#mutuals im Hollering

[bonesjangle]

tipsy and tempted to text the straight boy somebody save me

[yuriwarrior]

woag that tim post i made is getting some traction. gotta speak my truth and say that i dont really care for him.

[lurkiestvoid]

sorry guess I wasn't done but like.

the ability to feed my child is literally basically a big lever in Elon's big fuckin baby hands right now. That's... a whole entire Thing in and of itself that is sending me whole into space.

and he fully intends on throwing that lever, is announcing his intent to pull that lever, and short of our own military intervening it's just ... going to happen.

my wife's going to be forcibly medically detransitioned with that lever.

and, we'll be rawdogging these hyperinflated ego-tarriff'd grocery+medical prices with two whole dependents, one of which is a multiply-disabled senior, with suddenly zero income or support.

I feel like I'm not asking much to just be allowed my own corner where I grieve this shit. I have no platform to speak of, I'm not directing any kind of discussion, and my grief (nor how I occasionally may need to laugh about it) isn't any indication that I'm either not taking this seriously or am taking it too seriously.

I'm just a person, yelling into my personal void. Sometimes I may be wrong or hypocritical or over-angry or cursing a lot. It has no bearing on anything beyond me, at least not anywhere near the weight of 10k+ note posts.

Anyways. I don't have really any of my own art shared here, but this week I'm probably going to be cranking that out as much as possible so I can open up emergency commissions and, y'know, have any kind of work to show for it. I've primarily always been a physical artist and mostly just dabbled with digital, but canvas and paint costs money, so. let's get this bread I guess

I can't figure out how to articulate exactly how I feel about this, but maybe I can generally outline the vague concept of it:

- Trump makes massive sweeping changes

- people obviously react in "oh shit" fashion for a variety of reasons

- The gargantuan Funding Freeze gets "paused" by a Judge

- there is a surge of "see? Y'all react too quick, this is what's supposed to happen, it'll get tied up in the courts it's fine" posts across social media (with a simultaneous rise of 'see? Dems/libs exaggerated as usual' posts in Regressive +/ Authoritarian chambers)

- the White House 'walks back the text' of the memo but insists its effects are in full force and will be enforced (???? lol????)

- the courts are ??? scrambling (lol of course they are, how??? can they enforce??? when the whole government just says "lol nah"?? this was The Point Of Restructuring And Loyalty Testing And Everything Else)

- Elon Musk begins seizing literal control of entire internal US systems including sensitive info on all 2.3 million workers AND THE WHOLE TREASURY

- relative confused silence

- Musk is now 'prepared' to 'terminate all grants' himself

- truly and genuinely: what the fuck

- check social media

- 'this is all the Dems' fault and no one else's'

- close social media

[Day 13]

[cuntphoric]

fine i come bearing gifts despite of ur actions

gifts

gifts

so many gifts

gifts for damien

oh so many giifts

to a prosperous life as mutuals <3

LOTTAAAA THANK YOU MWAAAHHH

gifts

HELLOOO?? HITTING THE CERVIX? THAT DICK MUUUST BE GOOD the tables little shake the whimpering the arms getting pulled back PHEWWW sandwich me in that sex

gifts

okay i already have a huge huge huge oral fixation and this just fuels it even more BECAUSE THE JITTERING AND HER TONGUE ON HIS NIPPLES oh yeah #cleanupaislemypants

so many gifts

lord her finger fucking AND sucking him is deadass so hypnotizing like you have NO IDEA how much i love femdoms also the part where she just eats his ass out IM HOLLERING

gifts for damien

WET PANTIES 🗣🗣🗣 also him pumping himself and then pushing it in and then repeating that until he just puts him in there is so AUHH HELP ME SAVE ME FREE ME thats so. thats just so. ALSO HER GAPS WHEN HE DOES IM S(C)REAMING SO LOUD PLEASE + his dick is super pretty just saying

oh so many giifts

all i need to say is her tongue & fingers im giggling shes so fine with it PLEASE I LOVE IT WHEN GIRLS ARE DOMINATE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE this is just beautiful

to a prosperous life as mutuals <3

pussy eaters rise UP we're eating good tn

[dckweed]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, bob floyd

summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.

warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut, reader has anxiety!

this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.

this took quite a bit to get out huh? lol anyway send in requests for bob and sunny if you have any my loves!

series masterlist here, series playlist here, comment on part one for the taglist!

PART THREE: bagman. 

Purple and pink lights covered the dark stage, following your movements as you strode across it dressed in nothing but some white strappy heels with cute little cherries on them and a lacey red lingerie set. You had opted for a short wig that night, a blunt bob and in all honesty it made you feel like a whole new person as you stared out at the slightly crowded seating area next to the stage. Rowdy men were hollering already, slapping bills down onto the black top of the stage before you had even touched the pole yet, they were loving it. 

Music starts and you block out the crowd, moving your body to the beat as you do a routine you’ve been practicing in the couple of weeks you’ve been off, wanting to change up your dances for your regulars a little bit. You dance for nearly five songs, your new routine a big hit amongst the crowd and as you stride off of it, stopping to shake your ass here and there in front of who you deemed as deserving gentlemen, picking up handfuls of bills every time you did. The stage was absolutely covered in them, and you couldn’t have been more thrilled. You were fairly certain that there was enough her for you to be able to call it a night if you wanted to, you knew your boss wouldn’t mind if you went home early, he was still iffy about you coming in with a bruise still showing anyway (even though you perfectly covered it with makeup). A stage hand passes you with a big bag as you make your way off stage, the lights off as they go to clear up the money that you couldn’t grab. 

