#as a tattooed person myself i know my tattoos are an inherent part of me

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

harry, as venus by botticelli

the birth of harry finally come to life, thanks to the incredible visions depicted in de amore ex tempore, a fic by @persephoneflouwers that has me dreaming like i haven't in a while. thank you <3

[that-ghosts-art]

“Come on buddy, don’t ya wanna make a lil deal with lil ol’ me?”

I’ve been on a bit of an equivalence high recently as anyone following me may have guessed haha ^-^

For anyone who’s interested I’ve written some of my thoughts on demon!Mabel below the cut :3

First things first let's talk about her style and general appearance, cause I feel like I’ve deviated a fair bit from the previously established fancy suit she’d been portrayed as having like Dipper.

My logic for the change (outside of wanting to try drawing something that isn’t a suit haha) is that I feel she would have more varietyin the outfits she wears compared to Dipper. Looking at the show Dipper was out there wearing the exact same outfit for an entire summer while Mabel (admittedly wearing the same type of clothes) had significantly more variety, wearing a different sweater every episode, some episodes even having more than one, and I feel this would continue to reflect here.

Dipper has his suit and doesn't venture much further then that if he can help it (obviously not to say he doesn't but you know what I mean). Mabel mean while would have a new outfit every day, multiple per day sometimes!

Most of the time I think she would default to a more punk, diy aesthetic because of the inherent creativity of it (which for a typically detail averse artist such as myself was certainly a decision haha), not to mention I can imagine Mabel being like “I’m a literal demon Dipper I gotta go for the outfits with the spikes and chains!”

At the same time she would definitely enjoy trying out a whole host of different styles (to a point though. Some just aren't comfortable, not any more at least, a part of her stolen away with the Transcendence).

I'd need to do some research into clothing styles to say specifically what else she would enjoy, but I can say it's a lot of black with small splashes and highlights of colour. She's also, regardless of style wear lots and lots of jewellery and piercings cause I think she’d like them :3

Switching things up a bit I wanna quickly go over her pins (ie, her queer identities). My hc for demon!Mabel is the same for normal Mabel, being bisexual with a masc preference, and a demigirl (she/her/they/them exploring and trying out various neo pronouns as she encounters them, rotating through them depending on her mood).

Slightly serious tangent, but I know the previously established lore for EAU was that she would be aroace, but in all honesty that never quite sat right with me. Like the only reason she, or subsequently Dipper in the main TAU canon, are aspec is because of the demon-ness, and while I love demons and the demonic as much as the next aroace person, and I adore representation of my identity, the implications aren’t my favourite in the world. Obviously no disrespect to the people behind that decision, (in fact I applaud them on exploring how a character like Mabel might react to people assuming she wants that in this lil fic here :3). Only the maddest of respect to the people who make characters the identities they want them to be :) I just wanted to address it for anyone who like me has read every bit of eau content they can get their grubby lil hands on and noticed that particular difference :p

Besides, this way we get to explore the logistical and moral implications of a character being allosexual while also being an incredibly powerful and immortal being, especially when you get into questions of how she ages herself compared regular humans :3c (I think I'll leave that for another post though haha)

On a different note, another design idea I had was that it'd be really cool if she had a dynamic and moving tattoo that would constantly change and show new (typically pig and star related) designs :) this definitely wasn't inspired by my own inability to come up with and stick to a particular singer design, definitely not.

I also thought it would be neat to differentiate the demonic aspects of her and Alcor's design by giving her feathered wings, rather than the typical bat wings. I mostly just thought it could be nice to try drawing something different, and while Dipper and Mabel are very close and have a fair amount in common they are still very different characters, so it would make sense for their demonic features to differ, even is only slightly. On that note I also gave her a pink outline to her pupils as inspired by this art cause I thought it was neat :3

Anyway I accidentally posted this before I was finished so Imma just take that as a sign to stop and put my other thoughts in a different post haha 😅

[hunnythebee]

Late Nights at 79s

18+ MINORS DNI 18+

Chapter 3: Tattoos

You and Fives fill the time waiting for the others to arrive. In the process you get to learn a little bit more about the man you've just slept with.

Explicit - 1.1k words - first person - female reader

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Tags: Fives x Reader, Jedi!Reader, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, the 501st, Coruscant, 79s, shower, kissing, fluff, discussion of canon events, tattoos

WARNINGS and fic below the cut

NO YOUNGLINGS BEYOND THIS POINT

Warnings and Explicit tags: nudity, shared shower, shower make out, discussion of death

Short AN: Hello, apologies for the delay and apologies for the lack of smut in this chapter. I felt a story break was needed since the next part is... A lot. Originally I was going to make it all one chapter but I figured this would be better because then if you're just here for smut you can move on to the next chapter. This chapter is more sensual, fluffy, and aftercare.

When you see the next chapter you'll know why.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this brief interlude!

I hadn’t realized how amazing a shower could feel. The water was the perfect temperature by the time I got in and was exactly what I needed for my aching muscles. The fatigue of the night’s escapades was beginning to catch up with me. The best thing about the shower however, was the fact that I wasn’t alone. Fives had asked if I wanted some time to myself or if he could join, and I happily invited him to join me. Nothing inherently sexual happened. He gingerly washed my skin with soap, taking his time lathering me up. After I had washed off, he pressed my back gently to the cool surface of the shower wall. His lips softly kissed my wet neck.

“Mmm…you smell amazing cyar’ika,” he whispered into my ear before shutting off the water and grabbing our towels. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the counter to check his comm for an update. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Still damp from the shower, his tan muscles glistened under the refresher lights and I finally could see all of his tattoos. In addition to the Z-6 and the ‘99’ he also had a tattoo of some kind of snake-like creature trailing up his spine and what appeared to be a domino on the back of his left calf. He caught me staring and smirked.

“Enjoying the view?” He chuckled.

“Mmhm… very much. But I was wondering…” I gestured to his body with a questioning look, “What’s the story with all the tattoos?”

He laughed and jokingly said, “Lots of clones have tattoos. Why do you assume mine has meaning?”

“Because lots of clones have meaningful tattoos, and I love hearing the stories behind them. Makes me feel more connected with you guys,” I was being one-hundred percent sincere. I preferred knowing the clones, my men. It made it feel less… less like they were just tools.

He smiled softly, “You are something else, you know that?”

“I might. Now are you going to tell me the stories or what?” I pestered.

“Fine, but let’s do it somewhere more comfortable,” he suggested.

I happily moved past him out of the bathroom, grabbing my robe and giving him a peck on the cheek on the way out. I headed back to the living area and plopped down on the couch. He followed closely behind, still wearing only a towel. He relaxed into the couch opposite me.

“Alright,” he started, leaning forward and tipping his shoulder towards me. “This one here is for one of my batch-mates. He went by the name ‘Hevy’ as he was the heavy weapons expert on my squad. We were stationed on Rishi together… The base we were charged with came under attack and the only reason we made it out is because Hevy took them out by himself.”

“Oh Fives… I’m so sorry to hear that you lost a brother that way…” I didn’t take my eyes off him as he shifted once again, pointing out the tattoo on his calf.

“This one…” he got comfortable again after confirming I had seen it, “Is to commemorate my training squad.”

“A… domino?” I was puzzled.

He laughed, “We weren’t exactly top of our class. In fact, we failed so often that the trainers started to refer to us as ‘Domino Squad’ because we would fall like dominoes in the training exercises.”

“Hence…”  I started.

“The domino,” we stated in unison.

He continued, moving on to the intricate serpent on his back. “No doubt you noticed this one.”

I laughed, “Kind of hard to miss.”

“So, on that very same mission on Rishi, there were these giant eels. Rishi Eels. One of them got my other domino brother, Cutup.”

My eyes widened and I placed my hands over my mouth in surprise, “Maker, so you lost two of your batch-mates on the same mission?”

He nodded solemnly, “Same day.”

“That’s horrible,” I shook my head.

He let out a half-hearted chuckle, “You’re the first Jedi to say that to me.”

“Really?” I asked in shock.

He shrugged, “Most of them don’t see us the same way you seem to. I can list the Jedi I know who have shown care to us on a deeper level on one hand.”

“That’s… I can’t believe how cold they can be,” I lowered my head.

“Like I said, they’re not all bad. For example, after the battle in Tipoca City, General Kenobi had some very kind words of comfort to offer to Echo and I about our fallen brother, 99,” he explained.

I offered a small smile, “Is that who the ‘99’ is for then?”

He beamed, “Yep! He believed in me and my brothers when no one else seemed to. If it hadn’t been for him, I would probably still be in Tipoca washing floors.”

“Thank you, for sharing all of that with me,” my eyes trailed off while my mind wandered. Fives crossed the room to sit beside me and placed a hand on my thigh to get my attention.

“What’s going on in your mind?” He asked.

“Hmm?” I responded, “Oh. It’s nothing. Stupid really.”

He leaned back into the couch and pulled me into him. 

“I think we’ve established you can be comfortable with me, so out with it.”

I sighed. “Fine. It’s just… I ask clones about their tattoos all the time for two reasons. One, I like to feel closer to them, to know them better.”

