#And I feel unsafe to be vocal in my support

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I recently learned that a friend of mine became a victim of extreme cyber bullying just because he's an ally

I'm enraged

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟰: 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼 / 𝗺𝗮𝘅 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you can't remember the last time you've gotten to spend more than three days at a time with both of your boyfriends. you understand how demanding their job is but, you just can't remember the last time they really exhausted you...pleasurably. and then winter break comes around , and they have all the time they need to make you lose your mind. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. overstimulation. light dom/sub. quickies. cunnilingus. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. unsafe sex. safewords. creampie. come eating. squirting. hand job. masturbation. dacryphilia. mention of taking explicit photos. praise kink. aftercare. set after the 2023 season. no beta we die like carlos’ fuel system. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6.5k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: daniel ricciardo/max verstappen x black!fem!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: take me away • daniel caesar

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: set post 2023 season. mm, i luv me some danny caesar–i got to see him live this year 😛 i was originally gonna pick a classic country song in true american fashion to show some patriotism for the austin gp—as a black woman, i can attest that we love our country bangers—but take me away just fit perfectly. and daniel is definitely taking yall somewhere this upload—max and reader are just along for the ride 💀. i tried to write sub!max, i think it came across well, and ahead of time i sincerely apologize to the maxiel truthers…i think i may have slayed. i will not be paying for your therapy < 3 🙂 (and if you think i changed the summary, stfu no i didn’t 😌) enjoy y'all !!!!

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this past racing season was long; daniel knows that well; he went from being the third driver at red bull, to having a seat at alphatauri, to breaking his wrist–and still managed to recover to drive in the last five races. max can also account for how lengthy this season was; he dominated every race illustrated by his 10 consecutive wins, won his team the constructor’s championship 16 races in, won his third world driver’s championship the following week through a sprint race, and still had to stick around for five more races. but, daniel and max both know who has the best firsthand account of how prolonged and draining the formula one 2023 season was.

you.

daniel knows that you’re they’re biggest supporter; you’re a sweetheart. and while you haven’t vocalized your displeasure for the twenty-three races this year–he can feel your dejection. at the start of the season, everything was seen through rose-colored glasses; max was winning, the three of you were having champagne-drenched celebrations in hotel rooms–so filthy the poor staff probably had to incinerate the sheets. you were satisfied; and daniel was with you whenever red bull didn’t want to parade him around at a grand prix. but as the months progressed and as daniel got a seat, the demanding nature of formula one was observable. the longer season had stolen them from you–they were flying from country to country, the gaps between races only long enough to only have them home for two or three days at a time, before they had to fly out and adjust to a new time zone. leaving your two boyfriends unable to make a mess of you as often as you all crave in doing so. phone sex is hot–but it can lose its luster over almost nine months. they’ve been neglecting you–even though every time either one of them suggests that notion, you disagree vehemently– but, it’s the truth.

they pride themselves on the fact that they used to make you beg for them to stop drawing orgasms out of you...but recently your sex life has consisted of dry-humping like horny teenagers, frantic pussy-eating and cock-sucking, and quickies in the shower. so, max and daniel formulated a plan.

after abu-dhabi, the three of you returned home to max’s monaco flat and fell into bed. you’re comfortably laying completely on top of daniel, front to front, and your head is tucked under his chin, turned to the side to face max, who’s settled on his side facing the two of you, arm draped over your back, with his hand squeezing at your waist randomly as he talks to daniel. you’re fighting sleep and losing; eyelids fluttering closed every now and then against your will, breath slowing as you edge closer and closer to sleep. you're floating on the brink of unconsciousness until you're dragged away at the soft sounds of daniel and max rousing you.

“there ya’ go, honey,” murmurs daniel, his voice rumbling in his chest underneath you, “we got somethin’ to ask you, before we let ya sleep, sweet girl.”

max’s hand shifts to rub at the length of your back, and you clear the sleepy haze from your mind enough to nod your head and hum softly in question, “m’kay.”

daniel gently pulls your head from his neck with his tattooed hand on your nape, making sure your pretty eyes, foggy with sleep, make eye contact, “how do ya’ feel about spending december in australia, hmm? a sunny christmas–on the ricciardo ranch; you, me, max and our families–ain’t that perfect, honey?”

max smiles softly at your pout–you’re never one to appreciate having your sleep interrupted–before adding on to daniel’s question, “jimmy and sassy can stay with the sitter; i already spoke to her a few days ago. she’d be thrilled to have them, so you don’t have to worry about where’d they stay. i don’t think i can get pet passports in three days nor do i want to see how two bengal cats act on a private jet for twenty hours.”

a few seconds pass, max and daniel searching your face for any hint to a possible answer. you blink a few times, before you murmur faintly, “‘m okay with it…can i go to sleep now?”

max laughs tenderly, guiding your head back into daniel’s neck before he scoots closer and rests his own head on the australian’s shoulder, “yeah, mijn schatje. sleep well.”

daniel wraps the arm pinned under max around him, pulling him closer to drop a kiss on his forehead. his other hand falls on your back over the dutchman’s, caressing it softly. he holds the two of you as tight as he possibly can, the big grin on his face only seen by the ceiling. he has his whole world in his arms right now, but come christmas time, his whole universe–his family–will be under the same roof back home in australia.

the next three days are filled with an absurd amount of packing. max and daniel have five suitcases between the two of them—you have five for yourself; it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. the night before your flight, they watch you pace around the bedroom making sure there’s nothing important you’re forgetting. jimmy and sassy had been dropped off at the sitter’s, and max and daniel had already moved all the luggage to the entryway for the early flight. the two drivers had stopped trying to convince you to join them in the bed and cuddled together, knowing it’s best to let you work out your anxieties now so you don’t overthink on the flight.

as you start combing through the closet again, max whispers to daniel, “we could fuck the nerves out her right now, danny.”

daniel smacks max’s hip, smirking when he whines quietly, “no, maxy. she has to sit for an almost twenty hour flight, we can’t make that any more difficult for her.” the dutchman huffs, unhappy with the answer even though he knows it's the logical course of action.

dan continues, “remember: as soon as we get to the ranch and settle in—we'll be alone for a week before my parents come ‘n join us. we’ll have plenty of time to take her apart and put her back together.”

daniel was wrong. after y’all landed in perth, and made the drive out to the countryside—it was apparent that the three of you weren’t the only ones at the ranch. his parents had come early to make sure the ranch was prepped and fully stocked for your vacation, and prepared a home cooked dinner to welcome you in. dan can’t help his big smile from becoming a permanent fixture on his face as he watches his mom and dad fawn over you and max. grace pulls you into the house, instructing the men to bring the luggage inside while she gets to fixing you a plate heaping with barbecue. joe affectionately calls max ‘son’ with a tight hug, congratulating him on his third championship before they all make their way into the house.

the original plan is put on the back burner as daniel watches you and max bloom under the loving attention from his parents. the days passed quickly, all of them spent horsing around the farm; horseback riding, dirt biking, atv riding, making a trip out to the beach, eating good food, and sleeping well. dan sees max’s pale skin pinkening and your melanated complexion glowing with warmth from the caress of the australian sun. your afternoon naps are taken underneath the warm rays, stretching out in any slice of sun you can catch, bathing in it like a cat. max and dan do as many things as they can shirtless attempting to get their tan in as quick as possible—dan tans gracefully, max, on the other hand, burns like a lobster first before his tan becomes apparent.

they fucked you on the second day after your arrival, but not exactly how they were hoping too. it’s still a relatively short affair—for their standards, at least. while it quieted the need within you, it didn’t completely satisfy the urge for any of you. daniel had to coax you into biting a pillow to muffle your squeals, and have max nearly choke on his tattooed fingers to quiet his whining—dan himself clenched his jaw so tightly to prevent his own moans from escaping that he’s surprised he didn’t crack a tooth. he loves his parents, but he’s genuinely going to snap if he doesn’t get to ruin you and max without worrying if they could hear how he makes you and max beg for him.

on the fifth day, you wear your first sundress to lunch and max pulls daniel in the kitchen to muffle a scream into his chest. 

