#sex ed isn't scary

[fandomsandfeminism]

I honestly think that the lack of non-sexual nudity in public spaces has done horrific damage to American society.

We deeply struggle to understand the natural diversity of bodies because we only see naked bodies in a sexual context. We are taught that seeing nudity is somehow inherently harmful, especially to children. We struggle to differentiate between sexually suggestive and sexually explicit material.

It fucks up the way people think about and talk about sex ed. It fucks up the way people think about and talk about breast feeding. It fucks up the way people think about and talk about queer folks. It feeds into fatphobia and ableism and is all rooted in this deeply harmful puritanism.

Like, I need people to understand that seeing a bare titty in public is not going to hurt a child. Seeing a man in a banana hammock isn't inherently traumatizing. I would argue, in fact, that adults treating those things as dangerous and gross and scary is going to do way more damage to a kid's psychology than seeing the nudity in the first place.

[kaonarvna]

Every now and again, I remember that my disability (EDS) isn't invisible, actually. People are just uncomfortable when they can see it. People don't want to see it. People like to ignore it. Other people just stare at it, and don't even look at me. All they see is a pile of bones and fascia and something to pity.

I've worn a shoulder brace the past week, because it subluxed horribly a week or so ago. Still healing. Visible.

I always have compression sleeves on my arms, full coverage. Bicep to wrist. Visible.

I have soft braces and compression kit for every joint imaginable. Visible.

I'm covered in KT tape. I've worn it on my goddamn face after a jaw sublux, for that little extra support and proprioception help. Tape. On the face. Very visible.

The people I've worked with for years are used to it by now, the good ones, at least. They don't remark when I take a minute to stretch. They know I'll say something if I'm not okay. They know I'm in a constant state of variable dysfunction. They've seen enough, they're used to it.

But then there's people who aren't used to it. People who see me stretch on the ground, watch in discomfort, then they ask someone else if I'm okay. I can hear them quietly mutter it to other staff. I hear them go, "oh, he does that". I can see their discomfort with me (just existing as I need to exist). I can see the discomfort in these new people who aren't accustomed to bodies with slightly different needs, and it's a visceral reminder of being "other". I wonder, how terrible and scary and different I must be, for them to not even have the fortitude to ask me themselves.

And then there are the new people who see it and ask too many questions. The ones who go "but you're so young!" as though my connective tissue has a concept of social expectations for people under (arbitrary age). They go "but you look great!" as though I'm not covered in bruises and held together by tape (nevermind the implication that the disabled must look "bad"). They go "but you never call in!" as though I'm not often two seconds away from doing so, before the fear of losing my job sets in.

...and these are the ones who seem to wish not to see it the most. The ones who ask questions like I should be on display, and as soon as the conversation ends, so does my disability. They'll ask the same questions the next time, and the next time, and the next. It always ends with statements of pity, or something pity-adjacent. If I'm "lucky", they might even make an inappropriate comment about how I shouldn't be working, or sex must be "interesting", or act like I'm some eldritch horror that shouldn't exist.

And I'm reminded of the training I was once made to sit though. A ninety minute training, where you sit and watch the PowerPoint for ninety minutes in a too-small plastic chair, while someone reads the PowerPoint. The presenter started with a cute little "haha I know it's long, feel free to get up and walk around, or stretch".

I did.

I got up, walked myself to the side well out of the way of the tight chair lines, and laid down to stretch (a good spinal twist, loosen things up).

And she stopped the presentation.

She asked if there were any first-aiders present.

She was going to keep going on and on, until I heard someone say, "oh, he's fine, he does that." and a few "that's just (name), he does that". She started apologising profusely, waffling about how she thought there must have been a medical emergency, how people don't usually get up. She seemed baffled by the mere concept that someone would actually need to get up, and couldn't sit for ages. Her statement was entirely performative and insincere.

Today, after the day was effectively done, I laid down on the clean, carpeted floor in my classroom to just...be horizontal for a moment. Find some way, any way, to get my lower back to move and function and not feel like it was being clawed apart from the inside. Relieve myself a little, so I could finish the day without abject misery. And this very-new member of staff sat on the other side of the room, presumably watching me. When I got up, she asked very quietly, "Is something wrong with you?" and all I had the energy to say was "I'm fine". I'm tired of explaining my body. I'm tired of explaining my needs. I'm tired of justifying taking care of myself.

Someone recently told me "You're very brave. I think I'd rather die than live like you."

I didn't respond. I didn't have the energy to break down that she'd effectively told me I should die. I didn't have the energy to tell her that it's not bravery to live "like this".

It's my only option.

I know nothing else.

And I'm just tired. And hurting.

I'm grateful for the few good ones, the ones that are used to it. The people who have stopped asking me if I'm okay when I stretch, or need a little break, or get out the tape and scissors.

They know I'm not okay. That's why I'm on the ground. That's why I'm checking my range of motion, or feeling a joint, or holding pressure on a digit that's come undone. I'm not okay, and I'm trying not to get even worse.

I'm not okay, actually. I'm never okay, and that's fine. I'll never be your version of "okay", and that's fine. I've no choice. Thank you for knowing that I'm not okay, but that that's normal, and that if something was seriously, horribly wrong, I'd do something. Thank you, for just going about your business and talking to me as normal when I'm taking care of myself, instead of sprinkling eggshells on the ground for your own personal crunching.

