#but like its so fucking hard to do things without the support of a friend by yr side...

[8cfc00]

im literally going to throw up im sooooo mad i never got to trick or treat OR sleepover OR play dnd in all SIXTEEN YEARS OF MY FUCKING LIFE..... im supposed to be a TEENAGER doing TEENAGE THINGS but for some reason i CANT

[im-traumatised]

Is it wrong to consider trying to date if your pretty sure your aromantic / on the aro spectrum?

[spectrumgarden]

I know I'm shouting into the void with this one but like. Genuinely so many low support needs people dont understand what it's like having even medium support needs. Like I am entirely dependent on other people for many of my needs. I can not see a doctor without someone else scheduling the appointment, taking me there and doing a large amount of the communication for me.

If my caretaker had not been accepting of me being trans and invested hundreds of hours into psych appointments and taking me to my endocrinologist and doing all the paperwork involved with my name change and literally taking a week off work to stay with me in the hospital for surgery etc i would have just like. Never transitioned. My ability to transition was entirely dependent on a singular person and that's what a lot of other parts of my life are like as well. and that's fucking terrifying and a great way to be neglected and abused in ways that are horribly hard to get away from.

I dont drive, I dont work, I struggle to leave the house at all, I dont fucking communicate with people majority of the time. The things that are hard for you? I probably can not do them to begin with. No one in my family lives even close to a comparable life to me. None of my irl friends do. I'm incredibly isolated.

And then I go online and see people rant about how easy MSN and HSN people have it because we just get everything we need and how because people can tell we are disabled everything is so easy because none of you even manage to listen to us talk about the neglect and abuse and trauma we face/d. I see people angry at their (more) disabled siblings for getting care they need to survive instead of mad at society for creating a system where its incredibly hard for families to take care of both a higher support needs child and another child.

And I see people who live completely independent lives who work and drive and make their own doctors appointments and grocery shop and travel by themselves call themselves MSN (I could go on a rant about how that's also often the fault of LSN influencers for not leaving a lot of room in their own community for legitimate struggle but that's for another day).

I just want my needs met. I want to be able to decide where I live. I want choice in my care. I want to be able to have community with those like me. I want others to realize I exist and leave the words i have to describe my existence alone. I want others to listen to what I have to say about what my life is like.

[teaboot]

you have some really evil, selfish and toxic ideas irt whos allowed to have friends, you know? i see pop psy people like you all the time making lists of things that are clear and obvious trauma induced behaviour, and then immediately flip to how if you have a friend who ever behaves like this they are evil and need to be cut off, theyre not allowed to have support systems to get better! you really hate bad victims, huh? if someone isn't demure and cowering and self effacing in their symptoms they don't deserve anyone? i got assaulted and when my friend group threw me out on my ass and called me too fucked up for acting erratic and strange in the aftermath and being unable to communicate why they used your posts to justify it. its sick that people like you will look at someone uncontrollably acting out their ptsd and go wow you aren't doing this nice enough to be tolerated! people like you talk so much about compassion but when it comes to people in actual crisis you don't give a shit. no, theyre acting too problematic. just cut them off! no one should help their friends!

original post

Please allow me to take this opportunity to make some things clear.

First, you do not know me. You do not know anything about me. You do not know where I've been, where I'm going, or where I am. All that you believe that you know is extrapolated from information I have volunteered to share. Information that is, by clear and honest choice, edited for both safety and personal security. Remember this.

Second, and I say this in the kindest of ways, because I have had to learn this lesson myself:

Nobody Owes You Shit.

Have you ever saved someone from drowning?

I have.

Do you know that a drowning person struggling to get air will instinctively drag you under them?

It's hard to save people in the water. It takes specific skills and knowledge that not everybody has. Not everyone can save a drowning person without drowning in the process.

The lifeguard needs energy, and strength, and expertise, and persistence.

The swimmer needs self-restraint, and composure, and the desire to be helped, and the ability to do what they can to facilitate their own rescue.

I believe in kindness, and generosity, and compassion. I believe in trying persistently, and in giving the benefit of the doubt wherever possible. I believe that people are good, and small, and trying. And I believe that I can give all the energy I have inside of me to help someone and still come up short.

So you're drowning? I'm sorry. That must be terrifying. That must be miserable. You must be experiencing the worst moments of your life. I hope someone nearby knows how to help you. I hope they have a raft you can climb into, or a rope for you to grab, or a float you can cling to. I hope things get better. I'll call for help, and give you what I can to get you to shore.

But don't you dare drag me under water and curse me for saving myself.

Now get out of my fucking inbox.

[joelsgoldrush]

come back same time and place the next night

prologue / 3k words

pairing: dad's coworker!joel miller x f!reader

raiting: 18+ (minors dni)

series summary: your chances of hooking up with your dad’s soon-to-be coworker are low, but never zero. turns out the two of you have a lot more in common than you thought, especially when you find out he’s going to be staying at your house for a while. you know what they say: if you can’t beat them, fuck them.

series warnings: no outbreak AU, dad's coworker!joel (idk if that's a thing but yeah), lots of feelings (angst/fluff), age gap (reader is 23, joel is 50), no use of y/n, i'm not good at choosing names for side characters sorry for that, some chapters will include smut 18+ and i'll let you know at the beggining of each part

warnings for this chapter: soft!dom joel, oral (m receiving), dirty talk

A/N: HELLO AGAIN i'm back with a new series!!! first of all, i just wanted to say THANK YOU bc of all the love you gave my previous post. i'm so thankful for all the likes, reblogs and comments, you truly made me feel incredibly happy. tbh i used to have a hard time figuring out whether i should start posting my own creations or not, and the support you showed me made me realize that it was definitely the right call. so yeah tysm for that and i hope you also enjoy this new project of mine :) i juIt have one final left and then i'll have a couple of weeks to relax and work on this series! also english isn’t my first language so if you come across any mistake please tell me!

here's my masterlist in case you want to read my other works :)

“Sneaking out of my house / I must be out of my mind / I’m running out of excuses / We’re running out of time / You say the love will come and go / We’ll learn how to ride the ebb and flow / You’ll always leave before the light / Come back same time and place the next night.”

You take another sip of your drink, alcohol making its way through your throat. It leaves a trail of burning kisses down the inside of your esophagus, and you make an effort not to swear as the sensation settles heavily on your chest.

Stacy looks around the bar for a while, her knee impacting rhythmically against yours ever so slightly. Next thing you know, she’s snorting, her blonde hair falling like cascades over her collarbones. “I'm afraid you, my dearest friend, have lost your good judgement. There isn’t a single hot guy in this bar.”

“That’s not true,” your fingers pinch the pink straw floating on your glass, a lipstick stain adorning it. You’re not exactly sure, though. The truth is you aren’t looking for somebody tonight, at least not right now. “Give me a second.”

