hey idk which anxious pre-t babe needs to hear this but i didn't get to when i was younger so. testosterone will not make you ugly. it won't make you a horrible person. it won't 'mutilate' or ruin your body. if you want to go on testosterone then literally all that happens is it makes you really fucking hot and REALLY fucking happy.

Idk if I already sent this in or if it glitches out and didn’t send but I found this on pinterest:

OH MY FUCKING GOD STORYTIME REAL QUICK EVERYONE SIT DOWN. OKAY SO I SAW THIS ALREADY LIKE A WEEK AGO SO I WENT INTO THIS PERSONS DMS TO ASK THEM TO TAKE IT DOWN BC I LITERALLY DONT ALLOW REPOSTS AT ALL. AND THEN THEY ACCEPTED THE REQUEST. SO I WAS LIKE OK GOOD THEYRE CIVILIZED. WE'RE GONNA SORT THIS OUT. BUT THEN THEY LEFT ME ON READ. AND THEN THEY FUCKING BLOCKED ME??????????????????????? LIKE?????????????????????? THE FUCKING AUDACITY????????????????????????

I saw a bunch of posts saying - what if Crowley and Aziraphale were female-presenting and Crowley was played by Catherine Tate?

And honestly I'd be down for it but....

What if Alex Kingston played Aziraphale?

highly sought after

wc: 651

notes: this is not crack but perhaps more like crack's bastard nephew-cousin or something. i got tired of not writing and decided to enjoy myself and knock out a 15-min sprint instead :) hopefully more to follow since i would LIKE to do this every night however. enjoy? enjoy.

summary:

Cody and Fox have some nice relaxing bonding together. OR: what if you had a line of plushes marketed after you and all the people around you were shiteating smartasses

cross-posted to ao3

“These items are highly sought after,” Cody said dryly, keeping his eyes forward and his hands behind his back.

A furious-sounding pause followed.

“You’re fucking with me,” Fox said through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to punch his fist through the flimsy glass wall in front of him, brows furrowed in a deep scowl and teeth bared. Cody amused himself for a few seconds by imagining Fox with a ruff of raised spines like a massiff’s doing a threat display.

“Commander,” Cody said, injecting his voice with as much solemnity as he could muster on short notice and while fighting off the shit-eating grin that was threatening, “I have never told a falsehood in my life.”

“You motherfucker,” Fox hissed. He looked like he was about to pop a vein. His eyes were glazed with fury and his grip was tight enough to whiten his knuckles.

“Their value may very well be unsurpassable.” Cody clasped Fox on the shoulder firmly, eyes still fixed straight ahead.

In front of him, Fox lost his tenuous grip on CC-3636 Commander Wolffe™ Grand Army of the Republic ActionPlush®! The top-heavy stuffed toy, with its gray-painted stuffed felt helmet the same size as the rest of the body, tumbled back to the bottom of its prison.

Fox howled in inarticulate rage.

Cody squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly in encouragement. “You’ll get him nex—”

“You jinxed me!” Fox batted at Cody’s hand on his shoulder and jabbed his thumb at the green “go” button again and again, furiously goading it into whirring back to life. The tickets Cody had indulgently fed into it five minutes ago were good for one more round.

“Better make it count,” Cody said pleasantly, unmoved by Fox’s elbow bruising the tender spot just below his floating ribs. “Better get it in one shot.”

“Not. One. Word.” Fox’s growl nearly vibrated the ground under their feet and his face was starting to approach the “alarming” side of the spectrum of blotchy maroon. He slowly inhaled, like a sniper about to line up a shot, and leaned forward until his nose was pressed against the glass.

The mechanism jerked to life. The rubber-tipped claws opened and closed, testing, as Fox toggled the squeaky joystick with infinitesimal adjustments. It lowered. Fox let out all his breath in one long, slow exhale, letting the claws close around the bulbous head of their vod. The felt dimpled slightly. It lifted.

It held.

Fox didn’t waver for a second, smoothly guiding the claw back to the corner where the chute lay waiting. Cody found himself nearly leaning forward to match. Fox wasn’t breathing any longer: his hands were still enough to make a CMO jealous, and his face was completely smooth, like an ARC about to take an impossible shot.

The claws jerked open. Cody preemptively winced—but against all odds, the misshapen plush toy managed to fall at just the right angle into the nearly too-small chute—none of the legs caught, as they had the first time, and the head was angled just so it didn’t bounce off the side and back into its glass cage, as it had the fifth time, and the felt scrap blaster held outstretched in one spherical “hand” didn’t even make the toy jam halfway down the chute, as it had the eighth time.

A soft thup heralded their vod’s arrival. Fox let loose a primal howl of exultant triumph, voice nearly cracking with its pitch and volume. Cody discretely winced, then held open the flap of the machine so Fox could reach in and grab his bounty.