I'm just tired. I'm visibly disabled if you look for ten goddamn seconds. I'm a person if you look for twenty. I'm a fetish if you just keep staring and staring and asking about my body like you're entitled to my flesh. I just want to sleep for more than two hours without my body waking itself up to remind me it hurts. I'm so tired.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi! Just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to answer everyone’s questions - it’s been a BIG help.

The other day, I experienced a certain situation that FREAKED ME OUT, but then I remembered you had answered an ask about something similar, so I dug through your posts until I found it; seeing your explanation about that situation really helped reassure me that there was nothing major to worry about and that all I needed to do was look after myself a little more in the future.

Thanks again!!

YAY I'm so glad! this is one of my favorite things about doing sex ed the way I do here on tumblr, where one person asks but anybody can see the answer. you never know when having that info might come in handy later and help you realize something isn't as scary as it seems :)

[acearcane]

Random TUA Headcanons, Pt. 1

I was thinking about what sort of uncles (and aunt) the Hargreeves siblings would be. Since we may get to see those dynamics in s4 (the Klaus and Claire pic has got me hyped) it's time to share my silly thoughts.

This isn't speculation; I don't really do that. These are merely random ideas of mine (and all very soft because I can't be an angst writer all the time). Enjoy! ^.^

Below the break.

LUTHER

Helps teach them how to drive, and really enjoys it, too.

Has karaoke sessions in the car with his nieces when he drives them around. He tries to sing all the parts and makes them laugh.

Takes them to planetariums, rocket launches, and shows them how to work a telescope; he'll map the night skies with them for hours.

Was always the favorite when it came to playing hide-n-seek or tag; he invented a game called "crazy monk" where he makes scary faces and chases them around the house.

Could carry one niece on each shoulder easily; they loved it.

DIEGO

Is there for them after their first break-up. He takes them to a rage room and they have a grand time smashing things to bits.

Teaches them self-defense, as well as how to properly throw a knife. He may have gifted them their first knife a little too early, though.

Attends all of their sports games and track meets, and is there to scream and cheer from the sidelines (or shout at the ref if needed).

Learned how to style hair so he could give his daughter and niece all sorts of fun and dramatic hairdos; on speed dial for "crazy hair day" at school.

ALLISON

The one who takes them out for their first drink when they turn 21.

Likes to buy a lot of little presents for them, although they'll occasionally get jump-scared by something huge, like a new car.

Loves to go on trips with them; was definitely their travel companion for their senior graduation trip.

Helped them get ready before prom and took way too many pictures, all of which she cherishes greatly.

Would absolutely be the one to give "the Talk", because all of her brothers were too awkward to do it for their own children. Is excellent at giving a quick and concise sex ed course.

KLAUS

Would love to take his nieces to get their nails done (he'd get his done, too).

Loves to go get ice cream, boba, and other little treats with his nieces.

Is definitely the one bringing home puppies, kittens, hamsters, etc. as birthday presents.

If any of his nieces/nephews were to come out as queer, he'd be wildly supportive. He'd go with them to get their hair cut and buy new clothes if they were trans, or support them at Pride, or just overall be the coolest uncle ever.

FIVE

Acts like he could care less, but remembers all of the tiny, insignificant details such as their favorite color or favorite flavor of ice cream.

Will pick them up from anywhere, no lectures, no questions asked. Also won't tell their parents if they don't want him to.

Became very distressed the first time one of his nieces was bullied; his siblings had to remind him that he was not allowed to murder a kindergartner.

Unironically refers to them as his siblings' "spawn" and "offspring".

Asks his nieces for help when it comes to using his phone.

Would take his nieces to Starbucks or Dutch Bros (is this too niche to my area?), even if he thinks their coffee tastes like shit, because he likes to see them smile when they drink their overly sugary drinks.

(UMBRELLA) BEN

The absolute best at reading bedtime stories. He'd do goofy voices and end up keeping his nieces awake because they'd be too busy giggling.

Helps them study for tests and exams (they always get the best grades when Uncle Ben helps them).

Is an extremely good listener and gives some of the best advice. He never judges them for their mistakes, but always suggests how they might grow and move forward.

Happy to help his nieces on their curiosity voyages; likes to take them to museums and other places of learning.

VIKTOR

Would attend every musical, dance recital, talent show, and performance his nieces were in. He'd be in the back with big bouquets of roses and whistle and cheer at all the right moments.

Likes to take them to do the ordinary, menial things he wished he could do as a kid, such as going to the zoo or an amusement park.

Loves to talk and FaceTime with his nieces; he never misses a single call.

Is happy to pay for any artistic hobbies his nieces want to pursue, such as music lessons or drama camps.

Have any other headcanons about the Hargreeves as aunt and uncles? Lemme know in the replies or the reblogs!

[three--rings]

Okay so I know we're in this big anti-sex cultural moment.

And I know my own personal standards on this issue are way out there. I am a sex first relationship later person. It's just how I roll. So I'm biased.

But I have to say, everyone talks like it's definitely for sure that it was a bad idea for Ed and Stede to have sex when they did.

And honestly, like, I'm not even arguing with that. It was a very understandable time for them to have sex. There should have been some more talking either before or AFTER about how they were both feeling. But it wasn't ideal perhaps.

