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sadiiomane10 · 1 year
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The way this commentator is pronouncing names......is he ok
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Fred perry is literally a nazi brand
lol not even close, use google. I encourage you to think before you send messages to people.
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kvarenje · 2 years
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OK, as an embryologist who has worked in andrology for years before, I need folks to know something.
Vasectomies are NOT 100% reversible.
If you or a partner are considering one, and you think that there is even a SLIGHT chance you might want children in the future, BANK SPERM BEFOREHAND.
When a vasectomy is reversed, you WILL NOT regain your previous sperm count. Most of the time, sperm counts fall dramatically after a reversal, and it will be much more difficult to conceive intentionally without assistance from fertility treatments. Vas reversals can also fail, which would then require surgical procedures to retrieve sperm should you want to conceive later. My clinic probably does 2-6 surgical sperm retrieval procedures a month, and a solid most of them are due to failed vas reversals.
This has been a PSA from your local extremely tired embryologist who wants people to know that "vasectomies are reversible" comes with a couple of big bold asterisks that should be talked about before folks go rushing into it.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 3 months
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mendingbone · 9 months
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i keep seeing people in their late teens/early twenties having a "[X] content intended for younger audiences does not feel satisfying to me anymore but i don't know where to start to branch out into adult fiction" moment and i thought i would give some recommendations for adult fiction for my fellow creepy crawly queer people. all or at least a LOT of it will be on the darker and more fucked up side bc i primarily engage with horror and thriller media personally but feel free to add on with more or recommendations from other genres :)
edit: i am continuing to add to this list so there might be new recs (highlighted in pink) in here every once in a while! also want to add that there's a variety of POC, queer, and disabled authors in here as well, i am also all of the above (asian, bi/aro, poly, disabled) and tried to incorporate as many of their wickedly talented, compelling narratives as possible. that's all, happy reading!
A Certain Hunger, Chelsea G. Summers
A Darker Shade of Magic, V. E Schwab*
A Dowry of Blood, S.G Gibson
Animal, Lisa Taddeo*
A Ripple of Power and Promise, Jordan A. Day*
Bunny, Mona Awad*
Children of Blood and Bone, Tomi Adeyemi*
Cursed Bread, Sophie Mackintosh*
Dark Places, Gillian Flynn
Dead Girls Don't Say Sorry, Alex Ritany*
Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, Olga Tokarczuk*
Eileen, Ottessa Moshfegh*
Fruiting Bodies, Kathryn Harlan*
Goddess of Filth, V. Castro*
Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn
House of Leaves, Mark Danielewski
If I Had Your Face, Frances Cha*
Iron Widow, Xiran Jay Zhao
Jackal, Erin E. Adams*
Juniper and Thorn, Ava Reid*
Kindred, Octavia Butler*
Manhunt, Gretchen Felker-Martin*
Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia
Ninefox Gambit, Yoon Ha Lee*
Rabbits, Terry Miles*
Scorched Grace, Margot Douaihy*
Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn
She is a Haunting, Trang Thahn Tran
Slewfoot, Brom*
Sorrowland, Rivers Soloman
Summer Sons, Lee Mandelo
Supper Club, Lara Williams*
The Centre, Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi*
The Change, Kirsten Miller
The Death of Jane Lawrence, Caitlin Starling*
The Dreamer Trilogy, Maggie Stiefvater
The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson
The Hollow Places, T. Kingfisher*
The Human Origins of Beatrice Porter, Soraya Palmer*
The Jasmine Throne, Tasha Suri
The Locked Tomb, Tamsyn Muir
The Luminous Dead, Caitlin Starling*
The Red Tree, Caitlin Kiernan*
The Unfamiliar Garden, Benjamin Percy*
Vicious, V. E Shwab
Wake, Siren, Nina MacLaughlin*
We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson
What Moves the Dead, T. Kingfisher*
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stuckinapril · 3 months
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There will not be a single moment next week in which I’m not running around doing something
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kinokoshoujoart · 8 months
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argentinagp · 9 months
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KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA - MARCH 22: Sebastian Vettel of Germany and Infiniti Red Bull Racing prepares to drive during practice for the Malaysian Formula One Grand Prix at the Sepang Circuit on March 22, 2013 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. (Photo by Mark Thompson/Getty Images)
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catofoldstones · 3 months
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I am too dumb for the asoiaf tumblr fandom and I am too level-headed for the asoiaf reddit fandom, where do I go?
