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[phasingal]

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[superscanaries]

[user87262893]

The type of the mother I’m trying to be. Not just encourage bodily autonomy, but reward displays of it, even when it might make someone else in the room uncomfortable.

[swedepea]

I’ve made so many people uncomfortable in supporting my daughter’s personal space. People will try to hug her, she’ll sometimes say “No, thank you” and the adult will look at me to make her do it, but I just say “It’s ok honey, you don’t have to hug anyone you don’t want to.” It makes people irrationally huffy, making me feel even more justified in supporting my daughter’s choices. Creeps.

[misharoux]

I legit had to mom-voice some random woman with a “she said no!” when she tried to force a hug on Madison. (who was not very good at verbalizing to people she didn’t know/trust at the time)

She replied, “I just want a hug, it won’t hurt her.”

Me: She. Said. No.  

There aren’t many things more important than letting my daughter know that I have her back when it comes to something like this. 

[ineeduhnap]

I work with five year olds and I had a very long talk with them about permission and that your body belongs to yourself and no one else. “Even if you want to hug your friend, you need to stop and ask if it’s okay and if they don’t want you to touch them, you should respect that choice and not do it.” they were like “cool” and then every time after that they had no problem asking their friends “can I give you a hug?” Or “can I hold your hand?” Very politely. If their friend said no, they shrugged and went on with their life. They even started asking me if they could hug me or if it was okay to hold my hand when they were sad. And I always ask when they need comfort “do you need or want a hug?” If they say no, I ask “okay, let me know what we can do as a class to help you feel better. Quiet time? Do you want a stuffed animal? Sit on the couch? Do you need some time alone?” They verbalize what they need and they become aware of their own autonomy and their ability and power to say “no.” Just because someone is an adult does NOT give them the right to hug a child who has said “no” or “no thanks.” Teach then that they own their own body, and no one else is in charge of it. Teach them the power of NO.

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@phasingal

[whumptober]

OCTOBER APPROACHES!

And so does Whumptober 2019! Feast your eyes on this year’s gut-wrenchingly glorious Prompt List, and get inspired to create some killer content starting October 1st. There are some changes to the tagging system from last year, so be sure to give the attached Event information a read! If after reading you still have questions, feel free to send an ask to @whumptober2019​ or reach out to the event creator, @la-vie-en-whump​ !

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

-Kat

The official Prompt List, Event information, and FAQs are all transcribed below the cut.

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[seeksredempticn]

you can talk to and roleplay with bucky, gal or natasha through here!

[ingridbergman-deactivated202001]

What We Do in the Shadows (2014) directed by Taika Waititi & Jemaine Clement.

[phasingal]

gal and klaus @afflantesmusae

[gladlyrphelper]

Send “Make Me Feel”

for me to randomly generate a number between 1 and 100 to write a starter based on any of the prompts below!

A mix of fluff, angst, sadness, and anything to make you feel if executed right. proceed at your own risk! Some content might be triggering.

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[thedeafavenger-deactivated20230]

t-shirts ➳ closed

“Hey. Matching t-shirts, you and me. They say, “I’m here, I’m queer, check if I can hear.” They’d potentially save us a lot of time. Thoughts? I do take criticisms.”

“I did try to work ‘Jewish’ in but it didn’t rhyme.” 

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[phasingal]

         “That’s the best fucking idea you’ve ever had”, Gal told him, deadpan. “We can just put a huge Magen David in the back.”

[tuaconfessions]

i think the fact that diego has a speech impediment is so important. he’s a hero with a disability and not once is it used as the center of a joke or anything. i have a stutter and growing up with one was difficult and im a white girl. i couldn’t imagine being a poc and having to deal with something like that on top of everything else diego had going on in his childhood! i really hope it gets explored more in s2!

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detholmes‌:

     Sometimes she forgot that in other cultures things that people did weren’t the same. For instance maybe in Israel students didn’t haze each other. Gwen could tell by the accent that Gal had grown up in Israel probably Tel Aviv. She tried to come up with the best way to explain the words she’d used. 

     “Um hazing is like putting someone through a bunch of tests so they can join an ‘elite’ group.” She made quotations with her fingers at the word elite, if there was one thing she knew it was that frat boys we’re elite. “Kinda like basic training but more embarrassing or humiliating. Pledges are like recruits, people trying to join said ‘elite’ groups. They pledge to be honor the groups traditions.”  

