#eroticism of the boat

[wimdywhimsy]

i miss sailing but i dont wanna join a sailing club or some shit i just want to rent out a one person sailboat and fuck around for a few hours. i wanna sail it by myself with maybe someone sitting on the nose for company. someone please buy me a sunfish and a house by a large river.

[amiros]

[littlebigplanet-2]

"[random robot character] lovers when REAL [random object] lovers-" ok jokes old now can we get a new one huh. Yes ofc the eroticism of the machine but also why do we have to fight whyy can't we all hold hands and unite in the shared experience of non traditional love huh. It was funny the first 100 times but now it's like bro we are more alike than different. Why does it have to be a contest. U can love jackhammers AND robot dude from video games. Listen to me. Ficto ppl listen to me. Ily. Ignore the haters. Objectum elitism is ridiculous like bro ur not Better because you love a screwdriver instead of a boat or guy with a hat on. Get over urself and come join me in fun and joy land

[jamesbranwen]

tumblr in the spop universe

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who up contemplating the eroticism of the machine

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hgfghgh... panels... wires... motherboard....

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i want to fuck a robot

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hey guys sorry for the slow updates! things have been getting pretty crazy here and i was momentarily stranded in the Northern Reach but we all made it out! there should be a new chapter up on wednesday!

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✨ glimisglam Follow

anyone else think shadow weaver is kinda....

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that's my mom??????????????????????

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girl everyone knows you're adopted

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i just want pizza and sleep.

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sailing 👀

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sailing tonight queen??

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sailing tonite 👀

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he set the fucking boat on fire

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i miss my wife

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angella, i'm not ?????

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sometimes it's like i can still hear his voice....

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need an autistic girl to step on me

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wrong account wrong account WRONG FUCKING ACCTOUNt

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is that fucking traumacore melog

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SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[nysocboy]

Gemstone Season 4 News from the Sizzle Reel

HBO/MAX has released a sizzle reel of its 2025 programs, including The Righteous Gemstones. Let's see if we can deduce any plot points:

The Siblings on a boat, dressed in capes sort of like the "Cape and Pistol" society. Judy seems to have bandaged hands

2. A picnic at the same site as the Monster Truck Party in the Season 3 finale. Jesse and BJ are surprised that they both have moustaches, so they haven't seen each other for awhile.

3. Eli, with shoulder-length hair, looks surprised or angry.

4. Judy, swinging, laughs at their distress. She and BJ are wearing matching outfits. This looks like a party for more than the family, as you can see three drink containers on the table, with lemonade, water, and I assume iced tea, and two people in the far background.

5. Kelvin asks if this was intentional, as Keefe laughs. They are wearing matching sleeveless sequened tops. Kelvin usually wears green, but here he wears white. Keefe usually wears highly eroticized outfits, but here he is understated. He has a ring on the "wedding ring" fingerof his right hand, but it's not the one that played a prominent role in Season 3.

Gemstone trailers usually feature crashes, chases, explosions, and fistfights. Here, with just a few seconds to incite audience interest, HBO chose a laid-back family scene with a small joke. This leads me to anticipate that the comedic elements of the show will take precedence in Season 4.

[haggishlyhagging]

By the beginning of the twentieth century, pseudo-generic he was thoroughly entrenched as the only "correct" singular pronoun. As my own high school teacher explained when I questioned the logic: "Always use he to replace an antecedent noun, even if you're talking about a group you believe to be all-female, if there's a possibility that one male might be in the group." This ridiculous sort of logic, if one can call it that, continues to predominate, and we hear and read he, he, he replacing nouns such as child, adolescent, employee, employer, homeowner, and attorney all the time. Of course, we continue to use they in our everyday conversations, in spite of the grammarians' prescriptions and acts of parliament, but we hear she only when the sex of the person is known to be female.

In English, the pronoun she has its own "special" uses: (1) it regularly replaces just those nouns men believe to be inherently female: secretary, nurse, prostitute; (2) she refers to any object men conceive of as "theirs": cars, boats, guns ("Isn't she a beaut?"); (3) she refers to men's nations, some abstract nouns (such as justice and virtue), and oceans (which men eroticize as their "mistress"). In short, we hear the pronoun she only when men are talking about something they perceive as female.

-Julia Penelope, Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Fathers’ Tongues

[iwhoneverbelievedinwar]

Ok ok so I'm on Chapter 102 of Moby Dick (holy fuck?!) and I have... thoughts.

But to a large and thorough sweeping comprehension of him, it behooves me now to unbutton him still further, and untagging the points of his hose, unbuckling his garters, and casting loose the hooks and the eyes of the joints of his innermost bones, set him before you in his ultimatum; that is to say, in his unconditional skeleton.

Ishmael? Ishmael??? Was it necessary to make that description so... homoerotic? Casting the whale as a man he's undressing? Not complaining just impressed honestly.

I confess, that since Jonah, few whalemen have penetrated very far beneath the skin of the adult whale; nevertheless, I have been blessed with an opportunity to dissect him in miniature. In a ship I belonged to, a small cub Sperm Whale was once bodily hoisted to the deck for his poke or bag, to make sheaths for the barbs of the harpoons, and for the heads of the lances. Think you I let that chance go, without using my boat-hatchet and jack-knife, and breaking the seal and reading all the contents of that young cub?

