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[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Only for you

Emo!Wanda Maximoff x FemReader

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: Just the above, but I also added some reader backstory

Warning: Reader backstory including: physical pain, arguing, bullying, mental instability, manipulation, R being held against her will Present time storyline: mutual pining, Unestablished lesbian relationship, slight teasing by the team, jealousy, posessiveness, love confessions, fluff, Happy!Ending <3

Joining the Avengers was a challenge. It wasn’t the constant work outs and strict diet to keep you healthy and strong, it wasn’t even the danger or the threats to your life, even the annoying attempts of the media to follow you and snap pictures of you didn’t bother you that much. They all got buried by the government before they saw the light of day anyway. It was the people. Not that you weren’t grateful to them. They had saved your life after all. Gave you a purpose in life. But… The Avengers were a tough group to get to know and even tougher to live with sometimes. Of course, some preferred having their own homes, like Clint and his family, or the notorious Captain Marvel, that didn’t even live on Earth, and just as expected, those that did live in the tower had their own floors, rooms, offices, so you didn’t even meet them that much, but that just made it even harder to really connect. That’s why Steve insisted on team building activities, training together, even attending Tony’s stupid parties, all in the name of bonding. The man meant well and he really had a big heart, but he just couldn’t see that some of the Avengers had very little in common.

The thing is… You were born a witch. Not from a powerful clan, or with deeply rooted ancestry, and you probably would have stayed that way, had you not made a terrible mistake. Truly, you were just angry at the time. Barely a teenager, who thought she had all the answers. You were arguing with your mother about something, not that you could even remember what for. It was probably so stupid. But you both lost your temper, screaming at each other, until she had sent you to your room. She thought she was de-escalating the situation, giving you both time to calm down. What she didn’t know is that you had been through her collection of spell books and brought them all to your room. So when you slammed the door behind you, stupidly, unthinkingly, you grabbed the books. You weren’t sure what kind of spell you were hoping to find. Just something to make all the emotions inside you stop raging. But you found an absorption spell instead. In your head, you thought that if you just learned this spell and then performed it, you’ll search through the books much faster and then you’d able to do… What? God, you had no idea. Thinking back now, that was such a ridiculous thing to do. But you learned the spell, grabbed the candles you had in your drawer, surrounded yourself with all the books you had taken and just started the chant, hands touching the pages of the books and starting to feel their content seeping into your skin. It stung! That’s what you remember most. The feeling of that black ink seeping into your skin, as if splitting it open to make its way inside, clawing its way in your veins. It hurt so bad, but it wouldn’t stop. You had said the words, and now the spell was doing its work, emptying the pages of the books around you. You tried to pull your hands away, struggled to get it to stop, but it wouldn’t. Every painful second felt like hours. The panic inside you was rising, watching the inky blotches making their way up your arms, crawling like black maggots under your skin, up your shoulders and neck… You were so scared, heart pumping wildly in your chest as you watched it happen, begging for it to finally stop.

But with the end of the spell, you found yourself facing a greater torment. You had taken too much, too fast for your brain to fully comprehend. All the words swirled in your head like a hurricane, making it impossible to distinguish your own thoughts. You tried to calm down, tried to put those racing thoughts in order, trying to meditate, just like your mother had thought you, but it was useless. It wouldn’t stop. In the end, it was your screams that attracted your mother to your room, panicked and scared, just as you were, trying to get you to tell her what you had done, but you couldn’t even put a sentence in order. Your brain was so scrambled, growing more incoherent by the second. Maybe that’s when you passed out? You couldn’t tell. You had very little recollections from that time. The next days were a blur. You don’t remember much. Just your room. Your mother told you that you were consumed by madness. Spewing lines from spells, incoherent and jumbled together. But sometimes you would get one right. She’d had to confine you to your room and bind you with runes, so you wouldn’t start casting without even knowing it. She told you it took you two weeks, before you started to come back to yourself. It was a miracle you even managed it. Some witches never recovered from such a thing. By the time you came back to your school, there were so many rumours about you, people whispering behind your back. You were changed. Thinner, more withdrawn, trying to keep to yourself. But kids were cruel and curious. They teased you, tried to get you to admit why you were missing from school all this time, attacking you, when you tried to ignore them. You should have known it was inevitable that you snapped and did something you’d regret.

It was just before summer break, you thought you had gotten through the worst of it, that you had your emotions under control, practicing every day, just so you could keep all the magic from spilling out. Many people didn’t know, but grimoires weren’t just books full of spells. Each spell, written within the pages was also a tiny bit of magic, leaving its imprint and taking root. You hadn’t just absorbed the knowledge, but the magic too. It was more than you’d ever felt, more than you knew how to control, so you practiced relentlessly. But when pushed, it bubbled to the surface. Fucking Madeleine Dupont, daughter of the Patric Dupont – owner of the biggest, most profitable manufacturing business in town, was obnoxious, spoiled, annoying and with a mean streak wider than her daddy’s newly acquired 23 acres of land for their grand mansion. The girl loved to pick on everyone, but recently, she had set her sights on you and in that fateful day, she and her friends cornered you into an empty classroom, taking drugs out of their pockets and trying to get you to take them. When “gentle” persuasion failed, one of them grabbed you, holding you by the hair and trying to force your face onto a desk, where they had spilled some powder. You didn’t even know what it is. But they started to overpower you, and the tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried to tell them that you didn’t want this, that you needed them to stop, only added to their exhilaration.

They eventually pinned you down, laughing menacingly as they tried to get you to breathe it in and you lost control, pushing them back with your magic, a wave of energy blasting through the whole room, making desks and chairs fly to the ground, just like the girls had done. You tried to reign yourself in, to stop the emotions from taking over, but you were mumbling spells already. You remember just a blast. You remember waking up in a cell, body strapped to a small hospital bed, being pumped full of something. And the woman. She was your “handler” and on most days, the only person you saw or spoke with. She told you what happened. You’d killed those girls. Part of the building collapsed because of what you had done and the rubble crushed them. You must have protected yourself on instinct. Survived it somehow. They were giving you medication, making sure you heal properly. And then your training could begin. They were HYDRA. And they had a special interest in people like you. They made it clear that they weren’t just your supposed saviours, but also your captors. They weren’t going to just let you leave their facility. Instead, they aimed to train you. You were one of the lucky ones. You learned that after you were rescued from that HYDRA base. They never tortured you physically. Instead, they decided that they could break your mind, already weakened by what you’d done to yourself. They aimed to convert you. Half your training was spells and magic, endurance, strength… The other part… That was indoctrination. And they used everything they knew about you just to do it. When you refused to say the right things, they withheld food, when you refused to train, they withheld water… When that didn’t work, they would use threats. Your mother. They weren’t above hurting her to make you behave. They weren’t above killing her, if you didn’t do what you’re told.

You often held out hope that she was looking for you. That she’d find you and save you. But she didn’t have half as much power as you did. And you couldn’t escape them. What luck would she have? Eventually, your only hope of escape was to save yourself and after a few failed attempts, you formed a plan. You did as you were told, said what they needed to hear and you trained. You trained every waking moment, making sure your body and mind would be strong enough to take on all the magic you invited into yourself. That absorption spell? You used it more often, although, you limited the amount of information this time. It always hurt, the headaches after each use were monstrous. But it was all worth it. You were going to get yourself out of there one day. Even if you had to take down the whole base to do it. But it was the Avengers who took it down and helped you out of there. They reunited you with your mother, your family, and after some time, they also offered you a job. A calling. To help people. Those who weren’t as fortunate as you. Those in need. And you said yes. That’s how you ended up in the Avengers tower. Despite the people, it was a lonely place. Few understood what you had been though, fewer still cared for what it had done to you. But you couldn’t blame them. They all had their own lives, their own problems to deal with, their own personal pain to wallow in. Natasha understood. She knew what being a prisoner was like, what it felt like to be forced to do things just to survive. Steve empathised. His big heart and his puppy dog eyes were unbelievably charming and he won you over easily. Clint brought normalcy to everyone’s lives. But most of the others were hard to relate to. Tony meant well, but he had a big mouth and he loved putting his foot in it. Bruce was always in his lab. Vision was kind, but he was also marked by the characteristics of his origin and hard to make a connection with. Thor… Where do you even start with Thor? But there was also Wanda.

She had joined before you, her story similar to yours, yet so different, marked by loss and heartache. She was a kindred spirit and easily a friend. She was a little older than you, her eyeliner thick, her black nail polish often chipped, her hair in a tight ponytail as she walked around the compound and she always smiled when she saw you. As the months passed, the two of you were inseparable, spending every waking moment together. You were one of the two people who wasn’t scared that she’d read your mind, who trusted her good intentions and good heart completely. The other was Vision. They had a bond, an understanding that you didn’t know how to share in. But you were happy that she had him in her corner, because the other Avengers always looked at her suspiciously, or avoided her and you never knew why. Wanda was a sweetheart. Her favorite way to watch sitcoms was with her cuddled up into your side, your fingers playing with her silky hair, that she always let down, when it was just the two of you in the room. And sure, she was a little emo, but you found that adorable. Her smile would only widen, when you’d use one of your many pet names for her and she would blush, when you complimented her cooking. And you used those all the time, because, the thing is, you were in love with her. You were desperately in love with Wanda Maximoff and you were ready to do just about anything to have her smile at you or shower you with her affection. Something she did practically all the time anyway. If the woman wasn’t also fiercely protective and an extremely powerful witch, you’d say she’s a puppy. But none of the others ever agreed, when you said so. They would cower, when she stepped into the room, avoid her eyes, when they needed to speak to her, they would step out of training rooms, when she walked in. You found it baffling. And somehow the treatment extended to you as well. The closer you got to her, the more they kept their distance.

