#I apologize for how gay I'm gonna be about this woman

[godsworstson]

my wife

[olderthannetfic]

I apologize in advance for how long this is gonna get but I'm so fucking tired of fandom brained discourse dipshits misusing every single term they get their grubby little hands on so I feel like we need to sit down and do a quick lesson.

Fetishization is the act of making someone or something the object of a sexual fetish. This can include taking a facet of someones identity (such as their race, sexuality, or weight) and only focusing on that, instead of treating them like a full person.

Example of something that is fetishization: Taking a black character and disregarding his personality to reimagine him to be an aggressive, hypermasculine sex machine, and only ever talking about his skin color, sexual prowess, and how aggressive and hung he is.

Example of something that is NOT fetishization: Enjoying a black character for who he is and drawing fanart, writing about him, or shipping him with yourself or other characters.

Objectification is the act of degrading someone and treating them as if they're an object and not an actual person.

Example of something that is objectification: Making a female character with massive tits who only wears tiny bikinis, and having her entire personality revolve around how amazing her tits are and how much she loves to fuck.

Example of something that is NOT objectification: Making a female character who has massive tits and enjoys wearing tiny bikinis at the beach, who has an active sex life, but is also a well developed character with a personality, hobbies, friends, etc. Being attracted to a character and wanting to see them in sexual situations is also not automatically objectification.

Heteronormativity is the assumption that everyone is heterosexual, and that heterosexuality is normal, ideal, and superior to any other sexuality.

Example of something that is heteronormative: Seeing a male and female character smile at each other, and immediately assuming that they're in attracted to each other and want to be in a relationship.

Example of something that is NOT heteronormative: A male character dominating a female character during sex. A masculine gay man dating a feminine gay man. A bisexual woman being attracted to a man.

Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder in which an adult or older adolescent experiences a primary or exclusive sexual attraction to prepubescent children.

Example of something that is pedophilia: A 20+ year old character being sexually attracted to a 10 year old character.

Example of something that is NOT pedophilia: A 20 year old character dating an 18 year old character. An 18 year old character dating a 17 year old character. A 15 year old character having a crush on their teacher.

Incest is sex between close relatives, for example a parent and child, a brother and a sister, or someone and their cousins.

Example of something that is incest: A brother having sex with his sister.

Example of something that is NOT incest: Two characters who were childhood friends later becoming attracted to each other and dating. Two characters that are soldiers and refer to each other as "brothers in arms" being in a relationship with each other. Two characters that were adopted or rescued by the same person being attracted to each other and dating.

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Real definitions are never going to get through to people whose main issue is that they find the existence of horniness abjectly terrifying.

[maneskinwh0re]

“one more word.” ~ butch!wolverine x ladypool!reader this is just a wlw honda odyssey scene bc i need butch wolverine to be real. i also aimed to write them in character! give feedback babes plsssss

cw: outdated cultural references, fourth wall breaking, nsfw, blood, f!ngering, strap!sex, idk just lotta gay shit xx

wc: 4.3k...👁️👁️

"get. in the fucking. car."

"it'll get you there safe and sound!" nicepool reassures with a loving pat to the top of the grey honda odyssey. "lil betsy always does." his eyes then fall to dogpool, who is held tightly in your arms. "you're gonna have to give me my dog back, though..."

"i know," you reply matter-of-factly. "listen-" you start before mary puppins places a paw on your hand. "yes, child... if you ever want to give her up or if she needs a new home, or if something should happen to you, i'd love to be her mama."

nicepool only wheezes at your remark. "what would ever happen to me?"

"lots of stuff," you reply with a shrug, smiling innocently under your red mask.

as soon as he realizes your seriousness, his smile fades and looks to the older woman standing to his right in an ask for help. the wolverine lets out a huff as she pushes herself off the honda and moves to grab the dog from your grasp.

"n-no! we're running away- agh- the corn was too dense, girl!" you say in apologies to mary puppins and watch sadly as laura hands the you-variant over to the other, nicer-you-variant.

you begrudgingly get in the passenger seat of the shitty car, waving goodbye to dogpool. the obnoxious sound of you singing "we'll meet again" is muffled by the car windows as laura drives you both away.

time passes. maybe 15 minutes, maybe an hour. doesn't matter, reader— don't worry about it. you haven’t been paying attention to the time because you’ve been sneaking quick gazes at the wolverine in the driver’s seat to your left. the way her brown hair curls up on either sides of her head looks so cute. yet the way her large, gloved hands grip the steering wheel causes your mind to wander other places. all you know now is there’s been a lingering thought poking at your brain since you picked this wolverine up from that bar in her universe.

"okay i'm just gonna ask. what's with the suit? first thing i did when i flamed out: i took mine off."

"drop it." laura mutters.

"it's not that ugly..."

"stop talkin about my suit."

"did you make it yourself? been there!"

"quit. now." the tension in her voice is rising.

"the x-men make you wear it? those sons of fuckin bitches. they are not your friends, i'll tell ya that. friends don't let friends leave the house looking like they fight crime for the los angeles rams-"

"shut the fuck up about the suit," she snaps.

"woahwoahwoah watch your frown lines, angel baby." you back off, lifting your hands in a motion of surrender. "i'm just trying to bond a little bit-"

"yeah? well then talk about something else."

"fine!"

there's an uncomfortable silence between you two, only for a moment before you play around, making spiderman web motions with your gloved hands. you just can’t help but annoy the woman next to you, it’s too much fun. it’s like your duty as passenger princess.

"stop it," she snaps again soon enough.

"why? don't wanna get distracted seeing my fingers in this motion?" you tease, moving your middle and ring finger back and forth. laura only scoffs at the sexual innuendo. "ahh, the natural hand position of the sapphics." you turn to look out the car window and make eye contact with the reader. "is that why so many masc lesbians are obsessed with spiderman? i guess only earth-616 knows the correlation..."

and wait- if i'm supposedly you, the reader, but as ladypool-- then how am i breaking the fourth wall? gasp! a fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break... that's like- sixteen walls... am i talking to myself? or talking to myself? whatever. anyway i know why you're here, you slut. let's make conversation by pushing wolvie's buttons some more, yeah?

"if they could fix your world, what's the first thing you're gonna do when you get outta here? some rubbing alcohol shots? maybe a wiper fluid chaser?"

laura's gaze slowly turns to you. "what did you say?"

"i said when you get back, what's the first thing you're gonna do-"

"no no, before that."

"if-" you catch yourself. shit. "-they can fix your world?"

with an aggressive slam on the break, your seatbelt doesn't even have time to prevent your head from colliding with the dashboard. and as the car stops, you know there's nothing that can save you from the rage behind wolverine's tone.

"what do you mean if?" she asks through gritted teeth, body fully turned to face you.

"i mean-"

"you lied to me. you don't have a fucking clue if they could help me fix things. do you?"

"no, but i mean-" you start to defend yourself before three metal claws impale your thigh, and probably extend under you all the way through to your seat. "agh- fuck! fuck! i didn't lie!"

"you lied!"

"no! i made an educated wish!"

laura only tilts her head at your defense, eyebrows furrowing.

"because i need you," you continue as you unfold the photo that was in your pocket and hold it up for her to see. "this is why. right here. cause if we don't do something, they die. i don't know anything about saving worlds, and why would i even care? cause my entire world is right here in this picture. it's only nine people, and i have no idea how to save it alone. i know how to fuck people up for money but you- YOU know how to save them... at least the other wolverine did-" at that last comment, laura twists her claws in your thigh, striking enough pain for more curses to escape your mouth. "f-fuck! ah- i guess i'm stuck with the worst one-"

"did you just say you made an educated... fucking wish?"

"they call me the merc with the mouth. they don't call me truthful timmy the blowjob queen of sass catoo-"

the three metal blades are quickly removed from your thigh only to be brought up next to your face. laura's shaky breath exercises seem to be the only thing keeping her from slicing you apart.

"one more word... please, give me one." her guttural voice is a low warning. you wait a moment as if thinking to a random word generator in your brain.

"~gubernatorial~" you say simply before cowaring behind flailing arms when laura prepares to stab you in the face, only fake you out. her breaths are deeper, more steady as if she's trying to calm herself.

"you know what? you're a fucking joke... no wonder the avengers didn't take you, or the x-men or fuckin anyone. i mean you are a ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. i have never met a sadder, more attention-starved, jabbering, little prick in my entire life. and that says a lot 'cause i've been alive for over two hundred fucking years." the volume in her voice begins to rise with each word, striking your emotions further and further as you sit there speechless, yet her anger keeps rising. "and i'll tell ya- that villain chick was right about one thing: you will NEVER save the world. you couldn't even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper! and motherfucker i wish i could say you'd die alone, but it's one of GOD'S best jokes that you can't die! except that's all on all of US!"

she hits nerve after nerve. the pain in your chest hurts too fucking bad. you are not only speechless, you never want to speak again. you have millions of words to say yet none at all.

how fucking dare she bring up vanessa like that? who does laura think she is? no fucking hero, that's for goddamn sure.

"you got nothing to say, mouth?" she asks, almost out of breath from yelling accusations.

all you can manage to say is one sentence. and she doesn’t even fucking deserve the warning too. "i'm gonna fight you now."

wolverine only snorts, a pitiful laugh towards your remark. "oh, are you?"

you take note how a quick punch to her nose shuts her right up, and watch in satisfaction how blood trickles out her nostril down to her upper lip. your small victory is cut short by her fist colliding to the same spot on your own nose. she pushes you to the window and grabs the back of your mask, then slams your face down onto the center head unit multiple times. different radio stations flick back and forth as you make contact with the buttons and nozzles, eventually landing on a song from the original 'grease' soundtrack.