You were headed to the dressing room, needing a break after 5 songs but you’re stopped by your boss, Edwin. “You looked good out there Sunny,” He says an arm popping around your shoulder as the older gentlemen lead you away from the direction you were trying to go. You lean into him head on his shoulder. “Always a crowd pleaser, you are, you were missed during you time off.” 

You smile at his words, despite his hard appearance Edwin was actually a really kind man and he had taken you under his wing when you first came to town, had given you your job illegally even though you had just barely turned 21 and because of it you had grown close. If Bob hadn’t come to your aid the night that your pice of shit ex boyfriend had gone to town on you, you know that Edwin would have (even though he was in the middle of running the club) and he almost did when you called him the next day to tell him what happened. 

“I know it’s your first night back, and you wanted to take it easy,” He says, stopping you in the doorway just before the main floor of the club, where patrons were milling about as the stage hands finished clearing your set. “But you seemed to have caught the attention of one of those ship boys over there by the bar,” He points towards a group of them and you purse your lips, thanking god that none of them looked like Bobby from this angle. “Requested Ivy Wild for a private dance, told him you’re the boss when it comes to that..”

You sigh at the mention of being requested by name, looking back towards the dressing room. You weren’t sure how much you made from your stage appearance yet, not until you counted it, but you knew that if you did a half hour private dance that you’d walk away with three hundred at the least..you couldn’t say no to that kind of money. 

“I’ll take him, put him in room four.” You say, before turning on your heel to head towards the dressing room. “I’m gonna go freshen up real quick before I head in there.” 

The room is dark when you enter, nothing but a dim blue light around the ceiling to light up the room, casting shadows across the firm leather couches and the man lounging across them. You slink your way into the room, coy smile splaying across your lips. 

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing..” The man says, leaning back against the couch. He spreads his legs slightly as he does. He’s clad in dark jeans and a crisp white button up that is so tight you can practically see the outline of his abs through the fabric. You can’t see his face in the shadows but you can tell from his voice and the way he manspreads that he’s handsome, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little excited. “You gonna dance f’me?” 

If you listened close enough he even sounded a little bit like Bobby and for some reason, that made your face flush. “You gonna follow the rules pretty boy?” You flirt, moving your hips to the music that was playing softly in the room, standing just barely in front of him. “You can look but you can’t touch, got it?”

“Whatever you say, hot stuff..” He seems to sigh almost dreamily as you start putting on a show for him. 

You touch your body, letting your hands travel down it as you swing your hips to the beat, putting on a routine for him. Just as you’re about to give him a lap dance, ready to straddle your lean legs one either side of his thick thighs he reaches out for you, fingertips brushing the bare skin of your midriff. “Aht, Aht-” You say, pushing him back with your foot on his chest, your heel digging into the muscular expanse. “No touching, pretty boy..” 

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here..” 

When you leave the room fifteen minutes later, it’s with a self righteous smirk across your lips. You had made the man cum in his pants with your lap dance and you hadn’t even let him touch you, it was a rarity but you loved when it happened, it was quite the ego boost if you were being honest with yourself. You could have done without the three hundred and fifty that he had left for you and just rode the high of a stroked ego for the rest of the night, but you took it anyway and shoved it in the bag that the stage hands had left by your locker. You would count it out when you got home, you were ready to leave and you were positive you already made over a grand tonight, there was no need to stay other than to see to the other girls but they all seemed okay with themselves tonight. 

You poke your head into Edwin’s office and bid him goodbye on your way out, making your way to the employee parking lot afterwards where you parked your car, It’s a surprisingly short drive home given the time, and when you park your car on the side of the street outside of the building, you’re surprised to see Bob out, Cosie’s leash in hand. 

“Hey, Bobby!” You say cheerfully, hopping out of the car with your duffle bag and bag of cash in hand. He turns at hearing your voice, as though he was startled. 

“Sunny, you getting home early or late?” Yeah, the man earlier sounded almost exactly like him, you think and can’t help but smile. He holds the door open for you and lets you walk in ahead of him after you stop and stoop down to pet Cosie. 

“Early, told Edwin I wanted to take it easy..” You say, walking through the lobby of the building to the elevator with him. He hits the button for you too. You notice the way he looks at you when you mention Edwin and you remember that you never told him much about the club. “Edwin is the owner of the club, my boss..and he’s kind of like my dad in a way though thats a little weird to say because he sees me in lingerie all night..” You weren’t sure where the sudden rambling came from, perhaps it was a reaction to him putting his hand against your lower back to usher you into the elevator before him, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that lingered in your nostrils but damn it made you feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. 

He hums as he punches the button for your guys’ floor, adjusting the leash to his other hand as Cosie rubs against your legs. You were still clad in your strappy heels, feeling too impatient to stop and take them off. He does the thing with his hand again to user you off of the elevator before him and you just about die on the spot, what is it with you? Was gentlemanly behavior really that big of a thing for you?

Within a few moments you’re at your door, his just a few steps farther than yours and he stops, holding your bag without a word as you shove your key into the lock and bully the door open. You open your mouth to say goodnight but find yourself saying something else entirely. “Do you wanna come in? Help me count all this maybe?” You hold up the bag of cash, and he glances down at it, soft smile on his handsome face. 

“Sure.” He finds himself saying, even though he has work in a few hours. You’re just so sweet with your damn eyes and flushed little cheeks that he can’t say no. 

