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[bispacesword]

welcome to this weird ass blog

MINORS DNI

what is a bispacesword?

just a random name i came up with back in 2020. it was supposed to be a play on sokka's line "bye, space sword" from avatar the last airbender.

masterlist

on-going fic: Old Wounds

credits

Profile photo I made using makowka character maker II

Header from @barnesnbradshaw

Lemon dividers from @diviniyae

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Huh

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[official-boob-posts]

official boob post

[soul-hammered]

Hooray! Yay! Dykes!

[headspace-hotel]

I'm not seeing any naked adults in that screenshot...

...There's something deeply messed up about how breasts, which are used by our species to feed babies, are considered to be so perverse and obscene that a child should never see them.

[alexseanchai]

There aren't any naked people in the entire video clip. There's some people that you'd probably see less of their skin on a beach, but only because on a beach they'd probably be wearing a bikini top as well as whatever else they have on. And this is New York City, where toplessness is legal regardless of gender or assigned sex.

[vergess]

Toplessness for breasts is legal in most places in the US, unlegislated in almost all that remain, and only illegal in two states: Ohio and Tennessee.

This is because topless equality has been a basic push from feminists for literally decades, until Radfems and NeoCons bonded over wanting a trans genocide less than a decade ago.

Female Toplessness in the United States - Wikipedia

It's literally why the "no tits on tumblr" and other lesser SESTA/FOSTA consequences* like it were so jarring. It set back FORTY. YEARS. OF PROGRESS in the rights of people with breasts or perceived as women to wear the same clothes as people without.

Do not let conservatives lie to you about this. The majority of people in the us and the VAST majority of States recognize the right of people to not wear a damn shirt. It isn't obscenity, it isn't even nudity, it's just something pericis men are allowed that everyone else isn't.

Y'know.

Basic sexual discrimination.

*Y'all aren't still on that "it was the Apple app store that caused the tit ban" shit, right? It was the literal US federal government. To be fucking clear.

[primelinchen-the-second]

[ID: a screenshot of a quote tweet. The quote tweet is by Alice Podcasts @AliceAvizandum and reads "I should know better than to give you the engagement but this is beautiful and makes me feel great and I'm glad you're upset and scared." The original tweet is by Savannah Hernandez @sav_says_ and reads "NYC - Hundreds of naked adults are dancing in front of children at the New Yprk City Dyke March. The floaties that many of the children were playing on are supposed to be 'clitorises' per the women who brought them:" Attached is a video, since its a screenshot, only a still is visible. It shows three women, two of them topless. They are all smiling or laughing and one of them looks into the camera and holds up a peace sign. In the top right corner there's a source "Frontlines powered by TPUSA" /End ID]

[official-boob-posts]

of course turning point posted the original

[lesbianartandartists]

Tina Fiveash, A gay morning tea, from the series ‘Stories for Girls,’ 1994

[long4jimshort4gabriel]

@official-boob-posts

[official-boob-posts]

god lesbians are my favorite

[bispacesword]

Old Wounds

Post RE9!Leon x OC

Chapter 1: Meet-Cute?

Part of this chapter was inspired by @kissesforjeannie's warm. It's literally SO GOOD you need to read it.

Summary: A few months after the events of Resident Evil 9, Grace finds out she has a long-lost older sister, Lola Moreno, who also happens to live in Wrenwood. Both women agree move in together, along with Grace's daughter, Emily. Even though their relationship is awkward at first, Lola is looking to give a shot, feeling the need for family since she was abandoned by both parents. As Lola, Emily, and Grace try to start a new life--and Lola finds herself in a situationship with Grace's father-figure Leon S. Kennedy--old wounds threaten to reopen.

CW: Flirting, a hint of sexual suggestiveness

Spanish Vocab: Caballero = knight, gentlemen. Querida = dear one. No es nada = It's nothing. Te preocupes demasiado = you worry too much.

Lola

There was a strange man in my house.

