#don’t really like real men plus i have a girlfriend

[chipthekeeper]

There has never, in the history of characters, been a character that means more to me than Vel Sartha. I’ve been finding it difficult to express that feeling. That feeling of being so thankful and so appreciative that this fictional person has somehow made their way into your life and your heart. How is it even possible (much less healthy) to love someone that doesn’t exist so much? I still don’t know. I may never know. And I may go on a mile long rant now that doesn’t even begin to help you understand what she means to me. But all I can do is try.

If you follow me, you probably already know some of what I love to yell about Vel regularly:

She’s a world class yearner, she’s a sad little puppy, she’s a born rebel, she’s a spoiled rich girl. She’s a trusted leader, she’s a bitchy ex girlfriend, she’s a doting “aunt.” She’s pretty, pathetic, puppydog eyes (and oh my GOD her eyes!!). She cares. She loves. She fights. She makes mistakes and doesn’t trust herself as much as she should, but she trusts others and knows when to use their gifts over hers. She’s insecure but she’s commanding, she’s tough but understanding.

I hope you’ll forgive the weird venture into lyricism but it just came out that way. The point is, Vel is so interesting because she’s so contradictory, because she changes, because she puts on a different mask and becomes a different person but she's always the same at her core. She shapeshifts but she is also just fundamentally changed by what happens to her and her team. And that’s merely a piece of what I love about her.

Because it’s one thing just to get a Star Wars character who’s a woman who has so many sides and layers, but it’s an entirely other, more life-altering thing that that character is like me. That her first rebellion was against her own society, her own family, just because of who she is. I’m actually sobbing writing this because never in my life did I think I’d get to see something like this on screen in my favorite media. A real, canonical, undeniably, unapologetically queer woman with a whole personality AND a girlfriend. A character whose sexuality can’t be brushed away no matter how hard “they” might try to do so because IT IS ESSENTIAL TO WHO SHE IS. It is essential to her arc, her story, her motivations, to her interactions with other characters. And it’s not cheesy or preachy or boring or “toxic.” It’s real. It’s just real. It’s relatable. And it means the fucking world to me.

But even if you're not like me and that representation is cool to see but doesn't have the same effect on you, there is still plenty to appreciate about Vel Sartha. And actually, I really need to you appreciate her because -- and I know I'm biased but the numbers don't lie -- she is literally one of the most underrated characters on the show. With the third-highest amount of screen time behind only Cassian and Luthen, she should be up there among the most loved people in the series. And yet she's constantly overlooked and misunderstood. She never made a big speech and she didn't die interestingly or heroically. She didn't get to stab anyone or hit anyone with a brick. She just goes through some very real trauma and has a very real response to it, and people like to think that makes her weak and therefore not interesting as a rebel. Fortunately, though, it has become my life's duty to make everyone see the error in that logic.

When we first meet Vel, she is already so interesting as the leader of this little rebel band. She's the smallest one there but she has such a big presence. We find out right away that she wanted to lead, she wanted to be doing more and putting herself on the line. And she is good at it!! The men are resistant to the change she brings them but not because they don't respect her. She can command them with just a look, and she makes it known that even the big bad Imperial officer is not the boss, she is. Plus she's competent at the skills she needs -- she's a good shot and she looks right with the gun in her hands. You'd never know from watching that first arc that she started out as a spoiled rich girl.

Even when we see her weakness, though, it makes her more interesting. I love her insecurity as she watches Clem flirt with Cinta, I love the small looks of apprehension the day before the heist. I love how torn she is over how much to tell the team. And I especially love when the entire five-month-long operation nearly comes to a grinding halt as she looks down in fear from the top of the dam. But, to paraphrase my own fanfic, I don't think it's the height that causes Vel to hesitate, it's the weight. The weight of the biggest operation the rebellion has ever pulled, all on her shoulders. The weight of having to actually, finally make this decision to go or not, to send her team, her friends, into the unknown, to set off a chain of events that could turn the whole galaxy on its head. That’s SO much weight for such a small moment, and she almost crumbles under it. And even though she ultimately doesn't, I know it continues to weigh on her after the job because if she hadn't wasted all that time up there, maybe they'd have all made it out alive.

And this is where the switch happens for Vel. After all her men are dead and she's only barely made it out to see another day with Cinta, she's completely different. She's small again, scared and unsure. The confident, gritty leader she became on Aldhani died with the rest of them. She still puts on the masks when she has to and she's still a rebel, still dedicated to the cause, but she needs a break and some time to process her guilt. That's something I think people don't take into account enough with Vel. It was never that she was "cosplaying a rebel" or whatever people started to think once they learned who she is, it's that she feels responsible for losing almost her entire team.

But she has Cinta to remind her that there's not really time to take a break, and, because they are complementary halves of each other, she also reminds Cinta later that it is important to rest. I don't need to get into another ridiculously long rant about them as a couple (you can see my presentation for more if you need it), but suffice to say....this is a huge part of her character. Her love and devotion to Cinta might appear as a weakness to some, but to me it's an absolutely essential element of Star Wars: saving what you love, not fighting what you hate. Vel goes through most of the second half of the season timid and anxious, but when she thinks Cinta's life could be in danger, she literally sprints into the fire to try to find her, to save her. What could be braver than that?

I truly could go on and on for days about her, as I have for the past 800-plus days already (I took fully 10 pages of notes to prepare for this and we have BARELY scratched the surface here), but I'm sure I've lost most people already. The last thing I need to talk about though is that I owe Faye Marsay my life. She did such an amazing job with Vel, playing all the different sides of her so perfectly and conveying so many emotions and thoughts with just her face or her eyes. And beyond that, it's incredibly moving to see an actually queer actor playing a queer character in a franchise this big, and to see her be so proud of that work of "normalizing the normal" is equally thrilling. I would kill to have her play Vel for decades, selfishly, but I'll continue to be so ridiculously happy with every single moment of them both that I do get.

In conclusion (for now), please please please appreciate this tiny but monumental character, because my mental health depends on it but also because she absolutely deserves it.

"Everyone has their own rebellion," Vel tells us, and mine is destined to be against everyone who dares to underrate her.

Character Appreciation Friday - Vel Sartha

Name: Vel Sartha Played by: Faye Marsay Appearances: Aldhani, The Axe Forgets, The Eye, Announcement, Narkina 5, Nobody's Listening!, Daughter of Ferrix, Rix Road

Happy Friday and happy VELENTINE'S DAY, gang!!! Look I'm not gonna act like this is a normal one because that would be very dishonest of me. This is the most important day of the year for me, and I'd really really really love if everyone would help out with spreading appreciation and love for my number one sad girl rebel.

Please let me know what you appreciate about dear Vel in a reblog, comment, or ask!

Next week: Brasso

[urineedward]

smart dumbass and a tooth gap that’s all i need in a man

[mylifestylearedilfs]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ joost klein x tinder date!reader ࿐ྂ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ OCEAN EYES : mention of sex (but no smut) fluff ; use of alcohol ; imagine ; all is fictional ; english is not my first language

(part two)

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ CREATING AN ACCOUNT on tinder wasn’t on your to do list, but after another failed attempt on meet your future ‘husband’ in real life, you decided to seek luck at this app. after choosing your best pictures, you set your profile with hope that you wouldn’t have to text with all of those weirdos that probably were on this site, asking themselves why i don’t have girlfriend?

you honestly couldn’t understand people (mostly the whole alfa men) on this kind of platforms, where they acted like they’re better than everyone else, but in reality they wouldn’t even say ‘hi’ to you. also what’s the point of having a dating app, if you can’t even properly ask the other person to date. you personally hated texting, it was the worst way to communicate, because you weren’t able to show your emotions clearly and it was easier to misunderstand the intentions.

you tried to ignore all suspicious looking people, but you lose hope, when even people your type were weird or impolite towards you. you were close to just delete app and forget about everything that happened. but then you received some kind of ‘super like’ from very good looking blonde man, the first thing that caught your attention was his bright blue eyes. how ironic, you thought. blonde hair and blue eyes, if he were a girl, he definitely would be miss universe. but god knew that he would be too powerful if he was a woman.

before you even checked his profile, you saw that he already messaged you. he already had big plus, because it was usually you who needed to start a conversation.

‘you & me, beer in an hour?’ okay, he definitely was really straightforward but you couldn’t tell that you didn’t liked it.

‘okay’

it was an irresponsible decision, but you couldn’t care less right now. you were truly tried of the endless conversations about nothing, you needed some adrenaline in your life. and even if it turn out that he’s a murderer, you will have an interesting story to tell your future kids — of course if you will survive in that scenario.

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it was almost twenty minutes after the set time, but you still waited like a fool, because you were curious if you were just scammed at this point. when your second cigarette started to slowly gutter out, you checked your phone to see if he tried to inform you about his lateness, but as you thought — nothing. you were honestly irritated that you couldn’t met a proper guy, not even for a relationship but just good sex, apparently you just missed to have someone close, in physical and mental way.

fuck it. you said to yourself and deleted this stupid dating app, right after you did that, you heard someone’s calling your name. before you turned around, you throw out a cigarette.

“i get it that i’m late, but you don’t have to ignore me” you saw the blonde guy in front of you, with two bottles of wine in his hands and two beer cans in his jeans pockets.

“so your real miss universe, nice to meet you” you said with a bit of irony in your voice, and he just laughed, giving you bootle of alcohol.

“or maybe i’m just in your imagination, guess we will never know” he said with smile, and you realised that he loved to laugh a lot, but honestly that was exactly what you needed now. some positive energy. “but now let’s go, shall we?”

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at first it was supposed to be quick meeting to get each other better and then probably forget about the existence of each other. but to your surprise it turned out that you were sitting in some sketchy looking place with joost for almost four hours already, and the fun only began.

you couldn’t believe that your perfect type of person was right in front of you and he was interested in you, which was the most unbelievable part. he was the first person that could make you laugh only by saying something random, or maybe it was because you were under the influence of weed, that you just smoked. either way his ability to turn every little thing into a joke was hilarious and you simply loved it.

suddenly you both became silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable for you, which was also something new. all you could hear was the sound of wind and some other birds but you decided to interrupt the silence.

“you want to come to my place?” you said without thinking twice, well. . . let’s be honest your brain wasn’t working at all at the moment.

“to do what?” he looked at you with his typical smirk, sipping his beer.

“obviously to play monopoly” you said sarcastically, but underneath you had a little smile. “i want you to fuck me” you added and he seemed to be taken aback with your directness, as he watched you getting up.

“so you’re coming or i will need to please myself on my own?” you said, walking slowly in the direction of your house.

“you don’t need to tell me twice” he quickly said and you just chuckled as you felt his hands on your waist.

that was a great match, for sure.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for attention! hope you liked it!

