#No one gets in without their Gay Card

[the-bjd-community-confess]

The community is starting to feel more like the LGBTQI+ community instead of the doll community. And at first I didn't have a problem with it but now seeing how everyone is being kicked out for not being gay/trans ..... or applauding people for being that, you are excluded. The doll community is the doll community EVERYONE has the right to be here as long as they like dolls.

~Anonymous

Mod: Is the being kicked out for not being gay/trans in the room with us right now?

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

I should probably get a little stand or a pretty box for my cd player to keep her safe. I have to protect her.

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

-.-

[ronsenburg]

This WIP Wednesday is brought to you by that one poll blog that always asks: would polyamory have saved them? (The answer here is no, not really, but it might not hurt to try.)

“Why me, Sylvain?” Dorothea asked on the night of his twelth and final proposal.

The war had been over for nearly eighteen months, by then, but the streets of Enbarr still resembled the crumbling remains of the battlefield they’d been ultimately reduced to. Memories of violence and death had been hastily plastered over the backdrop of her previous life; after everything that had happened, after everything she’d done, it was far too painful to stay. So Dorothea had made a new home in Fhirdiad, teaching all the freshly orphaned little girls to sing and shivering through even the most mild of those first autumn days. It was Sylvain who had given her the first winter cloak she would wear in the kingdom, a gift on the day of his fourth proposal. The thick wool was dyed an indigo blue so deep that it was nearly purple, the inside fully trimmed in fine black ermine. She sat with it pulled close around her that night, still cold despite the fire and the thick stone walls that separated them from the late winter chill. This little library was one of Sylvain’s favorites, a glorified storeroom filled to the brim with dusty accounts of war that no one ever bothered to open. She’d spent more evenings in this room, in this chair, than she could count, now.

“There are plenty of women out there who would gladly overlook the occasional dalliance in exchange for a title.”

“You know I’m not that person anymore,” Sylvain replied, voice pained. The light from the dying fire beside them caught the shine of his eyes as he spoke. She watched as he dragged a hand roughly across them before burying his fingers back into the strands of his already disheveled hair. It was the most distraught Dorothea had ever seen him—and it was also the most honest. This was exactly the candor she’d been asking for since the night of his third proposal, when she’d realized that under all the flirting and the banter he used to dull the actual meaning of his words, Sylvain was actually sincere. She hadn’t anticipated just how difficult it would be for him to arrive here… or the guilt she would feel watching him struggle this way. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It isn’t a dalliance. It’s Felix.”

Dorothea shook her head softly. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

Only, she thought she might. Maybe it was because she was an outsider, one of the few members of their little group not woven tightly among the others with years of family acquaintance or political affiliation. Maybe she was simply better at reading people. But she’d seen all the little looks and lingering touches as though they were stage directions written in the margins of a script. A love story in three acts. It was absurd to imagine she was the only one to notice. The quiet murmurs traded just beyond the circle of the party’s campfire. The look on Sylvain’s face the first time he’d come galloping out of some magically charged cloud of smoke with Felix’s unconscious body draped across the saddle.

The Sylvain of the present reminded her a bit of the man she’d seen, then. Pale and so, so desperate for her understanding. This wasn’t the poet attempting to immortalize the splendor of a great love; this was the face of someone truly haunted.

“I don’t think I can live without him, Thea,” he murmured, stricken. “Goddess knows I’ve tried to.”

And there it was, in all its gore and agony. The final bits of gossamer and tulle unwound, the evening’s makeup all washed away. Gone was the character from their academy days; all that was left before her, now, was Sylvain.

Dorothea sighed, reaching out to clasp his larger hands between her own. “Have you considered that marrying Felix might solve—“

“I can’t marry Felix,” Sylvain interrupted with a shake of his head. “Not for the reasons you’re thinking, either. It… it doesn’t work, between us. Not really. Not for long.”

“Why me?” She asked again, this time more softly.

“You’ve always understood me, Dorothea. I think I might understand you, too.” The declarations of unyielding love had stopped sometime around proposal number five. This felt more genuine, anyway. “I think we could be happy together. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t.”

[liberaljane]

Women's Not So Distant History

This #WomensHistoryMonth, let's not forget how many of our rights were only won in recent decades, and weren’t acquired by asking nicely and waiting. We need to fight for our rights. Here's are a few examples:

📍 Before 1974's Fair Credit Opportunity Act made it illegal for financial institutions to discriminate against applicants' gender, banks could refuse women a credit card. Women won the right to open a bank account in the 1960s, but many banks still refused without a husband’s signature. This allowed men to continue to have control over women’s bank accounts. Unmarried women were often refused service by financial institutions entirely.

📍 Before 1977, sexual harassment was not considered a legal offense. That changed when a woman brought her boss to court after she refused his sexual advances and was fired. The court stated that her termination violated the 1974 Civil Rights Act, which made employment discrimination illegal.⚖️

📍 In 1969, California became the first state to pass legislation to allow no-fault divorce. Before then, divorce could only be obtained if a woman could prove that her husband had committed serious faults such as adultery. 💍By 1977, nine states had adopted no-fault divorce laws, and by late 1983, every state had but two. The last, New York, adopted a law in 2010.

📍In 1967, Kathrine Switzer, entered the Boston Marathon under the name "K.V. Switzer." At the time, the Amateur Athletics Union didn't allow women. Once discovered, staff tried to remove Switzer from the race, but she finished. AAU did not formally accept women until fall 1971.

📍 In 1972, Lillian Garland, a receptionist at a California bank, went on unpaid leave to have a baby and when she returned, her position was filled. Her lawsuit led to 1978's Pregnancy Discrimination Act, which found that discriminating against pregnant people is unlawful

📍 It wasn’t until 2016 that gay marriage was legal in all 50 states. Previously, laws varied by state, and while many states allowed for civil unions for same-sex couples, it created a separate but equal standard. In 2008, California was the first state to achieve marriage equality, only to reverse that right following a ballot initiative later that year. 

📍In 2018, Utah and Idaho were the last two states that lacked clear legislation protecting chest or breast feeding parents from obscenity laws. At the time, an Idaho congressman complained women would, "whip it out and do it anywhere,"

📍 In 1973, the Supreme Court affirmed the right to safe legal abortion in Roe v. Wade. At the time of the decision, nearly all states outlawed abortion with few exceptions. In 1965, illegal abortions made up one-sixth of all pregnancy- and childbirth-related deaths. Unfortunately after years of abortion restrictions and bans, the Supreme Court overturned Roe in 2022. Since then, 14 states have fully banned care, and another 7 severely restrict it – leaving most of the south and midwest without access. 

📍 Before 1973, women were not able to serve on a jury in all 50 states. However, this varied by state: Utah was the first state to allow women to serve jury duty in 1898. Though, by 1927, only 19 states allowed women to serve jury duty. The Civil Rights Act of 1957 gave women the right to serve on federal juries, though it wasn't until 1973 that all 50 states passed similar legislation

📍 Before 1988, women were unable to get a business loan on their own. The Women's Business Ownership Act of 1988 allowed women to get loans without a male co-signer and removed other barriers to women in business. The number of women-owned businesses increased by 31 times in the last four decades. 

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📍 Before 1965, married women had no right to birth control. In Griswold v. Connecticut (1965), the Supreme Court ruled that banning the use of contraceptives violated the right to marital privacy.

📍 Before 1967, interracial couples didn’t have the right to marry. In Loving v. Virginia, the Supreme Court found that anti-miscegenation laws were unconstitutional. In 2000, Alabama was the last State to remove its anti-miscegenation laws from the books.

📍 Before 1972, unmarried women didn’t have the right to birth control. While married couples gained the right in 1967, it wasn’t until Eisenstadt v. Baird seven years later, that the Supreme Court affirmed the right to contraception for unmarried people.

📍 In 1974, the last “Ugly Laws” were repealed in Chicago. “Ugly Laws” allowed the police to arrest and jail people with visible disabilities for being seen in public. People charged with ugly laws were either charged a fine or held in jail. ‘Ugly Laws’ were a part of the late 19th century Victorian Era poor laws. 

📍 In 1976, Hawaii was the last state to lift requirements that a woman take her husband’s last name.  If a woman didn’t take her husband’s last name, employers could refuse to issue her payroll and she could be barred from voting. 

📍 It wasn’t until 1993 that marital assault became a crime in all 50 states. Historically, intercourse within marriage was regarded as a “right” of spouses. Before 1974, in all fifty U.S. states, men had legal immunity for assaults their wives. Oklahoma and North Carolina were the last to change the law in 1993.

📍  In 1990, the Americans with Disability Act (ADA) – most comprehensive disability rights legislation in U.S. history – was passed. The ADA protected disabled people from employment discrimination. Previously, an employer could refuse to hire someone just because of their disability.

📍 Before 1993, women weren’t allowed to wear pants on the Senate floor. That changed when Sen. Moseley Braun (D-IL), & Sen. Barbara Mikulski (D-MD) wore trousers - shocking the male-dominated Senate. Their fashion statement ultimately led to the dress code being clarified to allow women to wear pants. 

📍 Emergency contraception (Plan B) wasn't approved by the FDA until 1998. While many can get emergency contraception at their local drugstore, back then it required a prescription. In 2013, the FDA removed age limits & allowed retailers to stock it directly on the shelf (although many don’t).

📍  In Lawrence v. Texas (2003), the Supreme Court ruled that anti-cohabitation laws were unconstitutional. Sometimes referred to as the ‘'Living in Sin' statute, anti-cohabitation laws criminalize living with a partner if the couple is unmarried. Today, Mississippi still has laws on its books against cohabitation. 

[astonmartinii]

put it all on red (bull) | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem russell reader

her brother won the race? does she know? does she care?

