#not an ounce of transphobia

[positively-peachy-143]

yk I hate Dr. Hatch but at least we know he isn't transphobic

"My name is Michael"

"A Glow by any other name is just as electric, but as you wish"

[yandereforelorn]

I am not going to let overly online mean people prevent me from thinking community and solidarity and love isn’t possible. I’ve seen that it is from my own friends and loved ones. doomscrolling is the mind killer or whatever they say

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Oh so misgendering a pedo and rapist is a bigger crime than the raping part?

It's not a bigger crime, dingus, but respecting a person's actions and respecting a person's identity are two completely different things because, surprise, everyone is capable of evil regardless of gender, sexuality, ethnicity, nationality, religion etcetera etcetera.

Besides, by purposely misgendering transgender criminals you're just signaling to innocent trans people who have not committed any crimes that the respect of their person (not actions, in case that still isn't clear), is conditional and not, you know, a basic human right. Unless you would also intentionally call a cis woman criminal a man or a cis man criminal a woman for some reason, which would be rather strange wouldn't it? Unless you want to imply that behavior and criminality/innocence is directly linked to a person's biological sex, which is quite a terf-y sentiment isn't it?

[cinnamortentia]

you and your nostalgia are not as important as the transphobia plaguing the world. fuck you & fuck the harry potter fandom.

Never did I say it was?? You assume I still support the bigot. I haven’t spent a dime on her things in years. My books and movies were bought FOR me when I was a CHILD and before she showed her true colors. My brother, best friend, nephew, and a very close friend are all trans and their safety will always come first.

Please though.

Keep acting like you know me and what I stand for.

[ohnoitsjetster]

Didn’t Herbert West technically TECHNICALLY try to baby trap Dan in Bride of Reanimator?

Thoughts?

(Im sorry this took forever to respond to. life got in the way, of my silly little words)

technically, yes. The main intention was the same. But "Baby Trap" does not even start to explain the shit Herbert pulled in Bride of Reanimator.

thoughts? you want THOUGHTS? alright how about let me break down exactly what Herbert did here:

That man stole Megan's heart from an evidence locker and stored it in his fridge. When Dan tried to leave Herbert, He offered the heart to Dan with every ounce of reverence he could deliver without getting down on one knee.

that is to say, Herbert anticipated that Dan would leave him and saw that he loved Megan. So his reaction was to steal Megan's actual physical HEART, and give it to Dan as an offering to force him to stay.

He vaguely explained that he was about to baby trap him with it, to which Dan agreed because of his blind love for Meg, and his blind love for Herbert, and because, in the words of Bruce Abbot, "no one will ever get rich overestimating Dan's bad taste."

(This could maybe be because the world of Reanimator uses weird sci-fi logic where the heart contains the person's personality or life or whatever, and it'd actually bring Meg back (even though these movies seemed pretty brain-focused thus far), in which case, pretty good manipulator leverage! nice job, Herbie! Otherwise, its either because Herbert knew Dan would like this weird creepy gesture of love, or because Herbert thought this weird creepy gesture of love was a normal and good idea, and coincidentally Dan was that same wavelength of out-of-touch freak as Herbert, because they're just meant for each other or something. That last option is my personal favorite)

So, then Herbert goes around the hospital STEALING more body parts off corpses (former patients who also presumably received some form of care and attention from Dan), trying to create Dan's perfect woman based on his shallow perception of whatever it is that straight, allosexual, relatively neurotypical men like (maybe since Herbert can't be what Dan wants romantically, he can create it for him and earn love that way (that cannot be good for His internalized transphobia)).

so then he meticulously assembles a woman like an Ikea cabinet and proceeds to give Dan the worlds most sensual elevator pitch, using... a line that he heard Dan use with his girlfriend when he was eavesdropping on them having sex. He tries to explain why this is the perfect woman for all your woman needs! Like uhhh sex, and... sex, and lawyering? maybe murder? (I guess he thinks it'd be nice to have a woman who can kill for you and defend your crimes in a court of law. That does sound useful in their situation)

Then he watched the Bride fight Francesca like some sort of underground girlfriend fighting ring, as if the larger and stronger girl would win ownership of our poor pathetic Dr Cain. Unfortunately Herbert's creation broke down to nothing when it removed its own heart to give it to Dan in the same exact gesture with which Herbert showed Dan the heart earlier.

Pure heterosexual coincidence, of course. There is absolutely nothing odd about Herbert's gift to Daniel being a grotesque amalgamation of everyone Dan loved instead of him and everything those people had to offer Dan, fueled by the pumping of Megan's heart (whom Herbert had hated and competed with), a heart both stolen and offered willingly, one both frozen and thawed, both beating and dead. There Dan stays, too close, yet too far. (am i reading into it- You Bet)

Yup. Pure coincidence. And also nothing suspicious about it being a creature created of such concentrated love, reverence, devotion, and bitter fear of rejection, that at the moment of being pushed away, it entirely self destructs because its only purpose was to love Dan and be loved by him. Its only purpose was to be perfect for Dan, to be enough for him, to be some action of Herberts blood sweat and tears that could ever be wanted by him. But of course Herbert doesn't understand Daniel - understand people - as well as he hoped too. Dan is horrified. No clearer rejection than that. If we see her as an extension of Herbert, it's obviously the last straw. Herbert truly did everything for Dan, not only was he still unlovable, but repulsive, an affront to... what have you; god, nature, some simple short-sighted ideal of what a human should be. Above that Dan could see the seams of the uncanny imitation of his past loves, and the love that laid beneath was too much for him. Too loud, too fast, too raw and bloody. So it dies. The heart is given, and thrown away.

What I'm trying to say is that shit was crazy. Herbert could have done a much more cut and dry baby trap. He could have reanimated some random kid, forcing Dan to stick around and protect it. That would have been its own special kind of fucked up and is probably a good fanfic prompt. But noooo, Herbert had to do the most psychosexual, convoluted, batshit, traumatizing, bloody, gory, and frankly unnecessary declaration of love that could be achieved by one little scientist with nothing to his name but a little green potion and every mental illness. I for one think it was a fantastic idea.

No tldr, ur just gonna have to match my freak on this one. Hope my mad ramblings made some sense. Peace and love

[jingerpi]

it's crazy to me that people have resorted to going "actually cis women love being harassed, so it's fine to do to trans women too. really they're the bad ones for making a scene about it" completely unironically without an ounce of self awareness of the sheer amount of sexism they're engaging in to justify transphobia

[limerental]

Listen, this is @the reasonable side of the Witcher fandom and not racist weirdos, we've got to STOP giving OP's like this a platform and sharing screenshots of clickbait junk article titles.

OP of this post (percistent) is most literally an alt-right blogger whose blog contains transphobia, xenophobia, racism, misogyny, etc yet I saw several Witcher bloggers sharing the post uncritically.

The article itself? A fandomwire article (notorious clickbait junk journalism) that is a poorly written rewrite of this article that they link from july 2019. Read the articles you're actively sharing outraged headlines from. Be skeptical of where your sources of pithy tidbits are coming from. Don't reblog from far right bloggers? Can we just? Use an ounce of common sense here man.

[catghoul31]

I Just Wanted To Feed Some Ducks, For Christ's Sake

Wade was just having a @poolverine-week Day 4: First Date with Logan, when out of nowhere, a close-minded jerkwad of a dad decides to harass them! He deals with it in typical Deadpool fashion, but accidentally reveals something about himself along the way. Will Logan still love him? Or will he hate him forever and ever and never, ever talk to him again??

(...Spoiler alert: everything was fine. Psh, I wasn't even worried!! Why'd you think I'd ever be worried...?)

Content Warnings: Homophobia and Transphobia (directed at logan and wade)

Read it under the cut, or on ao3!

This was probably the happiest Deadpool had been in about a decade… and all he was doing was throwing corn and peas at ducks at the park!! Oh, but his Logan was there, and today, that made all the difference. 

A couple days ago, they’d exchanged their first “I love you”s, kissed each other until their lips got sore, and signed marriage documents. That third one would’ve only been true if he’d taken Vanessa’s advice at face value, sure- but it was official now!! Deadpool and Wolverine were an item. No queerbaiting, no sending one partner to superhell, and not an ounce of homophobia to be found! This story would be really short, because it was honestly just an excuse for Wade to tell all you guys that he was feeding ducks with Wolvie right now. Wasn’t that an adorable thought in these trying times? He sure was glad no one was gonna ruin it, and he could just lean against him and kiss him on the cheek all cutely-

“Hey, what the hell-? You can’t be doing that around my kids!!”

