#Can't keep a good man down

[jtargaryen18]

Hey hey 👋 is HI Steve recovering well?

Oh, we're going to find out very, very soon. 💕💕💕

[sydsixxftm]

I had so many friends and fans who were worried about my absence. I love you all! Thank you for the support over the years! I can happily announce that I have completed college and I have moved on to my career in a field I am passionate about. Do not worry about me. I am surrounded by love and success

Why Did Syd Sixx Leave Porn?

TW for SA I originally wasn't going to say anything, because of how painful the situation is. I didn't want to speak out at all at first because of the social pressure not to speak up on these type of things.

In February of 2024 I was vaginally raped by a trans woman. She was homeless, I opened my home to her out of trans solidarity, and she raped me in my own bed.

After the she violated my body I couldn't have sex or even touch myself for about 4 months. I made the decision to leave the porn industry because it was too painful to keep going. Even with my own intimate partners in my personal sex life I began to have panic attacks when touched.

Not only was the sexual assault damaging to my 6 year long career as an adult performer, it ruined my sense of self. I was so dysphoric and suicidal. My entire world, everything I knew, was ripped away from me.

When I had mentioned being raped by a trans woman, I was met with multiple dogpiles telling me to detransiton, death threats, and other harassment. I tried to be very clear that I do not view all trans women as rapists, but they attacked me viscously anyways. I spiraled into a deep depression.

I left the porn industry behind because I couldn't force myself to keep going. And honestly? It was the best decision I have ever made for myself. For the first time in my life I am developing a healthy relationship to sex and a healthy relationship with my body. My dysphoria has also improved since leaving modeling behind. The porn industry was keeping me in a cycle of psychological abuse. Studies show that being a sex worker is more traumatic than being a EMT, being an ER nurse during covid, and even worse for the mind than being a troop who saw combat. It's no longer worth it to be to let myself be sexually abused for money. I can look back fondly on some of my performances. but overall... the sex industry is nothing but abuse, rape, and death. I watched it chew up and spit out so many trans people. I've watched the industry push young trans people to suicide attempts. I can't ever go back. I don't hate sex workers, I hate the sex industry.

Side note: yes I'm still upset about the how toxic the trans community is to survivors of rape by a trans woman. There is a SERIOUS issue of intracommunity sexual violence that we cannot even address without being called a transphobe and told to detrans or to unalive myself. You should be ashamed about the way you treat survivors in your own community

[somereaderinblue]

the rare times there isn't any toxic sh!t for them

also funfact, odysseus looks less muscular than how he was described in the illiad or odyssey is because

1. I like to think he got most of his muscles from his time in the trojan war annddd because ody was kidnapped i dont think he looks very much muscular but still he's jacked and finally the most important reason why ody looks less muscular iss

i suck at muscles

"I suck at muscles" <- MOOD, we've all been there at some point, we all can relate. Also LOL the book title, must be Ody's passion project when he's not wood carving.

And yes, he does lose some muscle definition while at Troy because he doesn't work out as much. Hector supervises his 'morning runs' so his leg muscles don't atrophy but other than that, physical activities are limited/clossely monitored.

Your fanart also reminded me of an interesting convo I had with dkmbookworm wherein she pointed out that Paris likely doesn't really know how to read due to his shepherd upbringing. Yeah, he learnt a bit as a prince but why do that when he could instead, lie on Odysseus' lap & ask him to read to him?

[lambda-core]

I am way too tired/jetlagged to make this post right now, but the reason Armada Starscream is so specifically well done to me actually isn't just the way he's got more depth than just wanting to take over Megatron. It's the way he falls back on this image he has of himself as someone who is solely focused on Megatron. And he is obsessed with Megatron, but the disconnect between Starscream and his image of himself is what gives him actual depth.

The reason this is so cool to me is like, that self-image--that he is single-mindedly obsessed with Megatron and will sacrifice everything else for that goal, no matter who gets hurt--is pretty close to what every other Starscream is. (The selfishness you associate with Starscream is a little more subtle, but it's there in the "no matter who gets hurt" clause imo.)