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: VIVA LAS VEGAS

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user3: this is fucking hilarious

user4: her whole ass brother won the actual race and there's not a peep of him on the post

user5: i mean her boyfriend did win the championship...

yourusername: exactlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i mean my instagram is for pretty girls only

user6: do not erase george's beauty

yourusername: nothing to erase girlypop - FUGLY!

user7: the way the guys are in the media pen and can't see that y/n is coming for their necks in instagram comments

user8: i fear she's already started drinking...

user9: in the back of the sky broadcast she hands max a drink and i'm starting to suspect that it was not water or red bull

user10: LMAO HELMUT TOOK A SIP AND LIKE NEARLY FELL OVER

yourusername: i've never claimed to be good at mixing drinks

maxverstappen1: WHERE WAS THE TONIC ???

yourusername: i don't believe in tonic 💔

maxverstappen1: YOU GAVE ME STRAIGHT GIN?

yourusername: straight 🤣

maxverstappen1: Y/N THAT'S ATTEMPTED MURDER ON HELMUT ???

yourusername: free me i did nothing wrong !!!

user11: these people kill me

user12: sign of a healthy relationship is making gay allegations about each other

yourusername: ALLEGATIONS ???

yourusername: george is lucky that he was the first russell carmen met ...

georgerussell63: RIGHT, I HAVE HAD ENOUGH

georgerussell63: thank you for the congratulations but STOP flirting with MY girlfriend

yourusername: congratulations??? for what?

georgerussell63: WINNING THE RACE?

yourusername: boring!

georgerussell63: you are so lucky we're family because you are a few cards short of a deck

yourusername: CARDS? that reminds me ... time to gamble!

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: winning without the fastest car isn't for everyone

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user13: this caption has y/n russell written all over it

yukitsunoda0511: i sat here and watched them giggle to themselves for a good five minutes while posting this

user14: tell max to post more pictures like the second one

yukitsunoda0511: they are not safe for innocent eyes and they are not taken with a locked door :/

user15: why are you there ???

yukitsunoda0511: they're very generous when they're drunk !

user16: so real

yukitsunoda0511: it's also not just me :(

user17: just how many people are using the bar tab?

liamlawson30: me!

oscarpiastri: me!

charles_leclerc: me!

landonorris: me!

pierregasly: me!

alexalbon: me!

yourusername: broke bitches

carlossainz55: you do not have a job?

yourusername: gambling and being pretty is more of a job that what you will have next season 🤨

carlossainz55: has anyone ever told you you're a really mean drunk

yourusername: just george about a billion times, you get used to it (we just don't invite you out)

user18: she is just dragging anyone now

user19: hold on that is her boyfriend's work boyfriend's enemy

user20: girl is 90% of lestappen twitter's source and you think she's not gonna have a problem with sainz???

yourusername: you're so sexy i actually can't even function

maxverstappen1: gotta put the trophy in trophy husband somehow

yourusername: jokes aside i am super duper proud of you, this year has been insane and you've proven that you are the bestest eva

maxverstappen1: couldn't have done it without my fave cheerleader

yourusername: i'll wear the uniform and everything ....

schecoperez: STOP

georgerussell63: still no congratulations? i know you won the title or whatever but we're going to be brothers soon SHOW SOME RESPECT

yourusername: literally suck his dick

yourusername: wait no

yourusername: suck my dick

yourusername: WAIT NO

yourusername: choke ❤️

georgerussell63: i have no words at this point

maxverstappen1: so romantic hehehehe

yourusername

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yourusername: put it all on on red (bull)

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user22: ma'am why is there a cat?

user23: i think we already know the answer

user24: oh i know the answer i just wanna know the batshit explanation

georgerussell63: exsqueeze me ???

yourusername: don't speak like that about your nephew ??

georgerussell63: tell me you're not keeping it??

maxverstappen1: IT? HE JUST LEAPFROGGED YOU IN OUR WILL

georgerussell63: 1. you have a joint will ??? 2. why am i on it ??? 3. what is a cat doing with a monaco penthouse ???

maxverstappen1: i thought you could use the money ? i know toto ain't paying you what he promised me

yourusername: george your weird sugar daddy is more broke than you think sorry xx

georgerussell63: once again, what is stopping me taking the monaco house from a literal cat ?

yourusername: caesar will be very aware of his rights string bean - just because you talk in an uppity accent doesn't mean you actually know anything

georgerussell63: i cannot tell who corrupted who but i am sick of being your victim :(

user25: yes as fun as watching them dog george is i do want to know caesar's origin story

user26: i have a very bad feeling i know where he got his name

alexalbon: HE'S NOT NAMED AFTER THE CASINO IS HE?

yourusername: ding ding ding we have a winner, always knew you were the smarter half of galex

maxverstappen1: your gambling is getting out of hand

yourusername: did i or did i not win us a cat ?

maxverstappen1: AND £250,000 ???

yourusername: didn't want to promote gambling too much

yourusername: KIDS DO NOT GAMBLE IT IS DUMB

yourusername: look at me i literally have a child now ???

user27: we have lost the original plot of the movie

user28: you must be new, we stopped trying to make sense of these two years ago

lewishamilton: i can assure you it does not get any easier when you know them personally

yourusername: we aim to be sexy and mysterious

lewishamilton: that's strange because you guys dance like little boys and overshare at any given opportunity

maxverstappen1: guilty !

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63: i won the las vegas grand prix and all i got was this lousy cat

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user29: i am sensing a y/n and max meltdown incoming

user30: maybe they're too hungover to argue?

yourusername: NEVER

maxverstappen1: LOUSY CAT? FIRST OF ALL HE'S NOT YOURS SO KEEP HIS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND ALSO I WILL KILL YOU WITH A GUN

georgerussell63: excuse me?

yourusername: do NOT threaten my boyfriend !!!!!!!!

georgerussell63: do you have selective sight or something?

yourusername: no i just like him more than i like you

georgerussell63: you only met him because of me?

maxverstappen1: i have faith we would've found each other regardless we have a SOUL TIE

yourusername: EXACTLY

georgerussell63: i give up.

yourusername: this is exactly why you don't have a championship ... no drive (pun intended)

georgerussell63: NOW THAT'S IT

maxverstappen1: are you threatening my girlfriend?

georgerussell63: OMG LEAVE ME ALONE

user31: their commitment to never letting george have a day of peace is really quite charming

user32: they're going to give him grey hairs before he even turns 27

alexalbon: i gotta say georgie, i'm not with you on this one - caesar is THE dude

georgerussell63: are all my eggs falling out of the basket at once?

maxverstappen1: that's called karma for calling caesar 'it' and a lousy cat

georgerussell63: i can't lie i am missing your honeymoon phase you guys were a lot nicer

yourusername: we never left the honeymoon phase we just like annoying all of you

maxverstappen1: makes you people leave us alone :3

landonorris: you don't have to be mean to do that

yourusername: YOU JUST GOT OFF OF THIN ICE NORRIS WATCH YOUR STEP

user33: they can make excuses all these want but they just like annoying everyone else

user34: i mean based on their vegas shenanigans i think they would be super fun to be around

yourusername: oscar literally came to stay while he 'looked for a flat' in monaco and hasn't left... it's been three months. face it we're a HOOT

oscarpiastri: they are fun! the secret is to not be annoying sorry george!

maxverstappen1: they grow up so fast :')

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: took a gamble when i went for the lanky posh dude's sister and i can now say it was definitely worth it

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user37: bro says snug as a bug in a rug once and now he's labelled as posh HE'S FROM NORFOLK

user38: it's also the way that y/n never gets the posh allegations

georgerussell63: it's because she's scruffy as fuck x

maxverstappen1: literally outside your house with a knife, keep talking

georgerussell63: i'm a grown man, max, you don't scare me

maxverstappen1: so i'm free to do a little gardening while you hide inside?

georgerussell63: you wouldn't...

yourusername: GO FOR THE PEONIES MAX

georgerussell63: NOT THE PEONIES I BEG HAVE MERCY

user39: so i'm supposed to read all of this shit and take them seriously when they get in the car

user40: it's part of the charm i think

user41: it's all fun and games until you remember they are full grown adults who can vote who are arguing over flowers

yourusername: i'd go through the strenuous task of growing up with george thousands more times just to be with you

maxverstappen1: i've been in love with you since i was 14, there has never been anyone else for me and there will never be anyone else for me

yourusername: ugh why didn't we just get married in vegas ?

maxverstappen1: because even though i did just harm his flowers, i do want to marry you in front of our families

yourusername: i guess you're right

georgerussell63: you know what? based on how you usually talk to me... i'm touched

yourusername: if i'm feeling generous i'll even let you do the seating chart

georgerussell63: I LOVE YOU BEST SISTER EVER

user42: only a declaration of love between max and y/n could end with george proclaiming his love for charts

user43: how does one procure an invite to this wedding ...

yourusername: be cunty

yourusername: @zakbrownceo YOU'RE BARRED

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yourusername: i'm the sibling who can't drive and yet i'm the one with four championship trophies in their house... george, step your pussy up x

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user44: omg queen who can't drive, she's such representation

yourusername: george says i'm so mean all the time but really i'm generous, i clearly gave him all the driving genes

user45: have you even tried driving?

yourusername: i went on max's sim once and got motion sickness and i'm also with the best driver in the world and siblings with an okay one - i'm surviving

alexalbon: he's already texted me about your language on this post

yourusername: just because he's a boomer in a string bean's body does not mean i must censor myself - he should know what stepping his pussy up means by now

georgerussell63: i will not be stepping on any pussy, i respect both felines and women

maxverstappen1: you called caesar 'it' so PLEASE

georgerussell63: i respect women?

maxverstappen1: you called y/n scruffy?

georgerussell63: that's y/n it doesn't count

maxverstappen1: that's not very feminist of you george. i am disappointed

yourusername: i agree, i really think the GDPA should reconsider the type of person they're letting run it

georgerussell63: huh?

yourusername: not once have i been invited to a grid meal ....

georgerussell63: well you're not on the grid that's why

yourusername: FEMALE EXCLUSION

maxverstappen1: you know we have attachment issues, you're so heartless george

georgerussell63: what is going on ???

yourusername: you CLEARLY don't care about me

maxverstappen1: and you CLEARLY don't care about the wellbeing of the grid

georgerussell63: I'M SORRY???

user46: george is unbelievably easy to rattle

user47: it must be so fun

yourusername: oh believe me, we have way too much fun

maxverstappen1: we once convinced him that it was a social faux pas to shake hands in japan lol

georgerussell63: IS THAT WHY MERCEDES WERE TOLD THAT EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS REALLY RUDE ???

yourusername: LMAOOOOOOOO

maxverstappen1: so so so easy bro

user48: i guess a couple that plays mind tricks together, stay together?

yourusername: 4eva

maxverstappen1: til death do us part

yourusername: quite literally you're not leaving me alone with GEORGE

georgerussell63: you know what: DIE

yourusername: GASP

maxverstappen1: @fia get his ass

fin.

note: HAPPY MAX VERSTAPPEN CHAMPIONSHIP DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE. IE. ME LOL

[tarotbyjam24]

Pick a card : Lemme describe your bf\gf\fs\lover\crush :

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Pile एक

funny without trying

doesn't hide you from their friends

sometimes boastful

extremely popular

knows everything about you

extremely smart

sometimes sassy

loves to look after you

usually hungry

sometimes rude without knowing it

loves listening to rap

never at home

doesn't realise they're very hardworking

sometimes feels underrated

remembers everything about you

sometimes pessimistic

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Pile दो

18+ read at your own consent

Reckless

very indecisive

always eating

a bit of a fattie :D

party boy

gives the best advice

yolo mindset

best outfit/music taste

Doesn't care what other think

JEALOUS AF

Loud af

Dom

"ooh, sexy"

"Babe"

"How do you feel?"