Gone were the days when they would tease you playfully, when they would give you pointers on your techniques, when they would approach you for small gatherings that didn’t involve the whole team and you never knew why. Until today. You walked in the common room, only to find most of the team already there and you greeted them, before you made your way to the adjacent kitchen, listening to their banter as you made breakfast for yourself and Wanda. It was the dynamic you were used to and you were ready to join them, holding the bowls of food in your hands, when you noticed that the noise suddenly died down, replaced by tense silence. “Wanda.” Natasha greeted with a nod. “Natasha.” The younger woman acknowledged, stepping further into the room and scanning it for something. Not that she ever told them what she needs. She looked pissed. Her aura was dark and almost menacing, her shoulders squared, like she was ready for a fight, making everyone on edge and you couldn’t figure out why. “Hi, sweetheart!” You decide to finally greet her, showing yourself from behind the wall you had been standing, while you observed all this. “Sweetheart?” Tony lifted an eyebrow, an amused smile creeping up his lips. Wanda only threw him a glare, but she accepted your hug happily, taking you into her arms and when you pulled away, she only let you turn into her hold, facing the group, while her hands stayed firmly around you. “Let’s go have breakfast in my room.” She suggested in your ear, ready to practically drag you out of there. “Why not join all of us for breakfast?” Steve raised his voice, gesturing to the big table he was already sitting at. “That’d be nice.” You nodded, before Wanda had any chance to refuse. “Come on, Wands, I already fixed you a bowl.” You told her. “Yes, Wands, we haven’t seen you in ages.” Tony agrees, emphasising the nickname you had used.

Feeling like she didn’t have much of a choice, Wanda agreed, sitting next to you and pulling your chair practically into her side, so she’d have you as close to her as she could, while she ate quietly. But the team felt like they had stumbled onto something. They had felt the shift in mood within her, as soon as she saw you and they weren’t going to let it go so easily. At first they tried their playful banter on her, asking her about her day, about her interests, about her training, just anything to see a reaction, but none actually came. It was only when you spoke that she would light up. She would smile, when she listened to you, when she forgot that it wasn’t just the two of you in the room. But it was the little blush that showed on her cheeks, when you called her “darling” that first sparked an idea within them. “Hey, Y/N, I hear you tried your hand against Cap here.” Bucky stared off, attracting your attention. “Tried being the key word. Hand to hand I don’t stand a chance, but with a little magic…” You trailed off, shrugging. “Who knows…” “Yeah?” His smile widens. “Well, if you’re looking for a challenge, join me for a spar this afternoon.” He invited. “She’s training with me this afternoon.” Wanda practically growled, looking up from her bowl for just a second, to stare down Bucky. Her glare was murderous. “That’s too bad, I was hoping for a little magic.” The man said, obviously bating Wanda. “Then perhaps you should train with me. I have magic.” Wanda snarled, summoning a ball of energy between her fingers for a moment, just to get her point across and luckily, the man was smart enough to back off. “Well, if you’re busy training, perhaps I can finally take dear Y/N to get a proper costume. The two of you can’t keep borrowing my leather jackets and pretend that it’s a real suit.” Natasha interjected. “What do you say dear?” She asked, her voice dropping an octave. “I already have some ideas in mind. You can try them on for me.” She suggested, noting the way Wanda’s knuckles turned white around her spoon. “And I’m sure Tony can make some improvements.” “Oh yeah.” The man chimed in, happy to take his own turn teasing Wanda. “I’ll have to get your measurements of course. To make sure it fits perfectly.” He says casually, but the idea of it makes Wanda’s blood boil. “She’s busy today.” Wanda retorts, before you even get a chance to open your mouth and you find yourself surprised to see her so tense. “Tomorrow perhaps.” Tony shrugs, taking on Wanda’s glare. “I’ll make time for her.” He adds. “She’s mine.” Wanda snaps, raising from her seat and balling her fists. “What was that?” Tony pretends not to hear her, smirking at the pissed off witch. “I said, she’s mine.” Wanda grits out, turning to you, ready to drag you out of the room.

It’s then that she realizes what she had said. That you were right there next to her, looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and hopefulness. The thing is, Wanda was desperately in love with you too. She was also, as the team quickly started to realize, extremely possessive, and she wasn’t going to watch every man and woman in the room flirt with you. The only problem was that she hadn’t told you all that. Scared to ruin your friendship and loose you for good, she opted for hiding her feelings, which only intensified her jealousy. She hadn’t staked her claim on you and it made her scared that someone else might. So every time you weren’t with her, she’d be on edge, lurking in corners, sending people glares whenever they spoke to you, hoping to keep them away until she could finally tell you how she felt. Such behaviour had earned her a reputation in the Tower as grumpy, and since everyone knew how dangerous she could be, they tried to stay away. Now, however, cornered and taken by surprise, she had let it slip. And you were right next to her, so it was impossible that you didn’t hear her earlier words. “Y/N…” She stutters, taken aback. “I didn’t mean… I…” She stumbled over her words. And the audience didn’t help in the slightest. She felt crowded. Tony’s smug smirk seemed to taunt her, Bucky and Steave sharing a knowing giggle between them, Natasha, who somehow looked unphased and simply amused at the whole scene, it was all overwhelming. And then, there was you. Shocked at what you’d heard and looking at her in disbelief. God, she needed to get out of there… Before she had a chance to say much else, before she could think it all through, she stormed out. She didn’t even know how she ended up in the hallway, her legs carrying her on their own, when she heard your voice. “Wanda!” You were calling out her name, jogging slightly to catch up to her. “Wanda, please wait!” You called out again, seemingly not for the first time. “Please, we should talk about this.” You said, watching her stop, so she could wait for you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I had to get out of there.” She tried to say, her voice shaking a little with all the emotions that were raging inside her. “It’s ok. I understand.” You nodded, taking her hand, so you could help her feel more grounded.

The small touch between you, just the feeling of your hand in hers felt electrifying and she easily took the other one as well, pulling you close, until she could have you in her arms, securing you in a tight embrace and making you look up at her. “You don’t understand.” She said, hands shaking. “I’m so in love with you. I have been for months now. And I was so scared to tell you, so scared of loosing you, that I just…” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “And the way they were talking to you, the way they all looked at you… I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. I want you to be mine. I want you all to myself. I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you in my arms, I want to spend every day showing you that I love you. I want… You!” She confessed, her arms tightening around you, as if you’d escape her grasp somehow. “Oh, Wanda…” You whispered, a gentle smile farming on your lips as you watched her eyes sparkle. “I’ve been in love with you too. And I didn’t know how to tell you…” You said, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. The moment felt heavy, thick with emotions as you both stood frozen in time, eyes glued to the other, when suddenly a voice, startled you both. “Maximoff, kiss the girl already!” Tony said smugly, followed by cheers from the people around him. Were they watching you on the hallway cameras this whole time? Not that you had time to think about that, when Wanda was leaning closer, her eyes flashing red, before she shortened the distance between you both, until she was only a breath away. Her features were so different now, she was smiling as she held you, biting her lips, eyes full of adoration and longing.

When she finally placed her lips on yours, a gentle caress at first, it felt like you were in heaven. You had wished for this moment for so long, imagined it every night, before you fell asleep, dreamt of it and longed for it and it was finally happening and you just couldn’t get enough. When she felt your eager lips on hers, Wanda didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongue darting out, asking for permission to taste you further and mingling with yours, once you allowed her access. It was only when she pushed you against the nearest wall, trapping your body with hers, that you finally paused. “We’re giving everyone a show.” You reminded her, head pointing to the camera in the corner. “Never.” Wanda smirked, her magic flashing once more, to show you that she had disabled the feed, before you even kissed. “Only I’m allowed to see you like this. I would never share you with anyone else.” She said with a note of possessiveness that you were growing to love, the more you saw it. She kissed you again. And then again, greedy hands squeezing your hips. She could never get enough of you. She felt drunk on you and only reluctantly pulled away when you both needed to breathe. “We should get back.” You said reluctantly. “Let’s go to my room instead. We’ll take it slow. We don’t have to do anything. I just want you all to myself.” She suggested. “I don’t want to share you.” “Wait… Is that why everyone thinks you’re so grumpy?” You suddenly realized, remembering countless times, when Wanda has wanted your undivided attention, skipping events and avoiding people. She didn’t say anything, but at this point you didn’t need her to. “We should show them how wrong they are. You’re amazing and warm and loving and sweet and I want everyone to know that.” You told her honestly. “But we’ll go to my room after?” She held you firmly, refusing to let you go just yet. “Yes, we’ll go to your room after.” You nodded happily. “I’ll even let you pick what we’re watching.” You added teasingly. Wanda smiled, pulling away just enough to let you straighten yourself and she held your hand, letting you guide her back to the common room, watching your hips sway seductively. It was sweet, she thought, that you believed she’d be wasting her time with sitcoms, when she could finally have you the way she’s wanted you for so long… _______________________________________________________ Hi, dear anon. I hope that you are happy with the story you got for your request! <3

[casperth3ghost]

"mundane hcs" but its acc just shit i do on a daily basis

ANYWAYS, a list of random things i do that i think tts & vat7k characters would do‼️(this is like most characters btw, like not js the main ones this is like as many as i can remeber and that fit with my self projection

lance will get home from the busiest day ever and the first thing he does is make himself a bowl of ice cream, no matter what hour of the day, he WILL have a bowl of ice cream

varian tries to brush his teeth twice a day but usually how it goes is he takes a shower and then lays and bed lying to himself like "yeah ill js rest my eyes for a couple minutes and then ill get up" and then he actually falls asleep, but every morning he brushes his teeth with no problems

eugene used to brag about how many cavities hed get until he had to take care of them and started missing when he didnt have any

rapunzel can be mid convo with somebody while texting them and then out of the blue just space out and like "huh..." when she realizes what js happened

cassandra and yong are both lactose intolerant but cass tries to take care of herself(she drinks almond milk & eats frozen yogurt which are 10/10 alternatives for non-lactose free items BTW) but yong just keeps eating everything and then wonders why he feel absolutely diobolical 10 mins later

catalina says shell start a book and then reads 1 page then forgets about it for around 3 months ans then remeber and the gets so focused on it no one knows if shes okay, angry does the same thing but with tv shows

nuru tends to not stop what shes doing to go pee so shes suffered the consequences(shes had a UTI before)

rapunzel, despite telling everyone around her to drink water, shes always suprisingly dehydrated

ulla will wake up at random times at night wondering why the fuck shes awake and then go right back to bed like nothing happened

donella has thought of multiple schemes to kill people but has decided that for her own good she will not commit any of them

quirin forgets to say please and thank you at restruants and then says them last minute and then gets so embarrassed and akward he will just flat out stop talking, he passed this onto varian who seems to suffer with this to even MORE extent bcuz he doesnt realize when someone is complimenting him so he'll just stare at them and then be liek "oh!! oh my gosh thank you!!" but the person already walked away and now he feels like an asshole

adira will wear the same pair of pants for 3 weeks straight w/o washing them bcuz she wears other pairs in between that pair so she has a pant cycle, but none of the pants get washed until she can acc smell like dog shit on them or smth and realizes just how morbidly gross they are

hector says hes a hopeless romantic but has never fallen in love a day in his life

donella knows every word to satisfied from hamilton but she literallt doesnt relate to angelica in any way, shape, or form

catalina is a shameless taylor swift fan

angry is a taylor fan but she will always refuse to admit it bcuz idk she feels ashamed

rapunzel will find a band that scratches her brain and listen to that band until it is literally impossible for her to do so anymore

cassandra loves fettuchini alfredo

king edmund is an accidental social butterfly

queen ariana had attempted to drown willow in a pool more times than she can count

kind fredric will butt into random convos if even just 1 word peaks his intrest

hugo knows how to crochet but never has enough money or motivation to actually make something even mildly useful

hugo is a "booktok" girly but he doesnt and never has had enough money to invest in the shit ton pile of books he wants

varian would rather go to a meuseum then lay in bed at his house

ulla would do cartwheels in an aquarium if she could w/o getting kicked out

cyrus says goodnight and goodbye to everyone but can never muster up to say "i love you" after just bcuz he thinks itll be too akward😓

amber is the type of gay girl to say "ewww lesbian/gay" to her friend/gf bcuz they say smth gay knowing she is just as queer

uhhhh thats all i can think of rn, but like this is mostly based off shit i do... so take all that as you will🤺‼️ ill post any art i decide to shit out in the next couple of days on here but also a reminder i am painfully active on pintrest so uhhh ya:3!! BTW most of these hcs are just stupid and for fun so like pls dont get offended and feel free to add on or give suggestions:3!!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sexual assault and rape tw