Still I want to be clear: I don't think them having sex is the fucking problem here.

Ed is overwhelmed and unsure of where he fits right now. He's been through a lot of trauma recently (and caused a lot of course.) So it's understandable why he'd feel unprepared to add sex with Stede on top of it all.

However, they both do very much want to have sex with each other. And when two people are in love and really attracted to each other and really want to have sex, even if they have other reasons why they are holding back from it...well, eventually they're going to have sex. Sooner or later, but probably sooner.

Time in this show is very difficult to gauge, especially this season. So some time has passed between the moonlight scene and the beginning of ep 6. Ed had his leathers back, he's not wearing the bell, things have changed and progressed. It's not the next day. Probably.

We don't get to know how much time it's been or what has been said in between. Ed seems basically in the same place mentally. If not a worse one. Progress is not being made.

It's easy to criticize Stede for initiating a rather aggressive pounce on Ed in the wake of his trauma. But he's clearly not thinking. That's his issue, separate from the question of whether Ed is ready, so I'm not going to get into it. But he does pause, and he looks to Ed for permission, which Ed gives before enthusiastically and passionately joining in.

They both just went through a scary time. They both are seeking comfort in each other. It means sooner comes rather than later in the inevitable 'they're GOING to fuck' race. I know that sentence is a trashfire but let's move on.

Ed is happy in the morning. He's a little nervous, with the breakfast, but he feels good about dumping his leathers. He's come to a decision. Even after he starts to get nervous after Stede talks about their career, he's mostly fine when they go eat. Relaxed, happy about what happened.

And then all the fame stuff starts and he's fine at first. He talks to Jackie and is fine about it until Jackie is like yeah but you have a problem with your man. He talks to Izzy.

Now he's REALLY done a 180. He doesn't see his desired life and Stede's desired life matching up. Stede apparently doesn't understand Ed and where he's at if he thinks they're going to be pirates together now.

This is the problem. This is what upsets Ed. he spirals for hours. He's running scenarios and coming to negative conclusions. He's not valuable or loveable if he's not Blackbeard. Stede doesn't want him if he doesn't fit into that life. He needs to move on. He is panicked and freaking out.

Then he talks to Stede, after already making the decision to leave and go fishing. Like, let's be clear, he doesn't decide that during their fight. He's decided and signed on. He's just saying goodbye.

It's only then that he brings up the sex. He does throw blame at Stede for it a bit, which I think is mostly fair. But he also isn't accounting for Stede's state of mind at the time. They were both off tilt. But he digs into that, and to me, I think he's using the sex as an excuse.

He didn't have a problem with the sex itself. He was happy in the morning and after. Smiling, smug, cute, loved up, having heart to hearts about mermaids and letters.

It was all the life/identity stuff that crashed in that shifted him. But he doesn't know how to talk about that. He doesn't know how to explain it or be vulnerable about his worst fears and self-worth issues.

So he goes on offense and says hey, actually, this is your fault. He picks the issue he has words for, the only one they've actually talked at all about.

Stede is NOT wrong when he identifies Ed as panicking and wanting to run. Stede is recognizing the behavior from himself.

Just like it's not about Ed wanting to fish, it's not about them going too fast. It's about them not communicating about their deepest needs and desires and fears.

They can have sex or not have sex, if they're not communicating it won't work. They could continue fucking like rabbits and have long talks in between sessions and get really really far. Or do what they've been doing which is NOT having sex and also not communicating which can go on forever and they won't get closer to happy.

I feel like fandom has latched on to this one thing as The Problem, because it's all Ed SAID was a problem. But we have lots of evidence otherwise.

I mean, even the conversation...Ed says it's too fast, Stede is like...okay well we can do whatever. He doesn't get defensive even though he's hurt. But that's not good enough, because that's not actually the problem. But at that point Ed really starts running away.

And they start getting more heated, both being sloppy at expressing themselves. (Stede is unfortunately pretty freaking drunk.)

I think they are both very avoidant personalities when it comes to this kind of thing, this kind of deeply personal conflict. Their anxieties keep them from being honest. And so the sex combined with Stede's killing of a man, and newfound fame, that all became a crisis that forced them to confront these issues. I think ultimately probably for the best, instead of not addressing them.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Writing a piece on Miles Morales, Brooklyn and Trap Music

In literal tears at how trap music, aka the 'really really vulgar violent materialistic' rap music is actually like... The purest and most radical form of black art in the recent decades.

Like I genuinely think songs about guns and money and trap houses and diamond chains are incredibly radical because it's a medium made to appeal COMPLETELY and only to black people.

It's made to be so vulgar that it CANNOT be censored. You can't censor WAP. Half the lyrics would disappear.

Trap music and scary black music about guns and gangs and struggle and money and sex and excess - it all COMPLETELY rejects the white ideal. White morality and politeness.

That's why FOX hates it so goddamn much.

Black people openly saying "We're going to be ghetto and loud and sexual. And you're gonna drive the same cars as you. Live in your neighborhoods. NOT ASSIMILATE."

And I know most nonblack people may not take interest in it or might openly judge it but like.. it really is entirely radical and punk as fuck.

And it's a big part of where Miles and ESPECIALLY MILES!42 is from.

Trap music is like Miles!42. Unflinching, full of culture, intimidating to the uninitiated, and DOPE AS SHIT.

