#i am a woman on a mission

[cerise-on-top]

It's me! Again 😁

Farah x GN reader

just a lazy day with her!!

○Morning cuddles

○Making breakfasts together

○Cuddles and reading

○Take out food, movies, AND MORE CUDDLES

No pressure, take your time, and take care 🫶

THANK YOU!! Lovely request, absolutely lovely idea again! I love Farah, pining for her is one of my favorite pastime activities! You can do absolutely no wrong with cod girls! Thank you for entrusting me with this request, I truly appreciate it!! It ended up being a bit long, like fic length, even if I wanted to write more headcanon things! But that's okay! It happens, it happened before and it will happen again!

Lazy Day with Farah

It wouldn’t be too uncommon for the two of you to be sleeping together at night. It’s warm, it’s calming, it's grounding. For just one night you won’t be worrying about gunshots and people dying, for just one night it’s the two of you and absolutely no one else. But even so, as morning comes, no matter how safely tucked away you’re under Farah’s chin, responsibilities await. A growling stomach and the ever growing urge to use the bathroom being your biggest enemies as you revel in her presence. Your eyes are still closed, but discomfort washes over you either way, not only because of the two aforementioned conditions, but because they won’t go away on their own. It’s disdainful, really, having to get up because the human body can’t control itself, but you had to lest something worth being scolded for happens.

Slowly, as to not rouse her from her sleep, you try to untangle yourself from Farah, but to no avail. Small in stature, she’s much stronger than anyone would think, her grip simply tightening on you. Even so, her lips curve upwards and a chuckle escapes her. In order to get a good look at you, she moves her head a bit backwards, beautiful brown eyes boring into your own. Her gaze was soft but not hazy, she must have been awake for a while, it seemed. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, she hummed a little tune before finally wishing you a good morning. You had finally awoken and she admitted to having been awake for a while. Her warmth makes you feel right at home as you nuzzle into her once again, a sigh leaving your lips. After wishing her a good morning, you complain, not wanting to get up to use the bathroom, thinking that staying in bed is a much more favorable choice just so you can take her in for a few more minutes. Your wishes were unheard as your stomach, filled with nothing but air, growled once again. Despite agreeing with you, Farah chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before getting up. After all, if she was no longer in bed with you, then you had another incentive to take care of your needs.

Her plan bore fruit. As she got herself a glass of water in the kitchen, she could hear the toilet being flushed before you, half asleep and not yet ready to tackle the day, trudged into view, your posture slouched. Taking a seat on the chair, you whined yet again, your eyes small, just barely open. It was a surprise you could see anything at all. In hopes of getting back into the warm bed, you made grabby hands at her, not bearing to even think about the room temperature kitchen, seeming so cold on your warm skin. A pat on the back and some teasing encouragement was all you got as she walked past you towards the cabinet, pulling out a pan. Even as you barely registered what she was doing, you asked her whether or not you could help her out a bit. It was much appreciated as, after setting the pan down onto the stove and while tying her hair, she said yes, calling you to her even if she wouldn’t trust you with the stove just yet. She explained to you that she was in the mood for something you both liked, something simple that wasn’t too hard to make: Kikliko. You had made those before, so it didn’t seem like too much of a task.

Two eggs, some white bread, milk, salt and oil. Eggs, milk and salt were mixed together, last one was poured into the pan. Whisking them together, you zoned out a few times as you did so. As you watched the bread soak a bit in the mixture, you were torn from your empty thoughts, interrupted with a kiss to the cheek as Farah took the bread and put it in the pan, frying it for a moment. The process was repeated a few times. By the time you were done you had some delicious food you could easily digest and stomach. And that you did, eating together while you hummed a few responses to her questions, slowly waking up to give her proper ones. It was an adorable sight to Farah. You munching on some kikliko, sighing contently as she told you about her and Alex’ endeavors, how well everything was going. Soon enough you and her could live in peace without having to worry about freedom. She had her cause, and ever since meeting you, you were a big part of it.

Although you were more sappy than she was, you expressed your gratitude, thanking her for fighting the way she does, as valiantly as she can for the freedom of her people. You may not be a soldier, but if you can make her life just the tiniest bit easier, give her something to look forward to at home and help her relax with the consequences of fighting being far from her mind for just a moment, then you know you did everything right. The sentiment got to her, a gentle smile on her face as she listened to your words intently. You did so much more than that, you made a house a home, somewhere she could settle down, enjoy her life and not be subjected to enough stress to kill most people. But you’d never know how strongly she actually felt about you. There are thousands of languages in this world, each with their own unique words, to have a chance at conveying something, anything at all. And even in those thousands of languages, not a single one could ever put into words just how much she loved you.

