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vroomvroomwee · 8 months ago
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As an aroace I always feel like an idiot for questioning my identity because it's always some bullshit cycle on the lines of:
Me: I think I want a relationship.
Brain: Oh, okay. So you might not be aroace then?
Me: I guess...
Brain: So you want to have sex with someone?
Me: Ew no? I want to hug someone.
Brain: Okay. So you want to be romantic with someone?
Me: No? Hug....
Brain: ...?
Me: Hug...
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felassan · 7 months ago
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David Gaider on Dorian, under a cut for length:
"Now this is a fun one. It's no big secret I have a lot of feelings about Dorian, not least of which because he was my first (and only) gay male companion. There's a lot more to him than that, of course (as there should be), and it was quite a trip. So let's go! Now, DAI is a story all its own, but I'm sticking to the characters. In this case, back at the beginning, the writers were going to try something new: we were going to let the artists take a more active role in the companion creation process. Why? Because not doing so had caused a lot of problems. See, here's the thing: writers and artists speak two different languages. When talking about characters, we talk about their story. Who they are. What they want. We'd write up these briefs, huge and full of information... but it was never the information the artists needed. They wanted visual cues. I don't mean describing their appearance. Sure, we'd usually provide that, especially if there was a story case to be made, but often the artists vetoed us on appearance stuff anyhow so meh. No, I mean they looked for visual language while we tended to only talk about who the characters *were*. What would happen is they'd hone in on something visual in our write-up not intended to be a focus. The first write-up for Anders in DA2, for instance, mentioned he was "haggard" after his journey... and the first concept we got was this pale, shriveled man. "What... is this?" "YOU SAID HAGGARD!" 😅"
"That was the other trick: sometimes when we DID try to be more descriptive, we had to be extra cautious because the words could be interpreted very differently. You encounter this recording VO, too. A VO note says "hysterical" and you *meant* "really upset" but the actor read "scream like a banshee" Thus this caused problems, like I said. The artists would struggle, sometimes conjuring details just to give the character *something* but which would change the character... and, to us, the character was created. Done. We were already invested, probably already writing them. Something had to give. So this time we wrote a bunch of character briefs - but short. One paragraph. We stuck to vibes and the *emotions* we wanted the concepts to evoke. And we didn't name them. They got titles like "Slick Con Man" or "Ice Queen", so we wouldn't get too attached. Then we handed these off to the artists. And it worked nicely. The ones that just weren't inspiring we'd discard, no problem. The others had juice... and the artists felt free to play and offer lots of variations because we weren't set on anything yet. A lot of times, what they produced ended up inspiring US. It was a neat back-and-forth."
"This is what led to Dorian, in fact. He came from a short write-up entitled "Rock Star Mage" and it really boiled down to "I'm cool and I know I'm cool, so take that you cretins". And just like that, the first sketches (by Casper Konefal, I think? I bet I'm wrong) were all amazing. Instant fire. Me: "He looks kind of like... Freddie Mercury?" Him: "Is that bad?" Me: "NO ARE YOU KIDDING THIS IS AMAZING" Plus there was a monkey. Sadly, we had to lose the monkey. There were iterations to come, but this was really where Dorian was born: Tevinter mage, noble, savant, and too cool for school."
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"When did he become gay? Not right away. Like I said elsewhere, we didn't talk romance and sexuality until after the concepts were more in place. But as we were brainstorming about why this hot shot mage left Tevinter, the idea DID come up that maybe it was because he was gay. Not directly, however. Homophobia isn't really a thing in Thedas, after all, so at first blush I didn't think that could work. "Rich kid gets kicked out of the house for being gay" wasn't a trope I wanted to explore. But, then again, magister families in Tevinter are *obsessed* with the appearance of perfection, so...? Any deviation from the "norm" is considered scandal-worthy. It said weakness. It said you couldn't control your house. Now... THAT had real promise. The writing pit discussed it a lot. So I think it's fair to say that the gay fairy was already circling Dorian even before we got to the romance talk. I think it's also fair to say that the rest of the team realized I low-key wanted to write him, because when everyone started calling dibs, who was left standing for me? (I pick last, remember.) I gleefully snatched him up and got to work... ...about six months later. I was very busy at the time. 😅 That late start meant I had to design and write VERY quickly. And I did. Somehow, though, this one... it came easily. "Catty gay man" isn't digging very deep, no surprise to anyone who knows me, and it had an extra layer of being so fun because Dorian was confident. He sparred verbally. I loved it."
"There was more to it, however. The conflict between Dorian and his father... ugh, how do I say this? Let's be clear: Dorian's story is not MY story, but it's also not far off. I wrote the entire confrontation scene in one go. After I was done, I probably cried harder than I ever have in my life. 🫠 I was unsure whether it was any good, however. I just didn't feel objective. I passed it over to Cori May - my friend but also Dorian's editor - and asked her to please tell me and be honest. She read it. She walked into my office after, tears streaming down her face, and just nodded. "It's good." Here's the thing. Not everyone is going to agree with this, but: I don't think a writer NEEDS to be a minority in order to write a minority. Sometimes those characters should simply exist, and we want them to. But if that character's story is ABOUT their experience as a minority? That's different. Dorian's story didn't need to revolve around his sexuality - and, honestly, it only did so as a tangent to his family issue, but they're so bound together it's probably irrelevant to split them - but my writing him meant it could be. It allowed me to SAY something. That felt good. It felt right. Ramon Tikaram came on board after a lengthy casting process (so many British Indian accents, oh god). I sat in on a few recording sessions... the confrontation scene, though? Ramon: *says line* Me: (curled up on a nearby sofa in fetal position) *shaky thumbs up* Caroline: "Yep. Great work, Ramon!""
"Dorian's sexuality isn't all he's about, but that's certainly how some viewed it. When the character was announced in 2014, his being gay was mentioned as the last of a number of points, and the instant response from some gamers was to act as if we'd called a press conference just to say THAT. 🙄 It was annoying. Still is. Overall, however, the reaction to Dorian was very positive. The number of straight men who said they romanced him still pleases me. The number of fans who privately contacted me who'd been through conversion therapy, some who said Dorian helped them survive? Well. Gosh. 😭 I did write him for Trespasser - though I hear that a late scope cut meant every conversation had been chopped by 1/3rd or more, and that meant a lot of nuance lost. Which is sad, if true, because it sounds like the result of that left some Dorian romancers a bit cold. Such is how game dev rolls. 😔 If you need more proof of how it was hard for me to let go of him, a short story I wrote after Trespasser came out where Dorian has a bit of closure with his dead father: medium.com/@davidgaider... So yeah. He'll always be my boi. And I'll always be thankful Bio gave me this opportunity. ❤️"
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User: "I'm not going to lie, it's hard to take my mind off Dorian almost having a monkey." David Gaider: "If by “almost” you mean there was a picture of a monkey that the concept artist put there as a whim, and which would almost certainly have taken more cinematics and modeling time to put in than we could ever afford… then yes. 😉" [source]
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katethetank · 17 days ago
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Rainbow in the Dark
A one-shot from The Dungeon universe
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Rating: Mature, kind of? Summary: It’s the Indy Pride Parade and Eddie cannot find his husband! CW: Reference to smut in a past chapter, Eddie is a little stressed! Word Count: 1.4k
Where the fuck is his husband?
Eddie has been looking everywhere and can’t fucking find Steve.
And this is a big deal.
He was asked this year to be the MC for the Indy Pride Parade. When word got out not only that he got married, but that he’s permanently residing in Indianapolis, the committee reached out and asked if he would basically be their gay ambassador this year. 
He nearly cried.
Ok, maybe he did actually cry, but so did Steve, because it’s a really big fucking deal. 
The parade is about to start and Steve said he would be there. Front and center, there’s no way you’ll miss me. Eddie’s hoping he’s in the crowd or something, because the parade is about to start and Eddie doesn't see him anywhere near the staging area.
Someone is calling his name and he has to get up on the float so they can get this show on the road. It’s colorful as fuck and he stands out like a sore thumb, probably in a good way, with his black leather pants and matching harness that he can’t look at anymore without thinking about how Steve rode him like a slut in heat when they packed up his apartment in LA. 
Ok he needs to not think about that right now unless he wants to go down this parade route with a boner. And he really doesn’t want to do that.
He looks around one last time for Steve, doesn’t see him anywhere, and climbs up onto the float. It’s kind of packed with 6 drag queens already up there waiting for him, but they make it work. And these ladies look phenomenal, he’s not about to complain. They’re each dressed head to toe as the different pride colors and stand in a row making basically a human pride flag. 
He gets manhandled in the middle between Yellow and Green, handed his microphone, does a quick mic check, and they're off. He wasn’t sure why he thought it would be difficult to do this. He figured trying to stay standing on a moving platform while pumping up a crowd would be a challenge, but this thing is moving at about 5 miles per hour so…it’s actually a little anticlimactic if he’s honest.
But fun. They slowly roll through the beginning of the crowd and it’s fucking packed. Of course his eyes dart around looking for his husband, and he has to tamp down his disappointment when there’s no Steve in sight. So he launches into his duties as MC and screams into the mic “Welcome to Pride, Indy!”
The crowd goes mental, music starts up, and the joy is fucking palpable. 
Eddie moves to the head of the float while the Queens grab their color coded buckets and start waving and tossing candy to the kids in attendance. He can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him seeing these kids scramble on the ground and fight each other off to get their hands on Jolly Ranchers and packs of Skittles.
“Thank you so much for coming out today to celebrate! The world can be a dark place, and we as a community have been fighting an uphill battle for a long time. But this right here is what we do it for. To be able to live loud and proud. To be our true selves and not have to hide in the shadows. To love who we want without shame or fear. To be free!”
The music has been building, and just like he rehearsed, Eddie waits for the cue and starts to sing.
I want to break free, I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You’re so self-satisfied I don’t need you 
I’ve got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free
He was admittedly pretty apprehensive to sing a Queen song. That’s like the one big unspoken rule with karaoke…you never sing Queen. Nobody can do Freddy Mercury like Freddy Mercury. It would maybe be different if his band was up here with him. Or Steve. Where the fuck is he?! Eddie still hasn’t seen him and he's trying not to freak out and just give this performance his all. 
He really wishes his husband was here for this next part.
I’ve fallen in love
I’ve fallen in love for the first time
This time I know it’s for real
I’ve fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I’ve fallen in love
As he sings, the Queens take turns joining him at the front of the float, dancing and waving to the crowd, and Eddie has the biggest grin on his face as they ham it up. Red rubs her padded ass on his hip. Purple throws her boa over his shoulders and shimmies against his side. Orange grabs his free hand and lifts it up, making Eddie twirl her around as she dances.
It’s strange but it’s true, hey
I can’t get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure when I walk out that door
Oh I want to be free baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh I want to break free
This is fucking fun. Blue comes up behind him and rubs her hands all over his chest and stomach and he has to bite back his laughter. Green pours a couple packets of Skittles down his chest like a candy waterfall and Eddie miles rubbing it all into his skin.