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sugar-coat-it · 1 month
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thinking ab watching Matty shave in the mirror and how carefully he holds the blade. (He uses a flat old school type razor blade bc ofc he does) and then he sees you getting all hot and bothered, then he teases you and so begins the knife play :) I think about this a lot especially when he’s baby faced
AHHHHHHHHYOURE LITERALLY INSANE UR CRAZY 
I gasped out loud when I read this I NEED to expand on ur thoughts
TW! for knife play, ik it says it above but you’ve been officially warned!!!
He so would use an old-school razor blade, that’s so unbearably Matty. You’re just sitting on the counter watching him get ready, and then it’s your favorite part: when he shaves. You’re tingling all over the moment he takes out the blade, watching the way his fingers steadily curl around it as he brings it to his cheek, his eyes intense and focused in the mirror. You can’t help it! Your mind is wandering as he carefully drags it along his face, watching his experienced hands that know how not to nick himself. Your face gets hot as you imagine him taking the same razor across your thighs, between your breasts, along the slope of your neck. Just the coolness of the metal against your burning skin, those same careful hands guiding the blade. You’re trying to ease the ache pooling inside you by pushing your thighs together and Matty clocks it immediately, glancing at you through the mirror as he scrapes away the fluffy white foam. He asks you what’s up and you just kinda gape at him, watching as he rinses the razor in the sink, his calloused fingers running over the metal. He whistles to get your attention, your eyes snapping back up to his now clean-shaven baby face. 
“Asked you a question. What is it, baby?” he says, even though he’s already putting the pieces together with the way your gaze lingers on the blade in his hands. 
You don’t even know how to answer him, your mouth hanging open dumbly. How do you tell your boyfriend that you want him to do something like that to you? Although, you have a nagging suspicion that he’d be more than happy to indulge you. He turns the razor over in his hand, admiring the way it shines under the bathroom lighting. 
“Ohh, is it this?” he purrs, a smirk pulling at his lips, all too pleased. 
You feel yourself throb as he approaches you with the blade, spreading your legs so he can stand between them on the counter. He’s SOOO fucking cocky about it because now he’s got something to hold over you, he’s the only one who can make your wet dreams become reality. 
He teases you some more, saying shit like “You’re so dirty, love. If only I’d known,” and “Have you thought about it a lot? Me holding a blade to you?” and “shit, I’m going to love watching you squirm,” all while he’s holding your thighs open, the razor in one hand still flicked open. You’re practically dying, just sitting there and taking all the teasing while he's got the flat side of the razor against your thigh as you get uncomfortably wet.
“Shh, shh I’m gonna take care of you” he shushes before picking up the razor again.
He starts by slowly running it over your thigh, being incredibly careful as he drags the tip of the blade against your skin. You’re moaning already and he’s just started. The tension in the air is so so palpable
“Do. not. fucking. move.” he says, such a serious look in his eyes that it has you immediately nodding in agreement.
He keeps going, experimenting with the way he holds the blade while still being very careful not to nick you as you shudder at the feeling. Soon, he’s got your top off and he’s running it over your tits, dragging the flat side of it across your peaked nipples just to watch you struggle to keep still at the feeling of the cool metal. He’s really enjoying himself now, more than he thought he would. You trust Matty with your life, but danger still pulses in your veins as he brings the razor higher, over your collarbones until it’s under your chin, tilting your head up to make you look at him with the flat of the blade. You just whimper, you’re such a mess, the dominating air about him as he finds his stride is so overwhelming. 
He’d cut the elastic of your panties off of you next, murmuring something about getting you another pair as the split fabric slid off your legs. He’s so game for experimenting with you, especially when it gets you this messy. This little scene probably ends with him fucking you on the counter while he’s got the dull edge of the blade held to you in the place of your choosing <3
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risingsunresistance · 8 months
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YOU 🫵 I LOVE YOU 🫵🫵🫵
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literalinsomniac · 19 days
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I think im done with tiktok
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nebulotica · 9 months
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alhaitham be winning the idgaf wars until kaveh ‘ the exception ‘ kshahrewar walks in the door and it’s sooo funny
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tequiilasunriise · 9 months
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Annabel Lee & Fears: A Short Essay Based On Ep70
Here it is, folks, the truest crux of Annabel’s character, her deepest fears is not going mad or even people discovering she’s not as put together as she tries to appear, but rather:
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Was that gambit of constant scheming and using others worth it, Annabel? Was always trying to think ten steps ahead and always keep yourself in a position of power and control truly worth it, because how can you ever be trusted when all you do is play 5D chess with everyone?
