This is how the survivors of the tent massacres are living.
[ID: tweet from @/kushiteDictator on X that says:"I never want to hear “internal conflicts” while referring to African struggles out of your mouths ever again. 6 million Congolese are dead and many still die for your cobalt and coltan
Thousands of Sudanese are dying for your Gold and uranium
#KeepEyesOnSudan #No_Congo_No_Phone"]
She's so perfect she just goes right back to doing her thing
🔴New Zealanders put on a powerful display by doing the Haka in solidarity with Palestine
You, a heroic paladin have successfully slain a fearsome dragon. But the dragon warns you that death is but a door, and dragons don’t die, they reincarnate. You paid it no mind….until your son was born with golden, slitted eyes.
Our man 🥰 @groguspicklejar @shotmrmiller
Petition to add more disabled magical creatures in fantasy
Like picture a mermaid. When they have to be on land their tail turns to legs, but because their body is used to lower gravity their joints tire easily and are chronically in pain.
Also depending on how deep in the ocean they live, it’s likely they have circulation problems because their body is used to the water pressure holding everything where it needs to be and now their blood is always fucking pooling in their legs and they have to wear compression socks everywhere.
Wheelchair user mermaids. Partially/fully blind mermaids because who needs to see when there’s no light at the bottom of the ocean?
Mermaids with sensory issues who have to wear headphones all the time because sound is so much louder up here on land and they are constantly overstimulated. And also the sun is simply Too Bright™.
Mermaids who have POTS because in the water postural changes make no difference and their bodies don’t know how to stabilize with so much gravity.
I’m really fixated on the mermaids rn but PLEASE feel more than welcome to add more!!!! I wanna hear about disabled dragons
[Not restricted to romantic dynamics!]
- I tear bread into smaller pieces to feed them to you, as if I am Jesus, or a mother bird. You may view me as a savior but I would kill for you
- Being there for the other person when they're sick - In a gross, disgusting way. Holding them unwaveringly through the wretched and repulsive, unflinchingly. Don't apologise, just survive. I'd do it again.
- You're scary, but I'm scarier. You don't know that yet, but I hope you won't fear me when you do.
- You're scary, and thank God for that. I'm more than happy to close my eyes when you use it on others. I am a coward.
- One character knowing exactly what the other one would really like to ask for, but is too self conscious or selfless to. Thus, they do it and provide, without the other person needing to outright request it. The self conscious character always makes sure the other one knows it's not obligated and they're always free to decline, and the other one nods firmly, knowing that, and still doing it.
- Sitting next to each other at the end of the world. Because it won't be okay. But they've accepted that
- "You destroyed the thing I love and I can't forgive you for it." "I can't forgive myself either." "I still can't hate you despite that." "I can."
- "Please hate me" "No."
- One character understanding when the other is in too low of a state to act like a decent person currently, and so they don't step over those lines that they'd normally tolerate. The first character holds the other one responsible for things later nonetheless, when they're able to actually carry it
- Two characters sharing the negative perceptions and opinions they've had of each other over the years. This can either lead to a realization that, respectfully, out of deep understanding of each other, they decide to not stay in touch with each other again from now on. Or, it can lead to a realization that thanks to this understanding they now have, they're more ready to become closer and have managed to clear the air with this conversation
- Characters of notably different ages talk and reflect on time that has passed between them. They feel a connection over how different their circumstances were. The younger one audibly wishes they could've done or changed something significant, to which the older character pointedly and gently tells them it wasn't their place to. Let us old crooks handle the tough things. (It wasn't your fault you spent formative years like this. I'm sorry you had to)
mr. morale 😮💨
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Tw: SA
Do you have any prompts of someone who experienced SA coming to?
I’ve done some research of what it may be like and I’m trying to handle it as respectfully as possible without it being too detailed (in a way that may exaggerate, downplay, or horribly triggering) but I haven’t really found many resources. I wouldn’t want to seem disrespectful by just bluntly asking survivors about it but from what I *have* found isn’t enough to have a general writing idea for it.
Any help is greatly appreciated, and any thoughts is also understandable! Make sure to take breaks and take care of yourself!!
trigger warning: mentions of sexual assault
flinching. lots of flinching. whumpee flinched away when caretaker gently tapped them on the shoulder from behind. caretaker didn’t mean to startle them, they (caretaker) were still learning to adapt to whumpee’s PTSD, but sometimes they felt like they kept messing up and harming whumpee more as a result.
miscommunication and misunderstanding; whumpee believing caretaker was angry at them for being “weak and jumpy”.
if whumpee and caretaker were lovers, the assault could affect them in terms of their being intimate with each other. the thought process whumpee went through may be these;
whumpee being scared of having sex, even if it was with their lover, after what happened.
whumpee feeling ‘guilty’ (though it wasn’t their fault at all) when their partner told them it was okay if they weren’t ready, because they felt like they were keeping their partner waiting, and eventually their partner would expect them to be ready. but what if they could never be ready again? would their lover force them or would they leave them for someone else then? or would they be disappointed in them? — and whumpee didn’t even know if they wanted their partner to find someone else who’d be ready, because while they felt guilty for not being able to give their partner what they wanted (sex), they didn’t want to lose their partner either. *this didn’t mean their partner wanted only sex, but whumpee’s own mind was their biggest enemy right now and therefore they believed their partner prioritized sex over their recovery and mental health, which didn’t always have to be true.
