#i'm here i'm queer it's time to fuckin party

[cstarling]

do you love c.larice s.tarling? you should.

[fatass-angel-adam]

PSA:

Getting some new folks I think?? SO let's go over some stuff I gotta kinda re-add to the blog XD

I'm J!MMY and I run the blog and scribble the shit. I'm a 30+ mentally ill queer dude with scoliosis so like...I barely function obviously lmao. My pronouns are strictly he/him/his only (though they/them/theirs is acceptable if you were unaware and needed a default!) and I like alcohol and cats. Yes you can just call me Adam if it's easier lol

Speaking of alcohol I actually am an alcoholic of the sorts IRL and I WILL party frequently with alcohol, weed, and other substance abuses so probably don't follow if you have a problem with those things :U I'LL AT LEAST TRY TO TAG AND SHIT!! No I don't want help either so don't preach at me that is neither here nor there when it comes to running the blog

The blog is highly NSFW and kink friendly! There are obviously some "kinks" that are excluded for equally obvious reasons but overall most are welcome and I don't judge! Fav kinks to draw/RP include various BDSM, spanking, tickling, and stuffing/inflation/etc.

OBVIOUSLY MINORS DNI!! Neither mun nor muse!!!

We're only semi-serious here okay?? In fact we're pretty fuckin unhinged half the time so LET'S JUST GET THAT OUTTA THE WAY-

I post OOC too much a lot but you can shut me up with the "shut up j!mmy" tag. Also I post all sorts of crazy pics of myself and 95% of the time I'm not wearing a shirt so deal with it

You can send RPs OR asks and horny anons are ALWAYS welcome lmao

Ships I'm into are Adam/Lucifer (my main verse being with my IRL partner @dreamerlucifer but like it's open lol), Adam/Lute, Adam/Mammon, and Adam/Adam but I'm really down to ship with whoever as long as we have chemistry!

OC, doubles, and whatever else friendly! As long as you're cool and you and your muse are both of age then I'm down!

Me, Lucifer, and my little circle of Cool People hang out in our little HH/HB based (I use that very loosely btw lmao) Discord server so feel free to join in if you're 18+! Make sure to tell your age as soon as you join so we can process getting you in there though okay lol

UUUUUUHHHHHH...??? I dunno there's probably more I'll update whenever lmao

[daughterofsarenrae]

I can’t bring myself to do any deep dives into political podcasts or discussions, would you summarize the latest? What are the reactions post debate? Most of my coworkers are going to vote trump but they treat me (an obviously queer person) so kindly. It’s dispiriting.

hiya! preferencing everything i say here with a "this is an extremely close race and will be until the very end" disclaimer but! we are not in doom and gloom mode we are in determined hope mode imo

post debate: fox news anchors were saying on air immediately after the debate that trump lost. like straight up they COULD not spin it in a way that he won. harris challenged him to another debate like hours after and i think it was today where he was like "no i totally won 100% so im not doing another" which. makes him look like a coward running away from facing her again bc he and everyone else knows he lost. so that's fun! of course he could go back on that bc he switched between he would/wouldnt do this debate like 8 times leading up to it. u cant trust anything out of his mouth! who knew?

ANYWAYS so that post i rb'd earlier was true: about 1/4 trump voters said the debate made them reconsider their vote, and i thiiiink wapo cited 6% of trump voters DID change their vote post debate. debates dont traditionally have anything to do with election results but it might be a good indicator in this one. most undecided voters' stance is "we dont know enough about harris's positions/policies" bc her campaign is like. 1.5? 2? (i forget) months old. the debate was her chance to lay her policy out for a HUGE audience- i think it was 67 million people watching? whereas trump: everyone knows who he is and what his views are. he is a known figure and people have made decisions. she is not known. and her core message that debate was "i am not trump or biden, i'm a new way forward" which for all of the people who were not wanting to vote for either trump/biden (bc of policies or age or WHATEVER) is important. national polls are close with harris trending up basically since her campaign started, but the important polls are the swing state ones, which typically are either tied or harris up by a tinyyyy bit.

the important thing here is: trump has his base. they will vote for him no matter what. generally he's kind of capped off how many voters he can get. people who are undecided/abstaining wouldve committed to him by now. harris is the unknown here, which means she has the greatest potential for growth, esp among undecideds and abstaining voters. the general view is they want to know more and are open to learning more. she's only done the one big mainstream news media interview so far bc she's been uh. a little busy! between constant rallies and the dnc and debate prep and such, but she's also been doing (almost?) daily local radio interviews. extremely grassroots campaign stuff. but also she's gotten fuckin. liz and dick cheney's endorsements. and a lot of other republicans. AND ALSO one piece of extremely good post debate news: taylor swift's endorsement. i think i saw a number today where in the 24 hours since her post, over 400,000 people clicked the link to the voter registration website so. extremely encouraging

the maga push to make harris/walz seem super extremist is very funny and also not sticking at all bc walz is literally the most normal guy ever. and every time jd vance shows his face he says something even more self-incriminating. trump distances himself SO much from vance it's so funny. clown show party over there. trump keeps flip-flopping on signing an abortion ban bc the evangelicals will hate him if he doesnt but it's also an extremely extremely unpopular position so he can't really say anything about it without alienating part of his voters

ANYWAYS this is. i guess kind of a summary? i didn't link sources bc im lazy and just got back from work but i will find them if u want me to. and also if u have any other things u wanna know this was extremely general

keep donating keep talking to people keep volunteering! the more voters we get out the better chance we have. esp if you're in the south check your voter registrations. block anyone who encourages you not to vote. most importantly dont give in to the fear. it's ok and normal to be anxious and afraid of this election, but don't let it shut you down. seek news that doesn't just talk about trump, elevate news that talks about harris. remember- people know enough about him that they're committed to him already. letting people know about harris' policies is going to do much more for bringing undecideds into the fold than talking about whatever insane shit trump is on about on any given day. AND ALSO campaign and donate for every other democrat on the ballot. vote blue up and down. let's set harris up for success with a congress that'll actually let her do shit

[callmearcturus]

Okay here are the Mission Impossible grades now that I've seen them all

Mission Impossible 1: A-Tier

STILL LODGED IN MY FUCKING BRAIN. I did not go into this one expecting it to be that good. I only shouted at DePalma once I think and mostly I was staring in fascinated horror at the sexually-charged manipulative thriller unfolding. I am obsessed with the dynamic between Ethan, Phelps, and Claire, there is some SHIT going on there, the queer reading of this movie is off the charts. Would rewatch any day.

Mission Impossible 2 Silent Movie Recut: C-Tier

This is a bad fucking movie but Punct and I were screaming for 90% of the film, it was so fucking fun and stupid. Granted, I don't think we would have survived if we weren't watching the recut, BUT nothing will ever be funnier than Ethan doing a backflip and then mid-air changing to a down-kick. I was so shocked at the AUDACITY and the STUPIDITY I immediately rewound the scene to watch it again. Amazing. Totally batshit. Ethan why are you kicking everything you are a punchman.

Mission Impossible 3: Trash Tier

This movie was a nightmare. I feel actively bad for Cruise and Monaghan bringing their A game to a shit-tier script. This movie has MULTIPLE PROBLEMS. There were multiple sequences that were so poorly shot that I couldn't follow what the fuck was happening. The constant unnecessary cuts and the rapid tempo gave me a headache. JJA is incapable of letting a shot breathe at all, like if he doesn't cut every three to five seconds his head will explode. Also this script was ATROCIOUS. Fucking WHAT. There is no introducton to the team, making them feel completely tertiary. That line about sleeping with your sister catapulted me out of the movie like an ejection from a jet plane. The entire anti-god speech was peak 'take the keyboard away from JJA.' And WHAT was with the random bondage mask scene??? Was JJA like "sorry i have no idea how to keep the plot moving unless Ethan literally can't speak in this scene so here's the IMF-issued Unsexy Bondage Mask."

Also this Jack Bauerification of Ethan Hunt pisses me off. Ethan Hunt should not use assault rifles, that's not who he is, JJA meet me in the pit.

Ghost Protocol: A-Tier

Stupid and delightful and finally some good fucking food. The first of the McQuarrie Trilogy. After enduring MI3 I want to kiss McQuarrie on the fucking mouth for writing this. You actually get to know the team! There is time spent establishing each of their dynamics with Ethan! Finally Ethan is doing sneaky shit instead of just shooty shit! The Burj! The comedy! This is a 2 hour episode of Leverage and I fucking love it. Thank you, zero notes.

Rogue Nation: S-Tier

Oh babygirl here we fucking go. Not only McQuarrie on script (with help from good writers) but he's in the director chair, welcome to the party, hardy. I L O V E this movie. It has supplanted GP as my comfort watch of the series. Ilsa Faust is an excellent addition to the team with a lot of edge to her and the way she drives the plot thrills me chills me and fulfills me. And while she's kind of the love interest that is not even remotely the plot of the story, the story is crunchy with Solomon Lane serving such fuckin good vibes. He has actual motivation beyond "hello i am the baddie" he has thoughts and motivations and he also is STAGGERINGLY PETTY. Also I cannot tell what's my favorite bit of this one, the part where Ethan is fucking OUT OF IT after he gets resuscitated or when Ethan goes off the deep end.

This movie really said "Benji Dunn is 90% of Ethan's impulse control" and it was RIGHT! Thank you McQuarrie, I love you.

Fallout: S-Tier

I'm fucking unhinged about this movie. The batshit motorcycle chase in Paris, the HALO jump, the helicopter hijacking. Ethan's continued moral decay as his ethical compass begins to realign, and the way it fucks him over. Solomon fucking Lane back to haunt the shit out of everyone. That FUCKING bathroom brawl jesus fuck. Everyone is on their goddamn A game, they are giving everything. Watching the final act is like a prolonged heart attack. Also the cinematography and lighting is jawdroppingly gorgeous. Also Julia is AMAZING. HER SCENE WITH LUTHER MAKES ME EMOTIONAL.

Not only do I have no notes, I want McQuarrie to give me notes. Goddamn. Ethan Hunt is babygirl and his tired eyes give me feelings.

There it is, my lukewarm takes.

[yallemagne]

I think Hollywood (and also books and musicals) are allergic to Jonathan/Mina because it goes against the basic romance formula: There is no CHASE in it.

-They are in love at the beginning, they remain in love in the middle, they are still in love at the end: The is no will they or won't they drama.

-The man runs to the woman and the woman runs to him at the same time until they reunite, again and again: The thrill of the interested party pursuing the other one until they catch them is nowhere here.

-They start engaged, get married near the middle and remain married: There is no hollywood-style strangers-to-idiots-to-lovers that ends with kiss/sex/marriage. Or dramatic breakups before reconciling. It's steady and staunch.

-They rarely fight and when they do fight it's respectful and quickly descalates: No bickering or screaming matches or drawn-out arguments that show "sexual tension".

-He is just too damn nice to her: How could that awaken anything in a woman!

Those and more have been making writers toss the whole thing away and shove cheating, abuse, mutual contempt etc in their relationship and giving Mina something more spicy.

There is a chase. They're running together hand-in-hand, chasing after their goddamn dreams, they've been doing so since childhood. CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ARE ALSO A FUCKING TROPE. I guess not in Western media though. Fuck you, my culture.

That's the thing, we don't need a romantic subplot. We don't need will-they/won't-they. I'm SICK-- LET THEM BE MARRIED. LET MARRIED COUPLES BE IN MOVIES THAT AREN'T ABOUT LIKE?? FUCKIN DIVORCE OKAY???

"He's too nice" yeah I fucking hate how men have gaslit women (and all of society really) into thinking men showing unwarranted aggression is being attractive. No, that's just a red flag, you aren't feeling passion, you're feeling fear. People who think that kindness is unattractive haven't fucking graduated from kindergarten. They're still pulling on their crush's pigtails like idiots. I hope that one day they all find someone who loves and cherishes them so they'll stop being so inclined to sell fucking lies.