Nonblack people - scary violent rap music with 'bad morals' and gangs and stuff is not really scary and it's a vital part of our culture that is censored entirely from modern media.

That's changing and I talk about that in the post, and how ATSV is getting better at it - but we are in no way all there.

I know there might not be an interest in it but I love trap music as an art style and I hope that at least 1 person will be less scared when they hear music like that you know.

Like yes I genuinely think everything Cardi B has released is better written and more important than anything Ed Sheeran could convince ever.

A black woman singing about damaging sex and fellatio on a international scale is extremely radical and something only a black woman in trap music could get away with.

Like - they would not let Christina Aguilera say that. They are not gonna let say dick and pussy and actually put the track on an album censored or not.

Because sexism.

But black women can do it. And that's a radical act.

"But she calls herself a whore that's degrad-"

She's reclaiming a slur.

Trap and rap music isn't scary. It's actually radical simply by existing. And it may seem unrelated to ATSV and Miles -

But Miles and Miles!42 are black guys from NYC. Like... Come on. Trap Music is Miles!42 experience.

[strugglingatart]

Jr Year ep 3

This is me live blogging bc I need to get thoughts out also would love fandom friends full spoilers bellow the cut just so no one accidentally reads anything they don’t want to this will be long

EX GIRLFRIEND I will legit fight Brennan why did we at least not see it....

btw me saying I will fight brennan is mostly a joke like I get why we made all these changes, I don't actually love everything but I do trust all these people enough that it will serve the story and play out great

Immediately clocking the fairy festival (Frosty whatever it is I'm so sorry Brenan says it and then it's immediately out of my head) connection we love

love love looove the aguefort projections, so many Arthur statues!

Riz's manic energy is such a vibe, not exactly healthy but a vibe I get

the astral realm where all the dead gods go

lowkey love that Gorgug and Fabian are solid like the boys lowkey play them so dumb but that's just teenage boys for ya (also thought maybe Fabian would be in less trouble but still some so this makes my anxiety relax a bit, only issues we already knew off)

Actually for the wizards I'm really chill is an A+ and also probably true sentence

ah the answer I needed about Fig's multiclass

Ah the society of shadows again, and a college for sad alone adventureres lol

their record is bad but it should be worse when talking about the one person sports team is SO FUNNY to me

the friends bit is so good, everythig about it, all the laughing, Emily failing intentionally, Ally letting it work even tho it shouldn't, perfection

Lydia still making half orc meals we love and stan

Adaine-Riz friendship is SO IMPORTANT to me

the sibbling energy our girls have are amazing

the Thisstlesprings will literally just go into sex ed and Gorgug's reaction is gold everytime

"Can I run from you?" LMAO

ok I'm getting the silly energy they were talking about now

listennnn we are gonna get into Gorgug isn't a good barbarian according to his teacher again aren't we? it's why it wasn't pre approved? I will fight this teacher he literally saved the world twice as mostly a barbarian let him be a chill barbarian

WHY DID GILLEAR NOT TALK TO FIG

yes Fabian make Fig go to class

yay new lunch lad

also I legit thought the time quangle was just an explain continuity errors away and also get rid of the agueforts who break encounters thing but it might be related to the plot now that it's come back up in the recap and in the intercom in story

Fig has Gillear's luck confirmed ok

Zac's physical comedy continues to be SO GOOD

the sillies really are here I'm laughing so much

straight away this lady is insane

four different dogs is such a good burn, love agro Kristen

do not trust this people at all

ohhh skullcleaver, Katya's aunt? cousin? I don't recall the seven mentioning that

listen Fabian's house being party house is lowkey dangerous

Kristen being a disaster gay even when trying to help friends flirt is a mood and a half

ooohh I like mazey

don't trust the attomaton tbh

also yes I just thought of this now so it's late but going back to Kipperlilly whatever her name is, like homegirl can't make big institutional changes youre class president not on staff

rules always being followed to the letter is tbh scary there has to be room for interpretation, perfect order doesn't exist

YES PLOT love how it's already too much bc mood and "yeah I cannot think about that right now" and "embodyment of writers block" oh this season is gonna continue to hit me in the face

Wanda Childa is wild

she was a turncoat, more importantly she was a mirror

why is Ally's hey girlie voice so terrifying

fully forgot porter was the barbarian teacher and I will fight porter LET GORGUG MULTICLASS...

aaaa I'm going into a worry is here, legit thought it was gonna be in battle but I love Gorgug's energy here bc I've been there where you do things kinda nontraditional way and have teachers make the achivements sound so much worse just bc i didn't get there through the path they wanted me to take

love terpsichore immediately

they get 30's fairly often now we love level 10

fabian is such an arsty kid at heart and always was like Lou wanted to make a jock maybe but never did

listen trashbag sandwich is worrying but it was indeed fine

I get that Riz is type A but he is the non annoying kind

homegirl who desn't like technicalities and ppl gettign away with stuff got out in one huh? also I have no idea what that means the teacher found her? what?

