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Many people don't realize this but Bruce never neglected Tim. I love that okay Tim he was a frustrated Robin who went through shit dealing with Batman I might be getting that wrong too though because I don't have access to the comics but I've been reading what I can BUT Tim was never neglected as a Robin. I see how many people heavily mischaracterize the Batfam members, from making Bruce a shitty and abusive dad even though he just isn't that good at communicating, to making Dick a pushover and making his ass his whole personality, and uwu-ifying Tim and making Jason the 'angry' robin even though that mf was a boy scout as a Robin.
HOWEVER.
Tim Drake who just fucking gets so sick of everyone's shit. Batfam supporter to the day I die I do not hate any of them however I am not an apologist. I can recognize when a character is wrong because even though they're fictional they're still human. Tim sick of Batman just taking his help for granted. Alfred who sees what's going on despite being a solid rock in the past and not doing anything about it. Jason seemingly hating Tim simply because he is his successor and Damian hating Tim because he is his successor. Dick who is at best lukewarm with him. I'm not going to mention Steph, Cass, Duke, or even Helena because as far as I know they haven't really done enough I'm still pretty new to DCU and was introduced through spider-man crossovers but from what I've seen in some tim-centric fics he has it ROUGH. Tim who just is so fucking tired that he just says fuck it Bruce doesn't need me anymore I'll do my own shit elsewhere and see if I ever do shit for you guys again and watching the Batfam fall apart with Tim because HE was the one who pulled Bruce's head out of his ass when Jason died. HE was the one who basically had to take care of this grown-ass man so that he didn't fucking keel over when he was THIRTEEN. He was the one who had to stop Bruce from using such excessive force against petty criminals. HE was the one who sucked it up when Jason came for his ass in the Titan's Tower because hey he'd be pretty upset if he was forcibly brought back to life to find someone else had taken his spot. and this is his favorite Robin we're talking about! HE was the one who dealt with Jason's bullshit after everything was said and done and was one of the only members of the family to treat him normally. HE was the one who refused to give up on Bruce after he 'died' and went through so much trauma for YEARS and dealt with Ra's bullshit. He literally had his spleen removed leaving him immunocompromised. He ISOLATED himself from the people he cared about for BRUCE. He literally traveled through time for him. And on top of all that, he had his Robin mantle forcibly taken from him and given to this assassin child who hates him. And actively tries to kill him. Plus Dick think he was absolutely crazy all the time, which, yeah, fair enough. I might be wrong but didn't he successfully clone Superboy? That's some crazy person shit DIDN'T HE MAKE OUT WITH SUPERBOY'S EX THINKING ABOUT HIM? that's some crazy homosexual shit that I won't be tapping into today.
So, yeah, excuse Tim if he's just finally so done with everything and everyone.
#dc comics#dc universe#dcu#batfam#batman#tim drake#red robin#he's so done#let him snap#let him rest#let him be happy#let him live#and#let him sleep#me personally#I would've taken the easy route and just died#I'm surprised he hasn't tried#or has he#they could never make me hate you time drake#they could never make me hate you batfam#but i will be hating just this once#anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk
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Hearts and Handcuffs
Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female Reader Oneshot
This fic is for @targaryen-dynasty Sleepover Challenge. I was given the Second Chance Trope and Prompt of “you make a sound it’s game over”. This is what my filthy, little, Aemond simpin' brain came up with. Enjoy!
If there’s anything worse than breaking up with your boyfriend right before Valentine’s Day, you don’t know what it is. But you're willing to accept his apology if you can have things your way.
Word Count: 4677
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, profanity, lots of praise, Aemond being a good boy.
Aemond Targaryen Masterlist
“If there’s anything worse than breaking up with your boyfriend right before Valentine’s Day, you don’t know what it is.”
That’s what you think as you lie in bed, trying to find the will to drag yourself away from its cozy warmth. Checking your phone, you see it’s after noon already. You stayed up too late, trying to distract yourself, not wanting to crawl into an empty bed before crying yourself to sleep.
Finally, you force yourself to get up, heading to the kitchen to make coffee and scrolling through your phone while you wait. Once again, you push down the disappointment of not seeing a text from Aemond. After setting your phone aside, you grab the first mug your hand finds from the cabinet and fill it.
Grimacing after your first sip, you feel like everything hates you. Your phone hates you because there are no texts or calls from him; the coffee hates you because it tastes better when he makes it; even your mug is a reminder of him, a silly gift he bought for you.
You and Aemond haven’t spoken at all—nothing since he walked out of your apartment. Since then, you've replayed the argument over and over in your mind.
Last weekend, you were supposed to go to a friend’s party, but the moment Aemond shows up at your place, you know something is wrong. He’s clearly stressed and angry, despite insisting he’s fine. No amount of asking can get him to tell you what is bothering him, though he does admit he’s in no mood to go to the party, which is fine with you; you're okay with skipping it.
While you make a couple of suggestions about what to do instead, his arms wrap around you, cupping your ass in his big hands as he buries his face against your skin, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, making it clear what he wants to do.
You know if this continues, soon you will be naked, with his face buried between your legs, eating your pussy until your legs tremble and you are soaked and squirming. Then he’s going to slide that big, beautiful cock of his in and fuck you hard, just the way you like it, giving you a mind-shattering orgasm that makes your toes curl.
Most of the time, Aemond is a wonderful boyfriend. He’s thoughtful and sweet; he remembers the little things that you like, and he likes to surprise you with cute little gifts. But he frustrates you with his continued inability to open up and really talk to you.
“Aemond, no,” you say tenderly against the side of his head.
"Hmm, I want you so bad, kitten," he mutters between wet kisses against your skin, just below your ear, as his hands knead your ass cheeks.
Working your hands up against his chest, you gently, but firmly, push against him. “I mean it, stop." Your tone is stronger this time.
Aemond pauses, lifting his head back to look at you, confused. His arms go around your waist, keeping you close to him as he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“You're angry. You’re upset about something, but as usual, you won’t talk to me.”
Sighing before he responds, “It’s just family stuff again that I don’t want to think about right now.”
Looking up at him, you frown. “So, I’m a good distraction. Is that what you’re saying?”
