#Which is to say NOTHING of the gender of it all

[nerdygaymormon]

My friend Mark Melville recently posted on his blog a number of thoughtful question and statements to explain why he doesn't agree with the LDS Church's current teachings and policies regarding LGBTQIA+ people. They’re so good that I wanted to share them.

As a young person, the message I got was that I was inherently bad if I was attracted to boys. The messaging has changed over the course of my life (thankfully), so if it has changed already, why can't it change more? The current messaging is "It's OK as long as you don't act on it." But "just don't act on it" is always going to make people feel broken or defective. I don't see how it could not.

More and more people are coming out—young people are coming out as teenagers, and older people in mixed-orientation marriages are coming out, and everyone in between is coming out. As long as the messaging is simultaneously "You need to fall in love and get married" and also "You're not allowed to fall in love and get married," this issue is not going to go away—no matter how many times you throw a family proclamation at it.

The people who make the rules for gay and trans people are themselves neither gay nor trans. And the people who are obsessed with enforcing the rules are neither gay nor trans.

The Family Proclamation (which isn't even canonized) says, "Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose." Since 2019, Church leaders have said that "gender" here means sex at birth. But here's the thing: Intersex people exist. There are people whose sex at birth, their physical body, is not quite male or female. If everyone's sex at birth is their eternal gender, then gender is not a binary in eternity. But if eternal gender is a binary, and intersex people are an exception in mortality, why can't trans people be an exception in mortality as well?

Even if it is true that everyone's sex at birth is their eternal gender, why do they have to live according to their eternal gender in mortality? We don't tell people, "You will have perfect vision in the Resurrection, so you can't have corrective eye surgery in mortality," or "You will have all your limbs in eternity, so don't use a prosthetic on earth."

One of Dallin H. Oaks's pet ideas is that queer people should "take the long view," meaning they should live in the way that will take them to the best version of eternity as taught by the Church. But we know virtually nothing about eternity. So in reality, "taking the long view" means to think about living with inner conflict and tension for decades and decades, just to gain rewards in an eternity that may or may not exist. For many people, this just makes them want to skip mortality and go straight to eternity.

There are many things the Church used to teach were sins, or at least not good, such as interracial marriage, mothers working outside the home, and women wearing pants in public. These things are no longer taught (thankfully!).

The Family Proclamation emphasizes a particular kind of nuclear family, with a mother, father, and children. This is a great kind of family; it's the family I come from. But I worry that this emphasis can be hurtful for people with different kinds of families. That includes not just queer families but any family that has been touched by death, divorce, adoption, and other circumstances. 

The scriptures are full of family structures that do not follow this pattern. On the cross, Jesus told Mary and John "Behold thy mother" and "behold thy son." Ruth and Naomi had no obligation to stick together. Abraham and others practiced polygamy. And the family of Jacob/Israel was anything but traditional.

In grad school, I had a very lesbian professor who talked about her children and grandchildren. Then I think about straight people I know who are terrible parents. I can guarantee that my lesbian professor's family life is more stable and loving than that of some straight people I know. There are so many loving families with two moms or two dads. Does God really think the righteous thing is to split these families apart?

Anti-LGBTQ ideas are often framed as "defending the family." But they don't "defend the family" at all. If I marry a man, it will not negatively impact anyone else or their family.

You know what are actual threats to the family? When people feel forced to enter mixed-orientation marriages that end in divorce and heartbreak. When people are murdered for being who they are. When people die by suicide because they don't see a place for themselves. When people are disowned by their families for being who they are.

A man paying for a female prostitute is very different from a man and a woman getting married, and the Church rightfully distinguishes between them. A man paying for a male prostitute is also very different from a man marrying a man, yet the Church lumps them together—and if anything, it treats the marriage as the worse thing.

If God's plan can be thwarted by two dudes getting hitched, then God's plan is incredibly fragile.

In my anecdotal observation, LGBTQ+ folks are among the most devout Church members. For example, in one of my YSA wards, someone told me that another individual in the ward was the best person in the ward, and then I was next. (Those weren't his exact words, but that was the gist.) I wasn't offended, because I agreed that the other person was the best person in the ward. But it turns out that individual is also gay. What does it say that the best people in our wards are gay, and then there's not a place for the best people?

