#Race is trans you can’t change my mind

[theluigianapurchase]

Sprace makes me feel so many emotions like what i would give to be them

[separatetheyolk]

Breathe | Charles Leclerc X Trans!British!DriverReader

ʚɞ featuring: Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ you (the first trans driver to ever step foot into F1) are still dealing with the pain of unsafe binding years later.

ʚɞ warnings: fluff, mentions of unsafe binding but I ain’t going into detail because I don’t want anyone actually doing it, swearing, transphobia, didn’t proofread lol sorry, y/n used

ʚɞ word count: 1830

ʚɞ note: FtM or trans masc in mind. He/him pronouns used for reader. I beg please bind safely. It really fucks you over if you don’t

mclaren

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mclaren We are beyond proud that Y/N has felt comfortable to come out to not only us, the grid, but to the rest of the world.

Y/N is the first transgender driver in F1 history! To be part of such a large step forward in this industry is a huge honour and we are all immensely proud of you! 🏳️‍⚧️

@/f1 @/yourusername

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user1 Did they just out Y/N as trans???

user2 They better not have omg

user3 Nono! Y/N has actually just came out on his own social media about an hour prior. And I’m sure that McLaren wouldn’t post this without his permission.. right?

yourusername @/user2 i fear you may have missed my own social media post. @/user3 is correct! and admin did double check with me before posting aha <3

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landonorris proud of you, man!

lewishamilton 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

user4 women don’t belong in this sport!

user5 Spoiler! He’s not a woman!

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user6 F1 really has gone downhill. This is absolutely ridiculous. I refuse to watch this sport anymore.

yourusername up your arse mate no one gives a shite 🏳️‍⚧️

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user7 Not Y/N being a pr nightmare before the season even starts 🤣

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user8 As a trans person this makes me so happy omg 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

f1

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f1 AND IT’S Y/N WHO TAKES POLE IN BAHRAIN!

What a result for Y/N! It’s certainly a way to kickstart your season! All eyes are on Y/N to see what tricks he pulls out for the race on Saturday.

@/yourusername @/f1

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user1 DAAAMN look at this kid go!

user2 well, at least he had a better start than Stroll did

user3 Not exactly a hard feat to beat but at least Stroll actually made it to the finish line.

user4 THIS ISN’T A WOMENS SPORT!!!

user5 oh here we go

yourusername have a feeling there’ll be a lot of this 🙄❄️

user6 uno reverse used in the best way possible

user7 WHO IS THIS ICON

yourusername 💅💅

“I don’t understand why they have to be such dicks..” Charles mumbled, looking down to you with a frown on his face. A frown that you decided he definitely didn’t suit. “You’re a driver. Just like us. A guy. Just like us. You’re no different.”

You sigh softly, shutting off your phone and set it down on your chest. Reaching up with one hand you smoothed the creases forming on your boyfriends forehead. Your second carefully taking the phone from Charles’ hands. He really needed to stop reading these comments.

“But I’m not to some..” you whispered. “As much as I want to be, I’ll never truly be the same to everyone. I’m an icon to some, another driver to others, a complete stranger to most and a vile freak of nature to the remainder.”

Charles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that last part one bit. He ran his hand gently through his boyfriends hair, letting his fingers comb through tangles, shaking his head. “Mon amour, you are far from a freak..” he spoke softly. Voice holding such love it felt like your heart could burst. You watched the man above you grow confused as you let out a huff of laughter, shaking your head.

“Baby, I know I’m not a freak. I’m just stating there are some that think I am. And while they’re wrong.. so very wrong. I can’t change everyone’s minds.” You sigh softly, hand now moving to the back of your boyfriend’s head. Thumb running against the freshly cut hair.

You soon sit up with a groan, stretching out. Toes pointed, arms pushed to the air, back arching and popping. “But-” you started off, sounding strained until your body slowly relaxed. Stealing a kiss from your boyfriend as you stood. “I’ve got you.. so everything’s all good in my corner.” You smile to the other, grabbing your coffee cup and heading to the kitchen to fix yourself another.

“You really shouldn’t have anymore of that! The race is tomorrow!”

f1

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f1 Five races in and Y/N has already secured his first win with the Chinese Grand Prix! 🏎️🏁

But can he keep up the pace?

user1 Absofuckinglutely he can!

user2 No. He can’t. He’s only in his second year. He’ll mess up somewhere along the line.

user3 found the vestappen fan

georgeeussell63 Some clean driving there, mate. Enjoy your celebrations!

yourusername knew there was a reason your my favourite

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landonorris drinks on me then, I take it?

yourusername ah, well. @/georgerussell63 sorry but your title has been taken

georgerussell63 traitor

yourusername <33

user4 Y/N AND GEORGE??

yourusername 🏳️‍🌈 but not for him

georgerussell63 ouch

yourusername oh hush

It turned out that Mr. Know-It-All in the comments was correct. You did indeed screw up. And you screwed up big time. Ninth race in for specifics. The Canadian Grand Prix. It wasn’t a particularly bad crash. Or at least, not by F1 standards. You didn’t split your car in half at least. No. Instead, you got a bit too close to your beloved boyfriend, went up and over his car. And somehow in what you’re sure would be in spectacular fashion on the replay flipped your car upside down.

Once you did eventually manage to get out of your car, you were waving medical professionals away. You felt fine. Nothing felt broken. A bit banged up and sure, there’d probably be bruised knees and a bruised ego. But you were fine. Of course, that didn’t stop Charles from hounding you with questions once you got back to your drivers room.

“Baby- babe-“ you held your hands up, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You move to set your hands on either side of his face, which seemed to stop the questions well enough. You rose your eyebrows allowing the smile to settle on your face as your thumbs gently brushed against his cheeks. “I’m fine..” you whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead and sighed softly. “Bruised knees probably. But nothin’ that’s broken.”

“You’re absolutely sure.” Charles demanded an answer.. yet again, his hands moving to cup your own, pressing a kiss to the palm of each. “Chérie if you’re hurt we need to know.” You loved Charles, you really did. You loved the attentiveness. The caring side. The way he looked to you like you were his whole world. Hung the stars in the sky just for him. But you were fine.

“I’m fine my love-” the ‘love’ came out strained as your body jerked. Face twisted in pain as a sharpness radiated from your chest suddenly from a deep breath you’d took. The suddenness of which it impossible to hide from Charles. And instantly, the man was back on your case.

“Baby? Hey- hey what is it? What’s wrong.” He asked rather quickly. Brows furrowing, face twisting into concern as his hands moved to your side.

“My ribs-” you tried to get out.

“Ribs? From the crash?”

“No-”

“Are they broken?”

“No Charles-“

“Baby did the crash hurt them?”

“Jesus Christ on a bike will you stop.” You manage to get out, hands gripping his arms. “It’s from when I used to bind.” Each inhale brought that same sharp pain back. Like someone was jabbing a large needle inbetween two of your ribs. You hissed as another hit, trying to shallow your breathing some.

“Okay.. okay.” Charles thought for a moment. He read this somewhere.. no not read. It had came up on TikTok. At this point, your feed was bleeding into his own. Merging together into some fucked up culmination of shared humour. “Okay..”

You watched in confusion as Charles moved to the floor. Back firmly pressed to the wall. One hand waving as a silent gesture to join him, the other tapping the floor between his legs to tell you where to sit. Hesitantly you made your way over, keeping your breathing short to not cause anymore unnecessary pain. Charles pivoted you before you sat down so your back was facing him. Then, gently began to tug at your fireproof suit.

You followed his lead, moving to sit in between those legs, feeling him pull you close and legs stretched out. In this position, he practically forced you to sit up straight. Giving your lungs the most room you possibly could to breathe without any hindrance. “Deep breaths..” you heard from behind, feeling Charles press his face into your neck. One hand on your hip, another resting on your stomach.

“Charles, I can’t.” You spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It hurts. It’s fine. It’ll go away on its own in a few seconds.” Or well, that used to be the case. Now it took a few minutes to thirty. Or at least you think that’s what the record was.

“I know mon amour.. but it’ll go away quicker like this. Please?” He tried to encourage, pressing loving kisses to your neck, behind your ear. Anywhere his lips could reach skin there were kisses in it’s path.

Reluctantly, you begin to do as he asked, taking a deep breath which again, caused that same pain to erupt in your side. Inhaling sharper as a result. And, again, more pain. “I know..” Charles whispered against your ear, lifting his head up to rest against the side of yours. Beginning to take deep breaths himself. Deep enough so you could feel it and copy. “I know baby.. come on.” He encouraged again, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.

Again, you took another deep breath. Charles continuing to talk you through that pain too. Slowly, the gaps in between became shorter. Until you were consistently taking them. And two or so minutes after, the pain was gone.

Charles however, was still whispering to you. He hated seeing you in pain. However cliche it sounded. The idea his Y/N, his boyfriend, was in pain hurt him too. Moving now to spin you round. Pulling you onto his lap so your shoulder was resting against his sturdy chest. He removed the cap from your head, directing said head to his shoulder and you didn’t need to be told twice. Finding your home in the crook where it met his neck. Nuzzling into it and let out a sigh.

There was silence for a moment. Letting reality sink in before you spoke. “M’ sorry..” it was timid. Quiet. Not fearful but.. it didn’t ooze that same confidence your voice seemingly always held.