Jawbone I love you and also I worry about how much I relate to Riz

I so hate this girl I'm with Adaine, she's the worst we've had

oh no the Applebee's

ok so I have a huge like essay somewhere about both why I don't like how Kristen is dealing with Cassandra but also how I 10000% understand her as someone who abandoned religion but was then forced to still be in similar roles and religious enviornments after that somewher in my head buut also who cares but just know it exists

omg Bucky giving her a hug I cry

Kristen is not doing well but that was actually a pretty good parental confrontation tbh I'm proud

oh damn poor Adaine I'm sosorry my dear you don't deserve this

Brennan really went you know what? we are not having your wildness work for you this time Emily, your shit is catching up to you

yay fig went to class finally

we got SO many designs with all the teachers and such and they are all so great

oh nooo Kristeeen, each step I take the step behind me vanishes is such a raw ass line like this poor teenager is legit so lost like someone help her please (also that was a relatable little monologue.. am I ok?)

love the cleric teacher a lot

ok but i love cassandra alright twilight, mystery and doubt are such a cool ass domain you can sell it and embrace it Kristen I belive in youuuu

but also again: a good ass teacher

awn I love that they're back in the forest

again Siobhan promised no taers and I have cried twice now maybe three times in three eps??? rude af

the bad kids should've helped with the whole Cassandra stuff I just realised I'm so sorry

oh shit not Kalina again.... I feel like i got stabbed in the heart

oh I am sooo pumped for next ep!!!!!

[dareactions]

Can we get some headcanons for bull and dorian (separate) with a male lover whose in their first mlm relation ship?For sfw maybe their concerned about wether or not the relationship should work differently than mlw And for just tapping into nsfw (no need to go into it) their worried about not being able to actually do anything good, and they start considering simply telling bull and Dorian to go find someone else for such things?

if you saw this get posted by accident, you didn't. Tumblr's new shit system messed me over.

the nsfw-esque bits under the cut :) !

Iron Bull: It's kind of cute in a way, honestly. Bull can't remember someone being that anxious about dating in years, especially not when it came to him. But he also has to wonder what goes on in that brilliant mind sometimes that shit like this takes such a large space in his everyday thoughts. It all reaches a point where Bull puts a hand on the Inquisitor's back one day in passing, leaning down to speak in hushed sentences as they glance at the chargers training. ''You know you're overthinking, right? Like a fuck ton.'' He starts with a laugh, and the Inquisitor's huff is just a bit too fucking cute. ''It's not different whatsoever in the romance department, trust me. It's not like we have to follow those shitty stereotypes people like to make up- we have to just exist, not much more. So stop worrying so damn much, you'll knock yourself out at this speed.''

Dorian: It's a relatable anxiety, in a way. There's not really any proper guides or books about it and he feels the gnawing need to do something but being unaware of what exactly to do. He knows that sometimes words aren't enough. But Dorian does know his lover, he knows his partner. So he gently takes his hand one night when they're sitting in the warmth of a fire and just lets the man he loves absolutely dump every piece of worry and anxiety on him about it all. Long winded sentences that make little to no sense make it into the mix and Dorian just stays quiet for a moment, sighing and smiling - because it's all a little bit funny in a way. ''It's not that different, really. We love the same, don't we? You're overthinking, an understandable thing, but you are overthinking this. A relationship between us are no more complicated than it would be if we were a man and a woman, maybe we'd get one less stare in our direction- and a few less scornful comments or whatever else. But this is as complicated as we make it, so get out of that thick skull of yours. We'll be fine.''

Iron Bull: Now, this fear he gets a bit more. While sex to him was about as scary and new as well- his reflection maybe? he gets it. He can recognize the anxious expression anytime his hands start wandering a bit too much and Bull will be damned if he doesn't know how to soothe anxiety regarding sex at least. ''Now, if you actually want this to be an open thing, that can be discussed- but I'm not just going to go fuck someone nilly willy because you're clearly not actually fine with it.'' He'd had arrangements like that in the past, in the end the romance department was more new to him than anything else. It's not like he had actually been in a relationship-relationship in the past really. ''But I'm not sure if you've been told this, but sex is awkward. It isn't going to click instantly, that's fine- the fun part is figuring things out and being able to laugh at yourself about it. You're going to do fine, you're going to learn and adjust and even if you figure out it isn't your thing sexually- we'll figure it out. Now take a deep fucking breath because I think you're about to pop a blood vessel.'' This was followed with far too many sex ed speeches, probably.

Dorian: When the Inquisitor suggests taking other lovers, Dorian almost feels a bit offended. Really? Other lovers? Did he look like he was that clueless to the Inquisitor's anxieties? ''You don't actually want me to do that, do you?'' He asks, glancing up over the spine of his book entirely unimpressed as the Inquisitor stares for a moment, glances away and shakes his head. ''That's what I thought.'' And he puts his book away and sighs. ''I understand being nervous, it's nerve-wracking with new partners. But I'm not quite sure if it's as complicated as you're making it out to be. It'll be a bit clumsy probably, for sure, but I think that's kind of fun in a way, don't you? Learning each others bodies, what makes the other tick.'' Well that is an interesting reaction there, the Inquisitor's nervous glance at his lips. Sadly Dorian had absolutely no intention of letting this go just for a quick make out session as tempting as it is. ''We'll talk through it, if you need to. I am actually an expert on gay sex, believe it or not- don't laugh, it's true. I'm an expert, we'll figure it out, one step at a time. Now get over here and lets figure out what concerns swimming in that skull of yours that I can quell.''

[youremyheaven]

I'm gone for three days....3 DAYS! And you got the 🍑 ate by balded brotha and arm guy (who I thought had ed game-y potential) poofed! Idk if I should cry or slap my forehead.