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-seven: car sex

>>> no one will read these anyway based off of the reception for nobara, but i wanted to give the ladies some love this time around <3

>>> starring: maki zen'in x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: jealousy, homophobia w the zen'ins, making my own cannon, oral and fingering, car sex, semi-exhibitionism? i don't think so but just in case >>> wc: 1.8k >>> event masterlist:

formal events were the bane of her existence. she hated all the ritualistic steps of looking presentable for a clan celebration, of all things. maki has never been celebrated amongst her clan and she knows they won’t start anytime soon—so why did she have to show up and celebrate them? even worse, why did she have to drag her girlfriend to such an event? she knows half the elders will spend their time whispering about either her supposed powerlessness or her lesbianism, and the other half would be thinking about it all night long. she hated having to subject you to such nonsense, but her mother insisted–and she knew she’d never hear the end of it from her if she didn’t just suck it up and go. 

so here the two of you are, shoved into the zen’in family banquet hall in a tight fit. maki was absolutely uncomfortable, forced to mingle with people she can’t stand while trying to keep a possessive hold on you. despite the controversial relationship, she wouldn’t let it be lost on anyone. you weren’t here as a plus one or just a friend, you were here as maki’s partner and she wasn’t shy about it. they hate her already, she couldn’t give less of a fuck. her anger will make her the perfect protector too, she won’t allow them to say anything offbeat to you or their reckoning may come early. 

she also hated formal wear. it was impractical and stuffy, and she didn’t like being painted up to the nines, either. at least you looked amazing. you might be enough to make her rethink all her earlier opinions. seeing you tucked into a gorgeous kimono was definitely a lifeline to get her through the night—naobito’s birthday celebrations could perhaps pass harmlessly by with nothing more than the memories of how good you look. the silk highlights your body for days, tight around your chest and flowing down your legs. whereas maki feels completely out of place with rouge and lipstick on he skin, somehow it makes you look even more elegant and graceful. you’re flawless, evidence that maki is indeed good enough to deserve happiness. she keeps your hand in hers for the better part of the evening, fake smiling to some clan members while she keeps her scowl for others, you couldn’t quite find a rhyme or reason to her reactions. it isn’t until she’s pulled away by her sister that you’re able to understand. 

of course you were familiar with the atrocities of the zen’in, and it made you more than just a little uncomfortable to be surrounded by them, but with maki by your side, you knew that no harm would possibly come to you. but with her gone, well. now you’re left wide open. 

they don’t waste any time, a wall of zen’in has formed around you with various men bidding for your attention by offering you drinks and compliments, swearing that a zen’in man could give you a much better time than any woman—but especially one as weak and powerless as maki. their sentiment makes you snarl, but you don’t know how far maki is—meaning you don’t know how crude you can be with all these disgustingly vile creatures. 

“weak? naobito’s birthday or no—we can test that theory.” her sharp voice cuts through the cacophony of others. the men are quieted instantly, and you feel yourself smirk. they start rattling off excuses as to why there should be no fighting here tonight—but you hear the real reason: they’re afraid. 

maki has always been far more powerful than they deign to acknowledge. she’s a talented fighter, and you knew most of these old fuckers would be dead to rights if she really wanted to cause a scene. her presence is scary enough, brows set with a menacing look in her eye. she stares above their heads, making eye contact with you. 

“come. i think it’s time we left, dear.” she extends her hand for you to take, holding the stare of the disgusting old men that came to hit on her girlfriend the moment she stepped away. you skip forward to take her hand, almost giddy at her demeanor as she squeezes your palm in hers. you knew that she was pissed. she was mad when she woke up this morning and remembered this stupid fucking party was today, but now she’s irate. everything she thought would happen, did, and she didn’t feel like subjecting you to any more ogling eyes. she starts to drag you both towards the door, hoping that the hour and a half she had managed to occupy the same space as her family would please her mother enough. not that she quite cared anyway, hearing your little giggles of excitement told her that you knew exactly how she would remedy her bad mood. 

maki has a track record of jealousy, and you knew this time was no exception. this time may be the worst of them all, your girlfriend’s grip on your hand tightening as the driver brings the car around. her mind was racing with the harassments from the crowd, different cousins and uncles offering to show her girlfriend a good time after the party. tch, she didn’t have to wait. she would have you now, the windows of the car are tinted anyway. she opens the backseat of the spacious suv, jutting her chin out to the backseat. 

your feel your face heat up as you obey her, crawling into the back on your hands and knees. maki turns to give the chauffeur a tip, patting his knowing shoulder. she doesn’t much care if people know what she’s about to do to you in this car. in fact, she hopes rumors spread about it. the windows being tinted was all she cared about—no one would get to see her pretty little girlfriend’s faces of pleasure but her. she steps into the car after you and pulls the door closed behind her. she’s thankful for the air conditioning and radio humming lowly in the background, your noses pressed together for a brief moment as she adjusts your seat, pushing you back and ensuring she has enough space in the floorboard. 

you giggle a little, parting your thighs to give her room to sit between. she slinks between them easily, resting her hands on your knees as she peers over her lenses. you lick your lips in anticipation, seeing that anger in her eyes. 

“worked up, babe?” you tease just a little, resting your hand on her head. she raises a brow at you, quietly warning you to watch your attitude. you grin a little, knowing you could push her to her limits after the night that you’ve had—but you’d be the one to reap the consequences. so you lean back against the seat a bit, easing your cunt closer. she looks down at your middle at the movement, but she nods. 

“yeah. i’m a bit worked up.” she groans, bunching your silken skirt up by your thighs. her mouth salivates the closer she leans to the apex of your thighs. she catches your scent, grinning at the arousal already leaking down your legs. “they’re all just dying for a chance at you, hm?” 

you roll your eyes with a satisfied little grin, shaking your head at her. you pull your skirt up some more for her, but you know not to worry about anything further or you’ll further irritate your already ticked off and overzealous girlfriend. “just too scared of you to come around.” you decide to stroke her ego instead. 

she scoffs a little, amusement sparkling in the vast darkness of her emerald eyes. her fingers stroke over the center of your panties, and she hums approvingly at the dampness she can feel beneath. her lips tilt into a smirk, “and you like that?” 

“i love that.” you purr, scratching her scalp a little bit. she smiles softly and pushes the flimsy fabric keeping your cunt from her to the side. she gives you a breathy chuckle, watching the strings of your arousal stick to your panties as she peels them away, she’s enamored. 

“and i love that sloppy pussy, pretty girl.” she whispers, letting her fingers spread your lips apart. you take your lip in between your teeth in anticipation. she lets her slender thumb drag figure eights along your clit, face focused on your hardening tits and shifting face. you’ve always been so sensitive, it’s one of maki’s favorite things about you—how you jerk into her hand as she’s barely touched you, little moans coming from your pursed lips as the sounds of tires squealing outside overtake the music in the car. maki grins—you’re holding up the line, leaving the other zen’in’s no choice but to pull around maki’s signature suv. she chuckles a bit as she leans in, attaching her pink lips to yours, letting her fingers work their magic over your bundle. 

your body drowns in warmth, looking down at your sexy and strong girlfriend giving you head never got old. she always knew how to get you going, possessively shoving you in the back of her car was on the list. you grip at her hair as the pressure from her fingers intensifies, tongue slipping past your lips and straight into the hole—and she moans at the taste of you. your head rolls against the rest behind you, hands weaved into green locks in an effort to grind yourself down on her tongue inside you without moving her fingers. one of her hands pushes your thigh away, keeping you from breaking yet another pair of her glasses. 

she works in perfect time, knowing exactly how to send you over the edge without much work at all. she knows no man could tend to you so easily—making you cum like it was chewing gum or breathing. that’s why only she gets to wear the remnants on her face. you buck into her mouth, whines going high pitched. she taps your thigh, giving you express permission to cum on her face. 

you whimper, the affection in her eyes was enough to send you toppling over the edge. your hips shake, the dam breaking in your gut—your release covers your girlfriend’s tongue as she curls it inside, gathering all the taste of you that she could with a few animalistic moans as she sucks you clean. 

she pants a little as she pulls away from your cunt, tucking your panties back over the mess with a little smile of arrogance. “did that make you feel better, sweetheart?” she asks, pulling your skirt back down as she leans up toward your face. you bend down to meet her, she was still on her knees after all. 

you chuckle, giving her a soft kiss. “i meant to ask you that.” 

[lol-jackles]

I was pursuing your “Destiel” tag (thank you for posting it for that anon, btw, and bringing it back to my attention), and came across this statement from you:

“As a result, douchy Jensen + going off script = other actors trying to cope. My favorite was 2016 because that was when my girlfriend leaned close to the screen and said, "Jared, blink twice if you're being held against your will". Since then Jared had figured out how to handle these ~unscripted~ moments, but Misha hasn't.”

What was the moment in particular at 2016 JIB that made your girlfriend say that? Or what was Jensen going at that one? Wasn’t Gen at that one, too?

Also, what would you say Jared’s strategy has been in dealing with Jensen (when drunk) on stage at JIB? And why does Jensen seem “meaner” to Jared at JIB than at CE or AHBL cons? Which is closer to thier actual dynamic, do you think?

And I just have to add, it was pretty amusing seeing Misha momentarily (sadly not longer) regret his life choices at, was it 2019 JIB, where he pointed out the Destiel shirt and Jensen yelled about “where is it real?” Do you think Jensen was actually annoyed in this panel? I say yes, but my brother says no.

Jensen seems to keep it together more at JIBs post pandemic, but I was at JIB 13, and he gave off a huge air of just being over the whole thing by his solo Sunday panel. And he and Rich were essentially running out the clock by being loud idiots (my ears still hurt from being near a speaker).

They all claim to love JIB, but they also all seem pretty over it come Sunday.

Sorry that got long. Would love to see your response to any parts.

This was the first time I briefly talked about the infamous Jib con. Back in 2016 I used to think their co/dependent friendship was doomed at the 10-year mark because when one isn’t adjusting to the changing time, then the idolatries friendship can’t last more than 10 years at best.  I listed a few examples (X) from a feminist blog about women ending their female friendships, a woman ending her friendship with a male friend (X) Oliver Broudy’s story of ending his 10-year friendship with a college friend (X).  These friendships ended because one of them was stuck and making more and more demands on the unstuck friend.  We know happened after season 10 wrapped up (X) (X).

Anyways, what got my girlfriend's attention was Jared looking like a tug of war rope between Gen and Jensen and the boys. Regular corporate SPN cons in the U.S are already a male-dominated atmosphere bordering on frat boy shenanigans. At least there are corporate handlers and security to help keep the actors in line, plus alcohol are banned for actors. Jib cons are fan-run with no handlers and alcohol are allowed, and usually there are no actresses because the cost of the extra Jensen/Misha and Jared/Misha panels means some actors are going to get cut out and it’s usually the actresses. Without female colleagues around, the men really rile each other up at Jib cons, it’s part of their bonding and one-upmanship rituals. I think why Gen rarely participated in SPN cons is because she didn't want to be around all that dude energy. But 2016 was different because I think she blamed herself for leaving the 2015 British con early and is still traumatize that she nearly lost Jared few days later, so Gen agreed to let Jared drag bring her to Jib con. Men don’t like wives/girlfriends homing in on their bro times and Jensen was noticeable irritated that Jared’s wife was there and during the closing ceremony Jensen used air quotations marks while talking about Gen’s marriage to Jared who had his arms wrapped around her. He looked peeved at Jensen and then then laughed it off because what else could he do on stage?