You put the dishes in the sink, got ready for the day, only to settle for lazing on the couch for another few minutes. A few minutes turned into an hour, an hour into several. The only time you both left each other’s arms was to grab a book each, deciding on reading to each other. It was pleasant, listening to Farah read stories out loud you couldn’t understand. One Thousand and One Nights, a book renowned throughout the world, of origins that can only be speculated these days. You couldn’t speak or understand Arabic past counting to ten, but she made those words flow from her tongue so easily, so beautifully. Indeed, she could have told you about anything, from cruel kings to malevolent spirits, and you’d be none the wiser, but it was so pleasant to listen to. Lying on her chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath, feeling the vibrations of her voice. Your eyes were closed throughout most of the story, merely open to sometimes get a look at the foreign letters. It was astounding, how a completely different language had different letters that seemed as easy to read as the latin alphabet to some people.

But when it was finally your turn to read, allowing Farah’s vocal chords some well deserved rest, so she can bless your ears and your heart with her voice once more at a later time, you let your love settle on you instead, allowing her to rest on your chest. It was a book you had liked for quite some time, having read its contents more than once already. A collection of poems and love songs from long ago. Fragments were missing, never found, lost to time forever. But what has been passed down for you and your people to see, was as beautiful as it could be. And thus, you started reading:

        It’s very easy to make this clear

        to everyone, for Helen,

        by far surpassing mortals in beauty,

        left the best of all husbands

         and sailed to Troy,

        mindful of neither her child

        nor her dear parents, but

        with one glimpse she was seduced by

        Aphrodite. For easily bent...

        and nimbly...

        has reminded me now

        of Anactoria who is not here;

        I would much prefer to see the lovely

        way she walks and the radiant glance of her face

        than the war-chariots of the Lydians or

        their footsoldiers in arms.

Another sappy and lovestruck thing you said that day, it seemed to never end. But how could it? When you had your very own Venus lying so warmly on top of you, listening to every word you said. But a small comment was all you got from Farah. You were sappy, you were lovestruck and nauseous with adoration for the woman you held oh so gently. The words you read made your heart sing with glee, Farah was the audience for an ode to love and joy. Holding your own goddess in your arms, you continued to read, hoping your voice was as soothing to her as hers was to you. As time went on, your voice getting raspier and drier, you were distracted by your beloved staring at you from her comfortable position. A bashful smile made its way onto your lips, your voice, otherwise resolute, becoming more quiet and shaky as you tried to be serious, as you tried to hide your smile.

Hours had passed ever since you started reading and cuddling, it was only a matter of time until a human body, needy as it could be, would start to make itself known once again. Otherwise so content with floating in space, forgetting about your earthly needs, it was this void in your stomach that asked to be filled yet again. A sisyphean task, if one really thought about it. It wasn’t a plea, not a question either, but more of a demand than anything else: Farah was hungry, but she couldn’t be bothered to cook that time, too comfortable to get up. You leaving her wasn’t an option either, the only solution to the conundrum you were facing being to ask someone else to cook for you. You had money and no motivation to perform this specific task. Therefore, you took out your phone after putting the book on the table, typing in the website that would allow you to order food.

The decision was unanimous, something simple but filling it was going to be. One could do absolutely no wrong with a burger. Both of you chose one the other wasn’t going to take, the reasoning being that you could try each other’s food in that case. This was a lie on your behalf. You had had a burger from that place before, the exact one Farah chose, so all that was left for you to do was steal her food.

But until then, time needed to be killed. It was simple enough: Turning on the TV, watching some documentary about marine life. The moment the crab was in danger of being eaten by a shark, your adrenaline spiked, having gotten attached to the critter already. Invested in its life, you silently cursed the fish for scaring the little crustacean. It was an unfair fight from the start, the crab could have never won against the bite force of a shark, leaving it vulnerable and defenseless.

