#really don't want to turn this into a debate

[unknownsvoid]

BLLK BOYS AND THE "GIVE A BITCH SOME HEAD OR SUM' TREND" P2!!

✮⋆˙ | featuring: eita otoya, tabito karasu, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku.

✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive/crack themes! fem!reader. no proof read... the usual. tags: @pinkymangacaps you pretty person want part one? -> here ya go, babycakes!

Eita Otoya! (hate this man whore sm but also love him idk)

You and him are in his room, scrolling through your phones. Soon enough, you get bored, looking over at your man who was currently vaping. (flavoured usb stick. come for me idc sighhh)

You've noticed the trend is currently viral and spiraling around, seeing multiple videos forming on your fyp! Soooo... why not try it on your personal man-whore boyfriend? You begin recording, the sound playing and the fucker turns to look at you almost immediately. A goofy, lopsided smile on his face, "Right nowww?" "..." You give him a concerned look. How did he react so fast... like he was prepared.

"What? Don't look so worried, princess! You're the one who instigated this!"

"Instigated? What a big word. Surprised you know it." He frowns at words, "You're not getting any head now." You shrug, "Neither are you I guess!" The pure worry and sadness on his face as soon as you said that was to die for.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ Tabito Karasu!

His head was resting his head on his thighs. He was in the middle of texting in his little group chat with "the boys"... so corny, but considering he asked to come over to your place cuz he missed you, he isn't showing the "missing" part much. He hasn't paid much attention to you ever since one of his friends sent a text to the group chat and now you were getting bored.

Why not try out this new trend out? Then tease him about it after!

Clicking on the sound and then pressing the record button. You had to record twice because the sound kept finishing before he even got the chance to notice. He was obviously too zoned out with texting to notice, but when he does. He stops mid-typing and then looks up at you, a shit-eating grin on his face. "That what you want right now? I'm down."

"Aren't you busy texting?" You sigh, giving him a faux dirty look, "Seems like you were too occupied with your friends rather than spending time with your girlfriend, who you called to miss, by the way, but as soon as head is mentioned, you pay attention to her?"

He simply shrugs, "Eh, payin' attention to you now, aren't I? Lemme make it up to you then if you're upset 'bout it?"

"No-can-do, bird man. You were busy before texting your mates, ignoring your girlfriend, who says now that head is in the game, that you get to spend time with her?"

"Sooo... you're rejecting have your pussy ate?"

"If the boot fits." He raises an eyebrow and snickers, "Don't know how this is a punishment for me. Seems more like a punishment for you, but aight." he teases, going straight back to texting.

What a prick.

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Sae Itoshi

You and him actually had a slight quarrel. For the stupidiest reason really, you guys were literally debating on whether a tomato is a fruit or a vegetable. He kept saying it was a vegetable, and you kept saying it was a fruit. You told him to search it up and turns out, you were correct. He was pissed off about it and you tell him, 'I told you so!', just pissed him off further. So now, the pink-haired man was having a mini hissy fit and ignoring you. You tried to talk to him numerous of times, but he wouldn't budge, and you were getting bored, so you decided to try this new trend out that kept smothering your fyp! You hit record, letting the sound play in the once quiet room. He got caught so off-guard that he forgot he was meant to be ignoring you. He turns to look at you, a dirty look on his face before he speaks up, "I'm mad at you and this is your way of cheering me up?" "Who said I was tryna cheer you up? This is a demand, by the way." "You can't demand for shit. Fuck off."

"Missing out, I guess."

An awkward five minutes later and he doesn't even say anything before he's sat on his knees in front of you, peeling your thighs apart. You smirk down at him, "Change your mind, Mr. Itoshi?"

"Do you ever shut up?"

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Shidou Ryusei! (the bro who claims they aren't gay)

KASPLOOOOOOOSHHHH! Man, you were just bored and wanted play around with your horny ass boyfriend. The two of you were scrolling mindlessly on your phones. He would occasionally show you a meme or two that would cause you both to giggle for a while, but that was it. You got three videos of the same trend in a row, so you took it as a sign, playing the sound and waiting for him to notice. He did, quite quickly, actually. He gives you that notorious smirk, "Shit, baby. Thought you were never gonna do the trend, but ey, guess it's my lucky day huh." His eyes are glimmering in excitement... too much of it actually and you just side eye him. Yeah, you regret doing this trend now. Why is he so excited? His smirk grows, "Don' look at me like thatttt! You're the one who wanted this. Just playin' by your script, ya' know? Nowww... about that head?" he mocks while wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Don't want it anymore. I rebuke you, you horny ass demon."

"Awww, c'moooonnnn..."

"Fuck no."

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Oliver Aiku! (love hate this slut too..)

