#but like they're women. cause i like women.

[egg-deviled]

hehehe blog introductory post

(am i doing this right?)

soooo I figured that I should do this since I have followers and mutuals now lol

ANyyywayyyyy

You guys can call me whatever you want, i guess? you can correlate a nickname with my URL but you don't have to, if you're uncreative just call me like, egg, or something

my age is in my bio but if you don't feel like straining your eyes to look at that i was born the same year that pluto was demoted from planethood (rip)

Things I post:

reblogs of things i find funny

reblogs of things that are cool/ interesting to me

reblogs of art i like

reblogs of poetry

my own random shitposts

my art (lie) [fun fact i used to have an alt art acc but i think i got rid of it]

my own poetry

me just... talking?

answering asks if i get them lol

queer shit

things that i think are important

weird things (yes very specific i am aware)

Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson (any chance I get)

Things I dont post:

Hate Speech (against ANYONE)

Fundraisers or reblogs of posts asking for money (because idk how to check if they're scams or not)

Overly sexual content (I will make suggestive jokes sometimes but i won't post anything nsft on this blog, ESPECIALLY since there are minors who follow me)

literally anything I wouldn't say in real life

exposing anyones info or secrets

AI Generated anything (i am an ai hater frrrrr)

List of things im intooooooo:

Percy Jackson & the Olympians + anything affiliated

Hamilton

women

Ride the Cyclone

Hatsune Miku

women

Epic the Musical

Weirdcore

Analog horror

tall skinny nerdy men

cats (just in general, not cats the musical)

The Amazing Digital Circus ( however i am a jax hater)

Miraculous Ladybug

women

Taylor swift (fav album is midnights, pls dont be a hater about me being a swiftie 😭)

surrealism

dark romanticism (as in like that genre of literature in the 19th century not the romanticized sexual assault in modern "dark romance" books)

poetry

greek mythology

mythology in general

the world wars

the cold war

espionage

Gravity Falls

women

art

funny memes

jokes about past history events i shouldn't be joking about (like presidential assasinations, etc)

Steven Universe

Marvel (my favorites are wanda cause of her character and bucky because he's lowk fine)

Star Wars (hardly ever post abt it though)

history stuff in general

butterflies

did i mention I like women?

my wife (a whole man btw)

anyyyyywayyyyyyyyyyyyy

I'm gonna add on to this with a list of all the things i use to tag my stuff, it's mainly for me to reference to so i can find my damn posts, but everyone can use it lolllll

If there's anything abt me that you still want to know my asks are open and I'll answer if it's reasonable :)))))))))))

inside of you there are two intestines.

one of them is large, and the other is small.

[transfemme-shelterdog]

So, it seems like the majority of transandrophobes are Western, white, trans women, in their mid to late 20s.

Speaking as a Western, white, trans woman, in her late 20s, I believe I can shed some insight on why I feel like so many people with these traits are transandrophobic.

So, these women grew up in the era of those "SJW Owned Compilation" videos on YouTube. In these videos, you have cherry picked videos of radfems either arguing with men, or having "meltdowns". These women aren't a true reflection of feminism, as they hold the view (as shown in these clips) that any man, especially a white, straight, man, has this infinite amount of privilege, and everything in the world is their fault.

Remember the "You're a fucking white male!" meme from that era?

So, these women who grew up, being told that this is what feminism is, internalize this view, and take it with them.

Fast forward 10 years or so, and some of these "boys" who grew up being told that feminism is about hating men, will turn out to be trans. Now that they're women, they're told that they should be feminists by society and other women (rightfully so!). So, these girls who grew up being told that feminism means "Man bad!" will now try their best to be feminists, but their view of feminism is warped. They think that they have to hate men to be feminists. They have to deny that men face any problems at all. They have to believe that all men, no matter what, have privilege under the patriarchy and are the source of all that's evil. Because that's what they think feminism is, according to their first real exposure to feminism being these women.

So, they carry this prejudice with them as they start interacting with other trans people online.

Now they meet a trans man, and clearly, he's a man right? So he must be bad. He must have privilege under the patriarchy. He must be the source of what's wrong with society.

Thus, a transandrophobe is born.

This, I think, is what has caused the wildfire of transandrophobes popping up online. Women who grew up being told that an extreme form of feminism is true feminism, and trying their best to live up to their gender roles by being a "feminist" and hating the men closest to them in online spaces- their fellow trans people, trans men/mascs in particular.