Everyone in the crowd looks so happy, flags are waving, people are cheering. This feels amazing. 
Where the fuck is Steve?!
But life still goes on
I can’t get used to living without, living without
Living without you by my side
I don’t want to live alone, hey
God knows, got to make it on my own
So baby can’t you see I’ve got to break free
I’ve got to break free
I want to break free yeah
I want, I want, I want
I want to break free
The second he finishes singing, Yellow grips his shoulder and turns him around, grabs his face, and plants a firm kiss against his lips.
Eddie freezes.
He grabs Yellow by the waist and pushes her back. She’s wearing a long 70’s style dress with these big clacky plastic circles all over it from neck to ankle. A huge yellow boa. Her wig is the biggest blonde bob he’s ever seen. Her makeup is super exaggerated, as it should be. Her lips are made to look twice as big, and her eyes are done up mostly in black with a little white underneath. almost making them look like butterfly wings.
But all that makeup…it can’t hide what his eyes zero in on.
Two little moles by the apple of her left cheek.
Another one just an inch away from the right corner of her mouth.
One very kissable one above the left side of her jaw.
Those lips, despite their augmentation, are burned into his fucking soul.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Steve throws his head back, miraculously not dislodging his wig at all, and laughs brightly over the cheer of the crowd. “I told you I’d be front and center!”
Eddie snakes his hand around the back of Steve’s neck and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. The crowd roars and Eddie smiles against Steve’s lips. 
This fucking man. God damnit, he loves his husband so much.
“How the fuck did you pull this off?!”
“I have my ways,” Steve laughs. “We thought it would be fun if we all surprised you.”
Eddie furrows his brow and looks around. “What do you mean we?”
Red comes up to him and slaps him in the shoulder. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, asshole!”
“Gareth?!”
He steps back laughing and throws more candy to the kids lining the streets, and Blue takes his place. “You fucking killed that song, man!”
“Jeffrey, what the fuck!”
He looks over Jeff’s shoulder and realizes that Will is all decked out as Orange, purple is absolutely Lucas’s color, and there’s no way in hell he ever would have expected Mike fucking Wheeler to dress in drag, but the shades of green weirdly suit him. 
He’s had family up here this whole time.
Really, family has been all around him. This beautiful community coming together to celebrate who they are and how far they’ve all come.
Eddie looks back at his husband and his heart is fit to burst. Family is on this float. It’s lining the streets and cheering as he wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and brings their lips together again.
The most important part of his family. His entire fucking world. His ray of sunshine that breaks through the storms.
His rainbow in the dark.
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Tagging folks who liked The Dungeon, and my other regulars in case you want in!
@annachronisme @mrsjellymunson @kozuuji @themoonagainstmers @ellietheasexylibrarian @anaibis @the-unforgivenn @watermelonmite @micheledawn1975
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prongsinrevolt · 6 months ago
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SIRIUS BLACK & the motorcycle mishap (ft 70s music)
(the ultimate modern family inspired marauders drabble that we didn’t know we needed?)
alright here it goes -
The day sirius black brought his new motorcycle, he took it for a ride ….and never came back
okay fine. HE CAME BACK. His amazing ride started out great..but approx 15 minutes later— sirius black was flat on his back, pinned under the bike. And I kid you not—this is what he’s saying while recording himself on phone with no signal-
—‘’If I had to make a playlist for being stuck under a motorcycle, it’d be… uh… ‘I’m in Love with My Car’ by Queen, ‘Highway Star’ by Deep Purple, ‘Ride a White Swan’ by T. Rex… maybe throw in ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA because let’s face it, I’m fabulous even while pinned to the ground.”
Then he takes a dramatic pause, squints up at the sky, and says:
— “Turns out today wasn’t the first day of the rest of my life. today isn’t the day I ride off into the sunset. Today’s the day I get defeated by a two-wheeled beast and—Merlin’s beard—is that oil on my pants? These are new!”
— “Oh, my goodness. There’s some DVDs in a shoe box in, uh, my closet that I was holding for… a buddy. Um, moony you can go ahead and just throw the whole box away.” 
At one point, he tries to summon his wand to levitate the bike off, but it’s just out of reach. Cue him grumbling:
— Sirius groaned, patting the bike. “You need a name—something loud. Flashy. Unapologetic. He smirked. “Freddie Mercury. Perfect.” Freddie if we make out of this i am painting flames on you
And the best part? He has snacks in his pocket
— “ I am so hungry. i don’t know how long i am gonna be out here. I gotta ration my food.”
Cue to him rationing his CHOCOLATE FROGS.He unwraps one dramatically and bites into it before choking and muttering:
— “No almonds! I said NO ALMONDS!”
Honestly, someone send help—or don’t. At this point, he’s making a playlist in his head and humming ‘Starman’ like it’s his last day on earth.
Meanwhile, James and Remus are back at home debating whether Sirius has found a pub or died dramatically.
James: “He’s probably at a pub or something wrecking chaos.” Remus: “Or he’s dead.” James: “Then he’d haunt us. Either way, we’ll hear from him.”
But after another hour? They go looking. They hadn’t heard from sirius in hours which way too long for a guy who usually disappears and comes back with a ridiculously long story about getting into a bar fight with werewolf (James swears it was all remus’s fault but that’s beside the point). So they set off to track him down and after a bit of searching they find him
On the ground.Still pinned.Still talking to himself.
Sirius: “Oh, thank Merlin. Help’s here. Thought I’d have to eat my socks.” James: “You’re under your bike?” Sirius: “No, no. With my bike. Bonded.” Remus: “How long have you been like this?” Sirius: “Long enough to reevaluate my entire life. And start a band. It’s called ‘Sirius and the Sidecars.’” James: “We’re levitating it off you now.” Sirius: “WAIT. Not yet—I need to finish my goodbye message. I am recording my final moments” Remus: “To who?” Sirius: “To the world, Moony.” James: “Final moments? You’ve been under there for, what, an hour? If you die from a bad snack choice or the bike…I’ll consider it a mercy killing” Sirius: “Mercy killing? It’s art prongs, Art. It’s not about the destination—it’s the journey”
Eventually, they lift the bike, but Sirius immediately points at it—dented, greasy, and barely upright—and goes —“Okay, but picture it—with flames.”
James laughs so hard he falls over, and Remus mutters something about “natural selection being way too slow.”
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the modern family episode i took reference from lol
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greenthena · 1 year ago
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Somebody to Love
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Aziraphale does this little thing with his hand when Angel!Crowley starts gesturing all wildly like he does. It's like he thinks for a moment about reaching out to grab Angel!Crowley's hand. To make a connection. Or, I dunno, maybe, just for a second, he imagines Angel!Crowley is reaching out to him.
But Angel!Crowley is entirely preoccupied with the sheer joy of what he's made. He's really very self-absorbed. Not in a rotten way, but like a kid who is so pleased to have done something he finds wonderful and is hyperfocused on his creation. The way Angel!Crowley looks back to his nebula in the end of the gif above. He's made a connection, already. But he's connected to this thing he's made, not to another angel.
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It's not until Aziraphale tells him that the word from upstairs is that Angel!Crowley's nebula is only going to last a few thousand years that Angel!Crowley finally really looks at him. And even then, Angel!Crowley still doesn't reach out to make any meaningful connection with Aziraphale. Instead, he shares his plan to go straight to the top and give the Almighty some suggestions for how to run things. Angel!Crowley has the confidence (in this case meaning a combination of optimism and naivete) that God will hear his questions because he has no concept of self-doubt. He is entirely confident in his own abilities and because of this, he's not looking for a peer to fulfill his needs, even his need for connection.
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Fallen Crowley has to be self-sufficient because he can't trust anyone. Hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope? And, yes, he trusts Aziraphale more than he trusts anyone else, but that trust is fragile and we rarely see Crowley lean into it. We see how very new and delicate this trust is in 1941, after the bullet catch when Crowley says, "You said, 'trust me.'" And Aziraphale replies, almost in disbelief, "And you did."
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Now hear me out. Angel!Crowley's brand of self-sufficiency is the precursor of Fallen Crowley's trust issues.
Angel!Crowley demands a bit of help from a passing angel, barely acknowledges the help provided, responds flippantly to Aziraphale's praise, and ignore's Aziraphale's advice to proceed with caution in his dealings with the higher ups. Angel!Crowley only engages in connection with Aziraphale (and I'm guessing other angels, as well) when he needs something. Unlike Aziraphale, Angel!Crowley's not a particularly social being (at least from what we're shown) except when social interactions create immediate, tangible benefit to him. (I say this with nothing but love for Angel!Crowley, myself an AuDHD adult who struggles to understand the function of many forms of social interactions.)
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I think that in the Fall, Angel!Crowley's self-sufficiency shifted from a sort of confident, creative individualism to a withdrawn, mantled motivation for self-protection. Crowley's never been good at connecting with others. As an angel, this manifested in his demonstrated tendency to become fully absorbed in his work. As a demon, we can see this same trait evidenced in his trust issues.
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But here's what I find fascinating. On the wall, when Crowley slithers up to Aziraphale, it's the demon who initiates the bid for connection.
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As Angel!Crowley, his self-sufficiency had been buttressed (yes, I'm sticking to my word choice) by his innate connection to the Almighty. He didn't seek out connection with other angels, because he already felt naturally connected to his Creator. But Fallen Crowley has lost that connection. So now, he's torn between protecting what's left of his identity, shielding himself from additional suffering, and inching his way toward trying to find someone with whom he can connect.
And now, please cue Freddie Mercury.
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scholarinbookland · 3 months ago
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Clarifying My Blog Usage
So I’ve gotten some followers related to my Jimin rambles, and I’m happy to have you, because I’ll be rambling about Jimin probably for the rest of my life (notice how I got into Freddie Mercury 6-7 years ago and still am a huge fan).
So I’m using this post as a secondary mission statement, with the disclaimer that the main reason for posting this is to see whether I’ve correctly figured out the Read More and link-adding functions before posting my immensely long Like Crazy MV post series (I’ve split it up into three sections, pray for me because I am struggling with figuring out the changes to the Tumblr UI).
Currently I have all the free time in the world, and so I’m replying to comments constantly and love to see them. But I do have some clarifications and standards I’ll set in advance, since I’ve gotten some asks and hope to have more come in.
Shippers/Shipping/Sexuality: I’m about as anti-shipping as you can get without hating on people online or making declarative statements about celebrities I don’t have any personal connection to, but it doesn’t come from a place of denying that Jimin may have some form of not-straight identity. Until he says something outright (which I do realize is very unlikely), my assumption is not that he is straight, but that his sexuality is none of my business. Regarding asks like the one I already answered where we touched on the idea of FACE being a breakup-based storyline, I did my best to eliminate gender from the conversation about the theoretical ex-partner, and my conversational partner was also courteous in that regard. If I’m using feminine pronouns for love interests in any of my think-pieces, I’m probably referring to the characters Jimin is playing in his MVs, not the private life of Jimin himself.