The expectation for straight people is to get married. The expectation for gay people is to stay single. There is already a rule that applies to straight people that doesn't apply to gay people. So if we already have rules that apply to some and not to others, what if the rule that "marriage is only between a man and a woman" is also a rule that applies to straight people but not to gay people?

The rule that "marriage is only between a man and a woman" seems to exist only because gay people exist. Why would God create gay people, and then make a rule that they can’t be in love, even as everyone else is encouraged to be? Or why would he make a rule, then create people whose natural orientation is to go against it? And if he did make such a rule, why would I think that such a being was merciful and good and worthy of my worship? Boyd K. Packer himself acknowledged this when he said "Why would our Heavenly Father do that to anyone?"

In the early days of the Church, they practiced many kinds of sealings. People were sealed to each other not just as marriages but in various relationships. Many of these were known as adoption sealings, where grown men could be sealed to Church leaders. I don't know what the reality of sealings will be, but I think there's room for a more expansive vision of sealings than the one we have today.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

I am rotating transfemme Ralsei in my head now. I knew it was a thing but your post really made me SEE IT. I’ve also been reading through your poly fun gang works and that combined with Rouxls throuple comment made me write something myself (and start… two other longer fics because my god these three)

This is a very funny ask to receive, because up until very recently I have been what you might call "transfem Ralsei-agnostic" - I saw the interpretation, it made sense to me, but it didn't really call out to me the same way it did others. My main exposure to transfem Ralsei has been through the stellar @acaciapines and xir amazing Deltarune fics - I wholeheartedly recommend you read them just for how good they are!

I want to say that, before we begin, I am a cishet, gender-conforming male in my early 30s, so if I at any point come across as insensitive or I get something wrong, please do let me know and I will do my utmost to address it and improve as I move forward. Heaven knows trans folks have it hard enough right now without ignorant or ill-thought-out comments from well-meaning people salting their wounds.

Evidence has been steadily growing for the idea that Ralsei may end up transitioning mid-story, either as a way to better assert and express her growing self-identity, or as a giant middle-finger to the Prophecy which has controlled her life up to that point. It's started in tiny trickles - the word PRINCE being highlighted yellow when he first mentions it to Kris, indicating its plot importance; his reaction to the Spamton-mannequin dress, which it has been noted was the same dress worn by Mettaton, who is himself considered an allegory for transition; and the use of the track Lost Girl when it's discovered that Ralsei's room in the castle is completely empty, which prompts a discussion where he talks about developing his own opinions and personality.

All of these point to the possibility that Ralsei could very well become a princess before the story concludes, and considering the significance of the Prophecy foretelling all that is fated to happen, gains a new narrative significance as a way for her to escape the doom set before them. These combined make a compelling case, to be sure, and I would be very happy were that to actually occur in canon.

Now, I realise I must tread quite carefully here, because I don't want to give the impression that I think the transfem interpretation of Ralsei is in any way "lesser" to the current canon Ralsei. I adore Ralsei no matter what gender he or she will choose to identify with - if indeed he settles for one gender at all. I do feel that both interpretations of Ralsei have something valuable to say, however - Ralsei as a gender-non-conforming male who is nurturing, compassionate, wears dress-like clothing and partakes in traditionally "feminine" hobbies such as sewing and baking, works as a potential role-model for young males who wish to exhibit those behaviours but fear being judged for it. On the other hand, a transfem Ralsei who chooses that identity wholeheartedly and for her own selfish reasons is also an incredibly rousing idea that could be a huge boon for those who wish to follow in her footsteps.

Both are equally valid, of course, and I would be happy no matter what Toby has in store for Ralsei... my only concern is that these clues are hinting at this grand revelation only for it to amount to nothing, and I feel that people would find themselves VERY hard done by were that to be the case. I understand the need for Toby to hint at this development, especially if it does become plot-relevant as we've theorised... but the lack of more concrete foreshadowing and evidence has me slightly concerned. I suppose all we can do for now is wait and see.

OR! Maybe they could make Ralsei multigender/genderfluid as a way to express her shifting identity as he grapples with himself. Fitting that when faced with the idea of "your choices don't matter", Ralsei might go "But what if I DON'T choose? Check and mate, prophecy!"

And with that, I, Patchwork "cisgender male" Crow, shall take my leave, before I really DO overstep my bounds and wind up being pelted with tomatoes.