(Side note: it’s not easy for men to find male friends and keeping them.  I hated the movie I love you, man because it was too familiar, and Paterson made me uneasy because Adam Driver's character has no male friends and he's more than okay with that because he has a wife.)

Jensen seems "meaner" not just to Jared but to every actor there, especially Misha. At these fan-run conventions, there are no "scripts" (guidelines actually) to follow. Most actors were still going by the guidelines from corporate-run conventions when they're on stage, but not Jensen because it's part of his upmanship as a way to both bond and dominate others. It's a Ryan Seacrest and Brian Dunkleman type situation. Maybe Jensen learned this trick from Ryan who used to be his roommate. Misha is not a natural improviser, his guest appearance on Whose Line Is it Anyways shows that, so he's the least apt at handling Jensen's off script moments. Half the time Jensen wasn't actually drunk but acts like it to avoid the inevitable asinine Destiel-loaded questions from the hellers in the audience.

Jared's strategy was about the same at pre-2016 JIB cons and CE cons because he's pretty apt at smoothing things over between Jensen and the fans. At the infamous 2013 New Jersey con a self-claiming bisexual girl tried to ask Jensen a loaded Destiel question and he snapped at her with, “don’t ruin it for everybody” and Jared immediately calmed Jensen down and salvaged the rest of the experience for sane fans.

Stuff like this is closer to their real life dynamic as the Giver and the Taker. If you read the "codependency tag", Jared the Giver cleans up the messes the Taker make. Givers think they're helping but they're actually enabling and don't improve things. Jensen's reputation took a slight hit, and it took a few years for the New Jersey con to be memory-holed. Apparently Jensen didn't learn from this and 3 years later mocked a girl wearing a "Destiel is real" shirt at the 2019 JIB. Misha told Jensen to not “fight with fans” and Jared was gesturing to a fan in the front row as if saying don’t look at me look at him. That may answer your question, Jared stopped trying to calm Jensen down and instead focus on heading off fans who gets too snippy at Jensen, like at a DC con few years back where a girl was trying to look cool but came off sounding hostile towards Jensen, so Jared left the stage and hugged the stuffings out of the girl, deflating her hostile-sounding voice.

I don't think I've seen Jensen's solo panel at JIB13, but he's usually looks like he's watching the clock during his Jared-less panels so that's nothing new. It's been the case for many years and a common complaint by fans, it's why CE stopped having solo J panels early on because Jensen needs a scene partner. It goes back to why Jensen works better as a scene-stealing supporting actor instead of a leading man. How Jensen made Dean Winchester have memorable moments was by putting his focus on the other person.  By using this method, Jensen can stop worrying about how he’s going to say his lines and speak intuitively, this helps make Dean appear truthful to the audience.  It may be why Jensen doesn’t read scripts ahead of time.   Jensen doesn’t go into a scene looking to do a scene, instead he goes in looking to be open and give over to how the other person (in this case, Jared playing Sam) makes him feel.  This method worked great for Jensen when his character has Sam to focus on, and Jensen has Jared to react to.  It’s why Dean’s dying moments with Sam in the barn works so well in the series’ finale.

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You probably heard of the saying, “acting is reacting”.

A demon’s acting philosophy in The Good Place: “Demons have to learn that Acting Is Reacting.  And Reacting Is Pre-acting. But Pre-acting? Well, that’s just being.”  

While “acting is reacting” gets mocked in the acting community because it’s a trap alot of actors fall into by adjusting their truthful inner life to their assumptions about the text.  Good acting is adjusting the text to your authentic emotion which is the result of the other person.  This where Jensen’s good acting comes from and it’s become his comfort zone and made him a multimillionaire by his mid 30s.  He’s in what my acting coach calls “the truthful contact”, it’s where actors are taught the first stage of authentic acting.  The next stage is “crafting”.  When you’re working solo without a screen partner, your skill at crafting becomes vital.  Crafting means anywhere from ability to endow meaning to objects so they have emotional meaning is important, or effectively get across justifications and point of views.  

[romaevelizz]

Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹

II. Spill my guts

sum: tsukishima finding himself thinking a bit more of the nekoma manager, maybe looking a bit more into her wont be to bad..

Warnings: Tsukishima being a Cutsie little stalker, cursing, teasing, not really proffered! Mention of past relationship.

(III.)

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He hated it he hated this feeling, it didn’t help how his teammates would talk about ‘Nekomas pretty manger’ it irritated him how Tanaka and Noya practically drooled over her when they brought her up. What made it worse is when yamaguchi let it slip that he had ran into her in the hallway. The two second years going crazy that he had gotten that close to her.

“Common you don’t even know her name!” Noya groaned.

“Why would I even ask she ran into me.” He said.

Tanaka punched him in the arm “you didn’t even say sorry just walked away, how could you she’s gorgeous.” He complained.

Tsukishimas rubbed his arm rolling his eyes, oh he apologized. Not that he wanted to, remembering the moment making him frown. “Ask Kiyoko, they hugged after the game.” Kageyama spoke up.

The three snapping their heads towards the first year. “You’re so smart!” Noya and Tanaka cried pushing off of Tsukishima.

He found it sad how desperate they were to find out her name, why did they even need it? He thought she’s not even around her it’s not like they’d go out with her. To them she was just a pretty face and that pissed tsukishima off, at lest have the decency to ask her name in person. What made this more dreadful is the he wanted to know her name to, to be truthful he’d looked up their roster and coaching staff but didn’t find a name that would fit her. God maybe he was worse than them for doing that.

“SHE HAS AN INSTAGRAM!” Tanaka yelled.

Tsukishima groaned standing up, walking by his two upper class men he glanced at the phone they looked at scrolling through her feed.

It wasn’t stalking if her account is public right? Tsukishima opening up his phone as he began to walk home only for him to close it and shove the phone back in his pocket. He groaned closing his eyes, “Everything alright Tsukii?” The sound of his best friends voice was heard from beside him.

Tsukishimas eyes met his, “I’m fine.”

Lie. And yamaguchi could tell, “don’t bs me what’s up. I get if you don’t wanna tell me but I’m here to listen.” He shrugged.

He wanted to tell him, he wanted that Nekomas manager had an attitude, how he haters her bratty tone pissed him off. How she was stuck in his head how she barely touched him but her body spray lingerd on him after, how she smelled of coco butter and vanilla. How stupid he felt. How she pulled an apology out of him and it wasn’t even a real one! God she pissed him off. Especially how nervous he got.

He wanted to throw up.

“Tsukii?”

“Why are they so obsessed with her?”

“Nekomas manager?”

“Yeah”

Yamaguchi paused for a moment “It’s Tanaka and Nishinoya, it’s just the way they are. Plus she is pretty.”

“Is that really all? Over them being a bit girl crazy.” Yamaguchi spoke rubbing the back of his neck.

No. Was he jealous! No that’s stupid. “Just don’t get it I guess, I mean don’t you get tired if it? Them always asking you if you have a girlfriend? If you have a crush.” Tsukishima asked.

“Not really, it’s never bothered me. I mean I do like girls but it’s not my whole personality nor do they like me back at times. Just keep to myself.” Yamaguchi spoke thinking about as he talked.

Tsukishima always disliked the concept of crushes, how one shared feelings for another but can’t tell them. The feeling of falling in love yet waiting just to perhaps be rejected? The obsession that came with it always wanting to talk to said person or being with them. How you can ever get them out of your mind. It was lame, it made him feel sick.

“You like someone don’t you.”

Tsukishimas head Turing to look at his friend. “No, I’m not interested in all of that.” He spoke. Truthfully he wasn’t, he no intention of getting a girlfriend or even talking to someone romantically.

Maybe it was the comfort of his bed, how he laid on his back as he opened Instagram again. Typing in the name tag, pressing on the first profile. Yeah she was known that for sure. Scrolling through her feed, learning she’s social, loves her family, and all around loves taking photos of herself, but how could she not she’s pretty. Her face was made for the lens of a camera.

“Really like putting yourself out there huh..?” He spoke to himself, the moment he said that his finger slipped a pink heart popping up on the screen.

“No.”

“Oh shit!” He sat up quickly. It was a photo of her on the beach sitting up on her knees her hands up blocking the sun from her face. He liked a fucking Bikini post from 6 months ago.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” He groaned. What if he unliked it? She still see it. No that was stupid.

The sound of his door opening made if head turn. “Everything alright Kei!” His mother asked.

“Yeah. Im great just people,” he spoke taking a deep breath before talking to him mom again “I’m alright sorry for worrying you.” He spoke. She nodded closing the door.

“No fucking way!”

“What a little stalker.” She spoke softly her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

“Who’s a stalker?”

“Nobody. Some kid I met a little over a week ago.” Yn spoke to her older brother.

He groaned pushing off the doorway. She laughed lightly pressing on his profile. Not a very out there guy hmm.. he had a few post. Her thumb lingered over the follow button, “fuck it.” Pressing it setting her phone down.

The little buzz of her phone making her smirk, peeking at her phone ‘keitsukiishima_07’ followed you back.

She picked up her phone a giddy grin on her face, opening the messages. Oh she was about to give this kid so much shit.

She couldn’t help but laugh, lord he was dry tho.

Tsukishima on the other hand threw his phone on his bed the blonde now standing up, “so stupid.”

Yet when he found himself back in his bed he opened the chat once more, only to close it. No. He’s going to bed. Forgetting about what just happened and going to sleep. If only it was that easy, tossing and turning but he couldn’t sleep, he’d being lying if he wasn’t waiting for another text.

Didn’t matter what it was. But he’d be damned if he text her.

She wasn’t much different, but she waited till the next day.

“Kuroo are we inviting Karasuno to the summer camp?” She asked standing infront of his desk.

He looked up at her his face scrunching “I think.”

“Why-“

“Thank you!” She spoke leaving his classroom.

Maybe she didn’t have to wait as long as she thought to see him. Her summer break go free labored babysitting wouldn’t be to bad. She’d have a first year to pick on.

It was wierd how she found herself back looking at those three post, one of him reading a book somthing his friends probably took, the two other of him on a hike. A taller women, blonde, standing next to him, his mom she guessed how he held her just as close as she did him a half smile on his face. One most would think is fake and forced but it was genuine Tsukishima Kei was a mamas boy.

Her eyes scanned the phone as she continued to look, a notification popping up.

‘Tetsu(hater)😒’

‘Your ex is gonna be at the camp wanted to give you heads up!’

Her once smile dropping. Gross. Common, I mean sure he’s part of a team that’s friends but common. She was thankful for the heads up but she felt sick. He was gonna be there at that camp for 2 almost 3 weeks. God damn it. She could feel tears weld up in her eyes, she hated it. They’ve been apart for over 5 months. And now she had to see his stupid fucking face. It made her sick.

Felt as if she would spill her guts.