♡ last gore x nsfw warning !! :3 ♡

you lift your hand to grab one of your swords but another punch to the cheek causes your vision to cloud. by the time you come to your senses, laura has buckled your seatbelt and is digging her left claw into your stomach, twisting her hand slowly.

“not talkin’ now, are ya?” she growls before withdrawing her claws and moving to stab you again. pulling the lever on the side of your car seat, you fall backwards to quickly dodge her blow. you kick your foot against her shoulder to keep her back, and then tightly wrap your legs around her head. another three blades enter your side in a sudden motion, causing you to release your chokehold.

“agh! you dirty bitch!” you shout before kicking her out the front windshield of the honda. you laugh and point as she rolls and tumbles through the leaves and dirt. as soon as she gets up, you unsheathe your swords while she sprints back to you. she’s a fucking animal—ramming herself into the front of the car, causing the airbag to go off on your stomach and send you flying back into the reclined seat.

laura jumps through the broken windshield and lands claws first on top of your already bloodied body. slash after slash, you both further each others’ injuries until you flip laura over and pin her down to the seat. there is surprise in her eyes with a hint of something else that you can’t quite pinpoint. trying to catch your breath, she only looks up at you with a ratted smile, as if amused to see you attempting to kill her. blood stains her face and fanged teeth, and her short hair is tangled and damp with sweat. fuck—it’s a sight. with your elbow against her chest, you’re still close enough to smell her alcohol-tainted breath.

“need a mint, you preening slut?” you ask before you are flying through the sunroof of the honda and falling to the ground outside the car. after kicking yourself up, your little wolvie gestures for you to come back with a simple hand wave behind the window. who are you to keep her waiting? throwing the swords over your shoulders, you take out your baby knives before running back to the car and jumping through the window.

broken glass and blood is everywhere, but neither of you care. you’re both having too much fun trying to murder the other as you take turns regenerating. it’s a pointless waste of time and energy. a total meaningless circle of fighting and healing.

you pin laura through the broken windshield and onto the front hood of the car, stabbing her shoulder and arms repeatedly with a knife. the sleeves of her suit eventually fall apart, fabric scattering and leaving her muscular arms to your gaze. so clearly you’re distracted. she grabs your wrist behind her and heaves your arm over her head to hold you in her place for a moment to catch her breath.

she then drags you by the belt from across the car and holds you down with her body in the back seat. her claws sink through the red fabric and into your sides. again. and again. the repetitive motions of the sharp metal soon causes a big tear in the fabric of your suit, exposing the skin under your breast. it seems as if neither of you notice at first, continuously fighting until another stretch from her pinning your arms above your head causes a terrible ripping sound. you both stop and look down, unsure on who has the decency to yield the fight first.

wolverine pauses for a moment, hovering over your bare tit before suddenly attacking your nipple with her mouth. there is nothing gentle about it, and you can’t tell if her actions are still a way of fighting with the harsh ways her sharp teeth nip and bite.

you lay there for a moment in shock, chest heaving up and down in short spurts as you try to breathe. your hands drop the knives to the car floor behind you, yet your wrists are still trapped in the wolverine’s grip. before you can think to stop it, a breathy whimper escapes your lips. the sound pricks laura to come to her senses and looks up at you with a flushed expression.

fucking hell. if you weren’t okay with what’s happening, you would’ve said something by now. even laura knows that—considering how fucking chatty you are.

“were ya hungry, peanut? needed a mid-fight snack?” you tease, tilting your head with a raised brow.

“i didn’t say i was finished.” she smirks before lowering her head to your chest again. her tongue circles and flicks at your nipple, treating it oh so lovingly before biting and pulling at it so fucking roughly. you chew on your bottom lip to muffle your own moans—all because you’re too stubborn to let her know how fucking good it feels.

she’s holding herself back, yet you kick her chest and propel her weight backwards onto the head unit, while the momentum pushes you the opposite direction into the third row of seats. as she falls, the grease song playing from the radio is muted, leaving you two to a short-lived silence.

"i was wrong—the honda odyssey fucks hard,” you say, rolling your head back and cracking your neck in the process. looking back to laura, you usher her to you with a teasing two-finger motion. “too bad you don't, needle dick.”

“oh, we’re just getting started, bub,” she replies, eyeing your manspread position before lunging to you again.

calling her an animal is to say the fucking least. but you’re no better. she rips and tears your suit, not giving a single fuck in the world that you may need to keep it in tact for later in the plot line. she pulls the tough fabric apart, exposing your tits to her lingering eyes. it’s like a switch is flipped. all of a sudden she can’t get enough, wanting- needing to see more of you. for a moment, you just let her. your belt is removed followed by your pants all while you just lay back and watch her do the work. soon you’re only in your black underwear, smirking under your red and black mask at how fucking needy she looks. her callused hands grip your waist, easily pulling you up to her as her mouth finds your other nipple.

“you’re not you when your hungry. and clearly, you always seem incredibly hungry, wolvie.”

“shuh du phvck uh.” is what you make of her boob-drunk gibberish and assume she’s simply cussing you out.

“huh? couldn’t quite catch that. y’ know you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full-”

a large, gloved hand muffles your masked mouth before her lips release your tit with a pop.

“off,” she says. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and she must be able to tell by your silence, causing her to elaborate quickly while her free hand lingers on the black lace of your underwear. “i don’t want a damn word out of your filthy mouth until you’ve taken these off. if you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna have to let me.”

fucking hell. panties are soaking wet right now.

you slowly nod your head in her restrictive grip, and lift your hips to remove the damp fabric from your body. damp from blood or sweat or something else… who fucking knows and who fucking cares. you toss them to the side and immediately pull laura closer to you. her harsh kisses mark your neck and collarbone before she wets her middle finger with her tongue and starts to rub quick circles on your clit. you almost push her away, her starting speed too overstimulating at first, but you soon get used to it, bucking your hips in a physical ask to move faster.

“keep still, sweetheart. that’s it,” fuck even her praise is still low and demanding somehow. you wrap your hands around her hairy forearm, hissing curses as you feel yourself grow closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck- you know, i bet you’re a pretty good dj in some other univers- oh my god!” your silly quip is cut short by her pushing one finger into you. then another. and before you know it, you’re a blubbering mess as you soak her hand as well as the car seat beneath you. her mouth is against your masked ear, shushing your witticism. white rings of cum coat up to her knuckles while her thumb resumes a quick pace on your clit.

banter is over as quiet whimpers replace your usual chatterbox routine. her large fingers feel so much better than your own, and then that’s where she leaves you—fingers curling inside your cunt causing your brain to see stars. your orgasm hits you hard, but not as hard as she does—a rough slap to your face intensifies every sensation, leaving you pained like putty in her grasp as you come down from your high. “don’t got much to say now, huh?”

your eyes focus on her hair and how it twirls up on both sides—the classic hairstyle for any and all wolverine’s across the multiverse. “why do~you style~your hair like that?” your voice slurs with dizzy haze, and laura only looks down at your drunken state quizzically. “were ya going f’ wolf? ‘cause it makes ya look more like a cat. like my little meow meow~”

a growl creeps from the back of her throat before three claws find a home—digging into the flesh on your shoulder.

“shit! you angry ‘bout it, mama?” you ask teasingly before watching her slowly remove her belt. “no- not the belt! i won’t be a naughty girl, i swear!”

“don’t be dramatic,” she scoffs as she tosses the belt aside and straddles you again.

“that’s kinda my job. hashtag drama queen. hashtag full-time. ‘round the clock. just like how your full time job is hiding a fully comic accurate superhero suit under your clothes for when its use comes once every twenty fucking years.”

that switched something in her. she yanks your mask off your head and glares down into your eyes. then a smirk sneaks its way onto her lips. fuck. what does she know that you don’t?

“you think this suit is the only thing i keep under my clothes?” your jaw tenses when laura unzips her pants and allows her strap to spring out to your view. it has to be at least eight to nine inches, the color matches her skin tone and the base of it connects to the black harness buckled around her boxers.

“marvel jesus h. christ! where did you even get that thing? the prop table from the set of alien?!"

you half-expect an answer, but she only lifts your mask and forces a mouthful of the red fabric down your throat, leaving your fear-factored size question hanging in the air. “there… silence is nice. isn’t it?” you’ve lost your voice, but you don’t protest. your frustrated whimpers are muffled and shaky breaths escape through your nose as laura traces her dick up and down your wetted lips. “just relax, beautiful,” she whispers as she slips the tip into you. the tone of her voice is teasing, clearly loving how much power she so easily has over you. pushing in deeper, her pace stays agonizingly slow, as if she’s having to think about controlling every thrust. your eyes follow the grinding movements of her hips and your legs instinctively wrap around her waist. as laura starts to speed up, your backside rubs against the car seat. trying to find a sense of stability, your hands scatter up the butch’s clothed torso and eventually grip her broad shoulders. you can’t help but buck your hips again, no longer ashamed of how fucking needy you look doing so. one of her hands claw at the shoulder of the seat behind you while the other has a strong hold on your hip, guiding your body with hers. guiding soon turns to holding and holding soon turns to pinning. not only is she now chasing her high, but she will do whatever she needs to get to it.

