#how to become a bussiness women

[fatkish]

Alpha Rengoku x Omega Reader

Pt. 2 NSFW

You met again during the Mugen train fiasco. You went ahead of Tanjiro and the others and met up with Rengoku

You both talked, well mostly you talked while he ate, about the theories you had for how a whole train’s worth of passengers could disappear

Rengoku tried to feed you and insisted that you eat but you told him you didn’t want to eat in the event that it gave you a cramp mid battle. Rengoku understood and backed off

When you fell asleep from Enmu’s ability, you dreamt of a future with Kyojuro. You both got married and had children. You were so happy

When you woke up and realized it was a dream, you knew then that you wanted to persue a bond with Kyojuro

When Akaza showed up after defeating Enmu, you refused to let the fight go on after Rengoku lost an eye. You ran in between the two and faced down Akaza

You refused to move and told Akaza that if he’s going to kill your mate, he may as well kill you too, since you wouldn’t want to live in a world without Kyojuro

Akaza, having a self set rule of not killing and eating women and Omegas, decided to let you both live and fled, (it totally wasn’t because his human memories tried to interfere with him)

Once morning came you turned around and began scolding Kyojuro for being reckless with his own life. Whilst you yelled at him, he stood there still trying to comprehend the fact that you called him your mate

When you were finished scolding him and asked if he understood you, he asked if you really meant it when you called him your mate. You shyly admitted that you wouldn’t mind being his mate

Realizing that he wouldn’t be able to do much as a demon slayer anymore, Kyojuro decided that he would spend his time training the next generation of demon slayers, that way he still had enough time to be there for you as your mate

Once Kyojuro got all healed up, he retired and you went with him.

Shinjuro and Senjuro were so happy to have another member of the family. Senjuro was so excited to hear that you would be living with them permanently. Shinjuro was glad to have an omega to help look after

As things settled down, Kyojuro began to officially court you, he made sure you had a comfortable place to nest, he made sure you ate, he kept you safe and at night he’d keep you warm as he snuggled with you, holding you in his arms

When your heat came about, this man unleashed a feral side of him. You saw stars as Kyojuro ate you out like you were his last meal. His tongue writhing inside of you, his fingers curling and stretching your walls as he sucked on your pussy/bussy

Kyojuro has a 7 1/2 inch cock with delicious veins and a red tip. There’s a slight upwards curve and he has about 2 inches in girth. His knot is about 3 inches

When you presented for him, he descended upon you and sheathed his whole cock inside of you before plowing through your insides. He growled and bit at your neck as his cock pummeled your poor sensitive cunt/bussy

When his knot swelled and pushed inside of you, locking you both together, he snarled and bit down on your scent gland, marking you as his as he came

After your heat hit and passed, his rut happened two weeks later. During his rut, he had you in all kinds of positions, enjoying you in every way he could imagine. You couldn’t walk straight for a couple days afterwards

As time went on, Kyojuro had gotten you pregnant 5 different times. Each of your children have his flame like hair. You both had five children, three boys and two girls

When you gave Kyojuro the news, you surprised him by giving him a box that had baby clothes in them. When he asked what this meant, you smiled and told him he was going to be a father

He sat there for a few moments as his smile slowly grew larger as your words sunk in. When he finally registered what you said he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around before kissing you

When Shinjuro received the news of his becoming a grandfather, he smiled and promised to be a better role model for his grandchildren than he was for his boys

Senjuro was so excited to be an uncle and helped you during each pregnancy. He helped you cook and do the chores and even helped you get around when Kyojuro was busy

When your first child was born, Kyojuro wept as he held his first child for the first time. He thanked you endlessly for giving him something so precious as a child

When your milk started to come in, Kyojuro begged you to let him taste it, he gave you his best big puppy dog eyes and you caved. Kyojuro fell in love with the taste of your milk and you’ve had to scold him to leave some for his pups. Whatever they don’t drink, he’ll finish off, you never have issues with leaks since Kyojuro and the pups never let your milk overfill

His pups developed their father’s appetite for your milk, they’ll drink their fill then take a nap. When they wake up they’ll be hungry again

Kyojuro is always happy to get the babies when they cry at night, his pups love him and they immediately calm down

Shinjuro helps out as well. He and Kyojuro take turns with getting the kids

Kyojuro loves his pups and he happily plays with them. He teaches his pups to fight and defend themselves and plays rough with them, even the girls, when they want to

He lets his girls play with his hair and give him ridiculous hairstyles to which he happily shows off as a sign of his love for his children

Your kids love their grandpa Shinjuro and will tackle him to the floor to which he happily laughs at

He reads them stories and spoils them with toys. He loves his grandchildren and constantly thanks you for giving him grandchildren. He does still miss Ruka but he realized that his children love him and that even though there is still a void left from her passing, his loved ones will always be there for him

Senjuro helps you teach the pups and often visits with them. The pups love their uncle Senjuro and they think he’s cool and fun

Senjuro helps you in the kitchen since the family has become rather large and Kyojuro’s appetite has only grown. You and Senjuro share recipes and love cooking together

You’ll give him advice on life and he’ll happily take it. You also give him encouragement to find love and enjoy his life

Eventually, once Muzan is killed, you and Kyojuro open a dojo, there, you and Kyojuro teach people how to wield swords and how to properly fight with them, passing on the flame breathing techniques to your children

Tag list: @imagineshazamlokimight

[sebscore]

FEMALE F1 DRIVER HEADCANONS 

pairing: f1!drivers x fem!driver, f1 grid x oc

warnings: i didn't specify which team, cause it's not really about that tbh. I imagine the oc being one of the younger ones on the grid (around mick's age). I based this one on the 2022 grid. 

author's note: this is basically how things i imagine that would happen with the grid if you were their only female colleague. 

▹ seb and lewis basically being your work parents: defending you from misogynistic reporters, praising you to heaven and back, claiming you are right even when you are obviously wrong in a situation. sewis supports women's rights, but mostly women's wrongs.

▹ the wags either absolutely adore you or they tolerate you, there's no in between. It's girls support girls until one of their boyfriends gives you a hug and then you're fucked. 

▹ getting away with wrong answers in 'Grill the Grid' because the production team are totally in love with you and they hate your sad face when you give them an incorrect response.

▹ giving the grid nicknames that go from normal to borderline weird. for example, Mick becomes Mickie, Latifi becomes Nicky or Goatifi (depends on how the race went), Alex is Albono of course, George becomes Russy Bussy and Lando is Rumplestiltskin. 

▹ at the driver's briefing: ''alright, boys-'' *scratches voice loudly* ''and lady.'' 

▹ valtteri and kevin letting you ramble to them about whatever drama you have going on in your life, cause they don't have much better things to do and they find it touching that you go to them for these kinds of things. 

▹ you and zhou sending pictures of the outfits you're going to wear to the paddock during race week. sometimes even matching, cause yall are close like that. 

▹ max teaching you his second language that is called 'swearing'. checo also likes to chime in. one time he convinced you the word 'cunt' was a compliment and he made you go up to max and call him that to congratulate him on his race win. let's say mad max made a brief appearance. 

▹ jokingly flirting with other drivers just to rile toxic fans up for fun. the flirting consists honestly mostly of sarcastic comments about how they're good drivers, but better lovers, etc. 

▹ fernando giving you random piggyback rides. for what reason? no one knows. It's nando, what do you expect. danny ric also does it sometimes, but he makes horse sounds and it freaks you out. 

▹ you and esteban jokingly asking lance for pocket money, but you two sometimes hope he actually gives it one day. 

▹ weekly gossip sessions with Pierre, because that man seems to know everything about everyone. occasional guest starring by charles and yuki. 

▹ whenever carlos walks into the room, you start playing 'smooth operator'. at first he thought it was funny, but now he deliberately avoids you. 

▹ overdramatic photoshoots with lando and daniel aka the papaya boys for their insta accounts. those jpg accounts are honestly just fan pages for you, because of the amount of times you've appeared on them.

▹ overdramatic photoshoots with lando and daniel aka the papaya boys for their insta accounts. those jpg accounts are honestly just fan pages for you, because of the amount of times you've appeared on them.

[capuletoo]

White and black pawn- James March

–note: in my active era?? If you guys like, you can request something!! I write for all of evans characters and female characters too!

