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35, smutty writer, internet wastoid, gender enthusiast 🏳️‍⚧️, literally me in the pfp. Here for the weirdness of being human. I post stuff here sometimes: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MarcyAutumn/pseuds/MarcyAutumn

Question from a TEFL course for teaching English that reads 'With assimilation the words 'good girl' would be pronounced more like 'goog girl'
“Our national counterterrorism activities will prioritize the rapid identification and neutralization of violent, secular political groups whose ideology is anti-American, radically pro-gender or anarchist such as antifa, we will use all the tools constitutionally available to us to map them at home, identify their membership, map their ties to international organizations." — Sebastian Gorka quote in Politico. https://www.politico.com/news/2026/05/06/trump-counterterrorism-strategy-vows-to-counter-violent-left-wing-extremists-with-transgender-ideology-00909284
My sleeping cat, tired after chasing a bug all night.
Screenshot of a blank Sign In page for bsky.
A Twitter post by KFC that for some fucking reason reads, "Still raw dogging your tenders?"
Frieren looking up but with a horribly skewed perspective. Girl's all neck and no face.
Seagull meme from the movie Finding Nemo where the seagulls are all chanting "mine?" over each other. The seagulls are saying "domme?" in the meme.
Two posts next to one another, the OP's and one by @marknelsen.art showing screenshots of a Star Fox game where both Fox and Krystal are extremely fuckable.
Pre HRT me at a lame-ass gig I was literally removed from for being trans.
Crop of the original comic's final panel with the dialogue "ok maybe don't try too hard though..."
Dennis and Mac helping to set up Charlie's dating profile in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, the scene where he keeps mentioning he likes little green ghouls.
An image of someone self-flagellating with Ned Flander's head as each of the leather ends. The person is saying "oh boy, time to lean into my character for the bit."
Praying mantis with a speech bubble indicating it is speaking the quoted post.
Confused kitten looks up at the viewer with incredulous eyes.
A gif of a smiley face turning to dust.
A Labrador Retriever with an empty speech bubble. Beneath, the title "Air Bud Returns".
A vertically aligned mouse for supposedly better ergonomics.
GameCube Animal Crossing screenshot of Rasher saying, "Don't you have any decent clothes to change into? Something not so...ugly?"
A scene from Rick and Morty where Summer's friend lusts after Summer's dad, who is beekeeping.
A cluster of cute, abstract, and silly little cat drawings with text at the center reading, "Don't forget to be a little weirdo today"
Charles II of Habsburg, a famously inbred royal in Spain.
Discord friend: in the setting for your books, are there any other races aside from humans? That are, like, sentient I mean Me: Oh, no it's purely just humans in this book. There are already so many themes I'm juggling here, adding straight up racial tension would be too much I think. Or, like, I guess the gods count? Discord friend: What about ants? for femboy purposes
Rodrick stared at her curiously,a golem of gleaming steel beneath a partial knight’s wing.It hung strangely at the wrong side of his head,Audrey thought.He rested his hand on the hilt of his blade,dangling across his lower back and cocked his head as he saw Audrey grab at her own hilt.She felt pieces of her falling away instinctively as the fear and anxiety clawed at the back of her mind and gritted her teeth pulling them back. She wanted to feel this moment.“Who are you?”Rodrick called to her across the quieting voices in the stands.Audrey flinched under his voice and clenched her jaw tasting iron as it ran across her tongue.Rodrick glanced up to the billboard above the administrators in the stands, mouthing silent words as he read.“You will know soon,”Audrey whispered back.Fire burned in her chest as the memories of years under the man’s command flashed through her mind,culminating in the single,crystal clear moment at their charge on the sea of glass.Pricks of pain shot through her wrist and forearm where she gripped the hilt of her saber.The horn called and Audrey’s world fractured.Audrey’s heart beat in her ears as the arena became a distant,inconsequential thing.There was only Rodrick,the narrow strip of land between them,and her fury.Rodrick grew in her vision,hunching slightly as he drew his blade,and she realized she was running toward him.She whipped her sword free from the scabbard and slashed in a frantic,feral series of strikes. Rodrick backed away,easily warding away each blow, grunting against the force of her sword.Rodrick was scrutinizing her as he backed away,she realized,searching for his opening.He planted his feet, parrying her blade and stepped forward, throwing his weight into a punch.Audrey watched the gauntlet as it closed on her and gritted her teeth as the blow landed against her cheek.She reeled back and caught herself.She began pacing around him,cutting off his path toward the center of the arena,unwilling to cede the ground she claimed.