[cursed-and-haunted]

I'm going to ramble about a version of a horror story I've been working on because I actually like the plot of this one and I want to share it:

A house is built in a secluded area of a forest near a small rural town. The house is built by a man who is secretly a serial killer

He lures young women to his house where he kills them, cannibalizes them, and then buries what's left of them in the foundation/walls of the house. Usually burying them in the basement or lower levels of the house

He finds out he's dying and doesn't want to be separated from his house or the victims hidden within so he goes up to the attic, hides in a crawl space, and kills himself. His body essentially becomes part of the house

Few years later the bank sells the house to a young couple. The husband works in town and the wife stays at home

The wife who spends most of her time in the house begins being haunted by the killer

This evil oppressive force wears her down until she is essentially being possessed or influenced by the killer

She learns or at least believes her husband, who has been dismissive of her, is having an affair with the farmer's daughter who lives nearby causing her to snap

She invites the young woman over and kills her (with the help of the killer). Her husband returns home to find her butchering the other woman preparing to cook her and eat her

He obviously freaks out but the wife kills him as he attempts to escape. Horrified at killing her husband she buries him and the farmer's daughter in the basement and goes to the attic and kills herself just like the killer

Several years later a writer buys the house (despite the rumors that whoever owns the house ends up disappearing). He plans to fix the place up while working on his novel. (I'm thinking the house is built early 60s and the writer moves in mid to late 70s)

While moving in he is greeted by a young woman (the wife) who says she lives nearby. They strike up a friendship and flirt a little. She ends up coming around the house a lot to help him, cook for him, do his laundry etc while he works fixing the house/writing his novel. They seem romantically interested in each other

The writer soons begins being haunted by the husband, the killer, and even the farmer's daughter which causes him to spiral and is made even worse by the wife who gaslights him

The writer is driven mad and tries to kill himself but he just ends up waking up in his bed next to the wife who comforts him and tells him it was just a bad dream

But the writer is super suspicious and paranoid of the wife (bc of the husband and the farmer's daughter) and is convinced he actually did die and that she's hiding his body somewhere in the house

So he goes searching the house. The wife tries to stop him and they fight. He manages to get away and finds the bodies of the husband and the farmer's daughter in the basement

Then he goes to the attic and finds the killer, the wife, and his own body. He realizes that he's trapped here and the only way to end the nightmare and be free is to destroy the house so he doused the house in gasoline. They wife (or the killer?) tries to stop him but he manages to light the match and the house goes up in flames.

The epilog is a news article saying there was a house fire and the body of the writer was found. That he apparently committed suicide before the fire and that officials don't know what caused the fire and they're still investigating it.

(if this was a movie the killer, the husband, the writer would all be played by the same actor or all look very similar, same with the female characters)

[chipped-chimera]

Okay psych nerd here who is not going to bloat this with a tag explanation and instead just write the thing:

The answer is two things -

Dehumanization / Distancing from Humanity

Moral Psychology

Here's an example in action. So I'm sure everyone knows about the Trolley Problem - you are standing near a train track at the track switch, an out of control train barrelling down the rails. On one of the tracks, are a group of men working on the rails (or tied to the rails if you prefer the image version). If you do nothing, it will collide with the group of people and kill them. On the other hand, if you use the switch and change the track, it'll instead kill just one person. This one people can reasonably complete, the usual choice being kill one to save five or whatever.

But here is another version. The Fat Man Trolley Problem (not my wording). In this version of the Trolley Problem, you are standing on a bridge overpass of a traintrack. Next to you is a very large man. Below you, are the five workmen. The train is out of control, but you realise if you push the fat man off the bridge and onto the track, his mass will be enough to stop the train and save the five people on the track. What do you do?

Naturally, this one prompted visceral reactions from people it was pitched to in studies - which begs the question, how is this version different from the switch problem? In both problems, you have the choice to sacrifice one to save many, but the mere thought of having to physically push another person onto the tracks crosses a line.

That's because a switch distances you from the situation, in a sense, you are removed from the humanity in the decision making and it's pure logic. Harm is a side-effect of flicking the switch, in a way you are less involved. Having to push the man, however, is forcing you to confront the human-ness of the situation, to look someone in the face and make that decision.

