I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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i was peer pressured into reading gideon the ninth and i need you all to know that for roughly the first four chapters i was so confused that it felt simultaneously like i was unlearning english with each line and that every third word was in some other different language that i have never spoken or understood, but that the narration was so well written and funny that i really didn’t care at all. anyway: five stars, you should all read it, and every scifi-fantasy novel protagonist should be a lesbian with a sword and no common sense.
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"Then I understood the true fate of Orpheus, that love is a constant terror of loss." - Kazimierz Wierzyński, “A Word to Orphists,” translated by Czeslaw Milosz, Postwar Polish Poetry, 3rd Ed. [insp.]
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kaeya alberich is an avid clit slapper, go argue with a wall.
sometimes when he's eating you out, he'll stop and pull away just to give your tiny erection a few quick, hard spanks with his fingers. he lives for the way you whimper as your fists tighten and pull at his cerulean hair. but he always more than makes up for it by gently kissing your clit before sucking it back into his warm, soft mouth again.
at this point, it's basically a habit of his to hold the base of his cock and tap its thick head against your clit before he pushes it inside you. he loves the way it makes you gasp his name. he just gives you a crooked smile and there's a twinkle in his eye as he watches you arch your back for him.
kaeya especially loves pulling out in the middle of fucking you, his swollen cockhead slick with your cream. he moans at the way you cry out for him and the wet smack smack smack when he slaps it against your hard little pearl before gliding his whole dick all the way back inside your clenching hole with a single thrust.
but his personal favorite has to be the times he does it while he cums. he loves to release inside you, but occasionally he'll pull out just so he can slap his ultra-sensitive purple cockhead against your clit while his seed spills out of it. between the good fucking he just gave you and his hot cum squirting against your clit, you're more than likely cumming with him too.
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Morning sex
I woke because she got up to go to the bathroom and decided to invite her to use me. While she's gone, I take my shirt off, so I'm left only wearing a thong. I turn onto my side, hugging the blanket so my ass is somewhat exposed and facing her side of the bed. I close my eyes again and wait for her to get back into bed.
When she returns, she spoons me and starts stroking my arm and shoulder. Her fingers graze my neck, then my cheek, and I pretend to wake up, still actually sleepy. "Why are you so naked, hm?". "Warm..", I manage to groan as an explanation. I'm not technically lying. Although I tend to run cold, I did feel hot laying next to her during the night.
She wets her fingers to play with my nipple, gently circling it at first, the twisting and squeezing it. I let out soft moans and then she continues stroking my upper body, down my waist and scratching up my thighs, getting me to move my ass against her crotch. As she kisses my neck and shoulder, I can feel her hand travel up my body again. Her fingertips are grazing my neck and then I feel her hand close around my throat. I hear her moan into my ear as she chokes me and I feel her looking at me. She lets go and moves her hand down again, running her fingers over my scantily clad pussy. She grunts in frustration and hastily removes my thong. I can feel her impatience in her movements.
Once my thong is off, she pulls my hips against her crotch and I grind my ass against it. She feels me up more, grabbing my boob and squeezing it. Then, she chokes me again. Eventually, she moves to make some space between out bodies, so she can run her fingers along my bare pussy. Feeling the wetness between my lips, she groans. "God, you're already so wet and ready for me. Have you been thinking about us all night?". I shake my head no, but she just scoffs. She removes her hand and pushes her finger into my mouth. I can taste myself and suck her finger clean, getting more turned on. She pulls her finger out of my mouth and plays with my pussy, having her fingers right at my hole but never entering. She moves her fingers up to rub my clit, then after a while down to my hole again and I can hear her let out a surprised moan. "You're dripping... you know, this isn't because of me. You're like this because you're a horny little slut, isn't that right?". "Yes, Daddy.", I agree. "Uh huh...", she bites my shoulder and pushes her fingers inside me, getting me to moan.
She slowly thrusts inside me and I move my hips back against her to get her deeper. She scoffs at my desperation and pulls out. "Knowing how messy you get, we'll need a towel.". I turn onto my back and watch her get one, then raise my hips for her to put it under me. "Did I tell you to turn around?". I get embarrassed and turn onto my side again, waiting for her to continue. She pushes her fingers inside me again and fucks me at an agonizingly slow speed. I wonder if I should beg her to fuck me properly, but then after a few minutes she tells me to turn onto my back after all. She gets in front of me and now that my legs are spread, she pushes four fingers inside me. "Fuck... you're such a slut. Already this wide, taking so much.". I just nod and moan because she's curling her fingers, hitting my gspot. She kisses down my inner thigh as she continues to fuck me and it doesn't take long for me to squirt all over her hand. As usualy she doesn't stop, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until my legs are shaking.
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artists, please block liberally. you don't have to put up with people being rude or overfamiliar or inappropriate or otherwise weird in the comments of your art, block anyone who even mildly annoys you
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I wanted to doodle the temen-ni-gru crew before my arm gave out lmao I clapped like a toddler with an iPad when they teamed up together against the hell clown
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jekyll and hyde is not about an evil guy who independently inhabits a good guy's body it's about a guy who consciously and intentionally has an evilsona
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Sometimes, I'm sad about the hobbies I have abandoned or have been too intimidated to pick up. But... what good is it, to just beat myself up over that? My bass is sitting in the corner, patiently waiting, and so is everything else. My life isn't over, and I've got nothing to answer to. I'm wading through a sea of time, and I'll pick up the seashells that interest me, and it's okay to put one back in the sand. The current's waves will bring it back to me if that is to be destiny. I can not hate myself into productivity, so I must swim on.
I think the same can apply to anybody. It's okay if you have dropped something, such as a hobby or passion. Human beings are like that sometimes, it isn't reasonable for you to beat yourself into submission. You, too, can not hate yourself into being a well-rounded person. You must cultivate it like you would a garden - with patience, time, and care.
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'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.
I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.
About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'
-Casey Plett, Consciousness
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I wish the thieves had SOME kind of reaction to the Satanael awakening. Kinda wish we at least had RYUJI react to it….
I think its sooooo compelling to have Ryuji be the only person to witness BOTH awakenings; to see how much Akira and his will has grown since they first met. There was a raw, burning fury in Akiras core that recoiled at the injustice before him, and when given the tools to punish said injustice, eagerly accepted it with a wild, almost manic kind of intensity. I think it would be difficult for the others to truly grasp just how scary that was; that for a short moment, Ryuji couldnt pinpoint the cause of that rage, and the target of it. Akiras mellowed out alot since then, but its always in the back of Ryujis head; theres a side of their leader literally none of the thieves have or will ever see, and he doesnt really know how hes supposed to feel about that.
And now the airs charged in the same way he felt back in Kamoshidas palace; right as Akiras eyes widened at seeing him slammed against the wall. The blazing, untamed ferocity in his eyes from back then is replaced with a cool, calm, steely conviction. He knows his purpose; understands completely what his will screamed at him to understand back when it first started. This is the Akira the team knows, and its definitely the one Ryuji is used to now, but its insane to see the shift; insane to see the kind of power that simmered in Akiras core, literally too big and too overwhelming for past Akira to grapple with and set free.
Satanael comes down, and theres a moment, through all the excited screaming and hollering, where Ryuji can see it look right at him, and Ryuji is taken back to the floor of Kamoshidas Palace; not to the fear he felt when Arsene came forth incinerating everything, but immediately after, when Akira comes to with wide eyes and an outstretched hand- that bizarre feeling of safety, of knowing that this kid would have his back, and that hed never have to worry about where his place would be (its right beside him, obviously.)
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If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)
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I can fix them
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