The documentary was fine to Farah. Crabs weren’t something she was invested in, but watching your facial expression change just a bit was amusing. The way you’d frown at sharks, the way you’d light up a bit upon watching new crabs hatch, the way you’d look relieved when they reached land and finally matured. How you could possibly love some animal in a documentary was beyond her, but it was adorable. You had such a big heart, always taking care of others, it was only natural someone had to protect you as well. Such was Farah’s job. And when the person delivering your food rang on the door, you jumped, not expecting them to have been this quick.

Whereas Farah did not negotiate, you did, wanting to see more baby crabs on the beach, thus asking Farah to come get the food. She agreed, but only if you got the cutlery for them. It was a fair deal, but you hurried to the kitchen regardless, the clanging of metal being rather loud.

Just for another second, your eyes were glued to the screen before tearing themselves away from baby animals to welcome a big, hearty burger with open arms.

The food was pretty good, but you couldn’t look away from Farah’s burger. Vile as always, you got to work as she was chewing on a piece, cutting a piece of her burger off and eating it instead. You kicked her while she was down, leading to her getting some revenge and taking away your curly fries privileges. You were certain by the time you were both done you had eaten more of each other’s food than your own. But it didn’t matter, you were both full and content. Taking the cutlery and takeout boxes into the kitchen, you refilled your glasses of water, adding a lemon slice into both of them. The glasses, however, had to have been at a safe distance before Farah would unleash her final, deadliest attack.

You were safe then, unassuming and a bit sluggish from just having eaten burgers and fries, it was the perfect time to strike. Arms wrapped around your waist, Farah pulled you down onto the couch. No matter how much you struggled, how much resisted, there was no way you could have won. Just like the crab with its puny shell within the shark’s maw, you were caught in Farah’s arms. Indeed, you were done for when she pulled you into her lap. In order to steady yourself, show yourself as more dominant than you really were, you wrapped your arms around her shoulder. A kiss from her turned into a kiss from you, both of you trying to outdo each other, show the other they were more loved.

In the end, neither of you would stay serious, giggling with each other after the tenth or so kiss. A battle of wits, of dominance and fun: Who could out-cuddle the other? You had half a day left to find out!

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #I am PINING and I am ACHING and I am YEARNING for her #fluff like this is actually just the best because I am down bad for cuddling #nothing bad is happening and I don't have to worry about my favourite characters dying for once #I have this specific image of Farah in my mind right now and it makes me tear up because I love woman #when I saw you could play as Farah in mw3 I was ecstatic #finally you could play the women in some missions #I wholeheartedly believe the cod women deserved even more screentime and more dialogue #what I wouldn't give to hear more banter and stuff #but I'll take what I can get

[goldkirk]

I DON'T HAVE TO LIE ANYMORE!

#I DON'T HAVE TO LIE ANYMORE ABOUT ANYTHING #IT DOESN'T HAVE TO OVERRIDE ALL OTHER PROGRAMMING EVER AGAIN #HA #MY GOD THAT FEELS LIKE TWO DECADES OF RELIEF #and I found out yesterday. that this year. next winter. it IS two decades. exactly. this is the year. every day i am shown new reminders #that keep me going in my mission to relearn to fully and instinctually trust my self #ever since [redacted therapist] asked me point blank and my IMMEDIATE response was complete disbelief #a firm 'you think there's any universe where i'd feel like i could trust myself? after my nonstop history of failures and being horrible?' #tone “No!” of disbelief #and a horrible way-too-harsh laugh that bolted out before I could strangle it off and stop it. #that woman never coddled my feelings any time I spoke something alarming or bullshit and that was so helpful to me #and the tone she let exist in her voice when she responded to me with a very uncharacteristic “Oh Katie.” #was so. so much more agonizing for me. than her responding with an immediate logical slam-dunk of the truth about healthy behavior and stuf #anyway ramble over i'm so tired. i've done so much trauma work this week i am Drained emotionally #now i see what the past several months but especially especially #the baffling (to me) infuriating out-of-control-speedrun-somatic-processing + every-health-condition-flaring slog that December and January #were for me when I hadn't expected anything to be wrong #...and the extremely specific way this certain zone and particular incident kept coming up over and over and over and over and OVER was not #a bug. it was a feature. thank goodness i trust myself for little things now bc that's the only way i was able to get to this other side #and look back and suddenly realize that my subconscious and body knew what they needed and had a plan in progress the whole time. just like #i rationally say I trust them to have and do. #and that perhaps maybe. for real for real instead of just TELLING myself hard enough a lie that i trust my self and i trust my body and tha #they always know their own needs and timing if really slow down and listen to them f u l l y #anyway. yeah. bye haha i need to stop oversharing on the internet #trauma evolution #shh katie #personal #my god. i wished for this day more than i wished for anything else my whole life. all these many many many many years. what magic. #add to journal #abuse

[castieldelamancha]

There is no one there, but the two of them. Nothing to be heard, but their ragged breaths. They look at each other from opposite sides of the aisle, the wooden benches on the sides, once polished and bright, are now covered by a thick layer of dust, Castiel doesn't mind, as he leans against the closest one for a moment.