FUCK.

Okay, Wade, calm down. Maybe there’s some other weirdo who decided to waltz over here naked or something, and that’s who he’s talking to? 

No- no, this guy was walking over to them- and there goes that cute little smile on Logan’s face. Why does this author keep making us deal with shit like this…? I just wanted to feed some ducks, for Christ’s sake!

“I don’t remember asking you, dickhead,” Logan grumbled lowly, and Wade would recognize that tone anywhere… That was only ever how he spoke if he was seconds away from introducing the claws to someone’s face!! He needed to humble this Karen-in-training now, before his peanut gave that guy a real reason to get them kicked out!!

The rando who thought he was the king of this public park scoffed at the show of aggression, crossing his arms. “No, listen to me!! I don’t care if you two want to be freaks in private, but I won’t have my children seeing this nonsense-“

“Nonsense?? We’re just feeding some ducks, lady!!” Wade interjected, stepping in between both the fuming, borderline rabid monster man and Logan. “I know that sounds concerning, but that bucket’s full of mixed vegetables! No white bread here, we know that’s bad for them, so I promise your kids won’t pick up any bad habits-“

“God, shut up!! You know exactly what I’m talking about- this gay shit… ” he hissed, as if ���gay’ was a four-letter word or something, while gesturing at them as though they were some spectacle. He really could’ve picked… any of their other adventures, if spectacle was what he wanted. He was clearly new here, since Deadpool knew he’d gotten a lot fruitier than this!! But whatever- so much for no homophobia, right?

“Oh, come on!! ” Wade said, in the middle of a few barks of laughter. “ That’s the problem you have with us?? In the year of our lord 2024… I mean, I’m a fucking merc, and you’ll probably find out what’s going on with my super-friend here if you keep bugging us,” he quipped, smirking at how fucking pissed Logan looked. He’d have no problem calming him down later, if you know what I mean… ;) But he was honestly curious- what lore was behind the stick up this man’s ass?

“Please, though, tell me how me giving this little guy a little kissy-kissy affects your children, who are currently throwing handfuls of dirt at each other 200 feet away from us where they can’t possibly see us,” Wade snarked, scratching Logan’s head as said little guy continued growling threateningly at the man. “Easy now, tiger…” he soothed, to absolutely no avail.

The loving, accepting individual in front of them cringed at the exchange before them, nearly looking ready to spit on Wade. Hey, he’d gladly open his mouth for him!! “You don’t see a single problem with this?? Ignoring how fucked up whatever that guy’s doing to me is-“

“I’ll show you fucked up, you sad, bigoted waste of-“

“Hey, hey!! We’re having a civil conversation here, Logan- I am so sorry. He’s not used to new faces, but I’ve been working on socializing him-“ Wade joked again, shutting up as soon as he felt the pricks of his claws brush his hand. They had to keep it cool, blood-free and stuff, because they had to think of the kids, right??

“-I don’t want my, or any other kid, going around thinking it’s okay for two men to be treating each other like women! God, you two are sick…”

Immediately, a lightbulb went off in Wade’s head. Without thinking, he said exactly what was on his mind, because oh my god it sounded so fucking funny to him- 

“Well… how do you know I’m not a woman?”

Dead silence followed his statement. Logan wasn’t even snarling at the dude anymore, and the dude himself was looking at him like Tails did in that one MS Paint comic panel that made him crack up every time he saw it. Fucking brilliant.

“…Because you have a penis?? What kind of question is that, you freak?!” he yelled, and Wade felt Logan tense up in defense once again.

“Woah, woah- and how do you know that?? Get your mind out of my pants- and maybe yourself away from this lake, if you want to keep your��� everything intact,” he said, tightening the arm he had around his honey badger as he glared daggers into this dickwad. Truthfully, he was this close to just letting him go- it’d be so funny!! Except his kids were supposedly here, so…

“Ohh my fucking-“ The male Karen- Kyle?- whoever he was- his brain was officially broken. Wade loved to see it!! “Just- get out!! Degenerates like you shouldn’t be allowed anywh- HOLY SHIT!!”

Snikt!! Oh, that was one of Wade’s Top 3 Favorite Sounds Of All Time for sure… and the full flash of claws from Logan finally had this dude running away with his nonexistent tail between his legs. “Awh, good boy!!” Wade praised, patting his back affectionately. “You showed him, didn’t you-?”

“Just… just shut up,” Logan said, though there wasn’t any anger in his voice anymore. Just exhaustion- and confusion? Oh… oh no… “Let’s just go home, okay, bub?”

Wade furrowed his brows- if they left now, it meant that guy won, didn’t it? But then he realized, once again- that “joke” about him possibly being a woman? Not nearly as much of a joke, as it turned out!! Did… Did Logan even know about stuff like this? Shit, he might’ve said too much in the heat of the moment… This could be bad.

“Yeah… yeah, peanut. Let’s go…”

—

An awkward silence settled over them both as they walked home. Quite unusual, since usually Wade was yapping about anything and everything whenever they’d go anywhere, even before this little date of theirs!! But he wasn’t in the mood for that- he didn’t even reach for his hand, when he’d been holding it the entire time while they were walking here. He was too anxious over what Logan must think of him now… or maybe he was worried over nothing, and Logan did really just take it as a joke? Wade really hoped that was the case…

Logan abruptly stopped in his tracks, right before they got to their apartment complex, and turned to face Wade. “Wanna tell me what that was about, bub?” he rasped, his tone just accusatory enough to have his blood pressure spiking.

“That Karen??” Wade said, hoping beyond hope that that’s what he meant. “Oh, just a dipshit in public, and you didn’t actually hurt him, so we’re probably fine-“

“No, Wade. What you said. About…” Logan shook his head, tilting his head at Wade with his brow furrowed in confusion… and concern? “…I’m sorry, I just gotta know if you… meant that. If you’d rather I call you… are- are you trans or something??”

…Okay, that was close , and technically correct- but no, Wade wasn’t a woman. Not entirely, anyways... Logan didn’t seem disgusted by the idea, so that part of Wade’s worries was able to shut up!! But… god, this was gonna get even more confusing. “I… well…” Wade paused for a second, trying to figure out how to put this.

“Not judging you here, bub. Just… trying to make sure, so I didn’t accidentally-“

“No- no!! I’m not- well… okay, you’re gonna have to stay with me here, peanut. Alright?” Wade asked, his gaze flitting away from Logan and suddenly finding the cracks in the sidewalk very, very interesting. The gruff man slowly nodded, looking at him patiently.

“I’m not… not a man. But I’m also… not not a woman, either? I might also be some secret third thing, don’t worry about it- just, I don’t really even care that much!! Trust me!! It’s just…” Wade nervously chuckled- it seemed so simple in his mind, but Logan had to be so confused right now, right? “…You don’t gotta change anything with my name or nothing, it’s just- a long while back, I kinda figured out that… my gender, it’s… more complex than just a man?? If that makes any sense…?”

Logan was looking at Wade, trying to decipher his words. As soon as Wade saw that face, his heart dropped- he knew that would all be too much too soon… Maybe he should just pretend he was joking after all? It’d be much easier that way-

“…Okay? I can’t say I’ve heard of that before, but… Wade. You know I don’t give a fuck, right?” For a moment, Wade glanced up at Logan, really hoping he wasn’t calling him ridiculous or anything. It was always hard to explain this to people, which is why he usually just… didn’t! But Logan wouldn’t have let him lie about it… he never let him lie about anything anymore!! Something about being able to “smell when he’s lying” or some shit?

“That- no, that sounded bad, what I’m trying to say is…” Logan reached forward to grab his hand again, and Wade felt his heart calm down and fill itself with butterflies at the same damn time. “If… if that’s what you are, I don’t mind. Whatever it is- you know what, just throw the Wikipedia page at me if it has a name, okay?”