A lot of the problems in the world, and their respective government entities who are supposed to be fixing them, often have zero experience in the very thing they're supposed to be solving. They're sitting in an office, far, far away looking at a bunch of numbers spat out by a consulting agency while there are homeless in the streets. The switch they pull is so far away they can't even see the people their decisions affect. And if they think less of the people they are making decisions over, like the very, very, very obviously misplaced idea that homelessness is somehow caused by moral failing - that will distance them from the humanity of the situation even further.

I think back to an article I read about someone who had lost their husband to suicide after many, many, many years struggling, went to a conference regarding mental health. The participants of this conference would be the ones making major decisions that would affect the health and outcomes of other people. She confronts one of them, and asks them - have you ever been affected by depression? have you ever had someone in your family been affected?

He seemed shocked and startled. But he answered no.

That should say everything. Anyway this is why I think it should be mandatory for anyone forming country-wide, dramatically-impactful policies in government, especially regarding minorities and poverty - should have a MANDATORY amount of hours they have to spend per year with said people who will be affected by their decisions. And none of this distanced hand shaking for the cameras, I mean living that experience as closely as possible.

It's not that humanity is dead. It's not that we get up with the intention of causing harm every day. It's just a fact of psychological distancing that causes us to lose our connection with it. This can be unintentional, but sometimes it is intentional. It's often a tactic in war propaganda, to cast the enemy in such an evil light that the idea of killing many to protect or save your people - even if it's women and children, and disabled and elderly people, and civilians - is somehow justified.

So the next time you vote or support a cause or whatever in your life that may end up influencing the situation of people, outside of your known experience - stop for a moment, and have a think about what it is like for those individuals. If you had to physically go to them, and look them in the eyes - would you make the same decisions?

Also vote for people with lived experience into those positions to make the decisions when you can!

It confuses me how normalized it is to be so anti human. The fact that two countries voted no to food being a human right. The fact so many people are against universal healthcare. The fact that it’s normal to believe some people don’t deserve housing because they’re poor, addicts, mentally ill, or any combination of the above. I find it so hard to comprehend that humans who have experienced hunger, thirst, cold, and illness would wish these things upon others, or at the very least not care. It frustrates me beyond belief.

These are the exact values we’re taught as children, to believe all humans are equal in worth and needs, and yet at some point you’re expected to grow out of that illusion. You’re expected to accept that this is what life’s like, that the world is unfair, and attempting to fix it makes you weak and childish.

[genderqueerdykes]

How to deal w a longtime friend that at some point became a radfem? I was bad at recognising it back then when there were clear signs and didnt know how to argue, so i stayed passive and argeeable, esp since im a nonbinary guy n shes a (sorta questioning) cis girl.

When i showed discomfort with her doing the "i hate all men" type stuff she's said "omg you're not one of those 'not all men' types" and bc i didnt know at the time i backed off, n she also mentioned how she sees/treats both trans men n cis men the same

I mean ive always felt like she's treated me that way, or that i felt like i needed to stay silent or had more priviledge when around her, despite being pre-everything and pr much closeted in my everyday life, or felt more like i was a binary man around her when im not

She has also been sorta weirdly sex/kink negative or made fun of it, for some time i figured that it was just a bit bc of her being sex repulsed n her being immature, but i still felt sorta more ashamed regarding my kinkiness/sexuality around her when not (were both on the aroace spectrum, though i figured out more recently)

Also parroting radfem rhetoric about "well the sex industry is harmful" (..every capitalistic industry is harmful) and when mentioning kinks/fetishes for some reason often brought up "but what about those kinks where people get off to women starving themselves/having problems w their weight" which is like?? Yea okay if they are doing that to real people thats bad but like what kink/fetish spaces do you hang out in where that would be the first thing you'd bring up??

