#((I...used the wrong word... ^^; ))

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[molabuddy]

horrors beyond my comprehension more like horrors beyond my articulation. i know exactly what it is but id never be able to explain it to anyone

[captainfern]

Being an adult sucks so much. Having Price put me in a headlock as he grunts in my ear how he's going to breed me would solve all my problems.

in a put-me-in-a-headlock-and-fuck-me mood rn tbh

john price x fem!reader, 18+

john was a family man, and you knew that. ever since you met him, his team— his family— had been his everything and now there was you. you were his everything, his family.

but there was one thing missing. of course, kids weren’t for everyone. but price was made to be a father— made to have a family. his bones built to sustain, his heart scattered with holes ready to be filled with tiny smiles and happy giggles.

your husbands emotion about starting a family was a soft spot for you. a weakness. you, ever observant, clocked the way his hands roamed over the curve of your belly, or the way his eyes lingered on baby items whenever the two of you went shopping together.

so maybe that’s why you let him pin you to him. pin you beneath his weight like a butterfly beneath the point of a needle. on display, only for him, pretty and still and unable to fly away.

not that you’d ever want to do that. fly away. john’s soft nature and calloused hands had long clipped your wings. you had no reason to take flight. he’d fly you anywhere you wanted, anyway.

but just in case, in case your mind ticked over to something else entirely, he held you tight against his chest—

and fucked you deep.

you were breathless. underwater, lungs struggling to fill. he reached so deep inside you, stretching you out across his thick cock in a way that winded you. all you could do was gasp and mewl, moan his name as your body shuddered with each of his thrusts.

“john,” you whimpered, hands gripping the sheets in front of you. “s-so deep, john, fuck—”

your throat was nestled gently in the crook of his elbow, his bicep squashing the side of your face. his large body kept you weighted to the bed, thighs spread over his legs as he rutted his cock deep inside you. you were well and truly trapped against him.

the hair on his face rubbed against the sensitive skin of your shoulder as he rested his head there, lips dangerously close to your ear. you could hear each grunt and groan, the sounds sending your heart racing.

“john,” you whispered again, his ragged breath tickling the side of your cheek. “so good, baby. feels so good.”

john grunted out, a growl as the head of his cock knocked up against the base of your cervix. your pussy clenched around him, warm and wet, drooling around the girth. you could feel it dripping out of you with each thrust, arousal leaking down your thighs.

john could feel it too. he groaned, holding you tighter to him. “fuck, such a messy girl. can feel this cunt fuckin’ dripping ‘round my cock, sweetheart.”

you whined, and he placed an open-mouth kiss to the patch of warm skin just by your ear, feeling your pulse beneath his lips. you were thrumming, alive, and all his.

your cunt gripped around his cock with each harsh movement, gummy walls moulding to him. you could feel the drag of his cock against you, too, and the way it sent little shocks of pleasure through the base of your spine and into your tummy. pleasure built there, bubbling and fizzing.

the fat of your arse bounced against his pelvis, rippling with each movement. he couldn’t see it, but he could imagine— imagine how beautiful you looked beneath him. every single part of you. his beautiful wife. his perfect wife.

he groaned into your ear, cock pushing deep towards your womb. god, he wanted to fill you up. pump you full of white gold. his ichor. you could create so much from that alone. a garden of eden lying in your womb, just for him—

john groaned again as your pussy clenched around the thick of his cock. warm and wet and tight. the perfect fit.

“such a greedy pussy. s’just so desperate to be bred, isn’t she?” john uttered, nosing at the shell of your ear. “fuck, an’ I might just fuckin’ do it, sweetheart. have too, don’t I? wouldn’t want to upset my favourite girls.”

his bicep tightened once more, and you released an airy moan. the pleasure in your stomach was increasing, your hips bucking to meet the heavy thrusts slamming against your arse.

wet slaps echoed through the room. his cock drawing obscene noises from your cunt, arousal sticky across most of your upper legs now. your body burned hot, and you could feel the way your husband’s cock slipped in and out of you.

“john—” you moaned out, hands fisted in the warm sheets, but he interrupted you.