I identify as on the asexual spectrum, which some people count as LGBT/QUILTBAG and others do not, so it’s personal when I say that I don’t approve of assuming ANY sexuality. I firmly believe sexuality and relationships are something even celebrities should have the room to figure out on their own, outing people is wrong, and that sexuality can be more fluid to some than a label you find and stick with from early on in your life. I do differentiate my opposition to shipping, however, from think-pieces about artistic output through a queer lens, which I don’t consider necessarily assuming an artist’s sexuality, and so I do appreciate posts like those.
About me: My perspective, as I indicated in my pinned post, is not perhaps that of your average Jimin fan writing long posts. I’m definitely not caught up on Jimin’s massive digital footprint, I haven’t watched any paywalled content except a bootleg of Are You Sure, and I first heard FACE and MUSE when they were both already released. So I’m doing a lot of detective work from the mindset of me not knowing much at all, and trying to amalgamate perspectives. The other perspective difference from other fans comes from my own life experiences.
The most relevant identity to my writing is that I’m an autistic woman. If you’re not familiar with that neurodivergence for whatever reason, I’ll lay out what it means to me.
I’m not great at social nuance and cues, I’m very hyperverbal/hyperlexical, I have sensory differences and associated health problems, and I have the comorbid condition called prosopagnosia commonly seen in autistic individuals. So when I say something about difficulty differentiating the faces of BTS members, this is not a microagression.
I literally can only pick out Jimin because of the unmistakable way he moves and holds himself, and his amazingly unique vocal tone. (Feel free to ask me about how I feel comfortable analyzing acting if you’re curious, but in short, I did a lot of occupational therapy.) The rest of BTS I can guesstimate based on height compared to Jimin or fashion tendencies, but prosopagnosia is a big reason why I’m not calling myself a BTS fan.
About my BTS opinions: I don’t have them. I enjoy most of the music but not the reality content unrelated to the music, performances, or cinematography. I don’t have a problem with any BTS members, but I don’t have much of an opinion on them. Jimin’s enough for me, and I’m not going to fake either loving or despising a group of 6 other guys I can only differentiate less than half the time. As long as Jimin’s happy in the group, I’m happy for him.
I’m also not rooting for the group to disband, as I know some solo fans of various BTS members are. I just hope he is able to find some downtime after he’s released from mandatory military service and doesn’t feel pressured into immediately creating content for fans, because that doesn’t seem fair to him or any BTS member.
Reblogs: As for reblogging things- I don’t necessarily check out the blogs of the people I’m reblogging from, and I only reblog when I feel I have something to add to the conversation. Otherwise, I just like the post and leave it at that.
Ground Rules: So if you’ve read this far, you know where I’m coming from. I’d adore more asks and comments, but the only hate I’ll tolerate in my inbox is directed at the company/executives, because I strongly distrust them as much as I imagine most Jimin fans do. Anything specifically about an individual BTS member besides Jimin I reserve the right to not respond to, because I don’t feel I have anything to add to conversations about them, unless anyone wants to educate me about something. I’ll leave that to blogs who are aware of who they are as people and artists.
I also welcome constructive criticism about how to improve the readability of my posts. If I’m using ten words when one could serve, let me know. If the grammar is off, tell me. If it’s incoherent, I’ll revise my post. And if you disagree, I love debates where I can genuinely be educated on facts that I’m mistaken about, but please let’s start from a place of understanding and not insults. So let’s chat!
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🔸In the mid-1970s, a Queen encore featured Fred throwing stems of red roses into the audience. The roses had to be de-thorned by an assistant; a laborious task, and Fred complained that there were never enough blooms. Inevitably, some small prickles would remain on the stems and Fred’s delicate hands would be punctured. To improve Fred’s flower distribution, keep to budget and avoid any further spillage of blood, the choice of flower was later changed to carnations, which I kept secreted in buckets of water under the piano. On cue, I would rush on with an armful for Fred, and, while he tossed stems to the sea of outstretched grasping hands, I’d take his microphone to the side of the stage and prepare the next bunch. When the carnations were all finished, he would sprint urgently towards the piano and I would rush to meet him halfway on stage with his mike. Nice bit of choreography… If he was in a particularly frisky mood, Fred would take the plastic buckets as well as the flowers, and throw them and the water over the audience, himself – or me!
- Peter Hince
Queen Unseen, book
Pic: Queen live! Freddie Mercury performing on stage throws carnations at fans - San Diego, CA, USA, San Diego Sports Arena, December 16, 1977, during 'News Of The World Tour'
📸 Credit photo © Colleen Bracken
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nelson-riddle-me-this · 13 days ago
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Tagged by the marvelous @leonardcohenofficial to share 10 pieces of music that've been bouncin' around my brain / that I've been listening to lately!
At this very moment "Hopelessly Devoted To You" is playing in my head because of Pushing Daisies
Also, the opener from my Pushing Daisies playlist - Rufus Wainwright's "Another Believer"
Lizzo's "Special" - it's groovy and sweet; I like that Lizzo has a melodic sensibility to her rapping
Also been listening to "Santa Fe" from Newsies (1992) lately. I think for a long time I'd have found Newsies hopelessly corny in a way that didn't work for me, but lately I've really wanted to watch it and am enjoying the score. Also check out young twinky Christian Bale.
"One" from A Chorus Line has been popping up a lot and I've been singing it a bit at work
I listened to Sinatra's haunting recording of the Cole Porter classic "It's Alright With Me" the other day
Marc Shaiman's main title from The American President - I've been watching The West Wing lately and the score isn't quite as good as Shaiman's work here, and I find Shaiman's music a bit cloying but less so than 'Snuffy' Walden's music for TWW
This song called "IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE" by a group called ALI - it's on my drive to work playlist
Gil Scott-Heron's ever relevant "Whitey on the Moon"
A beautiful cue called "First Telephone" from Elmer Bernstien's score to the HBO TV biopic Introducing Dorothy Dandridge. It's so neo-noire.
I tag @sailor-freddie-mercury, @atouchofsass, @bicolumbo, @sour-charity, and anyone else who'd like to participate!!
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passionwillow · 5 months ago
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I just recently stumbled into the SWAT fandom and I always love another perspective, so I would be curious who you'd see with me (though if someone from another fandom is jumping out at you, I am curious too :) ).
I am a queer, bilingual (German and English), disabled (AuDHD) woman, so living with me is not easy (sensory sensitivities (cannot leave the house without sunglasses and headphones), struggles with social interactions/cues (I will take what you say at face value so you have to be direct with me or I will not get it) and low social battery, focus issues, the whole nine yards). In my friend group, I was always dubbed the "mom friend" (including the first aid kit and the protective behaviour for others. Like I won't say something if you disrespect me, but if you disrespect my friends, you will meet the fury of the heavens). My brain is running 100 miles an hour and switching gears super fast. One moment we chat about the weather and the next I rant about how Lafayette's "declaration of human rights" wasn't one of human rights because like they are teaching it in school because in french there are two different plurals, based on whether it's only men or if there are women in the group (like one is enough. My french teacher would be so proud that I remember at least one thing XD ) or why I think Burial at Sea is the worst thing to ever happen to the Bioshock franchise (I will die on that hill). I always have a documentary or video essay running in the background because I cannot stand the quiet otherwise which means that I know the most random shit imaginable (like in the 15th century at some tournaments knights weren't allowed to wear armour that had bible verses or imagery of saints engraved because it was considered white magic and therefore an unfair advantage) or I rewatch a movie/series for the 100th time, sometimes saying the lines with the characters and in normal conversations I often answer with quotes, likely from some obscure play I saw ages ago. I live with a cat in dog's fur (Akita) who taught me patience and I love going for walks with her, preferably in the forest because it's beautiful and the quiet really helps to calm the running thoughts and sort shit in my brain. If I am not falling down research rabbit holes for random hyperfixations, I love to write or do fibre arts (spinning, weaving, dyeing, sewing). In my former life, I was a theatre girl (and I still miss it sometimes) and even though it is sacrilegious, my favourite Shakespeare will always be Much Ado About Nothing (what can I say, Beatrice and Benedict are goals). My perfect vacation is a city trip spending my time in museums (even if I hate that usually, it's so full with people but hey. You gotta do what you gotta do), my favourite painters are Van Gogh and Botticelli, my favourite painting is Starry Night by Van Gogh, my favourite book as a child was Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke, and my favourite singer is Freddie Mercury. Oh and if it wasn't already showing, I cannot keep stuff short for the life of me and I've been told that I talk too much.
I commend you if you are still with me reading this and I hope you are having fun and if you are not, please feel free to skip it. This is all for fun after all :)
I hope you are having a lovely day wherever you are and may the muses smile upon you.
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This was absolutely fascinating to read. I loved every second of it. 😂
I see you with two different people.
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Hondo from SWAT for sure. He’d LOVE to listen to you talk about anything and everything. He’s fiercely protective of those around him and is definitely content staying in and watching movies or documentaries.
But McGee from NCIS also popped into my head. I think he’d be SO fascinated by you. He’d love to talk history or movies or- whatever with you!
Your quotes during conversation would make both of them grin, and McGee would be with you through every hyperfixation.
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wolfstarsbetterrhanyou · 7 days ago
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I accidentally posted this in a community and now I have to rewrite it :(
this is the story of how I started listening to queen (much shorter than I intended because im not writing it twice)
I used to hate queen so much then I started to like bohemian rhapsody but I wasn't a fan.
I joined the marauders fandom and saw some queen and David bowie stuff and I saw a cosplay of Freddie mercury and David bowie and I saved it because it reminds me of wolfstar.
more queen and bowie stuff showed on my fyi and eventually I found out about im in love with my car.
I was like "that's an... interesting song" so I searched it up to find some context.
I didn't find out why he wrote the song but you know what I did find?
*cue the pink filter and heart eyes*
70s Roger Taylor.
the finest shyt to ever shyt.
and I needed to see more so I listened to a lot of their songs and watched bohemian rhapsody because Ben Hardy is also fine.
it was fun while it lasted, I wish I was still that obsessed with queen... someone give me a reason to go back to that era.
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laurexlawnn · 10 months ago
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I was once flying down a highway, middle of the night, no ambient light except for the clock above my cassette player and the moon, and a lightning storm descended.
Cue me with my windows down in the storm and my radio blasting (of course) when the radio switches to Bohemian Rhapsody.
I'm suddenly struck with such a sense of deja vu, and I guarantee some greater power was staring at me, in my black '97 Honda Prelude, screaming over the top of Freddie Mercury in the dead of the night pushing 90mph in that storm.