I'm 22 years old and I've been having some trouble with the discovery that I have a rape fetish. I've known since 2022 but I still feel intense shame about it and there's so many things about it that scare me. I've also been wondering if there's a way to just stop feeling anything sexual? that'd save me some trouble bc then I wouldn't have to think about this ever again

I'm a bi woman. I only figured out I'm bisexual last year and before that I thought I was a lesbian. but then I learned how to masturbate and I realized men were a part of my fantasies — I was in denial for a long time and even thinking about being with a guy would make me feel despair and cry for hours back then. I still feel bad about it nowadays but at least I'm not in denial anymore. I've never had trouble understanding that I like women and whenever I fantasize about women I don't feel negative emotions during or after masturbation (even if I end up fantasizing about rape). but when I fantasize about men I always feel upset afterwards and my fantasies with men are *always* about rape/sexual assault. I don't feel a lot of attraction to men's bodies, I just feel attracted to the idea of them sexually assaulting me or raping me, y'know? so even in my fantasies with guys I never think too much about their body. actually, I prefer it if the guy is super old and I don't feel any positive emotions about him

in hindsight my attraction to men is definitely tied to sexual trauma. since I was a child (and specially when I was a child) I've been sexually assaulted by boys and adult men. they'd touch my genitals and make me touch their genitals or hold me in place without letting me go. there was also the usual butt slapping. I even forgot about what happened with a specific old man for some time when I was 9. when I finally remembered what happened and told my parents about it they acted as if it were my fault and I had wanted it. but, like, no actual rape happened. so is this even enough for a rape fetish to develop?

and my experience with f/m couples during childhood was pretty bad – I remember thinking that women were like servants and needed to be submissive. I tried asking my mom about it when I was 10 but she just got angry at me and told the rest of my family I was asking about inappropriate things and accusing me of wanting to do inappropriate things

I think all of these experiences are the reason I started having rape fantasies (well, I suppose they were just sexual assault fantasies back then) with men as a child (I remember the first ones starting when I was 7 and they kept happening up until I was 10). I remember thinking that it was how it worked and how it's meant to be for women. I'd feel disgusted afterwards and eventually, in my early teen years, I stopped thinking about this altogether. I didn't know what any of it meant but it made me uncomfortable so I didn't think about it at all for years. but then I learned how to masturbate when I was 20 and I had to force myself to think about everything that happened bc I needed to understand why my brain works the way it does. it seems pretty obvious in hindsight but it took me a long time to understand what all of it meant

anyway. I keep thinking about maybe trying something with a guy to see how it turns out bc everytime I think about liking men my mind just goes back to assault/rape, but perhaps that's something I need to heal from? and does all of this mean I like to be assaulted? it feels so good when I'm fantasizing about it that I get scared about how I'd react if it happened irl. I keep wondering if I would I like it too and if this means I liked being sexually assaulted as a child? and sometimes I get excited when I think about *actually* putting myself in a dangerous situation with a guy I don't know. I'm scared (but also excited by the thought) that one day I will actually do it.

tbh I wish I could just like vanilla stuff. or just not feel sexual attraction at all

hi anon,

you've given me so much to work with here and I am DELIGHTED, so let's take this bit by bit, answering your questions/curiosities in order as much as possible.

generally no, there's not really a way to turn off sexual feelings. a lot of people find that they get supremely un-horny on antidepressants or other mood stabilizers, but that's a side effects that's hardly guaranteed. the most reliable option would probably be a lobotomy, but that's a bit drastic so let's not do that.

this is a bit beside the point, and I certainly can't tell you what to call yourself, but if you'd rather be a lesbian you can absolutely be that. there's a huge difference between liking the idea of a very specific type of sexual situation with a fictional man and actually being attracted to real men, and it really doesn't sound like actual living breathing real men hold any particular allure for you. I know this isn't the biggest issue her by a longshot, but I do just want to say you can absolutely call yourself a lesbian if calling yourself bisexual isn't sparking joy. the only truth is what feels best to you.

there's no such thing as "enough rape" for something to traumatize you; any amount of sexual assault is sexual assault (and your parents are shitheels for implying that you, a child, were somehow responsible for that, btw). and while there's no quantifying how much assault is enough to "count," it's worth pointing out that exactly none is required to "justify" a kink - there are people with rape fantasies who will never experience a single act of nonconsensual violence in their lives, and that's just as fine as people who eroticize sexual violence in response to their own trauma. being horny is a morally neutral act.

at a guess I would say no, this probably doesn't mean you like to be assaulted; very few people do. and no, it certainly doesn't mean you enjoyed being assaulted as a child. even if you did enjoy some aspects of whatever was done to you, that's a.) beyond your control; arousal isn't a process that needs your permission to occur. lots of people orgasm while being sexually assaulted, which certainly doesn't mean it wasn't assault and b.) that does not in any way mean that the person or people who hurt you are absolved from blame for abusing their power over a child.

listen: even people who do enjoy getting roughed up or hurt in some capacity generally have to do at least a bare bones negotiation and provide some level of consent to get there, meaning it is fundamentally different from someone jumping out of the bushes to assault you like a villain of the week on SVU. I really enjoy getting tattoos, but I'd be understandably horrified if someone tackled me on the street to start sticking needles in my body without permission. likewise, a great deal of BDSM enthusiasts would be extremely unhappy to be flogged or whipped without warning by someone they didn't agree to do that with. context is everything, and the ability to control your scenario really, really matters. (I just said a little bit more about that here.)

if you do want to explore consensual nonconsent IRL, please emphasize the consensual part - find a sexual partner who understands how to negotiate a scene and with whom you can negotiate boundaries and opt-outs ahead of time, rather than a stranger you genuinely don't feel safe with.

[mirandyficlists]

hii! i’m a new mirandy fan, i recently watched the devil wears prada for the first time and kept on thinking to myself "does anyone else think there are… very gay undertones between these two women?". lol, i was very happy to discover i wasn’t the only one!

anyways, i was wondering if you have any fic recs with dom! miranda? please and thank you <3

Hey there Nonnie

Welcome to the Dark side.... we have cookies. lol. Always great to welcome a new Mirandy Dandy to the tTownhouse. :)

If you're on FaceBook we have a great group there. If you want to join please make sure to answer the joining question and mention you got the link from Tumblr.

And here's the list of recs for the subject you mentioned. Happy Reading....but not at work yeah.

BDSM and Kink Mirandy.

Andy On Top

73 Questions by loxodontack  http://archiveofourown.org/works/6668395

A Minor Setback by Ubiquitousmixie:  Andy is deft at playing with her toys. https://ubiquitousmixie.livejournal.com/122327.html

All Work and No Play by Smut Whore:  Andy firmly relaxes Miranda in her home office. https://archiveofourown.org/works/584628

Angry by elfjet  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14391420

Delirium by DanseMacabres https://archiveofourown.org/works/25882333

Disciplinary Measures by Melanicious:  An AU where M&A are the librarian and Principal of a private school. Andy Dom and Miranda sub.   *** Unfortunately I don’t have the link for this fic, but I do have the fic as a word doc. Private message me with your email address and I can send you the fic.

Do You Trust Me by devildreams:  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2416243.html

Hope by Wizbang  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17986799/chapters/42487895

In the Early Morning Hours by ironicfury https://archiveofourown.org/works/33520447

Indulgence by Sinadino: Interesting first person pov of a power exchange evening.  Journal purged.

It’s the Only Life you’ve Got Arc I  by RaidrL  http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7183902/1/

Nigel Shouldn’t by Raidrl: Wheww office shenanigans and some voyeurism. https://archiveofourown.org/works/4434380

Secret Desires by Loxodontack:   Journal Purged

Seven Minutes by Elle_Nic  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17956709

The Devil in Ms.Sachs by Cheyne55:  This is THE fic that answers all the things you wanted. http://ralst.com/DevilMsSachs.HTM

The Night I Tamed the Dominatrix by daynalizbeth:  Andy gets the surprise of her life at a Halloween party in a lesbian bar two years after leaving Miranda. A costume does not a scene make. http://daynalizbeth.livejournal.com/800.html

The X Ingredient by Telanu:  Personal assistant who assists Miranda into oblivion.  http://archiveofourown.org/works/779927

Will You Be My Pet? By Samalkorva:  Does what it says on the tin. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7903890/1/Will_you_be_my_pet

Miranda On Top

3 Minute Warning by glacialpace  http://glacial-pace.livejournal.com/615.html

A Gift Beyond Measure by RaiderL https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9466278/1/A-Gift-Beyond-Measure

A Gift of Desire by spelled ink  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16401944/chapters/38395253

A Novel Idea by ubiquitousmixie  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1616096

Apprendre sa Lecon by Zos  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17579582

Being a Bad Girl Has it’s Reward  by Amles80  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1812100.html#cutid1

Comeuppance by Lindsey Grissom  http://timeenoughfor.livejournal.com/36792.html#cutid1

Don’t Move by Punky96:  Miranda is very specific and strict with her instructions. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24640738

Give Me that Thing That I Love by kimaracretak  https://archiveofourown.org/works/23680474

Her Wild and Precious Life series: by awomannotagirl  https://archiveofourown.org/series/732480

Honey Tea, Get Inside Me by Narkona_DeGuerre https://archiveofourown.org/works/32656957

Hurts so Good by Punky96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/14883989

I’ll Be Yours by Grdnofevrything  http://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/185442.html

In Her Place by Andy_Swan  https://archiveofourown.org/works/46798288

Indecent Proposal: Sneak Peak:  by Melanacious  https://melanacious.livejournal.com/9379.html#cutid2

Indecent Proposal: New Alternatives by Melanacious

Indulgence – Payback by Sinadino:  Payback is a wonderful thing. Heheh.  Journal has been purged, but I do have the fic as a word doc. Private message me with your email address and I can send you the fic.