“What for, chérie?” Charles asked in response, hand moving now to rub small circles onto your back. Pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Crashin’ into you..” you muttered, eyes fixed to your hands set in the orange lap of your suit. Picking at skin around your nails. “Scaring you.. worrying you..”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Light and warm. You watched as he separated your hands with one of his own, intertwining together fingers on your left hand with those on his right. “Baby.. I’m always gonna worry. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” God you loved a sappy Charles

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[certifiedsexed]

hey there! i don’t mean this in bad faith at all, and i’m not trying to use a term that’s a fascist dogwhistle. i promise i’m just confused😭

so i’m not a guy, nor have i ever been perceived as one, but in one of your recent posts, you said that men can’t experience oppression solely based on the fact that they’re men. which was kind of confusing to me — i don’t think you’re wrong, i think it’s me but i don’t know how to get to how you see it like that.

because in my experience, men can experience oppression because they’re men, although i don’t know if i’m saying that right or conflating the meanings of certain terms. i’m probably wrong, and would just love some clarification?

for example, my brother and i were always held to different standards growing up — it was expected of me to always cry and be emotional, and i was a ‘stone cold bitch’ if that wasn’t the case, but if my brother wanted to show negative emotions like sadness he was treated like there was something wrong with him too. and i know it wasn’t my brother — i spend a lot of time working with my high school’s diversity team, and in a lot of the events we organise, guys talk about how they feel enormous pressure to be angry and never sad, and to have stereotypically masculine interests and never deviate from that norm.

i also know men who’ve struggled to get jobs such as teaching as those are viewed as ‘female’ jobs and it’s a common view that men who want those jobs are ‘only in it to be around kids’. i’ve heard many women around me perpetuate sentiments like that, so i know they’re not making it up, even if it isn’t equal to the systematic oppression women face in almost every aspect of their careers.

i’m not providing these examples to prove you wrong, since i do think you’re right. i’m hoping that a window into the way i’ve always thought might help you clarify this in a way that can help me to change my mind, since i just think i’m lacking some clarity or context here. i think i’m conflating abuse and stereotypes with oppression, but i’m really not sure. any advice would be really appreciated!

i’m so sorry if this comes off badly, i don’t mean it that way. i’m just trying to learn, i promise i’m not trying to promote the kind of hate and close mindedness you’ve been seeing in your inbox as of late.

Hi! As always, I do not mind answering genuine questions!

The things you're talking about growing up and seeing boys around you pressured to present only certain emotions, that's part of the patriarchy!

Certain emotions are supposed to be "feminine" and thus boys shouldn't show them, while girls are often always considered "emotional" in some fashion. That's not oppression based on those boys being men that you're talking about.

It's the backlash that the patriarchy, and by addition trans/misogyny has on men. It's boys being pressured not to show certain emotions because those emotions are "feminine" and they're supposed to associate feminimity with weakness and shit.

What you're talking about there is also trans/misogyny!

The idea that men who do things perceived as feminine are predators, the idea that specific jobs are "female" jobs [while even in those specific female jobs, men are generally paid better and find it easier to get into those jobs than women trying to get into traditionally "male" jobs"]

[Though obviously this varies based on race and whether they're trans, etc, etc.]

To be a little more clear, all of the things you're talking about don't primarily affect cis men/boys. They fuck up transfems, because it's trans/misogyny.

You're right! It's not systemic oppression.

You might wonder if it's social oppression, which is also a no. Social oppression would require a historical/systemic oppression behind it. But that doesn't exist in this case.

What it is is the common issue oppressors run into. While they benefit greatly from oppression, there is also backlash they face from their own systems of oppression.

Like white people who fall into suicide cults trying to work towards white supremacy, or TERFs who fall into groups where they slowly pick each other off as they discover they're not all exactly the same and wind up accusing each other of not being "real" women, systems of bigotry simply do not work out perfectly even for the oppressors.

They never do.

To create the patriarchy, you must establish trans/misogyny, you must establish intersexism and you must push people to conform to those ideals, even if they hurt your own.

It's similar to how white supremacy can harm white people, despite white people obviously not being oppressed racially. The backlash of oppression hits even the oppressors sometimes.

Suppression, as a term, would honestly work far better to describe what you're talking about.

So yes, it's stereotyping, yes it's abusive to tell your children not to show/feel their emotions but it's not oppression based on these guys in your life being men! It's part of how trans/misogyny, transphobia and intersexism are enforced.

I understand exactly where you're coming from! It doesn't sound bad and I genuinely don't mind answering questions! Especially since you've got some good ones!

I'm not sure if I rambled too much to explain this properly but I hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions and/or need me to clarify anything here. <33

[drdemonprince]

Hi Devon, you’ve said in the past that you don’t mind being challenged so I guess I’m going to test that theory.

I totally agree with what you have said re trans men and cis men being Men but just arriving at that place from different routes.

You talk in your latest Insta post about women not seeing trans men as men as the problems with that.

However you in the past have talked openly about not feeling safe with cis women, and in fact have written a whole article on it. Outlining your past bad experiences with cis women. In that you clearly outlined a view that cis women specifically were more dangerous feeling to you, implying more so than trans women.

By your own account then are you not saying that you see trans women and cis woman as different and not as equal “women” because of your own experiences.

If that’s the case why can’t women differentiate between cis men and trans men and also say that they don’t feel safe with cis men because of past bad experiences but are ok with trans men because they haven’t had those same experiences.

For the record I’m a gay man so not coming at this from a defensive point of view but seeking to genuinely understand as there seems to be some possible cognitive dissonance or hypocrisy going on.

I say that with respect. I’m just wondering how you reconcile those two seemingly opposing views.

I think what you may be missing here is a differentiation between the descriptive and the prescriptive. The piece "I Don't Feel Safe Around Cis Women" is descriptive of my experience -- if you read through to the end, you'll see that I affirm that one day I hope that I will feel safe around cis women, and a lengthy exploration of the many many ways in which equating a person's identity to their safeness (or dangerousness) is unhelpful. That piece is far from an argument that cis women are categorically less safe than any other group, or a prescription that anyone's politics should be centered around the idea that cis women are uniquely dangerous. There is a very big difference between describing one's emotional feelings and making political pronouncements about how the world is or how people should be treated.

This same distinction applies in the opposite direction, too -- I think people have reasons for feeling uncomfortable or unsafe around cis men that obviously make a huge amount of sense. Frankly I don't care one way or another what somebody's feelings are. I have no intention of changing those. What I care about is a person's behavior, and the politics they advance -- and a politics that deems cis men as inherently more dangerous as individuals goes down a pretty troubling road when it's divorced from an understanding of structural power dynamics. The same thing is true of the cis woman discussion -- cis women aren't dangerous to me because they're women, or because of any innate quality to who they are; they're only more dangerous within a specific power differential. Similarly, cis men aren't all more dangerous to everyone who isn't a cis man -- we must take into account class, race, immigration status, ability level, and a number of other factors.

tldr; there's a big difference between someone feeling unsafe and someone having a politics that declares members of a group are actually inherently suspect, no matter the situation or their other positionalities.

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🌙About me💫

Hi I’m Loyd/the moth man

I’m a nonbinary trans man (pronouns they/him) and I would appreciate that you use my preferred pronouns when talking to me

I love answering questions so don’t be afraid to send me asks (unless you’re going to ask me something invasive or to draw your oc) 

I love interacting with people and answering their questions but please do not message me without my permission. I have social anxiety so I would appreciate it if you sent your messages to my ask box

I’m not in a lot of fandoms but I do like monkey kid, arcane, murder drones, fnaf, gacha life/club and avatar the last air bender

Here’s what my sona looks like (I haven’t drawn a full reference for them yet)

About my art

I’m an artist and storyteller who loves to share ideas and random scenarios through their artwork

I’ve been drawing for almost 5 years and have been an lmk fan artist for half of that time which my style makes obvious 

The only social media I post my art on is tumblr and discord (I use it post my art and twitter and koo but I stopped for a few reasons). If you see my art on any other platforms please report the account as that’s not me 

I do requests but only regarding the lmk show and my fan au. Please do not ask me to draw your ocs as I can’t do that with how my mind works

If you want to make fan art of my oc’s or au that is completely fine just credit and ping me, I would love to see it

I do not do art trades so don’t ask me about those

Do not trace or repost my art on other platforms. I’ve spent years working on my art skills and would rather people see my art through reblogs and links to my posts rather then someone taking my work and putting it on their social media with credit or not 

People who I don’t want to interact with (tw, mention of problematic shipping and bigotry)

Pro shippers and people who support problematic ships that contain things like incest or pedophilia will not be supported on my account or in my community

Racists, homophobs and general bigotry. Reality Can suck and I want this blog to be a break from that so if you think that people who are just living their lives as who they are is bad then this isn’t the community for you

Ai bros. Ai is cool for something’s but not for replacing people like artists and writers. I do not consent to having my work be used in ai at any point in time

Art “fixers” and people who generally change a characters design, race or body type to “fix” them aren’t supported here as it only hurts the artist who made the original art that gets changed to fit an agenda (redesigning a character for fun is fine)

You’re under the age of 12 to 13. My art and scenarios can deal with some serious topics that aren’t suitable for young children and personally I don’t feel comfortable talking to very young children

✨Information of my lmk au🌙

The death au (place holder name) is about mk and the gang finally getting a chance to breathe and get used to the new world after the events of seasons 3 through 5, that is until spirits and humanoid monsters start seeping into the 3 realms and mk starts getting dreams about past events. Mk being the hero he is try’s to deal with the spirits alone but his efforts (and nightmares) don’t go unnoticed for long as macaque agreed to teach him more about spirits and how to not summon 1 that will destroy the city

(This may change in the future)

✨Oc’s included in the death au🌙

Ren Yu ling

Diedie

Bendy

Hou lin wel

The king of the north

The mystery maiden

The lady

✨Bonus Oc’s🌙

The tiny dragon

The assistant

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Part 32 - Whose bed have your boots been under?

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Part 31 -- Part 33

Pairing: Sy x Alicia (trans!ofc)

Summary: Sy finally takes Liz out on a date! (Which he's late for. And we know why.)

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, anal sex (f receiving), loads of nerves, mentions of transphobia, some angst, there's a horse dildo in there somewhere, Sy not eating a girl out for a change. This one's pretty basic actually...