“agh~ fuck. is this what you wanted? to be wrapped around me like this? you’re so pathetic, it’s adorable.”

when all you can do is moan in reply, laura knows she’s fucked you stupid, but still long ways away from being done with you. she suddenly stops altogether and pulls out of you, chuckling quietly when you groan due to your pleasure being delayed. she turns you over and props you up on your knees, then holds you down by the back of the neck with one hand and finds a firm grip on your ass with the other. her relentless thrusts continue, causing a repetitive sound of her hips slamming into the backs of your thighs. every time she pulls back, you follow her dick—leaning to her to chase that friction.

she hits nerve after nerve. the pain hurts too fucking good. your words are still muffled against your ladypool mask, the fabric now damp with saliva and drool. maybe tears as well.

“speak up, princess. ‘s hard to hear you,” laura instructs as she removes the piece from your mouth.

“i… i’m… gonna-” you start before trailing off, finding it hard to focus on words as laura speeds up her pace.

“what, pretty thing? y’ gonna cum?”

“tha-that’s what she said!” of course. of-fucking-course those are the words you can get to leave your stuttering mouth.

“god—do you ever shut the fuck up?” laura groans before tossing your mask to the side and holding your hips steady. when she notices your silence, she leans forward, a hand massaging your tit and her teeth taking a harsh bite at your earlobe. “or maybe you just need to be fucked speechless, don’t you?”

yes. a million times yes.

quiet whimpers leave your lips, the smell of cigars and alcohol mixed with the stench of blood and sex is almost overwhelming. laura slows her pace again, taking her sweet time watching, playing, torturing you for pleasure. that sadistic fuck.

“i do love these cute little noises you’re making, yeh? tell me how good it feels. i know it feels good but i wanna hear you say it—come on. spit it out,” she says into your ear. her lips have gone dry from breathing heavily and sweat trickles down her forehead and nose. the torn fabric of her yellow and navy blue suit rug-burns against your skin from all the excessive movement, but you don’t care. laura pulls your arms behind your back before yanking a seat belt out of its buckles to wrap tightly around your wrists. the rough material hurts, but it’s a good-hurt. when you only let out a porn-styled moan (half-exaggerating to poke fun at her), the wolverine behind you reaches under your neck and grabs your jaw. “you’ not gonna use that mouth?”

“fuck- okay! yes, it feels good. you feel so fucking good. just- please, let me- let me cum!”

and your begs get so easily rewarded. laura must have a soft spot for you because her thrusts speed up again, and this time hit hard with no intention of stopping.

what has little wolvie turned you into, hm? you, ladypool, a beggar? breaking out of character many would argue, but maybe that’s her goal: finding what breaks you.

“not yet. shit- wait ‘til i say.”

the hilt of her strap hits her clit just right as she continues to drive herself into your pretty cunt. as minutes pass and breaths quicken, her metal claws unsheathe and dig themselves into the seat beneath you two. she’s close.

with clamped hands still tied behind your back, you sense that knot in your stomach growing. guttural sounds from the back of the throat slip from laura’s lips, filling your ears as she hits your g-spot again and again, pushing you so quickly towards your release for the second time.

“right there! plea- please, please! i’m… gonna-”

“go on, sweetheart. fucking cum~”

at her words, her command—you feel yourself tighten around her. and your moans must’ve been what did it for her because immediately after—husky groans are heard from behind your bare, trembling body. the heavy weight of a wolverine falls against you, breathing hard onto your skin as her sweat-coated face buries itself into the nape of your neck. a trail of little bite marks, enhanced by her small fangs, are left scattered across your shoulders and upper back.

her middle finger finds your clit again to draw little circles, bringing out pitiful whimpers and post-sex muscle spasms from your worn out body.

“ca- canada…”

your contorted face and senselessness brings her to hum—which is her version of a laugh in this dizzy state. she broke you. and it didn’t take very much, did it?

she turns your chin to look up at her, her face reflecting that drunken haze with the ghost of a smile across her lips. her focus falls to your parted mouth for a moment before finally connecting her lips with yours. the kiss is softer than you expect, as if her hunger’s satisfied, yet the warm taste of cigars and alcohol linger.

“y’ did good, sweetheart.”

just good? must she always be so condescending?

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[moeitsu]

Since it's pride month I wanna talk about something I've noticed in the Red Dead Redemption fandom:

The Bisexual erasure of Sadie Adler and Arthur Morgan.

I apologize if this comes across as harsh, but it's something that's been on my mind since I started interacting w/ this media. And as a bisexual, I wanted to discuss it further.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with shipping these characters with the same sex. Personally, I am a Charthur shipper till the day I die. I don't ship Sadie with anyone but her husband, but I still enjoy seeing the fanart and headcanons of the women she's shipped with.

That being said, these characters are not lesbian or gay. That's literally a fact, and if you think otherwise it is bisexual erasure.

Let's start with Sadie Adler. Her entire character arc is getting revenge on the O'Driscolls for killing her husband. Whom she mourns for years, and talks about frequently with Arthur/other camp members. Now, if you want to ship her w/ Abigail or Molly or whomever, go for it!! But she has loved and still loves her husband. She is not a lesbian, and she didn't just magically turn into a lesbian after Jake's death. If she had any love interests other than Jake, this would make her bisexual. (even Sapphic is still a more appropriate term than lesbian)

The same goes for women in real life who have dated men first, then dated a woman. Just because their current partner is the same sex doesn't mean we can assume they are suddenly lesbian. Calling characters lesbians even if they have been in a relationship with men before is bisexual erasure.

This same concept is applied to Arthur Morgan. He had previous relationships with women. (one of whom he still has strong feelings for) and he is attracted to women. We see this with his greeting dialogue and when he compliments people. I believe Arthur's character is more likely to be bisexual than Sadie's, given his interactions w/ some of the men in the game. But that doesn't erase the fact that he's still attracted to the opposite sex. Arthur is not a gay man. Disregarding his past relationships w/ women is a form of bisexual erasure.

There is a huge double standard here because if these character's were actually lesbian/gay and the fandom decided to ship them with people of the opposite sex (i.e headcanon they are bi), there would be a major discourse.

Whenever bisexual women and men are presented in the media I always notice a few things:

Bi women are "secretly straight"

Bi women "don't know their lesbian yet"

Bi men are "secretly gay"

As well as this funny little graphic below ↓

Like I said before, I am bisexual. And if I'm being honest this years pride month has been exhausting and mildly infuriating with how the community seems to disregard bisexuals in a hetero relationship.

I stopped talking about my bisexuality with people because once they know I have been in a committed relationship with a man for seven years, I am suddenly excluded from the conversation.

I've had ex-friends tell me that I only identify as bisexual to "fit in" with the queer community. I've had people in college assume I was lesbian bc of the way I dressed, and then try to tell me that I must be secretly lesbian when I tell them I'm Bi. (Ppl also assumed I was non-binary bc of the way I presented but that's another story)

This stuff doesn't just happen to fictional characters, it happens to real people every single day. I'm honestly tired of ppl saying "well my headcanon doesn't hurt anybody, they're not real." Yes it does!! You are supporting Bi erasure!!

That's all I'm gonna say on this topic for now. I'd love to leave it open for discussion, but please be nice. This isn't a call-out or me trying to antagonize the queer rdr community. I just wanted to get it off my mind.

[our-lesboy-experience]

hiii!!! so uh, this is sorta about 'contradicting' (?) identities in general, but i only recently found out about, like, lesboys and gaygirls and all of that, but what is it exactly? like how does it work? or is that weird to ask? i'm trying figuring myself out but a lot of stuff i've seen doesn't exactly... explain it (or explain it well), and while i guess i do get why, it's just kinda hard to understand it myself for my own identity

also, probably a question you get a lot in a hating way, but isn't the definition of lesbian nonman loving nonman? so then how does lesboy work? like is it for people with more complicated gender identites, like fluctuating genders and bigender? just genuinly confused, my apologies...

sorry for not getting to this sooner- been busier lately and didn't have the time to collect everything I needed to respond!

About what it exactly means to be a lesboy or a gaygirl ('turigirl' is the more common term, 'turi' meaning turian, another word for gay attraction to men. so I'll be referring to it as that from now on), there isn't exactly....one right way to call yourself such. it really depends on the person, but I can give you a basic definition and a list of common reasons someone may call themselves such

im gonna put a read more because this ended up being super long so sorry

lesboy is a term for any lesbian who may have a connection to manhood and/or masculinity. turigirl is just the opposite of that, a gay person (mlm/nblm) who may have a connection to womanhood and/or femininity. common reasons I've seen are:

being multigender or genderfluid

being cusper/in between trans and cis gnc (in between trans man and cis gnc woman, in between trans woman and cis gnc man)

being a system who uses lesboy/turigirl as a collective identity or when identities blur together

a person who uses man/boy or woman/girl as a means of masculine or feminine gender expression but not actually identifying as such

being a trans man/ftm or a trans woman/mtf who still identifies as lesbian or gay for personal reasons

those are far from all the reasons, everyone has their own unique experiences, but the gist is these people may have some sort of connection to manhood/womanhood while still having a queer attraction. personally, I'm multigender, genderfluid, and transmasc. lesboy I find is a nice label to express being both my bigender self and being a lesbian, as it forces people to acknowledge both without separating the two. it's cute and makes me feel validated!

as for "nonman attracted to nonmen" definition of lesbian......it has its issues. it's received criticism all around from all sorts of lesbians in the community. this definition is very new - it emerged only in the recent years, and someone on twitter had date searched it and found it didn't even really exist before 2019. and having that as the one and only official definition that every lesbian has to abide by, when lesbian is a centuries old word with so much history behind it, is a bit ignorant. people who are multiple genders or ftm or bi being lesbian is not even remotely new, going back decades upon decades, and it never stopped existing too. It's a bit weird to have a whole new definition that doesn't include all sorts of lesbians that have been here for so long and just tell them they're not welcomed anymore, right?