The next few hours are filled with him sitting with you on your living room floor, sprawled out in front of the couch, piles of money in front of the both of you. You had gone and changed into a small pair of pajama shorts with little red hearts on them and a white tank top, but not before having him take photos of your heeled feet for you so you could post it on your instagram. 

“It’s almost four..” You whisper, your head leaned against his shoulder. You guys had stayed on the floor and you found yourself leaning against him as our eyes drooped, tired from you first day back at work but not wanting to fall asleep just yet. You listened to him tell you stories about his job, and you fell in love with how much he loved his job, how happy it made him. 

“You sleepy, Sunny?” He murmurs, that Montana accent thick. He turns his head to look down at you, almost wishing that he hadn’t because from this angle and in this lighting he could pretty much see through your shirt and it was all he could do not to pop a boner right here next to you at the sight of your pert nipples and supple tits. 

You hum in response, already on the cusp of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember is him shifting, his warm arm coming to wrap against your shoulder as if pulling him farther against him. 

By the time you wake the next morning, he’s long gone, though he’s left you in his hoodie that you don’t remember putting on and with Cosie. You can’t help but pout at his absence, having found yourself more comfortable with someone you were fake dating than anyone you had ever actually dated. You were surprised that you had fallen asleep, that you hadn’t woken when he left and when you check your phone, you’re even more surprised to find a text message with a photo of a sleeping you attached, your head against his chest, eyes closed and peaceful..

Navy Dude: thought i would take something for my own instagram..see you tonight..

You couldn’t help but giggle, breathing in his scent as you read the message and immediately going to check his instagram account before making yourself busy for the rest of the day by taking Cosie on a long walk and doing your pilates work out in the living room, practically counting down the hours until he would arrive to take you to meet his friends. Your first official date as a fake couple. 

You’re just struggling into a cute little yellow dress sun dress when you hear your door open and Cosie give a happy yip, with your arms cocked behind you, you glance towards your bedroom door, hearing his footsteps fall down the hallway. “Bobby?” You call out, almost a whine. “I can’t get my dress zipped..” 

He’s in your room in a matter of seconds, his long and lithe body taking up your doorway. He’s in his service uniform, the tan khaki’s littered with different colors of pins that you would have to ask him about later. You thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but he looked downright drool worthy when he wore his flight suit home, though you assumed they hadn’t done any flying today. 

“Let me help,” He murmurs as you stand in front of him. He bats your hands away before gently moving your loose hair over one shoulder, out of the way of the zip. “Dress looks real pretty..” His fingertips trail down the exposed skin of your back and you suck in a breath, chills going down your spine as they go up, up, up, stopping just between your shoulder blades. 

“Do I look okay?” You ask softly, smoothing out the flowy skirt that just barely went past your mid-thigh as you turned to face him, looking up at the taller man. You had put on enough makeup to cover up what was left of your bruises, but not nearly as much as you had worn at work last night. You were meeting friends, there was no need to paint your face like you would at work. You weren’t sure if you should put on more though, you wanted to look okay for him, you wanted him to have his friends’ approval. 

“You look gorgeous,” He murmurs, corners of his lips turning up as he looks down at you. You were practically chest to chest by that point, you would call it an almost intimate moment. His hand comes up from his side, fingertips grazing against the skin of your cheek before brushing your hair behind your ear, you blush as you notice yourself leaning into his touch slightly. “Think you look real pretty in yellow, Sunnygirl..” 

“Thank you..” You breathe, not realizing that you had somehow moved close enough to him that your noses were practically touching, him stopped down towards you. It wouldn’t take much for your lips to brush together now, just lean into him a little farther, and you would have too if Cosie hadn’t barked from your feet, scaring you so badly that you jump about a foot in the air, cheeks flushing as you realize that you had been about to kiss him and he hadn’t even tried to stop you. 

“Right, so,” You clear your throat, turning to go back to your closet for a pair of matching sandals. “Why don’t I go walk Cosie while you change and then I’ll meet you by your truck?”

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah,” He says, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he turns, his own cheeks flushing red. “You do that, i’ll be right down..” 

Nearly forty-five minutes later, he’s pulling his silverado into a parking spot near an old Bronco, throwing the shifter into park. You take in a deep breath, looking over at him. “This is it.” You say, the whole scheme that you two had cooked up finally feeling real to you. The man next to you nods, taking his keys from the ignition and shoving them down into his pocket. “Alright Bobby, let’s do this.” 

The parking lot isn’t overly crowded, but the patrons inside the bar are loud as you walk up to it. Your nerves get the better of you the closer you get to the front doors, your hands shaking with anxiety and you try to channel it into smoothing down your dress skirt but it does no good. Bob notices though, and suddenly he’s sliding his much larger hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay, Sunny.” He says, and you smile up at him feeling like a fool. You hadn’t realized that your anxiety was so noticeable, you thought you had been better at hiding it. 

Before you cn respond to him, he’s pushed open the doors of the bar, stepping in first to hold it open for you, his hand not leaving yours once. Almost immediately there’s a call of his name traveling throught he air and the sounds of chairs scraping and before you know it you’re surrounded by a few big, buff dudes and a bubbly girl who looks the most excited to meet you. 

You do your rounds of introductions, Phoenix gives you a big hug, ripping your hand from Bob’s in the process and practically lifting you off of the ground, and though you’re meeting her under the guise of being his girlfriend, you know that you’re going to be good friends.