So if you go into this as a Transformers fan, you're already expecting Starscream to betray Megatron and try to best him and rule the Decepticons. But so does Starscream, even when he's demonstrably proven to both his peers and the audience that he's more than that. It's almost like his past incarnations--or the audience's expectation of him--haunt him. It turns his own internal man-versus-self conflict into this really cool man-versus-narrative conflict.

And what's crazy about this is, through the last moments of this arc, Starscream does grow beyond the narrative we'd expect from other Starscreams! But he never admits that to himself, because it's easier for him to cling to the idea that he's laser-focused on his hatred of Megatron. Every time he helps the minicons--every time he helps the humans--even in his last words, he LIES to himself and everyone around him that everything he did was always about Megatron. Because it's easier to simplify himself than to grasp that he might be a complex character. Because he's a person and he has all the messy conflicts that come with that. He falls back on the same ideas every single other Starscream did, and THAT is his undoing. Not that he is self-centered because he's Starscream. Not that he is obsessed with Megatron because he's Starscream. That he THINKS he is all of those things and he will not LET himself be anything else.

I would argue that that's a bigger theme in Armada, as well. Optimus and Megatron more or less spend their final fight coming to terms with their story roles in Transformers. I really feel like if you sneezed on them, they would realize they do this in every universe and in every timeline. Starscream's is the most interesting example to me, though, because he's such a departure from other versions of Starscream; hell, he acts (and looks, lol) a lot more like some incarnations of Thundercracker. But he's still got classic Starscream in him in this roundabout meta reference. He's like an homage to his namesake. It's so cool! And it works perfectly with the story he's a part of.

[supersecretmetalocalypseblog]

The only way Charles could be safe from Salacia is if he died, and once he does, he learns about the prophecy, and The Church of the Black Klok. So... does that mean that MMA beating Charles in Dethrelease/Black Fire Upon Us not only drives me insane, but is a crucial moment in the prophecy?? Idk if it HAD to be MMA or if it could've been anyone who "kills" Charles. I am of the personal belief that MMA's role in prophecy is to guide (albeit accidentally) Dethklok towards their destiny. It's when he's first hired to kill DK that the metalocalypse begins, according to Cardinal Ravenwood. it's only after his attack on Mordhaus that CFO learns of his role as The Dead Man, it's through rescuing Toki and Abigail that the band first uses their powers, the Dethlights. Without ever realizing it, he's caught up in this ancient prophecy, actively being a pain in the ass for everyone involved, inching towards the precipice of an apocalypse. Listen to me, waffling on about prophecies n shit. Fire alone will save our clan, or whatever, amirite,,

[softquietsteadylove]

[ice queen and tyrant king AU]

thena using Gil and his tattoos as a coloring book after she finds some skin safe markers. I feel like in this au thena would secretly really enjoy physical touch and she would really like when Gil holds her. I also feel like this is the first step for her becoming more vulnerable to Gil as a whole, kind of letting her guard down more that before ❤️ so can I request that this be part one and her admitting that she likes it when Gil holds her be part two?

lots of love! Your writing is truly amazing!

The Tyrant King never used to consider himself a heavy sleeper. A sleeper, sure, maybe even the occasional nap after watching the races and having a few beer. But he was never the type to have a nap just because.

But now...well, Thena's office couch was becoming awfully familiar to him.

They'd had one of their 'meetings'. He had come over to her office, gotten dropped off, waited for her to finish with a real meeting. Then they were on each other. She was bossy, as always (hot). She grabbed him, kissed him, climbed on top of him like he was her property (yes ma'am).

They had worn each other out, heavily sated after the fact. But she had more work to do while he had cleared his schedule for the afternoon. He had done so specifically in hopes that he might squeeze in some more time with her afterward.

Which he wasn't supposed to do.

He was well aware Thena looked at their arrangement with the sterile, clinical eye of a business woman. She fit him into her day the way she would fit in an appointment for a massage. And he was supposed to view it the same way. A situationship at best, as the kids would say--a bootycall, as he considered it.

And maybe it would be easier to think of it that way if she weren't so perfect for him. His heart leapt at the thought of her calling or texting him. Even a business email thinly veiling an invitation to come over. He was excited for it; everyday held new potential for her to call upon him again. Maybe he should feel used, he thought at one time.

