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[blitzwhore]

New Year's Kiss

“I've been meaning to apologize,” Stolas’ low voice broke the comfortable silence between them. 

Blitzø glanced up at him, and found the owl's gaze lost somewhere past the busy streets of Imp City.

It was twenty minutes—give or take a few—before midnight on New Year's Eve, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going, fireworks already booming on the horizon. Loona had long since left for a party with her friends. As far as Blitzø was aware, M&M were on a well deserved romantic, candle-lit date. 

Any other year, midnight would've found Blitzø balls deep into a faceless stranger, or perhaps elbow-deep into a tub of Bee&Jerry's as he binge-watched his comfort shows until he passed out from exhaustion. One way or another, he would've been trying his damndest to push away memories of his past—to drown out thoughts of all the people he wouldn't get to spend the night with. 

Tonight, it seemed like midnight was about to find him sharing yet another cig with Stolas on his balcony. 

The mere thought filled his chest with a bubbling kind of happiness, made him giddy enough that he felt the impulse to lean closer to Stolas, rest his head on the bump of Stolas’ hip. 

He resisted the urge, though, and instead replied to Stolas with a low, “What for?” 

Stolas breathed out a cloud of smoke and glanced momentarily down at Blitzø.

“For my behavior in the last few weeks,” he said, rolling the cig between his fingers. “I have been… a mess, frankly. There's really no other way to put it.” 

“Stols, you had reasons to be that way,” Blitzø said, resting a comforting hand on Stolas’ waist. Even through Stolas’ loose jumper, he could feel warmth emanating from the soft feathers hidden underneath. He thumbed at the dip just below his hip, and didn't miss the small shiver that ran down Stolas’ body. “You lost so much, so quickly. And you were off your meds. Anyone would be a mess, honestly.” 

Stolas sighed, and, though he didn't look down at Blitzø again, he did lean slightly into his touch—just enough for Blitzø's hand to shift until it was cupping his lower back. 

“I still feel like you deserve an apology, though,” Stolas murmured. “I can't have been easy to deal with.” 

Blitzø snorted slightly. “‘Bout as easy as it is to handle me on a normal day, to be honest.” 

At that, Stolas’ lips quirked slightly upwards, the sight making Blitzø's heart soar higher than he cared to admit. 

“Anyway,” Blitzø added, “I'm glad the meds have been helping.” He accepted the cigarette when Stolas passed it and took a drag of it. When he gave it back, he stayed purposefully closer—close enough that he could feel Stolas’ warmth radiating off of him, that his lungs filled with Stolas’ scent with every slow breath. “It's just… it's nice to have you back, Stols.” 

A low exhale. With it, Stolas inched ever so slightly closer to Blitzø, until Blitzø's head was almost brushing against his waist. 

“It's nice to be back,” Stolas admitted in a low voice. 

Closing his eyes for a moment, Blitzø nuzzled Stolas’ waist and rested his temple there, just breathing the owl in, just taking a break from it all. 

Even through the sounds of cheering and screaming and fireworks in the distance, he felt so at peace. More at peace than he remembered ever feeling during a New Year Eve. 

Not since the fire, anyway. 

When he opened his eyes and checked his phone, it was exactly nine minutes to midnight.

Though he didn't mind the silence between them, he couldn't help but break it to ask a low, curious, “Any New Year's resolutions?” 

“Hmm?” Stolas asked. “Resolutions?” 

Blitzø glanced up at him without moving away from his waist. “Yeah. Don't you have those either?” 

“I'm afraid not.” Stolas tossed the cig onto the street below, but made no move to pull away from Blitzø, either. 

“Damn,” Blitzø murmured. “So you don't… have any New Year's Eve traditions?” 

Stolas didn't immediately reply, fiddling slightly with his fingers as his body tensed a bit. 