In moments, she knew,the horde would descend the slopes in a disorganized stampede to try and overrun them.Her hand gripped the hilt of the blade at her hip absently.Rodrick’s eye flashed toward her and she tensed,straightening her posture.High Marshal Isadorah strode forward from the rear of the regiment,glinting, gold-trim plate clanking with each step.She stopped near Rodrick, never bothering to look at the knight aspirants and muttered something into the gnarled hole at the side of his head.He sighed and nodded as Isadorah stared out at the opposite dune, stoic and, Audrey thought, gallant.“Men,” Rodrick bellowed, turning his back to the ranks.“You have come to me from every corner of the great Kingdom of Getannia.Some of you seek the glory of battle.Some of you seek the knight’s wing.”Audrey shifted her gaze to the high Marshal’s full steel wing pierced through her ear, holding back her wavy red locks.“You all have your reasons for joining.All of you, however, have spent the last years coming to an understanding have you not?”“Yes, sergeant!”the men shouted in unison.Though Audrey screamed in the collective, she couldn’t distinguish hers from the chorus.Rodrick tilted his head back toward Eos’ unrelenting, sweltering heat and wiped his brow.“A saint of Eos dies with their eyes open, facing her.”Rodrick’s voice was almost a whisper.“And lives as her wrath!”he shouted into the sky.“What are you?”Rodrick bellowed, jerking his head back toward them.“Wrath!”the men roared in response, a collective salute of open palms and hammered armor rattling the ranks.“Nordren som Zevois, what are you?”Rodrick screamed.“Wrath!”the man screamed from somewhere in the back ranks, the clatter of his armor punctuating his words.“Haut som Devois, what are you?”Rodrick screamed again.“Wrath!”the man roared.“Audrey som Tetrois, what are you?”“Wrath!”Audrey screamed, forming her salute.The muted thunder of hoofbeats on sand rolled across the desert,and then the horde descended the slope.
An older woman in an apron pressing dough on a kitchen counter.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you, or we…” Audrey bit her lip. “I wasn’t sure how you felt. After.” Aoife hummed. “I should say I felt quite good after,” she replied. Aoife slowed her pace and looped her arm through Audrey’s, holding her as they walked. Audrey smiled dryly at her. “You know what I mean,” she mumbled. “I wasn’t sure if it was real.” Aoife pulled Audrey to a stop. Audrey shrunk under her gaze. “It can be real if you want it to be,” Aoife said leadingly. Audrey stared at her for a moment, taking all of her in again. She desperately wanted their connection to be meaningful and more, but as she looked back into Aoife’s hawkish blue eyes, she felt the steady drip of adrenaline flooding her body, and the hairs on her neck rose. “What is it you want, Audrey?” Aoife asked. “I want you,” she whispered suddenly, tensing the muscles beneath the scar, “but I am so afraid.” The admission made her face flush. It wasn’t a new realization, but it was new words finally put to something that had been laying deep within her, something that grew as it fed on her. Audrey wondered if there was enough of her left. Aoife tilted her head to the side, her piercing eyes searching. Audrey’s heart raced, wondering what she would find in her. She tensed the muscles in her arm anxiously. Aoife’s gaze darted to the movement. She grabbed Audrey’s hand and pressed it to her breast. “You could have me,” Aoife said. Her voice was low and cold again as she watched Audrey. “You just have to take what you want.” She stared at Audrey, bait and trap both. Audrey felt as if she were falling, her stomach tumbling about inside her. Aoife watched her with a satisfied expression as Audrey fell apart beneath her gaze. She stepped closer, until their lips almost touched, separated only by her veil and their breath. Audrey breathed her in, craving more of her.
A still from a scene in Blades of Glory where Will Ferrell says, "No one knows what it means, but it's provacative."