Rooster gives you a firm handshake, his ginormous hand enveloping yours as he smiles down at you. You take in his features, he’s quite handsome despite the scarring on his face (that you desperately want to ask questions about, though you keep it to yourself) and you notice the lack of a ring on his hand or on the dog tags looped around his neck, peaking out of the top of the white undershirt he had put on under his loose hawaiian shirt. You think he’d be a good match for one of your friends and you make a mental note to ask Bob about it later. 

Coyote is gentle, and quite sweet but he’s a bit of a flirt and you feel yourself leaning more into Bob while you’re talking with him briefly, wanting it to look like you weren’t available (because technically to them, you weren’t). He introduces you to who you realize is one of his best friends next, Hangman, or as you had heard Bob call him, Bagman. He’s still wearing his uniform, and when he shakes your hand he gives you a charmingly sweet smile that you just know makes the girls weak in the knees, but when he talks to you? Your stomach drops to your knees.”Hey there, pretty thing..” He must know it too, because he smirks at you, that accent heavy. 

You swallow thickly, turning to Bob. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink, I’ll be right back, baby..” You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek for show before heading over to the bar. “Shot of tequila, please..” You say to the woman tending bar, leaning against it as you let out a breath. 

Bob’s friend was the man you had given a private dance to last night..the man who you had made cum in his own pants. How fucking bad could this get, you wondered? You hadn’t exactly lied when you told Bob’s friends that you were a dancer, you just hadn’t exactly specified what kind of dancing you did for a living, not expecting that one of his friends would be one of your customers. 

She sets the shot glass down in front of you just as you feel a presence behind you, directly behind you. His body was solid and warm as he put his arms on either side of yours, boxing you in. 

“Does he know?” His voice his quiet in your ear, making your body go stiff. You were uncomfortable, but you knew that he wasn’t going to hurt you or touch you in anyway. 

“That I made you cum in your pants?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow as you turn to face him. His head was right next to yours, eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “No, Bagman, I don’t think he does, and I don’t think he needs to either.” You knock back your shot, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. “Just like I don’t think your group of friends needs to know that you spent your sunday night getting a lap dance from a stripper, now do they?”

You must win whatever stand off this is because after a moment his moves his arms, letting you brush past him. You hear him ask for a round of beers from the woman, and to put your shot on his tab as you make your way back to Bob who gives you a questioning look, you realize he must have seen the whole encounter. You lean up to kiss his cheek as you come back, his arm going around your waist firmly as you whisper to him that you needed to tell him something when you guys got home. You honestly thought it was funny, but you were sure that he was going to be freaked out. 

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[leclsrc]

i love your proposal drabbleeee! could i get another about time based one where theyre planning the wedding? happy 1k!! i love u and the movie so much<3

honeymooning – cl16

You find a creative way to quickly plan your wedding.

auds here... ik i said that was the last req but i have so many im just ignoring jshdhs and i just rewatched about time so this was Birthed... sorry

“We’ve officially broken the world record for time spent engaged and not married,” you announce, walking into the living room of your flat in a hoodie and loose pajamas. 

Charles looks up from where he’d been reviewing something—finances for the team, if you recall correctly—and adjusts his reading glasses (that he will never admit he has to use.) And he laughs, like this is all a joke. You place your hands on your hips, rolling on the balls of your feet as you stare at him menacingly.

“I am not joking. The only thing we’ve—you’ve—decided about our wedding is that I’m going to be walking down the aisle to some weird song you heard in The Godfather.”

“A lovely song,” he interjects, watching you walk until you’re just a few metres in front of him.

“Absolutely not.” You pause, breathing slowly. “And we have no other mutual free days for a while. So here’s the deal—for every decision you make about the wedding, I take one article of clothing off.”

He laughs outwardly, nodding and setting aside the thick stack of paper he’d been perusing. “Deal. You have my attention.” He settles further into the chair, staring at  you with want and amusement.

“Um, okay. Where do we get married?” You smile.

“Italy. Everyone knows everyone here in Monaco, and everywhere else is too far.”

“Okay,” you agree, wrestling the hoodie off and revealing your bra underneath. “Good.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says quickly before you slide into the next prompt.

“Sweet talker,” you retort, settling your thumbs into the drawstring of your trousers and readying them to pull downward. “Alright. Band or DJ?”

“Oh, shit.” He thinks. “Band. It’s got to be band. And if that goes to shit we plug in a phone and play Spotify the rest of the night.”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Smart,” you huff out, pulling your pajamas down. He stares, eyes running up and down, anticipatory. Fingers make their way to the clasp of your bra and you mull over the next question. You’ve both settled on a few things—catering and cake and the like—so you skip over those. Then you remember the reason why your guestlist remains unfinished and unfinalized.

“Best man?”

“Oh, nooo,” he moans. “Damn, no.”

“I need an answer,” you sing-song, playing with the clasp. “Or these stay covered all night.”

“It’s too hard, beautiful,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “Okay. Fuck, okay—Joris.”

“Your choice,” you say, brows raised.

“He’s going to make a fool out of me during his speech, isn’t he.”

“Very likely.”

“Okay, no—Lorenzo.”

“You sure?”

“No—no, Pierre. Pierre.” He nods once. “Pierre.”

“Pierre, final answer,” you say smilingly, unclasping your bra. He smiles, giddy when he finally gets to see almost all of you.

“Yeeee—no, no, Lorenzo.”

“What?!” Your hands flee to cover your breasts and you narrow your eyes at him. “You are such a—that is cheating. Cheating!”

He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders as if to say what can you do. You roll your eyes, but maintain composure, nodding slowly. “Alright… oh, honeymoon.”