    What was the last one she asked? Fantasy, how does one explain that? “Um like the lord of the rings movies. Those are fantasy movies, the ones that are filled with fairytales and monsters.”

         Recognition sparkled in Gal’s eyes as Gwen described the whole pledges and hazing thing. “Oh, that. It’s in every dumb American comedy in a college setting.” Unable to hold back the bitterness the comparison brought, she added: “I don’t see how running around naked in a campus has anything to do with being trained to march 50 kilometers in the desert wearing full combat gear.” Hava had enjoyed those movies, to Gal’s horror. Of course, it never got in the way of accompanying her beloved wife to every single one that came out, and some of her fondest memories involved kissing Hava’s neck on the couch to see for how long she’d prioritize the move over Gal’s increasingly distracting affections. 

         God, Gal wondered if it’d ever stop hurting.

         “I do admit that it sounds harsher than it should be if it involves actual weapons capable of actually hurting someone.” Maybe it was the circumstances she’d grown up in, or… well, the ones surrounding her entire life, but Gal couldn’t imagine herself having the patience to deal with any of that. The few semesters she’d done of architecture had been a dream, but that was due exclusively to the classes. She’d never been a social butterfly.

         “What kind of ‘traditions’ are there, anyway? I barely follow the ones my religion has.”

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theymakehistory‌:

Illya’s face changed, a guilty expression crossed his face. “Not meant for you,” he insisted, trying to get her on his side - or at least not infuriated with him. 

Illya turned to Solo, holding back a scowl. He didn’t need the American’s help, or that is what he kept telling himself. He wanted to deal with Gal on his own, especially since they were meant to seem very close to each other. He watched her reactions, wondering how she’d react to the news of who Illya was meant to be to her.

Unfortunately, Gal reacted in one of the worst ways Illya had thought of - negatively. It wasn’t that his feeling were hurt, but rather than this would make things more difficult. If she didn’t like him, then this would make life difficult. At her words, Illya had to smile. “Da, understood,” he agreed, somewhat amused by her attitude. 

         There was a brief expression of guilt: so he didn’t like harming civilians, or, at least, allies, nor was he trying to earn forgiveness, merely explaining why he’d done what he did, even when faced with shouting and her breaching his personal space. He wasn’t fighting back in any way, not even verbally, and it left her wondering why. For the sake of their professional relationship, because he thought she was a civilian scared out of her mind and unequipped to deal with this or him, or because he felt she was entitled to a little freak out? They all seemed legitimate enough reasons, and Gal made a mental note to observe if any of those behaviors would repeat themselves.

Except then he was … laughing at her? Oh, Gal was going to strangle him.

         Sensing the situation would only get worse, Solo was mercifully quick to intervene, a gentle touch to her elbow getting her attention back to him, and honestly, Gal should earn a Nobel for not breaking his wrist. Respectful as he was, Gal did not take well to strangers touching her, yet another personal boundary she had to sacrifice for the sake of the mission.

         “Now that we’re all acquainted, we need to finish picking out the rest of your clothes”, he reminded. Quickly, he added: “No heels, I promise.”

         Gal stole a glance at the ballet shoes Kuryakin was still holding (large hands, calloused, nails cut short rather than chewed on or overgrown, which indicated some level of care with his appearance, as supported by his entire look). “That’s too small”, she replied, dryly. “You should know your fiancée wears size 38.” Gal marched over to the shelf where he’d retrieved the shoes and pointedly picked out the correct size, grabbed one of the dresses Solo had picked out for her and marched into a changing room.

[historical-rp-memes]

{ Send “where are your glasses” for my character to have lost their glasses }

[phasingal]

theseancekid‌:

Klaus had to snicker as Gal looked over at him, the perfect tableau of snark and sass. He raised a brow to mirror her expression and took a step closer as he continued to casually peel off his layers. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what skinny dipping is,” he scoffed, plucking the book from her hand to demand her full attention. “You can cuddle up with your book when it starts to snow, but it’s too damn hot right now. C’mon!”