The trend was all ovvvver your fyp while you were just peacefully scrolling through at three am and it actually made you miss your slutty man bitch boyfriend and also made you very desperate to try the trend out on him, so you invited him over. Now, you guys were in your room, and you thought this was the perfect time to try the trend out! The suddenness of the sound playing from your phone causes him to look away from his phone and right at you. "Yeah? Could've just asked me instead, but eh, still understood in the end. Spread your legs then."

"If I don't?" You taunt him. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a smug smile, "Ahh, but you will. C'mon now, princess."

You must be stupid to deny head, so you oblige.

Decided not to do Kaiser. I don't know much about him. I hate him. I just know it. When I read that damn manga, I know ima hate his stupid ass.

[strangelysilver]

He does NOT like Will? It's clear as glass never looked at Will with love, only happiness, meanwhile you have the MILEVEN pizzeria scene and the van scene, he CLEARLY looks at Will that way because of EL

Look, Mike's gazes with Will or El can be as romantic or platonic as you want to interpret them. I personally don't really use facial expressions as proof towards a ship. They're more of a fun, cute thing to make GIF sets of.

What DOES convince me of a ship is when the narrative arcs of a story are set up in a way that only makes sense if that ship is endgame. And that's what I think Byler has.

Will's painting lie is a Chekhov's gun.

Will pushing Mike and El together makes him a Cyrano.

Mike's odd behavior towards Will has to be addressed, and there are not many plot reasons why a guy might be suddenly hesitant to express affection to his childhood best friend.

Mike saying "we're friends, we're friends" when Will wasn't implying anything more is potentially one of the most common romance tropes of all time.

Season 4 ends with Mike and Will promising each other to work as a team, and then the final shot shows them paired up alongside the show's canon couples.

El wants to feel normal, and Mike views her as a superhero. Mike wants to feel needed, and El's journey throughout the series has been to become independent and to develop herself from a lab kid with no sense of self into someone SHE wants to be, not what someone else wants her to be.

Will is in love with MIKE. It's not just that he's gay and afraid that his best friend will shun him for it, it's specifically written that he's in love with Mike. The writers didn't need to do that if just wanted the conflict to be Mike potentially being homophobic.

Going back to the painting, letting a gay kid successfully sacrifice his feelings to push a straight relationship together is a terrible message in a show about social outcasts and rejects.

Usually, a heartfelt confession of love is used to dramatically save the day. But Mike's big monologue... didn't. The ending of Season 4 is simply not what you would expect after one of those kinds of world-saving love speeches.

Mike and El are not talking after the monologue. Why would this be true, if the monologue was the major turning point in their relationship? Narratively, it should have brought them closer together, but it didn't.

El says that Mike makes her feel like a monster, that he thinks she's a monster. Will says that Mike makes him feel like less of a mistake, like maybe he isn't one.

Sorry, I have to mention the monologue again. As you mentioned, Mike looks happy with El when they're at the pizza place-- they're talking and laughing. So why is it that after the monologue, after Mike finally tells her what she has been begging for him to say for half a season, El is no longer talking to him?

The audience KNOWS that Mike isn't homophobic. There is an entire scene in Season 1 where he shoves one of his bullies in front of the entire school, despite knowing that he's going to suffer for it, because the bully was making fun of Will by calling him queer. So why else has there been so much build up around Will's inevitable coming out? Like I said earlier, this is compounded by the fact that Will is specifically and intentionally in love with Mike. Why make it such a huge plot thread?

This is already way too long, so I'll cut it there. But I hope I made it clear that it's not the glances or the plentiful parallels to canon couples or the scene direction (though there is some compelling and interesting evidence in that area) that convinced me of Byler happening. There is no debating that Byler's relationship has been built up for three seasons, but I wasn't even a romantic Byler believer until I watched Season 4. It was Season 4 that made me realize that there is no other satisfying narrative ending.

[arietem]

you're a damn fine bartender

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: after your first meeting with jj leaves you aching for more, you find yourself at the country club where jj is the bartender

this is part two of you + me + the bathroom all thanks to @angvl3tears, much lovee darling

smut and suggestive content

You are at the country club, absent-mindedly twirling the straw around your drink, bored out of your mind. Usually, you're not one to hang out here, but every once in a while, your mom drags you here to show face. Whatever the fuck that means.

You are seconds away from excusing yourself to the ladies' room when you look up and, well, well, who do we have here? JJ Maybank, working the bar. Now that you really think about it, you have heard something about him being the bartender here. Maybe that's why you didn't object too much when you were ordered to come along with your mom and her fake friends.

"I'll just go get a refill," you say, motioning to your glass as you get up from your seat. There's no response as everyone is seemingly very interested in this year's landscaping trends. Whatever, it's even better if they don't notice you're not there.