Fives nodded to tell me he’s listening and to continue.

“And the second reason… I want some of my own,” I admit.

“That’s it?” He raised an eyebrow up at me.

“What do you mean that’s it?” I ask, feigning offense.

“If you want a tattoo I can take you to any number of our guys. It’s not like you’re the first Jedi to be tatted.” He laughed.

“Wha– Who?!” I exclaimed, but was interrupted by a knock on my door. Fives kissed my cheek and stood up.

“Remember, I’m not the gossip. Echo is.” He winked and went to get the door. I sunk back, trying to imagine who it could possibly be. My thoughts screeched to a halt when I heard the door slide open. I sat up and glanced over to the entryway. They were inside now, but it seemed like someone was still missing. I made my way over to greet them.

“Hey boys,” I said, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “Welcome to my home. Make yourselves comfortable. Can I get you anything?”

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[texeoghea]

actually upon further reflection i think im satisfied with this design so im posting it by itself. i think i managed to capture the ideas well enough (explained below) and my first tattoo doesnt need to be especially profound

just like the other one this combines a few different themes so ill try to go in order

The Rabbit: this ties into every other theme, and the biggest reason was because i thought it fit the idea i wanted best. ive had this concept for 3 years now, and it was always a rabbit because it was always about the dynamic of predator vs. prey, and how an animal backed into a corner will always defend itself. it was always going to be. rabbit, and the rabbit was always going to look scary and injured, it’s part of the idea

Perception: the biggest concept behind the piece is “what happened to the rabbit?” because i tried to leave it up to interpretation. i hope that different people will think different things when they see it, because that tells you a little bit about who they are. did the rabbit escape from something? did it do something? well, i don’t know. i want to hear what the people who ask me about it think.

The Magician; Impulse, And Whether To Follow It: these three ideas are kind of all tied up together, so it would be difficult for me to separate them. Magicians and rabbits are, at this point, pretty much inherently connected ideas, so incorporating the Magician tarot card is a bit of a half-winking joke. But also, the Magician is one of my two favorite cards, and it really does link to what white rabbits represent in media, thanks to Alice in Wonderland. The rabbit and the Magician are guides to Alice and the Fool. I also want to credit The Matrix in this one, because while that itself draws inspiration from Alice, I feel it’s used in a much different way. Alice follows the rabbit into madness, and must escape herself. Neo is trapped in madness, and follows the rabbit to freedom. The Magician is a guide to the Fool, and points him in the direction of the rest of his journey, wherever that may take him.

Connections: These ideas tie together really well in my mind. On top of the question what happened to the rabbit, I want people to wonder, would I follow that rabbit? Am I aware of the nature of the people around me, or do I see what I want to see? Would I trust that person to be my guide? Am I paying attention to my surroundings? Am I being truthful to myself?

I feel like the rabbit is more than anything a warning and reminder to myself, to pay attention and be careful, and also that I’m stronger than I think.

[neurotheascars]

Actually you know what I'm going to fucking say it. I like the puzzle piece. I'm autistic and I want to reclaim the puzzle piece. The puzzle piece makes more sense to me and I'm sick of seeing people talking over real autistic people trying to reclaim that symbol.

I'm visual and I like the metaphor because guess what? I'm not a puzzle but my whole fucking life is! Trying to fit into society without masking and burnout AND having to self-advocate for myself IS a fucking a puzzle. Having to figure out what I need to support myself is a puzzle, having to talk to doctors and prove that I have difficulty is a puzzle.

So sorry but no. Fuck the people saying it's only a "hate symbol". The puzzle piece isn't a hate symbol. you don't get to take this from me. The thing about puzzles is that they fit together in the end and that's my symbol for hope that I can fit into society without cutting off parts of myself or changing who I am inherently. You don't get to take my hope symbol from me and replace it with a symbol that doesn't really mean shit to me visually.

I like my visual metaphor because I'm autistic!!! I'm attached to my visual metaphor because I'm autistic!! I don't want to change the symbol I use to associate with my autism because guess what, again, I'm autistic and don't like changing!!

The infinity symbol makes me think of stupid overrated white girl tattoos. I'm not an Infinity Continuum, my life is not an Infinity Continuum. If it was, my life would be a whole lot fucking easier, but instead I'm stuck putting together puzzles and I can't even feel connected to the symbol that gives me hope about that my personal life puzzle will get put together, because y'all think that it's a hate symbol.

You're talking over people like me because I know I'm not the only person who feels this way, which already is a fucking problem when it comes to autistic people. Like don't infantilize other autistic people by deciding that your experience with the puzzle symbol is universal and not leaving any room for reclamation.

Now, here's the real thing you need to say instead:

The puzzle piece is not for allistic people because they are not the ones putting together the puzzle. I think it should be an autism only symbol and I think at large The infinity symbol should be used for organizations.

My entire point is that I don't think autistic people should have to deal with being be attacked for using the puzzle piece. Really really tired of meeting other autistic people in person who use the puzzle piece symbol and are so scared of being hated on because of their connection to it. This is not okay y'all.

Before you come at me for a debate, do realize that I am an ABA survivor and I was directly negatively affected by autism speaks. I had an autism warrior mom who treated me like a test subject. I'm also not talking about this like I'm level 1 support. I am level 2 in a lot of areas in level 3 in others.

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Hiiiii, wanna emphasize that this is not a sad thought/text post, but rather something I was just thinking about: (rest under the cut)

Soooo obviously I run a nsfw blog and I post nudes and take pictures that I feel pretty and sensual and sexy in. And obviously in sharing those there’s going to be a lot of attention from that (some very strange and gross attention but also some genuinely nice people). Buuutttt in all of that I get a lot of people who tell me how pretty or gorgeous or amazing I am, etc. And also since I don’t ever post my face, a lot of this is solely based on my body (which isn’t inherently terrible but there is still a whole nuanced conversation that could be had about that). But something I always wonder is if people would hold that same energy if they did see all of me, fully clothed, as I am in my day to day. No posing, no nudity, no carefully picked outfit, hair undone, just me as I am. And don’t get me wrong, I know I’m pretty (and not just my body) and it doesn’t necessarily matter if anyone else thinks so or not, but validation is an inherently human thing to want and seek and is just nice to hear. On the flip side of that, when it comes to in person real life interactions, I’m always surprised when people are attracted to me, even if I know I’m pretty and hold that worth within myself. But ya know, westernized beauty standards and all that always makes me second guess sometimes. I also consider my style, hair, tattoos, piercings to be more alternative than what’s considered traditionally attractive vs. (and take this as you will) being blonde, blue eyed, white, long hair… you get the picture. And being those things isn’t wrong, it’s just the standard that we’ve held of what’s attractive, particularly for women, (but also men) for so long and so there’s still a part of me that is surprised when people in my day to day, real, in person, offline life think that I’m attractive(and with my clothes on too). Anyway, take this as you will, it’s not me asking for validation or anything like that, just thoughts I have from time to time about beauty standards and being a woman and sexuality and everything else that’s tied up in that.

[grimalkinmessor]

10+11?

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

OH BOY *scrubs my grubby paws rogether* Ain't that a fun question? I'm a big fan of AUs—soulmates, hanahaki, A/B/O, you name it, I'm probably in love with it. My all time favorite trope is definitely arranged marriage, though. Or—I guess you could say it's technically dubious consent? Because it's really the power imbalance and the struggle for freedom that I really like about it, it doesn't have to be specifically Arranged Marriage, it could just as well be (and often is) captor/captive. The CODEPENDENCE. The PARASITISM that develops 😩👌✨ They need each other more than air, more than anything but they're killing each other, they're making each other stronger and worse, even if you die you'll never be free of me because a part of you is always in me and a part of me is soldered to you, I wish I could hate you, I wish I could love you, I wish things were different— the GOOD SHIT ✨👌🤌💕💞💖🙏✨❤️‍🔥💯✨⭐🔥🌟

Which sort of leads into my second favorite trope; fantasy AUs!!! Put some magic in that shit!!! Drop down some monarchial or even dictoral intrigue!!! World build!!!! Make that character a dragon!!!!! HELL yeah!!!!!!! Fantasy AUs are always so so so much fun for me and I love them. It's about 🤌🤌 the political/magical/moral intrigue 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Now. I say that vaguely because one of my favorite tropes that is hard as FUCK to find are creature AUs. Selkie and wing AUs specifically. Selkie AUs because they tie back into the above very nicely, but WING AUs always have me by the throat because it's just,,,,,everything to me. I desperately, desperately wanted wings as a kid (and still to this day), so a world where everyone has wings is my ultimate escapism fantasy. Plus the angst that tends to come with it?? Top tier, real shit. Your wings are broken, they're stigmatized, they're useless, they've been taken from you—or, my fucking favorite, they've never been touched :) Never been groomed :)) And the first time someone shows them that sort of intimate yet common affection you just start shaking because it's so overwhelming to feel loved. To be cared for. ESPECIALLY if the wings in question are broken, useless, bad luck. LOVE that shit 💖

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

Tattoo/Flower shop AUs. They're alright but honestly they feel so much like coffee shop AUs to me that I can't really see the difference lmao. Plus it usually comes with too much fluff for me to find it interesting, even as someone who loves flower language and loves tattoos.