*SPANKS*

Horny 24/7

Your friends like his look but hates his personality

"Send Nu*es"

"Nice Ass"

BUYS EXPENSIVE SHITS TO EXPRESS HIS LOVE OR APOLOGIZE

LOYAL BUT HARDLY SAY NO FOR A GOOD ASS

huge book reader

obsessed with one girl

quiet but loud

comfort > style

with the right people

best secret keeper

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Pile तीन

ALWAYS looking at you

acts goofier around you

warm hugs

sends "this reminded me of you" texts

remembers every single word you've ever said

princess gf - bf who does anything to see her happy "baby"

"that's cute"

"hmmm?"

falling asleep on call

You've good taste in music

gm and gn texts

holds hands with you

"i can't wait for our future together"

big hands

"doll"

"go ahead... what "speak up. "were you saying?"

"don't be shy"

-grabs inner thigh-

holds your chin up w/Index finger and rubs lower lip w/thumb while making eye contact

"when they smirk and lick their lips"

"eye contact"

madly needs your attention

always ready to fight for you

impulsive and stubborn

seems terrifying but he's a warm bean

"duuude"

doesn't like horror movies

gives and wants kissies all the time

moms love him

high pitched scream

always fails when he tries to intimidate you

does everything to make you feel safe

"yooo"

enjoys causing chaos

pretty good at video game

feels a lil insecure sometimes

has some chad energy

can be hella sassy

afraid of being put aside

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Pile चार

super clingy

wants forehead kisses

loves to sit on ur lap

spoiled brat

cuddles

short

"call me your angel, anon!"

caring & sweet

veryyy emotional

always sleepy

"yes please"

will cry if yelled at

sub

"i love you, anon :("

apologizes 24/7

tall straight ADHD bf who loves games - 5'3 mentally ill gf who loves astrology

actually a huge nerd

protective af

secretly gay

super duper nice

very pretty eyes

insecure

music

lowkey clingy

og sk8r boy

loves 2 cuddle

likes plants a lot

old soul

probably the coolest person u will ever meet

loves cartoons

handsome af but also pretty af

baggy clothes

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I hope you liked the reading . Thank you so much for letting me read for you . Wishing you best ahead . 🎀Bless you and have a nice day🌸🐰 I'd love to hear which pile you chose

Loads of love , jam🩷

[kashverse]

us and geto having a selfcare day together? haircare, skincare, masks, nails all that good sh★t

wishing all the gays and girls and everyone in between to find a man like this 🙉💗🕺💐 happy birthday getooo <3

self-care sundays with your fiancé suguru are an event. they require extensive planning, a dedicated budget (suguru’s black card), and, most importantly, the unwavering commitment to looking unreasonably good while doing absolutely nothing.

the setup is pristine: warm candlelight flickering on the dresser, a bluetooth speaker playing kali uchis like it’s a sacred ritual, and your bed covered in self-care products. you’re both dressed in matching cow-print pajamas, a last-minute online impulse buy that suguru pretended to be unimpressed with but now wears with a very unserious level of smugness.

“ready?” you ask, holding up a jar of an expensive face mask. suguru tilts his head, arms crossed. “depends. is this the one that tingles and makes me question my choices, or the one that smells like an overpriced smoothie?”

“the latter,” you assure him, unscrewing the lid. “but we’re double-masking today, so you’ll get to experience both.” his dramatic sigh is muffled when you smear the cold mask over his face. suguru, being the effortlessly attractive menace that he is, somehow still looks good—even with streaks of green goop on his cheeks. he doesn’t even flinch. a seasoned veteran.

“i see you got everything from the list,” you say, reaching for the body butter. “of course. do you think i’d let you down?” he grins, stretching out his legs as he watches you. “i was a man on a mission at sephora. dodged at least five aggressive salespeople, flashed my wedding band to scare off a few flirts, and even walked out with my dignity intact.”

“that’s debatable,” you mutter, scooping out a generous amount of cream and rubbing it into your arms. he narrows his eyes. “i’ll have you know i was very graceful.”

“you spent thirty minutes contemplating which cuticle oil was ‘more luxurious.’”

“and look at us now. thriving,” he retorts, wiggling his fingers at you. “unbothered. moisturized. focused. flourishing.” you snort and reach for his hands, rubbing the excess body butter into his palms. he watches you closely, eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. suguru loves this part—where you take his hands and carefully massage each finger like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“i still can’t believe you dropped two hundred dollars on a serum,” you tease, reaching for the bottle in question. “oh, we’re still on that?” he chuckles. “you act like i don’t drop that on lunch.”

“lunch feeds you. this makes you glow.”

“and isn’t my glow worth every penny?” he flutters his lashes dramatically. you roll your eyes but can’t fight the smile creeping onto your face. “yeah, yeah. close your eyes.”

he obeys without question as you pat the serum into his skin, gentle and precise. suguru has the nerve to sigh like you’ve just lifted all his worries off his shoulders. “you are so spoiled,” you murmur, rubbing the product into his temples. he hums, eyes still closed. “and whose fault is that?” you smack his arm lightly, and he chuckles, leaning in to press a lazy kiss to your jaw.

once your faces are sufficiently pampered, suguru lounges against the pillows, eyes tracking your movements as you grab the nail polish. “so, what’s the color of the week?” he asks.

“baby pink,” you reply, shaking the bottle. his brows lift. “not my usual black?”

“nope. we’re doing soft aesthetic suguru this week.”

he doesn’t argue. he never does. instead, he stretches his hand toward you with all the regality of a man who has fully accepted his fate. “paint away, my love.” you start with his pinky, carefully brushing on the color, while suguru watches you like you’re the most interesting thing in the world.

“i love you, you know,” he says suddenly, voice soft.

your brush pauses for half a second before you resume, fighting the warmth creeping up your neck. “i know,” you say. “you show me all the time.”

his thumb traces lazy circles on your knee. “i’m gonna keep showing you. every day.”

your chest feels full. warm. like this moment—cow pajamas, kali uchis playing, suguru’s gentle affection—is something sacred.

“good,” you murmur. “now hold still, i’m not redoing these nails if you smudge them.”

he grins. “you're the boss.”

[leikeliscomet]

Ik the rest of the community isn't gonna say anything bout this very specific thing but JKR didn't just go 'asexuals bad' she also actively stated she doesn't think you can be gay without sexual attraction. She played one of the oldest homophobic cards in the book. That being gay is inherently sexual. Like it's more than just doing a meanie to alloaces or aroace erasure she + her supporters parroted the exact same 'sexual and romantic attraction are the same' bs that Matt Walsh did already. (Fun fact he also made a whole video arguing why bi asexuality doesn't exist). The gap between anti homosexuality and anti homoranticism is a footstep. Conservatives were never exclusively anti gay because of gay sex they were anti gay full stop.

PS: If you're some rasclart TERF thinking i as an ace lesbian im gonna listen to you about homosexuality you can go fuck yourself. Go back to riding JKR's fascist clit and get off mine x

[kxsagi]

hi! This is my first time requesting so sorry if I'm a little awkward lmao. Anyways can I request one for Reo where considering he always gets what he wants, and thinks girls like him because of his looks/money (based off my interpretation of his character + ep nagi) when the time comes he actually did like a girl (reader) he really struggles because reader showed no interest lol. Anyways, thank you!

“𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭”

a/n: oooh i’ve never written anything for our gay rich boy before. and you’re all good dw!

ngl reo reminds me of the song “whatever she want” by bryson tiller (fire song btw) and “tapout” by rich gang

(don't know art credits sorry) he's so fine

reo mikage was used to winning. he was used to getting his way. it came with the territory – the money, the status, the looks. his life had always been an easy game of give and take. he gave a glance, a smile, a lazy smirk, and in return, he took hearts. casually. effortlessly. without even trying. 

girls liked him. obviously. they liked the penthouse views, the sleek cars, the designer watch he wore like it meant nothing. they liked the expensive dinner dates that didn’t even make a dent in his card. they liked the way he played soccer with unbothered precision, elegant and composed, the perfect balance of charm and skill. they liked everything about him. 

so, when he met you, he didn’t expect you to be any different. 

except you were. 

you barely looked at him. barely even acknowledged him beyond the most basic courtesy. a glance. a polite smile. a nod when necessary. nothing more. you didn’t fawn, didn’t blush, didn’t giggle. you didn’t trail after him or hang on his words. didn’t care when he slung a towel over his shoulder and his shirt clung to his skin post-practice. didn’t so much as glance at the stupid, limited-edition watch on his wrist that was probably worth your rent. 

and gosh, it drove him insane. 

at first, it was just an irritation. a minor dent to his ego. maybe you were just playing hard to get. maybe you were the kind who wanted to be chased. fine. he could play along. he was good at games. he could wait for you to crack. 

but you never did. 

weeks passed. then months. you were the same. cordial. friendly enough, but so completely unmoved by him, it made his eye twitch. you were kind, sure. sweet, even. just… not specifically to him. you treated him like he was just another guy. not reo mikage – the heir, the rising soccer star, the guy with a face and a bank account anyone would die for. 

and it left him a little unhinged. 

suddenly, he was the one looking for you at practice. lingering by the vending machine because he knew you always grabbed a drink there. making excuses to walk past the staff office, just in case you were there. he started trying, actually trying, to get your attention. 

he started lingering in conversations longer, waiting for you to notice his voice. he made half-hearted jokes to hear your laugh. let out exasperated sighs louder than necessary when he was tired, hoping you’d ask if he was okay. 

nothing. 

when he bought new shoes, he casually asked, "you like them?" 

you blinked. glanced at them briefly. "yeah, they’re cool." 

cool. cool. 

his shoes were custom-made and flown in from italy and all you could say was cool??? 

reo was losing his mind. 

the final straw came at a post-match event. he had just scored twice, and everyone was celebrating. people congratulated him, patted his back, showered him with praise. and then he saw you, quietly sitting on the terrace balcony, nursing a drink. he didn’t think twice before slipping away from the crowd and joining you. 