“Uh, uuuh—five days in Paris,” he says eventually, grinning.

“Oh, these panties are not coming off for Paris.” Granted, it’s a beautiful city, but both you and Charles are there nearly all the time for work, and it’s so near Monaco it’s basically the same thing. 

“It’s all I can do for my schedule,” he retorts, insistent. “Take off your panties.”

He has a glint in his eye that strikes both amusement and competition in you.

“I will not,” you shoot, smiling and stepping backwards once, hands still covering your chest.

“Take! Off! Your panties!” He hollers, getting up and making a beeline for you. You squeal, turning around and bounding up the stairs toward your bedroom; he’s hot on your tail, laughing.

“Never!” You yelp, a high-pitched sound as you take refuge in the bedroom. “I want three weeks in Hawaii!” 

[silentmacabre]

IMAGINE ☁️

art donaldson x fem reader (y/n) // slow burn // foundation/universe building // gym romance // college!art // quick read (~900 words)

(a/n: I am such a sucker for reciprocated crushes and mutually nervous meet-cutes so I had to write one with stanford!art. pls let me know what you think and drop any imagine prompts you have in the comments!)

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walking into the gym was always somewhat of an embarrassing routine. digging your id card out from the bottom of your bag as keys and coins jingle, receipts shuffling to the side. scanning the card, you offer a ginger smile to the girl behind the desk who doesn't bother to look up from her phone.

on the way to the locker room you pass the weight racks. a group of about six tall, fit boys hollering and talking amongst themselves captures your briefest attention. recognizing a few from around campus, however, only furthers your social anxiety. the first few people file past you into the yoga studio, unrolling lush mats that match their water bottles and headphones.

rushing to the locker room now you turn the corner sharply and hit something solid with a thud.

“shit! im sorry i-” he instinctively grasps your upper arms, prepared to hold you steady.

you look up, frozen from the interaction. the blonde haired boy’s expression is soft and you can’t help but notice his eyes. his pupils are wide despite the blinding fluorescents that line the gym, each iris speckled with different spots of turquoise and mahogany.

“it’s okay!” you rush to offer.

his hands relax their grip, his thumbs in delay as they trail over and then off your shoulders.

you attempt another pained smile like the one offered to the receptionist except this time it’s met with a sweet, slanted grin. his jaw hangs slack slightly, lips parted in anticipation of conversation when another boy, slightly bigger and with a mess of brown curls, turns the corner from the men’s locker room.

“art, man…” he says gruffly, slapping the boy in front of you firmly on the back with both hands. he makes no effort to move.

the taller boy enters your field of vision and his steps halt, eyebrows raised then corrected.

“oh- my bad.”

both boys stand in front of you now, obstructing your path to the girl’s room. adjusting your grip on your yoga mat you clear your throat, the weight of their gaze finally too much to bear.

“well excuse me,”

“oh! sure yeah,” the blonde boy shuffles aside, his friend slowly following suit. “…wouldn’t want to, uh- miss that,” he stutters lazily pointing at the mat under your arm. he lets out an anguished, embarrassed sigh as his friend stifles a laugh.

your eyes lock a final time, the bridge of your nose rosy and hot. as you disappear into the stillness of the girls’ room you hear the two boys speaking in hushed voices.

“who was THAT?” a voice you can only attribute to the brown haired boy asks.

“I- I don’t know. I think she’s in my math?” his voice like gravel, words spoken carefully.

“she’s bangin’, dude.”

“c’mon man…”

“what!”

this observation of you in your self described “frumpiest” state makes your ears burn, the back of your neck prickle with sweat and nerves of having been truly seen.

shoving your belongings into a locker, you collect your water and yoga mat. on your way out of the room you pause at a mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

‘I guess im not too bad,’ you allow.

-

as class winds down, you lie flat on your back allowing the melodic whine of the music to rock you gently as you catch your breath. consciously loosening every muscle in your body one after the other, you open your eyes to sneak a look at the others in the class, all lost in their own moments of reflection alongside you. a series of laughs moving through the hallway causes a few of them to open their eyes but their interest quickly wanes. instead, your eyes trail out the door just as the boys from earlier make their way past. their biceps glisten with sweat and otherwise floppy hair sticks to their temples.

a particularly ragged mane of gold glues your eyes to him. his dimples are deep, his flushed lips framed by smile lines as he grins, deep in conversation. your chest rises and falls faster now, seeing him, remembering his hands fixing you in place.

before he’s out of view again, he turns to peek into the class room, eyes dancing from student to student and finally landing on you. the undeniability of your eye contact forces his head down, the beginnings of a blush dusting his cheeks just as he is out of sight.

you release a breath you hadn’t realized you held at the sight of him. he made you nervous, that much was apparent, but why?

-

leaving, the gym feels emptier without the chime of boys’ abrasive cackles. stepping out into cool autumn air, you’re about to start back to your apartment when you see it.

leaning against a fence post lost in something on his phone it’s as if he can sense you’re there. looking up, his blue eyes seem darker under the cloudy afternoon sky but the smile that pulls at his lips is profound.

“hi,”

he had waited just to see you again.

“can I walk with you?”