...

Agh, I got so caught up in the transfem Ralsei discussion I completely forgot about the 2nd half of this ask! I'm really pleased that you liked my poly Ralsei works, and that they inspired you to write your own! I'd love to read them when they're complete, so please send me a link whenever's convenient :D

[julietcpulet]

Idk but everyone else but that scene where Maomao grumpily took the cloth from Jinshi's hands to wrap it around his face herself really showed peak wife behavior. It's so cute how domestic that scene was and how it kinda contrasts with the popular joke in the fandom that Jinshi is the wife and Maomao is the husband (I never really got that joke).

Completely agree with you! Ironically that joke is all about playing on gender stereotypes where the wife is meant to be the nurturing, emotional one and the husband is the stoic, rational one. So because Jinshi is the one who appears more emotionally invested in Maomao and emotive, while she appears detached and analytical they put them in the reverse roles, him as wife and her as husband. I think that’s just because of the modern trend of wanting to gender bend though, something I don’t really agree with. Also it’s due to people thinking that somehow if a woman is nurturing and wifely in any way it somehow is demeaning and bad for her character so better to play up her manly traits instead. And on the reverse, male characters are only considered interesting now if they can be over feminized and perceived as womanly.

With Maomao and Jinshi though, we actually see that they fit the typical husband and wife dynamic very well and neither has a problem with it. Maomao wants to nurture Jinshi, she likes taking care of people and it comes easily to her no matter how she tries to convince herself it doesn’t. Even how she can sternly reprimand him for not sleeping or taking care of himself already sounds like a loving wife might be towards her husband.

With Jinshi, he’s protective like a husband, wanting to enter the carriage in the first place to check on Maomao regardless of his completely exhausted state. And he shows a husband’s ability to protect a wife’s heart by bearing the weight of the heavy conversation around Shisui and revealing her fate without being blunt. He’s confident enough to pull her beside him on the floor but soft in searching if she’s injured and was harmed, his fingers only lightly turning her collar.

There’s nothing wrong with men fitting the traditional husband role and women the traditional wife role, we were made for them and naturally gravitate in that direction. It’s just become a trend in media to try and subvert that because it’s seen as less feminist to tell women they have wifely traits and masculine traits are now considered toxic masculinity. Jinshi is not a typical character I’d call a simp today where he chases Maomao around with no reciprocation, that’s unmanly and not husband material. He pursues her which is different. He respects her strengths and she admires him for his. They lift one another up, challenge each other but also make each other’s lives brighter and better which is what husbands and wives should do for one another. I so hope we get to see their story end as a married couple because they’d be adorable.

This long answer was probably not the intent of your ask but I tend to be long-winded 😂 needless to say I agree, Maomao’s actions in these moments begin to reveal that her care for Jinshi goes deeper than simply because he is the Moon Prince, it’s more personal than that.

[isaacswhy]

hii could I request a isaacwhy fanfic in where the reader gets jealous and self conscious that Isaac doesn’t post her often then he explains to her that it’s so safety reasons then he gets all cutesy with her :33 make it lovey dovey at the first and just go freaky and nasty at the end 🙏🏻🙏🏻😊

jealousy, jealousy

isaacwhy x gn!reader w. 1.6k

in which you get a little frustrated that your boyfriend isn't posting you, and isaac reassures you in the best way possible. nsfw fic

contains: pet names (baby), no gendered terms/anatomy, fingering, possessive isaac, praise kink (both isaac and reader), big dick!isaac, creampie

you weren't jealous.

no, you weren't. you had just been staring at your phone on and off for the last twenty minutes at the same instagram post. the feeling that arose in your chest was anything but jealousy. it was love.

isaac had posted once again, almost entirely with his friends. the one picture you were in, you were with the rest of his friends. no cute couple photos or anything of the sort. you barely existed in the entire collage of pictures. and that... that made you a little upset.

you knew it wasn't smart to sit there and stew in your own frustration, so you begrudgingly stood up and walked to your boyfriend's room.

knock knock knock.

"yeah?" a familiar voice called out from within, "hold on one sec, i gotta put on some pants!"

you had to pry off the smile that crept onto your face, shaking your head and looking at the floor. there was a ten second pause as you heard clamoring footsteps from inside the room before the door swung open.