Augh. The intimacy of it. Ishmael isn't just dissecting the whale, he's reading it. It's easy to imagine him over that whale cub, learning its innermost secrets, elbow-deep in a body. The violence of understanding. The eroticism of it. Do you Get Me. He's fascinated by the whale, he's had the chance to open up a myth and put his hand into the wound like Thomas. Augh.

The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it.

obsessed with Ishmael finding divinity in everything. i wish I could see the world through his eyes

Life folded Death; Death trellised Life; the grim god wived with youthful Life, and begat him curly-headed glories.

Even the gods are gay in this book

[even-more-pro-fiction-jellicle]

I'm a disabled person who has never had much control over her own life. There are lots of other people in the same boat as me.

Some people turn this into indulgent fantasies about gaining full independence with limited support/interference from other people/characters. Some people eroticize the independence, their sexual fantasies being about having control, lots of communication, and being in charge of what happens. They want a more realistic fantasy where they don't overshadow or take advantage of anyone else.

Me, I turn this into indulgent fantasies about the control my life is under being fun and nice. Having support and my needs met by others, and also now I get sex out of it. I eroticize my lack of control, my sexual fantasies being about my partners being in charge and just knowing how to make me feel good. I want a more fantasized fantasy where I don't have to consider all the real life things that I should be doing if these were relationships happening in the real world.

Both of these are valid. Never assume someone isn't as smart or as good a person as you because they cope and fantasize in different ways than you.

[thecameronchronicles]

Bloodlust

TW: Violence. Blood. Language. Hematolagnia. Heavy smut. Dom!Rafe. 

Bitchy Kook!Reader

SUMMARY: You and Rafe continue to ride the high of the fight with the pogues, rewarding in each other in a very thorough way...

WORD COUNT: 2500

REQUESTED

-Hi! This is the first idea I am sending in for when you return! Some of them do not have as many details as my past requests did (this one has some), but I would definitely be up for expanding on it of you wanted input, but I didn’t want to add too much and potentially make you feel pressured to add certain things. Also, some of these might be too similar to other things you have written or plan to write but thought I would send in things anyways haha.

So… I think it’s a classic and a lot of people love when reader cleans up one of the guys, or they clean up for the reader after a fight, but what about if they all get in a fight? In my opinion it would work best if it was Rafe and reader or Topper and reader, and you are the girl in the kook group of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.  Like usual, a fight starts between the pogues and the kooks, and everyone kind of has a designated person they always fight, you of course fighting Kie. Was also thinking maybe this fight was started by you and Kie instead of the boys like usual 👀. Of course the reader and Rafe/or Topper get turned on watching each other fight the pogues so after cleaning each other up you reward each other for winning the fight…Also if you wanted to add more plot, maybe y/n used to hang with the pogues but there was a falling out between them so that’s another reason that they hate each other so much. Luv ya!-💎

Bloodlust

It was a usual Friday night. Your arm wrapped around Rafe's neck shamelessly as usual as his fingers teased the hem of your skirt, testing how far you'd allow him to adorn you without needing the cover of a closed door to act on his seductions. You played your own however with his ear between your teeth and your hand playing with the fabric of his polo. 

"What the hell?" A distant voice managed to bring your attention to its source as Rafe was prepared to devour you on the spot. His eyes heavy with lust as he pulled you tighter to him to try and redirect your focus. And yet, it wasn't until Kiara made her way to the edge of your lounge chair that he understood the reason he couldn't convince you to devote yourself to him as he had done to you. 

"Problem, Kie?" Your eyes narrowed. 

"You and your psycho boyfriend need to stay the hell away from my friends." Immediately, you were on your feet. 

"Kie, she isn't worth it...let's just go..."JJ pulled her arm as Rafe took the spot behind your back, prepared to act if necessary. 

"We should charge every time a Pogue crosses to our side of the island, then they couldn't afford to annoy us..." Topper added as John B sized him from across the invisible line drawn between the group of upper and lower class citizens of the Outer Banks.

"But then who would fix all your cars and boats?" Pope inserted himself, a raised brow as Kelce stood as Topper's side, the entire group at the ready for their designated enemy. 

"Only way you could even afford to be around something so nice..."Rafe explained as you smiled. 

"Unless you married into it..." Your brow raised to Kiara. "I'm sure some pogue on your side of the island finds this...outburst appealing, Kie, but we have better things to do than to listen to one of your little rants..."

"Rants?! You and your friends have been terrorizing my friends for months! Cutting tires and vandalizing-"

"So where's Shoupe?" Topper asked with crossed arms as Rafe pulled you in tighter, his body tense yet proud at your back. The race of his heart synonymous with your own having validated a mutual eroticism to the moment. 

"If we did the things you said and you had proof, why are you bothering us and not having us arrested...oh wait..."

"I know you did it. Writing 'whore' on the side of The Chateau..." Kiara glared. 

You set your hands up as if to surrender, Rafe forced to release you in the process. 