Scanning your surroundings, you try to concentrate on your quest: finding a new hobby for Stacy. And by hobby, you mean a man she can simp over for the rest of the night. Once you’ve examined the room multiple times without success, you feel… slightly disappointed. 

Just when you’re about to agree with her, this pretty waiter comes on the scene, placing a martini under your friend’s nose. “Here it is. Hope you enjoy it.” 

Oh.

Stacy giggles at him. It’s that specific kind of giggle you know very well. “Thank you, but I didn’t order this.”

“Don’t worry. This one’s on me,” the hot-waiter answers, giving her a smile that’s all white teeth before disappearing between the mess of sweaty bodies on the dancing floor. 

You look at her, because you already know what she will do next. She wiggles her eyebrows in your direction and takes hold of her purse, not without previously drinking almost half of the cocktail she got for free. 

Her forehead furrows in a funny way. “It’s not very good. He’s lucky he’s cute.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you tell her, ignoring her words. “I’m being serious.”

She leaves and you’re left alone, though you don’t mind the lack of company. The beating of your heart seems to sync with the pounding music from the pub. There’s this one girl doing karaoke, but nobody seems to be actually listening to her. You wonder if she’s aware of it, although she appears not to, because her tone gets even more high-pitched every time she gets to the chorus of the song.

After some minutes, you decide to give Stacy’s drink a try. She wasn’t wrong: the taste of it is absolutely awful. Some muscle in your jaw twitches as you cough a little.

“Is it that bad?” 

You turn to your side, looking for the owner of that unknown voice that startled you. A man stands beside you, pointing out the martini. Leaning in closer to him, you hand him the drink. “Why don’t you try it yourself?”

His cold fingers brush yours gently when he takes the glass into his hands. The straw vanishes between his lips momentarily, and then he proceeds to chuckle. “You’re right. It’s… definitely somethin’ else.”

This must be your lucky night. When was the last time a guy this good-looking approached you? He jerks his thumb toward the empty chair in front of you. “Are you waitin’ for someone?”

You can't help but smile. “Not anymore.” 

The attractive, charming stranger sits down, and you seize the opportunity to take a closer look at his face. You’re not sure of his age, but he’s older than you. He seems to be in his early 40s, the hair on his beard starting to get a bit gray. It’s subtle. If you weren’t such a perfectionist, perhaps you wouldn’t have seen it. But you did, and if possible, it just makes him come across as even more appealing to you.

“If you don’t mind me askin’, why did you order that drink?”

“Well, I didn’t. It was a gift for my friend,” you rest your chin on your palm, giving a half shrug. “She’s with the guy that gave it to her. The blonde girl over there, with the white tank top? That’s her.”

His eyes follow your gaze, finding Stacy just a couple of meters away from where the two of you were talking. She raises one of her hands in greeting, the boy from before attached to her hip like a lost puppy in the middle of the road.

“She seems nice,” he murmurs once he focuses his attention on you again. 

“Yeah, she is,” as you finish that sentence, you feel your phone vibrating in the pocket of your jacket. “Excuse me.”

It’s a text from Stacy. Said message reads: 

whose dad is that??? he’s hot af

You laugh at her occurrence, and he tugs at his shirt collar. “What happened?”

“She texted me: whose dad is that?” staring at him, you lift an eyebrow. “Do you have any children I should know of?”

The stranger seems to hesitate before replying. “No, I don’t,” you watch him lick his lips. “Why? You’re not into dads?”

He's cocky. Good thing you like cocky.

Time flies. You learn some things about him: he’s from Texas (the southern accent gives him away) and works as a contractor (just like your dad, you think, which is funny.) When he reveals how old he is, he seems to look for any sign of discomfort on your features. “I’m forty-five.”

“Twenty-three,” you retort with your own age. He glances up to the ceiling, and you give a bitter laugh. “Is it a problem for you?’”

“Shouldn’t I be the one askin’ that to you?”

You flutter your eyelashes at him. “I don’t mind.” If anything, you like him more. However, there’s one mystery left to bring to light. “What I do mind is that we’ve been here for almost an hour and you still haven’t told me your name.”

He leans back in his chair. “Let's play a game.”

“Be careful. I’m really competitive.”

“You have three chances to guess my name. I’ll just give you my initial. You gotta do the rest, deal?”

What were the odds of guessing it? I should take the risk, you think as you find yourself already nodding your head. “Deal.”

“It starts with the letter J.”

“Jack,” it’s the first name that comes to your mind. For an instant, you believe you’ve won, but then you catch him smirking. “It’s not Jack, isn´t it?"

The corner of his mouth turns up. “Keep tryin’.”

“Josh?”

“Ice cold.”

“Joe?”

Something you're unable to even distinguish glows in his eyes. “I’m givin’ you one more chance.”

“So I’m close?” you ask him, probably too enthusiastic. He doesn’t say anything else, so you go on. “Is it Joel?”

He places a hand on top of his shirt where his heart is, pretending to act relieved. “Fuckin’ finally.”

You punch your fists into the air. “Yes! I knew I was gonna get it.” A sincere smile takes place on your face. “What’s my prize?”

“Well,” he inches forward, his pinky nudging your wrist, that mere touch giving you goosebumps. “You could give me your number and go on a proper date with me.”

God knows you want it. Rising from your seat, you tuck a lock of brown hair behind his ear. “I was thinking of something else.”

That’s how you end up in the ladies restroom, your back flushed against the wooden door as Joel presses his clothed knee between your legs. You moan into his mouth without thinking if there are any other people outside waiting to use the bathroom. Joel draws in a long breath, grinning as he takes in the sight of you. “You wanna put on a show for the others? I'm not one to judge."

“I want to suck you off,” your hand is dangerously close to his crotch, your nails ghosting over his zipper. He seems to be having an internal fight with the last brain cell he has left, but then he detaches himself from you, unzipping his jeans. The sound of his belt hitting the floor with a thud is what finally leads you to fall to your knees.

He’s big. You can tell his size from your position, a wet patch forming into the fabric of his boxers. Playing with the waistband of his boxers for a mere second, your self-control attempts to falter. You grab him by the base, stroking it experimentally. Joel fights back a groan, urging you to take him. “Come on, sweetheart. I don’t like t’beg.”

But you do, that’s the thing. “Please,” you whisper, hoping he’ll hear you. His eyes find yours and suddenly it clicks. A lightbulb goes on in his head. He curses under his breath, directing his dick towards your open parted lips, and your eyelids get heavy as the taste of his precum invades your tastebuds.

It’s not your fault he has an amazing dick.

You begin to bob your head, taking more and more of his length with every one of your short movements. Slick must be already staining your own panties, but you can’t get yourself to care about that insignificant detail. Not now, when Joel’s hips thrust deeper into your mouth, his tip brushing the back of your throat and making you gag. It's dirty, and you should probably be ashamed of getting caught by a bystander. All your worries are swept away from your mind the moment he decides not to keep quiet. “Fuck, baby. Knew you would put that gorgeous mouth to good use. Attagirl, takin’ me so well.”