Once he can breathe again and he has put away the lighter he has used to burn the hymn book the spirit was attached to, Castiel rushes to join Dean at the abandoned church's altar, helping him to get up from the dirty floorboards and holding both his hands tightly when they are both standing.

His eyes search Dean's face, relief flooding him when he can't see any wounds on the other man, "I'm just great at creating distractions, huh?"

Castiel smiles at him, "the best, indeed." He enjoys for a little while the way the first rays of sunshine that are getting into the building through what is left of a stained glass window display colorful waves all over Dean's face.

Dean takes their joined hands and presses them to his chest, "I love you." Then he, to Cas' great confusion, chuckles lightly, shaking his head. Noticing his confusion Dean explains, "I was just thinking we are just missing the priest for this wedding." Castiel looks around and, yes, standing here right at the altar like they are right now it looks like they could be getting married.

They can't really get married legally, it isn't something they have even talked about before, the concept is not enough to really encapsulate all they are to each other, all they have lived together, "this feels more like us," Dean says with a shrug of his shoulders, "just the two of us, a hunt and a haunted church."

"it's not haunted anymore." Castiel replies, Dean laughs, "I don't have any vows ready, I know that's usual in human weddings, but I can promise you here, where so many others have promised to love each other until death did they apart, that I will love you like I love you now and like I've loved you for years with our light and darkness," the light of the love they share, the darkness of the nightmares they both carry with them, "even after my last breath, when we meet again when all it's over." He frees one of his hands to touch the side of Dean's face, tenderly, watching Dean as he tilts his head to lean into his touch.

"In sickness, in health, wherever we are Cas, be it this universe or a parallel one, on the road or in our home, saving the world, we go together. Forever." He wraps an arm around Cas' waist, pulling him closer, "we are going to skip the 'I do' s and go for the good stuff now." He leans in, pressing a kiss to Castiel's lips, deepening it when Cas kisses back.

They leave the church hand in hand, both of them exhausted, with matching smiles on their faces and their shared promises tightening their bond.

#destiel #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨ #take me to chuuuuuuuurch #wait a minute i was looking around my emojis looking for this 🎶 and instead i found out i can send people a mammoth now #don't talk to me or my son 🦣🦣🦣🦣🦣🦣 ever again #and by the power god herself has given me they are married now #aaaaaaamen! #i had the idea but the whole process of writing it down fought me so hard but i fought back even harder #tuserpris #that's so out of character and i love it so much damn #my main goal tbh is to see how far i can go with the out of character thing i am a woman with a mission

[wittyworm]

taino teachings are realigning my entire mindset. everything is. making more and more sense the more i read. Yoka hu (the father) and Ata Bey ( the mother) are both inside me . spiritually and physically. i have always said, for many years that i did not understand the concept of gender how this society is teaching it, because i am both my father and mother in body and spirit, but also wholly myself, and i need to respect myself, and how i've been feeling for so so long. it's all making so much sense.

#there are many beautiful things that come from the origins of the abrahamic religions but they are not part of me or for me to follow or be #forced to follow #fear is not how you should rule yourself or others #everyone should look into how their ancestors lived and truly truly consider their teachings and incorporate them into your lives #you might find yourself healing in ways you never even thought you needed #i am not religious #but i believe in the spirits that guided my ancestors to guide me #and for my ancestors to guide me #i need to look into the teachings of my african ancestors and incorporate both into me #to learn and to grow and to teach and to pass on #ohhhh i have so much to learn and so much more life to live #thank you ancestors #and fuck you to the ancestors that failed this mission. at least the lesson ive learned from you is to never be like you #i met an amazing Thai woman the other day and had a long conversation with her about life and business and things #and it was because #i saw a doll in front of her food truck and it drew me in #she said it was gifted to her by a vendor #because she went up and was like oh! that doll is from my culture! #i showed her the dolls i had just bought that day! they were two little black children dressed up like cute clowns they are my favorite😭💚 #and she asked what i was. i told her i was Black Boricua and White and she was like oh wow you are truly of the Americas #or truly american #and i was like i guess so huh but i suppose we all are since this is where we have been made to live #huge advocate for bringing back culture shock and making people respect the culture of THIS land while also maintaining #a healthy relationship with their own #the the only way we can move forward and thrive like a true melting pot that will become something new and beautiful