"You're right…But am I wrong? I mean is there any guy in the Outer Banks that hasn't been disappointed in what you couldn't offer?" You couldn't even finish your insult before her fingers wrapped in your hair. And yet it was a momentary advantage as you were a true scrapper through and through. Nails and slaps would be exchanged between you both as your individualized social groups mirrored these actions. Topper raged against John B while Pope and Kelce had a scrap, leaving JJ and Rafe at odds. 

Bloodied knuckles and curses infiltrated the cheers from onlookers until Sarah made her way to the center of the group. 

"Stop it!"

"Of course you'd take their side!" Kiara wipes her bottom lip as you look at her wound with pride in knowing you were responsible. 

"I'm not taking anyone's side, but now I have to spend the rest of the night cleaning the yard and NOW cleaning off blood before my dad and Rose get back early tomorrow...Everyone, out!" Sarah ordered as she was rivaled for only a moment before screaming the demand again. This time, the only ones left were Topper as he helped clean, as Rafe led you back inside Tannyhill. 

But you wouldn't make it even a step over the threshold until he pinned you against the hallway. His hand already in your suit in vicious rubbings made over your clit as his other hand was at your jaw. 

"I don't care if it hurts baby, I need to show you just how proud I am of you..."

He kissed you, causing a bit of pain from the slap Kiara brought against your cheek, a pain welcome by the promise of pleasure that followed. 

That beautiful pain.

"Don't come baby..."

His palm made circles over your clitoral hood as one finger entered you into an immediate bend. Then two. The pressure was torment, but also something you welcomed openly. Your hand wrapping around his as your knuckles turned white to him. 

"It was so fucking hot watching you make her bleed, I wanted to bend you over that chair and fuck you right in front of her to show what it did to me..." He pulled your hand over the renewed bulge of his seam. The same one that had been present just before the arrival of the pogues. 

"But I'm the only one that gets to make you bleed, isn't that right baby?" You nodded as he pulled your lip between his teeth hard enough to warrant a wince. 

"I can't wait for the fucking bedroom..." He pulled you over the island of the kitchen, bending you over its ledge as your skirt gathered at your waist. With a single hold to the back of your neck, he prepared himself in exposure. 

"Fuck's sake!" Topper groaned as you were lifted upwards. For a moment, you saw something resembling envy in his eyes as he saw how willing you were for Rafe. All while he couldn't seem to convince Sarah to give him the time of day. 

"Nobody else gets to see you like this...nobody else has earned it..." You nodded as he pulled you immediately over his shoulder and into the direction of the bedroom. 

"I want those panties off right now, baby..." He instructed as he pulled his shirt over his head. 

"Pogues stupid enough to go against my girl..." He had a grip on your hair, a jolt made from this hold making you gasp but smirk once he continued, "My girl fucking showed them, didn't you? Bruised those pretty little knuckles..." He unlatched his belt and allowed it to fall to the floor along with his shorts while you wrapped your wounded hand around his length. 

"Same bloody knuckles wrapped around my cock, yeah?" He stretched out the question, making your bottom lip a prisoner between your teeth. 

"Spit baby...you know what to do..." You nodded, but upon doing so, watched a crimson tint stain his cock's head. Your eyes raised to him to witness the life behind recently dull analysis. 

"Again." He ordered as you paused, swallowing hard with a lack of salivation. Sensing this, he took hold of your hair as tightly as he could and forced you back. His second hand left his cock and designated to your jaw as he pulled your lips apart. Without the need for instruction, your tongue was offered to him. A wicked grin came before the line of spit fell to your palette. Iron left behind from his own wounds as you spit it onto him. 

"Look at me..." He instructed with a thumb brushing your eye and the scratch left behind. 

"You deserve so much better than being on your knees...but I want that busted lip sucking me off until I can't take it anymore..."

"I want to taste you..." 

"Good fucking girl..." He set himself inside of your cheeks, your eyes rolling in pleasure to the stretch he brought to your throat. Your eyes opening to the awe of a stretched mouth as he bit his bottom lip. 

"You're too good to me to be called a slut, but fuck baby, you got a whore's mouth..." You nodded, adding to the ecstasy by offering this submission. 

"Touch yourself. Just your clit baby...I wanna feel you moan..." You basked in the approval as you carried two fingers towards your center before he apprehended your wrist. Sucking on your two fingers, be moved down to the knuckle to run his tongue over the blood before his eyes moved to the back of his head. His cock flexed in your mouth as you moaned to the ecstasy of the scene. 

"Fast baby. I want you to feel as good as I do...Just don't come...you know you only get to from me." You nodded, a cruel rule, but one he made worth obeying as you conceded against him..

"So fucking perfect...shit!" He hissed as you took him as deep as your throat could allow and then some. A mess made of your makeup and drool pouring down your chin. 

"You sound so good choking on me, baby...You like when I make you cry?" You nodded quickly, teeth grilling his head as he shuddered to the threat. 

"You need a break?" You nodded as he picked you up by your hair. But as you expected to be taken to the bed, you were pulled across the room and to the mirror. His cock inside of you as he pulled you back to observe. 

"Look how you take me..." 

"Rafe..." You moaned, head resting at his shoulder as he kissed you. Falling victim to the sweetness you allowed before pounding into you and sending you into the glass. 