–words: 1.9k | james patrick march x fem!reader

–TW: sex

–summary: it’s 1925 and the reader encounters the owner of the in-construction Hotel Cortez.

[1925]

The burning red from the tobacco inside the pipes was your only entertainment.

In the dimly lit room, the air heavy with the smell of tobacco, men in suits sitting around a large table, glasses filled halway through with ice and vodka. They all semmed to be talking about bussiness, probably thinking thats the inly way they could make themselves known in society.

Glancing to the side, you noticed a group of women talking in whispers to aechother. They could be giving a smile and everyone would believe them, the satin dresses they wore contributing, because what would a woman want more than this?

You catch the gaze of one, giving you a small smile but there was something in all of their faces. They just werent present, a shut down glow in their eyes. They wanted to convince themselves that they liked being an accessory to powerful men in suits. This idea disgusted you, so you made a promise to yourself to never be one. To have a mind of your own with determination behind your eyes.

Sick and tired of listening to muffled voices you decided to get up and walk to the nearest balcony of the room. Your gloved hand touched the gold handles, squeaking as you opened them.

As you stepped outside, you were greeted with a rush of cold air, offering solace. The city light twinkled in the distance,a stark contrast from the room behind you. Leaning against the railing you noticed a hand close to yours.

“May i ask why are you all alone?” His hair was slick back and a thin mustache above his lips, made you intrigued . His white button up hugged his body. He locked his eyes to yours and then it all suddenly felt like a game of who would blink first.

You analized him, taking in how his fingers gripped softly the metal of the railing, the way his chest rose when he took a breath of the air so cold you could see it in the air. The way his eyelids close ever so slightly looking over at you. You sensed that he was like the men that were inside, he wanted someone he could bring to gatherings and watch her as she sat quietly beside him. You wanted to challenge that.

“Seeking solace” you replied to his question. His eyebrows arched a little.

A hint of intrigue flickered in his eyes as he tilted his head slightly. "Solace?" he echoed, his voice smooth and velvety. "In a room full of people, seeking solitude?"

You smiled, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes. "Sometimes, the company of others can be overwhelming," you replied. "A moment of respite is all I need to gather my thoughts and find my own center."

He chuckled softly, a sound that resonated deep within you. "I can understand that," he said, his gaze fixed on the distant city lights. "In this world of constant noise and distractions, finding a quiet moment becomes a luxury."

You noticed the dimples that come out whenever he spoke.

“I couldn't help but notice the women inside," you ventured, deciding to break the silence and also playing with him. You wanted to expose him. To let him know that he was no different "They seem to play a certain role, don't they? Like beautiful dolls, adorning the arms of powerful men."

His lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, you've seen through the facade," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Many of them are trapped in a world they never truly desired. They exist to fulfill societal expectations, but their true selves remain hidden."

You nodded. "I refuse to be a mere accessory," you declared, determination lacing your words. "I want to live a life that is authentically mine, not defined by the company I keep or the expectations of others."

His gaze softened as he turned to face you fully. "I admire your spirit," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "It's a rarity to find someone who refuses to conform, who seeks a path of their own making."

A spark of curiosity ignited within you as you gazed into his eyes. "And what about you?"

He paused for a moment, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. "Me too," he confessed, his voice carrying a mixture of longing and resignation. "But it is a delicate dance, balancing one's desires with the demands of the world."

He was going to say something else when he stopped “and i had the pleasure with…” he said giving you a smile that was so beautiful yet obscure. You said your name and asked his.

“James March”

He then proceeded to reveal to you that he was a man of business. While explaining it to you he moved his hands gracefully into the air.

He mentioned that he was in the making of a hotel.

“So it’s serious” you mentioned. He only looked at you trying to decipher if you were making fun of him or expressing your admiration.

“It is” The sound of his shoes moving closer to you echoed. “I could show you if you don’t believe me”

[…]

The grand in-construction entrance of what appeared to be a large building greeted you.

The back of James black suit faced you, his broad shoulders carried themselves determined, giving him an appearance of seriousness and a manly aura.

Your white silk dress attached to your legs as you both entered the building with nothing more than metal bars that helped the constructors work.

The moon was creeping over the spots that were missing the ceiling.

You followed James through the maze-like corridors of the construction site, marveling at the scale of the project. The air was filled with the scent of fresh paint.

As you walked through the dimly lit hallways, James explained his vision for the hotel. He described how it would be a place of elegance and luxury, a sanctuary for those seeking respite from the chaos of the world. He spoke with passion and enthusiasm, his words painting vivid pictures in your mind.

Not ever knowing that inside those walls, there would be plenty of suffering.

The two of you climbed a temporary staircase, carefully maneuvering around construction materials, until you reached a floor that offered a breathtaking view of the city. The moonlight spilled in through the incomplete windows, casting an ethereal glow on the unfinished walls.

You stood there, side by side, looking out at the city skyline. The lights twinkled like stars against the darkness, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and possibility in the air.

James turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "I want this hotel to be more than just a building," he said, his voice filled with determination. “I want to set free the people that enter” You were confused, what did he mean by setting free?

“It’s impressive” You said looking around.

A genuine smile played on James' lips as he took a step closer to you. "I'm glad you see the potential" he said softly.

James was surprised by how easily it was for you to fall into his game. Agreeing to see the hotel at night, with no one else. He wondered if you would be his first victim inside the hotel.

With ease he holds your waist, his cold fingertips sending shivers down your spine. His lips gracing yours, his tobacco stained smell entering your body, taking one more step towards him. You were so close to him that you could see the different shades of black that conformed his irises.

He lifted his hand, his finger overlining from the top to bottom of your lips. He placed a hand to your hip wrinkling the silk of the dress in that spot.

He looked at your lips and a small pressure over them left your lungs without any air.

His lips were leading you to a darkness you acknowledged. You wanted to step back, you didn't want to be another pawn in his game. His tongue made its way into your mouth as you realized you were playing whites and he was playing with the black pieces.

The kiss was intense, filled with desire and a hint of danger. As James pulled you closer, you felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to give in to the passion, to explore this mysterious connection that had sparked between you. But another part of you resisted, knowing deep down that it was a dangerous path to tread.

You pushed your hands against his chest gently, breaking the kiss and creating some distance between you. James looked at you, his eyes searching for any sign of surrender. But you held firm, your gaze steady and resolute.

But at the same time you were willing to risk the night.

“Let’s go somewhere else”

A black cab pulled outside the hotel, you looked at the black hat the driver had while James mumbled some words to him.

James’s hands made their way to your waist and thighs as he scooped you closer to him, finding your lips once again.

The ride was filled with stolen glances, heated whispers, and a sense of anticipation. The city lights blurred past as you found solace in each other's embrace, giving in to the intoxicating allure of the night.

As the cab came to a stop, James pulled away reluctantly, his breath mingling with yours. He opened the door and extended his hand, inviting you to step out into the cool night air. You took his hand, the touch sending electric currents through your body.

You found yourselves in front of an old, grand mansion, its facade shrouded in shadows. James led you through the ornate doors, and the moment you stepped inside, you were transported to another world. The air carried a sense of mystery and seduction, as if the very walls were whispering secrets.

He quickly pressed you into the nearest wall, his black tie fell to the ground after you entered a bedroom.

His knees hit the edge of the bed, making him sit while he still held the grip at your hips. Your lips separated from his in a rush to take off his coat alongside his button up.

He had no clothes anymore and closed the gap between you for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He grabbed the end of your long dress and pulled it up your arms until you were exposed, except for the matching underwear.

He got up and turned you around, pushing you down until he had his arms on each side of your body. Your back sunk down into the mattress.

The bruises in your neck were the only marks made by him. His fingers reached down to your panties as he moved them to the side to feel your heat.

Your back arched towards him, grabbing him by his bare shoulders. Wet kisses traveled from your jaw all the way down, passing along in between your breast, stomach and stopping in your thighs.

The room was filled by James and your desperate breaths.

The thin mustache above his lips graced your skin ever so gently while they moved to your center. His tongue sticking out.

You were exhausted because of the frenzy when James changed positions. The bed creaking along James movements.

Red scratches marking his back.

