#i cant believe we still protesting this shit

[hxjikonn]

Hello! Congrats on 143 followers! You deserve it!

Could I request Malleus, Kalim, Vil, Ace, and Jamil with an s/o telling them they're the best thing to have ever blessed her eyes?

A/N: ’M GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS SM 😭♥︎ I have a 3-4 characters limit though so I had to take out Vil and Jamil as I didn’t have time 😔 maybe I’ll add a pt.2 in the future with the two in it! I hope you like it!

Got me Lovestruck

☆Staring☆: Ace Trappola, Malleus Draconia, and Kalim Al Asim

Synopsis: Their reaction to Fem!Reader suddenly saying they’re ‘the best things to ever bless her eyes’

Warnings: Tooth rooting fluff, I don’t proofread my shit so prolly grammatical errors, missing words, etc. I’m sorry💀💀💀

Ace Trappola

You two were doing your usual trouble causing habits, only to be caught by one of the teachers and get sent to detention. “I cant believe we have to write a 500 word essay about why we shouldn’t balance stuff on top of sleeping people’s heads….” Ace groaned quite heavily slamming his head down his desk.

“Like, it’s not OUR fault they fell asleep where we are! That should be an unspoken rule! ‘never fall asleep around Ace or Y/n’ right???” He turned to look at you with a frown as his head still laid there, you giggle at your boyfriend’s frustration and reached over to play with his hair in attempt to calm him down from his tantrum.

After awhile he stopped ranting and just doodle on the paper near where his face rested on his desk, pouting but enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his hair. You found yourself chuckling at the boy’s expression, you always found it endearing how he made you laugh at any given situation…it was one of the reasons why you fell for him…

“Ace you’re one of the best things to ever bless my eyes y’know that?” You blurted out, a soft smile plastered on your face as you looked at him. Needless to say he stopped whatever nonsense he was doing and looked right back at you. Eyes widened and shocked from the sudden confession you’ve made.

Cue Microsoft shut down sound

Wouldn’t know how to react, like his heart is pounding and wants to kiss you right then and there but also a nervous wreck

All his ‘rizz’ that he’d usually brag about would be flushed down the drain, and he has now downgraded into a flustered speechless boy.

When you notice he was acting like a deer caught in headlights, you leaned in and pecked his forehead to bring him back to reality.

He wanted to melt, that’s what he felt like. He pulled you closer to him by the waist and just buried himself in your embrace.

You’d tease him but let him do that until his brain starts running again and is able to produce words.

Once he’s up and running again he’d gather enough courage to leave soft kisses on your collarbone as he’s still too red to kiss your face.

“I fucking love you, I cant- I don’t even- Ughhhh see??? this is what you do to me?? Oh my gosh…”

Malleus Draconia

You two were out on your nightly walks again and he’s going on a tangent about gargoyles while holding on to your hand, you listened and probably know what he’s talking about already due to countless times he’s mention this subject to you whenever it sparks up in your conversations.

Still you listened to him fondly, showing interest to his likings aswell, occasionally you’d ask him questions, and he’d elaborate. You loved how enthusiastic he was when he talks about the things that he likes, the hobbies he does, or anything at all if your being honest.

The horned fae’s voice was like that song you’ll never get tired of, suddenly a question from him cuts you off your train of thought “aren’t they the greatest creatures to bless this earth my dear?” He asks you. “I beg to differ” you protested, he was shocked as you always agreed with him on this, “oh? well then please do” he offers, awaiting for your argument. He was always up for a friendly debate.

You smiled up at him, “They’re not the greatest thing to ever bless MY eyes…because that would be you, my prince” and lifted up his hands to plant a small kiss on his knuckles. “And my opinion wont be swayed so don’t even try tsunotaro” you grinned at him. Suddenly though…your lover stopped walking.

He hears church bells ringing lol

He’d passionately but gently give you a kiss, you’d have to be the one who pulls away frist because this man isn’t stopping 🥹

He was already asking DEMANDING you marry him and ‘no’ isn’t an option. Already has your whole life with him planned in his head.

You’d giggle at his sudden statement and he explains to you that he wasn’t joking. You’d assure him that you knew he wasn’t but ‘not now’

He frowns, but understands and doesn’t push you any further (for now at least) He couldn’t leave you that night, so he stayed over and slept beside you. Coddling you with affection

Would be thinking about what you said to him everyday and smiling, he’d set the whole world on fire if you wanted him to, no questions asked.

After that day he’d keep asking ‘when’ you were going to marry him. And would be stuck to you like glue.

“Malleus…this isn’t your class” “I understand sir Trein but I simply cannot leave my wife…” “WIFE?!?!” “EXCUSE ME??!” “Mal go to your class”

Kalim Al Asim

You two were just hanging out in Scarabia, he was simply laying on your chest, content as he watched vidoes on his phone. These were the days where it was peaceful, the only sounds that were heard were birds chirping and occasionally small talk from the two of you.

Kalim was busying himself with the content his phone provided, making little noises like gasps or laughs from time to time. You just watched him, as his expression changes, finding yourself laughing aswell because you thought he was cute.

He’d look up at you from his phone and ask what you found amusing but you’d tell him that it was nothing and he’d just go back to doing what he was doing. This went on for awhile until he puts down his phone and looks up at you with a pout, “What?? You’ve been laughing since earlier, is there something on my face?…” he whines, climbing up the cushion to meet your eyes and lays down beside you.

You nod, so he starts wiping his face with his hands you only respond with a laugh again, slowly you took his hands off his face and replaces them with yours, “What? What’s on my face?“ he asks, “The best thing to ever bless my eyes” you answered and gave him a kiss. You swore you saw his pupils dilate.

Would cry 💀💀💀 no seriously he’d start tearing up.

You notice this and ask what was wrong, finding it a bit funny that your boyfriend just starts crying for no reason.

He’d burry his face in your chest sobbing, hands wrapped tightly on your waist, mumbling little I love you’s

You laugh at him for this as you thought it was adorable, you peppered him with kisses to make him stop crying.

When you ask him again he’d just say that he loves you so much that’s why he started crying. And once again burry himself in your warmth.

Would rub hearts on your back and leave kisses on your neck sometimes. When you end up falling asleep first he’d watch you sleep and tell you how much you mean to him.

Would always remind you that he loves you everyday from then on. Like ALL THE TIME, you have to tell him to stop sometimes ‘cuz it comes at the most RANDOM of hours.

“Y/n….?” “Hm???” “I love you okay? Very much…” “love it’s 3 in the morning” “I know, I just wanted to tell you that, go back to sleep now, I love you” “Hm…I love you too..” “I love you more-“ “Kalim…”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland reaction #twst x mc #twst x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

[gamblersdoll]

pussydrunk

in which, Gojo, would confess. MDNI- 18+, oral (fem receiving), head squeezing, mean and angry Gojo, whimpering Gojo, fingering, unprotected intercourse, est relationship?? angst, then fluff

Love was a tragic curse, at least thats what Gojo thought. Gojo believed love wasnt needed in a relationship. no, never.

until you and him started dating, you would always talk about the mysteries of love, and gojo would always ignore it. that stupid, yet attractive smirk plastered on his face. you two started dating for a while, going onto five months, and it was starting to get rocky.

fighting with gojo was like fighting with a wall that was freshly built, one that wouldnt be knocked down. youd grow angry, and gojo would just ignore your anger, your own pain. you two were arguing about head, how youd always go down on him and please him. however, the energy was never matched.

"i just dont give head, y/n." he said with a lazy smirk, peering over his damn glasses. "i dont see why its a big deal, we could just not give head." he suggested, knowing itd piss her off.

"or we could stop fucking all together.." she sneered, folding her arms. she looked to her side, not wanting to look at his stupid , yet, attractive face.

this caught his attention, him frowning and forming a pout. "wait jus a minute, we dont have to go that far." he protested, rolling his eyes.

if you had told gojo's younger self, maybe when he was 22, that here he was, between a girls legs and eating her pussy, hed laugh at you.

"fuck.. you taste so fucking good.." he said, legs thrown over his shoulders as you were devoured by him, "cant believe id pass this sloppy pussy up.. you cream so much when i eat you.." you moaned, gripping at the hair on his head. you were so close, you were grinding on his face, begging for his tongue to quicken. "cum, cum f'me, cmon, cmon!" he encouraged, shoving his fingers in your cunny, feeling the way you convulsed, how you spasamed, how you arched your back and then--

the feeling of his face being splashed against, him pulling away to the mess you created.

"...you just squirted on me." he revealed, still realizing your mess, how heavy you breathed, how fucking pretty your pussy looks. you eventually looked at him, his eyes wide, youd think hes angry.

"im sorr-" you attempted to say, before you felt his two thick digits in your pussy grind against your gummy walls.

"yer gunna do it again, until i say so.." he commanded, you didnt have any choice, not when hes pussydrunk.

"what the fuck do you mean, you dont love me??" you questioned, standing infront of him, folding your arms. you were more than pissed, and incredibly hurt.

"when did i ever say that i did??" he chuckled, hands in his pockets- this motherfucker didnt care, it was beyond him. he quite honestly didnt see the reason you cared, he just wanted you to finish dinner already, its been a long day.