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: And once again, it's been a while! I've been working on this date for a long time, but I was in a smut-writing-slump for some reason. Looks like I'm out of it now! (Heck yeah!) Now if maybe I could put this energy towards my novels, that would be superduper great, but you know the muse... Finnicky, fickle little fucker. Anyway: Enjoy nervous Sy on a date!

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“Couldn’t find a lower cut top to wear?” Dammit.

“I hate that that’s not even the worst opening line I’ve heard,” I say as I look up at Sy. I’m not wearing heels today, so he’s slightly taller than I am. I like it — not that a guy being shorter than me is a dealbreaker or anything… It’s more like… I’m tall for a girl, and that height sometimes makes me feel un-girly, which I hate. So, the fact that Sy is the kind of guy who looks like he could pick me up and throw me across a room… It helps.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” He smiles down at me, leaning in for a kiss. I have to admit I was worried about that. All of it. When he texted me after the party, I was just waiting for him to suggest the typical ‘movie at his place’ date, but he asked me where I wanted to go, and there happens to be a Shania Twain cover band playing tonight at a bar I like.

So, I told him we’re going to a bar. Didn’t mention the part about the Shania Twain covers.

“Wanna get going?” I can’t stop my voice from trembling, and I’m sure one look at my face will tell him more than he needs to know, so I turn around and start walking.

“Any particular reason you’re walking a mile and a half away from me?” He catches up with ease, grabs my hand and turns me to face him. “What’s going on? ‘Cause I’m gettin’ the feeling you don’t want to be out here with me.”

I scoff. “Right.” Do I tell him? He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me close. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and all that heat is making me boil over. “I’m scared you don’t want to be out here with me.”

I’m shaking, and freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time. My heart races in my throat, and I can’t bring myself to look Sy in the eye. I can’t cry. Not here. Not now.

The feeling of his hand cupping my cheek almost pushes me over the edge. “I’m sure you have a reason for feeling that way,” he says softly. I nod — a tiny little nod that I’m not even sure he caught. “Mind telling me what it is?”

Fuck. I screw my eyes shut to stop the tears from falling, but they escape anyway. “I’ve dated guys before,” I mutter. “And they were super-duper okay with me, they said… It actually took me a while to realize — scratch that… A friend had to tell me… It was always their place or mine. Never dinner, or even a movie.”

There’s no stopping these tears now. “When my friend pointed it out, I asked the guy I was seeing about it, and…”

Sy pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I inhale deeply on instinct. Leather. Spice. Warmth. “I don’t need to know what he said, because I’m pretty sure it would ruin my entire mood,” he says softly. That he didn’t want to be seen in public with me because he was scared it would make him look gay? Yeah, that’ll ruin your mood, alright… “But I want you to know I like you, Liz. Pretty sure I’d follow you anywhere.”

I’m laughing before I know it. “Well, that’s a good thing… Because I might have omitted a tiny little detail about the place we’re going…”

“Alright… I’ll go get us some drinks! Beer?” Without waiting for his answer — it’ll be ‘yes’ — I turn around and start to walk towards the bar. Try to, at least, because Sy grabs my arm and pulls me back until I’m standing with my back against his chest.

“I remember asking you out on a date, Liz.” His lips are right next to my ear, his beard tickles my neck, it’s… That damn cologne. Those damn, huge, strong hands keeping me pinned to him right now. “This is a date, right?”

“Yeah, Sy. It is. Wha—” He’s suddenly right in front of me, gently backing me into the wall, hands on my hips.

He leans his forehead against mine. “Let me make something very clear, sugar.” He speaks slowly, his voice dark and gruff. The sound of it shoots sparks straight down my spine, and I clench my thighs together. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before any woman of mine pays for her own drink on a date.”

Speaking. That’s a thing. Words are a thing. Do I know any? Voice… Where is my voice? Why am I just staring at him? That’s dumb. This is dumb. I’m dumb. Oh my god, what am I even doing here? “I, ehh…” Yeah. That’s not good. “Okay.”

He smirks down at me. “Beer?”

“Wine,” I manage — but barely.

Sy cocks an eyebrow. “You drink wine?” No. I don’t. But it makes me feel more feminine, and I really need that right now. “I’ve literally never seen you drink wine. Besides, people who drink wine usually tell you if they want red or white.”

“Okay, busted… I wanted to feel… girlier,” I admit.

“You dragged me to a Shania Twain cover band. We’re good on girly,” he says with a wink. “Beer?”

I nod, and semi-anxiously await his return. “You’re not mad about the music?” I ask as I take the bottle from his hand.

He chuckles as he shakes his head before raising his bottle. “To Shania Twain,” he says, “and great company.”

“Thanks so much for coming out, everyone! We’re gonna take a little break, and we’ll be right back!” The singer jumps off the small stage in the corner and makes a beeline for the bar, where she spots me. “Liz! I thought I saw you!” She’s got her arms wrapped around me before I can actually see her — during the first half of the set, the bar has gotten significantly more crowded.

“Hollie!” I love this girl, but if she doesn’t take her eyes off my man right this second, I’m throwing hands. “You’re doing amazing! How’s the cold?” It had her down for a good few days, she wasn’t even sure she’d make it tonight. I’m glad to see she’s doing well.

“Getting better! The full set is tough, though.” She downs the glass of water she’s holding. “We could use a little bit of you after this break, girl. But first, introduce me to this handsome gentleman.”

Is it totally horrible that I don’t fucking want to? I look at Sy, who casually reaches out a hand towards Hollie. “Nate Syverson. Call me Sy.”

“Well, Sy,” Hollie says with a sickly-sweet smile. Or is that my imagination? “What brings you here?”

“Liz,” he deadpans. Much to my surprise, he’s looking at me, barely even glancing at Hollie as he speaks. “She agreed to let me take her out on a date.”

“Lucky man… And you bring her here?” She gestures around the room before giving me the look.

“I dragged him here,” I admit. We go from ‘damn girl, nice! Break me off a piece of that!’ to ‘what the actual fuck were you thinking?’ in a matter of seconds. I look over at Sy — he looks insanely hot, the way he’s standing there, leaning against the bar. “Sorry, again.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, sugar,” he reaches for me, hooking his fingers behind my belt and pulling me back until I’m standing between his legs. Those same damn legs he’s been spreading a little too casually on that damn bar stool. The ones I can’t keep my eyes off. “I like the music.”

When he excuses himself and heads off to the bathroom, Hollie grabs my arm so hard it almost hurts. “You have to sing!”

“What? No!” Actually, yes. I’m secretly dying to get up there: I love to sing. And not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m good.

“Your song’s coming up, girl! I’m not giving you a choice.” Just Hollie being Hollie. “You want him to come home with you, yes?”

Duh. Then why is the gesture I make hesitant as all hell?

“Alright! For our next song, I’d like to invite a very special guest onto the stage… Alicia Thomson!”

Sy’s eyes go wide, and he raises an eyebrow. I take a deep breath. “Well, gotta go!”

I walk up to Hollie, who’s busy adjusting the mic stand. Even in this little bar, the lights are hot. And despite that, my arms are covered in goosebumps. Haven’t done this in a while… I can still see Sy, sitting in the same place as before, his gaze trained on my face with utmost concentration.

One side of my mouth curls up into a cheeky smile. “Whose bed have your boots been under?”

“So,” Sy says when I make my way back to him after the song is done. “You sing.”

“I sing,” I reply, my smile stretching ear to ear. I forgot how great that felt… Not nearly as great as the warm hands that pull me forward by my hips until I’m standing between Sy’s thighs again.

“Woman, you are amazing,” he says with a smile. When he kisses me, it’s like my heart stops. My head spins, my knees shake — the whole nine. He keeps it decent. Why? For the love of God: Why? Words cannot express how much I need this man, literally right now, and — if at all possible— incredibly indecent.

“Wanna get out of here?” Not subtle, but incredibly effective, if I do say so myself. He doesn't even answer me; he just grabs my hand and pulls me along to the exit.

We don't talk during the drive back to my place, or on the walk up to the apartment, which gives my insecurities plenty of time to get the upper hand — especially when Sy doesn't make a move as soon as the door closes, other than wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Are you opposed to watching movies in bed in general?” Dirty smirk? Check. Playful glint in his eyes? Check. Me unceremoniously shoving him against his shoulder? Check. Ugh. Get it together, Liz. And try to maybe not maim your date. He seems fine though.

Instead of answering, I grab his hand and drag him towards my bedroom, stopping right in front of the door as a sudden wave of anxiety grabs me by the throat. Did I clean my room? Did I put everything — and, yes, I mean everything, in that way — away?

“Liz?” He leans his chin on my shoulder from behind, while his hands slowly dance over my hips, fingertips barely grazing me.

“Can I get, like... Thirty seconds? Just to see if there's anything you shouldn't be seeing...”

“And what would I be seeing?” I can’t see his face, but I can hear the grin in his voice. Yeah... What would he be seeing? I hate the way his teasing seems to shut down my brain. I hate the fact that I could tease him right back if I could just find my nerve, even more.

Get a grip, Thomson.

I conjure up a grin and turn my head towards Sy, leaning it back on his shoulder to get my lips as close to his ear as possible. “Equipment of the... mature personal entertainment variety,” I purr softly. I can feel his cock twitch against my ass, and part of me really hopes it's the voice he reacts to, instead of the message. Another part of me, however, kinda hopes he’s into… that.

“Just open the damn door,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips. “If I don't have more of you in my arms soon...”

Despite all this big talk, I'm still more or less mortified when the first thing Sy comments on is my favorite vibrator. It's on my bed, because it needed to charge. Regardless of whether it's actually done charging... it's done now. I yank it off the charger and toss it back in the drawer under my bed.

Sy chuckles as he drags a thumb over my no doubt crimson red cheeks. “The way you're looking at me right now, all terrified and whatnot, kinda makes me want to take a dive into that drawer...”