It’s All Relative by Hawkbehere: Most excellent and epic Mirandy fic with a very much Alpha Top Miranda.  http://archiveofourown.org/works/5884348/chapters/13561771

Just Beginning  by Punky_96  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32612119/chapters/80897572

Learning Curve by Punky_96  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14973170/chapters/34699739

Lessons Quizzes and Exams by Punky96:  Miranda eases Andy into some fashionable bdsm. Very sweet and totally HOT.  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14952633/chapters/34648863

My Perfect Girl by Alesssx  https://archiveofourown.org/works/33741346/chapters/83867092

Officer Miranda  by Sporkmetender  Kink and uniforms in an AU setting https://archiveofourown.org/works/1830331

Old Vices, New Tricks by Politic X  http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7322789/1/Old_Vices_New_Tricks

Open Wide & Say Please by IndustryBaby https://archiveofourown.org/works/32799919

Playtime  by Ultrastreep  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14907113

Punishment by Sinadino: More indulgences.  Journal has been purged, but I do have the fic as a word doc. Private message me with your email address and I can send you the fic.

Purple Lipstick by Femslashfetale:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17702225

Raarrr by Freewayrun  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1686580.html#cutid1

Rehersal by Punky96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/14884497

Service  by darkangel9  http://archiveofourown.org/works/5323805

Shibari Lessons by GardeniaQueen  https://archiveofourown.org/works/32718730/chapters/81171691

Silk  by Anon but Posted by Jassific  http://archiveofourown.org/works/12219435

Smell My Fingers by Dan Sickle: A demanding Miranda toys with a submissive Andy. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7903890/1/Will_you_be_my_pet

Somewhere on a Beach  by TheQueen13  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30804803

Submission by Akhna:  Dominant Miranda and office dynamics. http://dragonofblack.livejournal.com/18631.html?thread=19911

S.W.A.K  by Punky_96  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15135794

Taking One for the Team by Hawkbehere:  Sweaty snugglebunnies in earnest with a judicious use of a strap on. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5866264?view_adult=true

The Devil’s Offer by Sinadino: Preamble to a D/s fic. Journal has been purged, but I do have the fic as a word doc. Private message me with your email address and I can send you the fic.

The Devil’s Sorrow by Sinadino:  Journal has been purged, but I do have the fic as a word doc. Private message me with your email address and I can send you the fic.

The Edge is What She Has  by awomannotagirl https://archiveofourown.org/works/9061018?fbclid=IwAR0viIDkUtqem0PohAE63SszNs3xPneC69162mC9KxtM8wqER6llqrROW3g

The Mistress by Emeraldorchids https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9073068/1/The-Mistress

Wage Slave by MaryGriggs  https://archiveofourown.org/works/33476887

Wake Up Call by Sinadino:  Miranda is definitely a Mistress.     Journal has been purged, but I do have the fic as a word doc. Private message me with your email address and I can send you the fic.

Will You Be My Baby by K.E.A  (Little kink) https://archiveofourown.org/works/19373017/chapters/46094752

Womaniser by 2Demented Muses:  Hot, horny Miranda packing to meet Andy for an interview. End up stuck in the elevator and major sex ensues.  Unfinished. Unavailabe online, but I do have the fic.

Switch and Poly fics:

Between Two Devils by Melanicious:  Andy is the Dom with one Devil and more submissive with another.  http://melanacious.livejournal.com/?skip=30&tag=title%3A%20between%20two%20devils

Happy Halloween by Punky96 (threesome E/M/A) https://archiveofourown.org/works/10660464

Learning Curve by Punky 96: An AU world where sexual contracts are the norm and Andy wishes to learn from Miranda. Shibari. Slight Switching at the end  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14973170/chapters/34699739

Long Night by Takeitback  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/801844.html#cutid1

Playtime by CMHepple  https://cmhepple.livejournal.com/2731.html

BDSM/KINK AUs

11 Cite Jean de Saumur by Surena13 (M/ofc - Brutal)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/320422

Addicted to the Thrill by Drippingwithsin  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1945335

I Sing the Body Electric by Punky_96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/15133889

Looking For Love in All the Wrong Places by Punky_96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/14711183

Runway Kink Magazine Series of Fics  by Punky_96 https://archiveofourown.org/series/1042208

Smoke Break by WhereDidmyPantsGo  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31867135/chapters/78902134

Three’s A Crowd But Not Really by Dark_Prince31  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22279897/chapters/53207890

What’s Your Fantasy? By Punky_96 https://archiveofourown.org/works/15707223/chapters/36506901

[calyxthenerd]

get your ass up cause i won’t, i must have missed the hype, but maybe that’s the way i feel

“Why did I let them drag me to a club?” That was the million crown question going through Alistair’s head as he looked around, from the seat he had to wrestle three different people for, Maddie was in the middle of the packed dance floor, in her element, as she danced, everyone’s gazes went to her, some looking up and down her body, wishing they could touch it, some just looked at her with pure awe and admiration for the way that she danced, others just thought it was cool how she didn’t let her inhibitions hold her back (she doesn’t have any)

Lizzie was in a corner, chatting with Bunny, or trying to, as they had to scream at each other to be heard over the music, but Lizzie was always yelling anyways, Kitty was perched on the open bathroom door, she liked to sit there and attack guys who put stuff on people’s drinks, they got kicked out of five bars, three clubs and spent a particular shitty night in jail because the guy she attacked was the son of a particularly famous politician or something, anyways, you might be asking, where was Chase in all of this? he had already left with a random guy after spending two hours flirting with said guy and ignoring his friends, no, Alistair isn’t salty about it at all, what makes you think that? And his decision of leaving had the consequence of a very angry Darling ranting at him because Chase promised to be her wingman, since she’s a useless lesbian, aside from all that, everything was cool, until a guy whispered in his ear

“Hey, sexy, wanna get out of here?” And he turned to look at the man, objectively, he was a very attractive dude, but Alistair felt icky thinking about the implications of what activities they’d end up doing after “getting out of here” so he said no, and the guy, well, let’s just say he took it a liiiiittle personally “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m the hottest guy here! You’re lucky I’m even offering you, you know what, you’re ugly anyways I don’t know why I was-“ before he could continue his rant, something cold touched his throat, and when he turned to look at it, it was a blade, and if you followed the path of the hand holding said blade, you’d be face with one Darling Charming, flanked by all his best friends, huh, he didn’t even notice she had left his side

He was drawn out of his reverie by the guy letting out an undignified squeak and bolting off, Darling was very disappointed about it “Damn it! I didn’t even get to do my speech!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get him next time!” Maddie consoles her, before looking at a very pensive Alistair “something puzzlin’ you, maps?”

“Nothing much, just thinking about what that guy said” everyone frowned at him “don’t look at me like that! I mean, he was kind of right, he was a very attractive man, but I didn’t feel anything towards him, why?”

“Oh, you’re asexual” Maddie answered

“What?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“You’re asexual, you don’t feel sexual attraction, that’s the whole point of this oneshot” she explained

“I guess that makes sense, but what oneshot?” he questioned

“Oops, I said too much, author, wrap this up!” she orders, and who am I to refuse Madeline Hatter?

[osterby]

Baldur's Gate 3, via Osmosis

So I think I played the first Baldur's Gate game for like an hour at a friend's house back in college, and all I remember about it was how delighted I was by the miniature giant hamster. I didn't even know there was a second game until I started hearing people get excited about the third one. That's about the sum of my knowledge of this franchise.

So without more ado, here's what my tumblr dash has taught me about these blorbos (I got @malaloba to huck the screenshots at me, so I didn't spoil myself on the names)

I want to say this one is Shadowheart, but that's too on the nose. She's probably .... Mythrin... Mithras... Mithotyn... Nope, I haven't got it.

She looks grouchy, and like she has a very good reason to be grouchy, and I would assume she's a combat class from her armour, but that's all I've got.

Gale (or Halsin) I know this one! He's the one who turns into a bear in The Cutscene that broke the internet for a few days. That means he'd be a Druid, right? I think he cross classes or something, though.

I hope the furries are having a great time drawing him as an anthro bear with a very large weenie.

Astarion! This vampire twink was all over my dash long before the game was released. Apparently he has a tragic backstory and is a jerk about it in a way that is either annoying or endearing, depending on the player's opinion of vampire twinks. His main role in the game, however, seems to be comically failing to pick locks. This means he's a Thief. Apparently the thing with the bear just had Astarion as the player character, and he isn't canonically dating the bear guy. Oh well.

Halsin (or Gale) The Other One who is Not a Bear. I would have said Bard for his class, but he's glowing a bit much for that here, so maybe a caster? I feel like he's more popular in areas of Tumblr that don't cross my dash.

Karlach or Karlak or something (not Karkat, that's a Homestuck thing).

Lesbians love her! She is large and angry and apparently really easy to romance just by approving of her chopping things with her axe. I think she was a child soldier? I see a lot of jokes about her crappy ex. I think her ex is actually her god and not her ex, though. Anyway, she seems like a prototypical Barbarian, good for her.

EDIT: I just remembered that she has PLAGUE, and is on a quest to Stop Having Plague. This is apparently her ex's fault

Laz'el. Lae'zel. La'zael. Something along those lines. I've seen treatises on her backstory and characterization, and she sounds like a really interesting character. Grew up in a cult of some kind, got dead or something, got abandoned by a crappy god (who might have also gotten dead or something), and is now wandering around trying to figure out how to exist in a world that isn't a cult. Apparently Other Players don't like her and dont't get what's up with her, which is a sore point for her fans (It's very possible that I'm mixing up portions of her backstory and fan reception with Karlach's) Her nose weirds me out (some uncanny valley thing between a skeleton lack-of-nose and a nose-nose), but I think she's pretty neat.