“The Goetia at large do,” he said, voice low. “Mostly, they use it as one more excuse to throw loud, ostensive parties. Most of them in our ballroom, courtesy of my ex-wife.” At this he paused again, grinding his beak slightly, as thought the sole memory made him uneasy. “I kept to myself when I could help it, though,” he said. And then, in a lower voice still, “Tried to drink enough that I'd remember as little of them as possible.” 

“Oh.” Blitzø gulped. He was uncomfortably familiar with what that felt like, and he knew full well what paths that sort of urge to drink your sorrows away could lead down. 

He'd recently started to suspect Stolas was no stranger to it, either. He guessed this tiny admission from Stolas confirmed it, at least to some extent. 

Blitzø would've much preferred for his suspicions to be wrong. 

“How about you?” Stolas asked then. “Any other New Year's Eve traditions, other than setting resolutions?” 

“Oh yeah, there's a bunch,” Blitzø said, and Stolas glanced down at him, eyebrow quirked in interest. “Obviously there's the fireworks.” 

“Obviously,” Stolas smirked, another round of loud bangs going off in the distance. 

“There's a bunch'a songs we sing, too,” Blitzø added. “Specific meals, too, in some rings. And…” 

And here he paused, gulping. A quick glance at his watch told him it was four minutes to midnight, and suddenly his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest. 

He'd been thinking about it, of course he had. Ever since Stolas had kissed him on Sinsmas, it'd been practically all he could think of. 

Still, maybe it was too soon; too quickly after the whole Octavia situation. Maybe it was just better not to bring it up at all. Maybe—

“And?” Stolas prompted, curiosity in his voice as he watched Blitzø expectantly. 

“O-Oh, it's nothing important,” Blitzø quickly said. “Just—sometimes, when you're, y'know, spending the evening with the people you love…” Three minutes. Fuck. “There's this tradition to share a kiss. At midnight. On the cheek, if it's like your friend or whatever, or, you know…” 

Blitzø couldn't keep going—not when Stolas was looking at him like that. Cheeks all flushed, and eyes so big, those ever-present pupils boring a hole into him as they blinked in slow understanding. 

“Oh,” Stolas breathed with a low hoot. 

Two minutes. 

“That sounds…” Stolas started, seemingly at a loss for words. “Is that something you'd want to—” 

“I'm not saying it because we have to—” 

They both paused, having talked over each other, and now Blitzø could clearly feel the same heat that was tinting Stolas’ cheeks burning across his own. 

Despite his galloping heart, Blitzø couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. Would the two of them ever stop being hopelessly stupid around each other?

He reached up to take one of Stolas’ hands on his own, loving how familiar it felt, how easy it came to him to just run his thumb across Stolas’ knuckles and thread their fingers together.

“We don't have to,” he said again, voice low, eyes carefully searching Stolas’. “Just getting to start the new year by your side is more than enough.” 

“But you… want to?” Stolas murmured, almost breathless, like he barely dared to ask. 

Blitzø smiled—fondly, sheepishly—and tugged gently at Stolas’ hand. 

“I always want to kiss you,” he softly admitted. 

Stolas’ whole body was turned towards him now. Another tug at his hand, and Stolas was on his knees, face at Blitzø's level, eyes searching Blitzø's face as a smile spread slowly across his lips. 

“If…” Blitzø breathed. “If you want?” 

His question was drowned by a blast of fireworks and people's cheers and laughter in the streets. 

But Stolas’ gaze was already on his lips, his hand cupping Blitzø's cheek as he closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together softly. 

Tracing Stolas’ cheek with his own palm, Blitzø stepped closer and deepened the kiss, humming low in his throat as Stolas’ familiar, warm taste flooded his senses. 

Outside, the world celebrated and sparkled and shone. But Blitzø's world was reduced to this. To Stolas’ fingers threading through his back spines to keep him close—to Stolas’ low, contented moan when their tongues pressed together and fell into a well-known dance. To Stolas’ scent, Stolas’ touch, those slender hands roaming down to his waist and circling his lower back to press Blitzø closer to himself. 