Stuck in traffic drinking black coffee. Just when I think "this is so good omens coded" Queen starts playing on the radio
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seemeunseelie · 7 years ago
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Brian & Freddie in the One Vision video
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broken-clover · 2 years ago
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One (Semi-obscure) Fact About Every Guilty Gear Character
I like trivia. And I like Guilty Gear. Being a series that’s been around for the better part of two decades, it’s only natural there’s some details that are less known about. So I wanted to make a silly little compilation about that, inspired by ‘One Obscure Fact About Every Total Drama Character’ by voiceunderthecovers on Youtube. 
As the title suggests, I also specifically did my best to pull out facts that may be less known even to fans of the series, so ideally there’s no ‘Sol is based on Freddie Mercury’-tier stuff here. I tried to find something interesting for everyone!
Characters are listed in order of their first playable games
Missing Link
Sol Badguy- Sol was originally meant to be voiced by actor Koichi Yamadera rather than developer Daisuke Ishiwatari, but given the developer's budget at the time, he would have been too expensive to afford
Ky Kiske- While Ky has been consistently voiced by Takeshi Kusao for the entire series' run in Japanese, he has been given a different voice actor for every dubbed game for both the English and Korean versions. This means that Ky has had seven official voice actors in total, making him among the highest of the cast alongside Testament
May- May is one of only a few characters in the series to have a tattoo, and only one of two where it is not implied or indicated to be magical in some way, alongside Potemkin's barcode
Potemkin- Several of Potemkin's moves across games reference Hinduism. Strive's 'Garuda Impact' is named after a birdlike demigod that acts as a mount for Vishnu, while Xrd SIGN's 'Trishula' is named for a divine trident-like weapon wielded by the god Shiva
Chipp Zanuff- According to prototype and side materials, Chipp is 22 years old as of Missing Link.
Faust- Possibly to go along with his nature of being a doctor with the desire to treat anyone he comes across, Faust's blood type is O, the universal donor
Axl Low- Axl claims the specific date he desired to return to was May 14, 1998. This is the same date that Missing Link was released in Japan
Millia Rage- According to her Xrd SIGN story mode, Millia's favorite flower is the Easter Lily
Zato-1- Based on his abduction dialogue in Strive, Zato believes in aliens
Kliff Undersn- Despite being removed from the Wii version of XX Accent Core, along with Justice, both their names and endings remain in the game's code. They also both contain original art that had never been used up to that point
Testament- The twin demons that Testament summons in Strive are the same singular familiar they possessed in prior games, simply named ‘Succubus,’ possibly split into two entities similarly to Ramlethal's familiar Lucifero
Justice- In Missing Link, Justice was voiced by Arc System employee Takuya Morito, who also voiced Chipp
Baiken- Baiken was initially a difficult character to include in the series, as due to being an amputee, it brought up issues with compliance standards at the time
X
Anji Mito- one of his aliases, Hirasawa, was actually planned to be his name during the start of X's development
Venom- During the winpose where he spins his cue, it is able to interact with any remaining balls that are still set up nearby
Johnny- Johnny is implied to have a close history with Gig, the main antagonist of the DS spinoff game Guilty Gear Dust Strikers
Jam Kuradoberi- In Blazblue, Litchi Faye-Ling's theme 'Oriental Flower' is a remix of her X theme, 'Babel Nose'
Dizzy- In the Guilty Gear XX Burst Encyclopedia, full-bodied sketch concepts exist for her wing entities, Necro and Undine. It is unknown currently if the designs were ever meant to be implemented into the game or if they were simply unused concepts
XX
Bridget- Bridget’s usage of a yo-yo as a weapon was inspired by a world-class yo-yoer that Daisuke Ishiwatari knew during the development of XX
Slayer- In SIGN, Slayer is shown to be able to control his limbs even after being severed
Zappa- In his Accent Core character art, Zappa is drawn with six fingers on his right hand. This has never appeared before or since, and is likely just an error. However, in some circles, six fingered-hands are viewed as spiritually significant
I-no- Her main guitar weapon, 'Marlene,' closely resembles the real-life Starplayer TV model manufactured by German company Duesenberg. One of her design inspirations, Sheena Ringo, owned a similar guitar, which she referred to as 'Dietrich.' Collectively, both may be a reference to German actress Marlene Dietrich
Robo-Ky- In #Reload, Robo-Ky is unique in that he has two separate standard match themes, with a day version and a night version depending on what round is occurring
Overture
Sin Kiske- In all of his playable appearances, Sin has never been depicted wearing socks
Izuna- Despite often being assumed to be a kitsune due to his foxlike ears, it is implied through his story in the Overture Original Material Collection that Izuna is actually a tsukumogami made from a hairpin
Dr. Paradigm- Prior to Strive bringing back several actors from SIGN, Paradigm was the only character to have a consistent dub voice, retaining the same actor in SIGN that he did in Overture
Raven- The portraits used for his non-playable appearance in XX are traced from the illustrations used in the side novel Lightning the Argent
Xrd
Bedman- He shares his voice actor with the character Marth from the Fire Emblem series in both his original Japanese and English dub voices, Hikaru Midorikawa and Yuri Lowenthal respectively
Ramlethal Valentine- Ramlethal is the only Xrd Valentine to not be associated with a holiday
Elphelt Valentine- Elphelt is the only playable female character depicted wearing earrings. There are more playable men in Guilty Gear that wear them than women.
Leo Whitefang- The PS3 console version of Xrd SIGN contains unused prototype art for an alternative version of Leo's character portrait
Jack-O Valentine- Similarly to Elphelt and Ramlethal, Jack-O is mechanically unusual as a character, in her case due to her servant-summoning mechanic. It is often believed that this is a reference to the tower-defense style gameplay of Overture, where the original Valentine appeared.
Kum Haehyun- Haehyun only speaks with her own voice during her outro animation. All of her other dialogue is spoken through her mech
Answer- Possibly as a way of properly proportioning the third lens of his glasses, Answer's model contains a second nose above the first. This was left in place and simply made invisible rather than be removed in the final version
STRIVE
Nagoriyuki- Though he was teased in the very first trailer for Guilty Gear Strive at EVO 2019, he remained unnamed for almost a year until his official trailer was released along with Leo’s in July 2020
Giovanna- Despite it being her debut game, across the entire script of Strive's story mode, Giovanna only has 22 lines of spoken dialogue, totaling 157 words overall. For reference, Sol speaks more than that during his first 10 lines
Goldlewis Dickinson- Along with Bridget, Delilah, and the Valentines, Goldlewis is one of the few characters who canonically has a sibling
Happy Chaos- In Baiken's Strive DLC trailer, an error occurs near the beginning where during a brief pan along the character's name, a trait consistent along all of the Seaon 1 DLC trailers, it erroneously reads as 'Happy Chaos' rather than 'Baiken.' It is unknown how this mistake occurred or made it to the final version, though it was fixed by the next installment, as Testament's trailer lacks this error
Delilah- Her English voice actor, Jessica DiCicco, voiced another adolescent telekinetic, Franke Athens, in the cult classic game Psychonauts
That Man- With his full name being given as Asuka R. Kreutz, he is one of only two characters to be given a middle initial, alongside Bedman
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pjisskullourful · 3 years ago
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𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍
👑Ethan × reader
NSFW🔥 birthday sex, its the best (nastiest, smuttastic, kinky) day of the year girl!
° Ethan Torchio & female reader insert
°  your boyfriend promises that your birthday will be a day of spoiling you rotten. & Ethan always follows through with his promises.
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° commissioned by my wonderful sister beth (@bethanysnow) 💋 thankyou for your patience, all of the inspirations, letting me share songs with you  [requests are open. but commissions are priority! there is currently 1 commission in cue]
[ITA]: micetta: kitten - amore: love
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“Did you buy her anything other than books? Her boyfriend is gonna think she’s a nerd.” Your little sister’s voice came through the speaker of your phone.
Your mother had a quick response to this. “No, her boyfriend thinks she’s a princess. We already talked about the tiara.”
The peridot-encrusted accessory sat atop your head, despite the fact that your hair was still a rumpled mess. You hadn’t yet brushed it since waking up, nor had you changed out of your nightgown. This morning had seen you staying in bed, with all needed things brought to you by your boyfriend because he had promised that your birthday would be a day of spoiling you rotten.
And Ethan always followed through with his promises.
You had woken up to your bedroom filled with balloons and a bouquet box of roses on your bedside table. Unlike past partners where sometimes you received a nice card, but that wasn’t a guarantee - Ethan had spent time preparing for this day. He had made sure his work schedule wouldn’t clash with this day, all so that he could be with you to ensure you felt inescapably special.
You had opened carefully wrapped packages to reveal things that bore designer labels. Then you had received breakfast in bed, waffles made from scratch.
While he was cleaning up from breakfast, you had moved over to the desk with your phone in hand. The small stack of gifts had been sitting on the tabletop for the past few days - delivered by your mum earlier in the week, specifically to be opened during this video call. You wouldn’t be seeing your family in person for this birthday.
“This book looks amazing, thank you Mum.” You said of the Freddie Mercury biography that you currently held. “And I’ve been dating him for a year and a half, Ethan already knows that I’m a nerd.”
“Oh, that’s one of mine.” Marcella said, she had recognised the wrapping paper on the package you had just picked up.
The parcel moved out of your family’s viewing frame when you placed it on the desk in front of you. You ripped the paper away, getting to a piece of cloth. You pulled this out, unfolding it and revealing the design printed on the dish towel.
It was your chocolate brown sausage dog, a fancy banner bore his name, Edward. You recognised the photo of him sitting with his head on a tilt, Marcella had taken it while staying one weekend with you and Ethan. Your sister had added her own drawings to the picture, giving your dachshund a cartoon crown and some love hearts surrounded him.
“My baby.” You said, your excitement bringing a little squeak into your voice. “I’m in love with this, oh my God. How did you do this?”
Your sister shrugged bashfully. “It was just some website I found that lets you put your prints on a bunch of stuff.”
“It’s so perfect, this is the only dish cloth we’re keeping in the kitchen from now on, I swear.” You said, before turning your head in the direction of the open door and you raised your voice. “Hun, come up here, you gotta see this.”
“‘Kay.” Your boyfriend called back from the lower floor of your apartment.
“He’s gonna love it.” You told them with full certainty.
Ethan’s approach was accompanied by the tapping of Edward’s nails on the floorboards, your dog was moving at a quick trot. He arrived into the bedroom, hair pulled back to keep out of his face as he cleaned up for you. He came over to where you continued to hold the small towel up.
“Oh wow. When did Eddie launch his home decor line?” He asked, taking the present from you for a closer look.
“Marcie made it for us.”
“It’s so cool. It’s a kitchen towel, right?” He asked and you nodded. “I love it, I can’t wait to hang it up. But I- it’s kinda too cute to use. I don’t wanna get it all grubby.”