that's not even close to the only issue there is with it. it's been disliked for centering lack of attraction to men, or defining lesbian in relation to men, rather than who we're actually attracted to. putting nonbinary people in a new binary of either being "men or nonmen," which not all feel comfortable putting themselves into. especially when considering a definition of gay being "nonwomen attracted to nonwomen," man-woman bigender people are simultaneously excluded from being both lesbian or gay. It inherently overlaps with mspec identity ("attraction to nonmen, which is more than one gender" and "any orientation that involves attraction to more than one gender" kinda obviously overlap), despite people insisting that a lesbian can never be mspec. people have found multiple loopholes in it, (which I can elaborate on if someone wants me to, for the sake of trying to make this as short as possible), and lastly, and term "nonman" (and nonwoman) were found to have existed before to describe the degendering of black people in society. this isn't the only source I've seen for this, but sadly I can't exactly find it (or find it without going back to that hellsite called twitter and I'm not doing that to myself)

oh and as the link points out, defining lesbian by these words also ends up excluding a lot of two-spirit people from ever identifying as lesbian, myself included. which is also really racist. I don't know how you're gonna end up excluding a whole cultural gender that's common for indigenous americans to describe themselves with and try to prove it somehow isn't racist, to be honest

and lastly, some surveys/polls have shown that the definition isn't the most widely accepted by lesbians as people make it out to be. there's this simple poll that someone posted asking how lesbians felt about the definition that received 1,529 responses, and 61.1% of voters said they disliked it. comments gave lots of reasons I've stated already. there was another survey put out that received 211 responses that for any lesbian who had a genderqueer or unique relationship with gender, and one of the questions asking opinions on the "nonmen loving nonmen" as a definition. the average among the group was slightly negative (average 2.838), and reported that the group who tended to feel the most positively about it didn't consider themselves to be trans, with the other positive leaning group considered themselves to be somewhat cis. the group that felt the most negatively sometimes considered themselves to be trans. and of the multigender participants, the average opinion was 2.255 (more negative than the overall average). When concluding, the original poster stated, "When divided by gender, the only groups to feel positive about this definition were "not trans" and "somewhat cis" participants. Multigender participants felt especially negative about this definition"

all of this shows that this definition isn't nearly the best for everyone who considers themselves a lesbian. I know it's been a way to include nonbinary people who are lesbian in it's definition, but I think it really misunderstands why nonbinary people are included in lesbianism in the first place, and just assumes that all nonbinary people aren't men and fails to recognize that multigender/genderfluid people are nonbinary too. and it's not like lesbian has to only have on definition- it can definitely have multiple and depend on each person's experience with it. if someone personally defines them being lesbian around being a nonman attracted to nonmen, and takes pride in not being attracted to men, that's totally fine. what becomes a problem is forcing all lesbians to define themselves like this and make it the standard, or else they're "not real lesbians." it is ahistorical and ignorant to require this or else you'll strip them of their lesbian status, and is really at the end of the day, lesbophobic. especially as a requirement that primarily exists in online spaces. im sure the lesbian who is not at all connected to these circles doesn't particularly care about strict requirements or whether someone is a "nonman" or not. in conclusion, it is not the best nor most accepted definition of lesbian, and deciding which lesbians are valid or not based solely on that definition is pretty exclusionary and ends up policing a lot of lesbians, myself included

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all! I'm so sorry that this update is so long overdue. A bitch has been soooo BUSY omg these past 2 weeks have been all about homework & work plus low energy because my cycle is on now. I hope y'all will take 4 chapter updates as apology gifts. Please enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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TEN: SOMETHIN’ WICKED THIS WAY COMES.

Once in Sage County, a day’s walk away from the Devil’s Trail, you go shopping. 

“So remind me,” you say as you look through a rack of skirts in the little store. “What’s the plan again?” Gojo is happy to ​​run it by you again: “You’re an aristocratic woman here on business with her two personal escorts, so you’ll have to act like a bitch, but that won’t be too hard for you.” 

You strike him in the side twice, hard. “Ow, ow, I’m kiddin’!” he exclaims. Geto glares at you both under his hat from a rack of dresses, eyeballing two beautifully sewn pieces. “Don’t attract any unwanted attention, you two,” he criticizes. “Hmm…this isn’t quite your color. Maybe somethin’ red…” 

“And you think that this is gonna work?” you ask. “‘Cause you realize this entire plan could go to shit.” Gojo goes to take out a cigarette, only stopping when the shopowner eyeballs him. “Have some faith in us, sugar,” he scoffs at you. “You’re lookin’ at two seasoned actors here. None of our plans go to shit!” 

After running like hell away from Benji’s men who rudely ambushed you, you three finally made it to Sage County.

It is truly the crowned jewel of this Northside of the county––buildings towering over you, steam rising from chimneys connected to homes, businesses, and shops; automobiles traveling down the street so fast that you, Gojo, and Geto had to walk your horses on the sidewalk; train stations and food carts and people trying to sell you shit, not recognizing you behind your bandana and hat. But as soon as they saw the Gunslingers, they backed off. 

“We’ll have to lay low for a minute if Benji is really here,” Geto said as you walked, his hat tipped low to not give off any red flags or tips to anyone who could recognize them. “So stayin’ at a hotel for a day or two might be the move. It won’t knock us off course either.” 

You walked between the duo, pulling Reneigh along behind you. “I don’t get it,” you scoffed. “How did he even find us?” For Benji’s men to know exactly where you were is no coincidence. 

“Benji’s got his ways, little miss,” Geto says, puffing on a cigarette Gojo passes him. “He’s got people all over the place; a whole operation of members. I wouldn’t be shocked if his bandits in Bull’s Creek said somethin’ about us lookin’ for him.” Now it all makes sense! Someone snitched! 

“So now he’s tryin’ to take us out,” you sighed. “Great. Maybe they’ve got a Willow Springs in the afterlife.” Gojo’s blue eyes lock on yours, irritation swimming in them. “Don’t say that,” he said, so firmly that it shuts you up completely. “Nothin’ is gonna happen to us. We’re gonna get you to Willow Springs and bag Benji ‘cause that’s what we agreed on.” 

The blue-eyed outlaw stands with you now, pulling out a slim, violet dress decorated in beads. “Oooh, this is pretty,” he coos. “Rich-lookin’, dontcha think?” He shows Geto who taps a thoughtful finger against his chin. “It’s her color,” he says, delighted by the little article of clothing. “Now all we need is some accessories.” You snort as you watch the two grown men look for necklaces and earrings. “Y’all are enjoyin’ this more than me. 

Gojo laughs, passing you the dress with some satin shoes. “It’s always fun to play some dress-up now and again. Now put this on and show us how ya look.” He shoos you off to a try-on room while he and Geto look for accessories to hide their features. 

You try on the dress and the slippers, noticing how soft they are and how the dress hugs you tight. You feel good in it. Normal, even, like a regular woman who doesn’t bust guns and jump from county to county. You look at yourself out of your hat, boots, and bandana, feeling different, but a good different. You feel beautiful. When you walk out to show Gojo and Geto, they are busy counting their coin to pay for the items. 

“How do I look?” you softly ask, making them stop. You immediately have their attention, their eyes grazing over your body and the extra layer of skin that the dress provides. “Like you could win an award,” Gojo chuckles. You instantly feel like maybe this plan could work. 

After the boys change into their own disguises–suits and fake mustaches–, you head over to the five-star hotel you had your eyes on before and park the horses outside before heading into the clean, sophisticated-looking lobby. A man in a doorman uniform looks up from his book, immediately frowning at the sight of the Gunslingers. 

“Are you hear to purchase tickets for the opera tonight?” he asks, nervously staring up at the very tall, very muscular men holding your bags behind you. You shake your head, though it does explain why so many rich-looking folks are here. “Can I help you then?” 

“I hope you can,” you snootily respond, trying not to laugh as you do. “I’m attending the opera tomorrow and ordered a room here beforehand, but it was taken without my knowledge! I’d like to pay for another, please.” 

The man, still nervous, nods and flips through the book where a bunch of room numbers sit. “May I have your name so I can put you on the waitlist?” he asks. 

That’s when you muster up as much of your acting skills as you can. “Waitlist?” you scoff, putting a hand to your heart. “Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” The man stays silent, so you continue. “Alana Tabuki, first of my name, owner of several acres. Now, I don’t want to believe that you’d disrespect me, sir, because you’d also be disrespecting my men.” 

You turn to the Gunslingers who still look menacing despite their disguises. You offer them your arms dripping in bangle bracelets. “They don’t take too kindly to that, do you, boys?” you titter. 

The duo takes each of your hands and begins to pepper them in kisses, starting from your knuckles to up your arm to your shoulder. Each kiss leaves a trail of fire up your skin, similar to have Gojo’s kiss made you feel. Once they get to your neck, you start to feel liquid heat pour into your stomach, especially when the two begin to softly moan in your ear. Is this still a part of the plan? 

“O-Okay, that’s enough,” you stutter, feeling hot in your dress. “We don’t want to make the poor man feel uncomfortable.” 

The desk clerk, sweating bullets and looking like he wants to die, rapidly grabs a room key from behind him and drops it into your hand. “O-oh, look at that!” he squeaks. “We have a room that just opened! Please follow our luggagemen to take your bags, ma’am!” He nods at the two luggagemen near the elevator. 

