#god forbid women aspire to anything

[feralkwe]

the unapologetic, unhinged, magnificent woman whose wrongs i've been waiting my whole life to support. a true icon.

[panicsimss]

A friend or foe for @squea's gameplay!! the AU/expanded universe of noncanon sims related to Poppy in some way continues though Meet Heather Belanger! (also known as "Freckles")

She/her

Chief of mischief aspiration, she loves to be an absolute menace

Geek, creative, kleptomaniac, clumsy, mean

Was born in Evergreen harbor, moved to Moonwood mill for a few years before hopping around some more.

She has a hard time keeping jobs and friends, perhaps it's because she comes off as a bit...unlikeable. Not that she cares though, how people perceive her doesn't matter much in her opinion. god forbid women do anything!! (she stole your stuff)

She's a big fan of monster movies and comic books. if it's horror related, she loves it.

Writes in her spare time, a hobby she picked up from [redacted]

Her nickname can be used by only those she actually likes or else she'll probably get annoyed about it

[livvyofthelake]

was anything in the world more annoying than the gone girl discourse wow. “ugh women who uncritically think amy is a girlboss are the worst!” “if you think amy didn’t do anything wrong you’re Problematic”. who did you guys think you were talking to. did you genuinely see women online saying they loved amy and think to yourself. wow these women must be brainless idiots to think this fictional woman who committed crimes was in any way morally aspirational… do you actually think we’re that stupid. amy is a revenge fantasy for women god forbid women kinda think she’s awesome as fuck??? she’s not even real… no one who ever said any of that was ever going to frame their husband for murder i promise the men are safe…. like genuinely did you actually think women were that stupid for liking amy dunne….

[spork-ryuutmblr]

HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII X3, it's me Spork!!!

I have decided to grace tumblr with my presence. Something tells me I'm going to fit right in here. I'm an aspiring scientist who lost my medical license due to a little bit of "malpractice" (god forbid women do anything 🙄) when really I was just experimenting. Haven't you ever wondered if it's possible to sew cat ears onto someone?!?! Well, the short answer is yes but you get in trouble. Oh yea I was also in jail for a bit (god forbid women do ANYTHING) but I broke out and now I'm on an adventure!!! But lately I feel I've been touching too much grass so that's why I'm here on ye olde tumblr. I'll be sharing thoughts from my beautiful mind, reblogging posts I find relatable, and chatting with anyone who wants to talk to me! Don't be shy, I only bite sometimes!!!

//OOC Hey it's me Robin, the actual person behind this blog! Spork is a charcter of mine from a table top roleplaying game I play with my friends called Ryuutama! Hence the url (this is also how I learned that you can't put "tumblr" into an account's url lol). However she's kind of grown into someone I can just put in situations, and now her situation is tumblr. As you can likely tell from what you've read from her own introduction, Spork is self absorbed, flirty (but not very good at it), and a bit ethically questionable, but sooooooooo cute about it! Have fun here, and don't let her bite unless you're into that kinda thing

[eat-a-dicker]

In hindsight, yes, Deirdre probably should have stayed in the forest. IDC whether Deirdre's attraction to Sigurd is true love or even solely lust; still feels really sexist to call Deirdre "a goddamn moron."

God forbid a woman dare have greater aspirations like leaving a life of near solitude in the woods and freely deciding who she wants to be with, and yes even how many people they want to be with (Cigyun).

How you spoke about Deirdre is reflective of how her and Cigyun are commonly talked about in general. Women demonized for their mistakes.

I know you were joking when you said "Arvis is too pathetic" to hate but why does he get the grace of being a character to be jokingly mocked at when Deirdre who frankly is r*p*d (the whole relationship is just not consentual and has a serious power imbalance) doesn't get that anything remotely the same grace. And we haven't even mentioned Victor and how he creates the conditions that would lead Cigyun to have a relationship with another man.

If you want to talk about who brought about the apocalypse, the Loptous Sect and Arvis are more to blame. If not for the LS, no one would be there to capitalize on Cigyun and Deirdre's mistakes. If Arvis didn't desire the throne, he would never have married Deirdre. He needs to marry her to ensure his position as Emperor, that's why he kills Deirdre's first husband.

If we want to talk about the whole creating conditions for the apocalypse, Arvis has 3 kids. Cigyun has 2 within the context of toxic first husband & supportive and sympathetic lover, and Deirdre had 1 of her choosing and 2 forced upon her.

Idk, I feel you should interrogate yourself on calling Deirdre a "moron." It gives you really bad look.

she is a moron. she left the forest of her own free will to marry a man she just met. there is nothing but red flags there, but i blame the sexist writing of kaga rather than anything deidre did herself.

this problem isn't limited to just deidre. every female character in the game suffers from some level of this guy's sexism. stop trying to martyr for kaga. you're not going to fix the overwhelming problems of genealogy's sexism by trying to convince one internet guy that deidre and her mother aren't complete morons, because they are, because kaga wrote them that way to instigate the plot

[jrwiyuri]

ur so based i love celestia ludenburg like yes she killed people but god forbid women do ANYTHING

LITERALLY!!!! She was just trying to fulfill her dream.. and you want to deny her of it?? Women can’t have aspirations now???? Cant work towards their goals??? Crazy…

[thewritingcalamander]

FISH THAT GO HARD

OK fish visual design is VERY GOOD and needs to be appreciated. Fish are included in the order that I think of them. Sharks are gorgeous and will obviously need their own post at some point down the line.

1) LIONFISH. Look at this. The pennants everywhere. The tiger stripes. Yes, invasive. (god forbid women do anything)

https://www.keywestaquarium.com/lionfish

2) Actual Healthy Alive Blobfish. Because yes who WOULDN’T look bad in a photo taken where you had been aggressively decompressed to a fare-thee-well and also DEAD. And then they NAMED you for how you looked in the WORST PHOTO you have EVER been in. Look at this gorgeous fish. A gentle dappling of spikes, a distinguished jaw, thoughtful eyes. Successful under pressure, something we all aspire to.

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/fish/facts/blobfish

3) Mandarin Fish. Blue, orange, and yellow, red eyes. The absolute mastery of color theory. One of my favorite fish dating back to the very first time I saw a Children’s Magazine of Animals which also had fish in it.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchiropus_splendidus

4) STURGEON. Don’t let the saltwater fish above this have you ignoring the freshwater beauties. This fish has simply one of the best scale designs in the fish world. This is a dragon in disguise, 11/10.

Incredible. Also these fish are big.

https://seahistory.org/sea-history-for-kids/white-sturgeon/

5) Banggai cardinalfish. The black stripes with contrasting white spots. The suede tan. I just would watch this fish swim in a school of like fish and be swept away by the beauty.

https://hakaimagazine.com/article-short/five-aquarium-fish-best-left-ocean/

there are many other excellent fish out there and I highly recommend supporting your local aquatic conservation centers to help protect these lovely creatures in an increasingly vulnerable time.

[charismaandcashmere]

don’t be afraid to pivot

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m in my early 30s. I don’t consider this a “level-up” blog, but I follow many of those types of blogs here, and I might be one of the older ones in these spaces.

Something that saddens me when it comes across my dash is when someone in their early or mid-20’s thinks the Bus of Life has already passed them by. They think it’s too late to change their career, their love life, their social circle, whatever else.

The bus hasn’t passed you by, and it isn’t too late. Don’t be afraid to pivot.

First, your life is just getting started. Take a moment to breathe and focus on that. I implore you to lessen the time you spend of social media and go read the book Late Bloomer: The Power of Patience in a World Obsessed with Early Achievement. The author, Rich Karlgaard, breaks down how 1.) it’s quite stupid to assume literally everyone on God’s green earth will “bloom” on the same timetable 2.) there are benefits to be being a late bloomer. We live in a society where being good at a few things is praised, and perhaps rightfully so because there’s only so much you can do effectively with your fairly brief life.

However, if you are like me and you’ve dabbled in a few different things from hooping to traveling to being an aspiring polyglot, it can seem as though you are wasting time. You’re not creating the next Facebook (which we probably don’t need.) You’re not creating the next multimillion company. You’re just trying on different hats. And you stumble upon information among the level up blogs and maybe something clicks. And you want to get your life together…whatever that may mean for you. But oh my gosh, you have so much work to do, from style and eloquence to deportment to culture to standards to everything else. And your one wish is that you had known of this when you were younger.

Improving yourself and undoing bad habits takes time. It may take a lot of time, if you’re like me and have to work through maladaptive thought patterns and insecurity. You’re on a journey that’s going to take quite a bit of time. I think that’s why, unfortunately, the feminine aesthetics have been the focus for many people in this space. It’s relatively easier to change up your style and start doing your nails than digging deep and figuring out what you truly want in your life. That is not something you can rush.

One day I was lamenting, in a tongue in cheek manner, to my tutor about how my life was over now that I was in my 30s. He’s several years younger than me and he said, “Oh no, your 30s…that’s when life is just beginning.” I do lament my twenties because I spent most of them being so insecure, but I also tried on many different hats, and trying new things is how you grow.