[butchpeace]

I know you're trying to help, but colleges have high rape statistics, and women can't even trust other women to not be pickmes and use them to attract males, or even set them up to be raped. Even their own mothers. Some women pimp other women and children out to rapists. All I see on this website is doomerfems saying we will never see female liberation within our lifetime, much less the next five years. So let the fake ftms transition, because it's really not any worse than what we live through. I'd say our existence is equally bad because we're both females, but we're trading possible male privilege for better health in a world where our health isn't taken seriously anyway, where we suffer and die and are ignored when we're in pain anyway. And they're trading slightly worse health for occasional male privilege, which includes better healthcare, despite the transing their health and lives are still probably better and more free than ours. We suffer because of birth control, barely understood menstruation, rapist gynos, rapist doctors, a host of female health conditions, constantly being talked over or ignored, and the rage of rape ape moids. We can't even go places alone without being killed or raped. We're not free. If I were okay with looking like an ugly moid I would transition too. The only reason I suffer is for my good looks as a female and not scare off my girlfriend, otherwise I would trans myself and have major dysphoria about looking like a hideous masculine woman and my girlfriend would understandably leave me. So we just hide in our home and live in fear. If a woman can escape that, let her.

The problem with this take is that female transitioners have significantly worse health outcomes than women who don’t transition. Because our bodies are still female, and doctors don’t know anything about female health, we’re subject to all the same issues, plus the ones we get from being on testosterone, binding, and surgeries.

Masculinized women often face additional obstacles to receiving competent reproductive healthcare due to being medically altered and androgynous. Healthcare discrimination is real. The unknowns of testosterone’s effects on other aspects of our health also lead to less competent care in every other medical field too. The “doctors” in trans clinics (more often RNs) are truly incompetent in every way.

I can’t understate how dangerous it is to willingly put yourself in that precarious situation. It kills people.

TIFs also suffer high rates of sexual assault and abuse, especially if they date men. Even when they’re lucky enough to “pass”, they are still female and are still treated as such by partners. They are still on average smaller and weaker than men. I’ve personally heard stories of TIFs being assaulted by doctors too, including by doctors in the trans industry. “Male privilege” is only granted in some situations and under the requirement that no one finds out she’s a woman.

To top it all off, you suffer from the inescapable psychological trauma that’s inherent to medical transition, and the mental illness inherent to trying to hide your biological sex.

The bottom line is that you don’t escape sex-based oppression by identifying out of your sex. You just take on a whole new set of problems in addition to the ones you already have.

[k4ntynews]

my favorite abbott characters from least to most and why:

- mr. johnson

he’s funny, but he reminds me of my hotep uncles and i don’t need a reminder that men like that exist

- melissa

she’s a great character but her character works the least with a mockumentary sitcom because she’s so closed off, we get the fewest amount of vulnerable moments with her. plus her storyline with gary could’ve given us more tbh.

- jacob

he’d be higher if he hadn’t have broken up with zach 😒. he really balances the ensemble out, low key the best buffer for all the characters. i like the relationship he develops with the other characters, on their own none of them stand out, but he is the glue that keeps everyone together.

- gregory

i honestly hate gregory in reference to him and janine, if he wasn’t so real and relatable he’d be lower. i like how weird he is and how everyone around him is just like “yeah that’s gregory, he’s weird, we like him”. from one weirdo to the next he truly speaks to me.

- janine

i truly have nothing bad to say about janine, she is probably the most baby girl character to ever exist, she is my baby. she’s had the most character development, and she tries so hard like how can you not love her and want her to win??? now if she only learned to leave dusties alone (sorry gregory)

- ava

my wife’s wife, my girlfriend’s girlfriend, the only woman id ever let cuck me. she’s also had really good character development. low key wish her smart era lasted longer, it was so funny. im hope we see her interact with her sorority and i hope they dive more into the elitism in those circles.

- barbara

sheryl could literally walk on my screen and id cry. she is THE moment and THAT lady. she has the second most character development but i do feel like some of her development keeps getting repeated. like she’s already done the insecure about getting old thing, but if that’s gonna be like her thing, then i get it.

[sohoharlem]

I doubt Sebastian will do anything "shocking" with Annabelle, because the reaction to their relationship wasn't extreme, and I'll die on the hill that the things he did with Alejandra, were just stubborn reactions to the worst amount of hate to date, not because she was a special one in his line up of gfs (considering how quickly he moved on, I feel validated in that opinion). Unless/until Annabelle is seen with a rock or bump, which might very well happen. He's in the typical "gotta settle down" age for men and she seems to be a more reasonable choice than Alejandra. The most telling thing he has done that could be a sign of him being very serious with her, is that he brought his mother to the wedding of Annabelle's brother, instead of just attending alone as Annabelle's plus one.

Thank you for your view on this and I think a good portion of people would agree with you. Anyone is free to add on or comment on this as well.

If I may add my personal two cents on this, I’ll break it down. About the first part, comparing it to Ale and how he felt about Ale, I think that does depend on a lot of how you viewed their relationship at the time. Quite a lot thought similar to what you just stated, but there was a good part of the fandom that was convinced he genuinely liked Alejandra a lot and some even thought they were going to get engaged and thought she was going to be it, but probably wouldn’t last.

I think that what happens when Sebastian gets a new girlfriend is that people tend to kind of forget how the one before some people also thought it was serious, too. Does this make sense? I hope it does. It’s like the second a new woman enters the picture, that memory wipe thing from men in black is clicked on.

But going on that train of thought about Ale/Annabelle, I think they might be equally as serious BUT what calls my attention to it being very different as well and making Annabelle sometimes feel more “concrete” , even if it’s just for the time being if it doesn’t work out, is her age/work ethic/social media use/goals etc.

I think she’s a more realistic idea of what he looks for for something longer term and some fans see that as well, and it’s what gives most people the impression that it feels more serious than Ale. That and the fact that they seem more “private” as well, but I stand firmly behind that the reason Ale was projected so much on the web was because she was trying to get PR from him AND she used Social Media a lot more than Annabelle does. I think that gave it a bit of a -serious vibe, but even then a lot of people (at the time) really were convinced him and Ale were serious, too. We shouldn’t forget that. I think that’s what shocked most; the rapid decline after the clothing hanger pic.

About a pregnancy, who knows. I always feel really weird speculating about this topic just because having children is such a sensitive topic to some. Even though he might say he wants to be a dad and she might say she wants to be mom (not sure if she has), that’s the limit of the info they’ve publicly shared unless they say something additional. Some women have trouble conceiving, and sometimes maybe they don’t even want to have kids together or it has not even come up in discussions yet. There’s so much behind it. I always feel weird unless there something evident like a obvious uterus bump (not bloating. These piss me off too. I’ve seen woman that from speculation over bloating would’ve have five kids by now lol) or a very very clear sign or statement. But I do understand speculating if it would happen I guess. We know he wants to be a father one day. Does he want to be one now? We don’t know. There’s so little we actually know about the topic. Does he want one with Annabelle? We don’t know. Fans can only guess based off things we’ve seen publicly shown which isn’t always reliable.

Fans can always speculate and guess based off things we already know but the only real confirmation is it if actually happens, which so far I don’t see it has. Obviously, none of us really know him or what he actually thinks. We can all just take personal guesses. I’m not sure if I see him wanting to have a child yet, but that’s just me, so it means squat lol.

When was the last time they were even spotted together?

[mithliya]

new bi anon. Yall it's not as complicated as you make it seem.

Maybe yall are just bi, and men are just THAT fucking ugly and undesirable.

A lot of women seem so hellbent on "justifying" their attraction to men somehow. They think it's not "fair" that they "have to" identify with the label of "bisexual" since they don't want to "be straight" irl, because again, real life men are repulsive and annoying. If you crave male intimacy, ya aint a lesbian.

Nothing wrong with being bisexual. You don't have to go through hoops to explain away or justify your bisexuality. It's fine. A lot of ssa leaning bi women share the same expirience.

Bi women can be cool and fun and have girlfriends while still being bi, I promise you, yall don't gotta play these games bro 😭😭😭

absolutely, it’s ok if ur bi and don’t want to be with men. it doesn’t mean ur actually a lesbian or anything of the sort, in fact there are bi women out there who cut men out of their dating pool and they’re still bi. plus way too many bi women only date men and still call themselves bi, so why should a bi woman only dating women not own her sexuality too? if anything it’ll help many bi girls & women see that they can also date & prioritise women & perhaps help them have a bisexual figure to relate to more.

that said, i can understand being confused. i spent like 4 years or so where i was really conflicted on my sexuality. it can be confusing and unclear especially if there’s stuff to work through and make sense of. i always advise to just take your time and not worry too much about labelling urself, if u aren’t sure then it’s ok to take time to figure it out. eventually you’ll know regardless because no matter how much society tries to fuck with your sexuality & make you repress yourself, it ultimately becomes clear regardless

[ruminate88]

Truth about losing weight after emotional abuse:

09/08/24 9:07 pm

First off, people on the outside see you struggling in the toxic environment and try to say things to help you out BUT you take it as they’re not “supporting you” AND you have real and genuine feelings involved. You think you love this person and you are confused why they are one minute happy with you but upset the next. My ex Andrew promised me change in our relationship 3 different times. He swore to me that I was his priority and that he wanted me. 😐 yet he continued to be distant and keep me at an arms length. I felt I’m begging him to let me “love him” and I’m POURING out my undying love to him. I was SO EMOTIONAL with him…. But I got nothing!

I would send Andrew so many long paragraphs in our text messages to each other and I would express my love and confusion. I begged him for answers many times to why he was so distant from me and struggling to let me closer but he would not give me answers. He always just said what I wanted to hear. My girlfriends KNEW I was upset all the time but anytime they tried to say anything to me, I got super defensive 😓

Andrew wasn’t even my 1st toxic relationship and yet I was not self aware back then. I was completely in the dark but knew these men were breaking my heart. I hadn’t fully grieved my ex Cody ghosting me because I met Andrew less than 6 months after. Andrew kept me in a constant emotional and anxious state of mind. One minute Andrew feels super close to me but the next minute he feels worlds apart from me. I constantly feared he was breaking up with me but he never did. I actually tried to end it 3 times myself.