"the shit i do for you, that doesnt mean anything..? the fact i basically have to save your ass sometimes???" you pestered, stirring the pot of the stew. you were growing pissed. the violent pissed, the pissed that you worked so hard to tame, the pissed only for special grades or hardass curses.

"oh no it does and i appreciate it, i always show that, i just dont feel love for you, if i did then that would be bad." he shrugged, "hows dinner coming along?"

youre worried about the stability of your relationship, and hes worried about food. what was his fucking problem??

you slammed the pot into the sink, emptying the contents of what once was dinner, you could go a night without your cooking... he couldnt.

"figure it out, im not doing shit for a man who doesnt give a fuck about me." you spat, walking to your shared bedroom, leaving gojo confused.

he didnt care, you can throw your little tantrum.

until, of course, youd change your social media relationship status to "its complicated" instead of "in a relationship." and once gojo got that message, oh how livid he was.

"what the fuck." he spat at you, gripping your arm as he glared into your eyes. the way his blue pierced into your brown, you would almost be scared , but you werent.

"isnt it complicated? you dont love me and we're in a weird position, so its consider complicated." you chuckled, trying to reciprocate the same energy he had just a week ago. what was his problem?

"youre a fucking brat, yknow? you stopped cooking, you stopped looking at me, you stopped everything." he snarled, leaning his face into yours. why did he care? what did you matter. you were just another girl who he dated, who he lived with, who he fucked, who he ate with, who he actually put effort in his appearance, who he actually give a full kiss, who he made love to-

"youre mine, princess- ohoh fuckk.." he groaned, plowing his fat dick into your pussy, his face in the crook of your neck, humping into you, eyes tightly shut. hearing you moan his name, he moaned yours back. "fuck youre so pretty.. my pretty bitch. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..ohmygod fuckkkk..." he whined, hands entwined into yours and spilling into your womb, while he whimpered.. he fucking whimpered, if you didnt cum from then, you surely did now. he wasnt his nonverbal, non noise making self. he let loose for a change, and all it took was for you to take a week trip with collegues.

oh, fuck.

he rolled his eyes hard, sighing while he looked away in defeat, his efforts in not falling in love, failed. just to realize it wasnt the kind of love he felt for geto, wasnt the kind of love at all. and all it took was you to pull away slightly, he put his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily.

"you were right.." he mumbled, holding you tightly. "i.. do love you." he whispered, feeling nervous to say, he couldve costed a good relationship.

"hm." she said, shaking her head and holding him back, "you wan'a kiss?" she asked, she didnt miss the way he perked up. "then say it again, and you can have as many kisses you want." she chuckled.

"love you," he said, trying to kiss her. she dodged it, moving her head to the side , drawing out a groan from his throat. "whaaattt?" he groaned.

"say it right, dont get lazy again." she warned, her own smirk on her face, something he always went feral for, whether she got it from him or he just found it really fucking hot on her face, the way the plump of her lips spread slightly, especially with that damn pina colada lip gloss on-

"i love you, princess. now can i please fucking kiss you?" he almost growled, not waiting for her answer, just smashing his lips against hers.

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru x reader

[purplenidoqueen]

why did you read “let’s hold transmisogynistic trans mascs accountable and not humor their bigotry” as “i hate trans men”? come now. the post only criticizes transmascs who engage in transmisogyny. nowhere does it say that transmascs are a threat or danger to trans women, just that they’re capable of being shitty to us and shouldn’t. you have to learn to read trans women in good faith.

Sorry for the wait! I have too little free time and too much to say on any given topic.

The reblog that garnered these messages can be found here.

Since this was split into two messages I'll have to respond in two parts, so bear with me. While I don't have much of an audience, it's important to me to head this off, so I'd appreciate it if anyone who reads this and agrees with my stances here also walks away with the message of patience and solidarity, and doesn't send messages her way for whatever reason. This isn't a callout and I don't believe in callouts; this is just how the inbox function works.

Anyway! First:

I can understand your rush to send off these messages, considering the amount of pushback you seem to have gotten, but as I said at the end of my reblog, I'm a trans woman myself; I've been out and proud with my she/they pronouns for over a decade. It's not about learning to understand trans women, is it? It's about the communication of ideas in the midst of a disagreement, itself in the midst of one of the most volatile and socially violent moments in our corner of the platform.

First, and perhaps most confrontationally, you didn't start with transmisogynistic trans mascs. You started with how this is our fight, and this isn't about them. That's the bit I take issue with. You say we have to stop excusing this behavior, and stop getting defensive and generalizing this shit, and that we cant be afraid to recognize their bigotry just because they’re also trans, but you are the one who started generalizing, and this is me recognizing it. You're lumping the guys who said "this is why we have to care about trans people, listen to trans siblings" in with the trans mascs -- including those which are profiles worn by the dedicated terf brigade that has been antagonizing Rita and other trans women for years -- who are spreading callouts and being part of the problem. We can't go into this acting defensive against our allies. I'll double down on this: You're playing the game the terfs want you to play.

To clarify a related point, this isn't about whether or not you hate men. I'll admit that I did check your reblogs, and that I give a little nervous side-eye toward some of the content you've posted, but that's honestly not my business and it wasn't the point. The point is that, whether you hate men or love them, whether you're helping to sow discontent among the community intentionally or unintentionally… you're still playing the game the terfs want you to play. This isn't about feelings; it's about the results.

"Nowhere does it say that transmascs are a threat or danger to trans women, just that they’re capable of being shitty to us and shouldn’t"…

Sure, but it does say

"it’s kind of fucking annoying as hell seeing transmascs watch all the insane recent transmisogyny and go “this is why we have to care about trans people, listen to trans siblings” no. this is about trans women."

And isn't that the point? This isn't just about trans women. This is about the BLM protest, and all the black bloggers who got called russian bots and were terminated. This is about every sex worker who straddled the line of post-porn-ban TOS as best they could and still got banned for presenting wrong, from trans women posting their faces to trans men posting their nipples. This is about every voice that has consistently been eradicated from Tumblr, and Rita's is the latest and the loudest explosion heard but hers is not the only one we should be talking about, and her situation and ours is not the only one that matters.

I did read the rest of the post before I responded, and I'll give the same note here that I give when "journalists" front-load their articles with falsehoods because they know that the first few sentences are the most important ones: if you don't want your work to be adversarial, don't start it adversarially.

Part two here, and since we're on to the second message I promise it's less about personal presentation of the message and more about the greater topics.

#inclusivity #intersectional feminism #transgender #trans pride #transphobia #transmisogyny #tma #tme

[balloontrash]

Dead to Me Part 5 (Finale)

A/N: I cant believe this is still getting notes after like 3 years of not updating. I'm feeling inclined to write for other fandoms but I really didn't want to leave this unfinished before I moved on. Especially if people are still reading. This is long overdue, hope you like <3

Summary: Y/n reflects on why the friendship broke in the first place and is ready to finally face the promise she broke.

Warnings: literally one curse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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"No secrets ever. Thats the secret to a successful friendship I'm sure of it," Richie states after a long rant about a magazine article he read. The article was talking about the causes of friendship breakups and Richie was determined to make sure he never had to go through one with Y/n or any of the other losers.

Y/n was listening quietly, occupied with her own homework. Y/n was sitting on the couch while her best friend paced around the room like a teacher giving a lecture. She did catch most of his monologue while briefly turning her attention to her assignment. Every once in a while she'd nod her head in agreement. She failed to notice the end of the rant, so when Richie turned to her expecting agreement, he was shocked to see she wasn't paying attention.

Richie rips the paper out of her hands to Y/n's protest.

"Were you not listening at all?" Richie stares at her, offended. Y/n grabs the paper back out of his hand. "The entire fate of our friendship could depend on this conversation."

"You're being dramatic. I was listening, I just zoned out during the last part," She replied, trying to fix the creasing in the paper caused by Richie's action. Richie sat down next to her on the couch. He grabs her head with both his hands and forces her to look up at him. Y/n blushed slightly as his hands remained cradling her face. His face has turned serious, as if it was really important that she listened to everything he said. Y/n drops her pencil, signaling to him she was listening.

"I don't want us to ever stop being friends, and I hope you feel the same way too." Richie's tone was soft but stern. A pit in her stomach formed when he said the word friends. If that was all he wanted, it was better to hear it now. A part of her wanted to disagree; tell him she wanted to be more than that. That she hoped they could some day drop the friends label. It was the wrong time to say it. In fact, Y/n could never seem to find the right moment to say it. Y/n hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Richie continued, "That's why I want us to promise that we won't keep secrets from each other. Whatever is going on, you tell me and I'll tell you. We can't hide anything important from each other. I want you to promise."

Y/n's heart started racing. To promise meant she'd need to tell him the one secret that has been weighing on her chest. The one secret that is single handedly keeping their friendship from falling apart. She couldn't tell him, but she also couldn't tell him why she couldn't make the promise. But in that moment with his hands holding her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes, how could she ever deny his request. So she said it.

"No Secrets," Y/n nodded her head slowly, eyes fixed on Richie's, breaking it before it was even made. "I promise."