“You're not, like... pissed? Or, I don’t know... intimidated?” Wouldn't be the first time.

“Intimidated?” He laughs — the deep, full, throaty kind that men do that's hot and, in this particular case, slightly embarrassing. “Sugar, ain't no way I'm going to be intimidated by a piece of plastic.” He's still laughing when he drops himself onto my bed and rolls to the side by the wall.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to smack that cocky smirk off his face... Maybe I can. I lie down next to Sy and reach into the drawer. “Not even this one?” I wave a whole lot of light blue silicone in his face until he grabs my wrist and looks at the toy I'm holding with wide eyes. He's definitely not smirking now...

“Sugar... Before I even ask any questions...” He blinks a few times as if that's going to magically make the dildo I'm holding up disappear — or at least transform into something that doesn't look like it jumped straight out of my — or maybe his, who knows? — OF subscriptions. “I grew up around horses. I know what that is...”

“Oh my god!” I laugh — no. Cackle. — and hide my face behind my free arm. “Sorry,” I mutter, “I'm a bit of a freak.”

“As long as we're keeping that away from me, I'm good with that,” he chuckles. “Now... Where the hell does that even go? Never mind...”  He knows the answer. I know that, because the last time I saw him, I told him there was no way he was ever going to fit in my pussy. And since this thing is bigger than he is by... not even as much as you'd expect, looking at the size of that toy, really... God, the man is massive...

I put the dildo back under the bed and snuggle into Sy's side. I admire the way he just makes himself at home in my room, grabbing the remote off the shelf over my headboard. “Do we go the cheesy romcom route, or do we opt for Mike's favorite tactic?”

“I'm assuming that would be ‘worst horror movie of the century’, then ‘hold her when scared’?” I ask, and Sy nods. “What if I don't get scared?”

“I could pretend to be scared.” He smirks down at me. “But we'd have to switch positions.”

I shake my head. I'm comfortable, lying here with my head on his chest, my leg swung over his. There's one thing missing, though. Blankets. Lots of ‘em!

“It's freezing in here, sugar.” Oh? Really? I hadn't noticed! It's not like I turned the heater off before I left and opened the window... I look up at him like I don't know what he's talking about, but he won't fall for it. “Fucking hell, y'all are somethin' else!”

We get under the covers, and I sigh as I sink into his arms again. “But it's comfy, right?”

He rolls his eyes at me and turns his attention back to the TV. “Horror, romcom or something else?”

“Romcom. Anything Ashton Kutcher is fine by me.” Besides... I was actually hoping we wouldn't be watching most of it because we'd be too busy doing other things. Like making out like our lives depend on it.

Imagine my surprise — and horror — when I see an annoyingly large amount of Ashton Kutcher, and very little of Sy's body. What is he waiting for? An invitation carved in marble? I'm practically on top of him, for crying out loud! This is just rude.

And as if that's not bad enough... “Sugar, would you stop squirming?” he suddenly asks.

“I'm squirming to get your attention,” I huff. “Y'know... so you'll grab me, and kiss me, and we can get to the good stuff? You inside me, to name something...”

He winces when I say it. What kind of man winces at the prospect of sex? Okay, I mean... tons of them, probably, and for all kinds of good reasons... But Sy is known, by and large, as a bit of a slut.

“Hey!” he says, glaring at me when I point that out. “Us sluts get nervous, too.”

“Nervous about what?” Oh my God! “Shit, about what I said last time? I mean... I wasn't kidding, but... Ah. First time, right?” The nod he gives in response is damn near imperceptible. “You know we don't have to go there, right?”

“I, eh... No, that's not... Not that I... Wh— I give up. There's no way to say that in any kind of way that doesn't make it sound like I'm not here for you, but for that, and...”

“The gist of what you're not saying would be that it's every man's dream, right?” I can't hold back my laughter. “Sy, it's okay! You suffered through Shania Twain for me — even though I suspect you secretly love her — and you tell me you like me in public, I know—”

“Is the bar really that low, Liz?” He stares at me with wide open eyes, and I can't think of a single thing to say.

I shrug, tears burning behind my eyes as I barely manage to squeeze the words out: “Yeah. I mean, with guys, it sort of is...”

His fingers trail over my cheek, all the way down until they rest at the nape of my neck, and he pulls me close. “You deserve better.”

I guess we're finally done with Ashton Kutcher for tonight... Sy's lips are warm against mine as he kisses me. It's tender. Romantic. Lacking every bit of the raw, needy passion from the New Years party... I'm sure I'll get to see that side of him again sooner rather than later, though. I can feel in in the way he pulls me in, fingertips pressing into my lower back as he firmly holds my body flush against his.

He's hard — my squirming worked — but there's nothing about him or his behavior that draws any attention to the fact. What a true gentleman.

Sy pulls back and raises an eyebrow when I chuckle out loud. “Not what a man wants to hear,” he mutters under his breath, making me laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry,” I manage between fits of laughter. Am I laughing to avoid having a serious conversation about this? Absolutely! It’s way too early for that. I barely know this guy. That said, the laughter isn’t exactly helping, I suppose, so it doesn’t really matter. “It’s just that you’re trying so hard to be sweet and gentlemanly and I’m over here trying to seduce you and it feels a little… backwards? It’s funny, okay?”

His eyes darken, and when he speaks again, his voice is low and rough. “Ain’t so funny to me, sugar.” If the voice wasn’t doing it, the way he’s squeezing my ass through my jeans right now would. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been dreaming about that pretty mouth on my dick.”

Oh, so we’re playing it like that, all of a sudden? “Including that other thing I did?” I tease. It’s fun to watch his cheeks flush as he tries to keep his composure.

“I’d like to reiterate my disinterest in silicone horse cock,” he says, his voice surprisingly steady. “But otherwise; yeah.”

I look at him for a second too long, and next thing I know, we’re both laughing uncontrollably. “If we keep this up, neither of us is getting laid tonight,” I manage in between fits of laughter.

“Might be for the best…” Hey, what now? I frown — not in an angry way, but in complete and utter confusion. Sy sighs deeply and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m stalling. Under normal circumstances… No, fuck, I didn’t mean— That’s not— All I’m sa—”

He rolls onto his back and groans while I bite back a laughing fit that would most likely make him run.

“Sy,” I whisper, scared that if I speak louder, I won’t be able to control myself, “stop worrying about saying the wrong thing. These are not normal circumstances — well, they are for me, but you know what I mean. You have some leeway in the vocabulary, I promise.”

I take a deep breath and roll on top of him, straddling his hips and sliding my hands under his t-shirt. Don’t feel like laughing now, do you, Thomson? Sy groans when I roll my hips. The way he looks up at me raises goose bumps all over my body. Big hands rest on my thighs, fingers tightening with every move of my hips, squeezing me hard…

My hands are on his chest now, nails digging into his skin, leaving little half-moon marks from the pressure. His eyes are locked on mine, his breathing heavy and quick… As soon as I sit up again, he pulls his shirt over his head, and I follow suit. His Adam’s apple bobs aggressively when he swallows hard, and I smile smugly.

I appreciate being appreciated. Admired. Coveted. And Sy is giving me exactly what I need.

He sits up against the headboard, pulling me in with just two fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans. Heated moans fill the air as he crushes his mouth against mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth while his hands work quickly to undo my belt and unbutton my jeans.

“Could’ve worn one with a zipper,” he growls quietly as he fusses with buttons number two and three. Yeah. I could have. He should be glad they’re not skinny jeans.

The sensation of his warm hands competing with the cold air as he moves them over my waist and the small of my back, is electrifying. To make matters worse — or better — it’s followed by a slow, sensual kiss in my neck. Then another. Then another.

He’s moving, searching, my hands clasping the back of his head, guiding him, until… There. Heady moans escape me with every pass of his tongue over that spot at the crook of my neck, every playful nibble, while every needy roll of my hips earns me a dark chuckle, muffled against my skin. One hand rests on the band of my bra, while the other is draped around my waist, pulling me down while his hand dips into my jeans and squeezes my ass.

Fuck. I need friction. Lots of it. Now! I grind down on him harder, but it’s not working — not like this. There’s too much denim. Too many clothes in general, I—

One simple move of his hand and my bra snaps open. Damn, he’s good. I sigh, my breath quivering with disappointment as his mouth leaves my neck and travels down my sternum.

Sy's barely had his mouth on my nipple for ten seconds when a sudden, harsh bite makes me whimper. “Take these fucking jeans off,” he growls, pushing me back with force. He takes care of his belt buckle with one hand. Why is that hot? “And everything else, too.”

Moments later, we’re naked, pressed up against each other, every atom of space between us one too many. I used to hate being naked — I still do, occasionally, but right now, with him… It’s wonderful. My hands roam over his chest, down his abs, exploring his body. I teasingly run a finger down the length of his cock, and he shivers, moaning into my mouth as we continue making out. It’s his turn to grind against me with burning need and impatience, and I chuckle.

It’s a powerful feeling to have a man want you this bad.

His hands linger on my ass, his touch switching between punishing and demanding, and hesitant and shy.

“You’ll have to, at some point,” I tease. He knows what I mean.

“I—” The end of his sentence is an adorably helpless, clueless look as he shrugs.

It’s a good thing I don’t mind taking point for educational purposes, or else this whole thing never would have worked out. Behind my back, I grab his wrist, and bring his fingers up to my lips. He gets the hint, biting his lip as I suck his fingers into my mouth, his cock twitching against my stomach.

I reach down between us and wrap my fingers around his hard length, while Sy very slowly and very gently eases a finger into my ass. I resist the urge to chuckle when I see his eyes go wide. Sy’s face doesn’t usually have subtitles, but I can see every thought going through his head right now in quick succession.

“I said it would fit,” I say, “not that you could ram it up there within ten seconds, no problem. Just take it easy, take your time.”