There is is, folks!!! Just like her greatest strength- her cunning willpower- is centered around a certain bright moon, Annabel’s greatest fear is rooted in Lenore. The deepest, darkest trenches of her soul, the one thing that would shatter her heart and send her lungs choking fer breath? The killing blow that would end her and make all these charades worthless? It’s Lenore seeing her constant conniving and asking Annabel, “Why would I be any different? You already have no problem using everyone else as a pawn, how could I ever possibly trust you, Annabel Lee?”
The way Annabel is SUCH a great morally grey character, y’all tell me you love hot villains yet many a time I’ve seen people calling Annabel too heartless. She’s the opposite! She cares!! SO MUCH!!! She would burn the world down if it meant kissing Lenore one last time, to the point where her deepest fear is losing Lenore in the process of trying to protect her. All Annabel knows is using manipulation to gain the upper hand because simply being born a woman in the Victorian era she was so throughly disadvantaged by such a horribly misogynistic society that girlypop had to scrape together any form of control she could. Annabel wants so badly to protect Lenore but all she knows are her own methods of protecting herself, which involves plausibility deniability and facades and sometimes sheer cruelty, and that’s where the conflict arises. From the start Annabel assumed Lenore and her had the same understanding of this ‘fake enemies’ ploy going on but surprise surprise babygirl, not everyone is overthinking four parallel universes ahead like you do. This boils over into her lover having doubts on what’s real and what’s not, which then culminates into Lenore asking if Annabel is using her affections as empty currency to get what she wants, and Annabel’s first move to tell Lenore to fucken kill her????
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“To you alone, I have left myself completely defenseless.”
The drama of it all!! The shattered facade leading to exploding vulnerability of it all!! The dim sun sparking out into a heat death just to prove her sincerity of it all!!! The exposed innermost organs ripping out my heart with my bare hands and begging you, “Do you see it now? Do you see the way it beats for you and only you? Tell me you see it, tell me you see me…” of it all!!
Oh baby the way Annabel still retains this deep fear of Lenore not truly believing in the “only thing that’s real” to her, the way her lover’s ghost still lingers and haunts her and is then ripped up from her innermost psyche like a desecrated grave and given form by Ada’s power. The way, after all this time- and I mean all this time from Lenore’s constructed resurrection, to their relationship blossoming into a wedding, all the fucking way up to that bell tower scene, the fucken way Annabel still never truly let go of her fear that Lenore doesn’t see her, doesn’t see how she alone bashed through all of Annabel’s walls and made a home where her heart laid. I’m sure during their living relationship all the way until the wedding Annabel’s fears were greatly settled, but it’s the fucken way these panels implied that this wretched heartache never completely left Annabel’s guilt-wracked soul.
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I just know, okay I just KNOW, that even up until she was putting her wedding dress on Annabel still questioned if she even deserved this happy ending because she still feel phantoms of guilt fer this betrayal. This comic only furthers this implication of unabsolved guilt when it’s made clear as day that Annabel’s biggest fear is Lenore not believing in her love. And before anyone argues how Annabel can currently feel guilt fer betraying Lenore when she hasn’t recovered the memory yet, I’ll argue back that from the very beginning of the comic these two were inexplicably drawn to each other even when they had NO memories. Therefore, even if she doesn’t have the explicit memory, I highly doubt Annabel’s subconscious would ever let go of something as huge as deeply hurting the one person she truly cared about in such a wretched way.
Fuck, dude, I mean Annabel’s greatest fear wasn’t even Lenore dying- which was already a huge thing if y’all remember her tearstreaked, panicked, “What is left? If she’s not here, what’s the point?”- no her greatest is Lenore!!! Not!!! Believing!! Her!!! Like yeah losing Lenore physically definitely would’ve cut so deep even her bones would bear the scars, but losing Lenore in the form of the other woman walking the same ground as her but choosing to stay away?? Call her fucking selfish because some people would rather have their other half still be alive even if they’re not by their side, but Annabel ain’t one of them that’s fer sure. Babygirl has spent a lifetime perfecting the craft of deceiving others fer her own gain, but the ONE TIME she’s genuine her heart is to be called nothing more but empty??? Oh babbyyy that’s gotta fucken hurt.