You nod your thanks and slip Geto the key. “Nicely done,” he whispers, pocketing the key before walking off with Gojo who gives you a wink. You proudly smile and follow them close behind as they help the luggagemen with their bags, probably weary about giving them their shit. 

But before you can walk into the elevator, someone comes around the corner and bumps into your side, nearly knocking you down. “Oh, excuse me!” you gasp, stumbling to the left. What you really want to say is, “Hey, watch it!”, but you know that would gain too much bad attention. 

However, when you look at the stranger, all words and thoughts cease to exist. All you feel is fear and dread wrapped up in one as you stare at the man before you. Benji the Bandit is much bigger in person–about six-something feet towering over you and even bigger because of his hulking frame. You bet he’s even taller than Geto and Gojo combined. 

He is much older with long, black hair streaked in gray, a salt-and-pepper beard, an eyepatch that covers his scarred right eye, and a smile glittering in gold that sends shivers down your spine. Despite the wrinkles by his eyes, obvious aging, and the suit he wears, he still scares you like he’s the Boogeyman. 

“No,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice that sends shivers down your spine. “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m so desperate to get these opera tickets that I forgot my footing.” He laughs, the sound like a rumbling earthquake, and gives you a nod before heading off to do his business, walking with a slight gate on his long cane, his big, ringed hand tattooed with a rose on it. 

You don’t get a chance to say anything else because Gojo is pulling you inside the elevator and the doors shut, and with it, your target. 

**********

Your five-star hotel room is much better than sleeping in a tent or in the open by a fire. 

The clerk hooked you and the Gunslingers up with a hotel suite with two separate bedrooms with their own washrooms, a kitchenette with appliances for brewing tea and coffee, and a lounging space with two fluffy armchairs and a couch near a window overlooking the streets below. The floor is shag carpet, the walls are painted a buttercream yellow, and sweet-smelling, red flowers sit on the table in front of you where you sit on the couch. 

Included with the flowers are two trays of food, a bucket of ice, and a complimentary bottle of champagne that Gojo has already popped open. The trays are littered with finger foods: crackers, all kinds of cheese, fruits, meats, and mustard. Gojo sits next to you, chomping on cheese and sipping bubbly, his bare feet kicked up and having ditched his disguise for a wife beater. 

You hear the water in his and Geto’s chosen bedroom shut off and out walks Geto in a robe, his muscled calves and chest dripping in water on full display. He pulls his wet locks into a bun, looking like a wet, dark-haired Adonis. “Ah,” he sighs. “Much better, though I am jealous of the two of you for havin’ such a beautiful view durin’ your soak this mornin’.” 

He smiles at you but you can’t find it within yourself to return it. You would be indulging in the luxury of the room with them if it wasn’t for Benji the Bandit taking up your thoughts. “You should,” Gojo chuckles. “It was a very beautiful view…I mean, before we were rudely interrupted by bullets, don’t you agree, Y/N?” 

You don’t really hear him, staring blankly down at your satin slippers sitting by the door. You haven’t yet changed out of your dress, even though your bag is in your bedroom now. “Y/N?” Gojo repeats.

You turn to him, finding him and Geto staring at you. “S-Sorry,” you say, flushing with embarrassment. “I’m just a little tired is all.” 

But Gojo isn’t dumb. “Bullshit,” he scoffs. “You’ve got somethin’ on that mind of yours.” He pours you a glass of champagne and passes it to you. You barely take a sip.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, worried. “Can’t we talk about it? It’s important that you’re feelin’ as good as we do.” 

You want to tell them you saw Benji, but at the same time, you don’t want to worry them. They seem so relaxed. “How come y’all wear gloves all the time?” you randomly ask. They blink at you, confused. You nod down at Geto’s bare hands which are bigger and thicker than Gojo’s. “I noticed even when we’re not on our horses, you wear gloves. Y’all germophobes or somethin’?” 

You make the joke to avoid getting forced to cough up the truth, but you even feel weird doing that. Gojo snatches a strawberry from the tray. “Nah,” he chuckles, chewing on the fruit. “But Sugu is. I’m shocked he hasn’t wiped this place down yet.” 

His partner glares down at him. “Not yet,” he growls, snatching the champagne glass from a giggling Gojo. “The gloves are for protection. Not only to avoid leavin’ fingerprints on our targets but to also hide our tattoos.” 

He shows you his rose tattoo inked on his knuckles, the same as Gojo’s. “Benji made us get these when we started,” he explains. “He wanted us to prove our loyalty to him by gettin’ his symbol on our skin forever.” He snorts crudely at the ink, shaking his head. 

Seeing the distaste in his and Gojo’s faces at the sight of the ink on their skin, forever bonded to them whether they like it or not, you break. “I saw Benji earlier,” you finally confess.

A tense, shocked silence falls onto the room and you instantly regret saying anything. “What?” Geto asks and his tone shocks you––it’s sharp and intimidating like an angry father would use. “When?” he demands. 

You swallow hard, knowing you can’t button your lip now. “Earlier while y’all were takin’ the luggage to the elevator. He bumped me comin’ around the corner.” 

The duo continue to stare you down, making you feel uncomfortable. “Did he say anythin’ to you?” Gojo asks. You passively shrug, hugging yourself as a way t self-pacify. “Just that he was sorry and he’s goin’ to the opera tonight…which I also think we should attend.” 

The white-haired outlaw scowls at you. “And how in the fuck are we supposed to do that?” he scoffs. “We don’t even have tickets!” 

You scoff, glaring at him. “This is comin’ from the same guy who scammed a motel clerk out of some rooms,” you sharply retort, eyeing the both of them suspiciously. “What’s up with y’all anyway? All of a sudden, y’all sound like y’all don’t wanna catch this big-bodied bitch.” 

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Geto firmly protests. “We wanna catch Benji as much as you do, but this is also the same guy who tried to kill us just this mornin’. If he knows we’re here, we could be in big trouble and blow this whole operation to hell. That’s why I said we need to lay low for a bit.” 

But that isn’t good enough for you. “So we just…sit here and let him get away?”

You can’t help but be increasingly pissed at this new “plan”. You would think that the Gunslingers would be jumping at the chance to get Benji, but instead, they’re hesitant. Resistant. Not at all the Gunslingers you met and thought they were. 

“It can’t be just a coincidence that he’s here at the same time as us, Geto,” you argue. “It’s a miracle! Obviously, somethin’ in the universe is tellin’ us to get this guy and y’all are more concerned about blowin’ your cover?” 

Geto sighs, looking physically tired of your shit. “This isn’t about our cover. It’s about keepin’ us safe and alive until it’s the right time to pounce.” 

“This is the right time!” you argue, standing up from the couch. “What other time do we have to wait?” The duo just stare at you, neither one backing down from their decision. You simmer, angered at them.

“Maybe I was wrong about y’all,” you hiss. “Fine, since y’all wanna be pussies about it, then I’ll go myself.” 

You begin to stalk towards the door, but Gojo gets up and blocks you from going any further. “No, you’re not,” he sternly says. He looks strange without that usual, gigawat smile on his face. Scary, even. His blue eyes look like ice to you, making you feel like you’ve been dipped in a pool in the Arctic. 

But the stubborn, bratty bitch in you just scowls up at him. “And who the fuck is gonna stop me?” you fridigly ask. Before he can answer, you push past him and continue to walk towards the door. 

You barely make it to the knob when you suddenly feel something tighten around your midsection. You look down, finding a leather whip wrapped tight around you. “Hey, let me go!” you snap, pulling at the whip. “Dammit, Gojo, I said let me go!” 

Gojo just stands there, holding onto the whip with one hand, watching as you as struggle. “Nah, I think I’m gonna let leave ya there to think about your bratty behavior.”

He yanks on the whip, causing you to forcefully be jerked toward him. You try to dig your heels into the floor, but it’s no use. He’s just too strong. 

“Satoru,” Geto firmly says. He stands from the couch, fists clenched. “Let her go.”

Gojo scowls at him, but releases you anyway. You stagger away from him, finally feeling like you can breathe. Geto strides over to you and stands in the middle of you and Gojo, not wanting the suite to turn into a battlefield…but it already has. 

“Let’s just calm down, okay?” he suggests, collected and composed. “Y/N, I’m sorry, but this is the way it has to be for right now. We’ll find out where Benji is headed next and go from there, but for now, let’s just relax and get some rest.” 

He tries to take your hand, but you flinch away from him and storm off to your bedroom to get the rest he speaks of. But you can’t get rest, especially when night falls. You toss and turn, haunted by vengeance, leaving you hotblooded and your pistol hand itching. 

When you rise from your bed in your PJs, Geto and Gojo have already gone to bed, their door cracked and the sound of Gojo snoring heard throughout the suite.

You slip into your purple dress and heels from earlier, make your hair look presentable, and slip on your leather jacket. Once you’re dressed, you add your accessories: a gold necklace, bracelets, a knife in a garter belt strapped to your thigh, and a pistol that you slip into your purse. 

You don’t bother leaving a note. You know that the boys will know where you’ve gone. So you slip out of the suite, locking it, and down the quiet hallway to the elevators. You don’t turn back. You’re afraid that if you do, you’ll rethink this and decide to stay. So when the elevators ding, you walk in and head to the lobby. 

Once the doors open, you give the doormen a nod as you head outside in the summer night. Reneigh is waiting for you along with Geto and Gojo’s Broncos, all of them chuffling when you see you. You pet Reneigh’s nose and untie her before hiking your dress up and mounting her, feeling weird without your riding boots and pants. 