But every time they were together, he knew she felt it too. She didn't want to, that was for damn sure. His Ice Queen approached her own feelings the same way she approached an overly friendly business arrangement; ignore it, and hope it just leaves of its own accord.

But when they kissed, he knew she reciprocated genuinely. His hands on her felt just as good to her--just as natural. He could just...tell. And when they made love, he knew she felt everything he was feeling. It was too good, too mind blowing, too addictive to not be true.

If only he could get her to see it that way.

His Ice Queen was a guarded woman. He couldn't begrudge her that. She had her reasons for keeping herself closely protected. He knew she kept a tight circle of friends in the Poison Princess and the Lightning Thief, she might have even been on friendly terms with Ajak. But she wasn't a social creature. Letting him into her world was a risk.

The squeak of a highlighter burrowed into his ear and he whined in complaint. He could hear her light, purring laughter (the vixen). He attempted to turn onto his side and bury his face in her dress, but she kept him on his back, his head in her lap.

If she didn't want him to fall in love with her, she could have just sent him away. But instead she let him sleep on her office couch after wearing himself out. Sometimes she would even pick up his head and let it rest in her lap while she was working. Like now.

He cracked an eye open, still feigning some sleep as he stole a peek. She was looking at some documents, highlighting on occasion, and then the highlighter would drift away as she continued reading.

There was a tickle on his skin, and he realised the highlighter was dotting and dragging against his arm. He could have thought it was something she was doing absentmindedly, her hand doing one thing while her mind focused on another.

But she was working on specific areas. She would highlight a line and then her right hand would drag the highlighter down the lines of one of the dragons slithering up his arm. She would highlight another number and then she would dot its eyes in with neon green.

Maybe he would tell her not to if it wasn't kinda cute.

He didn't always get to see his Ice Queen unguarded. It was a good sign that she was relaxed enough to let him lounge with her like this at all. And to see her working, going over her numbers, in her element--he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

Thena examined another line on the page. She squinted at it a little. Maybe it was because of what it said. Or maybe she would need glasses. The thought of an older Thena, glasses and more-silver-than-blonde hair entered his mind and only made him more smitten. Not that she wouldn't fucking kill him for thinking such things.

Another line of colour got added to his dragon tattoo. And he really couldn't bring himself to mind it. She could scribble all over him if it meant he got to stay, got to gaze up at her adoringly, maybe even got to convince her to have dinner with him?

"I know you're awake, Gilgamesh."

He sighed, giving up on his charade but not moving from his spot. "I thought I was doing a pretty good job."

She glanced away from her work sparingly. But she had a faintly amused smile on those amazing lips. "It was truly awful, I'm afraid. Your breathing changes so steeply when you're awake."

He pouted faintly, but so long as he was poised the way he was, he was able to look up at Thena. The lights flush with her office ceiling were set low, shining down on them with mercy. They caught in the diamonds on her ear cuff and her other earrings, and in the comb securing some of her hair out of her face.

She sparkled, his Ice Queen.

Thena set aside the papers and really smiled at him. "Sleep well?"

He grinned up at her. Her hand was resisting the urge to trail over him affectionately, hovering over him but not making contact. "Damn well. You sure you don't wanna join me, Princess?"

She puffed out a laugh. "Some of us have businesses to run."

"Hey, I do great business," he protested, just to see her lips upturned in amusement. "And my very capable underlings are running it as we speak."

"Hm," she sufficed to say, looking at her figures again.

Gil shimmied on top of her thigh. She frowned down at him for jostling her but he dragged his other arm out from the crack of the couch to lie over his front. His shirt was still deeply unbuttoned from their earlier activities, and he had rolled his sleeves up before dozing off. "You should get this one, too."

Thena actually looked a little sheepish, her earlier idle activity being caught and reflected upon. But seeing his eagerness, she sighed. She obliged him, positioning his other arm for herself. "I would have thought colour of this degree didn't suit you, Tyrant."