It felt like several minutes went by before they managed to part from one another, and still they stayed close as they caught their breaths. 

When Blitzø opened his eyes, Stolas was smiling. 

He looked happy. Happier than he'd looked since the trial, and just—more present. Like the depression fog was finally starting to lift, leaving behind a man that was still riddled with grief, still struggling to find his place, but—ready to find some happiness despite it all. Ready to be here, in Blitzø's arms, and allow himself this moment of comfort and hope. 

Blitzø couldn't help it. He pressed his forehead against Stolas', his love for the bird too overwhelming to put into words. 

Stolas held him there, a smile still present in his voice when he asked a low, “Any New Year's resolutions, then, darling?” 

Smiling, Blitzø hummed in response, running his fingertips through the soft, long feathers at the back of Stolas’ head. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, his mind a whirlwind of just Stolas, Stolas, Stolas. “To have more of this with you.” 

On AO3

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[kai-7kh]

Made an oc maker challenge for rw community! Inspired by @shimmeringembers & @thenalanita-art ♡

Have fun!

[thisnoah]

"You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate"

[Too Sweet by Hozier]

[typingbunny]

I‘m obsessed with this

Him pressing her to the ground

His body covering her entire body bc he's so tall and broad, the feeling of his weight on her

The handholding that functions as pinning her down

His red ears (might be from the cold though)

The hand on her cheeks + kinda holding her chin just bc he can since his hands are so big

This is only a guess but convince me that he's not parting her legs with his resting one leg dangerously close to the warmth he "needs"

On that note: the ice melting during the kiss

His outfit is not only pretty but I bet fun to take off as well-

Warning: this is just smut, pure filth.

If you’re not 18+ this is your cue to leave 🚪

Zayne is the type of boyfriend that makes you ride him while looking into his eyes until you can’t hold yourself up anymore because it’s so intense and he’s reaching so deep.

He loves this view. He may be under you but don’t let it fool you to think you’re in charge. If he wanted to he could just fuck into you from this angle by slightly working his hips towards you and make you see stars. However at this point, how hazy you are already that would be just cruel … wouldn’t it?

This angle allows him a prime view to just watch you as you chase your high by using him as not more than a means to get that release you’re craving.

He’s obsessed with you. He tries to hide how much he really adores you because he doesn’t want to scare you away with how much he actually wants you, needs you, but he is sure you can feel his heart pounding beneath your hands as you straddle him regardless of his attempts to mask it. The heart cannot lie.

He reaches up and cups your perky breasts in his big, surprisingly warm, hands. They are so warm they feel like fire on your skin so much it feels like they are trying to burn themselves onto Zayne’s favourite part of your body. After idly caressing your breasts, Zayne changes up the soothing manner and opts for increasing the roughness of his touch as he alternates between massaging them gently to squeezing them harshly from time to time, a feeling that goes straight to your core.

The look on your face, that cock-drunk expression: mouth slightly agape, eyes struggling to stay focused threatening to roll back and you tearing up because of how good he is making you feel. Zayne has jerked off to your face more times than he wants to admit.

He gently cups your face causing you to ground yourself a little and make eye contact with him. His thumb strokes over your cheek in an adoring manner until it travels down to your lips. They are pink and swollen and for a second he thinks about sinking his cock between them, but not now. Now he wants you to cum for him while he is buried deep inside of you. Deeper than any other man ever was nor would for that matter because that is out of question. No matter the circumstances or consequences, Zayne would hunt down whoever tried to replace him. He could easily make it look like an accident. Sometimes his love for you scares him but that’s a price he is willing to pay.

“Open.“

He doesn’t have to elaborate, you know exactly what he wants as you start sucking on his fingers like a shameless whore. His whore. Only his. Forever. The little velvet box bearing an engagement ring, that has been resting in his part of the closet for a while being a token for that.

