#in case that needed to be said

[golly-glitch]

TSAMS Smut Dynamic Headcanons

Ruin would be such a bitchy brat but also the biggest masochist and I think that's so fun. Just- the most sarcastic person in bed, but like if given a shock collar I seriously think he'd act out until he fried all of his circuits if you let him. Praise kink like all of them, but also a slight degradation kink? You'd have to be particular about it though... He'll take full offense and safeword out if you bring up something touchy (which he should). On the right side of the degradation though, it stokes the flames of his little sadistic heart, and he loves using it as an excuse to "correct your manners." Yeah, huge sadomasochist. He loves dishing it out just as much as he loves taking it. Put his Jigsaw mind to work on pain games, he'll come up with the most elaborate, tantalisingly painful-pleasurable things to do together. Also big into roleplay, obviously.

Bloodmoon I headcanon as aroace, but not at all sex repulsed. It just has no significance to them one way or the other. "Just fuck if/who you want to, we don't care," is the general vibe.

Sun... is a virgin. Definitely. I feel like he mostly doesn't know what he likes with other people. With himself, though, he likes to take his time. He sets up the area so clean up will be easy. He has a whole list of steps he goes through, and takes masturbation in stages. Towel down, lube/toy(s) on a little tray, clothes folded neatly at the edge of the bed—getting everything set up gives his mind space to unspool from its usual snarl of worries, and having everything where/how he wants it really helps centre him. During, he makes these breathy, whiny little noises as he pinches his rays and teases his nethers. He's a habit of keeping quiet from the time he shared a room (practically—the crawl space had no door), and despite having a room of his own now, automatically stifles moans into pants, or just full-on shoves his face into the pillow while he desperately humps his hand.

Solar... God does he have a praise kink. He's not good at accepting praise point-blank, but get him on his knees for you and tell him how good he's doing, how good he feels, how much you love being there with him? Oh he is gone gone. Big service top energy, just loves being appreciated and reciprocated.

Lunar is like... the squirmiest bottom imaginable. He gets overwhelmed super easily. Makes all these cute little noises, communicates in mostly "nnngggghhh mooorrreee"s and "ha-ah, mhmm, don'stop,"s, gets really fussy. He likes to reciprocate, but it's gotta be before or after, because in the moment you're pleasuring him? Oh he's just in another world entirely. On cloud fifteen. Gone. Huge size kink—if you're bigger he will take advantage, but still has a general preference for people his own size. Melts like putty in the sun if you tell him how much you love him, cherish him, can't get enough of him, etc. Loves being stuffed as full as possible. Get someone significantly bigger than him to lift him up and slowly force him down on a huge dildo and watch as his eyes cross, mouth hangs open, distant little "ngah-ahh!"s slipping from his mouth as he can't stop rolling his hips, feeling every. Last. Inch. Filling his belly. Just panting, mindlessly clinging onto his partner, completely incapable of anything other than bouncing on that glorious appendage until he comes so hard he sees galaxies.

New Moon/Nexus... this one's interesting. He doesn't know whether he's like Old Moon and aroace, or something else. To me that means he's never cared enough to explore it. I think, now that he's becoming more of his own person, he may branch out and try new things (*cough* Dusk *cough*). I can see him engaging in experimental hate sex at first, and slowly learning what he likes through that. At first it's an experiment, later something he enjoys for its own merits.

Earth's like... panromantic demisexual. If that makes sense. She likes the person, and needs to feel safe and loved with them before she moves on to more. Sex is a very intimate and emotional thing for her.

[greydoesthearts]

I've been on such a picrew kick lately like my phone is full of them tbh but what I can't get over is people saying they made these entirely cool, well-done picrews in like two days to a week and. How? I've been at making mine for about a week now and am still trying to figure out the settings for stuff. I just figured out colours yesterday. It's so awesome that people can do that but hhhhhh

[plothooksinc]

A therapist once told me "No, we're not going to go into why you have depression! It's important to move past that and be positive! Just stop thinking about it!"

I was later diagnosed with PTSD.

i do think therapy recommenders on here wildly irresponsibly downplay its potential risks lmao starting obviously w/ the threat of psych and criminal institutionalisation which is structurally inherent to the patient-physician relationship but also the maybe more mundane risk of simply receiving treatment that is bad for you and counterproductive. i do not know where the idea came from that therapy is 'at worst useless'. at worst it fucks you up majorstyle

[keithbutgay]

So I don't know if anyone has been keeping up on this case, but I tried looking for posts on it and I've only found transphobic rants and comments. So just... spreading awareness.

There is an ongoing case in Australia currently (the hearing has concluded but the ruling has not been announced) where Roxy Tickle, a trans woman, is suing the Giggle for Girls app and its founder for $100,000, plus another $100,000. Giggle for Girls is a platform exclusively for women, and Roxy was banned from the app after joining.