[neoyorzapoteca]

we're waking up early! we're moving our bodies! we're keeping small promises to ourselves! we're taking action instead of plunging into easy despair! we're leaning into the discomfort of existence and finding it is full of joy!

[themyscirah]

I think that comic creators should be forced to read the entirety of Ostrander & Yale's Suicide Squad run before they even THINK of using Amanda Waller in anything actually

#its like oh my god. read that book #i swear to god she is complex and has so much going on ans just like you NEED to read that book if you want the slightest CHANCE of doing #suicide squad justice #but then ofc ppl just care abt having a mean boss character they dont actually care about HER #i said comic creators bc its the writing and the art both #bc they dont do her character justice with the writing but then they also dont draw her anything like she looks like #like she is called 'the wall' for a reason guys she is NOT skinny as a twig like cmon #and shes not young either the woman is middle aged shes like 40s/50s #anyways. forcing ppl at gunpoint to read good suicide squad comics. instead of just slapping harley quinn on a team with some random #villains and calling it a day #also the suicide squad is supposed to be a MIX of heroes and villains!!! theres supposed to be varying moralities there! and waller isnt #evil guys istg- shes ambitious and kind of mean and p much ALWAYS stuck between a rock and a hard place but shes not evil!!!! #like cmon guys. its a book about heroes and villains on a team together doing off the books missions. its gonna have nuance esp in the #central kind of figure #godddddd ive been wanting to reread suicide squad SO bad these past 2 days #ever since plastique and waller showed up in nu52 jla im just like ahfiahdsuehdvdjc SUICIDE SQUAD #but i must stop myself. bc whenever i start reading multiple things at once THATS when shit hits the fan #and i go into a slump where i don't read comics for like 8 months and never finish the books im reading #so we're not going to do that but man am i tempted #maybe what i should do is watch the suicide squad movie. the james gunn one. maybe that would fix me actually #viola davis amanda waller goes sooooooo hard actually. casting choice of the century imo #and also they had rick flagg leading the team there which i respect. hes no ben turner but its something #especially since nu52 jla tried to turn steve trevor into a bargain bin rick flagg jr which was... certainly a choice #anyways <3333 #also rip my stats this is a loss for feminism geoff johns just knocked kim yale out of my no 5 comic author spot on the tracker app 😔😔😔 #im so sorry kim i didn’t mean to do you dirty like that ma'am #blah #suicide squad #dc comics #amanda waller

[a-tenno-called-prin]

30 minute sketch turn into 2 HOURS because I refused to use a reference and ended up just redrawing the same hand 30 times anyway it's 2 am here she is with her hair down i'm sleep now bye

#prin's sketches #prinia qin #it was supposed to be QUICK and MESSY WHAT AM I DOING #ITS 2AM AGAIN #quick hc but she'd always have her hair like this if it wasn't for ordis who has had to have apparatus installed in the orbiter to tame #her unruly head mess #why can't she wear her hair like this? #she went on a mission like this once and almost got scalped because it got stuck in a gear mechanism #ordis suggested cutting it off to save time and she screeched so braiding it is #tbh i feel bad for him for having to live with this awful woman for like. eternity #“this is your sentence karris”

[azol-otl]

List of random headcanons I made because I genuinely love how Doug and Elaine Thomas were tied to Bruce’s early years as Batman and think that more supporting cast should be tangentially connected to one another:

Thomas Wayne, despite being a surgeon and therefore NOT in charge of delivering babies, has delivered exactly one child. A miss Crystal Brown who decided she didn’t give a damn if he was a surgeon, she was coming out now.

The reason Willis had Shiva in his contacts is because they’re actually half-siblings. There is no real angst behind it, their dad was just a ho. They were pretty sure they had dozens of siblings out there but never got around to searching for them before their lives fell apart.