He didn't care if she wanted to use a pink highlighter and colour in every tattoo on his body. Okay, maybe he was getting carried away. But that was just the effect this woman had on him.

Thena started with dotting in the eyes of his other dragon to match, then adding some scales to it. "You could always return to your own office."

Some might have taken that as an open invitation to leave. But he knew his Ice Queen better than that. She was asking if he wanted to go home rather than let her scribble on him. Her day demanded more of her, and maybe the prize of the end of the day with her wasn't enough for him to stick around for two more hours.

But he was happy as a clam. In truth, she could have called him over in the morning and ignored him for the rest of the day. He could chill in her office, play around on his phone, whatever. It would still be preferable to moping around in his own office daydreaming about her.

"I'm happy here," he told her with the utmost honesty. Thena valued honesty; some might say that was why she was always so direct herself.

Her smile softened and he caught that shy twinkle in her eye; the part of her that always seemed a little embarrassed at being caught feeling happiness. What a sin for his poor Ice Queen.

"Are you?" he dared to ask, even knowing it could get him in trouble. She finished the layer of cloud she was working on before looking at him again. She raised a brow. "Happy?"

Her mask was flawless, but he could see a little Thena behind it, battling it out with the Ice Queen's shield. "Do not ask me such things, Tyrant."

Says the woman with his head in her lap, he couldn't help but think. But the longer he waited, the less Thena could resist. She coloured in another twist of fog before setting her papers aside. His eyes slid closed as she leaned down, craning her neck to kiss him.

This was what he was talking about; when they kissed, he knew she was the woman for him. Like they were made for each other. If he died on the job the very next day he'd come back for her. Maybe as a ghost, maybe he'd get reincarnated into some other shmuck's body. Maybe he'd come back as a cat, or a stray dog she would take pity on.

And he would love her just as much - probably even more - in that life, and in any he had with her.

Okay, he was definitely letting himself get carried away.

He rose slightly, trying to follow her lips with his. But she pushed him back to lie down. He pouted at her. "Come on, Ice. Do you have more meetings?"

She shook her head at him, but her fingers slipped into the opening of his shirt, tapping over his heart. "No."

So...they could go another round...?

"Let me finish this, at least," she chided him. This was why she was the diamond Queen, Gil lamented.

He resigned himself to it, lying back down and closing his eyes again. "Fine, but think of what you want for dinner, since I'm gonna be here."

"Hm."

Yes!--mission succeeded, she would let him stay for dinner. His Ice Queen thought herself so frosty and hard to reach. But he could feel how warm her touch was, lingering on his skin. Her hand was always dancing that line, sometimes allowing her the luxury of touching him, sometimes resisting that closeness. But the desire she had to be close to him assured him that this wasn't so one-sided a love.

"I'll have it delivered, I suppose, since your driver went back to Koreatown."

He tried not to seem like he was grinning. "Guess so."

She poked him in the cheek; he was definitely smiling too much. "So, I will have to drive you home too, is what you're saying."

He didn't mind being transparent for her. He liked offering her that as a gesture of good will. The more easily she could read him, the more she would allow him the same (maybe).

She gifted him with another kiss as a reward, even if she didn't see it that way. "Insufferable man."

And yet she was still here, suffering him all the time. Everyday, at this point. And the only thing he was suffering was love (too much?).

[verussy]

whoever predicted that max, charles and oscar podium in qatar, please hit me up

[tenderyouth]

random zayne headcanons that i can't stop thinking about; pt. 1 / xxx

↠ infinite teasing. zayne is not a fool, he knows exactly what you feel and how it portrays in your body language, voice tone, face grimaces. in fact, he loves it about you so much; his chest swells with warmth when he hears you scream in defeat when you're losing yet another game of cards to him, immediately pouting and blaming him for pulling out his dirtiest tricks to be victorious; or when you're laughing so hard that the tiniest tears start forming in the corners of your eyes - everything about you being so effortlessly you makes him feel slightly dizzy. and that's why he can't help himself when it comes to teasing you, pulling your strings ever so slightly, watching your reactions to his words and actions - he feels like he could drown in this overwhelming sense of control he has over you.