James' sudden change of his plans about you being the first murder victim inside the hotel was discarded. He made the first move and pushed the clock stopping his time and initiated yours to count down. White pawns in your fingers as you move them closer to the black ones.

A game you knew from the inside out.

[lyramundana]

I imagine teen Portia as this serious, responsible but low-key playful girl. She doesn't like society's expectations on her, but she deals with it the best she can because she knows there's no escape, so she tries to make the best out of it. She's cunning, gentle and no-bullshit type of person. She can curse at people in such a graceful manner that they rarely notice it's an offensive comment. She has a talent for numbers and helps her father with finantial issues. Despite her resignation to her status in society, she secretly dreams of creating her own bussiness and become rich enough so that her parents don’t need to marry her off, and she’s determined to do it. She has a brother, but their relationship is not really the warmest and Portia kinda resents him for being the heir despite not being suited. Her mother is a rather cold woman, who sees her children as chores she had to fulfill, and treating Portia as an extension of herself, constantly pushing her to be a perfect lady to feel better about her own misery.

We’ve already seen teen Violet in Queen Charlotte, but I’ll add my headcanons anyway. She’s pretty much like in the series, but her and Portia become friends shortly after their debut. Violet admires Portia’s intelligence and determination, and Portia sees Violet’s cheerful personality and passion like a puff of fresh air. They both discuss political matters, their hobbies, the inclusion of black people into society with Charlotte and drink tea together. They become inseparable, like twins, and soon enough, the friendship starts to blossom into something deeper. 

Portia realizes she likes women. She always had the suspicion, but now with Violet, the truth is hardly in her face. She doesn’t know how to feel about it. It’s wrong, forbidden, shameful, but it feels so good and sweet. Violet brings light into her life and makes her heart pump so fast she feels dizzy. How can she give up on this, on the only good thing that has come to her life?

Meanwhile, Violet awakens her yandereism with Portia. She’s always been possessive of her, but recently, it has been worse. She can’t stop thinking about Portia. She’s the prettiest girl in her eyes, the smartest, the funniest. She’s perfect for her. They belong with each other. The mere thought of someone else enjoying her company, delighting on her voice, touching her soft skin, makes her blood boil in such ways that it even scares her at first. This feelings tune down a bit when she meets Edmund, who’s just like her. He’s the only person that understands this dark impulse, and so she grows to love him too. 

But their happiness must come to an end. Portia’s family is in ruins because of her mother’s wastes, and now the woman has ran away with a lover of hers, leaving her family behind with all the chaos. In a desesperate attempt to clean the scandal and recover their prestige, Portia’s father marries her off to Baron Archibald Featherington, a man barely younger than him, without asking her of course. Portia almost doesn’t have time to process everything; her mother’s abandonment, her family’s ruin, her new marriage, and she runs to the only person that she feels can comfort her, Violet. Maybe confess her feelings and both running away together.

Only to see the girl in Edmund Bridgerton’s company. Both of them laughing, playing around and clearly enjoying each other. Portia feels her heart break once again. She’s not stupid. She knows what she’s seeing. And so she turns back where she came from. 

She tries to make the best ouf her situation and focus on her new role as baroness. She quickly notices her husband is useless when it comes to money, so she takes care of it. It’s a cold comfort, but the duty distracts her. She’s no longer considered a young lady, but a full woman now, and that changes things. Her friendship with Violet becomes strained, mostly on her part, but it still stands and Violet is the only friend she has now. 

When news of Edmund and Violet’s marriage reach her ears, she decides it’s time to stop. To save herself more heartbreak and just accept what she has now. And so the years pass, they have children, but while Violet’s were conceived out love and passion, Portia had no choice. It was another duty for her. 

This is the reason she became a villainess in the future. Spite, resentment, overall bad luck, and maybe some sabotage from outside parties (that’s another headcanon of mine I won’t dig on now)

@daughter-of-sea-and-wisdom feel free to add or change whatever you like

[tetsunabouquet]

(I’m already half-way through writing Basic Instict chapter 8, with a bit of luck I’ll post it tonight but I just want to get this off of my chest)

I kind of want to post a rant. Like, ever read an article that seriously pisses you off? I read this one from the New York Post about how a lot of young women are turning their backs against birth control, and it really left a sour taste in my mouth.

It’s one thing to talk about the negative side effects, but its another thing to ignore the positive effects when talking about it. Birth control does so much more then protection and helping against acne, it can also be used to help women who’s menstrual symptoms are re-occuringly worse then average. Like women who are intensly sick during their periods, or become emotionally unstable. 

In my family, emotional unstability is a common issue amongst the women. I nearly committed suicide after Bambi’s mom got shot one time, and that is why I have been described birth control years ago. I am not the first in my family to have been described some form of hormone treatment. My grandma suffered from extreme emotional insability during her meno pauze and even attempted murder once because of it.  Yet, the critical crowd isn’t actually acknowledging that ‘natural’ hormones, aren’t always the right thing for women either and this is very important because negative bias exists. If people frame it like the effects of birth control are, other then acne, bad for women, then less and less people are inclined to take it.  Other then the fact this is influencing young girls their personal choice, chances are, the more birth control becomes exclusive hormone treatment for the women who need it, the likelier the pharmaceutical industry will demand a higher price for these pills.  People like to complain about the government, but the pharmaceutical industry is genuinely just as shady. If Covid didn’t taught the healthy crowd anything, I’d advice you to look into the stories of people with rare conditions who pay thousands for their medication. Not because it’s so god damn expensive to produce, but because the pharmaceutical industry knows these people are desperate, especially if its in the case of parents taking care of their extremely ill kid who’ll die without it. That’s normal bussiness in the pharmaceutical industry, and I genuinely wished that people started talking about improving side effects of medication and negatives about the pharmaceutical industry itself. THAT is helpful to anyone.

Because right now, articles like these only play into one specific trend I’ve noticed over and over again: Science denialism.  The doctor they talked with in that article has written a book about the negative effects of birth control and they advertised it in the article too. Obviously, she wants to sell her book and won’t talk about the negative effects of ‘natural’ hormones because it doesn’t fits her agenda. She’s far from the only one. You can spot proffesionals wanting to sell a book or program, everywhere in places where science denialism is running rampant. For example, the body positivity community on TikTok. The number of studies saying obesity is unhealthy still outnumber all the ones about things like the obesity paradox, and people who’ve investigated studies linked by fat acceptance activists have actually revealed they often twist the few positive studies to begin with. Like one they used, did track if people lost weight over the course of years but the study wasn’t about intentional weight loss and none of the people in the group were actually mentioned to have tried to lose weight.  A lot of these are still their early thirties or younger, and don’t have any health issues YET. This fits the pattern of the girls questioned in this article, but also the conspiracy theories about Covid: Most of these science critical people are below the age of 50 and don’t suffer from long-term health issues so far, with social media giving them an easy time to spread their ideas and criticism.

It’s worrying to me, because other then a chunk of these people could endanger their health or worse, die from their science denialism, it makes the future seem scary. The more science denialism takes over, the more diseases and health issues will rise on top of the rise of babies when our planet is already overcrowded. That one woman in the article stating she is now tracking her cycle instead made me cringe so hard. Did no one at school tell her that such a method doesn’t work? Just how poor is the sex education in the US, considering a lot of these people also still believe in abstinence. How many of you are actually aware science has predicted pandemics are going to be likelier then ever because of how overcrowded the planet is becoming as there are still so many diseases we can catch from the animal kingdom and living closer and closer to wild animals due to the little space on our planet means the chances of contracting one gets higher.  Aids, ebola, Covid, its all just the start, and having more babies because of science denialism is only going to make this likelihood worse then it currently is.  I don’t want to die in the next pandemic because some random girls were too worried about the decrease in their sexual desire. Fuck that shit. 

[matchbet-allofthetime]

REMINDER GO EVERYONE LGBT OR WHO SUPPORTS US!! (I've gone through every letter in lgbt at least once on my neverending journey, I'm allowed to say this)-

words like:

Butch

Dyke

Bulldyke

Faggot/fag

Muffmuncher

Cocksucker

Fruity

Gay

Queer

Homosexual

Transvestite/Transsexual/transgender (all ways to refer to those with different genders at birth to what they are and they are NOT outdated because they are STILL used, primarily by older queer folks and they deserve to be mentioned! Sick of the fucking discourse.)