Genderfluid. Wade had figured that out with Vanessa long ago, and learning what that meant, why he felt like he fit in with both men and women- but also neither category truly felt like… him? Her? Them, even-? was a massive breath of fresh air at the time. And… Logan was willing to learn. All for him…? Oh, he knew he’d picked right!! Thank God he hadn’t picked the vaguely problematic Logan from the early comic days on accident or something…

“You… you mean it, Logan? I didn’t just blow your mind in a bad way…?” Wade huffed uncomfortably, still not quite believing what he’d just said.

“Ah,” Logan waved off his concerns, stepping closer to give him a hug. Oh, he could cry- Logan hugs were the best… “You’re still Wade, aren’t ya? We’re mutants- people like him hate us for a lot of reasons. Just because I don’t understand something… doesn’t mean it’s any of my business. And- bub…” He stepped back a bit, giving Wade that soft, caring look that always melted his heart. “I’ll try my best to understand. For your sake, alright? I love you…”

Wade genuinely smiled, for the first time since that shitbag ruined their nice day out. “I love you too, peanut. Thanks… really. This means a lot…” he muttered, squeezing him tight before he pulled away.

In return, Logan gave Wade’s hand a tight squeeze. God- always had to try and break his fingers, huh? “No problem, bub…” He muttered something under his breath, making Wade’s heart skip a beat since it sounded suspiciously like, “You mean a lot, so…”

With that heartwarming coming-out story out of the way, they walked back to their apartment as though nothing had happened… and in a way, it really hadn’t!

Because they had each other, didn’t they? And no one's stupid opinion of them would get in the way of their love, no matter how loud and annoying they were about it…

[slamminslamminmcgill]

I LITERALLY ONLY FINISHED EP 1 OF TLOU BEFORE WRITING THIS 😭 this man just has me going fucking insane rn i had to word vomit. spent my whole day on this bc im delulu

warning: homophobia and transphobia, trans fetishization, degradation/humiliation, slurs, vaginal sex, rough oral sex, NASTY daddy kink (like… borderline incest rp and ddlb maybe idk i just work here), hanky code, spit kink, breeding kink, gags, drug dealing (weed and opioids), reader is a sex worker/weed dealer with clit piercings

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/kitty, clit/(t-)dick

It started as a drug deal. A bad habit picked up after top surgery. A rumor that this guy sold opioids. A wink and a nod of the head from across the plaza during a hanging. A few hankies tucked in your jeans, two shades of blue on the right, light green and a flag on the left. You were never sure if he knew what they meant. You’d never had the chance to ask. Until today, you happened to have a favor to ask him.

“Look, you know I’m usually reliable, right? If you could just gimme more time, I promise I’ll get you an ounce on Monday, on me.” That was a pretty decent offer. You usually gave him a quarter of bud every trade, so an ounce for the same price was surely nothing to sneeze at.

“If you’re not ready today, you ain’t gettin’ shit today. Sorry, kid.” Fuck. Ah, well. At least he wasn’t mad at you. Plus, he always called you ‘kid’. It made sense, since he was definitely old enough to be your dad. Maybe he had a soft spot for you. And he certainly met the diagnostic criteria for DILF, but goddamnit, your gaydar couldn’t get a reading on him. You figured the best way to find out for sure would be to offer up your other goods and services and see if he takes the bait.

“Well, uh… maybe there’s…” You took a step closer to him, putting all your weight into your hips hoping they’d jump out at him, “…something else I can offer you?”

They didn’t. His stare never shifted from your face. “Like what?” Joel asked unclockably.

You took the tips of your hankies between your fingers and held them out to him, spreading your wings, a display for attracting mates not unlike that of a peacock. “You know what these mean?” You asked with a quirk in the brow and some devious faggotry in your voice.

Joel crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, a cocky, almost sort of try me type stance. “What do they mean?”

You named your hankies, one-by-one. Green, “This one means I’m a sex worker,” Trans, “This one means I have a pussy,” Navy, “This one means I get fucked,” and Cyan, “This one means I suck co-“

“I’m sorry, that one means what?” Joel interrupted, and pointed at your trans flag. He wasn’t just gonna let you gloss over that, just as you’d hoped.

“Oh, this one?” You pinched the tail of the trans flag and let the rest fall to your sides. A cheeky, cherubic, chaotic smile on your face as you taunted him. “It means I have a pussy. I’m trans.”

Joel’s face contorted in a few spasms of different emotions. A blink of shock, a blip of disgust, a second of intrigue, ‘til he landed on confusion. “So, uh…” His eyes crawled downwards to your crotch, then back up to you. “…how’s that work?”

Sure, you could give him the polite conversation explanation of the transmasculine identity, gender dysphoria and its treatments. Or, you could give the simplest and sexiest possible definition that would appeal to Schrödinger’s Straight Man over here. “Was born a girl, cut my tits off, shot up testosterone, and now I’m a man, but I kept my cunt.”

“Fuckin’ Christ…” He grunted, then cleared his throat, trying his damndest to remain calm and bloodbend his newfound erection away. Today was the wrong day for the light wash jeans. His growing bulge was the visual feedback of your influence on him.

A by-the-book boypussy sales pitch. Testing well with the focus group. You took another step with a sway of the hips, encroaching on his personal space but not penetrating it just yet. “Well? Whaddaya think?”

Joel bit his lip and said nothing for a moment. It seemed he was taking his time to figure out what exactly he did think about your revelation. “…Just 2 pills?”

“Just 2 pills…” You nodded, “Just enough to last me the weekend…” and took another step closer, then one more, until you could reach out and rub his bicep. “I’ll bump you up to an ounce, get it to you on Monday…” Your curious fingers started to trail down his arms and over to his delightfully soft dad-bod tummy. “And I’ll show you a good time today… Show you something you’ve never seen before…”

To say you were coming on pretty strong would be a massive understatement. And, hell, touching him? You were coming on like you had a death wish. Your hand slid downward, down to the heat he was packing in his pants, and stroking his rifle in your game of tactile Russian Roulette.

You loaded the chamber…

“All for just two little pills. So?”

Spun the barrel…

“What do you say?”

And pulled the trigger.

“Please, Daddy?”

And with those two whorish words, he snapped. Joel grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you into the brick wall behind him. You gasped in shock and winced in pain. It happened so fast, you barely had any time to think about the mistake you’d just made, but before you could choke out an I’m sorry, his lips were on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he snarled into it, slobbering all over each other in a fit of lust.

“Bratty little fuckin’ queer. So you’re saying you have a cunt, huh, boy? No bullshit?” Joel sneered as he shoved his hand between your legs. He grabbed your crotch and squeezed it tight, delighted to find no bulge, nothing in his way but a few layers of clothing. “Ooh, damn, kiddo, guess you’re right. Ain’t you fuckin’ special…” He let your wrist fall so he could grab your jaw. “Open,” he commanded, and your lips obliged. He spat into your open mouth, and then his lips were back on you.

Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, eventually clutching his hair and his shirt for lifelines. The second you’d laid eyes on this guy, you knew he’d be a good fuck, and you couldn’t believe your luck. That monumental gamble you took just now had won you the jackpot, and now it was time to bask in your victory.

Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you out of the kiss. “You want your fuckin’ pills, cuntboy?”

“Yeees…” That was why you originally came to him, yes, but now you wanted a whole lot more.

“You want those fuckin’ pills?”

“Yeees, yes, I wan-em…”

“Say please.”

“Pleeease…”

“Please, what?”

“Pleeease, Daddyyy… P-Please, Daddy, I wan- I wan’ the pills…”

“You gonna suck your Daddy’s cock for ‘em?”

“Y-Yeees, Daddyyy…”

“So do it.”

Joel dropped you and let you stumble onto your knees in front of him. You rocked back and forth impatiently as he undid his belt and fished his cock out of his jeans. As you suspected, it was massive, flushed an angry shade of red, and throbbing painfully. He gave it a tantalizing stroke, peeling back the foreskin and pulling it taut on the rebound. You licked your lips at the precum leaking from its slit, waiting for his instruction.

“Open,” He demanded once more. You acquiesced, opening your mouth wide enough for him to stuff his cock in your throat. He let out a deep, husky, growl as he slid down your airway. “Yeahhh, that’s it… That’s it, kiddo…”

Even in your dickdrunk, cockgagged haze, you could guess what was coming next. In preparation, you braced yourself with your hands on his hips, and relaxed your throat as best you could for him to fuck it. Turns out, your intuition was right.