His mouth fills with surprise at your question, and he lets go of your waist and takes a step back. Shaking his head, he said, “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“So what am I?” you ask. “I'll talk to you. I trust you enough to tell you things all of the time, but you still won’t open up to me.”
Aemond looks away from you, running his hand through his hair and pressing his lips together in a tight line. He waits a moment before he says, “Please don’t do this now. Everything is fine; we’re fine.”
“No, we’re not fine if you don’t think enough of me to talk to me.” Wanting some distance between the two of you, you walk over to the kitchen counter.
Aemond comes over to stand behind you, his large hands splayed, resting on your hips, pulling you back against him while he rests his chin on top of your head. You can feel his heat along your back and the growing hardness of his cock up against your ass.
The sexual attraction between the two of you is insane; it has been there since the moment you met. He’s all sharp angles and lean hardness that you love. He adores your softer curves. Opposites that fit together perfectly, and he’s very good at using your weakness for him to get his way.
‘But not this time,’ you think.
“Aemond, I’m not just your little fuck-toy to get your frustrations out on.” You say this as you lean forward, bracing your hands on the countertop. “And if that’s all I am to you, this relationship is going nowhere.”
His fingers dig into your hip for a second before he lets go, stepping back with an angry huff. You hear him mutter, “I don’t need this," under his breath. When he moves to a place where you can see him, you both stare at each other for a moment. Your heart sinks, and a knot forms in your stomach at how angry he looks right now.
‘You know what? If that’s what you think, then you’re right; we’re going nowhere."
“Aemond,” you plead as he turns, his long white blond hair swaying as he storms out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Your coffee’s gone cold by now, and you tell yourself that you need to quit going over this again and again. But you can’t because you were really falling for him.
You understand that he is naturally more reserved, and that’s fine, but you know there is a lot he keeps bottled up. His family is dysfunctional, and he has no closeness with his father. You think his family issues make him crave control, making it difficult for him to trust and open up. A childhood accident damaged his eye and scarred his face, and you’ve sensed that he tries to hide his insecurities with a bit of a bad boy assertive demeanor that you find irresistible. Despite his issues and flaws, no one has ever made you feel so special or wanted.
‘Do not think about the sex,’ you groan inwardly as you think back to how quickly he figured out what you craved—mind and body.
Someone knocking on your door finally pulls you out of your own head. When you cautiously crack the door open slightly, all you can see at first are roses. Finally, a face appears and says, “Delivery for Miss ___.”
“That’s me.”
The delivery person proceeds to hand you the biggest heart-shaped bouquet of roses you have ever seen. You can’t help the excitement you feel as you take the flowers over to the counter. Only one person you know would send you anything like this. Checking the card, it says,
I’m Sorry
Aemond
As the fragrance of roses begins to surround you, you exhale with relief and smile. While you’re still staring in wonder at the beautiful bouquet, your phone goes off, the ringtone telling you immediately that it’s Aemond.
You try to calm yourself with a deep breath before answering.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he responds, his voice lacking his usual confidence. “You got the flowers?”
‘Uh, yes, they were delivered a little while ago.” You tell him. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
There is an awkward pause before he says, “I know I should have called or at least texted before today, but I needed to think, and I wanted to get my head straight before we talked.”
“Okay."
“Can I come over later?” He asks quietly. “If you’re not busy..."
“I’ll be here,” you respond simply.
“Okay, I’ll come by later.”
After you both say goodbye and end the call, you continue to stand at the counter, tapping your nails while you think. 'Well, that was awkward, and he sounded rattled.’
You already know that as long as he makes anything sounding like a sincere apology, you’re going to forgive him. You know your insatiable attraction for each other is a big part of your relationship, but you hope it can be more. You think he’s worth another chance. But you don't have to make it too easy on him, either. As you walk to your bedroom, a smile forms on your face as an idea starts to take shape. Before Aemond arrives, you have some things to do.
After showering, along with a quick pamper-me routine of shaving, nail polish, etc., you opt to keep it comfy, sticking with joggers and a t-shirt. If things go the way you hope, what you’re wearing underneath your clothes is more important. A brand new sheer bra and thong set will do nicely, you think. He may know your weaknesses, but you know how to push his buttons too.
While you wait for him, you start setting vases on the counter, wondering what you are going to do with so many roses. The bouquet is so pretty, you really hate to take it apart. Before you can start, you hear Aemond knock on the door. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, then answer.
He's standing there, dressed all in black, with his hair pulled up in a ponytail and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. You give him a quick "Hi," then step back to let him in. Walking back to the kitchen, you ask if you can get him anything.
“No, thanks. I’m good.” He comes over to the opposite side of the counter, and you see his eye widen slightly when he looks at the bouquet of roses he sent you. “Wow, that’s big.”
You can’t help but chuckle. “That’s one hundred roses, Aemond.” As you start to pull one of the roses from the arrangement, you say, “Thank you; they’re gorgeous.”
“You’re welcome,” he answers quietly. Shuffling his feet, he continues, “I went with one hundred because I figured I needed all the help I could get after the way I acted.”
His usual cool, borderline-cocky attitude is absent today, indicating his nervousness. You decide not to say anything; it’s his apology to make, and you’re not going to help him.
Finally taking his hands out of his pockets and resting them on the countertop, he exhales loudly and says, “I’m sorry for the other night. There’s no excuse for the way I acted, and I know I fucked up."
“I appreciate the apology, but I don’t understand why you won’t talk to me." You've been thinking about what you want to say to him since he called. This is an issue you can’t let go of. “There’s a big part of you that you keep closed off from me, and it started to make me wonder if you don’t trust me or what I am to you.”
“I realize that now,” he insists, looking at you intently. "I was selfish, and yes, you're right; I've been using you as a distraction. But I didn't mean it in a bad way.”
“How am I supposed to take finding out that I’m just a way for you to distract yourself from your problems?”
“My family is dysfunctional and tense; there’s always some bullshit going on.” Aemond leans across the counter and grabs your hand, holding it tightly. “But you make me forget about all of that. I’m happy when I’m with you, and I think I was trying to protect that.”
