Stinky Bich

Just a quick, stupid idea that made me laugh more than it should have.

,,,,mayhaps 🥺 -❄️

ig bring out the mfin TISSUES then 😤

LOOK AT THIS!!! THIS IS GOOD SHIT!!!

i love her 🥺

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an important reminder to other folks in the community (or any community with a character that uses SL for whatever reason)!!!

How do we recognize ableist content like that? I've never been in situations like that, so something that look pretty harmless to me could be in fact quite shitty. I don't want to share stuff like that and be unaware of it, how do I learn?

well thank you for asking!!! but the first thing I’d like to do is make it clear that while I do trust myself to recognize many common ableist errors/choices, I do not pretend to be an authority on this issue any more than anyone else who’s done some research, talked with other people, and worked to recognize things. I need help sometimes too! Also I’d like to reiterate that I am able-bodied and people with disabilities are free to correct me.

The second thing to notice is that SOMETIMES these things are context-dependent. For instance, while I usually gag to see Jameson made into like the son of somebody the same age as him, if you’re actually writing an au where Jameson and maybe another character or two are actually children to another character, that can be pretty cute!!! In that case an adult is not being infantilized and he is not made into a child because of his disability - he’s being made into a child because he’s a literal four-year-old and that’s the premise of the story (and he still can’t talk). Alternatively, maybe Jameson needs extra attention and love and protection from older brothers after a traumatic event - but at some point, that Jameson should begin to regain his independence, should still experience a wide range of emotions, and should not be condescended to about his emotions or ability to function alone. However, please be careful with this… don’t use context to make excuses if you’re actually pulling ableist shit.

I think that list I gave in the post I made is a good (but not comprehensive!) starting point for some of the things to look for that are offensive to people with disabilities (some of these are specific to mutism). Let’s take another deeper look at these points:

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awe!! youre so sweet man 🥰

have this bad boy right hERE

aNGST 4 with chase

cw(s) for readers: angst!! (obvi)

“Why are you lying to me?”

Chase stood at Marvin’s bedroom doorway, his voice was soft and delicate, balanced by false rationality. It didn’t reflect how he truly felt. Internally, he was being consumed by confusion and betrayal. A fist was curled by his side, shaking with jolts of anger, coupled with a frown.

Marvin was sat on his bed and looked up from his leather-bound book, either ignoring or just completely unaware of how much Chase was shaking now. He couldn’t tell, not while he has that stupid fucking mask on.

“What did you say, Chaser? Didn’t quite catch what you said.”

He flinched at the nickname, his free hand latching onto his other arm, crossing his chest and acting as a flimsy shield for his heart. He closes his eyes and huffs softly. He takes a while to respond again. So long that Marvin got up and abandoned his book and was gently shaking his shoulder and whispering ‘Chase?’ ever so softly in his ear. His eyes snap open and his eyes snap to Marvin’s.

“Why are you lying to me, Marvin?”

His tone was harsh, almost like a growl. It caught the magician off guard- it wasn’t how Chase normally spoke. His hand that rested on Chase’s shoulder slipped down and returned to his side. It seemed that it was his turn to frown.

“I… Chase, why would I ever lie to you?”

‘For so many shitty reasons,’ Chase wanted to say. ‘such as covering him.’

But he bit back his tongue. He wasn’t sure why he stopped himself from off on him, with all things considered. Maybe he just didn’t want to hurt Marvin somehow. It wasn’t his fault, anyway.

But he made himself involved when he decided to cover Jackie. That made him snap.

“I dunno, Marv!” He hissed out lowly. “Maybe so you can cover Jackie’s ass when I asked if something is going on with him and Stacy? Maybe so that I don’t find out he’s sleeping with my wife?” A look of hurt replaced Marvin’s eyes once he said that (well… from what he could see, anyway.) Chase didn’t care, though. Not right now. It was nothing compared to how he was feeling.

“Chase, I-”

“You lied to my fucking face, Marvin! Do you realize that?!” He could feel himself go into hysterics now. Hot tears rolled down his cheek while he let out a broken laugh. “You value your relationship with Jackie more than ours! More than my family!”

Marvin stayed silent. But Chase didn’t care. He didn’t need a response to press on. “You’re a selfish prick, you know that?”

More silence from the magician. Chase turned to the door, leaving Marvin where he stood.

He needed to find Jackie.

word count: 463 words

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Sean said the next ego content were going to get is Jackieboy man!

To this day, this remains one of my favorite pictures of Anti ever, just because of how creepy it is and how well it captures the concept of him as this incorporeal being of chaos that’s constantly hiding in plain sight.

