

I love how they implied that the guy who forced GNC kids to behave as their assigned gender would somehow give a letter of thanks to a feminist. This is implying “terfs” want the same things as this maniac which is just a straight up lie, terfs absolutely adore GNC people and are mostly GNC themselves.

“What rights of women are actually being eroded by the inclusion of transwomen ?” I am glad you asked !! Well apart from the freedom of speech since “terfs” are losing their jobs and being deplatformed because of this, we have the inherent dangers of replacing sex by gender in what the law protects : https://www.aclu.org/blog/speakeasy/firing-mom-because-shes-breastfeeding-sex-discrimination this is a link to a story about a woman who was said being fired for breastfeeding was not sex discrimination because men can lactate. Do you see the problem ? Moreover there is quotas for women in politics etc….Women fought for their quotas and now males can have them, who do you think an employer would prefer someone who probably will be pregnant at one point or someone who never will ? and let’s not forget the right for women to have women only places :Women in prison are raped by the trans identified males in it .

“I cannot think of a single right that is removed from me”

 good for you maybe you should have actually researched radfems talking point before doing this video ? Your ignorance is not a good argument.  

“transwomen can use the women changing room because they are women” 

you keep saying that but apart from “they feel like women” you didn’t explain how they are women. This is the basis of this entire video and you never explained.  Also allowing any person who say they are women into the women’s changing room does not only allow transwomen does it ? It also allows lying freaks.

“You can protect cis women’s rights and transrights simulteanously” HOWWWWWWWWWWW, please tell me how to keep female only spaces (women’s right) while saying TWAW (transrights apparently according to them).

“transwomen can be the victims and cis women can do the voyeurism” 

true but did you forget we actually live in the real world and in that one males are much more likely to be sexually harassing people than women ? It is a brazen form of lying to tell women that since theoretically other women can also be creeps they don’t have to worry about males. Get a grip. Live in the real world for a change.

“It doesn’t reference transwomen but men pretending to be women” 

apart from “they feel it” you still haven’t told us what the difference is. You are aware nothing from an outside perspective distinguishes the two right ??

“there is no evidence of men pretending to be trans to enter female only spaces” and how would you know they are pretending ? This is the same problem again and again, if you define transwomen as men who feel like women then there is absolutely no way of verifying someone really is trans. And that’s a lie anyway since we do actually have proof of that happening?? There was that video making the room on radblr a while ago of a clear male pissing in the women’s bathroom saying (lying) that he was trans.

Yeah actually radical feminists would accept transmen in their bathrooms, but it’s not an easy question with an easy answer to know how to check they really are transmen. Although notice how they are again only talking about transpeople that passes ? I would feel safer with Jammy in my toilets than Hannah Mouncey for exemple :

  That is so obvioulsy a man in a dress.

“ If a transman with a beard and penis and balls can go into a women’s toilet and that is deemed okay because of his biological sex what is to stop a cis man from doing the same”

 I am sorry but are you saying a transwoman cannot have a beard and penis and balls ?????????? This is incredibly transphobic of you, you said that gender identity Is just feeling like a gender, how exactly does that mean transwomen cannot have beard ? If you want to know, radfem are arguing for a third toilet for transpeople, that’s our solution. What is yours ?

 Ok the next part is racist I’ll skip that thanks

On accusation of TERFery intimidating people and organizations “we haven’t seen these” again, your ignorance is not an argument, I am posting these on Tumblr where cryptoterfs arer numerous. Why do you think that is ?

Are they seriously saying Nike and addidas “accepted” transpeople because they “realized it was the right thing to do” ?????? Those companies employs slaves IN WHAT WORLD DO YOU LIVE IN??

“trying to make transpeople look crazy” 

the clownfish things were said online by real transpeople. We don’t need to invent thing to make transpeople look crazy, if there is  large enough group some people belonging in that group will say stupid shit .

“We support these rights”

 when speaking about women victims of abuse. This is a lie, the Vancouver rape shelter relief is often targeted by transactivists, recently a gofundme for it was cancelled because of transactivists, they are quite litteraly stealing money from raped women. This is not a small, inconsequential part of transactivism. 

“The trans-inclusionist views expand the meaning of women to include transwomen”

 It doesn’t expend shit actually since it excludes transmen and non-binary. If anything it reduces it.

They go on to say that transwomen deserves protection as women because of their murder rate. It doesn’t explain how being seen as women will help them here and anyway it’s a bold lie considering their murder rate is actually quite low. They also fail to consider how depriving transmen and nonbinaries of those same women’s right might be a problem.

Again they make the distinction between transwomen and men pretending to be transwomen without a way to identify which is which. This is starting to get repetitive and tedious. The problem is not that all transwomen are predators is that there is no way to see a difference until the predators acts, until a woman gets hurt, so accepting transwomen is accepting predators and saying transwomen feelings are more important that the women being hurt because of this. I disagree. The tiny tiny percentage of transpeople doing bad things is actually the same percentage as men doing bad things. If your argument could be used to say women only spaces shouldn’t exist at all because not all men are dangerous maybe you should reconsider your argument because I will not reconsider women’s right to have female only spaces.