"you’re not celebrating?" he asked, feigning nonchalance. 

you glanced over, then back at the view. "i am. just not a fan of big crowds." 

he took that as an opening and slid into the seat next to you. surely, you’d see him differently tonight. he was riding the high of victory, practically glowing from it. girls were practically staring at him, but here he was, sitting next to you. 

"you saw the match, right?" he asked, eyes glinting, lips quirking into that signature smirk that usually made people weak in the knees. 

you hummed. "yeah, you were good." 

good. good. 

he was phenomenal. he scored the winning goal and you had the audacity to say good??? 

he didn’t even realize he was pouting slightly until you gave him a funny look. 

"what?" you asked, clearly confused by his expression. 

"nothing," he muttered, sulking into his seat. 

there was a beat of silence before you spoke again, your voice almost hesitant. 

"hey… do you think you could introduce me to nagi?" 

reo physically malfunctioned. he stared at you, mouth slightly open, unable to process what you just said. "what?" 

you smiled, completely oblivious to the dagger you’d just driven through his chest. "nagi. he seems cool. i feel like we’d get along." 

nagi. nagi. his lazy, bored, white-haired best friend. you wanted to meet nagi. 

for the first time in his life, reo mikage was faced with the impossible: rejection. not even outright rejection, just a complete, indifferent dismissal. you weren’t playing hard to get. you just… didn’t care. you weren’t interested. you didn’t look at him and see wealth or status or charm. you saw some guy. just reo. 

and as he sat there, stewing in disbelief, he realized two things. 

one: this was new territory. he’d never actually had to try before. 

two: he liked you more for it. 

because you weren’t shallow. you weren’t there for his money, his name, his easy charm. you didn’t fall for the things that made him likable to everyone else. and maybe it pissed him off at first, but it also made him want you more. 

so, as you kept rambling about how nagi seemed fun, completely unaware of the internal war raging inside him, reo downed the rest of his drink. 

fine. you wanted nothing to do with his wealth or charm? 

good. 

he’d just have to win you over the hard way. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: i don’t chase, i attract 

[novaandmali]

ARTISTS WANTED! 

We’re making a super gay super inclusive TAROT DECK!!! We want every card to be in a fantasy world and featuring at least one LGBT person. We’re looking for up to 78 artists, potentially one artist per card, but we may choose to have some artists do up to 2 cards. 

Applications open October 10th at 1pm Eastern time and will remain open until October 13th at noon eastern OR we reach an application cap of 1000 entries.

Apps will be open for 24 hours minimum.

The application will NOT be available until that date - we will post it here, instagram (nova_mali), bluesky, and tumblr (novaandmali). Please be sure to set an alarm and get your application in ASAP - we will not be able to take any applications through email, dms, or after they close.

A tentative schedule:

Results emailed to EVERYONE on October 15th.

Sketch due Nov 31

Finals due Jan 15

Kickstarter running Jan 1-31

We are looking for up to 78 artists (who MUST be 18+ years old by October 15th) to join us to create a piece of digital art and/or merch. Traditional art is also accepted if scanned or photographed at a professional level.

We're looking specifically to increase the diversity of our artists, both in regards to race and gender - we want to be including all kinds of voices. Same thing with our art - we're looking to increase the variety of cultures, body types, and disabilities represented.

This is a PAID job. We’ve paid in the range of 200-300 for similar projects in the past, based on a set contract amount plus anything left over after production and shipping, split between everyone. Example: $150 in the contract and $100 extra per artist share. The additional amount will depend on how successful the Kickstarter campaign is.

Your app will ask you what you’re thinking about creating. This is not a final answer but we want to know what vibe, what era, etc what you’re thinking about. You’ll get the option to pick 2 suits you’re interested in working in, and 1-2 cards you very much do not want to illustrate.

The application will include things like: a link to your portfolio (instagram and twitter are NOT accepted as a portfolio) and if you are interested in designing any merch as well.

We also ask for a short artist bio: think twitter style - short and sweet. Please don’t talk down about yourself or your skills - talk yourself up! Make me excited to see your art!!

Reminder about our applications: PLEASE do not submit porn or gore in your highlight art. Blood and nudity are ok, porn and gore please no.

Hopefully it goes without saying but we do not accept NFT art or AI generated art.

About us: we’re two non-binary lesbians who really love cats and gay art. We’ve enjoyed our work as a queer publishing house and can’t wait to do more! We’ve completed 9 projects including tarot cards and books! Some of our previous works include classics but make it gay, And They Were Monsters, and Cover Me Queer.

Check out our work at www.novaandmali.com . 

[parker-artio]

Do’ya think that the Wayne family would get invited to be on the lip sync battle show? (Or just for the segment in SNL?) because omg, I just rewatched Tom Hollands umbrella performance, and I was thinking: Wow, Dick would do this…

I’ve seen people joke that Bruce would be on SNL and even play skits, but it makes me think, what about his kids? They’re just as famous as he is. Plus, there’s no way that they don’t have the humor that won’t get noticed by the media, they’d thrive on SNL.

Like what about those YouTube channels too? The one where it’s like: [Insert two Celebrity names here] react to most google searches of them.

Or something like that.

Do you think Bruce has gone on there with every single one of his kids? Or did all of them do it? Like a huge room, all of them sat around each other as Bruce pulled off the strips.

Bruce sitting on the chair holding the sign laughing, with Dick to his left, and Tim to his right: Is Dick Grayson-Wayne Romani?

Dick opening his mouth to answer:

Tim, deciding that as the younger sibling it’s now his job to ruin his answer: No. He’s European.

Dick laughing, knowing that it’s not too well known that Romani people are European: Ur-a-peeing?

Tim:

Dick:

Bruce poorly holding back a laugh and hiding his face in his hands:

-Cue a dark screen before it shows Bruce sitting with two more of his kids in either side of him, the youngest and his only daughter-

Bruce once again sitting in the middle and reading off of the huge card, pulling off the white paper: Is Cassandra Wayne deaf?

Damian without hesitation: She can hear just fine, however, if we mean as in tone deaf, then yes. She can’t sing.

Cass smiling: Says you.

-They share a look that anyone with siblings can indicate as the one you see before you get throttled-

(It quickly goes to the last set of his kids)

Bruce is sitting between the two, both of them are tall, and built mostly of muscle, much like him, but both look like they’ll be bigger than Bruce as they get older: Is Duke Thomas-Wayne adopted?

Duke smiling: Obviously not, can’t you see the resemblance between me and Bruce?

Jason: it’s like you’re looking a mirror.

Duke: exactly, I’m the biological son.

Bruce ignoring them as he peels off another one- off of the other card: Is Jason Todd-Wayne taller than Bruce Wayne?

Duke: stand up lets check!

Que, Bruce and Jason standing back to back, and a very visible height difference between the two, Jason obviously taller.

Duke: Bruce is taller!

-It goes back to the room with Tim and Dick-

Bruce reading off another board: Is Tim Drake-Wayne gay?

Dick: only sometimes.

Tim: yeah.

-The second room yet again. Both of the kids looking a bit disheveled and Bruce exhausted sitting between them.-

Bruce pulling off the thing and sighing before he reads it: Is Damian Wayne vegetarian or vegan?

Cass: There’s a difference?

Damian annoyed: of course there’s a difference… [insert 45 minute rant of the differences], and I am vegetarian.

I can just imagine them reading the questions about Bruce though-

Dick reading it as he pulls it off: How is Bruce Wayne.. famous?

Tim without missing a beat: Nepotism.

Dick shooting back: That’s the same for you.

Tim: I’m not ashamed of that.

Bruce sitting between them laughing into the pal of his hands, hiding his face as his shoulders shake violently:

-The next clip cuts off just as Bruce starts to fall out of his chair giggling-

Cass reading the board as Damian holds it and peels the thing off: Is Bruce Wayne Jewish?

Bruce nodding: my mother is, and by default that makes me Jewish too.

Damian: I’m not.

Cass: you should be.

-it goes to the next scene as Bruce gets onto his feet ready to jump in just as the two of them look like they’re about to fight again-

Jason sighing as he reads off of the board: How much is Bruce Wayne worth?

Duke: half a snickers bar and the lint in my pocket

Jason: that’s too much already!

Bruce sitting between them exasperated:

Duke, again: The lint out of a random persons belly button?

Jason: still too much…

Duke: the ashes of a burnt pile of shit?

Jason: hm… too much, but at least it had no potential to be worth anything, so sure.

Bruce sighing: thank you boys. I feel loved.

Jason smiling brightly: you shouldn’t!

If you can’t tell, I’ve never actually watched one of those videos the full way through- but I definitely feel like it’d be entertaining for the crew, annoying to the kids, and dealbreaking for Bruce (he’s never going to take them to another open interview again)

[bbydoll18xx]

How Do I Get to Heaven?

'Without changing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven?'

Paige Bueckers x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: angst, slurs, religious trauma, HAPPY ENDING i promise

A/N: hiii so this one is super angsty and sad. I've been going through a rough time, and this is my way of coping. I kinda touched on these subjects in 'She's Such a Good Girl' part 2, and this is similar. I was obsessed with 'Heaven' by Troye Sivan when I was like 15-16 and the lyrics hit a little too hard. If you're gay and were raised in a religious household, I suggest taking a listen.

~

“He’s a fuckin’ faggot!”

“Hate the sin, love the sinner.”

“Those kinds of people are going straight to hell.”

Your face remained neutral. It had to. But you had years of practice, and while you were internally sobbing at the bigoted remarks, there was nothing you could do to stop it. So you stayed quiet, and you maintained your usual look of disinterest. 