Gonna contradict myself with this one, but soulmate AUs. They can be good, but when you don't dive into the inherent darkness of having choice snatched away from you by fate itself and the horror that can come with knowing someone is the other half of you, connected forever with no way out, then what's the point honestly. The whole reason I adore soulmate AUs is because the very premise of it all is so fucked up, dressed up and romanticized as something sweet and wholesome. If you make it something ACTUALLY sweet and wholesome—which many people do—then I think it gets old quick.

Fake Unrequited Love. OH my God this one. It's fine, alright, it's fine but it irritates the shit out of me most of the time. I adore the angst of unrequited love, and to just say "well it only LOOKS unrequited because they didn't COMMUNICATE clearly enough haha the sillies" babe that is just dressed up miscommunication. Guh. Sometimes it doesn't bother me but honestly it's always been overrated to me. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Bonus one: There Was Only One Bed Trope. It's fine but I have personal issues with it. I like it in theory but it's one of the very few tropes that triggers the hell outta me. I wish I could enjoy it, but since I can't it just feels like it's everywhere, therefore making it overrated to me specifically.

(Hilarious because I keep intending to make use of it in my Matsulight fic but I chickened out the first time lmao)

[evilfloralfoolery]

7, 11, 13, 26, 44, 56

7. Are you in love? Do you want to be?

I've been with my guy for 22 years, so I'd say I'm good in the love department. ;)

11. Would you change your appearance if you could?

I change my appearance all the time. I have lots of tattoos. I've had all kinds of hairstyles. I weight lift, bike, and swim. I wear crazy shit whenever I want. You never know what I'm going to look like on a day to day basis.

13. Do you believe in reincarnation?

Yep. Doing past life readings and accessing Akashic records is part of what I do for a living.

26. What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

There have been many, some that are personal to me and I won't discuss here. But this one is good. When no one could help me with emetophobia and anxiety, I learned how to do it my damn self. I went to school, learned how to do my own graded exposure therapy, learned how to do CBT on myself, and slayed that fucking dragon. I developed extreme resilience due to this and it's something I pride myself on. I can and will bounce back from whatever it is.

44. How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

It's not that black and white. Everyone lies. Every single one of us. I'm not a fan of that "brutally honest to the point of hurting you and that's YOUR problem" bullshit that some people tout. Go fuck yourselves. There are times when the truth could cause irreparable harm. There are also times when people are not ready to hear the truth or are unable to hear it. During those times, I choose what I say carefully. You have to pick your battles. Is it worth destroying someone's life or causing great pain? Ask yourself that shit before you're "brutally honest." Learn to have some fucking tact. It isn't "lying." It's being emotionally intelligent to know when to speak and when to stay silent. For example, I have a super anxious mother. If she calls me up and asks what I did over the weekend, I'm damn sure not going to tell her "I drove across the country by myself to see a band and I only ate dried fruit and protein bars the whole time." She would FREAK. There's absolutely no need to tell her that. So, I'll say "Oh, you know. Just had some 'me' time." Why would I feed into her anxiety like that? It's cruel. So, I do my thing and she's happy. "Lying" helped us both.

56. What do you think about artificial intelligence?

In general, I don't like it. I can't stand AI writing, art, or when a goddamn computer answers the phone and I have to speak to a "virtual assistant" before I can talk to a human. I'm sure there are some benefits to AI, but I'm really not a fan.

[free-angelz]

Really thinking about my place within and without gender

So the gender role of a woman, I absolutely do not recognize myself as that, I don't relate, I don't identify as that. It's also absolutely a role implemented by colonization and living in America from an immigrant family.

This doesn't mean that I can't be feminine, that I can't be part of the little village of women within my community and my culture who help maintain and upkeep our traditions and our customs. It doesn't mean I can't be soft, that I can't wear things that are traditionally feminine, that I can't perform femininity. I think to me, it means finding something outside of the gender norm, purposefully, intentionally. It means embracing my own, inherent, masculinity. Whether it be from my hyper independence, my brashness, my personal power, ambition, rage, and fierceness, even that doesn't define womanhood or masculinity to me. I simply see them as things that make up "me" and that is meant to be expanded upon, not contained. Not controlled,, zero, and open expectations and experiences. It means living outside of what the world thinks and tells me that I should be. It means not getting pregnant, but still having a family, not being a mother, but still being a guardian and a protector of the young people in my life. It still means caretaker, it still means helper, it still means beauty, and love. Nurturer.

I think the only thing I would want to physically change about myself is my chest, and the appearance of my chin. But I also think that these are things that I am able to live with, there is no sense of urgency anymore. It's only my upper parts, the ones that are there for all to see, that I think I have issues with. Whether it be dysmorphia, or dysphoria, a mix of both perhaps, it is the aesthetic indicators of my life that I am dissatisfied with, that I wish were slightly toned down. But maybe the issue isn't me, it's the way society views me, for simply being born with things that literally do not end up defining me at all. It is the thing that I am so scared of openly fighting back against, and changing in some way.

The little things help a lot. The hair cuts, the dye jobs, my tattoos, my piercings. The more queer I become on the outside, the better me I am. The more "me" I am allowed to express, the more I enjoy it. This is something that I think my cis counterparts just can't always seem to grasp. I think it's hard for them ,and especially cis men, to fully wrap their heads around it, and understand that at the end of the day, I'm me. I know what I want, and I know who I am. I know who I can become. And I will achieve it someday, whether they like it or not.

I think it brings into question this new little affair that I've been having with this guy. It brings me a rush, it brings me a lot of mental confusion, it sends me off into the world of idealistic romance, that can ultimate be reduced back down to "I want love, and this person is right here, right now, so I must pursue, and even go to the lengths of diminishing myself even to make him see me". And that is SO SO wrong. Is it wrong of me to diminish my loud crazy, eccentric, unique ass self, just to be loved, and especially by a man like hello? All he really gives me is sex and convos. I can literally get that from anyone. I guess I am just at odds because I haven't approached a man in a long time until now. I am the one who allows him into my space, and my heart says I love it lol

My mind instantly goes to that safe place, where it's romantic, and he's there, and we have these faux romantic conversations that will literally not happen irl, and it's like this beautiful fake dream and scenario. And I get toxic as fuck. I diminish myself for him to be the one to save me and take me out of it, I tell myself that I don't deserve literally the bare minimum of someone loving me and wanting to help me and support me. I act like he is this person on a pedestal, and that's so wrong because Axlov could be ANY man I attach myself to. I did it with Gavin, I did it with literally every single male crush I ever had. And while I have also done this with girlfriends and friends to a degree, I think it is important and specific to acknowledge this dynamic with men who have come and gone into my life. It's sick to me. They're all just place holders for this weird space that I think needs to be filled by them when that's not true. It feels like it's an excuse for me to self harm, it's an excuse for me to escape into my mind, it's an excuse for me to think that someone loving me in this fake world, or even the real one, is going to fix my problems, especially when I know how to be healthy. I know how to change, grow, fall and get back up. It just doesn't make sense to me that I am so enthralled like this. SO instantly.

[adinafay]

I'm sure my formatting is shit but here's my attempt to answer your questions and better elucidate my thoughts on the matter. Note that I'm only speaking for myself and don't even know what post you originally referenced.

"..you are pretty clearly think it is morally wrong to wear such a shirt or have such a tattoo.."

Not quite... At least not in the sense of how I personally consider morals? More "I associate it with negative emotions in such a strong and specific way that I don't see myself relating well to anyone who doesn't see it in a same or similar light." There's a lot of room for nuance here, and I don't think that wanting/wearing something like that would make someone a bad person; just a person that I don't think I, personally, would ever be fully comfortable around. And I think that should be okay! We don't all have to like eachother to coexist.

So, if we move on with the assumption that I don't think it's an over-arching question of morality and more one of my personal comfort...

"what is it about it that's morally questionable?"