“Fuck, yeah, fuckin’… Fuckin’ choke on it, whore… Choke on Daddy’s cock.” He grunted, grabbed your hair, and held you still while he thrusted into your mouth unforgivably. Tears, snot, and drool were running down your face in no time, and Joel was loving it. “Aw, look at that, yeah, good boy…”

You whined reflexively at the praise, accidentally sucking some spit into your windpipe and choking you in a less sexy and more dangerous manner than intended. Your eyes bulged open and you slapped his thigh twice, tapping out. Thankfully, he got the hint and let you go.

You coughed up the spit and smacked your own chest to clear your airway. “Sorry… Wrong pipe…”

“Take your time.” Joel replied, “Not try’na kill ya.”

Once you could regulate your breathing and you were sure you weren’t at risk of death by blowjob, you got back to work, at your own pace this time. You had the chance to explore him. Stroking and squeezing his shaft and his sack, fluttering your tongue underneath his tip, licking long stripes from the balls to the head. Less force, but no less intensity.

“Ngh, little faggot sure knows his way around a cock, don’t he?” Joel snickered and ruffled your hair. “So good at this, I would’a never believed you don’t got one yourself.”

True, you may not have been blessed with a cock attached to you, but you’d gotten plenty inside you. Not exactly your hometown, but familiar terrain nonetheless. When you felt like you could, you swallowed his length whole, swiping your tongue along his balls as you gagged. Joel threw his head back and moaned into the air, and then, you rode him with your throat again.

“Fu-u-uck, oh, shit, yeah… Yeah, you suck Daddy’s cock… Suck your old man’s cock for pills, and you’ll get ‘em, son... You’ll get ‘em, you fuckin’ junkie.”

You’d honestly forgotten this was about pills. You just got so caught up in the love of the sport, it had totally slipped your mind. Though dangling the carrot of oxies in front of your spit-drenched face was as good an incentive as any, and despite the burning in your windpipe, you sucked him with more power, more speed, more emotion, and more determination. You could taste victory leaking and throbbing on your tongue.

“F-Fuck… I-… I can’t…” Joel’s face was a picture of overwhelming pleasure. He had to pull you off. His wet, pulsating cock popped out of your mouth, and he huffed and puffed wiping sweat from his brow. “As much as I’d like to dump a load in your stomach…” He nudged his boot in between your legs, right up against your burning cunt. “I need to see your specialty, first.” He extended a hand to help you off your knees, then when you stood, hugged you to him and spanked each of your ass cheeks, jiggling them both as he gave his next order. “Take off your pants and bend over. Let Daddy see that pretty kitty of yours.”

You giggled, a goofy, stupid slutty smile on your face, and nodded. “Hehehe, okay… Okay…” You unbuckled your pants and let your jeans drop to the dirt. You stepped out of them and kicked them aside. You turned 90 degrees, put your hands on the brick wall, and stuck your ass out to Joel. He took his place behind you, grabbed your ass, and spread you open to take a peek at your holes. You shivered as the cool breeze ran over your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I saw a cunt like this…” Two of his fingers traced your slit then spread your lips, exposing yourself even more to him. He chuckled when he saw your dick piercing. “‘Specially not one with these fancy hood ornaments.” He couldn’t resist the urge to tug on the jewelry.

Naturally, your knees buckled beneath you and you slid down the wall. “A-Ah!” You squeaked, “F-Fuck! S-Sen-Sensitive!” You tried to warn him, but really you were showing off your weak point with the conspicuousness of a video game boss fight.

“Oh, yeah?” Joel scoffed and supplemented it with a smack on the ass. You could feel him kneel down behind you, and he said, “Good.”

And then his lips were on your t-dick and sucking it like a leech.

You had to scream, bad, but it was broad fucking daylight and FEDRA could show up at any second. Instead, you bit down on your hand, sinking all the energy into your teeth as your body collapsed in on itself. Before long, your cunt was dripping down into his mouth, so much so, that there was an audible splash when his lips let you go.

“Christ, you’re a mess. Gonna ruin my fuckin jeans, ‘f I don’t take ‘em off.” Joel stood up and out of his own pants then tossed them beside yours. You heard some more rustling of clothing, felt a swipe up your pussy, then a tap on your lips with wet fingertips. “Open,” he instructed yet again.

You opened your mouth to lick and suck at his fingers, or so you thought. Instead, they pulled away and gagged you with one of your own hankies. Judging purely by the texture, you deduced that it was the trans flag. You relaxed and let him tie the gag more comfortably.

“There.” Joel said, patting you on the ass affirmatively. “Now I don’t gotta worry ‘bout you bein’ a fuckin’ screamer.” Two strong hands took your hips and lined him up with his target. You could feel his head prodding, but not breaching your hole. “Ready?”

You bit down on the gag and nodded feverishly at him. He poked your hole once, then twice, then started to push in and ohmyfuckinggodhe’shugeimeanyouknewthatalreadybutfuckitfeelsbetterthanyouthoughtitwould.

Without the ability to articulate any of those words, you whimpered through the gag and clawed at the wall like a cat trying to get in the bathroom.

“Biiig stretch, kiddo, that’s it…” Joel groaned, “That’s a good boy… Daddy’s almost in…”

Almost in? What the fuck did he mean by-ohshitthatswhatthefuckhemeantbyalmostin… He was so fucking thick that the stretch nearly burned, and long enough to feel like he was excavating your pussy to make room for himself. It was mind-numbing how big he was. He took up not only all the space in your cunt but in your brain as well. You’d never had someone dig so fucking deep.

“There you go, nice and full.” He leaned down to kiss your neck and pin your wrists together above your head. “Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve…”

He withdrew his hips, practically taking your cunt with him on the way out since it refused to let go, and then speared his cock back into you. His thrust was a shockwave that rocked through your whole body. You let out a garbled moan into the spit-drenched fabric each time he did it. Eventually, he had a steady tempo going.

“Nghhh, so fucking tight… Real fuckin’ tight for a whore. And you’re fuckin’ soaked…” He gave your ass another swat, then stopped moving for a moment. “C’mon, slut, fuck yourself back on your Daddy’s dick. Ride your Daddy’s dick, now-yeahhh, that’s it…” He purred as you started to bounce your ass on him. For a little extra encouragement, he reached out to pet your hair. And for some guidance and a little extra oomph, he slammed his hips forward in time with yours, making his cock hit you twice as hard. “That’s a good boy…”

It was unbelievable, almost intolerable how good he felt. You almost couldn’t bear the thought of fucking any of your regular clients ever again. This was a Flowers for Algernon-type dicking, the absolute pinnacle of nasty sex for just a little while, and you’ll spend the rest of your sex life downhill from here. You’d like to hope that wouldn’t be the case, but none of the other dick you’d gotten in the past could even compare.

And it all stemmed from asking for a front on some oxies.

Joel reminded you of that when he said, “Next time you’re needing a front, I’ll-ngh… I’ll make you work for it, whore… Take you home and fuck you in the ass instead… Let you scream as loud as you need to… Let that little pussy weep for me and it’s gettin’ nothin’… You want some painkillers, then you gon’ hurt for ‘em, son…”

Honestly, the idea of a ‘next time’ had you excited regardless of what hole he wanted to bust open. If you were lucky, maybe it’d be out of mutual enjoyment rather than an exchange. Soon, he struck that special spot inside you, that inner button that has you seeing stars and screaming obscenities into the flag gag. Your hands balled into fists and pounded at the wall. It was getting to be too much to bear. Of course, with your flag in the way, your cries of Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna come! sounded as, “Auck! Auck! Ah gah-ah cah!”

Luckily, Joel spoke fluent slut. “You’re gonna cum? Gonna cum for your daddy?” He knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you up against his chest. He shoved you both forward until you hit brick, and without an inch of space for you to squirm, he rutted into you relentlessly. “Then do it, slut. Cum on your daddy’s cock. Daddy wants to feel his little man cum all over him.”

God, how could a sentence be so nurturing and so nasty at the same time? So sweet and yet so fucking sick? Regardless of Sigmund Freud screaming ‘I told you so’ somewhere in your head, you came buckets, splashing Joel’s thighs with pussy juice on his every thrust. Your legs gave out around the fourth or fifth gush, and Joel had to hold you up for him to finish.