"I want you to bleed for only me...pogues are fucking lucky I was harder than I was angry...they wouldn't have gotten away so easily..." 

"You would hurt them for me?" You asked with a gasp, his knuckles coming to view over your breasts validating this. 

"I would kill for you, baby..." He spoke honestly but effortlessly as it chilled you. Your inner walls clenching around him to the confession. 

"Ooh...you like that baby? You like the idea of blood on my hands defending you? You know my cock like it's...feel how fucking deep I need to be inside you." 

"I love it..." 

"Yeah? Make you wanna come?"

"I need to...I'm so fucking close!" He slapped your breast as you moaned, repeating the process to your clit but remaining there to pinch and pull. 

"Bet I could make you come on this mirror...make you squirt for being such a good girl for me...you want that?"

"Please, Rafe! I'll be so good for you..." You moaned and gasped as he withdrew from you. 

"Then you know what has to happen..."

"Pain before pleasure..." You finished his phrase for him as he nodded. 

"You're gonna be so fucking sore by the time I'm done with you...and you're gonna love it…"

"Like always..." You smiled as he pumped two fingers viciously inside of you. Hitting that g-spot with every insertion as you could feel that pressure build. That edge so close. That lessire on his fingertips. And then the withdrawal. 

"Good girl baby...keep going..." He continued edging you, building up your necessity for him as you buckled closer to your release. 

"That was close..."

"Please..."

"Only when you feel you're gonna squirt for me, baby...you deserve it so fucking much..."

"I just want you to fuck me, Rafe...I'm already dripping." He paused for a second to collect the drops cascading down your thighs. You watched him savor you off of his fingers. 

"So you are..." But those fingers returned. And so did that rare but familiar pressure of something stronger than an orgasm. Although none of the orgasms with Rafe were ever "normal", this one was ethereal. 

"Stay with me, baby…eyes open..."

"I can feel it..."

"Oh, I know..."

"Please let me..."

"You've earned it, baby...Let me have it…oh yeah…THERE it is…shit…" 

"Ahh...ahhhh...AHHHH!" You moaned loudly until that rush had you trembling in his arms. Spurts of cum coating the mirror as he slipped inside of you. 

"My turn..." He fucked you into the mirror, interrupting your high before mending this and offering another as consolation. 

"It's too much! It hurts!"

"And we love it...don't we?" You nodded as he played with your nipples. 

"Oh baby...you're so fucking perfect...I'm gonna come so deep inside you..."

"YES! Please!"

"You want my cum, baby? Yeah?" You nodded as he turned you to face him. 

"Then take it..." You pushed yourself off the mirror in front of you to control the thrusts. His hand in your hair pulling you to him until your body locked. 

"Aww, can't take it, baby?"

"RAFE! IM FUCKIKG COMING! I don't wanna stop!" 

"Let me feel it baby...all over my cock..." He grunted into you as he pressed you harder into the glass. 

"Yes! Yes!" You exclaimed in finality before washing over him as he set his final thrusts inside of you. The murderous pace certain to leave your hips bruised by grip and pistoning before he turned you to face him. 

"There's no fucking point on giving you a shower..." He breathed deeply as he walked you towards the bed. 

"Legs apart..." You hesitated as they trembled. 

"Rafe..."

"I'm not fucking asking, baby..." He forced them apart with his knee before you were pulled to the ledge. 

"That was your reward...THIS is mine..." 

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[the-goya-jerker]

Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky? specifically his ocean paintings (which is most of them) i’d recommend just one painting but i don’t think i can pick

I hope you don't mind that I picked one myself. This is On the Storm (1872).

Personally, this is one that really appeals to me because of the contrast here. The painting is very big and open, but the boat is so small and cramped. I often think there's eroticism in contrast like that.

I also enjoy the shades he picked for the sea and sky. A green sea in this feels so ominous but it's also just a pleasant minty shade. It's a shade that in any other context would feel cheerful, but here it's ominous and foreboding. The sky is a lovely blue too, at it's lightest it reminds me of the shades someone may paint a baby's room, at the darkest it's just a pleasant blue like some of my lightest jeans. These tones aren't inherently menacing, but context makes them so.

I find the reminder of just how small and insignificant we are in the face of nature something deeply terrifying. We are tiny, like the sailors in this painting, the world is big. We could be crushed by it so easily. And yet, this planet is one where food grows on trees and we are surrounded by great beauty. This world loves us, and yet it could swallow us without mercy or malice.

That's hot.

8/10 from me. I think a greater storm like some of his other works could give me more to work with, but I just really loved the colors of this one.

[pattern-recognition]

the fundamental difference between plane people and tank people is that the former want to fuck the objects of their infatuation as any other external entity but the latter view their noble machines as an idealized plain on which eroticism can occur. i don’t know what boat people do because i don’t care about them

[narastories]

For the ship bingo, let's celebrate your obsession influencing your fandom's statistics with Harry/Nic. Tell me about them!

And since you said "ships" I'll also suggest Eileen/Simms, to change things up <3

Aww thanks, you really didn't have to!!