Can’t see him? Turn up your brightness and look in the top right-hand corner. ;)

whoever my secret santa is, i hope youve been doing good! miss you lots 👊😔

Could I get 7 from the kisses list with uhhhhh CHASE AND HENRIK please???

cw(s) for readers: none!! its fluff :’)

    Chase wished he was waking up to birds chirping with sunlight draping over him. But instead, what he woke up to was his poor four-month-old daughter was crying her heart out.

    He sighed, sitting up in his bed. ‘What time is it?’ He looked at his window for a clue as to what the time was. It had to be early morning at best, as the moon was still up with the stars. ‘Of course, Maxine wanted to be an early bird today,’ He chuckles softly to himself. It wasn’t every day that Maxine woke him up so early. In fact, she slept in a whole lot, just like her dad! Though, he was trying to fix that (purely for her sake.)

    He slung his feet over, feeling the cruel wrath of the cold wooden floor. Shivers snuck up on his skin, making him retract his feet for a moment. He slowly places his foot on the floor, wishing he had socks to protect him. He presses on and swiftly walked across the room to his daughter, where the carpet was able to keep his feet safe.

    This is when Chase begins to panic. Maxine wasn’t in her crib.

    His heart and stomach started to twist with the worst sense of dread. He darts for the window, seeing if maybe he left it open. Much to his surprise, it was shut and locked securely. He immediately turns around to leave the room to further search the house, but he ends up bumping into something- no, someone. Before Chase gets the chance to start thrashing or yelling, they begin to speak.

    "Good morning, Chase.“

    A painful sigh leaves chest as he covers his fast-beating heart. “Good… Good morning, Henrik." 

    Now that Chase calmed down, he was able to recognize Henrik’s… er, silhouette. In his defense, he only lived with him for about a month now and rarely saw him in the house, as he was a doctor. Now that he thought about it, he never saw Henrik in other than his work clothes… Well, up until now, at least. A small babble got his attention, making his eyes dart to who Henrik was cradling in his arms. Maxine!

    He began to connect all the dots and wanted to cry either out of relief or because he began from cracking under the stress that he had to deal with under the last ten minutes.  "Oh, wow- um, did she wake you up?”

    Henrik sighs, starting to bounce Maxine in his arms. “Yes. But that’s alright, don’t worry.” He laughs softly. “It, um… It feels nice, to calm down a baby at ungodly hours of the night again.”

    Chase smiles awkwardly and nods his head. He didn’t know much of Henrik’s life, but he did know that he got custody of his children every other weekend. “Yeah, I…  You kinda scared me there, you know?”

    "I thought you heard me come in?“ He frowns at him slightly. "I suppose my footsteps are quiet…”

    "Oh, um… I didn’t even hear the door open!“ He laughs nervously, and Henrik chuckled along with him. "Not with all that crying, anyway.”

    He nods and looks down at Maxine, then back at him. “I assume you would like to hold the little one?”

    Chase nodded quickly, scooping her from Henrik’s arms, careful not to make her upset and go into another fit. He planted a soft kiss on her temple, freezing up when she started to stir…

    A sigh of relief escapes him and Henrik when Maxine relaxed again, drifting off in what hopefully would be a deep sleep. Right now, a nice long nap seemed like the best thing since sliced bread to the poor man. He carefully drifts over to her crib and sets her down, draping her blankie over her sleeping body. He carefully began to sneak away from her and back where he stood by Henrik.

    "You got it from here?“ His voice came as a gentle whisper.

    "Yeah. I sure hope I do, at least.” Chase sighed doubtfully. “Thank you, by the way. You didn’t-”

    "It’s fine,“ Henrik interjected. "You’re doing amazing considering…  well, your situation.” He rests his hands on Chase’s shoulders. “I barely knew what I was doing when I had my first child! I just think you should be proud of yourself, is what I’m trying to say.”

    Chase couldn’t help but smile at his words. It felt nice being told that, especially after the whole… fiasco, from earlier this month. He mumbled an awkward 'thank you,’ and made sure to make it loud enough for him to hear.

    "I think I’m going back to bed since you seem fine alone,“ Henrik said. "I only got three hours of shut-eye from the last… two? Two, days. Goodnight, Chase.” He planted a small kiss on his head and left, easy as that. He didn’t bother to question him, as he had found himself aching to curl up under his sheets again.

word count: 830 words

note from yours truly: sorry it took so long to post this! school just started up again n its already kicking my ass :(( hope yall like it tho (especially you, cat!) (you can request me some more prompts from here! just send me an ask :’) )

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