#Not to COMPLAIN again. This issue was good

[genstyle]

I'm scared of people. Just in general. A soft memory, huh? It was pretty recent but I wanna write it out! I had to leave my house multiple times this month because of pest control issues. I had to do a lot of laundry at a public laundromat. I've done it before and I'll do it again. I'm not comfortable out in public, still. But it was nice. I met a couple of old folks. I did my laundry among other people just trying to pay attention to their own responsibilities. Someone tried to steal my phone when my ADHD got the better of me and I accidentally left it unattended for a couple of minutes. I did get it back thanks to my Dad being there to phone it. I met a mother who seemed more scared of me than any one else in the laundromat. I'm used to it. I'm a tall, masculine looking, creepily quiet, dark skinned indigenous person, after all. She relaxed once I finished using the big washing machine and offered it to her. We joked about the frilly pink sock someone left behind underneath one of the tables. I met another lady who complained about how long the dryers took to get her towels properly dried. She taught me how the extension features of the dryers work! If you put in a couple of quarters before opening the door, then it's cheaper to add a few more minutes that way than starting the cycle again. I complimented the cashier about how fast she's learned to count change. She smiled and laughed at "the useless skill". An asian man came back to the laundromat two hours after leaving because he realized he took the wrong charger after he was done with his laundry. The lady who's charger he took was still there and they exchanged wires and had a good laugh. A taxi driver who was using the car wash next door wandered in at one point and gave every customer there his business card. He bragged about how familiar he was with the local native american community. I didn't want to believe it until I noticed that his business card listed a commonly used airline that I know the Northern Reserves tend to use. If he was confident enough about servicing that place then he wasn't kidding about being familiar with natives. My dad really tried to hold a conversation with that guy. He was interested in the little vocal ticks the man picked up. My dad knows a lot of Native languages and wanted to bother him about dialect. Luckily the man got out of the conversation by needing to go back to his car. A strange old lady tried to ask for my phone number. I spoke with her casually while she was waiting for a ride to pick her up. She kissed my neck when we said farewell. I don't know her name or anything. I overheard a bunch of middle school students who wandered in to buy snacks during their lunch hour talk about what the results of the elections could mean for them going forward. We're in the middle of Canada and even they know the future is concerning. I don't look forward to doing my laundry in public again. We have another pest control appointment in 4 weeks. It's not as scary. It's a weirdly human experience. Just doing laundry. Reminds me a lot of the movie Everything Everywhere All at Once. Next time it's just the physical aspect of dragging tons of clothing around that I'll dislike. The people make it not as scary.

Tell me a soft memory

[cressidagrey]

It's a Love Story - Chapter 5

Summary:

Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.

Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.

And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.

Warning:

Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

“Where’s Az?” Mor asked as Nesta and Cassian entered the dining room at the River House.

“Busy,” Cassian said with a shrug, as he pulled out the chair for his mate, greeting the rest of their family with a smile. 

Mor cocked her head, a small frown appearing on her face. "Busy?" she repeated, a note of curiosity in her voice. "What's he up to?"

Busy. That had been Azriel’s answer to nearly everything after Koshei. Busy.

Even quieter than usual. Keeping away from all of them…and Cassian still heard that one sentence echo in his head. Better me than you. Like somehow Cassians life was worth more than Azriel’s.

Azriel was just being noble and self-sacrificing as usual, right? Cassian knew that his brother didn't really think that way, didn't really believe that his life was worth less than anyone else's. But still, the words haunted him. He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, somewhere, he had let Azriel down. That he hadn't been there when his brother had needed him the most.

Maybe he should have tried to talk to him...when it all went down… but then he hadn't realised what exactly was even going on, until Nesta had flatly laid it out for him one evening. Azriel had gotten over Mor only to fall in love with Elain...and that hadn't ended in his favour either.

Cassian grimaced just thinking about it. Azriel deserved to be happy. Azriel deserved a mate that loved him, a female that fucking adored him…and instead his brother had fallen not just for one, but two unavailable females. 

And Azriel hadn’t complained. Not once. He had never let it show.

He always kept his emotions hidden under that stoic mask of his, like he was afraid of letting anyone see how much he was hurting. Cassian knew that Azriel would never ask for help, that he would never admit that he needed someone to talk to. But that didn't mean that he didn't need it. 

Cassian just wished that he could find a way to get Azriel to open up, to let him in…that wouldn’t involve beating him to a bloody pulp. 

Azriel acted like everything was fine. Azriel acted like he didn't care. Cassian knew that it was a mask, knew that it wasn't the truth...but Azriel liked to pretend it was...and maybe it was better to let him pretend. 

It wasn't like he was hurting anybody with it, right? He was doing his work just as well as he always did...and if he wanted to spend his free time reading Sellyn Drake books, maybe they should just let him do that…maybe it made him feel better. 

"Maybe he's seeing his secret girlfriend," Cassian drawled.