I'll start with Eillen/Simms:

I think they are really sweet and I'm so intrigued to see where Luke takes them in canon! He promised!!! ( No he didn't but there were serious hints you know, I would be disappointed if it didn't happen)

For Harry/Nic:

THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF ATTEMPTED MURDER that one is really fitting lol Let me put a cut here bc I'm going to share spoilers

In one book Harry rolls around in a boat with Nicodemus, strangling him and then he drops him into Lake Michigan (he survives but his voices changes which I'm so normal about). In a previous book Nic almost cuts Harry's throat (he promises he'll make it quick). It's really delicious with these two imo

Admittedly in canon they enable the worst in each other. Harry is generally a nice guy but there is a part in one of the books where he just says the most emotionally hurtful things to Nicodemus in order to provoke him and it makes me a little sick every time bc we never see Harry be *that* mean you know? Nic is already The Worst TM but Harry makes him impulsive as fuck lol

There is no way this ends well but I always love to make them SO stupidly fluffy for some reason (⁎ ⚈᷀᷁ ᴗ ⚈᷀᷁ ⁎)

Thank youuu for the ask 🩵

[the-dog-watch]

Whimsical, chancy, female, lunar: yaoi and yuri in the Aubrey/Maturin series

the inherent yuri of the sea and the inherent yaoi of the sailor is the most ancient queer solidarity

- twitter user caranthirs. I would link to the tweet, but their account appears to be suspended (RIP)

This essay was born from a discussion prompt asking about the relationship between yaoi and reality. In answering I was reminded of the above tweet. Tongue in cheek as it no doubt is, it’s always really resonated with me and my own personal experience with yaoi, yuri, and queerness, such as it is.

First of all, it’s a truth universally acknowledged that there’s something kind of fruity about the ocean. A great deal of boat media, which is a term that I’m using to encompass everything from Moby Dick to One Piece, from Muppet Treasure Island to the Titan submersible implosion incident of 2023, is intimately concerned with this. One thing I’ve always been intrigued by with boat media is the inherent constraint, the inherent loss of control; even in our modern day, the ocean is an unpredictable element, and to this day it has depths that are literally unfathomable to science. There’s a certain powerlessness one has to give oneself over to to board a boat, and of course there’s timeless romance, endless stories and art and music associated with the sea.

I’ve been to the ocean maybe four times in my whole life, and I’ve always lived in an area of the United States that’s about as inland as it’s possible to be on the planet Earth, but I’ve long been fascinated with boat media, though I was not always conscious why I was drawn to it. When I was growing up I had a persistent autoimmune disorder that destroyed the vision in my right eye and from a very young age I was forced to sit still for various eye exams, procedures, surgeries. Because I was so young when all this started, I never exactly rebelled against it; if I was a fish, then this near-constant constraint placed on me was the water that I swam in. I was a kid who lived in my head a lot, and my head was filled with fantasies of escape. I used to make up stories and tell them to myself before bed, a kind of self-soothing ritual that saw me off to sleep. In more difficult times in my life, especially as an adolescent, this quite literally got me through the day; I would look forward to my little bedtime story, and sometimes not.

The stories differ greatly, but the one thing they’ve all had in common is they’re always about at least two characters who are trapped together, undergoing some kind of external trauma or abuse or privation, and together are trying to escape, but they never succeed. The reason for that is that the stories have no ending, by design; the “end” comes when I fall asleep. Sometimes there are self-inserts, but usually they’re about other characters, usually male characters. For a long time I didn’t exactly understand or think much about why I identified so strongly with these stories, which were sometimes original and sometimes elaborate works of fanfiction, sometimes erotic and sometimes not.

I was something of a late in life yaoi adopter; I was immersed in Western media fandom spaces and I viewed a lot of slash fandom initially with contempt, but based on what I’ve described above it’s maybe not greatly surprising that I became a big yaoi fan when I was around 19 or 20. I found it both enticing and alienating at once; I was a cis girl but I felt like I was a failure as a woman, and reading about or trying to identify with women didn’t always do it for me. There was something about viewing male as the default that was attractive; I remember as a kid, pre-internet, I would consciously look for books about male protagonists, though as an avowed feminist I felt obscurely ashamed of this.

Shame was an essential component of all of this, by the way. Both eroticized shame and the more down to earth, un-fun kind. There was always the question in the back of my mind: did I wish I was the man, or did I desire the man? There were similar questions about my attraction to women, which were even more disquieting in what they did or did not say about me: did I desire a beautiful woman, or did I want to be a beautiful woman? Shame was inextricable, and constant; shame about my nascent queerness, shame over how poorly I performed my own gender, and shame about being into all this yaoi shit in the first place. I had internet friends by this time, but I didn’t tell any of my real life friends about my online activities. I had an absolute horror of being seen as the type of straight girl (or bi girl, as I identified at the time) who fetishizes real life queer men.

Currently, I’m in the middle of reading Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey/Maturin series. I fucking love it, and something about it has helped me square some of the circles involved here; discussing these books, with other fans online and with unwilling victims loving friends and family members has led me to reflect on some of the above in ways I never have before. It feels freeing in a way I never even knew I was constrained. To bring it back to the quote from the beginning, and also add a passage from the eighth novel in O’Brian’s series:

“‘With the wind as it lies, I believe we may look for them the day after tomorrow,’ said Jack. ‘But tell me, Professor, is not this a most prodigious wearisome ride you are undertaking?[...]’