“need to breed you,” he grunted suddenly, eyes screwed shut and arm firm around your throat, head nestled tight against the curve of your shoulder. “need to breed this tight fuckin’ pussy.”

your head was swimming. and now too was your orgasm, swimming in the base of your stomach, swollen clit pulsing as it drew nearer. you could smell john, the sweat and cologne, and that was setting you off too— a whimpered moan being torn from your throat.

john continued. “need t’breed this pussy, sweetheart. need to fill you up. get you nice an’ fat with my kids.” he stopped only to groan, hips stuttering, then continued again. “got to make you a mama, baby. got to breed this greedy pussy an’ make me a fuckin’ daddy—”

you came with a loud moan of his name, body shuddering beneath the sheer mass of his. your cunt clenched tight, whole body shaking as your orgasm rinsed through you, slipping through your bloodstream like adrenaline. it fizzled out in your nerve endings, though, clit pulsing in a beautiful synchronous rhythm with your heart.

john’s bastard mouth—

“now take it, sweetheart. be a good girl and take it all,” john quickly muttered into your ear, and that was all the information you got before he was coming inside you.

his cockhead was nestled right up against the plug of your womb, his hips to your arse, as he emptied himself inside you. moaning your name, his cock twitched inside the tight, wet clutch of your cunt, and he thrusted lazily a few more times to flush his orgasm from his system.

he dropped his body weight against you, even more than he had done before, and groaned in your ear, releasing you from the headlock he had imprisoned you in. he kissed along your shoulder, grounding himself, as his cock slowly began to soften inside you.

but something told you he wasn’t going to pull out any time soon. didn’t want to sever the connection. his connection to you. his garden of eden.

“alright, mama?” he whispered, kissing your cheek and then nuzzling you there. he could feel the heat of your face against his own, his beard rubbing against your skin.

“m’good,” you mumbled sleepily. “s’just so full.”

“mhm,” price hummed, pleased, like a content cat bathing in the sunlight. “full of me.”

[aeide-thea]

on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance

[chilewithcarnage]

god if i could go back in time and stop the sw new trilogy from happening i would cause why is the world still facing the ramifications of the reylo subculture through the advent of bad romance fanfic turned published work literature giving racist white women pedestals they definitely don't need. lowkey wouldn'tve have made much of a difference every subsequent star wars media thats come out in the past 3-4 years p much treats that shit as non canon anyways and is more concerned with turning everything cool and inventive about the sw animated series into hollow live actions products.

[bonefall]

Anyway. Bi and Mspec Lesbians aren't a hotly "debated" topic or even new to queer culture, it's just the newest thing that bullies who REALLY want to be homophobic and even racist use to justify harassing gay people they don't like.

It's the thinnest possible veneer of progressive language wrapped around TERF and reactionary rhetoric so that they can feel righteous for forming an angry mob against vulnerable targets. If you're gullible enough to fall for the newest wave of bigotry within the queer community, and turn on your allies because they're "confusing" or "invading your spaces," the SAME way they turned on bi/pan labels, trans people, xenogenders, neopronouns, and aroace people before this, then get lost.

[andhumanslovedstories]

I've been running this writing experiment lately to cut out phrases like "I felt" in my fiction writing. Like I was looking at a sentence in a draft that said, "he felt as if character's eyes were pinning him in place." And then I was like, "well, does he think that or is it true? As a result of this person watching him, he's froze. It's not like a thing, it is that thing."

Oh and "almost"! I'm always going, "He felt almost relieved that it hadn't happened." Well, did he feel better that it didn't happen or didn't he? Or "somewhat", I'm always going, "she felt somewhat perturbed."

And like none of that is wrong, to be clear. I don't know if it'd improve your writing, I don't even know if it'll improve my writing, but I use this sentence structure all the time so every viewpoint is from a voice that thinks about what it thinks, hedges its statements, and offers the same ability for wry little jokes formatted in the exact same way. And I have a lot of writing like that and I think (!) that they're good, but read as a whole, I'm like, "god, they all sound the same." Like there's one melody that I write songs to, so even with different lyrics, it's almost (!) the same song. Something I've been struggling with in regards to my writing and why I've felt so blocked is how boring I found writing my usual way. I'd read something and enjoy the individual parts of it, but then I'd step back and I didn't like the whole. And I got good at this enough at seeing that I didn't like it to do it in real time as I was writing, which as you can imagine didn't improve the process of writing because now I was bored AND dejected about being bored.