“If you push transwomen out of female only spaces you push transmen in”

 Yes. I don’t even see where the problem is here.  Now why don’t we analyse the fact that if you push transwomen into female only spaces you push transmen out of them ? I don’t think transmen belongs in men’s prisons, do you ?

“Transpeople don’t dispute biology and don’t impact how female only diseases are treated” 

eat shit. They do impact this, every woman trying to say “female biology” get shit thrown at her faster than you can blink, stop lying to me Jammy. Do you think I would get called a bleeder, a fetus carrier, a motherfucking birthing body if transactivism wasn’t trying to erase sex ? Don’t you think the sentence “men can have periods” is not eroding biology ? Fuck off

Back to JK, Jammy is saying her disabling comment on her blog was not conductive to a conversation, I have to salute the straight face he says it with because do you really think a nice educated conversation would have taken place on JK Rowling’s essay ? They flooded her children’s book tag with porn for fuck sake.

“Thre is no explosion in young women who wishes to transition” sources ? Because it does seem to be true :https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1111/jsm.12817

“the detransitionners rate is actually really low” hard to know but most people who transitioned did it not so long ago since transgender is a recent trend, we will have to wait and see to have a more robust number. But maybe they are right on that one, this is not going to be the one argument that changes my views unfortunately. 

“Does that mean we should stop people from getting plastic surgery then ?” 

lol you don’t know the radfem stance on plastic surgery do you ?

“There is more significant transphobia than homophobia” 

sources ? Because transition is used as converstion therapy in Iran so it is at least untrue in one country. 

“If transmen transition to escape womanhood why is there transwomen ?” 

You really didn’t research this did you ? the radfem answer is that transwomen are either gay men who have gender disphoria OR AGP (autogynephiles) read this if you want to learn more about it: https://grahamlinehan.substack.com/p/the-elephant-in-the-room

“why would people who have male privileges choose to give that up” 

you are assuming they lose their male privileges but I will need sources on that because most transwomen do not pass and are treated more as special men than as women.

“We have already shown you that transphobia is far more rife and damaging than homophobia” 

did I miss that part ? When ? You just said that ? Without backing it up ?

“anti trans narratives constantly contradict itself” 

No we do not, we are feminist so we OF COURSE we analyse men and women differently, this is an issue of gender which radical feminism posit as an hierarchy, trying to explain transwomen and transmen with the same arguments is doomed to fail because they were not equal in their relation to gender to begin with. Do you think black people trying to pass as white do it for the same reasons white people try to have more black features ? Of course not.

“What am I a lesbian or a homophobe ?”

 You are both, you are a lesbian in denial with a deep case of internalized misogyny and homophobia. You know yo can be both sexist and a woman right ? Well it’s the same here.

I heard “Simone de Beauvoir” and I knew they were going to be really fucking stupid with that “One is not born a woman but rather becomes a woman” quote and THERE IT IS! Please read the book. She is not saying male can become women if they try hard enough, she is saying basically the same thing JK Rowling’s quote said which is that “womanhood” as it is forced on women is alien and not natural and the point is that we should not accept it, it’s a feminist quote on femininity and I am so sick of men using it to say that they are women.

Transactivists acting as if sex recognition patterns don’t exists is exhausting so I won’t comment on “nobody checks if you have XX chromosomes before passing you over for a promotion” other than to say : passing over for promotions happens a lot when women are pregnant and after giving birth stop acting as if misogyny is unrelated to our reproduction capacities it is fucking insulting.

“transwomen will support [fights against tampon tax and FGM] too” 

FGM was a bad choice here considering transactivists tried to stop a bill against FGM .  I will need sources here actually since I never seen a transwoman fighting for women’s right in my life.

Ok I let a lot passes here because I’m tired but we are 48:40 in the video and fuck you “intersectional feminism” is not about males. It was for black women. It is not reductionist to say women are people with a vagina, this is just a definition, and one that applies to 50% of the population at that, there is litteraly no definition of woman that includes more people than that.

Imagine thinking “women are people with vagina” is reductionist but not calling women “vulva owners”. Please , I am begging for coherence.

“transwomen who experience greater abuse than cisgender women will ever experience” . 

This is revolting. I don’t have any other words. I am glad this is the end of the video because I would have stopped immediately if this was at the start. What abuse transwomen can experience than ciswomen cannot ? Because I would have thought forced pregnancy was horrific but maybe this doesn’t compare to being misgendered?

“most people are comfortable with transwomen going into women’s bathrooms” https://www.bsa.natcen.ac.uk/media/39147/bsa34_moral_issues_final.pdf

It says 13% of women are at least uncomfortable with sharing bathroom with transwomen, why are we ignoring their wishes? Because 0.1% of the population wants to ?  Whatever, the really interesting thing in this study is that for this question they defined “transwomen” as someone who has gone through all the steps to become a woman aka someone with surgery. I find extremely misleading that this is used for bathroom bills which defines transwomen as male identifying as women. Do you think the numbers would be the same if they specified the transwoman in question still has a penis ? Which is the case for most transwomen btw?

#anon #jammiedodgers #transgender #op is a terf #this took wayyy to long don't read this