Stone butch

Bulldagger

Faghag

Munch

Down-low

Tranny

Betty/a Betty Boop (very similar to femme and other related terms. Also seems to be colloquial to my general area?? Not sure if it or similar is used elsewhere, colloquial and local differences change a lot that you don't realize until you come across what it meansssss elsewhere. Used to refer to lesbians that are very traditionally femme and have big eyes and short hair. Also refers to specifically red lipstick wearers.

Bisexual (those who like men and women/the definition of bisexual most know widely and ALSO someone who is BOTH A MAN AND A WOMAN/ANOTHER COMBINATION. it has been and STILL IS used both ways. Respect that. The older generations coined many of your terms. Things change, but you don't get to tell someone how they identify.)

Bent

Bussy

En femme/en homme

Molly/Tommy

Tomboy/tomgirl

Flower/floral

Friend of Dorothy

Twink

Twunk

Batty/batty boy

Bender

Fairy

Fruit loop

Pansy

Sod

Bambi

Boi (UK origin, akin to dyke, butch, and tomboy)

Rug muncher

Kitty/pussy puncher/muncher

Muff diver

Stud

Pack o' cigs/Pack o' fags (self explanatory, this seems to be a colloquial term in my hometown and surrounding counties. Pack o' cigs is a pack of, traditionally, butches/dykes. Pack o' fags is the gay male equivalent. I grew up hearing this one directed toward me a LOT lmao)

AC/DC (pan/bi, swings whatever way. US term.)

Lady boy/boy girl/girl boy (can be used in many ways, but typically refers to a boy who is also a girl, a femme boy, femboy, or similar concepts)

Femboy

Traggot (a combining of tranny and faggot)

T girl/t guy/t boy

Trap (widely used even now as a slur or derogatory word, but I have met many who this is their identity to some degree. Respect that. They're queer too.)

Cuntboy/pussyboy/dick girl/girl dick

Fag stag

Bear

Pup

Cub

Bull

Silver fox

...And about a million other words through thousands of other anguages across the entire world-

Are NOT dirty, filthy, disgusting, nasty, used incorrectly, or "aren't to be used by anything other than XYZ individual in the LGBT community and nobody else."

They aren't dirty words. They aren't disgraceful or filthy unless the user of the term says "yeah, I'm fucking filthy! I'm disgraceful! Fuck yeah!"

If someone says they're a dyke? They're a fucking dyke. If someone says they're anything on this list or use any queer term? Fucking let them.

Here's why:

Use LGBT people have used any words thrown at us, handed to us, words we've been beaten with, words we've held onto with our lives and anger and love, words that have been used for us, against us, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, BY US for decades and in some cases even so long as a a century or more.

A masc straight woman is still called a dyke. A faggot. Thus, if she chooses, she's still a fucking dyke.

What we're always called or what we find fits us will always become our identity in some way or another somehow sometime.

That happens.

I've had every fucking word you've got and I guarantee ones you've never heard of thrown at me since I was a toddler, running around in mud-stained blue and red converse and a Barbie dress with a mohawk in my hair. I've heard them since I was in an AC/DC band tee, sparkly shorts, galaxy leggings, and glittery roller skates.

I and MILLIONS OF OTHERS LIKE ME, lgbt or otherwise, those who "I just dealt with what they called me. I was gonna be called that anyways so I don't care anymore. I have no gender/sexuality/preference/label/etc but I answer to it all/it's a part of me now but I'm not lgbt in my own mind" are FUCKING VALID FOR THIS.

Stop fighting your own fucking community. Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop. I have been called everything on this list except for a few (because I am obviously not a bear when you look at me not a silver fox or whatever) my entire fucking life.

I am agender. I am aro/ace. I am also a faggot. A dyke. A butch. Nonbinary. Transsexual. Tranny. Pup. Boyslut. Fagdyke.

And so many others are like me like this. So many others consider these words a part of themselves.

These are OUR slurs to reclaim. These are words we made a d for the ones we didn't? We took them and wore them like fucking crowns. We wore them like they were our favourite collars, our favourite leather, our favourite words. We fucking own these words like we own ourselves and it is nobody's choice but your FUCKING OWN whether or not they're used.

Yes, there's nuance with some. I understand that. "Stud" for example is for lesbian OR "LESBIAN-APPEARING" BLACK AFABS! But I've been called stud and I am the whitest, pastiest bitch you'll meet. I continue to have black drag queens and kings and royalties and other black folk who are queer come up to me and tell me "oh baby you're such a handsome stud!" While at pride events.

I am and also am not a woman. Not a man but also I am. But I gleefully use the word dyke and fag and femboy and roseboy and pup and cub (my moddy's nickname for years was cub/cubby. Friends of theirs HAVE CALLED THEM THAT IN FRONT OF ME SINCE I WAS A BABY. thus I am called cub or cub's cub or similar.) And I use these words with nothing but pride and spite and joy and hate and love and fucking glee. Because they're mine. They're ours.

People of all kinds, all genders, all sexualities, all paths and walks of life, have been subjected at least a hundred times to at least one of these words if they're even slightly "not right" or different or weird or wrong in the eyes of whatever stupid ass societal expectations there are.

And they all deserve to use these words if they make them comfortable. These people KNOW they're lgbt terms. Fucking trust me. They learn from experience or get taught it by someone and either drop the terms or don't. That's their choice. And that choice is okay.

Stop attacking your own community. Stop attacking the "outsiders" because oftentimes the "outsiders" are part of us but don't feel like they can claim to be lgbt. Especially older generations. Older generations (which includes millennials and even a lot of older gen z and literally everyone alive) don't think they can consider or call themselves a part of us for numerous reasons.

These reasons can be it isn't safe for any variety of reasons, these people grew up being called these things and always claimed cis and/or get because the terminology at the time wasn't like it is now in the same way, certain genders were more accepted than others (IE bisexuals and lesbians and gays and straights was most of what you had, alongside men, women, and transgender man/woman, which were and still are seen as often groups, for better or worse.) And there wasn't fuck all else. Fucking nada. Zilch. Not in most cultures, certainly not in fucking America. These people are often part of us even if they don't consider themselves as being part of us.

Definitions have changed. Contexts have changed. You'll find that we (and this is ESPECIALLY going out to any gen z out here)- we have called ourselves whatever the fuck we have wanted to forever. And we always will. And we always should. We will reclaim terms/slurs and make new terms and shit, I love being called a slur, by my own people or people who intend it to hurt me. It's fucking funny.

It has all changed and will continue to. That's the way it is. Don't discount other people's experiences or histories or whatever else just because you don't know the full story or "I just don't like it". News flash- isn't your fucking life babes.

Anyways, long-ass rant over. Needs to be said. I'm sayin it.

Any beautiful, handsome, fantastic motherfuckers out there who wanna comment your identity, favourite terms for yourself, etc? Wanna call me a slur, regardless of which way, good or bad, you intend it?

Light me the fuck up, yo. Hand me the lighter and pass the weed, I've always liked playing with fire.

[waffle-bubbles]

So I went to a Rocky Horror screening tonight with a shadow cast. I have a theater assignment where I’m supposed to watch one live performance, but my town doesn’t have a single theater company and this was the only thing close to that I could access with a lack of a driver’s license. I expect to fail.

Anyway. Here are my notes on the show and on the brief voyage back to my dorm:

- For the viewing experience, I did not enjoy it. It was crowded and noisy. Not sensory friendly. I got a headache from the clashing smells of alcohol and food which weirdly smelled like crayons. I liked the lighting. It was similar’s to my dorms, which I keep low.

- My social anxiety was really high, which makes it less enjoyable. Especially since it was interactive. I’d prefer watching it in the safety of my room with a few close friends.

- Where I was positioned, I couldn’t see well. People crowded the screen; some were standing in front of me while I was sitting. Everyone was at the same level as the screen.

- Virgin cherry pop (setting up promiscuous themes)

- Time warp dancing

- Couldn’t hear a thing. At one point they turned on the captions (to which there was a cheer), but I couldn’t read among the heads blocking the view. I wore my earbuds the whole time to block some of the noise out. I brought up the script to read along.