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Y/n couldn't shake Richie's voice out of her head from the last time they spoke. "I'm your best friend for fucks sake. Aren't we supposed to tell each other everything? No secrets remember? What the fuck happened to that shit?"

The losers were urging her to make things right, but no one was quite sure how to do it. Both Richie and Y/n were left heartbroken. It was Y/n's fault. She knew it. There was no denying it. She was just so aggravated that day, but nothing justified what came out of her mouth. She didn't mean any of it, but there was no way to explain that to Richie now, especially after seeing his face break in front of him.

Y/n ran. Ran from Richie, ran from her mistake, ran from her feelings. The laughable thing about all of this was, Richie was right that day on that couch. Their friendship broke over a stupid secret, just because Y/n was too scared to face it.

She was back with the losers, discussing Y/n's attempts to talk to Richie at lunch the day prior. Y/n was curled up on the floor with her back resting on the couch. Bev was sitting on the couch above Y/n, her head resting on her hand. The rest of her friends sprawled out around the room. It was almost normal if it wasn't for the quiet that filled the room. It was obvious someone was missing, the exact someone we were trying to get back.

"So he just walked off without letting you talk?" Eddie questioned, pacing around the room. Y/n nods slightly in response.

"How are we going to get them to talk about anything if Richie won't even stay long enough to listen," Stan spoke up. He was seated on an arm chair near the couch. His arms crossed over his chest. If anyone asked him, he was upset with Y/n. He would never say it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious he believed it was Y/n's fault the friend group was disrupted in the first place. If it wasn't for Richie leaving, he would've been fine with her exit. "He's refused to talk to us either"

"E-even if he d-d-oes listen w-what d-does Y/n/n s-s-say?" Bill asks. "I-it's not like i-i-i-it's an easy f-fix."

Y/n sat in silence, listening to her friends debate the situation. Bill was right. There wasn't a lot that could be said that would easily solve the issue. His heart was broken and she assumed it was because of their friendship. From her view point, their friendship was platonic because he wanted it to be. She wasn't ready to give up her feelings to Richie, but that was the reason why it broke. It didn't matter now since there was no friendship to save. She broke their promise.

Y/n was deep in thought and the rest of the losers were starting to notice. Bev's voice broke her thought. She turned to the rest of her friends, all of them waiting in anticipation. Y/n turned to Bev.

"I need to tell him," Y/n said. Bev understood immediately. She stood up "Its a little late but..."

"Okay but Y/n/n why? There's not a guarantee he's going to want to hear it," Mike asked, a look of worry on his face. "Don't break your heart further."

"the only reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid to break our friendship. I did that anyway. There's nothing to lose," Y/n was still trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. She wasn't so sure, but it was the only way she could think of. She needed to be honest.

No secrets this time.

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She wasn't going to wait till school to confront Richie. It was now or never. She left her friend's basement and headed down the familiar route to Richie's house. All the while prepping her speech in her head, trying her best not to imagine how he'd respond. The point was to get him to listen.

Before she knew it, she was in front of his house. Amber's car not present in the driveway, easing Y/n's nerves just slightly. It didn't look like anyone was home actually. She stood at the door for a minute before she knocked.

It took a moment for anyone to answer the door, but when it did, there was Richie shocked to see who was in front of him. His face quickly changed from shock to confusion as his eye brows furrowed.

"Don't close the door," Y/n started, her voice obviously nervous. She looked behind him quickly, scanning the house for anyone else. "Just please listen to me. I need you to listen."

Richie stood silent for a moment, but eventually took a step forward and closed the door behind him. A silent signal to continue. This was a first step, Y/n noticed. Before she could calm down, she noticed Richie's anger. He was so obviously hurt and being in front of him just made it worse.

"I have been listening haven't I?" Richie voice was venomous, but Y/n expected it. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me? So why do you keep showing up?"

"Because I broke our promise," Y/n spits out. There was no use in arguing, she had to get to the point while he was still listening.

"What?" His voice softened.

"Our promise... No secrets." Richie scoffed at the reminder, but Y/n continued. "I fucked up our friendship because I was too scared to a stupid secret."

Richie didn't dare speak. She had his full attention now. He didn't know what he was going to hear, but part of him still hoped it would be about him.

"I broke the promise as soon as I made it, but I couldn't tell you because I thought it would break us. I broke us anyway. I didn't come here to try to take back what I said, I know I can't," Y/n didn't break eye contact once while she spoke. She needed Richie to know she was serious, in the same way he looked at her when he forced her to swear honesty. "All I can do is tell you what I didn't."

She paused. Richie no longer looked at her with such venom. He was listening, not trying to fight back, not making any snarky comments. Not being the Asshole he usually was. He was listening, almost hopeful. It scared her, not knowing what that hope was for.

The words felt like knives scrapping at the back of her throat. It was suffocating. This was not how she imagined she was going to be confessing her love for her best friend. She lied to Mike, there definitely still was something to lose. Rejection was almost guaranteed and she knew it when she walked to the door. No matter what happened, that would still hit harder than anything that has happened. Richie didn't deserve to be hurt the way she hurt him, but Y/n was ready to face her own heartbreak in order to make it right. As he looked at her eager for something, it was all that she owed him.

"You were my secret."

Her voice was quiet and strangled, but it was clear as day. shivers were sent down Richie's spine. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He was confused, unsure if it meant what he thought it did.

"I loved you, Richie. And I ran and hurt you and I am so so sorry," Tears had began falling from her eyes. She looked away, too scared to face Richie. She wanted to run just like she did before, but she couldn't she wouldn't do that again. "There was no one else. There was no Mike. There was no Bill. There was no jock, no one you ever asked about. There was you and I was so scared if I told you, there wouldn't be. But I lost you anyway and hurt you in the process. I'm not asking you to love me or forgive me or to enter your life again. But the losers, they don't deserve to lose you too. It was my mistake, blame me, don't blame--"

"Do me a favor and be quiet."

Richie's hands were back on the side of Y/n's face. She looked up at him shocked. She was so close to him. His face only inches a part from him. She couldn't read his expression. Pity maybe, condolence. No. It was love.

Richie leaned in to kiss Y/n's tear stained cheeks.

"I broke the promise too."

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[aardvaark]

the cartoon SheZow was a nonbinary awakening for me for sure. honestly just a queer and genderqueer awakening in general. maybe odd cause there are no actual trans characters in SheZow but something abt Guy (and Gal, the DudePow masculine counterpart) being a boy and a girl and also transcending gender?? yeah. i also cant believe that aired in 2012. even a decade later, transphobes are very much protesting any childrens media with trans and gnc characters. again, Guy and Gal were not trans, i don’t even know if either of them would count as gnc necessarily - it was more like drag or something altogether different - but transphobes hate drag a whole lot too, and anyone whose gender identity or appearance is complex or outside societal norms. so how did a show about a boy who fights crime dressed up as a very feminine girl manage to get on tv? i imagine there was backlash.

anyway. it was the first time i saw a boy in a dress who liked it (sometimes). a gnc kid who was still laughed at, but not always. a queer coded character who wasn’t the villain. a person dressing “as the opposite gender" who wasn’t called gross or inappropriate (and shit, this was and is a major issue, even recently when drag has been compared to gr00ming by conservatives). that was a pretty massive change from all the tv and movies i’d seen as a kid. i guess the bar was kinda on the floor but damn, at least this one vaguely jumped. i was about seven years old in 2012 and i didn’t know what gay was, i didn’t know what trans was, but i saw SheZow and something clicked. idk. i don’t remember much of it and i highly, highly doubt it was in any way intended to support trans or gnc people, but us greedy lgbtqs are always forcing representation, aren’t we? (/s). i’m stealing this and making it my rep. it’s 3am on a monday and i’m 18 now but i’m just thinking about how that was a weirdly important part of my queer awakening as a kid lol, likely unintentional on the creators behalf but it sure transed my gender!

#shezow #cartoons #transphobia #trans #2010s #genderqueer #queer coding #wren speaks #it may have even been intended to be transphobic but if so. that massively backfired #accidentally transed my gender #gender nonconforming #drag fashion #queer awakening

[keistalkin]

I Will Not Shut Up

I really cant believe how some people dare to tell you to shut up because, anyway, your comments won't be heard by the powers that be. Like when someone told me to stop rallying because, anyway, we haven't really changed much in the Philippines just by rallying all these years. It pains me to hear these shortsighted judgments, so devoid of knowledge of the value of speaking up.

Yes, the Philippines hasn't changed much since I started taking to the streets in 1997.  The landlords still own and control vast tracts of land that they have their tenant farmers work on for a pittance. The government officials are as corrupt and greedy as ever. Our natural and labor resources are still being exploited by foreign capitalist corporations. We are still a market for surplus goods and capital. In short, we are still in deep shit.

But why do I still continue to protest?   

Well, first, I claim my right to speak out and air my opinion. According to the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, no one shall be deprived of this right. So don't shut me up. Instead listen to me. As I will listen to you. And if you have anything substantial to debunk my argument, I will shut up. 

Remember this, no one will question your statement if it has no loophole. And with people such as myself, until there are no loopholes, we will not stop questioning.