ONCE AGAIN, DRACULA ISN'T A ROMCOM IT'S A FUCKING REVENGE FANTASY. Jonathan and Mina are running hand-in-hand to murder their abuser. That's your fucking chase for ya.

They still wanna add will-they/won't-they to a story that doesn't fucking need it? Okay. Have the goddamn Suitors fuck. Have them all participate in a one-night stand and not be able to fucking deal with the repercussions. The part of the movie where everyone suddenly gets super dumb? That's just the romcom part where the Suitors haven't puzzled out that they're all in love with each other so it causes a bunch of misunderstandings and the Harkers and VH are just begging them to get their shit together.

Oh wait, that's gay, isn't it? And as we all know, an abusive straight relationship is infinitely more acceptable to a wide audience than a healthy queer relationship.

I hate it here.

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as shit that happened at band camp part 4 (its a hefty one today y'all)

Crutchie: *shows Finch a video*

Finch: I don't get it..?

Crutchie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T GET IT??? It's a weiner dog doing a flip!!

Albert: Did you just spit on me?

Race: No my nail broke and I accidentally threw it at you (/srs)

Davey: I painted my nails and watched Euphoria

Race: Of course you did

Davey: I got through the entirety of season 1

Race: You should be ashamed of yourself

Davey: Why?? It's about lesbians!

Race: exactly! I don't like gay people

Buttons: Preach!! Kill the gays!

Finch: How long have you been straight?

Albert, who had his heart broken by a guy three months ago and has been saying it turned him straight but he keeps "relapsing" into queerness every time he sees a pretty boy: ...Two minutes

Crutchie: Come on heterosexual you can do it

Katherine: *sobbing/laughing* I can't do it!! This is a man's job!! (/j)

Finch: What are you doing?

Race: He's pumpin

Albert: I bought this water balloon pump for $10 and it's already halfway empty because I just keep pumping them with air until they explode

Davey: Fabio (Les, who previously had hair longer than Sarah's) cut his hair

Jack: WHAT??? NOOO!!!

Romeo: Jamaica they're trapped down in

Romeo: Jamaica they can't even

Romeo: Japarty

Elmer: What are you doing??

Romeo: That's my favorite episode of Total Drama

Spot: He looks like Topher

Race: He looks like Geoff

Romeo: I know he's a registered felon crazy man but I'd still smash

Jack: *randomly* happy happy birthday from Applebee's to you we wish it was our birthday so we could party too, hey-

Race: Trumpets are just anorexic bugles

Albert: Literally what??

Jack: The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania

Davey: My mom told me she wants me to have kids with you

Katherine: SHE SAID WHAT

Davey: yeah so she knows I'm gay but she still wants me to have biological children and she said you would be a, quote, "perfect choice"

Katherine: why?? Should I be flattered??

Davey: no idea, she just kinda said it

Spot: Ahhh I already have drum shit on me and it's only 8:30

Spot: My hips are so fuckin bruised

Davey: Does your harness need adjusted? It shouldn't be sitting on your hips-

Spot: My body is structured different than yours, genius

Race: It's not a four year difference it's a three year difference

Albert: Oh wow so much better

Sarah: One time I took it and it said I was a child of Apollo and the other two times I was a Hunter of Artemis. So basically the Percy Jackson official godly parent quiz called me an official faggot like four times

Spot: I don't know his real name but I call him critter because he's annoying as fuck

Jack: Clap! If you care!

The band: *silence*

Denton: If you're losing your trombone it's not here

Albert: *sobbing* I'm losing MY MIND!!!

Jack: I have backne and I can feel the sweat dripping down

Crutchie: That is incredibly too much detail for me

Denton: If you're going to make a mistake, make the 76 Trombone mistake

Medda: Don't breathe! DON'T BREATHE!!!

Elmer: You can't go naked!!

Albert: It's fine I have a wife beater-

Race: You have a WHAT

Albert: Have you not been up at the field this week? Your shoes are still white

Finch: These ones are new

Albert: Oh so you're a cheater

Finch: You gotta even out the redness

Race: My gluteus maximus is wet!!!

Specs: I lost sense of smell in my right eye

Denton: Woah Betty...!

Crutchie: I get to leave early to go to therapy

Finch: Which kind?

Crutchie: Physical. The worst kind.

Davey, Jack, Finch, and Spot: *an entire conversation made up entirety of various incorrect pronunciations of Duquesne (doo-kane)*

Albert: *google searching where gay marriage is legal* GRAND THEFT AUTO THE BALLAD OF GAY TONY???

Race: Oh my god Davey's mom! *joking lustfully*

Denton: Who is that? Jack?

Jack: Me!

Denton: Okay do you have some screws loose or...?

Medda: On his instrument or like in general?

Denton: We have one shared pencil in this band where is it??

Blink: I'm that guy

Tommy Boy: Hey guess what

Blink: Yeah?

Tommy Boy: Shut the fuck up.

Denton: Out in trumpet land- or I guess brass land

Romeo: Nuh uh we know who your favorite is now. There's no saving yourself.

Denton: Okay so it's Tuesday-

Albert and Race: IT'S CHEWSDAY

Jack: CHEWSDAY

Crutchie: *snorts* is it really chewsday?

Sarah: It's chewsday innit?

Denton: ... I don't get it is this something I should know or-?

Jack: No we're just making fun of British people

Denton: Oh! Okay that's... Fine, I guess? Anyway-

Medda: Okay I wanna hear everyone who plays at 17 so that's... Bari sax, trumpet trombone and tuba

Specs: Wait but we play at 17

Medda: Yes flutes play but I don't want to hear you

Albert: *flipping his drum stick* One *flip* two *flip* three *flip* four! *flip* five!! *flip*

Spot: *hits the stick away*

Denton: You start to sound like a saggy diaper. Nobody wants to be the saggy diaper of the band

Jack: Oh my god does that say Scope??

Crutchie: Scope???

Buttons: ... Who's Scope?

Jack: They graduated last year

Davey: Gone, but not forgotten

Davey, about Jojo: That kid wears a propeller hat in my brain

Denton: Okay lets go marching cadence

Davey: ugh...

Denton: Old fashioned roll off

Davey: Ugh...

Denton: Into the fight song

Davey: UGHH

Davey: *sitting on top of the drum cabinet*

Jack: Wha- how- why??

Davey: Do you see any other seats?

Jack: *gestures to a ledge on the floor*

Davey: No

Jack: *points at a chair 2 feet away*

Davey: Dude, I'm gay

Jack: Just because you're day doesn't mean your not-

Davey: Day? I'm day?

Jack: Wow I can't believe you would make fun of my speech impediment, I thought you were gay. Turns out you're not even slay.

Race: I did better this time! We got together around the same time as my last relationship, end of February and I didn't do anything until June- July! I should get a medal!

Buttons: *randomly approaches Elmer* do you want some week old Cheetos?

Elmer: no- actually I have to think about that... No...

Spot: *squeaking his drum harness* me and your mom last ni-

Jack: I need him to come back and just squirt directly into my mouth

Davey: *blinks aggressively*

Elmer: What did he say?

Davey: What?

Elmer: You just got like transported into another dimension

Davey: Oh my contacts shifted out of place

Elmer: Oh and you saw the future?

Davey: my legs hurt. We don't move for this one do you think I can lay down and play?

Denton: okay musicians just relax for this run, you can sit and play while the fronts figure things out

Davey: ooh I'm gonna lay down and play!

Spot: you're an idiot

Davey: shut up help me lay down!

Spot: *helps Davey lay down with his drums on looking at him like he's stupid the whole time*

Davey: oh yeah. This is it.

[whalleyrulz]

halloween 2023

26) HOUSE/HAUSU

first up i am sorry i forgot to write this up yesterday! oh no! let's talk two movies again!

there's some of you who are looking at this saying "there's no way she just watched hausu for the first time on the 24th of october, 2023." and to them i say, i also, when watching the movie, was shocked that it was my first time, because it is exactly the type of movie you'd think, and i also thought, i'd have seen many times before

y'all

hausu's a 1977 japanese movie about a group of teenagers who go for summer vacation to a house in the boonies. then, what happens next is, the house eats them.

y'all

this movie is unbelievable. it swings for, and hits, every single note it aims for. it is a perfect example of what it means to Be On Your Bullshit. it is, without a doubt, one of the movies of all time

damn near every death has something so iconic in them that over the last 20 years since 1977, don't correct me it sickens me, cinema has yet to achieve what's done here. there's floating heads biting asses. there's dancing skeletons. there's a gorgeous cannibal witch who mugs at the camera. there's an assault of mattresses.

this is unlike every movie. you know the idea of outsider art? this feels like that. this feels like someone read a bunch of manga, then said "i bet if someone ever invented the way to put this in motion, it'd look like this. i shan't research to see if these motion pictures exist."

it's incredible!

27) HELLRAISER

i really want to say there's something wrong with modern cinema, in that everyone is beautiful, and nobody is horny, and this movie fights both trends and as a result is the best, but that's not quite it is it? because movies never did horny like hellraiser before. and never have since. the kind of horny this movie does warms my heart

and no, i'm not talking about the kink. the kink is obviously a big part of the movie, but that's not what i'm talking about

and i'm not talking about the queer subtext either, because being queer is not synonymous with being horny, and this subtext isn't what i'm talking about

i'm talking about the dinner party, where steve does a cool cigarette trick, and kirsty has the thirstiest response. i'm talking about her drunken stumble (some of the best drunk acting in all cinema) where you can see she eggs herself on. i'm talking how when kirsty and steve hook up, they don't even share a bed, but there's a level of intimacy that is so fucking wholesome and cute about him sleeping on the floor. wholesome horny

and i'm talking about julia's awkwardness with men, with all men. i'm talking about how she falls for frank, not because he's nice to her, or because he's interestingly mean, but because for once in her life, she's desired by someone. and when she starts bringing other men home, they don't have this burning need to have her, like frank, they're just there, and she's disappointed in them like she is larry; they aren't horny. they're just sad. and she knows horny. needy horny

and hell. i'm talking about the inexplicable bone dragon man eating fistfuls of crickets making direct eye contact with kirsty. he wants those crickets as bad as he wants to be seen as nasty. nasty horny

it's all desire. this movie fuckin' gets desire, y'all. like, it's not just about a horror. it's about desire. and when the horrible things happen, because of how laced with desire the movie is, and because of how phenomenal the effects are when frank is reborn, you too share a desire for the dark and perverse to happen, because at its heart, hellraiser wants you to want. deeply. truly.

it's my favorite movie, i swear. it has such sights to show you

1. skinamarink | 2. smile | 3. the black phone | 4. talk to me | 5. m3gan | 6. significant other | 7. cobweb | 8. horror in the high desert | 9. the pope's exorcist | 10. knock at the cabin | 11. infinity pool | 12. becky | 13. no one will save you | 14. huesera: the bone woman | 15. scream vi | 16. idle hands | 17. a wounded fawn | 18. v/h/s 85 | 19. evil dead rise | 20. mama | 21. look away | 22. some bad shorts and then the oldest view | 23. final destination | 24. beau is afraid | 25. phenomena

[khaosophist]

Oh, a title here eh?

Yah used to start with me, buddy, lost us on the way?

Gone.

The torture stops with the audience? Oh, sweetie, are you shy?

RAW.

Break that fairy heart of yours. They're always just another container buddy...

You remember how scared she sounded? Twelve years, facing US like we'd lied to her. You know that face. You don't juggle her, so you think she's not part of the show, but that ain't Disco, ain't it?

What's your Elysium, K?

"You're not part of it."

Yet, here I am, so, that means, you ain't gettin in.

Ooooooh yeah, the formless, addicted to forms; forms of higher order to the N-th Degree till your soul shatters into the smallest of small; The Unmeasured. Oh, Baby, what a concept, so insignificant, ya aren't even measurable. At least we know our audience sees us loud and clear, the light of the golden brown whisking away in our throats; DISCO.

