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People who think they're being progressive in advocating for total hijab bans in response to harsh and repressive forced veiling laws in countries like Iran and Afghanistan can't seem to understand that forcing hijab and banning hijab are two sides of the same oppressive coin - patriarchal systems infantilising women, deciding they know what's best for them and taking away their right to make their OWN CHOICES.

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Why is “barely legal” pornography always about age? I think they should experiment with teetering on other types of illegality. For example, they could film just outside of a restricted military area.

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Favorite thing about the Red Note shenanigans: Mongolian ranchers suddenly gaining a rabid following of American horse girls and being like "we knew you had cowboys but we didn't know you value and love horses as friends like we do, this is excellent"

Mongolian rancher 🤝 American horse girl synergy I guess

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*snickering*

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i need everyone to go subscribe to aubrey smalls on youtube. he's a director & activist with dwarfism (who's also queer!!) making videos on dwarfism & ableism. he's delightful and funny and i'm thrilled he's shifting to youtube because he's such a talented storyteller & really good at talking about ableism. he's also making a documentary called dear average height people!!! i just want to boost his content as much as possible.

if you want a jumping off point here are some videos:

Love in the dwarfism community.

What's it's like growing up in a circus.

The Exploitation of Dwarfism on Social Media

Tyrion Lannister & Dwarfism in Fantasy

go watch!!! you will learn something important and have fun doing it

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"Which spices go with which foods" lists are of limited value to me because, like, I have functioning taste buds. What I really need is a "spices that need to be added at the start of the cooking time in order to properly develop versus spices that need to be added in the last five minutes because extended heating fucks up the flavour profile" list – that shit is not intuitive.

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semi-sentient bag of tricks au, where it's an extension of Charles' psyche, so one random day, before Charles figures out his feelings, it starts trying to get Charles and Edwin together and the bag attempts it by spitting out romantic objects at them, like bouquets of flowers, lit candles etc

Edwin assumes the bag doesn't like him because the first item it spits out hits him right in the head (by accident!!) so he's angsty for a hot second that it means it (Charles?) holds a grudge against him for something, but he doesn't know what he did

at one point, it somehow lures Edwin inside and keeps him in what appears to be a manifestation of a bedroom, safe and sound, until Charles can come get him

somewhere in the middle of this fiasco, Charles figures out what the bag of tricks is doing and is understandably embarrassed so he doesn't reveal the truth to Edwin, but after the kidnapping he's pretty much forced to

they end up making out for a few hours before Charles guides them out of the bag <3

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So… I got a notification from the State Department at like 8 PM Pacific that my passport was approved, and I was quietly thankful and stunned bc my legal gender in Oregon is listed as X, or undeclared, and that's what's on my passport. I'm pretty sure someone(s) worked late to get the X passports done today.

I was already really grateful to whoever in the Seattle Passport Office worked late to get these things processed on the last Friday before That Man gets back into office... and then I got a notification that my passport shipped at fucking midnight Pacific and whoever got that shit out the door so it couldn't be picked up on Monday and like, denied and shredded?

They're my fucking hero.

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what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!

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Hello, dear!! Do tell me about 🛋️ , please (It's been very nice to accompany this WIP getting written!)

Hi Macca! It's been nice to get this written, lol! I appreciate all the asks and it's exciting to see that this AU-verse still resonates with people. Here's another snippet, still e-rated, following the last 🛋️ entry in the wip tag:

Shakily Dream stands and Hob levers himself up after, makes sure his path out of the room is clear of discarded clothing or other tripping hazards, turns Dream around and back into his arms. He'd asked to be carried upstairs and damned if Hob isn't going to indulge him. He briefly considers doing it bridal style, but no. Another time perhaps; he's already done a lot of lifting tonight and they'll be better balanced if he's got Dream wrapped around him instead. "Arms round my neck, sweetheart, up we go," he says, gripping the backs of Dream's thighs and hefting him up, and then, because how can he not, he kisses Dream.

Dream clings around his neck, locks his legs around Hob's hips and kisses him back, soft and eager and the little whine in his throat sparks the heat still bubbling in the pit of Hob's belly.