Running up the stairs, you finally make it into the safehaven of your bedroom. You shut the door quietly, trying to avoid seeming as if anything is wrong or out of the ordinary. Nothing could possibly be wrong. You were the perfect child; straight As, never in trouble, and you always were eager to help out around the house. But you were harboring a dirty little secret that threatened to rip you from the grips of being the golden girl of your family. 

Sobs wracked your body as you slid onto the carpeted floor of your room. What had started off as an innocent dinner had turned into a nightmare. Slurs were thrown around casually, and unbeknownst to your family, you were the unidentified target. Your sexuality was the reason you had become an empty shell of a person, riddled with fear of accidentally outting yourself. And the anxieties you felt were bubbling up, threatening to ruin the perfect image of yourself that you had crafted for your loved ones. 

This wasn’t the first time. And it surely would not be the last. 

Your family had always claimed to love you. Your childhood was a happy one, but you feared the truth would break everyone. And even if they found out and still claimed to love you, you knew they would always see you differently. Gone would be the girl they knew, and their eager touts would be replaced with hushed whispers. You’d forever be known as “the gay one.” And you fucking resented that.

So here you sat on the floor, trying to quiet your sobs as you mourned the loss of the life you once knew and the people who would eventually turn their backs to you. 

Summer was ending, and soon you would be fleeing back to college, where your guard could be let down just enough to show the world a glimpse of who you really were and who you really wanted to love. 

There was just one girl who you wanted to love you back.

Paige Bueckers was your best friend. And she was so very gay. 

Since meeting her at the beginning of freshman year, she had pulled you out of a darkness that had resided in you since you had realized your feelings towards girls. It did not take long for you to fall madly, head-over-heels in love with her, but you had vowed to ignore it. 

Even if there was any hope of reciprocated feelings, you knew deep down that being in love with a girl would mean having to come out to your family. And you were just not ready for that. You weren’t sure if you would ever be ready for that. 

The thought terrified you. You knew you were willingly inhibiting a possibility of incredible happiness and love, but because it was at the risk of losing your loved ones, you were shutting it all out. 

‘Fuck. I really need therapy,’ you think miserably. 

That was the understatement of the century.

~

The new school year starts, and Uconn’s campus is ablaze with excited students and the possibilities of what is to come. You are finally starting to feel like yourself again, and the second your parents leave your apartment, you don a t-shirt plastered with Diana Taurasi’s face on it. 

You could finally get your gay card back.

A loud knock rings through the empty apartment, and before you could get to the door to answer it, Paige is peeking her head through it, a huge grin covering her face. 

She wastes no time barreling through the room, sweeping you up in a hug and spinning you around. Your feet leave the ground, causing your stomach to flip, and your legs automatically wrap around her waist for leverage. 

“Someone missed me,” you giggle, feeling breathless from being back in Paige’s tight embrace. You had been dreaming of this since you last saw her, back in July. 

“Course I did,” she chuckles, voice muffled against your hair. “You glad to be back?”

You groan. “Fuck, yeah I am. Lookin’ forward to not hearing some slurs for a bit,” you say, fist-pumping the air with a dramatic roll of the eyes. “And I’m especially looking forward to not having to listen to Fox fuckin’ News,” you add, pretending to gag.

Paige’s eyes rake over you, and she pouts, already knowing how your family could be. She had listened to your endless rants and your pathetic cries for the past three years. 

“I think you should just move in with me after this year ends. That way you don’t have to put up with that shit. Then we can be together after graduation,” she says earnestly. 

This was not the first time she had proposed this idea. And while you were internally jumping at the idea, the fear of how it would look to your family made you shy away. Paige wasn’t exactly the most straight-looking girl. Living with her would make things complicated. Your covert feelings had no place in a situation like that. 

You sigh. “I’ll think about it, P,” you promise, linking your pinky with hers, as you always did. 

~

Christmas break quickly rolls around, and Paige’s words are still playing in the back of your mind. Your feelings for her had grown, as if that was even possible, and having to leave her and the safety and warmth that came with her, was agonizing. 

Sitting against the hard back of the pew in your family’s Catholic church, you look around, thinking about how these people would be okay with you burning in hell forevermore. The familiar feeling of shame creeps back into your chest, the flames licking at your wounds. 

You wanted to run and hide. You wanted Paige. 

The Christmas activities persist, and amongst the holiday cheer and piles of gifts, uncomfortable conversations emerge, and you shrink back to your room, desperate for respite.

You felt so fucking abandoned. This was supposed to be a time to enjoy with your family, and instead you were hiding.

There was one person, though, you knew would not abandon you, and that was Paige. Her presence was enough to lessen the sting of the inevitable rejection of your family, and in that moment, it was enough. 

Pulling out your phone, you dial her number, longing to hear her voice, all the way from Montana. Christmas break could not end quickly enough. 

Paige’s smiling face is soon on your phone screen, but it falls as soon as she sees the tears falling down your cheeks and your wobbling bottom lip.

“Oh, baby, what happened?” She asks in a hushed whisper, voice full of anger and concern. 

“They hate me,” you cry. “They fucking hate me, and they don’t even know it yet.”

Paige sighs, trying to find the right words. While she had always had acceptance from those around her, she knew how difficult it was for you to be at home, and she desperately wished to take away your anguish. 

“I love you,” she stresses. “And I know that doesnt fix your family treating you like shit, but soon you’ll be back and everything won’t seem as shitty, I promise.” 

You nod, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. 

She loved you. And you knew that. But you wanted her to love you in the way you loved her. For now, you would take what you could get.

“Just a few more days,” she assures, and you feel the tiniest bit better.

Just a few more days. 

~

The start of the new year always engenders change, and you had promised yourself as the clock chimed to signify it was midnight that this would be the year you would hike up your big girl panties and figure out your shit with Paige. Your senior year had to slow down, and Paige’s proposal had been in the back of your mind since August. 

If you could get over your stupid crush on her, things would be all good and dandy, but your efforts to eradicate her place in your heart were futile. You had mused it over nearly a million times. Maybe you’d eventually get over her, and maybe she would have some bizarre habit that would inevitably give you the ick, ridding you of all romantic feelings toward her. 

You could only hope. 

You pump yourself up on the way over to Paige’s apartment, encouraging words forming on your lips, leaving a trail of fog from your warm breath against the cold air. 

You knock on her door, cheeks pink from the frigid temperatures of Connecticut in January, grateful that it hides your blush. Paige opens the door, eyes wide and hopeful. She always looked so damn alluring. 

Your words leave your mouth before your chary mind could overtake you. “I want to move in with you after school ends. I can’t go back to living like that.”

Paige’s features twist into a smile, and she pulls you in for a hug. “Gonna take such good care of you,” she whispers, and you believe her. Your arms wrap around her middle, anchoring you to the floor. 

“I should probably tell you, though,” she trails, her voice getting smaller as she takes a deep breath. 

You look up at her, confusedly. “Tell me what?”

“I love you. And not just like as a friend. So if you don’t want to live with me because of that, I get it,” she mumbles, eyes trained on the floor.

Your breath quickens at the realization. Paige loved you. And the thought of being a colossal disappointment to your family and potentially cast out did not seem to matter as much anymore. Because here was someone who loved every part of you and accepted the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

The look of shock swiftly morphs into one of unbridled euphoria, and without another thought, you pull Paige in for a kiss. It was filled with the pure longing and want of years of uncontrollable urges and repressed thoughts, and it nearly made all the shittiness worth it.

Pulling away, Paige links her pinky with yours again, just as she had back in August. It was an unspoken promise of love. And while you knew the journey would be inexorably difficult, Paige was worth it in the end. 

~

dang that was rough lol but thanks for reading as always:) I really hope this wasn't too triggering or anything for anyone. This has been such a nice outlet for my pain and anger, as I really don't have anyone to talk to about this stuff. I am here for everyone who can relate. My inbox is open if you guys ever want/need to talk

xoxo katy

[memser]

mcr blogger dash in 2025

🪳 buggerard

still so much debate about sexualizing gerards moans in Self-Flagellant but no ones talking about why in that muffled intro mikey is asked to leave the studio??

#im telling you something happened #frerard solos dni

🌫️ coquettegee Follow

yes in the new doc lindsey had any pronouns on her intro card but so did gerard. i think they just used his as a template and its some sort of error

🔁 singleangelicnote

all your posts are still using he/him for gerard and this sounds terribly gendercrit get help op

🔁 coquettegee

i see him as more of a femboy type and i have since dd, don't try to police me

🔁 kondemnedkadaver

???

#CAN WE KILL THIS GUY

🐕 omgee

ROSY HAS A SISTER!!!!!!!!

#WORLD PEACE

🎙️amptits

"november 22nd of 2024 right before the teaser dropped" uh oh guys

Anonymous asked

when will you people address the themes of necrophilia in the limited vinyl comic

🪨 fyeahfoundationsofdecay

sorry i didnt have 200 dollars and i dont care

#the larger mcr conscious has forgotten he jerked it to horror movies

🌄 infectionpiece

a bralette and the comfort flannel

#i hauve

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I have some. bad news. Frank did not

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10 MINUTE AD WALL FOR THAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT I THOUGHT PEOPLE WERE JUST JOKING. OR INSANE

✴️ grifties Follow

selling ltd edition frank iero binder!! it still has the skeleton decals and it still glows in most low light. from the first run with that chemical they had to recall so probably don't wear it without a shirt on top or if you don't have insurance lol. 30 bucks just dm me.

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i respect the hustle BUT WE HAVE STOP RESELLING THE BIOHAZARD MERCH

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🔁 toro-saurus

omg my old post i was so correct

#meeee when the new single dropped #how does he find the time truly

�� singleangelicnote

Guys since why does that new pope follow Gerard's private account on Globeus theres only like 80 people on there she HAS to know

#THE GAY POPE???

🪳 buggerard

dude i lost my implant magnet 🥲 im using my old touchscreen to post on here

#gawd im having swarm tour livestream flashbacks

🧘 clergy-xxx

I actually went to a few shows during danger days and mikey would often just turn around during the destroya incidents. theres video on youtube if you can get past the ad walls

🤹‍♀️ cryptclown

oh okay super awesome!!! so mikey leaving during antics isnt new. did frank leave too?