Just like her son Tim imprinted on Dick Grayson, Janet Drake had a massive crush on Jim Gordon.

Talia met William Cobb once. His decision to steal his son and send him to the Haly’s to create a lineage of talons specifically to spite the Crownes helped Talia decide to pretend to have a miscarriage to avoid a similar situation happening with Damian and the al Ghuls. The irony of what happens later is not lost on her.

Catherine used to live in the border between Burnley and Park Row and had babysat for the Montoyas a few times.

#if dc can push Thomas Wayne and Pa Kent having met each other completely by happentsance in some books then I can do this #listen I love that Shiva is just 'Sandra from Detroit who is really good at what she does' which is violence #no mystical bloodlines or chosen one shenanigans #just a woman who was too good at what she did and got exploited by a man because of it #and then went on a suicidal mission to make her sister's death worth it #yes I am pushing my "Willis Todd was Ma Gunn's student and *not* her son' agenda #by not having them be related you can make him such a foil to Jason by exploring generational trauma due to abuse and poverty #as well as turning their back's on their adoptive parent's wolrdview #instead we just have 'Jason is a criminal because he's blood related to criminals and blood is all that matters' which is bull #this is also me pushing my 'Asian Jason' agenda #I dare you to say that Bruce's generation and older haven't thought at least a few times thatGordon was a snack #I love the idea that Stephanie is combatative against Bruce and loves to rile him up #But having this dynamic before either of them are even born is even more hilarious to me #batfam #Crystal Brown #Thomas Wayne #Willis Todd #Catherine Todd #Sandra Wu-San #Janet Drake #Talia al Ghul #William Cobb

[hischierlovebot]

To honour my user, I sent a bunch of Nico's to the queue

#i am a woman on a mission. spreading the agenda

[age-of-moonknight]

“Darkness at the Edge of Town (Part Two),” Avengers Unlimited (Vol. 1/2022), Infinity Comic, #34.

Writer: Alex Segura; Artist: Jim Towe; Colorist: Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Sabino

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Avengers Unlimited Infinity Comics #Moon Knight comics #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Spider-Woman #Jessica Drew #I am /looking/ #don’t worry Mr. Towe I saw your reference to Mr. Shalvey’s work in Moon Knight (vol. 7/2014) no. 1 #also…ah Marc and his stubbornly one-track mind #very how shall we say goal-oriented #and I mean he is a Fist of Vengeance specifically after all #more importantly big fan of how much he cares for the people at his mission #and idk there’s something about that line of Marc’s that gets me #since so much of his story is about how guy who dipped into working with dark forces (both natural and supernatural) #and has had to claw his way back via second chances #so yeah makes sense why he’d take Lisa’s death rather hard

[lordsardine]

#it's 1:30 AM and i need to vent about this i feel like im going insane #ive been on this. fucking. Mission™ to refind this book i read i think in like 2019/2020 #i really enjoyed it! i gave it to my mom to read! she has no memory of it! #i fucking tore our house apart looking for it in tampa and fucking nada #ive tried googling for it. oh my god have i tried #and tonight i just spent an hour+ combing through my fucking personal text posts #hoping to fucking god i mentioned it once and of course not!!!!!!!!! #at this point i feel like im hallucinating it #i bought it at barnes and noble. it was written by a woman. it was a thriller novel #AND YET I CANT FIND IT ALKSDFAIGWEYUBFAFDA #miscellaneous #i need to go to bed but i am fucking . AaAAAAAA #i WILL find this stupid fucking book i swear to god

[plantonspace]

Me pulling out my guns of banning as I do my nightly check on bots who have slipped through the cracks of my distraction (they cannot escape my wrath for the sexual attraction does not interest me)

#I do a nightly checkup for any bots i missed theoughout the day #theyre getting creative now they have sexy woman banners too #but they have failed their mission for I am more of a man enjoyer personally #and ace #they missed the target audience

[righteousruin]

I have two muses who really don’t like other men and one of them is because he’s just very insecure but with Bane it’s because men are the authors of his entire trauma catalogue

#save for Talia but she didn’t hurt him she just didn’t love him which — did hurt but wasn’t malicious #If bane seems more inclined to be nicer to a woman or even non-man-id’ing person it’s because he is jfjdj #Not while he’s working he really couldn’t care less while he’s working he’s pretty one-track on a mission #but outside of missions he is so biased that Bird even gets annoyed with him about it onscreen fjdj #Ooc #All this to say I am laughing very hard about Harley kneecapping him with a :( emoticon #Me: Puppy eyes would never work on Bane #Bane meanwhile absolutely caving to puppy eyes: But she asked politely!!