Ok, so if the blue lady at the top of this post isn't Shadowheart, then this one is Shadowheart. When I first saw the name Shadowheart, I thought it was someone's OC, and then I thought it was a generic name for the player character. From what I can gather, she's Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way with the stupid scraped off. She seems to be younger than most the other characters; she and the red tiefling are the kiddos of the group (Astarion doesn't count, because vampire). I think she grew up all sheltered in a weird little cult, too. Did ALL these characters grow up in weird cults? Is that a theme? Did I hear one backstory and apply it to a dozen different characters?

I happen to know for sure that this guy's name is Wyll. Good for me.

I don't know beans about him but I suspect he might be my favourite character when I do finally get around to playing, just from how his peronality is conveyed in fanart.

I get the impression he's the Only Sane Man to all these characters who grew up in cults and divorced dead gods and got vampire'd and whatnot, but he also has horns in like half the fanart and screenshots and is clearly Haunted (metaphorically, figuratively, literally, probably all of the above), so who knows.

As for the second figure here, I know the premise of the game is you've all got brainworms, who are in leage with a mindflayer con man who you can bone but who is also running some sleezy marketing scam, so maybe that's the brainworm made manifest?

I also see a lot of talk about character called Dark Urge, and the fan art doesn't look like that, but if Dark Urge is a manifested brainworm, then it could take various forms.

[sincerelyyellingback]

I'm so angry. I used to go to bestie's house every Monday, but she's been going through something for the past month or so, so I've been giving her space, and I didn't see her or the kids for a long time. But she needed a babysitter last Monday, so she let me do it, and I got to hang out with her kids for six hours, and it was great.

Well, her live-in boyfriend was the one to relieve me, and he told me to go home even though bestie had previously told me I could wait til she got back, and we could hang out and catch up. He said he needed to talk to her when she got back, and she wasn't gonna like what he had to say, and he didn't want me around to hear it. And I was mad because the kids didn't want me to go, I didn't wanna go, and I didn't get a chance to prepare the kids for me to leave when their mom's boyfriend got back. He'd been in and out of the house all day; he could have given me some notice.

And then as I was getting ready to go, he was talking really shitty to the kids, and I was just too angry to even speak. I wanted to scoop them all up and stuff them in the back of my Honda and take them to a playground or something. I texted bestie about it as soon as I got home, and she apologized and said the two of them have been butting heads lately, and they do need to talk. And then I texted her again this morning to ask if I could come over today, and told her things have been kind of confusing lately, and I'm not sure where I stand, and she didn't even respond.

So even though I know that she WILL tell me if I do something SHE doesn't like, I'm starting to think there really is an issue. I don't think she has a problem with me; I think her bf does. Boyfriends of friends tend to dislike me, and I'm sure that's something that any of you who are lesbians or who are vocal about your radfem beliefs irl can relate to. Well, I don't like him either!

I want to text bestie and ask her wtf is going on, but I don't want to react to this situation too emotionally, so I'm ranting on tumblr instead. At least until I'm calm and level-headed enough to know wtf my plan is, anyway.

Y'all are welcome to reply to this if you have thoughts or questions. I'm just posting it under a read more in case anyone in that house is looking at my blog for any reason.

[icarusignite]

Pairing: Alicent x Rhaenyra

Summary: Basically the title. Rhaenyra finally gets to take Alicent on that dragon ride and eat cake….and maybe kiss the girl she loves. just tooth rotting fluff

A/N: lmfao the way i have a ton of wips to work on and and exam to study for, but here I am writing about my lesbian moms. Anyways enjoy, and leave a comment so i don’t feel like a loser for wasting my time :P

Word Count: 1.5K

The Godswood was peaceful this time of day, with the gentle breeze blowing through the gold and scarlet leaves that hung from trembling branches of towering trees. Two girls sat under the shade of one such tree, the sound of their laughter echoing throughout the grounds.

"Rhaenyra stop! Behave!" Alicent giggled, clutching her stomach as she leaned back on one arm.

"Alright alright, but you must admit that my impression of Septa Marlow is brilliant," Rhaenyra tilted her chin upward to meet her friend's eye as she looked down at her with an unimpressed look.

"Imagine if she heard you, she would be furious."

"She is funny when she is angry."

Rhaenyra drew her eyebrows in and curled her lips in another rendition of their Septa, making Alicent swat at her head. Rhaenya yelped indignantly before settling her head back in her friend's lap with a disgruntled sigh, her eyes closed.

"You're upset are you not?"

"No, I am not."

"You are always like this when you are worried, do not lie to me."

"Like what?" Rhaenyra reached out to play with Alicent's fingers absentmindedly.

Alicent raised an eyebrow at her in a matter-of-fact manner, "Disagreeable."

"Why Alicent Hightower, are you calling me, princess of the realm, disagreeable?"

Alicent moved to swat her head again but just as her hand was about to make contact, Rhaenyra's eyes fluttered open, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. She captured Alicent's hand mid-air, intertwining their fingers together and pulled their joined hands to rest on her heart.

"You're worried that your father is about to overshadow you with a son," Alicent continued.

"I only worry for my mother, for her health and safety. I hope for her that my father gets the son he so desperately wants so that he may give her a break."

"You want him to have a son?"

"I want to fly with you on dragonback, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake."

Her friend rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious."

"So am I, I'd never jest about cake," Rhaenyra's eyes turned solemn as they bore into Alicent's. "Or about you."

The brunette looked away quickly, avoiding eye contact and changing the subject, "Aren't you worried about your position?"

"I like this position, it's quite comfortable… Although there are a few others I might like to try."

At Rhaenyra's suggestive wink, Alicent turned a deep red and scrambled up, earning a grunt of discomfort from the young princess as her head smacked on the floor. Rhaenyra stood immediately too then, grabbing onto Alicent's wrist before she could make it very far.

"No don't go, please…'

"Stop messing around," Alicent snapped, her eyes darting around, although the Godswood remained empty.

"I wasn't. I meant every word. I swear by the gods."

"Rhaenyra…"

"Fly with me!"

"What?"

"Fly with me," the princess insisted, grabbing both her hands in her own, clutching them tightly. "Just one ride. Syrax is large enough to saddle two."

"But-"

"Please. We do not have to go as far as the Narrow Sea. We can just take a turn about the Red Keep if you wish it. Please," Rhaenyra continued, her voice tinged with a desperation she could not understand.

"I suppose…if we won't be away for too long. The hour grows late."

"Magnificent. We'll have ever so much fun!"

Rhaenyra led Alicent to the entrance of the dragon pit, where Syrax awaited. The dragon's wings stretched wide, catching the sunlight, as she emitted a low rumble of anticipation. Alicent let out a breath of wonder at her sheer size.

"Come on then."

Rhaenyra helped Alicent onto Syrax's back, her touch gentle and Alicent tried not to think about the way it lingered on her waist a second too long. A figment of her imagination surely. The Targaryen princess then climbed up behind Alicent, their bodies pressed together as she brought up her arms around her to hold onto the reigns.

"Hold on," Rhaenyra smirked, Alicent could feel it in her voice, even if she could not see it.

With a gentle nudge from her rider, Syrax took off, her wings beating rhythmically against the air. The ground fell away beneath them as they ascended into the heavens, leaving the palace walls behind. Alicent yelped, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands grasping the princess's forearms hard enough to cut off circulation.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," she mumbled prayers under her breath as she shuddered, feeling the rush of wind through her hair.

"You can open your eyes now," Rhaenyra leaned in closer to whisper in her ear so the wind wouldn't snatch her words away and Alicent shivered.

Alicent shook her head, eyes still closed.

"Come on," Rhaenyra cajoled. "You're missing out on the view."

"But-but we're so high up."

"And I'm right here, and I promise I won't let you fall."

"Promise?"

Rhaenyra's arms tightened around her in response and Alicent slowly blinked her eyes open, the view in front of her taking her breath away. She still refused to look below them and she felt her friend laugh at her, felt the soft rumble in her chest and her breath against her ear.

"Wow."

"See, I told you we'd have fun!"

A strand of her hair tickled her face and Alicent blew at it in annoyance, her fear not letting her lift her hands to brush it away. As if sensing her discomfort, Rhaenyra moved her own hand, tucking it away securely, before brushing all her hair over one shoulder, leaving her other free, her fingers pausing near Alicent's jaw. Then, slowly, the princess leaned forward, resting her chin delicately on her friend's shoulder, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Alicent stiffened momentarily, her entire neck flushed pink.

"Rhaenyra…"

"How do you like the view?" Rhaenyra directed the conversation elsewhere.

"It's…it's incredible. I-I had no idea it'd be this beautiful," Alicent's eyes were wide as she drank everything in.

"I did."

Something in her voice made Alicent pause, her heart skipping a beat. She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Rhaenyra's unexpectedly close gaze. She could feel the warmth of her breath against her neck as she spoke, her chin pressed snugly at the junction of her shoulder and throat.

"I always it was breathtaking," Rhaenyra breathed.

Their eyes locked, and something passed between them, and all of a sudden Alicent wasn't sure if it was the view they were speaking of anymore.

Rhaenyra's gaze flickered to her lips.

Oh, it was most definitely not the view they were speaking of anymore.

Just then Syrax surged forward, and an astonished squeal escaped Alicent's lips, her eyes closing again. Rhaenyra pulled away, drawing on the reins to steady the dragon, and their moment was broken.

"I have something for us," Rhaenyra broke the silence after a minute.

"Huh? What?"

With a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, she reached into the satchel at her waist and pulled out a small wrapped bundle. Alicent braved a glance back at her and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Rhaenyra grinned and unwrapped the napkin, "Lemon cakes. Your favourite."

"Oh."

"See, I told you I never jest about cake."

"So you did," Alicent tentatively reached out for a piece, savouring the tangy sweetness of the still-warm cake. "When did you even get these?"

"I brought them to share in the Godswood, but this is better don't you think?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

They shared the treats, engaging in friendly conversation until a comfortable silence enveloped them again. Alicent chewed on the last piece of cake thoughtfully, feeling for one foolish moment, quite free. The altitude didn't scare her quite as much anymore, not with the princess of the realm's arms wrapped around her waist, her smile warming her from the inside out. She felt her gaze even now, soft as it tracked her every feature with skillful precision as if committing her to memory. A blush crept up her cheeks, and a sudden self-consciousness filled the space between them.