How you holding up dearest? Idk who gave nazar, but I hope he gets a cramp on his arm and dick 🖤 (Conspiracy theory: what if it was bigbro™ giving nazar on armguy™? Like you know ‘Maybe I have no competition, let her be mine 👁️👁️’)

JAJSJSJJSJWJSJ

I knew i could count on u guys to cheer me up 😭🤣🤣🤭🤭

But soooo much has happened that I haven't shared yet 👀🫣🫣

Arm guy is giving mixed signals rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

But ngl having sex with two different Bharani men who act SUPER SIMILAR IN BED, it was so weird, scary, deja vu like and 💀💀💀💀 a few days apart was crazyyy 😩😌🤪 no ragretssss

The baldie was lowkey better at pounding tbh and his 🍆 is bigger 🥺😩 when he was pounding me doggy style, i literally floated up to heaven 😭😭😭 but unfortunately he couldn't stay hard 😔 which i actually didn't mind that much. Like I'm not an orgasm obsessed person, I feel orgasmic as I am. For me sex isn't just about the orgasm, it's about pleasure and I genuinely enjoy every aspect of it, be it giving or receiving head, being pounded or him manhandling my body 😩😩😩I loveeee being touched 🥺 in bed like 😩 the baldie held me close and told me "you have such a sensitive body" 🙈🙈🙈bc he'd literally touch me anywhere and I'd be like 😩😩😩😩and I'm like duh🙄

How do I feel? I feel like I've healed a lot of sex related traumas and started to see sex as just another part of the human experience which is nice 👍🙂

WHOEVER PUT NAZAR ON ME 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

lmaaaooo I wouldn't put it past him tbh, he's OBSESSED with me like GENUINELY, he donates money to charity in my name 😭🥺🫶

Arm guy adores me (or so i thought 🙄😮‍💨😒) but he's an Uttaraphalguni Rising and i don't think Solar men are capable of obsession 🙃🙃they be too chill for that

[aromantic-diaries]

hello. i know that this is not a help blog (feel free to delete this ask) but i need help and i don't know where else to go.

i am barely old enough to be on the internet, and it can be argued that i am too young to know whether i am ace, but the thought of puberty (as in increasing libido and beginning to feel sexual attraction and/or romance) horrified and disgusts me. i tried asking my mom for advice, but all she would say was that i was too young to know.

i don't want to be a late bloomer. i don't want to bloom at all. i'm terrified that puberty will turn me into something that isn't me. i cannot stress how genuinely horrifying sexual attraction and libido are to me. i don't know how i would cope if i felt either of them.

i just. even if you don't want to answer this ask, could you just say something like "hey anon, you know who you are, x could probably help you". please

Okay, first thing's first stay safe on the internet. Anyways I don't believe in telling people they're too young to know if they're ace but I do think it's probably easier to know if you're ace or not once you've hit puberty

Now as someone who's gone through puberty, one thing I can assure you of is that it doesn't just creep up on you and get you all of a sudden, for the most part the changes occur slowly and steadily. A lot of it is pretty uncomfortable and feels gross but that's mostly cause as a kid you're kind of taught that bodies are taboo when really that's just how we're put together. Having a body is gross sometimes and that's okay. As for libido and sexual attraction, I think it's best to take it slow and learn about it from a safe source. I know sex ed is flimsy in most schools and I was unfortunate enough to learn about sex through the internet which lead to a lot of confusion so I recommend asking a trustworthy adult that you feel safe with to explain things to you. If that's not an option, there's probably some good sources online or in your local library. Understanding sexuality can make it a lot less scary

I don't know if you're ace or not. If the idea of sex makes you uncomfortable as of now, it could be cause you're still very young. Regardless of what the case is, you don't have to rush into it. Your safety is important and I should warn you that the internet is a scary place and finding porn is way too easy, and being exposed to that stuff at a young age can seriously mess with your brain chemistry. If you do end up experiencing sexual attraction, the most important thing is to explore it safely. Don't interact with people in NSFW spaces on the internet, if you reeeally want to look at that stuff, only lurk. There's a lot of creeps online and any adult who isn't a creep will tell you to stay out of these online spaces for the sake of your own safety. Same goes for reading fanfic. No one can really stop you from reading it if you want to read it but the 18+ warning is there for a reason. As for actually having sex, only do it once you know you're ready and with someone you really do like. And if you are ace after all, I recommend taking the time to learn about the identity so you can understand yourself better.

I should also mention that having a libido is something that can happen even if you do turn out to be asexual. This is because if someone's a mammal with all their parts in tact they'll come equipped with a reproductive system and all it's functions, regardless of whether or not they want to use it. So don't be alarmed if you feel stuff even though you don't really want to do anything about it, it might feel uncomfortable but that's mother nature for you.

I hope I could make this whole ordeal a bit less intimidating for you, apologies if I sound condescending at times, I'm just trying to talk about things without being creepy (at the end of the day I am still a stranger)

If anyone in the audience has some good resources that could be helpful for youngsters, it'd be greatly appreciated

[infinitenatones]

Let me be your stress relief

Steve's had a very boring Saturday grading papers and starts to remember one of the many times he and Eddie had Sex getting himself very worked up. But when Eddie gets home fuming from a shitty interview they both have the same idea on how to help Eddie get his frustrations out.