         Gal allowed him to take the book, sat back with her arms crossed. “Don’t be an ass. I wasn’t born here, remember? I don’t know all your… slangs or expressions or whatever. Are you going to tell me what it is, where we’re going, and why you’re taking off all your clothes?” Not that she minded the view, of course. Rather, she was having to use all of her self-control not to get a good look, and to keep her eyes on Klaus’ face.

[phasingal]

rcfaelgarcia‌:

        “Any time.” He gave her a warm smile, thinking that anyone who messed with her was really just asking for trouble.  But he’d have been a fool if he hadn’t noticed that.

     A little surprised that she’d remembered him, Rafael was pleased. There weren’t a lot of people that he could talk to about his work (for privacy or something else),  and maybe he needed a chance to vent sometimes.

      “Yeah, I put in my notice yesterday though–turns out getting shot at is a little terrifying when you’ve got a family waiting at home.” He didn’t want to scare his daughter like that ever again, the look on her face when his ex brought her to see him in the hospital scared him more than anything else. “And my daughter is the boss.” He chuckled.

        “They’re going to be safe with you around, kinda makes me feel better.” The smile was still settled on his face. “I’m Rafael.” He offered a hand forward.

         Combing through her hair with her fingers, Gal gave him an appraising look. He was friendly, perhaps too friendly, and it had been very convenient for him to be around when she was attacked. Then again, Gal was paranoid. Remembering that paranoia had served her well more often than not, she squatted down to search her attacker. The gun was a revolver – reliable, simple, far from anything high-tech, the serial number hastily scrapped off. It was old, badly cared for, and a common model for your everyday riffraff to acquire, legally or otherwise. She switched the safety on and stored it in her purse.

         The mention of a family made her stomach twist, her heart clench, her soul long for another that she’d never meet again. Could this be an attempt to make her lower her guard? Coupled with the admission of fear, it could work on someone less prepared. To be fair, it had taken her mind off of her search for a split second. Sloppy.

         “You have a daughter? How old is she?” She asked casually, as polite as anyone would be to a stranger. As she rifled through the wallet of the still unknown man, Gal tried to conjure up the most likely scenario. The Hammonds were a high enough profile to prompt some espionage – maybe the other unknown man was a spy who’d had to be pulled out for whatever reason, maybe this entire thing was a ploy to gain her trust, to dig up information on the Hammonds. This didn’t seem to be a hit, or he’d be attacking her right now.

         Still, she’d rather work with the assumption her life was at stake.

         “I hate to break your heart, but I don’t know that I will be around. I’m contacted when they need me, and then I’m gone.” I’m not worth your time, it meant. If the Hammonds had any enemies, Gal didn’t want to deal with them. She was done protecting anyone but herself and what was left of her family.

[phasingal]

thedeafavenger‌:

Six and a half days wasn’t ideal but it certainly wasn’t the worst he’d ever been through. The fact that Gal had rescued him was also not ideal, but he knew she wouldn’t judge him too harshly. “Does this make me a damsel in distress?” He asked with as much teasing as he could force into it– which wasn’t much, given the way he felt.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” he replied trying to keep the teasing up, when she asked him not to run the first chance he got. “I’ll stay put at least until I have no wires attached or I’m discharged. Deal?” If the wires were detached it meant that he’d stabilized anyway, as far as he was concerned.

He considered the question, considered his memories, and then decided h\that if possible, even if Gal had already seen his injuries, he didn’t want her seeing them more.  “I think a doctor. I’ve made you attend to them quite a bit already, I’m sure, and… well, I don’t know where Natasha is right now, but I do know she’s undercover, so… I think I’ll need your help after I’m a free man, if… if you’re willing?” Unintentionally, he had full on puppy dog eyes, looking every inch as pleading and miserable as he felt. 

Getting hurt usually meant dealing with it on his own once he was discharged, but he had a feeling that wasn’t going to be feasible without risking infection, not unless he stayed in the hospital for an extra long time.

         “Mm…” Gal pretended to think it over, allowed a tiny, amused smile curl up her lips, teasing him right back. “I’d call it Iron Fist in distress being rescued by Wonder Woman.”

         Knowing that was the best agreement she’d get (not that she actually trusted him on honoring it – Clint seemed to hate hospitals as much as she did, and in his place, she definitely would not keep her word), she just nodded. “Deal.”