"What, do I have crumbs on my face?" Alicent brushed her fingers across her chin.

Her awkward chuckle came to an abrupt stop when Rhaenyra remained silent, her eyes filled with adoration as they flickered down to her lips once again.

"Rhaenyra…?"

The air was heavy with anticipation as she inched closer, drawn in by the princess's magnetic gaze, her breath growing shallow. Both girls paused, lips mere millimetres from each other.

"May I…?" Rhaenyra's whisper was barely audible.

Alicent thought she'd go mad if she didn't. The way her breath ghosted across her lips, with the promise of a caress.

"Please," she breathed back.

That was all the prompting the young princess needed, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat, her hand coming up to cup her cheek tenderly.

Rhaenyra tasted of lemon cakes and something else that was her entirely. She tasted of longing, of desire, of duty, and of rebellion. It was all too much and Alicent's fists clenched the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white, as she gathered the courage to respond to her touch. Eventually, she tentatively wrapped her arms around Rhaenyra's neck, pulling her closer.

In that moment nothing mattered. In this little space, high in the sky with only the clouds for company, it was only them. There were no duties, no responsibilities, no customs, no disapproving glares, and no Faith of the Seven. There was only them with their lips locked; two girls who for a single moment in time could pretend that they would not spend the rest of their lives denying the pull between their hearts. Alicent didn't care if the gods or the heavens looked down disapprovingly, for the gods were supposed to love beautiful things weren't they, and what was more beautiful than loving someone this selflessly?

[spiribia]

I played Portal 2 for you and can't stop thinking how the whole game is mocking the player because you are a robot looking for enrichment. And then the other metaphor of you being a cog in a capitalist machine. Don't get me started on the obsessive toxic lesbians Truly a masterpiece

THANK YOU for playing portal 2 :salute:. there's a cut line from glados where she's like. hold on i'll just copy paste it

"You're angry. I know it. 'She tested me too hard. She’s unfair.” Boo hoo. I don't suppose you ever stopped whining long enough to reflect on your own shortcomings, though, did you? You never considered that maybe I tested you to give the endless hours of your pointless existence some structure and meaning. Maybe to help you concentrate, so just maybe you’d think of something more worthwhile to do with your sorry life."

i think it mightve been one of those lines that were removed as part of their push to make her less abrasive to the player, but anyway, i think she was projecting like hell

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 053: Death Of Aunt May (ASM 196-200)

MASTERPOST

Well well well...!

Last time, Peter received a telegram saying that Aunt May is dead. Obviously, it's a ruse by Uncle Ben's killer, but when he gets to the care home, May's waiting for him, asleep in a coffin. Peter asks her physician to handle everything; he'll just sign whatever there is to sign. Not a good idea, Pete!

Gorgeous colors.

Interestingly, as Peter ponders on how many deaths he let happen, he mentions Felicia Hardy (who's obviously not dead with today's context) and Jameson's son (whose death was an illusion). Can Wolfman's run (soon to end) be summarized by fake deaths?

At the Bugle, Robbie's fed up with Jonah's hatred of Spider-Man and quits his job. Meanwhile, in some secret manor, someone who's probably the Kingpin (ugh) orders underlings to find Spider-Man.

Flash's suckiness is once more out of character. Marv, I don't trust your ability to write him well.

At the funeral, there's only Peter, Anna (May's secret lesbian girlfriend) and the totally-not-shady Dr Rineheart.

This is very Tomb of Dracula-esque!

Robbie arrives just in time to trauma dump to our dear Peter. Turns out he had another son, Patrick, who died 6 months after being born. I love that tidbit of information. Yes, Marv, give me some information about our cast! I love their conversation.

Peter then goes to his old home... which has been ransacked! Suddenly, things start making sense.

Peter has no time to do much though, because as soon as he puts his suit on, he gets attacked, and promptly brought to... the Kingpin, of course.

Overall, that was a great issue. Good art, good dialogues and plot, it was really good. I also really love the cover, hence why it's the first thing you see in this post.

In #197, Kingpin explains his overly complicated method of surviving their last encounter in #164. Amnesiac twice, an underwater tube that didn't have water, Silvermane's attempt to assassinate him, his return to Vanessa who gave him only 24 hours to stop his criminal activities, or she'd leave him.

So he only has 6 hours left to kill Spider-Man. Alright, champ.

I think their ensuing fight is surprisingly alright. Marv's team has done alright fights, they're not totally boring at least. They still fight for apparently literally 6 hours, and when Vanessa comes back, the Kingpin has to stop.

At the Bugle, Betty tells Glory she's not coming back to Ned, which, okay, sure.

Anyway...

Aaaah, I thought I recognized our mysterious physician's atrocious haircut! You know me, I'm always game for some Mysterio.

So it's time for #198!

Spidey's found by cops, and as has happened before, only a physician (I love that word) stops them from removing his mask.

At the Bugle, Jameson gets really angry and has a nervous breakdown in front of the shareholders. Oof. Still not feeling sorry for him.

Meanwhile, Aunt May's killer tries to kill Mysterio, but he uses his illusions on him and tells his life story. He faked his death in prison after teaching his cellmate some of his tricks. His cellmate ended up being the last Mysterio we saw, and our Mysterio was free to do whatever he pleased. Turns out he's been scamming old people for a while now!

Spidey arrives at the care home, but he's tricked again and again. It's kind of fun to see! He gets attacked by geriatrics, and he hits geriatrics. Truly fantastic.

As you can see, things are not going well for Spidey.

The last issue of the 70s! What a fun cover.

Spidey struggles for a while, but he eventually breaks free of the illusion and goes home. Uncle Ben's killer breaks free too! And they still haven't met, hohoho~!

His friends are here to apologize, and Peter (after having snagged a bathrobe) asks to just clean slate. Harry in particular agrees.

Betty's been living with Liz since she officially left Ned. Peter's quite shaken up that his attempts at bringing them back together didn't work.

Anyway, Spidey goes back to his old home, fights Mysterio, who confesses the box he was looking for is no longer there (taken by Uncle Ben's killer, I assume), then tranquilizes Spidey.

Yeah... I don't think they know, but they definitely should by now.

We keep getting great covers!

Two things to note in the first page of #200: first, Spidey has lost his powers. Also, Stan Lee wrote one of the pages. Let's try to catch which one, shall we?

Peter's frustrated with everything, one resident tells him Rinehart told them May died of a heart attack, and when Peter gets home, he throws in costume in rage. The next step: Anna, who advises Peter to go see the rental company.

So glad those became forbidden in public spaces before I was born. But at last, Peter finally learns who his ennemy is.

He's understandably angry. And we don't even have the symbiote yet!

There's a page where Spidey refers to himself as "Puny Peter Parker" and that's one of my contender for the Lee page.

He investigates, reads newspapers articles, looks at a tape, and...

Nice callback! Also nice proof of Peter's sexuality. "Pretty boy", you say?

But all this time, the burglar was waiting for him in his flat (nobody knows how to close the damn door). They fight, but Peter quickly gets knocked out for plot convenience, and when he wakes up, he's bound to a chair.

Okay. I forgive them.

Because he's a funny guy, the burglar carried Peter to the place where Spidey caught him the first time.

I think he should be threatened more often because he's pretty with a gun on his nose.

So Dutch Malone's treasure was underneath the house, he got in prison, Ben's killer was his cellmate (too many cellmates in this story!), heard about his treasure, Dutch died, Ben's killer killed Ben, end of story.

Well, clearly they're not going for the Spider-Man 3 redemption arc!

Peter breaks free, follows UBK but says "dang, he got on a bus, there's nothing I can do now!".

How about getting on top of the bus? That's what he ends up doing, but a bit of a weird moment. There's a Paul inside the bus, so now you know where his epic love story with MJ started.

Peter as a baby. He already had such strong facial features! Reminds me of this:

Anyway.

The burglar brings May, alive, to the warehouse where he'd tied up Peter, and Spidey arrives. They fight, and...

Oh, didn't expect that. Spidey keeps chasing him, and eventually, he says that he won't kill him because it's bad... but then he scares him to death.

...

Hm. That's easy.

On the more interesting side, Spidey finally convinces May to trust him.

Later at the hospital, May explains that the famous box had nothing anymore in it, it had all been eaten by fishes. Okay!

Overall, this arc was kind of... disappointing. Extremely repetitive, convenient stuff, the Mysterio aspects weren't as fun as I hoped they would... It's a bit of a letdown. But it has its good moments too.

It just doesn't feel special after being adapted so many times (but also, the repetitiveness definitely doesn't help.)

So we're done with the 70s. An immense first half, and a more muddled second half. My recommendations post will be interesting for sure...

See you later, folks! Next time: Swarm!

Oh Lord. That's not accounting for eeeevery side series.

[notvictims]

mikayla + cabin ten and aphrodite.

mikayla was an only child when she was with her father, so when she was claimed by aphrodite and joined cabin ten, she had no experience with siblings. she wanted them and wanted nothing more than to feel less alone, especially when she never had a real familial relationship outside of her grandparents, who she barely remembered given how young she was when they died. had she been claimed by just about any other god, she would have been grateful to finally have a family. instead, she's the daughter of the goddess of love, so the vast majority of her siblings have love powers—they know she's a lesbian, which is something she's still not ready to accept at this point, so she avoids them. none of her siblings are stupid enough (or fucked up enough) to out her or confront her about it, which she knows, because it hasn't happened, but they scare her anyway.

she also just... does not fit in with them. she lacks any love powers, so her only abilities that come from aphrodite are her charmspeak and her beauty. even if she spent time with them, she wouldn't be able to participate in any of their stupid love pranks. she doesn't share the same interests as the majority of them, either. children of aphrodite are lovers, not fighters. even piper had to make the effort to train and get better at fighting, because it simply does not come naturally to them, but for mikayla, violence has always been second nature. she enjoys training, spending hours in the arena when she can, and often doesn't return to her cabin until she's covered in blood, dirt, or both. she doesn't make the effort to dress up, not because she doesn't care, but because there's no point. jeans and a t-shirt are more practical when she knows she's going to be either attacked or doing the attacking. there's a reason everyone had assumed she was going to be claimed as a daughter of ares; her interests align so much better with theirs. the biggest difference between her and a child of ares is literally just her charmspeak and the fact she's beautiful to the point where it's painful, while ares kids are just... painful. (obviously, this is all due to the fact she is related to them, but that's not the point of this.)

mikayla's never met her mom. that's pretty normal for most demigods, so it's not the biggest deal, but she's upset she's never received anything from her. not a dream, not a sign, nothing. the only time aphrodite ever acknowledged her was when she claimed mikayla at fourteen, but that was about it. again, not the biggest deal, not uncommon for people like her, but it's the fact that her mom knew what type of man her father was and then just left her with him. she's angry she was left alone, because she would have preferred to just be dumped at camp the moment she was born. she doesn't care that aphrodite was never in her life, just that she had to suffer for years because of the man she chose to sleep with. she's angry that the goddess of love, her mom, knows she's struggling with her sexuality and hates herself for something she can't control, but does nothing about it. all mikayla needs is for her to receive some sign that it's okay, because only her mom could undo the damage her dad did to her, but mikayla would never ask for it. she doesn't pray to her mom. she doesn't ask her for anything. if her mom's not going to send her anything, neither will mikayla.

basically, the most important thing, to me, about mikayla + her mom's side of the family is that her family is huge, one of the biggest cabins at camp, yet mikayla's still completely fucking alone.

