#incest m in tags

[daddysboydean]

dean is harping on sam to get laid (normal brother behavior) and confronts him about not wanting to hook up with girls because of jess. sam's like yeah, but that's not the whole story. and then this happens. the loaded silence. the prolonged eye contact. the not elaborating on what the 'main part' is, tho presumably it's something dean knows about judging by the knowing look and him conceding to sam's silence. but if the main part isn't that sam watched his girlfriend burn to a crisp less than a year ago and how that's a major boner killer, then what is it??

is it that you're in love with your brother, sammy??

[carlyraejepsans]

While I get that your not shipping the brothers I have fandom ptsd from seeing a slash anywhere close to those two names while there together

listen. i cannot promise much, but if i can promise anything at all is that you will Never get f/ntcest from my blog. not even just in a "they would not fucking do that" sense, its popularity actively pisses me off

[dateamonster]

just had a rly weird experience. might go into it later but right now my only real thoughts are like. why does it seem like being interested in monster stuff online so often gets me caught in this bullshit fandom culture war between people who think putting horror elements in romance/erotica is the work of the satanic groomer boogeymen vs people who talk about wanting to explore complex and dark themes and then turn out to just be obsessed with "lolisho" and incest porn

call me batshit fuckin crazy but it rly feels like i should be able to just exist without having to worry about getting conscripted into the puritan v sex offender wars because i followed the wrong person on twt

[izhape]

cannot help but laugh at how often i see someone whining about kink shaming on here and you click their blog and their whole schtick is how hot it is to have sex with their own siblings like only on this website can you twist being into abhorrent shit into a somehow progressive thing to do and get legit angry over strangers on the same website being uncomfortable with your open bizarre kinks. like you Could just respect other people's boundaries and block them and continue posting about how you want to violently assault people as a fetish but instead you prove that your concept of consent and also your touch with reality is so rotted by all the rule34 art you goon over that your "it's just a kink!" argument is getting weaker by the second. anyways

[zmediaoutlet]

for @wincestwednesdays: demonic

After the rugaru they make it as far as Miami, Oklahoma, before Dean can't ignore the Keith Moon solo pounding through the back of his skull and has to pull to the off-ramp. "Town should get sued for false advertising," he says. "Not seeing any beaches and babes around here." To silence. Radio's playing but low, fuzzy, stuff he can't even make out. No response from the passenger seat. He grits his teeth but it makes the pulse in his head worse and he breathes slow and steady through his open mouth instead, following the blue accommodation signs on automatic: food, lodging. His hands and right foot get them there, even if his brain's in danger of checking out.

McDick's, Motel 6. The thought of food sours his stomach. A room, then, and the night cool when he parks and opens up the driver door and then sits with his boots on the asphalt and his eyes closed, the pounding unbearable for a few seconds that stretch maybe to a minute. Just this unceasing hammer at the top of his spine. Amazing how the whole set-up doesn't just burst and crack open, splattering, blood and brains and wet spinal fluid all over the parking lot. Wouldn't even be hard—he knows how to do it, how to set his shoulders and brace and swing like a baseball bat, how the pop shudders through the arms and shoulders as satisfying as a long drive toward third, the destruction like a Gallagher show. Ponchos for the whole first row. Laughter, roaring up, and the pain finally—not gone, but reduced maybe, for a second, for an instant. Until it's not.

"You coming?" Tired.

Yeah, he says. He thinks he says. He stands up anyway, and hipchecks the door closed, and there's Sam standing at the open room, lamplight spilling out over him so he's backlit with his face dark and the tips of his goofy hair shining, and in his hand—oh, Dean's bag, too.

"Hope you're not expecting a tip," Dean says, passing him in the doorway. He smells like blood and sweat in equal measure. Dean's head throbs, again.

A huff. Well, good. Not the silent treatment, after all.

Dean calls first shower. His right, he thinks; he was the one inches from being the star of a rugaru blue plate special. The pressure's weak but that's just as well; the temperature hits boiling, which hurts, but that's just as well, too. And what doesn't, these days. He notices himself having that thought and rolls his eyes, and flips the water to cold, and ices down for thirty shuddering seconds, his skin seizing all over. Head still pulsing but maybe less. Maybe he'll sleep. Maybe without dreaming. Maybe.