“What now?” Cody asked when Fox had the plush Wolffe in his hand, pretending to throttle its nearly non-existent neck for imagined crimes.

“Now I wait until the 104th is docked at Coruscant again,” Fox said with a smile that displayed every one of his pearly whites.

Hanging out downtown and just saw someone who threatened me with a weapon a few years back panning for change and my big dumb stupid ass is genuinely debating if they'd recognize me if I brought them a drink fgvcfgcfgvchjnjk

They just have this kind of relationship

ocs: Romeo (he/him) and Angel (xe/xem)

Protective Dick and Bad Parent Bruce short fic:

Dick, calmly glancing at Batman, leans forward in his chair. The other man shifts his weight at the sight of his oldest.

Dick's eyes narrow as he grabs the file in front of him. He leans back and opens the folder upon his lap. Depicted in cruel clarity are brusies, broken bones, cuts, and other injuries on three separate individuals. It seems the evidence has been collected over a period of time.

Bruce's eyes regard his son as he flicks between each photo. If the man was asked before this confrontation, he would have guessed that Dick's anger would have gotten the better of him. The son would react physically before allowing Bruce to explain. Batman even had contingencies in place to ensure Dick was contained in that instance.

Instead, no emotion is shown on his face. Dick Grayson regards the file as if it were a school assigned reading.

Finally, the young man closes the file and glances up at his father.

"Bruce."

Although Dick's tone is impassive, there's considerable implications in that word.

Did you think this was justified? It wasn't just me? How long?

Bruce remains silent.

Dick purses his lips and nods. Of course the man would refrain from speaking. That is his MO, after all.

Similar to how Bruce reverts back to stony silences, it seems Dick will always revert back to his angry Robin days.

He picks up his chair and slams it into Bruce's gut.

unemployment hell 🤝

on all levels but physical I am gifting you a hot chocolate and a soft blanket, beloved

I would love nothing more

oooo new anti Endo syscourse blog hiya!!! :33

here's two takes for ya:

the comfort, safety and healing of people with a debilitating trauma caused disorder (DID/OSDD) is more important than the inclusion of people who claim to have something exclusive to them (systems/alters) but want to be us

endos harm newly discovered systems by making them think that they actually don't have trauma if they don't remember it and just have quirky special guy experiences instead of an actual disability

hello!! it's so hard to find anti-endo blogs on here lol- i agree with both these takes tbh, i think endos are really harmful to the community, both due to them spreading misinformation and also due to how they over take a lot of the "resources" we have. by resources i mostly mean our communities and apps (simply plural is a good example of this, its pro-endo which is so frustrating but its one of the only good system app we could find). as its hard to find system spaces that don't include endos and even harder to find places that are both safe and anti-endo (as some anti endo spaces can be very iffy too, much like pro-endo spaces). and the rampant misinformation that is usually spread by endos is disgusting. especially when targeted towards newly discovered systems or just any vulnerable system that could genuinely fall for their tricks and lies to us endos are weirdos, they claim to not have a disability yet still use the terms that are related to that disability (alters, headmates, systems, ect) and they also try force themselves into our communities?? its a lot like those people on tiktok who call themselves "delulu" (spelling might be wrong) or something despite not having delusions. it makes no sense and honestly feels very ableist not to mention the amount of terms (especially ramcoa terms) they've taken over (like system hopping and system resets, which were both originally ramcoa terms that they stole) (sorry if this doesn't make much sense / is repeated a lot, its like 4am right now lol)

people will be like "yes pathetic men!!" and then the moment someone's like "yeah I'd fuck gilear" they flip

my personal theory of why characters like james bond and indiana jones and batman and the line cook in bear are sexy is that that particular rogue archetype combines working class male attributes of physical violence and manual labour with a bourgeoise genteelness so middle class viewers don't have to deal with the cognitive dissonance of finding male labouring bodies hot but not wanting to fuck poor people

i feel like. this week calls for a bsdwan rewatch. hmmm

hey. what are some games that will let me kill and eat people. asking for a friend (me)

haunted mansion 2023 is such a moviegoing experience. you walk into this halloween movie in early august and don't expect much except that it will maybe be funny (expecting same kind of situation as haunted mansion 2003) and instead you immediately are confronted with a movie that is at its core about grief and learning how to live with and lean on others while dealing with that grief, a genuinely touching example of found family, danny devito, and a few really good moments of real honest suspense with scares that make you jump. AND it's actually funny

New crush unlocked: Roger Daltrey

WHY AND HOW ARE HIS ARMS SO MUSCULAR!?

(same question for Robert too)

...... mehhhh personal complaining in the tags (tw illness)