"hi." you said, voice a little overly flat. bad start.

you saw the slightest worry flash through isaac's eyes before he beamed, grinning ear to ear as he reached out a hand to take yours. "hi! everything alright?"

you shrugged as you laced your fingers with his and walked into his room, shutting the door behind you. "well, not really." you tried to take a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

that big, doe-eyed expression returned to isaac's face as he sat down right next to you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "okay, then tell me what's up so we can figure it out."

you nodded, squeezing his hand back. "i need to know why you don't... like, post me. at all."

"what do you mean?" isaac scooted a little closer.

"you know, like..." a dark, green feeling rose in your chest. you took a deep breath through your nose and let out a long exhale, regaining your composure, "on social media. i'm not in your posts hardly ever, i'm not really in your videos, and you only occasionally tweet about anything we do together. i just feel like i don't exist."

isaac opened his mouth for a second and paused, putting his other hand on top of the one he already held. "i know what you mean, and i'm sorry that my posts made you feel upset. i'm really happy that i'm able to post about you when i do, especially when we got our little hardlaunch post out there. but... i really worry, you know? people are fuckin' crazy and i really want to keep you safe."

"nothing makes me happier than when i get to show the world how much i love you," isaac continued, "i just hope you understand where i'm coming from when i say i want to make sure your peace and privacy aren't being stomped on by a bunch of weirdos online with too much free time."

you listened intently, watching as he bared his thoughts to you. it made far too much sense for you to stay upset, so you let the anger subside. it was replaced in part by longing, but not nearly as much negativity as before.

you sighed, moving forward so you could wrap your arms around isaac and bury your face into his chest. "thank you. thank you for telling me. i really, really want to be posted by my boyfriend more often but i understand."

he chuckled, bringing his hand up to rub your back and pull you closer. "i know, baby, and i'll try my best. i really do love posting you, y'know."

you smiled, looking up at him. "oh really? why's that?"

"because i get to show the whole world that you're mine."

he pulled you into a kiss, fully moving you into his lap. his large hands kept a steady hold on your waist as his lips pressed against yours. you reciprocated in kind, keeping the kiss slow and tender. his words worked through your core like fire.

one of his hands eagerly made its way down to your thigh, and you could've gone crazy from that alone. you deepened the kiss, not worrying that it got sloppier.

you moved down against him, feeling him tense for a second and groan against your lips. the sweatpants he had haphazardly thrown on before you arrived were leaving nothing to the imagination. you hadn't been kissing him longer than a minute or two and he was hard as a rock.

"someone's excited," you said as you pulled away from the kiss for a moment to look, "i want to show you that you're mine, too."

"oh, i am," isaac nodded before kissing at your neck, slightly nipping at the skin, "i'm all yours."

your eyes closed instinctively as he left messy, slow kisses down your neck. he slightly sucked on the skin, sending little shocks through your skin of excitement. "isaac.." you muttered under your breath.

"don't you want the whole world to know you're mine?" he teased, leaving one final mark on your collarbone.

"how are you going to be able to post me if my neck's half purple?"

he softly laughed against your skin before nodding, using his hands to lift you with ease and lay you back on the bed. he was grinning as he pushed his sweatpants and boxers down in one quick motion, moving quickly back to you to kiss you once more.

you felt his slight desperation as he kissed you, hands pushing down on the waistband of your shorts. you allowed him to struggle for a moment to get your shorts and underwear off himself, smiling to yourself as he had to break the kiss to do so. his eyebrows slightly knitted together in frustration before he finally did it.

he pushed you further up until your head was lying comfortably on his pillows, hardly noticing as his deft hands reached over to the bedside table. with a soft pop of the plastic cap, he poured some lube onto his fingers. his open hand moved your leg as one finger sank inside of you slowly.

his oversized hands gave him exceptionally large fingers, making you slightly wince at the initial intrusion. the discomfort was almost immediately replaced with a comfortable stretch, accompanied by pleasure as he worked it in and out of you.

one was quickly replaced by two thick digits, operating with practiced finesse. he knew you well by now, understanding just how used to him your body had become and how easily you opened up for him.

