Apart from the books and the sofa bed, there wasn’t much else to see, but it still looked more like a student room rather than the home of a director of a well-respected charity. How much did Stefan pay himself?

“Shit as in, that’s interesting, or shit as in, oh my god you work in a mental hospital?” Michael asked, dryly.

Stefan gave him an unimpressed look. “Shit as in, I’ve refused requests for information from your hospital a couple of times.”

I'm at 6k in three days. I have individual character sheets. I'd asked to be saved but it's too late...

lol what. gods, I hope as few people as possible interact with this and as many people as possible write unhinged underage non con monster fucking out of spite

a friend of a friend was run out of the fandom for writing consensual, aged-up!Jinx/Sevika :P

A badge of honour 🎖️

HOLY SHIT. How does it get *worse*??? I'm really grateful to you for reading through this trash, but pls take care of yourself as well <3

Sexuality Beyond Consent: Risk, Race, Traumatophilia (Sexual Cultures) by Avgi Saketopoulou

Hermeneutical Injustice in Consent and Asexuality: starchythoughts.tumblr.com/post/1412662...

I can't be bothered to get into it but this is so fucking ableist. People with PTSD can't give enthusiastic consent, people with chronic pain can't give enthusiastic consent. They can give informed consent! But that's not the same thing. Also a lot of ace people can't either. Purity culture bullshit

fucking YIKES

and Gong Lan appears!

This is the continuation of a threadfic that starts "Luo Binghe peeled away a piece of skin, applying force in order to tear it in a straightish line, leaving most of Shizun's upper arm intact", just in case you were wondering how delusional LBH is being about SJ's 'trust' here, the answer is: very.

Writing Bingjiu again! Hopefully my motivation/spoons last long enough for me to finish ^^