- Would have been more fun if I had friends. But you know. I’m a loser.

- Time warp was fun. So was Sweet Transvestite. (At least I can hear the songs. That’s the most important part.)

- The performers have an air of drag to them. Obviously.

- Crush on Brad and Tim Curry. What’s new.

- Sitting between middle aged women, teenage girls, and an obnoxious straight couple.

- Costumes exact replicas of movie’s costumes. (Couldn’t see actors well at all; just hints of their head.)

- Statue of David?? (I can’t escape it) (I like that his nails are painted.) (What is with all the Greek references?? Atlas, Medusa)

- I look too straight to be here.

- If I was a cis man, I’d 100% dress as Dr. Frank n’ Furter. But alas, dysphoria. I think trans people latch onto him because of how confident he is in his body and how it defuse gender.

- This is about sexualizing men and woman, and I love it. (Especially the men.)

- Brad real actor is played by an older gentleman.

- If I hadn’t watched this before, I would be so confused right now (again, can’t hear shit)

- Get that bussy, Janet (and she’s in the bi colors)

- I always feel bad for Rocky. His whole purpose is to be used.

- Pretending not to notice my classmate

- Apparently I was watching the obnoxious dude’s drinks. At least he gendered me correctly. (“He’s not even twenty-one.”)

- “But he’s a lesbian” (I don’t know what the context of this is, but a dude named Chief said it.)

- Craning my neck to see the other screens when I can’t see (there is a bowling alley here)

- I’m so gay (Brad) (he’s so hot)

- The two actors walked in front of my during orgy to foreshadow Frank n’ Gutter’s overthrow

- Frankenstein motif

- Using flashlights as spotlights

- Actors have just been mimicking what’s on screen (from what I could see)

- Frank n’ Futer’s real actor looks so sad (“I’m going home”)

- How can people spend their weekends like this. I’m tired and it’s not even 9:00 yet.

- Bro I can actually hear Riff Raff (still can’t understand him) (crowd thinned the barest amount)

- I forgot how bad the laser effects were (kind of cartoonish)

- a lot of seemingly unrelated scenes of a plot

- I like to think Brad and Janet become a power poly couple

- Classmate said hi anyway. I said hi back.

- I have way too much anxiety for this shit.

- It’s freezing cold and I can’t see the stars

- I enjoy listening to the soundtrack more than that experience

- Oh there are the stars. Very few.

- Bus driver told me I should have a flashlight. Good idea.

- Fuck this stop. I hate it. I am overwhelmed, and I want to be in my warm bed. (Switched drivers)

- This lesbian bus driver has good taste in music (she was listening to Girl in Red. Only lesbians listen to Girl in Red and Lana Del Ray. Obviously.)

- I think I made this gay couple uncomfortable. They stopped cuddling when I looked at them. Like no dude you’re good. I was just admiring your fashion.

- I can see my breath. This should not be happening. I’m not ready for winter.

[falsebooles123]

Finding the First Gay Kiss - Diary of a Big Ole Gay: 12/9/22

Hey whores sorry its been a minute I've been feeling enniu and spending money to fill my holes.

(this popped up when I typed in "any hole is a goal" so take from that what you will.)

I have also been watching gay shit so lets see where we left off.

(*checks notes*)

fuck its vingarne???? thats like so fucking long ago. ok well buckle in whores I'm gonna write as much as I can in the next half hour and then I have to get ready for a twitch stream where I you guessed it, watch more gay films, (twitch is just my username btw).

Coney Island (1917) dir by Roscoe Fatty Arbunkle

So this is one of the more transphobic films so far and honestly not the vibe. If you are like me and you keep looking up pictures of Fatty Arbunkle in drag for "research" then you will have seen him in a bathing outfit. In fact I saw a clip of this in disclosure and nobody chose to credit fatty arbunkle in this so I could watch.

The actually plot is beyond annoying we have the classic henpecked husband trope, (tbh I find the trope intresting just because its such a different marital dynamic then I'm used to seeing in film), who goes to coney island. Buster Keatons girlfriend just fucking leaves him cause he can't pay for tickets so he sneaks into the fair to do shaninagans. who the fuck cares its buster Keaton I would watch that man do anything.

at some point Fatty wants to go swimming but the clerk is fatphobic to him so the obvious answer to this problem is of course crossdressing. I still absolutely love how this is the solution for everything in these films its refreshing after growing up in the 2000s

also buster keaton does a backflip.

(FUCK MY BUSSY KING)

oh also some whore named st. john is in this, bitch we don't know her.

The actually cross dressing elements become quickly problamatic. Its like if fatty arbunkle did so wack cocaine and one of his orgys and dream walked into the mind of a 21st century terf before he wrote the script. its a lot of sexual predators, (fatty), invading women's spaces and men being "tricked" by fattys drag persona. and don't get me wrong its not like there isn't other gender shaninagans in these role reversal films but this one is just recognizable transphobic. Like it plays off tropes and narratives I recognize from modern discourse just in the same way that behind the screen was a recognizable "fairy" trope.

I Don't Want To Be a Man (1918) dir Ernst Lubistch

so this film sucks in the sense that I hate the characters and its super sexist but you do have this character in boy mode absolutely making out with a guy heres a quote from my LB review.

Its at this point we get to the stage of HOW GAY WAS IT! because essentialy what happens is that Occi gets drunk AF and starts making out with a dude.

Now I feel that even though objectively this was some straight shit since she identifies as a women its still siturationally queer, I've been watching a lot of these "Role-Reversal" comedies back to back and there really isn't a concept of passing in these films even in siturations in which a character is very clearly cross dressing, (Mabel's Blunder and the Porter from The ABC of Love) come to mind the characters are unable to distinguish them from there presentation. I also don't think that this suspension of disbelief is set specifically to this era either. Even modern films like ugh... Shes The Man present these cross-dressing as serving masc with the suspicion presented being about performance not presentation. 

Side Note: A lot of these types of films absolutely reek with transphobic and homophobic "comedy"

So in the scope of the narrative and genre, I have to assume that Occi presents fully as male in these scenes and that the other characters are interacting with her in boymode. Which to me means that when the guy kisses her, thats gay. Its gay because he was had the absolute attention of kissing a man at the time dispite him not having all the available information. 

Also he was like totally surprised when he found out she was a women so like honestly we stan this bisexual disaster right here. 

like sure I don't love this film but like her DADDY being bisexual is kinda hawt.

Side note: I'm using the term daddy to refur to this love interest character who is present as moralizing and domineering. Its usually paired with a "wild child" who needs to be taught to settle down and you know be a "respectable women" think Angel and the Bad Man, theres this fucked up conflation of a male love interest as being both sexual desirable and paternal its very fruedian.

(I couldn't find that scene where Clint Eastwood beats his wife and its presented as totally chill so heres the only picture under "spanking" that isn't literal porn)

Yankee Doodle in Berlin (1919) dir F. Richard Jones

So yeah this is just a comedy where a guy dresses in drag. Bothwell Browne was a female impersanator from europe and while I don't believe he had very many film gigs he was of a similar celebrity as Julien Eltinge. Eltinge himself starred in a similar propaganda flick whose name escapes me.

These films were playing off of the public interest of vauldeville and female impersanation so its a lot more family friendly drag show then any thing queer and subversive.

Interesting history note but not great otherwise.

Ander die Als Anderan {Different from the others} (1919) dir. Richard Oswald

ok so I have exactly one minute to finish this blog so I'm just gonna paste the whole ass history of this film from my working script on the subject.

Ok so I was really excited to get to this film but first I need to talk about post world war 1 Germany, yaasssss bitch, its the part of every video that I just accidentally bring up the rise of Fascism, woopsie. But First Homophobia. 

This film is heavily concerned with the appeal of section 175 which those who know there gay history immediately recognize. Section or paragraph 175 was a german law that and I’m simplifying here, criminalizes Homosexual Activity. It was based off of medieval anti-sodomy laws and during different parts of Germanys history it has existed in more lenient and draconic measures. 