Sam, in the room, unpacking some part of his bag on the bed closer to the door. Coat off at least so he's staying. "Think I left you some lukewarm water," Dean says, trying, and Sam huffs again. Maybe trying too. Maybe, maybe.

Dean sits on the other bed, towel around his hips, t-shirt on. Wishes he'd grabbed clean shorts—the ones from the rugaru's house are too nasty to drag on again. He looks at Sam, instead, tossing stuff onto the comforter in piles—why?—who knows. Stuff Sam does now is hard for Dean to pick apart, after so long away. He looks, instead, light smearing at the corners of his eyes. Sam's shoulders all huge, blocking the lamp by the door. Blood at the back of his flannel shirt that Dean frowns at. "Hey," he says, and Sam grunts. "You hurt?"

"I'm fine," Sam says. Quiet. Like he has been, since they stumbled into the car, after stowing the charred-black twisted corpse in the woods outside Carthage.

"You sure? You got knocked out, too." Sam drops a shirt onto one of his piles, shoulders slumping, and Dean doesn’t know why he does that—it's not like he's saying it to be an asshole, because for the last few hours he's been trying his absolute best not to be an asshole—but then his head really goddamn hurts and Sam's been puzzling him for a month, now.

"You got knocked out," Sam says, and turns, and his face—shadow—but not enough that Dean can't see how it's screwed up, sorry. Dean shrugs, 'cause what else is new. Passed out while a monster has its way, pretty par for the course. Sam steps closer though, leans in, and he smells like sweat and like blood and Dean flinches before he can stop himself, his hand tightening on the knot of his towel. Sam pauses, hovering over him like some freakin' colossus. Dean curses himself.

"I—" Sam says, and Dean says yeah, and Sam says, "Just—your head," and Dean says yeah again low and stupid and hurting, and Sam stands there with his fingers spread in the air between them and Dean takes a breath and says, "Hey, you got some kinda sexy nurse kink since I was gone?" thin and stupid, stupid, and Sam stands there silent and huge above him for one two three seconds until he says, "You're an idiot," very quiet, and tips Dean's head forward, down, fingertips light and quick over the back of his skull, looking for where it hurts.

Dizzy view of his white-towel lap until he closes his eyes. Ocean-fresh from the soap but Sam's blood-smell overpowering it. Sam's fingers careful through his hair until he finds the bump where the monster—victim—guy, the man, the dude who couldn't help being born how he was born, he hit Dean and laid him out and made a point of him but didn't hurt him further. It's made him dizzy and made him hurt Sam, more than he realized Sam could get hurt at his hands, but then again Dean's had a lot of practice lately, hurting, and he should've realized, how easy it was to slip into being a monster when you never, ever meant to. When everything in you was screaming no.

Sam's fingers, soft, sliding down past the bump to the back of his neck. Most Sam's touched him since—when Dean pulled away, shuddery and shocked, that first night. Jittery enough to not want Sam to taste the sulfur at the back of his throat. "What's the damage, doc," Dean croaks, and Sam's hand slides, to the knob at the top of his spine, down below the collar of his shirt. Makes Dean shiver all over, as much as the shock of the cold shower did, and then Sam's other hand on the side of his head, thumb slotting in soft over the bruised spot by his temple, and tipping him—up, back, his skull rolling back heavy on his shoulders. His eyes still closed. His mouth open, breathing careful.

Beat. Then breath, over his nose and chin—he inhales rust—and then Sam kissing him, mouth mostly closed. Wet inside of his lower lip catching Dean's. Dean reaches out blind and gets a handful of Sam's shirt and Sam kisses him again, slow, their mouths blurring stupid against each other like a first time under the bleachers at a nameless high school—and then again, Sam cupping his head in both hands this time, and Dean's eyes slit open to find Sam's closed very very tight, scrunched and his brow pained, and when Dean pulls back Sam holds over him, his breath shaking in and out of his chest in this way that looks like it takes real effort. Like he could split into pieces if he weren't trying so hard to stay in one.