“Fuck, yeah, keep coming, keep coming, baby, Daddy’s close…” Joel groaned. Every word he said grew more vile and more primal than the last. His only need was to breed. “Daddy’s gonna knock you up, son… Gonna dump some brothers and sisters into ya… ‘N’ you’re gonna fuckin’ take it… Ngh, gonna take my fuckin’ load in ya ‘cause you’re a little cumdump pussyboy whore… ‘S what you’re meant for-shit… Shit!”

He squeezed your body tight and growled into your ear. Hot spurts of his cum flooded your battered cunt. On any other occasion, you’d cringe at some rando calling his load your siblings, but it just felt so good. You couldn’t give less of a fuck what he called it. And it’s not like he was your actual father. He was committing to the bit, a bit that had you mewing and sobbing with pleasure and repressed emotion, but that was a problem for your therapist later.

The world went still as you both came down from orbit. The rest of the QZ didn’t exist in that moment. It was just you and your “daddy”, a man twice your age that you trade drugs with and who just busted a nut in you. Honestly, still a better father figure than most. Closest thing to a dad you had for damn sure.

You felt that paternal vibe from him as he kissed the side of your neck. “You okay, little guy?” Joel asked tenderly. He untied the gag and tossed the flag by your jeans, letting you answer him.

“Mm… Mhm… I’m okay…” You stuttered, still counting on his grip to keep you standing.

“Good boy.” A few quick pecks to your neck and he slipped out, a few drops of his kids pooling in the dirt below you. “Now get dressed. I got shit to do.” He demanded with a final slap on your ass.

You stumbled over to your pants, leaning onto the wall to guide yourself. Even after dressing himself, Joel got to them first, and held them out for you to step into.

“Yeah, there you go, kid. You’re okay.” He cooed, and then clapped you on the shoulders to get your attention. Your head snapped up to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a plastic bag wrapped in tinfoil. He fished out two white pills and gave them to you, just as you agreed to.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it,” You gave him a shy smile, feeling grateful for the front and the frenzied faux-father-son fucking he just bestowed upon you. “Oh, and, uh… I… I had a good time, s-so if you ever wanna-“

“I’ll see you Monday, kid.”

[cadaveerie]

cw: transphobia

i'll paste here a message i left in a certain community and add sth else, as i keep finding stuff like this:

i know a lot of us are critical of datv (in a lot of cases for good reason. and with nothing else behind it), but i think that if u have an ounce of respect for trans and nb ppl you should rly stop recommending videos in which, for example, a person not only misgenders a nb character and their creator who both go by they/them pronouns, but also rants about how ppl going by they/them pronouns are mentally ill. i dont give a shit about how "he makes a few good points", have some decency. it's incredible how little backbone some of you have, and that ppl think this is acceptable. if you want to get a point across, you can write it yourself. it's fucking pathetic that i even have to fucking say this. get a grip and have some principles. so much for progressive people, i feel so safe and welcomed right now.

this post was initially bc i saw this in a specific datv critical community, but i just saw a transphobic post in the general datv critical hashtag. it's unacceptable to misgender both a real person and a character that goes by they/them on purpose. there's literally no excuse for this, you're transphobic.

*please*, if you care about trans people, call this shit out. im not telling you to do posts "exposing" others, but to let them know that this is dehumanizing and unacceptable.. unless that's gonna help their algorithm, in which case... i'm not sure what's best at this point. probably not worth it to send comments at least. perhaps in some cases these comments might come from a good place (even if a lot of transphobes also pretend to be trans/lgbtq allies to avoid getting banned while openly displaying extremely bigoted views, so be aware of that.. but in the rare case they come from a good place, it might at least help people realize their mistakes. in a lot of situations im not sure of what the best reaction is, but i just hope you don't accept this behavior in smaller communities. please do not normalize this, these are extremely hard times for trans people and most of us are in distress.

[magnetothemagnificent]

Goyische leftists will use Stalin's face as a symbol of anti-homophobia, anti-racism, anti-transphobia, etc, without so much of an ounce of critical thinking. Literally I've seen a white leftist with a tattoo of Stalin's face on one thigh and a tattoo of Mao's on the other. Like????? The level of cognitive dissonance never ceases to astound me. So many Western leftist ideology boils down to "The enemy of the USA and NATO is my friend" which is.....such a dangerous ideology.

[football-in-tuxedos]

You mention that James Somerton is transphobic but aside from misgendering Nate Stevenson and Rebecca Sugar that one time I'm not sure what you mean can you explain

I mean, that is what I'm talking about, but it goes deeper than that. Cause like, the point he was making isn't...ENTIRELY bad? There's a lot of complexity to it, and it ties into issues of tokenism and the male gaze and fetishization vs. representation, but there is an actual discussion to be had about how queer women are portrayed in media, and by who, as opposed to how queer men are portrayed. He is filtering it through his usual biases, so he's not really diving into the complexity, but there is a real point there.

But the thing is...why go to Nate Stevenson and Rebecca Sugar for that point? Like, if you wanna talk about queer women being allowed to depict themselves in their art, you don't need to misgender Nate and Rebecca to do that. Céline Sciamma, Jambie Babbit, Angela Robinson, Cheryl Dunye, Clea DuVall, Chantal Akerman, Dee Rees, Donna Deitch, do you see my point? Both Alice Wu and the Watchowskis had stuff about queer women on Netflix, the same platform She-Ra is on. He could have named other names.

Now, I do admit some of that might be playing to his audience, and also playing into my point about him being a discoursed poisoned online queer person; Both his audience and queer people who I feel are overdosing on discourse tend to lean towards kiddy shit more than other stuff and a lot of the names I named make artier stuff for adults. And finding those names would take an ounce of research (like, I dunno, browsing down the list of The L-Word directors on wikipedia and looking for women) and their gender identities had to take a back seat to his laziness.

And that's transphobia.

[kurt-hummel-eat-your-heart-out]

okay okay.i KNOW it’s my fav(John Bender) again but I just a loved your fic!(same person) but what if reader and John are in love with each other and after a serious and horrible(abus!ve situation) event that had happened to John. They run to an abandoned house where they stay together.(t4t as a bonus because I HC that John is trans if that’s fine?) thank you!

Hello againnnn @screamfome . IK I WAS GONE FOR A MONTH I am sooo sorry. Hopefully since it's summer I'll have more free time lol. Also yes I love this concept, you Fr have the best ideas:D also this is so outsiders coded LMAO like the abandoned house just reminded me of that.

Transmasc John Bender (The Breakfast Club) x Transmasc reader

Disclaimer/warning: this goes into John’s home life, which as we know isn’t a good one. Abusive family members, frequently mentioned physical violence, transphobia, smoking (it’s John), Just read at your own comfort level.

Approx 4.1k word count. I was on a ROLL lol

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It had been a long day. It wasn’t just you, even the hallways at school had felt even more lifeless today. If that was even possible. You sighed, leaning back into the mattress beneath you. You barely remembered a thing after your head hit the pillows, so tired you were practically dead.      

The darkness that awaited you carried you to a soft, dreamless slumber. You were out like a light, so much so that you weren’t even bothered by how cold it was in your room this time of year. Unawakened bliss awaited you, welcoming as ever.    

No sleep that good can last forever. You felt as if not even a minute had passed since you’d fallen asleep. And yet, here you were, disturbed into consciousness. All you could hear was a distant ringing noise, rhythmic beats emanating from a few rooms away.    You begrudgingly turned over on your side, an irritated gaze cast towards your alarm clock on the bedside table.     

Twelve-thirty in the morning, who the hell would call at this time? You decided to let the phone keep ringing, it was probably just a mistake. But it went on… and on… and on.      You groaned, turning back onto your side to try and sleep. But the mystery caller just wouldn’t let up. You sighed, annoyed out of your mind.      

You trudged into the kitchen, the landline still ringing. It was dark, so of course you accidentally walked into the side of the dining room table. Your hip ran into the corner, a dull stabbing feeling ran into your side. You had to use every ounce of strength to not shout out in pain.      

You were fully prepared to curse at some prank caller, insult their mother, the works. You picked up the phone off of its hook, giving a sharp exhale through your nose so whoever this was knew you were pissed off.     “Uh, hello?” You mumbled, the irritation was evident in your tone.      