Secondly, I stand by my obligation to speak for those who can't. For those who, by deprivation of economic and political power, have lost their voices in this nation. For those who are labeled as heretics, rebels, and blasphemers, just for telling the truth. And finally for those who are killed because they protested against injustice. Hundreds of them, even in just ten years since 2001.

Oh, I speak for those who won't too. Even if they choose apathy, they are still part of the society that I belong to, and they will still be a part of what it will become, due to our labors. They are part of the world that I want to change, for the future of my family, my people, my species.

I am aware that my country, or the world for that matter, will not be changed overnight. I may be idealistic but I am not dumb. But I know I have contributed by speaking out. And that's where the real value of our words lie: by promoting critical thinking. 

I make it my personal mission to promote and inculcate critical thinking in every person that I will meet in this life.  I especially ensure its legacy in my daughter, who will hopefully carry the torch long after I am gone. She is now part of the youth of our nation who, according to national hero Jose Rizal, are its only hope. I will strive to keep her from being one of those led astray by Western capitalist values, leading consumerism-driven lives, befuddled by surplus goods of imperialist nations.

I am certain that the world system will change. Capitalism is in its dying stages. I may not live to see the peoples of the world mature as a species but I will rest happy knowing that I have done what I can when I was here. 

So don't try to shut me up. Instead, ask yourself these: Why do you want to shut me up? What don't you want to hear? And why don't you want to hear them?

[a-wild-things-rambles]

hello hello, I know it's been A While since you posted this, but I would love to hear you talk about music (if you want to of course). I need more punk music and folk music and punk-folk music in my life SO badly. It just hits different, you know?

!! feel free to hit me up anytime !!!!

ok so my experience is mainly from the uk, and im a second gen punk, i have refrenced a few times growing up in that scene so thats just a disclaimer

so punk: originated in the uk as a anti establishment movement, as counter culture, and its still going!

a common punk and folk tradition is songs taking the piss: songs told from the point of veiw of the rats in charge, and laying bare just how awful thay are, so if a song sounds dogy give it a second listen, theres a certain voice that you will learn means there taking the piss

my punk band recomendations:

the partisans : a great band, my favorite album is their self titled one, and its one of my favorites ever! their good old yelling about the goverment and cops sukcing, with other comentery, alot of anti war aswell and just genral good songs to yell along with.

you cant go wrong with x-ray specs an awsome band, oh bondage up yours and i am a poser are classics for a reason,

crass is another classic, the chorus of big a little as was a nursery ryhme to me, and bloody revolutions teaches you more about how shit that idea is that 10000 words of litritcher (im a big believer in music as a radicalizing force, one that can educate and inform) systemstic death is great aswell.

another punk band is AOS3, the ones i know are battle of Trafalgar, jungle out there, to dream the impossible dream and wheres the real country gone, they are all epic.

now i will have to diverge to the great genre of post punk, mainly characterized by being able to hear the words and being slower, they can be nihilistic, but are great in there own right, and are good for people who love punk but cant deal with the loud noise.

it rose out of punk, because as mutch as i wish it could go on forever, people burn out, are sent to sites, your older and you cant sing like you used to.

the zounds the best band ever in my opinion, the curse of the zounds is the soundtrack of my preteen angst, and is a banger, did he jump being 8 minuits of reflection and anger at sociey and its roles, listen to it, its trans as fuck, demystification speaks of wanting to understand, knife talks about wanting to be more than a subculture, speaking to the burnt out people that just want to go home, true love is the aro anthem in my heart, dirty squaters is great, this land is a post punk retelling of woodys tichilar song of teh same name, and is an anthem of its own, new band speaks to the everchangig music industry... its a great album, listen to it

and the new(er) album the redemption of the zounds another banger, cry genie cry is a masterpice, and damage is amazing, listen to it to.

an honourble mention to this land- single version which is even better

joy divisions album unknown pleasures is another amazing album, and broke the taboo of using synthesizers

on to folkpunk,

folk punk is two communitys based around protest and protest music that looked at eachother and said we aint to differnt. and then made some banging music. theres a reason alot of hippies went punk, and why alot of travelers are both, there two sides of the same coin. my main expericnce is form a festival i go to, whitch is old punks, hippies, and travelers, and some romani. the melding post of music is glorious to behold!

no better example is jay terrestrial and his two bands, firepit collective a folk and bluegrass band, and inner terrestrials a punk/folk/dub band, one of the best gigs of my life was the inner terrestrials playing a acoustic set. its showed how folk and punk are on a sliding scale, and its all good music, tales of terror and heart of the free are both amazing, but so is there whole discography

sidenote here: alsmost all of the bands i will be talking about are british, so they deal with british politics, alot of them with nature and mother nature, a bunch of white men yelling about freeing the land can come across as bad to americans, but different politics are at play here.

for other folk punk bands i dont have mutch, but look around and im sure u will find more

so! onto folk, ive mentioned firepit collective before, and there great, they have more songs but to the lost is the only album they have put out, its still an amzing album and i love its so mutch

another great folk band (i swear i have some that aint bluegrass) is the wild turkey brothers. they have two albums but like this only better is the better one, eat drink and be merry is the first song i learnt on guitar, and they are free to download,

talking of ben paley here is mcdermots 2 hours some of my fav music ever, taking it on, darkness and sail and north and south hold special places in my heart, as does Stór mo Chroí.

the hedgerow crawlers god this is the sound of my childhood. both albums are amazing, ranging from somber, to pisstakes to speaking the truth, its a great band

i dont have mutch more recomendations, unfortunaly there is a limit to even the internets ability to hold information. and alot of the music i love will never be recorded on anything other than shakey phones

thank you anon, i hope you and others enjoy this, and that this helps others enjoy this music thats so niche

#music #punk #post punk #folk #folk punk #thebirdwrites

[pubwegf]

12.10.22

Taylor Swift will be making her full length directional debut!

Sabrina Carpenter Released the full Nonsense (christmas version). Rennee Rapp will be reprising her role a Regina George in the new movie musical for mean girls.

Clip studio paint removed their AI art features after protest Reminder to not use AI art it is very harmful to artists!!

2 years ago today evermore was announced!!

SZA just released her new album SOS

West side Story 2021 was released 1 year ago today

emails i can’t send”(A) earned its biggest streaming day since July 28 on Spotify yesterday with 1,798,601 streams with 823,832 streams being nonsense!

Song of the week: Rose Colored Boy by Paramore

Fun fact: The longest word in the English language is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

(this was supposed to be sent out yesterday but things got hectic sorry)

omg HII sorry for answering so late i havent been online today skdfj

im so excited for taylor's movie!!! im really curious to see how it turns out bc i have absolutely no idea what to expect but ik its gonna be amazing

THERES A NEW MOVIE MUSICAL FOR MEAN GIRSL??? holy shit i cant wait thats like my ultimate comfort movie

oh yess i just saw a post about AI being harmful to artists on my dash thats good that they're removing it

i cant believe evermore is two years old and we still dont have evermore lpss smh 😔😔

wtfff west side story came out a YEAR ago?//?? it feels so recent :0

yayy im so proud of sabrina!! she totally deserves it emails i can't send was so good

oooh i havent heard that song ill go listen rn

woah yeah i remember seeing a reel of a spelling bee where this kid managed to spell out the whole thing thats so cool

OH ALSO HAPPY TAYLOR DAY!!!!! (bc its past 12 here hehe)

#asks💌 #star <3

[outofcontextsimsmachinima]

Gosh, I just read your thing on the climate thing, I'm in Tasmania so Australia as well and I've just enrolled to vote, who should I even vote for cause I have no idea whatsoever.

It's confusing cause the news is no help and all it really does is frame all the other parties besides Liberal as bad, which is biased as heck.

Totally, our news is super biased unfortunatly and it can be overwhelming with so many patmrties and a media system that has their own agenda.

Our voting system is different to americas so learning about smaller parties matters and that theres absolutely no way your vote can be wasted here. Say for example you vote Greens first but they dont win, your second choice will get the extra votes. But if enough people voted the same and the greens get high enough votes they will still gain a seat under the wining gov anyway (usually labor or liberal) meaning they can still help influence the future gov to change their policies. Eg. The Greens want to tax billionaires and use that money to pay for our dental so Australians can get free dental health and they also want to focus on the earth and switch us to renewable energy faster. If enough greens are in office, that can happen, even if they dont win as the big number one.

But its also up to who else gets our vote because Greens under a Liberal gov will be harder to have those laws pass. Honest to god, put Labor up higher than Liberals if i want to be truthful here. Liberals in power has lead Australia down into a bad place and the goal right now for not just the earth but for our medical care, housing and help in natural disasters is to remove Liberals from power. Perhaps you could also follow parties on instagram and facebook to see where their priorities lie or go to their websites.