Towards the very end of the relationship, it was so confusing and challenging that up was now down and left was right. He says he wants me but he’s acting like he is so bored with me. Giving me short replies but continues to cry “I’m not good enough for you.” Says it so many times to me but won’t tell me why he feels that way. YET won’t break up with me either AND I found out he was texting my friend for a month behind my back…. I was in constant turmoil with him and couldn’t remember to eat and my stomach shook so hard when he would get overly defensive towards me. My heart was crushed to a million pieces every time he pushed me away 💔 I THOUGHT I LOVED HIM BUT I WAS CONFUSED 🥺🥺💔

whenever I finally blocked his number, I had got into a new relationship already that felt very safe and I end up marrying this new guy not even a year and a half later after breaking up with Andrew. It all changed for me fast! As I felt safe, I begin to eat more than I ever had before. I gain some weight and I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been but during covid, my stomach gave way, I had constant burning in my esophagus and I lost all the weight plus some and began to keep losing weight even when I’m not trying to!! People don’t know why and get scared for me. People that haven’t seen you in awhile, wanna know if you’re sick or if you’re purposely doing it for vain reasons 😝🙈

People are truly worried. They talk and make comments. It’s just what people do. I just smile at them and let them know it’s not on purpose but that I’m ok. I don’t tell them why or say that I’m “sick”. I blamed covid at first till I learned about emotional abuse and then started to really think about when I struggled with stomach issues and it does go back to when I was with Andrew. However, I’m getting better the more I learn about everything and I become more at peace in myself ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥰

It’s easy to get overwhelmed when people constantly say “oh wow! You’re so skinny! What happened to you??” And they look like they have seen a ghost 👻 aha At first I was upset cuz everyone was telling me something was wrong with me, how it’s not normal to lose so much weight at once but, I struggled to eat. During covid I could only eat an apple 🍎 😝😳 that was the only thing that didn’t burn in my esophagus. You don’t just tell people, “oh yeah, I have digestive issues cuz I was in an abusive relationship…” that doesn’t sound right and not everyone understands!!!!! It’s not a hot topic that is easy to talk about. That’s why I use this account to journal and share my feelings without an identity. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Only choosing to talk to people I feel can give me sound advice and not judge me!!! 🙏🏻

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

three's company too!

pairing: chreon x reader

cws/tags: pwp, ddlg, breeding kink, oral, unprotected p in v, anal, threesome, two dudes jerking each other off and it is gay bc they're married (but also they have a girlfriend?!), use of princess parts (sorry), pacifier mention, age gap, degradation but only towards leon, praise towards reader

summary: filth. leon and chris are married (old man yaoi is real), and they meet reader on a dating app and she becomes their little girl.

a/n: i audibly sighed while trying to think of what to say here. sorry for the random three's company reference at the end? i don't really plan when I write and that song is now stuck in my head.

i have not proofread this enough but i've been working on it for so long i'm falling asleep at my computer

wc: 4k

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You met on a dating site. You used to hate those profiles of married couples “looking for a third”, but it was two men, which was novel, and both of them were sexy as Hell to put it mildly. DILFs, yeah, that’s the word. 

You met up at a bar despite the fact that neither of them were very into drinking. You were nervous about the idea of going on a date with two middle-aged men, and were grateful for the liquid courage, especially after you learned they were both hotter in person. The taller one smelled like cigarettes, and the shorter one smelled like the leather of his jacket. Both of them had naturally sultry voices that already made you feel an aching sensation building between your thighs despite the conversation being innocuous.

Chris and Leon. Taller and shorter. Older and younger. Brown-eyed and blue-eyed. Top and bottom, you later found out. The fact that they worked in the same field and were both physically attractive were the only two things the two had in common. Oh, and the fact that they slept in the same bed. 

Their profile indicated that they were looking for someone to be their little girl. You, of course, inquired further through messages before meeting up, but there was still much to work out in regards to this unusual situation.

“Are you looking for a girlfriend or a child to adopt?” you asked, playfully, knowing - hoping - the former was the answer. 

“We might be old, but we still understand how dating apps work. We would’ve gone to an adoption agency if we wanted a literal baby.”

DD/LG was just a fantasy until then. 

“How far are you willing to go?”

Pacifier? Yes. Plastic cutlery? Yes. “Princess parts”? Yes, Daddy. 

Daddy and Dada.

Sometimes Daddy’s gone, sometimes Dada’s gone, but someone has to be there to take care of baby. 

Someone has to dress you, brush your hair and kiss your cheeks. Most importantly, someone has to fuck you. Living with one hot man is hard enough, but two – you feel like you’re constantly going shopping for new panties since you’re always wet around them. It’s a good thing you don’t have to pay for anything yourself. 

The idea of three people being in a romantic partnership is still pretty new to the world, so you have your worries about the stares you might get when people see you out on dates. Luckily, your busy boyfriends like to spend most of their free time in the bedroom - or on the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, and of course, the shower. 

You’re their little toy, in a way. It’s like playing with a Barbie doll, except Barbie usually gets dressed up, while you spend a lot of your time undressed. Plus, Barbie has a career outside of being a hot girl. You don’t - and it’s fucking phenomenal. Currently, besides playing with your daddies, you’re working on finishing all 43 animated Barbie movies. So far, Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses has proved to be the best. You’re halfway through the movie and three-quarters of the way through a bowl of popcorn when Leon - Dada - comes through the door, looking worn out despite the fact that it’s early afternoon. 

He gains energy quickly when you greet him with a hug and a kiss. Without even bothering to turn the TV off, Leon throws you over his shoulder and walks you to the bedroom. 

“Hey! What are you doing? I was busy,” you whine, flailing helplessly - not that you’re trying very hard to get away. 

All you get in response is a light smack on the ass, and maybe it’s the blood rushing to your head while you’re in this position, or maybe it’s anticipation of the pleasure that’s to come, but it makes you feel dizzy.

It feels like your mind is going fuzzy, and all you can think about is Leon’s body above yours, his warm hands and gentle touch, the way his stubble tickles your skin from your neck to your inner thighs, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. By the time his cock is in your mouth, your brain is blank. 

You’re more than satisfied by Dada, but when Daddy comes home, you’re happy to have him too.

Daddy gets to have you the way he wants you: completely fucked-out since Dada has already taken his turn with you. When Chris' cock slides into you, drool is already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He wipes it off with the pad of his thumb and coos at you, "got yourself all messy, huh, baby girl?"

You babbled on and on while Leon had his way with you - so much so that he shoved a pacifier between your lips - now you've got nothing but the occasional, hoarse, 'Daddy'. Chris can tell that Leon fucked your throat, which he has insisted that Leon not do, even if (and when) you ask for it.

"It's too much for her. I worry about her, okay?"

"But not about me? You did that to me yesterday." (Leon's voice is hoarse like yours).

"You're a grown man, Leon. You can take it. Plus, I know you like it."

It's not like Leon can argue with that.

When Daddy finds you, you've got nothing on but mismatched socks - which you clearly picked out yourself - and panties covered in a white sticky substance, another sign that Dada had gotten to be inside you first.

There's no rivalry between Chris and Leon - that's the kind of thing that exists between friends who try to share a woman, but Chris and Leon are not friends. Friends don't have matching wedding bands.

Yeah, your Dada and Daddy don't only fuck you, they also fuck each other. You're the only one who gets jealous - that is, when they have sex without you.

Chris was already deep inside Leon when they both heard a whimper in the doorway and craned their necks to see you with a trembling lower lip and tears threatening to fall from your glossy eyes.

"Oh, baby," Leon coos. He's quick to shove Chris off of him, so he can coddle you. Luckily, Chris finds it amusing the way Leon breaks so easily. All you have to do is pout and he caves to your every wish.

You learn that Dada caves easier, but Daddy caves harder. Dada will give you a snack and sit you down in front of the TV, but Daddy - after a bit more convincing - will hold you until you both fall asleep on the couch, watching your favorite movie for the umpteenth time.

This is the dynamic, not only in regards to rewards, but also in regards to punishments. Dada is irritable and will give you a light smack on the bottom if you bother him after he told you not to, but Daddy will give you the silent treatment after you throw a tantrum.

Of course, when Chris sees the consequences of his own actions - you, teary-eyed in Leon's lap - he apologizes in the way he knows you like most.

With kisses.

Everywhere. Especially there.

It's a weekend, so everyone's in a good mood, but you are particularly cheery when Chris takes you to bed to have playtime with him. When he lays you down on the bed, intending to kiss you, you begin to sing a little tune to him.

Daddy and Baby sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage.

Chris can get on board with the first part of your song. He sure as Hell is going to kiss you, and fuck, if he doesn't love you, and if it were possible to be married to more than one person, he might do just that.

It's the final detail that concerns him.

"Uh-uh. No baby in a carriage."

"Why not, Daddy?" you whine.

"Because I've got my baby right here." The kisses have already begun trailing down your neck, and continue to make their way downwards.

"But, Daddy, I want you to give me a baby."

"If you keep whining, you're not gonna get anything."

Chris can deny you his cock and still get sucked off, and you know this. Dada is a slut. The good thing is that when Chris is done using Leon to quell his frustrations, Leon will come find you, dick hard and ready in his hand.

So, when you sing the song to Dada because it's very catchy and now it's stuck in your head, he shushes you sweetly and then, takes one tit in each hand, giving one a playful suck and pulling off with a pop and saliva slick lips. 

You get your spit-covered chin from your Dada. Daddy doesn't have those same pathetic tendencies. You're not pathetic, Leon is. You once got confused when Chris said this, so Daddy had to rush over to hold you and kiss your teary cheeks.

Your eyes are a little watery by the time Dada actually takes your panties off - you've nearly cum from him licking you through the fabric. You kick your legs in excitement when Leon spits on your clit, dragging it down your cunt with his fingers which work you open efficiently. He has you cum once on his tongue while you tug at his hair - you're the only person allowed to do that - before he positions himself at your entrance.

Simultaneously more and less clear-headed, you say to Leon, "Daddy didn't like my song. Did you like it?"

He could say 'yes' and move on but he can't think straight so he blurts out, "what song?" and has to hear the verse again. "It's pretty baby," Leon says when you finish singing. He kisses your forehead before sliding into you. "Just like you."

"He said 'no baby'," you pout.

"What did he say 'no' about, baby?" Leon caresses your cheek, trying to soothe you after Daddy denied his baby something. Leon can't handle seeing you even the slightest bit sad.

"Dada," you whine, though Leon's not poking fun, he really doesn't understand the miscommunication. "No baby in the baby carriage!"

"You asked him for a baby?" Leon's breath hitches as he bottoms out. You must be doing this on purpose, he thinks. Talking to him about making a baby while he's inside you. You haven't even asked him yet and he's ready to say 'yes'. He's ready to beg.

"Yeah, I wanted Daddy to put a baby in me."

Leon doesn't care that you're not talking about him, he's lost all semblance of rational thought when you say, 'put a baby in me'.

"Dada, can you give me a baby?"

"Shit, baby," he hisses, "gonna make me cum."

Leon should be embarrassed – he's been inside you for less than five minutes and he's already nearing the edge. He's closer to 50 than 20. Chris cannot find out about this. Leon can hear Chris taunting him with one hand around his cock, jerking him off from behind and the other clamped over his mouth so he doesn't wake you up as you sleep soundly - in a t-shirt and panties - on the other side of the bed. It's a memory, not a fantasy.

The memory brings him closer. He's moaning loudly, but he's still quieter than you when you beg him not to pull out.

"Dada, please, oh, please." The way you squeeze around him is unintentional. "Want it inside."

"Yeah? Not gonna let me pull out?'

You wrap your legs around him as you cry out in pleasure, orgasm coursing through your veins.

"Oh fuck," Leon groans. "Dada's gonna put a baby in you, yeah?"

You hear the last few words as you come down from your high, shaking and squirming.

"Gotta stay still and be good, baby. I know you can do it. You're my good girl."

Leon grips your thighs and increases his speed. He wants to get there faster, knowing you're overstimulated. He also wants to make you scream. He wants Chris to hear you begging him to get you pregnant.

"Please, Dada, please. I want you to put a baby in me"

"I know, baby, I know. I–" You clamp down around him, your body trying to take what you so desperately need from him. He tries so hard to be gentle with you but you make it nearly impossible. Leon holds your legs to your chest so he fuck you deeper.