This measure was protested by a variety of people notable the Scientific Humanitarian Committee which was founded in 1897 and the World League for Sexual Reform in 1921 both founded by one Magnus Hirshfield. Hirshfield was a sexologist and while he wasn’t the only person or first person involved in this fight he was very influential. Now once again simplifying but a pet theory that was going around europe at the time was this idea of degeneration. Bitch do I need to explain eugenics to you. Basically Mendel was like hey vetch genetics exist and then fifty years later people were like actually the queers are a social contagion. They were considered degenerate, you know weak stock, like a runt dog or a horse with club foot, the merciful thing would be to take it out behind the woodshed. 

So Hirshfield with his queens and eggheads were like um actually Reich und Lander being homosexual isn’t literally a suicide gene meant to destory civilization its actually just a natural variation of humanity. Hirschfield referred to it as being a sexual intermediary or Third Sex, this notion of being between the dicometric poles in nature, Your’ve may have heard the phrase Sexual Invert as well all from the same well you get it. 

In 1919 Hirshfield founded the Institite fur sexualwissenkraft, which was a non-profit dedicated to researching queer identity and also provided education and medical resources, for instance being involved with the transition of Danish Painter Lili Elbe. During the same year an austrian director by the name of Richard Osward teamed up with hirshfield to make a Aufklärungsfilm, or sexual enlightment film. Basically an education film about a taboo subject like drugs or the gays. 

The film was supposedly very successful but in 1920, the republic established a censorship board and Different from the Others was reduced to only being able to be shown to clergy and doctors for educational purposes. There was however a shortened version included in another documentary called Laws of Love in 1927 that just so happened to make its way to Ukraine. Keep a pin in that. 

Unfortunately as we all know in 1933 The Nazis official took power and in may of the same year The German Student Union called “Action against the Un-German Spirit” which called for the destruction of any work that went against nazis ideals, Hirshfield being a Jewish Kinkster was obvioiusly on the list, The German Student Union broke into the Institute fur Sexualwissenkraft and tore down the thousands of books, films and other documents and burned them including of course the full version of Anders als die Anderen. Like that in one day in may, one of the largest resources of queer knowledge was destroyed. 

As Tragic as it is luckily the frost didn’t get to all the potatoes. Remember that copy of Laws of Love well luckily historians managed to get ahold of it so the world at least has a glimpse of hirshfields original intention. 

Well now that I spent a good what 15 minutes telling you about the cultural baggage this film has I guess I should probably talk about whether or not the gay kiss happens. 

Well yes and know most of the film is concerned about how kinda fucked up how Section 175 is and while the movies straight up is like Hello I’m a homosexual can I have some rights please. Its actually pretty light on the pda. Its definitely queer Hirshfield wanted to “Usualize” Queer experience so we have people cruising in a ballroom and so forth but the closest we get to a gay kiss is through implication, where we have to young school boys lean in and then a fade to black. Like we definitely know what was going on but we don’t get to see it. 

anyway whores stay tuned for more update articles because this is the one way we are keeping the now 120 films straight in my mind. Also if I watch any queer short films that arn't on the list then I'll add them to it I decided.

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My top 5 favorite female characters

No body asked but I have been thinking a lot this because I just watched the entire star wars saga and I can't believe how well writted is Leia's character, so here's this:

Daisy Johnson.

I put her in the first place because for the last two/three years this character has though me a lot, i'm still not sure how to explain it, but i have cried with her and for her, how to grow up and fight you insecurities, how she went from some without solid ground to carry so much responsability and being able to make desitions and to lead after a lot of hard work and mistakes

Evelyn Carnahan.

Evie was maybe the first female character that though me that women can be all THAT, don't get me wrong, i had never been told or teached by any one that women can't be something but watching it on a movie like this, just loved it, was so amazing, i had already watched Indiana Jones and Jurassic Park with great male and female characters and similar characteristics of her, but she just show it so great and naturally, without being cliche from the old hollywood but without pushing femininsm like in currently hollywood (yeah i said that and i don't care, argue with the wall).

Clarisse Renaldi.

I just loved Julie Andrews and her characters since I was a baby maybe, but in this one, she really shows me how sobriety, respect, modesty, propriety, values, being "the perfect lady" is not something sexist or stereotyped they are just values that help us to form us in our lives and not just leads to success or recognition but what is most missing in society nowadays, not talking about her sence of duty, her strenght, how to fight real inequality and bad laws like she did in princess diaries 2 with Mia.

Minerva McGonagall.

With her is a little bit the same as the last one, but mostly how she believed that knowledge and passing that knowledge by teaching is just so powerful as kicking as*es, how education is not like just knowing something that in someplace it says you should know that, but that it is functional and useful, severity and strictness are not bad if they are well worked.

Leia Organa.

I'm not sure what to say about her, we know she can kick as*es and she can lead, she leaded a country(?) and a rebelion for almost all her life, but that's maybe not the thing that most impact made on me, but her willing to do something right and for the right reason, when she started in politics and then became senator she hated politics but she believed that people needed someone to care about the well being of everyone, don't get me wrong again, i'm against of government minding his bussiness in everthing, but i know that when good people try to do good things with the best intentions possible great things can be achieved if they fight and work hard for it, she's such a great written character even when she was still part of an "old hollywood becoming more modern", and something i love the most from her (and that maybe many people don't care about it) is the love for her child, even when she was really distant for her job she knew that a mother and father and their love can be more powerful than any kind of power or dark force.

Honorable mention:

[brw]

which comic characters do you think will give good head.

anon, thank you for indulging me. here is a list with my reasoning in no particular order because if i was to actually rank people i think my blog would become a battleground for different people wanting to defend their faves honour.

reed richards, this one is self explanatory with those powers he simply has to be and sue can and has testified. maybe it's cheating but if sue is happy who cares. absolute king.

hercules, also self explanatory lad, he is 3000 years old and i know he put those to good use. if he could have been the god of giving head he would have chosen that over heroism or strength or whatever the fuck. you have to be good at eating pussy for 4 women to talk about how hot you were at your fucking funeral. it's his legacy.

callisto, just look at her, no person could look that good w/o giving fantastic head, ororo would testify i just know it. tbh anyone who dates ororo gives good head i think it's a requirement for dating her which brings us to our next

t'challa, he knows how to treat his partners RIGHT, that one cover of him abt to kneel in front of ororo's throne in her regent of sol fit? pose of a man who knows how to eat it.

vision, they installed a vibrating tongue feature years ago i feel this in my heart. that one tweet that's like "transgender pussy probably fire has like heated leather seats"? that's vision. and their mouth.

henry pym, i'm sorry but i refuse to believe (despite loving him) that he could get janet van dyne to marry him and stayed married and faithful to him for as long as she did if he wasn't good at SOMETHING. same w/ tigra. you're telling me tigra dated and had a kid* with him?? he has to be giving SOMETHING here and that something is good head.

lois lane, she's been eating her husband's bussy since the 1940s and honestly so true of her, keep going girl.

pietro maximoff, i know he has created some Interesting and Unconventional uses for his superspeed and that's all i'm saying on that.

elektra, this one is also just vibes bc i've only read like 10 issues of daredevil in my life but she has the Energy. all i can really say but i believe it.

namor, a man with that many spouses has to be. i'm just saying.

black bolt, see above, medusa was so obsessed w/ him in the 70s and 80s for a reason.

jean grey, this one is all just vibes but she definitely was eating out misty knight when they were roomies. emma would have taught her how to do it right, i believe.

kurt wagner, is this one canon? pretty sure it's canon. if it's not it absolutely should be HAVE YOU SEEN HIM. probably has a forked tongue to get nasty.

thus ends brieuc's post of comic characters that give good head, there's probably more but these r the ones i believe. i don't read a lot of dc hense why there's only one dc character here 😔

[cringefestuwu]

~The crew on a vacation~

Pairing: alastor x reader

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Charlie was the most excited about this...an actual vacation, and for once everyones going! It was just for the weekend, agreeing to leave friday afternoon. The drive was around an hour. And angel ofcourse complained all the way.

"Are we there yet?!" He asked for the 56th time, leaning in the back of the red and yellow limo, taking up two seats, causing husk to repeatedly have to nudge him away. He didn't seem to care much though, to bussy looking at his nails...wait but he has gloves on tf- "For the 100th time angel, NO!" Vaggie yelled, sitting on the other end beside charlie, slumping back over in her seat as if she would have a rageful outburst if angel opened his mouth again. "Puta ignorante..."