Mor snorted at that suggestion. "Please," she said with a roll of her eyes. "As if Azriel would ever have time for a girlfriend, let alone a secret one."

"You would be surprised," Cassian muttered under his breath. Apparently Azriel had time for reading Sellyn Drake novels while locked into his room, after all. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mor wondered. "He has been...distant lately," she said with a pout.

Cassian could only stare at her. Mor couldn't be serious right now, could she?

Of course, Azriel was distant to her. Mor had fucking broken his heart and trampled on it to top it off. And Cassian had helped her with through the years. He probably owed Azriel an apology for that as well.

And still, Azriel hadn’t complained. Azriel hadn’t called them out. Azriel had taken it silently. Had even congratulated Mor when her Mating Bond with Emerie had snapped. Had been painfully polite, making painfully sure that he didn’t cross any lines, didn’t make Emerie uncomfortable in any way. 

"Just leave him be," Cassian said with a shrug. "He's reading Sellyn Drake novels, he'll be fine,” he waved her off. 

Rhys nearly spit his wine over the table and instead started coughing violently. "Azriel is reading Sellyn Drake novels?!" he asked Cassian with an incredious stare.

"Apparently he has trust in Nesta's taste of literature," Cassian answered easily.

Mor raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sellyn Drake novels?" she repeated, eyeing Cassian like he had gone mad. "Since when does Azriel read those kinds of books? He's not exactly the...romantic type."

Or maybe there just never had been a single person that had appreciated that side of his brother. Who knew what Azriel actually was into. 

Elain and Mor weren’t similar in the slightest after all. 

Cassian shrugged. "Maybe he's expanding his horizons," he said with a grin. "Or maybe he just wants to see what the fuss is all about. After all, Sellyn Drake is...surprisingly good. Or so I've heard, anyway." He gave a sidelong glance to Nesta, who simply rolled her eyes at him.

Still, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rhys play absentmindedly with the stem of the wine glass. There was something there...between Rhys and Azriel that Cassian couldn't quite put his finger on. Some kind of tension...some kind of...something.

But lately, it had seemed like that tension had only been getting worse. Like they were both holding something back, like they were both waiting for the other shoe to drop. Cassian couldn't help wondering what would happen when that tension finally snapped.

***

"Winnowing or flying?" Azriel asked Sky as they stepped out into the icy early winter air.

"I...I can't...fly?" Sky answered haltingly, looking at him with these devastating blue eyes. They were beautiful. Not a light blue, not a teal, not bordering on violet…just beautiful near cobalt blue. She probably would match his siphons, he reflected weakly. 

"I'll fly, I'll carry you," he gave back with a chuckle. She stared at him like he was insane, her cheeks reddening.

"I...I...you...can...can't carry me. I am too...heavy," she mumbled. Now it was his turn to stare at her.

Azriel couldn't help but scoff at that. "Too heavy?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm an Illyrian warrior,” he told her drily. “I could carry a full-grown male into battle if I had to,and I have dragged full-grown males off the battlefield…I can carry you.” 

Azriel couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Was she...was she seriously trying to tell him that she was too heavy for him to carry? She just so reached the middle of his chest! She definitely wasn't thin...her body was covered with soft flesh and lush curves, every inch of it soft and inviting...but even if she weighed twice her weight, he would easily be able to carry her. She would probably weigh next to nothing to him.

And yet, he could sense the insecurity in her voice, the way she didn't quite believe that he could carry her.

He stepped closer to her, placing his hand gently under her chin and tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "You are beautiful," he said softly, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "And I don't care how much you weigh, I can carry you. I want to carry you. Because you are mine and I will always protect you, no matter what."

Her breath hitched at that, and he could see the warmth spreading through her cheeks as her heart began to race. She looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes of hers, her lips parted slightly in surprise and wonder. "You...you really mean that?" she whispered, her voice soft and shaky. "You...you don't mind how big I am?"

Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, I don't mind," he said gently. "I think you are absolutely perfect just the way you are. And if I have to carry you to prove it, then that is what I will do." And without another word, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as easily.

She squeaked as they shot up in the sky and then she laughed, the sound bright and beautiful

They soared through the sky together, the wind blowing through their hair and clothes as they flew. The City of Starlight sprawled out beneath them, a beautiful tapestry of color and light. Azriel held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the sound of her heartbeat pulsing in rhythm with his own. He knew that he could never tire of this feeling, of having her in his arms like this.

Sky looked up at him with a smile, her eyes shining with happiness and excitement. "I love this," she breathed.

How very fitting it was for the female that called herself Sky to love flying.

"Good," Azriel said softly, his voice full of warmth. "Because we can do this anytime you want, sweetheart."

They soared higher and higher, until the city below them was nothing but a sparkling sea of lights. Azriel was in his element up here, his wings powerful and graceful as they sliced through the air. He could feel the wind whipping through his hair, the cold night air stinging his skin. But he didn't mind, not with her in his arms. In fact, he felt more alive than he had in months. Years, even.