Deciding to just go for it, you make your way toward the bar, fluffing up your hair and straightening out your shirt as you go. For days after that fucking party, you couldn't get his face out of your mind. His blissed out expression as he was cumming inside you was tattooed on the inside of your eyelids.

JJ is cleaning something behind the bar, his back to you. He seems to be focused on having the glasses be the shiniest they've ever been because he doesn't hear you walking over. You take the stool in the middle and cross your arms on the bar top, the leather beneath your ass feeling stiff.

"So, what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" you say with a playful tone, flashing him your sexiest smirk when he turns around. JJ's eyes widen and sparkle in recognition once he takes a good look at you. His white work shirt is cuffed to the elbows, exposing strong forearms. This time, his messy blond hair is lightly slicked back, restrained to be up to par with the so-called classiness of the place.

You much prefer his chaos to this dimmer appearance, though. Even if his ass must look delicious in the black slacks, mandatory bartender uniform. "Didn't peg you to be a Kook, darlin'," JJ drawls, cleaning a glass. Just his voice is already doing its thing to you.

You squirm a little on the stool, crossing your legs, trying to keep the heat from spreading throughout your body. "That's because I'm not a Kook," you reply, flicking your hair over your shoulder. JJ's eyes follow your movements, his lips twitching. You aren't a Kook and you aren't a Pogue either, always somewhere in the middle, or on the outskirts rather. Hence, why your mom is trying to win over those stuck-up women.

"Yeah? Coulda fooled me, hanging out here with those ladies." He bends down, takes another glass, and starts to wipe that one too. With every pass of the rag, his arms flex, reminding you of what they were doing to you a few weeks ago.

You roll your eyes, tracing the bar with your fingers, your long nails tapping gently on the marble top. JJ licks his lips once and puts the rag away. "My mom wants to be one of them all of a sudden, for some unknown reason." You tilt your head a little, as if you are debating on something. "I think she's just lonely."

As JJ looks at you intently, you are trying to figure out what lucky star is shining on you to have his attention again. Even though you aren't friends and don't run in the same circles, you've always known about him. He never noticed you, though, always too busy with being a rebel or an adventurer or a heartbreaker. Well, not until that fateful moment in the bathroom anyway. Now you feel weirdly in the spotlight.

You wave your hand at him, your bracelets clanking together. "Let's not talk about that."

JJ leans closer to you over the bar and says in a low voice, "what should we talk about then?"

You remember what he said about you being a good girl. Desperately, you want to hear him say something like that again. You glance back at your table, your mom and the others still talking animatedly. Slowly, you bring your finger to his bicep and start drawing imaginary circles. "We don't have to talk at all," you whisper, leaning on your elbows more, showing off your cleavage. "I was such a good girl, you know?"

JJ takes in a quick breath, and you can literally see his pupils get bigger. He starts to walk toward the back area of the bar, shooting you a look over his shoulder, his order clear. With a smile to yourself, you eagerly obey, jumping off the stool.

You slip behind the bar in the employees-only area and spot JJ leaning on one of the fridges. The swinging door closes behind you, and all the noise quiets down. Walking toward him, you tie your hair up in a ponytail. Without any words, you kneel down, your hands coming to caress his thighs, slowly traveling up to his ass.

You were so right, his ass is delicious in these black slacks. When your fingers reach his belt buckle, JJ hisses and grabs the back of your neck. He starts lightly pressing into the knots of your neck and shoulders. You work on his buckle and zipper, lowering his pants. JJ's already hard, his dick straining against his boxers.

Your hand goes under your skirt, where your underwear is wet already, too. Guess both of you are still worked up over the bathroom encounter. JJ confirms so, saying "couldn't stop thinking about that sweet pussy, baby. Damn, was wishin' to see you again."

"I was wishing to have this cock in my mouth," you shoot right back. You bite your lower lip, and JJ follows the movement. "I wanna feel you everywhere, JJ." Finally, you take him out, stroking from the tip all the way to his balls. Your thumb circles his tip, spreading the precum. Your mouth is watering at the sight of it, so you spit on him and spread that with your fingers.

JJ's hand tightens around you, his head falling back, a moan escaping him. "Oh, m'gonna fill that filthy mouth, sweetheart," he says, his voice rough. Your pussy clenches, liking the sound of that, liking it very much.

"Eyes on me, Maybank," you say, and slowly take him in your drooly mouth. His head straightens, and his face is flushed, a smirk on his lips. You fix your eyes on his, not breaking contact while you work on taking more and more of him inside. He's big and thick, and you struggle to take as much as you can. You don't want to gag, not yet, so your eyes fill with tears, one escaping from the corner.