Any anger and hurt that you’ve felt fades with his words and sincere expression. You know he can see your face softening. Aemond comes around the end of the counter to stand next to you, never letting go of your hand, which he brings up to his lips for a kiss.
“I’m sorry for not opening up more; I’m sorry for getting angry the other night; and I’m sorry for ruining our first Valentine’s Day together.”
Seeing a little smile come to your face, he asks, “Am I forgiven and getting a second chance?” His arm goes around your waist, and you let him pull you closer while he picks up one of the roses and offers it to you. “Will you let me be your Valentine, kitten?”
His little smirky smile and use of the nickname he gave you indicate that he knows you'll forgive him, but you still want to have a little fun with him.
You give him a mischievous look as you tease, “Uhhh, I don’t know Aemond. I might need a little more convincing.”
“Hmm, will this convince you?” He tilts your chin up to place his lips over yours. It starts as a soft, sweet kiss that he gradually deepens. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers before really kissing you passionately. After several days apart, it’s a great reminder of how good of a kisser he is. When he finally breaks the kiss, he asks, “Convinced yet?”
“Mmm, getting there,” you respond. You know you’re being a bit of a brat, but you have a plan, and you just need him to say the right words.
Aemond chuckles softly. "I promise I’ll be better, and I’ll make it all up to you. I’ll do anything you want.”
He said the magic words you’ve been waiting to hear.
Your smile turns into a grin. “Ah, anything I want?”
Aemond sees the look in your eyes and asks, “What are you up to?”
As you brush the petals of the rose you've been holding along his jawline, you innocently answer, "If you want to be my Valentine, we're going to do it my way, Targaryen." Then you turn away from him and head towards your bedroom. Just before you go in, you pull your t-shirt over your head, dropping it on the floor outside your room.
It’s only a few seconds before Aemond leans against the doorframe, looking at you lounging on your bed in your joggers and black sheer bra. He picks up your shirt from the floor and lays it on a chair in your room. He then takes off his black leather jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. “Did you miss me, kitten?”
“That’s close enough. I told you we’re doing this my way.” Twirling the long-stemmed rose with your fingers, you chuckle, “You’re wearing too many clothes. I want to see you.”
His lips curve into a little smirk as he doesn’t hesitate to pull off his black hoodie. Aemond knows he has a great body, and he’s not shy about it. You enjoy the sight of his defined abs, broad shoulders, and slim waist.
“Keep going,” you encourage when he pauses after he toes off his shoes. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he unzips and lowers his black jeans, loving the sight of his pale skin contrasting with the dark fabric. You tell him, "Don't stop now," when he is down to his boxers.
Your mouth actually waters at the sight of him standing naked in front of you, all long limbs and lean, hard muscle, with patches of pale hair in the center of his chest and around the base of his cock. Even though his cock has yet to begin to harden, it’s a beautiful sight since he’s clearly bigger than average.
You get up and walk over to him, unable to resist gently dragging your fingertips down his chest. “Now get on the bed for me,” you tell him, indicating that he should take the spot you occupied a moment ago.
Once he’s settled on the bed, his back resting against the pillows you propped up, you sit on the edge of the bed next to him. His eye stares at your chest, drinking in the sight of your nipples visible through the thin mesh fabric.
“You’re being such a good boy for me,” you coo to him.
His brow arches slightly at that. This is a big switch for the two of you. Normally, he is the one who takes charge, and that’s fine because you love it. But today, you want something different.
You reach into the top drawer of your nightstand and lift out a pair of pink handcuffs along with the key, which you set down next to your lamp. Grinning at him, you ask, “Remember these? Today it’s your turn.”
You can see him hesitate, and you’re certain he’s never let anyone restrain him before. You lean in, kissing him gently. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to do it,” you remind him as you rest your forehead against his.
“You’re not still mad at me, right?”
You can’t help but giggle as you reassure him that you’re not mad.
“I trust you; go ahead,” he says, lifting his arms to let you attach the cuffs with the chain around one of the bars of your wrought iron bed. You make sure they’re not too tight around his slim wrists; you can keep them loose because, with his big hands, there’s no way he can slip them off.
“Now that I have you right where I want you, there’s just one rule you have to obey for me," you murmur against his skin as you place whisper soft kisses all over his face. Pausing to look him in the eye, you instruct him, "If you make a sound, it's game over."
Aemond’s lips tighten, and his nostrils flare at your demand. He loves to talk during sex, praising you, complimenting you, and saying some of the filthiest things you have ever heard while he fucks you.
Picking up the rose you set aside, you get up to admire the view of him on your bed. You slowly drag the flower up the length of his body, starting at his ankle, up his leg, and over the hairs covering his long limbs. Barely brushing his skin, you glide the rose over his hip bones, over his defined abs, and up to his chest. You tease his nipples with the petals before grazing over his mouth, letting him inhale the fragrance of the bloom.
"Baby, you look so pretty cuffed and stretched out on my bed," you say to him with a seductive voice. Taking the rose away from his face, you hover it over his cock, resting against his thigh. His body stiffens when you run it over his growing length and tease his balls. "Look at you; you're getting big and hard for me, and I haven't even touched you yet," you say tauntingly.
He lets out a low moan when you play with the tip of his cock with the flower, his biceps flexing as he pulls against the cuffs.
“Shhh, remember, you have to be quiet for me.”
As much fun as this is, the two of you haven’t fucked for almost a week, and the sight of him naked has your pussy leaking wetness already. Your patience isn’t going to last forever. You need to touch him and grind yourself on him.
Setting the rose aside, you hook your thumbs in the waist of your joggers, pushing them down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. Now wearing only the matching bra and thong, you turn around for him, letting him get a good look at you. Walking to the foot of the bed, you begin to crawl up the length of his body, pausing to place random kisses on his pale skin while the two of you never break eye contact.
As you straddle him, you start to run your hands over your body, cupping your tits and wiggling your hips. “Like what you see, baby?" You slip your hand down the front of your thong and work your fingers around your clit, soaking them with your juices, before pressing your slick-covered fingers against his lips. He immediately opens his mouth and begins licking and sucking on them, tasting you.