A stupid whine gets lost somewhere in your vocal tract. Intertwining your fingers with his, you locate his wandering hands on your hair, wishing he'll take the hint. He does, and grabs a handful of it, pulling you off his cock. 

“You really like this, don’t ya’?” Joel smears your lower lip with your spit. “Were you thinkin’ about this while we were talkin’ back there?”

“Y-yes,” you try to take him in your mouth again, but he doesn’t allow you to, his iron grip on your nape getting tighter the more you fight against it.

Then he lets you have it. “Bet you get off on this too,” his voice drops an octave, and it sounds so nasty and intimate you’re on the verge of crying. With teary eyes, you swallow around his length. 

You lose track of time. His bare thighs tremble and the only noise you can hear is his heavy breathing. “F—fuck. I’m close, where do you want it?” Mumbling something you can’t even comprehend with his cock still in your mouth, his thrusts begin to lose finesse, thick fingers holding you where he needs you the most. “So good, baby. Lettin’ me have you like this. Fuckin’—“

He’s about to come.

“—good girl.”

It all happens so fast you have to remind yourself to gulp down his cum, hot and sticky and just Joel’s. You patiently wait for him to come down from his high, nuzzling his happy trail. He helps you stand up, kissing you and tasting himself on your tongue. As soon as he tries to sneak a hand into your panties, getting closer to your aching cunt, you recognize your phone ringing in the distance.

Groaning, you stretch your arm, answering the call. “Hello?”

“Well, hi. This is awkward.”

You frown. Joel mimics you. “I’m sorry, who’s this?”

“I’m calling you from Stacy’s phone. We were making out and then she told me she was feeling sick, so I took her outside… and now she’s throwing up,” the boy on the other side of the line explains to you and you detect a hint of agitation in his voice. “She asked me to contact you.”

“Oh, God. Hot-waiter?”

“Yeah, she also said you were probably going to call me that,” he seems to move his phone away from his ear, and then talks to you again. “She’s not passed out, but she shouldn’t stay here.”

Does he actually think you’re going to leave her alone? “Can you tell me where you are?” you suggest him while Joel tucks himself back into his boxers.

“Next to the parking lot.”

You hang up after telling him you’ll be there in five minutes, and you feel Joel’s lips on your neck, a sigh spilling from you. His teeth nip at your sensitive skin. “You gotta go?”

Humming, you smooth down your skirt, facing the mirror and observing your reflection, some leftover mascara sticking your eyelashes together. He appears right behind you, his broad frame becoming more visible this way. “Stacy’s throwing up. I have to take her home.”

“Do you have a car?” 

“No, but I’ll call an uber. It’s no big deal.”

Joel puts his hands on his hips. “I brought my truck. Let me help you.”

Of course he has a truck. 

“Joel, you don’t have to,” you massage the back of your neck, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. 

“It’s the least I can do,” tilting his head, his lips catch yours once again. “Consider it my way of thankin’ you, since I cannot return the favor.”

It shouldn’t feel like this. You weren’t used to doing this kind of thing on a regular basis, but you’re more than sure that men don’t treat you this way after sucking them off. Still, you accept his offer since it means you’ll get to spend more time with him.

He walks you out and helps you get Stacy on her feet. As she sees Joel, she spreads her arms wide, hugging him. “Oh my God! It’s the hot dad!”

“Sweetie, you have like— puke all over your clothes,” you tell her, so Stacy chooses to hug you instead. “She gets pretty sensitive when she’s drunk.”

“I can tell,” Joel opens the back door of his truck, jerking his head in the direction of it. “Get her inside while I start the car.”

It all goes pretty well from then on. He asks you for Stacy’s address and you give it to him, the palm of his hand resting on top of your left thigh. Stacy gets comfortable in the back seat, yawning. “You two look like my parents before they got divorced.”

“That’s a really nice compliment,” you mutter with irony as Joel laughs by your side, rubbing his chin.

Soon after that, she falls asleep. Joel parks his car right in front of Stacy’s porsche. He glances over his shoulder, making sure she’s still sleeping before his seatbelt’s off and he’s grabbing you by the jaw, leaning in for a kiss. The fucker’s a very good kisser, you notice throughout the night.

“Are you gonna give me your number?” he murmurs against your mouth, his hot breath mixing with yours. 

“It depends. Will you call me?”

He tells you he will, and you prefer to trust him as you watch him save your number, a smiley face next to your name.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Joel doesn’t call you.

You don’t want to admit it, but it’s starting to get to you. He did sound honest. Why the hell did he treat you like that if he wasn’t planning on calling you? Why did he insist so much on getting your number?

Men suck. Joel sucks, you decide after a whole afternoon of staring at your phone, waiting to receive a text from him. Given the situation, anything would make you feel better.

Hey! It’s Joel, from the bar. I’m so sorry for not calling you. I forgot to tell you I’m married and have three children, two cute little puppies and a cat. Anyways, what a great night we had! Take care!

Okay. Perhaps not anything.

You’re home, sitting on the couch while you watch a meaningless TV programme. It consists of answering random questions, and if you get them wrong, you fall down some dark tunnel that only God knows where it takes you.

Normally, during a night like this, you’d be studying or perhaps at Stacy’s. But tonight, your father had asked you to actually stay. He didn’t tell you why he specifically needed you there, and you didn’t bother to ask him.

Out of the blue, you hear the doorbell ring. None of your parents seem to be on the first floor, so you walk to the door, opening it. 

You choke on your own saliva.

Joel’s here. Joel, who didn’t call you. Joel, who looks absolutely good with his hair slicked back. 

“Did I ever tell you where I lived?” the tone of your voice falters, your legs suddenly feeling wobbly.

He can’t believe it either. “No. I must have the wrong address,” keeping his eyes fixated on the box of chocolates dangling from his hand, he straightens his back. “What are you doin’ here?”

“I should be asking you that,” you hiss, your pupils flared with anger. “Why the fuck are you at my house, with a freaking box of chocolates, when you couldn’t bring yourself to call me?”

Then, you hear the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. It’s your dad. He contemplates the scene with a smile. “I see you’ve met my daughter. Trust me, my wife and I taught her better manners than this. Don’t know why she didn’t invite you in. Food’s almost ready!”

You’re about to short-circuit. Definitely not a joke.

“Sweetheart, this is Joel Miller. Remember I told you last week that someone from the company was coming over for a while? Well, this is him,” your father chuckles, expecting you to come up any kind of answer.

Joel’s faster than you, intending to shake your hand, those same calloused fingers that he had used to touch you in that dirty bathroom now playing dumb. “Nice to meet you.”

If he wants to pretend you don’t know each other, then so be it.

You squeeze his hand without measuring your strength. “Oh, the pleasure’s all mine, sir.”

Turns out that your chances of hooking up with your dad’s soon-to-be coworker were low, but never zero. 