[imwritesometimes]

you'd think I would eventually tire of writing post-stones unturned donolinc scenes but lmao I never do 🤷‍♀️

#I NEVER DO. PROBABLY NEVER WILL. IT IS THE ULTIMATE. THEM. MOMENT. IT IS EVERYTHING. #I THINK ABOUT THEIR SCENES AND DIALOGUE IN THE MISSION AND I ASCEND. I AM VIBRATING ON A HIGHER PLANE. I TRANSCEND HUMAN FORM. #I AM A SIMPLE. STUPID WOMAN. #i write sometimes #donolinc

[mrs-kelly]

Man that dream I had was so mean lol not fair that at one point Dana, Fox, and I are all rushing into a mission to save this woman who’s being possessed by the angry dead wife of a man she’s dating, and then suddenly it turns into an episode that I’m watching on tv and I have to watch Fox get seduced by her and they end up. You know :(

#it started out so good man!! #but tbf it was my own insecurity that made it happen :( #I started to think ‘what am I doing here? how am I going to help them? why do they want me on this mission?’ #and the only answer I had was ‘I’m Fox’s girlfriend and they like me I guess’ #and next thing I knew I was just watching it happen on tv :( #that rly does such that my insecurities bled into a nice dream like that… #would’ve been cool to keep being their partner you know. to keep being my psychic s/i #I got so mad at the tv tho ahdjfkl I was rly upset #and I had this knowledge that this woman was who Fox was gonna end up being with permanently once they got her un-possessed #and it made me so upset I just wanted to cry #I was like covering the tv during their love scene; I was so upset ahdkfl #and I woke up with my jaw hurting from clenching my teeth :( #mannnnn what a shame; it could’ve been a great dream! #ren speaks #🦊.ship #ren’s dream journal

[moe-broey]

I am...... getting A Little nostalgic for Stardew Valley........ but I know it is SUCH a commitment like if I get back into that shit I'm blacking out for a month. I Cannot Allow It

#GSJAGSKAHSKSJ #i miss .... my goth stay at home malewife and my goth chickens and being the wizard's pet guy #furious and devastated you get nothing for maxing out the wizard's hearts. bullshit. #i wish you could romance the wizard......... i know there's mods but i play console LMFAO #i also miss emily... peak weird woman. she is SO AWESOEM #emily and sebastian were the ones i was split between marrying and i went seb bc i felt deeply #slotted into being a 'cisguy' and. while playing as male absolutely was integral to my transition actually #like the very start of the game i was fucking ruined. grampa nooo don't die AND you respect my identity as your grandson........ WAH #but like. i just needed something queerer. like who you're with doesn't determine who you are #but. i mean. it's MY self-indulgent male fantasy and i need MORE QUEERNESS. EXPLICITLY. #also was sobbing like.... husband AND husband..... holy shit........ gay marriage IS real and so am i ..... #got slightly off topic but the fact that i was split between romancing seb or emily and also was EXTREMELY #EXTREMELY EXTREMELY WANTING TO BE THE WIZARD'S PET APPRENTICE SO SO SOOOO BAF #BAD #AND I DESPERATELY WANTED TO HAVE THE OPTION TO ROMANCE HIM #says. something about me. i think. #also my whole ass shane saga. he's not my type but i do absolutely feel for him. we can be buddies. i wish the best for you. #i am primarily motivated by chickens though i am so sorry. i am A Farmer. #IN. THE LOOSEST DEFINITION OF THE FUCKING WORD BC ALL I WAS INTERESTED IN WAS CHICKENS #I HAD SOME CROPS SEASONSALLY BUT. ALL I EVER WANTED. ALL MY HEART DESIRED. CHICKENS #also men long for the mines. and the skull cavern. i was barely a fucking farmer i was dungeon crawling 80% of it. #ALSO. LINUS. I LOVED LINUS I MADE IT MY MISSION IN LIFE TO BEFRIEND LINUS #and ALSO be his pet guy. more platonic this time but like. local young man looking for older men to imprint on #MY GRAMPA JUST FUCKING DIED. AND I'M TRANGENDER. A BRAND NEW MAN. GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!!!!