He flew a loping circle over Velaris, towards the Lake House the shadows had purchased and he thanked them mentally for their foresight. He couldn't very well bring Sky home to the House of Wind...but here...he could take her. It was private and safe...and if the expression of her face was anything to go by, she loved it.

He angled his body towards the Lake House, gliding towards it with expert precision. As they approached, Azriel saw the soft glow of the lights in the windows, the gentle sway of the curtains in the breeze. The lake glittered in the moonlight, the surface of the water undisturbed and serene. It was the perfect place to bring her, a place that he felt she would love just as much as he did.

"You live here?" she wondered, wonder in her voice as she took in the sight.

Azriel felt a warm swell of pride in his chest as he landed smoothly on the deck of the house. "Yes," he said simply, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she marveled at the house. "I wanted a private place," he admitted. "Somewhere quiet and peaceful, where I could escape from the chaos of my life for a little while.I haven't been there long though, it’s still a work in progress…" he warned her. More like 2 hours before he had met her. "But I love it."

He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he stepped back. "Come on," he said softly, holding out his hand to her. "Let me show you inside."

The shadows skittered inside as soon as he opened the door, like a bunch of little busybodies, rightening the curtains there, fluffing pillows on the couch...It seemed to amuse Sky though. "You must ne...never have to deal with a mes...messy kitchen," she teased him

Azriel chuckled at that. "No, the shadows don't like when things are out of place,”  he admitted.

It wasn't a lie. But then he didn't like it either. 

Like a moth pulled to the flame, Sky was pulled towards his bookcases, fingertips tripping over the spines as she hungrily read the titles.

Azriel suddenly hoped that the shadows had put something other than Sellyn Drake novels in the bookcase, because otherwise he was going to look like a fucking stalker.

He watched with a mix of amusement and apprehension as she examined the bookshelves, his heart pounding in his chest. *Please,* he silently pleaded to the shadows, *please tell me you didn't leave those Sellyn Drake novels on the shelf.* Because if she saw those, it would be disastrous.

The shadows seemed weirdly frozen in place.

"You read Sel...Sellyn Drake?" Sky asked him, sounding delighted and shocked at the same time.

Azriel groaned inwardly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "I...yes, I do," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I...There is...I...I need to tell you something."

"Te...Tell me som...something?" Sky asked, turning towards him, these big beautiful eyes staring at him.

"I...It wasn't a coincidence that I was in that bar tonight," he told her, watching as she stared at him. "The shadows told me to go."

"The...The shad...shadows?" she asked him, looking utterly shocked.

"I...I told them...a few weeks ago...to...find me somebody that....that I could love...somebody that I could make happy. A wife," Azriel admitted. "You were the one they picked."

She stared at him, her mouth falling open slightly. Azriel braced himself for her reaction, not sure what to expect. Would she be angry? Scandalized? Horrified that he had sent his shadows to find him a wife?

She stared at him wide-eyed. "You...You as…asked yo…your sha..shadows to fi…find you a wi…wife?!" she asked him, repeating his words back at him.

He could feel his cheeks reddening but nodded nonetheless. "...are you angry?" he asked her weakly.

Sky stared at him for a moment, but then she shook her head. "No, No...no, I'm not," she repeated again, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm...I'm flat…flattered, actually...Though...though I am cu..curious what it…what it was about me that...made…made them pick me," she admitted.

For the first time in his life, his shadows talked to somebody other than Azriel. *We thought you would treat Master like you treat your cat,* the shadows told her brightly.

She blinked at the bunch of shadows that had gathered in front of her.

"You...You...You want me to...treat Az..Azriel like...like a cat?" she asked them incrediously.

Azriel spluttered, his cheeks burning with mortification. He hadn't expected the shadows to be so blunt, and the idea of her treating him like a cat was...well, it was absurd, to say the least. He wanted her to be his mate, his equal, not to treat him as if he were some kind of pet.

"No, no," he quickly interjected, trying to salvage the situation. "They...they don't mean it like that, Sky. The shadows have their own...unique way of looking at things. Please just...just forget they ever said that."

Sky fixed him with a look. "What do you mean?" she asked the shadows.

*You love your cat,* the shadows said quickly. *You buy him ridiculous overpriced Tuna, and you let him sleep in your bed and you scratch him behind the ears. You even knitted him a sweater!*

Azriel winced, feeling his embarrassment and mortification rising even further. 

"That...thats not important," he mumbled, feeling like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting from embarrassment. "The shadows...they have a habit of exaggerating things. Just...please, don't take them too seriously. I'm not expecting you to treat me like a cat, I swear."

Sky looked at him, then at the Shadows, then at Azriel again. She seemed to be lost in thought, clearly trying to decipher what the shadows meant.