Heres the basis though on why Liberals need to be kicked if we want any chance at saving the earth. The liberal party dont believe in net zero goals and plan to burn coal until theres no more. Theyre funded by big fossil fuel industries. theyre the reason were behind on renewables and our power prices have doubled in the last year while they still try to claim that renewables (renewables prices have dropped by 80% btw) will be more costly than coal, despite coals prices only going up. They give tax money to billionaires (probably why a lot of media is on their side, a lot of good old bribing in our gov wheen they have thwir lovely little parties), they have been cutting funding from medicare. Hell, just the other day they gave $4.5 million in tax pay money to a whiskey company that was already doing extremely well, just so they can make more alcohol all while planning another medicare pay cut. Not to mention lack of funding or help when Australia was flooding or on fire. We were literally under infected poo water a month ago and most help has been funded via donations from Australian people who care while Scotty walked around shaking hands ignoring the protests of angry people who lost their homes (at least he was there this time... 2 weeks after). And I think australians will never forgive Scott Morrison for going on a trip to hawaii when his country was on fire and Sydney was literally covered in smog, and as a little cherry on to he had the guts to say were not in a climate crisis. Liberals priorities are elsewhere and not focused on Australian people in the slightest.

So all i can really say is to vote to save australia from a lot of issues, climate relatwd or not, we need to keep Labor and The greens high on our ballot list as 1 or 2 and make sure Liberal are at the lowest point you can, depending on whatever other info you find yourself agreeing/disagreeing with in the smaller parties. (Looking into the racist shit that One Nation believes will probably make you want to put them dead last so... you know. Just make sure Liberals are lower than labor and Greens). But i didnt say any of that. Of course. I cant tell you who to vote for... not entierly.

#ask #asks #gov #long post #politics #not sims related #not sims #they speak #election #people who say our vote does matter or its wasted piss me off #esp australians who ignore small parties entierly thinking its a wasted vote when australians voting system is designed in a way #where your vote simply cannot be wasted

[black-girls-wizdom]

. . . MLK’s daughter has spoken! *Drops🎤*

#black girl magic #black girls rock #intersectional feminism #wisdom #life quotes #blackgirlmagic #femininity #feminist #self worth #healing #riots #protests #martin luther king jr #bernice king #civil rights movement #i cant believe we still protesting this shit #no justice no peace #black lives matter #black power #black history #black pain #protect black people #racism #police brutality #living while black #black in america #black panther #blackness

[dr4cking]

heyoo, do you take reqs ? if u do can i have Draco smut where he sees fem reader in white lingerie ( sorry I’ve been imagining white lingerie 😮‍💨🖐🏼 ) and rails her against the wall and on the bed ? If you’re comfortable of course and have a nice day babe

Lingerie.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut duh |

a/n : hii bae thank you for requesting! pls draco would totally go crazy if he saw his girl in lingerie😼 and have a nice day too! <3

draco had been busy these past few days, he always had his work under his nose and he didnt even realize that he hadnt paid any attention to his girlfriend.

y/n was sexually frustrated more than ever, everytime she threw herself on draco he would turn her down saying that he needed to work.

so she has this wild idea that she knew he will not be able to resist. she was ready to show him what he’s been missing.

she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smirking as she picking out draco’s favorite, her white lingerie. she put it on and spin around to admire her body. she quickly put on the robe and made her way to draco’s work room.

like she predicted, when she opened the door she saw his boyfriend already burying his nose on those papers not even bothering to glance at her direction.

“hey dray, still working?” y/n said as she put her arms around his shoulder from behind, resting her chin on his head.

draco just hummed at her still writing something on his paper, y/n huffed can’t believe he preferred the work than her, she stands beside him and take a seat on his lap, her arm still wrapped around his shoulder.

“baby, you need to relax..” y/n said seductively turning his jaw to her and running her thumb on his bottom lip tugging it down and slipping the tip of her thumb into his mouth on purpose.

“not now love, i still have some work” draco was trying his best not to ripped off her robe and fucked her already on his desk.

“but when?” y/n untie her robe finally showing him her white lingerie making him gulped, she takes his hand in his and brought it to her lips sucking on his pointer finger then bringing it down to her clothed breast.

“i know you wanted this, you needed this dray” draco squeezed her breast in his hand rubbing his fingers on her nipple through the fabric, the transparent material was teasing his eyes.

“oh fuck this.” he put his hand on her throat to standing her up and pushed her against the wall, y/n let her robe land on the floor.

“my needy little slut.” draco pulls her for a rough kiss pressing their bodies closer, he kissed her hungrily, his hands groping around her body.

y/n wrapped her hands on his back, hooking one of her legs around his waist and starts to grinding on him causing him to throw his head back in pleasure getting harder because of her grinding.

“please draco, use me..” she unbuckled his trousers eagerly, getting excited for what she’d been craving for. she rubbed his tent through his boxers which earned her a soft moan from her boyfriend.

draco hissed when his semi hard slapped up to his stomach, the cold air hitting his cock making him bites his lip. y/n was about to take off her panties but draco’s hand quickly yanked her hand away.

“wanna fuck you with it” y/n nodded as he pushed her panties aside and rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“we can do foreplay another time draco just fuck me please..” draco raised his eyebrows at her but made no protests, he spits on his cock and rubbing it on her cunt lubricating her making her gasped and tighten her hold on his back.

draco slowly pushing his cock into her, stretching her out in one snap, filling her inside. profanities left their mouths at the feeling of finally being connected.

“god.. yes, please fuck me until i cant walk dray” draco obeyed her and starts to pounding into her right away making the girl cried out feeling satisfied as he fulfill her needs.

the skin clapping and moaning sounds filling his room. the room starts to smell like sex.

“fucking hell i missed this.. never gonna forgiving myself for ignoring this tight needy pussy” draco had to hold one of his hands against the wall to support himself, he snapped harder and harder into her forcing his cock going deeper inside her, y/n let her tears of pleasure streaming down her face and dug her nails deeper on his back.

“yes please.. make up for it dray” draco groans speeding up his pace.

“oh i will, princess.” he thrusted deeper, pressing their bodies closer letting all of his length disappear into her, his balls slapping against her inner thigh. y/n let out a hitched moan when his tip brushed her cervix, pain but pleasure at the same time.

“shit- i’m cumming” y/n cried out as her orgasm ripping out through her body, coating his cock with her juices.

“fuck y/n-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all his white liquids inside her, he ride out their high. some of their mixed cums dripping onto the floor.

“i’m not done yet with you, angel” draco said wrapping her legs on his waist and walking them out of his room to their bedroom. his cock still buried deep inside her as he walked them out.

draco throw her onto their bed with him on top of her without even pulling out as he stepped into their room, he groaned when he feels he was getting hard again inside of her.

“fuck babygirl this feel so good.. just what i need” y/n gripped on the sheets underneath her, feeling draco was tearing her apart into pieces but she loved the feeling at the same time.

draco sneaked his hand behind her unclasping her bra making her breasts full out on display for him, he slapped her breasts that were jiggling in front of him making y/n writhed at the sting.

he turned y/n around onto her stomach going on fours, he held her hands on her back with one of his hands, his other hand pushing her face down on the sheets making her screamed into the sheets. he gives her ass a few spanks marking it with his hand print without slowing down his thrust.

“fuck dray.. harder please..” he moved his hand and put it around her throat pulling her backwards pressing her back to his chest letting her head resting on his neck then he thrusted upwards into her, hard like she wanted.

“you’re my good little slut, dont you?” draco asked moving his hands to squeeze her breasts holding them from bouncing, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“y-yes draco..”

“then cum.” he then moves one of his hands down to circled her clit on eight figures, pinching it lightly forcing her orgasm.

“fuck.. draco!” y/n cums instantly on his cock, her walls pulsing and clenching, squeezing him tighter inside her triggering draco to cum any sooner.

“thats it baby take all of me..” he grips her hips tighter leaving bruises and he stopped his thrust and spilled his second cum in her, feeling her up to the brim. y/n moaned feeling so full. draco let her collapsed onto the bed while he stands up shakily to get the towel.

“are you okay?” y/n nodded, hissing when the towel hitting her sensitive clit.

“relax, love.” draco put the towel on the nightstand, he picks her up in bridal style bringing her to the bathroom to clean her up.

“i’m sorry i have been too occupied with all the works lately, i promise i will spend more time with you from now on.” he laid her in the warm tub before getting behind her massaging her back.

“its okay draco, i just miss you” y/n turns her head around to meet his face making him smile at her.

“i miss you too, my love” he replied, kissing her lips before letting the warm water relaxing their bodies.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

btw i never gave anyone my permissions to copy my work or any plagiarism. ❌

tagging : @dracoscum @hellounicorn @onyourgoddamnleft @whoreforgeorgeandfred @turn-to-page-394-please @youreso-golden @dracmalf0y-dm @f4iryluvy @arzfia @famishedbeak @slut4dracoo @alexthealexthealex

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco oneshot #draco fanfiction #draco smut #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy angst #draco fluff #harry potter

[kybabi]

i could love you forever.

w/ miya atsumu :)

(a/n: ok this was supposed to be a short drabble but i wrote just a little too much oops :D anyways)

when you were both in high school, everyone assumed you and atsumu were dating.

you did everything together. he’d peer over your shoulder as you read during lunch. the two of you would walk to the bakery a couple blocks away from school after class. you’d come and watch him practice if you had the time. you were basically a package deal.

but more than anything, you and atsumu bickered. relentlessly.