"there you go," isaac coaxed as he began to fuck his fingers into you faster, slightly moving them open as he pushed them inside to stretch you out further. "that's it."

you bit back strangled whines that moved up your throat, your eyes being forced shut. "fuck, isaac. don't make me wait."

although he hesitated for a moment, he nodded and removed his fingers from you. the absence of him drew out a whine from you, but you knew you wouldn't have to wait long. you saw him pouring out a bit more lube into his hand, working it onto his dick before lining himself up with you.

his eyes met yours and you nodded, feeling the fat head of his cock press against your entrance. you took in a deep breath as he slowly sank inside, feeling your body already stretching to accommodate. he was breathing hard, letting out soft sounds as he bottomed out.

"you okay, baby?" he asked, hand rubbing circles into your thigh as he stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust.

you nodded vigorously. "yeah, just don't stop," you pleaded, feeling yourself adjusting quickly to his size.

isaac didn't need more than that. he drew his hips back and roughly thrust them forward, starting at an eager pace. the immediate intensity had you seeing stars, drawing your hands up and scratching down his back as you moaned out his name.

"isaac, that feels so good," you said through stuttered syllable, "you're so fucking good."

isaac buried his head into the side of your neck and kissed up towards your ear, pushing your legs further open with his hands as he began to drill into you hard. every thrust seemed controlled, not one softer than the rest.

"you're so perfect, baby," he softly moaned, his breath hot against your skin and giving you goosebumps.

your hands grabbed at his shoulders hard, digging in as you felt tightness and pleasure beginning to build in your core. he seemed to be close as quickly as you were, slight desperation starting to show in the sharp movements of his hips.

his unrelenting pace had the exponential build of pleasure quickening. your nails dug in hard as he fucked into you with reckless abandon, not even needing to say anything before you suddenly came undone.

the quick rise was succeeded by an intense wave of pleasure, rocking through your body with such force your vision went spotty momentarily. you cried out his name into the crook of his neck, body clenching around him like a vice.

he followed shortly behind you, hips stuttering as he came. he gasped out your name through shallow breaths, repeating it like a mantra. you felt his thick cock twitch as he released deep inside, his hands finding their way around your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"god, you're fucking incredible," he said with a blissed-out smile, kissing at the side of your face and back down your neck.

"you are too, you know," you said, "now i think i'm owed at least a single story post."

a/n: i kinda skipped over the fluff part in favor of smut. whoops lol hope you like it

[steamberrystudio]

Howdy, is there a reason Yren’s little character profile says ‘mostly uses he/him’ instead of prefers like the others? Just curious if that was intentional or not! 🖤

Yes, it was intentional!

So Asher, Daaz, Kav, and Noel have preferred language.

Raif and Yren, generally speaking, do not have a preference on language.

Myloriens in general tend to not have strong gender identities or preferences. Culturally speaking gender has been unimportant for a long time and they've not had things like "strong gender roles" for centuries. And they tend to also not have strong language preferences in this area either when dealing in other languages.

So typically their mentality is "whatever language people default to is fine for me."

This isn't true for everyone, of course, and like all cultures, there are a range of gender identities. Some identify strongly with what we'd consider a male or masculine presentation, others with a feminine presentation. Others are more androgynous but some want nothing to do with any sort of 'categories' or the concept of gender at all.

And Raif is kind of like this. He does not like when people put a lot of focus on gender as part of his identity. He doesn't have a preference language-wise and really doesn't mind how people refer to him but he hates when it feels that people are putting undue attention on language or where he fits in the gender spectrum. He would never direct people towards specific language and generally tells people "whatever you want." He "uses" he/him and they/them because the English speaking people he knows default to those things. No one he knows uses she/her but he wouldn't correct it if they did. Some people pick up on his dislike for the concept of gender and use neutral language for him, which he's fine with. So this is why people use a blend of language for him - and he's fine with it. He will generally not direct anyone towards specific language.

Yren's mindset is similar to Raif but different in that he doesn't have any particular antipathy towards the concept of gender like Raif does. He would generally call himself a man or, if asked, he might tell people that the language of he/him is totally fine. Because he understands this is how most people will naturally perceive him and he's totally fine with them doing so. He knows most people are likely to see him and put him in whatever is the (or one of the) "masculine" oriented gender(s) for their species. At the same time, if someone referred to him as "nonbinary" or used they/them (or any other neutral language) with him, he'd be fine with it and not correct it. If someone used feminine language for him, he wouldn't correct or be bothered by it but he'd kind of go "That was a surprise👀" where Raif probably wouldn't even clock that it had happened in most situations.