So please, if you’re younger than me, even if you’re my age or even older, don’t be afraid to pivot. It will take work including overcoming mental blocks and whatever stops you from achieving what you desire. And such work won’t always be easy or pretty. But it’s better than the alternative of wallowing in your shoulda-coulda-woulda’s.

(I don’t want to focus on attracting men too much, but while it’s true that men often prefer younger women, there are benefits to being a bit older in the dating game that people don’t want to acknowledge because god forbid we have anything nice to say about women over the age of 25. So if you’re in the dating game and are trying to find a decent man, I implore you to read Seductress and watch videos from other “femininity” experts such as Candace Oneida.)

[bearielfdancer]

A new Legacy Challenge

The Grecian Mythology Legacy Challenge

Synopsis: Before there were what we call the modern gods and goddesses of today from Mount Olympus, or The Olympians, there were those that came before them. Like every story, it has its origins. Gaea, birthed from Chaos, and Ouranus, birthed from Gaea, who then began to create their own legacy. In this Legacy Challenge, you will tell the story of the gods and goddesses from it’s very core to what it is today, from Gaea to Zeus and his many, many children. 

Getting Started/Rules:

 Disclaimer: For the purposes of this challenge,we’re just going to start out with Gaea and Ouranos as there are MANY MANY children born from Chaos and Gaea, followed by Ouranos and Gaea, and that is just too much time and energy spent. CC and Mods are also very much welcomed!

It would very much help to start a New Game, and by creating your sims. They must be married and of the opposite gender. Gaea=Mother Earth and Ouranos=The Father/Starry Sky. They may look however you please, if you have the Expansion Pack Get To Work, they can be aliens, if you have The Game Packs Realm of Magic, Vampires. You are very much welcome to make them into Mages or Vampires, the choice is up to you! If you have seasons you may start in any season you see fit. 

After you are done creating your founders, you MUST move them into Newcrest on the biggest Lot which should be Twin Oracle Point. (It even sounds mythological XD). If you want more of a challenge try living Off-Grid.

You may not have any kind of job as you are just starting out, so in order to make your living wages you may:

Fish

Garden

Paint

Wood Working

Sculpting

And sell Collectibles (anything found)

Generation alpha : The Creation

Gaea, also known as mother earth, very much loved her children, too bad Ouranos didn’t feel the same and locked them all away to never be seen again… supposedly… 

Gaea:

* Career: None

* Aspiration: The Freelance Botanist

* Traits

   * Loves Outdoors

   * Family Oriented

   * Mean

Ouranos/Uranus:

* Career: None

* Aspiration: The Curator Aspiration

* Traits

   *Hates Children

   * Ambitious

   * Perfectionist

Game Play:

All aspirations must be completed before the generation is over

Max out Mischief Skill

Max out Sculpting

Max out Gardening

Max out Herbalism (if Outdoor retreat is owned)

Home/Building:

You must start your build as a single hut and grow from there, limited to garden decor, but not exclusive to plumbing, lighting, and cooking.

Basement must be built… for obvious reasons

Children:

You can have as many children as you’d like but the main focus is Cronos.

Once Cronus is of age, he may start looking for his “Rhea”

Succession:

When Ouranos/Uranus is an elder he must fight with his son Cronos and be banished from the lot. (You can get creative with this or just have him move out)

This will end Generation alpha with Cronus taking over. 

Generation Beta: The Creation 2

Just like his father before him Cronos found out through the prophecies that one of his children will overthrow him and become ruler, Rhea is not pleased by this and devises a plan just like her mother (in law) before her. You may start to have jobs/careers this generation

Cronos:

* Career: Criminal

* Aspiration: Public Enemy

* Traits

   * Hot-Headed

   * Hates Children

   * Glutton

Spouse:

Must Have:

AT LEAST family oriented trait

Game Play:

All Aspirations must be completed before this generation is over

Max out Mischief Skill

Max out Fitness/Wellness

Home/Building:

Keep the basement from the previous generation

You are no longer restricted to just garden decor

No Modern Decor

Children:

Like his father before him, Cronos and Rhea should have Zeus’s siblings first, then Zeus. Have Zeus be sent off to live with some mages (if you have Realm of Magic) or make a foster family. And never have contact with him again until he is a teenager (You may switch back and forth between the households) 

Zeus may start to look for his “Hera” 

Succession: 

Like the previous Generation once Cronos is an old man who fights with his son (teenage) Zeus multiple times. Cronos then dies from exhaustion or anger (you can cheat this) and Zeus takes over. 

This will end generation Beta with Zeus succeeding his Father.

Generation Gamma: A New Age and Ruler

Once Cronos is out of the picture for good, Zeus can marry his beloved sweetheart Hera. But, he can keep his adulterous ways to himself, right... right?

Zeus

* Career: Astronaut

* Aspiration: Serial Lover

* Traits:

  * Romantic

  * Family-Oriented

  * Non-Committal

Spouse:

 Must Have:

AT LEAST Jealousy trait

Gameplay: 

As a toddler and child max out almost if not all skills and 

Must have fulfilled serial romantic aspiration and have as many kids and lovers as possible

Get caught cheating

Must reach level 10 in the Astronaut career

Max out Charisma Skill

Max out Fitness Skill

Max out Logic Skill

Home/Building:

Get rid of the basement, it’s no longer needed.

Children:

Have four children with Hera (Ares, Hebe, Eileithya, and Hephaestus(by Hera cheating on Zeus))

Have Athena (different woman)

Have Apollo and Artemis (twins and different woman)

Have Persephone (different woman)

Have Aphrodite (different woman)

Have Hermes (different woman)

Have Heracles(Greek)/Hercules(Roman) (different woman)

Have Perseus (different woman)

By the end of this generation, you should have 12 kids in total. (This is also where things get tricky. Pick a number 1-9 and you will have to play that child’s legacy or you stick to the route I’ve provided!)

Generation Delta: The God of War

Ares never did have the proper love he wanted from his father and mother, as he was constantly being outshone by his dear sister Athena; and as a result he grew bitter, and began to tread down a dark path, knowing that nobody had truly cared what he did… all except one.

Ares

* Career: Secret Agent

* Aspiration:Public Enemy

* Traits

 * Mean

 * Hot-Headed

 * Loner

Spouse:

Never marry but have a girlfriend move in with you

Gameplay

As a toddler have the independent trait

Reach minimum skill level for toddler

Reach level 10 in the Secret Agent Career (Villain Route)

Max out in Mischief

Go to War (The Trojan War via cowplant OR if you have Strangerville The Mother Plant)

Make as many enemies as possible

Have your family despise you

Make AT LEAST three friends

Children

Harmonia

Deimus and Phobos

Eros

This will end generation Delta, which leaves you one of two options, You can choose Eros’s route or Harmonia.

Generation Epsilon: Eros, God of Love

You are Eros, God of Love, taking after your mother. Growing up you could see why the rest of the family despised your father and made a vow to never turn out like him, unlike your two brothers.

Eros:

 * Career:Freelancer

 * Aspiration: Soulmate

 * Traits

  * Romantic

  * Art Lover

  * Perfectionist

Gameplay

As a toddler have the charmer trait

You are your mother’s baby boy, max out in everything

As a child have a crush on your best friend (Psyche)

Your mother and crush dislike each other

Your mother forbids you from seeing your Crush and you have to hide yourself in a bear suit until you are a young adult

Have an argument with your mother and secretly elope with your best friend/lover and move out and live happily ever after.

Generation Epsilon pt. 2: Harmonia, Goddess of Concord and Harmony

Like your brother before you, you came to quickly realize why your father was despised by everyone he ever came across, and was doted on by your mother as to distract from how terrible your father was… but will this come back to bite you in the butt?

Harmonia

* Career: Law

* Aspiration: Friend of The World

* Traits:

  * Bookworm

  * Neat

  * Good

Children:

Ino

Polydorus

Autonoe

Agave

Semelee

Illyrius

 Gameplay

As a toddler have the charmer trait

Max out every skill as a toddler and most skills as a child

Have 5 friends as a child

Have 10 friends as a teen

You fall in love with your childhood crush Cadmus

As a young adult/adult marry Cadmus

Inherit an heirloom (it can be a misc. Decoration item)

Choose a negative lot trait, this lot trait will be passed down from generation to generation.

Generation Van: Semelee

You are Semelee, and just like our mother you followed in her footsteps to work in law enforcement.

Semelee:

 * Career: Law

 * Aspiration: Big Happy Family

 * Traits

   * Gloomy (this is because of the heirloom, and lot trait)

   * Good

   * Ambitious

Gameplay

Have Logic skill level 1

Max out cooking

Max out Gardening

Get pregnant

Die after having child (you can cheat this)

Generation Van pt. 2: Dionysus

Dionysus

Career: Actor (if you have Get Famous)

        Entertainment Career

Aspiration: Party Animal

Traits:

* Romantic

* Materialistic

* Bro

Gameplay

As a toddler, have the wild trait

Host a party every sim week

Create a club with nothing but women (if you have Get Together)

Max out in Gardening 

Max out in Charisma

Max out in Cooking

Have your mother come back to life

Die by Cowplant

Have your mother bring you back to life

While partying one night you fall in love with a beautiful woman

I worked really hard on creating my own Legacy challenge, as I’ve been super into Greek Mythology as of late. I sincerely hope you guys enjoy this short, but very fulfilled Legacy Challenge

[thevampirearcher-md]

Saw your post on abortions in Romania, and honestly.