“dan, baby—i love your parents,” max starts, his eye twitching, “you know i do! but, i can’t go another day without hearing her scream for me—for us.”

they’re only men. very desperate men. and you had the nerve to parade yourself in this flowy, yellow, strapless sundress at a meal they have to suffer through. they can’t even tear it off of you after, because dan’s parents have a chance of overhearing. but, what forces the australian to kindly kick his parents out of the house, is how you fail to stop yourself from drooling over them playing around in the pool—struggling to continue speaking with his mom as you sit on the pool’s ledge. 

before dinner, dan showers by himself first, changing into fresh clothes. he then ushers you and max into the shower, ‘to rinse off the chlorine and sweat from the day,’ he says. but, he could care less about that. as soon as he hears the shower start, he practically sprints to the kitchen to see his mom and dad put the finishing touches on the burgers they fixed up.

daniel skids to a stop in the doorway, leaning against it in faux-relaxedness, and says, “howdy.” it’s silent for a minute; his dad stares at him blankly, and his mom eventually breaks and speaks plainly, “what is it, danny?”

daniel gasps in mock-disbelief, “why d’ya always think i want something from you? i can’t just be greeting my wonderful, loving, and understanding parents?”

grace stares at him, not fooled, “are you just saying ‘hi’?”

daniel stutters aimlessly looking to his dad for help, but joe just shrugs at him in a ‘you did this to yourself, son’ manner. 

“maybe! well, no, actually…” daniel sulks, slinking into the kitchen, and resting against the counter next to his mom.

his mom hums knowingly, and gestures at him to start speaking.

“uh, so, you know i love having y’all around, right, and uh, it’s nice y’know—i mean, i don’t see ya’ as often as i want to, but uh—don’t get me wrong, you’re my parents, but uhm—“

joe sighs, “daniel, cut to the chase, please.”

daniel groans, before he leans his head back to look at the ceiling, “fine. look—we just expected to at least have one week to ourselves when we got here. not that y’all being here to surprise us is bad! you know that. but, uhm…we just made plans, i guess. a-and we kind of can’t do it, because, well…”

grace washes her hands as daniel continues to ramble through an unnecessary apologetic explanation. she turns the water off, drying her hands on a towel, and turns to her husband, pointing at daniel while rolling her eyes teasingly, before she cuts her son off, “daniel, we can leave tonight.”

daniel stops, head dropping to look at his mom in shock, “what?”

“we can leave tonight, if that’s what you’re trying to ask. your father and i don’t mind,” grace smiles gently, “we weren’t supposed to stay for this long anyways, we were just trying to get the ranch prepared for y’all, and you know how enamored we are with your girl and boy; we overstayed our welcome. we can go and come back a week before christmas with the rest of the family, danny.”

daniel perks up, “you guys don’t have to leave for that long, i don’t wanna kick you out—“

“daniel, please,” joe scoffs, walking over to clap daniel on the back, “you’re not kicking us out. we’ll be back on the seventeenth, alright. hopefully, that gives y’all enough time to work out your frustrations. we really don’t want to overhear or see anything—“

daniel pales, “okAY, thank you, yes—please don’t comeback until as late as y’all want, jesus christ. wait—did you hear the other night?! ohmygod…they’re going to kill me.”

joe and grace laugh, “no, we didn’t hear anything, danny. we just figured from how they were following you around in the morning—max couldn’t even look us in the eye, son.”

daniel groans, embarrassed, “don’t tell them anything about this okay? they’ll break up with me if they know i asked you to leave so i could have sex with them.”

his parents' laughter only gets louder, but they agree eventually after they indulge in teasing their son a little more.

dinner is pleasant; you and max remain unaware of the ricciardo’s intervention, enjoying the well-cooked meal and lighthearted conversation. when everyone’s stomach is full and the conversation quiets, grace and joe break the news that they unfortunately have to return to perth. you and max sadden, trying to convince daniel’s parents to stay a little longer—max’s eyes fail to hide his eagerness at their announcement, even though his voice manages to be completely sincere. daniel watches as his parents formulate a fake excuse about their departute before he gently reminds you two, “they’ll be back for christmas, babes. you’ll see them again.”

the two of you calm at daniel’s statement, and walk his parents out to the car, exchanging hugs and kisses before they drive off back to the city. daniel leads you two back into the house after you’ve watched his parents disappear down the road, and the shift in energy as soon as the door locks is missed by you.

you mindlessly amble back to the dining table, stacking the emptied plates and glasses and wandering into the kitchen to clean them. as soon as you turn the sink faucet on, a strong body pushes against your back, and presses you against the edge of the counter as their hand reaches around you to shut the water off. you turn around to tell-off whichever boyfriend did that, but before you can get any words out, you’re pulled into a filthy kiss.

your shocked gasp is muffled by max’s lips, and you half-heartedly attempt to pull away, but the dutchman chases your lips, not allowing you to stop. you give in with a sigh, allowing max to continue kissing you. he buries one hand in your hair, tilting your head to the side for a better angle, and licks at the seam of your lips. you squirm against him, not quite giving into the coaxing of his tongue, and max hums softly before he tugs at your bottom lip. you turn your head to the side, panting softly to suck in a few desperate breaths before max pulls you back and invades the opening of your lips. you squeal at the feeling of his tongue laving against yours, the lewd wet sounds of your mouths have your thighs pressing together. max brings his other arm to grasp around your waist, and pulls you against him, groaning into your mouth at the smallest amount of friction that movement provided. you feel lightheaded, your knees weakening, but max firmly holds you up, not letting you slip from his grasp. your hands come up to wrap around him, one feeling up his chest before resting around his neck, and the other hand digging into the meat of his back in search of stability. he hums at the ache of your nails and drops both of his hands to cup the back of your thighs right under your ass. he lifts you onto the counter, spreading your legs and shoving his body between them, while still managing to not break the kiss. at the show of strength you arch your back, whining highly, pushing your chest against his—he’s so strong. he eagerly starts tugging the sundress up your legs, making to expose your panties before he’s interrupted by a sudden heavy hand on the back of his neck.

max jerks away from you (you can finally catch your breath), his chest heaving, and his own whine fills the air at the weight of daniel’s hand.

“now, darlin’,” daniel addresses max with a smirk, “this wasn’t part of our plan, was it? you forget the script, maxy?”

max blushes a pretty pink, and murmurs, “no, daniel—sorry, danny.” dan hums at the apology, pressing a kiss to max’s warm cheek.

“w-what plan?” you timidly ask, still sitting on the counter, legs spread obscenely, dress skewed messily, and lips swelling from max’s ambition.

daniel chuckles, eyes shining at you hungrily, “mmm. how ‘bout we make our way to the bedroom and ‘ll show ya, sweetheart?”

you’re spread eagle in the middle of the bed, completely naked, with daniel fully dressed in between your legs sucking marks and pressing kisses on your thighs, max stripped down to his boxer-briefs on his side next to you, doing the same to your neck and chest. you’re squirming viciously just from the feeling of his beard scraping against your inner thighs, squeals ripping from your throat when he leaves a hickey or bites at the meat of your thigh. the australian’s pupils are blown wide, as he watches you try and muffle your cries behind your hand—if this is how you’re responding to the two of them thoroughly refreshing their claim on you, he’s thrilled to see how you’ll lose your mind as the night goes on. pulling his head away, daniel presses his thumb into one of the bruises he left and your back arches deeply–you choke on your squeal, thighs slamming shut around his hand.

