Miles and Deku would be best friends! I know it!!

it makes me so intensely uncomfortable when #they use the fact el “looks like a boy” (due to her shaved head) as a talking point and gotcha moment 😭 not only is it incorrect and ridiculous because the only person who ever thought el was a boy was benny who saw from far away and immediately knew she was a girl when he saw her face. and that mike has never thought of her as a boy and the boys have referred to her as a girl the second they saw her. but there’s something inherently cruel about it. like els femininity, scratch that, her entire individual identity is something that her abuser had stolen and stripped from her that she fights to get back and you’re sitting here saying her boyfriend is only attracted to her because he believed she wasn’t a woman…. because she had….. a buzz cut? 😭😭😭 please come up with anything else, and maybe think coherently using the shows literal context before pulling theories out of your ass (hard ask, i know)

(and i really hope there’s no paragraph in my replies about how it’s for the sake of gay rights and heteronormativity because i really don’t care. as a gay woman, i can tell you, your thinly veiled misogyny and blatant disrespect towards a female disabled character and her trauma isn’t acceptable because it’s for a gay ship!)

Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself

Fuck You *plus sizes your mermaids*

[ID: Two sketchbook pages full of drawings of plus size mermaids. Some of them have dark hair or binders, one of them is playing a ukulele. They have different skintones. END ID]

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I love it 😻 💗💗💗

hey lads

sorry ive been gone ages 💀 i met a boy and like yknow i guess i lost interest in my major fictional crushes PFFFF

BUT IM STILL GONNA WRITE I SWEAR

if anything, this’ll help me tap into the sappy side and ease off the angst 💀

here’s a Jeff winger lil preview because i know ive had some people waiting for it for agessssfgsgs:

WOOWOWWWAWA I SWEAR ITLL BE OUT SOON

ill post a preview for the ethan hunt girlies later today 🤍🤍🤍

LOVE YA AND HAVE A GOOD DAYYYAYYA

THE ICK

It’s so true though!! …the part about jumping ship as soon as shit gets real

Nina, can I call you Nina? don’t stress yourself out over finishing this fic! If it’s been too long since you started it and you aren’t feeling it anymore, that’s okay 💗💗

Not a single lie in sight……

Hello, college grad that actually wrote an award winning paper on this topic! Here’s some knowledge I’d like to share: There’s actually been studies as to why it’s usually white kids, a large conclusion amongst the criminology community is that those that often have more privileged lives (white kids in our society’s case) are less adept to dealing with stress and denial. Whereas minorities and others are more likely to cope and function normally despite stressors because of the constant stressors that come from systematic racism and/or other platforms of more limited priviledge.

TL;DR: It’s usually a white kid because their privilege incacipated their ability to learn how to handle stress/ denial/ whatever without acting out. The less privileged are done used to the bs and thus typically dont turn to extreme measures as coping mechanisms.

EDIT: I had reblogged this and added a link to the paper (which I should’ve done to begin with,) but it’s probably best I just edit my original reblog and add the link (which I also should’ve just done already.)

Anyway, it can be found fully sourced here.

👀👀👀👀 I like tea spilled with sources and data.

Not a single lie in sight……

Hello, college grad that actually wrote an award winning paper on this topic! Here’s some knowledge I’d like to share: There’s actually been studies as to why it’s usually white kids, a large conclusion amongst the criminology community is that those that often have more privileged lives (white kids in our society’s case) are less adept to dealing with stress and denial. Whereas minorities and others are more likely to cope and function normally despite stressors because of the constant stressors that come from systematic racism and/or other platforms of more limited priviledge.

TL;DR: It’s usually a white kid because their privilege incacipated their ability to learn how to handle stress/ denial/ whatever without acting out. The less privileged are done used to the bs and thus typically dont turn to extreme measures as coping mechanisms.

EDIT: I had reblogged this and added a link to the paper (which I should’ve done to begin with,) but it’s probably best I just edit my original reblog and add the link (which I also should’ve just done already.)