I've heard all that and more from my grandparents. And it was even just at home abortions that led to that misery -- they didn't do anything about stillborns or miscarriages either.

It's terrifying that that we are nearing something like that in fucking 2022.

Yeah, those were all stories that I've heard from my family and my patients.

I will never forget this one patient who told us how she was rushed to the hospital after she had an abortion, done by a doctor but still in unsanitary conditions (I mean, you barely got sanitary enough conditions back then in actual hospitals) and 72 hours later she was half dead. All because she was poor and she already had three or four children to raise.

This is one of the reasons why I'm so passionate about this. The other is that I know a fair amount about obstetrics and gynaecology now and like ...

One of the doctors in the hospital where I did my rotation told us that she once had two Fillipino (this is the inexact part, I think that's where they were from but I'm not 100% sure) told her that in their country you cannot perform any first trimester D&E or aspiration, not even for a miscarriage. To prevent elective abortions.

Miscarriages bleed like crazy. Miscarriages are not always complete. Sometimes the embryo is dead and doesn't evacuate on its own. Sometimes parts of it remain and they can get infected or lead to a complication called DIC (which basically means that you're bleeding all over your body). Treatment for these problems is also endangered with this ruling.

I'm not a specialist, just a medical school graduate, however Mama Doctor Jones, who you can find both on YT and Instagram is a Texas-born OB-GYN who has made some amazing and very informative videos about all this.

All of the people talking about the murder of "children" are off their rocker. They're embryos during the first trimester, literally buried in the uterine lining, they're that small, then fetuses until birth. Children have been born. ALIVE. If they're willing to impose such horrors on women, God forbid their children are born female.

[franki-lew-yo]

I guess, as an add-on to my own point because it took up too much space in my original argument, there is also a point worth noting about female characters.

There's a lot of love and support for complex female characters but overwhelmingly there's this idea pushed by some fandoms that women characters MUST be stanned no matter what and treated legit like they never did anything wrong...so, you know, getting rid of their complexity or potential dubiousness that made people like them to begin with.

I get annoyed when women fans do this to their favorite male blorbos - clearly making excuses for them because they don't want to admit that the character is flawed. I mentioned the SnapeWives which were/are a real group of people who absolutely think Severus Snape is a good guy who never did anything wrong. Regardless of this being Harry Potter we're talking about, it's the same song different melody as every redeemable, reflective, sympathetic man character fandom likes ever.

And, if I may, I'm kind of annoyed with female characters getting better or worse treatment than their male counterparts BY other feminists. Only in horror do I see complicated women be taken seriously as tragic but irredeemable characters in fandom. I'm a looser who only likes cartoons and broadway I guess, but everywhere else there's this absolutist "you have to LOVE AND SUPPORT THIS CHARACTER because she is a woman" or "you have to HATE AND CONDEMN THIS CHARACTER because she is woman"...it's nuts! Yeah, I know this kind of thing happens with any character discourse but I feel it's hightened by the female-ness of a character.

While the Diamonds are a WHOLE OTHER can of worms, I always hated the attitude that the Crystal Gems on Steven Universe were just sweet mewmew who never hurt anyone. Like, they DO love Steven, but it's an important detail that they be women who care and who also don't inherently know how to nurture. In context of the show they aren't really human- they are monsters and do some occasionally dubious things and their lives have exposed Steven to things he shouldn't have to be dealing with. The show literally tells us this MULTIPLE TIMES. The gems are appealing because they are alien rocks from space who are trying their hardest despite being alien rocks from space. You love them for being genuinely good parents when they are and also flawed people. Them being complex doesn't mean they are role models or #lifegoals.

I think in part because of that mindset from the standom, there's this new argument by some women folk saying bs about the gems being "ACTUALLY ABUSIVE" and bad characters because the show doesn't "punish" them enough or whatever. The Gems are not characters you're supposed to kin and aspire to be like you're supposed to know they're flawed it's just that some people don't know how to love a character without excusing them. And yet I've seen so much salt and shade being tossed around at the fact that some feminists like the Gems or GOD FORBID the diamonds because CLEARLY, if you like the character you

must excuse poor writing

must simp and/or wish you were them all the time

don't think they did anything wrong that one time they definitely were in the wrong.

This attitude is annoying at best when we're talking angry sad kill-crazy genocidal incel men like they're just 'misunderstood'...I really am tired of women and girl characters having to always be someone I 'want' to be like by media, and inherent to that that I got to pick a right side of the gambit if I want to like the character and still call myself a woman or a feminist.

You know, as a bi person, I really kind of hate the aggressive pissing on hetero ships by virtue of it being hetero and not for the actual faults of the couple or characters.

Mind you; this is not the same problem as those homophobes people who insist they don't hate gay stuff but have 0 gay couples and fight headcanons saying that they're gay. Those people, even if they don't know it; are homophobic. Their stubborness to face the fact that they're bigots makes them even more bigoted because bigotry does not inherently = being mean, but is about the inability to accept or think of other people. It's scary how many people earnestly think you have to shout some Westbro Baptist Church bs to be actually homophobic, and all that's before you get to internalized bigotry within the LGBTQ culture. Speaking of which...

I saw a thread where people were hating on Friendship is Magic because Pinkie Pie canonically gets with Weird Al's ponysona. --Obv I'm biased because that being made canon was the only part of the finale I liked as obviously I loved Cheese Sandwich for being his own character apart from Pinkie Pie and Weird Al-- but, BESIDES THAT; The complaint was talking about how some characters were "forced into being straight" by the writers and...really? You're incapable of headcanoning Pinkie and Cheese are bi or in an open marriage or just invalidating Pinkie now because she's the only one of the mane 6 who canonically had a kid with a stallion? Really?

There's being queer baited and wanting more gay couples that are also main characters and not off to the side cyclops police. And then there's getting mad that a character without a canonized sexuality is in a hetero relationship at least once in their life.

Naturally, I only have women shippers to talk about. I can't quite talk for gay men or m/m shipcourse. Whenever I see lesbiansapphics be all "even canonically straight characters should be made gay"/"this ship would be fine if it were lesbians"/"this character should have gotten with this character so I can have lesbians"...I think it's all just joking. At least, I'm pretty sure. I know the reason you want more lesbians -I want more lesbians too because lesbians are great! You are right in how and what kind of scrutiny is held against you for liking women and like fiction women liking other fictional women...but...maybe don't be so judgemental of the ladies on your side who happen to like some m/f ships more than your appointed 'good' ship?

"We're not judgemental. You're the one who's judgemental for not being able to take some light rubbing abt your ship being straight."

Am I though? When you hate on a m/fships because seeing people support them in ANY WAY means you have to make fun of them just to validate your own feelings...idk pardon MY autistic arse for feeling a tad bit picked on or lumped in with the really not okay straights. I'm not even straight myself. Am I excluded from defending myself because I'm not the ideal lesbian? I'll never survive the sapphic hunger games if I don't have specific standards for my gay couples vs my straight ones?

I've seen people adore The Owl House for being gay because it is but absolutely hate that Willow/Hunter is implied and then be mad that Luz didn't get with Willow because "Amity is a bad girlfriend". It's not Dana's fault that Luz got with the "wrong woman", the show was written with Lumity being endgame and Hunter being an important side character because he's related to the main villain who is a man. Cope.

I've seen people hate on MysteryElk because Elktaur/General has a standardly attractive' hunky design; I've seen people hate Edred from Unicorn Warriors Eternal for being an icky 'generic' guy. If you actually know the characters and the relationships in question with their lovers, you'd know that the fact that they're a man is the LEAST problematic thing they got going on! No, the men in these couples being women would not "fix" anything not just for shippers but in the actual show with the relationships. Like, you DO get that the problem is Nowhere King is the aggressor and that Edred is clingy and unsupportive, right? That those are the actual problems with these couples? And GOSH do I now hate Clone High's insistence that JFK is actually a decent person because he's not a 'pick me' like Abe. I hate that, in the wake of the internet realizing how bad tumblr sexymen nice guys really are, we apparently have to pick out the men who are "salvageable" or obsess over the problemed ones problems because they are men. Which- come to think of it, isn't that part of the issue with SnapeWife-types who stan flawed male characters like their the second coming but antagonize women characters for being flawed? Shouldn't we, idk, maybe encourage people to love characters for their flaws and not because we can 'fix' them somehow or hate them because they exemplify a person you hate irl?

Overall, the (hopefully) ironic demand for gay couples all the time like it's a supremacy is kind of irritating to me. I'm just not into living with the "this majority group are all the things wrong"-mindset, or even a "you deserve to feel the bigotry I already experience because that's cathartic for me". I know exactly why people are in pain. I know that pain because a lot of it is the same I have to go through. The reason I'm 'biting back', not at the gay community I'm in but at this specific mindset? Yeah it IS because I'm obsessed with people judging me, but I think it's because I'm self aware of this problem I have that I don't want to indulge the part of me that wants petty payback at all. When and if I like my petty payback, I want to make sure it's not at the people who might be judging me vs the people who actually, honestly are.