There's this sentence-level structure fact that I use unconsciously. A pattern I find easy is short sentence, short sentence, short sentence, long sentence. So I write that. "He [verbed]. He [verbed]. Then he [verbed]. As he [verbed] to his [consequence], he [verbed] that [noun] was [statement of condition]." Which could work, it often does make for a nice rhythm, but it's something I reach for often because it's easier for me.

Just last sentence, I originally typed, "I find it easier for me." But if what I mean is "using this pattern is less effort than another pattern," then it's easier for me. One voice is hedging its bets and the other asserting. Either is fine! But they're different! And, again, GOD you would not believe how many words I've cut out of this paragraph as I write it. I'm so chatty. I love using twelve words when six will do. And that gives my writing a specific tone to my ear.

So if I am bored of that tone, why not try using just the six words? Why be understated? Why be afraid of stronger opinions? So right now with my fiction, I'm experimenting with cutting out as many self-reflective words as I can. Sometime you do need to draw attention to the face that this is the character's interpretation, but like you definitely don't need to do it as much as I naturally want to do it. You don't need to always go out of your way to allow the possibility that the narrative voice is wrong. During editing, I trim the weaker ones (I originally typed, "what I consider the weaker ones" Is that more accurate?). But I think them being there in the first place shifts my language which shifts my character's which shifts my plot. It's sentence structure all the way down!!

(this barely applies to my writing on here, btw. i try to do good but yknow this is a tumblr blog. i'm not trying to get a lit mag to accept it.)

Anyway blah blah (chatty!) the point is I've been trying to write in a way opposite of my interests. Something that doesn't take itself too seriously, that emphasizes EMOTION and ACTION instead of minimizing it, and that clips through scenes at a good pace. Doing this been amazingly fun. I've been having such a good time doing it. I am writing so much because I really enjoy doing it. The process of writing is so fun again.

This post is about two things. One is my new mood stabilizer and therapy day camp. The other is about the benefit of pretending to be MXTX.

[thedreadvampy]

Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.

"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."

translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"

It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!

very this

[halohalona]

Beanie

in which you crochet a cat beanie to match Logan's hair

Logan Howlett x reader

i decided to turn this into an imagine instead of a fic cause there's nothing much to it, and the idea is pretty much straight to the point. i wanted to add a picture of the beanie but i'm still making it and i could not wait to post this.

not beta read, this is the first thing I've written in a long while, so bear with me

warnings: none, just fluff cause we need more fluff with this man

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's something I've been working on." You say as you finish the last of the stitches that join the two edges of the crochet rectangle you made. "It’s a cat beanie."

"Hate to break it to you, bub, but It doesn't look much like a cat."

"Just wait." You put the beanie on your head the top corners standing up on the sides of your head. "See? It looks like cat ears! It reminds me so much of your hair, I thought to make one so we could match."

A small smile formed on Logan's lips, finding the sentiment endearing. "Cute."

[dunmeshistash]

I bet the topic of gender and sexuality in this universe is super interesting. Extra-canon stuff points out that the long-lived races have an effect on what’s seen as attractive by short-lived races. The beauty standards of humans leans towards feminine androgyny, because elf gender presentation is very ambiguous. While on the other hand, half-foots on average see dwarves as the beauty standard. Oh, the in-universe discourse surrounding this would be so compelling!

Here's the extra about beauty standards!

Speaking of which, while going back through ryoko kui's blog I realized there's a last bit I haven't seen translated? I attempted to translate it with my poor jp, the help of google and by going by how this first part was translated. But there's these kanji I cant understand at all! Ryoko Kui's handwriting is my worst enemy

Here's what I got so far

So besides Elf beauty standards tallmen also have their own specific tastes! Makes sense considering they're such a wild spread race. If anyone knows what the elf is saying please help

Edit: thanks to iamluminia in the replies! Aparently the elf is saying "邪魔", maybe they think this conversation is a bother?

[radioelly]

shj: i could be sucking him dry rn 😔 han gyeol, born five minutes ago: whag does that mean. thats scary.

i dont think im far enough into the novel to 100% know what gyeol was talking about when he said shj would swallow him but. my first thought was. um.