You tried not laugh at how ignorant the situation was, covering your mouth with your sleeve, trying to make it not look so obvious. You and alastor sat on a small seat on the side of the limo, near nifty. The place you were going to was a beach. Yes. And a hotel. How ironic. Who knew hell had an ocean. It was a three bed two bathroom, not like one you've seen before, it was fairly decent, probably since charlie was the princess and she booked it a week ahead of time. Well at least it's said to be peaceful, and it's been a while since you've gotten out of the hotel. Though you didn't really enjoy showing much of your skin, which is the main reason you considered just getting a one piece, or just wear a normal short sleeve shirt. Though when you all got to a store specifically for swim suits, charlie, vaggie, nifty and you went to the womens changing rooms while husk, angel, and al went to the men's. Eventually the gurls picked out a two piece bathing suit for you, you weren't certain about it, though it was very pretty, it even had your favorite color. They said you looked amazing, maybe you were overreacting

After all the purchasing (and angel insisting on getting sand tools to play with) you had finally made it to the place, it looked about 7 stories high, charlie said the room she had gotten was on the 6th, which you couldn't lie, you did love the views from high up, especially if it was facing the ocean, luckily that was close by as well.

As soon as charlie unlocked the door and opened it angel immediatly threw his things by the door, hopping on the bed face-first into the pillow. You rolled your eyes 'course'. He instantly moved over setting his cheek in his hand, a smirk forming on his face "Any one of you boys wanna share a bed with me?~"

You, already sitting on the bed by the wall, looked over at angel, now wanting to understand why he's still trying. He was afterall on vacation. Or maybe he's just thirsty af.

"HAH! No..." Alastor walked over to the bed you were at, sliding a small suitcase under it. Sitting down on the edge after. "Ah come on! What's she got that i dont?!" He asked, seeming fairly offended. "Everything..."

"Whatever..." He rolled his eyes, plopping back on the bed. The only thing interrupting the silence was husks laughter, mainly just to mock angel for how owned he had gotten. You snorted, ofcourse sharing a bed wouldn't be so akward since you have been with him for a while now, turning away to get some things from your bag, you were all only staying for a few days, so it wasn't really a need to bring much. It was around 9 pm. so you'd all probably just go to bed for tomorrow.

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It took around 30 minutes for everyone to actually get into their pajamas since angel was in one of the bathrooms for around 10 minutes...not knowing what in hell he was doing for so long. Deciding to use the other one. Coming out a few minutes later with a (f/c) striped long sleeve with some shorts that had a similar color. Sitting down on the bed as you brushed your hair out with your fingers. Just waiting on alastor to come out of the bathroom. You looked over to the others, seeing most of them were already asleep, husk slump over a chair, his beer about to fall out of his hand. Charlie and vaggie sleeping in the same bed, angel ofcourse sleeping qlone in his, and nifty having made herself a spot to the side, not exactly sure how she made that so fast. Deciding to lay down until he came back.

A few minutes later you heard the bathroom door open, light footsteps going around the to side of the bed. Feeling the bed dip a bit, since you were facing away from his side you didn't exactly know what he was doing. It seemed to stay like that for a while before he moved, feeling an arm snake around your stomach, assuming he was wanting to cuddle you. He must've thought you were asleep since you didn't react, feeling him gently pull you towards him, your back touching his chest. He felt fairly cold, but it wasn't uncomfortable, mainly the opposite. Beginning to hear quiet faint music in the static that came from his mic that was set up against the wall. Eventually you turned over to face him, your eyes still closed at the moment, wrapping your arms around him, setting your cheek against his chest, you didn't exactly feel any piece of clothing. Opening your eyes a bit to see he indeed wasn't wearing a shirt, just some basketball boxers that went down to his knees. Feeling your face heat up a bit from it. He must've noticed you weren't actually asleep since he stiffened a bit, staring down at you "your not asleep, dear?" He seemed genuinely confused, what time was it again? "Oh- uh, i was mainly just waiting for you" you looked down at the blanket, he hummed a response, eventually feeling his other hand run through your hair, going through any tangles he was met with. You found it pretty relaxing, closing your eyes again as you basically turned into putty in his hands. Finding yourself slowly drifting to sleep from the faint music.

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(Bonus)

The next morning when you woke up you heard snickering coming from the end of the bed, it sounded like...angel. Then you heard a snap noise, opening your eyes as you looked up at al, seeing he was starting to wake up from it as well, looking towards the end of the bed, seeing that not only was angel there, taking pictures with the camera he asked to bring for 'memories', but charlie, nifty and vaggie standing there. Becoming fairly embarrassed, you hid under the covers, wishing they were still asleep.

[blackinquisitors]

🌙☁️💧 for nina and xavier!!

🍁🌾🌙 for deidra and akiro!!

<3 hope you’re doing well

ahh sorry for taking so long to get to this I was absolutely exhausted yesterday

nina

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

not really, nina is fairly normal in her hobbies. she likes fashion and sewing so I guess her weirdest trait is collecting little buttons and various knick knacks and fabric scraps to later make into something

☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?

she tends to wear muted colours and cropped shirts. she likes to have a variety of colours in her wardrobe, but theyre not super bright. she likes the brightness to come through in accessories and her hair and nails. she also wears wigs, and her current everyday is the ginger hair i drew her with. but i imagine her style to be very "black girl instagram page" if that makes sense

💧- What is this oc most passionate about?

her own independence. she had to fight with her parents to get time off work at the farm to go explore. unlike her brother, she wasnt content with tending crops for the rest of her life, so she sought things outside the farm. she doesnt like being told what to do, she doesnt like compromising for anything

xavier

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

unusual for him, perhaps. hes a very introverted loud mouth goofball type of guy with a romantic side, so its very surprising for everyone to learn that he likes fishing and hunting

☁️- What is this oc's clothing style like?

a little boogie, a little gay. he likes a lot of silk shirts and tight pants. hes not opposed to a heeled boot. i have a party outfit in my mind for him which is a fishnet shirt, black trousers, dress boots, and a cropped black fur coat. king shit.

💧- What is this oc most passionate about?

what isnt he passionate about lol. probably making music. he puts his whole bussy into every song

deidra

🍁- What's this oc's favorite genre of movies/tv shows/books/etc?

deidras my special little fuck up so I think she likes really messed up shit. like hannibal would probably be her fav show, american psycho her fav novel. alistair is like what are you reading and shes like oh just [the most fucked up thing youve ever heard] and hes like ok.... wish i didnt ask....

🌾- How does this oc get along with people they just met?

badly. shes just very distant and untrusting of people in general. shes also bad at small talk and all the ways you initially become friendly with people. shes a little more warm towards elven women, but human men make her the most on edge. which is shocking that she ended up with alistair but i guess she sniffed out that elven blood like a bloodhound

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

i think she collects bones or something. idk i know shes my character and i made her but idk what she gets up to in her own time, thats none of my business. but im pretty sure I saw a skull in her house tho

akiro

🍁- What's this oc's favorite genre of movies/tv shows/books/etc?

ohh anything with a nice happy ending. i think he prefers comedy and lighter things but he likes a good crime thriller as well

🌾- How does this oc get along with people they just met?

hes a bit shy so initally talking to people is a little tough, but once hes gotten over that hump hes friendly enough. pre blight, he never really talked to people and really struggled making new friends. post blight, he had a bit of a metamorphosis and became a lot more outgoing

🌙- Does this oc have any unusual hobbies?

he likes crafting things so he mostly does cute little felting projects. but i think that when he hits 35, he realises that hes not processed literally any trauma that hes been through and becomes the mom from hereditary and makes really fucked up little miniature scenes as a form of therapy.

[tcm]

International Women Pioneers of Cinema By Raquel Stecher

Early women filmmakers are enjoying a renaissance; one they so rightly deserve. Documentary series like Mark Cousins’ WOMEN MAKE FILM help amplify the filmmakers who struggled within the confines of a male-dominated industry to make a space for themselves. These talented women deserve to be appreciated for their sheer talent, perseverance and of course their wonderful films. Let’s take look at some of the more obscure female directors from outside of the English-speaking world and how they paved the way for filmmakers to come.