“Is it— I mean, does it…” His voice trails off into a desperate moan when I trail my thumb over the underside of the head of his cock.

“Feel good? Yeah it does.” I push back against his finger a bit. I’m five seconds away from begging him for more, faster, harder, deeper, anything… The feeling of the tip of a second finger teasing me gets my hopes up, but he stops.

“Do you have any lube?” he asks carefully.

It takes everything I have to not roll my eyes. Not only do I think that stupid questions do exist, I also firmly believe they deserve an equally stupid answer. “No, I was planning on taking this entire thing up my ass completely dry,” I snap a little too sourly as I squeeze his cock, making him groan. “Believe me, neither of us want that. That’s how you end up in the ER.”

I can barely reach my nightstand from this position, but I don’t really want to move away from him. Finally! I triumphantly pull the bottle out of the drawer. “Here you go! Don’t ration it.” He laughs when I wink at him.

He takes the advice to heart, coating his fingers in a very liberal amount of lube. I continue stroking him as my heart flutters in anticipation. My stomach is sticky with precum — his too, probably — and every stroke draws another deeply sexy moan from him while he explores me with two thick fingers, moving them as if he’s searching for some— Ah! Right.

“Wrong angle,” I moan against his skin, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

I push his hand away and lift my leg up to his hip. Sy understands immediately, reaching between my legs to continue what he was doing.

“Found it,” I say, smirking up at him when he’s found the right spot. I abandon my attempt to continue the sort-of-handjob I was working on. We both need to focus right now.

One of the best things about Sy is that he seems happy to put his ego aside for the sake of learning. He’s not insulted by instructions, and he takes advice to heart. I’d say I appreciate it, but it’s really more of a hard requirement to even get into my bed — it's been quite a while since I last wasted my time on silly little boys who don’t listen when I clearly spell out to them what feels good and what doesn’t.

Sy is a quick study, too, and I’m squirming in his arms in no time, breathing heavily against his neck, with my arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Don’t change a thing,” I moan. Pressure steadily builds inside me, and I know an earth-shattering orgasm is within arms reach, and all he has to do is keep. going. “I’m so close…”

Every perfectly steady stroke of his fingers winds me tighter and tighter until I snap. A sharp his escapes Sy when I dig my nails into his back and bite his shoulder. It’s the only thing I can do to keep myself from screaming as every fiber of my being unravels around his fingers.

He lets me catch my breath for a moment, then he looks at me, unsure how to proceed.

“One more, to be sure,” I say weakly, not entirely recovered yet. I’m pretty damn relaxed, so I don’t expect much trouble. Indeed, the next finger slips in without a hitch. Good. “Wanna give it a try?”

He nods furiously, catching himself in the act and calming down immediately to a tougher, more laissez-faire attitude. I can’t help but chuckle as I reach for the drawer again and pull out a condom.

“How, eh…” He makes a few vague hand gestures.

“The logistics?” I ask, and Sy nods in reply. “I prefer doggy, but…”

“I want to see your face,” he blurts out before I can finish my sentence. It’s sweet, he doesn’t easily look shy…

I pull him in for a kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and clearly telling me just how nervous he is right now. When he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine and lets out a trembling breath.

“I want you on top of me,” I say softly, and he nods, moving to sit on his knees between my legs. He puts the condom on and then takes the bottle of lube, applying a generous amount to his cock before looking at me. There’s a question burning in his eyes.

I let my legs travel up his sides, never breaking eye contact, until my ankles are on his shoulders. He lifts a trembling hand, hooking it around my thigh, and pulls me closer before leaning over me. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous, sugar.”

“Look at me, Sy,” I say, cupping his face in my hands. “Just take it easy, go slow, and listen to me. That’s all you have to do.” Well, that and screw me to heaven and beyond. But let’s not tell him that right now.

He swallows hard, putting more of his weight on top of me as he uses one hand to position himself, and I feel him slowly, steadily pushing into me. It’s impossible to fight back a grin when I see his face: mouth hanging open, eyes wide at first, then screwed tightly shut…

“Easy,” I remind him gently. He’s not hurting me — not yet. “Stop for a second.” He instinctively pulls away, but I stop him. “Just stay there. Give me a second.”

My heart threatens to jump right out of my chest, and it feels like electricity runs through my veins — it’s exactly that excitement that keeps me from being able to handle this right now, and it bugs me.

Deep breath in. Hold. Breathe out.

I repeat it a few times, until I feel Sy sink into me a little further. “We’re good,” I say, my voice barely more than a breath.

Carefully, he pushes deeper into me, until his hips rest against my ass. “Goddamn, sugar,” he pants.

“Tell me about it,” I reply with a smile, relishing the feeling of his thick cock stretching me out. His first thrust makes me whine — then again, louder, when he leans down to kiss me. He sticks with a slow, gentle rhythm, in time with the way his lips move against mine. His low growls mixed with my moans fill the room, and soon I’m begging him to go faster.

“I won’t last ten seconds,” he grunts, but I don’t really care. So he sits up on his knees again and picks up the pace, his thrusts growing rougher with every move. His breathing quickens, his grip on my thighs tightens. I watch his face closely, amusement mixed in with my own desire. His eyes are closed, brow furrowed. A bead of sweat runs down his forehead. He’s clenching his jaw, lips trembling as he tries to hold on — but it’s no use.

“Fuck.”

‘Fuck’, indeed. His last thrusts are reckless, punishing, the low growl he lets slip as he finishes is music to my ears. I whine softly when he pulls out, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden emptiness.

It gets worse when he gets out of bed to clean up. I’m shivering, cold and alone, furiously wishing for Sy to come back and hold me. “Sy?” I plead. “Please talk to me.”

“What? I’ll be right there, sugar.” I know it’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even leave the room, for crying out loud! And yet I feel tiny and abandoned until Sy crawls back under the covers with me and holds me safely in his arms. “Shower?”

“Tomorrow,” I sigh, snuggling tightly against his chest. Yeah. This is alright.

[fluffybumblebeedoodle]

Edit: since everyone is getting pissed, this is opinionated. If you like him, I can hate him. Believe what you want, just go to trusted news sources to get it 👍

Excuse me, why are Trump votes on Tumblr? Don’t get pissed when someone voices their opinion.

Call me a leftist. You say it like it’s a bad thing.

I try to stay out of politics, but look at Project 2025. He supports it. Who gives a f*** if he didn’t write it. That thing that said he doesn’t support it is stupid.

It wants to get rid of everything we ; as allies, and LGBTQ+, as women, and people who aren’t white (I am white, for context) ; have worked for.

I’m frustrated, to say the least. Gain a brain cell and Google. I did.

Maybe, instead of speaking out your asses, you’ll realize he doesn’t want to take the blame for a nationwide abortion ban. Knowing the state I live in is red, I’m screwed.

Maybe this is also my opinion, if you try to even say he isn’t gonna screw us over, I’m blocking. Sorry, but this saves my mental health.

Stay safe,

Bee

To anyone arguing, listen, he promised to get rid of critical race theory in school, he is stoping trans people from joining teams of their gender, and he is deporting international students who voice support for Palestinians. He calls immigrants ‘vermin’. Quoting a certain fascist leader. Vance called him ‘American H!tler’. Vance is an idiot and a half, but Trump promised to be dictator for a day.

It also doesn’t change the fact people who are voting for him are racist. Not all of his voters, but racists voted for Trump. They see that as a freeway to calling people whatever they want.

Also, Robert F Kennedy Jr, is the head of the department of health and human services. He’s a vaccine sceptic. Like, excuse me, how does that work?

Honestly, his whole campaign is built on his ideals and things to go against his ideals. He just can’t make up his mind.

For anyone saying Kamala let in rapists, Trump is one. They forgot to include that there are so many in America. America is a sh*tshow and a half.

And, yes, I did edit this. I changed something I said earlier to be more respectful. Sorry if the acronym POC offended you. I changed it.

[nahoney22]

could i request an nsfw tech x trans male reader? your writing in different tactics was absolutely phenomenal !! i really like the way the way you characterized him in it! i think i would just melt if he called the reader a pretty boy lol

Pretty Boy***

Tech X MTrans!Reader

word count: 1k

As the requests asks 🩵 Tech surprises you with a new wave of confidence in the bedroom.

warnings: NSFW 18+, light smut, oral sex (tech receiving) brief mentions of transitioning (F to M), pet names, swearing, established relationship, fluff, lovers, slightly dom! Tech. Praises.

authors note: thanks for the kind words and so sorry for the delay anon, hope this was okay! Short but sweet.

As the sun dipped below the horizon on Ord Mantell, you and Tech exited Cid's parlor, fingers entwined, exhilarated by the triumph of today's mission.

"I still can't believe we pulled it off! Not everyday you witness someone taking down a Rancor, again," you chuckled, leaning into Tech's side as he nodded in agreement.

"Wrecker is undeniably a force to be reckoned with," Tech pondered, pressing a button on his wrist to lower the Marauder's gangplank.

You thanked him as he let you board the ship first, scanning around and then turned to him with a mischievous smirk, arching an eyebrow. "Guess what, handsome?"

Tech hesitated momentarily, his usual reserve showing when compliments about his appearance were directed his way, but a heat warmed his cheeks nonetheless. "Must I guess, or will you be kind enough to spare my exceptional mind and tell me?" he replied with a small chuckle.

You playfully rolled your eyes and took a step closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "We're finally alone... for the first time in a while," you hinted, your gaze shifting longingly to his lips before returning to his eyes, which sparkled with intrigue.

"That's excellent news," Tech declared, pushing his goggles up his nose, his confidence surging. He used a finger to lift your chin, ensuring your eyes stayed locked on his. "How long has it been?"

"A while," you admitted a little sheepishly, glancing away. After Tech learned about your transition, you'd been apprehensive about the relationship's future. However, he had reassured you of his unwavering love he had for you.