Anyway, it can be found fully sourced here.

👀👀👀👀 I like tea spilled with sources and data.

Holy shit

😳 👀

Just Let Go

You were sitting with Pelle in the otherwise empty barn. He was staring at you so intently as you tried to grasp the words that you were desperately searching for.

"I just- I don't understand it."

"What's not to understand?"

"You're all so... free here. Like, emotionally free. And yet you're all connected and you feel what eachother feels and it's- it's weird."

Pelle laughed softly and shook his head at you. "Y/N, you're stuck with your old mentalities. Here in Hårga, we- we aren't bound to keeping everything a secret. We share how we feel with eachother and then the others can't help but to reciprocate because we just feel so strongly."

"But how can you just, let go?" You were always incredibly reserved when it came to your feelings. You couldn't even think of the last time you had allowed someone to see you cry. In Hårga though, sharing emotions with one another was a vital part of the community. You managed to understand most of their rituals but this, this was somehow the hardest change for you.

Pelle stared deeply into your eyes before cupping your face in his hands. "Exactly what you said, by just letting go," he smiled.

You studied his face and noticed a glistening in his eyes. You became concerned for him and held his face in your own hands, the two of you now mirroring eachother.

As you sat in silence with this wonderful, beautiful man who was seemingly offering up the most vulnerable parts of himself to you, you began to tear up yourself. Soon your breathing became more rapid and Pelle's sped up to match.

Within a matter of seconds you were basically hyperventilating and full blown tears soon followed.

Your hands slipped from Pelle's face and he took the opportunity to lower his own and instead wrap his arms around you. Your whole body seemed to fall into his as he held you, shaking from the sudden emotional release. He stroked your hair as the two of you shared a bond that you had never before shared with someone.

When you had cried your final tear, you wiped your eyes and looked up into Pelle's reddened face. He stopped crying as well and moved his hands to smooth back your now messy hair.

Then, holding your face in his hands once again and looking at you with full eye contact, as he always did, he whispered, "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You shook your head and laughed as Pelle pulled you in for another embrace, holding you against his chest as you revelled in his all encompassing love.

Seeing Pelle reciprocate the readers feelings and emotions to help her get through them (when the villagers feel what everyone else is feeling, which seems to be a core part of Hårgan culture) is so cool!

Most writers for Pelle leave out the unsettling aspects of the cult for the sake of writing a romantic piece, but I like that you didn’t do that!

Yes, please go to the elders pelle!! I want us to be mates!

This is so cute!!

I also like how the unabashed ambivalence to violence that often shows up in Hårga makes an appearance here! I like that it (the fic) keeps the fluff but doesn’t compromise the core unsettling aspects of Hårga for the sake of a romantic piece!

Well done!!

hotch only knew 5 minutes of peace in his entire life and it was when morgan and reid were stuck in that elevator

Republicans are cancer.

I'm so done mourning the loss of fellow trans kids while the media dead names them. I'm so done with the people who refuse to acknowledge the reason these trans kids are no longer here is because of the way they chose to live their life. I'm so sick and done with a world that's been built in a way that has set us up for failure.

Fuck TERFS transphobes and bigots. Trans rights

—social media fic [001]

SUMMARY | you and tommy tweet. a lot

PAIRING | cc!tommy x reader

NAVIGATION | masterlist , pinned post

TAG LIST | @sleeping-snapdragons @purplehyacinthx @gaytoadwithapopsicle @slay-dawg

HAHAHAHAHA

Fuck, this is a good one 😂

I’d Love You from Across the Stage and Across the Room

Will Gold x fem!Reader

Synopsis: After bumping into Lovejoy at a Crywank gig, you received the job offer of a lifetime.

Warning(s): swearing, minor mentions of anxieties, minor suggestive joke and conversation, tooth-rotting fluff.