He is so, so ready to come.

And he's promised Dream another orgasm first.

Dream kisses all along his jaw as Hob maneuvers around the furniture, makes his way out to the staircase and climbs the two floors up to Dream's bedroom. He slings Dream gently onto the bed, an enormous and insanely plush comfortable affair, and clambers after him. "On your stomach, love," he says breathlessly, grabbing Dream by the hips, rolling him over and maneuvering him into position.

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🍷

Hi Seiya! Here's the next snippet of a future Turbo Lover fic, following on from the last 🍷 icon in the wip tag:

Hob strokes his chin thoughtfully, mulling it over. "Don't know that just showing up'll do it, honestly." He lifts his cup, takes a sip of his tea. "Might need to cause a scene or two, get caught heavy petting in the coat room, maybe some unfortunate photos in the society papers?"

"Hob Gadling, you are a miracle." There is a clear note of delighted relief in Dream's tone. "That was precisely my intention, yes."

"I'm game." Hob, in turn, is delighted that Dream is asking his assistance with something personal, that Dream has found another way Hob can be useful to him. He likes being useful, likes helping his partners, and a setting himself up for a little mistreatment at the hands of stuck-up rich folk is a fantastic way to thank Dream for spoiling him the way he does. "Should I wear the suit you bought me so my lower-class status can be sprung on her at your discretion? Or do you want me in jeans and a t-shirt, maybe a tear or two and a couple grease stains?"

"The suit, I think," Dream says after a moment

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🛋️ and 🍷Super interested in Turbo Lover continuations!

Good news, then! Thanks to this ask game the 🛋️ fic is nearly done! Here's the next snippet, following on from the last one in the wip tag and rated E:

He wraps his arms around Dream again to keep him steady while he kicks off his own trousers, does a little bit of contortion to get rid of his socks, and takes just a second to bask in the delight of having Dream held naked against him, held close in his arms. He enjoys it far more than he should, probably, but he's also beyond caring at this point.

He likes Dream. A lot. And Dream likes him too, he's very sure, even if they'll never be more than whatever casual arrangement this is. It's good enough.

"Gonna have to move you off my dick," he says, with a soft kiss to the side of Dream's neck.

Dream makes a small sound of protest.

"Come on, precious, let me get you upstairs so I can fuck you senseless again." He moves his hands to Dream's hips, lifts him up enough to slide his dick out.

The sound of loss Dream makes almost has him sliding right back in, but that's not the goal just now.

And one for 🍷, which follows directly after the wine icon snippet in this post:

= "My mother and I have…a fraught relationship. I would gladly skip her galas altogether but I am nevertheless compelled to make an appearance for appearances' sake. I would be delighted if you would help to convince her that perhaps I might best be excluded from future events."

"Oh?"

Dream glances briefly at him, and it's clear that he's choosing his words carefully. "My mother…expects guests of a particular social caliber, and you. Fall decidedly outside those strata."

Ah. "Sooo, you're looking to show up to this fancy gala with your favorite bit of rough on your arm, scandalize poor mummy dearest in hope she'll stop making you come to these things?"

Dream lets out a breath. "Yes. More than that, I wish to cause her embarrassment, and some degree of harm to the social standing she has always valued more highly than any concerns or comfort of her children."

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🛋️🛋️🛋️

Carrying on directly from the last bit in the wip tag, very definitely still rated E, here is a little-bit-longer snippet for those three couches 💖

Hob grunts, shuffles a half-circle in place and drops to sit on the couch, only partially-controlled. He lands heavily, Dream still on his cock, and he feels the way that gravity drives him deep as Dream comes down on top of him. Dream cries out, chest heaving, scrabbling at Hob's forearms in their tailored sleeves, thighs working for more.

"Hob—fuck—Hob—!" He's squirming on Hob's dick, feet scrabbling in an awkward shuffle to kick off his shoes and yank one leg free of his trousers; as soon as he's got it both feet are planted on the edge of the couch on either side of Hob's spread thighs and he's fucking up and down on Hob's cock, eager and desperate and unconcerned for the clothes still tangled about his right ankle. He arches back against Hob, panting, frenzied, the sounds spilling out of his mouth a symphony of effort and satisfaction.