self hate. whumpee could be disgusted with themself, especially their own body, for what happened. maybe they believed they were dirty and unworthy of being loved now. (again, this couldn’t be further from the truth, but whumpee’s mind kept telling them all these thoughts, and for someone who went through that, it was hard not to be convinced by these thoughts).
when whumpee looked at caretaker or anyone else, all they saw was pity. and that only made things worse.
whumpee believing all they were now was a piece of rotting meat, and that was all they’d ever be. this was their own mind poisoning them with untrue thinking, but the struggle was very much real nonetheless.
maybe caretaker was as struggling as whumpee was, trying to help whumpee recover and help whumpee learn to love themself again.
maybe caretaker blamed themself for not being able to protect whumpee when the assault happened. caretaker kept replaying in their head all the things they could have done differently that would have prevented the assault from happening; maybe if they had been there with whumpee, if they had picked up the phone, etc.
to sum up, everything would be a struggle. not just for whumpee but also for whumpee’s friends and family and everyone who loved and cared about them.
im obsessed with medics.
amateur medic who doesnt yet know how to help, fumbling with syringes and IVs
experienced medic who has seen too many die
enemy medic who is treating whumpee begrudgingly
injured medic who has to rely on others for once instead of the opposite
malicious medic whos tired of helping and now want to use their extensive anatomy knowledge for nefarious purposes
softie medic whos crying on the job daily but trying to stay strong
exhausted medic who doesnt have the energy to take care of themself at the end of the day
just... medics
Important question: is your character “I have bore a thousand storms and can bear a thousand more” stoic or “I have bore a thousand storms and my foundations are crumbling, my walls are trembling, my structure is unsound and one more might prove to be my fall” stoic?
If you have a team, let only one suffer;
have the team captured and let the whumper or villain chosen only a single person to suffer for everyone
let the chosen whumpee have to beg for something as basic as water and food for the group
have them kneel and humiliate themselves in front of the team to slowly start breaking their pride and ego (especially if it's the team leader or a super strong whumpee who's very proud and confident in themselves)
have them lick the whumper/ villains boots, kiss their hand, act like an animal or let them get whipped or hurt for those basic things but which are necessary for the groups survival
bonus if when the desired goods arrive and are given, the chosen whimper gets nothing and has to starve and be thirsty for the groups survival and well being
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let only one be taken away for questioning or to be tortured
have the team watch how the chosen whumpee is whipped, beaten, hurt in unimaginable painful ways, have them watch them starve and be slowly broken
let the team be eaten alive by guilt as they watch the once so confident whumpee get broken down methodically
have the team beg and cry when after another session the limo body of the whumpee get thrown carelessly back into the cell, have them beg to be replaced by another
it's cruel physical torture for the chosen one and psychological torture for the helpless rest who can't do anything but watch
anyone who told you much ado about nothing is good and worth watching was RIGHT and you should listen to them
Israel is attacking Rafah rn & here is a list of gofundmes you can donate to. Please hurry!
Came back wrong? How about came back right, except that the world you came back to is wrong. Came back just like waking up from a long nap only to find that the people who love you broke themselves into shards and bloody bargains to get you back.
There are new stains that nobody will explain, hidden beneath the rug in the upstairs hallway. Your mother's left eye is clouded and strange. The cat no longer goes near your brother. There's a sharp-edged shadow now, under your lover's smile.
Everybody says you must be remembering wrong, but your sense of smell is just as good as ever. The closet that used to smell like cedar and cinnamon smells like sulfur, now, and nobody will tell you why.
this is it. this is the funniest scooby doo clip
it’s hard to find nsfw prompt ask games so here, i’m making my own
send a number + a character or ship and you might get some art or a fic out of it! tried to get a mix of general and more specific to allow as much freedom as possible but i added a free space at the end anyway lol [that’s also there because there’s some kinks i didn’t feel comfortable adding. it is what it is]
masturbation
casual/hookup/fwb
digital/over the phone [sexting, calls]
slow/sensual
dancing
nicknames/pet names/name calling
dom/sub
bondage
pain
lingerie/dress-up
petplay
roleplay
cnc
crying
overstimulation
sensory deprevation
humiliation
degredation
praise
breeding/pregnancy
free use
glory hole
public/semi-public
nipple/breastplay
lactation
food
titfucking
thighfucking
size difference
xenobiology [monster, hybrid, or alienfucking]
robot/android
free space [asker or writer/artists choice]
I love this so much, I’m gonna start saying “nuts” we need to bring it back
Robert Pattinson's Batman
godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
platforming palestinian joy is just as important as sharing the suffering they're enduring during this genocide. despite continued displacement and bombardment, you cannot steal their joy and spirit. happy birthday to this sweet baby 🖤🇵🇸 may they grow up to see a free palestine
cradling the face, looking into their eyes
pressing foreheads against each other
sighing into the other's mouth
kisses all over the face
calling each other petnames they wouldn't use in public
hugging the other from behind
sliding hands under their clothes
softly stroking their warm skin
ruffling the other's hair
murmuring sweet things into their ears
stroking the other's finger while holding hands
nuzzling into their neck
massaging their feet
napping together
having the other's head on their lap
staring into each other's eyes
pressing soft kisses on their shoulders
smiling into the kiss
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