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Which video game character do you most identify with (and why, if you like)?
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Jin Sakai from Ghost of Tsushima without question. Why? Because he and I both spent our adult life trying to unlearn years of rigid ideals; and in the process lose almost everything- but gain self respect, new perspective, and an appreciation for the choices that led to standing here today.
The Asymmetric Nebula Surrounding Wolf Rayet Star 18
Credits: Alex Woronow
You call him egg, not for any particularly cute reason, but because two weeks ago he was in your kitchen shoving eggs into his mouth at midnight like it was a grand crime to be hungry.
He looked like a chipmunk, cheeks bulging out, another hard-boiled egg in his hand as he stood next to the bowl that was once filled with eggs. The light from the stove top is the only thing illuminating the scene as you sighed and filled your water bottle before walking back to bed, ignoring the scene you had walked into in favour of more sleep, by the time you were both awake the following day you had already greeted him with the nickname egg.
He'd at least looked a little ashamed of his actions, then he began to roll with it, signing off texts with the egg emoji, buying extra when the two of you do big household shopping trips, he even bought a fridge magnet of an egg to post his notes on the fridge. It was all together cute, until spring rolled around and his season came in, then the nickname gained a whole new meaning.
He had been coiled up in the living room watching as you hung out your washing, tongue flicking out slightly before he spoke up, smiling as he called you over and held out his hands, taking yours as he pulled you into resting on his coiled tail. Stroking across your knuckles as he asks if you'd be willing to perhaps help him this season, eyes glittering with both mirth and slow growing lust as he asks if you'd be interested in helping him clutch.
Letting go of one of your hands to press his to your stomach, hissing slightly as he speaks, asking if you'd be willing to help your dear egg with making his own eggs...
Milky Way at Stirling Dam, Western Australia
Nikon d810a - 35mm - ISO 3200 - f/2.2 Foreground: 3 x 20 seconds Sky: 6 x 20 seconds H-alpha: 3 x 60 seconds Nomad Move Shoot Move tracker
Would you like it if a shapeshifter made themselves into a dildo and then kept changing size and moving inside you?
Hmmm lemme think about this, you amazing anon, is the sky blue? Is the grass green? I think I would definitely like it, nay, love it, to have a shapeshifter change themselves into a dildo to keep them all snug inside me.
Only moving inside me when I least expect it, growing and growing in size to split apart my walls with its girth. And then when I’m so close to falling over the edge it shifting into a smaller size, merely grazing along my nerves. Enough to keep me tingling and on edge but not enough to push me over.
Then as if to torture me further he stills completely till my orgasm ebbs away into nothing. Leaving just the painful anticipation for when he’ll pull the same stunt all over again.
The cruelty of racist white men.
Does anyone else remember when Elon was like "if anyone knows how to end world hunger for 6 billion USD, I'll fund it" and UNICEF was like "we're going to spend a month to make a plan to end world hunger for 6 billion USD and Elon is going to fund it" and Elon was like "actually, nah" and then bought Twitter instead?
I think that was one of the worst things I'll ever see in my life.
I still think that should be the thing for which he's the most famous. It should be brought up every time he's mentioned. In any news article, any interview, any history book. "Elon Musk, who was offered a chance to end world hunger and turned it down." Put it on his fucking gravestone.
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Musk's decision to buy Twitter is unrelated to any philanthropic efforts.
The director of the United Nations’ World Food Programme laid out a plan to spend $6.6 billion to combat world hunger — a direct response to
It was the UN, not UNICEF, but otherwise he did tweet that and they did make a plan that he then ignored.
I will never look at people who have achieved success to billionaire degrees the same way again. I grew up so insulated from the idea that money equals power, and power equals 100,000 horrible, terrible things. All I knew is "this man made a billion dollars, he's successful." Now it's "every person who has more money than sense, also lost their marbles and is probably a pedophile."
Ximena’s son doesn’t have add, he jus like to jump okay
Jayvik Dnd AU
Suggestive, 18+
You've noticed that Ghost has been staring at you more often than not lately.
Not like it was a massive deal, he was your superior officer, and you were relatively new, maybe you hadn't truly earned your stripes with him yet. The others had told you he was closed off, but he'd warm up to you!
But then, you found yourself to becoming increasingly self-conscious. He would stare at you. Not like, in your direction, but right at you, sometimes just burning his gaze into you.
Did he think your hair was done weird? Or maybe your uniform was out of place? Or maybe you had something on your face??
You began to notice that during training, he was harsher with you, telling you what you were doing wrong, correcting your form, all things a Lieutenant should do of course, except there wasn't anything wrong with your form.
Not to worry though, you were soon deployed on a solo mission the day after, giving you ample time to take your mind off things.