TL;DR: I love me some 'straights are not okay'-jokes, but there comes a point where I can not hear them when you clearly don't mean it as a joke.

No amount of active bigotry in this world will make the toxic absolutism you got as a result of that bigotry something I need to deal with as the butt of your anger. I and other bi/pan/ally people are not your stress dolls, inherently. The straights (a group) are not okay, not the straights (individuals), k?

[dameafterdark]

Fanning the Flames [Roy Mustang x Black Femme Reader]

CW: workplace sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, blow job, body worship, pubic hair, making out, light femdom, tickling, enthusiastic consent, boss/employee relationship, semi-public sex, porn with plot, BBW reader

WARNING! The contents of this fic are NSFW! Read at your own risk!

word count: 5769

summary: After transferring to Central Command, you’re determined not to let a certain smooth-talking colonel distract you from your job duties.

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You never could have imagined meeting a man like him when you walked through the doors of Central Command. But then again, trivial things like infatuation and love making were the last thing on your mind. Bright eyed and eager to impress, what mattered most to you were your ambitions. You didn’t have time to fool around with romance; a cushy job in Central was everything you could have hoped for as a fairly new recruit. And besides, the higher ups didn’t look too kindly upon fraternizing. 

You had heard of the twenty-something aspiring general long before you sent in your letter of acceptance, but didn't think much of him. You learned long ago not to get involved with military gossip, especially the kind that involved sleazeballs like him. You know, the type of man that flirted with anything on two legs with a pretty face. You barely liked guys on a good day, so you were certain you’d have no trouble rejecting his advances. Lay low and work hard was the motto you repeated to yourself every morning as you ironed your uniform.

Unfortunately, your name was on everyone’s lips before you had the chance to introduce yourself. It couldn’t have been avoided, and you were naive to think it could. Being the only non-native Amestrian in the Central forces was mostly to blame, but you figured your looks also had something to do with your sudden popularity. After all, you were below average height, and your round curves rivaled the thin waifish figures of most Amestrian women. It definitely wasn’t the “ideal” body of a soldier, but that never stopped you in the past. Your brown skin, head full of tight curls, and full lips were impossible for others to ignore. You demanded attention whenever you entered a room, whether you wanted it or not. 

And as soon as the two of you made acquaintances, you knew something was bound to happen eventually.

From the moment he uttered that first sultry “Hello” and took your gloved hand in his, kissing the back of it like he was some sort of prince out of a fairy tale, your heart decided on its feelings faster than your brain could process. He pushed the knife in deeper with a little coy smirk that made your breath hitch and your stomach tighten.

“(Y/N), at your service,” you stated, doing your best to hide the tremor in your voice. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, Colonel Mustang.”

“Please,” he said as he let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving your own. “Call me Roy.”

Those four little words sparked the first ember, and from then on you walked with fire in your chest and heat pressed against your cheeks. And no matter how often you dampened those flames, they always reignited into an inferno.

You weren't the one to give into your primal urges, though. You were a professional, for God’s sake, and after clawing your way up through the ranks you’d be damned to throw away years of hard work for a pair of bedroom eyes. Especially when so many others only saw your job offer as an Affirmative Action-esque handout. 

It’s not worth it, you’d mumble under your breath while sorting through piles of paperwork, doing your best to avoid meeting the colonel’s gaze as he sat across the room from you. Knowing what might transpire if you did. For weeks you daydreamed about making that connection with those steely grey eyes that followed your shapely figure wherever you walked, most likely imagining what was underneath. Truthfully, you wanted him to want you. You desired to be desired by the man that tossed out flirtatious remarks right after another, remarks you pretended to hate yet secretly made you giddy. Steely eyed with a boyish charm, he was 100% your type. And you had no idea what to do about it.

At first, you resisted him under the pretense of “work professionalism” and your “commitment to duty”. Sure, you'd play with him a little every now and then just to watch him squirm. Pursing your lips in the shape of a kiss whenever you caught him staring, bending over with the right side showing after “accidentally” dropping something in front of him, giving him a peek at the black skin tight crop top you wore in lieu of a bra whenever you stretched your arms. 

And he'd respond by taking every opportunity to get close to you. Like placing a hand on your waist whenever he moved past you and letting it linger a few seconds longer than it should have, or coming up behind you to whisper something in your ear until goosebumps lined your spine. 

“Your uniform is looking pristine today, (Y/N),” he complimented you one day after you dropped off another pile of urgent documents on his desk. “But I know something that will look better on you.”

You rolled your eyes in response, but decided to humor him.

“And what would that be, sir?”

“Me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you made your leave. Sure, it was predictable, but it was earnest, and the more desperate he got the more it amused you. 

It was all in good fun, at least in the beginning. But after the first couple months, you could sense his growing agitation as each day passed. His movements became strained, his eyes hungrier, his muscles more tense. One day, as you sat at the edge of his desk with your ass just inches away from his hand, you could visibly see him clench his fist as if fighting against an insatiable urge. The sight gave you a rush of power unlike any other.

By the end of your three month mark, the entire department was making bets on when the two of you would finally hook up. Which became a nuisance in the eyes of one person in particular.

That’s right, it wasn’t just your position you had to worry about. Although most of the other military members were quite welcoming to you on that first day, First Lieutenant Hawkeye was the exception. She gave meaning to the phrase “if looks could kill”. Sure, you pretended not to notice the daggers she shot in your direction every time you dared to banter with the roguishly handsome colonel, but that didn’t make it any less intimidating. However, you were no stranger to workplace rivalry, especially in the military. No blondie was going to run you out, not after you worked your ass off to get there.

All of your resolve, however, was put to the test one fateful Friday evening.

Central Command was nearly empty. The rest of the officers had gone home for the day (or were sent home, in Hawkeye’s case, but you didn’t find that out until much later). Apart from a few stragglers hanging around in the hallways, you were pretty much the only one left… apart from him, of course. You’d only been there for a few months, so you had taken every opportunity to build your reputation as a workaholic, refusing to go home unless ordered to. You were hoping it would show your diligence and dedication to the right people. You could practically taste the promotion, you just had to hang in there a little longer. If you could resist the colonel for another few months, you’d be a shoe in. You just knew it.

You headed towards his office to drop off one last pile of paperwork. One he was certain to ignore until the following week, but at least it would’ve been out of your hands and his responsibility. You gave the door a quiet, yet firm knock with the back of your knuckles and waited for permission to enter.

“Come in,” he crooned, his voice sounding more alluring than authoritative. 

You opened the door slowly, clutching the thick pile against your chest before heading inside. When it closed behind you, you clicked your ankles together and gave your colonel a firm salute.

“At ease,” He said off-handedly, placing the file he had in hand onto his desk. You heard him crunching on something, most likely one of those peppermints he always kept by the phone. He focused his rigid eyes onto you, clasping his hands together to form a small tent for his chin to rest on. 

“The paperwork you requested, sir,” You gave a staunch reply, hoping to hide the nervous butterflies that suddenly began to flutter about in your belly. Ah, what was it about that look in his eye that made you feel so skittish? It wasn’t so intimidating when there were people around, but now that you were finally alone...

“I told you, there’s no need for these formalities when it’s just the two of us.”

“With all due respect, this was how I was trained. Sir,” You put extra emphasis on that last title and flashed him a cheeky grin, knowing how much he loved hearing you call him that. It did something to you, seeing his breath hitch and his grip tighten. If he was attempting to hide his arousal, he was doing a pretty shoddy job.

“Were you also trained to put in 12 hour days without clearance?”

Welp. He got you there. So much for all that overtime pay. Not like it would've been approved by HR, anyway.

“...No, sir. But you asked to have these forms done by the end of the week, and I promised to follow through.”

The colonel raised an eyebrow in amusement, not bothering to show restraint as he looked you up and down. The way his eyes were devouring you was enough to make you question all your morals.

“Or maybe you were just looking for an excuse to get me alone.”

You felt your face heat up at his comment, which only got worse when he flashed that usual shit eating grin of his.

“And what if I was?”

“Then I’d forbid you from working so hard and offer to take you out instead.”

You blinked a few times in disbelief, unsure how to interpret his words.

“...What?”

“You’re still pretty new to Central, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, I doubt you’ve gotten the chance to really explore the city. I could be your tour guide.”

“Are you…?”

“Asking you out? Affirmative.”

Your lips parted in shock, then formed into a grin as the corners of your lips crept up.

“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate, colonel?”

“It could be. But only if you wanted that.”

“Sir.”

“Please, (Y/N), I said call me Roy. We’re close enough now, aren’t we?”

“...Roy,” his first name was unfamiliar on your tongue, yet rolled off like smooth silk. It felt odd to call your superior out of his title, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

“Yes?”

“Your offer is tempting, but I’ll have to decline. I can’t risk losing my position.”

“Who has to know?”

“People talk, you know.”

“Then let's give them something to talk about.”