The app already has a lot of problematic features on it. For example, any new user is required to submit a selfie-- a photo which is then analyzed by ai to determine whether or not the user is a woman. For Roxy, the ai wasn't the issue, however-- in fact, she used the app for several months with no problem. Instead, the owner of the app manually and purposefully overrode the ai, revoking Roxy's access to the app, because she saw her profile. She then refused to reinstate her account and blocked her.

The founder of the app, Sall Grover, has knowingly and persistently misgendered Roxy dozens of times in interviews, articles and posts. I have a chrome extension that shows if a website is queerphobic or not, and when I look up Roxy's name there are only two results not in red.

As well as this, the additional $100,000 dollars Roxy is suing for? That's because of an online campaign waged against her by Grover, who has a large platform on Twitter. Katherine Deves, who had been representing Giggle in court tried to get the case thrown out. And Grover quite literally called in evolutionary biologist Colin Wright to advocate for her case. He's giving evidence for the trial.

There is a fundraiser to "reclaim sex based rights and protections for all women and girls" created specifically for this case. It has raised over $500,000, and that number is still growing.

Anyways. I don't know if I was just the last one to know about this, but the fact that I even found out about this case was because of a post a terf made scares me.

If anyone else has any more information, please add onto this post! And if I missed anything, or said anything wrong, please correct me.

Thank you for taking this time out of your day.

If you want to read more about the case, I would check out these articles:

[muggle-born-princess]

Reblog if you're LGBT and are against MAPS/Child Groomers

[hinamie]

noir

[jingerpi]

does anyone have resources on transmisogyny in nazi Germany? I was looking into it briefly and it seems relatively clear that the persecution of queer people in nazi Germany was very transmisogynistic. cis lesbians were never outlawed or explicitly targeted (instead classed under asocial), and some trans men apparently had their "transvestite certification" renewed (permit that gave permission to crossdress), where on the other side, gay men and trans women were explicitly targeted by Nazis and labelled with the pink triangle and often castrated or worse.

the thing is I'm struggling to find actual information on a lot of this, in particular the transvestite certification, there are many individual examples of trans women being harassed or killed specifically for having them and this article specifically mentions a strange exception where a trans man was not persecuted for his but rather had it renewed, but I can't find information on how common this was, perhaps this was a rare exception with no relation to agab as the article seems to think, but I can't help but wonder if it may be reflective of wider transmisogynistic forces.

It seems like a bit of a trove of historic information for analysis but surprisingly I can't find anything talking about Nazis and transmisogyny, only their general homophobia/queerphobia.

I would really like to read more about this so if anyone has resources or just personal study they'd like to share please do send it my way

[riddlerelddir]

the amount of hatred i hold for both the tf2 fandom and playerbase is immense

[jesncin]

Happy Pride! Now that Lunar Boy (our middle grade graphic novel) is out, we wanted to share our thought process behind queer vocabulary in media. The constant censorship, imposed western biases on queer culture, and what it means to introduce queer vocabulary to a young audience.

Check out Lunar Boy wherever american graphic novels are sold, or check it out at a library!

[sesamestreep]

I really feel like one of the best details in “A Scandal in Bohemia” that I never see people fixate on enough is that the story starts with Watson stopping in to see Holmes at Baker Street on a complete whim, because he happens to see that he’s home (and Watson is now married and living elsewhere). Like he doesn’t send word first, he’s not invited, he just shows up and surprises Holmes. Which is not that weird but then Holmes is like “oh good, I’ve got a case anyway, you might as well hang out!” which just makes it funnier when the King shows up and is like “I’d really rather speak to you alone, actually” and Watson tries to leave and Holmes is just like “anything you can say to me, you can say to my best friend John Watson, and if you ask him to leave, I would consider it a grave insult, you would be my enemy and I will not help you ever!!” And the king is like “…ok” and just moves on.

like, that is crazy behavior. Holmes is talking about how there’s probably lots of money in this case, and then almost turns away the client for…not knowing who the fuck Watson is?? He’s not even supposed to be there?? He just came to say hi?? “It is both or none”… girl, GET UP.

[kingtheghast]

dealer: i got this new strain that will zoink your brain off🤯😱🤫😜 this “third life” thing will have you flying 😎😳

me: yeah whatever

5 minutes later: dude i think that shirtless guy just took my pants

my buddy martyn covered in blood: dogwarts has fallen

[halorvic]

[necromancelena]

you're at the grocery store but the devil on your shoulder telling you to get snacks and candy is literal and also your girlfriend

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[gleniferskydays]

one day i will wake up from the dream and the meaning of it all will be revealed to me

[ooctlt]

how did Cam and Pal meet?