“That very much defeats the purpose of giving you a dish towel.” Your mum pointed out.
“Oh, right.” He said sheepishly, he handed the cloth back to you, bending down to show your family a smile. “Shoot, I didn’t realise the bed was in view, it’s such a mess.”
“I promise we’re not judging you.” Your mum said as he moved into the space behind you, going over to the bed.
“Yeah, it’s not like she has an allowance that Mum is gonna dock ‘cause her bed isn’t made.” Marcella said.
But he had already started on the task. There were a few presents from him still lying on the disorganised sheets (these were to be opened later, he had instructed), he picked them up, along with your iPad, the TV remote and anything else he found that didn’t belong on your bed. He placed all of these on the desk, next to what gifts remained to be unwrapped from your family.
Your small dog had lots of energy to burn, running around Ethan’s feet as he straightened the top sheet out. You hadn’t paused to consider how your messy bed was in frame, you didn’t have the same eye for detail as him. He took pride in staying tidy, viewing it as a sign of respect to present the best version of yourself (and by association, your living space) to someone.
“So where are you going for your brunch?” Your mum asked.
You started to tell them about the café, which was your absolute favourite, after discovering it on your fifth date with Ethan. He had made reservations for the two of you to enjoy an indulgent high tea. Marcella didn’t understand what was involved in a high tea, so, with the consistent scrape and click of Edward’s quick steps in the background, you gave her an overview of what you knew.
Until Edward’s light brown body zipping about in your peripheral vision got to be too distracting. You swivelled the chair around in time to see him launching his little body into the air, his head raised as he aimed for the ties hanging from a cluster of helium balloons.
“Eddie, uh-uh.” You ordered. “That’s not a toy.”
Ethan moved over, scooping the dog up in one hand before this could escalate. “Okay bud, I’m gonna have to ask you to wait outside.” He crossed the floor, going to the open doorway.
“You’ve still got at least one of my gifts to open.” Marcella said.
You reached out in the general direction that you had been pulling from during this video call. Ethan shut the door, with Edward on the other side and you swivelled your chair around, facing the camera again.
“Where’d you get that fancy wrapping paper from?” Your mum asked Marcella as you brought this new gift forward.
Marcella had been looking down, only glancing up once the package was on the desk and out of view. “Huh?”
Behind you, Ethan was organising the pillows at the head of the bed while you pulled the paper back from this square box. You found a plain black cardboard box underneath.
You pulled the lid back, immediately greeted by the sight of something very fuzzy. You couldn’t tell what this round object was at first, but you went with it, this second surprise from Marcella.
You wrapped your hand around the baby pink item, finding that it had a noticeable weight as you pulled it free. This furry ball revealed a metal disc on one side - you assumed this was a stand that would allow you to display it.
But the metal disc came before a small bulb. Your eyes widened and you longed to sink down, disappearing into the floorboards because you recognised the taper of this bulb.
“Oh.” Your cheeks were aflame as you lowered the anal plug, holding it under the desk. You didn’t think they had seen the kinky tail, just as they hadn’t seen any of the other presents until you purposefully held them at camera-level. But you felt flustered all the same.
And you had to act like you weren’t.
“Oh, oh okay. Nope, ahem, that’s not a Marcie gift.” You said, resting the toy in your lap as you subtly reached for its box with one hand. “That’s from Ethan, and um…” He quickly turned around as you were shoving the toy back into its box. “That’s part of a bigger gift, which is, um, an inside joke…” He rushed over, kneeling down beside you and grabbing the box. Without a word, he kept it low to the ground and all that your family saw was you adjusting your glasses. “It’d take a while to explain it.”
He sat up a bit higher, some of his head moving into view for your family. But everything below the jawline was kept hidden, kept secret. “And honestly, it’s not even that funny. Whenever we’ve tried to explain it, we never get a laugh.”
“None whatsoever.” You added to his lie before moving things along by grabbing a new gift. You could tell that it was one from your family, the wrapping paper wasn’t as high-gloss as all of those that had come from Ethan. He grabbed and removed the second stack of items that he had created on the desk, which had included the plug.
You held the parcel up to the camera as you put a smile on your face. “I think this is a Marcie gift.”
“Yep, that’s my wrapping paper.” She said.
As Ethan carefully took himself out of frame, you started unwrapping the present. You found another cardboard box, but this one had a logo printed on it, along with some bullet points about selfie-improving features. You opened it, getting to the plastic donut inside.
“It’s a mini-ring light.” She said as you held it up. “You clip it onto your phone and it has, like, three different settings.”
“That’s cool.” Ethan commented from the ground.
“I figured you guys could get a lot of use out of it when you’re on the tours and stuff, ‘cause you’re always saying how inconsistent the lighting is from one hotel to the next.”
“Thanks heaps, Marcie.” You said. “I don’t mean to cut you guys off, and I know I’ve still got a couple more to open. But I am dying to use the bathroom and then we should start getting ready for brunch. All that makeup takes time.” Your laugh sounded nervous to your ears.
But your family didn’t pick up on anything strange. Instead of asking any questions, they let you say goodbye. He stood back up and waved to them as they wished you a happy birthday.
In the same second that the call ended, you were letting out a loud groan. You didn’t resist the cringe anymore, pushing your glasses aside to bury your face in your hands, fully feeling how hot your cheeks were now.
“I’m so sorry, micetta. I didn’t realise that got put there. I guess I wasn’t paying attention after I put Eddie out.” He said, stroking your back. “But there’s no way that they saw it, not with how you had your phone set up.”
“Thank God for that.” You murmured.
“I’m sure they’ve already totally forgotten about that weird little moment.”
You took a deep breath, fixing the position of your glasses. You somewhat composed yourself as you looked up at him. “You got me a tail?”
He started to smile, his excitement keeping it from looking anything like bashfulness. “Of course I did, my sweet bunny deserves a tail as adorable as her.” Now you were blushing for a very different reason. “Do you wanna see it again?”
You nodded eagerly, quickly leaving any sense of embarrassment behind. You wanted to see and know more about this sex toy at once. You got up, going over to the corner he had shifted everything over to. He grabbed the unwrapped box, placing it in your hands.
You allowed yourself a far more in-depth look, your mind wandering now. The plug was smooth and sturdy, not bigger than anything you had taken before. The tail was made of the softest fur, it glided beneath your fingers as you imagined how this would look poking out of your butt. What would it make your dominant boyfriend want to do to you?
“It’s really cute.” You said and looking up from it, you found that he was very carefully watching how you interacted with it, a pleased smile on his face.
“Yeah, you like it? Is it the right colour and everything?”
You moved in closer to him, placing your hand on his chest before putting your lips to his. He tasted of the sweet syrup that had covered the waffles. He placed his arm around your waist and you kissed a trail across his cheek, moving over to his ear.
“I love it, but I’m gonna love it more when you put it in me, sir.” You whispered, feeling how his arm tightened around you in response.
“But that’s for later.” He said gently. “I really didn’t mean for you to see it now.”
You grinned. “Oh, are you so worried that I won’t be able to concentrate on brunch now?”
“Maybe a bit.” He said. “But I had planned out for you to open that, and the couple of things that kinda go with it…” You looked at the stack of remaining presents, getting a rush to just think of what possibilities were currently hidden from sight. “...later. That’s all part of the later. ‘Cause in my mind, I’ve got this day in two parts, right now is when you get the sparkle- the tiara, the jewellery, the glittery makeup, all that. But then later, the only sparkles you’re gonna have are the stars you’ll be seeing when I fuck you into that headboard.”
You had started to hold your breath a little as you listened to him speak, clear images blooming into your mind. Your heart was beating harder. “That’s not- ahem, why would that distract me?”
He laughed, moving his hands down to grab a handful of ass with both hands. He gave your cheeks a playful squeeze, which made you smile wider. “Come on, you’ve gotta pick the dress you’re gonna wear to our brunch.”
“I’ve already picked.” You said as he let go of you. “I’m gonna wear the pink one.”
He had gifted you three garments, but there was something about the fuchsia dress that made it feel like the perfect thing to wear.
“Oh yeah, I think that’s the right choice.” He told you.
“Wearing a tea length dress to high tea, it just makes sense.” You said of the jacquard dress.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at you now. “Tea length, is that something you just made up?”
“No sweetheart, that’s what it’s called when the hem is a few inches below the knee.” You said.
He nodded, his face relaxing again. “Okay, well I didn’t know that. To me, this one is the right choice because it’s gonna show off all of this sexy area right here.” He applied his fingertips to your exposed shoulders, lightly drawing patterns across your skin.
You smiled, feeling even better about your choice now. You didn’t have many dresses in your closet that were off the shoulder. Certain trends didn’t make it into plus-size garments, creating some internal second-guessing when clothes shopping - should you be ashamed of your shoulders and untoned arms?
But these were some of Ethan’s favourite parts of your body. He loved to leave hickeys on your shoulders, routinely nipping at this area when you were having sex. He initiated hugs by picking your arms up, wrapping them around himself because he loved to be held by you. He disliked it whenever you covered yourself up, strongly opposed to the idea that you had something to hide.
“What should I wear?” He asked. “Do you want me to be matching you? ‘Cause I didn’t have anything specific in mind.”
You smirked. “You know that when you ask me what you should wear, I tell you that you just shouldn’t wear anything.”
He was walking over to your wardrobe. “And how well would I fit in at a high tea like that? Maybe if it were my birthday, I could try to get away with that. I could make a joke of wearing my birthday suit on my birthday. But that’s just not the case, so if you could please help me select some clothes.”
“Okay, I’ve got an idea.” You said, joining him in front of the opened doors. You didn’t have to hesitate, you knew exactly where the shirt you wanted would be hanging, because you had the superior eye for detail when it came to your clothing. You may not have noticed a dusty shelf that needed cleaning, but you always kept track of clothes.
You grabbed the navy blue button-up from amongst his other hanging items. “How about that? We don’t have to be matching to have the same vibe. So you can be there in your royal blue and my dress- well, royal pink isn’t actually a shade. But if it was, it would be that dress.” You held the shirt out to him. “Or is it too much royal stuff? Royal blue, royal-ish pink and my tiara. Unless you wanted me to leave that at home…”
He pecked you on the cheek as he took the shirt from you. “Absolutely not, I wouldn’t dream of telling you to take that off. I bought it for you ‘cause that’s the uniform of a princess, which is what you are to me. So you get to wear that whenever and wherever you like ‘cause you make the rules, especially today.”
There was a warm feeling swelling in your chest, totally undeterred by any dread, or other dark restrictions. Because as more time passed, it got clearer to you that this was the best birthday you had ever had. It was all making you feel very lucky and a little giddy.
Last year, Ethan had been away on tour. The birthdays before that had a moment or two worth remembering, but were ultimately disappointing memories to reflect back on. Your friends didn’t take on the responsibility of planning anything for you, sometimes forgetting the day altogether. You could remember getting only one thing from your childhood wishlists and if you did get a party (it was not a guarantee from one year to the next) it was never as big as what the kids at school hosted, due to the restrictions your single mum’s income placed on your whole life.