“Good girl.“

He takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and swirls them around your nipple and a tiny moan erupts from you. Zayne chuckles and you send him a playful glare. That glare doesn’t hold up long though because drinking in how sinful your boyfriend looks under you, you’re quickly occupied with trying not to cum but rather ingrain that image into your memory so you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.

Black hair pushed back, slightly tousled; most likely a result of your doings earlier when his face was buried between your thighs. His cheeks and ears are red, a telltale sign that he is either embarrassed or aroused. Right now it’s the latter. His forehead is covered in beats of sweat and his eyes are filled with something that can be only described as pure lust.

You’re brought back to planet earth by a cold pinch of your sensitive nipples and another moan escapes you. That crazy motherfucker used his EVOL and it felt good. Make lemonade out of lemons or whatever they say.

This was the last straw to your somewhat composure. Now you are clutching onto his shoulders to hold yourself up as Zayne continues his assault on your nipples.

“Zayne-”

Hearing you moan his name always does it for him. He can feel something in him snap, most likely his self control and his blood practically starts to boil.

“Come here.”

And then, with a swift motion he just scoops you up into his arms pressing your chest against his as he rocks you up and down the whole length of cock like his personal fleshlight. If you weren’t moaning and screaming you’d be in awe of how strong he is as he rocks you up and down hitting deeper than you thought was ever possible, muscles flexing beneath his perfect skin. In an attempt to get even closer to him you bury your face into his neck and let yourself be consumed by Zayne’s smell, that certain smell you call home. God the things you’d do for this man.

Clutching your thighs, his fingertips leave little marks that knowing Zayne, he will profusely apologize for tomorrow. Meanwhile you’re holding onto his shoulders for dear life carelessly leaving little crescent moons on his back.

He once pointed out, how much he actually enjoys you “leaving a mark on him”. First you thought it was a typical Zayne move trying to comfort you so you don’t feel bad about hurting him. But one day when you where looking for pictures on his phone for a little gift you were preparing, a photoalbum for your anniversary, you found an interesting picture.

It was Zayne in front of your bedroom mirror trying to photograph said marks on his back. You contemplated to tease him with the evidence but the mental imagine of big mean Zayne (that’s at least what others who didn’t know him thought of him to be) standing in front of your bedroom mirror trying to get the perfect picture was too adorable. What you don’t know is that once he got it, he just stood there in the middle of the room looking at the picture, 6’1 of lovey-dovey mush with a loopy grin on his face.

So right now you are basically clawing at his back amping up the scratches the more he moans and curses under his breath.

Once he can’t take it anymore and the only thing on his mind is breeding you as he cums over and over again deep inside of you filling you up until you beg him to stop, he embraces you tightly and flips both of you so he is on top. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and he feels your wetness all over him. Immediately his hands find yours, interlacing your fingers. What looks like romantically holding hands is his gateway to restrain you, holding them tightly pinned over your head so your tits are completely exposed.

His lips find one sensitive nub and he starts devouring you while looking up at you through his lashes, and you swear if he keeps that up you’re going to reach your high from this alone.

“Zayne please-

M-Move!”

He detaches from his favourite toy, his personal little make her dumb button so to speak, to look at you, a twinkle in his eye. For a second he imagines what it would be like to make you suffer a little bit and make you beg for it. Because he knows you would beg for him. Just like you have many times.

You’re so fucked out and desperate for him it turns him on so much it almost hurts and though he swears couldn’t possibly be any harder he feels another wave of desire wash over him, threatening to drown him. Not only does he accept his fate, the thought weirdly enough makes him beyond happy and he struggles to hide the smirk creeping up on the corner of his by now swollen lips as he goes in for a kiss and you can’t help but surrender yourself to.

“ Whatever you want my love.”

He leans down whispering in your ear, voice laced with desire, and something slightly … sadistic?

“Just remember, you asked for it.”