-

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[txttletale]

this is a question that on other blogs would likely get me exploded with hammers but you seem nice and i swear im just genuinely just trying to understand, but do you have any thoughts on why marxist-leninists are so dismissive of anarchists?

first of all i'd like to preface that i think that marxist-leninists being dismissive of anarchists (and conversely anarchists hollering about evil tankies) is something that is much more common among Posters Online than among people of either political persuasion who are actually meaningfully involved in communist organization -- if 'anarchist' or 'Marxist-Leninist' is primarily an online identity to you, then you're likely to want to signal that identity by loudly and pointlessly disdaining a designated out-group -- if anarchist or marxist-leninst praxis is something you actually do, you will quickly realize, however much you disagree or even dislike the other tendency, that for most practical purposes you will be much served working together when it comes to any anticapitalist or antifascist action.

secondly i'd also like to add that i, personally, am much more tolerant of anarchists than most marxist-leninists even by the standards of actual organizing. i have mutuals, friends, and comrades who are anarchists -- while i believe that the differences between marxism-leninism and anarchism are irreconcilable in a revolutionary situation, i believe that in the vast majority of the world the situation is so far from revolutionary that there is no material or practical conflicts between marxist-leninists and what lenin called "the best of the anarchists". many anarchists have made incisive and useful critiques of capitalism and even of socialist projects (even though i think those critiques are weakened by the anarchist inability to provide a viable alternative).

all that out of the way, here are some problems that i (and other marxist-leninists) have with anarchists:

#1: class-blind & idealistic theoretical frameworks. a lot of anarchists tend to view political systems and articulate criticisms in terms of extremely abstract ideas about 'power', 'authority', and 'hierarchy'. this flattens a lot of substantially different class relationships into broad and inexact categories such as 'domination' -- the result of this is that anarchists lose sight of class relations and the material basis from which power emerges and is maintained. often they will psychologize these elements, explaining systems and the way they function by projecting a psychoanalytical framework onto the holders of power. i find these analyses usually produce incoherent and politically useless truisms. being based purely on ideals and not on materialism leads a lot of these anarchist suppositions to tie themselves into knots -- as engels said, "a revolution is the most authoritarian thing there is", yet many anarchists are revolutionary (supporting the violent seizure of power from the bourgeoisie) but viciously opposed to the DoTP (the violent maintenance of power over the bourgeoisie), with the imo totally incoherent rationale that the latter is 'authoritarian' while the former is not.

#2: individualism. anarchists are generally very concerned with 'individual freedoms' and the importance of the individual as a political unit -- as i often say on this blog, i deny the individual as a meaningful political unit. to me 'liberation' means the working class as a whole being able to live comfortably without the threat of death hanging over their heads if they fail to sell their labour -- 'freedom' is only meaningfully possible when there is a liberation of the working class in totality. in its worst manifestation, this leads a lot of anarchists to totally reject the concept of socially necessary labour or the need for labour to be organised at all (cf. this meme)

#3: the cult of spontaneity. anarchists (obviously) do not believe in centralised organisations. i think, frankly, this is silly, because centralised organisations are the only body capable of mobilizing the working class to mass action. without centralisation, it's impossible to coordinate and act in unison -- that is, to do the very things that make any revolutionary action feasible at all. the revolutionary strategy of simply waiting for the people to 'spontaneously' rise up and install communism because they have all separately decided to is one that's, quite simply, fantastical and has no basis in reality. this holds true for action that falls short of 'armed revolution' too -- to be effective and replicable, direct action needs to be planned, deliberate, and coordinated, and this just isn't possible without an organizing body.

#4: repeating imperialist talking points. now this is not true of all anarchists -- there are lots of principled anti-imperialist anarchists in the world. however, there are also a lot of anarchists who will engage in borderline apologia for US imperialism, who will parrot lines about 'dictators' and 'totalitarian regimes', who refuse to oppose US imperialism because 'all states are the same'. this ultimately (in the most charitable interpretation) stems from #1, where the choice of whether or not to oppose US imperialism is seen mostly as a personal idealistic moral choice (decide What Is Good and What Is Bad) rather than a material choice about what political action can be taken. and of course there are many valuable critiques to be made of the USSR's many failures, and some of these critiques have been made by anarchists -- but some anarchists will descend to Black Book of Communism levels in an attempt to get one in on a strawman of 'Stalinism'

if you want a more detailed in-depth criticism of anarchism from a marxist-leninist perspective that i mostly agree with, this medium article is fantastic. but these four reasons are the main ones i -- while not dismissive of anarchists -- am not an anarchist and generally disagree with anarchist theory.

[takiberry]

Taki: Starting with this guy simply because we both have a mutual opinion. He's a mean Dom mix little shit okay!. I can't get it out of my MIND UGH, he is making me question EVERYTHING. Okay okay, so one specific thought I have about Taki is imagine you two are going to the same college/uni together and since you guys have a lot of the same classes you naturally become besties. So because of that you end up going to his place a lot to hangout. Eventually in your friendship he gains feelings for you but you're out here simping and shit for other men and he's like "uh, what about me?". And he doesn't think much about it until one night while you're at his place spending the night you two are in his room watching a movie and you're wearing his clothes as PJ's. During the movie you get a text message from this guy you're talking too not dating but talking too and Taki starts getting jealous because you're in HIS BED wearing HIS CLOTHES cuddling up to HIM. And so he's entire vibe is now off and he takes your phone from you. You try grabbing it again but he's stronger than you so now you two are wrestling around on his bed to get your phone but since he's strong he ends up pinning you down on the bed. And there's no talking, just him on top of you staring into your eyes and the voices of the actors from the movies your watching playing in the background. Both of your faces are red from blushing but it's hard to tell since the only light in the room is from the t.v. Taki leans in closer to you, his lips just barely touching yours. He cups your cheek and starts gently caressing it with his thumb as he says "why don't you ever see me?" Which makes you confused as fuck because the hell is that supposed to mean? As you question him he sighs and slowly moves his hand down tracing your curves before he stops and rests it on your waist giving it a little squeeze. And he says something about how he's a man too and shit idk I'm bad at dialogue and writing. But anyways, since you're just a cute little dumb baby and don't know what he's saying he decides to take it into his own hands to show you what he means~ And it's just a full night of him fucking you and manhandling you and calling you his dumb baby. emphasis on the HIS part by the way.