So yeah, that's why Raif and Yren both have "uses" or "mostly uses" vs "prefers" - they don't have a preference and the language they use is based on what English-speaking Terrans default to for them.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

5 + 1 type fic where eddie somehow gets transported between multiple realities where he and buck are already together and every time he sees it is another push closer to him realizing his feelings

maybe he's jumping at will, maybe it's through the full length mirror outside the showers at the station idk BUT:

there's a universe where evan buckley is actually eva buckley. she still goes by buck, even having had a similar buck 1.0/2.0/etc. thing going on according to hen and chim.

this universe's eddie tells eddie prime he was head over heels for eva as soon as he saw her his first day. it still took them a while, feeling like his feelings were a betrayal to shannon no matter what was happening between them, but with shannon and him separated and later divorced, it was easy to let himself fall for his headstrong coworker.

the next one he is thrown into is flipped; eddie comes face to face with someone who is a spitting image of adriana.. or maybe not? she could be his twin, reall--- ah.

this eddie is actually edith, named after a grandmother on their mom's side ("I go by Edie, actually."), and again, was practically head over fuckin' heels for Buck on her first day. they talk about how different they had it when her Shane left christopher, it was no contest or hassle to get chris into the school she wanted him in, didn't have to think about shane until he tracked her down and asked for a divorce so he could get married to an old flame he met up with again while back in LA.

she was pissed, of course, but had all but washed her hands of him when he left chris over one of her deployments. but same as eddie, evan buckley was in her corner from the beginning, introducing her to carla, helping with fixing up hers and her abuela's home when needed, and sure, he had flirted up a storm when she first started, but his offer to pose as mr. diaz for chris' school interview was backed by nothing but good intentions. Buck strolls in then, wary of eddie at first, but when edie explains, all he says is "Boy you is hot." earning him a light smack on his chest from Edie.

the next universe he's dropped into is completely gender swapped. Evan is Eva, Eddie is Edith, hell, even the rest of the 118 are flipped.

His Chimney isn't Howie, but Henrietta. (Still called Chimney for the same reason) who has a boyfriend in Buck's older brother Matthew (Matty for short); Eddie's Hen is now Howard (HILARIOUS that the two swapped genders and names in this universe, he thinks to himself), who has a husband and daughter named Karl and Danielle.

His Bobby isn't Robert here, but Robin, still called Bobby though.

Athena is Apollo here, Christopher is Christine, Eddie's Abuela Isabel is Edie's Abuelo Isaias, his Tia Josephina is Edie's Tio Jose..

and yet, Eva and Edie are as thick as theives, attached at the hip, sickeningly in love with matching tattoos on their left ring fingers.

it's the next jump that does it.

when he arrives in this one, he thinks he's finally made it back to his own for a moment, everyone in the firehouse is who they are supposed to be, where they are supposed to be.

except for the pissed-off looking him coming his way with a curious and wary buck (evan, this time) on his heels.

Eddie explains best he can, that he's been jumping through realities and just trying to get back to his own when he notices the black ring of silicone on his (the other his) hand as he pulls it down his face.

Eddie looks over at this Buck. Clocks the matching silicone band on his hand.

"Why were you jumping though, what is the universe trying to get you to see?" Buck wonders aloud.

"I think it's screaming at me, actually." he responds

"The universe doesn't scream." this Eddie grouses

He studies himself for a moment, then asks, "What did it take?"

"For what?"

Eddie looks over at Buck, then back to himself. Watches his own gaze soften. "Ah."

"'Ah.'? What's 'Ah.'?" Buck asks, confused.

This Eddie ignores him. "A lot of things, actually. Which one do you want?"

"The first one."

"The first wha--" Buck tries, but Eddie cuts him off.

"After the earthquake." he says, "He drove me to get Chris and talked to him about whether or not dogs know they are dogs the whole way home."

Ah. He knows that one.

He swallows, "What was the one?"

This Eddie scoffs, "Take your pick, man. Literally every one of the other things that have happened to us got me closer every time. Repression and adamance on straightness be damned."

Eddie nods, smiling weakly. So it's always been Buck.

"But the one that made me kiss him was when he took me home after the sniper."

This Buck's face lights up in realization. "So that's what it's screaming at you."