From that point on, only the gods above can help you and the bed frame …

I don’t know why but I picture Zayne to be less of a butt guy and rather a boobie guy maybe because of cardio lmao … 💭

[qerieq]

F1 10s drivers college AU

[stupidsonicfan69]

Beloved rivals "enjoying" a drink. Trying out some stuff without lineart and focusing more on color (as you can tell, I need more practice.....which means more fanart).

[kirdoodl]

A little Relativity Falls comic, yippie! :3

also here have some extra doodles as to what happened after they actually got there

[neroushalvaus]

Okay I am going to use the Somerton situation to talk about something that is very important to me. Following the discussion I have seen former Somerton fans being disappointed in themselves and questioning how they can ever trust another video essayist again. I have also seen some people being smug because to them Somerton was obviously unreliable from the start. As a person who also saw the "red flags" in Somerton, I would like to skip the smugness and talk a bit about what the red flags were to me.

Someone else has probably posted something similar and Hbomberguy's & Todd in the Shadows's videos touched a few of these points, but they didn't focus on them or how to spot these things. I think it is a good thing: I think it would have reinforced the idea that Somerton's fans were to blame for being lied to, and these youtubers didn't want to pin any blame on the fans. Also, some of the things I'm going to talk about were not by any means proof of him being unreliable, they were common tropes I personally associate with people who are bullshitting on internet. Think of it as something like spotting terfs: If you consider following a tumblr user and find out they have at some point posted "males will always be a danger to females no matter what they say", it is very possible that they are not a terf. Maybe they were having a bad day and were just wording their post badly – But you should probably search "trans" from their blog before following them, just to be sure.

So, the tropes in James Somerton's content that I consider red flags:

Lack of sources. This one may seem obvious and Hbomb talked about this in his video, but the lack of sources in his videos was outrageous. Video essays are called essays for a reason, they are not supposed to be just a guy talking about whatever comes to his mind, they should be well researched essays. Obviously video essays should contain one's own thoughts and interpretations and those do not need citations. But James Somerton didn't come out of the womb knowing everything about LGBT history, Disney and film theory, if he actually knew something about all this stuff, he should have learnt it from somewhere. There should be sources he could point to. It is very common that even when a video essayist doesn't tell you where they got all their information, they open their video by saying stuff like "when I prepared for this video I read the book Also sprach Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche and this one thrilling blog post about lesbian cruising in 1960s Sweden". From what I've seen, James does not really do this. From watching his videos you could arrive to the conclusion that James Somerton does not read any books, he just knows everything. There are situations where people don't feel the need to add sources, like when the information is considered common knowledge or when the topic relates heavily to the essayist's actual academic field or profession. This is okay and very understandable, but can sometimes be dangerous, since if the video essayist markets himself as a marketing specialist, people are more likely to take his word for stuff that has to do with marketing, even without sources. It is understandable that in many situations an essayist may think "why should I cite a source? I know this thing!", but doing your research well is partly about checking if the information you are certain of is actually true. Also, as Hbomb pointed out, if you can cite a source, your audience can go learn more about the subject. It's not about anyone doubting you know your stuff, it's about learning. That's why well-respected video essayists usually cite their sources very clearly.

Lack of pictures and screenshots. This is about different kinds of sources again, many things on this list are kind of about sources. An example: When James Somerton made a video about JKR, he mentioned something about Rowling at one time saying that trans students in 30-50Feralhogs (or whatever the wizard school is called) could use magic to present as their gender. If this was any other video essayist, you'd expect a tweet to pop up, or something else confirming Rowling ever said this. Nothing pops up, obviously because Rowling didn't say this, but you can't see anything fishy in that because things rarely pop up in Somerton's videos. He doesn't show you court documents when speaking about a court case, he doesn't show you the comments apparently mad at him for implying the gay anime is gay when he is complaining about people being mad at him. There is a reason people show screenshots and tweets in video essays. When a good video essayist says JK Rowling has tweeted that all people who menstruate should be referred to as women, the video essayist shows the tweet so people know they are not making it up. If there were hoards of annoying bitc-- I mean, angry white women whining about gay sex in HuffPost articles or Somerton's youtube comments, he should have no trouble showing you those. Remember that you should not trust someone just because they show you pictures or screenshots. Pictures can be photoshopped, screenshots can be doctored. Many youtubers are aware that you listen to their videos while cleaning or while walking your dog and don't actually see the screen all the time, and some may take advantage of that by saying something like "and here she threatened to kill me" while showing a text message where someone said "die mad about it". A screenshot alone isn't much but you should demand to see the screenshot.