I also once remember her mentioning that she felt weird about her own connection to masculinity, which i sussed and esp now sus might be due to her being this man-hating

She's told me "you don't have an issue w the 'man vs bear' thing since you're a guy right?" but i didnt feel like arguing at that time so i just agreed and quickly moved onto another subject

Looking back at older texts, she's also said before that im "one of the few men she actually respects"

I've realised how harmful and bull radfem rhetoric is now, n i want to keep a distance from her, but idk how to deal w it bc ive always been the more agreeable and peace-keeping one between us

i'm so sorry you had to go through this. radfems are possessive of the identities of everyone around them to the point of coming up with the most asinine bullshit to make other people feel insecure and question themselves and just go along with whatever the hell they're saying. it's toxic and abusive.

whenever i talk about transmasculine and trans male issues, i get those "oh you're one of those not all men types" as well. it's such a useless thing to say. like if the thing you're opposing is people making blanket statements about women and being treated like a monolith, why are you doing it to someone else? that's the example you're setting, but yet you expect different treatment? double standard.

the sex & kink negativity in radfeminism is exhausting, too. it's not progressive. a lot of people choose to go into sex work and enjoy it. some don't mind it. some are okay with that being their job. a lot of people are exploited, but not everyone is. like you said, it's the capitalist corruption of these industry that causes problems. like you said, people instantly jump to the worst possible conclusion when the subject of kink comes up

the normal song and dance is "men who are into BDSM are only straight guys who are misogynistic and want to beat women. women who are into BDSM are scared and confused and being taken advantage of and are enabling abusive men." they have very few arguments and they're all so far out of left field that it's not relevant to the type of conversation you're having in that moment. making blanket statements about all kinky people being abusive in some way... that's profiling.

at this point its your choice if you continue to interact with her. if you do, you are allowed to stand your ground and tell her that those kinds of things make you very uncomfortable and that it's just not okay. if she can't handle that, then it's not your job to try to change her mind. if she cares about you, she'll treat you with respect. i hope that's the case, but you don't owe time or energy to people who treat you like garbage. good luck, stay safe

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

Misha Collins wasn't queerbaiting, the production of Supernatural was. Not maliciously imo and eventually it turned into an attempt at honoring the queer reading of Castiel and his relationship with Dean. (As much as was possible in such an environment). But it's conclusive that Supernatural baited their queer audience and if you don't see it knowing they're the reason for the term being coined at all then you weren't going to listen to my perspective anyway. (Please be kind and don't leave hate in my inbox.)

Misha Collins caused controversy for calling Destiel fan service early on but really he was being honest about its treatment. It was fan service. The industry's bafflement that homoeroticism and queer jokes genuinely result in queering a text is based in homophobia, which is likely why he was openly supportive. Misha Collins' ex-wife is an academic who studied gender and sexuality and so he would be more mindful than most of the problems plaguing his profession in how it treats female and queer characters and also how it treats women and queer fans.

The idea he was trying to gather any capital by bluntly stating fans could interpret a character or relationship as queer, that it was played to in the text, is laughably false. The film and television industry is misogynistic and homophobic and racist, and so too is the audience they're actively courting. It would have been better for Collins' career prospects to be coy and evasive about it. It's probable that some of Castiel's deaths were due to the actor's support, not his resurrections.

I don't blame actors for what they do and don't say regarding shipping or the queer interpretations of their characters. The likelihood is that they're more comfortable with queerness than fans project onto them but are unable to express it openly. This is especially true for actors of main characters. The interpretation of Dean as bisexual, for example, would've caused Ackles some consternation because of how biphobic his chosen environment is (both in fan and industry spaces). If Dean becomes a bisexual male lead character on network television his popularity plummets as a 'man's man' (heh), and suddenly his potential storylines inside Supernatural and any external roles Ackles pursues become restricted.

It was brave, not exploitative, to be so open about supporting queer readings of Castiel and his relationship with Dean. I think Collins probably just understood fandom more than most and didn't have a lot of time for the nonsense in his industry.

[detectivestucks2]

Toji as an Affair Partner

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: F!Reader x Toji

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, public indecency, bondage, oral (male receiving), aggressive sex, yummy

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Okay, so this one I went a bit overboard but, I just see Toji as a huge perv who's also super bold.

Affair Partner Toji who spots you when you’re on a night out with your girl friends. He can’t miss the way you smile. It lights up the room and draws him in like a moth to a flame.

Affair Partner Toji whose eyes drag along your figure, raking over your curves. He finds his lip is caught between his teeth as he imagines the things he would do to you, if given the chance.

Affair Partner Toji who eyes your wedding ring but doesn't care. He loves a married woman. They don't get clingy cause they're always too ashamed to keep talking to him after just one night of erotic fantasies come to life.