[adamsrcnan]

confession time. lowkey i don't see what everyone else see's when they describe neil as being like some scary unhinged wild animal in tsc. like to me he's just neil being neil. insufferably blunt and honest, annoyingly snarky and incredibly perceptive to people around him. if anything i think it's more surprising how much more caring he seems. with regards to jean who he claims he can't stand. yet he promises they'll beat the ravens, doesn't say a word after jean trashes their room, is hesitant to leave the hospital room after he confirms riko is dead, asks after jean when jeremy calls kevin late at night, takes all of a couple minutes to decide to put a stop to jean's abuser, was ready to blow off the fbi and make a run for it from the thai restaurant when it seemed like jean wouldn't be able to contain his grief, told wymack he had him, told jean to find his own reasons to not wanna let go of life instead of holding on because he was told he had to, didn't touch jean until he absolutely had to and even then it was to remind him he was worth saving and he should believe it himself. like sure, him putting out a hit is a little unhinged maybe. but i have no doubts he wouldn't have done the same with drake if he'd been able to contact stuart at the time and things did not occur the way they did. again. it's just neil being neil. he's an instigator. and he even said it himself he was great at starting fights knowing he couldn't win them but doing it anyway.

[vellichorsdesire]

finding out your f/o has a picture of you as their wallpaper or vice versa… bonus if it’s a really stupid/blurry one. or something either of you didn’t know the other took a picture of, like sleeping or being busy with something that ends up being a favorite of theirs/yours

[egophiliac]

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, THE NEXT BOOK 7 UPDATE FOR THE JP SERVER IS SET FOR MARCH 1ST.

HOW WE FEELIN LADS!?!?!

AHHHHHHHH NOOO I'M NOT READY, I thought we'd be getting the fourth anniversary first and then Sebek's birthday and then maybe some more episode 7, I didn't -- I didn't think it'd be Friday --

oh god and they're rerunning the story cards, they didn't say this was the final part but it feels like...maybe the penultimate chapter? could the end of episode 7 finally be looming in the distance?! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO

[aro-in-danyl]

Trans Fem Alastor AU

"So are ALL of your friends woman?"

Alastor looks up from his book and tilted his head at Angel, briefly dislodging Nifty who was crafting him a new King Roach 2.0 crown.

"Whatever do you mean my good fellow? Husker's right behind you!"

Husk scowled and pointedly flipped him off while drinking straight from a bottle of vodka.

Angel patted his paw and took the bottle away with his other hand. "I mean a guy you don't have on your pay role."

Alastor hummed, "Woman are much better conversation partners. Witty, charming, and full of pizazz! Men just can't compare."

Vaggie poked her head into the room, and hearing this, grunted in agreement, "For once, can't say I disagree with you."

Angel exaggeratedly placed his hand over his heart and gasped like he'd been betrayed.

Lucifer was a bit suspicious, "You know, that sounds like something you'd say to describe yourself."

Nifty finished the crown and bestowed it upon Alastor with a flourish and a bow. He gave Lucifer a mocking smile, "I'm flattered you think so, I'd only be so fortunate."

Angel stopped antagonizing Vaggie and jokingly said, "to be a woman?"

Alastor laughed, this time like Angel had said something absurdly obvious, "Well yes, wouldn't everyone?"

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Correct me if I’m wrong but through the entire hunger games trilogy, the only person to literally say the words “I love you” is Gale.

Katniss and Peeta don’t ever say these words to each other or to anyone else (like Prim, Mrs Everdeen, Haymitch etc.). I think Katniss at one point in book 1 says she’s sure that Prim is possibly the only person she loves. Peeta says he knew when he was a goner for her in the first book and because they’re “playing” at love, Katniss from then on talks about how Peeta loves her. There’s a bit towards the end of the first book, right as Katniss is thinking of the poison berries, where she talks about Peeta talking about how much he loves her but we don’t actually hear him say it, she just recounts it in her sort of daze. But neither of them say the words “I love you” to each other (or others).

But yet, we know at every turn that Peeta and Katniss love each other and care so deeply about each other. They don’t need to say the words because it’s understood, often through actions and also Katniss’s internal thoughts. We also can tell that they love the people around them, their families, Haymitch, Gale, Finnick etc. We don’t need to hear them say they words “I love you” to know that they love these people and each other. And at the end of Mockingjay, the “You love me. Real or not real?” moment let’s us know that Peeta is not asking her to say those words to him. He’s asking her to confirm something he already knows to be true.