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: I WROTE THIS IN 3 HOURS THE BRAIN ROT IS VERY REAL. Fun fact, I listened to Crywank the whole time while writing this. This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, please enjoy!

link to masterlist

One of the disadvantages of having a unique music taste from your friends meant that you had no one to accompany you to your favourite bands’ gigs. No amount of coercion or offering to treat them to a meal could convince your friends to join you.

So, here you were, vibing at the back of a Crywank gig by yourself. To be honest, you were enjoying yourself.

There was a lot more space at the back of the room, so you didn’t feel as suffocated as you think you would’ve been if you had tried to squeeze your way to the front. The space gave you a sort of pseudo-privacy to move around and sing the lyrics to your heart’s content without fear of judgement from other fans.

The song ends with an eruption of cheers, and you’re joining in with your own hollers and claps. As the band catches their breath, your ears tune in to the people around you, unintentionally eavesdropping into a nearby conversation:

“ – hear that sick walk down in the last chorus? They’re fucking tight today, too.”

You startle when you recognise the voice. Turning towards the group of four, attempting to look nonchalantly so that you wouldn’t accidentally come off as creepy, your jaw nearly drops.

You were standing right next to Lovejoy.

Internally, you were vibrating with excitement. What were the odds that you would bump into one of your favourite bands at one of your favourite bands’ gigs? There was no way you were this lucky.

You were trying not to show your excitement and nervousness – the last thing you wanted to do was to weird out one of your favourite bands. God, that would kill you.

Unfortunately for you, they were more observant than you’d thought. You’re making eye contact with Ash-freaking-Kabosu before you can turn away. Your eyes widen slightly, but somewhat caught red-handed, you raise your hand and wave at him in greeting.

He waves back, sending you a warm smile (despite being literal strangers, what a wholesome human being -), and this attracts the attention of the rest of the band, who turn to your direction.

I can’t picture Wilbur freaking soot writing a song about me, but I can still dream

"I Need A Favor": Naga Boyfriend Sef: Part Three

"I Need A Favor": Naga Sef: Part Three 

Warnings:  Some mature content.  Monster boyfriend… if that can be a warning.  Maybe language.  Also, my unedited, un'beta'd work.  Maybe my grammar because I'm a troll.  Idk?  

. 

Monster Boyfriend x Plus Size Reader 

Commissioned by the lovely @thickemadame  

Thank you so much, darling!  And I apologize that this took so long.  I was devastated when I lost everything on my old computer and I am permanently scatter brained but still… I am appalled that it took my so long.  I love you, darling! 

-

Never in my life had I been so nervous for someone to be in my garden. 

All this despite the fact that I had strangers in it all the time for photoshoots … and also the fact that Sef was my neighbor and literally saw it every day. 

Though somehow this felt different. 

While my nerves were turning my stomach into the equivalent of a washing machine with a brick inside… I was still quite proud of my the oasis that I had created in my time here. 

The lush foliage and blooming flowers. 

I'd put a lot of work into making sure that it was a garden that was beautiful year round and taking care to plant so meticulously so that when one thing was done another was coming to life. 

Strategically placed stone pieces reminiscent of a garden some ancient greek goddess might've had. 

Twinkling lights and no short amount of gorgeous focal points. 

It was my pride and joy. 

Despite the fact that I allowed strangers here for my side hustle all the time… it still seemed intimate to have a date here. 

I'd never done that before. 

I'd chose a simple outfit for the evening. 

Something comfortable and flowy to accent my figure in an ethereal way but also cozy enough as to not add discomfort to my growing anxiety. 

The scent of something cooking away caught my attention and l looked over the fence to see a trail of smoke spiraling into the air. 

I stood on my tiptoes and peeped over the fence to see Sef standing at the grill. 

I admired him for a moment before he began to chuckle. 

"You know, I've heard of Peeping Toms before but perhaps I should call you a Peeping Tammy." he said before those vivid eyes of his flicked up to meet mine. 