Passive voice. I am once again bitching about this. Somerton repeatedly says things like "it's been said that" or "it was common knowledge that" or "a legend says that" or "according to most interpretations". He doesn't say who says it, making it very hard to fact check and that seems to be his goal in some cases.

Relying heavily on anecdotes. Writing a dense, analytical video about film theory or history can be exhausting and you may want to pepper in little fun facts. However Somerton seemed to rely on these heavily; he can't just talk about how he has totally bought every lie told by The Pink Swastika, he also needs to tell a cute little anecdote about SS men forcing sexual favours out of men. He can't just tell a story about a court case, he needs to add in ridiculous stuff about the jury booing. This is what I mean by not all the things on this list being necessarily proof of someone being unreliable. Many people use anecdotes and little stories in their storytelling, it makes the videos flow better and it's hard to decide which anecdotes are valid and which are not. A source obviously makes an anecdote a bit more believable, but here are some things that instantly make me fact check an anecdote:

It's a bit too convenient, poetic or ironic. Sometimes real life is weirder than fiction but if an anecdote is "perfect" and has an amazing punchline and you could write twelve poems about it, there is a possibility it was invented by pop science books.

It assumes your political enemies are stupid. Dunking on conservatives, MRAs and transphobes is always fun and after you've seen a lot of this kind of content it's easy to believe anything about these people. You must resist the impulse to believe everything that may make your opponents look stupid.

The person telling the anecdote implies it is an example of a larger, systemic problem. You know what's worse than taking a random happenstance from human history or internet and basing an entire political theory on it? The said random happenstance being made up. You should in general be wary of people telling one story and explaining why it's an example of everything that's wrong in the world. We live in a huge world. You can always find a white woman who loves cute gays but hates the idea of Nick Heartstopper and Charlie Heartstopper getting nasty but that doesn't mean it's an indicator of a larger issue.

Simplifying complex issues. We all know that "only the boring gays survived the AIDS crisis, and that's why gays started to only care about marriage equality and military" is a horrible, insensitive thing to say, but you also have to think about it for like two seconds to realize that it can't be correct. It kind of reminds me of the "roe v wade caused the crime drop of 1990s" claim in Freakonomics. It sounds logical and simple, like a basic math calculation. Societal issues rarely are like that, though. You should never believe anyone who tells you about a huge societal shift and says it happened because of one thing and one thing only.

These were some of the things I noticed in Somerton's content that caused me to distrust him. I hope these were helpful to you and feel free to add your own "red flags" if you feel like it!

[miidsch]

trying to get back into pixel art with some strawberry themed desserts 💖

[ian0key]

TMA AU ( TimSasha Lives) P.1

Desolation!Tim / & / P.2 -> END!SASHA??

( Fancast -> Manny Jacinto) -> FIRST DESING

P.3 -> S3 final

P.4 -> Jon's kidnapping

P.5 -> GERYYY

P.6 -> Eye-apocalypse

So.... I created an au in which Tim and Sasha survived their respective deaths, but with big consequences.

They turnerd into fears avatars.

Tim became part of desolation after the circus explosion.

He ended up in coma for 4 months, bc at first he refused to be one of the monsters who killed his brother.

But he stayed for Sasha.

Unlike Jon, his body suffered many more damage, doctors said he would definitely die from his wounds, but he didn't.