“‘TSUMU, GIVE IT BACK.” “Y/N PLEASE I NEED IT JUST LET ME BORROW IT FOR THE DAY—“

“i cant even explain to you how stupid you look right now.” “then why don’t you COME OVER AND HELP ME.”

“i TOLD you we should’ve studied the second book?!”“WHAT?! HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?”

“yeah, i think ‘tsumu’s right. and that is DEFINITELY saying something.” “thanks y/n🥰wait—“

even after high school, it never changed. the two of you fought about every single thing humanly possible, it seemed.

“god, you two are embarrassing. you fight like a married couple, jesus,” osamu muttered, side-eying the two of you. you could feel the judgment emanating off him in waves.

“SHUT UP!” the two of you turned to him and yelled in unison. then the glaring resumed, and you continued to berate him for leaving the refrigerator door open that morning.

living together was.. maybe not the best idea, in hindsight. but no matter how much you two loved to fight about the stupidest things, he was your best friend. you wouldn’t give that up for the world.

while he was an annoying little shit sometimes, you knew he cared about you.

after you had gotten dumped after previously been cheated on with the girl your boyfriend told you not to worry about, he came over and held you for hours while you cried.

you had gotten sick one time, and he brought you soup and cuddled you even after you protested, “‘tsumu, you’re gonna get sick.” he simply replied, “do i look like i care?” you smacked him. (lovingly, of course :D)

he knew your favorite snacks and picked them up on the way to your house for study sessions.

he had pressed you flush against his chest on the ride home one day, hand snaking protectively around your waist, after an encounter with a not-so-friendly man on the train.

the truth is, you don’t even know when you fell in love with him. you’ve known him so long, the years have just blended into nothing. you aren’t certain of much, but you know one thing. you’re in love with miya atsumu. hopelessly.

you’ve never felt this way about anyone. you’ve dated people in the past, their faces easy to forget, but it’s always been him. and for the past few years, you’ve been content to be with him, just the two of you. even if you still want more. even if he doesn’t love you in the way you want him to. as long as you have him, you can indulge in your selfishness for just a little longer.

but one day, that changes. because miya atsumu is going on a date tonight.

he’s picked out his best dress shirt, and his hair isn’t messy and ruffled the way you like it usually is. he looks so handsome, but he’s not yours. he hasn’t been on a date in years. perhaps you’ve deluded yourself into believing you actually had a chance. your heart stings painfully in your chest, and you’d rather be anywhere but here. you look away.

“i’ll be home in a couple hours, ‘kay?” he says, checking his hair in your bedroom mirror.

you laugh weakly.

“yeah, right.”

he turns to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you take a deep breath. frustrated tears are building up in your eyes, and his own eyes widen at the sight of them.

“just— never mind. forget i said anything.”

he stares.

“just go, ‘kay?”

your voice is shaky, lip quivering pathetically. you get up and try to leave, but he catches your wrist in time.

“hey. talk to me. please? what can i do to make you—“

“you can’t fucking DO ANYTHING, okay? i thought that i could watch you go and be in love with someone else, but i CAN’T, and that’s on ME. god, i’m so fucking selfish.”

atsumu’s eyes have widened comically at your outburst.

“y/n—“

“NO, atsumu. please don’t make this harder than it already is. just let me talk, okay?”

“Y/N—“

“I JUST WANTED IT TO BE ME, OKAY?” you cry. the tears are streaming freely now. “i wanted it to be me,” you repeat, whispering sadly. “but—“

you don’t get to finish, because suddenly his lips are on yours, warm and firm. his hand is on your cheek, thumb drawing invisible circles on your skin.

“you don’t get it, do you?” he whispers, pulling away.

“what?” you whimper.

he laughs lowly, pressing his forehead against yours and nuzzling his nose against you.

“it’s always been you.”

he looks into your eyes, and you don’t think he’s ever looked so serious about anything before.

you laugh, sobbing pitifully, and kiss him gently. then you pull away and smack him in the chest.

“HEY! what the hell was that for?” he pouts, rubbing the spot where you hit him. you glare at him.

“why did you agree to go on that date, anyway?”

he sighs, intertwining your fingers with his. he smiles.

“to get over you, of course,” he responds. “not that it would’ve worked, anyway.”

you sigh happily.

“i love you, you know that?” he whispers.

“i know,” you laugh.

“y/n!” he whines, pouting stupidly.

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair and planting a kiss on his lips.

“and i love you, ‘tsumu,” you finally say, burying your head in his chest as his arms wrap around you warmly.

after a few minutes, you pull away, snorting at the wet print you’ve left on his nice shirt.

“what are you staring at, baby?”

“...”

he looks down at his shirt. you’ve left a mixture of tears and snot on his chest.

“did you just— Y/N?!”

he tackles you onto the bed and you squeal, laughing uncontrollably.

a few minutes later, you’ve settled down, his head on your chest. he looks up at you.

“i could love you forever,” he whispers.

yeah, you think. that sounds just about perfect.

#ugh i’m so in love with him #kybabi!fics #haikyuu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu angst #atsumu x you #atsumu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #atsumu imagines #haikyuu imagines

[thatbritishactor]

Adventures in Success (part 7)

Adventures in Success (part 7)

Pairing : Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings : None, this chapter’s FLUFFY AF.

Summary: Ben’s agent is retiring and the firm wants you to represent him. It’s going to be hard for you not to mix work with feelings.

Words: 3,000

Type: Slow Burn, Fluff

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3 months later

Ben’s been back in LA for a few days when he receives a text from you. Ever since your text exchange while you were drunk, the two of you resumed on your usual banter, leaving the unfamiliar politeness behind, much to his relief. It feels like the emotional wall you’ve put up between you and him progressively came crawling down with every text exchange. You are scheduled to meet for dinner tonight, and he can’t wait to see you.

He’s surprised you haven’t contacted him as he received the best news he’s ever gotten in his entire career. He’s been nominated for the Volpi Cup, the award for best actor in the Venice Film Festival, for the Bong Joon Ho movie. When he got the news from the film crew, he almost cried tears of joy. He was incredibly proud, but most importantly, he knew you’d have to drop his contract, as you had agreed. He wondered how you felt about his nomination, and why you hadn’t contacted him right away. Had you found someone else? If so, was it serious? His heart jumped in his chest when he saw your name illuminating his screen. He opened your message eagerly.

You: Hi Ben, I know we were supposed to meet today for dinner, but I got the flu and i’ve been stuck home for the last two days. I’m still feverish and I can’t make it out I’m so sorry… :(

So, that was why you hadn’t contacted him. Selfishly, he preferred to know that you were stuck home with the flu than in the arms of another guy. He writes back to you:

Ben: I can come over and bring some soup, herbal tea and flu medicine :)

You: absolutely not Ben, I’d never forgive myself if you got the flu because of me.

He raises his eyebrows as he reads your message. He won’t let you get away with this.

Ben: I’m immune to the flu :) plus I have some verrry important news and I NEED to see you.

You: I cant let you see me this way :( I haven’t showered in two days and I look like shit.

Ben: I don’t care. I’m coming.

You: Fine, you’re the f***** worst.

Ben: see you in an hour :)

Ben can’t stop smiling as he gets in his car to go to the grocery store, he’s so gleeful he could break into a song and start dancing in the street.

* * * * * * * * *

He knocks on your door, familiar with your place as he’s already been here a few times, for movie nights mostly. He’s even slept on your convertible couch after some nights where the two of you drank too much. You open slightly the door and he catches a glimpse of your face.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you came” you sigh as you turn over and leave the door open. He laughs loudly.

“That’s no way to greet me after a six months separation” he protests.

He smiles widely when he notices that you’re wearing a blanket around your shoulders, sweat pants and fuzzy socks. You’re walking awkwardly around your living room, looking exhausted. Your hair his wet so you’ve definitely taken a shower before he arrived. You look pale, your nose is red, you have dark circles under your eyes. You definitely look sick, but still cute, he thinks to himself. He sets the grocery bag on the table while you sit on your couch, staring at nothing.

“So, I took some chicken soup” he announces “some herbal tea, honey for your throat, your favorite ice cream and some ibuprofen”. He looks back at you, you’re wiping your nose with a tissue. You look so precious, he wants to hold you close and kiss you. He resists the urge and sets the items on your living room table, before making a trip to your kitchen to set the ice cream in the freezer.

“Thank you, Ben, that’s so kind of you” you reply weakly when he enters the living room. “I think my temperature’s rising again, I don’t feel too good” you add in a weak voice. He comes to sit next to you on the couch and presses a hand to your forehead. It’s clammy and hot, you’re burning up.

“Yep, feels like you’re having a fever” he states “I’ll get you some ibuprofen” he says, getting back up and heading to your kitchen to get a glass of water. He comes back a few seconds later and you’re lying on your side, your legs pressed to your chest, softly whining.

“It’s okay, I’m here” he says in a smooth voice. He crouches next to you and hands you the pill and the glass of water. You stare at him with glassy eyes.

“I can’t believe you came” you say, repeating the first words you’ve uttered to him when he got here.

“I told you, I have some important news to tell you” he says, smiling.