“none of that now, sweetheart,” dan instructs firmly, “‘s just me, you, and max, honey. no need to quiet those sweet sounds of yours, alright?”

you nod wildly, stumbling over your agreement, ��y-yeah, danny. ‘ll be- i’ll be loud for you guys.”

max moans at your words from where his lips were tugging at your nipple, pulling away to raise himself back to your lips, thirstily tasting your desperation from its source. dan allows max to bruise up your mouth, and leave his own beard burn around your lips, as he undresses himself down to his briefs. 

“max…max, maxy, babe,” daniel softly calls a few times, failing to get the impatient man’s attention, “max, look at me.” the switch from dan’s soft tone to a deeper, base filled sound has max snapping away to look at daniel, panting roughly.

“be good f’me and give yourself a hand, darlin’,” dan commands, and max sighs lovingly at the endearment, “you can manage that right, maxy? while i get our sweet girl ready to take you, hm?”

max whimpers, “yes, danny,” and shifts to sit upright, pulling his underwear off and wrapping his large hand around himself. dan purrs, “good boy. her sweet cunt’s already drippin’ for us, maxy. won't take me long to stretch ‘er open for you.” you keen, humiliated at the way dan speaks about you like you’re not in the room with them. daniel tugs your legs open again, hiding his laughter in the plush meat of your thigh, but you can feel the smirk against your skin. 

embarrassed, you whine hushedly, hands fisting into the sheets by your side, “mean.”

daniel hums uncaringly at your remark, “mean? don’t worry, honey–when i finish with you, you’ll think ‘m mean for a very different reason.” he doesn’t give you a chance to ponder his words, and a firm drag of his tongue across your cunt destroys any chance for your thought processes. this time around, your moans are clear, echoing around the room. the press of daniel’s tongue is unforgiving and working intently at your clit. your thighs clamp around his head, not allowing the australian to escape even though he can feel your hips bucking away, trying to escape the consistent stimulation on one of your most sensitive spots. when one of your hands flies down to tug at his curls, he relents his assault and switches to prodding his tongue against your opening. he moans depravedly against your entrance, the noise vibrating through you, causing your shriek to pierce the air. he eats you out like a man starved; savagely shoving his tongue deeper inside you, curling against your walls, nose bumping against your clit, mouth moving like he’s truly trying to eat you alive. he ignores the ache of his jaw, the tightness of his briefs, how his beard scratches your skin; and he smoothly slips a finger into you, beginning thoroughly stretch you out.

it’s absolutely obscene-sounding. daniel works his way up to three fingers, and any previous qualms he had about you being too quiet are resolved. your whines are constant at the insistent invasion of daniel’s curling digits, and based on the way your legs are trembling, he can tell you're nearing the precipice. what’s even more erotic, is the way your cries harmonize with max’s own grunts of pleasure; the dutchman’s hips buck into the frantic pace of his hands and danny wouldn’t be surprised if max comes before he even gets inside you. daniel sits back on his heels, his fingers still digging deeper inside you, forcefully pressing against your g-spot. with his left hand, daniel knocks max’s hand away, ignoring the responding yowl of displeasure, and fists max’s cock on his own, “doin’ a little too much, maxy. our desperate girl deserves to come first, anyways—lemme set the pace for you, darlin’.” max suffers under danny’s ministrations; the extreme shift down in tempo, the constant attention on the head of his cock, a finger pressing at his slit or the vein along his underside alternatingly. you, on the other hand, are being pushed closer and closer to your orgasm. daniel’s thumb joins, rubbing quick circles of your clit–and you scream out, pleasure overriding you. when your moans start to blend into breathy little ah-ah-ah’s, he slips his fingers free from the tight clasp of your cunt, and releases his hold on max’s cock.

you sob achingly, begging daniel to make you cum, dismayed cries of, “no! danny, why’d you stop, please, make me cum,” falling from your lips as max mewls next to you, his own hands trying to force danny’s back around him. daniel shushes you, and motions for max to come closer. max flies forward happily, his whines cutting off at daniel’s attention. he man-handles max into hovering over you in missionary, his cock resting against your fluttering cunt, waiting for permission. your cries quiet, and your heart races with anticipation for max to bury himself in you. danny’s left hand grips at max’s corresponding hip, and his right hand slips in the narrow space between you two, and he presses the flushed arousal in you. and the australian cannot stop running his mouth.

“that’s ‘t, baby–nice n’ easy for ya’–mmm–he’s splitting you open isn’t he–yeah, soak ‘im, babe, get him nice and wet–no, sweetheart, don’t run from it–yeahhh just like that, you take ‘t so well–”

your own orgasm suprises you, otherwise you would’ve at least made an attempt to tell the two men. max hasn’t even gotten halfway inside you and you’re cumming; back-arching, toes-curling, hands rushing forward to scratch down max’s back, eyes screwed shut, and walls clamping tightly around him. max is whining above you, flinching away from the hot grasp of your inner walls, but daniel won’t let him pull out.

“danny, danny! please–oh–i-i-i’m gonna–not gonna last–‘m gonna cum, if i stay inside her,” max admits, sobbing embarrasingly.

daniel laughs softly from behind max, and shifts so his front is pressed to the dutchman’s back. max shivers at the sound, the hair on the back of his neck rising. “aww, you can’t handle it, darling? don’t worry, i’ve changed my plans for you, anyways,” daniel smugly whispers into max’s ear. dan brings both of his hands to the younger’s waist, and forces him deeper inside of you, ignoring the way max cries sensitively and keeps pushing him forward until he bottoms out. you and max let out twin squeals from the white-hot flash of pleasure; you struggle to adjust to his size as quickly as daniel forced him in–you pulsate around him, it’s like you’re still trying to drag him further in and push him out at the same time. daniel presses a kiss to max’s shoulder blade and praises him, “see, maxy? i knew you could do it—such a good boy f’me.”

max’s eyes roll back, and he can’t fight it–he cums, loudly. his limbs weaken and his body collapses over yours, head falling into your neck, and his lewd moans vibrate through your raw skin. the younger’s body covers you completely, and your knees come up to cradle max’s hips, encouraging him to thrust through the aftershocks. daniel leans back, continuing to bathe the two of you with praise as he lets you guys shudder through the come down. a couple minutes pass before your legs relax and max’s moans die down to breathy hums, as both of your chests heave as you try to regulate your breathing. 

“feelin’ good, my loves?” daniel questions tenderly.

you’re the first to respond, a sated smile sent the australians way, “so good, danny.” max sighs out a breathy “yeah,” muffled into your chest. daniel brightens, “alrighty–maxy, fuck her properly now, and make her cum again.” the dutchman grunts in disbelief, “what? no, i-i can’t, i just came–”

dan cuts max off, “you can’t or, you won’t?” max’s breath stutters at the sudden dominance in daniel’s tone, sitting up to turn his head to look at the older man incredulously. the smile on dan’s face is gone, his expression suddenly firm and unyielding–max can only drop his gaze away from daniel’s eyes, avoiding the piercing gaze.

“max, look at me,” the australian states unflinchingly, and the younger man’s eyes fly to meet his at the command.