🪨 fyeahfoundationsofdecay

does anyone remember when the heavn photos came out. i had a job then and i saw them literally a year later

🔁 buggerard

november 22nd of 2024 right before the teaser dropped

#wild night to be online tbh

🌬️ mesmer

i got concussed what happened sunday

🔁 mesmer

THEY DID WHAT

[hauntedestheart]

Security Footage - Artifacts (Pt. 1)

One of Trevor & Andy’s misadventures, a more detailed account of the sort described in Security Measures - Artifacts

Another story that starts with a party- but at least this time, Trevor was the host.

The young man had plenty of cause to dislike parties. He was an introvert. Being short meant he got pushed around in crowds. Party playlists usually contained terrible songs. Nobody ever invited him to them growing up.

However the main reason he hated them was because ever since Andy had come back into his life, it felt like the only times he ever wound up at a party was when he was chasing down some unhinged body snatcher. Being exposed to the absolute dregs of the party ecosystem had really put a dampener on his college experience and caused him to swear off of soirees- which was a testament to what a good mood he was in when he invited some of his friends over to his new off-campus apartment for "a little get together."

Recently he and Andy had experienced a run-in with an individual in possession of a ring that allowed him to switch bodies by grabbing someone's hand… no points for guessing who his first target was when he arrived in their city.

The ring somehow travelled with the snatcher so in a bit of a twist on the usual formula, the guy had actually switched out of Andy's body by the time they located it, leaving another random person inside, and the couple spent several days working their way through a daisy chain of body swaps until they (and the angry mob of victims) finally cornered the troublemaker and forced him to fix everything.

And not only did everyone get their bodies back, Trevor got the ring as well.

In his mind, the ring was a major breakthrough. It was the first concrete item he'd found that would actually be able to help Andy with his condition- maybe it couldn't stop snatchers outright, but it gave them a tool to fight back with when they did strike. The end of their body swapping woes was something to celebrate, and with the ring safely tucked away in his nightstand drawer in case of an emergency, Trevor felt comfortable letting loose a little bit.

Just a little bit though, and to be on the safe side, the guest list was just a handful of close friends, and the activities were limited to card games, Mario Kart, and Just Dance. There were still drugs and alcohol though- it wouldn't be a college party without them.

The lanky white guy on the couch with the bowl of chips between his legs was RJ, a friendly stoner type who had lived next to Trevor back in the dorm days and had managed to graduate from "randomly assigned neighbor" to "friend" before they moved out. Their friendship was like a weed, in the sense that it stayed healthy even with little attention, and in the sense that they smoked a lot of weed together.

The chubby Asian guy sitting in a plastic folding chair in the corner, glaring at his phone, was Han. When Trevor had dared to venture out to a welcome event thrown by the school's (small) LGBTQ+ society in the first weeks of college, Han had been the only other gay guy in the freshman class to show up, and the two had remained in touch out of a sense of loyalty ever since.

The pretty black girl lying on the carpet was Monica, a year above Trevor but one of his closest friends. A journalism major, she'd interviewed him for a project about victims of bullying and was so charmed by him that she decided to take him under her wing- and when she found out he could match her attitude, she liked him even more. Curled up next to her was her boyfriend Alexander, a lean and laid back white boy on the track team who had to work hard to keep up with his girlfriend.

The party had been going on for an hour or so and they were playing Just Dance (switching over from Mario Kart after RJ kept thrashing everyone) so the group was treated to the rare sight of Trevor dancing- or rather, attempting to dance. There wasn't much rhythm in his skinny little body, but he gamely wiggled from side to side to the music in an attempt to prove that his hips did not, in fact, lie, and Andy was so in love with Trevor that he managed to find the awkward gyrations endearing.

"Oh yeah, shake it for me baby," he teased, ostensibly as a joke, but the way his eyes were glued to Trevor's little booty as it swung around in the air said otherwise.

Trevor finished the song with a respectable score, a sigh of relief, and thunderous applause from Andy that would have been a standing ovation if Andy wasn't worried about everyone noticing his fat semi. Down boy, he told himself. Not while his friends are here.

Trevor was red faced and embarrassed, but he smiled at his boyfriend then tossed him the controller (Andy caught it with one hand) before disappearing down the hallway towards his room. Andy lazily scrolled through options and chatting with RJ about what to pick next, but the game was forgotten when Trevor emerged a minute later holding a bong.

"Attention everyone," he announced. "We're entering into phase two."

"Sick!" RJ shouted out, bouncing up and down in place on the couch cushion with excitement and nearly crashing into poor Andy.

"That's my cue," Monica said, pressing a kiss to Alexander's cheek before hoisting herself up to her feet and heading over to the kitchen for her purse. Alexander scooted over to be closer to the coffee table, striking a relaxed pose as he watched Trevor and Andy get everything set up.

"Han, are you feeling up for some smoke?" Trevor asked, frowning when he noticed how morose his friend was. Han wasn't always the cheeriest but this was a new level of gloom, even for him- still, he grunted and dragged his folding chair over to the table that Andy had begun clearing cards off of.

Trevor set the bong down on the table, and RJ's eyes lit up when he got a closer look at it. "No shit, is that the same one you had when we were in the dorms?"

"Nostalgic, right?" Trevor shook it from side to side and the clear water inside sloshed around.

"This bong is special to you two?" Andy asked, eyeing it curiously- he'd seen Trevor used the worn (but clean) glass tube many times, but its history had never come up.

"Nope," Trevor snorted. While he did have fond memories of lying on the floor of his dorm room talking about life with RJ when they were younger and dumber, the truth was… "RJ's just impressed I still have it because he breaks all of his after a month."

"That's not-" RJ's knee knocked the bong off the table and it was only saved from shattering by Andy's quick reflexes; the athletic young man caught it inches from the floor and gently returned it to its proper place. Trevor waved his hands vaguely at RJ, as if to say, see?, and RJ lifted his own hands. "Hey, IN MY DEFENSE… I am a little drunk right now. Looking forwards to being crossfaded though."

"Nice catch man," Alexander complimented Andy- though he and Trevor were acquainted through Monica, this was his first time meeting Andy, and he'd already developed a bit of a man-crush on the big guy. "You play sports?"

"Nah, used to play some basketball in high school though," Andy shrugged. "I do a game of pick up every now and then for fun though."

"Well, you're shredded," Alexander said, eyeing Andy's arms enviously.

"What, you mean this?" Andy flexed, bouncing his grapefruit sized bicep up and down a few times, and he gave a cocky grin. "I work out every now and then."

RJ whistled appreciatively, leaning over and pressing a finger into the peak of Andy's bicep as hard as he could. "That's sick bro."

"I gotta say, it's nice to have a man around the house," Trevor joked, slipping into the empty spot on the couch next to Andy.

"Yup," Andy yanked his boyfriend close and pressed a kiss onto his head. "And I've got the best one in the world right here."

Everyone in the room groaned and looked away as Andy showered Trevor with kisses, which Trevor was powerless to stop no matter how hard he shoved Andy away so instead he just surrendered to the onslaught and accepted the love. He pulled his face out of from the spot it was nestled into Andy's chest (truthfully, he could have stayed a bit longer) and peeked up at Andy; the two gazed into each others eyes and smiled at each other like they had a secret… which, of course, they did.

Not everyone was so impressed by the saccharine display though, and Monica broke the moment by loudly clearing her throat. Trevor and Andy separated (slightly) and Monica shook the bag of marijuana in her hands like she was ringing a bell as she called the meeting to order.

"Okay, well, now that we're done with the PDA," she said, a sour look flashing on her face for a moment as she side-eyed Andy, and she loaded up the bowl while she spoke. "Since I bought the weed, I get to decide who takes the first hit, and I think it should be Trevor since he so graciously invited us all over to his new place like I've been begging him to do for weeks now, and I think he deserves a little treat for it."

"Thank you Monica, for both the weed, and the attitude," Trevor snickered, and Monica smiled at him as she passed him the bong. Trevor picked up his lighter and clicked it on, staring at the flame for a moment, then he lifted it into the air for an impromptu toast. "To things going well for once."

Everyone (except for Han, who was still moping) cheered as Trevor lit the weed and the water began heating up, and a minute later, Trevor was exhaling a plume of skunk scented smoke. Greedily, RJ tried to snatch the bong from him, but Trevor batted his hand away ("Let someone else have some before you hog it all") and handed it across the table to Alexander. Alexander accepted the bong with a smile, but instead of taking a hit, he offered it to Monica.

"Ladies first?" he said, doing a half-decent smolder that made him look rather suave, and she gasped with mock delight.

"Why thank you babe!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick peck on the lips as she grabbed the bong from him. She toyed with the stem suggestively for a moment and eyed the other boys seated across from her. "At least someone here knows how to treat a woman right."

"Ma'am, you're surrounded by homos," Trevor deadpanned.

"Exactly," Monica took a deliberate, luxurious pull from the bong, then slowly exhaled the smoke like a queen. "So you should be worshipping me."

"We got Han, Trevor, bisexual king Andy," RJ counted them up on his fingers, scrunching his forehead with exertion as he did simple math, and he pondered the three digits he had extended before lifting up his head and smirking at Alexander. "The straight boys are getting outnumbered dude."

Alexander winced and scratched his beard. "Uh, actually I'm also bisexual…"

"Nooooooooo!" RJ cried out, horrified by the betrayal. "You can't leave me alone with them! I can't be a minority!"

"Hey, you're all minorities," Trevor began, locking eyes with Monica, and the two of them finished the joke in unison. "You're in the Glee Club."

"See?" RJ's hands flailed as he watched the two of them cackle. "How am I supposed to know what that means?"

Alexander, too normal to know what to make of any of that, busied himself by taking his turn with the bong, fading into the background for a moment as Monica, Trevor, and RJ bantered back and forth. He slowly released smoke from his nostrils as Monica and Trevor made more jokes he didn't understand, and Andy caught his eye through the smoke and gestured at the three friends with a good natured (but long suffering) smile. Solidarity between boyfriends, he seemed to be saying.

Alexander offered Andy the bong, but to his surprise, the big guy politely waved it away. "Nah, I'm not into that stuff."

"Okay well if he's giving up his turn, I'm taking it," RJ said, snapping into attention the second weed was up for grabs. He snatched the bong out of Alexander's hands before anyone could protest and he leaned in to take a hit, pausing an inch away from the bong to tease Andy before going in. "I swear, you must be the one guy on the planet that those anti-drug programs worked on."

Alexander eyed Andy curiously. "Dude, you don't smoke?"