"I think you can take more, baby," JJ says when he notices the tear rolling down your cheek. His hands go from the back of your neck to your ponytail, pushing just slightly, but enough to bring his dick even further inside your warm mouth. He's at the back of your throat now, and you can't help but gag on it, more tears trickling from your eyes.

"Oh, fuck, that feels g-good, " he stutters. You hum and moan against his cock, knowing the right tricks to bring him closer to busting. One of your hands travels upward to scratch against his abs, and the other cups his balls. JJ whimpers and whines, the sounds echoing against the metal of the fridge. You hope everyone can hear you, you wish you can set his whimpers as your ringtone.

"Touch yourself for me, baby." You take off your hand from his abs and start circling your clit, already swollen and ready. Collecting some of the moisture from your pussy, you take those fingers and wrap them around the base of his dick, slicking it and stroking him some more.

JJ's moans are now broken and deep, your touching and sucking bringing him to the edge. With another grunt, he explodes in your mouth and you do your best to swallow it, but some of his cum spills down your chin, the stickiness spreading down your neck. You release his cock from your mouth and smile up at him, your eyes still glassy from the tears, mascara all over.

The way he looks at you stops your breath halfway, and you have to cough a little and swallow thickly, your mind hazy and filled with lust.

Of course, just in that moment, you hear somebody calling your name, probably your mom, though the sound is muffled. This time, you have to run, so you quickly get up off the floor, wipe the excess makeup, and blow a kiss in JJ's direction. Hopefully, this is the last time your hookup gets cut short. Third time has to be the charm.

[forestgreenlesbian]

i don't want to have a debate about this but i think it is fucking diabolical of so many actors to attach themselves to this new hp series like it is one thing (still spineless but arguably less within their control) to have the creator of something you worked on reveal their rampant transphobia after the fact and refuse to acknowledge or address it but it's another to be like yes. knowing what i know i am going to sign on to this project this is a smart career decision for me in the year 2025. like atp you either agree with her or it's willful ignorance which has the same detrimental effect as just agreeing with her so either way fuck you. there is no separating art from the artist when you end up with decisions like the one the uk supreme court made today & which was backed by her support and funding

ik the conversation around what to do how to feel etc when something beloved to you comes from someone who turns out to be a bigot or behaved/s awfully is messy and complex eg personal example brand new and their albums feeling integral to my identity as a teenager and trying to reconcile that with everything jesse did and things feeling tainted etc but for me at least the hp thing is on a different level atp. if you are still willing to give her money or attention by any means you are condoning her behaviour i'm sorry like it's not that haaard to pick something else to care about! and i was deep in it guys i was a fan my whole life i wrote the fic i read the books every year! there is evidence on this blog of how big a fan i was but when it comes down to it it's like can i really enjoy engaging with any of this knowing what she thinks and what she has used her money and influence to do to the trans people in this country.

i don't say all this to be performative in my allyship or to make it about myself and i hope it doesn't come across that way like look poor me i gave up something i loved and it was soo hard please clap :( i just mean to acknowledge it in the interest of not being hypocritical and to say that i do not have time for people who say theyve reclaimed the fandom and don't support her but continue to engage with her biggest and most wide-reaching creation. idk i feel like ive avoided discussing this outright on this blog and i just wanted to make it clear fuck her forever and fuck engaging with anything she's ever touched. that is my stance on it all. it can start to feel redundant to say all this because we assume everyone knows what she thinks and the damage she's doing but it's always worth repeating. it's always worth saying again and again that standing by trans women is infinitely more important than any 'loss' you might feel for disengaging with media that comes from people who actively want to hurt and oppress them

[basedhighsenberg]

Okay, story time it is.

Outside of what happened with one of my close friends, two years ago I was going through a hard time over the summer and doing a lot of self reflection and genuinely feeling very lost.

After a particularly bad few weeks, I remember I was going through some of my things in storage when I found an older bible, a paraphrased "Living Bible" that I'd had for a while and completely forgot about.

Years before this (probably a decade), I used to work in a library system when I lived upstate New York. Of the many jobs I performed, one involved processing book donations at the main library branch in my county. There was a loading dock in the parking lot, where people would generally leave boxes of books, and we would all (staff) sometimes pick through them.

The library had policies about what kind of books it could take (newer, no stains or yellowed pages, no heavy damage, etc) and would send ones it couldn't take to a recycling plant. And I remember one day, picking this bible out of a box of books because it was yellowed and was destined for the mulcher.

Going back to a few years ago when I found it in my things, I decided then that it was as good a time as any to start reading it and see how I felt. When I opened the front cover, I found my mom's name written in it.

By some bizarre twist of fate, she had dropped some books off at the library to donate years before, and I had picked through them without ever knowing they were hers. I had never opened the bible up to that point and just had it in my things for years, mostly forgotten.