I was suddenly very grateful for the fence between us as I could feel the heat rise in my skin… and more importantly the weird face I pulled when I realized I'd been caught. 

"Sorry, I smelled the food." I said. 

"I'm glad to know you're hungry." he said.  "I may have overcooked a bit but it's alright.  Atleast, I know you'll be well fed with the leftovers this week."  

"If it's as good as it smells there may not be any left." I said.  "Would you like me to open the gate?" 

"That would be great." he said, turning the vegetables on the grill. "I'll meet you in the middle." 

I fiddled with the latch on my side and swung the gate door open at the same time he did his. 

At the risk of sounding terribly cliche, it was like a moment in the moment where the two romantic leads finally see each other in a certain light. 

And in a way… it was. 

Despite the rather comical last twenty four hours or so… I had never really taken notice of Sef in this way. 

Handsome? 

Definitely. 

Talented? 

Without a doubt. 

But I had never really, really looked at him as a pontential partner. 

And I had to say… he was looking very good. 

A slow smile spread across his lips, "You look absolutely breathtaking." 

"Thank you." I said softly.  "You look very handsome, yourself." 

And he most certainly did. 

He'd opted for a green button down that made his skin tone positively glow against it as well as matching his eyes incredibly well. 

I was also very pleased to see that he hadn't completely changed back into his human form. 

He was caught somewhere in between. 

The legs were gone, replaced by his long tail and little scales dotted his skin here and there. 

His eyes were the same beautiful color but if you looked closely you could see that the pupil of the eye was enlongated a bit. 

Apparently, I had been quite too long and mistook my admiration for gawking. 

"I, uh, I hope this is alright." he said gesturing towards his tail. 

"Oh!" I started, shocked and perhaps a little embarassed that I'd made him uncomfortable.  "Of- of course! Whatever you are most comfortable with.  I, um, well I was just admiring you was all.  I didn't mean to stare.  You just… you look very handsome tonight and I was a little taken." 

He smiled softly but only broke out into a laugh as I bumbled through my words again. 

"Not to say that you're aren't always handsome! You are! You always have been! I mean, you know that.  You see yourself in the mirror every day.  Oh god, someone please shoot me to put me out of my misery.  Excuse me while I go crawl under a rock and die now."  

He erupted into further laughter before he gently took my by the arms, "Relax, sweetheart.  It's quite the confidence boost to know that you're so taken." 

"Oh, great.  As if your ego needed anymore inflating." I said before I could stop myself. 

The smile turned into a fond little smirk, "Ah, there's that sassy mouth I love so much." 

"Excuse me?  You enjoy ridicule?" I asked. 

He laughed, "It's not ridicule. It's your duality.  I love that you are both sweet and salty. It's my favorite kind of snack actually." 

In favor of my thundering heart, that I have no doubt he could hear judging by the deepening smirk on his face… I chose to ignore to the double meaning to those words. 

Instead, I chose to prissily turn my nose up, "It's very rude to call your date salty, you know." 

"Oh, would you prefer sweet and sour?  That's another flavor combination I'm partial to.  I just love devouring things that dance on my tongue." 

My heart felt as if it were going to burst from my chest and I narrowed my eyes into slits when he actually doubled over in laughter. 

"I am so not your friend anymore." I said, huffing and turning away from him. 

It was all playful, of course. 

He was riling me up and despite the fact that my body was betraying me, I couldn't deny that I loved his attention. 

"Oh, come now." he whispered into my ear and I almost choked. "Don't be cross with me. I was only teasing.  It's just my nature." 

In his nature, indeed. 

His arms wrapped around me as well as his tail, "But you are correct about one thing." 

Curiosity having gotten the better of me, I turned in his embrace to lock eyes with him, "What's that?" 

"I don't want to be your friend." he said. 

My brows furrowed in indignation. 

"I want to be much, much more than that." he said, a twinkle in his eye again. 