"You..You want your mas…master to be tre…treated...well?" Sky finally asked the shadows, her tone of voice serious. "You pick…picked me because I...be..because I was nice to my cat?" she asked them curiously.

*You are so kind,* the shadows said softly. And so pretty. And we knew you would treat Master well and wouldn't judge him.*

Sky blushed at the compliment.

Azriel felt a sense of relief wash over him as the conversation shifted away from the whole "cat" thing. He had to admit, the shadows were right. Sky had been nothing but kind and considerate towards him since they met, and he was grateful for that. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.

"Look...I apologize for the shadows' behavior," he said to Sky, his voice soft. "They can be a bit...blunt, sometimes."

"I…I un…understand where they are com…coming from," she said nearly thoughtfully. "They just...want to see you hap…happy?" she said carefully and he nodded.

"Yes."

"Though they…they don't seem to have much of a sense of boun…boundaries," Sky said with a laugh. "You hid in my apartment didn't you?" she asked the shadows.

Azriel cringed as the shadows seemed to twirl in agreement. He had hoped that particular detail would have gone unnoticed, but he should have known better. Sky was too observant for her own good.

"Yes, they did," he admitted reluctantly. "I'm sorry about that. They...they have a tendency to go where they please."

Sky still mustered the shadows that were twitching in front of her

"I…I prom…promise to t…treat your ma…master well." Sky said seriously. "He's my mate."

Azriel felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The sound of that word coming from her lips made his knees weak.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them and taking her hands in his. "And I promise to treat you well too," he swore fervently. 

"And I'll…I’ll even knit him a swea…sweater," Sky continued, looking at the shadows.. "I…I don't know if he likes Tu…tuna, but I'll…buy him some… sweets."

He couldn’t help but laugh at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her that was almost overwhelming. "Sky," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "You don't have to do any of that for me. Just being with you is more than I could ever ask for.But...if you are willing to knit me a sweater, I surely won't say no to it," he added with a laugh. "And maybe you could try scratching me behind the ears too, just in case the shadows are right."

He meant it as a joke, but there was a part of him that was secretly delighted by the idea of her spoiling and doting on him. Maybe, just maybe, the shadows were onto something after all.

"And...who knows, maybe I'll develop a taste for Tuna," he added, grinning playfully. "As long as it's the fancy kind, that is."

He kissed her forehead gently, holding her close for a moment longer before finally pulling away. "But Sky…you don’t have to do all of that…Just being with you is enough."

She smiled up at him, beautiful and blinding and he couldn't help but kiss her.

As his lips met hers, Azriel felt a wave of warmth and tenderness wash over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the shadows, not the world outside, nothing but her.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers as he caught his breath. 

"You…You can absolutely sleep in my bed with me," she whispered. "Or I'll sleep in yours," she offered, a grin on her face... and that was all he needed to hear, as he picked her up again.

[starkasaaa]

Gallagher, the type of man who...

Who, when you came to his house, specifically began to forget the lunch you cooked for him, so that you would have a reason to stop by his work and bring it to him personally. From the very beginning, he forgot it simply because he was not used to such care, but then he began to twist it to his advantage.

Who behaves with restraint and quietly when he starts to get jealous. If he sees how some man starts to flirt with you, then he will not interfere in it or make a scene in front of everyone, just when you come home he will directly ask you "do you by any chance regret your relationship with me?"

Who, when he finds out that you are jealous of him, throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom in order to "resolve issues like adults" or simply prove his dog-like loyalty to you. If some girl starts flirting with him at a bar, he will simply show her his hand with a wedding ring on the ring finger, so that all her questions will disappear.

Who will often use your height difference as a reason to tease you. For example, if you can't get something from the top shelf and you ask him to do it, he will pretend that he didn't hear you and bend down to you lower to ask again. In the end, he will simply lift you by the waist so that you can get what you need yourself, but don't think that he will let you go for the next couple of hours. He also really loves it when you pull him by the tie for a kiss.

Who will decorate cocktails for you in a special way every time you come to his bar, and he will even add a cocktail with your name to the menu.

Who has bear paws. If he finally has the opportunity to take a day off, he will hold you in his arms all day.

Who is very good at cooking. He loves to cook meat, for example, pork steak in cognac-honey sauce. (He just knows that he looks attractive when his hands are working.)

Who, when you come to his bar after work and complain about how tired you are, after a few glasses of alcohol, starts pouring you juice so that you don’t drink too much, and then puts a cold tin can to your cheek so that you don’t fall asleep at the bar counter.

Who pricks you with his stubble during kisses, and when you complain about it, he laughs and just pulls you closer to him, starting to kiss you harder.

Who eats you out like the hungriest man in this world.

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

When Blake took over the White Fang and convinced Jaune to work for her, to show how humans and faunus can get along, he thought that was a wonderful idea. Instead she makes him do these demeaning things, like he is the pet. And he won't complain, since people might take that as him being "racist". So he has to do stuff like wearing something revealing, letting her sit on his face like a throne, worshipping her perfect ass, etc. Go wild.