 “C’mon, girl,” you whisper before softly clucking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Reneigh takes off clicking down the path, leaving the hotel behind.

[snorkling-in-sodasea]

The Antartic Short

Yeah, the one that came out yesterday as of this time. Where I.M.P. went to the artic or whatever. It was absolutely impressive, how it was only almost four and a half minutes and that was enough time for it to have three major things that made me pause and question shit. It's been bugging me since I saw it so I just gotta put it in a post

First problem, which isn't as major as the other two as far as bugging me goes, Millie actually claims that the slaughter at the station is more brutal than fucking wrath beasts. You mean to tell me that that generic-looking aftermath of a massacre is worse than anything you can find in the fucking Wrath Ring in Hell? And yeah, I'm calling it generic because come. On! That little tease of a slaughter at the beginning of Full Moon looked worse than that and I.M.P. were the ones to cause it!

Honestly, I don't get at all that demons in Hell have standards. Hell is supposed to have the worst of what humankind have to offer and hellborn should only be slightly better than that, if they're gonna be better at all. Really, the morality standards never made sense anyway. Like how mafia in the past believe that it's being gay that will damn you to Hell and not the whole killing people shit. So why the fuck are Blitzo and Moxxie looking unnerved at Millie committing arson to the psycho penguins? Just don't care!

Second problem, the Asmodean crystal and it's majorly impractical requirement to work. Fuck seriously, Seeing Stars established that Earth is just as dangerous as Hell so I refuse to believe that the succubi, incubi, and other demons like Barbie would never be in danger if they traveled to Earth. That means there's always a chance that they could be in danger from a psycho or something and need to make a quick getaway. They won't have time to go to fucking town on their fucking crystal! Really, what if the time spent pleasing their damn crystal is the time that it takes for the danger to reach them and kill them off? So the Asmodean crystal is even worse as a way to and from the human world because at least the grimoire doesn't need the goddamn TLC to work! Really, goes to show that even when Stolas is giving a 'thoughtful' gift, he really didn't bother to put any thought to it where it really counted. What's more, Blitzo so as fuck never used that tongue shit in Apology Tour and the beginning of the short so why the hell did it turn into a problem then? I want a fucking in-universe explanation, not the meta reason Rule of Funny!

And third problem - this section being rather NSFW - what the fuck does that mean that Blitzo being a top automatically means that he's not good at oral? If anything, I would have expected a top to do oral than a bottom! What's more - again - the whole damn point of Apology Tour was to establish that Blitzo's a shitty person, he was, and that he needs and wants to change. That was the whole damn point. That means being good at bed, being a practical good at it, is the only thing that Blitzo had going for himself when it came to scoring that many exes in the damn first place! If he's a shitty person and shit in the sheets, then how the fuck did he ever get that many exes? Especially female exes. Some people believe that Blitzo is so selfish that he never wanted to go down on someone, there was even someone who said that he especially never went down on a woman before, and I'm like... am I even supposed to believe that Blitzo is even bisexual anymore, let alone pan? Blitzo was always depicted as a sex hungry deviant as long as it wasn't Stolas. Am I really supposed to believe that Blitzo never wanted to go down on people because he wanted to? He could easily not care about his partner's pleasure but wouldn't he go down on people like that because he personally wanted to? Even if that shit was supposed to be true, what about all the fucking times when Blitzo and Stolas would have sex on the full moon? Wouldn't have Stolas demanded for Blitzo to eat him out at any of those sex sessions? That Blitzo would want to be super ultra good at sex to please him enough to keep the book for another month?

Like damn, these shorts and episodes and anything of Viv's works only is enjoyable you watch each one in a vacuum. Even when a previous episode or whatever is being addressed, you still have to have a certain extent of obliviousness to what's being referenced so that you don't get taken out of the viewing experience

[kcdodger]

Just want to be real for a second.

I've been seeing a lot of stuff lately that makes me first, want to reaffirm some things. Because some of you are new here..!

First and foremost, my name is Kara. I'm 31, and I'm a gay transgender woman. I am an artist, always trying to improve, and I make no reservations about who or what I am.

So, to that end I'm an adult artist and writer. This isn't a place for minors. Sorry. So I'm just playing going to retweet stuff that turns me on. I'm gonna' upload risque shit. And I'm absolutely occasionally going to talk about how hot my wife is and how bad I want to nail her constantly.

Now. Onto something else.

World's a scary fucking place right now. I don't have to tell you why, but I will for posterity, because in a decade's time, things will not be the same. There's a genocide in Palestine that our leaders are funding. There's a war in Ukraine. Rights that the western world held over the heads of the rest twenty years ago are universally under attack by right wing capitalist fucks in the name of power and profit.

So this is where I go to help. Not just others but myself. I'm here to show off what I have to offer without apology or asterisks. Because if I don't, what else do I have? What do we have when we can't even be ourselves online?

So stop policing yourself and enjoy the life you have. Don't apologize for who you are. Fuck with people who fuck with you. Get high, get drunk, jerk off, eat that sorry burger.

Just be you. "So long as you're not hurting anyone who cares?" Is the common axiom, but nah, have you this one instead, it's better.

So long as how you live hurts evil bastards, you're living well.

So find a way to live well, you dig? That's what I'm doing.

I'm going to go to sleep.

Live well.

[yaku69]

IMAGINE: ON THE TRIP TO RUSSIA, INSTEAD OF MAXXIE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH TONY, HE ENDED UP HAVING SEX WITH ANWAR

part 1

POV: maxxie

I can’t wait for the trip to Russia, but it’s been tough listening to Anwar go on and on about how many Russian girls he’s planning to hook up with.

We just threw our bags in the rack, and now I’m gonna try to give Sid some moral support while he’s squirming from the drugs stuck up his ass. LMAO, I love these guys!

I wake up leaning against his shoulder, I apologize for that, but his hard cock can't hide it!

–It has nothing to do with you. It's the vibrations!

–Hm, yeah. (he wants to fuck me)

–Fuck off, homo.

–Are you going to be excited the entire trip? (I can ease it for you)

–Just wait until we get there. Oh man, those Russian peasant women will do anything for Levi's and a Big Mac!

–So.. happy to feel the Russian air? (I said to the brunette who is distracted.)

–... oh, sorry, I was paying attention to that security guard’s tits. (This guy is a figure.)

The idiot went through the metal detector and beeped, now he's trapped in the security room. The professor'll need more than 50 dollars (they think Anwar's illegal, how ridiculous).

We finally arrived at... the prison? What shit place is this? It stinks of rat piss in here.

–At least the mouse is Russian. (How funny, Professor)

–Separate into pairs, each pair will stay in a room... oh, man with man and woman with woman, I don't want to see problems with sex on the first day. (This teacher is a killjoy.)

–Shall we go, Maxxie? (What a stupid question, Anwar, of course I will.)

–Let's go. (I'm not rude.)

This room is as gross as Cris’s ass, but I think we’ve managed to make it work. Anwar brought this hilarious suitcase, with his clothes sorted into bags by mood, climate, and vibe.

-What the hell is that? Upset?

–What to expect from a Muslim mother. Was it you who made this drawing? How beautiful.

-Did you like it? Do you want to stay?

I want This moment of the two of us together, next to each other analyzing our drawing, is what I want until the end of this trip.

–Come on Anwar, dinner time!

–I'll be there soon. (Okay, right?)

In the middle of dinner this stupid Muslim come running to tell everyone that he saw a russian girl (we are in Russia). We run to try to get there in time to see this real Russian girl, but apparently it's Anwar's delirium (he's still recovering from the hours on the plane).

-What you are doing? (I can't even look at your suitcase anymore?)

–Looking for your "Sex Saturday Night Thong", we're going out on the pull.

–just don't bring anyone back.

–Huh?

–Well, we're sharing a room, Max. I don't wanna have to pretend to be asleep while you do whatever you do with some big Cossack guy (he's so jealous)

–Maybe you can tempt your big-boobed peasant girl, have a bit of party, you know?

–Seriously, I don't wanna have to be stuck around watching you do a guy. (just close your eyes?)

–Can I bring a girl back? (This Muslim is starting to say some shit). I could, clouldn't I? You're shit, Anwar!

–Have you ever tried being with a girl? (What?)

–What the fuck is wrong with you? Have you tried being with a man?

–No! Don't be sick. (excuse me? What a fuck?)

–You calling me sick?

–No! I don't know what I think, yeah. I'm just a muslim. Gay's... just wrong. (no way...)

–Then you don't want anything to do with me?

After this, I'm going to change rooms with Sid, this shitty Muslim deserves to go to fucking hell!

Tony is acting strange towards me, touching me in a sexual way. He steals a kiss from me, I'm so surprised that I push him away. The idiot thinks I'm a passerby, I'm fucked up in this damn country!

First morning in Russia, cold and freezing, the woman calls us to take a shower. The girls went first, I decided to go along so I wouldn't have to face a bunch of limp dicks. After my shower, I bump into Anwar on the stairs, who tries to pretend as if nothing had happened.

–Alright, Max? Man, Sid's farting last night was rough. (he doesn't touch himself)

–Just take it back. (It's hard to talk to him with just a towel tied around his waist). Take back what you said. (he had the courage not to respond at all). See ya.

Now we're going to a glue factory (I think) and we're going to learn how to make Russian glue. What a horrible thing! The poor horse is its own glue! I don't recommend anyone watching this scene!