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

tags: @spurz :)

[hoffmansgirl]

Honestly, I’m getting tired. It’s literally bts pics from a tv show. He’s not even playing Jesus in the show. People are just looking for a reason to hate him at this point and it’s really pathetic. I was not okay with him posing with those guys and I felt like people had a genuine reason to be upset with him, but I also thought double standards were rearing its ugly head again. Let’s get mad at nick for posing with guys dressed as Lyle and Erik but let’s like and repost thirst edits of Nick and Cooper made up of scenes from a show where they play … Lyle and Erik Menendez. People are holding him to a standard that other celebrities aren’t held to. He can’t do anything without people picking him apart and “canceling” him. It’s honestly annoying.

YES YES YES 🗣️ louder for the cunts in the back!

nicholas chavez is not problematic.

so. i actually feel so bad for him because it must be so hard. he's just gotten popular how long ago... a month? two? and people are trying to cancel him so bad.

he can't do ANYTHING without getting hate - first people started bringing up his love life - since when is it anyone's business? calling him a bop, a man whore. people are feeling way too comfortable nowadays.

next ━ "nicholas doesn't support the brothers", "he doesn't give a fuck" ━ how can YOU know that. he doesn't owe anyone a ny thing. he doesn't need to be as vocal as cooper is about it ━ as i wrote in here aaand here. i honestly won't even talk about it anymore after this post because it's fucking annoying.

the picture with the dicks dressed as menendez brothers ━ disgusting. i'm not gonna defend this one because well. he could have refused to take it. he's a grown ass man, for gods sake. although, as i mentioned before, he is HUMAN. he is LEARNING how to be a big star, what he should and should not do. let's not pretend we are all angels, bffr. we all make mistakes, and sometimes we don't even realise we do something that might be considered wrong.

now... the (hot) god damn pictures... can we stop being so sensitive and fucking annoying!!!!!! 😁 i saw that post and thought that he looks so good, the brat dance made me smile sooo much ━ then i saw the comments... he is not. mocking. religion. he is not mocking your beliefs or your god.

"cancelling" an actor for being an... actor is fucking embarrassing. i just have to laugh.

why is everyone so obsessed with this man, with everything he does? why are haters the first ones in his comment section? god, even i am not that fast and i'm fucking obsessed with the guy. come on... people just hate to hate.

and! surprise! he doesn't owe you an apology ━ if you're offended by the pictures ━ because it's just the show. people think he dressed up as jesus for halloween... do your fucking research. read the caption. stop harassing the poor man i swear 😭

in this house we don't hate on nick ━ of course he needs to be held accountable for the menendez brothers picture, no explanation needed ━ but nothing else.

it's kinda funny because my man is just working, being an introvert and people think he's a soulless narcissist.

i guess people just hate rich, popular and hot men that live their best life... i kinda feel sorry for them, ngl.

and one more thing before i finish... nicholas' love life. the insults i've seen online are so concerning. why are people so comfortable to comment on other people's relationships? why do people believe everything they see on tiktok or twitter? calling him a "man whore" is wayyyy too much. like let this man breathe around another woman? or have female friends? god forbid talk to another woman...

i don't want to comment on his girlfriend because... i want need her man, why would i even talk about her 😭 i have my own opinion but lemme just not...

woof woof i'm yapping. but yes anon, i agree with you. 100%.

and finally! if u wanna talk about it (or just talk about nicholas...) then my dms are open!

and remember!!!! to treat people with kindness ♡ 🫧

(celebrities are also people).

[plaidos]

i've seen a couple other people share their experiences with transmisogny in queer discord servers and i wanted to share my own because it was something that was so shocking to me when it first happened. i am not a trans women, this is something that happened to a friend of mine in a server we were both in. one of the mods of the server came out as transmasc after we had been in the server for a while, and ofc everyone celebrated his egg cracking and him being brave enough to come out, everything seemed well and good. but then like a week or so later?, he asked my friend to change her name because it was his dead name and seeing it "made him dysphoric". when she refused, and tried to explain that she had been using this name for years and that it was also the name of her dead grandmother (and like, even without these circumstances she's still within her right to keep her damn name????), the rest of the serve dog piled on her. they tried to pressure her into changing her name, calling her transphobic and saying she wasn't being supportive to newly trans people, etc. she doubled down refusing to change her name, and me and one other person tried to defend her right to keep her NAME, (and we also tried to explain how he needs to learn to cope with seeing things that might make him dysphoric, because he can't control other people + he had a common dead name), and we all ended up being kicked from the server. i know i lost a couple friends in this diabolical, but she lives in a much more rural, conservative area so most of her support circle was through online spaces, so ofc she was rightfully very upset when this happened. i feel like this shows how deep transmisogny runs through the wider queer and trans community. trans women don't even have the autonomy over their own NAMES when it comes to TME people's comfort, and if you show the most surface level solidarity with trans women you are also ostracized. its completely ridiculous and horrifically common place.

(sorry if any of this was hard to understand, i tried to check for typos or grammar issues, but i have a couple disabilities that make writing harder for me)

it makes sense to me, Anon. it’s fucking heartbreaking the recurring themes im seeing in these stories where trans women are fully exiled along with anybody who supports us…… because we wouldn’t CHANGE OUR CHOSEN NAMES FOR A MAN? im utterly gobsmacked at how common this issue has been for other people in the trans community.

transmascs; you have to do better.

[tedious-waffle]

I swear the media literacy… saw ppl arguing this ep shows bucktommy not fitting together/ tommy’s separation from buck

“Tommy doesn’t support buck’s research binge” a) he literally listens, but also its fucking night time and buck needs to Rest after being Injured. Like hate a guy for being sleepy lmao. And b) BUCK IS SPIRALING ofc hes not like ooh yeah buck you ARE cursed and going to die! Like bruh. Also obligatory: hm you sure don’t have issue with Eddie doing the same thing…

“Tommy is sleeping on the couch not with buck in his bed” 😑 and if he did sleep in his bed you would say that that was bad too. Like bruh so theyre not at the sharing a bed stage whatever. Also just for scene composition, easier to have that morning after with buck in the same position but now with boils without tommy noticing be shot in the living room lol

*correction per @reads8hoursperday: “Buck has to sleep sitting up in that chair because of his shoulder.” Good point! Makes sense why Tommy just brought him a new icepack and then fluffed his pillow

“Eddie fixes up and reassures buck not tommy” EDDIE IS A MEDIC. Tommy isntttt. Also eddie razzed him just as hard lmfao. Also tommy literally IS reassuring him???

“Tommy isn’t in the group chat” YEAH DUH. ITS THE 118 GROUP CHAT. (And again if he was you’d complain about that lmao) Again theyve not been dating that long, tommy works at another station. Of course hes not in the group chat lmao. ALSO, from a TV writing standpoint, that scene works a lot better if not everyone in the scene gets the text and one person instead asks Out Loud what’s up, so it can be read out to the Audience as well.