As he walked through the WF base corridors, Jaune contemplated his true worth in the organization. Despite his tactical genius and quick-witted planning, Blake and the other WF members treated him like a second-class citizen. Often talking down to him, ignoring his suggestions, and even treating him like a pet. While he was sure it was because he was human, he could wrap his head around some of the other issues he had within the white fang.

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"Umm...Blake...isn't this outfit.....a bit too revealing?"

The outfit he wore comprised of small black shorts that clung to his groin creating a bulging outline of his cock, a small black bow tie around his neck, a pair of cufflinks around his wrists, and a pair of blondie bunny ears sat atop his head. All the while a deep crimson blush covered his face.

"You're fine. It's just something to help you fit in better" she assured him, discreetly licked her lips hungrily.

He shuffled a bit but ultimately believed her words. "If you say so..."

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The new and revealing uniform was only the start. Soon after he got it, she began ordering him to perform various tasks for her like carrying some documents, massaging her feet, or rubbing her back. Simple and innocent tasks, but not very WF-related. Then she caught him off guard by asking him to massage her rear.

"Hmm...Just like that" she moaned

His large hand kneaded her pale cheeks like dough, rubbing and squeezing them gently with his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He tried his best to avoid staring for too long as she decided to forgo pants, leaving her ass exposed save for a tiny thong that barely covered anything. Each time he spread her cheeks, he caught glimpses of her puckered asshole, twitching with arousal.

"I.....Is this....fine?" He asked a massive blush on his face.

"Yes, it is~" Blake purred. "But~..."

She partially turned around, lifting her upper body so she could look at him better. "It would be even better is you could kiss it"

Jaune nearly did a spit-take at her request. Asking her to repeat herself. she confirmed that she wanted him to literally kiss her ass. He was hesitant at first, but seeing her pleading amber eyes broke him. Swallowing his pride and nervousness, he leaned down and planted a quick kiss on one of her cheeks. Just as he was about to raise himself up, he felt Blake's hand swiftly push him back down. His mouth landing directly on her asshole.

He yelped in shock, his cry vibrating against her twitching hole. Looking upwards he saw Blake staring at him, lust in her eyes.

"you call that a kiss? You can do better than that~"

While he was sure she was teasing, Jaune felt threatening under-tones in her voice. Obeying her command, he puckered his lips once more and began kissing her asshole. Occasionally licking it with his tongue causing it to pucker up even more. Blake laid her down pleased with his actions, moaning and commenting on how good he was. they continued like this for 30 minutes until she let him up and kissed his cheek as thanks.

"What the heck Blake?!" he complained, the faunus rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Calm down, Jaune. It was in the heat of the moment you know. Besides, I know you liked it" She retorted. His silence and massive blush confirmed her suspicions.

"Well...um...Just.....don't do that again please" he begged, "it's kinda embarrassing"

She nodded and smirked, clearly unintending to obey his wishes.

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Over time, Jaune and Blake's relationship became a bit more personal.

Jaune moaned as he leaned against the hallway wall. To his left, Blake leaned into him with a smile, her right hand reaching into his shorts and groping his cock.

"Blake..." he panted "Someone might..."

She ignored his warnings, instead licking her lips as she felt his pre-cum covering her hand. Her fingers delicately squeezed his length in a vice-like grip, using his pre for lube, she began stroking him off from within the confines of his shorts, his pre-cum creating a dark stain inside his shorts. Hearing his moans, she purred with delight, keeping at a steady pace as she felt his squirm from her grasp.

"Let them...." She purred, "As high leader, they would care if I play with my pet......I mean partner in public~"

Jaune raised an eye at her comment. *did she just say pet*

He wanted to ask, but her sudden increased grip caused him to cry out in shock and pleasure. She nearly came when he looked at her, his face covered in blush and panting like a dog. without warning, she wrapped her free hand around his head and pulled him into a deep kiss, moaning delightedly as he came into her hand. Blake pulled away and looked down, marveling at the volume of cum, most of it leaking from his shorts onto the ground.

"Wow...You cum more than a horse faunus" She complimented.

Raising her cum cover hand to her face, she took a quick lick, humming pleased with its taste. It was fairly sweet and kinda tart too, the diet she put him on worked wonders for his taste. She started walking away from the scene, giving her hand a tongue bath along the way.

"Also you should clean yourself up before someone finds you. It a shame if they saw you came on yourself." she teaseded

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Jaune sighed, those, at least to him, were the most tame incomparison to some of the other tasks he's done. though he'd be lying if he said he didn't somewhat enjoy himself.

[clini-calia]

It's tough. It is.