It's not in you like it's in me, Sam said. Anymore Dean's not sure that's true.

"You chickening out?" Dean says.

Sam's eyes open, wide. Dark. Not black. That counts, for Dean, for a hell of a lot. He smiles and Sam blinks, and then shakes his head, and Dean drags his hand down Sam's chest to his belt, and tugs, and Sam stands up higher, shuffles in, his hands still holding Dean's head up like he doesn't know what else to do with them.

Buckle undone, button, zip. Dean feels inside in the dark and there's hot cotton and salt and the stink of hard effort and running scared and that blood all over everything, but underneath there's Sam's skin, familiar. The swell and thick of him, rising under Dean's palm. "You with me, Sammy?" Dean says, pulling, and Sam steps forward between his spread legs, thumbs gentle over the top of Dean's ears, looking down. Face a wreck but nodding, the light catching the feathery ends of his hair all amber-gold. His shoulders curving in, his whole body arcing toward Dean's. "Good," Dean says, and bends his head, and breathes slow and hot down into the split of denim, his forehead against the low of Sam's stomach, the world narrowed safely down.

Just one job left to do. His head hardly hurts at all, anymore, and with Sam's hand cupping the back where the throb was worst he can ignore it.

[transjess]

imagine being like “how is becky winning over john at least he’s not a predator” and then tagging it with your incest fantasy where he’s having sex with his own children. your brain is not only rotten but perhaps completely absent

[batmanshole]

stop putting this post on my dash. op likes incest + defends father/son relationships.

[sneakyboymerlin]

Why do so many people in this fandom obsessively treat Morgana like she’s nothing but some passive helpless eye candy who can’t make decisions for her own adult self and is just pushed and pulled and shaped by the men in her life… I’m serious, you all need to manage your misogyny.

[musical-chick-13]

Always very funny (read: annoying) to me how frequently people will say something like, "Oh, I love fucked-up fictional relationships, I love TOXIC ROMANCE, I need my ships to have Problems™ that would make even the most stoic adult cringe in shame" and then vehemently reject literally any fictional romantic dynamic that involves a woman being horrible.

[llycaons]

omg omg these tags

#Jiang Cheng gets the apologies he deserves #Lan Zhan is a piece of shit #yes i said it #i love jiang cheng #Jiang Cheng Loves Wei Wuxian #Jiang Cheng sacrified everything for Wei Wuxian #People finds out the truth about the Core Transfer #They also found out how Jiang Cheng lost his core in the first place.#Serious Lan sizhui and Lan wangji bashing #Wei Ying knows his one true love #Wei Ying apologizes to Jiang Cheng #Madam Yu rules

ik there are people like this who love jc and hate lwj, but lsz is also being roped into this??? WHAT DID HE DO

[evilneo]

HEY NEO my friend jsut sent me an ask about that csa post <//3 here it is bc im on mobile rn and i can't copy and paste it

AW FUCK SHIT i appreciate you and your friend for telling me bc. ouhgh

[pookieace]

i was put on this earth not to be a brother fucker, but to be a daddy son duo fucker instead actually

[inflamearc1]

initially when i started writing laura, my main course of action was Get Her Out Of Twin Pea/ks --- because at the time neither i nor dana NOR syd could really see a way for her to be home AND safe AND [reasonably] happy. i knew she'd be homesick forever but i just did not trust anyone with her at that time. she was faking her death and dana's audrey and syd's coop were gonna be the only people who knew. i still like a lot of the writing we did then, and i still value the dynamics fostered during that period, but the longer i write her, the more i know laura doesn't truly work anywhere else: not because it's all she's ever known, or because her mom is there, but just because for better and for worse, the town is so much a part of her And She Loves It So Much.

sure, she fantasizes about leaving in her diary sometimes --- one, that's just how growing up in a small town is, and two, she's got a lot of immediate danger to run away from --- and i do want her to get out, travel, Experience Life, See Things, but i know she'd always want to come home. she likes being a big fish in a small pond. she likes that everybody knows her and that she knows everybody. she likes the routine in always knowing where she's going to eat and shop and party. she likes that she knows where everybody's at, even the elderly mostly-strangers on her meals on wheels route.

she doesn't like being out of control of what people know about her --- that's always been an issue (obviously) --- but the thing about laura that you should understand, that i should have understood much earlier, is that she won't back down from a fight, ever (i do not mean physically, okay; physically she's going to talk shit and get hit, but METAPHORICALLY,).