“what’s your color, darlin’?”

with his tongue flicking out to wet his lips nervously, max mutely whispers, “green.” daniel’s piercing gaze drops to you and he repeats the question, “sweetheart, what’s your color?”

you squirm under his intense attention—max’s hips stuttering at the stimulation, and your bruised brown thighs squeeze at his waist until he stops—but the slight flare of pleasure that races up your spine decides your answer, “green, danny.”

a smirk spreads across daniel’s lips, “see, you can, maxy,” the younger blushes deeply at his teasing croon, “now, be a sweet prince for me, and fuck our sweetheart, hm?” and with a pinch to max’s hip, he sinks in you deeply with an oversensitive sigh, before he pulls out and sets a slow rhythm to allow you both a little more time to recover. the drag of his cock is coaxing soft shuddery breaths out of your lips, and sharp over-sensitive whines from max. his hands are trembling from where they’re grip flexes on your waist, veins popping with the strength of his grasp, sure to leave a mark on your darker skin. dan’s hands halt the gentle roll of his hips, before the man leads him at a quicker pace. max throws his head back onto daniel’s shoulder, overwhelmed at the feeling of your tight, soaking wet cunt, and cries out “too much—ngh—i-it’s too much!” but aside from all of his whines, he’s getting hard again. unlike max, the sensitivity from your orgasm had faded quickly—if anything, it’s doubling the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. desperate for more, you plant your feet on the bed and start rolling your hips to meet max halfway; moaning yearningly at the change in position.

the younger man frantically tries to force your hips back down, the friction added from you meeting his thrusts is too great. “heyheyhey—none of that, prince,” daniel quickly tugs max’s hands away from your waist, one hand firmly holding them against the younger’s chest, “remember, we made a promise to give her so many orgasms to make up for how mean we’ve been to her. you don’t want to break that promise; right, darling?” max tries to hide his face in dan’s shoulder, but it’s too late—he starts sobbing. daniel watches how the tears rain down max’s cheeks, and how his face crumples so prettily—is it weird that making his usually unbothered boyfriend cry, turns him on?

max sniffles, “n-no, danny. -ll do it, i-i wanna make her cum.” not wanting to disappoint you any further, he starts quickening his strokes on his own, eventually outpacing the rhythm daniel set for him. it dawns on max quickly; he’s not going to last, again. he makes the mistake of looking at the blissed out expression on your face, the knot in his tummy tightening as he watches how your mouth falls open in a moan, wet and inviting. he drops his eyes away, but they fall on where the two of you are connected; the sight causes him to choke on his breath. his own thrusts have forced his cum out of you, frothing at your entrance, smeared all over your labia and staining your inner thighs. if he could eat you out and fuck you at the same time—he’d be doing it. max urgently asks daniel, “d-danny, ‘m gonna cum—please, can i cum?” ignoring max, dan’s hand lets go of max’s, and falls to let his middle and ring finger rub vigorously at your clit. your body jackknifes, a scream leaving your lips at the sudden addition, you choke out a warning, “g’na cum! pleasepleaseplease—” and when daniel’s thumb sneaks down to press gently at where you're wrapped snugly around max, almost like he’s trying to slip in alongside his cock—white flashes behind your eyes and you’re cumming hard. 

daniel hums, satisfied, “now, you can cum, maxy.” the younger had already started coming the second he started speaking. it’s erotic—how the two of yours’ orgasm feeds off of each other. every clench of your cunt has you squeezing tightly around max, causing him to thrust in you deeper, which in turn has you pulsating around him tightly, and the cycle continues. max rides out the two of your orgasms viciously this time around, his hips slamming into you, forcing himself as deep as possible wanting to empty every last dreg of his cum within you. you can only whimper brokenly, not making an effort to calm his grinds, wanting to savor anything you can get before he pulls out of you. with max’s last pump of his hips in you, daniel slowly guides him out of you. the two of you hiss, extremely over sensitive from the two times you’ve cum, so daniel tries to make the affair as smooth as he possibly can. with a squelching pop, max is freed from the tight grasp of your cunt, and dan leads him to lie down next to you on the bed.

you’re still floating, not a single thought in your head, a deep sense of satisfaction coating your mind, but you can vaguely hear daniel checking on max, making sure he didn’t push him too far. you hum quietly under your breath, almost like a purr, eyes shut blissfully as you allow yourself to relax in your afterglow. you faintly register daniel slipping in between your legs, his broad shoulders pressed against the underside of your thighs. you feel his left hand gently press at the raw skin of your thigh, and you fuzzily manage to move it over for him, thinking that he’s trying to clean you up. 

daniel can only stare. the pink skin of your hole has turned to a deeper red, with how max bullied your cunt. his mouth falls open, entranced, at the sight of your bruised pussy winking at him, struggling to close, and he moans softly as the pulsing of your cunt starts pushing max’s cum out of you. the creamy, frothy, white fluid slowly sliding out of you and down your ass. his tongue wets his lips—he wants a taste. dan drops the towel he was holding in his right hand, and brings the now empty hand up to spread your lips with a ‘v’ of his fingers. his eyes flick up to your face, and once he sees that you're still floating, he takes a gentle pass over your entrance with two fingers, collecting yours and max’s combined release. he sucks the mess clean, and a groan rumbles through his chest. fuck—he needs more. daniel quickly finds himself breathing softly over your cunt for the second time tonight, and he can feel how your thighs already start shaking at the exhales of his breath against you. he laps his tongue once in a broad stripe over you, and moans depravedly—and then, he pretty much forced to eat you out; why let this go to waste. 

the minute his tongue slips inside you, your thighs slam shut around his head, trying to halt his overeager movements. daniel doesn’t care, he’d happily suffocate in your cunt if it meant he got to eat max’s cum out of you for the last time. when he slips two of his fingers in to coax more of the cum max fucked deep in you out, your hand flies down and tugs at his curls. daniel pulls his mouth away, growling sharply at the pain from the grip of your hand, but he steadfastly dives back in—he’s going to swallow every last drop you’ll give him. “hngh—too much, –anny, can’t take it—my tummy feels weird—it hurts!” daniel’s hips starting grinding against the bed, and he’s made aware of how painfully hard he’s gotten throughout the night; he hasn’t cum once. daniel moans against your cunt, panting against you, “ya got one more f’me right, sweetheart? yeah, ya do—just let me taste you, yeah?” daniel tunes out your cries again, and brushes his nose against your clit as he laves his tongue over you picking up every drop of cum the two of you have spilled on your swollen cunt. his fingers start to curl upwards as he pulls them out, dragging wetness out from the depths of your walls, and you squeal, any pleads that you planned to say have been suddenly erased from your throat at the sudden pain-pleasure that bursts behind your eyes. your core tightens, and you seize against the bed cumming for the third time this night at daniel’s insistence. this is the most intense orgasm all night, and it feels never ending; all of your senses feel like they’re burning hot, nerves tingling from your scalp to your curled toes. what you’ve failed to recognize is that you're gushing all over daniel’s face. he practically gets waterboarded from where he was pressed against your cunt, but once he realizes that he’s made you squirt, he happily starts drinking down each spray of your fluid, uncaring of how his beard is drenched with your release, and how it puddles underneath your ass. 

he swallows you down to the very last drop, plump lips massaging your labia sweetly. he backs off your pussy, switching to your thighs to collect any wetness he missed out on. when your hand tugs at his curls again, pulling him away when the beard burn gets too much, daniel rises to his knees over you. he tugs his cock out of his briefs, the tip flushed the deepest red he’s ever seen it, and it throbs hotly in his grasp. he uses the hand soaked with your squirt to roughly rub himself off, tattooed thigh spasming, and it takes less than ten pumps of his hand before he’s cumming. with every spray of his hot cum that lands against your swollen cunt, your hips jerk—even that feels too much.

when daniel finishes, he moans at the picture he painted on you—would you let him take a picture if he asked? but his fantasy is disrupted when you squirm up the bed, your hand falling to cup protectively over your cunt, thighs tightening around your hand, and you murmur repeatedly, “no more, no more.” max coos quietly from where he’s laying, still just as fucked out as you, but he tries to soothe your cries. he sweetly pulls you into his chest when tears slip out of your eyes, petting at you clumsily, not quite yet having regained complete control of his limbs. “did so good, schatje. daniel did just like he promised—i-if, if you let him clean you up, we can cuddle and go straight to bed, ok? be good, j-just a little longer.”

you sob messily into max’s embrace, but after a few minutes with max and daniel both reassuring you that they’ve finished pulling orgasms out of you, and comfortingly massaging the already setting soreness of your muscles—your cries die down to sniffles, and you slowly spread your legs open for danny. daniel stares at the mess he created this time around, but dismisses the urge to lick it off you; his only goal right now is to properly clean you up, and make sure you go to sleep feeling satisfied and worn-out. as gently as possible, he takes turns wiping both your thighs and cunt, and max’s thighs and cock, switching when either of you says it’s too much. it takes longer than it usually does, but it doesn’t upset daniel as long as it means the two of you are comfortable. 

