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Hello, I'm Ze! (it/its) This blog is a home for various muses but mostly me, a multi fandom writer; 30+ Pfp by navy-leader.tumblr.com

[halcyonterror]

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[ahotknife]

YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do

[tredekim]

[theweeklydiscourse]

Shippers get a lot of lashings for being annoying and “forcing romance” but not enough is being said about people who force the nuclear family structure on everything. Nothing against found families, but the amount of people who seem to cram every dynamic into a cookie cutter nuclear family mold is driving me insane. It’s another lowkey reductive way of engaging with characters that pretends to less reductive than the shippers they constantly complain about. Not every relationship can be categorized as “sibling coded” or “father-daughter” because most relationships are more complicated than that. Don’t even get me started on the way these people use “coding” *cough* their headcanons *cough* to shut down ships they dislike.

[toskarinfr]

>hear frantic clicking and the sounds of exertion

>must be a rhythm game player

>genuinely impressed at the apm

>look outside

>crabs are pinching a man to death

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

"we cut the nobody scene from the odyssey" "we cut the religious trauma and parental abuse from carrie" i'm starting to think that studios barely funding original films is starting to have an effect where directors make up a story and then slap an IP on it in order to sell. or maybe some bitches just can't read anymore idk it's one or the other

[yexerrr]

*taps mic* Rocky should've been on the tumblr sexyman poll instead of Grace. *leaves*

[emziess]

What was taken from Grace // What was given to Grace Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller

[minart-was-taken]

Many such cases

[despazito]

[laeffy]

Hey tumblr???? Hey fucking tumblr?????

[thyrell]

her what

[thyrell]

does anyone know whag the rest of it says

[innerchildabortionclinic]

interesting kink assortment on the dash

[bitchautism]

here's two articles about how JK Rowling just posted on X an upskirt photo of Freda Wallace, a transgender woman, after deadnaming her and misgendering her repeatedly online.

JK Rowling deadnamed and posted 'upskirt' photo of trans woman on X

The wealthy author escalated a social media spat that resulted in posting a photo from a 2023 event at the Institute of Economic Affairs in

JK Rowling posts upskirt image of trans woman while begging to debate her - LGBTQ Nation

Rowling posted the picture taken from below because the trans woman, she said, was "refusing to debate me."

[sailatina3]

Thank you for posting without the fucking destiel meme

[sergal]

my favorite mashup emoji is this one and i wish it was real so bad

[coastal-mangos-one]

[dolly7126]

Historical AU for F4 founder

Warning: chaotic founder F4 ship dynamic, ABO. Loosely inspired by Empresses in the Palace because I’ve been binge-watching it lately. Features IzuTobi, MdrTobi, MdHs. Alpha Madara, Beta Izuna, Omega Hashirama, Beta Tobirama. (and i dont realy know much about chinese historical terms in english, sowwy (╥_╥) )

Emperor Madara got Empress Hashirama pregnant. Right at that time, Hashirama's father fell in battle at the border, so Tobirama stepped up to lead the army and secured a total victory. On the day Tobi returned to court for his official appointment and rewards, Madara laid eyes on him and instantly wanted him for his inner harem. (well, this is an ABO setting, so whatever the Emperor wants, the Emperor gets; Beta or Omega doesn't even matter). However, since Tobi was the Empress's younger brother, Madara was lowkey paranoid and worried the Hashi Empress would throw a jealous fit.

To clear things up, aside from MdHs grand wedding and the coronation ceremony, the Emperor had never actually seen this younger brother before. He barely had an impression because back then, Tobirama was only about 12, hadn't hit his glow-up yet, and with his white hair and red eyes, he looked pretty unusual. Plus, Madara was deeply in love with Hashirama at the time, so why would he care about anyone else?

When the Emperor casually sounded out Hashirama about this, on the outside, Hashirama kept up his cheerful smile and said, "That’s wonderful! That means my brother and I can be close again." But deep down, he instantly started loathing Madara for lusting after the little brother he had fiercely protected for so long.

Why didn’t Hashirama just subtly decline, you ask? Because he actually had his own hidden agenda:

He knew damn well his little brother was lowkey into that little prince guy aka Madara's younger brother. But he totally disapproved, feeling that two male Betas together would just invite endless gossip, so he wanted to rip them apart to save Tobirama from public slander.

Having Tobirama in the palace meant adding another heavy hitter to his own political faction. Also allowing the two siblings to be as thick as thieves just like the old days.

He figured Madara's interest was just a fleeting phase anyway; once he got bored of his new toy, Tobi would just end up gathering dust in some forgotten corner of the harem lol =))))) (Even so, he still absolutely detested Madara for being so thirst-trapped by his brother.)

But Empress Hashirama never expected that Tobirama would become Madara's absolute favorite, like, completely down-bad status. On the night Tobi was called to serve, when he showed zero interest and consent to sex, Madara didn't even force him at all?!!! All they did was literally sleep next to each other.