“In the cemetery scene, tommy is standing sooo far away from buck.” Like idk even what to say man. That just a normal ass scene. Literally playing off of Every scene like it. The supportive partner/friend is always standing off to the side like that. And its buck’s moment. + uh you sure are ignoring the literal dialogue of that scene and the camera pans huh

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[superscourge]

im gonna get smth (positive!) off my chest that i just gotta get out there and finally let myself indulge in bc man. man.

putting it under a cut bc i absolutely dont want to sound like im bragging or smth but like

just....idk. things have been really really looking up for me lately.

if yall have followed me for long youve picked up on how i want to be an idw comic artist (obvs for sonic). its my current dream to be an interior artist as an inker or a penciler (one day), and perhaps a cover artist if i can help it, but mostly interiors. im very passionate about it and its the only thing i can really see myself doing as a career outside of commissions, so ive been working Extremely hard towards getting the job. if u saw the shit in my portfolio dude.......

and like..man. i finally feel like im close enough to reach it for real?

for a while i was like "im pretty good but i still have a long ways to go" bc i felt i could improve in many areas--style, paneling, posing, perspective, being on-model, line quality, etc. i havent rly felt like i was really up to the idw standard with my work so i havent felt as confident that id get the job as i would have liked to be

but now i actually feel like i have a damn good chance :') ive been getting noticed by a lot of really big and important names, and im at a point where even im confident and happy with the quality/look of my work.. idk. i actually feel like i can be more confident in my chances now

its definitely been thanks to the support from everyone around me. without the encouragement from everyone idk if i woulda kept myself motivated to improve as much as i have in the past year or so. my friends and followers have believed in me since day one and they keep telling me every day. it means the absolute fucking world to me and i hope you guys know that i appreciate every single encouraging word you send me or leave in my tags.

ahhhhh. im just really fucking happy right now is all. thank u guys so much fr. im this much closer to finally saying "when i get the job" instead of "if i get the job" and its very largely in part thanks to yall <333 so thank you, genuinely

[scrupulosity-comics]

your comics are lovely because so much of the discussion around certain ocd obsessions (on the internet and elsewhere) seem so fucking unnuanced, lol

Idk. Sorry if this is intrusive. But yeah I also struggle with scrupulosity+ harm ocd and I sometimes get really fed up with people insisting on simple answers (if you’re doubting it you’re probably a good person/ just live with the uncertainty) without recognizing that sometimes you *have* to have a method of at least estimating your impact on other people and if your brain is hell bent on confusing your capacity to notice actual impact with its bizarre overestimations it can make living on the world really hard, lol

I guess with time I’ve managed to find ways that make sense to me to simultaneously keep myself with some kind of moral framework while also not being too rigid and accepting partial uncertainty, but I feel like philosophy and talking with friends who *don’t* know the Correct Advice For People With OCD helped me a lot more than standard psychiatric advice, lol

Anyway. Thank you for sharing your experiences. Extremely relatable and funny

Also, imho, adding complexity to perspectives tends to be better to the world than subtracting it, lol

God yeah I do Not find most OCD support or advice helpful or relatable. I know several people who’ve had really good experiences with ERP therapy but my therapist and I found it nearly impossible to come up with socially and psychologically safe ways to start exposure response prevention. She had me write “I am committing micro-aggressions” on a card—I still joke about it.

Obviously I’m glad that some people are helped by the simplistic stuff. I just find it frustrating when people expect them to also help me reason with obsessions and compulsions that are inherently politicized or interpersonal. A lot of people are upset by racism but still do or believe or say racist things! People apply compassion and empathy towards societal evils all the time! I have acted on impulses I regret before!

[cod-dump]

Who would be the most devastated if Price was to go MIA or even KIA?

Cause if it were to happen, everyone would be affected in some regard;

Nik and Graves: Loses their husband/partner

Laswell: Loses a close friend of hers

Gaz: Loses a mentor

Ghost: Loses his father figure

Soap: Loses a friend

The Task Force loses its captain, a calm balance that keeps the team level.

Normally scouting out a target didn’t go this badly. Dressed down in civvies, each man strategically placed so they could gather the most intel as possible in the short time frame they were given — This never had gone so wrong before. Splitting up was their only option at the time. If they had moved together they would’ve drawn attention to themselves, and then none of them would be making out of that damn town alive.

Ghost made it back first, paranoid and riddled with anxiety. Gaz joined him and then the two waited two hours until Soap showed up. Their nerves had calmed greatly after the three of them were united, nerves shaken but untouched. Price was the one who told them to get out of there. Told them to get in the shadows and meet up outside of town. They assumed he was spooked and they joked as they waited for him to show up. Four hours would pass, double the time they had waited for Soap-

Something was wrong.

Laswell was called, the boys on edge and unable to proceed while currently in the dark. She had people move in to get them out, had some eyes look for Price. Nothing. Laswell had kept a steeled expression while she had her people look, and the more time that passed the more obvious it was of how much she was forcing herself to keep her composure. Finally, she called off the search and called in someone else.

Working with Shadow Company had never been ideal, but they needed them now. They needed Graves, the bastard that somehow wormed his way into Price’s heart. The boys didn’t have to trust him to know that he was going to do everything he can to find Price. To find his John.

Laswell held off on connecting with Nikolai, knowing the man would fly off the handle knowing his husband was missing. She waited for Graves to do his thing, told him to keep a tight lip from his lover. A hard choice to have to not to rely on his lover for emotional support in all of this, but he knew it was necessary. Nikolai would burn the town down, the country, all to find Price. And the boys just had to sit and wait.

Ghost was quiet, frozen with uncertainty. With fear. Price was missing, not a trace to where he could have gone or who could have taken him. It was terrifying that he just disappeared like that. Ghost was scared. And the only thing he could do to keep quiet about it all was to just not talk all together. It was the only thing he could do.

Gaz and Soap were no better, worry clouding their judgement and the desire to jump into action within each spring of their step. They needed to do something, anything, to help find Price. But if Laswell couldn’t find him, if fucking Graves couldn’t find him — What could they do?

Now, as Laswell finally let Nikolai in on what was happening, they all shared a thought. If Nikolai couldn’t find him, even when nothing was holding him back… what could they do? How do you find a man that just vanished? If Chimera and Shadow Company’s united forces couldn’t find him, then how do they proceed?

How do they carry on without Price?

[macsimagines]

I was hoping to request an imagine about Draken and Emma trapping/working together to get the person they've both had their eye on.

If its okay with you I'd like it to be nsfw

I am so sorry I think I promised you I would do this as a special request then went MIA on you I hope you will accept this as an apology

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, COERCION, BABY TRAPPING,

Yandere!Emma & Draken (AKA Ken Ryuguji)

Ok so, you're very good friends with Emma, basically best friends since you were small children, but the truth is that you're like a little purse dog that she drags along everywhere with her.

Draken kind of just sees you as an attachment to her for awhile but then things start to change. You were Emma's #1 supporter for her feelings for Draken and basically did everything to set them up.

