replace it self

“jealousy is healthy in a relationship though! at least you know they care!” like i mean sure but #1 it’s not healthy, and #2 it’s not healthy when you’re irrational jealousy is uncontrollable and even occurs when your fp is talking to their fucking family and you feel replaced by family. even when they’re falling asleep at night on the phone and you get angry and upset bc you feel like sleep is more important to them than you are to them, even though sleep is necessary and cannot be avoided it when you’re exhausted. and even though you’re so self aware of how you are being you still cannot help the way you feel. it’s a nightmare

Arranged Affairs.

Genre: Smut + Angst

Pairing: Reader x Jimin [College AU!] 

Request: Smut with fuckboy! Jimin who cheats on his girlfriend.   

Word Count: 1.5k-ish

Originally posted by gotjimin

With the taste of his lips against yours, you’re on a high. Everything forgotten and lost except for his body pressing against yours in such a delicious friction that makes your lips part as a moan escapes from them. You can’t help but crave for more, hands going to tug at his hair as his lips graze your jaw, slowly moving to your neck to etch deep marks in it. 

He slowly walks you towards the closet in his room, not wanting to use the bed, and you know the reason why as well. But you can’t seem to care, at least not as long as he’s filling you with enough pleasure to keep you intoxicated. To keep you just on the verge of begging for more. 

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russianspacegeckosexparty  asked:

Do you mind helping elaborate why/how the concept(s) of landlords, "bosses" and "full-time jobs" would become obsolete in a solarpunk society? I'm having trouble putting it into a concise framework

*cracks knuckles*

So, most of this boils down to “Because solarpunk is anticapitalist,” but the precise reason why that’s the answer for each of these categories is different.

Full Time Jobs

Starting with Full Time Jobs, because that’s easy: They’re already obsolete. Almost every job is designed to wind up being more work than it needs to be. Office workers tend only to work about 3 out of the 8 hours they spend at their desk every day. Most aspects of the built environment are made far more fragile than necessary, sustaining industries to replace them more often. Between self-driving vehicles (already better than human drivers & only improving) and rapidly improving mechanisms of generalized manufacture (3D printers, laser cutters, maker spaces) the transportation industry – which is something like 30 percent of ALL the jobs – is on borrowed time.

Right now, though, our whole economic system is organized around the idea that people prove their right to basic resources by performing labor for the benefit of somebody who already has a lot of capital. Unemployment is creeping up, and it’s not likely to stop in any meaningful way, but the capitalist class do have an interest in making sure there are enough jobs: people with too little material support and too much free time start revolutions.

If our society gave people resources to survive not in exchange for their labor for a capitalist, but as a basic consideration for their right to live in relative comfort, massive segments of the society’s work force would go from resisting methods for reducing their labor (which currently compromises their ability to eat food and sleep under a roof) to actively pursuing them.

People would still work, because work is necessary to do things like make sure food shows up and the internet doesn’t shut off and there will be people who want those things enough for themselves and those they care about to do that work. And a lot of people would find work just doing what they enjoy doing, because when you aren’t wiped out from spending a third of your life per week working (or trying to convincingly pretend to work) it gets to a point where sitting still until it’s time to fall asleep is really boring.

“Full time” work under an ideal outcome of solarpunk would be working as much as you want to contribute, and as a group until the task is done. The idea that everyone should be arranging to spend about half their waking time doing some kind of job-shaped thing will evaporate.


People will explore a huge diversity of ways to organize the completion of complex projects in a system such as the one I just described. Some of those will probably resemble bosses. But in a society where your needs are provided for you on the basis that you’re a person and you deserve to be extended basic human rights, then you can always walk away. The power that a boss leverages in this world – the power to withhold the means by which you feed yourself – doesn’t exist under these conditions, so they have no coercive leverage. Ideally the only reason someone would ever be “in charge” of a project is that the people involved all agree that that person is the best at coordinating labor and is the most competent to tell folx what to do for that project.

But their status as a project leader, and your status as a ‘subordinate’ (for lack of a better term), is limited to that project and genuinely subject to both of your consent.

And that’s only in one of the less interesting ways of organizing a complicated project: there are a lot of potential structures that might not even admit to analogy to a capitalist labor hierarchy.


Listen: Fuck landlords. Come the revolution landlords should be one of the first groups against the wall. Anyone who would keep a shelter empty while people sleep on the streets just because they want to leverage it to extort capital is a monster. If you own property you don’t live in it should be seized. If you resist you should be shot. Fuck landlords.

I hope that helped.

EDIT: it was brought to my attention that this came across as hostile to people who are leveraging the assets they have in the form of property to survive capitalism. To clarify, I mean specifically landlords who use their position to build a growing base of income, particularly over large properties. If you’re doing what you have to do to survive with the assets you have, I don’t think you should be shot.

                            “What is it you wanted to ask me?”
                                “Never mind, I figured it out.”

                                     a girl meets world au in which shawngela is endgame 

On December 8th, 2001, Riley Matthews (Rowan Blanchard) was brought into the New World, and, with her, Shawn Hunter (Rider Strong), as the new travel writer and photographer for the “Hit The Road” website. Leaving New York City that same day, Shawn closed the door to the Old World for good, while visiting his two friends and their family every now and then. 