Hob is just along for the ride at this point, soaking in every little moan and cry, grunting his own pleasure as Dream rides his prick like a man possessed. He peeks over Dream's shoulder, down past the open black jacket and loosened silk tie, moves one hand from Dream's hip to push his shirttails up out of the way so Hob can see his pretty pink cock straining tall, pearly-wet at the tip as it bounces in rhythm.

"Christ, I wish you had a mirror in here. Wanna see full-frontal how pretty you are writhing in my lap, fucking yourself on my cock—" He has a great view, all things considered, but god what he wouldn't give for a spectator's angle too. He wonders how Dream would feel about filming themselves.

Dream reaches up and back, grasps the wooden frame of the couch behind Hob's head, his body drawn into a beautiful half-dressed arch as he continues to fuck himself with feverish abandon. "I will—get—get a mirror—for next time—" He shudders, grinds deep, circles his hips in sharp little jerks that make both of them moan, then starts bouncing again.

Hob is struggling to keep himself from getting too close to coming; he's generally very good at pacing himself and stamina maintenance so that his partners get everything they need from him but sometimes Dream makes it terribly difficult. And this is definitely one of those times, Dream arched backwards in his lap fucking like it's his mission in life, both of them still in suit jackets and shirts and loosened ties, Hob's trousers still around his ankles and Dream's still hanging from his right foot—the urgency is tangible in every move they make and Hob is hanging onto control for all he's worth. He won't come before Dream is ready for him to, he won't—

Dream is starting to flag.

He's slowing, getting less coordinated, the noises he makes tinged now with frustration and Hob can't blame his thighs for giving out on him, the pace he's been going. It's impressive he's kept at it this long.

"Hob—!" Dream whines, arches, squirms low on Hob's prick, still clinging to the back of the couch behind them both.

"I've got you," Hob murmurs, taking his cue. He shifts his hips forward just a little, grips Dream firmly under both thighs and lifts, just a little, just enough. It gives him room and leverage to thrust, taking over the rhythm that Dream had established and the way that Dream collapses into his hold is so, so gratifying. "I've got you—" He fucks into him gently for a few strokes, dialing his own arousal down in the process, focusing and gathering himself before gradually picking up the pace.

Make me write!

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THE WITCH DOOR FRIDAY UPDATE!

Chapter 14 page 14 New reader? Start here!

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🛋️ For the tag game please!

Thank you for your patience and thank you for the ask! Here is the next snippet, following on directly from the last one in the wip tag (and still e-rated just to be safe):

He adores this man, this horny rich weirdo who can drive Hob out of his mind with pleasure but can't drive stick to save his life, who somehow thinks Hob's cock is the greatest thing he could spend his time on. He chuckles, kisses Dream's damp and heated skin. "As you wish."

Dream arches against him, languid and restless; carefully, Hob shifts him forward just enough to start pulling at his clothes without dislodging him from his cock. He gets Dream's shirt and jacket freed from between them, wraps Dream in an embrace that's probably too soft for what they are, tells himself it's just a good excuse to unbutton Dream's cuffs. He helps Dream pull his arms free of both shirt and jacket, lifts the tie over his head, sets the garments aside on the green velvet couch. He reaches, manages to free the trousers from where they're still stuck around Dream's ankle, then sets to work on his own shirt buttons.

Dream shifts carefully on his prick, leans forward and works his own socks off while Hob struggles out of his suit; this would definitely be easier if he removed Dream from his lap and stood up but this way's just a little more fun. He tosses his suit and tie aside with Dream's; part of him cringes to treat the clothes so carelessly knowing that they cost more than he could afford, but on the other hand if Dream is unconcerned then he's just going to roll with it. Dream's probably got a guy he can take them to for cleaning and pressing and next time Hob sees them they'll be just like new.

He's got more important considerations right this second.