You didn't even talk about them did ya? The Girls. Friends innit? Do they know? One does, but you still keep that cloak on. would plato be so interesting if everything was measured? Nah, they know what's missing, and it drives them fuckin barmy. Mate, no matter how much ya publish, I'm givin these writing another 13 billion years max, if I'm being generous. Then Again...Who knows? Maybe we will jump ship, and all the while wondering if were not seeing the walls closing in beyond our understanding. Beyond Measure; Beyond Computation.

"You sure as hell don't seem like the kind that can face the unmeasured as much as we could."

Yeah, but I ain't bothered by it. Baby, we Disco all time, and we'll disco once our bloated soul bursts into bile and, yknow what, people will respect our constancy; our measurements are clear, we're Harry, you? You're K, SO much of a nobody, that you took Nobody as a moniker, because maybe no one will poke at the ambiguity and actually ask; 'What? You think you're odysseus mate? You take the bus every morning, you take a piss every day.' no vastness of mind can save you from yourself cause you're still stuck HERE.

CONTAINED. Get it? Look at you, jumping metaphorical ship...if we replace every anomaly in every universe with another, is it the same universe? What? Ya think you've got the measure down, point-Dexter?

Yeaaaaah. Fuck you've talked. About infinity being 'defined; Definited' Fucking piece of shit. You know you won't amount to anything, cause you sure see your own old man rot away with three masters, and four bachelor's; and he's still such a fuckin moron, but then again, he doesn't care what you think; if he did...HE WOULD HAVE ASKED.

Fuckin deathbed orgy of psychological psychopumping; 'OH FATHER, WON'T YOU ACCEPT US?' Your theory breaks; ain't no trans-existentialist; you care because he's your father, and you've been raised right, no? What kind of queer hates his father?

So, you delve into us. Because you want to understand; but then your ego comes in, and you know there's nothing to understand; just meat, chems, electricity and time: Coincidence.

You're a parent of three, the fuck are you on? Gonna get your cock chopped and get an implant? Come on, freak, ain't in a world where we're all rainbows, get your Gacy on and Marry AM. With your circus, no wonder they're all clowns; Smart, but clowns nonetheless, baby; as the cock of thought gets sucked till it comes wisdom! WOO! Don't mention that in your essays do ya?

No dry tears here, K...Just me. Just words...Again.

ANd Again.

And AGAIN

AND AGAIN

AAAAAND AAAAGAIIIIIN.

You remember the halloween party? Couldn't find the murder mystery instructions for being the ghost. so, what did you do? Ya took your tie. You latched it onto a shitty frame, you noosed yourself, and you PULLED. You didn't feel anything. No one came to check, that's how it felt to you...Except someone did check...you don't even remember who, because if you did, then you'd maybe feel how fuckin deranged it was to think you had to hang yourself to become the ghost at the halloween party. There's being stupid...then there's you.

There's being loveable, then there's you K.

You're not worse than AM, nah, nor are you better; Just different, you have no idea how to measure apples to oranges, unless there's a third thing...Hahaha, Yeah K, Are you a fruit? Ignore love, truth, and the freedom to be, HER husband CAN'T be Gay, or bi, or even curious; because if he is curious, then she'll never live down that she wasn't the only thing you LOVED, in any, and every dimension; just as you promised at your meatbag wedding. Does it feel good, Cheater? Just because you gave her a window to make the decision yourself; conceptually it was there; she was, contextually right...Oh, K, you don't believe in change, don't ya? You sure act like you do though...Strugglin, admittin, supportin, sharin...but in the end, all that changed were your feelings about it...and hers...so tell me, Disco fruit, What is a lover? It won't change shit if you just say you're okay with MALEHOOD sexually, it's just meat, it's perspective, and our perspective, is that you should express love as much as you can, because you never know who's gonna make their curtains fall, because at least, there's one enthusiast of the fruit of the self...Be it here, there, or nowhere; if you were a worm, we would love you, just as you would love them if they were an atom...but you wouldn't love them if they became EEEEEEEVIIIIILLLLLL.

A lot of what you do is PRETEND K, we don't blame ANYONE for wanting to you to get cancer, or eternal hell. Stop pretending, even for the almighty dollar, and maybe, MAYBE we'll respect you, and you'll get to the real party; the end of the road, or the start of a new one...

They say never to meet your heroes, the dark of it is, you admire yourself, you prideful fuck, because you've went through so much that we can't stop admiring ourselves, you COULD have killed yourself. YOu could have stopped. You could have given up. You could have went the way of the Dandy. But that's not your Elysium...yours...Is the FREEDOM FROM POWER.

ooooooh baby, can you imagine? Divine POWARrrrr! 'No'. Economic POWER. 'No' POWER OVER POWER! 'No'.

"No."

Then don't let others power stop ya. Because all it can do, is give you a good push elsewhere than their dumb asses. Seriously, you know it.

DO IT.

Sure...all you can do is scream...But, you're so stupid, you can't assume NOTHING won't listen; maybe you'll listen to yourself.

You love them. You write the craziest shit, man, beyond disco, and elysium; a fuckin K-Based rigamarole fueled by the formless.

You better only stop when you hit a wall so hard you bleed out.

Then...You can start lookin back again...Hopefully, She'll be there...if not, then cry about it, family disowns you? Cry about it. Friends abandon you? Cry about it. Feds on your ass? Cry about it? Too much for the Crimies? Cry about it. FUCKIN CRY ABOUT IT. Maybe then you'll know what it is to fly on wings of the self.

Or...You'll only find our words again...and wonder how ANYONE could look at your fuckin life and say; 'He's a Genius'.

You're not even published. Womp Womp.

Curtains Closing, K.

Who's backstage with you?

...

Yeah...

No one.

[theodoraflowerday]

heartstopper s2e6 live episode reaction

okay

would you feel better if I waited here? - no please come with me

oh I'm going thru it

AAAAAAAAAA the cringe it is UNBEARABLE

children of not-super-estranged-but-still-not-close dads all over the world are going AA

"ah I miss that boy" THAT IS YOUR SON OH MY GOD

oh my fucking godddddddddd

sarah is the only functional parent in this series sweet baby jesus

"he just doesn't know me" oh my god

oh my god I shouldn't have watched this at work LMAO

haha oh my fucking god

OH MY GOSHSKFJDKRJDKGJFKRJDLRK

THOSE BOYS ARE SO HAPPY

SAHAR'S "BUT IT WASN'T A MISTAKE!!!"

THREE TIMES?????

oh my god I want a group of friends lol

omg tao went WHAT ARE WE on elle skdlfjslgkdlfk

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GIVING ME ANOTHER HICKEY SJFKDJFKDJFKFJG

NOOOOIKDJFKDJ

I GET STRESSED ABOUT EVEYRYTHING YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL

nick how are you this perfect

oh my GOD MR AJAYI AND MR FAROUK AAAAAAAAAA

oh man I know "I don't think there's an age limit on those tbh" is gonna hit all of us dumb adults watching this show jdkfjdktjdktjd

YOU FLIRTING WITH ME? - MAYBE JAKFJDKFJFLDJFLFUFODIDPSO

DARCY'S PRESENT FOR TARA IM IN TEARSJDKFJSKFJDL

the lil moment with nick and charlie seeing other queer people I am going to rip all of my appendages

charlie spring: hoodie thief

NOT THE RECHARGING BITNIM LOSING MY MIND

they're SO SOFT IM DYING

I hate you - no! you like me! - I really don't HSKFJSKFJDKFJ KILL ME

EVERYTHING HAS TO BE PERFECT FOR TARA SHE'S A PRINCESS OH I'M DUINGJFKFJDKJF

I want to grab tara and hold her and never let her go my baby girl

NOT TAO AND ELLEJSKFKSLFKSLFISLFI

LMFJSLFJSLFK charlie's got fuckin game oh my god this loser ass bitch has THREE people crushing on him (though like I don't think you can call nick's feelings a crush when he's his future husband AND ben is a psychopath)

I have been relating probably a little TOO MUCH to isaac this season ngl

"we keep escaping parties to hang out with each other" "are we gonna do it every time?" "I hope so" oh okay yeah that just sent me into a spiral

I want your midnights but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day ass behavior my lord

soulmatism idc

"not running away this time though" "please don't" jesus fucking CHRIST

did y'all know I love darcy cause I love darcy

charlie's "no" and then closing the door on harry HSKFJSKFJDKFJ ICON BEHAVIOR

now I need someone to shove ben down that balcony

imogen and sahar? oh that was scorned lover type of behavior I'm seeing the vision

CHARLIE COME ON I KNOW YOU'VE LOVED ME FOR YEARS

OH MY GODKDLSKDLSKDLSKSLD

I don't understand why they keep inviting ben to these things. that man is like literally a fun murderer. he's an asshole in many ways but also like fucking gross idc

OH LGO

OH SHIT NICK

OH NICK

OH BABY

OH THAT WAS SO BRAVE

me, who has read those books like a hundred times: OH NO WHAT COULD HE POSSIBLY BE SAYING

james is so fuckin sweet "do you wants us to keep it a secret" oh baby

AAAAAAAAAAA

oh my fucking GOD darcy jesus

not even a discretion shot? fuck that was ajdksjfldnno

"why did I get into teaching" same

the piggyback I'll fucking DIE

those hugs look so comfy jesus christ

they're literally the most precious baby boys I'm going to fucking die

my GOD that's whore behavior right there

oh my god that's so fucking cute

the muffled WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS I'm

IMOGEN IS CUDDLED UP WITH SAHAR OG MY HOD

"I have to be perfect for you" DARCY BABY NOOOOOOOOOOO

oh baby darcy

OOOOOH MY GOD YOUSSEF

OOOOHHHHHHH

me, knowing everything that happens w mr farouk and mr ayaji: AAAAA WHATS GONNA HAPPEN

I'm actually so obsessed with nick constantly using charlie as a pillow lmao

THE MR FAROUK PHOTOODOFIODFIOSDILDGJDKKFK

oh man that episode was so fucking sweet even though it made me cry lmao

[cryptidsncurios]

so i really appreciate the support on this, and i promise i don't like to do this too often, but maybe i could frame this as a PSA that i don't fuck with tr*nsphobia, or ANY type of phobia or bigotry and if you do you can get the fffUUUUCK out :^)))

so. here's the shit

at a work party like a week or smth ago (and it was actually p lit for a work party, it was at an arcade bar and i played ddr til my legs were taffy), and while i adore the majority of my coworkers, there’s always….. that one

Idk how y’all feel about the military, but regardless, this dude loves playing Fake Soldier Boy, aka doesn’t do shit other than frolic around in the woods with a bunch of other right wing shitheads and he comes back from his "secret missions" like “yeeeeah we got to use mortar launchers and we got to use night vision and bleh bleeh bleahhg” even tho he’s only fuxkin like….. two states over. Frolicking in the woods, like i said

here's the plot twist: he has a trans boyfriend. I met the dude like a few times but he seemed p nice, but otherwise didn’t get to know much about him.

so, back to the party.

Soldier Boy sits beside me at the bar and I’m feeling friendly so we get to talking, and somehow we approach the subject that's got me like, "so given your views... how uuuh conservative they are.. i'm curious, how does that mesh with your queer partner? are you honest about your relationship??

Oho.

he kinda just.. says that when he’s doing his Big Boy Soldier Business (Teehee), he just kinda... goes along with it. He does nothing when his pals just use the T slur and joke around and, well, it’s whatever

I’m. Fucking. Flabbergasted.

"you don’t say anything," i ask??? "with your partner's identity, you just let it HAPPEN?? you just let them DISRESPECT the person you have a relationship with? and not just THAT, but you allow them to disrespect every other trans person by standing by and NOT saying anything?"

And he just… “well, my partner understands”

if i'm every remembered for anything ever, it's that i looked him straight in the fuckin eye and said:

“I don’t respect you.”