But today felt distinctively different. It was like you were finally getting a birthday right, after those missteps.
It was only mid-morning, but already you were certain this entire birthday would be worth remembering.
… … …
You waited for the waitress to finish clearing the empty plates from your table before you spoke - no one else could be in earshot for this. As she walked away, you looked across the table to Ethan, he was lifting his cup of tea to his lips.
“I can’t believe how close we got to my mum seeing my buttplug.”
You couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. The two of you hadn’t properly spoken about that moment yet, going straight from the video call to getting ready for your date. Once you had arrived at the café all of the fresh pastries and gourmet sandwiches had distracted you further. You had been talking about other things. You had gotten preoccupied with an impromptu photo session, taking pictures of one another in your fancy outfits amongst the ornate, high-class décor - getting a handful of photos together thanks to a friendly patron.
But you found your mind drifting back to that fluffy pink ball of trouble once the sandwiches and scones were gone, filling your tummy nicely. He had remarked that while you waited for your pieces of cake was the perfect time for you to open more of your gifts. Instantly, you were thinking of the presents that he had left at home, they weren’t to be shown in public.
He froze with the cup suspended, held in the air below his chin. “You can’t believe it? From the shock and the stress of that, I think I can literally feel my first grey hairs coming in.”
You shook your head a little. “I’m sure that we’re years away from that yet. But I think that when those greys start to come in, they’re really gonna suit you.”
He decided against having a sip of his rooibos tea, setting the cup back onto its saucer. He was smiling as he folded his arms on the tabletop and leaned forward a bit. “Do you wanna know what I think is really gonna suit you, princess?” You nodded, licking your lips. “Your new tail.
“And what’s in here…” He had brought four parcels to the café, the presents resting on an empty chair, until he picked up one and put it in front of you.
You grinned, grabbing it up immediately. He was smiling as he watched you tearing at the paper.
You got to a box that bore the Dior logo and you drew in an excited gasp as you started to open it. Wrapped in decorated tissue paper was a small, clutch-style bag, complete with the ‘CD’ in gold on the side. You pulled the black bag out, already thinking of all the outfits it would improve.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
“Are you kidding?” You responded half-laughing. “It’s a classic. It’s…” You trailed off after opening the bag and finding there were already items inside. “Oh my God.”
“What? Is there something in there?” He asked, his tone immediately cheeky, he wasn’t expecting to be believed.
One-by-one, you pulled out the four tubes of lipstick, which were similarly branded Dior. You had never owned any designer brand makeup. It was something that you would often test when visiting Sephora, but you never seriously considered owning it, because you couldn’t justify the price point.
Now these were yours to play with. You looked them over, checking out the rich colours. You swatched them, creating a line of each colour on the back of your hand.
“I was kinda tempted to give that to you first, so that you could wear one for this.” He said. “But what you’re wearing is really pretty.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty. But it’s not designer fuh-... thank you so much.” You quickly switched your tone of voice, swallowing the rest of the swear, when the waitress returned. You smiled as she set down a generous slice of red velvet cake for each of you.
“Did you wanna open more gifts now?” He asked, but you already had the provided fork in hand. “Or is it cake time?”
“It’s time for me to try to recover from designer lipstick.” You said, before gesturing to the dessert. “Also, cake time.”
You weren’t used to the feeling that you were worthy of the finer things. It was something you had always craved, but it had never seemed like an inevitability for you.
You were the girl that made the best of what you had - keeping your fantasies in a box neatly separated from reality.
But Ethan treated you as if you were the prize, to be decorated and celebrated in extravagant ways. He viewed you in high regard and let you enjoy things that you had thought were beyond your grasp, because in his eyes you deserved it all. He saw you differently to how anyone had and you were getting better at leaving behind that habit of saying ‘you shouldn’t have’ in response to the wonderful things he lavished upon you.
The Dior bag and makeup weren’t the last of your designer gifts. Once the cake was gone, you had three more items to unwrap - Gucci perfume in a vintage-style green bottle, a silk Yves Saint Laurent scarf and a large pair of Prada sunglasses.
“These are amazing.” You said of the cat-eyed shaped sunglasses.
“Do you like them, like really?” He asked with a seemingly increased amount of interest. “‘Cause I won’t be offended if they aren’t actually to your tastes.”
“No, I genuinely love them.” You said, giving him a confused look.
“Okay good, ‘cause I already had your prescription put in them. That’d make them a bit different to exchange, or re-gift.” He said.
You were thrilled, his thoughtfulness allowing you to enjoy your new accessory straight away. You swiftly removed your glasses, replacing them with the shades. You didn’t have to try to squint your way to clarity, everything remained in focus - including the pleased smile growing on his face.
“Gorgeous.” He said.
“Yeah, I know you are.” You quickly responded.
“Is it time for more gifts, amore?” He asked.
You cocked your head to the side. “More, didn’t you just bring these four with us?”
“Yep.” He said and you started to grin, your thoughts guided back to the buttplug.
You seemed to be shifting to the part of the day that he had only referred to as later. There were only a few presents left to open and you were keen to find out what he thought needed to accompany the new toy.
You started to gather your things together, on your feet and ready to leave the café within the next ten minutes.
… … …
There were three presents from your boyfriend to be opened, with Ethan organising them into a specific order, which was currently a mystery to you.
You opened the package he had placed closest to you - a tube of lubricant, something that required absolutely no explanation. You started to laugh when you noticed the flavour of this lube - birthday cake.
He showed you a bemused smile. “What? Have you had too much cake already today?”
“No, it’s never a case of too much cake.” You said, unscrewing the plastic cap so you could sample the scent. “Whoa, this literally does smell like a piece of cake. Like a fun-fetti cake or something.”
He leaned in closer. “Wow, it really does.” He was still smiling as you screwed the lid back into place. “Oh boy, I sure hope that doesn’t get me feeling hungry.”
You were sitting opposite to him on your bed, legs crossed in an unladylike fashion that didn’t match with your new dress. But he wasn’t casting any judgements, just enjoying watching you get to the end of this spaced-out style of gift giving.
The next parcel was a thin box, opened to reveal a headband decorated with a pair of fuzzy rabbit ears. They were decorated with fur the exact same shade as your new tail. Picking them up, you discovered they were just as soft.
This time, just smiling at you wasn’t good enough for him - so he moved in, kissing you on the lips as soon as you looked up. “Happy birthday, sexy bunny.”
You initiated another kiss as you felt your heart beginning to flutter a little. It didn’t matter how many times he called you by this pet name, you never tired of hearing it. You never tired of being compared to something as adorable and small as a bunny rabbit.
But you didn’t rush to replace your tiara with the ears just yet. Instead you placed the headband aside and picked up your final gift. Tearing back the paper, you first saw a string of pearls, then you saw red lace.
You got the delicate items free, seeing that you had three pieces of a complete set. There was a bra, which definitely wouldn’t have offered any support for a person with a chest bigger than yours - there weren’t any cups to be seen, instead just a curved strip of red fabric to sit at the underbust. The floral lace design would cover your nipples and not much else. The flowers matched to what decorated either side of the g-string’s waistband. There was a string of pearls, which was designed to hang vertically down the front of your body, it was attached to a thin choker and a large elastic strap that would be wrapped around your middle.
“Oh, wow.” You breathed as you admired the lingerie.
He had moved in closer again, kissing you on the cheek as his hand travelled down your back. “Do you like it? ‘Cause I saw it and, straight away, I just couldn’t get out of my mind how gorgeous you would look in it, princess.”
“I love it.” You said, looking up and seeing a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s the sexiest underwear I’ve ever owned.”
“My original plan was for you to unwrap the tail last. ‘Cause then it’s a clear escalation, right? It was meant to be the big finish.” He said.
You ran your fingertips along his jaw. “What if the big finish is me putting all of this stuff on right now?”
He reached up, pulling the tiara off of the top of your head and picking up the fuzzy headband. “If you’re ready for that, if you’re ready to be my personal Playboy bunny.”
You smiled and put your new ears into place. “Yep, I am ready.” But you hesitated from kissing him. “Actually, could you kick Eddie out and make sure his bowl still has water in it?”
“But I- you’re about to get naked.”
You laughed, giving his shoulder a little shove. “I’m changing my underwear, and we both know that you being in here is gonna make it very difficult for me to put the new underwear on my body.”
He relented, getting to his feet with a sigh. He called to Edward, getting the dachshund to wake up, immediately moving out of his bed in the corner of your bedroom. “C’mon buddy, the lady needs her privacy.” He followed Ethan out of the room, tail wagging.
Ethan shut the door, leaving you alone as he went downstairs with your dog. You unzipped and removed your dress, smiling a little at the sight of it as you returned it to its clothing hanger. It was a beautiful garment, one that you thought could easily top the list as your absolute favourite. And it filled you with warmth to know that this dress had gotten a date as memorable, elegant and pretty as it was.
You took your underwear off, pulling on the new pair of panties first. There wasn’t anything covering your buttcheeks, but there was enough of the thin fabric to cover your vagina and the distinct curve that sat above your pubic bone.
There wasn’t any practicality in the bra, it was all purely for decoration because your boyfriend wanted to highlight parts of your body, parts that he wanted an excuse to stare at. You secured the clasp for the pearl attachment, completing this ensemble that you would never have the courage to buy for yourself. This set wasn’t anything you would have felt comfortable wearing before becoming Ethan’s girlfriend, but you happily pushed your bunny ears into place. You knew that he would make it worth your while to step out of your comfort zone - he always did.
You had just sprayed on some of your new perfume when the bedroom door opened and he stepped back in. He shut the door behind himself, eliminating any distractions from this grand finale of your day.
“Fuck…” He breathed and the way that he was looking at you made your heart race. “Bunny, you look absolutely incredible.”
You grinned, standing up straighter, letting your arms fall to your sides, no longer trying to conceal your stomach. “Is this what you were imagining when you bought this for me?”
“No, it’s even better.” He said as he walked over to you.
You held onto his biceps as he kissed you. “The contradiction right now between what each of us is wearing- it’s a whole lot of Sir-energy coming from you.”
His open palm struck your exposed ass. “And it’s a whole lot of dumb bunny-energy coming from you.” He put his hands on your hips, guiding you in the direction of your bed. He placed you on the mattress and moved his hands to the buckle of his belt. It was tempting to help with this task that was happening directly in front of your eyes. But you had been trained in this dynamic to wait for his instructions to follow.
“And once you’re naked, we can get to doing it like bunnies.” You said.
A thoughtful expression had come onto his face as he finally took off his dress slacks. “Actually, that’s kinda a myth about rabbits. It isn’t that they’re these super virile little animals, it’s just that their gestation period is short, literally one month.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that…” You said, watching as one at a time he removed the cufflinks that were decorated with pink stones, chosen to match your dress.