You lean in, grabbing the sides of his head, kissing him on the lips, letting your tongues twist around, and tasting yourself in his mouth. The kiss is hungry and greedy for both of you, with Aemond straining his neck to capture your lips when you teasingly pull back a bit.
“Mmm, missed you so much,” you whisper while kissing his scarred cheek.
Straightening up, you lean in, burying his face between your tits. His lips fasten onto your soft flesh, sucking and marking you before soothing the spot with gentle licks.
“You wanna see my tits, don’t you?” You ask this as you keep rubbing your breasts in his face, watching him mouth your nipples over the mesh fabric, soaking it with his saliva.
“Hmm, yes, kitten,” he mumbles against your skin.
You pull back beyond his reach and say, "No, no, you bad boy.” Putting a finger to his lips, you remind him, “You have to be quiet, remember.”
His eye narrows, and you hear the metal move against the bed as he flexes his arms against the cuffs, wanting to be unrestrained.
You sink down on his abs, grinding your pussy on him, soaking your thong, and making a mess on his fair skin with your slick. Reaching behind your back, you unfasten your bra, but you keep your hands over your tits, covering them from his view. “If you want to play with my tits, you have to be a good boy. Can you be a good boy for me?”
His eye darkens, and a low growl echoes from his throat, yet he nods slightly in response to your playful teasing. Leaning forward, you press your nipple against his lips, and he hungrily covers your areola with his mouth, flicking his tongue over your hardened peak.
Now you're the one who can't hold back a soft moan; the heat in his mouth feels so good. You rest your hands on his chest, rubbing your thumbs over his pebbled nipples as he sucks yours. “Mmm, you’re so good with your mouth, baby,” you praise as his mouth seeks your other breast.
You enjoy the sensations for a little while longer before pulling away. “Since you’re being so good to me, I’m going to reward you by playing with that big cock of yours,” you tell him with a sultry smile. You slowly start backing down his body, letting your nipples brush over his skin. As you crawl over him, you can feel his hard cock between your legs.
Laying between his parted legs, you quickly rid yourself of your thong before turning your attention to his cock. “Oh, you are a good boy, such a pretty cock.”
Aemond has the prettiest cock you have ever seen. Aemond's cock is not only long and thick, but also veiny, with a reddish tip that is already leaking. His breath hitches when your hand goes over his tip, gathering the moisture of his precum and sliding down his length.
“Does that feel good, baby?” you ask after a few lazy strokes of his now rock-hard cock.
You can hear his breathing increasing, as well as a slight hum of pleasure from him. He tilts his head back and parts his mouth, relishing the sensation of your hand caressing his length. With your tongue, you lick him from base to tip before taking him in your mouth and sucking gently, while your other hand sneaks lower to cup his heavy balls. You have no intention of sucking him off because you can’t wait much longer. Your thighs are slick with your own wetness, and you need to have him inside you. He whines a little when you take your mouth off of him. “Ooh, something wrong, baby?” When you look at him, he’s biting his lip to keep from talking, afraid you’ll stop completely.
Not really caring about your little game anymore, you tell him, “It’s okay; you’ve been a good boy. You can talk now.”
He exhales loudly and pleads, “Stop teasing me; just fuck me already.”
Hearing him beg is a lovely sound, you think, and you can’t resist taking it a little farther. You begin to rock back and forth while straddling his hips, rubbing your pussy over his cock, and soaking him.
Reaching between your legs, you start rubbing your clit, leaning back, and making sure he gets a good view of you touching and grinding yourself on his cock. You release a sigh of satisfaction at the sensations you're feeling.
You can feel Aemond jerking at the cuffs that are restraining him. "Please, kitten, get on my cock and fucking ride me," he all but growls desperately.
You love the thrill of seeing him cuffed to your bed, his silvery strands coming loose from his ponytail, and his biceps straining. You think, 'Fuck, he looks hot like this.' Knowing you can do this to him makes you even more horny to have his cock in you.
Unable to wait any longer, you lift up just enough to move the tip of him to your entrance and slowly sink down on him. The fullness and slight stretch you feel makes you gasp, and Aemond sighs from feeling your tight warmth around him. You already know you won’t last long after not being fucked for days and all of the teasing you’ve been doing.
Your hips immediately move to find a rhythm, rocking steadily, his length filling you so wonderfully. “Baby, you’re so big, filling me up,” you gasp between breaths.
“So fucking tight, kitten,” he pants, his skin flushed and a sheen of sweat beginning to cover him.
Your fingers keep massaging your clit as you start to bounce on his cock. Your thighs begin to feel the strain, and your tits move with your body. You feel his hips bucking up underneath you as he matches your pace.
You’re fighting through the burn of your muscles as the sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and grunts of pleasure fill the room. You feel the familiar, warm pressure begin to build within you with each brush of his cock over the nerves in your walls.
“Mmm, getting so close, baby. Gonna cum soon."
“Keep fucking me, kitten. Be a good girl.”
It isn’t much longer until you feel the sudden release of ecstasy surge through your body, causing you to cry out. It gets more difficult to move on his cock as your muscles clench around him, but you don’t stop until you hear him grunt and feel his cock twitch as he cums hard inside you, painting your inner walls.
Panting hard, you ease your pace to a slow stop, staying on him and bracing your shaking arms on each side of him. You see his chest rapidly rise and fall as your head hangs.
“Please take these off me." Aemond breathily asks.
Reaching over, you grab the key and unlock the cuffs, freeing his arms. Then you let yourself collapse down on his chest, still straddling him, and his softening cock still in you.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight against him. The two of you lay together as your hearts calmed.
After a rough week, it feels so good to be in Aemond’s arms again. He confirms that he feels the same when he says, “Fuck, it feels so good to hold you. I missed you so much, kitten.”
“Can I stay tonight?” He asks a few moments later.
“Hmm, will you get us dinner? I’m starving,” you reply with a chuckle.
Laughing, "Yes, kitten, I will get us dinner,” he promises.
“Then you can stay,” you tell him, smiling happily.
Aemond gives you one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen from him. “My sassy little Valentine.”