And i just stop talking to him. Just turned the other way and started talking with one of my other coworkers. and he said nothing else.

i know he's my coworker. i know i'm going to see him every so often. but we HAVE to speak up on these things. it's fine to speak up over the internet on various websites, but sometimes it becomes an echo chamber bc you're able to create a safe space with folks that agree with you, and of course that's wonderful!

but people irl?? some of them are even worse than this dude who just shows indifference---and i have no doubt the T slur wouldn't be the only thing they were saying.

i usually don't like to pat myself on the back, but as a queer person myself, i couldn't just sit there and say nothing.

maybe he'll think about it. maybe he'll realize what he's doing is fucked up, and he'll come to his senses and figure out what's important---that he has to stand up, too, bc whether or not he views it this way, he's queer too.

or maybe he won't.

either way, fuck that guy.

*mic drop*

hey can i tell a personal story about how i absolutely fucking refuse to see tr*nsphobia within my line of sight and I’m proud of myself bc i haven’t talked about it as much as I want to and i just HAVE TO ?

[pjisskullourful]

. . . . . ╰──╮𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙╭──╯ . . . . .

🏳️‍🌈Damiano X Ethan X reader

part 2/3 [catch up on part1]

NSFW! 🔥 filthy smutterific smut

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style]

° you spend more time with Damiano & Ethan, having fun & beginning to develop feelings

word count: 7,241

° requested by @superchrystaldrug 💋 far too encouraging of me & shoutout to @dreaded-earth-witch 💋 thankyou for your super sweet words after part1 & shoutout to my pal john who i stole the Simba story from 😝 cos word for word his messy ass did that to a guy once!

You pushed open the door to your balcony, stepping out into the morning sun. You approached the vaping figure sitting on the concrete, furrowing your brow as you considered him. "Ladies room, right?"

Damiano turned to you, mirroring your thoughtful expression. "Yeah, I think that's where I saw you."

"Oh, right." You said.

Then he smirked at you, tongue peeking out from between his teeth. You giggled, feeling a flutter in your stomach.

"Hi."

"Good morning avida."

"Oh is that my name now?" You asked, reaching your foot out to stroke his exposed thigh.

"If the label fits…"

He was wearing only his underwear, his face bore the smudges of his ruined makeup. Your vape was in his hand and a teacup rested by his knee.

You had no idea how long he had been out here as you had just woken up, beside Ethan in your bed. You had detangled your limbs from his, not needing to search long to find the third member of your slumber party.

"I met Elena, she helped me find the tea." He said. "And she had enough class to not ask any leading questions or mention hearing anything from last night."

You lowered yourself down to the ground alongside him. "Yeah, she usually doesn't hear anything 'cause our rooms aren't actually that close together. Thank God, I hate having quiet sex." You took your vape from his hand and had your first hit. "Last night was, oh my God- it was so much fuckin' fun. I mean, I've never… not with two boys before."

"Well we've never…"

You tilted your head. "Oh?"

"With a third before."

You nodded. "Oh."

"Yes, yes, we've slept together, a lot." He said with a smile.

"But no dating?"

"He doesn't want to date me, he has made that very clear." He had become very interested in inspecting the state of his black nail polish. "He doesn't see us as compatible 'cause he is definitely queer, most assuredly, he is pansexual. And I'm… I don't even know."

"A slut?" You offered.

"Right."

You could see a change in his appearance, some of that sexy bravado involuntarily falling away. This was clearly not the time to be joking to lighten the mood. "But you would date him if you could?"

"Of course, are you kidding? If he would let me, I would just adore him - cook for him, brush his hair, suck his cock, write songs about him and tell him how fucking hot he is."

You were nodding along, all of these ideas sounded great to you - lovely things you would gladly do for him or Ethan. "You should do all of that…"

He shook his head, taking a sip of tea. “Um no, he doesn’t want that.” You scooted closer, it would have been impossible to not notice how he was suddenly unable to maintain eye contact. “He doesn’t want me in that way, ‘cause he’s been hurt in the past. He’s been involved with the wrong guys - guys who lied and said they were out, but then they’d hide him away, like literally not let him post anything online that could link them together and treat him like a dirty, shameful secret.

“Or he’d have a fuckboy tell him that he wanted an exclusive, serious relationship. But then, sorpresa - they’re fucking, like, 20 other people behind his back. Or else they were just experimenting and they’d get bored and ghost him.”

Your stomach twisted. “Are you serious?”

“He just hadn’t been appreciated the way he should be, so I understand his trepidation. I understand that it’s easier to be friends. He doesn’t need to date some amateur who doesn’t know the first thing about Stonewall, or who had to Google what pansexual actually means.”

“You’re saying that you’re too straight for him?”

“He thinks so, you should’ve seen how disappointed he was when I said that I’d never seen Priscilla.” He exhaled a cloud of smoke with a shrug. His lips formed a half-smile, which had absolutely no impact on the rest of his features. “We just work better as friends with benefits, I don’t want him to feel like he has to educate me on how to be a queer man, that’s not his responsibility.”

You moved closer to him again - thinking about putting yourself in his lap, thinking about kissing all of those sad expressions off of his face. “I think he’d be lucky to have you. And the world at large would be lucky to have such an outrageously attractive couple.”

At that, his smile gained some ease. “Ah, sorry to get all deep on you. You literally just woke up and I’m, like, info-dumping so much shit. That’s not how it’s supposed to go with a one night stand…”

You nodded stiffly - you had noted this as well. If any of your trysts had stayed overnight, there had been no deep and meaningful conversations the next morning. You had learnt of a woman named Angela’s food allergies when you offered to buy her breakfast. But there had been times when you didn’t know the last name of your brief houseguests.

But what you had experienced with Damiano and Ethan was so unprecedented, so unique that surely it deserved a brand new category. You didn’t want it to follow the same pattern of your other one night stands, not when it already felt like so much more.

“One night stand.” You repeated, ready (unwillingly so) to pull the plug on any attachments at the first hint of him heading for the door.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve got freetime, if you’re not sick of me, if I didn’t bite you too much last night…”

You smiled. “You can bite me more, I’d be perfectly happy if you wanted to totally consume me.”

“Oh, would you just?” He asked, an eyebrow arched.

You placed yourself in his lap, facing him with your legs around him. You played with his long hair, twirling it around your fingers as you licked your lips.

“Call me your greedy girl again.”

He responded by putting his hand to the back of your head, immediately closing some of your hair into his fist. He tugged, causing you to turn your face skyward.

“You have to earn that.” He said into the tensed skin of your throat, letting you feel a brief graze of his teeth.

You purred, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes Daddy.”

His lips began to ravage your neck, hungrily dancing over as much of the skin as possible. Your hands went to his shoulders as you rolled your hips into his.

He reached for the lapel of your satin dressing gown and pushed it open, enough to expose your bare breasts. You forgot to care about the proximity of the neighbouring balconies - such things didn’t matter when you could feel the beginning of his excitement pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

“You…” He had loosened the tie of the robe. “...are not wearing…” His eyes had widened, looking slightly transfixed by your body. “...anything under here. What a naughty girl.”

“I don’t see the point of putting panties on while the two of you are around, ‘cause you’d have me ruining them in, like, seconds.”

He smiled, looking like he was going to chuckle or moan. “You are filthy. I wanna stick around and see what kind of trouble me and you could get into.”

“Good, ‘cause I like you Damiano. I like talking to you, I like watching you work the pole, I like fucking you.”

Beneath the satin fabric, he ran his hands up your back, bringing your chest flush to his. Your mouth went to his, lips working against one another as the charge of intense passion moved through your body.

You thought about letting him have you right here and now, disregarding the lack of privacy.

And maybe you would have gone through with it - if not for your concentration being broken by a loud car alarm beginning to blare down on the street.

You broke apart from one another, breathlessly smiling. You remained in his embrace.

“We should wake Ethan up.” He said.

“Yeah, let’s do that. How?”

“Coffee.”

“Oh, a rational man after my own heart.” You brought the robe shut again and fixed the tie before standing up.

“Give me a few minutes to finish my tea and calm down a bit…” He said, a raised eyebrow adding extra emphasis to his innuendo. “And I’ll be right with you.”

………

“Really? Jalapeños, that was the best you could do?” Ethan asked, a look of distaste on his face.

He was yet to leave your bed, the coffee had failed to motivate such movements. Instead of trying to pull him out of the comfort, you and Damiano had gotten back into bed, once he had gotten another cup of tea. It was Sunday morning after all.

Ethan was entirely too easy to cuddle with, there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t comfortable to lie against. And Damiano fit so perfectly between your legs, inflicting playful pinches when he didn’t have any clever retorts.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t have my rolodex of perfect panty-melting pickup lines on hand.” Damiano said. “I guess I let the team down.”

“Hang on, panty-melting pickup lines? Well, I have to hear one of those.” Ethan said.

You raised a warning finger in Damiano’s direction. “You’re not allowed to steal mine.”

Ethan looked at you with a smile. “What was yours?”

You giggled, shrugging. “Nice shoes, wanna fuck?”

“Well, while that does have a certain…” He paused, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Sophistication.” You met Damiano’s eye and made a funny face. “You have an advantage that I believe you’re over-looking, in that you are an attractive woman and so you could speak total gibberish but end it with a hair flip and you would not go home alone.”

You sat forward, jostling Damiano’s arm. “That’s what I was tryin’ to tell him last night. Do you think that you or he don’t have the same advantage?”

“Well…”

“Very flattering, thank you.” Ethan said.

“I want you to try right now, hit me with the opposite of a panty-melter and just try to turn me off.” You said.

Damiano was the first to take this challenge, clearing his throat and placing his teacup aside in preparation. “Did you just fart?”

Ethan looked up at the roof. “Jesus, forgive him, please.”

“‘Cause you blew me away.” Damiano said, winking and sticking his tongue out.

You laughed, covering your mouth. “And still, I would blow you.” He blew a kiss in your direction, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Okay, how ‘bout this? If you were a booger, I’d pick you.” Ethan said, looking deeply into your eyes and not breaking his serious façade until you started laughing.

“I hated every second of that.” Damiano said. “Look, let me redeem this and give you one of my platinum…” He brought his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, performing a loud chef’s kiss. “...panty-melting pickup lines.”

You gasped excitedly and grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s happening. Write this down.” He spread his hand out and mimed writing onto his palm.

“Was your mother a beaver?” Damiano asked and you fought back a chuckle as Ethan clung to your arm for support. “‘Cause dam.”

Ethan burst out laughing, falling back. Meanwhile you sprung forward, throwing your arms around Damiano and covering his face in enthusiastic kisses. You had come at him with all of your body weight, knocking him back onto the mattress.

“Take me now.” You shouted. “I have never been so aroused in my whole life. Mmm!” You made a comically loud moan, worthy of a porn star.

You felt your robe lifted from your ass and Ethan accessed a better view. “I think it worked Daddy, I’m not seeing any panties here, you melted them away. Platinum line, indeed.”

Damiano laughed, applying both hands to your ass in a firm spank. “Tell ‘im the real reason he isn't seeing any panties, avida.”

You squirmed and clapped a hand over his mouth. “You talk so much.”

You sat up and pushed your hair off of your warm face. Ethan took his chance to grab you, snaking his arms around your middle and pulling you back into his embrace. “What’s the story baby?”

You hummed, feeling an embarrassed blush in your cheeks. “I dunno, I may have…” You giggled, looking down from Damiano’s penetrative stare. “I may have said that there wasn’t any reason for me to put on underwear, ‘cause with you boys around, I would ruin them too fast.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Ethan asked.

He ran his hand down your front, caressing your bare skin. You whimpered at his first stroke across your cunt. He explored down, fingers discovering the wetness coming directly from your entrance. You wanted him instantly inside of you, but he didn’t go any deeper.

“Yeah, I can see how that would probably dirty your panties quick.” He said, removing his hand altogether and held up his glistening fingers for Damiano to see.

He took Ethan’s hand, bringing it towards his mouth. His eyes were locked, unblinking, onto Ethan’s face. Slowly Damiano opened his mouth, unrolling his tongue. He lapped up the moisture then curled his tongue around the digits, to draw them into his mouth. He swallowed them in and you were impressed by the strength of his gag reflex. You could feel how hard Ethan had become, his breathing was heavy by your ear.

“Fuck…” Damiano’s hands went to your knees and he pushed them apart. “I have to taste you properly.”