“okay, okay,” daniel soothes sweetly, “i’m done. you both did so good for me tonight.”

max blushes at the praise, and with a voice as airy as silk, you whisper, “you ‘ere good too, danny—made me feel r’lly good, thank you.” daniel smiles, his heart warming at your sweet words, “thank you, honey. you’re always so sweet to me.”

“now, let’s move this party to the bathroom so both of you can pee, and take a bath before we sleep, i’ll get some snacks for you to eat too,” daniel orders softly, “i took a lot from the two of you tonight—so let me make sure i put you back together, okay?

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[snailygoon]

BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE POINTS IN THIS VIDEO A LOT. ESPECIALLY AFTER SEEING SO MANY ISREALI SETTLERS SITTING SAFE IN THEIR HOMES, CALLING THE FREE PALESTINE MOVEMENT “SICK" WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY HAVING THE PRIVILEGE TO BE FLEEING THE COUNTRY BECAUSE THEY FEEL UNSAFE. WHILE JUST A MILE OVER PALESTINIAN PEOPLE ARE LOCKED IN GAZA, BEING MURDERED BY THE THOUSANDS. NO FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT. NO FOOD, NO WATER. JUST CARNAGE. BROUGHT ON BY THE ISRAELI GOVERNMENT/MILITARY. IT'S JUST CRAZY TO ME THAT SO MANY PEOPLE CANT SEE THE HYPOCRISY OF IT ALL. ESPECIALLY THOSE CLAIMING TO BE LIBERAL MINDED.

PUSH PAST YOUR PREJUDICE OF ARAB PEOPLE. LISTEN TO PALESTINIAN VOICES. KEEP SHARING THEIR STORIES. AND INSTEAD OF CLAIMING YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HISTORY IN THE PAST. BE ON THE RIGHT SIDE NOW! THERE IS NO NEUTRAL STANCE IN A GENOCIDE

ALSO THINKING ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF ZIONISTS I'VE SEEN PUSHING PROPOGANDA. ONLY TALKING ABOUT THE SUPPOSED HORRIBLE THINGS THEY'VE SEEN HAPPEN IN ISREAL INSTEAD OF SHOWING THE WORLD. ALSO THE DEBUNKED AI PHOTOS AND REPORTS. WHILE AT THE SAME TIME I'VE SEEN SO MUCH REAL FOOTAGE OF MANGLED PALESTINIAN PEOPLE. MANGLED CHILDREN KILLED BY ISRAELI FORCES. NOTHING BUT ACTUAL FOOTAGE FROM PEOPLE ON THE GROUND IN GAZA. MEANWHILE THE ISREALI GOVERNMENT HAS TO PAY PEOPLE TO SPREAD LIES THAT THEY CANT BACK UP. ITS SO CLEAR WHATS HAPPENING AND IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO SEE IT THAN I DONT KNOW HOW TO HELP YOU

TO THE ISRAELI PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN RISKING THEIR LIVES PROTESTING THEIR GOVERNMENTS ACTIONS. EVEN BEING THREATENED BY THEIR OWN POLICE FORCE TO BE SENT IN TO GAZA TO DIE FOR VOCALIZING THEIR SUPPORT OF PALESTINIANS. I WISH NOTHING BUT SAFETY FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES.

AND TO THE PALESTINIAN PEOPLE. THOSE IN GAZA AND THE WEST BANK AND THOSE OUTSIDE OF IT. IM SO SORRY FOR THE UNIMAGINABLE HORRORS YOU ARE FACING. I’VE SEEN FOOTAGE THAT IS SEERED INTO MY MIND. AND IT'S NOT EVEN A FRACTION OF WHAT YOU ARE BEING SUBJECTED TO IN PERSON. WISHING ETERNAL PEACE FOR THE THOUSANDS OF MARTYRS LOST IN NOT JUST THE PAST 17 DAYS, BUT IN THE PAST 75+ YEARS OF OCCUPATION AND FOR THOSE STILL FIGHTING, I WISH FOR YOU TO SEE A FREE PALESTINE IN YOUR LIFETIME. IM SO SORRY.

#FREEPALESTINE 🇵🇸

[i-swear-my-name-isnt-raz]

Last night (May 2) two of my friends stayed in my off campus apartment because they did not feel safe on our college campus due to the encampment and protesters who have been calling for “intifada One Solution” and mobbing the main entrance to campus to harass students not part of the protest.

I emailed the school admin because it is unacceptable that Jewish students are fleeing campus and the synagogue and chabad house are doing more to support students that the actual admin. And the admin, like the cowards they are, didn’t even respond to my email and just forwarded it to one of the rabbis in the area.

I hope if people who are part of these encampments see this, you feel ashamed if your school’s Jews are leaving due to unsafe environments. I am fucking sick of the rise in antisemitism the last seven months and I am fucking sick of the silence from the goyim around me. I was looking to invite people to a birthday dinner and I realized that I have 2 non jewish friends who I feel comfortable around and letting near my Jewish friends. It breaks my heart, but i have realized how important it is to protect the people I have and how it’s ok to cut people out how make you feel unsafe.

I am realizing how I can’t even trust former friends anymore because I saw them celebrating October 7 and I hear their deafening silence when Jewish people are assaulted for being Jewish. Literally any other minority and these people will be vocal about it. But when it’s Jewish blood, it’s suddenly cheap

[horrorcrew-diary]

I just wanna throw my two cents out there as someone who is on the bigger end of the CDD community (I think? We have 100+ followers)

I'm punk. I'm a system. So why am I afraid to use the syspunk tags?

Our old host was pretty active and vocal in cpunk spaces because qi was tired of feeling silenced by doctors for having arthritis at a young age. Qi felt empowered and supported by a community that understood qis struggles. But with the way that things are going now, I cannot see myself active in syspunk spaces (or at least on tumblr. If there was a discord server, I might consider it.)

Punk is anti establishment. Punk is against the grain. Punk is being angry and fighting the system and taking no shit and advocating for the oppressed. But if there's going to be endos claiming refuge in the community that was SPECIFICALLY MADE TO COMBAT THEIR IDEOLOGY, I will not join. I do not want to subject me OR my system to harassment from endos and their supporters.

If you're somehow an endo that I don't have blocked, here's the thing:

You make me feel unsafe. Actively.

I have suffered immesurable trauma and abuse of all kinds. I feel as though endos are appropriating my struggles to seem quirky or relatable. Being abused since infancy is not a quirky personality trait. It robbed us of our formative developmental years, and now I have a disorder that makes the average mentally healthy person shudder.