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

DuckTales 🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥Questions 9 and 10

9.) Worst part of canon

It's either how they handled the whole thing with Louie and Della at the end of Season 2, or the whole twist with Webby in the finale. I'd probably go with the Louie and Della thing because at least with the Webby twist, the main issue is the lack of actual foreshadowing and build-up, and that's been explained as the result of them not originally wanting/planning to use the twist - which is still not an excuse but at least it's an explanation.

The whole thing with Louie and Della in the last few episodes of Season 2 is honestly just bad writing. Mostly in GlomTales, because in Timephoon! the ending is actually fine and makes sense - I stand by the belief that Della was fully in the right to ground Louie over what happened and basically tell him he needs to put his business on hold until he's fully thought through a way to make money without taking potentially dangerous shortcuts. And even in GlomTales, I don't mind that most of the family goes on probably the only adventure Louie'd want to do without the promise of treasure without him (because, again, if they left him out of an adventure he'd want to sit out anyway, it'd be more of a reward than a punishment).

The issue comes with how they handle Della in this episode - having her choose to leave Louie home alone all day and her video messages that were just worded horribly. I feel like they could have fixed it so much if Della just stayed home with Louie to both keep an eye on him and actually talk to him herself? You could even still have the thing of Louie teaming up with the villains at the end, because Della staying home with him likely wouldn't change Louie being angry, nor would it effect his decision at the end to basically take all of Scrooge and Glomgold's company money; and I'm sure it'd be easy enough to find an excuse for Della to have to leave the mansion for like, an hour.

10.) Worst part of fanon

This is harder to say because I'll admit I actually don't explore a lot of DuckTales fandom outside of the stuff my friends and/or mutuals post and write, so it's very plausible that I've missed a lot of stuff that I would potentially hate. But as it is, I don't know what I'd say is the "wost" part of fanon, since objectively most of the fanon stuff I know if is fine?

I guess it's not the "worst", but something that's pretty much fanon that I don't personally agree with is the idea that Webby is definitely a lesbian and the only way to interpret her and Lena's relationship is romantic? I have no issues with people who have those headcanons, or who ship Lena and Webby (I'm fairly neutral on the ship). But my personal headcanon is that Webby is either bi or pan or just questioning exactly how she defines herself in general, and I'd easily see her and Lena as friends, honorary sisters, or romantically involved depending on how different fanworks wrote it...But the show itself does seem to lean a bit more towards the friendship/"sisters" side of things, especially by the end.

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 46)

Series List

Y/n's pov

"Steve?" I whisper out after a long silence. We'd been trying to sleep for over an hour but I was still struggling to get to sleep. "Mmmm?" Steve moans as he snuggles closer to me. I smile at him and run a hand through his hair. "I think I should tell the kids about me," I whisper to him. Steve jumps out of my lap and looks concerned and worried at me. "Are you sure? Why do you want to tell them now?" He questions in curiosity. I look down at my hands, locking my fingers together and take a deep breath. "Remember that day you came into Scoops and Jason was harassing Robin and I?" I ask him, not looking up at him at all. "Yeah, what about it?" Steve questions, moving one of his hands to my cheek. "Well, he had a photo of me. Of me kissing Robin," I tell him, looking back up at him to see his reaction. His face hardens and he balls his other hand into a fist. "I'm gonna kill him," Steve whispers before I can even get to the worst part. I place a hand on one of his and continue, "He said he was gonna spread it around the school. Tell everyone that I was a lesbian." Steve gets angrier and asks, "Is he doing any of this to Robin? Like is she in danger of this as well," I shake my head and softly smile at him caring about my best friend as much as I do. "No one would be able to recognize her from the photo. Jason didn't know it was her either," I explain, running my free hand through Steve's hair. He tries to smile at the action but I could tell he was still very angry. "Do you want me to fight Jason to get him not to do it?" He asks.

I laugh and shake my head. "Nah baby, it's ok. I don't really mind him telling people. I just need to make sure that the kids all hear it from me and not from a random person that is trying to get a rise out of them." I explain to him. Steve nods in understanding and wraps his arms around my middle. He pulls me closer to him and hides his face in my stomach. "I'm sorry," I hear and feel Steve whisper into my stomach. I look down confused at him and ask, "Why are you sorry? You couldn't have done anything to stop this from happening." Steve shrugs and tightens his arms around me. "But because of a dickhead, you have to come out earlier than you are ready for," Steve reasons. I laugh a little at him and tell him, "I think I've been ready to tell them all for a really long time. This way just the push I needed to finally tell them." Steve looks up at me and smiles. "You are amazing, you know that?" He looks up at me in awe and I laugh a little bit at him. I boop his nose and shake my head. "Anyway, you ok if we have them all over here in a few days so I can tell them?" I ask him, worried that he wouldn't be ok with all of this happening here for some reason. "Of course, in the morning we'll call all the rugrats and tell them to be here on Saturday," Steve tells me. I smile wider at him and give him a big kiss on the lips. Steve smiles into the kiss and pulls me down to deepen the kiss further.

A few days later (Saturday)

"God, I don't know if I'm ready for this," I say while pacing a hole in Steve's living room floor. Robin and Steve were sitting quietly watching me do this. "It's gonna be ok. Do you really think any of them will have a problem with you liking girls?" Robin asks, moving off of the couch and getting in my pacing path. She grabs onto my arms and forces me to look at her. "I know that, but like, what if they aren't cool with all of it? They could just get more awkward about the whole thing?" I ramble, really coming up with anything to stop this from happening. Something that I probably learnt from Robin. Robin looks at me in playful disbelief and shakes her head. Steve stands up from the couch but just as he goes to say more to help, the doorbell goes off.

"Well, that will be them now," Steve announces and walks out of the room. I begin to panic again and try to get out of Robin's arms so I can pace again. "Hey," Robin whispers, placing a hand on my cheek and moving my head to make me look at her. "Everything will be ok, and if it's not, Steve and I will both still be here for you," Robin whispers to me. I nod at her and pull her into a big hug, not really needing to say anything more about the whole thing starts.

As we pull away from our hug, my group of little kids almost run into the room and crash onto the couch, Nancy following in after them and sitting in a chair. Robin laughs at them and joins in on all the pushing and jumping on the couch. Steve walks in slowly behind them all and stands next to me, placing a hand on my lower back. "You ok?" Steve asks, waiting for me to get this all started. I nod and look over at everyone mucking around on the couches. "All right!" I yell and give a big clap to silence the whole room. Everyone stops and looks shocked at me. I quickly look at everyone in the room and notice that Max isn't in the chaos that is on the couch. "What are we doing here N/n?" Dustin questions after a while of silence. I feel my nerves get worse but destress a little when I feel Steve place his hand lightly on my back again.

"I asked you all over to Steve's because I need to tell you all something important before you all go to school," I start, not really knowing how I'm going to start all of this. Erica sits forward a little bit and asks, "Are you and Steve finally together?" My eyes widen at the statement and everyone burst out in congratulations instead of waiting for an answer. I feel Steve freeze next to me and Robin freeze as well. God dam these kids and their short attention spans. "Ok, Ok. Thanks for that Erica, but that isn't why I've got you all here." I say, getting everyone's attention on me again. "Why are we all here then?" Max grumbles, already seeming to be bored with the conversation. I look over at her worried and think about trying to go over to hers at some point to work out what is going on with her at the moment. "What I'm gonna tell you is a lot more important than a relationship," I tell her, looking back and further at the whole group. Dustin looks at me worried and says, "Say it already Y/n. You're starting to make me worry over here."

I take a deep breath and start to tell the kids. "You are all going to high school this year. Over the summer, Jason learnt some personal information about me and is gonna be spreading this information all around the school." They all look even more confused and so I continue, "I want to get in front of him and tell you all myself. I like girls and guys." After I say the last words I watch as everyone in the room let out a big breath. "What the hell L/n!? We thought this was gonna be bad news!" Mike snaps at me. Everyone else nods and agrees with Mike, but they are a lot less angry. I look even more confused at them all and say, "What the hell do you mean? That is serious," I tell him. Dustin breaks out laughing and says, "We know you like both Y/n. Ever since we've been little you've been dropping hints that some girls are hot and not in the friends kind of way. It doesn't really surprise us at this point."

I laugh a little at him and walk over to the couch. "Well, if you're all ok with me being Bi, then you won't mind me doing this," I say before pulling Dustin into a big hug and giving him lots of kisses. He breaks out laughing and tries to push me off of him. "Help! Help Me!" Dustin starts to yell at all of his friends. I hear everyone laughing at us and then all of the kids jump on me and try to get me off of him. I laugh with everyone and we all end up on the floor. We all lay there catching our breath when Robin, Nancy and Steve pop into my field of vision. "You ok down there?" Nancy asks as all, a small smile spreading over her face. I laugh and nod my head, looking over to where I last saw Max but find that she isn't there anymore. I look around at the kids on the floor but she isn't among the mass of limbs laying around either.

I sit up and take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next part. "There is something else I need to ask of you all. More so you all," I say, pointing to the group of kids laying on the floor. They all look over at me, a little bit concerned again so I quickly say, "I need you all to stay the hell away from me at school. You don't know me there. You've never meant me. You stay the hell away from me." I warn them all a little bit too sternly. I look at everyone but they all burst out into a fight with me. I hear comments of, 'What the hell?' 'Why would we do that?' 'Why can't we know you?' 'We are not doing that!' I shake my head at them all and look over at the three other older kids in the room. All three of them look concerned at me, Nancy more angry than concerned. I shake my head and yell, "All right, that's enough!" 