I'm a 30-year-old transgender man. From ages 16 to 23-ish, I was stuck in the alt-right pipeline, as well. I watched all that stupid bullshit with "feminists getting owned!!!1!" and what the fuck ever else. I think what pushed me towards it was how people on Tumblr used to be upset over EVERYTHING and would belittle me for my masculinity. I remember seeing a post that had a gif of a scene from some anime, I dunno which one, and it was of a naked girl laying down. People were complaining about her breasts not being realistic - it wasn't the size, it was that they weren't sagging or drooping, and that men need to be portrayed with rock hard dicks that never soften or whatever. But I was just sitting there thinking, "She's laying down... lol. Gravity is literally pushing her breasts against her chest, not pulling them down."

Anyway. Posts like that, but they got worse. I've had a lot of people on the left question my gender. "Why would you want to be a man? Women are the better choice." "I don't know why you'd want to do that, why give up your femininity?" I got into a small argument with a woman once on it, basically saying that it felt like trans men weren't really counted much and were largely ignored in the trans community, along with non binary people, who are usually just treated as "Women Lite." She got so angry that she told me, "You probably just wanna be a guy because you're too ugly to get one for yourself."

That's what tipped me over to the right for a bit. Until I realized they cared even less about me and that if given the chance, well. What happened on November 5th would happen, and they'd look for any excuse to strip me of my rights.

For cis, straight, white men it's not so easy to get out of. They're welcomed with open arms, there's no looming threat of having their rights taken away. So the pull of some "brotherhood" is more enticing. I was groomed and sexually assaulted by a man, but I was also sexually assaulted and groomed by a woman. I'll always believe that, no matter what, humans are just humans. White, black, gay, straight, trans, cis, man, woman - humans. And humans can be good, and they can also fucking suck. So I'll never say "all men are trash" or "all women are garbage" or anything like it ever again.

I see men's issues with mental health. I wish they would understand that it's the patriarchy that ultimately fuels those issues, and I wish some women would see how they also contribute to it. I see a lot of younger women these days placing men's entire values on their income, their careers, their appearances, what they can buy for them... I've seen a tweet of dudes just chilling and playing video games, showing off Pokemon cards or some shit and a woman quote retweeted it and said, "Men used to fight in wars. 🙄" Yeah. That'll stop toxic masculinity - tell men they're not real men unless they go to war and give up what makes them happy. Nice...

The patriarchy hurts women by enforcing the idea that they are to submit to men's wishes, stay at home, clean, cook, have babies. That's all women are allowed to experience.

The patriarchy hurts men by enforcing the idea that they are to overwork themselves, abandon any non traditional masculine interests and basic human emotions in favor of that work, and go to fight and possibly die in wars.

These ideals were put into place as soon as different tribes, races, countries and so on realized that, "Oh. There's OTHER types of people, and I want to be the most powerful and rich so they don't take what I have. Hmm. Better make sure women can only spit out plenty of babies and that plenty of those babies are men to be my soldiers and workforce."

If you're a man that supports any of those ideas, fuck you. If you're a woman that supports any of those ideas, fuck you, too. I'm sick and tired of generalizing people. I'm sick and tired of having to give up pieces of ourselves in order to put more money in billionaire's pockets. I'm sick and tired of men being told they're "too feminine" to be a man over being into stuff like sewing, baking, dolls, fashion, cozy games and I'm tired of seeing women being told they're "too masculine" to be a woman for being into coding, mechanical work, FPS games, science and I'm tired of seeing non binary people being told they're too much of one or the other to be non binary.

I'm tired of seeing men put down other men for having a fucking emotion other than anger or goddamn numbness. I'm tired of seeing women put down other women for being more attractive or not attractive enough. Just... stupid, petty bullshit that should have been over and done with decades ago, why the fuck are we STILL here?

It's tough. Because I love men and care deeply about men. But I also don't think we need to baby them and pat them on the back and say, "It's OK that you joined a fascist group of people that openly and proudly call themselves Nazis." And if a man ever tells me or any woman or AFAB person that it's "your body, my choice," I will grab the nearest blunt object I can get my hands on and beat the snot, shit, and blood out of them.

But I do think we need to work harder at not alienating our CIS, straight, white, male allies. We need to stop generalizing everybody and correct our language when talking about people. And we especially need to make it clear that the alt-right only seeks to divide for their own benefit, not for anyone else's. It's money and power that they want. Men, unless you are wealthy, you are just a vote and a pawn to them, nothing else. We need Democrats in the USA to stop rolling over and blowing kisses to Republicans in the hopes that they'll play nice and cut us some slack. It's not going to happen, not in meaningful numbers. And we NEED to crack down harder on alt-right online spaces. I don't give a fuck no more, get rid of that shit, I don't care if it's seen as too extreme or censorship, if you give these dangerous people a place to commune and feel safe with their harmful ideologies, then it WILL spill over into other spaces. And parents of young children: you need to BE BETTER at monitoring what your kids are seeing and doing online. Take it from someone who no-lifes online games: they are going into these spaces and saying heinous, horrible shit. They are being groomed, they are saying slurs and sexually harassing women, they are even seeking sexual attention and guidance from adults and strangers, and some of those adults are sick enough to take them up on their offers. One little trip into a few public instances of games like VRChat will be all the proof you need. I love the Internet, I really do, but I also see how its anonymity has done harm to us and has severely damaged how young people interact with each other, online and offline.