There is a very large overlap between cpunk and syspunk I think. Fighting for our voices to be heard and understood by medical professionals unites our causes. Endogenics are the antithesis of this movement, because, BY DEFINITION, they are NOT medical systems.

I have a medical disorder. Yes, I also see my alters as separate people and treat them as such, but that does not change the fact that we would not exist if it weren't for our trauma. Our trauma is intristictly woven into our very being. There is no Horror Crew without trauma. There is no ME without trauma. You cannot peel back that layer to find anything hiding underneath. It runs so deep that I'm not even sure what healing would even look like for us.

DID is an ugly disorder. It comes hand in hand with some of the most demonized symptoms in the entire DSM. Syspunk is beautiful because it allows us a space to openly talk about these symptoms and struggles without being silenced.

Or at least it would be in theory! Jesus fucking Christ. We're just as traumatized as fucking war veterans. Would you go to a veteran support group and ask for resources if you weren't one? No. You'd be turned down and told to fuck off. So do it. Fuck off.

[itslenagain]

I take all of this shit personally.

When I was 15, I was raped by someone I dated and became pregnant. I could not access abortion without my parents permission due to my age. They are "pro-life" Catholics. I knew even if I had attempted to get one, it would have created an unsafe environment for me at home.

When I was 17, I had a miscarriage. I was on the pill and didn't even know I was pregnant.

When I was 21, I got pregnant with a Nexplanon implant in. I suffered with hyperemesis gravidarum for my entire pregnancy. I lost 80lbs, had to be hospitalized, and my stomach, esophagus, and teeth are permanently damaged from vomiting 40+ times a day every day for 9 months.

When I was 24, I got pregnant with a Mirena IUD in. My OBGYN jokingly called my eggs "Olympic-level escape artists."

When I was 25, I got a bilateral salpingectomy. I remember feeling relieved that my OBGYN at the time did the procedure without questioning me.

In all of these situations, I got "lucky." I turned out as okay as I could have possibly turned out every time. I have 3 really great kids that I love. My miscarriage did not require serious medical intervention. My deliveries were not complicated. I have gotten help for the PTSD I live with and mostly manage fairly well. I find ways to make it through tough days (like seeing what's happening right now on Twitter).

But you know what? Just because I survived it... doesn't mean it's been easy. And it also doesn't mean that other people should have to live through it, either.

I will never stop vocally supporting abortion. I will never stop vocally supporting reproductive rights.

This shit has been so fucking hard. Loving and caring about my kids while acknowledging that this is not the life I wanted for myself. Being grateful for them while also acknowledging the permanent damage to my mental and physical health. Recognizing that people have in the past used my story to promote their pro-forced birther bullshit. Nobody should be forced to do this. Ever.

I support choice. I support giving people agency over their own bodies and letting them make their own decisions. I support abortion for those who want one. I support pregnancy care for those who need it. I support policies that protect birthing people. I support IVF. I support abortion with no restrictions. I support research and development into birth control that works regardless of your sex or BMI. I support policies that support children and families.

The incoming administration wants to take away already limited resources for families and eliminate safe reproductive care. We cannot let them win. We cannot let them do this. It is important now more than ever that we keep fighting. I do not want my daughters to grow up in a world where they do not have agency over their own bodies.

WAYS TO PROTECT YOURSELF:

Crowdsourced list of providers willing to perform sterilizations

Legitimate website that helps find abortion providers for all 50 states

WAYS TO FIGHT BACK

Donate to ACLU

Find contact info for your local representatives

Donate to Planned Parenthood Action Fund

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

As a trans person I really don't care about Harry Potter. JKR is my enemy. Anyone who follows her on Twitter likely knows about the transphobia and I'm suspicious of them. But someone who owns merch from years ago, because the series was unavoidably huge and popular for a very long time, does not necessarily know about JKR's transphobia.

I've been seeing more viral posts about the HP discourse and they all seem very terminally online, to me. There's an assumption that people still liking or referencing HP are doing it knowingly on purpose to make trans people feel unsafe, and if they somehow don't know it's their own fault and they need to be shamed for it, etc. I don't understand the jump from "JKR is a TERF" (this is obvious) now to "anyone who mentions one of the best-selling franchises in history is also a TERF" bc far more people know about Harry Potter than know about JKR being a TERF or the internet discourse in general. Normie Jessica who has no social media except Facebook and who has been using a Harry Potter mug she got for Christmas is probably not doing it on purpose to piss you off and I feel like this is a weird hill to die on.

Every time I see one of those posts I think about the first time I went swimming shirtless after top surgery. I went to the reservoir with a nonbinary friend and they brought a blanket for us to sit on. It was a Harry Potter print blanket bc that's what they had lying around bc this was a massive inescapable franchise. And neither of us mentioned it bc we were going swimming and it was fun and a blanket pattern literally did not matter. I thought it was funny bc I had been seeing the HP discourse online and this was a good reality check that oh yeah, most normal people don't know about that. We had a great time.

Reading Comprehension Quiz

Does the post say that Harry Potter books are unproblematic and/or great literature?

Does the post say that JKR or people who support her twitter rants are unproblematic?

Does the post say that anyone's personal feelings of betrayal and disappointment around the HP franchise, or of feeling suspicious of vocal HP fans, are wrong or invalid?

[everafter-life]

Is there a reason you support those who call themselves transdisabled? It is not healthy for a completely able-bodied person to desire disability whether by not wanting limbs, wanting to be mentally ill, etc. This type of phenomenon is incredibly horrifying. It does not make sense to want to support someone who believes they should be in a wheel chair, missing an arm, blind, etc. I believe this to be an extreme type of body dysmorphia which would need intensive therapy to understand the psychological desire to be disabled. To me, and many people, this is not a widely accepted school of thought.

I’d like to hear your thoughts more on how you feel as not many blogs welcome the difference of opinion on many transIDs. That, and I have no interest in hearing from a child (assuming you are in fact 20). This is something I’d assume is more common in teenagers or preteens.

Much like other times I’ve replied to anyone asking or speaking, I’m going to organize this in a way so it can be legible on what exactly I’m focusing on, since sometimes people jump everywhere and that can get confusing for me.

“This is something I’d assume is more common in teenagers or preteens.”

From what I’ve seen, there are a lot more teens/preteens who do, at least vocally, support this stuff, it’s part of the reason I’m not too active in the community as an adult because it can feel quite odd and i don’t want minors to look up to me in a weird way or anything. The thought of that makes me so uncomfortable which is why when i tend to get a wave of notifications i quickly stop posting because that makes me feel odd (Plus people who mass report without even trying to explain their opinions)

“It is not healthy for a completely able-bodied person to desire disability whether by not wanting limbs, wanting to be mentally ill, etc.”

The first thing i want to talk about here is the “completely able-bodied person” part. Now i don’t doubt that able-bodied, neurotypical, mentally sound (with no better word i can think of myself) trans-abled people do exist, i also know that there are plenty of people who, if they’re labeled or not, do desire to become disabled. There is in fact a disability all on its own connected to this (Body Integrity Identity Disorder, aka BIID) but i assume you would be devoiding those with that disorder with stuff like this since most people do (i won’t be saying my opinion on that here since that doesn’t connect to the conversation at hand)

Next, the “It is not healthy” part. Now i cannot confirm nor deny that since i’m not a psychiatrist of any degree, but i don’t think something being “unhealthy” at any level should mean to ostracize and shun those with those thoughts and actions. It would be better to be able to have there be a place where those with those thought processes can be treated nicely (that can be put to interpretation since everyone would interpret it differently, even i’m not fully sure what it would mean)

“This type of phenomenon is incredibly horrifying.”

