#it's Jules!!

[vonlipvig]

WE NEED TO KILL HIM

[zvdvdlvr]

imagine ur bd being out of the picture and your little girl running up to si ☹️🤍

   “Daddy!”

   Simon looked down, eyes wide at the little girl wrapped around his right leg. Johnny eyed him carefully. He was thankful none of the other café patrons paid any mind. “I’m not your daddy, love,” Simon said. He tugged his leg away gently but the strength of a child is hard to match.

     “Annalise, get off that man,” a woman cried. In the blink of an eye, she knelt near Simon’s leg and tugged the child away.

     “Dada!” She shrieked. Annalise’s chubby hands reached out for Simon’s. “Is dada, mama!”

     You shook your head. “I- I’m so sorry, sir. Her dad was in the military. Anna thinks everyone in fatigues is dada… Do you want me to get either of you a coffee to pay you back? I’m truly sorry.”

     Soap discreetly elbowed Simon harshly in the side. “‘M quite alrigh’ lass. Simon, here, would take a coffee if your serious. If you’ll excuse me, I got to go. Bye, little lassie,” the Scot rushed, face lightinf up at the way Annalise giggled as his parting.

     Annalise was still cooing and reaching for Simon. You just shifted her on your hip and rubbed her back. “Simon, yeah?”

     “That’s me, ma’am,” Simon nodded, feeling suddenly extremely exposed without the balaclava he had decided not to wear for one single occasion. “You don’t have to pay me back-“

     “Nonsense. I would feel like a bad person if I just let my kid latch herself onto your left and call you dad and then just swoop her up and leave,” you said, reaching for your wallet before walking over to the ordering counter. “What can I get you?”

     Simon ordered a small of his usual, watching you pull the money from your wallet without glancing at how much it costed. He observed you in that split second- a beautiful baby girl on your hip who thought any man in camo was her dad. So he had been in the service… Simon watched you smile kindly at the teen behind the counter who fumbled for your change. You murmured a quiet, “It’s quite alright, take your time.” A well-mannered, well put-together individual who was also very attractive. Simon knew what Johnny was doing when he left and Simon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought you were a catch.

     “I seriously appreciate the coffee, ma’am, but it was unnecessary,” Simon said as you tucked your change back and waited for the drink. “As long as the kid’s alrigh’, I don’t need anything in return.”

     You smiled. You smiled at Simon and he swore his cold heart jumped in his chest. Clearly your bright smile disarmed Annalise as much as Simon because she let out a bubbly laugh and put her hands on your cheek. “What if I said I wanted to?” You asked coyly.

     Simon watched Annalise play with a baby hair near your face. “Then I’d say it’d be a cruel thing to tell a gorgeous woman no.”

[muscledgods]

[from-a-spiders-web]

Flowers in Her Hair

[uhhgoodd]

Young Woman With Sword by Jules-Élie Delaunay (1828-1891)

[the-evil-clergyman]

Judith by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1892)

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

i love it when they let jules be insane too

[slayercain]

When a straight man lashes out after dating or having sex with a trans woman, he is often afraid of the implication that his sexuality is joined to hers. When a gay man anxiously keeps trans women out of his activism or social circles, he is often fearful of their common stigma as feminine. And when a non-trans feminist claims she is erased by trans women’s access to a bathroom, she is often afraid that their shared vulnerability as feminized people will be magnified intolerably by trans women’s presence. In each case, trans misogyny displays a fear of interdependence and a refusal of solidarity. It is felt as a fear of proximity. Trans femininity is too sociable, too connected to everyone—too exuberant about stigmatized femininity—and many people fear the excess of trans femininity and sexuality getting too close. But sociability can never be confined or blamed on one person in a relationship; it’s impersonal, and it sticks to everyone. The defensive fear and projection built into trans misogyny, whether genuine or performed, is an attempt to wish away what it nonetheless recognizes: that trans femininity is an integral part of the social fabric. There will be no emancipation for anyone until we embrace trans femininity’s centrality and value.

Jules Gill-Peterson, A Short History of Trans Misogyny

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Chickens shouldn't be counted as birds, just as emus, penguins, ostriches and other flightless birds shouldn't. Agree or no?

No. Nothing in the definition of a bird says that it has to fly, or even have feathers. A bird is simply any biped that doesn't wear clothes.

Behold a bird:

(Painting of Diogenes by Jules Bastien-Lepage)

[elrondperedel]

GREY'S ANATOMY — S21E1: If Walls Could Talk

[heejinpilled]

thinking about how shawn and gus are definitely the kind of friends that have a secret code word for if either one of them get trapped in a groundhog day time loop scenario

[vonlipvig]

wordle: my wife of many, many years. simple, but reliable. knows that no matter what, i always come back to her.

connections: my mistress, exciting and unforgettable. a definite thrill, but puzzling, keeps playing with my head.

mini crossword: the woman i see on the train every day, our eyes meeting before she disembarks. alluring and promising, but fleeting.

strands: coworker i fuck in the storeroom, only to regret it later. weird, probably drunk. very flexible.

[julietsbody]

toji fushiguro never understood the importance of skincare, he thought the ritual of products you would lather on your face daily and nightly was stupid. he always had to wait in bed for you to finish putting on some ridiculous product like snail mucin or niacinamide. the fuck does niacinamide do? 

“c’mon, yer takin’ too long,” he groans from the bed, nearly dozing off but keeping himself awake because he knows he can never get a proper night’s sleep without you. 