         It was good to see him truly consider his options, ultimately choosing what was best for him. Gal gave an understanding nod, no sign of upset or hurt show on her face. The request brought one of those small, almost-smiles of hers, that showed a lot more in her eyes than in her mouth. “Of course, Clint.” She paused, considering. As much as Gal wanted to help him, she couldn’t leave her son for extended periods of time, and she didn’t want Clint to be alone with his injuries, or with the nightmares that were certain to follow. “Why don’t you stay with me until you’re healed? I’ll be more available, and Yuval enjoys your company.” As do I, she didn’t add. Besides, even after all this time, the house still felt too empty, too quiet, with its population cut to half.

[theseancekid-a]

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“It’s too damn hot. Grab a towel, we’re going skinny dipping.” Klaus loudly announced as he barged into the room, already pulling his shirt over his head.

[phasingal]

         Gal lifted her gaze from the book she’d been reading – WOKE PARENTS: A GENDER & SEXUALITY GUIDE – big eyes appearing even lager behind her reading glasses. She stole a glance at her wrist watch, and nodded. “And what is skinny dipping?”

[rpmusingsnmore]

UNREQUITED LOVE STARTERS

closeted love

‘ i just … want you to be happy. ’ ‘ i’m not leaving your side. for anything. ’ ‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’ ‘ can i help with anything? ’ ‘ i care about you a lot. ’ ‘ you’re my … best friend. you always have been. ’ ‘ i can’t stand seeing you sad. let me cheer you up. ’ ‘ yeah, we’re … good friends, you’re right. ’ ‘ we can share the bed. if that’s not too weird? if it is i can set up the couch! ’ ‘ oh! sorry. i’m a bit of a hugger. ’ ‘ oh, yeah, the french greet with a kiss. i went to … paris. last summer. habit. y’know. ’

no love

‘ i thought we were just friends. ’ ‘ i’m sorry, i just don’t feel that way about you. ’ ‘ can we just … stay friends? ’ ‘ i’m sorry, but i can’t … i can’t be what you want. ’ ‘ we aren’t a thing. ’ ‘ i’m not the person you’re looking for. ’

ex is hung up

‘ i just don’t feel that way anymore. ’ ‘ i’ve moved on. ’ ‘ i can’t love you like that. not anymore. ’ ‘ you and i weren’t meant to be. ’ ‘ i just can’t be with you. ’ ‘ i love someone else. ’

desparate

‘ please. please, i need you. ’ ‘ just give me a chance. ’ ‘ one date. please. it’ll be worth it. ’ ‘ let me prove it to you. let me show you how much you mean to me. ’ ‘ don’t. don’t shut me down. please. ’

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theymakehistory‌:

When Illya saw the look on Gal’s face, he genuinely wondered if he was going to be hit. She looked furious, and it was directed at him based on the fact her demeanor changed when he spoke. ‘Don’t poke the bear,’ he reminded himself, already struggling to not just incapacitate Solo and take care of the mission himself.

“Was aiming for cowboy here,” he said, as if it explained everything in the world, “never meant to harm you.” It was true, he needed Gal and had been instructed not to hurt her. At the whirling back to Solo, Illya was a bit relieved. The more anger directed at the American, the less directed at him. “Is team up. The Americans and the Russians,” he chuckled at the last part, finding this entire set up rather absurd. 

“We are leaving country, to find your uncle,” Illya stated, glancing at Solo in annoyance. Why hadn’t the asset been briefed already? More shotty American work, or that was what Illya attributed it to.

         “And yet, there are bullets in my car!” Gal weighed her options: which shoe would hurt the most if she hurled it at his head?

         Ready to defuse the situation, Solo stood in that graceful, controlled manner, his significant strength carefully contained, not too unlike a panther. “Miss Fedorova.” At the sound of her fake surname, she turned back to look at him. “This is Illya Kuryakin… is your fiancé. The one we talked about?”

         “Are you kidding? The man who tried to stop you smuggling me out of Russia is going to be our ally now?” Gal’s voice was sharp with disbelief. Her glare shifted back to Kuryakin, and she took a step into his space, shoulders squared. To make sure he’d get it, she switched to Russian, “<Agent or not, mission or not –>” her fingernail poked hard on his chest – “<we are not engaged and you will not treat me like I’m your woman or your whore.>”