“Oh thank fuck you picked up.” It took you a minute to recognize who this mystery caller was. The voice was familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint it in your half-awake state.   

“Wait, wait, Bender is that you?” You were glad it was just him, but still a little pissed that he was calling you in the middle of the night. “John, why are you calling me in the middle of the night…” You loved him, but you were not awake enough for this.       

“I- I don’t know. I’m in trouble, I need help.” The shakiness in his voice definitely caught your attention, it wasn’t something you were used to hearing in him at all. You could hear his heavy breathing from the other side, he sounded scared and out of breath. You had to find out what happened        

“What happened, sweetheart?” You lowered your voice so as to not be too loud for anyone possibly listening in on his side. You dropped the annoyed tone, replacing it with a softer sort of sound.         

“I don’t know- I just,” You heard a frustrated sigh from his end. It sounded like he couldn’t even stop to gather his thoughts, it only made you more worried for him. “Can you come pick me up?” His quiet whisper made him sound like a scared little kid. Seeing this scared, vulnerable side of him just made your heart ache.       

“Of course, I’ll be there in five. Okay?” You told him firmly. If you let it show that you were scared for him, it might make things worse. You always tried to be a source of stability for him, no matter what the situation was.       

But things had never been so bad that he’d asked you to come get him. You were freaked out, to be honest.     

“Okay, I love you.” He maintained the whisper. He just sounded so… small right now. It was so unlike him, it almost sounded like someone else.      

“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that you hung up the phone, rushing to find your shoes and keys. You weren’t going to bother putting on different clothes, it might take too long. So, pjs it was.    

The sleepiness still had a light hold on you as you tripped over nothing a couple times. The only thing you could think to do was go to the kitchen sink and splash some water on your face. The icy tap water hit your face like a train. If you weren't awake before, you definitely were now.

You rushed outside to your car, fumbling with the keys. Your car wasn’t new by any means, but it worked. You were just lucky you had one, you felt bad for John not having one. You knew how some nights got, especially when his dad got home late. 

As you drove, all you thought of was your hatred for John’s father. He was an absolute dirtbag. You could recall countless stories of John’s childhood, how loud his house always seemed. How much he just wanted to get away.      

After a few blocks you could see his house. A slightly run-down two story house near the edge of town. The chipped and faded gray paint had a blue cast to it in the moonlight. At night, John’s house looked as sad as his eyes were during the day. If you took more than a glance at him, you could see the pained look in his eyes.      

He never let anyone see past his rough exterior of course, but you could still sense it. You pulled up to the side of the road, next to his yard. You didn’t even have a second to put the car in park, you could already see John climbing out of a window. The one in his room, you assumed.       

His room was on the second floor, so it had a bit of a drop to it. He had the bottom half of the window pushed up. He steadily shifted towards the ledge, nearly giving you a heart attack. He jumped down to the ground with ease, a practiced motion from numerous nights of sneaking out.       

He practically ran to your car, not wasting a second. You blinked and he was right in front of you in the passenger seat.   

“Drive, please.” His voice came out hard and raspy, like he was out of breath. You didn’t even have time to check on him, to see if he had any new marks.    

“Okay, okay. I’m driving.” You raised a hand, a little startled by how abrupt he was. You hit the gas, not really sure where you were driving off to. You decided to just head down some of the wooded backroads away from town. 

There were these old trails that had been blocked off outside of town. Technically, the land belonged to the state, but it wasn’t public ground. You and John had always ignored the ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs stapled to the trees near the edge of the forest. How could the two of you not take advantage of such a perfect hiding spot?   

You two had a theory that it was some old property the state had seized and had no idea what to do with. It wasn’t big enough to be a park itself or close enough to one to be added to another.    

You turned onto a rough gravel road, just off of where your town stopped and the highway started. It wasn’t the smoothest drive, but you couldn’t complain too much. It was a secluded area, far away from anyone or anything to bother you.    

You had stayed silent thus far, giving John a minute to himself. His labored breath had only let up so much, you could still hear how on edge he was. You glanced over at him, seeing the slight shake in his shoulders. His arms were crossed upon his chest, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of you.    

“Johnny? You okay baby?” You took your right hand off of the wheel, laying it on his knee. This seemed to snap him out of his daze. 

He flinched slightly, his gaze snapping over to you. You sensed the sudden jerk of his head in your direction, which made you retract your hand. Had it been too soon? Had whatever happened shaken him up that badly?

“Sorry.” You gave a quick apology, beginning to move your hand back to the wheel.

“No, no, it’s okay.” He reached for your hand, grasping it firmly. You could feel the way he shook like a scared animal. “Stay with me. Please…” He held your hand in his own, leading it back to his knee. You let him place it there, giving his hand a soft squeeze. This seemed to ease his nerves just a bit. You could hear him let out a deep sigh as he squeezed  the top of your hand back.

You continued down the gravel road into the woods. You drove deeper into the trees, the shadows your headlights made twisting their shape as you passed them. The forest was always a little creepy, even more so in the middle of the night. 

You passed by countless maples and oaks, keeping your hand on his knee. You decided to stop after a couple minutes, you were deep enough into the woods now.

You put the car in park, switching off your headlights. You then turned to John, finally getting an opportunity to look at him properly. The look in his eyes absolutely broke your heart.

He was like a dog on the Fourth of July; his eyes wide and scared, a slight shake to his body, and an expression that made you wonder if he was about to cry.

“John?” You leaned across the center console, getting a bit closer. “Can I take a look at you?” You whispered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the car engine in the background. He finally made eye contact with you. His gaze softened ever so slightly as he saw the unease written all over your face. You weren't going to ask him what happened, not right now at least. Although it would burn questions in your mind, you wouldn't until you knew he was okay. Physically, at least.

He gave a small nod, still looking you in the eyes. You withdrew your hand from his knee. You took his hands in your own, checking for any signs of a fight. The skin of his knuckles were clear as day, no signs of blood or bruising in the slightest. 

He turned to the side to face you, giving you a better opportunity to look him over. Your gaze traveled up his arms, turning them over to check the backs of his arms. You frowned when you saw a bruise starting to form on his elbow. John was quiet as you inspected him. He was even somewhat surprised when he saw the bruise on his arm, soon frowning as well.

He turned his face away from you, no longer wanting eye contact as you looked him over. This was too embarrassing for him. Yes, it was a regular occurrence. And yes, you were always there to take care of him after a situation at his house. 

But it was different this time. It was more painful to look at himself, to look at how visible his weakness was to him now.

The strain of thoughts in John’s head were currently babbling on about how pathetic and weak he was, almost akin to the drunken babbling of his father not too many hours ago. He couldn’t help the way his breath hitched at a particularly brutal phrase that echoed in his head.

You immediately looked up from his arms, barely hearing the little choked sound that came out of him.

“John?” You whispered his name, it was like a request for him to look you in the eyes again. But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t let you see how weak he was, how pathetic he felt now.

“John, can you look at me? Please?” You kept your voice lowered. You were soft and caring in every aspect, you knew something was different this time. He slowly turned to face you, reluctantly so. The sight of tears pricking his eyes and the red mark under his left eye caused you to let out a quiet gasp. 

Your immediate reaction was to pull him closer to you. Your instincts told you to protect him from whatever had happened, even though you knew that wasn’t entirely possible. Time had passed, what had happened couldn’t be reversed no matter how hard you wanted it to.

You felt John’s arms around you almost immediately, holding you back. He hadn’t gotten a look at himself yet, but he could assume what you’d seen. He didn’t have to see to know what was there; he could feel it.

You sat there holding him for a minute, almost feeling like crying yourself. He didn’t deserve this. You were scared for him. You wanted to make it all better. A million thoughts buzzed through your head, loud uncontrolled. You pulled away from him for a moment to get a better look at the mark.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, making sure not to directly touch the red spot. “Did he do this?” You both already knew who you were referring to. And you both already knew the answer to your question. You just needed confirmation from him.

“Yeah.” John’s voice was still just above a whisper. It hurt you to see him so reserved like this. Usually after something happened with his dad, he would quickly find something for the two of you to do to distract him. Something like goofing off at the grocery store, driving around with the radio on too loud, or just having a smoke together. Now his silence spoke volumes.