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The thing is, I don’t think Annabel really loves herself all that much. I really don’t. A huge focus on self-preservation doesn’t necessarily mean one really loves themselves, and when we add the aforementioned guilt she carries? Plus, the fact that Annabel being forced to swallow down her anxiety attacks from a young age could easily lead to her having a rather sour view of her 'not normal' self? Yeah no yeah, I truly don’t think Annabel loves herself that much, if at all. So really, this line is adding immense insult to already grievous injury. Not only does Annabel deeply fear Lenore not believing her affections to be true, she also fears the New Yorker misconstruing her as nothing more but a shallow as hell, prissy, little pampered damsel, a role pretty much everyone else regulates her into whether she wants it or not (right from the beginning, before she even set her schemes in full effect, Annabel was already explaining, “Ada wanted a queen, so I gave her one”). Lenore, the only one Annabel had believed to ever really see her fer her, is now discrediting Annabel’s vulnerable affections AND seeing her as that unloving ice queen like everyone else?? Horrible terrible horrible!!! She may have a ribbon threatening to strangle her right now, but it’s clear that ghost!Lenore’s words are what truly cut her down to size. Y’all seeing that fucken pain in Annabel’s eyes? Her worst fear is just so… personal.
Which actually leads me to my next point, which is how just before Annabel’s worst fear is revealed in stark, horrifying detail, we see Prospero’s. Lemme just preface this by saying what Prospero went through is n o t any less terrible and is a super fucken mega valid fear/trauma, but let me cook y’all just hear me out. Prospero’s fear seems to be about medical malpractice and/or being conscious during a painful operation that likely went south (aka ‘oh shiiitttt he fucken DEAD-‘), and that’s fucking tragic as all hell. Yet, okay let me cook here, it’s more… I don’t want to say general, because that does NOT mean his fear is any less significant but it’s like. Way back when, death via medical bullshit was more or less fairly common, especially during wartimes (which is the era I headcanon Prospero to be from); meanwhile, Annabel’s fear is so uniquely hers, it’s borne of a culmination of specific experiences tied together by her relationship with Lenore.
By contrast of a more common fear vs something so deeply personal and specific to this one person- because it’s not just unrequited love, it’s being so vehemently denied and misunderstood by the ONE (1!) person who you wholeheartedly trusted in your entire life who also oops mega died on you- this distinction gives way to an almost more raw, more visceral feeling to Annabel’s fear sequence. Again!!! I am not undermining Prospero’s own trauma, I promise!!! But you have to admit that there’s something, from a narrative standpoint, that hits so much harder with how deeply personal Annabel’s fear is. The contrast is even more great when you look at how Prospero’s involved a buncha bloodied hands not really tied to any faces or even any indication of personhood like accessories, scars, etc etc. It could’ve been a group of anyone holding him down hurting him; on the flipside, Annabel is being restrained by one very specific person we see in full view. The faceless crowd who could’ve been anyone at anytime vs the lone perpetrator whose history you know like a second name. It’s just!!! So personal!!!
In conclusion, on the surface level, one would think a character so deeply ingrained in using deceptions and manipulation would have her greatest fear tie into having her true nature revealed to everyone she’d fooled, but then it turns out it’s the complete fucking opposite. What homegirl fears the most is her truest, innermost self not being believed and accepted by just one (1!) person. The way it’s framed is just so heartstabbingly personal, especially when you parallel it to a previous fear sequence just a few panels preceding it. This is it, your honor, this is Annabel’s deepest driving force broken down to its bare essentials. To hell with whatever reputation she’s carefully crafted! Who cares what anyone else thinks of her if she doesn’t believe her, if she doesn’t SEE her. Really, truly see her. Lenore is the defining point that Annabel has revolves around so wholeheartedly, and there’s no point to anything anymore if Annabel loses her. This crux of her character, OHHH BBAAABBYY it’s just so well done because we, as the audience, have been given clear evidence to build up this narrative of Annabel’s characterization fer so long now and to finally see it come together in a fiery explosion of lesbian angst with this latest chapter??? Gods, the writing of Nevermore will never not drive me absolutely insane in the membrane.
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palipunk · 9 months
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The people who followed me for dragon age content watching me talk about settler colonialism, indigeniety, Palestinian liberation, and pinkwashing (theyre still waiting for morrigan yuri)
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inspired by this post I came across today:
I mean like these things:
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