"Then," Tech said, his chest swelling with confidence, "let's not waste any more time, pretty boy."

Your heart raced, threatening to break free from your ribcage. His endearing nickname left you flustered for a delightful change. As you start struggling to form coherent words, Tech kindly silences you with a tender kiss.

You melt against him, something that’s not so unusual and it’s not long until the kiss fires a bonfire inside both of you. Tech presses into you, his arousal evident against your stomach as he cleverly unclips his utility belt with ease.

“Eager?” You rasp against his mouth, helping yourself to strip off your gear and shirt, letting it drop to the floor without a care.

“How could I not be?” He mutters, eyelids heavy as he breaks away from the kiss, admiring your body before his hands start to roam. “Maker, you’re quite a sight to behold.”

His words made you putty in his hands so much so you pushed him into the cockpit until he collapsed down into his seat. Crawling onto your hands and knees, you sandwich yourself between his toned legs. “Perhaps this angle might excite you some more.” You purr with a wag of your eyebrows, a hand running over his thighs before you start to tug against the hem of his pants. He lifts his hips helpfully as you slide them down to his ankles and you let out a small whine as his cock springs free, leaking with precum already.

“Oh look, I was right.” You chime, mouth salivating already. Tech watches you intently, a coy smirk playing on his lips.

“Someone is doing a whole lot of talking and not a whole lot of pleasuring, darling.” He quips and you can’t help but swoon at his confidence that makes your legs tremble. When you first started dating, Tech was rather quiet during intimate moments but now? He will happily talk you through everything he is going to do to you.

You look at him with innocent eyes, one of your hands coming towards his throbbing length that suddenly twitches under your touch. “Is there a ‘please’ to come with that?” Tone teasing as you pump along his length.

He chuckles, stooping forward and resting a hand on the back of your head. “Please suck my cock… pretty boy.”

Again, the pet name sends you wild as you whine needily in response, allowing his hand on the back of your head to guide you towards his cock, wrapping your lips around the swollen end.

He hissed through his teeth then chewed on his lower lip as he watched you lock eyes with him, your mouth slowly becoming stuffed with his appendage. “It appears to me that you gain pleasure after I - oh yes, right there - give you a certain pet name.”

You hum in response, your mouth too occupied to reply with words. Your pleasure builds as your eyes start to sting as you take his length in further, poking at the back of your throat. You pull back from him, gasping for your breath and graciously wiping the spit from your lips. “Well observed.”

He chuckles, eyes lovingly pinned on your as his fingers play with your hair. “Keep doing a good job for me, and you will be rewarded with more than just a name.”

It doesn’t take you a second thought before your lips are back on his cock, tongue swirling around the tip and tasting the tasty saltiness that he had to offer.

You blinked up at Tech devilishly as his breathing became ragged and heavy, his hand leaving the back of your head to hold onto the underside of his chair.

Your mouth aches but Tech’s moans were too good to cut it short so you powered through just to hear his groans of pleasure as your throat tightened around his cock.

The feeling made Tech crazy, his hips involuntarily thrusting as his climax begins to bubble, praising your name before you let out a guttural grunt and doubled over, shooting his beads of pearly white come in your mouth.

“Good boy,” Tech pants, pushing his goggles up to rest on his forehead as he comes down from his high, watching you adoringly as you shift yourself into the chair beside him and grin softly.

“Was that to your liking?”

“Most significantly,” he wipes the sweat from his temple, flustered and still very much burning with desire, “but now it is time for me to return the favour.”

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[madschiavelique]

How many characters can we request for headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader? Are there any dark topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? What poly ships x reader would you accept other than Astarion x Reader x Halsin? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer? What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut? Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

hey there lovely anon !! thank you so much for all of these very good questions ✨ i tried to answer them as clearly as possible ❤️

─ .✦ How many characters can we request for headcanons?

I think that for a single post you can request up to 8 characters !

─ .✦ Would you do the same prompt with different characters?

yes ! and (linked to the previous question) if you wanted to request headcanons for more characters than 8 on the same prompt, you can simply ask for the same headcanon again with this time the additional characters you had in mind (i will simply name the headcanon as a part two)

─ .✦ Can we request for male reader, female reader, gender neutral reader?

you can request for all three yep ! you can also request me for trans!masc or trans!fem but i will probably take more time writing them because i want to make sure i wrote proper representation

─ .✦ Are there any dark topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc?

most of the dark topics i won’t write like rape are (like i mentioned in my post) listed in the request rules linked here ‼️ this rule list will be slightly changed considering i could now write rape/mentions of rape/non-con, con-non-con, yandere (i think this one is already on the list) and others i have to thoroughly go through !

─ .✦ What poly ships x reader would you accept other than Astarion x Reader x Halsin?

pretty much any as long as they are part of the list of characters that i can write for in general aka : astarion, shadowheart, gale, karlach, halsin, minthara, jaheira, minsc, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, orin (for orin i can make an exception and add gortash if anyone wants to ask a poly like gortash x reader x orin !)

─ .✦ Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily?

i don’t mind at all and i encourage it ! like i mentioned in my request rules i can definitely write for AUs (especially if the characters live happily ✨)

─ .✦ Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex?

i can write suggestive, implied sex, or mentions of sex yes ! as well as (like i said in my request rules) i do write smut yep !! if you request for it do remember to specify the gender of the reader or if you want to keep it gender neutral

─ .✦ Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specify the race/class like human/healer?

you can leave it ambiguous if you desire ! you can also completely specify race + sub races as well as class + subclass if you want and give me all the details in your beautiful mind, but you don’t need to feel obligated in it unless the class or the race plays a role in the request (in which case please do specify it❣️)

─ .✦ What kinks would you accept for requests? Can anons request smut?

for kinks, i accept generally the ones from the bdsm test except for pet, exhibitionist, slave, owner, and the ones listed in the request rules. the ones i tend to be more at ease to write include : praise, primal (hunter/prey) and a bunch of others i can’t think of at the moment 😭. you can DEFINITELY ask me for smut because my whore of a brain will completely serve it to you

─ .✦ Can we check with you if you received our requests? Thank you in advance!

absolutely ! but do remember that i have a life outside of tumblr and like i said in my rules i can write pretty quickly but if i don’t post your request in around a week of time it means that i’m busy.

that’s it !! thank you again anon for these questions and don’t hesitate to ask more if you have any in mind ✨

i will probably link this post to the one i made about reopening requests because they are very good questions that i’m sure a bunch of readers will want to know !

[rjthirsty]

Swapping Clothes

Leni & Nokto Klein

Words: 2k

A/N: I created an IkePri AU with gender changes, and Leni & Nokto are the twins. CW: Implied child abuse, canonical abuse, trans themes from the mind of a child.

Nokto ran his little fingers over the frilly dresses hanging in Leni’s closet. They were some of the cutest things he had ever seen, and for a moment he thought how lucky his twin was to be able to wear such pretty clothing. Like a real princess. Like their mama.

For a moment he let himself fantasize about wearing something with ribbons and bows, and just how pretty he’d feel. Leni looked very cute in everything she was dressed in, and since they were twins, he should look as good, right? Yeah, he was sure of it. He’d be just as cute, and maybe he’d get someone saying he was so precious, just like Leni did. Maybe Mama would even call him her sweet little one.

He was starting to get tired of being the bad child, maybe… Maybe if he was sweet like Leni, maybe he’d be better. Maybe Mama wouldn’t be so upset that she had two kids, that she had a boy like him, maybe she’d be happy that they were both just princesses. Maybe she’d sing to him. Maybe she’d sing to them both instead of having only the good kid get rewarded, maybe they could both be good kids.

Urged on by a desire to cover up that dark feeling growing inside him, Nokto pulled an outfit out of the closet and held it in front of him. It had little pearls sewn into it, and a layer of lace adorning several cross-sections. It looked just like the thing a doll would wear, and he liked the complicated design of it.

The sleeves were embroidered with flowers– not roses, he knew what those looked like, but these weren’t roses. Whatever this flower was, was something he hadn’t seen before and the way the different color stitching gave it life was beautiful in his eyes.

“Do you want to wear it?” Leni’s voice came from across the room and Nokto nearly dropped the dress with the way he shook from the scare of hearing someone else there.

Leni had been somewhere else, he wasn’t sure where, but when Nokto had come into their shared bedroom he had noticed there was no one around, which was the reason he decided to look at the dresses. This wasn’t something he hid from Leni, he was always talking about how pretty her clothes were and how cute his sister was, but he had been reprimanded more than once for playing dress up and Nokto was starting to get the idea that liking things like dolls and dresses wasn’t something he was supposed to do.

The dark, uncomfortable feeling in his stomach became thicker as he turned his eyes from his twin to the dress in his hand. “I was just thinking it was pretty. You’re so lucky, Leni. You’re so pretty in all these dresses.”

Leni crossed the room and stood next to Nokto, looking over his shoulder at the dress in hand. “This one is really pretty. You’d look pretty in it too, Nokto.”

“Mama says it’s not right.” Nokto repeated what he had been told, his eyes dimming as the memory of one of the punishments he had received came clearly back to him as if it were just from earlier today.

“Maybe Mama just doesn’t like when she can’t tell us apart.” Leni offered.

The thought made sense. Leni and Nokto weren’t identical twins, but they looked very similar, to the point that they could be confused for each other, and had been on some occasions. They had the same soft silvery hair, and the same red eyes that looked like strawberries. Leni didn’t like people fussing with her hair, so even their hair was worn in a similar fashion, devoid of barrettes and ties.

“You’ll let me wear it? You can wear my clothes. Then we won’t look the same.” Nokto was moving before he had even finished asking.

He set the dress on the bed and went to his bureau, snatching out a set of shorts, socks, a buttoned shirt, and a vest. He pulled a complete outfit out of his armoire and happily bounced back to Leni who was just watching as he raced around the room. Lastly, he threw his arms around his sister, embracing her in the biggest hug he could manage. She was so nice. He was so lucky to have a sister like her.