Tobirama was highly intelligent, really beautiful, and kept serving up brilliant solutions to Madara's biggest political headaches. Because of this, Madara constantly summoned him to his private study, completely tearing up the rulebook on "the harem must not meddle in politics." Within a few months, Tobi was officially promoted to Consort.

And so, the original main couple barely spent any time together anymore. Hashirama was nearing her due date, yet both her sibling and her husband were constantly glued to each other, leaving Hashirama utterly depressed. It wasn't that Tobirama forgot about his big brother - he actually cared deeply and subtly reminded Madara to visit the Empress. But Madara would always deflect, saying, "The Empress is heavily pregnant and needs absolute serenity. My presence might disrupt her peaceful state of mind."

But there was one major plot twist Hashirama knew nothing about: the only reason Tobirama was playing along and playing cozy with Madara was to milk him for confidential info and gain his absolute trust. His ultimate endgame was to launch a bloody coup, overthrow the bastard, and place his big brother on the throne - literally executing a "cuckoo stealing the crow's nest" strategy. (Tobirama simply could not tolerate anyone who caused his beloved brother pain.)

Meanwhile before all of those things happen, Izuna and Tobirama had crossed paths by pure chance and instantly clicked. Both had hid their true identities, masquerading as a prince and a noble's child respectively. They even promised each other that once they came of age, they would send a formal marriage proposal. Yet, they were utterly torn apart by Madara's sudden whim.

Izuna only knew that the Empress's sibling had been drafted into the harem, completely unaware that this person was actually his lover. But when Tobirama suddenly stopped showing up at their secret rendezvous spot, Izuna spiraled into absolute panic, having no clue where he went. It wasn't until a grand imperial banquet that the truth came crashing down. One was seated in the front row of the Emperor’s side, while the other sat directly below the Empress’s side. The two lock eyes in absolute horror.

Izuna gripped his chopsticks so hard they snapped right in half. Tobirama bit his lip raw, completely blindsided that life could take such a twisted turn.

Knowing Tobirama inside out, Izuna knew he harbored malicious intent toward his older brother. He also knew his brother stood absolutely zero chance against Tobirama's reckless, ruthless schemes. So from that day on, Izuna constantly sowed seeds of discord between his brother and Tobirama. It wasn't out of petty jealousy at all; he just knew exactly what Tobi was plotting, as years of companionship had made them read each other like an open book. (Izuna also really really protect his brother, he do love Tobirama, but Madara always more important than anything)

That month, the Emperor went on an imperial tour, taking both his younger brother and his favorite consort with him. The Empress had to stay behind in the inner palace because she had just given birth (Honestly, I kinda forgot about Hashirama, but whatever, let him just stay in the back and babysit). During the tour, Madara stumbled upon some shiny new exotic distraction, which accidentally handed Tobirama the perfect window to slip away and meet Izuna. Having been starved of each other for so long, the two practically ripped into each other like feral beasts. That night was pure, unadulterated chaotic sex.

But worst luck for the IzuTobi duo, Madara actually knew everything. He had been secretly reading all those love letters Izuna wrote to some mysterious lover in the civilian world. Coupled with the absolute shock on their faces when they locked eyes at the banquet, he had already grown highly suspicious because the description in those letters matched Tobirama perfectly. Also, that secret night between them was caught red-handed by a eunuch, who promptly ratted them out to the Emperor.

Madara immediately executed that eunuch on the spot to protect his own dignity, as well as the reputations of his favorite consort and his younger brother. He was utterly devastated, but he chose not to investigate further because these were the two people he cherished most in the world.

Obviously, Tobirama’s rank couldn't compare to Izuna's, and the textbook move would be to frame Tobirama as a seductive, lustful consort who corrupted the prince, but Madara just couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt deeply guilty. Even though he knew it was a complete accident, he still felt the crushing weight of having destroyed his own brother's romance. If he ordered Tobirama's execution now, he wouldn't even know how to look Izuna in the eye.

Because of this scandal, Madara stopped flipping Tobirama’s name tag for months, completely cutting off his conjugal visits and banning him from the imperial study.

As a result, Tobi's grand coup strategy ground to a screeching halt. All day long, Tobirama was stuck in limbo, doing nothing but playing with his newborn niece over at Empress Hashirama's quarters. Outside the palace gates, Kawarama had already mobilized his rebel forces and was just waiting for the green light, yet he couldn't get a single piece of intel from Tobirama inside the walls.

Driven into a corner, Tobirama deliberately got dead drunk and aggressively seduced the Emperor, forcing him to spend the night just so he could salvage his political standing. And yep, the gamble paid off. Right after that, Tobirama was officially elevated to the rank of Noble Consort.