"I try to stay sober," Andy shrugged, a bit uncomfortable- the truth was, he used to partake in substances, but after a few months as a body snatcher magnet, the idea of taking anything mind altering sounded awful to him. "I just don't like anything that makes me feel like I'm not in control."

"Really?" Monica raised her eyebrow and pinched her lips tight- something she did when she smelled bullshit. "Because I seem to recall you going pretty wild at a bar downtown a few weeks back."

The pointed undertones of her comment were not lost on anyone, and the mood in the room instantly became a lot tenser. Andy's shoulders fell, and Trevor winced- Monica had made it clear to him many times that she had a lot of issues with Andy, but he'd thought that she would behave herself at a party and not take the chance to bring it up to the poor guy's face. And apparently he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

"Monica, honey, don't," Alexander grabbed his girlfriend gently by the shoulder and murmured in her ear, glancing over awkwardly at Andy and Trevor. "You promised."

"What? I'm just saying," Monica brushed him off and waved her hands in the air like she was presenting invisible evidence. She glanced around the room, waiting for someone to challenge her. "The man says he doesn't drink or do drugs, meanwhile half of my girlfriends have stories about him getting plastered and grinding up on them. Am I wrong?"

She wasn't wrong- she was just missing a few crucial details.

"I… wasn't myself then," Andy answered diplomatically, and Monica hummed.

"Seems to happen to you a lot," Monica said with a disapproving glare. "A little bit too much for a guy with a really nice boyfriend."

Andy couldn't meet Monica's eyes and instead looked glumly at the coffee table, a boulder of guilt pressing down on his back. The couple had decided early on that it would be safest to keep Andy's "condition" a secret- if word got out, it could put him at even more risk than he already was -but the downside of this was that the boys had no explanation for why "Andy" would periodically ditch Trevor to go on wild sprees… or for why Trevor kept taking him back afterwards.

As far as anyone was concerned, Andy was just an incurable playboy who relapsed often, and Trevor was the sorry sap who was letting himself be treated like shit.

As usual, when Andy wasn't able to defend himself, Trevor stepped in. Resting one hand on the small of his boyfriend's back for support, Trevor put on his most stern voice. "Monica, we've talked about this. I know it seems weird but Andy and I are happy, and I really don't like it when you talk badly about him."

"I'm just looking out for you Trevor," Monica placed a hand on the table and leaned in, her voice softening to what Trevor liked to call her "mom voice," and Trevor bit his lip. "You're young and you're innocent-"

RJ pause his toke to interrupt her. "Uh, you're like a year older than us."

"Exactly, babies," Monica said without missing a beat. "And mama here has seen tons of guys like this who think that just because they're hot shit that they can toy around with guys and girls, and it never works out. You can't trust a player, and I think you deserve someone who's going to be there for you."

Her eyes snapped suddenly to Andy's with such intensity that everyone else flinched, and she glared at him like a lioness. Andy was a foot taller than her and twice as broad, but that didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. "Which is why I want you to know that, I see you, I am watching you, and if you keep playing around with my sweet boy then I'm gonna have to end you."

"Monica! Too far!" Alexander put his hand on her chest and gently reigned her back in; she allowed him, but kept her eyes on Andy. Monica's beleaguered boyfriend rushed to apologize. "Dude, I'm so sorry-"

"No, don't apologize," Andy said, to everyone's surprise. Despite the daggers Monica was shooting his way, he seemed calm, and he looked her dead in the eyes. "She's just looking out for him because she loves him, I get that. I love him too." One of his hands drifted down to Trevor's, and the two laced their fingers together. Andy focused on the warmth of their connection, and smiled sadly. "And I really wish that I could be a better man for him."

Monica stared at their interlocked hands for a second, eyes narrowing, then she leaned back. Apparently appeased for the moment, she pulled the bong away from RJ and began to reload it in a gesture of goodwill. Trevor let out a sigh of relief and slumped into Andy's shoulder.

"Hey, Han, is your date coming?" Trevor said, eager to change the subject, and all eyes shifted towards the silent young man. "He was invited too."

"Oh yeah!" Monica jumped in, sounding much more cheerful now that she was no longer in attack mode. "Rex, right? I saw his picture on the LGBT+ Society's page, he's cute! When's he getting here?"

Everyone stared at Han expectantly, and his eyes flicked from face to face. Clearly a bit uncomfortable, he shuffled in his seat and clutched his phone so tight that knuckles whitened, and then he scowled.

"Rex actually dumped me because he was, quote, 'kinda bored with me,'" Han said bitterly. "So no, don't think he's coming."

Silence settled over the room, punctuated only by a few coughs from RJ, who had inhaled too fast.

"That sucks dude," the stoner wheezed out, then he extended the bong towards Han. "You can have the next hit, sounds like you need it."

Han grabbed the bong and took the biggest, angriest hit anyone in the room had ever seen, and then jumped to his feet and stormed out of the room. Trevor rose to follow but Monica put her hand on his arm and stopped him- the guy definitely needed a moment to cool off before he was ready for any sort of human interaction.

"Okay I'm officially banishing this negative energy," RJ declared, exhaling another puff of smoke that no one realized he'd been holding in. "Let's smoke until we all forget everything that just happened."

Murmurs of agreement from the other partygoers, and Monica fished another baggie out of her purse.

In truth, Han didn't want to be a party pooper, but it was difficult for him to be around happy people when he was feeling so miserable. Han had always been unlucky in love, something he bitterly attributed to being an Asian who didn't fit into the neat stereotypes of "soft and submissive twink" or "dominant bro" that all the guys expected. People didn't want plain, chubby dudes like him. They wanted big hunks like Andy, or pretty little twinks like Trevor. And who was he to blame them? He wanted the same things.

He'd thought he'd found a kindred spirit in Trevor when they'd met freshmen year, but just when he'd finally worked up the courage to ask the other boy out, Andy had materialized out of thin air and snatched him away. Stupid, impossibly handsome Andy who was bigger and better than Han would ever be or could ever hope to compete with. In a desperate bid for companionship, Han had thrown himself into a string of failed relationships, but no matter how low he lowered his standards, things never worked out for him.

Han threw open the first door that he found which was, ironically enough, Trevor's bedroom. It figured that the only time he would ever end up in Trevor's bed was when he was plopping himself down on it to stew in his bitterness. The young man buried his head in his hands and sighed, then a glint of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Momentarily distracted from his doom spiral, Han glanced over at Trevor's nightstand and saw a ring sitting on top of it.

That's strange, he thought. Trevor doesn't wear jewelry.

Curious, he scooped it up for a closer look. A thick band of smooth, shiny gold with intricate patterns carved into the interior and a few clear gems dotting the outside at strategic points, and Han found himself mesmerized by the way the stones caught the light and twinkled. It was a beautiful ring but not Trevor's style- perhaps it was a gift from Andy, a sign their relationship was getting more serious.

The thought made jealousy bubble up from his belly and his head swam- the weed must be hitting him harder than he'd thought. The metal of the ring felt tingled against his skin and for some reason, he put it on, to feel for a moment what it would be like to have what he wanted in his grasp. Then the door flew open and when Han looked up, he saw Trevor's boyfriend standing there, with a stupid smile on his stupidly handsome face, with his stupidly big muscles, and his-

"Oh hey dude I…" Andy blinked, whatever thought was in his head disappearing into a puff of smoke. "I completely forgot what I came in here for."

The ring glimmered on his finger.

Do it.

Han reached out.

---

"Is it too much to ask for one normal night?" Andy yelled at the universe, grunting as he threw his body into door. "Or at least that I switch into somebody with some muscles?"

It had all happened so fast. One second he was sitting on the couch with Trevor, then it seemed like he blinked and he was alone in Trevor's room with his weird friend Han, and then Han had the ring, and then… he was trapped. In Han's body, and in Trevor's room, because Han (who had been thrilled with his new digs) had jammed a chair or something on the other side of the door and now Andy couldn't get it open. He could have busted down the door in a second if he were himself, but unfortunately, all of his hard earned muscles had been commandeered by a creep, so he had to make do with what he had.

Which isn't much, he though to himself, glaring down at Han's weak body with distaste.

Andy was an open-minded guy who did his best not to judge other people- he was blessed, he knew that! Not everybody had the time and genetics to build the kind of body that he had. But it was hard to be body positive when stuck with a body that wasn't his own, and once again, he was short and fat. Before puberty hit him like a sledgehammer and transformed him into an Adonis, Andy had been a chubby kid, so being in Han's body made him feel like he was twelve again. Small and powerless.

Andy channeled his frustration into another charge at the door and succeeded at nudging it open another inch, although the force of the blow made his borrowed shoulder throb. Nasty bruises were already forming, but hey- not his body.

He needed to get out of there now. Andy would freely admit that he was the jealous type and he'd never liked the way that Han looked at his boyfriend- Trevor was like the sun, who could blame the guy for developing a crush? But Trevor was his, and now that Han was him, there was no telling what he would do. The thought of that creep using his body to take advantage of his sweet little guy… using his muscles to sweep the twink off his feet… working Trevor open and fucking him with the massive cock he'd stolen while the real Andy was stuck with a little nub…

The rush of anger gave Andy the push he needed tackle the door at full strength, finally knocking the chair out of the way and sending him stumbling into the hallway. Light, music, and voices filtered down the dark hallway, and Andy scrambled to his feet- only to go crashing right back to the floor when he failed to vault over the fallen chair. (Han's body couldn't make the jump.) Cursing in pain, he half-crawled/half-stumbled down the hallway to the living room and burst in in a panic.

"Trevor, listen, Han found the ring and-"

He blinked as he registered the scene that laid before him- utter chaos.

RJ was running around the room at top speed, ducking and weaving around the furniture as he tried to escape Alexander, who was in hot pursuit behind him and gaining ground fast. They nearly plowed into Andy's own body, which Andy was standing dumbstruck in the middle of the room, both hands buried in the front of his jeans as whoever was in it fondled his with a dazed expression of shock. Poor Monica was pacing back and forth, babbling to herself as she grabbed her own breasts, while Trevor was standing dumbly by the entrance to the hallway, munching on a bag of chips.

Andy grabbed him by the shoulder. "Trevor?"