“I can’t wait to wear it! It’s so pretty! Do you think Mama will do my hair? I want it up in all those braids like hers is.” Nokto talked as he began undressing.

“Maybe. But you can get someone else to do it if she won’t. She brushes my hair sometimes, but I don’t like when they tie it all up like that. It hurts.” Leni rubbed at her scalp at the memory of how it pulled when they twisted her hair into knots. “Do you really like it?”

“Yeah! Mama has hers up, and all the Ladies I see as well. They put all those pins and ornaments in them, and I think it’s really pretty. Yours is pretty, too, Leni. But I also like yours how it is. You have nice hair.”

Nokto brushed his fingers through his sister’s loose hair, petting how soft it was. His was very nearly the same, but it was different when you were touching someone else’s hair, and for some reason it felt softer than his.

“I think yours is pretty, too.” Leni said and pet his head like he was doing to her. Her tiny fingers toyed with a loose curl as she twirled it around her finger. “I have a lot of barrettes, you can use them too.”

“I can’t wait!” Nokto exclaimed, turning back to the clothes that were tossed on the bed to finish dressing up.

He was much faster at dressing than Leni was, though a pair of shorts and a few buttoned up shirts were easier to get on than the dress he was trying to wear. There was more than one time when he had to ask Leni to help him tie or fumble with a button that he couldn’t reach.

Leni usually had someone helping her dress in the mornings, but he didn’t get that treatment. The attendants that set out his clothes for the day usually just set them on the bed for him to change into on his own. And that was fine, he didn’t need help with the buttons that he could see, but Leni was always put into something with too many knots and snaps in places that she couldn’t get to on her own, so it made sense that she needed help and he didn’t.

It was the same with their hair. Even though they both had medium length hair, Leni’s was brushed every day, and his wasn’t. He had wondered if it’s because he was the bad kid, but even on the rare days he wasn’t the bad kid, no one brushed his hair. Eventually, he had decided that it was because Leni wore the dresses.

Something about being in a dress meant that people treated you differently. They paid attention to you more. They talked to you more. They said nice things and smiled at you more. They gave you sweets, and helped you get dressed, and brushed your hair, and got you things you didn’t ask for. Wearing dresses changed the way everyone acted, and it was strange being the same as his twin, except he wore slacks, and none of those things happened to him.

But it wasn’t just that. Yeah, it was nice to think how nice people would be to him if he was wearing the dress for the day, but he just liked the clothes. They just felt right. The way they poofed and swayed, the fabric they were made with, the colors and the extra designs, it was all stuff that made him smile and he wanted to be part of it. He still didn’t understand why it “wasn’t right,” but if it was because Leni and him looked the same, then they should have just said so.

Leni knotted the last strings on Nokto’s outfit, and smiled happily at him. “You look so pretty, Nokto!”

Nokto felt his cheeks heat up a little, he was smiling so much they were starting to hurt. He bunched his skirts in his hands and gave a curtsy. “This is my favorite dress of yours. I like these flowers here.” He said as he dotted his fingers along the embroidery.

“Those are snow lilies.” Leni poked her finger over the design, rubbing at the threading to feel the soft, delicate texture. “I like that they’re white, like our hair.”

“Me too,” Nokto brushed his fingers through Leni’s hair again. She was right, they were almost the same color. He hadn’t really known why he liked the flowers, but maybe that was the reason.

“Leni, you look just like me, right now!” He giggled as he stepped back to see all of Leni in his clothing. “It’s so funny.”

“So do you! You look like me!” She giggled as she looked over her brother wearing her clothes, and thought it was like looking in a mirror, except, this time, she was Nokto and not wearing the dress.

“Wait! What if I’m you today?” Leni suddenly blurted.

“You want to be me?” Nokto’s smile fell slightly as that sense of unease started growing in his stomach again. If Mama was having a bad day, she might make them work to be the good kid and bad kid, and often he was the bad kid. He didn’t want Leni to be the bad kid. He didn’t want Leni to be him . But…

Suddenly he was thinking about all the things that changed when you wore a dress. He was thinking about how Mama was nicer to Leni than him. He was thinking about how she might decide they’re both good kids, because if she tried to punish Leni they could just tell her and then she wouldn’t be mean to Leni. It would be a surprise. And she would realize they were both good kids. Then maybe there won't be any more bad days.

A smile bloomed on Nokto’s face at the thought. They could all be happy together. Yeah, it sounded like a great idea. “Yeah! Let’s do it!” He lunged in and gave Leni a hug, jumping up and down in excitement while he squeezed her tight.

The twins giggled and embraced as they made their secret plan, excited about the opportunity to play such a great trick on everyone else. The first thing they had to do was go trick their older brother, Yves. And they could probably fool Leanne, and Candice wouldn’t know any better. Chevalier was kind of weird, so they’d stay away from her. Suriyel often showed up at some point during the day, though Mama told them to stay away from her. She was evil. But even Suriyel wouldn’t be able to tell if they did happen to see her.

In hushed voices, they talked about the places they’d go together and how funny it would be to tell everyone the truth after they tricked them. Nokto sat at the vanity while Leni brushed his hair. The way the bristles slid through his silver strands felt strangely calming and even in the giddy mood he was in, it made him want to close his eyes and just fall asleep to it.

[cainshitincorporated]

Right-wing ghouls are freaks abt trans people’s relationship to self-harm, and as such most well-intentioned people make it a point to avoid associating the two, outside of obvious conversations about how the inflated rates of suicide and self-harm among trans people are tied to a violently transphobic society, and to a lesser extent dysphoria as enforced by beauty standards, and not some innate self-destructive transgender lifestyle. I understand this well, as somebody with more than two braincells and a mind for optics in these issues. You don’t give fuel to the freaks, if you can help it, even if it is a pointless endeavor to try

I also understand the nuance and necessity of caution and care when writing these things for a general audience. To write a trans character who self-harms does not exist in a vacuum of my consciousness, where it is a means of comfort and self-expression. Just because I like to write these characters does not mean that my habit of making all my trans characters cut themselves isn’t reinforcing a harmful stereotype by adding data to the pattern. Not all of my (or our) characters self-harm, for that among many other reasons. I can’t recall a primary character we’ve written in the past several years who wasn’t trans, and amongst them, while a disproportionate number have tendencies toward self-harm, that’s more of a factor of my desire to make the subject less taboo than a desire to conflate it with transness. I take care in deciding when and why to introduce habits of self-harm to a character

However. All of that being said. Why are we kidding ourselves? Genuinely. What do we stand to gain by pretending a relationship does not exist there, between a person who defies the body created for them and the act of self-destruction? There’s a poetry there, isn’t there? There is an echo of tragic irony in the race to change a body before there is nothing left to change. The desire to tear open the flesh and to uncover what is beneath, behind the blood and muscle, the traces of the true self that seems to manifest only there. Our bodies are malleable, even expendable. Why wouldn’t we mutilate them? That’s what they already tell us we’re doing. Why not go further? Why not search for the line where destruction becomes creation again?

These are the thoughts a young trans person feels as they pick up the knife. Not a nuanced understanding of social optics, political rhetoric, representation. Just a craving for hurt and desperate, hopeless need to change what they can’t, what they don’t know they can’t nonviolently. Before they even learn the term for what they are, they understand what they are meant to do. They understand that there is blood, and there are scars, and that this will be the rest of their life. They’re more honest, in this way, than I am when I strive to explain the principle psychology of transness with studies and thoughtful analysis. Maybe it isn’t tasteful. Maybe it’s ugly, in a way. Maybe it makes you uncomfortable to think about- are we really sick, if we admit such a link exists? To that, I say: shut the fuck up. This isn’t about what you find tasteful. You’re getting in the way of the art

[marsbars1714]

Realized I don’t have a pinned post so uh. Little introduction thingy ig

Edited

My name/nickname is Mars, feel free to build nicknames if you want I don’t really mind

I’m queer. Just like. Broadly. That’s generally the term I use but if we wanna get more specific I’m trans masc and gay. That’s ab as specific as I’m willing to get bc everything else just amounts to “yeah fuck if I know we just vibing”

I’m a dumbass, if you couldn’t tell by the shit I say/reblog

I’m a USAmerican, only speak English fluently, but I’m trying (key word trying) to learn German

I use he/him they/they and it/its pronouns, however sometimes I will ask that one or more set of them is disused temporarily for some reason

I don’t personally use them for myself but I’m chill with neo and xenopronouns cause like. Why should I get a say in what you are called??

Uh

I have 2 side blogs currently but I don’t care to share those (be a good lil detective if you care that much)

I do post/reblog kink/sex related things on (rare) occasion. I do try to tag them when I remember to do if you wanna avoid that you should know what to do (either block the tags or don’t look through my reblogs n posts)

Generally if smth is nsfw and I remember to, I’ll tag it #nsft. If it’s like. Me yapping ab how hot I find men/a man, I’ll tag it as #nsft AND #nsft ish so like. If you don’t want either, block #nsft while scrolling my shit and if you just don’t want to see me being hot and bothered ab folks, block #nsft ish

If I can think of something more specific to tag it as, I will (ie: vore? Tagging that shit as #vore or whatever the common tag is. Odd example bc I’m not into vore but wtvs)

DNIs ig

Just general assholes. This includes TERFs (get outta here automatically, you aren’t gonna change my mind on myself and I don’t want you on my stuff), racists, Islamophobes, transphobes, homophobes, zionists, antisemites, etc. uh. Anti shippers ig?