I do greatly understand this, i mean, sometimes the thought of it does still make me get weirded out for my disabilities, but then i remember that, no one knows someone better than themself. As long as people aren’t sending themself to the hospital due to doing something unsafely and unprofessionally, i don’t see much of an issue (which is personal, i know others will believe differently but i was raised to basically let people live their life)

“I believe this to be an extreme type of body dysmorphia which would need intensive therapy to understand the psychological desire to be disabled.”

As stated previously, there is a recognized disorder that is a form of dysphoria (by the medical definition) where one believes their body and/or mind doesn’t match your mental image, it does need a lot of therapy to lessen but currently we have no cure for it.

Although other than that, I’ve talked to people, both who do and don’t identify as transabled, that say they wish they were more/less disabled because it would make it so they were believed more about their issues of any kind, or because it would make their current life a lot less hard in any regard. It might be a psychological issue or not, but if people keep treating those who do believe they should be disabled as horrid people, then they will never be able to get any help at all (that is if they even want help, since you can’t force someone to get help, it never works)

I am 100% willing to listen to others beliefs and thoughts, i find it odd when people won’t

Unless it’s like.. saying someone should die because they were born a set way, that’s something i will never listen to because i don’t think people should be killed for how they were born/something they can’t control.

I’m sorry if this looks weird, i typed it on my phone’s note app because it’s easier for me to get thoughts out in there.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

friend, you do realise that no mater how vocal you are about disliking kylie it still isn’t gonna change the fact that timmy and kylie are seeing each other right???? like there NOTHING any of us can do about it because it’s his decision, pr or not, he CHOSED her. so pls stop body shamming/slut shamming or calling her all kinds of vile names it sounds a little misogynist!

Alright, here we go.

Me being vocal about my dislike of her is for two reasons. Firstly, I don’t want her fans interacting with my blog, I don’t want people who support her or think their relationship is “omg so cute!” interacting with my blog, etc etc. Second, I’m venting to people who share my feelings. I know I can’t do anything about it, yeah. I am fully cognizant of the fact that he will never see my blog in a million years (actually, I suspect you either don’t follow me or don’t know me very well, because if you did either, you would know that the last fucking thing I want is any level of interaction with that man, I don’t even follow him on Instagram for god’s sake, interacting with him is something I have had actual nightmares about). That is desirable for me. If I found out he had a Tumblr, I’d block him faster than you can say “not today, Satan.” That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to voice my opinions on my own blog, though, does it? If you’d rather not see my opinions, well… you can just block me, y’know.

Yeah, he chose to be with her. His decisions are stupid. I support his right to make his own decisions, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to say that they’re stupid when I think they’re stupid. Supporting someone’s right to make stupid decisions doesn’t mean I am obligated to support those decisions, nor does it mean I’m not allowed to say as much.

Have I slut shamed her? If I have, I’m sorry; I don’t think she’s someone who sleeps around, based on what I know of her. It seems like she prefers serious relationships. Not that there’d be any issue with her sleeping around, mind you. As long as all parties know what’s going on and no one is being unsafe or harming anyone, I have no issue with that. And for the record, I don’t blame her for wanting to date and presumably bang Tim. Obviously she does. She’s got eyes, after all, doesn’t she? I don’t blame her for that, and I don’t take issue with her choosing to do that since he gave her the opportunity to do so. What’s she gonna do, say no? Obviously not. No, I don’t blame her for that. That’s not shitty, that’s a perfectly normal reaction to Timothée being down to date and/or fuck her. I blame her for all the shitty things she’s done, continues to do, and is complicit in.

As for the body shaming, I can see how you might feel I had done that. That was never my intention, though. My issues with her appearance do indeed exist, because of the harmful beauty standards she puts on young girls—young girls who looked like her before she had all that surgery, young girls who are still growing, like her daughter, for example—and the idea that in order to be beautiful, one has to look a specific way, be a certain level of tan when their skin isn’t naturally that dark (which is a whole other issue, believe you me), have the right facial features, the right size boobs and butt, the right size waist, a flat stomach, the list goes on and on and on. I also take issue with the fact that she lies about those things.

I support women and their rights to make decisions about their bodies. But—and this is very important, anon—what we must keep in mind is that she is not a normal woman. She is one of the most famous people in the world. She may not have chosen to get famous as a child, but she did choose to continue that fame once she reached adulthood. And to be as famous as she us and also be as blatantly shitty as she’s being… yeah, sorry, I’m gonna call her out on it on my blog, and if anybody takes issue with that, idk what to tell ya. Sounds like a you problem.

[not-terezi-pyrope]

Admitting this because I'm not sober and my tongue is looser but sometimes I'm nervous about really connecting with people I've met irl who are in different online circles than me, because people who are not in my sphere often still engage in late 2010s style Bad Discourse, e.g. "X ship is abusive, Y person is secretly a sexual predator because they drew anime porn, thought crimes are real if I consider someone sus, fiction always endorses reality" shit.

I feel very unsafe around such people even if it's not something they are regularly vocal about because I've seen the devastation that kind of thing can bring to targeted individuals and how such false assumptions and accusations can affect people in the trans community specifically. Plus I have some personal trauma from back in my late teens that left me super nervous to interact with fandom for a while. Even now. But my current friends and acquaintances are much more reasonable and nuanced thinkers on things like kink and art and I feel safer with their support.

That said the fear that I will catch the attention of someone who is big into "anti" culture and get harassed is still a concern, so if that's not you and you've noticed me acting a little wary if we didn't meet via mutual friends or in a context where I can check for that risk, I am sorry for this. It has happened a few times.

(But then other times I've found out people are involved with all that and had to quietly stop interacting. So.)

[paceplace]

while im obv glad that the plushies exist and i wouldve bought them w/o the goals in place i still can't help but be a little disappointed in how they went about the stretch goals even if i Get why they did it this way this time around

like, dont get me wrong: i def acknowledge the fact that they weren't expecting buck sales to blow up the way they did and they were likely under pressure to come up with rewards that were better than the ones they already came up with AND make milestones that, while difficult to reach they were not entirely unrealistic (remember: the original milestones for the campaign were 200/300/350/400/500 all of which were met within 21 minutes of release and when we surpassed that the new goals were 1000/1500/2000 because we hit 1k sales within 5 hours of release. these are some pretty insane numbers for a character from a fan project) they def had their work cut out for them back then and so to prevent putting too much on their plates again they gave out less rewards/bigger milestones.

this is something i'm completely fine with as, above all else, i'd rather the people on the team not overexert themselves. my issue is they made the milestones too big and haven't rly said anything about it. i reckon they assumed that people would buy flint + graham due to their popularity, but overlooked the considerable amount of people who could only afford to get one as well people who just... can't get them at all whether it's due to the cost or them living in unsafe/unsupportive environments (the pride capes arent optional). if i were to be in charge behind setting the milestones w/ these factors in mind i would've adjusted the numbers so that it would've been 750/1500/2250/3000 -- decently challenging, yet still manageable.

where we're at rn it took us 27 days to reach 2k sales and by the looks of it we're probably not going to reach 2.5k. i don't know if they're going to address the fact they overshot their goals, or give out one or both of the rewards as pity, or do either of those things but even so i would hope this wouldn't discourage them from launching similar campaigns of other characters and that the outcome of this campaign will be used to help them plan out better milestones-- people have been vocal about their support + safety concerns for this campaign and some have even donated to the trevor project themselves. i'm happy that these plushies are real, i look forward to when they come home, but at the same time can't help but feel some level disappointment since the bar was set too high to begin with and no matter how you twist it getting a nameplate and a few stickers out of it is pretty underwhelming

[aita-alternia]

AITA for leaving my moirail over The Signless and making her cry ??? Buckle up this is gonna be a little long...