With a string of expletives, Leon cums inside you.

Once he regains the thoughts in his mind and the feeling in his dick, Leon pulls out of you and watches you ruin his sheets more than you already had. He's sweating like he just ran a marathon, he realizes when he runs his hand through his hair and finds it sticking to his forehead.

When he leans down to kiss you, you tell him, "Ew, Dada, you're all sticky!"

"I'm all sticky?" He swipes his fingers across your cunt and brings them to your face. "No, you're all sticky."

You pout and he takes the opportunity to wipe his fingers clean on your bottom lip.

"I'm gonna go get something to clean up with, alright?" he says, leaving you with a kiss on each temple.

Leon's barely left the bed when Chris walks in with a look on his face that makes Leon feel guilty for an unknown reason.

"Dada said bad words," you announce with a grin.

"Oh, did he now?" Chris asks, looking at Leon.

"When? Was it when I came? I don't remember what I said - I probably blacked out."

"Daddy, he needs a spanking."

Chris stifles a laugh - he's never even thought to spank Leon despite the fact that, if his actions were put up against the rules you're supposed to abide by, he would be considered very naughty.

"Oh yeah?" Chris gives you a wink before reaching over to smack Leon on the ass, hard enough to leave a handprint.

"What the f- heck was that? Are you really going to reward tattletale behavior?" The cheeks on Leon's face are as red as the ones on his ass because Chris has a face that can make anyone feel guilty. It must be a cop thing, Leon thinks.

You're laughing so hard your eyes are watering as you watch from the bed until Chris turns to you and says, "You think this is funny? It's gonna be your turn next."

Chris drops his hardass act when Leon's finally out of the room and he's alone with you.

"I'm just kidding, baby," he says, all soft and sweet. "I would never give you a spanking. You're too cute."

Your tits are out, and Chris can't help but take the opportunity to play with them. When his fingertips meet your sensitive nipples, your whole body jolts in response.

"Too much, baby? Was Dada too rough with you?"

"No, Dada did a good job."

"A good job?"

"Yeah, I asked him for a baby and he said 'yes'."

"So, you wanna have his baby now? Not mine?"

"No, I want both, but you said 'no'."

"I changed my mind, baby. I'll give it to you whenever you want it."

"Now. I want it now."

Chris wants it now too, but you look so tired with those half-lidded sleepy eyes.

"How about a nap first?"

You agree on the condition that he takes one too. He's too lazy to put on pajamas, so he strips down to his underwear, turns out the light, and climbs into bed with you. It's a stupid mistake. He should know you better by now.

When he thinks you're asleep, he hears a rustle in the covers and feels your fingers make their way to his waistband.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't sleep."

Too tired and too hard to argue, he lets you have your way.

"Here," he says, replacing your hands with his own. "Let me do it."

You're already lubed up thanks to Leon so it's easier for him to fuck you, but he's gentle still.

"Can't sleep without me inside you? Is that it?"

You hum and nod before bringing Chris' hand to your mouth. He knows what you want, and he happily gives it over. You suck on his thumb - and, his ring finger might have a vein running straight to his heart, but this one's got a direct line down to his dick.

Chris fucks you nice and slow, letting you nod off while he's balls-deep inside you. There's something satisfying about filling you up while you're sound asleep, making you his while you're still in your dream state, pliant and quiet. He knows you'll be happy to find the mess he left behind when you wake up. The orgasm hits him hard, and he's too tired to pull out and he succumbs to sleep while he's still inside you.

Leon is your alarm clock.

"Had some fun without me?" He's almost offended. Almost.

Chris shushes him, and points to you. He and Leon have mastered the art of silent communication. After a back-and-forth of furrowed brows and grimaces, Leon climbs into bed on the other side of Chris.

With practiced stealth, Chris turns to Leon. "Are you jealous that I came inside her instead of you?"

"No, I'm not jealous at all. I think you're the jealous one. You only wanted to cum inside her because I already did."

Both things can be true.

"So you don't want Daddy to fill you up?" Chris asks, serious about the sex, but at least half-joking about the daddy comment.

"God, just fuck me already," Leon groans, trying to act peeved, but coming off desperate.

“No," Chris says simply. "I'm not rewarding rude behavior."

He gets off on power, on dishing out orders and discipline. It's what he's used to, anyway. It's easy to transition from Captain to Daddy.

Leon's naturally nurturing, and had everything turned out differently, he'd be a great dad – thus, he's a great Dada. But just as that comes naturally, so does submission. He's been trained into it. The leader says and Leon does, shutting off the part of his brain that wants to rebel makes him feel safe. Being a good, mostly obedient agent is what's kept him alive.

He much prefers the consequences for his misbehavior in the bedroom to the ones at work. If he has to end up on his knees, begging for something, he'd much rather it be his husband's dick than his job – both of which fuck him on the regular.

"Want me to apologize? Is that it?" Leon asks.

"No, I want you to shut the fuck up." Chris lifts the covers and Leon knows what to do. He's a well-trained dog when it comes to earning a bone.

Chris turns on the lamp on the bedside table and lowers the bedsheets so that he can see Leon while he fucks his throat. 'Cause he's the type of guy to get sentimental in times like these.

You wake up to the sound of Chris grunting and Leon gagging. It's obvious even in your sleepy haze what they're up to. You turn around, not wanting to be left out.

To everyone's surprise, you take the initiative. "Dada, it's mine," you say nudging him.

Chris looks at you, confused and curious, but the truth is: his cock is yours, just as much as your pussy is his.

Leon, equally intrigued, pulls back and wipes the spit from his mouth. "Want a turn, baby?"

You nod and swiftly take Leon's place. You're even messier than he is – leaving sloppy kisses all over Chris' cock. You're barely awake and already needy. His hands behind his head grip the pillowcase as he hangs on for dear life.

Leon's half-lidded, glossy eyes are perceptive as ever, and one look at Chris has him sliding down his sweatpants so he can fuck his own fist to the sight.

Your fixation on Chris lets Leon get away with stroking himself off for a moment until you notice. The look you give him makes him think you'll scold him somehow, but when you remove his hand – as he suspected you would – you replace it with your own, repeating your words from before, "Dada, it's mine."

"It's yours, baby," he agrees, breathless and dying for your touch.

When your lips meet Leon's cock, he pets the top of your head. "So sweet, baby," he mumbles.

All the while one hand remains on Chris' cock, trying your best to jerk him off simultaneously. Doing two things at once is difficult when you're so passionate about both acts, so Chris wraps his hand around yours, guiding your movements.

"Daddy's so proud of you, doing so good for me."

His praise fuels your dedication, and it doesn't take long for Chris to cum into your hand and Leon in your mouth.

While Chris and Leon are cleaning themselves up, you slip out of bed, but before you get to the door, Chris says, "Where do you think you're going, baby?"

You turn around and shrug.

He stretches his arms out and mouths 'come here' and you climb back into bed to accept the affection he offers you. But while you're in Chris' arms, Leon's lips meet the nape of your neck and his hands trail down your body with a mission in mind.

"I think we need to reward our good girl," Leon says.

Chris’ agreement isn’t verbal. Instead, he turns you around so Leon can have better access to you. You part your legs for Leon, putting your cunt on display, slick with your arousal and his husband’s release. 

“Wow, baby, you’ve got the prettiest princess parts I’ve ever seen.”

It’s something you’ve heard him say countless times before but it never fails to make your cheeks feel hot. 

“Wish I could see ‘em,” Chris says.

Leon’s hands massage your thighs, marveling at the sight before him, before he lays flat on his stomach so that his head is level with your pussy.  

“Will you let Daddy kiss these pretty lips, baby?” Chris whispers in your ear. 

You nod and he cups your chin to guide you gently towards his own lips. It’s hard to kiss him when Leon plays with you. You whimper as his fingers glide along your slit. 

“I think you deserve some special kisses from Dada too,” Leon mumbles before pressing a kiss to your clit. 

You’re a sensitive girl. The pleasure you feel is almost overwhelming as Leon laps at your folds. Your legs quiver as you get closer to the edge, and Leon has to hold them open while Chris soothes you, running his hands down your sides and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

What sounds like ‘Dada’ comes out as a sob as your body jolts with your orgasm. Pleasure courses through you in waves, and you shudder through the aftershocks. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, Chris hoists you up and off the bed. 

“We really need to shower now, baby,” he says, patting you on the bottom as a sign to make your way to the en suite.  

“And clean the sheets,” Leon adds. 

Leon is about to strip the bed when you and Chris stop in the bathroom doorway. “Are you coming?” Chris asks. 

“You think we’ll all fit?” Leon asks. 

“You know what they say…” You chime in. 

“What? Are you gonna sing the Three’s Company song again?”

“No, I was going to say, ‘the more the merrier’, but I can sing it if you want me to.”

Leon sees the glint in your eye and immediately regrets bringing it up. “I’m okay, thanks,” he says with an expectant grin as he walks towards you. 

“Come and knock on our door…” you begin quietly. 

“Alright, Suzanne Somers, get in before the hot water runs out,” Chris says. 

“We’ve been waiting for you…” You sing, looking at Leon, as you step in. 

He follows behind in both step and verse with, “Where the kisses are hers, and his, and his…”

Chris sighs and mutters the final words, “Three’s company too.”

[papirouge]

I’ve joined a gym! was friendly to someone I thought was really sweet and cute, plus he works out, so I got a crush on him

Eventually we talk and! Now, I just learned he has a girlfriend ahhh

Time to move to another country and join another gym. How do people even meet their boyfriends/girlfriends anymore because I won’t join any apps, I don’t like them😓

sorry anon, but the leap between "this cute guy i met at the gym actually have a girlfriend" and "...might as well change country and find another gym😒" is HYSTERICAL 😭

TBH I wouldn't mind my boyfriend being courteous with other women in public space. Isn't what we women ask? men being nice with women without any ulterior motive?

And tbh people find their boyfriend/girlfriend anywhere (I knew a girl who met her child's father while they were both waiting in line for a concert), so I think the advice to go out more is a genuinely great advice if you're actively looking for a boyfriend. It's safer than app as well because meeting someone unprompted is an easier way to clock someone's real personality (comparatively to conversing on a appwhere it' ssuper easy to put up on a persona and lie about ANYTHING). The older I get, the more I'm grateful for never having a boyfriend bc all my girlfriends who did got a lil bit fucked up by those experiences. I mean, we all are, but it's lowkey embarassing becoming as such because of a moid, you feel me? I think you really should ponder what compells you to find a boyfriend, anon? be like everyone else? fit the mold? sex? emotional proximity? Do some introspection, and you'll quickly realize what you actually need goes ay beyond the company of a moid in your life.

[justanisabelakinnie]

YES THANK YOU OMG

It really bothers me so much because like. Women are still underrepresented in media even now. And even if they weren’t, sexism is still a historical thing and the vast majority of media throughout history has centered around men. So even if women had more representation now it would still fail to catch up to the vast majority of male-centric media that already exists out there! I also agree about the lesbophobia and transmisogyny part because often wanting to erase female representation erases them as well. Which is no coincidence since lesbians and trans women are like the least “male-centric” group. Because lesbians don’t like men and trans women want to escape being assigned the label of “man” which the patriarchy detests. Which is why people always complain about characters being canon lesbians or even headcanoned as such, and why they always want to insist that trans female characters(Alluka and Snapdragon come to mind) are/should just be gender-fluid or feminine boys.