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never ever think you can get away with something and assume i’ll never notice. clown behavior, istg.
#summer speaks#i always know#god#i am so sorry for this#but i am so frustrated and angry with everything going on#i’m assuming they’re ignoring me now too#so#how great
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While I do think that Tubbo was a bit over the top today in regards to making light of the lore, I think it’s mainly because he’s tired of this arc and how there isn’t a roleplayable response unless the eye workers permit there to be. It’s frustrating on a viewer and player level for sure.
Does that mean he had to be over the top? No, but I do think its good to keep in mind that Mike also was messing around during the lore today and in the dapper kidnapping stream, Phil did not give a shit that dapper was downed and kidnapped even after being told he was. I can find Tubbo making jokes at the eye workers funny and someone else can find it annoying, I personally had a problem when he kept speaking over Bagi today, he’s a human who does annoying things that I don’t like sometimes.
I think we all get a bit too defensive of our favs (absolutely guilty) and forget that we find other people doing the same thing annoying too. People can respond to lore however they want, especially when it’s impromptu lore like today.
We don’t have to be up in arms about everything and you don’t have to hate on someone for acting how another person acted in the past. Streamers do things we don’t like sometime because (surprisingly) they’re individuals! Who have their own reasons for doing the things they do. Sometimes it’s playing a certain game and sometimes it’s taking lore with a grain of salt. Maybe you like foolishs parenting style and hate Phil’s, that’s valid! Just remember that people can dislike foolishs parenting style too!
TLDR: it’s okay to critique tubbo for how he chose to interact with the lore today or how he interacts with sunny so long as you are okay with people saying the same thing about your streamer
#it’s so exhausting seeing people shit on tubbo for things other streamer have done before#or did during this lore stream#sure this is intense lore but it’s hard to take seriously sometimes when it’s only able to progress when the admins say it can#everything is so tiring#no more fighting#no more war#no more being angry about how people conduct themselves#I was frustrated too ngl and I’m not going to say that he would be excused#but dang y’all act like every other streamer is perfect sometimes#qsmp tubbo#qsmp crit#I will not be debating anyone as I am pouring a glass of wine and getting my paint ready to relax
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…i just saw this poll and my unevolved brain gel wriggled inside my cranium like a feral fish:
idk how you look at his official art and call him conventionally attractive. my man looks like a wet dog and has eyebags for daysss. face full of pox scars, skin pale af, and those shaggy ass hair & a rugged beard hanging from his flat long face.
he is pretty *to me* but like dude???
—not exactly a heartthrob boy band material is he?
obv I wouldn’t call him “misunderstood baby uwu” if we are talking a little more seriously —but to be fair jean is having possibly the worst week of his life. the car? fucking sunk. case? unsolved. not to mention his close partner (who is also an ass mind you) doesn’t even remember him, already running around with a new one.
yeah he is absolutely foul and aggressive and degrading harry but like i said before (in my tag essay lol) judit also makes ableist comments and i don’t see people hating her because she’s outwardly nice—
and respects harry as her superior. her BOSS.
(also a friend with benefits? /nope, it’s just him harassing judit/ as well but not as a complicated relationship compared jean and harry’s brötherbund. only a few months of acquaintanceship.)
plus it’s highhlyyy likely that harry is not the only one substance abuse. —look at jean’s rudolf-looking-red-ass-nose. a drunkard’s sniffers. probably had few lines with him late at night… when your lifetime partner is an alcoholic it's hard to say no.
about the left for dead thing, they left because harry told them to fuck off. tbh harry is nightmare to work with esp pre-bender. (and am saying as a pathetic little unmedicated neurodivergent woman.)
but when the second time they left revachol was not jean’s fault, and it was judit’s suggestion anyway. the squad probably thought that since harry had someone a little more responsible looking after him. it will be fine when they come back. the tribunal was absolutely unaccounted for.
yet despite all of these things, he will try to come back to make sure he is ok and accommodate harrier to the best of his abilities which is wearing very thin. look at him trying to make up to our harry boy:
anyways am incapable of writing coherent thoughts (even though i want to talk about it for hours) that make sense so go look at sygneth’s jean psychological analysis instead. it is an excellent read. please go read.
#op might wanna get their eyes or head checked lol. they looked at a little too much fanart.#+do not interact with the original poll. don’t look it up. it’s not worth it. don't give it traction. don't attract drama.#am sure op is just a troll. prob barely spent any time playin/readin DE. not that i am that much media literate but still...#i am sure there are things i left out. oh well...#i know that you need high EDC build run or lotta reading to understand so his “lore” so is kinda gatekept--#but it’s frustrating to see shit takes like this lmaoo#also don’t get me wrong i like judit. she is a tired working woman w/ a pathetic husband + 2x children. she just wanna grab jean & go home.#p.s stella as in stella from ‘‘helluva boss’’. idk didn’t like its S2 i think she coulda been more complex character.#but not everything needs to be deep and meaningful i guess. simple villains are ok.#her anger is justified towards her husband’s infidelity but she’s kind of a dumb royal brat. esp in s2. just calls of his assassination rig#heron vs secretary#angry bird vs angry bird shit fr beuh#disco elysium#jean vicquemare#jean posting#jean heron vicquemare#loyal is the he…#no. am not tagging HB or stella.#kinda long#longish post#cryptid rambles
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why is everything (showing other people respect. being patient and kind. not flying off the handle about stupid things. emotional regulation and self-control. et cetera.) so easy when I'm not around my parents and so so so so hard when I AM around them?
#this is a genuine question btw I need advice bc I'm STRUGGLING. idk why everything makes me frustrated and angry#when I'm around my parents and it's SO hard to be kind and respectful to them and my sister#but so easy literally everywhere else#I hate that I'm like this I wish I could genuinely be a nice person but apparently the person#I REALLY am is the horrible selfish lazy brat I am with my parents.#even though it feels 100% easier otherwise APPARENTLY the real me is the one I revert to at home#but being nice away from home comes so naturally?? so is THAT the real me??? idk what to do I'm so frustrated right now#Lu rambles#can my mutuals please weigh in bc I feel like a terrible horrible emotionally illiterate person rn#bc of a conversation in which I fought with my mom over the fact that I have a hard time respecting my middle school aged sister#bc I don't want her (bold. confident. sometimes a little bit of a brat as well bc humanity) thinking she can walk all over me#the way she acts always makes me feel like she thinks she's better than me but maybe it's just my mindset. bc I KNOW#that my middle schooler sister IS better than me in most ways and I HATE that. how can someone#so much younger than me be better than me at basically everything she sets her mind to?#and how can I ever have confidence in myself when I know that's the case??? it's so frustrating!!#ugghdnfnsngsmkgnskfnskd I need advice and prayers. and probably to go to bed early tonight.