A couple months later, Angela Moore (Trina McGee), now a freelance journalist, arrives to the city with a military husband across the sea and a newborn baby in tow. Living only a couple blocks down from the Matthew house in Greenwich Village, Angela reunites with her old friends and Riley and Angela’s daughter, Aria (Yara Shahidi), grow up together. 

Riley, with her goofy and caring nature balances out Aria’s more quiet, yet strong-willed one. The two form a bond that can withstand anything that tries to tear them apart, even the death of Aria’s father when they were 11, leaving Aria distant and somewhat cold to those who love her. She let out the anger she felt from the loss of her father through writing, which she only shared with Riley, and her and her mom slowly moved on. 

Shawn moved back to the city when the girls were 13, having been located there for “Hit The Road”. He fits right back in with his old friends, becoming a great uncle to Riley and Auggie, and reforming his relationship with Angela. Though not together, the two remain good friends and Shawn develops a close relationship with Aria. He even becomes a mentor to her when the girls are in high school and Aria expresses interest in writing for the school’s literary magazine. 

Though throughout the years, the lines between who they are now and who they were in high school start to blur as Shawn and Angela grow closer. They give dating another try and, like the ocean against a beach, the two collide right back into each other in the only way they know how. A year later, Shawn proposes, and Aria, though still holding onto her father, accepts Shawn into their life with open arms. 

Meanwhile, Riley and Aria are still trying to figure out where they fit in this New World. And in the bay window are their friends, Farkle Minkus, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, and Isadora Smackle, helping each other pave the way to their futures.

Spoonie Sigils: Sigil #18:
‘Good Health’

hey everyone, here’s the next spoonie sigil - it’s just general one promoting good health.. Hopefully it’ll help boost everyone’s health and keep us ticking over! If you have any ideas for future spoonie sigils, let me know!

Remember, as with everything on this blog, this is not intended to replace your normal medical or self care routine, just to be used as well as. Always consult your doctor if you have any concerns with your heath!

MariChat May
Day 11: Aged Up Marinette
Words: 691

Chat Noir isn’t going to lie, he doesn’t know how timelines work, and the idea of time traveling and all the rippling effects of it will make his brain hurt if he thinks to hard.

Time travel the future affects the outcome of the past which alters the future which alters the next past which happens on and on and on and on forever and he’s not sure when exactly timelines ‘switch’ maybe when you go back in time (again?)

If you go back in time when you go back to the future would you be back in your old timeline? Or would you stay in the one you’re in? Is time travel actually just jumping between the infinite alternate universes? If you go back in time does your future self replace the past and vice versa or does your past self simply meld with you and cease to exist? If you were to replace yourself in the past and you went to the future when the past catches up with the future would you-

His head hurts.

So he stops thinking about it and focuses on the task at hand.

In hand?

Well he’s technically in her hands but it doesn’t matter because right now he’s looking at a short haired terrifyingly strong Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She’s carrying him bridal style like it’s no problem, which is sending his heart into spirals.

She’s straight up muscular, he can feel the firmness of her arms and stomach and the way she’s filled out a bit more. If her arms are more defined then so are her legs and likely her butt. He can’t see it right now-

“Future kitty told me what you’re thinking right now… and if you try I’ll break your nose.”

Chat flinches at being caught and looks at her knowing smirk, her threat is actually… really… hot?

Is he okay?

“Chat told me about those thoughts too so shut it.” Marinette isn’t actually angry. Just smiling down at him as though it’s no issue that he’s thinking terrible things about her.

“Can-can you put me down?” he asks quietly.

‘Please don’t please don’t please don’t.’

“Do you actually want me to?” she has laughter in her eyes and he quietly curses himself for being so honest in the future.

‘No no no no no no no no.’


She sets him down and he takes a moment to make sure his legs will support him. They’re shaky, but functional and he finally looks up at her. She smiles, then pinches his nose and rolls her eyes,

“God I miss when Chat used to blush like this, now I have to try too hard.”

Chat tries not to think about what ‘trying too hard’ might entail.

Marinette leaves him alone then, walking into her kitchen with a grace that doesn’t escape him. She seems so confident, so sure of herself that Chat has no doubt Paris is even safer now than it was with her currently… years ago. Then?

He stops thinking about it.

She does something in the kitchen, then comes out with two glasses of water and sets one down on the coffee table.

“You can detransform you know… I know who you are.” she says, eyeing him with a barely subdued grin.

“No.” he says automatically. The second skin is the constant assurance that he needs in a situation as stressful as this one.

Marinette nods, and takes a sip of her water staring out the window.

“I know he’s okay, but I’m frustrated I can’t do anything.”

It surprises Chat that Ladybug worries about him at all, like of course she does now… (then?) But he never thought he’d see bags under her eyes or lines on her face, or the way she anxiously strokes her glass with her thumb.

He wonders if older Chat’s hands could fit around hers, and stroke his thumb against the back of her hand to soothe her worries.

When he tries their hands are about the same size but the feeling is conveyed because the smile she gives him is absolutely heart melting.

“You really are the same, kitty.”