I slipped out of his embrace after deciding that I needed to give my nervous system a break from his infuriatingly intoxicating presence. 

"Go finish the food." I said sternly. 

"Yes, ma'am." he said, bowing dramatically and slithering back to the grill. 

I huffed again and I could hear him snort in the background….but I would sooner fling myself off a cliff than give him the satisfaction. 

I soon lost myself in fussing over the area I had prepared for us. 

Earlier I'd made quite the little paradise in the best spot in the garden. 

I'd set up the projector and brought every pillow I owned outside under what I called the fairy grove. 

Twisting vines and twinkling lights. 

It was magical. 

"Where should I put these?" 

I turned to see him standing there with trays of food in his arms and a small bar cart trailing behind him being pulled by his tail. 

It would seem that it was quite dextrous. 

Interesting. 

I shook the thought from my head before I could start drooling.  

"Just there." I said pointing to an open spot while I fretted over the set up. 

"Just relax." he whispered in my ear.  "There's no need to be so tense.  If you're trying to impress me, just know that I've been impressed since the moment I saw you.  I just want to spend time with you." 

And for some reason, my stress just slid off my shoulders. 

We ate- his skills as a chef were truly unmatched. 

We drank- he hadn't been lying about being a bartender. 

We laughed- he was incredibly funny with a sharp wit. 

Before I knew it, we were laid out, stomachs full and smiles on our faces as we watched the movie. 

We'd long since turned the volume down and decided to provide our own dialogue. 

He'd just finished making it seem as if the lead role was headed in for his routine colonoscopy causing me to fling myself backwards across the pillows in a fit of laughter. 

He laughed before laying back and joining me. 

We stared up at the night sky through the canopy of leaves and soft twinkling fairy lights. 

"You know, I've always thought this was the best spot in your garden." he said. 

"Thank you." I said before blinking, "Hold on.  You've never been in this spot of my garden.  You've never even been in my garden before." 

He gave a long that I could only describe as a child having been found out when they were being naughty. 

"Well, that's not exactly true…" he said. 

"Oh?" I asked. "Been trespassing have you?" 

I wasn't necessarily accusing him… though I was curious as to what might've provoked him to scale not only his gate but mine as well. 

"Kind of." he said.  "But you've actually seen me many, many times. You've even given me snacks and placed me in sunny places on particularly chilly days." 

"What are you talking about?" I asked. 

He sighed and before my eyes he transformed yet again into a tiny green garden snake. 

I gasped, "My little friend…" 

He slithered towards me and gently nudged my hand with his head until I ran my fingers over his scales. 

He changed back and looked at me sheepishly, "Honestly, I never meant to invade your privacy.   I've just always thought you had such a beautiful garden and, of course, you are possibly the most lovely creation in here.  I just… wanted to get closer to you. I didn't exactly have the confidence." 

I was shocked. 

"I've told you many, many secrets like that." I whispered. 

"And they're still just as safe with me as they were when you thought I was just a little snake." he pressed. 

"But why?" I asked.  "If you were so taken then why not just talk to me?" 

He chuckled, "Love, for all my pompous ego of mine… I am really no different than any man. I see a beautiful person and I am just as scattered and flustered as the rest of them."  

"What's changed then?" I asked out of curiosity.  "Forty eight hours ago, we weren't exactly chummy." 

"I've known for a long time that I wanted you, darling." he said. "But in my time of need, when you didn't particularly like me… you helped and it was that that told me everything that I ever needed to know about you. I wasn't afraid of asking anymore.  I was more afraid of not asking… and letting the opportunity slip away." 

I was quite then. 

Pondering all he'd told me. 

Here I'd thought it was simply a neighbor version of 'and they were roommates' but it was so much more. 

"There is this thing with creatures of my breed, the Scalenes, The Cobraeans." he said.   "Our animal counterparts don't always hold true to it but those of us who live between the two worlds of human and animal.  We're born with two eyes, two ears, many things in twos.  But we're only born with one heart… because we're supposed to find the other.  I… I think I've found that with you." 