So of course, when they notice that you're no longer around as often it just feels off... You just want them to have time alone together as a new couple and they don't want to loose you.

Emma clings onto you more, borderline needy, and Draken just feeds into it. "She misses having you around, I miss it too. It's too quiet without you."

Sure you try to stick it out for them as best as you can but it start to make you feel like a third wheel. Of course their solution is that all three of you end up... sleeping together.

"You're inexperienced, Y/N, let us help," "Ya, we'll teach you and show you how to really feel good."

And her tongue feels so good, and his hand around your throat feels so right. You can't help but cave in, Emma knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel good and Draken is so eager to learn and happy to please.

She eats you out when Draken is done, saying that you both taste so good together, and he's is all too happy to fuck Emma again watching her lick you clean. She deserves it for being soo good.

Congrats now you're in the worlds weirdest situationship, the situation being that you have no idea why you're having 'casual' sex with your two friends and them convinced that you're an adorable throuple.

Of course they eventually realize you have the wrong idea about what your relationship is when you try to date outside of them, but don't worry they can fix that.

Emma gets pregnant. And its just soooo difficult for her, she needs her best friend now more than ever to help her out. You don't have time to date, you have to take care of her.

And Draken needs emotional support, he's never been a father he needs someone to teach him about how it should be done. You can't be dating when your friends need you.

Then of course the baby is born, happy and healthy, and you think your job is done but of course its not, because Emma is a first time mom and post-partum is so hard for her and Draken is a first time dad and fatherhood is so hard for him... its just a few months you can help out.

But then they start calling you 'mommy', start having their baby call you mama too, and now Emma has been dropping hints about how their baby needs a sibling and how Draken wants another one with you...

And now you can't leave because their baby has somehow become your baby too, you feed them and rock them back to sleep every night, they're calling you mama... how could you ever leave your baby...

uh-oh. Looks like you really are trapped.

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Homestuck fanart by Timsel-kun on deviantart

Propaganda under the cut:

Beverly/Elliot:

Hot lesbians both played by Rachel Weisz! And they're canon in the book it's based on, and like HEAVILY implied to be for realsies in love and fucking in the show. Great lesbianism, great incest

There's literally a scene where elliot is listening intently to beverly having sex in the next room, and she like moans listening to it ok

Beverly's gf breaks up with her cuz she's weirded out by the twins relationship

Beverly likes to attend a support group for ppl with dead siblings and pretend her sister is dead like the psychosexual issues here.....

beverly and elliot were literally trying to have a child together. Elliot (a gynecologist) artificially impregnated Beverly MULTIPLE TIMES

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

[cyberl6ve]

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖 — 𝟑

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ : 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, I quickly changed back into my white baggy shirt and blue washed jorts. Chris watched me with a smirk on his face, no doubt remembering exactly what we had just done in those clothes. “Ready to go back out there?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Chris emerged from the bathroom dressed in his signature style a black long sleeved shirt, gray sweats, and his white Birkenstocks. He topped off the look with his signature Fresh Love red hat, the brim pulled low over his eyes.

“Let’s hope you didn't get us in trouble,” I whispered to Chris, a playful glare in my eyes. He just chuckled and pulled me closer, his arm wrapped around my waist.

Chris tried to go in for a kiss, but I pulled back with a playful grin. “Pipe down, lover boy,” I said, extricating myself from his embrace. I walked out of his room and up the stairs to seeing Nick and Matt on the couch on their phones.

“You're finally back, took you long enough,” Nick quipped, raising an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, sorry, Chris is really hard to wake up,” I replied. Matt and Nick exchanged a look, but wisely said nothing.

“Hey, guys, do you want to go get something to eat and then head over to Top Golf?” I asked, changing the subject. Nick looked up from his phone and grinned. “Definitely,” he said, standing up from the couch and stretching. Matt followed suit, nodding in agreement.

Nick added, “Oh, and before we head out, we need to swing by the warehouse. There's a new shipment of merch that just came in and we gotta check it out.”Matt's eyes lit up at the prospect of new gear. “Sweet, I'm always down for that too.”

Chris ambled up the stairs, his hat pulled low over his eyes, a relaxed smile on his face. He dropped down onto the couch beside me, his leg brushing against mine. “What's the plan?” he asked, his voice low and casual.

Matt rattled off the day's plans with an excited grin, “First, we gotta swing by the warehouse to check out the new merch. Then maybe some shopping, and after that, we’ll hit Top Golf and grab a bite while we're at it.”

As we all stood up, Chris's hand found its way to my thigh, providing a gentle squeeze for support as he pushed himself up from the couch. The brief, intimate contact sent a shiver down my spine.

We all make our way down the stairs to the garage, chattering excitedly about the day ahead. Matt grins mischievously and leads us to his car. We pile in and he puts it into gear, driving us to the warehouse.

Matt expertly navigates the industrial complex until we reach the warehouse. To our surprise, the boxes of merchandise were already stacked neatly along one wall, waiting for us. Chris let out a low whistle of approval, “Looks like they were on top of things today.”

As we sorted through the boxes, Chris let out a cheer. “Guys! Check this out!” He held up a black hoodie with the logo ‘Let’s Trip’ on it.

— ☆ —

Nick's head lolled back against the couch cushions as he let out a contented sigh, his arms stretched out above his head. I sat at the edge of the couch, watching him lazily. Without warning, a shadow loomed behind Nick and Chris appeared, camera at the ready.

The peaceful moment was shattered by Chris’ sudden appearance. With a wicked grin, he leaned over Nick, scaring him so badly that he nearly tumbled off the couch. “Chris! You fucking bitch!” he yelled as he scrambled to catch his balance, eyes narrowed in mock outrage.

Chris burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the room, as he quickly thrust the camera into my hands. “Get it, get it!” he shouted, already taking off, Nick hot on his heels.

And just like that, the scene shifted from a moment of tranquil relaxation to an all-out chase between best friends, captured perfectly on camera thanks to my quick reflexes. The sound of their laughter floated through the warehouse as Chris darted kept running from side to side, Nick in close pursuit.

“Oh, shit!” Chris shouted as his foot caught on one of the many boxes scattered around the warehouse. He stumbled, then fell hard onto the floor, the camera catching his fall on tape.

“Chris!” I gasped, putting the camera down for a moment while it’s still rolling and hurried to his side, genuinely concerned for his well-being. Chris laid sprawled on the ground giggling. Nick, not missing a beat, delivered a playful smack to his ass for his revenge. “That's what you get bitch!” Nick teased, still laughing.

“That’s enough playing around you two” I helped Chris to his feet. Chris stood up, looking embarrassed by his clumsiness. His eyes met mine, and without a word, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck, pressing a kiss into my neck. No one seems to notice it.

Holding my hands on his back, I could feel his warm breath against my skin. "The camera is still rolling." I whispered. He nodded his head, knowing that he had to be careful not to give their fans any unintentional hints of the romance brewing between us.