“Here, why don’t we go on a walk. It’s a nice night.” You suggested, still keeping that same gentle tone of voice. He nodded quietly, and with that you took your keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. 

You met John on the other side and had neglected to notice the fact that he only had a t-shirt. You were right when you said it was a nice night; it was a nice night for the fact that it was October. You cursed quietly to yourself before taking off your hoodie and offering it to him.

“Shit, sorry, it’s cold. Here, take this.” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you placed the hoodie in his arms. Freezing wasn’t going to be an option, and you would make sure of it.

“You sure?” John quirked a brow at you. He was probably going to refuse your offer and say something about you getting cold, but you didn’t care. 

“Shh, just take it.” You assured him, smiling softly at him and waving your hand dismissively. Without another word, he slipped it over his head. His usual cocky attitude had been set to the side for now, so he complied.

You linked an arm around his, taking his hand in yours. His hand was warm like it always was, even with the chill of the night. You two walked down the beaten down dirt trail, deeper into the woods. The moon shined brightly enough for you to be able to see where you were going, but not without stepping on the occasional stick or dead leaf.

You let a comfortable silence hang between you two for a few minutes, for John’s sake. But soon your concern got the best of you, and you were tempted to know what exactly had happened.

“Johnny, baby. You wanna talk about things?” You turned to look at him as you walked along the trail. You were fully prepared for him to say no, it was understandable considering how quiet he’d been thus far.

“Maybe… I don’t know. Jus’ give me a minute, maybe…?” He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. 

“You don’t have to, just thought you might want to.” You squeezed his hand, reassuring him that he didn’t have to talk about what happened with his dad. 

“No, no, I think I want to. Could help since it’s you.” He squeezed your hand back. You couldn’t help but smile at what he said. Ever since he started opening up about what he went through, he seemed a little less uptight. Around you at least. But sometimes you notice it with other people, too.

He nudged you with elbow, motioning to something in the distance you two had been approaching. A look of surprise and confusion came across your face as you looked at the old, dilapidated house in front of you. How had you never noticed this before? You supposed you and John had never walked this far into the forest, but still. It was odd.

“Wanna check it out?” He asked. There was that little sense of adventure back in him. You smiled at him, leading him towards the house.

“Oh hell, why not. We could crash here if there aren’t any squatters that beat us to it.” You approached the old wooden door, pushing it open with ease. You cringed at the way its hinges creaked and groaned. It was an awful sound, but you toughed it out.

You called out, trying to see if anyone was there already. John checked a couple rooms, finding no one. With the confirmation that nobody else would interrupt you two, you sat on the floor, against the wall in the main room.

“Alright, c’mere.” You waved John over, letting him sit in front of you between your legs. He was facing away from you so he could lean back into you, letting you hold him tightly. You sighed contentedly, just relieved that he was in your arms instead of in his house.

“So,” You began. But before you could say anything else, John held up a finger to signal for you to pause. You obliged him, closing your mouth. You watched him pull out his cigarettes and lighter. He flicked the lighter to life, pressing the flame to the end of a cigarette. Once he was certain it was lit, he put his lighter back in his pocket and brought the cigarette to his lips. He took a long drag, closing his eyes as he took in the warmth of the smoke.

He exhaled after a moment, leaning back onto your chest with a sigh. You wrapped an arm around him as he took a few more drags. He leaned into your touch, which only made you want to hold him tighter.

“So,” John’s voice was firmer this time. He was grounded now, bordering on relaxed. It was an unfortunate coping mechanism to have, but smoking really did seem to help him.

“As you could definitely already tell, the old shitbag hit me again.” He sighed. You nodded in understanding, not really surprised but livid nonetheless. You didn’t show how pissed off that made you, John had probably already been around enough pissed off people today. Instead, you rubbed his arm soothingly.

“Can I ask what it was about this time?” You wanted to be considerate of him still. This was fresh, you weren’t going to press him for a story. You wouldn’t have to though, as he nodded in response.

“I was makin’ dinner; didn’t feel like going out and getting something. Not too sure I got the cash for it either…” He sighed again, more smoke in his exhale. “The fucker comes up behind me all like 

‘Oh look at you bein’ independent. Man of the fuckin’ house, huh?’, 

and y’know I could tell he was drunk.” He paused to take another drag of his cigarette. The impression of his father was pretty accurate, you had to admit.

“And I’m just standing there, tryna do my shit. I say

 ‘Dad, I’ve got a burner on. Don’t try anything.’, 

‘cause I don’t want him to burn the fuckin’ house down.” He ran his hand through his hair again before letting his hand settle on top of yours. He interlocked your fingers, settling them back on his stomach. You kept his hand in yours as you listened to him.

“Then he goes 

‘You know it’s a shame you gotta be so butchy ‘bout everything. If you weren’t playin’ pretend all the time, you could make some guy real fuckin’ happy. Least I could be proud of ‘ya for bein’ a wife, not whatever the fuck you’re doin’ to yourself.’” 

John repeated his father’s words, laced with just as much cruelty as the man who first said them. The words of his father disgusted you, and you could tell things would quickly go south from here.

John went on. “So I say 

‘Dad, don’t say that.’ 

And then he grabs the back of my shirt, throws me backwards, like, away from the stove. And he just starts yellin’ at me, saying all this shit about how he’d treat me better if I was normal. If I just dropped the act and lived like everyone else does.” Johns voice got a little quieter as he spoke. You could tell this got to him. It hit him like a punch to the gut. 

You knew he hated the idea of getting hitched, even if he got to be a man in the relationship. Too many outside opinions and expectations, he said. 

You cringed at his father’s mention of ‘dropping the act’. At this point, neither you or John had any doubts about yourselves or each other. It was hell existing as it was, but standing your ground about who you were was a whole other thing. You were proud of him for not suppressing who he was, but at the same time you couldn’t stand how he was treated for it.

“Mhm. God I hate that…” You agreed with him, letting him know you were still listening. He took another drag of his cigarette before continuing.

“So he gets me near the wall, like almost throws me against it. And I think that’s when my elbow got hit, now that I think about it. I don’t know, it’s a little blurry,” He paused to let out a small yawn. You could imagine how tired he was, with it still being the middle of the night. And the obvious.

“And I just wasn’t in the fuckin’ mood, right? So I didn’t say shit, didn’t look at him, nothin’. I kinda just took it so I could get it over with. And then he hit me." You knew that was coming but it still broke your heart to hear. The pained sound of his voice came through, you could tell he was so tired of his father. He was tired of all the shit this man put him through. You held John a little tighter, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness over him. 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Your voice held such sincerity. It was such a comfort to the man, who needed it desperately. Your soft way of speaking to him and the way you held him, coupled with the cigarette, had him feeling so far away from the situation. Like he was safe from it now, like nothing could even hurt him. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, sweet and considerate.

"I've got you now, I can make it better." You assured him of your presence. Even though you could only temporarily make things better, you would try to ease his pain for as long as you possibly could. You ran your fingers through his hair methodically, occasionally playing with a few strands. The sensation could do wonders to put him at ease. You could feel him relax as he finished the last of his cigarette. He snuffed it into the ground beneath you, then flicked it away. He sighed, turning around slightly in your hold so he could face you.

"Hey. I love you. Don't forget it." He sounded a little more drowsy now, like he could fall asleep in your arms any minute.

You leaned it to place a soft, tender kiss on his forehead. A goodnight kiss of sorts. "I love you too. Never forgetting it. Ever." You couldn't help but smile as you saw his face again. He looked adorable, all tired and warm, like he felt safe. 

You'd stay happy like this for the night, holding John in your arms and protecting him. You'd be there again and again, no matter the reason. No matter how bad he was hurt, you'd be there to make it better.

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Hope you enjoyed! Next time I won’t be so late for a request Omg 💀 finals week will do that to you lmao.

But anyways thank you so much for reading and send me a request if you feel so inclined. It’s summer and I’m bored so I’d love to hear some ideas:D go check out my pinned post if you wanna see what fandom I write for!