Nothing. If we rephrase it "what is it about it that makes you uncomfortable?" I can try to explain my thought process, because it's layered. First, it would be clear, to me as a player of the game, what the reference is and, by extension, I would *assume* the wearer has the same context. Second, while, as you pointed out, there is nothing objectively wrong with it - it's just some semi-random made-up piece of an infernal contract that ostensibly could have been put on anyone's body (and we know it had to be on someone's body to function, by nature of the contract) - we also have the subjective in-game context of this was brutally carved into a key-character's back, against his will, and is part of a ritual that intends to kill thousands. So, on an emotional level, I can't get around that negativity; especially because I like Astarion as a character. I can't imagine those symbols representing anything but torture, subjugation, and sacrifice. That leads to layer 3, of me seeing this person wearing the runes and immediately feeling that they either 1) don't actually know or understand the runes or - and arguably more likely - 2) they don't see them the same way I do. And my emotional response is so strong, and I struggle to see anything outside of my own perspective a lot of times, that I am immediately uncomfy with that person. I don't like the idea of trying to befriend someone who would be proud to wear such things. [Sidenote: I think Astarion could grow to be proud of his scars/the growth they meant for him/lead him to; but that would be his journey - not a third-party's]

You go on to put out a bunch of possible explanations, I'm sure different people relate to different ones. With what I said above in mind, I think your last guess hits the closest to home for me:

"because, to that character, these were traumatic, they are, themselves, symbolic of trauma and abuse, and therefore immoral to use as decoration"

Again, I reiterate that I don't think it's necessarily immoral. Perhaps it would be immoral for me, as an individual and on a personal level, since I am the one with Feelings about it; but I genuinely don't believe that it is inherently immoral. At worst it's just poor taste, I think. Because, yes, to that character (the character who the runes are explicitly associated with in the game and, by extension, fandom) they are symbols of trauma and abuse. Even if we only look at their direct application in the infernal ritual they can really only symbolize some bad shit. I'm sure there's people out there who can separate the two, but I definitely can't.

would you feel a tattoo of his vampire bites, assuming one could somehow make it clear they were his and not a generic vampire, were equally immoral? Since they are much more directly tied to his abuse?

I'm pretty ambivalent about this one, personally, for a few reasons (not least of which is the inherent ambiguity but you specified we can tell these are Astarion's bite marks so we'll skip that ig). A big one to me is he did technically agree to be bitten/turned. No, he didn't understand the consequences; yes, he was under extreme duress; yes, they caused him hundreds of years of misery. But, the creation of the marks was technically his own choice. I also think that there's more room for interpretation regarding their meaning because Astarion himself never talks about them (that I'm aware of, at least). They could just as easily represent something like resiliency [being reborn, overcoming trauma, w/e] as they could represent subjugation. Whereas the runes, even from the most objective I can muster, represent horrors.

I historically also come off as sarcastic and/or passive-aggressive when I don't mean to so hopefully I answered your questions without coming off too poorly lol. I think it's a valid question and I'm also super curious for someone else to weigh in on the matter more thoroughly; especially if they have a different perspective than I do.

I saw a post on my dash of someone being like...really upset by the idea of a shirt that had Astarion's infernal pact runes on the back. And not just in a "I feel sad/I wouldn't wear this" way but an actual "this is immoral to own or wear" way and expressing similar feelings to people getting any part of it tattooed on oneself and I'm confused as to what the reasoning is there.

I ask this as a completely earnest question: what is the problem with wearing or otherwise having on your body his pact scar markings? As far as I can figure, it's not directly analogous to anything outside the realm of pure fantasy. They're not slave markings or an identification marker that could be considered analogous to holocaust serial numbers. They aren't directly tied to his sexual trauma outside of being inflicted by the same person. They're a devil's pact in a fictional set of letters. So far as I can think of, that's not directly analogous to anything in real life so as to be offensive to portray in a non-serious manner. Sure, for the character of Astarion they're associated with his trauma but the character of Astarion isn't a real person who can be hurt. I guess, in theory, you could say that, since they are associated with his trauma and other people in real life have experienced similar trauma, they might be upset by seeing it. But by that logic, portraying his vampire fangs or his red eyes would be equally if not more problematic, as his vampirism is far more directly tied to his trauma and history of abuse than his scars, which are solely to do with the infernal pact. That's not to say there isn't a glaring problem with them I'm just not seeing, though, so if anyone is more privy to the issues here than me, let me know.

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A/N: If there’s anything I learned from doing this, it’s that vampirerry is an utter WHORE. Good for him!!!! As for myself, I’m done with the semester and my term projects and finals left my singular brain cell fried, so this was a nice way to get back into writing again. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to the anon that suggested it, this was super fun to do! :D

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Harry is very attentive when it comes to aftercare with Y/N. The sex they have is often rough and includes toys, degradation, and multiple rounds, so he believes aftercare is non-negotiable. Rough sex can be fun, but if it’s not followed by a lot of communication and post-performance support, it can take a hard emotional toll on a person. Even when intimacy isn’t meant to be inherently sentimental, there has to be a certain level of connection and etiquette surrounding it, or it could end badly for both parties involved. He always checks on her immediately after they finish, simply to gauge her headspace and how her body is responding, and after he’s made sure she’s alright, he goes into his usual routine of skin-to-skin contact and gentle coddling. Reassurance and praise is just as important afterwards as it is during, because it’s good to let a partner know that your appreciation runs deeper than just the physical need felt in the heat of the moment; everyone deserves to feel valued beyond their body. 

Harry proceeds to clean Y/N up after every session, because it’s the least he can do since she’s usually the one getting the brunt of the work. He’ll fetch a clean towel dampened under warm water to wipe her clean, or he’ll offer to help give her a bath or a shower— whichever route she prefers. Harry dresses her, and changes the sheets if need be, and tucks her into bed to ensure she’s nice and comfortable. If it’s been a particularly intense session, he’ll go the kitchen and bring back a snack and a drink— a granola bar and a Gatorade, or some chips and her favorite juice, or if she’s feeling especially hungry, he’ll happily go out of his way to prepare her an actual meal— and he insists on feeding it to her bit by bit until she’s come to enough to handle it on her own. If she’s not hungry, he at least brings her a glass of water and urges her to drink it; better to be safe than sorry. After that, more cuddling is the status quo, which normally ends in Y/N falling asleep in his arms, and Harry has absolutely no problem with that at all.  

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Harry’s favorite body part of Y/N’s is probably her chest. Yes, he likes it for sexual reasons— obviously— but there are innocent reasons for his fascination, as well. He likes how responsive she gets when he touches her there— how he can get her going just by groping her the way she likes it, or by using his mouth to tongue across her nipples until she’s writhing in pleasure and whining for more. He loves leaving hickies all over her tits, probably more than she likes receiving them. It’s just so fucking hot seeing himself marked all over her, especially when she’s putting on a bra and he can see all of the dark bruises scattered across the cleavage spilling from the undergarment. Filth aside, he also enjoys loving all over her chest. Absentmindedly cupping them while they’re snuggling, nuzzling his head between them while they’re watching television, massaging them under her shirt with his large palms as she sits back against his chest, sipping a glass of wine and chatting away, unwinding after a long day. It’s a form of intimacy; it provides a type of closeness nothing else can. 

As for his own favorite body part, it’s a tie between two different areas. He loves his thighs— they’re one of his most prominent features. They’re thick and meaty and sensitive, so they’re the perfect sweet spot to touch when he wants to get riled up. Given his previous response, it can be easily deduced that he likes to get hickies there, as well. The marks look great peeking out from under his briefs (for the short amount of time they last, anyways) and they make a great accessory to the large tigerhead tattoo along his left thigh. It’s artwork, really; a proper Picasso. 

His other favorite body part...well, take a lucky guess. It’s likely not that far off— literally, considering it hangs right between his thighs. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Harry’s personal preference is cumming inside. He adores feeling the way Y/N tightens around him when he finally orgasms (she’s just so warm and soft and unbelievably tight; it’s like she was made for him), almost as much as he loves seeing her reaction. Her body will immediately start to wriggle and her back will arch as she releases broken little whimpers, clinging to his shoulders with her nails and begging him to fill her until he’s milked his worth. Hearing her ragged breathing and feeling her sweaty chest stutter against his is enough to do him in, but when she goes as far as to gnaw on his ear and whine a soft little, “Want it all, baby. Want you dripping out of me when we’re done.” Well, that’s enough to kill him all over again. 

Of course, there are times when Harry likes seeing himself all over her, too. On her outstretched tongue, or smeared across her pretty face and plush lips (she looks particularly cute when it ends up all over her eyelashes), or streaked over the valley of her tits, or pooled at the center of her tummy. If he’d been taking her from behind, then he likes seeing it run down the backs of her thighs, or splattered across the dip of her spine. And if she’d been giving him a handjob, then seeing himself dribbling down her fingers is just as good. Why? Because those fingers usually end up in her mouth, which means he ends up all over her tongue, and so the cycle comes full circle. How poetic. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Did Harry suggest wearing a matching set of a vibrating cock ring and buzzing bullet to do grocery shopping once? Yes. Did he drop three glass jars of peach preserves by accident as a result, causing them to have to book it out of the bread aisle while trying to look as unsuspicious as possible, which failed horribly because they were literally hobbling like a crippled elderly couple? Also yes. Did they end up fucking in a Target fitting room? Definitely. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A lot of experience. Tons. Immense amounts. Insane amounts. Two hundred years of the same seven continents just means two hundred years worth of sex across every single one. And it gives you plenty of time to find the clitoris, as well as giving you a chance to learn the female anatomy like the back of your hand. That being said, Harry doesn’t doubt he could make Y/N cum with his wrists tied behind his back and a blindfold strapped to his face. In fact, he’s made her cum just by using his thigh, so that in itself is enough credibility to last him several more lifetimes. The toy chest in his closet and the fact that he’s well-endowed are bonuses— he knows more than enough tricks to keep her satisfied with just his tongue. Not to mention his fingers— they’re long for a reason.