I remember in I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou, there was a chapter(page 75, if anyone’s wondering) where she talked about how she was ashamed of being a girl and wanted to be a boy for so long because she was an avid reader who constantly escaped into books and related to the heroic protagonists, but all the stories were about boys. And she felt like a failure who would never amount to anything no matter how smart, brave, and heroic she was because she was “just” a girl.

And like…? Point to ANY boy or man out there who has EVER felt that way from watching or reading media. Who has felt ashamed of being a boy because as a child all the stories they read had female protagonists doing amazing things. IT DOESN’T EXIST. The only people who complain about boys feeling ashamed to be boys because the media they like is too “woke” are whiny soccer moms and right-wing MRA men who are threatened by every work that doesn’t have five men for every woman and lets its female characters be more than just Smurfettes, girlfriends, and damsels in distress. Meanwhile their sons are just enjoying MLP and Ever After High with no problem.

Also even if the protagonist is male you will still see this complaint. Like with Steven Universe people whined and threw a hissy fit and complained that there “weren’t any male Gems”. There are! There’s Steven! Be content with that!

And also while I’m not in this fandom, I saw an AU of The Owl House where they made Hunter the main character instead of Luz and made Amity straight to be his love interest which BOILS my blood beyond belief.

And yeah those idiots making AUs of Jennifer’s Body with men in them are so dumb. I have to wonder why they are into the movie or what lessons they got from it if they’re out here saying shut like “what if it was about BOYS”. Like the first line is literally “hell is a teenage girl” and the movie makes sure to show why. Plus it’s all about female objectification, rape/virginity culture, and lesbian/sapphic longing in a patriarchal society that shames women’s sexuality while also telling them that they just appeal to men. Plus, how did they forget about lines like “PMS isn’t real, Needy, it was invented by the boy-run media to make us seem crazy.” Or Needy standing up to the leader of the band when they slutshame Jennifer(unfortunately it got Jennifer in a load of trouble but still). Or all the themes about the Madonna-Whore Complex? Or Needy killing the band(I don’t remember what they’re called, they’re frankly irrelevant to me EDIT: They're called Low Shoulder I'm dumb as all hell) at the end of the movie? Like, why do they think she did that? Seriously??? I also can’t forget the “‘are you guys rapists?’ ‘God, I hate girls.’” Part either. The entire story is about women’s roles in society in multiple ways that I can’t even go into now but HELLO?! WAKE UP!!! Misogyny exists you know! Women are still an oppressed and marginalized class! Our stories deserve to be told!

These guys are the type to tune into shows like this and only focus on the male characters and then wonder why they’re getting “shafted” lol.

But I’ve talked enough so I’ll stop here. Anyway I’m so glad you agree with me. I promise to those guys that their balls won’t fall off if a show that’s not about them exists. The world doesn’t revolve around you and that includes fiction.

Nah but it's the way every time a story features or is about women or a woman's story, people always want to try to make it about men or say "what if there were men instead?"

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Six: the Musical both have parts of their fanbase(although thankfully in Six it's not the majority) saying that there should be a version with all men or going "what if this female main cast had a male main cast instead"? Even though the point of both is to provide representation for women, MLP is about how there's no wrong way to be a girl and changing the way girls'/girly shows are seen as shallow and less good, and giving girls multiple strong female characters to see themselves in instead of just one token/cookie cutter archetype, while Six is all about REAL-LIFE women whose lives were destroyed because of misogyny, it is all about girl power(same as mlp) and women getting to reclaim their stories from a patriarchal society that shortchanged and silenced their voices throughout history, but no let's make it about men lol.

The same is true for Sailor Moon, I have seen some people say that it's sexist or "misandrist"(as if that's even a thing lol) because it's all about women and the women are more powerful and how Tuxedo Mask "always needs to be saved" like goddamn let the girls be the heroes who save the world for once.

And for that matter PRECURE. Unpopular opinion that will surely get my head bitten off by fans but I don't think Precure NEEDS male Cures and it's not "erasing" feminine boys or saying boys can't be feminine or "reinforcing gender roles" to point that out. Precure is a franchise about female characters being the heroes and main characters who are powerful while also being feminine, it's supposed to place the women center stage and give them the spotlight when most media doesn't do that, trying to fit boys in it is just ruining that message imo. Tbh I would be happy if there were no male Cures at all, idgaf about your "but let boys be feminine" shit cuz I mean yeah but like go watch Cute High Earth Defense Club Love or something, that show seems more your speed(@ sexist Precure fans who say this, not you). I once got my comments removed TWICE for trying to point this out to someone, to the point where I just blocked them lol. One person even went so far as to make a petition for Toei Animation to make an all-male Precure season, again, just go watch Cute High, bc clearly that's what you're looking for.

I also saw some people complaining about Project MC^2 being "sexist" against boys and making them out to be stupid just because it's about girls being smart spies and good at math/art/science, one review even said "teach girls that boys matter too!" oh rly like they don't know already??? Like the world doesn't already tell them that each and every single day??????? The second girls get the spotlight everybody acts like boys are being attacked, but when boys get the spotlight it's all crickets and shit bc boys are supposed to take center stage like no one cares about girls getting attention. Your seven-year-old son isn't going to enter a self-hating misandrist crisis because one wee show said "women do run the world!" we still live in a patriarchy ffs.

Also in Cardcaptor Sakura the main character is a girl and the story has many female characters and is very empowering to women in general(while also having a great deal of powerful men and even a canon m/m couple), and yet I still saw this one annoying guy write an entire screed about how Sakura sucks as a character and should never have been Cardcaptor, the cherry on top was them saying that Syaoran should be the Master of the Clow Cards instead...because it's not enough that this show has multiple representations of positive men/masculinity in addition to women/femininity, it's still not good enough if it's a girl power fantasy, it MUST make a boy the hero!

I also saw someone say that Touhou, which has an all-female cast, needs more men. Wonder if they'd say the reverse if it had an all-male cast(correct answer: they wouldn't).

And then there's the Encanto fandom's entire can of worms where they went through that phase of wanting the female-dominated cast to be all about Camilo and Bruno, sidelining the women in the process. Like bruh. 😕

I really do wish that people would stop this shit, female-centric media is really never allowed to exist without people wanting men to be prioritized in it and take away from the female representation even though men have enough representation already lol, people can't handle when not everything is about men. It's why I will never listen to or take anyone seriously when they complain about shows like these being "sexist against men" and say that anything I write is too female-centric. Like. GOOD. The world needs more female-centric casts to shake up the status quo! You guys love complaining about shows being gendered and wanting gender equality in fiction only towards female-centric works, because you don't want to see women playing central roles without men also being there. Sucks to be on the other side of the playing field now, huh?

Anyway, I was inspired to write this to you rather than make it an original post because of your comment about people wanting Jennifer's Body to be about men(with Miguel as Jennifer) and yeah that is so disgusting and irritating. 🤢 I didn't even know that was happening but I'm not surprised because nobody ever lets shows about girls just center girls first and foremost. It truly is everywhere and I'm sick of it. Not everything needs to be about men, just let the women have something. Please.

Sorry this was long lol. 😅 Thanks for reading this far lol. You're a trooper! Have a nice day!

THIS ASK IS SO REAL ON SO MANY LEVELS!!

this also extremely effects lesbians and trans women because with lesbian women you’ll have people being like “do they really have to be gay? Why can’t they just be normal?” And with trans women it’ll be like “why can’t we just have normal nonqueer characters” or even “why can’t men just be men anymore” it’s like they hate any and all women and girls no matter what we do and it’s so insane to me

also I talked a little about this same phenomenon happening with Jennifer’s Body (2009), where there were people making aus of that movie with mainly MALE characters which downplays the whole message and plot of the god damn movie and it’s so ughhh

anyways sorry I took so long to get to this ask but everything you said is extremely true and I’m glad you brought attention to it!

also btw RADFEMS AND TERFS FUCK OFF THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU

[rocknrollbabe14]

I’ll Always Take Care of You (Joseph x Reader)

Request: Joseph x reader and she’s suffering from cramps and he takes care of her?

Warnings: Mentions of cramps, periods, tampons, pads, etc. Natural women bodily functions, desire? a tad bit of lust?

Author’s Note: I loved writing this. Grease is really one of my all time favorite movies and unfortunately I read about the passing of Olivia Newton-John today. :( I did not proof read this extensively so I apologize for any mistakes. Hope you all enjoy!

You laid in bed, curled up on a heating pad feeling like your stomach was going to twist into a pretzel. Your head was pounding at the slightest sound of your fan and television playing very quietly. You turned over and sunk on into your pillow as if this would take your headache away. It didn’t. Your phone was charging on your bedside table.  You had got up to search for Tylenol earlier for your cramps, however, your bottle was empty. Discouraged, you had dragged yourself back to bed which is where you were now. 

This time of month always seemed to be rough for you. Yours was rather intense and rough at times, causing you to usually be in a pretty great deal of pain. Your boyfriend, Joseph was supposed to come over but you felt like you would be poor company. He came and stayed with you when he could. He was quite busy these days as he was a rising star. Just as you felt yourself beginning to drift off, your cell phone rang with his ringtone. Groggily, you grabbed your cell phone off the bedside table, sliding to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Hey love. I am getting ready to head your way.”, he said and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Babe, I’m not sure you should come.”, you sighed, rubbing your forehead. 

You immediately could tell his demeanor changed. 

“Why not love? I always come over when I can.”

Disappointment was evident in his voice. Guilt instantly set in your chest and you regretted even beginning this conversation. You knew Joseph meant well but did he really want to be around his girlfriend while she was on her period? You weren’t ashamed of it, but most men tried to avoid their girlfriends during that time of their month.

“I just feel really bad. I’m cramping like hell. I probably won’t be good company.”, you sighed.

You could tell Joseph anything and felt comfortable telling him about any and all of your girl problems. He was so understanding. It was truly amazing. He respected you and showed you that he truly cared about you. He never pressured you to do anything you didn’t feel comfortable doing. It was a breath of fresh air. 

“Aw love. I promise I don’t mind. What can I do to help?”, his voice soothed on the other end of the line.

Your mind immediately remembered you needed Midol or Tylenol. Whichever he could find. Your cramps were out of this world, feeling like they may break you in half even with a heating pad. Plus, you had noticed you were running low on pads and tampons but part of you hesitated to ask him to get you those. There were so many different sizes and types. He would probably drive himself crazy trying to look for them. Not to mention the looks he may get from other shoppers. Your ex boyfriend wouldn’t dare do that for you.

“Um well I don’t have any Midol or Tylenol.”, you sighed.

“I can stop at the store love.”, he offered.

You didn’t even have to ask him. He offered. It made your heart skip a beat that he cared that much for you. 

“You would?”

“Of course, love. Anything else you need?”