I think I would have preferred to have stayed in the room with Anwar, Tony keeps insisting on sucking me! It's better I talk with Anwar, oh shit!

–The packet says these tablets will totally fush you out within 24 hours. Believe me, Sid, we need those drugs. (he thinks it's Sid)

–Look! There's no drugs, Muslim boy!

–Cheers, Max.

–You fucking prick! I can't believe you are putting Muslim bullshit on me!

–What? (he pretends to be a fool)

–What I do is against God? You're the fucking worst Muslim!

–I pray five times a day. (hypocritical)

–For what? Pork chops? Oh fuck let's get a drink. Allah wants you doing Class As from Sid's arse!

–Just shut up, yeah? You're talking about my religion!

–How come I was ever friends with such a fucking hypocrite? Happy fucking Ramadan.

–It's not Ramadan! (I don't give a fuck)

Does this asshole not realize that I love him? How can he be so stupid? I talked to the crazy old woman about Neil Diamond, she showed me that I should forgive him.

What is that noise? Dear God, who is this woman? Who is this old pervert? Pointing the gun at Anwar, I will intervene with my gay techniques. I almost die, how did he have another gun in his pants?

–Hey. You okay?

–Man... you tried to save me. (I do all for love)

–Yeah. Well, I am fucking drunk.

–You were right, Max. I am a hypocrite. (That dog face asking for food drives me crazy!)

–Go on.

–No. I can't. It's not right.

–It's religion, anwar. It's just stuff. You don't have to believe in it.

–Then where does that leave me, Max? I'm a Muslim boy, I don't get to choose.

–But where does that leave us? fucking hell.

–I lost my virginity tonight. (should be with me)

–Yeah? I sketched an old fat lady. (this bottle in my hand isn't giving me much credibility). Last drop? Okay. I'll see you, mate..

–Wait! I want to ask you something.

–just.. say.

–Today was my first day with a girl, I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, so... could you be my first boy? just to test, taking everything in stride. (oh my lord)

–Yeah, of corse. Do you have any spare condoms?

–many, and I'm not afraid to clear them (come on, eat me, now!)

We fucked all night, I think I could hear it from the two neighboring rooms. This Muslim boy's dick is so juicy that I let him cum inside. he says I'm better than any girl, even Russian peasant girls. Should I believe it?

part 2:

[aeraspais]

So first to all I'm really sorry about my grammar which is definitely not the best but I just wanted to say I'm really interested about reading all your previous post where you talk about Eddie's sexuality, if you decide to share it under a special tag it will be really appreciate it by a lot of f us, if you have the time if course.

Can I also point out that the reclutance of this fandom to see Shanon as any other than a plot device is the root of the poorly understanding of Eddie's sexuality. You cannot say a bad thing about Shanon in this fandom or you'll get shunned. That's why a lot of the fans of 911 refuse to see Eddie as gay, he can be any other flavor of queer but definitely not gay because what about Shanon? We should think about Shanon first in regards of Eddie's storyline.

At first I wondered if the big portion of the fandom that swear Tim Minear and the writers will leave Eddie's sexuality unaddressed or unlabeled were just afraid of expecting to much from the show as in "I don't think the show will do a good job at giving us gay Eddie and they are gonna fumble his storyline so unlabeled queer Eddie is as good as it's gonna get so we must accept it" (because I have seen this rethoric spreading lately) but honestly I just think that the denial of gay Eddie is plain homophobia. It's like some people have not been watching the same show as us.

I'm being naive in being so sure the show will give us gay Eddie? Maybe but until now the show hasn't discouraged me from thinking this way because they have show us from the very beginning this is the intented path for Eddie, the signals/clues? are there and the show has been very clear about it.

Sorry for the long rambling, it's always a pleasure read your analysis.

I’m the last person you must apologize for bad grammar. You should see my unrevised fic drafts! I will start the tagging project this weekend. Normally this would be something I’d complete during my actual work hours but I’m covering some very time sensitive tasks for my colleague during their vacation. So, the weekend it is!

You are quite correct about the Shannon piece being what ties all these inaccurate meta analyses. I have written a concerning amount of posts through the past year about how this intense focus on Shannon has came at Eddie’s detriment because they intentionally elevated her above the character she’s meant to help characterize. I believe part of it is fueled by racial anxiety, that there’s a subconscious need to “flip the switch” because they’re uncomfortable that this white anglo woman solely exists for the benefit of Eddie’s, a Latin man of color, development. Now Eddie exists in their minds as commentary for Shannon’s failures, not his like the narrative has always pushed. 

But Eddie isn’t about Shannon. She’s about him, and his fears and anxieties first around family, second about his personhood and sexuality. I wholly believe that Tim Minear always held intentions of writing Eddie as gay since so much of the character’s season two struggles (and even later as depicted with Ana and of course Marisol) mirrors Michael and Athena’s season one arc but from the gay man’s perspective. So I don’t think you’re naive or overly confident because this is exactly what the narrative is selling, but this fandom is too blinded too many competing factors. This character is gay.

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s2e4

i would apologize for being this late on this but one this is for funsies and two i was just in hell (two weeks of law school finals) so i'm catching up

close up on q's nasty fucking wound to start things is like... it's such a choice

i know we're being serious right now but that surgeon has the biggest dick.

ah it's so nice to see the start of responsible monarchs el and margo

ABIGAIL APPEARANCE !!!!!!

"blow all our cash on sappy nonsense" and "since when are you fillory quentin? SINCE I'M ME" are both really gonna get me. margo is so interesting AS ALWAYS but also you ever think about how we don't really delve into her backstory that much? she is pure characterization it's so fucking good. not that i don't want to know more about her backstory because dude i really fucking do but i find it impressive what they can do for her even without it.

aw "i don't belong here" el is so soon going to be "fillory is my home" el

the best bitches era begins

i love how much of this show, The Magicians, is about how hard it is for them to get and use magic

reallllllly good look on margo here in the classroom

i think it's interesting that they characterize niffining out as dying. this world would have a field day with vampires. wait are there vampires in this show? am i forgetting?

what the fuck is el wearing in bed

oh fen i'm sorry your husband is hung but also gay

YOU FREEZE-DRIED HER CORPSE?

i love q's wooden shoulder i wish we talked about it more

frankly i am extremely intrigued by the nurse who was so grateful for the centaurs' help that she swore fealty to them and their healing project. and kind of q should have done that. like immediately after waking up.

your benevolent overlord high king eliot

q is so defensive and territorial he's such a little terrier

sawbones ?????

"doing your clone is more like ap-level masturbation" fascinating take from eliot and that is exactly what i would have expected from him

BEST BITCHES !!!!!!! absolutely my favorite little piece of magic in this show for functionality and for darling sentimentality

party king todd it's what you deserve

your actual kingdom is actually at stake!

i guess idk how niffins work because why did they bury alice

i'm sorry... white lady?

not to be surprised every time this show is great with characterization but penny calling them bronies... yeah

who loves blood? woman standing emoji

q chopping penny's hands off is such a funny scene this show man

javier you little minx

god the el/javier el/fen scene is so good. also i want to know how el does his eye makeup because it's so sexy.

i have to say q and penny's relationship is one of the most intriguing in this show i wish they'd had more time

plover was constantly naming fillory things different things like a settler on native lands this dude SUX

q and penny going on a quest in their little footy pajamas

WHERE ARE MY STUFF TOUCHERS !!!!!!

just to circle back it's insane that julia is just hiding out in brakebills copying an entire fucking book

not enough said about the tragedy of el being tethered to fillory... having nothing left on earth but never getting the chance to resolve what hurt him there, a man whose greatest fear is that he's unapproachable and unlovable and he has to perform to get people to stay and now he has to pray that people come to him. you know. like. ahhhhhhhhh.

"they more, like, gave it to us" common colonizer sentiment sorry el i love you BUT

you have no one and you deserve no one is so raw. i love julia and i love margo and i hate when they fight because they should be kissing but frankly? margo is right on this. NOT on her having no one just on the julia why did you do all that.

god i love the fucking books.

ooh. it's a girl's.

you know this show is good because everybody wants everybody. or at least you can imagine they do. yes penny just told q he needs him.

margo leaving her conversation with julia to develop the position of "we owe it to her because we weren't her friends"

god this is so dumb but using the book as an ingredient in spellwork is so fun what a fun little thought

MARINA I'M SO SORRY WAAAHHHHHHH I'M SO SORRY MARINA

also really good piece of acting from kacey rohl talk about having a whole character inside you like whew

yeah calling it "rebuilding" q is a fascinating through-line that gets dropped

god these people and wanting to bring people back to life. the magicians never ever lets things go. it's soooooooo. there are walls that technology and talent and ability will always butt up against and they aren't surmountable and you just have to accept it. but you can't. because what's the point of those things if they can't do that.

i'd like to be happy can you do that :-(

jason ralph's read of "well that's comforting" is gonna get to me

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

I think Bojack developed feelings for Diane due to seeing this woman he put on a better than me pedestal come from a horrible family life much like himself/ proceed to lose it / and realzie she's broken too but still is better than me.. cause everyone is better than me.. I'm terrible. bojack could see himself in diane ..in a way he sorta falls for himself.. he even says in s5 how he thinks him/diane are the same. and also in s3..