I'd danced into my kitchen to my "getting ready" playlist, my short robe was fluttering as I twirled. My was makeup on point, and my dark, wavy hair was glossy. I was definitely feeling myself, and feeling completely unburdened from the mountain of things I had to do.

But that's when I noticed a slightly grizzled (and completely handsome) guy breeze through the front door. He assessed my living room like he was going into battle, to the point I was surprised he wasn’t clad in tactical gear. His eyes locked with mine as I stumbled mid-spin, long hair slapping my face.

"I don't have the wrong house, do I?" he yelled.

I immediately composed myself, ignoring the fear that prickled my skin. My phone was on the kitchen island, so I walked over to shut off the music, staying there since it was something to put in between me and this possible murderer. Plus it had the added bonus of being next to the knife block. “That depends on who you’re here for,” I replied, attempting to hide my fear behind a flat tone.

He grabbed the photo next to where me and my roommate--well, sister, Grace--place our keys. "You happen to know this woman?" He pointed to her.

"Well, that depends on who you are."

The man cracked a small smile, and my skin prickled for a different reason, “Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Leon, a friend of Grace’s.”

My mouth formed an “o” as it dawned on me: he was the older guy whose photo Grace had shown me once, when we'd first met half a year ago. She always talks about how he saved her and Emily from certain death, “Right! You’re kinda, like, her uncle or something.”

He nods with a chuckle, “That’s one way to put it. I'm guessing you're her sister, yeah?"

"Yeah, we're... sisters" which still felt weird to say. Up until recently, I thought I was an only child, and an orphaned one at that (although are you still an orphan at 35?)

"Now that the introductions are out of the way, may I come in?” he said in a playful tone, still sporting a surprisingly boyish grin.

“Yes, of course!” I said, stumbling over myself as I made my way to him, “Let me get that for you.”

I hung up the worn leather jacket as he mumbled a thank you, and our eyes locked once more. Even though they were icy blue, I'd never seen a warmer pair in my life. He was significantly taller than me, ashy blonde hair sweeping into his face, “S-sorry for the cold reception, I wasn't expecting you to show up here," I ushered him over to the couch, "Or, uh, break in here.”

He sat on down with a small grunt, "I didn't break in. Grace made me a spare key."

"Semantics," I said, waving my hand, "Anyway, I thought we were all meeting at the restaurant."

“That was the plan. Grace said she was stuck at work, told me to check on your since you weren't answering your phone."

My phone's lock screen was full of several missed calls and one text from Grace, the latter letting me know that she was running late, "I see..." I began to type a reply, "Well as you can tell, I was kinda in the zone with all the dancing."

When I looked up, Leon was drinking me in, from my exposed legs up to my chest. No, that can't be, I thought, He's probably assessing my threat level or whatever. But when he stopped at my chest, bra sticking out with my breasts squeezed together, I swore I saw a small glint in his eye.

A text from Grace interrupted the brief moment. I'll be there in 20 it read I finished things up earlier than I thought. Can you still pick up Emily?

I replied with a thumbs up emoji. Closing my robe around me tighter (somewhat reluctantly) I let him know Grace's ETA, "I'll be right back. This probably isn't the most appropriate attire."

"Depends on who you're dressing for," when I merely stared at him, blinking, he continued, "Sorry, that was a bit..."

I breathed out a small laugh, "No, it's fine. I probably would've made the same joke." I still felt awkward, though, so I started toward my bedroom, "But, yeah, I probably shouldn't show up like this to my place of work. Give me two minutes and I'll be ready!"

Skittering to my room, I tried to close my door as soundlessly as possible to hide how flustered I was. Great, I was already overanalyzing how this man was perceiving me. Between thinking he was an intruder to thinking about him in my bedroom, I wasn't sure why I was shaking.

When I emerged, he was already by the door with his jacket on. He regarded my outfit: a calf-length sleeveless dress and lacy long sleeve underneath, "Looks like I'm underdressed."