I live by “ship and let ship” ngl. Yh I don’t like some ships but that’s personal taste. Like. Batcest as an example. I don’t wanna see that so I have it blocked. Do that if you don’t wanna see smth. Follow my example, it’ll save SO many people SO many headaches

obvs not a comprehensive list, it’s kinda just “if you hate/dislike/are discriminatory towards a person for some reason they can’t change (including religion, sexuality, race, hell even just a kink they might like that isn’t harming anyone that hasn’t consented to it) fuck off” but there’s probably other shit that I don’t want to interact with and I’ll probably add them as I remember

My standing on things I don’t like is “gross. Why do I think it’s gross? Are they harming someone who isn’t/can’t consent? No. Not my circus not my monkeys.” So uh.

for short, I’m a proshipper. I don’t like the idea of media censorship with the exceptions of what is made for minors to consume

[hyenagurl]

Opinion on drag queens? I can’t stand them tbh

im glad you asked tbh bc frankly i can’t really pinpoint my feelings entirely on them, its changed a lot over the years. when i was a 17-20 i was a HUGE drag race fan and i watched the show and posted on the subreddit, and this was when i first started exploring radical feminism so i wasnt unaware of the critiques going on about them here either. i guess back then i thought it was all in good fun. then a few years ago i lost interest in the show and like you i couldnt stand them anymore, i wrote them all off as overrated, sexist and tasteless caricatures of overblown femininity at best and actual degrading pornographic hateful stereotypes of women at worst (i considered then and now drag queens like trixie mattel, katya, detox icunt and raven to be the worst in this regard).

nowadays… im somewhere in the middle. while i dont know if i personally would go so far as to call it art (at least no more than i would consider the performance of femininity itself an ‘art’) i understand that it has its own history amongst gay men and i do think some of it has genuine merit as performance art - as in, some queens do put in the effort to make their own costumes, do their own choreography, etc. but on the other hand for that, if it is going to be evaluated as a performance art, then like other forms of art it should absolutely be held to the same standards of criticism, and shouldnt be shielded from that criticism just bc its an art created primarily by a marginalized group of gay men (or HST trans women). and thats where the very real feminist critiques on the misogyny in drag comes in, and it disgusts me that any concerns women have are written off as us being joykills or no better than conservative pukes or whatever. gay men are still capable of being misogynist towards women so it shouldnt be surprising at all that a good portion of drag queens are performing a sexist caricature of women (like the ones i mentioned above, those are considered to be the most famous and successful, go figure).

i think what really cemented this view in my mind was this clip that went viral awhile ago of this drag queen running around in a public space with this huge ridiculous floppy breastplate that was bouncing around… but then he ran into this group of children and he IMMEDIATELY cringed and covered himself. and it kinda just clicked for me for how weird some of this is, in a way that nobody but feminists were talking about. you have this grown man gleefully running around with this gross and porny and realistic looking piece of womens flesh worn over his body, because thats supposed to be funny and entertaining, and everyone takes it a face value and doesnt wonder what that says about how we view womens bodies?

i think the conservative backlash towards them in general is massively overblown, i dont think drag queens are in themselves inappropriate to be near children because feminine men are not inappropriate, altho i do think naked men or men wearing realistic breast plates or fetish gear ARE inappropriate to be around children, but thats just common sense lol, and yet both leftists and right wing morons fail to grasp this, that not all drag is child friendly, and similarly that some drag is misogynistic as well. (alot of them are mostly overrated as performers too…)

so yeah tldr i have mixed feelings towards them that can be best summed up as a passive annoyance or ambivalence. i agree that some of its very misogynistic and offensive, but that it varies from queen to queen. im sorry if this was meandering, im still trying to figure out my feelings towards them, and im hoping i can find some more feminist critiques on them to help me gather my thoughts towards them better lol

[shaftking]

As an obese trans person I am SO DAMN EXHAUSTED of haes peeps claiming fat people are “oppressed”. Like I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that they’re making it illegal to gain weight? That fat people are getting kicked out of their homes? THAT POLITICIANS ARE RUNNING POLITICAL CAMPAIGNS KN GETTING RID OF FAT PEOPLE??

Fuck haes activists. Obesity sucks because it’s inherently unhealthy. Being trans sucks because of an unaccepting society. The two are not the same.

(Also good on you for having the balls to be anti haes on main, wish I was brave enough to do that. So tired of the haes pushers on my dash.)

Yes like the fundamental difference between fat activism and activism from other groups like LGBT and racial minorities is that being of any race, gender, or sexuality is not something you can change. There is no amount of lifestyle changes and exercise and mindfulness that will make someone less black, trans, or gay. Ergo, treating people different in society or law for these traits is immoral and unjust.

And, absolutely, no one is trying to advocate genocide against fat people when we see fat activism and respond with the obvious: that being obese has negative health outcomes, that it’s not immutable, and that it has some impact on society when a third of the population is overweight or obese. It’s also why so much fat activism relies on talking points like how they can’t find cute clothes, or how people don’t want to date them, or how their doctor mentions that they would be better off not being 300+ lbs and equating these things to oppression. It’s a kind of denial.

[carpe-noctemseries]

Meet the Author

Hi, it occurred to me that I really should do one of these so y’all can get to know me a little better! Feel free to skip, but this one is a ride!

My name is Sam, he/him, and I’m a 28 year old trans man from the Nevada desert. I’m mixed race being half Filipino (my Dad immigrated to the US back in....like... I wanna say like ‘82?) and half Black, though I wasn’t really raised with either of my cultures so I’m learning more about both sides as I get older.

I’ve been writing since I was smol, originally because my adopted Grandfather (on my mom’s side) was a storyteller himself and I admired the way he could just.... spin an entire story at a moment’s notice. Coolest thing in the world to baby Sam. When he passed (can’t remember how old I was, but I was lil) I promised I’d keep telling stories the way he did to help keep his memory alive for me. He was the only member of my family I was genuinely close to, and being able to have a way of connecting with him was everything at the time.

All of my skills are self taught (I honestly cannot learn from other people without frustrating both sides, neurodivergents you feel me, right?) for that reason and primarily because I’m from a very poor family and I don’t have the means to reach out to higher learning even if I thought it might work for me. That includes any artwork I produce, any acting I do, any music I create, any writing I’ve made. All of it. I’ve spent a lot of time alone and it helped me keep my sanity to allocate that time to learning skills instead of chewing on the walls of my mental health.

I started writing the series I’m currently creating when I was in 6th grade. Yeah, it’s been that long. The first iteration of Carpe Noctem was actually called Eternal Knight and it featured Frost as the main character rather than Xinghua, but as I was in 6th grade it was a bit of a mess. There are a lot of things I’ve changed since then, but also a lot of Easter Eggs left in from that time. It’s grown a lot since then and I cannot state to you how much it means to me that I’ve gotten to the publication stage with it. I’ve been incredibly unlucky though life and due to one thing or another (My mother pawning my computer, or the computer just dying, having to move and losing the physical copy in the process) I’ve had to rewrite this story in it’s entirety four separate times.

It’s a labor of love but also probably a bit of a coping technique as, like I mentioned, I am incredibly unlucky. I’ve spent quite a lot of time homeless, and was so when I was working on making my publishing company and publishing the book earlier this year. My traditional publication attempts have been abysmal at best, and given the climate of the industry these days, I thought it would be better and ultimately easier to self-produce. Which is debatable, but it does put me in the driver’s seat of this whole thing. So if you’re looking to support an independent creator, know that there’s currently just me working on this story and I could really really use any support you’re able to give, even if that’s just chatting with someone about this crazy vampire novel you heard of online.

If I’m honest this story represents hope for me, the fierce, unfuckable belief that for as bad as things ever get, at the very least I can make something I consider beautiful and worthwhile. Something that might be able to let someone else escape whatever they’re going through for a while the same way it’s done for me. Above all, I think I write with that hope in mind.

Honestly most of my personal story is sad but at this point I think we’re all on that level. So suffice it to say, despite life throwing hands with me on sight, I’m a stubborn little dude with a lot of drive to make engaging and creative stories even if they never go anywhere.

I would say I’ve been inspired by works like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Underworld, Twilight, and The Vampire Diaries, but what I really mean by that is I constantly see work that’s just on the cusp of being really good that I end up frustrated by their failings (I’m sure you all relate to that) and then go write a story that subverts all of those issues. I was inspired by the MCU in the same way, but you’ll have to stick around to see what I mean by that.

Overall, I’m just a stressed out little guy doing his best to tell silly stories that let people have some fun and maybe cry a little tiny bit. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[someonesrealityshifting]

Here we go again;

Hello, loves! My name is Wybie, and I’ve been a part of the shifting community for a year now!

I am absolutely enthralled with shifting; I’ve felt so detached from this reality for so long (especially recently) and I can’t wait to meet all my comfort characters and s/os.

My DRs:

Hogwarts (Marauders and Golden Trio for now)

Miraculous Ladybug

Marvel (many Marvel DRs)

Percy Jackson

Fame (singer, teen actor, actor)

Biker

Spider-Man (TASM and ITSV)

K-Pop DRs can be found at @oh-honeyyes-youcan

Venom

Bluey

Ever After High

Criminal Minds

Cat

Ted Lasso

Boarding School

Siren

Mermaid

Streamer (normal and dark romance)

Fame (teen fame, actor, and singer)

Splintered (dark Alice in Wonderland book)

ACOTAR (Night Court and Autumn Court)

Mamma Mia!

Dystopian Ecobrutalism

Waiting Room (Farm and Fall)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Coraline

I believe that we will be great friends, if you give me the chance <3

Anyone younger than 16; no dms, no mutual-ness unless previously discussed. If you contact me for any reason (aside from asks) without disclosing the fact that you’re under 16, you will be blocked. I have no filter and no interest in saying something inappropriate.

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Please don’t follow or interact if you’re homo/trans/Islamophobic, Zionist or antisemitic, racist, ableist, classist, pro-Israel, generally cruel or bigoted, misogynistic, anti-shifter, gonna hate on me for age/race/gender changing or my religion, or an nsfw blog because a lot of my moots are minors.

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