Anyway, sorry that was so long. I've been pissed the fuck off since I saw that Trump "won" the election and this shit has been on my mind for years, just even more so now.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

I know I say it every month but yes my stance is still “I like the new side cast but dont really like the run itself too much anymore” but I still dont hate it I swear I swear

[bugeyedfreaks]

I bought the comic! 💖

I have a couple of my usual little minor nitpicks (as I am want to have), but I don’t even want to get into them because there were so few and they didn’t impact my enjoyment of the comic all that much. I thought it was super cute!

I won’t spoil anything in case anyone’s interested in buying it for themselves (which, I would say… yeah, buy it, totally!), but what I appreciated the most– especially since this is the first issue and it’s establishing who the girls are for anyone not super familiar with them– is that the girls end up saving the day together. It shows the importance of them not just being heroes, but also being a team (and also being supportive sisters, which… 🥹🫶) and that makes me feel like, even on a basic level, they get the characters. And that’s reassuring! Yay!

[drenched-in-sunlight]

I gotta say I did not expect I’d love Miles this much, enough to look up shit like Secret War and Civil War II reading order, and worse, subject myself to Bendis’ writing of all things (he’s the reason why I stopped being a comic stan 5 years ago. I were a DC/ Superfam fan. You know the beef was BEEFING). Like, my tolerance of that dude now only stops at him being one of Miles’ creators. So that better writers can do the kid justice years later. That’s it.

Like, why is the “r u and Ganke together haha” a whole shtick that comes up multiple times during his run? It’s so annoying and painful to read. Miles can go around being paired up with different girls but the moment THAT question came up you know he gonna be super defensive and >:( about it which, eh, just does not line up with anything else happening in whatever story is happening at the time. At all.

The only silver of light is that Miles actually never says he doesn’t like boys, he just denies ever dating Ganke. Like, he could just say he doesn’t swing that way and the question would have stopped, but he doesn’t. So I know he be running around kissing the punk-est boy in the whole spider verse, ha!

Idk I’m near the end of Bendis’ run and some of it r good but a lot of them put me thru excruciating pain (cringe) so I have to complain about it.

Did I mention I were a DC stan 6 years ago? I were a DC stan 6 years ago so this isn’t even my first rodeo with white dudes writing weirdest things in American comic, but I just can’t believe I got dragged into this again because Miles blinks his bambi eyes on screen and makes me want to rotate him in my brain so I need to know the lore of him in every medium, apparently.

[tearlessrain]

I hope even one single person who refused to vote to preserve their Moral Purity realizes the monumental degree to which they fucked up

[catinasink]

im soooo nromal and soooo sane and sooooo okay btw.

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

not me curling my laptop charger wire the way you curl band equipment cords HAHAHA god i miss it

[lesbiansanemi]

I'm so tired

[yyoon5]

concert logs!

*Note: I have severe dissociative amnesia which has caused me to lose many years of my life. Some details of concerts from 2023 and before may have details left out for this reason, and I apologize.

Ones I've Attended + Reviews:

BRATS ALA Tour 01/10/2020 My first ever concert that I went to with my mom, where there was another act I can't recall performing first. Many people were shouting and pumping their fists in the air, and I snuck off to join a random crowd of strangers who were dancing. Rei, despite her vocal cord damage, was really good at performing, and I met all of the girls four times throughout the entire concert. I got an autographed poster that I still have to this day and Hinako and Aya recognized me when they saw me! The anime convention itself was really fun and I think I took home a Pokémon poster just because the artist was immaculately talented. I did sadly forget to film it. Overall Rating: 10/10.