(it's not good, it's literally just me word vomiting about my thoughts on Taki-)

-🐌

im actually not okay, im yelling, hollering, kicking, punching.

I NEEEEED taki so so bad like u have no idea 🙏🏻 anon u are feeding my delusions soooo bad !! ( please do it again ty ilysm )

[lethalblow]

hi, indigenous person with brain damage here. you as a white person have no right to be throwing a slur around. it feels like you don't actually care about racism OR intellectual disability. you aren't doing anything to help us by doing this, you're honestly aiming to make it worse for us because racists don't care - they'll use you calling them the r slur to turn around and say poc are the aggressive ones, because “look at the type of people they have defending them.” it happens with nazis, it happens with TERFs, it happens with racism.

you are a white knight. even at your partner's behest, you are a white knight. please fucking stop. your partner shouldn't be encouraging this, either. you're not helping us and you are not an ally. you are unsafe for poc and intellectually disabled people.

I am not going to fuck around with this, You are being fucking dense as hell with this ask. Racists dont care if i call them retarded or if i call them a little sunshine rainbow unicorn, they're gonna use whatever I'm saying to demonize black and brown people anyway. I can and HAVE sat down IRL & tried having a god damn "civil" conversation with bitches about antiblackness, and I still get called aggressive, they claim i am being angry, even if im set in my tone and not hollering. They still will attack black&brown people for MY WORDS because white people are fragile little pussies who cry over everything regarding racism. Shut the fuck up. It does not matter what the fuck I say. You, as a nonblack person, have no right to say what is and isn't helping black people. Calling a nazi retarded is doing a HELL of a lot more than the white people reblogging posts about how scared they are of nazis. Calling somebody being antiblack retarded does a hell of a lot more than being a white bystander who just pats the black victim on their back, says, "im so sorry people are racist :(" and then go on about their day. A black mutual just got called the fucking hard R on here and y'all are mad about ME calling racist white people retard?!? Get your fucking shit TOGETHER and actually DO something about REAL FUCKING problems

[moonsromance]

i should do follow forevers for the holidays

i miss those and did them often back in the day but then ppl started getting mad and stupid as fuck about it tagging shit like follow forever tw or follower count tw. look im sorry but if u need that tagged, turn ya screen off and leave me alone. i will be appreciatin my mutuals and no hateration, holleration, or bein a lame ass-eration in this dancery will stop me.

[metamatar]

i love when my mutuals are on war with a fandom i know nothing abt im cheering and hollering and hooting and unconciously memorising their opinions so i can bother the first person i meet offline in the same fandom

[crisiscutie]

I would love to see more of petit darling, I feel like she would have a playful behavior towards Sephiroth like Zack, she would love playing tag with him and hide&seek, she would cling onto his legs when she wants something, or throw a tantrum like a child, she would be like child for him to take care off, since I imagined a darling that didn’t know a thing about ShinRa, she would get lost or interrupt him during meetings if she needs something, but Im not sure?! i need to know more about this!!

I'm captivated by the contrast between tall and short duos, especially when the shorter one is feisty and convinced they know everything. Gonna make this a soft continuation to a previous series of headcanons I did about a petite darling.

You're now more open to expressing your emotions with Sephiroth, in public and private, since the PDA rule was relaxed.

From getting angry with his subtle teases to playing (good natured) pranks on him and Genesis with Zack, you've never felt so alive.

You've been holding back your emotions until now. You're going mask off by fully expressing yourself. To hell with what anyone thinks.

You've inspired Sephiroth to become more with his emotions as well. You bring out his mischievous side a lot more especially so.

He would remain composed and aloof in public, his smirk barely visible as he calmly handled you like a pro whenever you started getting emotional, leaving you feeling frustrated even more afterwards. Ok, yes maybe you shouldn't try to fight that annoying secretary but still...

But in private? He'd even the playing ground.

When he comes home, you would joyfully holler his name from behind, although he would purposely choose to ignore you.

Despite your petite size, you will tackle him with joy, as his tall and powerful body is not easily moved, especially by someone like you.

But normally, that would still produce a response from him.

You would get nervous, tapping him gently on the shoulder when he wasn't responding.

You called Angeal in a state of panic, your voice ringing with urgency as you shouted Sephiroth's name.

...Only to have him point the obvious: Sephiroth is just ignoring you.

You were so mad after that. How dare he make you look like a fool in front of your mutual friend? Well, yes, it was obvious, but still!

So you come up with a plan to get back at him. Give him the cold shoulder later that night in bed

...But you didn't last long with that. Sephiroth knows how to use his authoritative presence to get you to respond. He can read your body language and understand you without you having to say a word.

When he asked you about your day, the lack of response told him all he needed to know. He would ask you again, his voice deepening to a low, authoritative rumble.

Your body shivered as a chill ran down your spine, but you stayed firm in your defiance, continuing to read your book while rocking your legs in the air.

You tensed, and a quiet whimper escaped as you felt the gentle caress of his fingertips from the small of your back to your delicate neck.