F = Favorite position  

Funny enough, Harry doesn’t have one. He’s spent so many decades cycling through every possible position in existence, it’s gotten to where he can’t pin-point a preference; all positions are unique, and they each have their own appeal. Reverse cowgirl is nice because he likes watching the way he stretches Y/N open with every plunge of her hips, and it also gives him the luxury of marking his rings across her ass in the process. Regular cowgirl is nice, too— having her chest bouncing in his face is nothing short of a divine miracle, in his opinion. Doggy style is a staple, and there’s always different add-ons he can apply to spice it up; for example, taking her from behind with her wrists tied to her ankles, or bending her over the kitchen counter with her face pressed into the marble, or fucking her against his glass wall with her hands and chest flushed to the cool surface as their breaths fog the floor-to-ceiling window. 

Missionary is a tried and true option, and just like it’s prior counterpart, it can be enhanced with a variety of extra tricks. Bondage is a good condiment, against the wall is always a nice touch, spread-eagle never goes wrong, and just having her legs wrapped around his lower back is more than enough. However, he does have two favorite variations of the position. The first is when he mounts her legs onto his shoulders or along the inside of his elbows to open her up more, and then just ramming his hips down at a very specific angle that hits her g-spot just right, pounding her into the bed so hard she tears the sheets off the mattress. The second is a cowgirl-missionary hybrid: he sits back on his heels and uses the steep downward slope created by his thighs as elevation, pulling her ass onto his tilted lap and swinging her legs over either side of his hips. He gropes her waist with his palms and yanks her forward, bouncing her against his cock and watching her completely dismantle as he nudges all the right places with as much speed and force as she deems fit. 

And then there’s fucking from the side, but that’s a whole other extensive conversation he doesn’t have time for. 

Actually, maybe Harry will entertain it for a minute or so. He usually throws one of Y/N’s legs over his neck to get a deeper range, manhandling her roughly onto her side and yanking her closer to his body by her waist, grasping it with stern vigor and holding her down against the mattress, grunting out a gravelly, strict command along the lines of, “Stay fucking still.” He’ll drill into her at a brutal, consistent pace, staining his fingerprints along the curves of her torso and sponging damp kisses onto her ankle, smirking into her skin as he watches her fist at the duvet in a futile attempt at maintaining her bearings. It’s pretty evident that she can’t, though; the way her eyes lull around their sockets from his harsh stride does a terrible job at hiding her lack of self-control, alongside the fragmented curses she gasps out whenever he nudges her g-spot with the head of his cock. 

“Oh, that was such a pretty noise. Did I hit that little spot you like?”

Her response will be begrudging, as always, which he thinks is ridiculously useless considering he can see her burying her face into the pillow to hide how her jaw drops open in sheer rapture. “No.”

“No?” The vampire leans forward, stretching her leg towards the headboard and preening at the garbled squeak that escapes her gritted teeth, plunging deeper as he lowers himself to her level. He knots her hair around his knuckles, tugging sharply until her face is tilted back enough to meet his fiery gaze. “Then why are you starting to shake?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood, honestly. There are definitely serious moments, but Harry enjoys the humorous ones just as much. He already adores making Y/N laugh and smile on a regular basis, and that desire only grows when he’s buried between her thighs, simply because she just looks so fucking cute laughing with her hair splayed around the pillows in a messy halo, her sounds of glee stuttering due to how sharply she’s jolting against the bed. He loves feeling her giggle into his mouth as he cracks sarcastic jokes and makes stupid witty comments that break the intensity in the air, especially because she’s usually clever enough to return them with some of her own. Then they both end up snickering like idiots as he tries to keep a solid pace, which eventually tapers to a messy, haphazard stride as their laughter drowns out their goal to the point where he has to take a genuine break to collect himself. There’s tons of examples— how could there not be? Sex is hardly ever perfect, so awkward moments are not only expected, but guaranteed. What better way to handle them than with a bit of humor?

There was an incident once where Harry accidentally knocked their foreheads together so hard, they both bruised (which he responded to with, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Cosmopolitan meant when they suggested matching couples tattoos.”). Another time, he got so into the moment he didn’t realize he was jack-hammering the top of her head into the backboard until she brought it to his attention (and made a comment saying it sounded like a sped up version of the beat to We Will Rock You). A bad case of the hiccups. Y/N burping right in his face halfway through his orgasm. A random leg cramp that made him think he was going to need amputation to survive. Accidentally rolling off the bed or couch onto the ground and nearly dislocating both of their spines in the process, getting his cross earring tangled in her hair and nearly ripping off his ear trying to get it out, and the unfortunate collapse of a pillow fort he’d spent over an hour building. He even sneezed in her face once, and when she instinctively went to shove him back, she wound up slamming her palm into his nose so hard he nearly passed out. Nose bleeds aren’t necessarily sexy, per se, but he just dug blindly through her nightstand until he found two new tampons somewhere in that black hole she calls a drawer, shoved them in his nostrils, and kept going. No one can ever accuse him of being unresourceful. 

Queefing. Lots and lots of queefing, which he usually starts mimicking with his mouth, and then she responds to that by whining and telling him to cut it out, and then he takes to mocking her whining instead. It normally finishes with them laughing so hard that Harry’s cheeks hurt from smiling so big, but it’s a good type of pain. The best type of pain. 

H = Hair (how do they groom?)

Harry likes keeping himself neat and orderly, but he doesn’t enjoy going bare, so trimming is his grooming preference. There’s just something so unappealing about a completely smooth dick— it looks like raw chicken and it’s fucking disgusting. He doesn’t have anything against a good bush, but it tends to get unruly and he’d rather not have to overcomplicate his shower routine. And honestly, he can’t trust himself because last time he had a full front yard going, he got shitfaced and tried to braid it on a dare. Keeping the hedges trimmed is the ideal landscaping option, and it just looks way hotter— a uniform dusting of hair is a good accessory and it just makes everything look more cohesive, given that he also fancies keeping his happy trail thick. It’s all about aesthetics, isn’t it? 

I = Intimacy (the romantic aspect)

It’s no secret that Harry’s been somewhat detached from intimacy for the last two hundred years or so. Intimacy is reserved for genuine romance, and that’s something he hadn’t entertained since before the lightbulb was invented. But now that he has Y/N, intimacy has crawled its way back out from the deepest recesses of his subconscious, where it had been shoved into a bottomless pit with the rest of his trauma. He likes it— he likes opening up to her in any way he can, because sharing those obsolete parts of himself with someone again is more fulfilling than he ever imagined. He likes kissing her randomly when she’s halfway through a sentence, just to feel her words die off abruptly in her throat as she gives into his gentle gesture, a delicate smile spreading across her satin lips. He likes whispering sweet phrases of encouragement into her hair when they’re tangled amidst sweaty limbs and rumpled sheets, reminding her of how much he cares for her and how beautiful she looks when she’s so far gone and how she makes him feel like his entire body has been set alight. He likes sponging soft pecks across the stretch marks along her thighs and across the dimples on her belly, her skin candy and velvet on his tongue as she releases a watery sigh that lets him know he’s doing all the right things in all the right places. He just likes letting her know she's special to him, in any and every way he can. 

Intimacy forges timeless bonds, and he reckons that assumption is unarguable, considering he knows a thing or two about eternity. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Harry likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? It’s why he has an entire section of his toy chest dedicated to self-pleasuring tools. Vibrating cock rings, an array of lubes that range from temperature-changing to sensation sensitivity, and a few pocket vags that get the job done whenever Y/N is out of commission (usually because of work). His favorite one is an electronic sleek black model that is made of a premium silicone material and has a variety of massage settings, suction strengths, and internal textures. It’s designed to make the session feel more real, and yes, it was expensive, but self-love is always worth the splurge. 

The beauty of living on his own is that he can get off wherever and whenever he wants, without having to stress about someone interrupting an important step in his pampering routine. He usually does it in his room and on his bed, simply because Y/N’s pillow is close by and the experience is heightened when her scent is swimming around his hazy, bliss-drunken mind. If Harry is feeling particularly needy, he’ll ditch the toy all together and just hump one out against the mattress or cushion. If it’s a particularly restless day, he’ll take a toy downstairs and lazily play within himself on the couch while browsing through Netflix. Those instances usually average a few tamer orgasms rather than a single large one, but he’s not complaining; his stamina comes in unapologetic waves that stem from a never-ending supply, and he certainly has the time to kill. If Harry gets the sudden urge in the shower or while he’s relaxing in his jacuzzi, he won’t bother fetching a trinket; he’ll just stroke one out with his hand, using the cool metal of his trusty lionhead ring to tease the tip until he brings himself to orgasm. It turns out daylight crystals have more than one use. 

There is one common factor amongst all these different choices, though: Y/N is present in every fantasy. And if the vampire is feeling especially bold, he’ll grab his phone and take a video of whatever he’s doing to himself, and then she’ll have a nice little gift waiting for her once she gets out of the café for the day. That usually leads to him receiving a present in return later that evening, and then he’s dialing her contact before the clip is even done playing, and then what he does during his alone time doesn’t require him being so alone anymore. 