“But you’re seeing me like this” you whine, gesturing towards yourself. “I look like a monster” you say, closing your eyes.

“That’s not true, you look sick” he protests “You still look pretty and cute, don’t worry”, he adds with a grin. You hide your face in a cushion, not replying.

“Come on, take the pill” he says patiently. You open your eyes again and slowly sit.

“Thank you” you whisper, your hands trembling a bit.

“Do you want to eat something?” he asks, concerned.

You nod to say no “I’m not hungry” you say, wincing.

“When’s the last time you ate?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You look away, thinking, scrunching your nose a bit. God you’re cute, he thinks, having to resist the urge to kiss you again.

“I don’t really remember” you reply “The fever’s making the last few days blurry” you add, scrubbing your eyes.

“I’m gonna get you some soup” he says, and he goes to the kitchen to get you a spoon.  He puts the kettle on to make you some tea as well, because he wouldn’t be a true British person of he didn’t.

“It’s still warm” he says, coming back in the living room. You nod as you patiently wait for him to bring you the soup, and sigh when he gives you the warm bowl.

“So, what’s the big news?” you ask.

“It can wait.” Ben answers, rubbing your arm to warm you up, seeing you shivering.

“But you came for that” you protest, drinking your soup.

“I came to see you” he replies, smiling softly.

You nod your head, closing your eyes “This is so good” you say.

“I’m glad you like it” he replies, getting comfortable on the couch. “Do you want to watch something?” he asks, gesturing towards your TV. “A comforting movie, perhaps?”

You look at him, smiling softly “Yeah, I could watch something” you say “I’ve spent the last two days in bed” you add.

“What do you want to watch?” he asks, looking intently at you. Even when you’re sick, you still have the same effect on him. His chest feels a bit tight and he desperately wants to touch you. You think for a few seconds before smiling slowly, your eyes looking heavy. You look so tired and weak, it breaks his heart “Princess Bride” you reply, looking content.

He laughs “Princess Bride it is!” he replies as he turns the TV on. He goes back to the kitchen to fetch you your tea, adding a generous amount of honey to soothe your throat. He comes back in the room and you’re standing next to the sofa.

“Could you unfold the couch?” you ask weakly, looking up at him. “I want to fall asleep in front of the film” you add.

He has the resist the urge to cup your face with both of his hands and kiss you. “Of course” he replies, happy to feel useful to you. He expertly unfolds the sofa, and you climb on it right away, still wrapped in your blanket. He lies down next to you and launches the movie. He feels genuinely content in this moment, thinking that there’s no place where he’d rather be, because he’s with you. He thinks to himself that he simply needs your company to feel whole and happy, and he realizes, for the hundredth time, how serious his feelings are for you. He glances at you and sees that you’re shivering.

“Are you alright?” he asks, concerned.

“I’m so cold” you reply, hugging yourself.

“I’ll get another blanket” he replies, and you reach for his arm before he gets up.

“Can you hold me?” you ask, looking at him. His heart explodes with joy in his chest and he tries to control his facial expression.

“Of course” he replies softly with an even voice, and he’s impressed with himself. He slides closer to you on the sofa and opens his arms, and you snuggle against him, sighing, seeming satisfied.

“You smell so good” you say after a few seconds.

He laughs. Why do you need to be in an altered state to say these things to him? Drunk or feverish? What stops you from saying how you feel? Why do you have to control yourself this much? he thinks bitterly.

“Thank you” he replies, his heart beating fast in his chest.

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” you ask, your eyes closed. You seem like you’re slowly falling asleep.

“What do you mean?” he asks, still half laughing.

“You’re smart, kind, funny, unbearably handsome.” you reply, yawning, before snuggling your face against his chest.

“You’re not so bad yourself” he replies softly, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m not good enough for you” you reply, and your eyes are closed, your expression relaxed.

“What? That’s nonsense” he replies, frowning and aghast.

“Hmmmm...” you reply, your head falling a bit, and he understands that you’ve fallen asleep now. He looks back at the TV, distracted. Is that why you won’t date him? Using the excuse of being his agent? Because you’re insecure? He frowns as he ponders on this, still holding you against him. Your breathing is even and your face relaxed, and he feels happy and privileged to see you this way, unguarded and natural. He falls asleep before the movie ends, sill suffering from jet lag.

* * * * * * * * * *

You open your eyes, waking from the fever dream you were just having. You feel sweaty and cold, coming down from your fever. You look around you and find Ben lying next to you, asleep. You stare at his beautiful face for a few seconds, lit by the glowing screen of the TV. You usually can’t stare at him as much as you want to, so you indulge fully. You look at his eyes, his long lashes, the beauty spot you love so much. His nose, his mouth, his beard. His cheekbones, the soft curve of his lips. You heart aches in your chest, you find him so beautiful it almost makes you want to weep.

You close your eyes and sigh deeply, and decide to get up and take a shower to clean the sweat off yourself. You get up slowly, in order not to wake him up, and head to your bedroom. You set out a clean set of pajamas (the good fancy ones, because Ben’s here after all, and you’ll definitely look better in them than in your old sweat pants) and hop in the shower, happy to feel the warmth of the water on your skin. You close your eyes and try to focus to analyze the situation. It’s hard because you’re still feverish, and you feel groggy.

He’s here, you think to yourself, in awe. He came, only to take care of you. You shake your head as you realize how much he must care about you to have come all the way here. He could be anywhere, with anyone, and yet he decided to come to you. You nod your head as you take in the realization and try to calm your nerves. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you step out of the shower, fold yourself into a towel and go brush your teeth, wanting to feel clean and fresh. You stare at your own reflection, unimpressed. What does he see in you? You simply don’t understand. He could have any woman, any beautiful actress in the industry, any gorgeous model, why does he waste his time with you? You shake your head, unable to comprehend what he sees in you. You step into your bedroom, put on a clean set of underwear before putting on your Pjs.

You tip toe in the living room again and turn off the TV screen. Ben shuffles in his sleep, sighing, and you lie down next to him. You could go back to your bed, but you can’t resist being so close to him. You’ve missed him so much these last few months, and your feelings for him are so strong. You reach for his hand and grab it softly, wanting to have a physical contact with him. He wakes up at the contact and your heart drops in your chest. He opens lazily his eyes, and they seem completely black in the dark.

“Hey” he whispers, smiling softly. “Feeling better?”

“A bit” you sigh back, your chest feeling horribly tight. You could kiss him, right here, right now. Nothing can stop you, except yourself.

“C’me here” he says, and he opens his arms. You don’t hesitate for a second, turning your back on him and snuggling close to him. He spoons you, holding you close, his arms around you. You close your eyes, thinking you’ve never been this happy before, and quickly fall asleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

You wake up to the smell of pancakes and sigh happily. You stretch on the couch and slowly open your eyes, trying to assess how you feel. You’re still a bit sore and your throat hurts, but you don’t feel feverish anymore. You look around you and Ben’s woken up, probably in the kitchen judging by the sounds coming from it. You quickly get up, panicked, and run to your bathroom. You assess the mess as you stare at yourself in the mirror, and decide to brush your teeth first. You brush your hair, put fresh water on your face and breathe evenly to calm yourself. You’re not thrilled by the way you look, but at least you look a little more human. You tip toe to the kitchen and you hear Ben singing, bringing a bright smile to your face.

You enter and he’s cooking pancakes, and you think to yourself that the man has no mercy for you. First, coming to take care of you while you’re sick, secondly, making you pancakes in the morning. How is he even real? You ask yourself. He spots you and stops singing:

“Morning sunshine, how are you feeling?” he asks, grinning.

“A little better, thank you”, you reply as you take a sit on the counter.

“Ahhh, finally some good news”, he says, grinning. How does he look so good? You ask yourself. The man’s slept in his clothes, hasn’t taken a shower yet and he looks like the most beautiful person in the world. You grind your teeth, annoyed by him.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, blushing.

“Never better” he winks, and you blush even more.

“So, what about these big news you wanted to tell me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. He slides a plate with pancakes and a cup of tea towards you, and you grab it eagerly.

“Well, I guess you haven’t heard since you were stuck in here with a fever” he starts, and he looks intently at you. “I’ve been nominated for best actor at the Venice Film Festival” he announces.

You choke on your tea and slide off the counter “Oh my God, Ben!!” you yell, and you jump at his neck to hug him, screaming with joy. He laughs as he catches you, and the two of you stand here for a while, hugging. Your breathing slows a bit and you step back “Congratulations” you say, looking up at his face, and the expression on his face makes you weak in the knees. There is tenderness, and a hunger, a want that makes you quiver.

“Thank you” he replies “I’d never had gotten there without you” he says as he puts a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You blush and turn over to grab your tea, before facing him again.

“I have something to ask you” he says, “a favor”.

“Anything, Ben” you say, smiling.

“By my guest at the film festival” he asks. “Come with me, please.”

You stop smiling and you feel sudden dread.

“Ben, I could neve-”

“I don’t want anyone else but you” he cuts you off “by my side, on this day. Please” he begs, and you get lost in his charcoal eyes, unable to resist him.

“Fine”, you sigh, and he grins widely.