An extra detail that I would like to add, is that after waking up, someone (Anabelle) sends to him a prosthetic mask, which was clearly inspired by the circus.

Tim set it on fire.

I will publish the design and history of Sasha later, (which gives more context to Tim's history)

(Also,many of his wounds are recovering little by little, thanks to his regeneration and surgeries.)

Extra: ->->-> JONATHAN SIMS

[amnayel]

a common misconception that i have been seeing in the fandom is that malleus chose how the dreams are

malleus didn’t choose anyones dreams

we have to remember that THE ENTIRE ISLAND is under his um, how would he choose everyones dreams when he doesn’t know 1/10 of these peoples?

also, lilia’s dream was set in a time malleus didn’t knew and showed a fact completely different from what malleus was told. he was just as shocked with the reveal that lilia was the one that hatched him as any of us, if malleus would choose he definitely wouldn’t make lilia go through the pain of losing maleonor and raverne again

that doesn’t mean he CANT control the dreams, he was offering lilia a new dream based on what he believe that would be a better reality for lilia, himself couldn’t accept that true happiness for lilia still included losing his loved ones, the war, his magic and his lifespan, just for the joy of seeing malleus being born.

that also doesn’t change that malleus concept of happiness IS messed up, but i’ll talk more about this in another post

how his um works exactly is up to debate, but it doesn’t make any sense for him to have chosen theses dreams, these are the character deepest desires, is what THEY think will make them happy, not what malleus think that will make them happy.

yes, lizard boi is wrong for thinking that sleeping for eternity dreaming about a perfect world is what everyone would wish for, but what that “perfect world” looks like is not something he decided.

[sunnythedawg]

Next part of the silly thing

[ghelullu]

Brooklyn, 15.12.2018 - video by ReaperofTerrorTTV

"Thank you, Baby. (smells the flowers) Is that a way to shut me up? But it don't work!! It doesn't work. But thank you very much! Either way-"

Because he deserves all the flowers, I love how he almost cracks at the "way to shut me up?" and because I learned some of you are interested in hearing him say Baby. Different angle here by yupsure2.

[radmyalgic]

The Hymen Myth and Why It's a Total Lie

Let's talk about the whole "hymen as a freshness seal" myth. You wanna know how much of a lie the "you’re supposed to bleed your first time" or "the hymen is proof of virginity" is?

I had something called an imperforated hymen. Yup, it's a real condition. Look it up. Mine wasn’t completely sealed (i can't believe some people still think this is the norm like, how would we even menstruate. Anyway), it was "microperforated," but it still made my periods super painful and sex unbelievably worse. I bled, like, a lot the first times i had penetration, until I finally went to a gynecologist and learnt what was actually going on :') I had to get surgery. Yeah, SURGERY. General anesthesia, an incision, sutures, antibiotics—the whole deal. Apparently, it’s not even that uncommon of a procedure (nowadays obvs), they told me it's totally routine.

What’s actually supposed to happen is that as you grow older, your hymen becomes more elastic as you reach FULL —focus on COMPLETE– sexual maturity. And once you body is ready, you should be able to have pain-free sex. Easy peasy.

Here’s the thing: the hymen is elastic. Its purpose is NOT to be "broken" (seriously, how impractical would that be?), but to prevent infections during infancy. This means that, in my case, it could even 1 stretch every time, which was what originated the pain or 2 yeah, be torn by force. During history, as you can probably guess, option number 2 was the most common one, with its consequential bleeding.

So, if it is obviously not the norm, where does the idea of "bleeding during your first time" come from? Well, mostly rape. Women were routinely raped their first time, which lead to tearing and, thus, bleeding. (https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1365-2214.2007.00818_7.x thanks @deadfish-inabarrel for the link, super interesting article)

So, if something hurts during penetration, INCLUDING YOUR FIRST TIME, stop immediately. Something’s wrong!!! You don’t have to endure it. Even if it were natural (spoiler: it’s not), you don’t have to go through it if you don’t want to.