I can't quite put the experience into words other than it felt like I was flashbanged by God. And if that wasn't enough, as I was reading it I was also reading the highlights and notes my mom had written in it and realized that she had been going through something similar in her life at a similar time.

While I was reading it and connecting to it, I realized that there had been something inside of me that had been longing for Christ for a long time. I don't really have a good explanation as to why I denied Him for most of my life other than I thought it was a expectation of a what a rational person should do, and because of some misguided adolescent desire to be non-conforming and different.

After that happened, I started attending various church services online- although infrequently. It wasn't until the passing of my friend last year that I started attending more frequently, both for a desperate need for comfort & peace, and because I feel like I experienced things after her passing, that cannot be... explained away rationally. Things that shook me to my core, that I've discussed with very few people, it made me feel like I needed to "get right with God."

I don't know how my experiences truly relate to other Christians. All I know for sure is that Jesus has saved me from more things than I can count, both things I didn't want and things I thought I wanted. I don't think I would have gotten through last year at all especially if I hadn't turned to Him, my thoughts and my heart had gone to truly dark places and I was on the edge of some truly heinous actions involving the individual who took my friend's life.

That being said, I believe that everything in my life had to happen the way it did and couldn't have happened any other way because He deemed it so. Even recent events involving a certain Tumblr harpy, although not fun, have helped bring me closer to Him.

I try to read my Bible regularly (I have 2 more now in addition to my mom's), I go to church every Sunday, I pray every day and every night. I'm not baptized- yet. I have zero desire to be performative or to engage in any sort of theological debate, and I do not claim to be an expert about anything Christian.

Nevertheless, here I am, and here it is. I can feel Him reshaping me proundly for the better, I do not feel like I am worthy of any of it, and yet He still is there for me. And I am eternally grateful for that.

What led you to Christ?

Numerous things in the past few years, more than I care to go into detail about.

But, the strongest was probably the murder of one of my best friends last year.

[backpackingspace]

Guys listen I'm once again having ideas that I cannot draw. Consider:

A brief look of rage on Calypso as odysseus calls out for /a different goddess/

[acerikus]

OKAY OKAY BUT THE WEIRD 'FLOWEY IS AN ADULT' TWITTER THING. SAW MORE W THAT THIS MORNING AND WAS LOSING MY MIND

People were using some claim from toby in the artbook or something about being happy when people call god of hyperdeath asriel hot as 'evidence' that he must be an adult or it's weird and it's like???? God of hyperdeath is what he's supposed to look like/wants to look like as as adult if he'd survived manifested. Asriel is canonically an adult in DELTARUNE. Toby was probably delighted to know that people will probably be all over deltarune azzy when he's revealed it's not that deep 😭

[celestetcetera]

hmm. do people still make "secret" art? Art that when you click it, the image is something else. I feel like tumblr dark mode options have maybe made this a bit hard to manage

[vynegar]

behind-the-scenes rambling now that part one is FINALLY posted

[numetalkids]

*inhales*.....................DEEP SIGH

[rotisseries]

omg guys my narines playlist fucks so hard

[voidbornesys]

hnnnnnhnnn,,,,, guys do we think it's reasonable that i don't want to sleep (effectively a front restart) becuase i'm scared of what the host will think of me, particularly her latest doubt/fakeclaiming streak for us- or am i just being a whimp???

[dummerjan]

unfortunately i have absolutely noone and nothing but myself to blame for my lack of sleep

[webism]

pornstar!choso has a curated look that throws off a lot of his costars. strong build, straight-set face, hands made to choke and tear… most of those he film with don’t expect to be doted on the entire time.

people joke that pornstar!choso falls a little bit in love with every costar he fucks or gets fucked by. that glossy look that always pulls at his face by the time a scene ends, how his lip trembles with a need to be kissed raw when he cums. he says it's just the bliss of his orgasm—that he gets emotional in the moment, but it doesn't mean anything. well, until he meets you.

pornstar!choso who looks you up before his shoot because your name sounded vaguely familiar when it left his agents lips. he could have sworn you'd fucked before, because when he rolls the syllables of your name on his tongue they're nostalgic and taste like the sweat and laboured breaths of a long night between satin sheets. had you shot a scene together before? or had it been a one night stand?

pornstar!choso who realises that no, he hadn't slept with you before. but the familiarity of your name isn't a coincidence—he's fucked his fist to your videos more times than he can count. your name hits him like lightning, he had typed it into his search bar late in the night, cock hard and in need of instant relief. it's almost scary how well he knows you, what sounds you make when you get close to cumming, how you often arch your back and try to run from the overwhelming pleasure, how your eyebrows knit together when you're feeling so good it almost hurts.