Affair Partner Toji who isn't surprised by your rejection cause that’s what they all say. He simply sticks his business card in your cleavage and walks away, muttering a ‘text me when you change your mind.’ knowing full well all you women are the same.

Affair Partner Toji who flusters you with his bold move, leaving a crimson blush across the apples of your cheeks as you avoid eye contact with your friends, all of them slack-jawed as their eyes flash between you and the retreating mountainous figure.

Affair Partner Toji who you text later that night after another fight with your husband. The jerk made fun of your body, again, poking your lower gut and telling you to lay off the calories. You're not even heavy, he just likes to bring you down cause he knows you’re out of his league. Even so, you can't shake the anger you feel and if he doesn’t find you beautiful, you know someone who does. 

Affair Partner Toji who responds immediately, not at all surprised that you reached out. You're predictable, just like the others. He’s fully aware of his appearance and guarantees your husband can't compare. After all, what bored wife wouldn't want a night of sexual adventure with a god?

Affair Partner Toji who gives you very specific instructions for the dress code of your date. Yes, a date. He clearly details what you should wear, something tight that doesn't limit his access, and unless you want to be bare-bottomed in front of the entire restaurant, you will not dare wear a bra.

Affair Partner Toji who you squeezed into a black mini dress for. The front has a plunging neckline, displaying all of your cleavage, rouching along the left side seam and a glittering short skirt that drops a mere two inches below the flesh of your backside. You lie to your husband, telling him that your best friend is having a work event and she invited you to be her date. The man doesn’t suspect a thing, even when he sees you without a bra underneath but, does make sure to get in a dig about your age and the fact that your chest isn’t as perky anymore…as if it’s a crime to be 30.

Affair Partner Toji who sees you pull up in an Uber and rushes to open the door for you, helping you out of the car as his eyes shamelessly explore the nooks and crannies exposed by your dress, drinking in your appearance as if you are a fine wine.

Affair Partner Toji who knows the hostess inside the restaurant, tipping her before she leads you to a back corner table, showing you to a luxurious leather upholstered booth where Toji insists on sitting next to you rather than across from you.

Affair Partner Toji who makes you nervous as his hand immediately grips the inside of your thigh while he orders drinks for the both of you. An act that would normally annoy you but at this moment, your mind is too preoccupied to think straight so you are grateful for his assertive dominance. 

Affair Partner Toji who drapes his humongous arm over your shoulder, his middle finger mindlessly circling your areola, steadily stiffening the nub at its center. 

Affair Partner Toji who makes your breathing shallow without even trying but he can tell something is off so he asks you what’s wrong.

Affair Partner Toji who you confess to that you don’t always feel the prettiest because of the remarks your husband makes about your body. While Toji doesn’t necessarily care about trivial things such as insecurities, or marriage, he does recognize that you gave him an excellent opportunity for a little torment.

Affair Partner Toji who traps your peak through the fabric of your dress, tugging till he sees your face scrunch up in discomfort. “Do you think that I’d be here if you weren’t pretty?” He begins to roll the nub between his pointer and thumb causing you to squirm in your seat. “Do you think I’d be touching your tits if they weren’t perfect?” He punctuates his question with a harsh slap to your chest before recapturing your nipple. “Do you think I give a fuck what your husband believes?” His grip becomes so harsh that you cry out. Wetness between your legs begins to gush out, the intense teasing doing something to you that you just can’t explain.

Affair Partner Toji who didn’t actually bring you here on this date to have a date; he brought you here because he loves the thrill of public foreplay.

Affair Partner Toji who digs in his pocket and pulls out a chain with two clips. Your eyes nervously dart around the room, looking for the wandering glances of nearby strangers. Toji on the other hand pulls out your chest from your dress, one handful at a time, like it’s the most routine thing in the world. You turn to him in panic, pushing his hands away to which he casually grasps your neck applying pressure, your chest bare for the entire room to see. He silences your protest with a small squeeze of warning, his voice rumbling in your ear, “Resist and you��ll pay for it later. Do you understand?” You’re stunned by his audacity but it’s the most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done in your life, made even more exciting by the fact that this man isn't even your husband.

Affair Partner Toji who traps your sore buds in clamps before tucking them away in your dress, making you suddenly very aware of how the fabric rubs against them.