I took in his t-shirt, dark jeans, and dark sneakers, "You look good," He grinned once again, "I- I mean, we're not too fancy at Molina y Moreno, so you should be good. I just wanted an excuse to dress up."

"If you say so. Shall we?"

"We shall," I replied as I threw on my Doc Martens, "but we have to pick up Emily first."

"I was gonna ask where she was. Didn't think the FBI had a bring-your-kid-to-work-day."

"Definitely not. She's at a friend's house nearby."

Leon smiled softly, forehead wrinkles smoothing out, "I'm happy she's been making friends."

"Me too," I smiled back. When I first met Emily, I immediately adored her, and I settled my role as aunt pretty quickly, especially after the three of us moved in together. Being the co-owner Molina y Moreno helped, and my partner, Rafael, was a family man as well. We'd agreed that community was everything, so we did everything we could to accomodate our staff's needs.

I started walking over to my car, but Leon gently grabbed my arm, "Come on, I'll drive."

"What a gentleman. But we should take my car."

"It's no problem--"

"I don't think a two-seater is ideal for Emily, do you?" he stared at me as if he were putting two and two together. "Come on, caballero, into the sensible vehicle."

"Caballero…” he said as we got into my car, "Grace mentioned you spoke Spanish."

"Yep, I've lived most of my life between Spain and here,” I answered, as I backed the car out.

A look I couldn't identify flashed across his face at the mention of my home country, "Have you been?"

"Once, a long time ago."

It didn't seem like he wanted to follow up, though, so I steered the subject slightly, "Well, I hope you'll like the food. I'd say it's the best in town, but I'm biased."

He cleared his throat, "Yeah, Grace was telling me you're one of the head chefs."

"Indeed I am. Head chef and co-owner."

"Sure you wanna go to work on your night off?"

"Well, I won't be working. Plus, we're all kinda like family there--" he let our a wry snort "--I know, I know. Every boss says that. But we really do try to do right by our staff. At least I hope we are..."

As I pulled up to a red light, I turned to see that content smile on his face again, the same one he had when I mentioned Emily, "Anyway, the three of us have only been there together once, though Emily and I go a lot," you laugh, "Everyone there loves her. Even some of our waitstaff help her with her homework. She's the sweetest thing there ever was."

He chuckled, "Except for when she's trying to kill ya."

"Grace told me about that too. I wouldn't believe her if it weren't for..." I trailed off. We met barely 20 minutes ago. Did he really need to hear about my relationship trauma? "Anyway, Grace hasn't been to the restaurant in a while. She hardly has any free time. Who knew working at the FBI would be so intense?"

His face fell once again, "Yeah, working for the government leaves little time for those you love..."

A few minutes later, we arrived at Rafael's house. Emily's excited shouts rang out as she came running down the front steps.

"Querida!" I squat down to give her a hug. Rafael's wife, Marisol, came down the stairs with her own daughter, a girl about the same age as Emily, "Did she give you any trouble today?" I asked, standing back up.

"This one? Never."

Emily started talking excitedly to Leon, so I turned to Marisol and whispered, in Spanish, "I really appreciate it, Mari. I feel like such a bad aunt--"

She shushed me, "No es nada, Lola. You haven't had time to yourself in a while."

"But neither have you, and you have your own kids--"

"¡Ya!" she laughed, "Te preocupes demasiado, nena," she turned her attention to Leon, returning back to English, "So, is this a new boyfriend, Lola?"

I scoffed, "No, this is--"

"I'm Leon, Emily's uncle, or something," as he shook her hand, he shot me a smirk, "Encantado."

Oof, his looks don't make that American accent hurt your ears less.

Marisol looked to me for clarification, "He's a friend of Grace's."