“Yeah and they can have more than ten babies per litter, so it’s a lot, but not because they’re supernatural breeding machines. The whole turn of phrase ‘fucking like rabbits’ didn’t come about until the 20th century, once Playboy and their bunnies become a pop culture staple. They came first.” He said.
“I thought it was the other way around.” You said. “Thank God I’ve got you to set me straight.”
He had undressed down to his hot pink briefs, his hands now free to be placed onto your face, cradling your round cheeks. His thumbs stroked across your skin as he leaned in closer. “What would my dumb bunny be without me?”
You had been anticipating kisses from him, licking your lips and wondering how he would taste. Instead you were repositioned, moved away slightly, his hands controlling you until you were laid down on the bed, your head resting upon the pillow.
He didn’t lie down with you, sitting next to your body as his eyes continued to eagerly take in the sight of you in your new lingerie. Your breathing was coming in shallower as his hands started to glide across your body, touching what was holding his focus.
“Being treated like a spoiled princess all day long really suits you.” He said, one hand moving across the curve of your belly, while the other laid on top of your breast.
You smiled as a few cheeky things to say came into your mind. But you kept them to yourself, content to just watch as he moved down lower. His fingers trailed along the stretch marks on the side of your belly.
“How are you feeling, nice and comfortable?” He asked and you nodded your head. “That’s good, ‘cause this pretty new lingerie isn’t coming off anytime soon. You see, with it looking even better than I imagined, I wanna enjoy it properly.
“I’ve gotta get my fill of how incredible you look.” He said as his fingers moved down, to the crease where your thighs met. “I’m just gonna push these sexy panties to the side…”
He picked up the fabric and pushed it to one side of your crotch, uncovering your cunt. Your smile widened and you let your knees fall apart.
He moved into this available space, sitting between your parted legs and beginning to lean down. His eyes left your face, now going to your exposed cunt. You reached your hands out, caressing the sides of his face as the anticipation built up inside of you, almost like a physical presence hanging in the air.
You saw him licking his lips, until he moved down so low that the curve of your belly covered most of his face. You could have repositioned if you wanted to watch him, sitting up would have allowed you an unobstructed view.
But there was no chance of you moving your body once he started to lick, immediately making you feel weak. It was a slow lick, beginning by your entrance before gliding up and coating that space between your labia majora with his saliva. Your hands slid up, into his hair, which was still secured into his pristine-looking bun. More long licks were lavished upon your cunt as you laid back, your legs spreading further.
He placed his fingers to your labia, gently parting them to provide greater access to your clit. He started to move his tongue a little faster, your heart racing as each lick left you feeling more sensitive. He avoided penetration, the tip of his tongue briefly close to your entrance before being swept up, gliding up to your clit. He finished each of these strokes with a flourish, wiggling his tongue against the hood of your clit.
You were out of breath when he eased back from this tight bundle of nerves, moving to place lingering kisses on your folds. You ran your hands over his smooth hair as his lips caressed your pussy with slow and sweet kisses. He switched from one side to the other, working to his own rhythm, which had lovely tingles steadily rising up inside of you.
The intensity suddenly increased, leaving you weaker than before as he pointed his tongue to apply to your clitoris. He moved quicker, dating his tongue in a consistent up-down motion, which reduced you to a whimpering mess. You tilted your pelvis as the scorching heat of your arousal rose from your gut, so powerful. Your body shuddered and you were certain that this pacing could ruin you.
He got quicker when he started to move his tongue in circles. Your excitement made it so that you could no longer hold your hips still, beginning to jolt, giving yourself more delicious pressure. Your fingers clenched, wrapping around some of the strands of his hair, beginning to pull them loose.
You were so lost in ecstasy, mouth hanging slack, that you didn’t notice what he was doing with his hands. You didn’t realise that he was picking up the tube of lube, you had forgotten about the present until you were smelling its sweet scent.
He lifted his mouth from your clit and, in the same second, he took one slicked finger, filling your pussy with it. You gave a little cry as he pushed his finger in deeper. He rested his head down, his nose pressing into the squishy area above your pussy, unbothered by the short hairs that brushed against his face. He nuzzled against your skin, as that finger started to curl inside of you.
“Is that good for my dumb bunny?” He asked.
“Uh-huh, so fucking good.” You strained to say, your body writhing.
With absolutely no warning, his finger was pulled out of you so that he could use both hands to flip your body, your chest now pressed to the mattress.
“Ass up.” He said, slapping his hands against your rear. “This ass needs to be up.”
Your glasses had slid down the bridge of your nose, but you didn’t waste your time fixing this as you repositioned yourself. You planted your knees, keeping them apart, onto the mattress and lifted your ass into the air. You arched your back, hoping to achieve the posture he desired.
As you were trying to find the most comfortable way to hold your arms, you heard some slurping sounds from behind you, with him cleaning his finger.
“That lube tastes just like a cake too.” He said. “I wonder how great it will taste when I eat it right out of your pussy.”
You could feel how extra slippery his fingers were when he returned them to your cunt. You felt the smooth lubricant being applied all over, the thick liquid coating your clitoral hood before he pushed his finger inside of you with a squelch that made you feel a little bashful. More wet sounds accompanied his finger pulling free.
Then his tongue glided in, making you cry out as he pushed it in so deep. You were soon hearing his happy moans as he started to move his tongue around, exploring the textured skin of your inner-walls. It seemed that he wanted to leave no part of your pussy untasted, his tongue working over every inch until you were sweating.
He pulled back. “God, that tastes amazing.”
“Is that good cake for you, sir?” You asked with a little waver in your voice.
He laid some kisses upon your clitoral hood. “Mn, fuck.” You were left shaking as he kissed all over your pussy. “So delicious, it tastes better than the cake we had at the café today. It’s so fucking sweet, it’s better than any cake I’ve ever eaten in my whole life.” You smiled as the needy throb in your cunt only grew more noticeable with each kiss he placed on your skin.
“I’m not done enjoying my second dessert of the day.” He said. “I’m gonna need so much more lube…”
He grabbed the thin strap of material that had been resting between your buttcheeks and moved it aside. He pulled it over to the side that the underwear was bunched at.
This time the lube hit your skin directly from the applicator, the thick dollop sliding down the crack of your butt. Your breathing fluttered as he returned his mouth to your cunt, licking in the opposite direction to his earlier movements, beginning at your clit, then dragging along, finishing at your asshole. Then he lifted his tongue to return to the sensitive starting point.
He repeated this motion a few times, with his fingers beginning to follow this path. The digit was just as wet as his tongue, rubbing you into a higher state of passion wherein your muscles were tensing, wanting to get to that release.
“Look at that adorable butthole glisten.” He said, running two of his fingertips along the crack of your butt, spreading the lube further.
“Fuck, oh…” You breathed when you felt the tip of his finger gradually sinking inside of your butt.
Your jaw fell slack as he started to lick at your entrance. His tongue worked in quick flits around this wet area, leaving you to curl your hands into fists around your pillow.
“My perfect bunny girl needs her perfect tail, doesn’t she?” He asked and you could only moan wordlessly in response. “I’m gonna get it nice and lubed up for you, okay? But I think that before I do that, I’m gonna need you to get your face right into that pillow. Put your whole head down…” He put his hand to the back of your head, pushing it down and shifting your body weight forward.
Your face was forced against the pillowcase, with you anticipating that marks from your makeup would be left behind. While he silently prepared the plug, you removed your glasses and placed them on the safety of the bedside table. You laid your cheek on the pillow, waiting.
“Get that ass up higher.” He ordered. “And I don’t wanna see these legs moving at all. In fact…” He reached an arm across the backs of your calves, pressing to keep your legs in this bent position. “That’s good. Now I’m gonna need you to spread that ass for me…”
You reached up, placing a hand on each cheek to separate them for him. He applied another pump of lubricant directly onto your skin, allowing it to slide along this crease.
His voice was more gentle when he spoke next. “I’m gonna go really, really slow. And if it starts to hurt, or you just don’t like how it feels, you say the safe word and we stop straight away, okay?”
You nodded your head. “Yes, honey.”
Using the tapered end of the plug, he started to work your hole open. You could feel the tension building up inside of you as you kept your hands on your ass. Gradually more of the slippery metal was sunk inside of you, prompting moans from you as you felt fuller-and-fuller. A sweat broke out on your forehead as you wondered if you were approaching the threshold of just how much you could take.
“Almost there, almost there.” He encouraged. “Yeah, this spoiled princess wants all of her presents, hm?”
“Mm-hmm.” You whimpered.
“Okay, there we go, there we go.” He said and you felt the pressure in your ass shift when he took his hand off of your temporary tail. “You did it.” You grinned, a triumphant feeling blooming in your chest, chasing away any of the earlier straining in your body. “You got it all in. And wow, it looks insanely sexy.” You giggled, wiggling your ass a little as you began to adjust to the plug. “So fucking sexy.”
You were giddy from all of the lust coursing through your veins. “Does it make you feel like you wanna breed me?” You took your hands off of your butt, prepared to use them to help brace yourself.
“Yeah, I could consider that.” He said and, despite your mostly blurry vision, you could distinguish the familiar motion of him removing his pink briefs. “But first, I would need for you to ask me properly. Or has my dumb bunny forgotten her manners?”
You put on the sweetest voice that you could manage. “Please breed me, please. I need it.” You felt the mattress shifting with his weight as he moved around behind you. “Please, don’t you want to?” You felt him gently lay his hands onto your hips. “Please, breed me. Oh please, please, please, please.”
He started to line his tip up with your cunt and you could feel so much heat spreading under your skin, beyond where your bodies made contact. Your patience was dwindling and you were willing to do far more begging.
But that wasn’t necessary. Instead, the next noise that you were making was a whimper as he buried his cock into your pussy.
“You better be comfortable like this, because I’m keeping you in this position. Because I’ve gotta be looking at my dumb bunny’s tail as I pound her.” He said.
Once he had sunk his entire length into you, he put his hands onto your hips, holding them with a secure grip. Then he rocked his body weight into you, allowing his tip to drive deeper between your clenching walls.
He wasn’t dedicating any of his time to warming you up - maybe he was feeling just as needy as you. He started to snap his hips into your butt, experimenting with his range of movements. It all felt so good, your sensitive body reacting in so many ways to how he was working you over.
“God, having that plug in your ass has made you…” He started to time his movements to his words. “...so goddamn…” Your laboured breaths filled the gaps between his words. “...tight…” You had to bite your lip, not wanting your louder noises to interrupt him. “...I can hardly…” He worked his hips into you, beginning to find a promising momentum. “...move…” Working your thigh muscles, you could keep up with him, building the friction together. “But I’m gonna…” Your ass slapped into his thighs again-and-again. “Not gonna stop…” His trimmed nails were starting to dig into your skin. “...’til you’re fuh-...” He groaned. “...fucking full.”