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my mum will say the nastiest rottenest things to me and then she’ll calm down and be like ‘sorry 😝’ and ill move it on bc it’s not worth getting her angry again but inside im like babygirl maybe u have some anger issues maybe
#at one point she was like ‘do you think im mean?’ and I was MAD mad at this point and both of us mad is never good#bc we’re just trying to hurt each other for no other reason than to know we’ve got through to the other#so I was like ‘YES I think you’re mean’ ‘but only when I’m angry’ ‘that doesn’t justify it’ ‘but you agree only when I’m angry’#and I didn’t know what she was getting at so I was like ‘yeah?’#THIS BITCH GOES ‘huh I can live with that’ LMAO???#anyway I moved out of my uni room today and a year ago when I moved IN me and my mum rowed the entire time#and it’s a real sore point for me bc it was her saying how cold I am and that she basically doesn’t like how I’m turning out#(direct quote)#and me saying how her temper ruins everything and she can’t see sense#and low and behold we effectively had THE EXACT SAME ARGUMENT today a year later#‘your lack of empathy astounds me. I despair of you’ (that’s a new one. 11/10 word choice she didn’t need to go so hard with that)#and me going back with ‘I hate you when your angry’ and very dangerously close to ‘your just like your mother’ territory#shits and giggles!#I’ve just had a nap bc we’ve been up since 4am and she came upstairs#and I fully pretended to be asleep bc I know that means she’s come to apologise#which means she’s actually taken a second to BREATHE and stop being so fucking angry#and low and behold it returns all logic and critical thinking skills to her#and I’ll have to forgive her because I do genuinely hate her when she’s angry#and it’s just not worth holding onto so I’ll take an out if she gives it me#but it’s soooo frustrating and unnecessarily upsetting for BOTH of us#and I hate that we still fucking do this and I’ve got a whole summer of it and I can’t just go back to uni now and yeah#live love etc#delete later#don’t reblog
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promise this is my last time bitching about all of this ignore it but
#really truly and genuinely just don't want to exist right now every time i think this situation cannot get worse it somehow manages to#i just cried at the dmv and the lady just glared at me like i was the scum of the earth like maam i don't even cry around people#i trust i don't *want* to be crying right now i'm *sorry* okay i just don't know what to do i got given the wrong forms and papers and i#tried explaining all of that and she just looked at me like i was an *idiot* and wouldn't help me with *anything* it was so humiliating#i can't drive the temporary car until it has plates because if i get pulled over for that it's a $500 fine and if i get hit with that on top#of everything else i literally don't know what i'll do i'll probably end up losing my license#but if i can't drive the car i can't go to work and i also can't afford to not go to work right now#i literally feel sick all the time i can't sleep the last few times i've tried to eat anything i feel like throwing it up#and i just feel... so hopeless right now everything i'm trying isn't working or i think i'm getting somewhere and i hit another wall#and one of the most upsetting parts is i feel like no one is helping me and no one cares how hard i'm struggling right now#i literally just want to be allowed to be upset over this but when i got visibly upset at home everyone accused me of taking my frustrations#out on them and being self pitying and 'it could always be worse'#like i don't even know at this point but if i hear the words 'could always be worse' one more time i'm going to maul the person who says the#no one wants me to be upset that's too much to deal with i am *never* allowed to be upset i just want to vent about how shitty this is and#scream and cry at the unfairness of it for a little bit but literally *no one* is letting me do that#'it could always be worse so stop complaining' or if i am visibly upset at all all that matters is it's inconveniencing or upsetting to the#other person.... not that i'm struggling or need help or anything like that#i just want it to be OVER i want it to end i'm so sick of this every time i feel like i'm scraping to somewhere managable in life#something like this happens and this is the scariest and most upsetting thing yet#and i'm not even allowed to be frustrated or upset or sad or angry because then someone else is upset and that matters more than me#so it all built up and a cried at the dmv and every one stared at me like i was annoying and stupid and i want to KILL MYSELF#i want to melt into the ground i want to stop existing i don't want a single person to talk to me because i hate everything right now#but i also desperately want to actually say all of this to a person and them not get mad at me for and tell me it IS unfair it DOES suck and#i didn't deserve this shitty thing that happened or all the other shitty things that happened beforehand#i would also appreciate just pretending it wasn't a thing for a few hours and doing something enjoyable to me with a friend or two...#but that also feels far fetched and then i would feel guilty for not trying to fix this 24/7 even though at this point there's literally#nothing else i could do#i'm just.... so tired and so SO upset and i feel like nobody cares that i'm upset and i'm so sick of EVERYTHING#i'm tired of living
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I have no trouble reading the typography on your edits. like yours is always very clear idk what that person was about. your edits are amazing and there's nothing wrong with them. yes some words may be hard to understand but you can figure it out if you read the previous words or if it's a quote you can google it as you said. and if I still don't understand a word on someone's edit I simply don't understand it and move on why do some people think they have the right to criticize your work and tell you what to do ughh
hope you feel better soon vish 💖 ignore that person. your edits are amazing✨
sob thank you for this ali ;; ♥ i appreciate it a lot!
tbh it's my personal pet peeve to have typography be so hard to read in creations that i cannot simply tell what it says so i pay attention to it a lot in my own stuff and the Nerve for someone to come complain about it?? makes my blood boil a little. like, what do ppl like this expect creators to do about it? make edits only with the most common fonts??? watch me slab some horrible arial onto something next time jeez.