"Ah, encantada, Leon," she turned to me with a conspiratorial look, "Es un poco mayor, pero os veis lindos juntos--" ["He's a bit older, but you two look cute together--"]

I rolled your eyes, exasperated, "Ok, Mari! We should be on our way," I practically shouted. Marisol and Rafael have been trying to find me a romantic partner for ages, "Emily, say goodbye to Luna and thank you to Mrs. Molina."

Emily being the sweetest girl in the world did just that, giving both of them a hug to boot. As we got into the car, Marisol shouted, "And tell my husband not to work too hard tonight, okay?"

"Rafael Molina? Are we thinking of the same guy?" I joked, saying my final goodbyes.

Once we hit the road, Leon asked, "What was all that she was saying before?"

"She was just saying to keep an eye on you, you look pretty sus," I replied, confident that he didn't speak Spanish beyond “encantado.”

"Yeah, Uncle Leon, you're sus!" Emily said from the back seat.

"Do you even know what that means, kid?" Leon replied turning back toward her.

"Do you?" she retorted.

"Fair enough, I don't."

"It means suspicious," I laughed, "But, actually, she was reminding me to help her bake Luna’s birthday cake." Smooth, Lola.

"Well, based on your reaction, that's exactly what it seemed like."

"Perhaps you could take some Spanish lessons, then you could parse out our conversations for yourself."

I kind of hoped he wouldn't, though. There are something things I need to discuss with Mari, and I definitely don't want him hearing what those things are.

[scramratz]

Being even mildly politically aware is hell. "Why is gas so high???" Bitch i outta smack you

[scramratz]

Idk I have so little patience for willfully ignorant people. You know the entire plot of Fruit Love Island or whatever the fuck but can't take an hour outta your day to look up why everything is falling apart around you? Embarrassing

[kaychen666]

RE9 Serennedy

[crowttore]

Getting your face cradled by hands that kill>>>>>

[theconcealedweapon]

"If they were really fascists, they'd be killing protesters."

And they are.

"If they were really fascists, it would be illegal to criticize them."

Greg Bovino openly stated that that's exactly what he wants.

[theconcealedweapon]

Also, they literally declare that opposition to fascism is terrorism. If you're anti-anti-fascist, then you're fascist.

[jarmes]

There’s also this undercurrent in this defense of modern American fascists that their words don’t mean anything, only their actions. You can’t call them fascist until they’ve won, and you can’t fight them until then because you can’t know their fascist until they’re all powerful

And that’s stupid. If someone says “I want to eliminate this ethnic group” that means they’re a germicidal monster who must be stopped through any means necessary. You don’t wait until theyve already created an ethnostate to criticize them

[mean-n-sweet-deactivated2024092]

Sex while she's ovulating will have her begging for shit she didn't know she liked

[itrygraphics]

happy pride month :-)

[blanchebees]

Knightly specimen

Tip jar

[blanchebees]

I mainly draw 3/4 so i can just admire the curves

[blanchebees]

Bacio cavalleresco

Tip jar

[catchymemes]

[homunculus-argument]

You ever think about how old people have no idea what “survivor bias” is, and take full credit for being excellent out of things where they lucked out?

“Back in my day we didn’t have any of these childhood protective things, we were smart enough not to do stupid shit on our own!” Except your little neighbour, who got the funniest idea at the age of seven, and got his skull pierced when he slipped?

“Back in my day nobody got divorced, we stuck together and fixed our problems!” What about your cousin, who was slowly killed by her husband because she had nowhere to escape him?

“Back in my day nobody had ‘mental problems’, we didn’t whine, we just toughed it out and endured life!” Hey remember that guy you used to work with, who seemed really friendly and normal, and then suddenly hanged himself ‘for no reason’?

“Back in my day we didn’t have any of this ‘gay’ or ‘transgender’ thing.” You did, but your family cut all ties with her before you were born.

 You kinda start seeing it in everything they think, if you start looking for it.

[thegrimzuera]

“When we were kids nobody whined about car seats or bike helmets. We didn’t use them, and we all survived!”

Yeah, except for the ones who didn’t.

[goth-queen]