“Yes, fill me sir, please fill me.” You sobbed into the pillow as you matched his rhythm.
The only sound in your bedroom became the collision of skin slapping on skin at the end of every thrust. These were coming in faster, bringing bigger reactions from you. From the spasming of your inner-walls, to the sweat beading on your face - it was all beyond your control. Your body was possessed by pleasure, no longer your own as you were rocked by powerful stimulations coming at you from seemingly every angle.
You could only whimper when he started to pump faster. He took up an unrelenting speed, which left you daunted, feeling as if your nervous system was changed with electricity. His tip repeatedly rubbed against the roof of your vagina, massaging you into a state of ecstasy.
You drove yourself back into him, along his slicked shaft and you arched your back, crying out when you found that perfect angle. You had him at your g-spot, your hands curled into fists as you slipped deeper into that pleasure. He grabbed a handful of your loose hair, tugging on these strands.
“Yes.” You were breathless, your mind going blissfully blank as he continued to fuck into your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Dad-dee.”
The bunny ears were dislodged from the top of your head as you were bounced forward by his frantic pacing. So much of your body had tensed: your throat, your hole around the plug, the muscles in your hands, your pussy, your chest. All of you was waiting to be set free, throbbing with need.
But then that throbbing became an explosion as the head of his cock hit into your g-spot and you started to disappear into your release. Your cunt excitedly spasmed around him as the rest of your body weakened.
Your sensitivities continued to radiate throughout your system as he persisted with his hungry pacing. You grinded back into him, moaning as his hot cum started to shoot between your tender walls.
“Take it, dumb bunny.” He grunted, his voice was low and strained as he got up to his own edge. “Oh bunny, bunny…” He convulsed forward, sinking deeper into you as he laid his chest down on your back. You felt his teeth bite into your skin as his cum began to flood into your already dripping cunt. “Fuck.” He gasped in a large breath. “Oh, fuck.”
Then there was silence and he remained on top of you, arms wrapping around you. He rested his cheek against your shoulder, both of you trying to catch your breath. You smiled, you didn’t have any words to share with him right now, just enjoying the gradual process of coming back from that dazzling height.
Even as he pulled out, it felt like your body was still aglow. He murmured praises to you as he removed the tail. He collapsed onto the bed alongside you, so much of his hair had come loose from the elastic, with a lot of it stuck to the sweat on his face. You gazed at him without a single care in the world, just taking in all of the details that you had the luxury of enjoying, for as long as you liked.
“Your ears fell off.” He pointed out.
You reached around your immediate surroundings, able to find the headband still on the bed. “‘Course they did, you weren’t exactly gentle.”
He smiled, on the verge of looking smug because he was clearly very satisfied with how everything had just unfolded. “Well you’re my bunny, sometimes you’re my baby bunny. But then there’s other times when you’re my Playboy bunny and I need to make sure you feel that and you know that, down to the core of your being.”
You pushed the headband back into place, then propped yourself up, leaning in closer to him. “I do know it.” You kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He said. “I need to clean this plug. And I should get you some juice. Did you want anything else from the kitchen?”
“Did we have any of those bagels left?” You asked, sitting up. “I’ll check, you can just concentrate on doing the clean-”
He was up and out of the bed in an instant. “You will do no such thing. I’m taking care of it all, that’s my job. And your job as birthday princess is to stay exactly where you are. I mean, obviously you’re allowed to use the bathroom and get changed, if you wanna. But I’m not done pampering you yet. I was thinking that we could cuddle and check if there’s new episodes of our podcast to listen to together.”
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll look into that.” You said.
He opened the door and Edward was bounding back into the room within seconds. You put your glasses back on before getting to your feet.
While Ethan was in the main bathroom, washing the buttplug, you used the ensuite. Your makeup had become smudged and smeared, giving you the appearance of someone who had experienced a long night out. As you washed your face, he progressed down the stairs and into the kitchen.
By the time he returned to the bedroom, you were relaxing on the bed, your sexy lingerie replaced with a set of soft pyjamas. Edward had settled down next to you, happy to lay with you as you looked through apps on your phone.
“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked, offering you a glass of juice and a heated bagel.
“I’m good, no pain.” You said, aware of the things he was purposefully not saying. “And there’s lots of episodes of Off Menu for us to catch up on. They’ve got one where Richard Ayoade is the guest.”
His interest in the British podcast was secured. “Oh, the guy with the glasses from The IT Crowd? I love that show.”
“Yeah, it should be a good one. Are you ready for me to start it?”
“Mm-hmm.” He said, joining you on the bed. As the opening tune played, he removed the bunny ears from your head. Before you could comment about this, he was settling the sparkling tiara upon your head, wearing a smile as he did so. “Happy birthday, micetta.”
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anakinsafterlife · 2 years ago
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I was thinking about this issue a lot recently. Not specifically House, but how you can't actually ever be sure with older people (or anyone, but it's more likely to be an older person in the global West) if they fall somewhere under the rainbow. For example, I was recently re-watching Dallas Buyers Club, which was based on the life of Ron Woodroof, an AIDS patient who sold unapproved, but relatively effective, medications to other patients, which allowed them to extend their lives for years longer than their doctors were predicting. The movie shows him as initially homophobic (while changing his mind later) and as having caught HIV from having a lot of unprotected sex with female prostitutes. It's definitely possible, especially if menstrual blood is present, viral load is high, or another STI is present, but it's still very low compared to the risk present in anal intercourse.
His Wikipedia article, however, says that while he lived an outwardly straight life, at least some of his contemporaries claim that he was bisexual. In fact, we'll never know what the truth was, because he didn't live long enough to see a time of greater tolerance, which might have permitted him to be more open about his sexuality, if in fact he was bisexual.
This is just one example. When I started getting back into the band Queen again, I made the mistake of reading Quora, and almost every day you see someone asking about whether Freddie Mercury was gay or bi. I think it's fairly clear that he was gay, but the debate rages on precisely because he lived in a time when being forthright about exactly how queer you were could destroy your career. Elton John came out as bisexual in the 70s and saw sufficient backlash that he went fully back into the closet in the 1980s. He married sound engineer Renate Blauel. They were married for four years, but Elton was still struggling with his sexuality. I remember reading somewhere that the marriage was never consummated, which I find difficult to believe, especially since his one of his motivations for marrying was apparently a desire to start a family, but I can certainly see sex being a problem. Now imagine if he had died at that time. Plane crash or overdose. Whatever. The point is that we would still not know the truth of his sexual identity, although EJ and gay are pretty much synonymous these days.
Even people much younger than these men struggle greatly with their sexuality, especially in relation to society and their families. Which brings us back to House. This is a show that debuted in 2004. The first country in the world to approve marriage equality is the Netherlands, just four years previously, in 2000. This was still very new and controversial, and homosexuality as an acceptable practice had a much more tenuous position in the minds of society than it does now.
I remember when Thirteen came out as bi on House, and my aunt stopped watching the show because she was so disgusted. In fact, I remember reading a biography of David Bowie around the same time, and another aunt disparaging it because she remembered that he was bisexual. This aunt today has no problem with bisexual or gay people, because most people take their cues on political issues from society, and society's take on LGBTQ issues has changed drastically in even the last twenty years. I am aware that there are areas in North America and Europe where the community is currently experiencing violent backlash, but that backlash is happening precisely because gay and bisexual relationships have been normalized.
Now think again about the time in which House was produced. It would have been impossible to have a hit primetime television show, which is precisely what House was, with a gay or bisexual lead, much less two. There is absolutely no way that it would have run for eight seasons if the showrunners had dared. Yes, the writers teased us, queer baited us, if you will, but only because they recognized the romantic potential of the relationship but could not give it to us forthrightly without sabotaging the entire production. House was one of the top earning shows on television at that time, so certainly no executive was going to approve that.
OK, so imagine now that House and Wilson are real people rather than television characters. Born in the sixties. Liberal and comfortable enough to make gay jokes and publically enjoy a very close friendship. But still old enough to be afraid. Not want to risk the public humiliation of upending their social standing. Of risking their few other close personal associations. Of having their fitness as medical professionals questioned, which would probably happen to Wilson, since he worked closely with children. Of questioning their own masculinity. Of risking the contempt of their parents (I know one guy around their age who is obviously gay but got married and had kids to please his mother, who also knows that he is gay but was unable to handle it). The likelihood of staying in the closet, of not taking the risk, even for the love of your life, is high. *Very* high.
Even today, in this supposed age of gay tolerance, there are people of all ages who remain deeply closeted for a variety of reasons. To please their families or avoid religious persecution or stalling their careers, and so many other reasons.
Viewed in this light, it's impossible to say who is gay or bi and who isn't, and even more impossible to say who would be out if conditions were more favorable. In fact, there would probably be far more people willing to question their supposed straightness and take a chance on loving the people that they are forced to view strictly as friends, due to cultural forces beyond their control.
I do think that House and Wilson were in love, canonically. I don't think they ever consumated it, or even admitted it to one another. In so many ways, their love story was a tragedy.
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Eddie Munson’s Guide to Metal
Eddie knows Steve listens to Wham! and other such mainstream stuff and has written him off as music-tasteless...
BUT then he hears him listening to Another One Bites the Dust by Queen (’Steve walks warily down the street...’) and thinks that maybe there hope.
Cue, Eddie Munson’s Guide to Metal, a seven step plan to convince Steve of the genre (because he dismissed it as noise when Eddie told him he’d played Master of Puppets to distract the bat, something along the lines of “Yeah no wonder that attracted the bloodsucking monsters”).
Eddie Munson’s Guide to Metal
Let Steve listen to more Queen, gradually turn up to the more guitar-heavy and hard rock leaning songs
a mixtape of songs from Dio, Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osborne that are just a bit closer to the pop genre
the Rocky Horror Picture Show (just to check out if Steve can stomach more... freaky (fruity) stuff, because if he can’t there’s no use in proceeding (this is an essential step to the plan and totally not a plot to gather intelligence on Steve’s sexuality)
Make him learn about the absolute brilliancy of some artists (’do you see how fast he moves his fingers on the guitar, Steve? He’s better then some of the classical guitarists’ and ‘you know this man can sing four octaves, Steve, four octaves. he can make sounds heretofore unknown to man, Steve’)
Convince him to come to band practice to demonstrate the brilliancy of the genre live (totally not to show off to, shut up Gareth)
METALLICA
Stealing all the car cassettes in his car, except for the one with Master of Puppets on it, until he caves
Meanwhile Steve just started listening to Queen because he saw Freddie Mercury in a leather skirt and he has already seen Rocky Horror Picture Show with Robin, to help (or absolutely worsen) his sexuality confusion (which was totally not prompted by Eddie, shut up, Robin). He still has no clue about Metal at step 7 though, he was too busy staring at Eddie all the time.
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