Eddie huffs out a laugh. "Looks like it."

"So." This Eddie hedges.

"So?"

"Are you going to? As soon as you get back?"

"We're well past the sniper in my universe."

"Doesn't matter," this Eddie shakes his head, "You could pop back up in yours and kiss him in the middle of the station and I promise he wouldn't care."

"He's right, I wouldn't." Buck grins.

"No one in the whole station would care." This Eddie adds, Buck nodding along.

Eddie nods too, already itching to get to the next universe (or hopefully his own).

"Wait!" Buck says, probably reading the look on Eddie's face. "Before you go... I've always had this fantasy.."

This Eddie shoves him away with a palm to the face, "You go, I'll distract the horndog."

Eddie laughs, running back to his own universe, his own Buck.

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

Sorry to take your lovely and emotionally nuanced omega vale to someplace so crude - but before everything went wrong he was really getting off on big-dick baby alpha marc rolling over and begging for it wasn’t he

what is omegaverse if not an excuse for crude sex. all this talk of slicks and wets in silverstone got me thinking

The whole thing should grate on Valentino—Marc should grate on Valentino. Marc who has a broad mouth and no shame, who rides his motorcycle like he wants to die on it, who looks up at Valentino with pink cheeks and wide, eager eyes.

It should get on his nerves.

“Vale,” Marc whines—whines, a noise you’d gave to wring from Valentino on a rack.

But Marc doesn’t care. Marc never cares about humiliating himself, and why should he? He presses his nose to Valentino’s concave chest, hips rolling obscenely, rubbing his thick, pornstar cock against the glossy blue strap he picked himself.

The base is flushed. Maybe he'll knot just like that, over nothing. Valentino wants—perversely—to hold it in his hands. To squeeze, tight and mean, when he's about to come. That might make Marc cry, fat, pathetic tears, a please, Vale stuck in his throat.

He’s never been with an alpha who knotted like that and didn't want to stick it anywhere.

Then again, Valentino’s never been with an alpha who wanted to be fucked either, so.

He braces his hand around Marc’s throat, feeling it jump under his palm when Marc jolts, a tiny, wretched ah ripped out of his insolent mouth. Like this, it's the easiest thing in the world to rub the pad of his thumb over his scent gland, the way he'd do to the omegas he fucks.

Marc freezes, his face breaking open, black eyes gone glossy—this guts on the floor kind of want that makes Valentino want to shake him until he stops doing that, until he gets it in his head that people are watching him.

His hips jerk, small hitches, but now he's grinding Valentino’s strap on the strip of skin between his asshole and his balls. “You have to,” Marc manages to grind out, clumsily, scent so thick that Valentino could chew on it, could puke over it, could drown.

“How can I fuck you,” he says, meanly, heartbeat thrumming on the tips of his fingers, “if you aren’t presenting?”

Valentino wouldn’t usually start shit like that. It’s the quickest path to a wannabe model selling a headline to the tabloids: Valentino Rossi—Secondary Gender Inversion? But Marc just stares, wide-eyed, baby deer on the headlights, and scrambles to get off him.

Only to get all fours on the bed, to thrust his ass up.

His cunt clenches empty, aching, damp. Heat sharpens like a fishhook twisting inside him. His hole is shiny with lube, and his dick is shiny with pre-come.

“Funny alpha they say is supposed to replace me,” Valentino sneers, almost laughing, once he manages to swallow the spit pooling on his tongue.

“You said it too,” Marc shoots back, looks over his shoulder with a grin—this sloppy, shameless thing. It’s the sort of reckless, cocky sharpness that gets old men grumbling about teaching a lesson, which Valentino knows. “The new model, right?”

Valentino grins back at him, like he’s holding thorns between his lips. Grabs Marc by the scruff and shoves his face into the mattress.

Yeah, the new model. Rookie champion, 10 wins in 10 races, two in a room fresh from the lighter classes, and isn't he Rossi 2.0.? But it isn't Marc leading the championship now.

Very gently, Valentino presses the strap’s tip against his hole and pushes in with slow grinds. Marc jolts, whimpers—a noise like he’s dying, gritty with the rumbling in his chest.

He smooths a hand over the muscle on Marc’s back, drags his nails there. “You can take it,” Valentino coos.

“Christ,” Marc laughs, drool making his mouth gleam.