Everyone snaps their head at me but doesn't say a word. "Ok, you kids have already had enough trouble when it comes to school. I have someone who is an outsider but he's your kind of outsider. If you are with me when this news gets around the school, I don't know what people will do to you. You need to do this for me so I know that you are all safe," I explain to them all, hoping that they all understand. Dustin shuffles closer to me and says, "But, you're the coolest person we know. Why can't we just stay with you?" I softly smile at him and place a hand on his cheek. "It's ok Dusty. It may not be the whole year, just until everything dies down, then you can talk to me. But I need you all to do this for now. Ok?" I ask them all, receiving sad nods all around.

I sigh and say, "How about this, if you all want, you can spend the night here with Steve and me tonight and tomorrow before I go to work, I'll introduce you to this person so you feel a little more comfortable when you see him at school?" I ask them all. Everyone brightens and nods their heads. "Hey! I never agreed to that!" Steve says. I laugh and look up at him with my best puppy dog eyes. "Please Stevie? It's the last time the kids will be able to hang out with me until school starts up again," I beg him, the kids all saying please and giving him puppy dog eyes as well. Steve sighs in defeat and nods. "Fine, but you all need to clean up before you leave tomorrow," Steve tells us. We all cheer and have an evening full of fun and some Dnd adventure.

[andromerot]

what fiction podcasts would you recommend? ^_^

man. being dragged into the cringezone. its ok... so from ages fifteen to seventeen i listened to a LOT of audiodramas and honestly a lot of them are not very good. but some are! and some are fun :) im making a list

mabel podcast: if you've followed me for over two hours you've probably heard of it is one of my favorite things in the whole world...i cant even begin to describe the plot but i recommend it to all of you because a lot of people on tumblr are like, into haunted houses, or into fairy folklore, or into fucked up codependent lesbians, or all of the above. so it truly has something for everyone. but its beautiful, it really is. will ruin all romance for you though. honestly its not even a podcast to me its more like a girl best friend. i can talk about it forever so if you have more specific questions about it feel very welcome to send them

i am in eskew: another favorite! this one is about very terrible city that loves a man very much and will not let him go #relatable. this one is a proper horror podcast though so i do not recommend it to anyone squeamish - but i really like it.

the silt verses: done by the same people as eskew, horror as well. i haven't finished it yet but its amazing. it's about gods. gods that are Weird.

welcome to night vale: this one is a classic (arguably, The Classic) and i think is a fundamental part of what is now considered cringe 2014 tumblr culture but honestly it is very funny and silly. its been going steady for like ten years, has over 200 episodes, which means it has some very bad seasons and some pretty good ones. i think its best era was like 2014-2016 or so but yeah it's very long and has some gems. it dares ask the question "what if a town was very fucked up?" which was then asked by four hundred other podcasts, all done badly. but wtnv is fun

wolf 359: yet another classic. fucked me up bad. its about a spaceship with some guys inside it. it predicted among us. the best character is hera the artificial intelligence with severe mental problems

the far meridian: this one is very sweet and tiny but i think its underrated. soft and surreal. a girl who lives in a lighthouse that moves every night searches for her missing brother and Encounters Situations

ars paradoxica: one of the few time travel stories i like in this whole world. i remember almost nothing about the plot itself but i remember it broke my heart a lot. a scientist accidentally timetravels to the middle of wwii and shes hired to do some war shit, which sucks for her but she has nothing better to do. that sounds boring but i swear its not. maybe it was i dont remember.

neighbourly: anthology based on a long street of fucked up houses or fucked up people living in houses. it has some pretty good episodes and some banger episodes. im friends in law with the guy who makes it. its cool

alice isnt dead: theres a woman called alice and she is dead. but, spoilers, she isn't dead. her wife starts working as a trucker trying to find her and goes all around the us trying to find her and things happen to her.

within the wires: its an anthology but each season is a story. the first one is really really good, the others are a mixed bag. its an alternate history thing but the genre changes

the penumbra podcast: this one has been added to the list with a huge sigh because like i cant lie it has been extremely influential to my life but also i hate it. it was very important to me. its bad. don't listen to it. unless you're a mentally ill teenager or you like old women a lot maybe try it out then. the old women are not the main characters

anyway yeah like getting into indie podcasting like this really altered the way i saw media from a young age and even if some of these are not as good as i remember them being i do recommend the experience. the only ones i really listen to now are the first three and every once in a while i catch up with the last but im angry about that one. hope at least one of these is to your liking. listen to mabel

[clemjolichose]

A story of butch, masculine lesbian and TERFism.

I told this in a thread on Twitter already (which blew up in French queer spaces a bit) but I saw a post here about the TERF's divide and conquer method and let me tell you: it works.

This is my story.

When I was in middle school, I identified as bisexual but was labeled a lesbian because I've been outed to my whole school, which wasn't fun. I got called slurs, I was sexually attacked and harassed, etc...

In my last year of middle school, I started learning about the trans community and identifying as a trans boy (I am now non-binary).

There were queer teachers in my school, one of the best being the documentalist who gifted me a trans manifesto book (Whipping Girl by Julia Serano) and who was a former queer activist, he himself is probably bisexual.

But there was another teacher, his friend, who was a masculine lesbian. She was a French teacher and I was very admirative of her because, well, she's a queer adult doing my dream job, and I found her pretty and she was funny, etc... I trusted her and told her about my transidentity.

She immediatly told me to seek psychological help, which I took as a "get help for your dysphoria thing" and so did the school psychologist, who helped me come out to my parents.

At the end of the year, the teacher asked me to come by while the class was empty. I came, thinking we would discuss about me wanting to be a French teacher too or something...

But no, she spent an hour telling me that maybe I was fleeing femininity and misogyny, attacking my identity... and most importantly, she had TERF discourse. Well, yes, what she told le first was already TERF discourse, but then she started guilting me and trans communities for the "loss of lesbians", telling me that she had lesbian friends who though they were transmasculine and now regret their transition, had to detransition, etc etc...

I already knew a bit about this type of discourse and tried to explain the fluidity of gender identity and gender expression, but I didn't have as much knowledge as I do now and she was always blocking my arguments and being incredibly distressed.

I was very disoriented by this experience because I trusted her. I thought she wanted to help me and I realized her "get help" meant "get into conversion therapy" because she didn't want me to be trans.

I now have very conflictual feelings about her still. I pity her, I am angry at her, I still admire her in some ways and it kinda hurts. I try to focus on the good stuff (like the documentalist who was and is still very supportive and inclusive) but this very experience ended up quite traumatising, especially as I was bullied for being "the lesbian" and masculine.

Like, girl, we on the same boat.

Anyway, end of story.

PS: I am not implying that butches are TERFs, but that TERFs deliberately target butches and other gender nonconforming identities with their propaganda.

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Took my seroquel way too late last night and just woke up (it's 1:55pm)

Anyway I'll type out what I can remember from my dream before I forget

I was doing work training at a place that was both a restaurant and a store combined. It wasn't very big, but here's the thing. They put the dining booths in the middle of the store isles, so you had to walk around them to shop. The owner said "if our restaurant customers can see our other products they're more likely to buy them."

I'm like "yeah, sure, but then people coming here for the store will be annoyed by having to walk around them."

"Does it look like they're annoyed?"

The store was full, customers shopping, inoring the tables in the isles. So yeah, I guess they didn't care.

After waiting on some tables, my boss comes up and gives me a bag. She says that it's a gift for the employee of the month, and since she was leaving, I had to give it to him. "His name is on the front; he has brown curly hair and he's kinda tall."

The bag says "For Chala Chango, 2nd/3rd shift". I look around, and every employee is a tall teenage white boy with short curly brown hair. I start asking each one where I can find Mr. Chango. They ignore me. My friend hunter walks up, says my shift is over, and he'll take over. He is also a tall white boy with curly brown hair, but he's 30 IRL.

I drive home, where I'm living in a large trailer with two girls with rainbow hair and an undercut. They start arguing about whether or not one of them could call themselves a lesbian if she slept with a guy in the past. I'm like, oh God, I live with people who get off on tumblr discourse. So I start driving to my son's grandma's instead.

You have to drive down this super long rural road to get there, just like IRL. Except when you get there, it's a whole neighborhood with houses that looked identical to the ones on the street I grew up in, except reversed. There was a fluffy calico cat outside, so I don't go in, I sit in the driveway to pet the cat. Then a Bengal kitty that looks exactly like a mini-leopard walks up. I pet her, but then her spots keep printing onto my skin so now I have leopard hands.

I suddenly remember that I took Chala's gift home with me, so now I have to go back to deliver it to him. I get there and my coworkers start yelling at me because I'm not wearing my work pants despite not being on the clock. They said I still WAS on the clock because I never even clocked out before I left.

Hunter walks up and asks what's up. I show him the bag. He says "Chala won't be in for another 4 hours. I don't know why boss gave this to you. I'll take it to him."

I hand him the bag, noticing again that my hand is full leopard print. "Hunter, look at what this cat did to me! It was like a printer!"

He grabs my hand and looks at it like half an inch from his face. I notice that one of his eyes is now foggy and glossed over. "Sorry, this job has made me blind in one eye. What are you trying to show me again?"

"How did this job do that?"

"Angry customer."

".....oh God. Okay."

I decide to do some shopping. As I'm walking around, I see the girl who runs the one-time-i-dreamt blog. I walk up to her and say "wanna hear something funny? You're IN a one-time-i-deamt now!"

She stares at me with wide eyes until a group of men in tuxedos walks up and surrounds her. They mention that she has to have bodyguards because people aren't supposed to recognize her in dreams.

I go home, and that one fucker y'all always post about, Jerma, is there. I'm like. What the fuck, all I've ever seen of him outside of a million memes is when I watched 5 minutes of his sims role playing video.

He tells me that he's dating the one-time-i-dreamt girl (forgot her name, sorry). He says I'm not allowed to like her unless I'm Polish. I'm like. That's not even where she's from

He looks sad for a second. Almost betrayed. He holds his hand out and says "come with me." I touch his hand and now somehow I now have feelings for this man. He does not provoke any emotion for me in real life. So I'm like what the fuck, okay.

But then I start remembering my ex and how good he fucked, so I was like no, I'm staying here. Then he just. Evaporated into thin air

I go home and my roommates are asleep, so I invite hunter over. I tell him about my day. "That's crazy, man" he says.

~dream end~

Fuck you tumblr