I simply stared at him for a moment. 

Perhaps a moment too long because he seemed to be panicking a little. 

"Uh… could you say something?" he said before looking down at his lap, eyes widening.  "I don't think you're freaked out.  You're hearts not racing but your eyes are dilated. Oh my goddess, I've gone and thrown you into shock! By Medusa's gaze! Nice going, Sef! You've gone and-" 

His sudden monologue was cut short by my laughter and he whirled around to look at me. 

"Sorry, sorry." I said. "I just - you're quite funny when it's you having the come apart." 

He narrowed his eyes at me slightly. 

"I reveal my feelings to you and you laugh at me." he chuckled.  "Wow." 

"Oh, come now." I said with a mischeivious smirk of my own. 

He gave me a deadpan look, "It's not nice to toy with a man's libido after scaring the life out of him." 

I smirked, "And I thought you liked my duality." 

"Well the sour I get but I've yet to see the sweetness." he pouted. 

"Aw, I'm sorry." I said, playfully rolling my eyes.  "Whatever, can I do to make it better? Would you like a hug?  Perhaps, a cuddle?" 

"Not enough." he pouted childishly, already long over it but definitely gonna milk it for what it was worth. 

That much I could tell already.  

"You made my blood run cold I was so scared." he accused. 

"You're Scalene.  Your blood is always cold." I teased. 

He huffed but I could tell he wasn't finished, "The only way this absolute injustice could possibly be righted is by a kiss." 

I pretended to ponder it just for the sake of toying with him. 

"I could…"I trailed off, bringing my lips dangerously close to his, ghosting them against each other. 

He chased after me as I pulled away. 

"Tease." he hissed at me. 

I giggled ridiculously, "Perhaps, I have Scalene in my bloodline somewhere.  Teasing seems to be in my nature as well." 

He narrowed his eyes but the smile playing about his lips gave him away. 

I dramatically clasped my hands together in consideration, "I could give you a kiss to mend this obvious discontent I've bestowed upon you.  But perhaps, I've been too cruel.  Perhaps, it's not enough." 

He softened thinking I was serious, "Darling, you don't have to.  I was only playing." 

I winked at him, "Oh but I do.  I have giving you saltiness and sourness.  So now I shall give you something very sweet." 

I pulled him into a kiss that seemed to suck the very life from him. 

He was easy to roll over as I straddled him. 

"And now perhaps, I'll let you have that snack after all." I said flicking the bottom of my dress at his face. 

The man looked like it was Christmas Day and Santa Clause himself had arrived to give him his presents. 

And that is how two quarreling neighbors ended up finding the other heart they'd always been searching for. 

Fifteen years later and we're still together. 

We tore down our fence and built out two homes together into one just as we did with our own lives. 

Tore down the walls we'd both had around our hearts and built a new one together. 

Entwined together forever. 

And it all started with a favor. 

—--- 

For my darling @thickemadame : I do hope I've done this justice and that you forgive me for taking so long.  I know it's not very smutty but I got caught up in the fluff of it all and I hope there was enough saucy bits to keep you happy.  All my love, darling. 

—-

Hey, loves! I hope you liked it! I'm trying out new content styles! If you liked, it please let me know!

Love, K

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“We're born with two eyes, two ears, many things in twos.  But we're only born with one heart… because we're supposed to find the other.  I… I think I've found that with you.”

AHHHHHH I LOVE ITBSO MUCH

and they’re still together years later!! What does their future together look like???

I’m so happy there was more to this series! Your monster fics and the era they were from will always have a special place in my heart, as your monsters were my firsts!!

I keep thinking about the movie Piggy where the killer kills the cute chubby girl's bullies and I kinda wanna write blurbs about our favorite slashers doing something similar.

Because I love that as a story so much.

Omg wait would you???? That’s my sadistic dream come true 😭😭