And the most important part—get this ingrained in your brain, and make you all the younger girls you know understand: Pain. During. Sex. Is. Not. Normal.

[smutrotsmybraincells]

Caught [Eddie Diaz x reader NSFW]

It was your day off today, but you still decided to show up at the station, wanting to spend some time with your friends as they all had a shift today. When you walked in, you could hear the voices coming from upstairs, they were probably all eating something Bobby cooked. You walked past one of the fire engines not noticing your boyfriend who was putting some stuff in the back of one of them. You made it up two stairs before Eddie's strong arms gripped your waist and pulled you towards him. 

"Wha- Eddie!" You let out, turning your head to look at him. You smacked his arm playfully. 

"Hey," he grinned, letting you turn around in his arms. His eyes roamed your body, noticing the tank top and skirt you had on. He raised an eyebrow at you, because you usually never wore skirts, always complaining that they're stupid and one blow of wind away from you flashing everyone. 

"What's up with the skirt?" He asked, finally hugging you. You giggled into his shoulder.

"Ah, nothing," You mumbled, hiding your face in his neck. He hummed, his hands moving from your back down to your ass. You felt the exact second he realized you had no underwear under your skirt. 

"Y/N," he groaned, hiding his face in your hair. You looked into his eyes, grinning mischievously. 

"Ed-" his lips were on yours before you could say his name. He lifted you off the ground and carried you towards the fire engine, opening the door but not climbing in. He put you down, sat on the stairs of the engine, and looked at you expectantly. When you tried to sit on his lap he moved one of his legs and pulled you down, so you were now on his thigh. You let out a surprised sound that turned into a quiet moan when he adjusted his thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your center, making you move your hips trying to get some friction without realizing. 

"Eddie, someone could see us," you said, your voice shaking with want. 

"Let them." He grabbed your hips, helping you grind on his thigh slowly. You leaned forward, kissing him to keep yourself from letting out loud moans. Eddie kissed you back, knowing this was the only way to keep you quiet. 

"I-" you moaned louder than before, feeling the heat inside of you growing. Eddie smirked and reached down to lift your skirt so he could see your wet pussy grinding on his pants, leaving a dark wet spot that kept only getting bigger on his pants. 

"C'mon baby, cum for me," he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the spot where you met his thigh. You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming his name, your head falling back. You opened your eyes for a second, almost falling off of Eddie, but his grip on the side of your waist kept you steady. 

"Eds-" you whined, which turned his attention from your pussy to where you were looking. And there, leaning against the railing looking down at you stood Buck. 

"Cum for me Y/N," Eddie said, keeping his eyes on his best friend. You groaned and whined as you finally came all over his pants, soaking them in even more of your juices. Your whole body was shaking as you came down from the high. You could still feel Buck's eyes on you as Eddie slowly lifted you to your feet. 

"We got caught," you mumbled. Eddie grinned. 

"Yes we did baby," he helped you to get to your car, as he knew you wouldn't want to go up to the rest of the team after this. Just as you sat down in your car the alarm rang through the firehouse, making Eddie curse. 

"Go, I'll sit here until I'm capable of driving," you said pushing him away from you when you saw him deciding if he should stay here with you or actually go out to the call with the others. He rolled his eyes but turned around and ran into the building, grabbing his stuff and quickly getting into the fire engine with the others. 

What you didn't see were the questioning looks he got inside the engine as Hen and Chim spotted the wet spot on his thigh. 

"I, uh, I spilled a drink on myself, didn't have time to change before the alarm," he said. Hen laughed at him, Chim rolled his eyes mumbling something under his breath. He didn't see Bobby's reaction as he couldn't see him from where he was sitting. What he did see though, was Buck's smirk as he looked from the wet spot on his thigh to his eyes. 

"A drink, huh?"