pornstar!choso who realises with a now-red face that you probably don't have a clue who he is, and yet he's cum in time with you for months now. he's pretty sure he's drained his wallet at least twice on your cam shows... what if you recognise his name and piece it together with his username that he donates under? he debates cancelling the shoot, faking covid to get some time at home to hate himself endlessly.

but pornstar!choso realises that this is his chance to get to know how you really feel. he's imagined it so many times, as he fucked fake pussies or his closed fist using spit or his own cum as lube. you'd be warmer, undoubtedly tighter... so much prettier. and he wants to know more: would you prefer to take control and turn him into the toys he so often pretends are you? would you lay back all pretty and let him ruin you on his cock? how deep could you take him he knows he's big but you seem so eager, would you take him to the base with ease or would he have to force it in? bully your pretty pussy until it stretches to his shape?

pornstar!choso who hates the fact that your first, and possibly only, time together would be in front of a production crew and under the unsympathetic lights of a porn set. but he'd fuck on a stage in front of thousands if it means a taste of you.

pornstar!choso who makes it to the shoot before you do, comes ten minutes early to settle his anxieties and get a feel for the scene ahead. the director tells him its a simple shoot, that choso is meant to let you ride him for a while until you pull off and suck his cock for a nice close-up facial shot. the way the director speaks so clinically about sex with you makes choso grimace, he feels pathetic for feeling like this. like he'll be a changed man after feeling you around his cock, which is already painfully hard.

pornstar!choso who hates himself for stumbling over his words when he meets you. he wishes he had never looked you up, though he doesn't doubt seeing your pretty face like this would have wrecked his confidence regardless. you're kind, greet him with a shy smile as if he isn't about to slip balls deep inside of you.

pornstar!choso who, once he has you sitting on top of him on that bed—cameras pointed dutifully as you start to play your role and hike your skirt up so you can sink down on his cock—he can't handle the thought of fucking you like it's nothing, like it's not been the crux of his fantasies in the dark hours at night.

pornstar!choso who, probably to the detriment of his career, pushes you backwards onto the bed and connects his lips to yours in a kiss that surpasses every single fantasy he's had in his mind. you taste good, and he wants more. he speaks against your lips, asks whines a question that makes your stomach coil. 'can i eat you out first? please?'

pornstar!choso who is chided by the production team as he gets his head under your skirt and laps at your pussy in the most desperate act of need he thinks he's ever displayed. those that claim he falls in love with each shoot would be wholly correct in this case: he is in love with the taste of you, with the way your legs trap him in and ask for more. he could eat you for hours, run his tongue from your clit to dip it inside of you in reverence of the goddess he believes you to be. and you laugh at the absurdity of his hunger, at the courage it takes to run off script, and the pure need in which he eats you out.

pornstar!choso who only stops once the director threatens to cut the scene entirely. his cock hurts with how hard it is though, and he thinks the redirection of blood has made him lightheaded, because when he's made to sit back and let you sink down onto his length he swears he meets god.

pornstar!choso who can't help his whines as you ride him, an addiction already laying down roots in his brain. he has to try and think of anything less godly than you to hold on to his orgasm though, because the combination of your body and having subconsciously trained himself to associate you with climaxing is all too strong, and he's a hairs breadth away from cumming prematurely and ruining the scene.

pornstar!choso who realises as you continue, however, that your moans arent the same as he's heard them before, though the speakers of his phone. you're more breathy with him, your moans are less honeyed, more raw—as if coming from your chest rather than your throat. he wonders for a moment if he's not good enough, if you're having to fake your pleasure to save face for the cameras. but you're soaked, and even above the sounds of your shared pleasure he can still hear the squelch of his cock rutting in and out of you.

but before pornstar!choso can question himself further, your eyes are widening and you're latching a hand onto his throat as your pace increases. he can feel the way you tighten impossibly around him, the way your hips stutter and your pupils blow out with lust—you're cumming. and of course he remembers his instructions, to let you climb off of him and take his load over your face... but you're not climbing off of him.

pornstar!choso who understands the pointed look you manage to give him, that it's your turn to bypass the scene direction. you want to be greedy, to feel him finish inside of you, even through the confines of a condom. your moans arent fake, they're the first real ones you've let sound on a porn set—and choso is pulling them from your lungs like a choir's conductor.

pornstar!choso who can't last a minute longer, now with the way you lean in and coax him to climax with your voice, the soft praise that leaves your lips is an aphrodisiac and all too powerful. he sees stars when he cums, full blown galaxies too complex to imagine. call it an out-of-body experience or not, but choso is lost in his orgasm for long enough to warrant you bringing him back down with a soft kiss to his lips. he looks sinful: his hairs come loose, messy and stuck to his forehead. his eyes, though, are what's going to be the subject of a few screenshots taken by his fans: he looks totally infatuated.