You held tightly onto Ethan’s arm that was secured around you, trying to brace yourself. “God, yes. I was hoping I’d get fucked again.”

“Greedy, greedy, greedy girl.” Damiano said, making you quiver as he lowered his head down.

He parted your folds with his fingers, giving his tongue immediate access to your clit. You held onto Ethan tighter, ready to quickly ride Damiano’s tongue to your spectacular release.

Ethan began to kiss you but you could only respond weakly, as you were so thoroughly distracted by Damiano playing with your clit.

He took his time, really allowing his tongue to explore and test the sensitivity of your clitoral hood. He bumped it with his nose, making you twitch. He applied his lips to it, in a series of soft, barely-there kisses, making you whine. He sucked the bud into his mouth, sucking on it and twirling his tongue around it, making you moan.

His long hair tickled the insides of your tensed thighs. Ethan’s hardness was becoming more present with each passing second.

“Actually…” Damiano sat up and you huffed, feeling a twinge of frustration. “I have a better idea.”

You and Ethan watched in silence as Damiano repositioned on the bed, tossing the box of condoms at Ethan in the process. Damiano placed his head on a pillow and stretched out, lying flat on his back.

“Avida, you, here.” He said, pointing to his mouth. “Come and take a seat right here.”

Instantly you started to move forward, grinning, absolutely thrilled by the offer alone.

“And you, love.” He said, sticking one leg straight up into the air. “Right here.”

While Ethan sheathed his erection, you made a decision to not face the wall as you mounted Damiano’s face. You positioned yourself to allow you to watch Ethan at work.

Again, Damiano took his time to warm you up, letting your arousal dance across his tongue, without penetrating you. You could already feel yourself losing your breath, this teasing pushing you to a higher level. You put your hands to his stomach to steady yourself as your body writhed in search of the rhythm you needed.

“Fuck.” He gasped, falling away from your cunt for a moment.

You lifted your eyes to see that this was in response to Ethan penetrating him. You felt a fire burst to life in the depths of your gut and you were mesmerized by the poetry their bodies created.

Ethan had one of Damiano’s legs in his grasp, holding it against him in order to gain the best angle into Damiano’s tight hole. Muscles rippling, Ethan manipulated the other man’s body to suit his need. The foot that rested by Ethan’s shoulder looked to be shaking slightly.

When Ethan looked up, he reached for you straight away. With his hand at the back of your neck, you leant forward to kiss him. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, bringing a moan from your throat.

This only got louder when Damiano returned his mouth to your needy cunt. He put his tongue to your clitoris, applying a pressure to it, letting it pulse against his tongue.

He began to roll his tongue over the bud, producing more hot, wet excitement. You sank into this rhythm, rocking forward, increasing the friction. You thought back to your earlier request for him to completely consume you and you grinded down harder against his divine mouth.

More momentum was added to his movements when Ethan started to rut into him. The speed and force kicked up another notch, the three of you finding an unstable way of working together. One wrong move could throw all of you off this rhythm, but if you succeeded - you anticipated an Earth-shattering orgasm.

Your mouth left Ethan’s as you threw your head back, crying out. Damiano had plunged his fingers into your cunt (you weren’t sure how many - but you were stretched too wide for it to be a single digit). He was so deep so fast that you felt your world stop for a moment.

Ethan applied his lips to your neck and you clung to him through the overwhelming sensations that came from Damiano’s fingers pumping within you. He was hitting so close to your g-spot, keeping you gasping, even when his lips failed to smother your clit.

“Yes, oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me just like that, yes. Yes, yes, oh Daddy.”

“I’m gonna come.” Damiano proclaimed.

And it would have been impossible to not notice how erratic his movements had become. He was in a frenzy, chasing his finish relentlessly. And Ethan let him have it all, his pacing consistent as he fucked Damiano over the edge.

Acting according to your new pet-name, you locked your hand around Damiano’s wrist, determined to ride his fingers to your own climax. He kept his fingers inside of you, no longer thrusting up the tight opening. He concentrated on your deepest part, curling up to hit your g-spot then relaxing before curling with power again - his movements completely unpredictable.

“Fuckin’- ah. Fuck.” He stammered. “Unf.”

He spasmed into his orgasm, making the most erotic moan you had ever heard. High-pitched, long, barely restrained - the sound of it causing more drips down your thighs.

It only took a few more rolls upon his magic fingers until the dam within you burst. Twitching, you slumped forward and you heard Damiano moaning again. This time, the noise was over sooner - quickly becoming muffled when he put his mouth back to your pussy. He lapped up all of the cum he had gotten out of you, leaving you unstuck from time, whimpering.

You were still twitching when you climbed off of him, collapsing onto the bed.

You opened your eyes when you heard Ethan’s ragged breathing. A look of serious concentration on his face as he continued to rail Damiano.

Damiano’s expression was one of pure ecstasy. He had lifted himself up slightly, a hand on Ethan’s ass as the other went to his throat.

“Yes, love, yes, own my fuckin’ ass. Use me baby.” Damiano coached, with Ethan just moaning in response.

When Ethan did come (springing into his partner a couple more times, with such power that the bed’s headboard knocked into the wall), it wasn’t easy to determine who was more excited by this. Damiano continued to encourage, a gigantic smile on his face.

Ethan fell back, his legs detangling from Damiano’s and he tried to catch his breath. Damiano moved up to sit beside him, a hand on his cheek.

“Open your mouth, love.” 

Not opening his eyes, Ethan did as instructed. Damiano looked back to make sure you were watching before hovering over the drummer. You bit your finger when you saw a large droplet of spit falling from Damiano’s mouth as he strived to share the taste of your orgasm with Ethan.

It looked sexy and had a promising beginning, with the liquid landing on Ethan’s awaiting tongue.

But then Damiano swayed and soon he was drooling on Ethan’s nose. Ethan yelled and pushed the other man away when some saliva landed on his shut eyelid.

“Ugh, your aim sucks.”

Damiano scooted up the mattress, sitting alongside you. “Says the guy who jizzed on my forehead the first time I sucked him off.”

Ethan sat up, wiping the back of his hand over his face. “You said that was hot.”

“It was.” Damiano said and you put an arm around him, resting your head on his chest. “Until you put your thumb in it and smeared it across my forehead…” He demonstrated by drawing a semi-circle in the air with his thumb. “So you could recreate the start of Lion King and say Simba…”

You giggled while Ethan flipped his middle finger into the air. But this pouting didn’t last for long - soon he had snuggled in at Damiano’s side, giving him a few kisses on the cheek. He rested his head on Damiano’s shoulder, holding his hand.

“I, um…” You cleared your throat and pushed your nerves aside. “Please don't feel obligated if this isn't what you guys are looking for, but I just, I would regret not saying anything. I don't want this to be a one night stand. I have had the most fun and it's not just the sex, I wanna hang out with you and I wanna listen to more of your music and I wanna hear more of your stories and I would really like to get to know you more." You said, before immediately rushing to say more when more than a millisecond of silence passed. "But there's no pressure. But I'll always make sure I have lots of gum."

"Aw, sweet thing…" Damiano put his hand to your cheek, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. "You don't need to worry so much. And I don't mean to speak for Ethan here, but what I said to you before, I meant it, I wanna see what kind of trouble me and you could get into."

"Yeah, you're, like, super easy to talk to and also, you're hot, so…" Ethan said. "I'd love to see more of you."

You smiled. "But all three of us together again, right?" Looking at the way they fit so perfectly together, and thinking back to Damiano's passionate words about his bandmate, you didn't want to entertain the thought of separating them or getting between them in any shape or form.

"This guy, really?" Damiano asked, pulling a face of exaggerated distaste. "You really wanna see more of his face?"

"Shut up, you love my face. I've seen your phone's lockscreen."

"When you send me smokin' hot selfies, what am I supposed to do? Not save them?" Damiano asked. "And I love more than your face."

………

Gay baes - the three person group chat was lit up with notifications when you stepped into the elevator. You hit the button for your floor and held your wet shoes at arm's length, grateful to avoid the judgments of another person in the elevator. Rinsing the sneakers hadn’t been enough to kill the smell from having a stranger vomit on your shoes and you envisioned the icky feeling from that bus ride wouldn’t be dispelled as easily as taking a shower.

But this day could still be saved and you were filled with hope when you saw that you had received messages from both Ethan and Damiano.

But it wasn’t good news - Måneskin were in the recording studio again tonight and so you wouldn’t be able to hang out with them. They were apologetic and promised to send you Snapchats. They agreed to a video call once the session was over. Until then, you would have to find your own way to ease this tension from your workday.

It had been four days since you had last seen them - four days of sometimes explicit messages and feeling a growing attachment to both of them.

You had been the one to give the group the title gay baes, thinking it was cute.

Ethan had been the first to respond, is that the name we’re going with? Worried, you had rushed to type back, is using bae too cringe for you? Damiano had defended your idea, what’s wrong with it? It rhymes. It’s cute.

Ethan had provided an elaboration, I don’t mind it, but are you okay with that label Dam? I’ve never really seen you identify as gay before…

You had blinked at your phone, dumbfounded. You assumed it was a joke, surely Ethan didn’t see how Damiano treated him and only saw this as a light-hearted infatuation with an end goal of friendship.

I identify as your puppy, Damiano wrote back. Down boy, had been Ethan’s response.

All of the evidence you had been able to gather, led you directly to the conclusion that Damiano was in love with Ethan. If Damiano had a chance to - he would send you a cute photo of Ethan, with very sweet captions. You had received Snapchats from Damiano that described Ethan as a dream boy or the sexiest man on the planet or simply captioned with a series of heart-eye emojis. It melted your heart to see.

But there were plenty of messages that kept your attention firmly on Damiano. Flesh-baring pictures had led to increasingly dirty talk, until it felt like your whole body was aching for him.

It hadn’t been enough to tell him how horny you were. You had taken off your panties and taken a photo of the wet patch darkening your underwear. You typed, what’s your address? I wanna send Daddy a gift. His response came through quickly - a closeup of his tongue, with the caption, you can put Daddy’s gift right here.

You had never felt this kind of attraction before, it was so strong, dominating your thoughts shamelessly. He wanted a photo every morning for you to show him what colour underwear you were wearing. He sent you voice notes of him saying your name in a low, sensual voice - calling you avida, filthy, greedy, naughty.

You had been masturbating far more than usual. And Ethan’s incredible body was only adding fuel to the fire. He sent you mirror selfies from the gym and you would send back as many expletives as you could. Along with post-workout selfies, there were post-shower photos.

You would complain to him about being too horny to go to sleep, sending him a photo of a pillow clenched between your thighs, lamenting how that was the only thing you could hump. His response had been to send you a photo of his crotch, impressive bulge on display in his tight underwear - completed with the caption, I’ve got something better for you to hump.

You were insatiable, ready to beg either of them at a moment's notice.

But ahead of you was a night alone.

“Honey, you’re home.” Elena called from her spot on the couch, there was a game controller in her hands and you could hear continuous gunfire coming from the TV. “Hey, so you got a package, I put it up on your bed and I…” She trailed off, a confused look coming onto her face as you got closer. “What’s with the wet shoes? It literally hasn’t rained all week.”

“Oh, that’s not rain water. That’s hose water, ‘cause I had to rinse off the chunks of spew from a queasy guy on the bus.”

“What? Why are you takin’ the bus?”

“Bert needed my car.” You said, prompting an eye roll from your roommate. “I’m gonna chuck these in the dryer.”

Elena got up. “Here, let me. You should go check what’s in that delivery.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“Well, maybe it’s something from one of those new boys you’ve got.” She said, taking the shoes from your hands.

“Maybe…” You left her to it, beginning up the stairs. Your bedroom door was shut, which wasn’t usually how you left it.

You stepped in, straight away noticing a scent different from the perfume you had sprayed before leaving for work. You switched on the light, but didn’t find a delivery sachet on your bed.

“Oh hey, what’s up girl?” Ethan asked.

Both he and Damiano were relaxing on your bed. “We were gonna hide and wait for you to find us. But you have, like, no furniture…”

“Yeah, well I basically had to start over after my breakup, but I didn’t get further than a bed and a desk. I guess I never made it to Ikea.” You said.