Nick, realizing the situation, couldn't help but grab the camera, “Looks like someone's a little embarrassed from his fall.” He teased Chris while filming.

Just then, Matt entered the scene, curious about the commotion he heard. “What's going on?” he asked, looking around. Nick immediately filled him in. “Chris tripped over a box and fell flat on his face like a dumbass,” Nick said with a chuckle, still filming.

Matt, sensing Chris’ embarrassment, teased him playfully. “Oh, that explains why he's clinging around Y/N like that, poor baby,” Matt said with a smirk. This was enough to push Chris over the edge.

Chris pulled away from me, running after Matt. I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh. Nick, still holding the camera, captured every moment in detail. “Quit running before you fall again!” I shouted.

Chris didn’t listen and continued to chase after Matt, the two of them running around the warehouse, laughing and joking with each other. Nick followed close behind, still filming. “Looks like someone's got a bit of pent up energy to burn off,” he quipped, aiming the camera at Chris’ determined face as he pursued Matt.

Just as Matt came around me, Chris made a beeline for my direction. “Chris slow down!” I called out, but it was too late. With a playful grin on his face, Chris picked me up and tackled me onto the couch.

He landed on top of me, causing the couch to sink underneath us. I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling his weight on me and his breath against my neck. Matt and Nick were clearly amused, chuckling as they filmed the whole scene. “Looks like Chris is making himself comfortable,”

“I’m tireddddd,” Chris whined out, laying his head against my chest. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him tightly. “I mean you did just run not once, but twice at full speed,”

“Well that was that,” Nick said, flipping the camera towards himself and Matt. “We’ll pick up the camera after Chris is done taking his nap.” Matt nodded in agreement. Watching the scene unfold, they couldn't help but laugh at the display of energy and exhaustion.

Nick pointed the camera back at Chris, but Chris wasn't having it. “Get the fuck out of my face!” he shouted, shoving the camera away with a look of annoyance. He settled into a comfortable position on top of me, his face nuzzling into my neck.

I waved goodbye to the camera as Nick turned it off. The sound of soft laughter filled the room, and I couldn't help but smile as I looked down at Chris. “Looks like you wore yourself out,”

I brought my hands to his head, gently running my fingers through his hair as it clung to his sweat— dampened forehead. Chris let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing as he nuzzled into my touch.

“We should bring these boxes upstairs so they can be out of the way,” Matt suggested, gesturing to the scattered merchandise. Nick nodded in agreement, the two of them grabbing a few boxes each and heading towards the staircase.

As the sound of their footsteps faded upstairs, Chris stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to gaze up at me. A lazy smile spread across his face as he caught my hand still playing with his hair and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"You sneaky—" I teased, but my words were cut off as Chris captured my lips in another kiss. The room faded away, and it was just the two of us, lost in our own little world.

Chris's hands were now gripping my waist, pulling me closer as he spoke between the passionate kisses. “You think you can help me out, Ma?” He asked in a low, playful tone that ignited a fire in my stomach.

I pulled away from the kiss, looking up at Chris with a coy smile. “With what exactly?” I asked, trying to maintain some composure despite the heat coursing through me. Chris's response was to press another kiss to my lips before pulling away and letting his hands drift lower down my sides.

“You know,” Chris said, his voice low and husky as he nipped at my lower lip. His hands continued to move lower, squeezing my hips and encouraging me to grind against him. “I'll give you a hint,” he whispered seductively, his lips grazing my ear.

Chris smirked as he was tracing his lips down my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin there. “It starts with a ‘p’ and ends with a ‘e,” he said, his tongue flicking out to taste me. He shifted his hips, pressing himself against me as a reminder of what was underneath.

I was confused for a moment before Chris whispered, “Pleasure,” in my ear. His hand moved up to cup my breast, squeezing gently as he continued to kiss me. I let out a soft quiet moan as his tongue traced over my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.

I pulled back, looking into Chris's lust-filled eyes and shaking my head. “Not out in the open, Matt and Nick can literally see us,” I whispered urgently. He groaned in protest, but I continued, “Didn't we just fuck earlier? You've been horny ever since we made that deal.”

Chris gave me a sheepish smile, his hands stilling on my body. “Can you blame me?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I can't help it, you're just so fucking irresistible,” he said as he adjusted himself in his pants. He leaned in to press a light kiss to my lips.

My mind was racing with thoughts, none of which had anything to do with stopping Chris’s advances. In reality, I didn't mind fucking him— I even enjoyed it. In fact, the more we did it, the more I craved it, and I never thought I'd get tired of it.

The truth was, I had feelings for Chris. Deep, unspoken feelings that I'd never had the courage to vocalize. This was as close as I'd get to him, and it was intoxicating. With that in mind, I pointed to the big white blanket draped over the pool table.

“Get the blanket off the pool table,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. As he reached for it, I started to unbutton my shorts, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

Slowly, I slid my shorts down to my ankles and left them there. When I looked back up at Chris, his eyes were burning with desire. He reached for the blanket and spread it out over our bodies, enveloping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

Chris and I both left our shirts on, just in case we needed to get dressed quickly. Under the blanket, he gently pulled my underwear down, revealing my wetness to him. He leaned in and started kissing my neck.

I let out a soft moan as he continued to explore my body with his fingers. The position he was in was the same one Matt and Nick had seen him in before they left, but they had no idea what was going on under the blanket.

“Shhh,” Chris whispered against my neck as he continued to seduce me with soft kisses and tender touches. His hand wandered lower and lower, until it was between my legs.

As Chris explored my body with his hands, I couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure. He silenced me with a kiss, his tongue dancing with mine in a passionate embrace. Under the blanket, he slipped two fingers inside me, causing me to arch your back and gasp for air.

“Keep an eye out, okay baby?” Chris whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine. He continued to touch me, his movements becoming more desperate and needy as he brought me closer to the edge. “I want to make sure no one catches us,”

I nodded my head, my mind foggy with desire as Chris continued to pleasure me under the blanket. The feeling of his fingers coupled with the danger of being caught made the experience even more exhilarating.

With renewed intensity, Chris plunged his fingers deeper, stroking that sensitive spot within me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb rubbed quick circles against my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

“Stay quiet, Ma” Chris whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with confidence as his fingers worked their magic. I could only nod, completely lost in the sensation.

Just as I was about to reach my peak, Chris pulled his fingers away and slowed down. “Not yet,” he said with a wicked grin. With a swift motion, he lowered his sweatpants and boxers under the blanket, freeing his hard length.

Chris wrapped his hand around his cock, gently pumping himself as he positioned himself at my entrance. He pushed forward, and I gasped as I felt myself stretching to accommodate him. It was always like this with Chris— every time we had sex, it felt like the first time all over again.