His hot breath hit your ear, and you could feel each strand of his silver hair tickling your skin.

He asked the same question once more, this time with an unmistakable purr in his voice, and then sealed his words with a kiss on your neck.

"I-It was good.." You blurted out. His smirk was like a fire on your neck and your face burned as you quickly moved away from him.

"...Until *YOU* started acting immature!" You shouted at him.

He would chuckle and tilt his head, assuming his position next to you on the bed.

"I'm not the antsy girl who interrupts meetings, can't stay still, or clings to someone when she doesn't get her way."

You reminded him that if you didn't do those things, he would eventually start doing them and hounding YOU for not giving him enough attention.

He would stay silent, only shrugging his shoulders and narrowing his catlike eyes, as if to question the credibility of your statement with a sly smirk.

You pouted at him, quickly shutting off the bedroom light and launching your petite, delicate body into his powerful and muscular one.

"Just hold me already!"

Even in the darkness, you could feel the warmth of his smile radiating off his face as he wrapped his arms around you and embraced you tightly.

I've always imagined a darling in general to have a similar temperament to Zack (He and Seph have a beautiful relationship, okay?). Great prompt!

[nickmpreg]

when my lesbian mutuals talk about the mediocre guy they like im whooping and hollering for everyone else it’s like okay well whatever …

[blueiight]

I appreciate that you answer book questions without being weird or condescending about it or act like you know everything re: what the show is going to do. Some parts of tvc fandom just act so patronizing towards show viewers as if they can't google or read wikipedia cause like why is there a PSA campaign going on rn warning viewers that Armand is evil (literally who doesn't know this already??). IDK what it is about L/A that makes them so weird but like are show viewers not allowed to just discover the story as it unfolds.

i cant speak for anybody but myself , least of all for blogs i dont know but im sorry u have had a hard time and i do appreciate that ive offered something to u? i always feel as though im rambling or not answering questions correctly bc ppl r always asking for clarification or tryna correct something i didnt say .. so i do appreciate hearing that something is being conveyed. theres been a habit of ppl pretending to be armand x louis fans trolling blogs on anon for a good min now. idk why now some ppl r extrapolating these anonymous trolls to be representative of the show fanbase? ive even had some of them come my way i just ignore them cuz i assume theyre trolls but if yall srs why u cockwatching 2d charas& hollering at me like im supposed to care😂 its funny tho i was thinking how both lestat and armand are introduced as antagonistic mysterious forces of terror louis [w lestat& armand] and lestat [w armand] find attractive & we get all of their perspectives/backstories and how they make sense over what theyve become.. theyre all batshit in their own ways💜 so crying tears of blood over 'whos more evil' w armand or lestat or btwn any vampire rly is stupid. while the show has reinvigorated my interest in tvc bc i wanna know what the showrunners will adapt i am not committed into my lines of speculation on what theyll do im more than willing to be proven wrong.. but i think ppl should understand some people do not have an interest in tvc or the immortal universe bc of the show, and that most of these ppl who are show-only r not represented by these handful of trolls. most ppl who watched the show know these characters have a capacity for evil, and have enough common sense that even w/o knowledge of the books they do suspect armand's manipulative ways.. i dont know how much / twe of this urge to humble armand x louis likers w #hardfacts [LOL] comes from the fact that both men in the show adaptation r men of color as much as it is them taking these trollish anons as actual representatives of common opinion lol s1 twist at the end is framed much like armand shedding the skin of rashid, like the horror is escalating anyways.. like one of my twitter mutuals said amc louis is the vampire wendi deng. i havent seen much of the bs on my tl directly, i like to think my tl is way smarter than me so they know how to conduct themselves somewhat

[birthryte]

dragon age's nathaniel howe. low-activity. by cress cresstopher cresstopherson ( he/him/hehe #DARPveteran ). 25+, mutuals only, just here for a laff mate.

rules under the belt. 🤑

expect very low and sporadic activity cus i'm like, thirty years old and have a job + dog + wife + dishes and stuff to do.

my hobbies are critical thinking and literary criticism <3 i really have no idea what to write in my rules because if i don't fw you i'll just block, how simple is that. if i don't follow back it's nothing personal i just like to keep my expectations realistic with respect to whom i'm going to have time to interact with.

i am drawn to the darker themes in dragon age and won't shy from writing them (tho let's be honest nate is kind of shall we say milquetoast in terms of the "dark themes" in dragon age LOL but that won't stop me from whooping and hollering when people want to engage that kind of thing).

my number one fave thing is cannibalism (NOT clickbait and if you follow me it means you condone it and think its super cool and sexy!!!!!!!!!!!) (joking) (am i?) (obviously) (unless...?)

i'm not that interested in "shipping" in the traditional sense but that doesn't negate interest in writing romantic things; if you think our characters would beat the shit out of each other and bang it out nasty style by all means let me know. i don't have any real interest in writing sexual encounters though cus like who cares. nathaniel is soooo old anyway he'd just throw his back out and he probably has ED. he's bisexual i guess and he lovesssss pretty women. he will probably flirt with your character if she is a pretty woman, i hate to say. you can beat him with a frying pan if you so wish, i don't mind. i'm a BIGGGGG oggie/natehead <3

im never gonna use icons dude cus i just can't be bothered. if you want to, that's fine, i'll sparingly format my writing, but any aesthetics...nah. i'm here for prose alone <3

anyway i'm honestly just here for a laff x. be easy + stay gold ponyboy

btw this is my dog her name is PRINCESS BOOGER! and shes busted as hell