(we're going to cut this because 1. it's already long and 2. i'm about to get to the part that you may or may not want to opt out of, i.e. the aftermath of fire wal/k with m/e --- nothing graphic, ever, but frankness is my only real way, so.)

like, yeah, it's going to be fucking awful. the news will be tactful --- as it probably was in canon, officially, with her dead --- but everybody's still going to know. and beyond the news, there's the rumor mill, and while it's not like anyone has All The Answers, what they're dealing with is "local man commits suicide in police custody following the rape and attempted murder of his daughter", so it's safe to assume there are going to be a lot of solid guesses. and she's still going to be processing the events themselves and having just admitted to herself that her dad ever was her [primary] abuser to begin with. and then dana and i are letting audrey out ben as the other and he's going to die, too :-) which is great news, but is also yet another Thing To Whisper About :-)

but laura is a proud, proud little person. she is also a very spiteful little person. she'd appreciate it if you'd just [daxna vc] be normal, or at least upfront, but she's not her mother: she pays attention, and if you make her feel weird about continuing to Exist In Society, she's going to call you out. if she feels like you've got something to say to her but you're Being Polite, she might say it for you. it would not be accurate to say she doesn't care: she cares a lot! she hates the thought of not being accepted! it's something she's always struggled with! she will probably cry about it! but not until she's alone and has embarrassed you so incredibly badly that you will, hopefully, consider becoming a hermit yourself. this is her non-city. her home. she's not going to be humbled and she's not going to transform into someone new because of what's supposedly been taken from her. she is incapable of making herself small.

she's a lot to deal with. she's always been a lot to deal with. knowing What She's Been Through (or thinking that you do) might give you some context to better understand her, if you know her, but it's not going to change much, unless you end up in one of the prior camps. without the constant threat of danger, she's bound to be less volatile, and if you react to The News in a way that's encouraging and not patronizing, she is bound to handle you with more tenderness, but otherwise she's largely just ... laura. she is miserable, she's ecstatic, she's full of love and righteous anger, she's stubborn, she's brash, she's sullen, she's kind, she's unfortunately never recovered from being the weird horse girl in your fourth grade class and it has never once even occurred to her that she would be made fun of like this.

she is so annoying. and she is also the best girl in the world. and also, i wish i didn't feel i have to say most of these things? it's not because i assume You, The Mutual don't intuit them: if i felt that way about you, you wouldn't be here. but i also know, incredibly well, that if i don't state my intentions very clearly regarding arcs, they might get muddled and they might be misunderstood. i do not like angst for angst's sake. i am not here to make myself sad. i am here to do justice to laura, which means dealing with a lot of misery, but my end goal will always be to let her live her life without shame and with, well, i guess a manageable amount of fear. i would like for her to be defined by and remembered for the person she actually is, or was, or whatever the fuck.

[vampirekinn]

is onmyoji not free of incest shippers either??? when does it all ENDDDDD

[ariel-s-awesome]

C'mon, appreciate the rest of it too or read the romance and smut you filter everything into anyways. What drew you to this besides two reasonably attractive characters?

Not only is it annoying to see an endless barrage of shipping but... it's so alienating as an aro/ace. I like shipping too but when it's 90% of the fan content for a show that doesn't even have romance... well, it's easy to see how it's placed on a pedestal.

Finding something cool and thematically rich and wanting to see what other people think abt it and all I find is shipping

[gulay2099]

reblogging/liking a post only to find out op is an inc3st shipper afterwards...