(sorry this sounds so angry now but i am Pissed 😩 i don't usually encounter ppl like this which am happy about but this hit a nerve. you are a sweetheart for sending me this tho ♥ am happy you enjoy my edits! have a wonderful day ♥)
#yeah i just blocked the person and try to ignore this#but for a moment i will just be super angry#and then self conscious about everything i make#i truly dunno what these type of ppl get out of this#do they just like going around telling ppl how to 'fix' themselves??#do they feel like they have the right to go tell that to creators??#shut the fuck up#idk how yall who get tons of notes more to your creations#handle stuff like this bc this must happen more frequently#no wonder some ppl just quit#it's so sad and also just frustrating that someone goes around the world wide web#feeling like everything in there should cater only to their personal tastes#sorry ali am ranting in your answer jshfkdg#i truly hope you're having a nice day!!#and lemme tell you i also enjoy your creations immensely#never change them ♥
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ALSO TRANSGENIC TRIALS ARE JUST LIKE THAT SOMETIMES MAN PLEASE SHUT UP
#ITS A SMALL SAMPLE SIZE BUT ITS A PRELIMINARY STUDY#AND YOU K N O W HOW HARD TRANSFORMATION CAN BE DUDE#also is that not the POINT it’s a GOOD THING to publish early results so other people can see it and work on it too#you don’t just GET the fancy fucking trials you want without getting people interested first#maybe I am becoming angry crop people but god there’s this little group of ‘skeptical’ crop scientists who cite each other in circles#and are so pessimistic abt everything like yeah no dude nobody’s claiming to have Solved Crops Forever but doing a thing and publishing it#even if it’s not perfect. is the only way we get anything done around here#they have a point abt lack of standardisation but there’s inconsistent yield measures#and then there’s criticising early trials for not being identical to farming conditions. the basic science has to be done first#in an ideal world we get it all done in one go but that’s not possible most of the time shut your hell mouth#it’s possible I also don’t know what the fuck im on about! I probably haven’t read enough to be qualified to have this rant#but goddamn I’ve spent the past two weeks immersed in it and it’s getting frustrating#luke.txt#crops are cool good luck to the molecular plant science people I could never be you
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#I'm fucking freaking out and crying and I need to went#I don't know what the fuck am i doing wrong but I gained one kg in three days#i haven't changed anything about my lifestyle#i don't want to have more than 48kg#i work out nealry two hours daily and try my best to consume less than 1000 calories a day#I don't know if I should start skipping meals and invest that time into more workout or what#i have never before gained so much weight so rapidly#and I know it's not my cycle this time#i fucking hate this stupid ugly disgusting body i have and my dysfunctional digestive system and dumb stomach and idiotic brain#all the fucking progress i made in one year is going to be gone#and it's hard to eat less when food is pretty much the only thing I look forward to during my day#I'm so fucking tired of me just fucking up constantly#few months ago i used to have stable weight of 46 and now I can't even keep up with that#I'm done I'm so fucking done with treating myself kindly#i don't fucking deserve that because I give myself a helping hand and I take it and destroy everything#fuck you fuck you fuck you#I'm so angry and so sad and so frustrated and I don't know what to do with myself#i want to beat myself up#i can never keep anything good with me#i don't know how to live with myself anymore I'm just so tired#okay that's all#bye
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what if i killed myself. what would my job do then huh.
#i am not going to kill myself. i am not actually suicidal#i am just INCREDIBLY tired and frustrated and angry#some bullshit happened with samples that we send out to get dna sequencing on and literally it is not possible to figure out what went wrong#like it literally can't be done#and so i am going to have to redo a bunch of shit that i was so happy to be done with#and it's only tuesday and i just want to crawl in a hole and never come out again#i'm not even mad at my job really. i am mad at past me for maybe messing something up and not writing it down everything i did#and i am mad at the fucking robot for maybe messing something up and not keeping record either#because if it had a record i would know what happened!!!!!!#I WOULD KNOW#i would be able to say 'yup forgot to click this one FUCKING button'#but it doesn't so i don't know that's what happened because why would anything ever be that easy#so i'm going to have to reprep like 75 samples#and repool 100 samples#and resend all of them for sequencing#and it makes me want to die#it's like a whole weeks worth of work that just went splat with a singular email#cause fuck my life i guess
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hnnnnngnghhshgsgs gwumpy
#what is going onnnnn why am i so angry and annoyed and easily frustrated and ready to fight and cry and sob and laugh hysterically#need hugs and kisses and love and to be told that everything is going to be okay haha. ha. HA.#mine
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i dont care oh my god i dont care i dont fucking care
#i should be writing this in my journal but im not because i dint fucking care!#its a website all this shit will get wiped eventually#everyone is so chronicly online!!! its so irritating EVERYTHINGG IS IRRITATING#im rolling my fucking eyes at all of you and tugging my hair and repeatedly killing myself#chronicly online takes! and those who think youre exemot youre not!!! YOU ARENT!! NO ONE IS AND J SURE AS SHIT AM NOT EITHER!! BUT GODDDD#SHUT THE FUCK UP!! LITERALLY NO ONE CARES YOU ALL SOUND SO INSUFFERABLE#i need an offline hobby but everything is so frustrating#i think im having a meltdown#im so fucking angry im irritated i hope this website gets fucking deleted and you can all stew on your viles takes#have you ever gone outisde and talked to literally anyone else?? obviously not yall sound so fucking insufferable!!!!! and annoying and#unbearable!!!#no wonder yall have no friends and your family hates you jesus christ#dont raise yourselve son the fucking internet get a hobby go outside touch grass touch docks i dont care!!! JUST SHUT UP!!#dont reblog dont text me dont send me msgs or asks dont fuckingg interact with me im 3 seconds away from factory resetting my phone#and being done with everything all of it im so exauhsted id kill myself right now if i had the fucking resources
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ʚ minors and ageless blogs go away, ill block u ^.^
Thinking about trying to get Sukuna to sub,,
and he wants to sooo badly, but he's having such a hard time getting over the humiliation of letting himself be at the mercy of someone else. The king was so used to always being in charge and dominating everything and everyone in every sense of the word. So now as he's tied up and at your mercy as you sit on his cock and force him to stay still and not fuck up into you, he's having such a hard time letting himself relax.