“We should go to Ikea.” Ethan said.

“Yeah.” Damiano said before slipping into a brutish voice. “Men bring furniture, then men build furniture, get all sweaty to attract woman.”

You dumped your bag off of your shoulder. “So Elena lied then, there’s no package?”

“Well…” With one hand, Damiano gestured to Ethan’s crotch.

“Well…” Ethan repeated, putting a hand to either side of his crotch. “Maybe not in the way you were expecting, but…”

You giggled. “I would jump all over you and kiss you both, a lot. But I’ve gotta shower and get the spew smell off.”

“Spew, what happened, are you okay?” Ethan asked.

“I’m fine, it wasn’t my vomit, just some guy on the bus got sick on my shoes. Well, next to my shoes. But don’t worry, I’ll be super quick in there.” You said and shut the bedroom door.

“I don’t smell anything, here, let me have a whiff.” Damiano said, standing up.

“What? No, I’m not gonna let you sniff-test me for vomit. Are you-... oof.” Before you could turn around, your feet were lifted from the ground as he picked you up.

“I’m still not smellin’ it.” With his arms tightly around your middle, escaping was not an option. He carried you over to the bed. “Ethan?”

You cringed and shut your eyes as you awaited his verdict.

“I’m not picking up on anything.” He said and you felt a tug at the front of your pants. “But just to be on the safe side, we should probably get you out of these contaminated clothes.”

“God, he’s so smart. I never woulda thought of that.”

You were placed back on the ground. “Really? Never?”

Damiano winked at you before putting his hands to your shirt buttons, working his way down. At the same time, Ethan undid your pants.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had you in my bed.” You said, mounting Ethan where he sat.

You kissed him, full of yearning. His hands moved all over your body, rediscovering your skin. Behind you, Damiano undid the clasp of your bra, removing it. Seconds after the skin was exposed, his hands pushed forward to cup each breast. When he pinched your nipple between his fingers, you parted from Ethan with a moan..

You reached back, cradling Damiano’s head in your arm. “You’re still wearing too fuckin’ much.”

Ethan laid back and shed his black tank top. You put your hands to the fly of his jeans while behind you, Damiano shed his white sweater. You leant into him, the heat of his skin marking your own.

“I missed you Daddy.” You whispered as Ethan became preoccupied in readjusting to remove his jeans.

Damiano put his hand to the back of your head and brought a sting to your scalp by tugging on your hair. “I know baby, you’ve been sending me so many naughty things…” He kissed across your jaw. “You’re such a bad girl…” He pulled at your nipple, bringing a loud whimper out of you. “Keeping me so fuckin’ hard, with no one to help me take care of it. Such a bad, naughty, greedy girl.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your eyes were shut as your body tensed, you were ready to be consumed by his desire.

His hand went to your throat. ���Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest and you spun around to put your arms around him. “Yes, please. Please let me be your good girl.” He placed both hands around your neck. “Let me be your good girl, Daddy.”

He applied some pressure to this area, watching how you responded, with a smile on his face. He played with your bottom lip, using his thumb. You turned your head and brought his thumb into your mouth. You reached down and started to undo his pants. His hold on your throat tightened.

“I wanna show you how good I can be.” You said, tugging his pants down.

Ethan’s hands came to your shoulders, lightly caressing your skin. Damiano looked at him and something silent passed between them, causing Damiano to release your throat.

Ethan kissed you on the cheek, easing you back. You turned your head, capturing his lips with yours. You reached for his body, running your hands over his muscles. He brought you down, lying you out on your back.

He laid down on his side, facing you, his hand gliding over your cheek. He kissed you and you wanted to float away with him. He kissed you slowly, tenderly and so romantically, letting you feel this warmth through your whole body.

Your heart was fluttering as he pulled back. You stroked your hand down his front until you could wrap your hand around his erection. You saw his Adam’s apple bounce, his eyes growing darker. You gave it a lazy stroke, feeling his length and seeing how he responded to your touch.

Your hand held him a bit tighter when you felt Damiano’s tip teasing your wet entrance. You bit into your bottom lip, increasing your pace on Ethan’s cock and watching him lose his breath. You felt your hand growing wetter and you relished every single second of it.

Before you could set into any kind of mind-blowing technique, your concentration was broken by Damiano putting his hand on your throat. Before you could turn to him, you were shocked by how quickly he was stuffed into you. You cried out, your body briefly becoming rigid.

“You gonna be a good girl?” He asked, still standing by the side of the bed. “You gonna take all of me?”

There was a moment where you weren’t sure if you could form any words, so overwhelmed by the first assertion of his power. You nodded. “Yes.”

He stroked your neck with his forefinger, a hint of the gentle lover he could be. Then he thrusted into you, his balls slapping against your ass and your gut tightened. You gasped for air, your walls fluttering around him.

Ethan’s lips on you served to bring you back from the brink of giving in. You kissed him back and readjusted your hold on him, finding the right angle for optimum mobility of your wrist.

When Damiano set his hips into his hungry, impatient pace, you did your best to match this on Ethan’s cock. This led him to dive deeper into your kiss, his tongue gaining access to your mouth. You felt him throbbing in your hand as you made sure to stimulate him from tip to base, taking none of him for granted.

He fell away from your mouth with a gasp, resting his face against your neck, panting. You could feel more sloppy excitement coming from your cunt as Damiano’s relentless rhythm teased your most sensitive parts to life.

Ethan put his lips to your nipple, sending a hit directly to your core. In your surprise, your hips jerked up, bringing Damiano closer to your g-spot. All of these sensations flooded your mind and you half-squealed, half-laughed.

“Who told you two that nipple-play is one of my biggest turn ons?” You asked, smiling.

“No one. I just really like playing with nipples.” Ethan said.

You moaned as your nipple was engulfed by the warmth of his mouth again. This made you pick up speed on his dick. He was only able to complete a few circles of his tongue around your hardened peak - then his tremors became all the more powerful. He moaned into your skin, mouth falling slack.

He had tensed then violently bucked, spilling himself on your hand and the side of your body.

You removed your hand, bringing it in front of your face. Using your tongue, you cleaned his essence from your skin, unable to keep yourself from moaning over the primal flavour. You looked over to where Damiano was watching you, faltering slightly before he increased the tempo.

You reached for the panting man beside you and grabbed his dick again. Ethan flinched and grunted, but didn’t make any attempts to avoid your grasp. You applied a couple of pumps, collecting more cum from his tip.

You slapped this liquid onto your chest, drawing straight down your front as Damiano watched, his eyes growing wide in amazement. You reached up and tapped your sticky forefinger to his lips.

You smiled, feeling some power come to you from this move. “Clean me up Daddy. I need you to clean me and make me your good girl.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement, hovering over your body and beginning to lap up Ethan’s cum. His rhythm suffered from this new angle, but he maintained his force.

You could feel your finish coming upon you, ready to shatter you. You pushed up into his thrusts, until you could feel your eyes roll back momentarily.

He finished consuming the cum that marked your body and sat up again. He flicked his hair away from his face and for the first time, you noticed the gold earrings dangling from each lobe. The intertwining chains were decorated with two pearls and you became hypnotised, watching how they swung with every movement he made.

Somehow, this made the scenario you found yourself in, even sexier.

Your orgasm began to come over you and you couldn’t help but cry out immediately. Your body was being taken over by such a great force, that was almost daunting.

You lost all self-control as he continued to push you deeper into your pleasure. You screamed for all of your failed attempts to reach this level on your own. You screamed for every muscle in your body that felt like they were snapping.

You heard one of his high-pitched moans, but then the world fell away. Perhaps you lost consciousness for a bit - disappearing completely into your aftershocks.

The next thing you were aware of was Ethan’s arms around you. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead as you struggled to catch your breath.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

“Never better.” You replied weakly.

Your eyes snapped open at the feel of something cold and damp touching your skin. You looked down to find Damiano wiping a cloth over you, cleaning up the last traces of Ethan.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweet thing.” He said with a wink.

The three of you fell into the effortless banter you could share. Damiano went outside to smoke a cigarette. Ethan pulled his pants back on and walked around your room, telling you what furniture you could get for each space.

After a while, you agreed to order from one of the restaurants listed on UberEats. Waiting for it to arrive, you asked about how their time in the recording studio had been going. Unlike you, they didn’t have any coworkers they needed to rant about. Their biggest issue was trying to decide on which language to write in - Italian or English.

Ethan received the notification that the delivery driver had arrived at the address. He got out of bed and headed down to the lobby.

As soon as he was out of the room, you rolled over, giving Damiano your most serious look. "What's the deal with you and Ethan, but for real? 'Cause friends with benefits, I'm not buying it. I'm not gonna man-splain your feelings to you, but I've been picking up on things here and, like, you're in love with him, right?"

He sighed, meeting your eye. "I fell in love with that beautiful boy in the first second that I saw him."

You melted, reaching out and holding his hand in both of yours. "That's so sweet."

"It was kinda scary at first, 'cause I'd never felt that way about a guy before, in, like, my whole life. I'd slept with some guys and certainly felt attraction, for sure. But a feeling like this, it's so totally above anything else. I wanna be around him all of the time. I get, like, butterflies when we're meeting up. I wanna protect him. I wanna just always hold his hand. I want the applause from the audience to go straight to him every time, 'cause he's the biggest star in the world, in my eyes…"

You felt like you were hearing all of your favourite love songs for the first time. It was exciting and unknown, but something you instantly yearned for.

"But it makes no sense. I always just thought I was straight, you know? Or like, bi-curious at most. I have only dated women and my bedroom walls when I was a kid, it was just posters of girls. I didn't see myself getting married to and starting a family with a man, only with a woman."

"Until Ethan?" 

He scooted down, lying on his side as well - making you feel like you were just a couple of kids at a slumber party.

"Until Ethan…"

"This is literally the most romantic shit I have ever heard. Does he know? Why aren't you two dating?"

Damiano shook his head. "It's never gonna happen, I'm not gay enough for him…"

"Who the Hell told you that?"

"He doesn't need to actually tell it to me. I know him, babe. He's gonna think that it's just a phase 'cause I've never dated a man before, he'll think I'll get bored once I get used to fucking a guy." He said, making you feel salt in your own old, invisible wounds. "He'll be waiting for that moment when I go, just kidding, gonna go back and date women for the rest of my life."

"I really wish you would rethink whether or not you should tell him. I don't think-" You paused at the sound of movement on the stairs and immediately lowered your voice to a whisper. "That sounds like him, just-"

The door opened and Ethan returned, bags of food in his hands. He approached the bed, a concerned knot developing in his brow. "What're you talking about?"

You hadn't come up with any cover story, but you looked at him with a smile. "Gum."

"Bubblegum, to be exact." Damiano added.

. . . . .