pornstar!choso who, after taking a few minutes to settle himself after the shoot, watches as you walk over to him, a very pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips before you lean down and peck his lips goodbye. he assumes it's the last he'll see of you, that there's no way he's worthy of every tasting you again. that night, he's scared to brush his teeth, to lose the way you linger on his tongue.

pornstar!choso who debates fucking his fist to the memory of you in bed that night. he thinks you've ruined masturbation for him, or sex in general: nothing could quite be the same. and as if its a sign from god that he's done enough good in his life to deserve some positive karma, his phone dings.

a photo of you, a pretty vibrator laid over your stomach. your laptop open in the background, his porn playing on the screen.

attached, a message that makes the poor boy cum in his pyjama bottoms. 'lets meet up again. i want to tie you up and film how stupid you get with a vibe strapped to your cock—a movie just for us, though. no audience.'

pt 2 in the works :p

[jemandrr]

Concept: Reverse-Reverse magical girl anime where perhaps a sort of p5 phantom thief magical girl with relatively regular magic that works for all ages moves to a new school as the exchange student and finds that this city's magical underbelly has no fixed society (ie, no hogwarts, no place where people who are all magical live) and operates under a system where youth with particularly strong internal delusional/ungrounded perspectives are secretly taught to harness that power in a magical girl(/boy) system to protect the town.

They bend reality to their own viewpoint to give them powers, but it also near-inevitably causes them to be more and more warped by their perspectives and become more extreme, reducing their ability to perceive social cues, progressing to less ability to understand the normal nonmagical world, and possibly causing their perception of reality to start seeping into reality subconsciously.

The main character, who just straight up has regular magic and comes from her own underground magic subsociety where regular magic without weird drawbacks is normal, has to navigate this unfamiliar terrain, carefully and slowly learning both the local culture and the strange magical girl system in place here, and ultimately trying to divorce the good that people want to do from the corrupt magic system in place.

The basic idea would be that most significant rejections of reality are rooted in a desire for change, in the most raw form, without necessarily a target to change to or even what they they want to change, and that is what is harnessed to actually alter the world and what drives them to use their powers to defeat monsters. So the series would gradually be addressing multiple characters' conflicts at a time. How their transformation and vigilantism both comes from their ideals or issues, and how the act is in some way leading them towards their goals, offering an escape from normal reality, feels gratifying, feels like an obligation, etc.

While the main character would probably be from an older, more generic tradition where magic is about manipulating some fundamental element of the world (like ambient mana), or using the language of creation (spellwords, runes, circles), or a more simple version of externalizing the internal (mana innate to living things) etc. There might be a recurring issue where the main character has to follow traditional rules of keeping magic a secret while magical girl-magic is strongly glamored and people can't remember the person or situation they saw.

Overall, a mix of explorative worldbuilding of this urban fantasy world, action combat, school life, character exploration and cast building as she unpacks the various ideals and traumas that people can't let go of when she can, or when its above her depth, at least tries to get them to loosen the reins enough to teach them magic or quit using their magic at least, possibly forming staunch antagonists instead (possibly deeply tragic ones).

Over time the wider plot expands to exploring how this magic system became the default here, and systems or entities that perpetuate it and have lead to such a density of people whose grasp on reality is weak or tainted in ubiquitous, anime-esque ways.

Major inspiration points for me to think about this: P5 Mind Palacing and the various aesthetics and moral issues with exploring and unlocking people's hearts.

Quirky/ubiquitous Anime character tropes that rely on strong central ideals or ignoring reality, with obvious examples being Shirou Emiya's desire to be a Hero of Justice, or Arthur from Fire Force, but also I think a lot of eccentric anime characters fit this bill enough to take inspiration from.

Also my general desire to think of ways to make dark and edgy takes on things inspiring and wholesome again, if still acknowledging problems. While the most famous magical girl deconstruction already kind of does that, in general i have a perspective of, 'if the point of deconstructing is to remove the magic from something and ground it, how do I put it back in in an interesting way?'

There's also a certain magical girl show that I've never seen but I read the synopsis of years ago and it completely randomly popped into my head earlier today which apparently starts off as a pretty normal episodic show for, like, entire seasons, before suddenly transitioning to trying to confront the larger systematic issues that her local acts of good don't ultimately help but she can't do it in the end? Which is a fascinating sounding trajectory and just put magical girl shows in my head today.