It was corny, but genuine. You could tell he was really trying, perhaps as an attempt to live up to his womanizer reputation. It made you wonder if that was all an act.

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you come here and find out.”

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have hesitated to obey a command from your superior. But hearing him toss aside the suggestive comments for a more direct method of flirting had taken your head for a spin. After months of playful teasing that usually led to nowhere, you suddenly found yourself on a direct course to somewhere. 

It was foolish to fall for a man like him, but there wasn’t a single thing stopping you from taking the plunge. You were about to dive in headfirst without bothering to take a breath.

“Alright, then. I guess I’ll have to come to you.”

He stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back so he could come round the desk and make his way towards you. Your heartbeat steadily increased the closer he got, pounding against your rib cage until it felt like you’d explode. In just a few short seconds, the colonel’s face was inches away from your own and you could practically smell the peppermint candy he had been sucking on just moments ago. You didn’t realize that you’d backed up against the wall until his right arm was suddenly beside your head. He leaned in close until you could smell of his expensive cologne wafting in the air. It reminded you of your dad’s aftershave, with hints of sandalwood and bergamot. 

You’d never been so close to the colonel before and hadn’t realized how much height he had on you. He wasn’t anywhere close to being six feet, but you had always been on the shorter side, and the confidence oozing from his aura was making you feel three inches tall.

“(Y/N),” he said with a stern tone. “I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to give me your honest answer.”

“Sure.”

“That’s an order.”

“... Yes, sir.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes boring holes into you as you waited with stalled breath for him to go on. A few moments passed; you noticed part of his face twitch before he took a big gulp.

Was Roy Mustang… nervous?

“Do you…” He finally spit out after several long seconds. “Do you… want this to go any further?”

You stood there quietly for a moment, wondering if you’d do permanent damage to his ego if you toyed with him any longer. You decided on a mix of genuine honesty and playful taunting, just to keep him on his toes.

“What kind of woman do you take me for, Roy?” you teased, crossing your arms while donning an amused smirk.

“A phenomenal one,” he half-whispered. “One I’d be honored to know more intimately.”

“And once you’ve known me?” you said, meeting his famished gaze. “What will happen?”

“Whatever you want. I could give you space. I could never give you space again. It’s your choice.”

“My superior has handed me the reins,” you goaded gleefully. “What will our colleagues think when they hear of this?”

“I’m serious, (Y/N),” he growled with an unfamiliar sense of urgency. “If you want this… whatever this is, to end here, just say the word and I’ll obey without question. This will never happen again, and everything will go back to the way it was.”

You fell silent, your smile fading away as the conversation began to fall out of your favor.

“But,” he continued, letting out a sharp exhale. “...If you’ll have me. We could m-”

You silenced him with a kiss on the lips, one that left him red faced and dazed. It was a risky move, but one you were more than willing to take. You pulled away after a few seconds and held back a chuckle when you saw his shocked expression; certainly, those long months spent building up tension had paid off. Armed with a silver tongued response, you let your words sink into him like teeth in supple skin. You leaned in close until your breath wisped across his ear.

“Does that answer your question?”

He stared at you with wide eyes and mouth agape for a few moments before pulling you into his embrace once more, kissing you deeply.

His kiss was ravenous, but his hands rivaled that hunger, taking in palmfuls of you as much as he could with all those layers of uniform covering your body. You felt his tongue against your own and relished the sweet peppermint flavor while strong hands slid under the fabric of your outerwear, causing your back to arch further into his grasp. You felt his hands on your back and then again on your hips, groping every curve until his appetite was satiated.

Desperate to get closer, he suddenly pushed you against the wall and grabbed the backs of your thighs as he prepared to lift you up. You let out a tiny yelp a little too late, a weak attempt to warn him of your weight, but your words failed to reach his ears and soon you found yourself in the arms of the Flame Alchemist. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as his hands rested comfortably on your ass, cradling each cheek in his wide palms. You looked down, realizing that your concern for his strength was unfounded. It was as if he was carrying a basket of feathers; there wasn’t any sign of strain to be found in his expression. Your anxiety returned to passion while your hands found their way into the jet black fields of his hair. You found yourself grabbing fistfuls of it as you kissed him deeper and deeper, smiling against his lips every time he moaned from the action. 

Abruptly, he pulled away, eyes soft with desire and longing. You opened your mouth to speak, but he silenced you with another wet kiss before carrying you towards the burgundy couch on the other side of the room.

He laid you down carefully on the velvet cushions, as if you were made of delicate porcelain. Your uniform was already in shambles; the hem of your top coat had ridden up, exposing your disheveled black undershirt and your lack of a bra, and your outer apron was practically on backwards. He took in the sight for a moment; his eyes lost in a lustful haze before finally doing something about it. He dug his fingers under the waistband of your pants in search of the buckle, causing you to let out a surprised squeal right before bursting into giggles. 

“Stahahap!” You weakly batted his hands away. “It tickles!”

You were doomed as soon as the words escaped your lips. With the narrowing of his eyes and a mischievous grin, he placed his fingers in the same spot you just pushed him away from and dug into your belly with a gentle, yet maddening touch.

“Ticklish?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You would’ve spat back a retort had you not been laughing so hard. Feeling him wriggle around in such a sensitive area was more than you could handle at the moment.

“Aaaaah! Roy!! Nooohoho!”

“Ah, now she calls me Roy. Who knew all I had to do to get you to obey me was to tickle you.”

“Nonononono- AAAH!”

Your little outburst was due to him raking his nails down the length of your now-exposed sides, which made you arch your back and push yourself further into his grasp once again. He quit the unbearable wriggling, trading them for soft and gentle strokes, but even those were enough to make you squirm. Your laughs quieted down to muted giggles, ones you tried to mask by covering your mouth with both hands. He took care of that swiftly, taking both wrists into one of his big hands and pinning them above your head. You could feel the heat radiating from his palm, and it made you sweat even more.

“There will be none of that,” He said with an amused smile, looking you up and down as you laid there at his total mercy. Heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks, and you quietly thanked whatever deity was out there for giving you so much melanin.

“Aaahaha… pleeease…” You half-heartedly begged, not for his hands to leave your skin but to continue touching the rest of you.

His free hand trailed up your side, purposefully tickling your bronze skin every inch of the way up until it reached your chest. Now only protected by a thin layer of dark cotton, he began to caress one of your budding nipples as it poked through the fabric of your undershirt. You let out a small moan, unable to hold yourself back. He gave the same attention to your other nipple, flicking the swollen tip until you began to whine. The gentle stimulation was enough to drive you wild, despite the fact that he had barely touched you.

“Why don’t we remove this troublesome uniform so I can find your other sensitive spots?” He cooed, eager to continue his exploration of your body. He released your wrists momentarily and waited for you to undress. You rolled your eyes but obliged, pulling off your unbuttoned top coat and white gloves while he got to work on his own clothes. You scoffed at him as he fumbled around with his own gloves and pants; you assumed the colonel would be a pro by now, with all the “experience” he bragged about having with the ladies, but seeing him awkwardly stumble around like a preteen about to lose his virginity was enough to make you laugh out loud. He put an end to it quickly, however, with another scurry of fingers up your sides. You shrieked again, curling up into yourself to get away from those torturous touches.

“How dare you mock your superior,” he joked, finally managing to undo his belt buckle. His pants slid off unceremoniously; he kicked them across the room and flinched when they landed on an expensive vase, subsequently knocking it over and shattering into pieces. You covered your mouth again, failing to hide another laugh. However, one look at his dejected expression made you regret poking fun at him.

“This is not exactly how I imagined this going,” He mumbled, furrowing his brows in frustration. 

“It’s alright. It’s cute.”

“How dare you call your superior officer cute. I should punish you for that.”

“You’re such a big baby. Stop whining and touch me already.”

“Look who’s giving orders now.”

“Shut up and do as you’re told.”

“As you wish, ma’am,” he teased as he leaned forward, pulling your pants down your thick legs and tossing them aside, this time with a bit more care so as not to break any other valuables in the room. All that was left were your black lace panties and matching undershirt.

He unbuttoned his top coat, removed his white undershirt, and placed both of them on the floor beside the couch, and finally it was your turn to admire his form. You knew the Flame Alchemist was strong after fighting in two different wars, but you had never gotten the chance to see his body in its full glory without the layers of his uniform hiding it away. The muscles in his arms bulged with every movement, complemented by thick veins that ran from the back of his hands to his forearms. He must have been committed to his core workouts as well; he had a well defined six pack that rose and fell with each haggard breath he took. It was enough to make you go feral. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to caress his milky pale skin, which flinched at the sudden contact. It was warm beneath your fingertips, and after a taste you wanted more.

It would have to wait, though, for he was a gentleman and wouldn’t dare come before his lady. 

He crouched down and planted a gentle kiss on your stomach as he began his worship of you. Your skin quivered from the tender gesture and you struggled to hold back another tittered reaction for fear of ruining the moment. Biting your lip failed to stifle the giggles bubbling in your throat as he kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of your exposed belly. He flittered his lips along your sides, moving from waist to navel until his tongue dipped into your belly button. Each subtle movement sent electric currents throughout your body, filling you with pleasure as he adored every centimeter of your seldom touched skin.

