One thing I’ve learned about writing is ”give everything a face”. It’s no good to write passively that the nobility fled the city or that the toxic marshes were poisoning the animals beyond any ability to function. Make a protagonist see how a desperate woman in torn silks climbs onto a carriage and speeds off, or a two-headed deer wanders right into the camp and into the fire. Don’t just have an ambiguous flock of all-controlling oligarchy, name one or two representatives of it, and illustrate just how vile and greedy they are as people.
it’s bad to have characters who serve no purpose in the story, but giving something a face is a perfectly valid purpose.
i work in a fairly rural county in the midwest, sometimes i like to imagine the reaction some folks out here would have if they found out the EMT taking care of them is a 19yo socialist queer trans woman who, 20 minutes before treating them, was reading lesbian fan fic on ao3
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sub!abby fucking you from behind, hands wrapping almost desperately around the flesh of your hips as she tugs your ass towards her again until it meets the hard plane of her pelvis. the sight unleashes a heady moan from her throat, heart rate thumping as you press your backside towards her again and your cunt squeezes down over the end of the double sided dildo that’s firmly inside you. “fuck, baby, not gonna last if you keep that up— oh, shit,” she whines, fingers digging tiny crescent shaped welts into the previously smooth, unmarred surface of your skin. the resultant pain makes you wince but also has the effect of bringing you back to yourself, brain clearing slightly from the pleasured haze it had drifted so quickly into. “y’like that, huh? like knowing how good you’re making me feel?” abby’s high pitched whine is all the confirmation you need to continue your teasing. “fuck, baby, so good to me. any better and you’ll probably just about manage to knock me up.” your words are only meant jokingly- taunting your girlfriend being one of your favorite pastimes- but her reaction is beyond anything you truly expected, her hips suddenly slamming into the fat of your ass as she picks up the pace, tears of pure bliss leaking from her eyes as she moans and pants above you. “fuck, you liked that? wanna get me pregnant? wanna make me a mommy?” the question breaks her- sudddenly the dirty blonde is done for, mutters of fuck yeah, wanna do it so bad, please, please, making their way out through the incoherent babbles that spill from her lips. abby’s straight up rutting against you now, all pretense of rhythm or regular motion abandoned in favour of her arousal. it’s a matter of minutes before you both cum, her before you, sweat slicking your temples and beading against the top of your lover’s lip. “didn’t know you’d like that so much,” you admit, head burrowing into the downy softness of your pillow as abby tries to regain her breath beside you, legs still trembling from her orgasm. “had you moaning and writhing and shit like a little bitch-” a fraction of a second goes by before a pillow connects firmly with your face. “shut up about it or i’m gonna cry and then i won’t cook later,” abby complains, “and i know you want my world famous pasta so don’t test me-” your lips instantly connect with hers to shut her up, teeth gently nibbling at your girlfriend’s lower lip as she whines into your mouth, pulling away to mutter about how unfair it is that you get to kiss her and win the argument. “shut up and get your ass downstairs, anderson. i’ll even chop the onion this time.”
its been p common knowledge for decades that light pollution can be massively reduced by just putting shades on streetlamps, and that doing that would save energy, help wildlife, and let us see the stars better, but are society says if u wanna change any minor little tiny thing u gotta dedicate ur whole life to campaigning for it and this is a good ways down the list of priorities for most ppl, so instead i gotta walk past newly-installed streetlamps that are just dumb glass globes that use half their electricity to blast half their light directly into the sky where it does only bad things for no reason and think "we should overthrow the government"
people with breasts who don’t want to wear a bra aren’t doing anything wrong by going braless and quite frankly their boob situation is none of your business to begin with.
wearing a bra is a personal choice just like wearing any other garment of clothing is. no one is under any obligation to harness their breasts—they are not being “disrespectful” or anything else negative by not wearing a bra. you, however, are being disrespectful if you give people who prefer to go braless shit for doing so.
if you have an issue with it, stop looking at their chest and mind your own damn business. problem solved.
“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.