K = Kinks 

Harry has tons— in fact, he has so many, he can’t really keep track. And he also has the sneaking suspicion that if he were to ever jot all of them down, he’d end up locked in some type of sex addict rehabilitation center. Bondage is a big one, so he’ll start there. He’s great with ropes, given that he learned his way around them ages ago. Chains are nice, but they can be a pain to set up without the right equipment; he’s thinking of getting a reinforced metal hook installed into his ceiling, like the one in his storage closet, which he uses to keep his punching bag secure. Handcuffs, obviously— velvet-lined, straight metal, fuzzy coverings, he’s got it all. Dominance, degradation, Daddy, Sir, choking, brat-taming, spanking, flogging, slapping— impact play in general, to be honest— spitting, wax, praise, begging, masochism, branding (mild stuff, no molten metal shit), collaring, discipline, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face-fucking, face-sitting (with him on the receiving end), giving oral (is that a kink? It is now.) gagging (both the action and using the actual object itself), breeding (he hates that term but that’s the official name, unfortunately), teasing, voyeurism, role play, and… he thinks that’s it. Oh, and blood, but that doesn’t really count for apparent reasons. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Y/N’s couch is sacred, at this point. Their entire relationship started on that lumpy, worn excuse of a sofa, and it’s seen them through their progression from strangers to friends with benefits to lovers to more. It’s comfortable enough, the dark color hides any explicit stains, and the cushions always smell of her signature mixture of honey and lavender combined with Snuggle fabric softener. It’s finicky, but irreplaceable. His kitchen counter is a close second. It’s provided a lot, taken a lot, been through a lot— through a lot of Lysol wipes, to be specific. If it wasn’t marble, it likely would have been reduced to chunks and rubble by now, courtesy of his enhanced strength gripping the edges as he slams her against the smooth surface. The backseat of his Cadillac is consecrated, as well; there’s just so much erotic appeal to fucking in a car with rock music blaring in the background, muffling the obscene sounds of bodies connecting and a mixture of fever-pitch moans. The couch, the counter, and the Cadillac— the Unholy Trinity. 

The jacuzzi is nice, too, but for the sake of his clever little “c” alliteration, he’ll leave that one as an implied token. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As much as Harry claims he likes full submission in bed, he can’t deny that he loves being challenged. Delivering punishment and coaxing out an orgasm is so much more satisfying when he has to fight for it; it’s so fucking hot watching his girlfriend try to best him in a power struggle, especially when she finally— and undeniably, since he always wins— caves under his will and winds up begging him for what he otherwise would have gifted her freely. That’s where the brat-taming kink comes into play. He likes it when she mouths off and makes snarky digs, and he enjoys it even more when he tries to set her in place and she amps her disobedience as a result. There’s nothing more attractive than a battle of wits with someone who is a perfect match in every way. And when she channels her attitude into physical gestures, it riles him up beyond compare. For example, when she smirks and rolls her eyes, despite the fact that there’s trails of tears staining her cheeks and mascara smeared all over her waterline? Christ, he could go feral. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No feet, no feces, no beastiality. There’s probably more, but those are the ones off the top of his head.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving oral is great— he highly recommends it, solid ten out of ten— but giving it is so much better. Harry’s always been a giver, even when he was young and barely knew his way around a woman’s undergarments. The stereotypical expectation for a person who is beginning to explore their sexuality is that everything they do, they do for their own gain. It’s a selfish realization, yes, but it’s a primal type of selfishness that no one can truly be blamed for. It’s a simple concept: when you start having sex, you want as much personal benefit as possible. It’s only natural. But from the second Harry became sexually active, he came to find that providing release to his partner outweighed the bliss he could get from letting them pleasure him instead. It’s not direct pleasure, but rather cognitive, which more often than not translates itself physically. And when it comes to Y/N, that euphoria manifests tenfold. 

Nothing compares to having his face buried between her legs as she tugs and yanks at his hair desperately, her chest heaving and jaw falling open as he uses his tongue to unravel her from the inside out. Spitting sloppily onto her folds and hearing the raw gasp of aroused shock that escapes her sore throat, which causes his swollen lips to spread into a dirty grin as he latches onto the sensitive bud at the thick of her core, fiddling with it until her legs are trembling uncontrollably around his sturdy shoulders. Watching her features go slack as he bobs his neck fervently between her thighs, swiping the bridge of his nose across her clit over and over until the entire bottom half of his face is drenched in her excitement. Fucking his tongue into her and feeling her buck against his jaw as she holds him in place with her fingers tangled in his curls, whimpering his name repeatedly in a voice so shattered, he could probably build a mosaic with the fractures. Feeling her drip down his chin and into the collar of his shirt, savoring how sweet she tastes as he pins her hips down against the bed and groans feverishly into her cunt, his ego idolizing the image of her so disheveled under his influence. 

A measly blowjob is hardly any competition to that. Harry could very well cum just from eating Y/N out. In fact, he has, and that in itself is all the proof he needs. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This is one of those other factors that depends on the mood. If Harry has been waiting all day for it, his impatience bleeds into his rhythm, which means he settles for fast and hard. It means he settles for bending her over the back of his couch with one palm around her throat and his other fingers in her mouth, pounding into her with so much force, the sofa starts shifting across the ground. If Y/N has been teasing him endlessly for a decent amount of time, it’ll be rough and deep, but not fast; he’ll drag it out for as long as possible, just to make her regret acting like such a spoiled brat. That’s when he brings out the paddle, or the crop, or just manhandles her across his lap and spanks her until she’s apologizing profusely through her whines. If he’s in a soft, romantic headspace, it’ll be slow and sensual, with lots of gentle caresses, giggly kisses dusted across eager lips and droopy eyelids, and penetrating strokes that make his toes curl and tummy clench. 

Pace is relative, but the message behind it is all the same: I want you more than anything, and I’m going to show you just how deeply I mean it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun, Harry will admit. They’re filthy and messy, and they show just how far gone two people are for each other to the point where they can’t wait to feel one another at a later time; that they need to be together now, or they’ll go absolutely insane. Quickies are saved for when the urge strikes at random times. For when he’s out with Y/N at a park, sitting under the shade with his head in her lap as she combs his curls out of his eyes and thumbs over his chin affectionately, and the sun filters through the tree canopy just right to where it illuminates her lashes and the suppleness of her cheeks in a manner he deems ethereal. For when they’re at the mall, walking hand in hand and licking at ice cream cones as they survey the shops, and she reaches over to wipe a bit of Rocky Road off the corner of his mouth, replacing the stain with a soft stipple of her lips instead. For when they’re out eating dinner and playing footsie under the table like immature teenagers, and she’s trying to steal a French fry from his plate but he keeps fighting her off with his fork because, “I told you to order your own, but you wanted those disgusting potato skins instead!” And she’s laughing so brightly and unapologetically, giving him a look that so obviously tells him she can’t wait to get him alone, and nothing seems quite as flawless as that fraction in time, then and there and nowhere else.

These simple but memorable moments cause him to get love boners, which he jokingly refers to as “sniffy stiffies,” where “sniffy” has to do with being sentimental, and “stiffy”...well, that one is pretty self-explanatory, no? It always ends with them shagging in the car, or in the family bathroom of a diner, and in the case of the park, in an obscure area of the forest that lines the jogging trail. 

Quickies are just that— fast, but meaningful nonetheless, because they come from a place of genuine emotion. They’re fleeting, but unforgettable. Sniffy stiffy quickies, if you will. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Taking risks is the norm in Harry’s life, especially when it comes to his sex habits. He’s proven time and time again that he has no problem riding along the seams of a dare and just barely making it out unscathed, so experimenting outside of the bedroom is just another day in the life. Fingering Y/N in a music room in an antique shop, getting road head during a two hour drive back to Los Angeles, ripping his girlfriend’s panties out from beneath her dress at one of California’s most prestigious restaurants— the list is endless, really. Harry likes to think he has a gift for coming up with inspirational quotes on the spot, so he’ll lend his expertise here and now: “A life without risks is a life that isn’t worth shit.” It even rhymes, so he knows sorority pledges will have a ball putting it in their Instagram bios. A bit of charity work for the bird-brained. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Endless stamina. Literally. Vampires don’t stay tired for long, so he could be ready to go again within seconds. And he can last long, as well; his stubbornness and pride depend on it, and he likes making his partner cum first as an ego boost. He can go as many rounds as Y/N can and more, though he won’t push it. He doesn’t want her to end up in the ER with a bruised cervix. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Harry could run a sex shop from his closet; Y/N doesn’t take the piss by calling him “Fifty Shades” for no reason. He uses them on himself, he uses them on her, and he got high once and tried to sword fight Y/N with a dildo, so it’s safe to say he definitely uses them quite a bit. If his Lovesense Lush 3 vibrator could talk, he’d be drawn and quartered for excessive debauchery. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Harry loves teasing, that’s no mystery. Winding people up is one of his most practiced skills, so of course that would channel into his intimate life. He’s mastered it, though it’s not like it’s hard. A drawn out blink here, or a feathery touch there. An inch of space between his and Y/N’s lips to establish some tension, or squeezing her inner thigh with his palm hard enough to draw a tiny squeak from her chest. Touching her through her clothes, or leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat and stopping right at her cleavage. Biting the sensitive skin along the inside of her knee, or dragging the tip of his cold nose down the center of her twitching tummy. Lapping slowly at her nipples until they perk up, or sinking a single long digit inside her and keeping it there just to feel her clench around it needily. And once he gets a pattern going, teasing molds into edging, edging molds into begging, begging molds into praise, and before he knows it, he’s hit four of his kinks with one roll of the dice. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Harry is very vocal in bed, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows for a fact that Y/N loves it, and if him being loud gets her worked up, then he’ll let his throat go out in the process. He’s noticed that in different situations, he has an arsenal of sounds for each. If he’s being rough and dominant, he tends to groan, grunt, and growl. If he’s being desperate and needy, he turns to whines and whimpers to communicate how he feels. If he’s too zoned into the moment to distinguish all his emotions, broken moans and stuttered mewls are his default. No matter the circumstance, they all take the same route: they start low and soft, and escalate in volume proportional to the intensity of the moment. So what if half the building is hearing him orgasm for the third time as he mocks his girlfriends sobbing pleads and calls her his “dirty fucking whore”? Let’s be honest, it’s probably the highlight of their week. He has a great voice— a sultry, deep baritone that compliments his English accent nicely— and anyone would be lucky to hear it spew the filth it does. He’s yet to get many complaints, so he doesn’t intend on stopping. 