You bound his arms tightly together behind his back, but you could still see how his arms flexed and his shoulder muscles bulged under the force of his large body, fighting the restraints. You both knew he could bust out in seconds if he wanted to, and a part of him really did want to, but a larger part wanted this, he wanted you to fuck him stupid and take control.
Sukuna's lip and the corner of his nose twitched upwards in a scowl as you slowly dragged your ass off of him, letting his cock slide halfway out of your tight, inviting hole before sliding torturously back down on it. You could feel how tense his muscles were underneath you, and you could tell by his cursed energy how much he was struggling with submitting.
While Sukuna has his eyes glued to your dripping cunt, already making a mess on the base of his cock, you took the opportunity to press your fingers against his lips and force your fingers into his mouth. His eyes shot up to yours in an almost angry, shocked glare. You smiled at his reaction, feeling his body vibrate with animosity as he battled his feelings about this situation internally.
Sukuna made no effort to open his mouth wider for you, just letting you force your fingers to the back of his throat through the little gap you had created between his plush lips. Sukuna's cock kicked against your walls, thick white pre-cum dripping inside your walls, making your cunt even messier than before. You pressed your fingers fully against his mouth, your knuckles pressed against his lips as you pressed down hard on the back of his tongue.
Sukuna stifled a gag, his eyebrows furrowing as he let himself lose composure for half a second only before his anxious, frustrated gaze returned. You smiled before you started rocking your hips back and forth on his lap, rubbing his fat cockhead against your gummy walls. Sukuna's head bobbed ever so slightly with your rocking, his brain slowly getting overturned with pleasure.
"Pretend like you hate it if that makes you feel better." You teased, starting to bounce up and down on his cock, forcing his dick so deep inside your warm walls. Sukuna growled at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cock, combined with your words of faux comfort. The king briefly closed his eyes when you sat down on his cock fully and squeezed your cunt around him as tight as you could, repeating that sensation over and over around him.
He released a shaky moan before letting his head tip back against his bed. You bit your lip and slid your fingers out of his mouth, dragging your hand down to grab his thick throat. You weren't quite able to wrap your hand around the expanse of his neck, but the feeling of grabbing what you could and applying pressure to his throat still made him dizzy.
Sukuna's eyes found yours and you could tell as he was slipping away more and more to your whim, he was growing increasingly more irritated with letting himself feel like this. You wanted to comfort him, but you knew he would hate that more than anything. "You like how tight I am?" You asked instead, trying to distract him. Sukuna didn't answer, his eyes just lidded further as he watched you start to bounce up and down on his cock again.
The king might be struggling now, but you were sure that after a few more tries, you would successfully get him to submit to you without feeling insecure about it. Baby steps.
#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#ryoumen sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna#sukuna ryomen#jjk sukuna#sukuna smut#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna ryoumen x reader#sukuna ryoumen smut#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#jujutsu sukuna
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there's a video on instagram of a man kicking his partner's door in. the top comment is (with over 4 thousand likes): "how about you tell us what you did to make him that angry?"
barring emergency, nobody should be kicking anybody's door in. many of us lived in houses where it was always, somehow, an emergency. there is a strange, almost hysterical calm that comes over you in that moment - everything feels muted, and you almost feel, however incongruently, like you should be laughing. you are living inside of "the emergency." oh my god, you think. i am now a fucking statistic.
there is another comment with 2.8 thousand likes: "if this was a woman doing it to a man, nobody would give a shit."
do people give a shit now, though?
barring emergency, the door should remain standing. the emergency should be panicked, desperate - "i'm coming in there to protect you." many of us know what it feels like when the emergency is instead "i'm coming in there to get you."
1.5k likes: "and yet you post this for notes. glad to see being the victim has become your whole personality."
hysteria is a word connected to womb, from greek. what you're experiencing is so senseless and inhumane that you (a rational creature) try to find any ground within what is irrational and cannot be explained. one of the most frustrating things about staying in bad situations is that we also lie to ourselves. we also ask ourselves - wow. what did i do?
women can be, and often are, also abusers. abuse is not gendered. abuse is not just a "straight person" problem. abuse does not have a face or figure or sexuality. you cannot pick an abuser out of a crowd. an abuser could be actually anybody.
and then so many people rally behind the man kicking the door in. here is something nobody should be doing, right? you want to ask every person that liked that first comment: do you ask this because you side with him? do you ask this because it helps you feel safe from this ever happening?
in some ways, you're weirdly sympathetic to the top comment, because it is the same logic you see frequently. the idea is that the average, normal, sane person doesn't just break down a door. doesn't just shoot up a school. doesn't stalk and kill women. doesn't threaten sexual assault. doesn't run over protesters. doesn't shoot an unarmed black person. doesn't scream at underpaid walmart employees. doesn't just "lose it". something had to have happened, right? because the default (white. straight. cis.) - that is someone who is always, you know. "sane."
(right?)
on a podcast, you hear a sane, normal, rational person. "if you piss me off, i'm going to need to hit something. sorry but i'm not apologizing. that's just who i am that's how it is." his voice almost sounds like he's laughing.
you think of the door, and how you were almost laughing behind it, too. ironically, every real emergency in your life has almost felt peaceful in comparison. fire, car accident, flash flooding - these felt quiet, covenant to you. you'd stood in all of them, feeling them pass over and up to your chin, never actually overwhelming.
but when the door was coming down, you had felt - is there a word for that? there has to be, a word, right.
surely one of us has figured out the word for that, i mean. it's such a large fucking statistic.
#spilled ink#writeblr#warm up#this is so disorganized#i just saw that video and the comments made me want to vomit#it's actually like. in the way it's funny that you got into a car crash and got the flu within the same 24 hours#it's like.#it's funny#because certain people will blame everything on mental illness#even being transgender.#they will not#however#at any point - even vaguely suggest that a man should maybe get therapy.#like. a guy busting down a door isn't a danger-to-himself-and-others#(you just pushed him too far).#but a young adult looking for top surgery should be institutionalized for even wanting to change their body.
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