[trans-androgyne]

“I’m seeing this held up to say this is reflective of transmasc privilege” yeah, because you guys don’t have to deal with the transmisogyny that we do. that makes you privileged. “privileged” doesn’t mean “not oppressed by transphobia”, it means “not oppressed by transmisogyny”. and by the way, you mentioning that transmisogyny exists doesn’t mean shit when you are ALWAYS following it up with “but—“ and an explanation of how transmisogyny isn’t actually that bad or unique. you clearly don’t even actually believe that transmisogyny exists if you think that conversations about it are meant to insult transmascs somehow and undermine your issues.

Again, I have never acted like transmisogyny isn’t awful or unique. Transmisogyny is its own beast of a system and is so horrifying that even thinking about it too hard has brought me to tears multiple times, you can ask my trans girlfriend. It is also however not worse than other types of oppression, because oppression cannot be quantified and compared that way. Are lesbians privileged above bisexuals since they don’t typically deal with biphobia? Or are bisexuals privileged over lesbians because they don’t typically experience lesbophobia? I ask you this because: are you privileged above me because you don’t typically experience transandrophobia? No. You’re not. The privilege is being cis. The privilege is being straight. I do not have an ounce of gendered privilege over you and neither do you over me. If you think otherwise, you haven’t been listening to us.

[baileythebean]

Reasons why you should read… Wings of Fire!!

Random LONG-ASS post but idc because this has been my favorite book series since 3rd grade and I still HEAVILY fixate on it - for anyone interested (after I explain ofc) These books are by Tui T. Sutherland and are available in audiobook, paperback, hardcover, and Kindle I think.

Reasons you might enjoy WoF and features of the books!

-creative character designs

-full plot with little to no holes and if there are any, they’re probably explained in one of the MANY side books available.

-well-written characters that can be powerful without being a “Mary Sue” and having their own personalities

-each book follows a different protagonist, sometimes with the protagonist switching up mid-book

-a prologue and epilogue in each book

-15 main books released so far with more coming!!

-STUNNING cover art

-the main characters are dragons!!

-Written like those fanfics where you read them and you forget you’re reading a fanfic but it’s still not quite written like an ‘official’ book, y’know?

-descriptive writing so you don’t have to imagine stuff in weird vague ways

-LOTS OF LGBTQIA+ rep! Including but not limited to: mlm rep, wlw rep, non-binary/non-conforming rep - and the best part about it? It’s casually brought up! It’s normalized! Not even the villains or shitty parents show an OUNCE of homophobia or transphobia!

-There are humans in these books! And POC rep!

-women in leading/strong roles :3

-different continents!

-different tribes of dragons each sharing similar traits depending on their habitat!! NOT JUST RANDOMIZED DRAGONS EVERYWHERE ALL MIXED TOGETHER WHERE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHO CAN DO WHAT!!

-Each book features a map of the continent it’s set on, a description of the dragons of each tribe living on that continent (including looks, powers, diet, affiliation in war depending on the book, and current Queen) and a page for the prophecy the book fixates around (different for each arc)

-Three arcs, each solving a different conflict but STILL IN THE SAME PLOT!!

-creepy mind-control stuff!

-well-written villains

-lines that have made me CACKLE out loud multiple times

-TONS OF SIDE BOOKS WITH EXTRA LORE/INFO IN THEM!!

-and so much more! Read them for yourself to find out!!

ALL THE BOOKS IN ORDER PLUS THE NAME, SPECIES AND A PICTURE OF THE PROTAGONIST IN PARENTHESES:

THE DRAGONETS OF DESTINY ARC: 1) The Dragonet Prophecy (Clay of the Mudwings)

2) The Lost Heir (Tsunami of the Seawings)

3) The Hidden Kingdom (Glory of the Rainwings)

4) The Dark Secret (Starflight of the Nightwings)

5) The Brightest Night (Sunny of the Sandwings/Nightwings)

THE JADE MOUNTAIN ARC: 6) Moon Rising (Moonwatcher of the Nightwings)

7) Winter Turning (Winter of the Icewings)

8) Escaping Peril (Peril ((the one in front)) of the Skywings)

9) Talons of Power (Turtle ((the green one)) of the Seawings)

10) Darkness of Dragons (Qibli of the Sandwings) (MY FAV CHARACTER YIPPEE)

THE PANTALA ARC: 11) The Lost Continent (Blue of the Silkwings)

12) The Hive Queen (Cricket of the Hivewings)

13) The Poison Jungle (Sundew of the Leafwings) (MY FAV BOOK YIPPEE)

THE RETURN ARC (not sure if that’s actually what it’s called but oh well): 14) The Dangerous Gift (Snowfall ((the one on the right)) of the Icewings)

15) The Flames of Hope (Luna ((the obvious-looking one)) of the Silkwings)

THERE ARE ALSO GRAPHIC NOVELS UP TO BOOK 7 SO FAR AND SIDE BOOKS LISTED HERE: Legends: Darkstalker

Legends: Dragon Slayer

A Guide to the Dragon World

The Winglets Quartet

There might be more but there are also a coloring book plus an activity/storymaking book and as far as I know the fandom is pretty non-toxic and full of artists and cosplayers!! So have funnnn :33

ALSO SEND ME ASKS IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA KNOW ABT IT, I’D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO ANSWER THEM (sorry if Tumblr fucks up the image quality)

-IRL Bailey

@toniothegammafish @thesilliestofallqueers @rebootgrimm @ask-sora-aguilar @schnozzlebozzle

@bioexorcismss @piigeonss @weirdassartist @clown-prince-of-gay @lilacquintet 

@wakatoshi-main @metal-mage @vv4loe 

[mk-writes-stuff]

The Seven Station Chronicles

Belladonna is the heir to the Seventh Station, one of seven orbital space stations torn from their planet by a wormhole several generations ago and stranded in the dead of space. Six years ago, the ritual that would have allowed her to hoard magic like the other nobles mysteriously failed, leaving her as her parents’ greatest failure. All attempts to regain their favour have been for naught, and, while she still clings to her status as heir, her parents’ manipulations seem targeted at taking away every remaining ounce of control she has over her life and her station.

Cassie is a runaway clone from Sixth Station, escaping the cruel brutality and murderous magical farming of her genetic donor, Cassiopeia. After a tumultuous year on the Seventh Station, armed with nothing but her muscles, the titanium arm she built to replace her lost one, and her street smarts, the magic she gained in an accident during her escape is discovered. To her surprise, instead of being killed outright, she is brought to guard the heir to Seventh Station - with the understanding that the heir will kill her the moment she gets the opportunity.

Both Belladonna and Cassie have secrets to hide and haunting terrors, both past and present, that plague them. Both are desperate to take back the power over their lives that has been ripped away from them. And both are inclined to hate and fear the other. But their lives have been irreversibly tied together by the actions of the leaders of Seventh Station, and not only their lives, but the lives of every person on every station, might be dependent on them - if only they can figure out how to work together.

Welcome to the Seven Station Chronicles, an original space fantasy series I’m working on! This is primarily a political and interpersonal drama story set on a series of seven space stations lost to the void of space, full of fantastical politics and complicated relationships.

There are currently four books planned in the series, each with its own plot but recurring characters and long-term character arcs. Book 1 focuses on Belladonna and Cassie’s relationship, Belladonna’s attempts to get back power over her life and gain power over her station, and the oppression and struggles of clones. Book 2 is focused on First Station and the resource shortages of living in space for so long, along with the struggles and hardships of the First Station leader, Septimus. Book 3 tells the story of an evacuating ship of space elves encountering the station and struggling to integrate and adapt to the new situations, and the stations’ struggle to integrate with them. Book 4 focuses on the religious cult of the Fifth Station and its impacts on the surrounding stations and political impacts. Belladonna remains the protagonist for the entire series, although the group of major characters widens significantly.

The Seven Station Chronicles have themes of abuse and recovery, coming into one’s own, love and found family, oppression and freedom, and the importance of compassion and fighting for what’s right. Please note that the series features depictions of mental illnesses (including eating disorders and addiction), abuse of multiple kinds (including emotional, physical, and sexual), self-harm, cults and cult trauma, homophobia and transphobia, ableism (especially against neurodivergent people), and sexism (women discriminating against men in elvish culture). Please feel free to ask me if you would like more detail on any content warnings - all snippets or detailed descriptions will be tagged with appropriate content warnings and anything depicting explicit content will be tagged as 18+ content.

Feel free to ask me any questions about anything related to this series - I love talking about it, and my asks and DMs are open.