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

An honesty hour moment seems interesting, so he’ll confess a few tales from his past. The first time Harry ever went down on a girl, it was against a tree in a garden and he nearly asphyxiated under all the layers of her gown. A couple of years later, he ended up getting oral from a reverend’s daughter against a tree, too, for the morbid irony and associated religious revenge. And to drive the point home, oral was only the beginning of what she gave him. His first decade as a vampire was definitely his pettiest. 

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s not uncommon knowledge that Harry’s well-endowed. He remembers how insecure he was the first time he had sex— a shocker, he knows; he was insecure?— and how he knew barely anything regarding sizing and how to use his assets accordingly. But it’s been ages since then, and now he definitely knows his way around his own body (let alone his partner’s), and he most certainly knows that he’s above average not only as a person in general, but when it comes to what’s in his trousers, as well. Harry won’t specify inches— he loves how speculation drives others mad— but it was big enough to give Y/N a decent pause the first time she pulled down his pants, and it’s big enough to leave her absolutely fucked every single time, without a single miss. If that’s not credibility at its finest, then he doesn’t know what is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Harry’s sex drive is insatiable, to say the least. His vampirism combined with his narcissistic tendencies makes the ideal cocktail— cocktail— for the constant fuse that’s always burning under his skin. He’s ready to go at all times; Y/N just has to say the word and he’s pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he grabs his keys, hopping down his complex’s corridor toward the elevator on one foot as he tries to get his last shoe on the other. Lazy morning sex is probably his favorite; he’s come to find it’s when he’s most pent up, usually after a sleepless night of feeling Y/N’s body heat radiating through all of his cold limbs. It also sets a great tone for the rest of the day, and he just loves seeing Y/N wake up to him lying on his side with his temple resting on his fist, his elbow propped against the mattress as he poses the other on his hip in a theatrical diva stance. He’ll smile at her giddily with all his pearly teeth, dimples twitching as his lashes flutter dramatically, dirty intentions written clear all over his face (“Good morning, hon—” “Wanna have sex?” “Harry, it’s ten in the morning.” “Is that a yes? Because it’s not a no.” “I haven’t even brushed my teeth!” “That’s fine, I’m gonna stick my dick in there anyways.”) 

All in all, his libido is insane, and he’s lucky that Y/N’s is up to par or else he would have worked her into an exhaustion-induced coma by now. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Harry just...doesn't. Maybe once every few weeks, but definitely more often now than before he had his girlfriend. Sleeping just comes way easier when he has someone he cares about resting beside him, their inherent warmth thawing the stiffness from his muscles and putting his racing mind at ease. He feels safe enough around Y/N to let his guard down— both literally and metaphorically— and that seems to help with his supernatural insomnia; it sedates that nocturnal hyper-instinct in his brain that demands he be aware at all times, muffling the animalistic part of him that has been manning the reins for the better half of the last two hundred years. He doesn’t need to be so on edge anymore when everything he needs is just an arm-length away. Especially when she’s usually willing to lend her chest as a pillow, and who is he to neglect her wishes.   

[soupthatistohot]

Why do I write primarily mlm fanfic?

This was something I asked myself the other day. I am a girl, I think I'm queer (but I am attracted to men, whatever I am), so why do I fixate on mlm relationships? Why do I never feel compelled to write wlw or even just some good 'ol straight stuff? I brought this up to a few friends of mine who also watch anime. One of them said that it’s because lots of popular media only really focuses on developing their male characters well, and I think this to be a very suitable explanation (as well as the fact that I’m queer and thus gravitate towards queer stories).

Take Sk8 the Infinity for example. I could count the number of female characters in this anime on one hand, and one of them is a robot. The others are supporting roles who only serve to support the male main characters. I love Sk8 very much, and with the possibility of a 2nd season I’d love to see a prominent, well-developed female character (but if they make her Reki’s love interest I will literally stab someone). But as the anime stands right now, there are no female characters that aren't just basically plot devices.

Another show I love dearly, Yuri!!! on Ice, is much the same. While there can be more of an argument made here because 1) competitive figure skating is split up between men and women, and 2) I believe that the story Yuuri and Victor is absolutely meant to be a romance, so having the two men as the focus is somewhat necessary, there's an overwhelming lack of fleshed-out women in the story. All the female characters are supporting members that only exist for the benefit of male characters. Yuuko and Minako support Yuuri, Lilia exists so Yuri P. can improve, Mila is just... kind of there, and Sara's whole character is centered around her brother being overprotective of her.

Okay, so let's look at something a little less... fruity. Horimiya. I've only watched the anime, so if there's stuff I miss from not having read the manga (yet), please forgive me. I still think this is a valid perspective, though, because if there's female development that the creators decided was so unimportant that it could be cut, that still supports my point here. In my opinion, Miyamura is a lot more developed than Hori. He has his tragic backstory of being a loner, and having his secret piercings and tattoos and all that. A lot of the story ends up focusing on his side of things... despite the fact that Hori is the protagonist. The story follows her perspective for the most part, we learn things about Miyamura as she does, yet I feel like she's a bit dull. She has a uncommon home life and has to take care of her younger brother, that's her big bad secret? I get that it's kind of unexpected since she's the pretty, perfect, popular girl, but I still feel like it's a tad anticlimactic. It's hardly ever addressed beyond the first few episodes, too, and it just kind of exists as a fact within the story. Even beyond our main couple, it seems like the other female characters development and stories are all focused on the boy they're interested in (except for Sawada, but she's there for like a couple of episodes and then doesn't really show up all that much again... and her crush on Hori is handled really weird, I didn't exactly love it). Remi's entire character is pretty much centered around her boyfriend, and Sakura and Yuki are basically competing for Toru. Meanwhile, the guys have story beats themed around the girls they're interested in, but I feel like it's not as obsessive or dramatic as how the girls are depicted.

So, we're given these female characters, who are really watered-down and honestly kind of boring, and we're not super compelled to write about them. When we are given flat female characters, there's nothing to work with. It's more fun to use the characters who have had development and play around with the "what ifs" and our own personal headcannons. The characters who get this special treatment are primarily male. And while I commend a lot of shows for developing their male characters in such a way that doesn't exactly fit with society's idea of masculinity (ex: Reki's insecurities and depression, Yuuri's anxiety and femininity, Miyamura's isolation and depression), in the end these characters are still boys, men, males.

I also think mlm is so prominent because of both straight girls and queer people. For straight girls, it can often be fetishization (forgive my generalizing, I'm sure not all straight girls are like that, but an overwhelming amount definitely are). I think one of the best examples I can give for this is Phan. This is a bit different since it's not anime, but instead real people, but if anything that really drives home the point even more. The way Dan and Phil were (and probably still are) treated in the fandom internet space is disturbing, to say the least. Their audience, while much of it was queer, was also made up of an overwhelming amount of heterosexual girls who not only shipped them intensely, but also often sexualized them. And look, there's nothing inherently wrong with being a straight girl and writing smut, but it gets to a point where it can be kind of weird if its excessive. Like, if that's all the relationship is really about, and if the people you're writing about are real human beings, that's definitely overstepping. I will admit that I had a Wattpad and that I wrote Phanfic way back when, and this is something I'm not exactly proud of. Granted, I did not write anything explicit, it was still super weird, whether or not I was queer. And I'm not saying all the problematic aspects of the Phandom were because of straight girls, because what I contributed was arguably problematic, and I did not identify as straight at the time. At the same time, though, there were straight girls who wrote exclusively smut (or "lemons" as they might've been referred to at the time). There were those who analyzed every post, every bit of information they could find about these men on the internet. They obsessed over the fact that they occasionally shared clothes (which is fairly common for roomates of similar sizes to do), and gathered evidence to support the theory that they shared a bed. It was bad. It was invasive, and it got to the point where it wasn't about the people, it was about the fetishized fantasy these girls made up in their heads about these real, actual men.