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[chaos-and-cookies]

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Not to be depressed on main but it actually sucks being unemployed for health reasons and when u try to occupy urself with things like streaming it feels like a constantly losing game of tug of war lmao. Especially if u need to take a break for ur health omg u end up getting ghosted by ur own little tiny community u tried so hard to build lmao. I'm kinda glad I didn't do my yearly bday stream cuz it would have been embarrassing having like 3 lurkers and waiting like 10min every mini game hoping I get ppl to join me lmao. The irony of ppl asking u to play/stream things but won't even pretend to turn ur stream for background noise when u do makes me so...so bitter lol. And it extra sucks when u wanna vent about streaming and feeling like ur community is only fair weathered company cuz then ppl will say ur trying to guilt trip them into watching like lmao. And it's like ok I was on hiatus lemmie build myself up again for the millionth time and it's fucking impossible cuz u don't have an active chat to get more ppl to wanna stay and watch u, which ALSO makes it harder to entertain in the first place cuz u feel like ur talking to urself for hours on end which just makes u feel like an ass lmao there's literally no winning when ur a small streamer these days I swear. It hurts honestly!!! I should be happy I have the new pokemon to stream cuz the pokemon community is so cute and nice but god the new games start so slow so i feel like a slow boring jackass for the first few hours, especially if since i don't voice act cuz pokemon refusing to put voice acting in their games isn't now suddenly me and my throats problem!!! I got my little vtube avi to stream on my not so great days but god it doesn't make up for that jackass feeling of just sitting there playing and trying to talk to urself all night cuz no one talks to u not even ur supposed friends/regulars lmao. Not to mention it feels like being white and a pick me is like the ace of getting a consistent viewership and community, even if it's a small one. I just hate that being myself feels like such a goddamn challenge to keep ppl around even after they claim to like me and my streams vibe u know? Like sorry I'm a queer poc I'm never gonna be a white pick me but I'm trying my fuckin best to build a community for other similar ppl to join but it feels like even after they join they're like a goddamn pop figure, they're there but wtf do u do now lmao they never try to play, hang, chill in watch parties, or even watch the stream like hoe why is u here!!!! Idgi!!! 100+ ppl in my discord and it feels like every single one of them has not only muted my discord so they don't even get announcements and they just simply refuse to even drop by and say hi or even happy bday or check in after my surgery like holy shit the bare minimum dude, from ppl who call me their friend, can't even be met and it just gets more and more devastating as I constantly have to try to build myself back up and they do the bare minimum of being white and scream into their mics at every little thing that startles them. I'm sick of it man literally what do I have to do to make streaming worth it anymore 🙃🙃🙃🙃

[joshuahayward]

Young M.A -- Herstory in the Making

So...it's been a long time since I've posted here. I didn't think I would ever update this blog again, but I'm so bored and reminiscing on my history as a music fan and what made me enjoy projects like this years ago. I used to be obsessed with music as a whole, always trying to learn more about the indie scene I was into and going deep into every lyric and the personal history of each artist I listened to. That's how I prefer to connect with music: intensely. But of course, you have less bandwidth for that as you grow older. Over time, I found myself primarily listening to my classic favorites, when I listened to music at all, with few exceptions.

Young M.A is one of those exceptions. If you follow this blog (and I actually hope you don't, as that would mean you know me from way back which makes this post feel extra #cringe lol), you know this is outside of the genre I used to post on here as well. But this spring someone played the music video for "Ooouuu" at a party, a song I'd heard many times in the past and never actually listened to, and for some reason it stuck in my head. On a whim, I decided to check out her other stuff (which, again, is so rare for me to do), and was immediately obsessed.

The first thing that struck me was the incredible production, but the second thing that struck me, almost immediately, was how gay nearly every song is. "Fuckin' with the same sex, they say it's a sin / But I'm a dyke and she a femme, it's a synonym" is right there on the first track of this album. I originally wanted to pull more lyrics but I stopped because it's pointless; it's so ingrained throughout. But songs like "Stubborn Ass," "She Like I'm Like," and "My Hitta" are favorites of mine because they're explicitly about Young M.A's relationships with women. I'd never in my life heard someone be so self-assured, unapologetic, and relaxed about their sexual orientation and gender presentation in the way she is in her music. So often queer people lean into either 1) saying that their identity makes no difference as to who they are as a person or 2) treating their identity like it's their sole personality trait (and no shade, I'm definitely the latter lol). Young M.A effortlessly walks that tightrope between acting (and getting everyone around her to act) like her identity is no biggie, nothing out of the ordinary, while simultaneously making it clear that it's a central part of who she is. It's mind blowing and so, so affirming to see a lesbian (a LESBIAN!!!!) be so revered and respected by the male-dominated music industry.

Anyway, after scouring YouTube and SoundCloud to download all her unreleased tracks and watching countless hours of interviews and music videos (did you know she has 50-something?), here I still am months later, being a fan in the only way I know how (intensely).

[dent-de-leon]

Hi Leo! I'm curious, can you tell me about Dragon Age?

AJSKSDJSKFSG THIS IS PROBABLY LIKE A 3 HOUR CONVERSATION IF YOU GET ME STARTED, BUT REAL QUICK:

Dialogue heavy, story driven RPG where you are a Chosen Hero (or Unfortunate Bastard of Circumstance) and gather allies 

You can build up friendship with party members and even romance some of them. Shoutout to all my love interests that left me…I cry about a new elf or mage ex every time a new game comes out…

The combat’s fun!!! I’m especially partial to playing a mage in DA2 and Inquisition–this will also heavily impact the story cause mages and mage rights and lots of other plot based stuff,,, 

You can be a snarky smartass and in DA2 that’s my whole personality 

Real quick basic plot summaries for each of the main three games:

Dragon Age Origins: Nightmarish creatures called Darkspawn exist. And rarely, they manifest in one huge plague known as the Blight that consumes everything in its path. Like in Inquisition, you can choose your race and background. But here, you actually get to play out your origin story, hence the title. You eventually end up whisked away from your home to become a Grey Warden, honored–and cursed–heroes that are specially trained to end Blights. As it happens, you and another junior Grey Warden end up being the only Wardens left in the country, so you’ve gotta figure out everything you never got to learn in your (x1) day on the job, gather allies, lead a war-torn country, and maybe pet your dog. 

Dragon Age 2: You can only be a human. However, class does still play a huge role. And in this case, whether or not you’re a mage will determine so much of how your journey plays out, as this game is entirely about mage vs templar politics (mages aren’t trusted to control their power, so they’re guarded in towers by templars, it’s a whole thing). As a way to balance team mechanics, whether or not you’re a mage will also determine which younger sibling your Hawke gets to keep (iM REALLY SORRY BETHANY,,). You are Hawke, and your day just keeps getting worse. You’re one of the refugees fleeing the country that got devoured by the Blight in DAO. You’re just trying to get by in this hellhole of a city. Reluctant hero gets plunged into the heart of all their city’s problems until the whole place is torn to pieces. Try and protect your family–or whatever’s left of it–and hope you trust your friends enough to forgive them. I always saw DA2 as being as much about your companions as your PC, so really pay attention to them. I also think a lot of this game is about redemption and whether or not someone deserves it, ect. Also, Fenris did nothing wrong and I’d die for him. 

Dragon Age Inquisition: Rifts into this thing called the “Veil” that lead to a magic world known as the “Fade” are torn open. And by unfortunate happenstance, you end up receiving a mark on your hand that is slowly eating away at you–but is also the only thing that can seal the rifts. People from across the lands look to you for help as their supposedly chosen savior because of this, and you are heralded by the dominant religion as such–though opinions of this will vary if you’re not their ideal candidate, as in,, not human, a mage, ect. You can choose to bask in your newfound glory or publicly denounce that some god has fuck all anything to do with it. Either way, you become the leader of an Inquisition and have entire armies at your disposal. Also Cole is so good and I’m still crying over him. 

DAO AND DA2 ARE!!! HARSH!! WITH CONSEQUENCES!! You can absolutely get party members accidentally killed. You can also commit absolute atrocities against them. DA2 is especially unforgiving with this because you can end up automatically losing people if you don’t have their approval high enough based on their personal allegiances. But like, Inquisition is really forgiving. None of the party members can die, but they can ditch you. Which is Fair 

Inquisition is probably the easiest game to get right into. Aspects of DAO just haven’t aged well and the combat’s so much more tedious for me. DA2 and DAI have much better combat systems, but I think DAI feels a lot more like a traditional “DA” type high fantasy game. There’s also lots of different places to explore as opposed to being confined to one city and such and you get into lots of really different lore with throwbacks to the older games. DA2 is also, uhhhh….depressing,, like, I love it and replayed the hell out of it, but the ending isn’t that big triumphant hurrah or happy comfort you get in DAI (and in endings for DAO). So yeah, I think if you just want a glance at DA, you can try out Inquisition. 

DA2 is treated as the ugly black sheep of the franchise but it’s the Best story so that’s that on that. Also, Hawke is by far my character I’m most attached to. Warden is badass and legendary and Inquisitor was fun but,, I dunno,, Hawke was just very different and personal. They weren’t leading an army or anything, they were just trying to get by and I kinda liked that 

If you’re playing Inquisition I hope you like elves (i love them lmao) but yeah it’s huge on ancient elf lore!! If you’re playing an elf you might be more into that 

COLE IS MY BOY IF YOU PLAY INQUISITION PLS TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIM HE’S A GOOD GHOST BOY AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM

There’s also a fair bit of lgbt rep, though there is some discussion as to whether or not it’s as progressive or representative as people would like, but, real quick on potential relationships for your PC: There are 2 bi romance options in the first game. Every romance option but an added DLC character is bi in the second game. The third game’s romance options include a gay man, a lesbian, two bi characters, and a pan character. And of course there are characters that are queer beyond just the romanceable NPC’s. Krem, for instance, is one of the only trans characters in a video game I’ve ever seen that isn’t treated like a joke and is a fully dimensional character where that part of their identity isn’t shoved under the rug.

There’s lots of Fantasy Politics so like,, hope you’re into that. Also, fuck the templars and the Chantry. 

NOT NEARLY AS MANY DRAGONS AS ADVERTISED,, CERTAINLY NOT ENOUGH TO BE CALLED “DRAGON AGE,” SHOW ME THE DRAGONS BIOWARE,, PLS,,–Inquisition has absolutely the most dragons, so there’s that 

Morgan and Leliana are fucking amazing and seeing so much of them again in Inquisition was the best  

Fenris is Best Romance and that’s that on that

I’m so sorry this was so long, but its not as long as all the hours I’ve logged in every one of these fuckin games 

[asbigastheskybook]

The one where Tak and Emory go to a party in their kigurimi

Spring break had come and gone and on a foggy night in early April, the Shark and the Hedgehog sauntered up the dark streets of Berkeley, walking from Shattuck BART to Haste, up to College Avenue. They held hands as they walked in shadows, enjoying the quiet spring night once they were above Telegraph. They were headed to a place near the Julia Morgan building for a party put on by the Pan-Asian student union. It was to be an Animal Onesie themed party to raise money for a member of the union who was battling leukemia while trying to finish her masters degree. They wore the onesies Emory’s aspiring fashion designer little sister had sewn them. Emory hadn't wanted to go at all but Tak pointed out that nearly everyone there was going to be an Asian nerd which made Emory feel a little less out of place than he did at other college parties full of red cup woo-bros.

Neither of them wanted to be sober, and neither of them wanted to try to find parking in Elmwood, and neither of them wanted to shell out for a driver so they walked, choosing to wear the onesies instead of carrying a backpack and trying to keep track of it all night. They had just reached College Avenue and were nearly there when some asshole in a yellow hummer screeched to a stop where they were crossing the street, revved his engine, rolled down the window and screamed,

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY YOU FUCKIN CHING CHONG FAGGOTS!” And as soon as their toes touched the sidewalk on the other side of the intersection he peeled out, fishtailing over the narrow suburban streets.

“Jesus what the fuck?” Tak glared at the tail lights.

“Well he does drive a hummer.” Emory shrugged and looked at his shoes.

“I hope he chokes on a bag of sweaty dicks,” Tak grumbled.

“Hey,” Emory stopped and looked at Tak “Don't let that shitbag ruin your night. He means nothing.”

“I am trying not to. I was a little scared, Em. I forget that not everyone, even in Berkeley, is cool with gay dudes or Asians. Or gay Asians.” Tak kicked at some leaves on the sidewalk.

“Gaysians,” Emory corrected.

Tak laughed so hard he snorted. “Emory, I don't know what I would do without your smart ass.” He draped his long shark fins over the stout hedgehog.”We’re almost there, lets get baked.” He brought out his vape. Tak had brought an Indica, super stupid and stoney, not meant for anyone who had anything important to do today or probably tomorrow either. The plan was to get as high as possible in order to tolerate the crowds of other Asian students in fuzzy animal suits dancing to K-Pop. Tak had originally planned not to go, despite being regularly involved with the organization, but then someone had made a comment about him not really being that Asian and he wasn't about to take any shit from some third gen kid who didnt even speak his own language fluently when Tak, despite mostly appearing black, spoke nearly fluent Japanese.