'No doubt,’ said Graham, ‘but the sea is an uncertain chancy whimsical female lunar element: you advance one mile upon its surface and at the same time the whole body of water has retired a league. I prefer the honest earth, where my advance is absolute, however arduous…” - The Ionian Mission, ch.11, paragraph 50

This character, a haughty diplomat our protagonists are forced to deal with while battling it out with the French in a Grecian port, is not very important in and of himself. Unlike the two principals of the Aubrey/Maturin series, he is no seaman and has no affinity for shipboard life, and his uneasiness while onboard the ship is tinged with a misogynist mistrust of the Mediterranean itself. I prefer to take a horse, like a man, he seems to say, but you and Maturin, feel free to stay here in your gay little boat. 

(Sidenote/fun fact about Jack Aubrey: he has pretensions of being a horseman whenever he’s on land for any length of time, but he is in fact really bad with them and while riding is frequently unseated nearly but not quite as often as Stephen falls out of the fucking boat.)

That is one and this is another of the many, many ways Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin get kinda fruity with it; our two main characters are differentiated from landsmen (lubbers!) in this way throughout the series. The sea is dangerous, of course; Jack and Stephen, who face naval battles, sickness and disease, shipwrecks, storms, and volcanic eruptions on their voyages throughout the series, know this better than anyone.  As different as Jack and Stephen are, as different as two men can possibly be, what unites them is a niggling, persistent discomfort with life on land and this, coupled with their very great affection for each other, is why they choose to sail with each other over and over again. Though they came to it by different means, each of them finds that their true homes are on the sea, and with each other. 

The essential yaoi of the seaman, the essential chancy, lunar, yuri element of the sea…. There’s something about it that makes me smile. Yeah…the ocean. She’s a little gay with it. Who isn’t?

[joylinda-hawks]

Have you watched enough of me? WOH Episode 3 Part 7. HH asks SS to follow him. SS and the other men follow the leader of the Beggar Gang. Meanwhile, ZZS, WKX, ZCL, and GX are resting in a ruined Luohan Temple. The two men are sitting down, and a boy is sleeping on the floor. ZZS sits with his eyes closed, and WKX watches him. ZZS sighs and opens his eyes, as if waking up from a trance. He notices that WKX is still watching him and asks if he's had enough. WKX replies that he wondered what kind of face was underneath the disguise. ZZS doesn't say anything, simply picks up a stick from the ground and hits ZCL with it, the boy wakes up and notices that ZZS gave him some of his clothes to cover up. ZZS says he's going to dawn and thanks him. Rising from the ground, ZZS declares that fate has allowed them to meet. WKX adds that thanks to fate, they will meet again. ZZS smiles and stands up, ZCL also stands up. WKX asks ZZS why they have to wait for another meeting. GX, who was sitting closer to the exit, also wakes up. WKX, who is following ZZS, says that ZZS wants to send the child to Lake Tai. He adds that it is a long journey and that he has a boat. WKX wants to admire the scenery around Lake Tai and they can go on his boat. And asks the station that it won't be great. ZZS and ZCL leave the temple. WKX almost screams and says that he can't watch people who are supposed to be together encounter difficulties during the journey. ZZS ignores WKX and continues with ZCL, and also receives a robe from ZCL. Seeing ZZS's behavior, WKX finds it interesting. He adds that he can't wait to find out who ZZS really is. GX turns to him and waves his hands. He talks loudly about people who are meant to be together. GX tells that this Sick Guy exhales more air than he takes in and could fall over at any moment. GX asks why he said to take him with him. She says that WKX thinks he has a comfortable life. WKX states that GX hasn't met many people yet. He explains that ZZS's voice is fantastic and his body is very handsome. His shoulder blades in particular are one of a kind. GX states that WKX talks about ZZS as if he was some kind of beauty, but he's just an ordinary man. WKX replies that of course, and asks if he thinks he doesn't know that ZZS is a man. WKX explains that ZZS's face and body shape don't match at all. However, he doesn't see any trace of any disguise. He remembers touching ZZS's face. He adds that ZZS must be really talented to do it so well and doesn't see any mistakes. He also talks about ZZS's sword and remembers when he touched it. GX asks why those people were acting so mysteriously last night, and their leader called himself the Hanging Ghost. WKX leaves, and GX asks where he's going. WKX repeats that fate will allow them to meet again. The fate of WKX and ZZS. It was fate that made them meet as children, and it was fate that made them meet now. ZZS is deprived of not only feelings, but also the memory of past events. Slowly, threads of empathy and compassion awaken in ZZS. But he still can't recognize WKX, who only wants to confirm his suspicions. That's why WKX gets sick like this, and ZZS doesn't want anyone to recognize him and tries to discourage WKX. However, ZZS feel sorry for the child, and he acts like his father, giving him part of his robe as a blanket. ZZH and GJ are fantastic in their scenes together, their summaries exude even delicate eroticism. We watch this series just for them.

[saiiboat]

What are your ginran aus?

ohhhhhh boy. ok. lets start with the silly and go from there.