Dan and Phil's online presence kind of disappeared for a few years... and I don't blame them.

Getting back on track, mlm is prominent for queer people because it's the LGBT representation they so desperately want to see actualized in media. If a show doesn't make their favorite queer ship canon (and they often don't), they'll do it themselves! That's what fanfic is for! I also know that queer people project onto these characters a lot, and that writing about them is almost like a form of therapy. They see these characters as queer, and they see themselves in these characters, so they write about these characters experiencing similar emotions to them. The thing is, the most compelling characters are male, so those are the characters they end up focusing on, even if the person in question is strictly sapphic. My best example is how I project onto Reki. Personally, I end up thinking of him as (and thus end up writing him as) having some internalized homophobia around being bisexual. That's literally what I am currently going through. I can't project this onto any of the female characters in Sk8, because I couldn't see them going through this experience because they're not developed enough to.

Despite all of this, I still enjoy all of the shows I mention a lot. I think it's just an interesting topic that I was thinking about. I'm not trying to bash anything that I used as an example, these were just my personal observations based off of what I know about these shows and their fandoms. I do, though, believe shipping real people isn't super cool, and I stand by that as someone who used to do it. I'm not going to stop you... I just think it's intrusive and inappropriate to pretend like you know enough about influencers to dictate who they should be involved with romantically. Their love life is, frankly, none of your damn business.

So, long story short, we should make anime (and popular media in general) less misogynistic.

(Also, please leave Dan and Phil alone, they deserve privacy)

[im-like-if-a-girl]

*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

tag list for people who liked my "if this post gets one like I'll post my SPN reboot masterpost" post.

@darianyunidi @sarasidlesaid @crazybananaalpaca @playfulpanthress @ultfreakme @fififeelsmellow @heller-char @luna8eaton @princessmeganfire @insanebot109 @queenofnightsnow @mongoose-underthehouse

Thank you for the support, hope the wait was worth it.

[falsetochild]

Tag game~

Tagged by lovey @hoopti, thanks!

nickname: Yan I came up with it myself cause I didn't like my actual nickname lol

zodiac sign: I’m a leo ♌️ (same here)

height: 5'8ish

last movie I watched: The Last: Naruto The Movie... yeah, I didn't enjoy it much. Hinata looked very cute tho

last thing I googled: baroque clothing (I was researching for a drawing)

favorite musician/artist(s): B1A4, Hyukoh, DEAN, Easy Life, Pavel Núñez, Rex Orange County, SHINee, Block B (honestly I'm more of a favorite song rather than favorite artist type person)

current song that’s stuck in your head: Baby Powder by Jenevieve, Ungodly Hour by Chloe x Halle, 10% by Kaytranada & Kali Uchis, Warm by Dre'es & Mia, Cherries by Hope Tala, Saw you in a dream by The Japanese House (this one I love so much) and the forever iconic GO!!! (Fighting dreamers) by Flow. There's a lot going on

other blogs: cc finds @falsetofinds and a Naruto blog @woyyt someone help me

lucky number: 7

currently wearing: purple tank top and dark green shorts

dream job: i do not dream about working a job and never will #end capitalism (SAME) but if I needed to chose would be children's book illustrator

dream trip: I'd love to get to know my country from end to end, it would be extremely fun. As for traveling abroad anything is ideal, I just want to see new things

languages: spanish and english

oceanside or the mountains: ocean side ocean side ocean side

do you play any instruments: I'm not cool so no

current favorite song: So hot you're hurting my feelings by Caroline Polacheck, So tired by Crumb and Them Changes by Thundercat

one random fact about yourself: despite having a graphic design degree, I strongly dislike graphic design (at least the more commercial/ known part of it) also I really want an anime tattoo

describe yourself as an aesthetic: burnt out funky shaped candles, Haribo gummy bears, the excitement of going to Ikea for the first time in years, that one song you were obsessed with during middle school, anxious naps, ctrl + z, dull green, pastel yellow and fluffy pink, really sweet gum that grew tasteless a bit too fast, the inherent sadness of seeing someone you used to cherish deeply but don't talk to anymore

I'll tag @mimsims, @faaeish and @siimsoda

[cipheramnesia]

I read your post about genital preference (in which a lesbian asked if she is a TERF for not liking penises) and I have a question if that’s ok with you. Can preferences in this matter be a deal breaker in relationship in your opinion? Considering someone doesn’t like and is not attracted to penises or vaginas or they even turn them off, and I think we all agree that for many people sexual part of relationship is very important. What are your toughts on this issue? I hope you’re having a good day & I hope this ask is appropriate! I’m still trying to educate myself but this is something I cannot figure out on my own, especially since I’m bi and I do not really have genital preferences myself.

I had a similar ask around a month ago, so I’mma try and keep the genital bits short (ha) and focus a bit on some of the narrative surrounding these questions.

I want to emphasize again - an important concern in the post you’re referencing is education about radical feminist dog whistles, and awareness against right wing recruitment tactics. (If anyone wants to find me that alt right recruitment tactics video again, I’d appreciate it.)

Can genitals be a relationship deal breaker? Yeah. Kids can be deal breakers (wanting, having, not wanting, etc). Religion can be a deal breaker. Tattoos can be a deal breaker for some. People have complex histories which affect their relationships. It happens, it’s less of a debate than it’s made out to be.

Radical feminists exploit relationship conflicts as part of their recruitment process. They present it as inherently dangerous or violent that you might like someone and then have it not work out. It’s easy to exploit the heightened emotions around relationship bonds. Whether it’s about sex work being inherently violent, all men being dangerous, or the genitals of trans people damaging innocent cis bystanders, it’s kind of all the same. It’s inventing acts of malevolence from a marginalized group (or a broad “other” group) which serves to further their exclusion and justify hurting them.

Okay, I ran on again. I like people to understand how these processes work in service of hierarchies and oppression. Yeah, even “all men are bad” which you may find innocuous or even sympathetic but let me throw this at you - trans men, police violence again black men, overincarceration of men who are POC, portrayals of male terrorists with brown skin. Hey it turns out saying “all men are bad” is a stupid oversimplification of a complex intersectional topic and I can point that out with zero effort. That’s kinda what all their stuff boils down to - reinforcing hierarchical power structures by painting broad social groups as inherently evil.

So anyway, we’re straying a bit, but look, this is related because what you’re worried about, even if in a small way, is whether there’s a “wrong” answer to genital preference. And one of the reasons you’re worried is because someone with vested interest in maintaining systems of power decided to make genitals the big scary bogey man of the trans community, as if one body part determined the whole of a human personality, a whole biologically predetermined life. I mean feel free to look down between your legs and ask yourself if that’s some kinda manifest destiny, or if you’re more than a couple pounds of non-sentient organs, but I’m assuming you find that as absurd as I do.

ANYWAY. Let me try and focus. As I was saying, yeah, whatever, genital preference, I don’t care, I don’t think it’s wrong, I think it’s weird to make a big issue out of it. But here’s the big secret radfems don’t want you to know:

You get to know people before you date them or fuck them or anything else. Big important deal breaker shit has to come up first, and if the relationship isn’t gonna work, it’s not gonna work, and that’s that.

And to reiterate the other important point from the post you’re referencing - a person who isn’t a romantic or sexual or major platonic partner or stuff can still be a friend. You might even have exes you’re friends with because you like em as friends but not as partners. I have a lotta friends I wouldn’t wanna fuck and who don’t wanna fuck me either. Lacking a desire to fuck doesn’t limit anyone from being kind to me or vice versa, and doesn’t seem to impede their recognizing I’m a woman. Like your deal breaker doesn’t matter as long as you’re kind.

Just imagine someone trying to tell you that the almighty trans genitals can experience no other feeling except the craving for some fuck. That’s preposterous, but that’s kinda how radfems portray trans people, because it creates a sense of impending threat to cis people. It’s like how republicans in the USA try to paint christianity in this country as some underdog struggling against oppression. It makes people feel scared, it makes them want to unify against an Other. And with radfems, they swoop in as the kind and caring savior from those mean ol’ nasty trans people. It gives permission to mock trans genders or photos of trans people or trans struggles and so on - because it makes it “punching up.” Radfems recruit by immersing people in a false sense of persecution, where trans people have all the authority and power in the world, and before they know it, they’re neck deep in antisemitic conspiracies. It’s obvious from the outside, but that first little step is easy, whether it’s a “happy holidays” to a christian or a “you have fuck a trans genital” to a cis person.

Genitals, or whatever your big “No” is: Talk, work it out, open communication! Basic good relationship stuff, my friends. Be kind, and also keep an eye out for dogwhistles and recruitment.