For Bulgarian director Binka Zhelyazkova, filmmaking was a means of protest. Fighting back against her home country’s communist regime, each of her films offered its own cutting political critique. Her first film LIFE FLOWS QUIETLY BY… (’57), for which she served as assistant director to Anton Marinovich, was banned by the Bulgarian Communist Party for 30 years and finally released in 1988. Zhelyazkova forged on. She continued to make bold films with strong anti-fascist themes. Her films were often banned in Bulgaria yet highly regarded elsewhere in Europe and beyond. She had a keen eye for creating atmospheric and visually stunning films and was heavily influenced by Italian Neo-Realism, French New Wave and Russian cinema. With her directorial debut WE WERE YOUNG (’61), a haunting love story about two young resistance fighters, she became the first Bulgarian woman to direct a feature-length movie.

Austrian-Hungarian Jewish director Leontine Sagan is best known for her seminal lesbian film MADCHEN IN UNIFORM (’31). A pupil of Max Reinhardt, she trained as both an actress and a theater director. She saw an opportunity to try her hand at filmmaking when she came across German-Hungarian playwright Christa Winsloe’s story of a young woman at an all-girls boarding school who falls in love with her headmistress. Sagan’s MADCHEN IN UNIFORM is extraordinary for being the first feature film to portray lesbian love and for being female driven with a story by a woman writer with a woman director and an all-female cast. The film was a success, garnering rave reviews. Although Nazi politician Joseph Goebbels wrote in his diary that it was “magnificently directed, exceptionally natural and exciting film art,” the Nazi regime publicly made an attempt to destroy all copies of the film. Sagan was courted by MGM’s David O. Selznick, who quickly became a fan of her work and invited her to Hollywood. While this didn’t quite pan out, Sagan did go on to direct two British films MEN OF TOMORROW (’32) and GAIETY GEORGE (’46).

Following in the footsteps of Leontine Sagan was French director Jacqueline Audry. OLIVIA (’51) was based on Dorothy Bussy’s autobiographical novel which itself was inspired by MADCHEN IN UNIFORM as well as Colette Claudine’s novels. The story also takes place in an all-girls boarding school but instead of the Prussian Empire we get Belle Epoque France. Audry got her start as a script supervisor before working as an assistant director under the tutelage of Max Ophuls and G.W. Pabst. Her first solo success was GIGI (’49), one of three Colette stories she would adapt to screen. Even in an industry dominated by men, Audry made a space for herself directing films that featured complex and interesting female characters. She told subversive stories through conventional narratives with an eye towards literary adaptations with strong sexual themes. With the French New Wave, Audry’s style of filmmaking became quickly outdated and she was mostly forgotten. Decades later her work, especially OLIVIA, is finally getting the recognition she deserved.

In her brief 32 years, Forough Farrokhzad cemented a legacy as one of the great Persian poets. Her work openly explored female desire and was controversial in her native Iran, well before the Islamic Revolution. Farrokhzad was a woman determined to live life by her own standards. It was the subject of human perseverance that planted the seed of what would become her one and only film: THE HOUSE IS BLACK (’63). This 20-minute short documentary was filmed over 12 days at the Babadaghi leprosy colony. Her goal is clearly stated in the opening monologue of the film: “to wipe out ugliness and to relieve the victims is the motive of this film and the hope of its makers.” Farrokhzad narrates the majority of the film reading religious texts and her own poetry. In making the film, she brought awareness to the plight of those suffering leprosy and her unique filmmaking style inspired the Iranian New Wave.

By the time Therese Sita-Bella passed away in 2006, she was largely forgotten in her native Cameroon. But that has since changed, as a new appreciation for this dynamic and multi-talented woman has grown over recent years. Sita-Bella was born and raised in Southern Cameroon. She was part of the Beti tribe, educated by Catholic missionaries and moved briefly to Paris to continue her education. Sita-Bella became a radio and print journalist, a licensed pilot, a model and even played the guitar. In 1963, she added film director to her resume when she traveled with the Cameroonian National Ensemble, a collective of dancers who were performing at the Sarah Bernhardt Theater in Paris. With her documentary TAM-TAM A PARIS (’63), Sita-Bella became the first Subsaharan African female filmmaker. As author Dibussi Tande writes, Sita-Bella was “a woman ahead of her times, she made her mark in a male-dominated system that considered her an oddity and blazed the trail for many women in her generation.”

[flower-zombie-rob]

In all seriousness, please please please boost the fact that this man should not be awarded a Nobel Peace prize.

Yes, he made a peace agreement, but look at this man and his actions!!!

Hes racist, hes homophobic, he doesnt beleive in global warming, he's bareley even qualified to be a politician(hes a BUSSINESS MAN), hes a white supremacist, hes a misogynist, and more.

Please don't let people award this man with a Nobel Peace prize. This award nomination and/or win has been shared by Greta Thunberg, Malala Yousafzai, Martin Luther King Jr, so many people that have become inspirations. Dont let him have this and then use is for his campaign. Imagine how appealing it looks to have "Nobel Peace prize winner" on your presidential campaign.

People who have done amazing things for womens rights, global warming awareness, racism justice, so many amazing things. Trump isnt deserving of that, I mean come on!!!

Im not american, but i hope they can get out of that presidential situation. Vote against trump please and make it aware that he shouldnt get this Nobel Peace prize. He is basically the opposite of someone whos deserving of it.

[catspinach]

Gonna talk abt my transition here since ite been about a year since I started testosterone:O if anyone's planning on starting T or has questions abt my experience go nuts and ask, I don't mind uwu

Before I started T they checked my testosterone count and it was already well above average for women so I was super happy abt that lol. I initially started on androgel for about 6 months before increasing my dose and switching to injections, and during that period I didn't really notice a whole lot of changes tbh. I don't think my voice really changed at all at that point, but the way I talked started feeling different and i started seeing slight bottom growth and stuff, but everything sped up once I started injections and increased my dose.

So ig first I'll talk about hair. I'm blond and never had too much body hair but my legs got HAIRY and that was probably one of the first notable changes I had. Specifically below the knee. Then came the ass hair dhshjw and now I'm starting to see dark hair growing on my thighs. I never rly had thigh hair before but it's really starting to come in! I also have so much hair going down my bellybutton now lmao seriously it's so long. Uhh I have quite a bit of nipple hair too.. Shit grows fast once it starts, but it takes a while to start if that makes sense. And I have a few facial hairs that come in but I obvs can't grow a beard yet so I've been shaving them. They come in fast though, I gotta shave like every other day. When I first started T I wasn't totally sure how I felt about body hair tbh but now that it's actually growing I'm like YES!!!

My voice has changed a lot too holy shit. Like it's definitely not totally 100% masculine but it's very androgynous. Singing is very different! Idk how to use my head voice anymore lol. Basically I used to have trouble singing as low as steven universe but now I have trouble singing as high as steven universe dhsgsjjs I'm sorry I listen to the soundtrack a lot and that's the only thing I can compare it to but yeah holy shit steven can sing so high wtf?? my laugh kinda changed too, its become more of a scream ndhsjs but that's okay!

There's other various changes too, like I mentioned bottom growth. I'm gonna explain what bottom growth looks like for the rest of this paragraph bc I never saw anything abt it when I first started T and all the resources I could find were literally from a trans guy p*rn subreddit and that's not okay!! But yeah basically it's just an enlarged clitoris. It grows to different sizes depending on the person but it stays small and won't grow to penis size or anything. The clit forms to kinda be in the shape of the head of a penis and the clitoral hood wraps around it almost like foreskin, but again it stays pretty small and you probably won't see it through your underwear. I was very concerned abt that part before I started T and the uncertainty made me put off taking it for a long time so like genuinely if anyones in the same boat I don't mind answering questions! just don't make it weird lol.

Uhhh yeah and then I got hella strong muscles lmao. Like they're harder and more defined, specifically in my arms. I got a lot of acne for a while too but I taking prescription acne gel. More stuff abt my bussy incoming: testosterone can dry you out or thin out the skin, and it can give you UTIs. That's what happened to me but I'm just taking a cream to help with that. You basically like go thru menopause lol so there's similar symptoms to that. No more periods! This post is probably way too much abt my genitals for other people's comfort so I apologize and I'm done talking thank you for reading