I also go /back and forth between is he bisexual or a repressed gay man.. when he has a date with PC he gets a phone call from Herb and tells the women he dated on/off for 20 years that he doesn't love her.. and the moment Herb rejects his shitty apology/they get into a big fight is when he decides to kiss Diane .. herb sent him into a spiral I must marry Diane now or im gonna be alone for the rest of my life.. and later we see bojack alone at the planetarium with his little trophy.... where he was suppose to be high 5 herb and we all know he was thinking about him at that moment.

def a repressed queer man..

I'd die to be where you are I tried to be where you are

Every night, I dream you're still here The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear When I awake, you disappear Back to the shadows, with all I hold dear With all I hold dear

[nightcolorz]

I'm so sorry I don't mean to be rude or coming for you or anything but can I ask a question? Didn't you have a post about gender recently and you said the amc iwtv show was about gay MEN? So why are you tagging Louis art with female terms? Again, I'm so sorry, I just don't understand and I think I'm probably missing something. I'm trying to learn more about gender things but it's very confusing for me. Thank you for your time 💚

dont apologize anon ur not being rude! I'm not rlly sure how to explain this, I'm gonna try my best 😭 so sorry if this is only more confusing. At least the way I see it, AMC iwtv and the tvc books handle gender very differently. Tvc vampires r described as not rlly having genders bcus of there vampirism and lack of alignment with humanity and mortal concepts of the gender binary. The way Anne rice saw it was since their genitals no longer work they r no longer male or female and so since they r so disconnected from the societal expectations around gender along with this bcus of how gender roles r always changing and vampires r outside of time, they r essentially gender neutral. The amc show (at least of now) doesn't seem to be going this route, although it does play around with gender norms and stuff, the vampires do seem to be cis men essentially (obvs ppl can have there head cannons and my read doesn't invalidate any trans reads of AMC iwtv that exist). But since they do just have cis normative sex with each other, vampirism doesn't rlly change there sexualities or gender expression, and they do identify and present gender the way gay men would, I don't see the amc vamps as particularly gender less the way the tvc vamps r. I made a post about this B4 that summarizes my thoughts much better then this or the post ur referring to (which was kinda crap which is why I deleted it 😭).

But anyways, I call Louis she/her pronouns on art (specifically Kate @loelett art love u babe) bcus Kate and I rlly like this aspect of the books, and since we talk about the gender fluidity in tvc a lot we've started using she he and they pronouns interchangeably for the vamps (mostly Louis cus Louis is Kate's fav character so we talk about him the most lol). When I call Louis she/her pronouns or feminine terms it's not cuz I see him as a woman or perceive him as particularly feminine, it's more cuz I see him as genderless so using any pronouns for him is natural to me. I usually call Louis she her when I'm especially excited about him 😭 idk maybe bcus of the cultural association with she/her + feminity and softness/loveliness and affection (like the way u call a boat she/her y'know? Or a beloved car), or maybe bcus most of my close loved ones r women so using she her is natural when it comes to compliments and affectionate terms for me. Anyways I hope this makes sense or clears things up, tbh I am very surprised that ppl I'm not friends with even perceive my blog at all sometimes so I never considered how I may have been confusing ppl 😭

[aspiringcockslave]

My Kinks

Hello, welcome to my blog. This is probably gonna be super inactive, and I'd rather stay anonymous. I am a switch and moreparts dom in my general life, so I made this blog as a different place to put my submissive thoughts. Apologies if this is rambly, I am very verbose.

I am a virgin trans man interested in someday (hopefully sooner than later) serving (male) cock. I am not into femdom and I'm not into submitting to pussy, so no t4t, sorry. I don't send nudes (yet, but I would like to become comfortable with that eventually). I am 6 years on T and post-op.

I love being obedient and having no control. I can find noncon hot (in fantasy form) but it isn't my preferred form. I love being a mindless slave. I do have a few fantasies of being slowly turned into a mindless slave when once a reluctant fwb, so the two can merge.

The primary focus of my fantasy is how I service others rather than what is done to me (tho there are definitely many things I would LOVE to experience). I love muscular men and I love them reminding me how they are superior to me, and selling it as objective fact. I love worshipping muscular men. That cunts exist to serve cocks. I have some soft limits but my goal is to eventually be willing to do everything outside of my hard limits, thus the name "aspiring cock slave". My submissive dream is to someday be a complete and total slut. Anytime a man asks for sex I say yes. Anytime a man asks me to do anything at all I obey. Eventually, anytime a man wants to do anything to my body he doesn't have to ask, and I will comply and not resist. Even help. Of course, this is a process of slowly leaving my comfort zone.

That being said I do also like the idea of people that know me knowing they can use me this way and keeping me in their home as a slave for a week or two. Having me deep clean their home, having me cook their food, having me keep their cock in my mouth while they work. So, a master/slave dynamic is hot to me as well as the public use.

I mostly fantasize about this in a genderless way, of being treated as a subhuman object that gender doesn't apply, so that's compatible both in a gay ftm way and also in a transphobic "straight" way. I love being degraded so I get definitely be into transphobia, but moreso in an insulting way than a misgendering way, but that can be made hot too. While femininity doesn't turn me on in and of itself, I do like the idea of not having any control, and thus, it not being up to me what gender I present. I will say I kinda hate women's fashion from just an opinion basis so I have never found the idea of dressing like a woman particularly hot, even in a kinky forceful way. But, I try to keep my hard limits list short so it theoretically isn't up to me anyway. Also pregnancy does NOT turn me on. It grosses me out in general (i know i know, the miracle of life its beautiful, but it just weirds me out that someone's body is housing a child), so yeah. Besides, its hotter to me to be public use than domesticity.

HARD LIMITS:

No interest in actually medically detransitioning, no thank you, but if you want to misgender me feel free. I'd find it hotter if you're creative about it tho. I do have fantasies of being forced to detransition or being corrupted into it, but no fantasies i have an interest in experiencing.

Nothing involving people who didn't consent prior (thus nothing "risky" in public, outdoors is fine, but only with no risk of getting caught)

Nothing with feces. I want to eat ass someday but it better be clean.

With all this said, feel free to leave me a message or an ask or a task, or literally anything you want. If it violates my hard limits i'll ignore it, but I guess whatever if you send it. I've never sent someone a nude before, and I'm not theoretically against it, but I just have no experience yet, so its unlikely (at the moment).

[weepingwitch]

helloo

I don't know who, what, where, when, or how to ask this, but I was talking to my boyfriend earlier, and somehow we got on the topic of women. I said that I think women objectively look better than men, even visually without makeup, style, or whatever. Then he said I might be bi, but I don't think I am? It might be internalized homophobia, but I don't feel romantically attracted to women; I just think they look pretty. Is this normal?

I apologize if this is a bother, I have no idea who to ask this and I tend to look up to you and I like your blog a lot:)

Thank you, have a wonderful day:)

gonna reply to this on several layers, take whatever satisfies you:

yeah uh that does sounds like something that someone who likes women would say - it's something that all of my lesbian and bisexual women friends have joked about thinking to themselves at one point - "oh, of Course everyone thinks women are objectively more pretty than men haha"

on another level, obviously women are prettier than men, but i'm a lesbiab and also gender is fake

when i first tried to come out as bi, before i had come out as a trans woman, my dad's response was that "every boy has dreams about having sex with other boys, that doesn't make you gay," and i think the answer is that my dad is actually bisexual

romance is also fake and i wouldn't find it all surprising that love for women feels different than love for men considering that so much of our conception of romance is based in heterosexuality and traditionaslihf gendy roles etc etc

labels are fake everything is fake if it is making you anxious there is literally no need to worry about how or who you love, you can just let it happen. something deleuzian about flows and stoppages or some shit

is this normal? nothing is normal everything is terrifyingly unique and novel

[menlove]

apologies if this has been asked already but i just read your fem!john fic and i need to know about this verse immediately. at what point did john figure out she was gay. how does stu fit into all of this. who came up with paul proposing to her question. does cyn exist. did dot exist. how the fuck did john deal with paul dating other women. what’s brian and john’s relationship like. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

going through my ask box and just saw this SORRY ANON U MAY NEVER EVEN KNOW I ANSWERED THIS RIP

some of these I genuinely haven't thought about but those that I have!

stu is there- he's her other Bi On A Technicality man lol. not exactly canon to the verse bc I'm unsure if I'd commit to it if I wrote more of the verse but an idea me & @forthlin tossed around while making up headcanons for this verse is that julian's a little older in this verse & stu is his other parent but never knew that. or julian's other parent is some random dude. either WAY. stu is there and pisses paul off just as much.

cyn exists although honest to god can't remember if we specifically talked about her in this verse or one where all the beatles are girls but she's john's girl for a while. around the same time as stu. they don't last past them getting famous though.

john & paul deal w each other dating other men & women they way they did in real life which is with varying levels of jealousy depending on how serious things are. paul isn't Seriously dating anyone else in this verse (like jane for example) and john's like the most important person in his life so. also, she's pretty firmly convinced herself she's Not In Love With Paul here for 10000 reasons so if she's getting jealous she's just gonna pretend she So Doesn't Care.

BRIAN....... in my mind in an all girls beatles verse brian is a woman and a known lesbian but HERE..... I think when talking headcanons we were like oh yeah that would be interesting bc most of his attention would shift to paul. bc him and paul already did have an interesting relationship to say the least & iiiii would personally go so far as to say he was a little in love with him too but bc they never had a fling in spain & paul isn't out it just doesn't get brought up as much. BUT ANYWAY in this verse yeah he's just into paul instead of john. never thought about it but saying it now I wonder if it'd be mccartney-lennon here bc of that and sexism 😭 but at the same time I can see john throwing a HUGE fit about that and paul capitulating eventually so hm