Moving downwards, his lips grazed your thigh crease as they continued their descent, but when he went to spread your legs you grabbed his shoulders to stop him. He looked up, brows furrowed with worry at your tense expression.

“Wait,” you said as insecurity overcame you. “I don’t… like how I look down there.”

He said nothing, his gaze returning to the empty space between your thighs that he planned to fill himself. He rubbed the tops of your legs with the lightest pressure, making you writhe in place. He looked up at you again with puppy dog eyes, begging for you to let him in.

“May I?”

You hesitated, but nodded in response. He slowly pushed your legs apart, and suddenly you felt more exposed than ever before. The scars that dotted your pantyline were front and center, the ugly browns and bumpy red ridges garnering all the attention from your colonel. Your pubic hair was wild and unkempt, so much that he’d have to sift through the strands like a man on a safari. Surely, seeing these scars, along with the state of your pubic hair, had turned him off completely.

“It’s just… been a while,” you continued your lament. “A long while.”

Still saying nothing, he leaned forward and surprised you with more gentle pecks directly on the scarred skin you had spent years hiding away from the light. He added his tongue, pulling your thin lace panties to the side and carefully spreading your lips so he could begin to feast. That first lick sent your mind soaring to the heavens, causing your hands to clutch the stiff fabric of the couch for leverage. The space between your legs increased as you opened yourself to him, allowing him access to your seldom shared treasure. Your insecurities quickly faded into nothing, and you surrendered to him body and mind.

Admittedly, it took awhile for you to cum. Longer than you wished. But he was dedicated to your pleasure, keeping his face planted between your thighs through every guttural moan or sudden thrash. You made sure to let him know he was doing the job well, your moans growing louder whenever he licked your clit in just the right way. Alternating between sucking and flicking, he finally found the rhythm that suited you best after several long minutes of trial and error. He kept going, refusing to change his pattern until he heard those magic words.

“I’m gonna come,” you cry out in a breathy voice. “I’m gonna come I’m gonna come I’m gonna-”

An explosion of stars in your peripheral, plus the involuntary curling of your toes, told him all he needed to know. Waves of pleasure washed over your body as your mind went fuzzy, like television screens after a long day’s broadcast. Your chest rose and fell in rapid succession, and upon opening your eyes you were greeted by a victorious smirk from your baby-faced superior. He leaned his cheek against your thigh, lazily kissing along your path of scars until he reached your knees.

“You’re amazing,” he uttered in between smooches. His fingers traced constellations in your skin, making you flinch now and then from the ticklish sensations. You tried to grab his hands, but he was faster, and made sure to take advantage of your vulnerability and increased sensitivity by tickling your hips until you screamed.

“And you’re a menace!” You cried out, playfully slapping his cheeks while he laughed at your expense. 

Once you regained logical thought, you pushed yourself up and faced your superior officer head on. He had given you a taste of pleasure, but you craved more. You wanted him inside you, and you wanted him your way. It was time for Roy Mustang to take orders.

“Lay down,” You commanded, a sudden authoritativeness washing over you. Roy seemed just as shocked as you, but followed your command willingly. He laid back on the couch across strewn cushions and scattered pillows, allowing you to take full reign over him. He wasn't moving fast enough to your liking, so you pushed him down and wrapped your hand around his throat with enough pressure to hold him in place without affecting his breathing. You kept your thumb and forefinger in the shape of a V, careful not to press down too hard too quickly. Your fingers rested comfortably on the sides of his neck as he looked at you with eyes full of affection.

“(Y/N), I never took you as an aggressive one,” He teased, showing no signs of fighting back.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Roy,” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and caressed his freshly shaven face as he watched you, holding back from acting on his arousal.

“Well, I’d certainly love to find out.”

You released him from your grasp and carefully stood up on the unstable cushions, lifting your undershirt over your head and sliding your panties down until you were stark naked. Stark naked, in front of your superior officer, who was gaping at you like he’d just discovered the eighth wonder of the world. You crawled on top of him, seizing the waistband of his own briefs before yanking them off unceremoniously. They were discarded next to the couch with the rest of the wrinkled pieces of your uniforms.

Finally, you saw his member in all its glory. It was pale, with a hint of rosy hue, and exactly the right shape for your preferences. If you had to guess, it was at least 8 inches erect. He’d teased you with his dickprint for those long months, aware of how its size and girth demanded your attention every time you were lucky enough to sit next to him in a meeting. How long had you yearned to feel it for yourself?

You took his rock hard penis into your hand, gathering all of the saliva in your mouth before taking it in. You licked the tip with a flicker of your tongue, smiling to yourself when you saw him writhe where he laid. You wrapped your mouth around him as he cried out in pleasure, finally giving him the relief he desired. Your head began to bob up and down as your tongue licked the entirety of his member. You felt it twitch in your mouth every so often as he began to pulsate, grunting every time the tip hit the back of your throat. You suppressed the urge to gag, slowing down whenever that sick feeling arose, then returned to the same deliberate rhythm when the feeling passed. You could tell the ebb and flow was driving him mad. It was time to give him more.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked, ready to go all the way.

He nodded, reaching over the side of the couch in search of his pants. He fumbled around for a bit, letting out a frustrated curse every once in a while before he found what he was looking for. He ripped off the plastic wrapping and pinched the tip as he slid it down over his painfully erect penis.

When he was ready, you climbed on top and spread your legs.

“Do you want me?” you said, pressing the tip of his head into your vagina. He let out a groan and pushed his hips upward, desperate to get deeper inside of you.

“Yes,” he murmured.

“How badly do you want me?”

“I want you so bad,” his pleas became more urgent, almost turning to whimpers. “Please, let me feel you.”

You obliged, taking him into you. You were still quite wet from his masterful oral skills, so his member slid inside easily without much discomfort. The cry of pleasure that came from him almost caused you to stop in place. You lifted yourself up, then back down again, your cheeks making a smacking sound as they slammed against his thighs.

“Fuck,” he sighed with eyes closed, grunting with every long stroke. “You feel so good.”

You silently agree as your body rises and falls in a steady pattern. He feels so good, so unbelievably good inside you, and all you wanted in that moment was to make him feel as good as you did. You bounced around, testing out different angles to see which gave the best reactions, then settled on one and sped up your strokes.

“Tell me you love it,” you demanded, dripping with sweat, seeking affirmation of a job well done. 

“I love it. I need it. Please, give me more.”

You could feel him getting close. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching your hips for dear life as you rode him into dawn and let out more than a few moans of your own.

Finally, he reached his peak. You could feel his warm cum bursting inside you, protected only by the thin lubricated condom. You sat there for some time, delighting in the random pumps and twitches as he continued to burst inside you. 

Exhaustion finally hit, and when he pulled you into an embrace you didn’t bother protesting. The two of you laid there for however long, lost in a world of ecstasy. One hand was wrapped around your shoulder while the other stroked your wild curls. You closed your eyes and melted into him, making sure to enjoy the moment as much as possible before it was over.

“Roy,” you spoke up after a long bout of silence. “What happens now?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, continuing to caress your frazzled curls and rubbing the back of your neck every now and then. Seemingly lost in thought.

“I told you,” he spoke up after some time. “You call the shots.”

You clenched your fist as it rested against his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, unwilling to let the excitement go.

“I want more of this. I want more of you.”

He responded by cupping your cheek in one hand, pulling it towards his own face so he could address you properly. For once, you felt shy as you made eye contact with your colonel.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Uh, nothing. I have to tend to my garden, but that won’t take long.”

“Let’s do dinner at 7. Then I’ll tend to your garden afterward.”

He was truly something else. You scoffed at his ridiculous innuendo, gently backhanding him for daring to be so cheesy at such a time. He simply smiled back, pulling you in closer so he could kiss you again, and again, and again.

Work, promotions, envious colleagues… all of that could wait. Right now, you had everything you wanted. You’d figure the rest out later.

After all, you were a phenomenal woman. 

[amberwild420]

one step back, two steps forward (pt. 8)

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family dinner

The girls chatted as they stepped out of the school. Luka and Kagami promised to meet them there so they can all go for the dinner. And true to their words they were there.

 Luka! Kagami! So glad you could make it!

 I wouldn’t miss our duel for anything.

Kagami slightly smiled. Since lunch, she had been looking forward to the duel. Luka merely smiled and the group walked towards Kaylan’s home.

  When Kaylan told them about class and the drama that unfolded after class, they were angry but pleased when Kaylan used Bustier’s words against the class.

 You seriously need to teach me how to trash talk!

 Marinette laughed. All the responses and comebacks that Kaylan had used till now made her days.

I can teach you but you have to toughen up first. What they are doing is wrong and I want you to save yourself.

 Marinette gave a sad smile. Luka, Kagami and Kaylan shared a look.

 I trust them that they can realize the truth and everything will be back to how it was.

 I don’t think so.

 Kaylan fired back. She stopped, making the rest stop too. She had a blank face but her eyes were calculating.