Affair Partner Toji who allows his hand to wander under your sparkling skirt, each touch driving you mad with lust, all of it pooling in the fabric of your thong. “Hands behind your back.” he orders, the tenor of his voice alone, adding to the attraction buzzing between your thighs. You obediently follow, wondering just how far he was going to take things.

Affair Partner Toji whose dexterous fingers slip your panties aside so that they may feel your sopping hole, sinking in to the third knuckle before withdrawing completely and feeding it to you. Your cheeks, already an impossible crimson, spread their flush all the way down your neck and to your sternum as you hollow your cheeks around the digit.

Affair Partner Toji who lightly slaps your face once his fingers are clean thanks to the thorough work of your tongue, before revisiting the paradise under your hem just as your waiter returns with your drinks.

Affair Partner Toji who denies you a sip until you have had your precourse, instructing you to get on your knees under the table and drink from his fountain. “It might take some sucking, Princess, but there’s plenty waiting to satisfy your thirst.”

Affair Partner Toji who has you freeing his sizeable manhood, letting the appendage thud against this pelvis before gripping it in your small hands. In awe, you glide your thumb over the engorged head, slick with pre, before licking your palms and running them up and down his length, the rush of excitement running up his shaft all the more obvious within your grasp.

Affair Partner Toji who has you bobbing up and down beneath the table, taking him down your windpipe like the good little slut he’s forcing you to be. You haven’t done anything like this in so long that you’re both out of practice and out of breath.

Affair Partner Toji whose hand pushes down on the back of your head, forcing all of himself down your throat to silence your slurping noises while the waitress drops off your food. She doesn’t take notice of your empty seat but does give a flirty smile, to which he winks as if you’re not below the table with his dick stuffing your face.

Affair Partner Toji who lets go and allows only a second of reprieve before he’s shoving you down again, ordering you to play with yourself till he cums. Your fingers travel between your legs, circling around your nerve bundle as you take every inch he gives you with your mouth. Your throat flutters with your excitement, each stroke building upon the last.

Affair Partner Toji who all out fucks your face, not caring how loud it is or how obvious he’s being. He chooses this back table for a reason and he’s not going to apologize for his motives. His hot ropes spring into your throat as you twist on the floor, bringing yourself over the edge from the sheer detached abuse. You aren’t a date, you’re a toy, and something about that satiated all the pent-up need that you didn’t realize was collecting in your body for years. 

Affair Partner Toji who looks down at you, viewing your slightly glazed-over eyes and wiping the drool spilling from your lips. “Swallow.” Your throat bobs as you obey. “Now you may come up and join me.” You slide back into the seat of the booth, fixing your hair made messy by Toji’s hands, praying that it’s not too obvious what you just did, however, the pesky chain connecting your breasts is rather obvious through the tight fabric and you long to take it off. “Don’t you dare.” he threatens as he catches your eyes wandering down.

Affair Partner Toji who allows you to finish your meal and orders dessert to-go but as the waitress boxes up the dish and returns with the staggering bill, pulls one last trick from his pocket, cuffing your hands behind your back and hiding the evidence by draping his coat over your shoulders. 

Affair Partner Toji who doesn’t give a fuck that you’re married. He walks you through the restaurant as if he owns you, guiding you to his car where he opens the door and buckles you in. He then pulls down your underwear and pulls out your breasts, clamps and all, for the ride home.

Affair Partner Toji whose member stiffens in his pants when you’re stopped at a red light. The men in the car next to you are staring at your chest through the window, your eyes staring straight ahead in shame. “Let them see, baby. Everyone deserves a peak.” he coos as you look to him with pleading eyes. His thumb casually grazes the sensitive skin causing you to flinch. The men in the car next to you laugh, their own pants tightening at your whorish display.

Affair Partner Toji who finally gets you home, the seams of his pants straining from how hard he is. He rounds the car and opens the door, leaning down to unbuckle you. “Time to open up.” he says, lifting the links between your chest and resting them in your mouth. “Close” he states as you bite down on the silver before he tosses you over his shoulder as like the spoils of war, your underwear slide down to your ankles, caught only by the straps of your heeled shoes. 

Affair Partner Toji who slaps the flesh of your behind on his way to the bed, the excitement overwhelming him. He is sooooo ready to bury himself in your gummy cavern, his member is practically pulsing from the anticipation.