“Audrey!” Aoife’s rough honey voice made Audrey’s knees nearly buckle. “I’m glad you could make it.” Aoife’s simple satin and lace dress stole Audrey’s breath from her lungs. In her loose adherent gown, she could only catch glimpses of her form, but her dress now flattered her wide hips and curvy figure. Her sweeping skirt flowed away from her in a soft arc, leading to a lace train behind her. The bare skin above her bodice was only concealed by sheer fabric that led to a lace collar. Across the lace on her chest a labyrinthine filigree of Eos was emblazoned, each twisting tendril of the star glittering in opalescent gemstones. She fidgeted behind her veil with the silver and sapphire pendant affixed to her collar. Audrey felt Jensen’s hand tighten on her arm. “I… me, too! My lady!” Audrey said, nervously clenching her free hand. Jensen helped pull her up from her pained half bow. “You look so beautiful,” she said, her voice dripping with sincerity. Aoife smiled at her warmly, pressing her hand to the icon on her chest, bowing her head slightly. She had dusted her eyes to her temples with that same blue ink this evening and when looked up at Audrey through the veil, it gave her the impression of a predator stalking her in the night. “Please, would you sit with me?” And then she looked to Jensen, “Please, your friend would be welcome, too.” “It would be my honor, my lady,” he said smoothly and then bowed. He shot Audrey a wide-eyed glance as he did.
Audrey woke to the sound of screaming. She searched the struggling bodies around her, searching for who made such a terrible sound. The people were holding her in place, talking among themselves, avoiding her gaze. She realized suddenly it was her voice crying out in hoarse, ragged breaths. The searing agony slowly returned to her, crawling up the inside of her arm like a sharp insect's legs moving inside her skin, splitting muscles, and picking at her sinews. “Shh, I know it hurts, Audrey, but I need you to hold still. We’re trying to fix you,” Jensen said. He leaned over her now, his palm on her brow. His face was a smear of fear and sweat and blood. Audrey bit her lip and tasted blood, whimpering. She started to tremble and shake uncontrollably and felt tears streaming down her cheeks. “Keep her still, Jensen,” a voice further down her bed ordered. Audrey gritted her teeth, feeling a distant grinding of bones somewhere in her arm being pushed back into place. “It’s going to be okay, Audrey, I’ve got you,” Jensen said, lowering his head to hers as sobs broke free from her. “I need you to be still, okay? Just a little longer now, okay?” Audrey forced herself to nod and clenched her eyes tightly shut. She tried to still but felt the panic rising in her. She wondered if she was about to die and drew a shuddering breath. “It’s just another fight,” Jensen whispered to her, stroking her hair. “You are so strong, you’ll win this one just like every other.” Audrey forced herself to slow her breathing. Tiny pieces inside of her fell away somewhere and with them, her fear, and some of her pain. She opened her eyes and looked at Jensen offering what she hoped was a consoling smile. “Thank you Jensen,” she rasped. “Is she ready?” the voice at the end of the table asked. Jensen grimaced at her, then looked toward the voice and nodded. Audrey felt the white heat of the iron against her arm and the sharp smell of burning flesh filled the room. (Text limit reached! DM for rest)
Statue of the absolute king, Ronald McDonald, sitting at a bench. This was popular, for some reason, in the early 2000s with weirdos who wanted to sit with the guy.
Image Text: The coach rolled and bumped along in relative silence. Audrey looked between Ogden and Aoife and felt something coming. Their quick, clipped exchanges, the way they would actively avoid looking at one another- and more than that, she knew Ogden, truly. She watched as he flipped a page in his tome, a careless flick of his wrist instead of the delicate shifting of the page. Audrey clenched the tight muscles in her arm. Aoife squeezed her palm. She stared at Audrey with the familiar icy intensity that made her heart flutter. Audrey smiled meekly back at her. “I thought you weren’t going to risk affection in public,” Ogden said flatly, continuing to read from his tome. Aoife’s sharp eyes snapped toward Ogden. Audrey felt the hairs on her neck rise. “We are within the confines of a coach, still yet an hour from Ardenon. This is hardly public, Ogden.” Aoife spoke calmly, but Audrey felt a razor hidden in each word. Ogden flipped another page. “Considering the situation we are in, you’ll have to forgive me if I doubt your judgment, my lady,” he muttered.
An image of a fist with badly superimposed images of a marijuana leaf, the blink 182 smiley, an estrogen pill, and a ":3" tattooed on the fingers. A reference to Kilmar Abrego Garcia's tattoos, used as tenuous evidence of his membership of MS 13.
Dewey from the show Malcolm in the Middle looking down and saying, "The future is now, old man."
Anti-vegan meme of a guy grilling meat, repurposed for the thread: The text reads "I eat twice as much meat (replaced with poorly cropped words: Pfizer products), just so that one vegan (replaced with poorly cropped words: anti-vaxxer) who thinks he or she is making a difference, is actually making no difference at all."