Only to come back, and for him to completely ignore you. I mean, it was marginally better than the constant staring but it made things so incredibly difficult.
He wouldn't even look your way during briefings! You were starting to get sick and tired. If he didnt like you, he could request to have you kicked off the team, not ignore you like some annoying little boy in primary school!
Eventually, you decided to go straight to his office, after dinner, knowing he had no meetings and only had paperwork to entertain himself.
You marched in, shutting the door behind you, making sure he had nowhere to go, and quickly tearing into him, berating him, something that would undoubtedly have you reprimanded but enough was enough!
"...y'done, Sergeant?" He gritted. Your chest deflated slightly at his annoyance but you nodded nonetheless.
Ghost stood up, immediately intimidating you with his build before barking at you "Jus' can't take a hint, can ye? Fucking rookie..." he muttered. "Over 'ere. Now." he said, his dead-eyed gaze on you.
It was only then that you noticed the hard on straining through his trousers.
...maybe he didnt hate you as much as you had initially thought.
Reverse Mulan about a young man who disguises himself as a noblewoman and has to learn how to do passive-agressive politicking at dinner parties.
He does so to dodge the draft
His greed is something biblical...
You can see him sitting just out of your direct line of sight, watching, waiting, tail flicking as he anticipates you stepping away from the freshly cooked meal you have on the stove. Teeth chattering as he slinks a little closer, standing just far enough away that when he asks how long dinner will be you would have to turn your back on the food, looking over your shoulder you tell him to wait and be good.
Laughing when he hisses slightly, slinking back out of sight.
You had opened the fridge and grabbed one item, one, in the thirty seconds it took to do this he had struck.
Clawed fingers holding a piece of the cooked meat, mouth full with the previous one he had stolen, chewing happily as he rumbles with a content purr. Freezing as he finds you looking at him, arms crossed, shoving the piece of meat in his mouth before scrambling to run away from the kitchen, feet attaching slightly against the floor as you chase him down.
Your neighbours probably think you have the most toxic relationship, as you can be heard yelling through the walls. Screams of 'you greedy bitch!' and 'you act like I don't feed you!' being heard clearly as you manage to tackle your cat hybrid boyfriend onto the bed, wrestling him down until he goes limp and meows pathetically as he promises not to do it again.
You leave him in the dark room and go back to cooking, making sure he doesn't get his grubby little clawed beans for fingers, in the food again.
Plating up the dish and making sure he has two pieces less of the meat on his, eating together and watching as he eyes your plate, his already cleaned of food and sauces. There's only a bite left on your plate when you stand to grab a napkin, by the time your back he is licking your pate clean, eyes round and playing innocent as he puts the plate back on your side of the table.
Your voice is flat when you tell him he has the greed people read about in the bible, ignoring the sputtered attempt at purring to deflect his actions.
He spent the rest of the night sulking as you enjoy a dessert he can't eat.
Your Werewolf Boyfriend won't let you go to work. Your roommate comes out to you two on the couch- he's shifted and got you pinned under him, and the only thing visible is your leg under his winter floof.
"Buddy. You gotta let them go to work!" - roomie says, between hysterical fits of laughter
Boyfriend just makes a disagreeable grunt and settles down further, pretending to be a lapdog
You own a dragon cafe. People can come for coffee and something to eat and get a dragon to pet and play with for an hour. Most of the dragons are employed at the cafe, but drop-ins are encouraged as well. The dragons are anywhere from two decades old to fifty, ranging from cat-sized miniature dragons to dragons as big as horses. You love shuttling trays of coffee and pastries around with a dragon or two on your shoulders or clinging to your legs. One day just after closing hours the entire cafe goes dark, like someone flipped a switch for the sun.
You poke your head outside just in time to see a massive dragon land just outside the cafe. It has to be hundreds of years old to get to this size. It looks at the sign on the door that says "all dragons welcome!" and then locks eyes with you. It's way too big to even get in the door. You duck back inside and hang up your apron before you get a selection of leftover pastries and pour a big mug of coffee. The dragon is still there when you walk outside with a blanket tucked under your arm. You spread it over the lawn and sit with your treats.
"Come on," you say warmly, patting your lap.
The dragon lowers its head into your lap, letting out a content sigh as you pet its cheek and scratch under its chin. All dragons deserve love, even the big, scary ones.
one day you wake up to being in another world where monsters are real orc: listen, human, you don’t have to be afraid gnoll: we won’t hurt you werewolf: wha- you, taking off your clothes: no, no, continue. I’m listening.
This, coming full circle, as I walk into my sixth year of taking t shots because my self image is built on the fact that my only identifying factor by my abusers was how much better I'd be at being a man- and now I'm snugly nonbinary and just happy to be alive 🥰
“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”
— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