Affair Partner Toji who lays you on the bed, instructing you to let your special little necklace go and use your dirty mouth to wet him. He bullies his way past your lips the second they open, once more cutting off your air supply and making you choke. 

Affair Partner Toji who plunges between your legs, watching how your face morphs into an expression of pure pleasure as your weeping little cunt is stuffed with his size. He begins to lightly stroke, taunting you as he admires how your essence glistens around his shaft. 

Affair Partner Toji who has you squirming beneath him, feeling crazed by his relentless teasing as his languid strokes don’t quite satisfy what you need from him. 

Affair Partner Toji who stills himself, earning a whine from you before he cruelly removes the clamps from your sore buds. The lift in pressure is painful, causing you to constrict around him as you yelp. His pointed tongue drags over the area, so sensitive from the prolonged abuse that your back snaps into a bow while you continue to close in around him.

Affair Partner Toji who is spurred on by how tight you are, clearly underused by your husband. He begins to pound into you with impressive speed as you lay on your back, helplessly restrained, while he steadily folds you in half, more and more.

Affair Partner Toji who flips you onto your knees, your face squishing into the mattress, nearly breaking your neck from the power of his thrusts. While he enjoys playing this little game with women, something about the way you wrap around him feels so good that it makes him painfully hard, even now as he fucks you into the mattress.

Affair Partner Toji whose strength makes for unimaginable stamina, the extreme pace and power of his thrusts continue for a relentless amount of time.

Affair Partner Toji who picks you up like you weigh nothing, and continues to drive in while supporting your entire weight. Your cuffed hands straining against the metal, desperate to steady yourself instead of being tossed around like a ragdoll.

Affair Partner Toji who throws you back on the bed, your ass high in the air as your knees come up to your ears, just to stuff you from above, jackrabbiting into you till your legs shake from compounding orgasms.

Affair Partner Toji who pushes you beyond your limits, overstimulating you and degrading you for being his little nympho, his fingers exploring your sensitive spots, whirling around your clit like it were a joystick, causing you to spasm within his grip.

Affair Partner Toji who lays you back down, his mouth wandering your neck, chest, and ribs, kissing each part of your skin with buttery soft lips that leave tingles in their wake and cause you center to flutter.

Affair Partner Toji who finishes with punctuated thrusts, dizzying your mind and causing you to see stars. Your breathing comes ragged and your cries are loud.

Affair Partner Toji who paints your chest with his spend before dipping his finger in it and feeding it to you for a second time.

Affair Partner Toji who cleans you up and releases your cuffs. He brings the dessert in the to-go container over to you, two forks in hand, so that you may share the treat in bed together.

Affair Partner Toji who pretends to be your Uber driver when he takes you home. He carries you to the door and hands you off to your husband because your legs are rendered useless and you both have to play it off like you got too drunk at the party.

Affair Partner Toji who smiles to himself when he sees that your husband looks nothing like him yet feels a pang of possessive jealousy that he’s never known before.

Affair Partner Toji who was your standard fuck boy but woke up praying you’d messaged him between last night and this morning. Something about you is setting up camp in his mind and he can't shake this feeling that you should belong to him.

Affair Partner Toji who wears a shit-eating grin when he sees that you’re already begging for more.  

[jackalope78]

I would so much rather hve cis-het men enjoy Chappel Roan or Taylor Swift, or whichever pop artist has been deemed 'for girls' of the day than the inverse, which is cis-het men saying "well, I just don't like female artists because they don't sing about things I relate to and that's why it doesn't bother me that women aren't appearing on the country radio charts, cause they just don't appeal to every one. Men though, male singers OBVIOUSLY appeal to everyone."

This is an honest to god real conversation that is happening in country music spaces right now. They're still dealing with the bullshit tomato-gate nonsense, and instead of embracing female artists, they're going the other way. Yes, partly because conservative nonsense, but also just because they aren't being challenged by taste makers.

And I know this is a tangent, but it bugs me. Fucking embrace those cis-het men at Chappel Roan concerts, because the alternative is artists like Roan are pushed to the indie edges and never go mainstream and you have to be 'in the know' to find them, which means kids in the middle of nowhere have no chance to find them and that's just sad.