Explicit

Tags & Warnings - Smut, Mean!Eddie, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Steve, Rock Star!Eddie, Teacher!Steve, Anal Sex, Face Fucking, Spanking, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Degradation, Aftercare

5.8k words - Also on AO3

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It has been a particularly long and boring Saturday so far. Steve has spent the vast majority of the day grading his students papers and watching trash tv. Eddie has been out since morning doing an interview and photo shoot to promote the band's new album. “Finally, last paper done” Steve sighs as he places the final piece of work on top of the stack. He looks at his watch, 5:36pm perfect time for a glass of wine, desperately needing something after all that work. He could have a joint, Eddie had pre rolled a bunch before he left this morning, but Steve isn't a fan of smoking up by himself anymore. It's more enjoyable with Eddie and he always makes sure that Steve doesn't get too stoned, stress makes him chain smoke which is not a good idea, especially if it's joints he’s smoking. 

Steve shuffles to the kitchen, grabs the wine glasses and pours some merlot. “Shit” Eddie isn't back yet and he has instinctively poured him a glass. Well it’ll be ready for when he gets home, shouldn't be too much longer anyway, Steve thought as he walked over to turn the TV off and put some music on instead. He searches through their collection of tapes looking for a specific one. “There you are!” He smiles as he pulls out a rather scruffy looking cassette, the words, Songs for Stevie, scribbled on the paper surrounded by weird little doodles. It’s the first mixtape Eddie had ever made for him, was he a massive fan of all the songs? No, no he wasn’t, but Ed’s had put so much thought into it and he is missing him terribly today. Setting the music going Steve walks back to the kitchen with Judas Priest singing ‘Eat Me Alive’ reverberating round the apartment. He takes both glasses over to the coffee table, setting Eddie’s down for later and going straight in for a sip of his own barely making it onto the couch before the dark red hits his lips. Steve lets out a sigh and sinks into the couch as the gentle warmth of the wine trickles down his throat. 

The mixtape brings back so many memories from when they first got together, driving around in Eddie’s old van, getting high at skull rock, other sweet moments and of course the first time they kissed, soundtrack for that moment courtesy of Metallica. All the emotions and feelings from that period in time come flooding back to him. It was a scary yet exhilarating time for Steve, he’d never been in love with a guy before, didn't even realise he was into guys, but Eddie, oh Eddie, he made Steve feel things he’d never felt before and Eddie loved so loudly and much deeper than Steve knew what to do with at first.  It’s been years since they got together but Eddie never fails to make his heart flutter, he always seems to know exactly what Steve needs, often knowing him better than he knew himself. Their relationship had only gotten better with time, which Steve didn’t think was possible. But the years together had meant they had both learnt so much about each other, likes, dislikes, little habits they do, what makes them tick and the exactly what buttons to press to get the reaction they wanted from the other man. 

It's not very often that Steve’s home alone, apart from when Eddie is on tour, which is a horrible time to be Steve and an even worse time to be Eddie's band mates. Heaven help whoever Eddie is sharing a room with during that time as the phone calls Steve & Eddie have whilst apart are completely filthy and incredibly frequent. He’s not even away for long at all today in comparison but boy is Steve longing for his man. Now maybe it’s the large glass of wine or maybe it’s the mixtape, perhaps it’s both, but his mind starts to wander down the more intimate paths of memory lane. 

He drifts to one of his favourite memories, the first time he bottomed. Eddie very quickly quieted his nerves, he was so sweet and comforting, making sure that Steve knew that they could stop at any point and guaranteeing him that he would take care of him from beginning to end and after. He remembers the electricity that surged through him the first time he felt Eddie’s talented tongue worship his entrance. The way he ate him like it was the first meal he’d had in weeks. The feeling of his metal rings pinching his thigh a little as Eddie’s strong hands held him open, those same rings at his hole when Eddie slipped his fingers in for the first time. His cock twitches in his jeans at the memory, the fabric now incredibly tight against him. Steve’s head falls back and his eyes close as he reaches down to start palming himself through the denim, desperate for some relief but wanting more than anything for Eddie to be the one to provide that relief. He stays in the memory remembering the insane tidal wave of pleasure that consumed him the first time Eddie hit that sweet spot inside, a pleasure so intense that it threatened to tip him over the edge before even having Eddie’s cock inside him. When he did feel Eddie’s cock push inside him that first time it was painful, he was much bigger than Steve expected, the pain very quickly turned to pleasure though. Every time Eddie thrust into him was pure bliss, he had come undone with such intensity that it felt like he would never come down from the high. Eddie’s sweet kisses and gentle circles on his thigh helped him to relax and float back down. 

Steve’s jeans now feature a very prominent wet spot from his pre cum. Palming himself just isn’t doing it anymore, he wants to feel Eddie, needs to feel him. To have Ed’s  hands roam his body, his lips leaving marks claiming him, the dark chocolate curls wrapping around his fingers as he pressed Eddie face closer to him. A sinful moan fell from his lips mixing with the music of the mixtape. He was so lost in the moment and his desire for more that he almost missed the noise of keys being fumbled with by the door. Eddie’s gravelly voice muttering a string of  curses pulled him back into the room, his man is finally home and he seems pissed. Steve doesn’t mind though, having sex with Eddie when he’s annoyed is a delicious thing. Letting Eds use him to fuck out his frustrations was always intense and animalistic and Steve absolutely loved it. Plus the after cuddles were always so sweet and cozy, even when he was being used like a slutty little fuck toy Eddie made sure to remind him after of just how much he adored him.