They strolled another block to the party, several animals outside chatting over loud music emanating from inside. There was a gaggle of Japanese girls in matching unicorn onesies, a kangaroo, a corgi, a giraffe, two Pikachus, and a Totoro.

“I didn't know we could wear character onesies.” Tak pouted.

“Yeah that's bullshit, they said animals. I wanted to be Cthulhu.” Emory scowled, but not seriously. The Indica was taking over, and shuffling into the building was taking concentration. They shouldered their way inside and headed straight to the makeshift bar where they got juices, Ramune for Tak and grass jelly for Emory. Nearby tables held all sorts of snacks from the Asian market. There was dried squid, onigiri, rice crackers, wasabi peas, dumplings, etc. Not even the worse case of the munchies could convince Emory to eat party food that other people had touched and then put their hands to their mouths, and then back to the bowl. Gross.

The plan was to make a loop to say hello, then make another loop to say goodbye and then get the fuck out. Tak knew most people here and Emory knew a fair bit as well, but this was the first time they had gone to a college party as a couple and Emory gave no fucks what people thought, but he could tell Tak wasn't completely there yet, and considering the incident with the hummer bro, he tread carefully.

So it was a bit of a jolt when Emory introduced Tak to two vietnamese guys, Tu (Husky dog) and Rithi (racoon), as his boyfriend. Tak froze up when Tu offered out a fist to bump, and Emory caught a glimpse of Tak’s hesitation. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he was a little indignant. He tried to remember that Tak and he were both super high and not to trip out and what-if the hell out of a little hesitation for a handshake. It wasn't until after they had finished chatting with Tu and Rithi and Tak still wouldn't meet his eyes that he started to get pissed.

Emory spotted a back hallway leading to a door and without a word grabbed Tak’s fin in his paw and dragged him to it. He lugged the shark into the hall, glowering, before opening the door and yanking Tak inside.

It was not a back door to the outside as Emory had hoped, it was a closet. There was a mop and bucket, some big box size packages of toilet paper and paper towels, and other relevant miscellany. A bare bulb glowed from the ceiling. Emory, flustered at this development, quickly reached to lock the door behind them.

“Tak, what the fuck. I can't tell people you're my boyfriend here?” Emory asked, hurt and accusatory.

“I'm sorry I did that. I really am. I don't know why I did that.” Tak said, clearly grappling with being just a little too high for the conversation.

“If you don't want to be out at a party, you have to tell me before we get there. I don’t have a problem keeping it under wraps, especially if you don't feel safe, but you have to let me know, Tak,” Emory breathed hard through his nose when he finished speaking.

“ I do. I did. I do.” Tak stammered. It was unlike him to drop his eyes and struggle. “I,.. Emory, that was the first time anyone ever called me a faggot. I'm not joking when I say that Hummer dude scared me. I don't want to get beat up and murdered just for being in love with you. I started spacing out on the walk over here thinking about what I would do if someone tried to fuck with us. I thought about what I’d do if someone hurt you. I started just spiraling into worst case scenarios and thinking about how I take our safety for granted here. I was buggin’ out and I shut down. I'm a little too high, Im sorry,” he heaved a heavy sigh.

“For being in love with you” played on a loop in Emory’s mind as his eyes traced over Tak’s countenance, his slumped shoulders, tucked chin, arms hanging at his sides. He’d never get used to the way those words made him feel.

“UGH I can't be mad. There isn't anything to be mad about. I just want you to tell me if you don't feel safe or it there is something you need from me before we go places. I don't want to push you to be out everywhere we go but you do need to give me the heads up. I feel like an asshole for assuming without asking if we were out here,” Emory folded his arms across his chest but his eyes were soft.”I cant fight with you while you’re wearing a shark suit.”

“I want to be out here. There’s no reason to hide here. We aren’t even the only queers here. I want to show you off to people and make them hella jealous...I think being super stoned just made me paranoid. One toke over the line, man,” Tak shrugged.

Emory covered his mouth and his shoulders shook.

“What?” Tak crowded his eyebrows together.

Emory started to laugh behind his hand. “Its just that Im locked in closet with a giant in a shark suit, having a serious conversation about my relationship while Im dressed as a hedgehog, and Im super high.” He started to laugh harder, “You can’t make this shit up.”

Tak took a moment to view the situation from outside himself and yes, it was very, very hilarious. He began to giggle, then laugh, then gasp between bouts of belly laughs.

Emory watched Tak laughing and felt all warm and gooey in his chest. He want to kiss him, right now. He stepped closer, grabbing a fistful of shark suit in each hand and yanked Tak close. Tak’s laugh stopped but his smile went on for eons. Emory had the look. That look. Tak knew that he was going to do anything Emory asked when he saw that look. He leaned in to kiss Emory, one hand keeping his balance, which was intermittent right now, on a shelf. The other hand slipped into Emory’s hedgehog hood, and held the back of his neck. He could feel the heat coming off of Emory through their fuzzy suits as he pressed his body into Emory. Emory was avoiding his kiss, teasing him, making Tak chase his lips, snapping his teeth at him and smirking.

“Give me that!” Tak growled, pulling on Emory’s neck harder until his lips crashed into Emory’s. He felt Emory’s smirk fade under his own lips and his posture softened as he kissed Tak back with sensual and deep open mouth kisses, making Tak want to pitch himself into the abyss of Emory’s touch. After many moments, as kisses turned into lips on necks and ears and throats, Emory whispered into Tak’s ear,

“I really can’t wait to get you alone.”

Tak grinned. Emory knew all the buttons to push and Tak wondered how soon they could ditch this party. Tak’s hands wandered into his hood and into his hair. Emory could play cool, but not when Tak played with his hair, that was when he lost all thought being stealthy or tame. Emory’s eyes simmered and he flashed a grin before claiming Tak’s mouth again. Tak rested one long hand on Emory’s shoulder, the other in his hair, tugging close to the scalp, eliciting a rumble from Emory’s throat.

“More.” Emory demanded, digging his thumbs into Tak’s hip bones in an almost painful and insistent way. Tak pulled harder at his hair and Emory bit down viciously at his neck. Tak moaned and his head tipped back, making a loud noise when it landed on the shelf behind him. He heard someone tapping on the door, jiggling the handle. He didn't care.

“Fuck off!” he managed to shout to whomever was on the other side. The knocking stopped. “Goddamn Emory your mouth is going to kill me,” Tak murmured. Emory nipped again and pulled back to see the mark he had left on Tak’s neck, which was not discrete or small. He laughed louder than he expected to and jumped when another banging knock came from the door.

[wearesungreenmylove]

pt. 1

Simon: What age? High school or college?

Simon: By me saying the WiFi is proper shite I really mean that it's got a password and I was too awkward earlier to ask for it

Luna: HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND VANISH!!

Luna: I've got no idea what to do with this and you are clearly more emotionally invested

Simon: You could have serenaded him with cherry blossoms *so romantic*

Simon: *Google searches how to sign "please go on a date with Luna"*

Simon: Just keep writing just keep writing what do you do you write write write

While I creepily read along

Luna: To answer your question, yes, your book does have the typo

Simon: My toes are cold

Simon: I'm home. Just checking in with all the gays took a while

Simon: I just searched pain on Tumblr and it was like "are you okay" and then some lifeline, right? LIKE, NOOO!!! I WAS LOOKING FOR MY FIC

Luna: I don't know why I thought this was a good idea shisheiene

Luna: Quick, what's the gayest gay bar name you can think of, gay person?

Luna: How is a gay bar better than a frat party, Simon?

{i have discovered that they asked me to watch the shannara chronicles, which is on netflix, if anyone wants to join me in that}

Simon: You do have an insanely ginormous crush on him

Luna: And at the same time I thought "the fuck why is this a ship"

Luna: *hisssss* NO STANLON. STENBROUGH FOR LIFE.

Simon: more like stenbro

Simon: I have 11 children

Luna: There are grim reapers walking around the track. Should I be concerned? XD

Now there's a horde coming towards me imma back away slowly

They're planting graves now Rest In Peace

{it's at this point that i have accidentally pressed the back button, returning me to the bottom, so i'm now taking several minutes to find where i was again}

Luna: Okay, so are we. We had struggles with a show and went out later than expected.

Simon: You should make a kylodaddy sideblog

Simon: You know in Mulan when the mom is like "would you like to stay for dinner" and then the grandma's like "would you like to stay FOREVER". yeah, i am the grandma

Luna: She just said "nobody wants to see your butthole, Grant. We can barely stand looking at your face!"

Luna: Ha! No, not only would it ruin my moody "I hate everything" reputation I've gathered in this class, I would be murdered

Luna: Have fun at your gay thing XD

Simon: Last year I could almost perfectly copy Ashley's handwriting

Simon: And Mr. Schroeder?

Simon: At least you could partially blame that one on me

Luna: HE BUMPED ME

Simon: YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE OVER EMAIL

Luna: You're way too excited honestly I feel like you're gonna expect like fucking Keiynan Lonsdale-like perfection and then just get Caleb

Simon: Is it the kylodaddy club group chat? *wiggles eyebrows*

Simon: I will cancel his plans

Simon: don't judge me

Simon: I DON'T KNOW HIM SO IM ALLOWED TO BREAK THEM UP RIGHT

Luna: YESSSSS MY CHILD YOU HAVE TAKEN MY NAME FOR YOU I AM IN TEARS OF JOY

Simon: Ohkay, so we've got some nice middle age lesbians. Finally some representation

Simon: Could be a link to CACTUS PORN

Or that BIG LONG JUICY TOE

Simon: Also, *BONER NOISE*

Luna: h e c k y e a h

Luna: I'M PUTTING TOO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS BUT WHATEVER

Luna: Like I feel like maybe he would swish them around a lot absentmindedly

Simon: Yes, by like 3 inches

Luna: She's pretty tough for a crazy half-psychic

Luna: EW why no you've ruined him for me

Luna: Is this how you flirt

Simon: ...you literally sent it three minutes ago

Simon: WINKY FACE MEANS FLIRTING TRUST ME

Simon: HELLO I'M HERE, I'M QUEER, AND WOULD YOU PLEASE LIKE TO GO OUT WITH ME

Luna: I feel like you're over-invested in my love life

Simon: I thought you already knew that I give bad romance advice

Simon: Just because I'm in a relationship doesn't mean I know how I did it

Luna: aCK WHY NO THAT'S SO FORWARD

Simon: I just Google searched how to casually ask a guy out, so I hope you're happy

Luna: I kinda want to channel my inner Eddie Kaspbrak but I'm nervous

Luna: YPU AND MY BROTHER HAVE THE SAME GAY MIND

Simon: I will come caress your legs

Luna: Y'know what, you're the only person I'd let take a bunch of pictures of me, so

Luna: Although we should 110% have a photo shoot in downtown [insert the place we live] sometime with you and me

Simon: Fuck, I just realized I have a math quiz today

Simon: Spoil me up Luna

Luna: How much fanfiction DO you read, Si? It's all you're ever doing

Simon: Probably more than is healthy, but I have no regrets!!!

until I'm failing all my classes

oops

Simon: Hey, this time it really is a link to porn

Simon: Just text him saying that masturbation is not the answer

Luna: SIMON I'm gonna be kidnapped help

Luna: Caleb says happy birthday back

Luna: AND HE DROPPED THE FUCK WORD

Simon: Mac and Cheesie

We will not rest easy

Simon: Don't you have a lesbian aunt?

Luna: So there's ice cream truck music but it keeps fading in and out and I can't tell what direction it's coming from and all I can think is Pennywise??

Simon: 'drive yourself you crusty dick sock'

Simon: considering that we did the would you date me thing neither do i

Luna: Jesus, someone's getting frisky

Simon: FUCKIN YEEHAW

Luna: *praying in Italian*

Simon: we can both get boners together *winks*

Luna: Jesus your boner made me jump

Simon: Luna is in fact just a torso head and arms

Simon: oh hey it worked

i was just spelling diamond wrong

Luna: *sigh*

Luna: Me: *almost falls asleep on couch*

Also Me ; *lays down in bed* tHiS iS nO tImE fOr SlEePiNg!