Ok so recently i (((7.3,,, he/him,,,not disclosing blood color for obvious reasons))) left my moirail(((about same age))) and i think i made the right decision but i feel really shit about it... She was normal at first,,, but after a while started getting really into The Signless''' teachings,,, which i wouldn'''t have a problem with,,, BUT she also started getting really really vocal about it which made me feel extremely unsafe... OBVIOUSLY...you get culled for that shit...not only that but it seemed to be the only thing she wanted to talk about after a while like an obsession...and while i appreciate the activism,,,and think everyone should be equal,,, i just couldn'''t take it anymore...so i told her i was gonna leave her unless she calmed down... She got really angry with me,,, saying that i was """a cowarb""" for not being vocal about my support of The Signless and calling me casteist and all that usual stuff...but the ironic thing is... she'''s higher in the blood caste than me !!! And I think that stuff she said to me is really unfair and quite frankly a bit tone deaf all things considered ??? I told her that and she thought i was calling her casteist and started crying,,, and i was so pissed off i yelled at her about it and she ran out of my hive... so i feel like an asshole about it...But also......and while i feel a little uncomfy sharing this......she also seemed to be interested in The Signless and his followers for......non activist reasons. Because we shared the blood color of some of his followers she always said we were """meant to de""" and wanted us to roleplay as them constantly because of some """kinning""" stuff that i never really understood,,,and she always insisted despite it making me really uncomfortable... Ok now that i'''m writing this out i think she may not have been the sanest troll...but despite that i still have feelings for her and i feel really bad because i made her cry over it... as I'm writing this actually she messaged me saying she was willing to get back with me if i apologized...

[skinnymeanfaggot]

im gonna say something and delete it real quick

ive been through a ton of shit and i dont think i deserve most or any of it. i never harassed alex directly to my knowledge i just spread the information and spoke about it. and i did that because i trusted my partner at the time. im not in the wrong for believing someone elses lies.

and then when smitty was called out the most i did was on my private when i was psychotic and panicking i was like well this isnt a big deal right they didnt mean it but i was defending them because at that point my entire life revolved around them and we were unhealthy codependent, i wasnt in my right mind at all and i couldnt think it was the worst time of my life because i couldnt trust my own thoughts and i went back and forth on hating and loving them because i was so unstable. but i never ever went out and said what they did was ok and i support them. i was mass dropped and maligned by so many past friends simply for being their PARTNER at the time. before i even had the chance to do or say anything people were cutting me off. i left twitter because it was so horrible for my mental health at that point, but now i feel so isolated from the warriors and map communities, and i feel like everyone has a really tainted view on me. and theyre like "you fucked up but thats ok!" and im like where did i fuck up? by being mentally ill? by being abused? like ive fucking gaslit myself into thinking ive done some horrible shit but all i did was believe a liar and then get manipulated by them. and because everyone and their fucking mom was abandoning me i clung to the one person in my life who stayed and was also constantly feeding lies to me about how we only needed each other and everyone else was unsafe. so like. im fucking sorry for being put in a shitty situation i guess. idk im just really pissed that people out there think i did anything fucked up because on the alex shit i literally just said and did what everyone else at the time was doing. because EVERYONE believed smitty and everyone said he was bad. i was vocal about it because they were my fucking partner and they frequently lied about how fucked up it was and how bad it felt and i was being MANIPULATED DIRECTLY. like it just sucks. i shouldnt have lost my friends and i shouldnt have had to leave twitter and everyone i know here, youre excluded because youve stuck with me. but if i see any ex friend from that era who cut me off come slithering back im blocking. and im forever forever going to be fucking pissed about how my life was ruined due to someone elses actions

[likeallbeforeyou]

one of my best friends of almost 4 yrs started interacting w radfem circles about a year ago and she's not transphobic by any means and I know this becos she's personally supported me for years without question and even now she's still vocally against terfs but it's so hard to feel safe interacting with her on social media bc so many of her mutuals are either loudly or subtly transphobic & idk if she knows this but it's so blatantly obvious and like maybe she just isn't seeing it or something??? 😭 I've tried for so long to give her the benefit of the doubt but I've also made the conscious decision to speak with her less and so we haven't spoken in a few months and I feel like a major bitch . But surely it's justified like i feel so unsafe

[mjorthehighway]

Kinda tired of femininity being forced down my throat as a trans man tbh. All the posts about trans men now seems to only vomit "It's OK to be feminine and not medically transition and have a femme voice and dress femme" (which are valid statements don't get me wrong, it's just all i seem to see now)

So this is a Trans Man Positivity post for the men like me:

You are valid if you never want anyone outside your partner(s) to know you are trans.

You are valid if you regularly pitch your voice down/do vocal training

You are valid in wearing clothes that make you feel safe and comfortable, even if you'd rather wear something else (you'll get there, take your time!)

You are valid if the idea of not being able to bind for a day scares you/makes you anxious

You are valid if you get upset being constantly misgendered, despite all the hard work you've put into your appearance.

You are valid in going incognito for your own ssfely (I.e. according to everyone who knows you, you are a "cis man")

You are valid in lying about your agab to anyone for your own safety

And finally you are valid if you're even afraid of being transgender at all. Realizing you are trans is sometimes a frightening feeling rather than a euphoric one, especially with all the anti-trans laws sweeping across the US and the almost absolute lack of trans protection laws everywhere else (with a few exceptions obvs) Of course the majority of people are loud and vocal in the support of trans people, we're still nowhere near the state of "every trans person can come out and not be persecuted/hurt" so please be kind to the trans people in your life who are scared/closeted and make decisions about their gender expressions that make them feel safe. If a trans man says "I look really cute in this skirt but I'd feel really unsafe and probably dysphoric if I wore it" maybe take them at their word and don't (even though most people would see it as helping a homie with some dope fashion choices) pressure them into wearing something femme just to "stick it to the man" Yes gendered clothes are bullshit, and the gender binary is bullshit, but don't you ever make a trans person feel bad for playing the gender binary game for their own safety, please and thank you.

Another small slightly related note: Unless someone explicitly states to you that they are OK with you outing them, DONT REVEAL OTHER PEOPLES TRANS IDENTITY. Even if the person you're talking to is open minded and obviously pro-trans it's still not your place to out someone else without permission. Ever. Trans people aren't here to give you more woke points by being your friends, so stop parading us around to other people like trophies. Stop it.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

my parents are trump supporters. (we’re aussies) and a part of my soul just dies everytime my mum vocally supports trump. i die everytime she makes excuses for trumps behaviour. she literally just made an excuse of how trump is a literal billionaire and how the women who sued him was a prostitute anyway. my heart breaks for myself and for these victims. she was like “did she kill someone? how was he criminal.” and how kamala’s plataforma was only abortion and she doesn’t have any other policies on. she just doesn’t get it that you don’t have to get abortion but it’s all about having access to healthcare and it being an open conversation.

my soul is dying. i would dread it if a bad day comes for me that by chance i’d get raped and become pregnant. it will be the end of my connection to this family. cause i know they will try to excuse for the man’s behaviour and make me hide it to save face.

it breaks my heart to read this. it's so shocking, still, to hear how ppl make excuses for trump and his behavior, as well as others who behave that way. im sorry you feel unsafe among your own family because of it. im sorry for everyone who feels unsafe in this world bc this kind of behavior is tolerated by so fucking many. there's a lot to be said about the elections and what went wrong but you do have the knowledge that there are ppl who have your back and support you. if you have the means to leave that situation by all means do. we can lead full and meaningful lives despite everything