Probably. The strap is absurd even, obscene, larger than Marc’s own cock, the kind of thing Valentino owns to make people cry when he fucks them. Marc had gone glassy and wide-eyed when he saw it, reached out for it immediately.

It catches under his skin like sand—leading the championship, fucking this sloppy baby alpha with a big dick he doesn’t even want to use. Valentino, inspired, a noise caught in his molars, works a hand under him and pinches one of his brown nipples.

That makes Marc writhe, buck into the last few inches of the strap left. Valentino leans back to watch his hole stretched around the silicone, how Marc clenches when he fucks in. He’s thinking, like a fever dream, skin stretched taut over his bones, about—

He spent a heat with Marc, an ill-timed thing between Rimini and Aragon, dizzy on winning, on the thought that maybe next year if they got a little sharper, if the Honda got a little meaner. Marc had been so adoring, this naked, raw awe carved on the baby fat of his cheeks even when he’d been sullen about finally losing, that Valentino hadn’t even minded the need to be fucked that much.

After, though, he started—he started lactating, a thin, pale trickle from his sore nipples.

After, Marc showed up to the Ranch with his full crew.

Valentino puts two of his fingers into Marc’s mouth, hooks them into the soft flesh of his cheeks. His moan when Valentino pulls back and shoves the strap back inside him comes muffled, a wordless, pleading mewl.

This is how it should go—things would be so much fucking easier if Marc had had the decency of being the omega he so clearly loves acting like.

“C’mon,” he spits out, garbled, face scrunched against the sheets. Thrusts his hips back.

“Of course,” Valentino laughs, and he usually wouldn’t, and he shouldn’t. But his mouth is moving before he can stop it, and the words are soapy, sticky sweet, barbed wire. “Anything for my pretty omega.”

[louisinart]

rewatching ofmd s1 and I'm absolutely blown away by how much Jim comes into themselves by the end of season two. Knowing the character they become its really stunning to see how disengaged and cynical they are at the start of it all.

Their motivations are almost entirely reactive, to escape Spanish jackie and then to live out their nanas dream of justice. The while time they are in survival mode, moving quickly and efficiently and quietly. Ultimately, moving how they were trained to and nothing else. Because it works! It works so well that I didn't consider something might be missing.

But in season two they're made to be messy, loud. They are stuck on Ed's Breakdown Ship and so have to act differently than they ever have. Not just because they are yelling and screaming and covered in blood cutting a guys leg off, either. They're connecting and caring and critiquing and supporting, they're emotionally engaged in a real way that they very much weren't in season 1. Every day on Ed's ship is horrible, but at least they're present for it. Every day pushes them to be in survival mode but they refuse. They tell fang a story, they kiss Archie back. When Ed says "kill or die" they say "no."

And then, after all that, when they finally get to rest again? Yeah, it's a rough transition, but once they get through it they're absolutely fucking teeming with life. They're painting on a mustache, they're creating conspiracies, they're crossing boundaries to get olus girlfriend back. When the dust settles Jim is inhabiting themselves in a way we haven't seen in the show previously. There is a richness to their character that feels incredibly natural and earned, to the point that I didn't even notice it until I went back to season one and realized how lost they were.

Its pretty obvious that this show is about Ed and stedes collective mid life crisis, but it wasn't until now that I realized its also Jim's coming of age

[sailorsun546]

gender is limiting or whatever vessel said

[guidingthulite]

guys if the next n25 event is kanade5 and kanade helps mizuki in a way no one else could because kanade is what brought n25 together in the first place and gives mizuki strength to face her fears can you all go "alma you're so smart" and "alma we love you and your infinite wisdom" and "alma i'm going to draw kanamizu for you"

[hetheymerrill]

You could write a crazy gender studies paper on just the character creation screen of fo4

[andiv3r]

Sometimes I see something that reminds me that other people are using this website in a drastically different way from how I am

[tyracaterinagrant]

cute guy winked at me while he was wearing a milan tracksuit........ i might self combust

[feline-evil]

Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.

[dullahandyke]

Who is Bláthnaid youve been Bláthnaid posting recently who is she?

Girl (gender-neutral) in my noggin <3

[drewlypso]

i was thinking too hard about utdr and started thinking about how the difference between player and character being highlighted can also be commentary on how children (queer children in this case) are often mistreated and not seen as their own person