“Thank you” he replies “I’ll send you the details” he winks, quoting back to you one of your favorite expressions. You blush again, feeling self conscious.

“I have to go” he says, “I’ll talk to you soon?” he adds, seeming hopeful.

“All right” you reply, still feeling weak in the knees. He steps closer to you, and he gently cups your face with both hands, before placing a light kiss on your forehead. He releases you and grabs his jacket. “Have a nice day” he says, winking, before leaving the kitchen.

You stare into the void as you hear your front door slamming, unable to process what just happened.

Part 8

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[soft-deceitful-wiles]

I just watched Dont Look Up (Leo Dicaprio, Jeniffer Lawrence, Netflix) and i gotta say its the most honest, believable apocalyptic movie Ive EVER seen

SPOILERS AHEAD (i do recommend watching it)

Look, I HATE Netflix for a lot of shit - mostly its treatment of its own original series (the good ones) - but i gotta say here they fucking NAILED IT

Usually apocalyptic movies/shows (NOT post-apocalyptic, im talking about the ones where it hasnt happened yet and humanity sees it coming) are either "we cant do anything about it so let just get together and try to save SOMETHING" or "lets all pull together and fight this cause its the right thing to do (and of course they win!)" but one thing that always rung false to me was this whole sense of camadarerie and everyone usually (mostly) agreeing and doing everything they can to avoid the disaster (ALL TOGETHER!❤️)

This movie feels honest cause its not at all like that; humans are a fucking mess and nowadays with science deniers everywhere and people so stupid that they put their own monetary short term gains over the fucking survival of the planet (even tho its their and their childrens survival too), do you really think we would just pull together and forget our differences for the good of the species??? NO, WE WOULDNT

And so this movie shows us that. And of course it ends badly. Cause a lot of people don't listen to scientists and specially the people in power dont wanna listen because its an inconvenience for their interests...

And the thing is that even tho its about an asteroid, you can quickly see the parallels with climate change; scientists TRY to get everyone else to understand the sheer gravity of the situation (specially those in power who can actually do some shit to change it) and people laugh it off/dont believe it/tell them they are exagerating even tho they know wtf they are talking about and the rest of us dont... And we keep getting distracted with fucking ideologies ans politics and celebrity "news" and all that shit...

The only difference is that a comet like in the movie would put us out of our misery REAL QUICK but the real life problem of climate change is gonna drag on killing us slowly

And lets be real. We arent gonna do SHIT about it cause the people that believe the science and care about it we have NO POWER. And dont come to me with protests and voting and all that shit cause deep down you all know its not gonna do anything... Weve been protesting LOUDLY (spec last couple of years) and yet science-denying far right govs have been popping out and gaining traction; nationalisms and exclusionary ideologies are rising... The UN had had climate change conferences SINCE 1992. Meaning theyve been fucking saying "we gotta do something about this" AND NOT DOING SHIT-ALL FOR AS LONG AS IVE BEEN ALIVE.

And the thing is... Science already says shit is here... The only thing we can do is minimize it and even then the goals (the NON ENFORCEABLE goals) govs keep setting on these conferences STILL FALL QUITE SHORT of what science tell us... So even if they keep them theyll be too late...

So yeah, Dont Look Up feels like an actually honest portrait of humanity in a global crisis... And our inevitable doom.

And I'll keep separating my trash and voting for people who want to do shit about climate change, but guys... We all gotta be realistic about our chances here... We are all doomed and in my opinion we (as a species) fucking deserve it.

Thats all

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𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

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"hey! tsukki!" yamaguchi called, running to catch up with his best friend, "you know y/n that sits in the back of the class? well, we started talking today and he's really cool! i invited him to sit with us at lunch."

"who?" tsukishima asked, not recognizing the name.

"l/n. y/n l/n." yamaguchi replied, "he sits in the very back. he's really shy but once you get to know him he's great!"

tsukki searched his brain for any memory of the boy that yamaguchi was talking about. then it hit him, tadashi was talking about the cute boy in the back that never talked and always had his head down unless he was copying something from the board. tsukki smiled softly to himself as he listened to his green haired friend's rant about y/n's interests. maybe this y/n wouldn't be so bad to be friends with.

once they made it to the lunchroom, tsukki and yamaguchi sat in their usual seats. before long, the boy that tadashi had been telling tsukishima so much about was hesitantly walking towards them. he sat in front of the two boys, waving shyly. tsukki felt his heart leap softly, but immediately shook it off. he never was great at dealing with emotions.

"hey, y/n! this is tsukki! he's my best friend. he's mean sometimes but don't take it personally. he's like that to everyone." yamaguchi smiled.

"i'm not mean. you're just dumb." tsukishima replied nonchalantly.

"see?" the freckled boy gestured to his friend, making y/n giggle.

a couple of months passed and the three boys were practically inseparable. both tsukki and tadashi had helped y/n gain a lot of confidence. he had become almost as snarky as his tall blonde friend. everytime tsukki said something mean to him, y/n always had an amazing comeback up his sleeve. tsukishima had fun playing with him. he made it a lot more entertaining than yamaguchi.

"hey, pipsqueak, where are you going?" tsukki asked as they walked out of their classroom together.

"shouldn't you know my schedule by now, dumbass? i'm going to math." y/n playfully rolled his eyes, earning a light shove.

"i gotta go to the bathroom. see ya later, bitch." tsukki patted y/n's head, messing up his hair.

"cunt." y/n said quietly, smiling as he walked to his locker.

the boy had had a crush on kei since he first saw him. he was just so cool and confident, not to mention cute. y/n was just too shy to tell him. besides, tsukki never showed any interest in him beyond friends. y/n hated how his heart fluttered when they were together.

"hey, (dead name)." an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind y/n as he gathered his books.

turning around, he was met with two boys from his english class that he had never even spoken too. how did they find out? y/n transfered schools so that no one would know. how did they possibly find out?

"huh?" y/n tried to reply in a natural confused voice.

"we found out all about your little secret. lots of your old friends have loose lips." one of them said.

"what's your point?" y/n's voice was getting shakier.

tsukishima had came out of the bathroom and caught a glimpse of the two boys walking over to y/n and decided to listen in. he was confused, but waiting for y/n to defend himself just like he always does.

"my point is, you'll never be a real man. you're a girl and you can't change that." the other boy added.

y/n felt tears flood his eyes, trying his hardest to fight them away he answered them, "cant you just leave me alone?"

the two spoke some more but y/n didn't hear what they were saying. he was in disbelief that they had found out and trying to fight away his tears. tsukishima saw that his friend wasn't defending himself and the tears that were welling up had started to fall down his cheeks. the blonde boy felt his blood boil all of a sudden and he needed to protect y/n. stomping over to the three with a menacing look, the bullies backed away.

"leave him alone, you asshats." tsukki said angrily, yet calmly.

that was all it took for the boys to scramble away. y/n tried to wipe his tears away so that tsukki wouldn't see them, but he couldn't keep them from falling again. tsukki sighed and shoved both of their books in y/n's locker before taking his hand. he pulled the boy behind him, taking him to the volleyball club room.

"tsukki, we can't just skip class. i'm fine. besides, i'm not supposed to be in here." y/n protested as tsukki closed the door.

"you're not okay, y/n. you're still crying. i've never seen you like that. you always have a snarky comeback. what were they talking about anyways? what did they mean you'll always be a girl?" tsukki asked curiously.

"i'm trans, tsukki. i might as well tell you know since apparently everyone seems to fucking know. i switched schools for this exact reason and yet it somehow still caught up with me." y/n paced back and forth as he ranted.

tsukki stopped y/n by pulling him into a hug. he was caught off guard by the sudden affection but being in kei's arms made all of his worries fade away. tsukki felt as if his heart was melting as his friend clung onto him, crying into his shirt. he had pushed away his emotions for so long but he didn't think he could push them away anymore.

"don't listen to anything they have to say. you're more of a man then they'll ever be. you're such an amazing, funny, smart, handsome boy and i love you, y/n. i want you to be my handsome boy." tsukishima said before he even had time to think.

y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, "really?"

"yes, y/n. now say you'll be mine before i die of embarrassment." he replied, fighting the urge to kiss y/n right then.

"of course, tsukki! i love yo-" he was cut short by tsukki crashing their lips together.

"shit, i can't believe i forgot my phone in-"

tsukki and y/n separated only to see sugawara standing in the doorway. kei shoved y/n away in a panic, making y/n huff. sugawara chuckled softly and walked in.

"i forgot my phone in here. who's this, tsukki?" the older male asked as he walked over to where his phone was laying.

"uhh, this is y/n." tsukishima answered.

"your boyfriend?" suga questioned.

"yeah..." the blonde said hesitantly.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm koushi. i'm really surprised that he managed to get a boyfriend. you mean you actually like him?" the third year joked.

"i'm not sure why, if i'm being honest, but yeah. i do." y/n responded.

"alright, well, have fun kids!" suga waved as he walked out.

tsukki and y/n looked at each other, bursting into laughter. y/n threw himself back into tsukki's arms, wanting to stay there forever. the two swayed back and forth gently as they embraced each other. it would be worth skipping class, even if it meant getting detention.

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