[mythalism]

i think the issue with twitter solythals is that they try to make solas look worse to make mythal look better or not as bad as she is. they kind of try to balance them out and make it seem like they were on equal ground when no matter how you spin it (yes some stuff is up to interpretation but i don't believe it is the case here) there was a power dynamic (and i'm not saying this to make mythal look bad and solas look good cause i believe there is a power imbalance between solavellan and elgar'nan and mytha"). he is canonically referred to as being mythal's second and her lapdog but the twitter solythals look at them like they're anidala

i know ive said this before but this inability to enjoy fictional women that range from evil war criminals to normally imperfect + messy teenage girls without sanitizing them into perfect angels who have never done anything wrong is so fascinating to me because i think i missed that stage of the internalized misogyny indoctrination. not to say im perfect and dont have internalized misogyny. i do. ariana grande tests me in this realm daily and i FIGHT BACK but sometimes its hard. but an inability to see women as morally complex or morally WRONG... i dont get it? what is the problem? why does she have to be good? is this a protestant thing???? like genuinely i dont get it. im obviously a mythal enjoyer but shes absolutely fucked and you can bet if i saw her walking around london id have the hague on the phone providing her exact location and itinerary STAT!

[jerrythebug]

Some fast drawings I made for Twitter

[marzipanandminutiae]

I hate "it's not trying to be accurate!" arguments for historical fiction or historically-inspired fantasy clothing choices that just. don't make sense logistically

why is that girl in Br*dgerton tightlacing her stays? what is she reducing- her upper ribcage? not only can you not tightlace in those (hand-bound eyelets can't usually take that strain, in my experience), but there's no reason to because your waistline is under your boobs. and unlike most of the series, they actually commit to the empire waistline for the court presentation gowns. small waists don't matter when NOBODY IS SEEING YOUR WAIST

why no chemise, in so many productions? fantasy/lack of concern for accuracy can't make things not chafe. chafing is not a matter of accuracy; it's a physical reality. did a wizard give everybody in the kingdom Anti-Chafing Spells?

just because you don't WANT a linen underlayer beneath a medieval tunic doesn't mean sweat won't get to outer garments and damage them- or make them need laundering, which weakens the fibers -at a time when all clothing is handmade, custom-fitted, and created from hand-woven fabrics and thus a HUGE investment

you're not just throwing accuracy to the winds as a design choice; you're ignoring How Textiles And Bodies And the Realities of Your Technology Level's Fabric and Laundering Capabilities Work

[umblrspectrum]

every ship is simultaneously real and non-real depending on whether it fits my narrative at any given moment. schrodingers ship. schipdinger

[suguruuuuu-chan]

T4t Zosan save me....save me t4t Zosan...

[fromtheseventhhell]

I want to make a longer post about this someday but: I think Arya's TWOW arc is going to include her coming to terms with her identity as a Lady. This has been an ongoing conflict with her since her first chapter and I think her flowering in winds is going to mark a turning point. The theory of her having an apprenticeship with the courtesans holds a lot of weight and the idea of Arya going through puberty among a group of unconventional women she's fostered a positive relationship with is just too perfect. It would really have an impact on Arya reconciling her personal idea of what a Lady should be. There's also a lot that she could learn from them in terms of courtesies, communication, appearances, body-language, etc. that would elevate her current skill-set and ways her relationship with them could push the plot.

Not to mention she will undoubtedly reclaim her identity as Arya Stark, and her being a Lady is inseparable from that. Arya Stark is a Lady Stark and being a Lady is a social position, not a measure of how well someone preforms feminine tasks. She shouldn't have to relinquish her position because she doesn't fit patriarchal standards. That's not to say that she's ever going to be the perfect example of a traditional Lady but what I think will happen is that she becomes capable of playing the part. She plays several identities throughout the series but she's always been Arya underneath, so I think it's appropriate that she learns to adopt a "persona" that's part of her. Her remembering Ned putting on his "Lord's face" (+ the various examples of other characters being separate from their ruling persona) makes me think that Arya will be donning her "Lady's face" when she makes a return to Westeros.

[femslashspuffy]

No actually what do they put in the water in Boston Massachusetts that makes hockey players so blorbo. I live nowhere near any of the pwhl locations so I started going diehard for Minnesota and it doubled when they won but.... the boston green.... the boston name...... and now the epicness of the boston/minnesota game............

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.