His voice was full of reassurance. Joseph was an amazing boyfriend. Even if his schedule was busy nowadays, he always seemed to make time for you and make you a priority. It was what you had dreamed for in a relationship and it was finally yours. You still had a hard time realizing this was real life and not some fantasy. Your mind instantly remembered he asked if you needed anything else. You were hesitating to tell him about the supplies.

“Um yeah actually….I need tampons and pads….UNLESS you don’t want to get them.”, you said nervously, biting your lip.

“Okay,”, you could hear a smile in his voice from where you were so nervous to ask such a simple request. “You may have to help me a bit with which kind, but I will, love. I really don’t mind.”, he chuckled. 

You instantly felt relief. It was kinda stupid that you felt so embarrassed to ask him for help with something he offered to help you with. You all went on to talk for a few more minutes and you confirmed which exact brand you needed and preferred. He was definitely taking notes. He confirmed he had pulled into the parking lot of the nearest store and as soon as he was finished he would be over. He asked if you wanted anything for dinner but you told him right now your stomach was hurting too bad to even thinking about eating. Your cramps were nauseating at times. 

You all exchanged goodbyes and I love yous, ending the phone call You gave your phone a gentle toss beside of you, nestling deeper into your bed. Now just to wait for Joseph. You had given him a key to your place and that was a big step for you to feel that comfortable with him. But you did. It was just something about him that sent you head over heels. 

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You weren’t exactly sure how much time had passed since you all had talked on the phone but you felt a presence beside of you on the bed. Your mind was still groggy and was hoping it was who you thought it should be. You blinked a few times before rubbing your eyes. You just knew your make up looked like shit anyway. That was last on your list right now. But you tried not to fall asleep in your make up. 

“Hey love. I just couldn’t wake you.”, his voice was soft and soothing to your ears that were still trying to adjust to being woken up. 

You felt him bend down and kiss your head, running his hand through your hair. 

You smiled. “What time is it babe?”

“Six in the evening. I’m going to go get a few things and I’ll be back love. Don’t fall back asleep.”, he chuckled as you heard him rattle a plastic grocery bag. You felt him get up from your bed and heard him walk down the hall and into the kitchen. Your body attempted to allow you fall back to sleep for a moment and maybe you did until he was back into your room. 

“Love, can you wake up and take this?”

His voice was still soft and soothing. Your eyes opened again and you blinked before he came into view. His brown eyes full of concern and care. His lips curved into a smile. If you didn’t feel so bad, you’d want him right now. He was holding a glass of water and two pills of Midol in his hands. You sat up easily in bed, instantly wincing at the pain you felt at your sudden movement. Joseph noticed too, easily moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

He handed you the glass of water easily before asking you to open wide, dropping the pills on your tongue to prevent them from being lost in the bed somewhere. You brought the glass of water up to your mouth and took a sip, swallowing the pills with ease. He took the glass back, sitting it on the bedside table closest to him. He took your hand in his and stroked it, soothingly. 

“Do you feel like eating anything? I brought (favorite food from favorite restaurant here).”, he breathed.

“Just a little bit. I still feel so bad.”, you sighed, looking down at your all hand’s in one another’s. 

“Okay love. You just eat what you can. No pressure. The rest can go in the fridge.”

He kissed your cheek before getting up again. You heard him take another walk down the hallway as you looked around your room, propping yourself up on your pillows against your headboard. You heard him rummaging in the kitchen, making you smile. He was really such a good boyfriend and you didn’t know what you had done to deserve him. He knew your favorite food. He was very observant. 

A few minutes passed before he brought a tray back that would be used for breakfast in bed. He had your dinner on it with your favorite drink and silverware. A small bouquet of flowers in a vase. You were pleasantly surprised. 

“Babe you really didn’t have to do this.”, you eyed him. 

“I know. I wanted to. I love you Y/N. I just wanted to show you.”, he smiled as he sat down in bed bedside of you and sat the tray down for you. You eyed him as he did you. You both leaned in for a small kiss before you began picking at your dinner. 

“Aren’t you gonna eat?”, you asked him, taking a bite. 

“After I take care of you.”, he smiled as he watched you.

You took several bites before feeling full. Your cramps subsiding somewhat. You could take two more pills in five hours if you needed to. Joseph had already taken it upon himself to read the directions before he gave them to you. His words caused a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach which definitely wasn’t a cramp for a change. He also informed you he had bought your favorite flavor of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Just in case you had some craving for it. This wasn’t his first experience with your time of month but this was certainly the worst he had seen you endure.

You had your silk night gown on already even though it was so early in the evening. He informed you he had brought his clothes for the weekend. He already had body wash, cologne, a razor, shaving cream, a toothbrush, and toothpaste here. This was how you knew your relationship was becoming more serious. But you weren’t complaining. Not at all. He instructed to you find a movie you wanted to watch and he would go wash the dishes really quick. You insisted he didn’t have to do that tonight or at all but he persisted, eventually winning out. 

You searched through the streaming services, feeling more like yourself. You heard him in the kitchen, dishes clanking together as he did them. He was going to put your flowers on your kitchen table. That’s where you told him you wanted them.  Just a few minutes passed and he was back in the bedroom this time with his dinner. Your master bathroom adjoined your bedroom. He stood near the sink, making sure his beard was to his liking. It was definitely to yours. You made sure to inform him of that, making him wink at you.

You knew he was going to change into his pajama pants before getting in bed with you. He slid his jeans off and his button up and you couldn’t help but watch, biting your lip. You all were very comfortable with one another. That made everything so much easier. He felt your eyes on him, looking back at you, giving you a smile. It was laced with desire. He slid his pajama pants on, before taking one last look in the mirror and turning off the lights in the bathroom, joining you once more in the bedroom. 

He had set his dinner on the bedside table. He peeled the sheet and comforter back, sliding in on his side of the bed. You always slept on your side even when Joseph wasn’t with you. It almost felt wrong to sleep on his side of the bed. He had propped his pillows up to mimic yours, preparing for the movie night. He grabbed his dinner, quickly beginning to eat. You eyed him. 

“Babe did you not eat anything?”, you asked.

He eyed you as he took another bite. “I was more worried about you, love. It’s really okay. It’s my job to take care of you first.”

You blushed at his words, your lips curving into a smile. You both laughed together as he continued to eat.

“Did you pick a movie?”, he asked, taking another bite. 

You nodded and pulled it up on your television. It was one of your all time favorite movies, Grease. You hit the play button as Joseph quickly finished scarfing down the remainder of his dinner and took a few sips of his drink. He quickly took the dishes back into the kitchen, causing you to pause the movie so he wouldn’t miss even the opening credits. He hurried back and got back in bed, taking you into his arms. 

You rested your head on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. It was relaxing and calming, exactly what you needed. He ran his hand through your hair, stroking it. The movie went on and you watched Joseph for his reaction. You all laughed, making some commentary, singing along to “Summer Nights” covering Sandy and Danny’s parts respectively. By “Sandy”, you were already closing your eyes, feeling sleepy, relief from your cramps apparent. 

He noticed and kissed your head. “Goodnight love. I love you. Are you still hurting?”

You shook your head. “Just feels kinda normal. I love you babe.”, you yawned. 

You leaned up, sharing a kiss with him on the lips. You snuggled back into him as he took his free hand, resting it on your stomach, running it in circles to keep you relaxed and hopefully help prevent the cramps from returning. He wasn’t totally sleepy yet, waiting to make sure you fell asleep first and stayed asleep. By “We Go Together”, his head had hit the pillow and his one arm wrapped you up in his arms, the other remaining on your stomach. His eyes were heavy, him finally giving into his exhaustion. He would always take care of you first. 

[pussy-free-forever]

PUSSY FREE FOREVER

PUSSY FREE FOREVER! My name is loren and I am 52 years old. I have been in a cuckold relationship for almost 10 years. I get questions all the time from girlfriends and male partners about being married to a man that is pussy free. I tell them that being pussy free is the whole point of being a cuckold. True cuckolds are submissive and only want the mistress to be sexually satisfied.

Cucks find the longing and craving for pussy without the ability to have sex, addicting. It’s the responsibility of the Mistress to make sure the cuck can’t pleasure a pussy, including hers. Most Mistresses ween their cuck off pussy early in the lifestyle. There is no reason for a cuchold to fuck. The term Pussy Free is fairly new within the cuckold community. But it describes perfectly the state of the cuckold. Cuckolds give up their right to pussy when they decide to become a cuck. A true cuck has no issue with it. He knows he could not satisfy his Mistress or any other women, so he doesn’t even try. Why is a cuck so much different than a real man? I would say it’s because cucks see themselves as useless to a woman sexually. There are many reasons for this, they may have problems with getting erections, a small penis, they may be sterile and don’t ejaculate. My husband was all of the above. He was on the small side, lost his erections often and was unable to really shoot any sperm.

As I learned more and more about cuckolding and how the pleasure of the Mistress is the focus of the relationship, I became more aware of the power of having a ruined cuck. Ruining the cuck is a process some Mistresses draw a lot of enjoyment from. The idea is to cause the cuck to be unable to stimulate the Mistress sexually or any female. The Mistress gets a great peice of mind and satisfaction that her cuck will always remain pussy free. I would make comments to my cuck all the time that he needed to have his little useless testicles removed. I wanted them removed as a trophy to me. When I am out having great sex with a well hung guy it makes me excited to know that I made my cuck a Eunuch. Plus, it helps him keep his Pussy Free commitment. I love the feeling of thinking about him not having his little clit in a pussy for years now. I know many would think I am mean or cruel, but you need to understand the cuckold lifestyle. The wife fucks real men with great cocks and heavy balls. The cuck, waits at home and rubs his clit, while thinking about how hard his wife is getting fucked, he loves that way more than having intercourse. He waits for his reward, a sperm filled pussy to eat.

It was great having my cuck neutered, he improved dramatically, more sweet, loving and supportive. His testicles were small but still making some testosterone. Once gone it’s great. He hardly looks at women when we are out. One side effect? He loves cock now. I like it, but some women might find it a little weird. He is not interested in pussy. He likes to clean me up after dates, but I know he just wants the cum.

A while back he started showing me pics of cucks having their dick heads cut off. I was freaked out at first, but once I talked to cucky about it I started to get it. He told me that the head was very sensitive and that’s where most of the pleasure comes from during sex. I had never really thought of it, but that head is what feels good during sex in my pussy, and it’s the part I like to suck when giving a blow job. What’s the difference I love his nut less crotch. So, If we cut the head of the snake he will not be capable of ever entering a pussy. He would finally be completely worthless to me and any woman as a man. That is awesome. Pussy free guaranteed. So, I agreed totally with the concept. I loved the idea of snipping the head off.

It’s been a few months now since we had the head removed. I love the look for him. He is a true Eunuch now. No balls, No nasty little dick head. Just a short little shaft. The foreskin covers the stub, so it looks natural, you wouldn’t know the head is gone. But, when the skin is pulled back you can see a flat stub end. I love it. He can still have orgasm, he can stroke the short shaft and bring an orgasm. He is completely ruined. Pussy Free Forever.