When Izuna caught wind of this, he instantly realized this manipulative bastard refused to sit still. He knew he had to scheme a way to get Tobirama permanently dragged into the Cold Palace if he wanted any peace of mind.

So, using his absolutely unhinged logic, Izuna decided to straight up grab Tobirama's hand and passionately kiss him right in the middle of the Imperial Garden, intentionally making sure his imperial brother caught them in the act.

Because this time it happened right in front of several serving attendants, it was a public scandal that could not be swept under the rug. Even though it was blatantly obvious Izuna was the one forcing himself on him, Madara - desperate to shield his brother's reputation - pinned the entire blame on Tobirama and banished him to the Cold Palace. (Normally, this would call for a mandatory white silk scarf suicide sentence, but he was still too down-bad for Tobi, so what can he do?).

But right before he was hauled away, by some absolute stroke of luck, Tobirama managed to leave behind several crucial blueprints of his coup strategy with Hashirama, leaving the Empress to execute the final, fatal moves on his behalf.

Izuna had absolutely zero operational defenses against his imperial sister-in-law, who had always played the part of a naive, harmless simpleton, which allowed the coup to succeed flawlessly. On a dark, rainy day, the Senju rebel forces successfully breached the imperial capital.

Madara grabbed Hashirama by the hand, desperately fleeing the fallen city. After running a safe distance, just when they thought they had made it out alive, Hashirama suddenly drove a dagger straight through Madara’s back.

"Madara, if you want to blame anyone, blame your own insatiable greed. Blame your cold detachment, blame your... absolute naivety, and how easily you let past nostalgia cloud your judgment. If you hadn't been so soft-hearted toward Tobirama, today would have never come."

And just like that, the reign of the Uchiha dynasty reached its bitter end.

Hashirama became the new emperor despite being just an Omega. Meanwhile, Tobirama became Hashirama's ultimate right-hand strategist, helping his brother take care of the whole country. As for Izuna, he was exiled straight to the borderlands so he could never dip his hands into court politics again, making it literally impossible for him to get revenge on the Senju siblings.

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[fox-bright]

So--when I was in my mid-twenties and the Disaster Ex tried to make me kill myself, the local mental hospital didn't have any beds open in the usual ward for attempted suicides.

What they did have was a single spare bed in the small, comfortable, quiet, wildly expensive facility for girls with eating disorders.

They asked each of the young women currently living there if it was acceptable that I might occupy a bed in one of the rooms for a while, just the long weekend while I was waiting for a doctor's evaluation. I hadn't been violent, I had gone with the cops without putting up any fight at all, and I was still and I was small and all those things were sufficient for me to be deemed safe. So up they sent me, to somewhere high in Western Psych, above the smells and sounds of the denser-packed wards, above where the care workers were harried and frustrated, to a gentle space with seven or eight young women in it.

I was five foot three, and I weighed about 115 pounds. I was underweight for my frame, as a fair amount of that weight was martial arts muscle; I would probably have been ten pounds heavier if I were healthy, with the amount of activity I got.

I was at least two inches shorter than pretty much every other young woman there, six or seven inches shorter than one of them, and I had at least thirty pounds on several of them. The tallest was not allowed to walk, she had to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around, because her condition was so advanced that the motion would undo what good her hard work had done.

And over the course of the four or five days I was there, multiple of them came up to me alone to quietly tell me that I had the *perfect* body, and they wished they could be as skinny as I was. That I needed to live, because I was beautiful, and if they were as beautiful as I was, they wouldn't need to be here.

Their eyes were on me all the time, in the hours that I wasn't sleeping. I spent a lot of time sleeping, and we took our meals separately (I not needing to be monitored while I ate, and not having my food weighed), but we spent a fair amount of time sitting around in the little shared living room space, talking about movies and magazines and books we'd loved, talking about our families. I didn't talk about my family; they didn't pry.

They were all so fucking nice.

And I could have broken any one of them over my narrow knee. They each thought they were bigger than I was.

Their brains lied to them, every time they looked at a mirror. Every time they looked down at their own thighs. What they saw was not what I could see. They had bright, beautiful eyes in dark hollows, and I could count their vertebrae, could see their ribs winging when they breathed, could see the motion of every tendon on the backs of their hands.

They weren't celebrities. They weren't being paid to have particular bodies, nor were they deep in the toxic sea of having strangers take photos of them to sell to gossip rags if they stepped out of doors in old jeans. They had families and loved ones who were doing everything that they could to protect them, to uplift them and help them be healthy. They were just everyday people--a nurse, a couple of students, a couple of recent college grads, a young woman who had decided it was time to really get help because she wanted to be a mother--and still they'd been so injured by the neverending fucking deluge of body-image bullshit that they were dying of it.

That was in 2009. Things are worse now. I think about them still. I hope that they're all right.

[cloroxcasserole]

Jax outfits I guess

[honorculture]