Marinette…..*sigh*………..look I know you say that everything will be ok or that you trust them, but……but deep down you know that after what they had done, you won’t be able to trust them……………..at least not like before………you know before all this started. As for that everything will be alright……….it’s just as connected to the trust. You think it will be alright but you know that your trust and relationship will be strained. So much that slowly and sub-consciously you will cut them out.

 Marinette made a face. A flash of coldness passed through her eyes. But it was gone before she mumbled,

 You wouldn’t know that.

I know that. I have seen that. Or rather someone close to me had seen that and told me.

 For a moment they looked vulnerable. But it was gone when Marinette nodded. She seriously needed to talk to Tikki. She was good at listening and giving advises.

 Come on we don’t want to be late.

 They silent moment broke and they walked towards the apartment building.

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The woman smiled sweetly and welcomed the trio in. As soon as they settled in the woman started mothering them, hugging them tightly, asking them of their day, talking non-stop.

Mom! You are overwhelming them. Slowdown will ya!

 The woman stopped abruptly and smiled sheepishly when she saw the expression of the trio.

 Sorry. Sorry. I was just excited that you made so many friends in such a short time.

 *sigh* this is Veronica Fox, my mother. She is a freelance psychiatrist. And yes, she is the one who made the banshee therapy for akuma prevention.

 Oh! It’s nice to meet you kids. I’m so happy you made friends with my broody daughter.

 I’m not broody. Batman brood. I sit back and judge……… And fight when they irritate me.

 Marinette nervously laughed not knowing what was going on. The difference between the mother and daughter was like sun and moon. And judging by Kagami’s attempt to hide her smile and Luka’s quite snicker they must have thought the same.

 She could feel Tikki’s amusement from her purse.

 At least someone’s having fun.

 She thought and sighed.

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The small training room was cozy. Their apartment was not by any mean big and luxurious but it wasn’t too small. The two bedrooms, a living room, a guestroom, a kitchen and a spare room turned to training room was definitely not small. Kagami was attracted towards the small assortment of the blades on the wall.

 A beautiful long bladed spear stood tall in the center. The shine and sharpness of the blade gave her a sense of satisfaction.

Next to it was a double bladed weapon. Marinette who stood behind Kagami looked confused.

 I don’t think I had ever seen this type of weapon in your collection Kagami. What type of weapon is this?

 She whispered to the Japanese girl who looked rather stunned.

A naginata!        Kaylan called from behind them. Veronica left the teens to get started for the evening tea. Luka also joined the girls, giving out an impressed whistle.

 It’s not easy to wield a weapon of this caliber. Not without years and years of practice.

 Kagami looked impressed.

 Wait were her eyes shining like all those anime characters she had seen or was Marinette hallucinating?

 Kaylan looked amused. She picked up the blade in question and went in the middle of the room. The rest waiting in the side in anticipation. Kaylan stood with her eyes closed mentally preparing to do a simple trick rather then something complicated.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes and spin the pole around her with a familiar ease and pointed it towards Kagami, who looked like a child in a candy store.

Smiling softly she put the weapon back to where it belonged.

 It was impressive!

 Kagami said with a wide smile. If it wasn’t her ability to school her emotion she would be rumbling like Marinette normally does.

 I’m glad you thought so. To me it is like a fish to water. That’s why I learned to fight with this far quicker.

 Uh………..       Marinette didn’t know what to ask but she shuffled around nervously before opening her mouth to ask her a question.

 Is it really hard to fight with this two blade pole?

Yes. / It is.

 Both girls said at the same time. They looked at each other before turning towards the designer.

 Wielding a naginata requires a lot of practice. Especially for women. First because of the height and weight that requires a lot of upper body strength. This one is normal length mostly used by samurai’s. Women warriors use one smaller and lighter.

 Kagami told them rather eagerly. She wanted to learn. But her affinity was with sword. But to see one here and someone to use a weapon she longed to learn right in front of her was making her warm in chest.

 It’s not just the upper body strength………        Kaylan interrupted.

Normal naginata have only one blade. Mine has double blade. It makes it even more difficult to practice. You can’t get distracted. Or one of the two blades can cut you.

 Kagami nodded. This is exactly what made this weapon so magnetic for her. She turned to the wall and picked up the only katana from the wall.

  The beautiful white sheath with small patterns and beautifully crafted handle. Marinette subtly took out her sketch book, suddenly inspired by a sword to make a base line of her next dress.

 Kagami unsheathe the sword, admiring the blade before turning to Kaylan.

 I believe a duel is in order.

 Kaylan only smirked before taking her sword and turning towards the sparring mat. Kagami unsheathed her own saber but was bummed out when Kaylan didn’t unsheathed her own but didn’t comment on it.

 Luka who was silent all this time, stepped forward to act as referee since Marinette was in her zone.

Both girls got in position, blades pointing each other. The moment Luka signaled both clashed. Both countering the other, not letting other to take advantage of the opening.

 Marinette looked at the dual fascinated. Tikki the ever loving god/Kawami was recording the dual. (She is still hiding in the purse mind you. She just doesn’t want her chosen’s friend to get into trouble when they clearly forgot about the promised video.)

 It was until Kagami thrust her saber point blank and it hit Kaylan in the shoulder when she tried to block it. A moment of silence passed before Kaylan chuckled and relaxed.

 Not bad, Tsurugi!

 Kagami who looked rather bewildered. Apparently she didn’t thought it would actually hit. But she relaxed when Kaylan laughed. She smiled.

 Not too bad yourself, Fox.

 Best out of three?

 I don’t mind.

 And with that they positioned themselves again.

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The next two rounds were a tie and another win for Kagami, though it was longer than any match Kagami ever participated.

 I would have won if it was my trusty pole.

 Kaylan said, before putting the katana back to its place. Kagami let out a hum of affirmation. No doubt there, she was good at handling it. They turned to the pair of whip coiled at the wall.

A silver whip with a small curved blade.

And another with golden handle and an arrow like blade. Both adorn the wall, with a grace of their own.

 How good are you with a whip?

 It was Marinette who asked this time. Her eyes were calculatingly looking at the weapon. If she is good with such weapons then giving her a miraculous with an unconventional weapon will be easy for her to use in akuma battle.

 Better than sword. Almost as good as gladiator.

 The trio raised an eyebrow. She smiled sheepishly before gesturing towards the naginata.

 You named that thing?        Kagami looked rather amused. The designer and the musician snickered when Kaylan let out a dramatic gasp.

 How dare you call gladiator a thing?! He is my trustworthy ally.

 The trio laughed. A whine that was more like complaining sounded. A smile rose to her lips, Veronica looked at the old picture on the fridge. It was two of them, she cried when she first held her smiling daughter. It was one of her favorite memory.

Her life hasn’t been easy. No friend. No family. But it felt nice to hear her talking to friends, laughing. Maybe it was the right decision to come here despite the emotional terrorist.

 Kids, have some snacks! God forbid I can’t have any more kids with no self-care.

 MOM!!!

 And one again the laughter rose.

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Taking a bite of the fruit sandwich, Marinette hummed in satisfaction. Fruit tart and fruit trifle were available in bakery but……… she definitely need to get the recipe.

 Kagami looked right at home. Well, considering it was from her home country. Luka, Kaylan and her mother were tending to their tea.

 Now that we all are gathered……..let’s begin the interrogation.

 Veronica winked at the kids making them giggle while Kaylan rolled her eyes fondly.

 So I know about Marinette being the aspiring fashion designer that could give other designer a run for their money, what about two of you? I don’t think any of you was mentioned before.

That’s because we met today and I decided that are worth my time and effort. Unlike some liars and dumb sheep that share only one brain cell which could die anytime now.

 Veronica lightly slapped her on the thigh, but Kaylan just shamelessly smirked. The trio exchanged knowing glances.

 Yep, they were like sun and the moon. Not like mother, like daughter kind.

 Kagami is a world class fencer. She had won many gold medals in every single competition and she is training for the Olympus.

 Marinette excitedly started talking. The girl in question had a very tiny blush on her cheeks when her friend kept gushing about her.

I’m actually a guitarist, I was with the kitty section but now I’m going solo.

 And Luka sometimes intern with Jagged Stone, he can hear the songs of the soul.

 That’s nice I’m sure you wouldn’t mind telling me what type of music my soul emits?

 The said boy nodded before closing his eyes and focusing while everyone else held their breath when they saw Luka frowning. It wasn’t like the unpleasant frown when he heard Lila’s song. But more like he couldn’t figure out how to tell.

It’s…………

 Everyone leaned forward batting their breath waiting for him to speak.

 It’s ……it’s like many different melodies mixed together. Not like a mush or anything unpleasant. More like…..orchestra? No more like a mix classic and rock band.  

 Veronica looked eager to learn about the mixed melody. Kagami and Marinette looked curious as well. Kaylan just calmly sipped her tea before interrupting.

 Let me guess? Sharp and fast notes of violin, upbeat of a drum? That’s her alright.

here

She got another hit from her mother but she just rolled her eyes hiding her smile behind the cup.

 You don’t need to hide it mom, anyone who dares to antagonize you learn about your gentle sharpness, your excitement and upbeat personality is what everyone you meet knows. What else is there to hide?

 True.    Luka said as his eyes turned to the woman in question.