“eye cream, ‘toj!” you call out, and toji only rolls his eyes, turning to the other side with his back facing you. he was so petty. 

but maybe toji starts to understand it when he somehow comes across something saying that cum is good for your skin, just as good as any other skincare product. it did the job, probably even did it better. maybe he starts to understand it when he’s gripping your hair so tight you’re scared he’s ripping it out while slamming his cock into the back of your throat. he’s been so pent up, so frustrated and in need of relief, and of course you had offered it to him just before bed, just before you put all your skincare on. 

perfect, this was perfect. toji grunts out a string of curses from the sight of drool dripping off your chin, sticky strings of saliva connecting to his cock, forming globs at his balls then leaking onto the floor. you both were always so messy with head, it was borderline disgusting, he liked using your mouth like a fleshlight. “yeah, yeah, take it all, know you can, girl. slutty throat can take anythin’.” 

you hum around his dick, and he’s so close. that’s when he pulls out, ignoring the fact that your mouth tries to chase his dick to take it back in, as well as ignoring the confused expression knitting your brows together when he starts pumping his dick, right over your face. then it clicks, he’s going to cum on your face. but your skincare!! 

doesn’t matter, hot strings of cum are already making contact onto your skin, sticking to the flesh there and marking it’s territory. toji grunts at the sight, his cum nearly coating your face just like any other product would. he takes his hand off his dick just to smear his load all over your face, “there ya go, pretty, this is the only skincare you need, yeah?” 

[lezkissgifs]

Grey’s Anatomy S21E01 (2024)

[ghelgheli]

In contrast with professional drag queens, who were only playing at being women onstage, [Esther] Newton learned that the very bottom of the gay social hierarchy was the province of street queens. In almost total contrast to professional queens, street queens were "the underclass of the gay world." Although they embraced effeminacy, too, they did so in the wrong place and for the wrong reason: in public and outside of professional work. As a result, Newton explained, the street queens "are never off stage. Their way of life is collective, illegal, and immediate." Because they didn't get paid to be feminine and were locked out of even the most menial of nightlife jobs, Newton observed that their lives were perceived to revolve around "confrontation, prostitution, and drug 'highs'." Even in a gay underworld where everyone was marked as deviant, it was the sincere street queens who tried to live as women who were punished most for what was celebrated-and paid-as an act onstage. When stage queens lost their jobs, they were often socially excluded like trans women. Newton explained that when she returned to Kansas City one night during her fieldwork, she learned that two poor queens she had met had recently lost their jobs as impersonators. Since then, they had become "indistinguishable from street fairies," growing out their hair long and wearing makeup in public-even "passing" as girls in certain situations," in addition to earning a reputation for taking pills. They were now treated harshly by everyone in the local scene. Most people wouldn't even speak to them in public. Professional drag queens who didn't live as women still had to avoid being seen as too "transy" in their style and demeanor. One professional queen that Newton interviewed explained why: it was dangerous to be transy because it reinforced the stigma of effeminacy without the safety of being onstage. "I think what you do in your bed is your business," he told Newton, echoing a middle-class understanding of gay privacy, "[but] what you do on the street is everybody's business."

The first street queen who appears in Mother Camp is named Lola, a young Black trans girl who is "becoming a woman,' as they say'." Newton met Lola at her dingy Kansas City apartment, where she lived with Tiger, a young gay man, and Godiva, a somewhat more respectable queen. What made Godiva more respectable than Lola wasn't just a lack of hormonal transition. It was that Godiva could work as a female impersonator because she wasn't trying to sincerely live as a woman. Lola, on the other hand, was permanently out of work because being Black and trans made her unhireable, including in female impersonation. When Newton entered their apartment, which had virtually no furniture, she found Lola lying on "a rumpled-up mattress on the floor" and entertaining three "very rough-looking young men." These kinds of apartments, wrote Newton, "are not 'homes.' They are places to come in off the street." The extremely poor trans women who lived as street queens, like Lola, "literally live outside the law," Newton explained. Violence and assault were their everyday experiences, drugs were omnipresent, and sex work was about the only work they could do. Even if they didn't have "homes," street queens "do live in the police system."

As a result of being policed and ostracized by their own gay peers, Newton felt that street queens were "dedicated to "staying out of it" as a way of life. "From their perspective, all of respectable society seems square, distant, and hypocritical. From their 'place' at the very bottom of the moral and status structure, they are in a strategic position to experience the numerous discrepancies between the ideals of American culture and the realities." Yet, however withdrawn or strung out they were perceived to be, the street queens were hardly afraid to act. On the contrary, they were regarded by many as the bravest and most combative in the gay world. In the summer of 1966, street queens in San Francisco fought back at Compton's Cafeteria, an all-night venue popular with sex workers and other poor gay people. After management had called the police on a table that was hanging out for hours ordering nothing but coffee, an officer grabbed the arm of one street queen. As the historian Susan Stryker recounts, that queen threw her coffee in the police officer's face, "and a melee erupted." As the queens led the patrons in throwing everything on their tables at the cops-who called for backup-a full-blown riot erupted onto the street. The queens beat the police with their purses "and kicked them with their high-heeled shoes." A similar incident was documented in 1959, when drag queens fought back against the police at Cooper's Donuts in Los Angeles by throwing donuts-and punches. How many more, unrecorded, times street queens fought back is anyone's guess. The most famous event came in 1969, when street queens led the Stonewall rebellion in New York City. Newton shares in Mother Camp that she wasn't surprised to learn it was the street queens who carried Stonewall. "Street fairies," she wrote, "have nothing to lose."

Jules Gill-Peterson, A Short History of Trans Misogyny

[the-evil-clergyman]

Lady Godiva by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1891)