I clung to Chris, digging my nails into his back as he filled me up completely. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and sensations as I adjusted to his size. I couldn't believe that after all this time, I still wasn't used to the way he stretched me out so perfectly.

As Chris began to move within me, I couldn't help but marvel at the way his cock made me feel— like I was home, like I was exactly where I was meant to be. The way Chris moved inside of me, the way his hips ground against my own, it was all almost too much to handle. I couldn't think about anything else except the pleasure he was giving me. With each thrust, he hit all the right spots, the places that made me see stars.

I moaned low in my throat, the sound muffled by Chris's neck as he pounded into me with a fierce intensity. “Baby, just like that,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper, desperate for more of him.

Chris let out a low growl as he felt me clench around him. “Stay quiet, Ma,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure. “Matt and Nick are still upstairs.” I nodded, biting back a cry of pleasure as he increased his pace.

Without a word, Chris reached up and covered my mouth with his hand. The suddenness of it sent a shock of pleasure through me and I let out a muffled cry against his palm. He started thrusting harder.

I felt Chris's movements becoming more erratic, his breath hot against my ear as he spoke. “You're doing so well, baby. Taking it all like you always do.” His words sent waves of pleasure through me and I moaned again, the vibrations humming against his palm.

“Oh, fuck, Ma,”Chris groaned, his voice low and rough in my ear. "You're so fucking tight, baby. I love it." He picked up his pace again, driving into me harder, the couch creaking beneath us with the force of his thrusts.

Chris's movements grew more urgent, his hips slapping against mine as he chased his release. “Cum for me, Ma,” he demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. “Cum on my cock.”

I felt my body tremble and then shatter, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over me as I came hard around Chris's throbbing cock. “Fuck, yes!” he groaned quietly, his own release hitting him moments later as he spilled himself deep inside me.

Chris collapsed against me, both of us trying to catch our breath as he gently lifted his hand away from my mouth. “You're amazing, you know that?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I smiled, still riding the high of the intense orgasm he'd just given me.

Chris slowly pulled out of me, the loss of him making me ache almost immediately. He pulled up his boxers and sweats, and then helped me with my underwear and shorts, being careful not to let any of his cum spill out.

Chris threw the blanket back on the pool table and then made his way to the warehouse kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. As he walked back over to me, he picked up the camera and started recording. “I just woke up from my nap,”

Chris grinned at the camera, clearly pleased with how things had gone. “How was the nap, Y/N?” he asked, before flipping the camera over to me. I was still lost for words, feeling completely breathless after the unexpected but amazing sex we’d just had. I just threw a thumbs up.

Chris chuckled and then handed me one of the water bottles. He sat down next to me on the couch, but kept the camera rolling. His eyes were fixed onto me, studying my reactions, as if he was trying to imprint this moment into his memory forever.

"You okay?" he asked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of my face. I nodded, still in a daze but feeling incredibly satisfied and happy.

I took a long drink of water, feeling the cool liquid soothe my dry throat. Chris continued talking to the camera, his voice calm and steady. “Let's go see what Matt and Nick are doing,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

He stood up, stretching out his hand to help me up from the couch, but I waved him off, an excuse spreading over my lips. “I'm too comfortable here right now,” I said, my tone hinting at an underlying reason.

Chris chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. He clearly understood my true motivations— my legs were wobbly and sore, not to mention the aftermath of the intense sex we'd just shared. Chris grinned, pulling his hand back and chuckling softly. “Okay, you stay here then,” he said. I watched him as he climbed the stairs, my eyes fixed onto his every move.

As Chris disappeared from view up the stairs, I let out a soft sigh, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our passion. I stretched out along the length of the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and letting out a contented moan as I felt the cool air kiss my overheated skin. My body still tingled from our passionate encounter, and the gentle ache between my thighs served as a delicious reminder of Chris's skillful lovemaking.

Despite the lingering desire and excitement coursing through my veins, my body was exhausted and sleep soon claimed me. I drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the steady rhythm of my breaths filling the quiet room.

TO BE CONTINUED…

© CYBERL6VE

[goodgirlsdoithisway]

The danger of friends and family.

Coming into my place as a woman has been difficult. I've been a feminist most of my life, believing I need to be free and do as I please. I surrounded myself with like-minded people, and kept pushing on even though I was suffering. These people had me convinced that I was unhappy because women have been "oppressed" by the patriarchy, and I just needed to rise above.

Here's the problem with this train of thought. Not everyone is capable or has the correct tools to survive alone in this world. Some people need structure and guidance to live. Most women fall into this category. Sure, we can do it, but it's incredibly hard, incredibly stressful, and it's a lifelong investment to work hard instead of smart.

Then, I looked into tradwife material. I started looking at how happy these women were. Sure, you occasionally see the sad ones living this life, but they are just full of resistance, like I was. These women made life look fun. What girl doesn't want to have a life where they don't have to worry about money, or politics, or drama? No internal struggles, just the calm acceptance of giving yourself to something bigger. A man.

My friends and family all called me out on this, saying I'm being red pilled. I told them I'm still committed to diversity and I love everybody, and I know I have the option to chase whatever dream I want, and that this was my dream. Not a single one believed in me. A few stopped talking to me altogether. I mean, I'm fucking trans for fucks sake. It's not like accepting my place under men means I'm all of a sudden A Trump supporter. No thank you, although I do hope to see some things revolving around women to pass, either way. We shouldn't be allowed to vote, hold jobs, or go anywhere without a man. Hell, Afghanistan just passed a law where no woman is allowed to speak in public, or to another woman at all. This would be great. No more toxicity spreading like wildfire, hurting our true place.

It's crazy how, when you go against the grain, you get demonized. It took its toll. I started thinking it was just a stupid fantasy I was grabbing onto because I wasn't working hard enough to make my life mine.

Then, with those few friends gone now, I started to realize I was feeling great in those moments I was embodying serving men. And without those extra comments, I was starting to be able to ignore the others saying those things. And as I cut more people off, I felt so much better. I felt deep inside that this was the right path. I knew that serving men was what I was created to do. It was like a certainty.

So I started reading more about it, embodying it, envisioning it. I set those feminist views aside and really devoted myself...I'm never going back.

Friends are toxic to a trad relationship. Family are toxic to a trad relationship. Even other trad wives can be turned, and in turn, turn you. Feminism is powerful because it promises unattainable visions of freedom. Friends and family can exacerbate that and poison your mind. When you devote yourself to this lifestyle, which I believe all women should, the adjustment is rough because there's so much propaganda out there, manipulating you into giving up the biggest, best, most fulfilling life a woman can have, a life of dedicated servitude.

It would be perfect to have a man who lives off grid with no electricity, no phone, no outside communication. To be taken by him, to his home, never allowed to leave or have visitors so that I may focus solely on Him would be the perfect life. Imagine forgetting people exist outside of Him. The only person you'll ever see again is the one you serve. No jealous friends to try to take you away or poison your mind. No family to pretend they know what's best for you. No. Only Him.