BLEACH RACING AU!!!!!!!!

its basically the cast of bleach if they all raced sailboats. its everything to me. Haven't decided yet if they race dinghies out of a club or if they race bigger sailboats and each division is a team. either way its silly and fun. ginran is important to this one (homoeroticism of sailing) but most of what ive written down is me just putting aizen into a situation

little blurb: "Aizen is the kind of guy who got into sailing to seem more sophisticated and then realized that he made it too much of his personality and so he's locked himself into self-inflicted psychic warfare with himself about how he would want nothing in the world more than to be anywhere but waxing a boat but if he backs out now everyone will know that he's just been doing it to look cool and thats actually so much worse. Everyone else sails because they either love it or theyve grown up around it enough that its like. what else would they do. Aizen though is playing 5d mental chess about whether or not people will think he's a poser if he stops showing up for practice"

SCI-FI AU!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fem!gin and robot!rangiku. Gin is a mechanic who found rangiku after she was tossed out for scrap by aizen. this one makes me insane. so fucking insane. the yuri of it all. the inherent eroticism of being a mechanic and working on the robot you're falling in love with. important to note that rangiku isnt an android like from dbh. she's very clearly a robot. think more along the lines of Pathfinder from apex legends

little blurb: "Mechanic Gin who ties her long hair back in a bun or perhaps a braid while working and who takes her gloves off with her teeth and takes a job directly under a ship's captain after she finds out that he's the captain that threw Rangiku out for scrap and she wears her hair long and it flows over her shoulders even while she works. Aizen comments that she reminds him a lot of another ship's captain that he knew years ago and she says "I'm not sure what yer talkin' about, Aizen-senchou" as she slowly takes apart his ship's interface from the inside"

MERCHANT SHIPPING AU!!!!!!

ficlet!!!!!

this is another one that ive been going insane about, mostly because im using it as an excuse to research tokugawa period japan and its shipping practices. thank you so much to Jakobina Arch from Whitman College for writing an absurd amount on this subject and also The Indian Ocean World Podcast for having her on their podcast. She's been my main source of both information and inspiration for starting this au LOL.

As young kids, Gin and Rangiku are taken in by Hirako Shinji, a strange but respectable captain of a merchant vessel. Aizen is a seemingly kind sailor on the ship, stuck doing gruntwork that he thinks he's above doing. In a fit of annoyance and ego, when he thinks no one is watching, he hurts Rangiku and threatens her not to tell anyone it was him. Eventually, Aizen leaves Hirako's crew, but Gin remembers him

Aizen kills and manipulates and slithers his way to the top of a trading company, and when Hirako's bezaisen faces being bought up by Aizen, Gin abandons the crew to join Aizen's. It's then a race against time to kill Aizen before he decides to go through with the purchase.

Hirako Shinji is their original captain. While Hirako-senchou works his crew hard and is a bit of a strange man, he is trusted by his crew to not cheat them of money, and to ultimately be a fair captain.

Izuru, Momo, and Renji are three young sailors on Aizen's crew. Momo works directly for Aizen and does his paperwork and navigation. She handles all of the important work that he simply signs off on. Despite her doing the brunt of the work, she respects the captain greatly.

When Gin joins the crew he works hard enough and freaks out enough of the other sailors that he earns his place as secondmate. Izuru takes a shining to him, and Gin enjoys having someone who respects him on the ship who he can also boss around.

Renji, Izuru and Momo's old friend who used to be on the same crew with them, had left work as a merchant sailor to instead serve a daimyou who had adopted his best friend.

Rangiku earns her salt as a master navigator and sailor after Gin leaves, becoming a trusted advisor to Hirako. She doesn't understand the reasoning of why Gin would abandon their crew, and she respects Hirako-senchou and the rest of the crew too much to abandon ship as well.

Hitsugaya is a 12 year old boy who has a strong mind for trade as well as sailing and navigation, and even the paperwork it involves. He comes onto the ship after Gin leaves, looking for information on the whereabouts of his older sister. Rangiku finds good company with him, even if she does like to tease him.

FLOWERS FOR ATONEMENT!!!!!!!!

ffa isnt an au so much as it is a fic im currently writing LOL it takes place after hueco mundo arc, and is based around Gin actually managing to kill Aizen and coming out unscathed. It's a lot about interpersonal relationships and Gin reconciling with not only Rangiku, but Izuru and Shinji (Who is temporary captain of the 5th while Momo is recovering) as well. Gin is whisked away to interrogation by 2nd company, so he isn't exactly given time with Rangiku directly after Aizen's death.

i put more of my writing in here than i thought i was going to, but i hope you enjoy either way LOLL

Snippet:

"I fucked Hisagi after you left."

She's sitting on the couch in her and Hitsugaya's office as Gin looks through the books in the bookcase behind her. Rangiku had chased her captain out of the office, promising to get paperwork done while he visited Hinamori. Of course, that had been the plan until Gin had quietly knocked and ducked into the office in the way he was so oft to do now.

She hears him stop flipping through one of the books. She swirls the sake in her cup and doesn't look behind her.

"Really? Hisagi? There's gotta be better choices than that."

"Bah! Like who?"

Gin makes a noise in his throat like a shrug. "Was he good?"

She tosses back the sake and rolls her shoulders. It pains her that she can't look more away from the conversation than Gin already being behind her. "I don't really remember; Kira and I were pretty wasted at that point."