 However there is softness hiding underneath those sharp notes, your love.

Veronica looked rather pleased. She was beaming.

 Oh! Oh! What about my daughter?!

 I don’t want you to hear it.

 She flat-out refused. A little pestering occurred but she just fondly rolled her eyes.

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Playing mortal combat, while sharing stories with each other was a good time pass. Marinette sharing her experience about being clumsy even if she could haul a 50kg bag of flour on her shoulder with ease. Kagami sharing her training and fencing experience. Luka telling them about all the melodies he had ever heard and how Marinette was the most beautiful one he ever heard (cue lots of blushing and whining and teasing). Kaylan sharing her moving around experience and difference in cultures.

 Time passed quickly and it was time for dinner. It was rather pleasant. A few jokes passed around. When they left, Veronica insisted they come to their place whenever they feel like it. They were welcomed to return when they felt like it.

 It would be best if you kids come around more often. I’m a therapist and I can see the amount of stress you kids are shouldering. It is not good normally but it is worse when you are emotionally hostage of a terrorist. So come by when you feel like you have to unwind. I might not be able to give a 100% solution but a better coping system will be nice. So don’t hesitate.

 Kaylan looked as serious as her but didn’t say anything. They bid their farewell and left.

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[the-damnedest-creature]

Antis all over the word shitting and pissing rn as they learn that Bryan Fuller does not sexily cannibalize people in real life because he made a show about it.

Ngl, these moralizing tendencies re: fiction have been on the rise lately even among the kind of people who are NOT rabid antis. Like, look at how hard the entire internet is going after Colleen Hoover. Not for her writing being garbage or anything (...which from what I have observed, it seems to be pretty garbage, yeah), but for daring tor depict non-aspirational relationships in fiction.

It's really giving the good ole victorian "women's silly little woman brains are so stupid that if they were to read some icky fiction, they'd be corrupted by it morally".

God forbid women do anything. Like have a rape kink or something.

(....Boi, don't even get me started on how the prevalence of rape fantasies in women and people socialized/raised as women is DIRECTLY CAUSED by purity culture.............. Shame the AFABs for their sexuality until the only way they can really enjoy sexual fantasies is to imagine themselves being forced into them and thus being 'blameless' in the act. And then shame them some MORE for that!)

alright. going to be explaining the differences between whump and pro shipping because i’m being asked to elaborate. i saw someone claim that liking whump is the equivalent of being a pro shipper and you could not be more wrong.

whump is a huge umbrella term for many different categories of angst. proshipping is supporting/romanticizing ships that are pedophilic, incest, and abusive. within the whump community and through whump writing, it is clearly stated and made clear that — if a writer is writing about illegal relationships like that — that it is wrong. it’s not treated as something that’s to be glorified. proshippers view these sorts of “ships” as romantic, where whump writers mainly would focus on the power imbalance or the trauma caused due to it.

obviously, whump writers never condone what we write. saying something like “i like scenes where characters are hurt in tv shows because it’s angsty and i like the comfort that follows” is nowhere NEAR comparable to being a pro shipper who actively seeks out and supports “ships” that are illegal.

that’s all.

[serpentsapple]

(This post includes major spoilers for The Grisha Trilogy.)

[kittyinhighheels: Why does this remind me so much of Alina and Mal? Him never really seeing her for who she is, her giving up her power for love because Gods forbid she is meant for greatness and not pregnancy]

@kittyinhighheels​

Indeed, this is very similar to Alina’s journey... in fact, we spoke of her case in another post! You can clearly pinpoint a pattern affecting heroines: the narration will declare them powerful, cunning or intelligent, often without demonstrating these traits; and should they display even a shadow of these characteristics, they will be mercilessly condemned for it. Their clever plans will fail, their backings will vanish, their powers will be stripped from them... and, to add insult to injury, they will find themselves satisfied with this newfound state, for, ah! how terrible was it to become a manipulative, a fearsome woman! how dreadful to prove ambitious! surely a calm, a peaceful existence should be enough to sustain them.

Despite reading only a handful of young adult series, I stumbled upon this pattern quite often... in The Grisha Trilogy, yes, but I recall a similar situation with Kestrel in The Winner’s Trilogy, and I would extend it even to Jude in The Folk of the Air. Frustratingly, such criticism will be dismissed as evidence of the authors’ mediocrity: isn’t it common for heroes to be overpraised for qualities they never exhibit on page? isn’t it usual across every genre and for every audience? isn’t it reaching to say that of heroines, isn’t it disdainful of women who would embrace the life of happy housewives?

True - it may be, at times, difficult to untangle what comes from an unskilled hand and what stems from sexism. Yet looking at it objectively... not only do fictional men not have to overcome these ordeals as often, as severely, but furthermore any hurdle, any setback meaningfully serves their arcs. It highlights an aspect of their personality, allows them to reflect on their flaws, their mistakes, their traumas, or it pushes them further down a wrongful path of their own making. Either way, their character and struggles are compellingly portrayed. Girls and women... they’re only punished.

Bardugo showed us this clearly with Alina. In what way, exactly, did Alina harbour excessive ambition, excessive greed? In what way that would surpass the Darkling’s aspirations, or Nikolai’s? In what way that would turn this loss of power into a meaningful twist? Same reasoning, applied to the others: Genya, a lovely woman at the mercy of a lecherous king, sees this prized beauty ruined, her defining characteristic destroyed. Did it stem from her own errors, her own choices, did her character profit from it? Or was it only shocking, only fitting, for beauty is women’s universal quality? Then: Baghra attempts to raise her son differently from her own upbringing, yet hardens his heart enough her opinions no longer sway his actions. Did that answer everything? Did her sole decisions bring him, an adult man centuries old, to this point? Did her death close her journey conclusively? Or was it all a woman, a mother could do, dying for her son and his arc?

(In comparison the men, such as the Darkling or Nikolai, even Mal for a while, suffer fates much more tailored to their personalities, strengths and weaknesses included.)

Times and times again, these women are brought down... yet never for their own characters’ sake. It makes an example of them - ah, shallow, vain women valuing beauty! ah, mothers failing their own children! ah, ambitious, daring girls! - or it shrinks them, squeezes the interest, the particularities out of them, until they’re dull an docile enough to be paired up with men. Alina’s ending is, I would argue, not her dream... but Mal’s, finally getting the normal girl he wanted.

At this point, I feel like I’m depressingly going in circles... for in what way did Alina truly have a choice, even in her romantic affairs? Would she end up with this young man, or this oher young man, or this other man? Who would it be? Never: would it even be? Why would it be? Did any of them see her, see her truly beyond their own schemes and ideals...? It is just as you said... gods forbid she would be meant for anything else than romance and pregnancy.

(How lucky, perhaps, that she lived in a YA setting and not an adult one like Nesta, so that the sexual abuse and other fun details were very toned down... the girls in Bardugo’s adult books aren’t as fortunate.)

[ofmoxie]

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: Ganymede Gia Rojas. 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: She/Her. 𝗔𝗚𝗘: Immortal. 27  𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: Bartender.  𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Pansexual with a preference for women.  AESTHETIC: Broken things glued back together with gold. The background noise of a city at 3am. Serenity in lightning storms, avoiding family reunions, driving fast, the stories behind scars, beautiful sketches drawn on paper napkins, night skies lit up by firelight, constellations in notebook margins, stargazing, revelling in the rain.            

Bio: 

They say that beauty can be wielded like a powerful weapon. 

To a young noble growing up in a newly formed Troy, it was advantageous and exploitable ammunition indeed, but none ever understood the double edge of such a thing quite like Ganymede. For every benefit there was an equal detriment, namely in the shape of royalty...Kings and Queens of far off lands; aristocrats and eupatridaes and social elites that, given her father’s newfound city-state, were not people to be making fools of in the midst of trade talks. Her parents were never exceptionally cruel to her per say, but Troy was their child more so than she ever was, and the heavens forbid Ganymede should ever do anything to jeopardise their envisioned paradise. 

A small respite from the tedious politics came in the form of a secluded hillside, far away from entitled smirks, wondering eyes and suffocating walls she was supposed to love -- It had been the very spot where Zeus had found her as it happened, a most fateful evening indeed, and she’d been swept up into the land of the Gods before she even fully grasped what such a thing meant. 

A human suddenly elevated to Goddess with sparse knowledge of celestials, was it any wonder she didn’t know what she was doing? Becoming a lover of their King, making messes and merriment and reveling in their revelry. From a rocky start of certain status she didn’t ask for, Ganymede grew to love the occupation she’d been tasked with since Hebe’s marriage to Heracles. Getting on well enough with most of the Gods, never viewing herself as any kind of equal, the lack of ego seemingly going a long way to keeping the peace.....

It’s all history which she remembers none of. Instead she currently goes by the name of Gia Rojas, estranged from her parents and their conservative ways, having run away from Cuba to work as a bartender in the heart of Athens for as long as she can recall. Gia has no particular aspirations for anything more. She has a perfect work-life balance, a job that can pay the bills she greatly enjoys, coworkers who are closer to family than her own -- To her, it’s certainly a far better life than to be rich and overworked.