BRATS & BANDMAID COVID-19 Digital Concert 2020~2021 There's very limited knowledge of this concert online, and I can't recall the exact date, but a Japanese streaming site was selling live tickets to an online BRATS and BANDMAID concert for an entry fee. This was during the coronavirus pandemic when nobody could go out, especially in our respective nations. The girls would perform their songs and between sets, would read live comments and greet everyone watching. I went for BRATS and was so happy to hear the girls play "Karma" live that I cried. The BANDMAID girls were a joy to meet as well, and their set was super good. It's the only digital concert I've ever attended, but it was nice that both acts gave it their all even though they had no actual "live" audience. Overall Rating: 10/10. DPR 2022 Regime Tour Las Vegas 10/09/2022 I went around my birthday week with my roommate and we traveled out to Vegas for it. We got okay-ish seats though we were quite far back and next to a girl who wouldn't stop screaming in my left ear. I was under the impression it was just Dabin and was shocked when Kream opened up, but I think they all did a great job performing. Nothing was better than Ian's "Seraph" performance with the beautiful black wings and the astronaut Dabin brought out was so cute. "Venus" was also pretty memorable because he was throwing roses at the crowd. Overall Rating: 8/10. OnlyOneOf Grand America Tour L.A 04/30/2023 We got basic tickets because everyone rushed to get V.I.P+, and I didn't like how competitive it was to get tickets considering my roommate had to wait hours only to find out the ticket site required an account. Our seats weren't that great, as we were quite far from the stage, and the boys were visibly tired throughout their performances. A good half of the concert was just videos of the members dancing and goofing around that weren't released to the public yet (see: picture above). We were the last branch of the NA tour, though, and their agency was shit at organizing the entire tour. We were supposed to sing along to blueblueseOul with a whole fanchant that the staff gave us in secret but no one ended up doing it? The venue was luxurious though. Overall Rating: 3/10. eaJ That Feeling When L.A 09/02/2023 There were various other artists performing at TFW that year but I only stayed for eaJ, and filmed the whole set to upload to my concert channel. I only went to impress my father and his girlfriend at the time, but the concert made me a loyal fan instantly. He hurt my eardrums so bad with the extreme high note at the end of "No One's Fault" and "VISIONS", and yes, he is louder than he sounds in the recordings. The audience was quite small and intimate, so he came down to come say hi to us and be in the middle of the crowd for a while. He held everyone's hands including mine (it was magical smh), and afterwards gave autographs and took pictures with some fans. I think it set my concert expectations way too high but it was cool. The 626 Night Market was also fun too, because there were a lot of interesting and at times questionable foods and beverages for sale. I came home with a giant teddy bear glass and I still use it to this day! Overall Rating: 10/10.

Suave Punk Secret Concert 10/14/2024 I'm not sure if I'm allowed to reveal many details about this because it happened in a private location but Justin gave a little concert to some people without telling. I got an autograph and a chance to meet the literal most beautiful person in existence. Some of you may know where it happened, and some people who went may have already told. I'm not telling. 💋 Overall Rating: ohmyfuckinggoditwasenlightening/10.

Coco & Clair Clair Girls Tour Hollywood 10/20/2024 Went just for the hell of it, and also because the concert was on my birthday! Tickets were pricy but I went with my roommate and sat at the bar seat that came with an unexpected poster and a good view of the stage. The venue was very pretty and looked more like a musical theatre set-up than anything because literal art was all over the walls. Sadboi opened up and while I wasn't into her music, she did bring the hype. There was one DJ before her and another after who brought the club energy before the actual performance, and the DJ sets had everyone jumping and moving. Clair Clair screams a lot, I learned that night. Both girls were super pretty and performed very well, even coming back at the end to perform an encore for us. Overall Rating: 9/10.

Artists I Want to Go See:

Shygirl I love Shygirl. That's it, that's the reason. THORNAPPLE THORNAPPLE's concerts look so breathtaking and Yoon Sunghyun, in addition to being musically beautiful, is such a talented performer. I really want to see Dongkyun play guitar live too and take pictures of the members up close, and also want to see how they play as three members now. Honestly, I'd kill to see any of MPMG's acts live, or to go to a festival with various MPMG acts performing. Suave Punk I already went to his "mini" concert but... since I literally met him via private connections a little while ago, he told me to come see him and one of our mutuals play live, so I'm kind of obligated to go see him when he tours again. I also promised I would anyway...🤭 Halsey I've been a fan of her since her debut year literally because my mom exposed me to her music by accident via the car radio. It's been my dream to see her perform live at Webster Hall ever since hearing the tapes of the songs sung there on Spotify, so hopefully one day that will happen.

[boydykedevo]

I know I JUST made a post along these lines like yesterday but when people say all Travis or Clint’s characters are just them who are they even fucking referring to??? All of them feel pretty different??? Like I guess Magnus could LOOK like Travis if you wanted him to and a couple of Clint’s have been old guys but that’s it. How are Aubrey or Devo or Beef or Mutt “just Travis”. How are Emerich or Argo or Zoox “just Clint”. What show are you listening to.

[sskk-manifesto]

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[themyscirah]

When you're in a Hal Jordan mood but don't want to read Geoff Hal before you read Rebirth and can't read Rebirth before you read Spectre and can't read Spectre before you read Day of Judgement and can't read Day of Judgement because it will spoil the ending to Spectre (1992) and you still have 40 issues left of that but you don't want to read them right now because they don't have Hallllllll (and also you need to slip LWAT in there but you don't want to read that now because you feel like it should be a bigger deal and also are worried about Spectre spoilers) SO basically is there any GL comic out there that I CAN read?

Anyways the real solution to this is just do something older like Emerald Dawn/Emerald Dawn II but also. Now I spent too long posting and the vibes are dead