Gin's silent for a minute, and it leaves Rangiku to stew in her thoughts.

"How is Izuru these days?"

Rangiku clenches her jaw. Her hands feel empty without sake in the cup, but moving to pour more feels like admitting defeat. She settles back into the couch and tilts her head towards him just enough to give him her ear. She still won't look at him. "Have you talked to him? Shouldn't a captain know how his lieutenant is?"

"Ah, for a lieutenant, he's pretty good at avoidin' his captain."

"And why do you think that is, Gin?" When she spins around to look at him, he's holding a poetry collection Hitsugaya had gifted her for New Years maybe 8 years ago. "Why in the name of the Soul King would Kira want to avoid you? Is it because you left? Is it because you played with his feelings? Because you used him and tossed him away? Is it because you didn't tell him what you were planning?" She should stop, she really should. She doesn't want to lose him again. "Why didn't you tell him, Gin? Why didn't you tell me?" She's staring at him, pleading him to say something, to say anything instead of just leaving again with no answer.

"He could've hurt one of ya."

Something in her heart breaks, and she doesn't even recognize what's happening before she breaks out into heavy, ugly sobs.

Gin hurries around to her side of the couch, past the wall she had put up between them. He catches the sake cup as it drops from her hands and hesitates for only a moment before gently (oh, so gently) relaxing her hands from where she had been digging her nails into her palms in its absence.

"Aw, c'mon, Ran. Ya don't need to cry."

He's standing in front of her with her hands held in his, and it feels like something in her chest is clawing to get out.

He kneels on the ground in front of her and she follows him, folding herself into the length of his body like she hadn't done in a hundred years, and his hands leave hers to wrap around her. His breath is on the top of her head and his fingers card softly through her hair. She grasps onto his haori and swears that she'll never let go.

It takes what seems like hours to find her voice, but eventually the words fall out of her mouth, "I only ever wanted you to stay."

"Then I won't ever leave again." He says it as easy as breathing, and she can't help but duck her head into him, giggling wetly.

"Stupid, stupid Gin. Is that all I had to say?" She unclasps her hands from the front of his haori and moves to wrap her arms around him, pulling herself closer. "If you aren't going anywhere, then I won't either." She moves her head back to look at him, and goes a bit crosseyed when she realizes how close their faces are. When her eyes are able to focus, she smiles. He looks soft. Happy. She pokes him in the cheek. "You still need to talk to Kira, Gin. Don't forget."

His eyes crinkle in a smile she knows is genuine. Only she gets to see this side of him. She wishes he would show it to other people. "I won't forget."

The finger poking into his cheek softens into what a more well-adjusted person may be brave enough to call a caress. Either way, she would have to be blind to miss the way he melts into the touch. "Promise?"

"Promise."

TIMELOOP FIC!!!!!!!!

this one doesn't actually belong to just me!!! its owned equally by @babygirlifier with some input on Rukia from @toomanydoors !! this one is specifically a rock musical bleach au, and the loop starts with momo and aizen in the office together, and ends with either momo dying or aizen escaping. its a whole lot of momo death, momo getting stronger, and momo coming into her own as a person separate from what aizen created her to be. of course, there is a lot of gin in this fic. he kills her a lot. but he's also a very strong ally once she figures out what she needs to say to him to get him to listen. there is a LOT about this fic that makes me insane, and a lot of ways that characters experience the wide array of horrors that the 3 of us are able to cook up. ill give you a fun little ginran moment though. of course.

blurb: "Just just imagining momo and rukia sitting off to the side and giving gin and rangiku space while the two of them have their heads ducked together and are talking quietly. in all of momo's time in these loops, she's never seen gin look so... tender. rukia keeps looking over momo's shoulder, unable to take her eyes off the two of them for too long. its understandable, momo reasons. it's a strange experience to see gin duck his head into rangiku's space, to see him hold her hands with such gentle care.

Gin agrees to help momo. this is the final loop."

[lamentingmidna]

nature eroticism i wrote after listening to some hozier

// sexual themes

The sweat—whose, he didn’t know. Hers, his, it didn’t matter. It clung to his skin, the salt of it on his lips, the tip of his tongue, touching his parched mouth that drew desperate breath. A mouth hanging open with a throat that revolted, sounds erupting from his chest, his gut, his loins, the ache in him too great for him not to groan. It rumbled within him like an earthquake, tremors wracking his body. Lightning struck the earth, saltwater ruptured the land, winds disassembled him.

His face lay so close to her neck, her arms tight around him, her fingers raking the plot of his back. Her sighs like ocean waves, her whines like a rocking boat, her taste like saltwater. Her essence washed over him, and he could not do a thing as it consumed him. He could float on top of her, she could drown him. Inside of her were volcanoes waiting for the earth to shift, before she herself might burst.

They moved against each other, with each other, taking turns drifting along each other's bodies. He held her while she smiled into his skin, she curled around him when he kissed each nerve she had. They knew they began and ended with each other. They knew when to pause, when to go, when was hard, when was soft. They held on and waited for the other, and when they finally found each other's hands, they came together, swept into the sea and sinking down, down, down into the sand.