he finds great pleasure in almost torturing you when he's tying up your hair and accidentally touching the delicate skin behind your ear and sending a shiver down your neck and shoulders. "i didn't even use much force, but you're blushing now?" he whispers right in your ear, sending another wave of tiny explosions on your skin, watching as your face grows visibly hot with blush.

when you're sharing the bed together, he knows that he needs to do only so many things to make you whimper and beg for him. he takes his time enjoying the view: dazed gaze filled with desire for him, shaky breaths and gasps leaving your mouth, eyes rolling back when he touches you through your silky nightgown. "you're shivering", his soft voice echoes through the bedroom; "are you cold, darling? i don't want you to get sick. i can help you warm up", his hand caressing your frame, slender fingers painting your skin with heat and lust. "are you cold there?" his palm slips down your side, stopping at your hips and slightly squeezing the soft flesh, eliciting another melodic moan from you. "oh don't worry. baby, you don't need to reply. it's written all over your face. i don't even need to guess"

[endead-art]

The Ithaca Saga (Epic the Musical) was so good

I already listened to the songs prior to the stream, but man

That truly was a journessy, an epic one at that

Thank you Mr. Jalapeño

[butwhatifidothis]

What gets me about GW defenders saying that "Claude siding with Edelgard shows how far he's willing to go to get what he wants, he'll use anyone to further his goals" is that, even if that were accurate to his character... that's not what he does in GW. At all.

Which one of Claude's goals are ever progressed once he sides with Edelgard? And how does siding with Edelgard, specifically, accomplish said goal?

Maybe... killing Rhea? But all of the reasons he says he wants her gone in this game are either completely unproven or blatantly incorrect - there's no proof of the Church forcing arranged marriages, Crests do not force obligations onto those that have them (which Claude himself literally proves), and the Church is helping Dimitri restore Duscur - a foreign nation - meaning they are actively willing to help fulfill Claude's main goal that he came to the officer's academy to achieve.

And... that's it! That is the only possible thing that even POTENTIALLY helps Claude's dreams, and taking a five-second look at it shows that it actually does nothing at all to help anything. But in the meantime? Claude weakens Faerghus through agitating Sreng and invading it himself, forcing Dimitri to fight a three front war; he actively helps Edelgard get herself out of a messy situation, even though not helping her and letting her die would have actually helped him and would have actually been him using her like people keep saying he's trying to do; he and Holst even admit that by the end of the war Edelgard is going to make a vassal state of Leicester after taking the lion's share of Faerghus' territory for themselves, which Leicester can't do anything about because of Adrestia's far stronger military. He is the one saying that! He is the one pointing out that that is going to happen! And yet he just keeps going anyway!

He is the one getting used. Very blatantly, and very extensively. Claude walked himself into a trap and lied to himself into thinking he's the one with the upper hand, which somehow managed to convince a large portion of the fanbase too. There's no gray morality here, there's no cunning being showcased, Claude is just an evil stupid tool

[liquidchocolatecake]

currently captive audience to a knock down drag out fight in my brain between desire to respect the wishes of the creator and not look for anyone redistributing the comic and god i fucking miss wonderlab i miss wonderlab so much you have no idea i want wonderlab back so bad

[willowcrowned]

yeah like. if Roy and riza get married it’s half fake marriage to trap each other in misery self harm style and half being genuinely in love. insane of them

no exactly because they don't love each other really and they don't even hate each other really (except for the ways they do) they just. are each other. you don't love your liver or your heart or your lungs they're just a part of you. and they're just a part of each other. but they should never ever get married

[saturnsorbits]

Okay, so I know we all hate him, but Mahito is a legitimately brilliant villain...

[youjustcannotknow]

the weight of the world has crushed me flat on this fine afternoon

[gu6chan]

Not to be dramatic and point fingers but why is it that the worst people with no respect towards art or anything that doesn't involve mindless consumption for "the lore" always have to be drakengard 3 and nier fans. like i don't even try to look and search for things to complain about regarding them but somehow every stupid fucking thing in this fanbase comes back to them

[wienerlicious]

sure the economy sucks and i can't afford a house or kids but at least i was born at the perfect time to be the target demographic for twilight