"Huh?" Trevor droned, looking at Andy with dumb, bloodshot eyes. He snickered at something funny in his head and slumped over onto Andy's shoulder. "Han, dude, I'm so high right now. I hallucinated I was the Hulk for a minute there, like, I was ripped. Everyone's gone crazy, lol."

Okay so not Trevor, Andy thought to himself. This must be the real RJ, which meant the one being chased by Alexander's body must be someone else- the golden ring glinting off of his finger confirmed it. But who was it? Was Trevor still trying to get the ring from Han? Or had Trevor already gotten it, and was now trying to keep it away from him? His questions were answered when "Alexander" caught up to "RJ" and managed to grab him by the waist.

"You can't stop me!" RJ's body taunted, struggling against his captor. It was clear that RJ's body was no match for Alexander's track and field trained muscles, but when Han stretched RJ's long arm out as far as it could go, he managed to grab onto Andy's body. With a flash, he was free, and he finished his sentence with Andy's voice. "With this ring, I can be anyone!"

He made a break for the door, but Trevor (the real Trevor, using Alexander's body) tossed RJ's body aside and dove for Han's legs, managing to send them both crashing to the ground. The two tussled for a moment, and while Andy's body clearly had the upper hand in terms of strength, Han was uncoordinated and caught off-guard, so he elected to retreat by hopping over to Monica's body as it passed by.

This turned out to be a mistake as he could barely walk in her shoes, and he wasn't able to hobble far before Trevor was upon him- but Han managed to catch Trevor unaware and switched the two of them, leaving him as the track and field star and Trevor in heels. Trevor had the presence of mind to take one of the heels off and throw it at Han's back, and Han gave a yelp and tripped into Trevor's body, sending chips flying everywhere. Meanwhile, whoever had been swapped from Monica's body into Andy's was grabbing his crotch again, but the expression on his face was one of relief rather than confusion.

"Oh thank god," Alexander groaned, thrilled to be anatomically male again, then his eyes widened when he realized the scale of the anatomy he held. "Oh my god!"

He gaped down at Andy's cock, then seemed to register Andy's pecs were also obstructing his view, and he reached up to cup them in his hands. A grin split his face as he began flexing, doing stereotypical macho-man poses as he geeked out over the incredible musculature he now possessed. Before he could get too comfortable, he was sent crashing back to Earth when RJ's body crashed into him and grabbed him by the hand, zapping him out of his dream body. He squeezed one of his skinny new arms and sighed.

A lot happened in the next few seconds as the partygoers tussled on the floor. RJ's body had Trevor's body the arm, while Monica's body was pounding her fists into Alexander's body, while Alexander's body was trying to hobble away while Trevor's body was curled around its legs, Andy's body was trapped on the floor being stepped on by all of them, and the real Andy's head was spinning as he tried to keep up with who was who.

"Trev?" he asked. "Where are you?"

Monica's body turned to glare at him, and Andy would recognize that look on any face.

"I told you, nothing good ever happens at parties!" Trevor huffed.

After they'd gotten the ring back, fixed all of the switches, and then gaslit their friends into thinking that they'd smoked some bad weed and had a very vivid group hallucination, Trevor decided that he'd better keep the ring in a harder to find place from then on.

Part Two

[fratttymatty]

Influenced

(All characters are 18+)

Elliot Turner had always been the kind of guy who thought three steps ahead. He was clever, witty, the kind of kid who spent his time buried in books and online articles about philosophy, science, and the complexities of human nature. At 18, he was getting ready to graduate from his small town in England, a place where he knew everyone but had always felt like an outsider. Being gay wasn’t the issue; he’d come out years ago and had the support of his best friends. But it was the rest of his life that always felt a little... off. His intellect set him apart from others. It made him feel different—and sometimes, alone.

Lately, though, Elliot couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe he was tired of being the smart, introspective guy. He envied those people—those influencers, effortlessly cool, living these perfect, carefree lives. He’d always thought they were shallow, superficial. But now? The idea of shedding his complex self and becoming someone who just fit in seemed more and more tempting.

Then, one day, he saw an ad pop up on his screen. “Want to become who you were always meant to be? Unlock your true potential with the Perfect Persona Transformation!” It promised something extraordinary: a complete transformation into the person of your dreams. The ad had a picture of a glowing, confident guy with perfect teeth and an even more perfect smile. It was tempting, irresistible in its simplicity.

Elliot wasn’t someone who typically fell for gimmicks, but lately, he felt desperate for change. He clicked the link without thinking.

The process was straightforward—too straightforward. Fill out a form with some vague questions about your goals, desires, and personality. He answered quickly, not really caring about the specifics. He was after a life that wasn’t so... complicated.

He clicked "Submit." Paid with his card. And within minutes, he received an email with a link to begin the transformation.

What did he have to lose? Maybe it was a self-help app, maybe some guided meditation, but he was curious now. So, he clicked.

The transformation came fast.

It started with a tingling, a pulse of static electricity that crawled beneath his skin. He felt dizzy, lightheaded, like his body was being rewired from the inside out. His fingers twitched, his chest constricted, and before he could process what was happening, the world around him went white.

When the whiteness cleared, he wasn’t Elliot Turner anymore.

The first thing he noticed was his body—taller, broader, with wide, muscular shoulders and smooth, golden skin. He was... beautiful. His reflection in the mirror was almost too perfect to believe. He ran his hand through his hair and immediately felt it part perfectly down the middle, a tousled, effortlessly styled middle part that framed his face like he was straight off a magazine cover. It was exactly the kind of hair that made people want to touch it.

He stared at himself. His face was chiseled now—strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, lips that looked like they were made for smirking. The kind of face that made people stop and stare.

“Okay,” he muttered, his voice sounding lower, more assured. It had a hint of an accent, Swedish, maybe? And when he looked down at his phone, it wasn’t his old phone. It was new, sleek, almost too shiny, and filled with notifications.

His name wasn’t Elliot anymore.

“Lukas... Vikström?” he said aloud, his lips forming the name like it was part of a new persona that fit him perfectly. Lukas Vikström. Lukas. It rolled off his tongue effortlessly, like it had always been him.

The memories hit him, flooding his mind like a storm. His old life, his real life, seemed so far away now. He was Lukas Vikström, a popular 18-year-old influencer from Stockholm. He was carefree, charming, the kind of guy who posted selfies in designer clothes, surrounded by beautiful people at parties, on yachts, in the best clubs.

He didn’t question it. He didn’t need to. His new life was easy. The weight of his old self, the thinking, the analyzing, the searching for meaning—it was all gone. All that mattered now was looking good, feeling good, and being admired.

The notifications on his phone were endless. Brand deals, new followers, dozens of new comments saying, "Lukas, you're perfect!" "Goals!" "I want to be you!"

He felt something warm spread through his chest. Pride? Maybe. But it felt more like... freedom.

The next morning at school, Lukas walked down the hall, effortlessly gliding through crowds of students. The whole school practically stopped to stare as he passed, everyone whispering about him, wanting to get close.

“Lukas, you’re the best! Let’s take a selfie!” someone shouted.

He grinned. His old self—Elliot—would have rolled his eyes, maybe even scoffed at the idea of taking selfies like it was beneath him. But Lukas? He didn’t even think twice. He struck a pose, effortlessly pulling a perfect, playful smile for the camera, like he'd done it a thousand times before.

He checked his Instagram as he walked, seeing his latest post racking up thousands of likes in a matter of minutes. He didn’t need to think about captions anymore—he just knew what people wanted to hear. A picture of him looking effortlessly perfect, his tousled hair falling just right, his grin radiating the kind of carefree energy people craved.

"Feeling amazing today, guys," he typed, his fingers moving quickly, instinctively. "Hope you’re all living your best life! Be happy, be hot, and don’t let anything hold you back! Love you all ❤️"

And that was it. Lukas Vikström didn’t care about deep thoughts or complicated ideas. He was who everyone wanted to be, and that was enough.

As he walked into his next class, Lukas was already thinking about what brand deal he’d sign next, what he’d post later, who would tag him in their story. It was a game now, and Lukas was playing it better than anyone.

Then came Sofia.

Sofia Johansson was the kind of girl everyone talked about. Her Instagram was practically a shrine to fashion, perfect selfies, and vacay pictures. Blonde, tan, and impossibly beautiful, she made her living out of posting sponsored content for beauty brands and posing at luxury events. But, like many influencers, she was... a bit ditzy.

Her captions were short, often full of emojis and half-thoughts. “Chillin’ at the beach with my fave bikini 💖🌴” or “Can’t believe how amazing this pizza is!!! 🍕😍 #sponsored.”

But despite her ditzy ways, Sofia had a magnetic charm. She didn’t need to be deep. People adored her for it.

The first time Lukas met Sofia, he was at a party—of course, it was a glamorous influencer event. There she was, draped in a designer dress that seemed to sparkle even more than her smile, her hair a perfect cascade of waves. When their eyes met, Lukas felt something stir inside him, something that wasn’t just admiration for her beauty.

She flashed him a playful grin, tilting her head like she was trying to figure him out. “You’re Lukas Vikström, right?” she asked, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

He nodded, offering his most charming smile. “Yeah. And you must be Sofia Johansson.”

“Oh my god, yes! I love your Instagram. You’re, like, totally goals 😍. We should totally collab sometime!” she said, practically bouncing with energy.

Sofia was everything Lukas now wanted—effortlessly glamorous, always in the spotlight, and completely free from any complicated thoughts. She was living in the moment, with no care for deeper meanings. And, to Lukas, that seemed perfect.

Within a week, they were an inseparable duo. Lukas would post pictures of them together, each shot more polished than the last—at parties, at luxury resorts, in the best clubs. Sofia was just as carefree as he was now, matching his vibe perfectly. They were a power couple—beautiful, sought after, adored by millions.

Her ditzy, bubbly personality fit perfectly into Lukas’s new world. They spent hours taking selfies together, posting stories, and planning brand deals. At first, Lukas had thought she might be a bit too... air-headed for him. But he quickly realized—she was perfect. She didn’t question anything. She didn’t think deeply about anything. She just enjoyed life.

And so did Lukas now.

By the time school ended for the day, Lukas was more than just the guy everyone talked about. He was the guy everyone wanted to be.

And as he and Sofia posed for yet another selfie, Lukas couldn’t help but smile.

This was it. This was his life now. The life he was always meant to have. Carefree. Perfect. Hot.

And he wasn’t about to change it for anything.