And when the beginning of this thought happened, I immediately thought of the vocaloid album, Diary of the underaged observer, which is about a student who just observes all the exceedingly eccentric students around and writes it down. I think that album is a great fun encapsulation of youthful coping mechanisms, obsessions, and processing of emotions fleshed out into fantastical anime-esque allegory. So basically every single song on it could be the basis of a person in this setting pretty easily.

[catboybiologist]

Today I just found out that the woman who's been the most supportive of me in my transition believes that trans women shouldn't be able to compete against cis women in sports. Do you happen to have any good peer reviewed resources on the effects of estrogenizing HRT on someone's athletic abilities. Said woman in question doesn't seem to believe there's been any research done, which I deeply doubt. Thank you so much for your continued advocacy for us transfems.

I know you're turning to me for scientific guidance, but I'm just so fucking done with this issue overall. To quote contrapoints: I have nothing left but rage.

I've been on this road before. I could give you some. In most ways, trans women match cis women of their height and weight. But there aren't a lot. Yeah, its a problem. But fucking NOBODY will even study it because of how hot this issue is right now.

But more importantly: There will never, EVER be a study that meets their standards. There's always SOME physical metric that has differences between trans women and cis women. It's become essentially an iteration of the multiple testing problem- if you keep on doing statistical tests, eventually something is going to land.

I don't fucking want to provide studies. I don't want to cut myself down. I don't want my defense of myself to be "oohhh look at me I'm just as weak and pathetic and infantile as cis women"

Is this fucking feminism? Really?

I'm fucking done. Call me the evil hysterical woman, but this entire conversation reeks of misogyny to its fucking core. Organized sports as we know them are made by men, for men, to celebrate male accomplishments and excellence. Cis women can and do equal or excel men in many, MANY physical metrics. But the arbitrary set of rules, the arbitrary set of bouncing balls and scoring systems, are all made to reward the physical abilities of men. We create spin offs and systems of score tracking and variations of the same things over, and over, and over again, to give the fragile little male ego more and more reasons to stroke itself.

Let's take a look at some whiny as piss men not being able to handle the thought that women could EVER be physically notable.

Olympic target shooting used to be mixed gender. A woman won one year. The next year, it was segregated. Not only was it segregated, but the scoring system changed so that the scores of men and women could never be directly compared again.

Last year, Donald Trump sat on stage with Riley Gaines, the transphobic swimmer who whipped up the vitriol about Lia Thomas, and bragged about how it wasn't fair she lost her competition because he, Donald Trump, a 78 year old out of shape wax sculpture of a man, was male. And that he could beat Riley. A trained D1 swimmer. And Riley took it, because it advanced her grift.

There's a now infamous poll that 1 in 8 men think they could beat Serena Williams in a tennis match. Its pretty old at this point, but I'm guessing that number is even higher now.

This entire conversation centers around "trans people crushing the dreams of female athletes" but oh my fucking god, are we not doing that as a society already? This entire fucking "debate" is just an excuse for more and more cis men to sit their, stroking their fucking egos on live television about how big and strong and powerful and fucking WHATEVER men are, and even the trace of maleness in trans women is enough to permanently make them some kind of ubermensch that destroys cis women by every metric imagineable.

I don't give two shits about saving sports, one way or another. I detested organized sports long before I transitioned. Ya wanna talk natural advantage, and how sports rewards exactly the kind of physical ability that a certain brand of cis man pushes themselves to? I have a very mild ankle deformity that means jogging for long periods of time is painful. My best mile time is over 11 minutes. And yet I don't see any of the fuckers that are "better" than me out there in the ocean, clinging to the bottom on a single breath for minutes, or up there with me on top of Whitney. Only one of those skills is celebrated.

Fuck me that was a tangent. My point is, I've long since realized that sports are a self propagating system for the egos of people with a very particular kind of physical prowess. The only exception to this is when its exploitative of people with that kind of extremely specific physical prowess, and leaves those it exploits in the fucking gutter. I don't need to start bringing up CTE, I know y'all know exactly what my take would be on that.

but what is sending me over the fucking edge is how I'm supposed to be the crazy one. I'm the delusional tranny for pointing out that we have lost the fucking plot entirely. This is recreation. Its entertainment. And we are using it to punish people. Fuck this.

I'm so sorry OP, but just don't engage in that game. If you need a calm, measured argument, try attacking the misogyny of it all. The only way to "fix" sports is to create more events that reward and celebrate the physical abilities of cis women: flexibility, extreme long term endurance, and fuck I'm not a sports person nor do I want to waste brainspace on more than that. We need a system for cis women, one that doesn't tell them "here, have this shittier, less viewed, less supported, less encouraged, less celebrated version of something a man is good at". Trans people would find some place in that and in theory, there would be nothing to complain about.

Jesus fucking christ, if I see one more male news pundit start talking about trans women in sports I'm going to straight up devolve into a misandrist.