The door swings open with such force that it threatens to come off its hinges. Steve's eyes dart over to the doorway and he is gifted with a vision of leather, mesh and ripped denim. His eyes drink in the man, slowly going over every inch of him until he reaches Eddie's face. His skin is flushed, brow furrowed and dark eyes made even more fierce by the eyeliner framing them. Steve was right Eddie is definitely pissed off about something, and anger just looks so sexy on him. Eddie turns around to close the door and by the time he's turned back Steve is right there, pupils blown wide with lust, handing him the glass of wine. 

“Shitty day handsome?” he asks as he drapes his arms around Eddie's neck, pressing a quick kiss just below his jaw. “That fucking interviewer!” Eddie snaps before taking a large swig of the wine. “He clearly didn't give a crap and had done no research into who we were at all!” Steve hums in response to Eddie, the harshness of his voice going straight to his dick. “He didn't even know all of our names, like what the hell dude?! I was so close to knocking him out, luckily for him Jeff was there to keep me somewhat level headed” He rants, all the while Steve is nuzzling his neck and placing soft kisses all over it. Eddie is so tense his body is practically vibrating from rage, he’s thankful for the wine he was given by Steve but he needs something else, something stronger, something guaranteed to get all the frustrations out. He continues his rant, the anger still bubbling inside causing him to barely notice Steve’s lips making their way to the sensitive spot behind his ear. It’s not until Steve subconsciously grinds onto Eddie’s thigh that he is enlightened about his boyfriend's current rock hard state. A wicked smirk spreads across his face, he’s just found the perfect stress relief. 

For the first time since he got through the door he really looks at Steve, his eyes are half lidded with lust and a crimson blush is spread across his cheeks. He looks incredible, gold rimmed glasses framing his beautiful hazel eyes, hair kind of messy and his oversized knitted sweater making him look oh so cosy. “Are you even listening to me?!” desire now mixing in with the frustration in his voice. “ ‘m listening…interviewer was shit, did no research” his words are lazy and half formed. He scoffs, almost laughing “You were barely listening at all! Do you even give a shit about my day?!” Eddie pushes him away and takes another large gulp from his glass of wine. Steve, upset at the loss of contact, takes a few steps back out of Ed’s space. “I care! It’s just, um well I…” Steve’s voice trails off as he shrinks into himself. “Were you touching yourself before I came home? Just couldn't wait could you, you little whore!” Steve dips his head in shame and he replies without words, just a little whimper confirming what Eddie already knew. Steve knows Eddie doesn’t mean what he said, it's all part of the game that they’ve entered into, a game both participants are very very happy to play. 

Eddie strides over to Steve backing him up against the kitchen counter, he slams one hand down onto the marble and puts down his glass before using the other to grip Steve’s jaw with just enough pressure to make a point. “What got you all riled up then huh? What’s got my slut so desperate and hard?” Eddie sneered inches away from Steve's face, his hot breath sending tingles down Steve’s spine and right to his core. Eddie doesn’t let go of his face as he stares him down waiting for a reply, his own arousal making itself known as it painfully presses against the rough denim of his jeans. Steve shuffles a bit under his gaze before answering, “Well, I was listening to our first mixtape and my mind kind of wandered to, well I started thinking of, um, the first time I, I bottomed” his voice trembling a bit, not from fear or embarrassment but from a deep hunger for the man in front of him. “Is that what you want huh, want me to fuck you?” Eddie slots his leg in between Steve’s thighs, the pressure causing him to whimper and grind his hips onto Eddie. “Cos I promise you this Sweetheart, if I fuck you tonight you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week” It’s a promise growled into Steve’s ear. His knees go weak and his hands instinctively grab onto Eddie for support. “Please, need you so much, use me, fuck out your frustrations, please Eddie!” he begs desperate and whiny, needing him so much right now. “Bedroom, now.” and with that Eddie steps out of his space and Steve practically runs to their room.

Eddie was pissed off but not at Steve, not in the slightest, getting to come home to him was the only good thing about today. He finishes his drink before heading into the bedroom, ready to give his man what he wanted and take what he needed in return. As he enters the dimly lit room he's greeted by his greek god of a boyfriend on his knees in the centre of the floor waiting for him so patiently. His grey sweater discarded, he presents himself in only his jeans and glasses knowing full well the effect it will have on Eddie. Steve’s eyes focus solely on Eddie as he slowly takes his leather jacket off and gently places it on the chest of draws. Eddie takes his time going purposefully slow which drives Steve wild, he wants Eddie and wants him now, he cant wait any longer. He wants Eds to rip him to pieces and put him back together again, to be completely engulfed by him and feel Eddie’s rage being thrust deep into his core. Eddie leaned up against the door allowing Steve a full view of the outfit he wore for the photo shoot. Ripped black denim jeans, shiny black Doc Martens, his signature guitar pick necklace and the pièce de résistance, a black mesh crop top leaving nothing to the imagination. Steve’s eyes dance over his body, every second spent staring makes him harder as he drinks in every inch of skin showing. His defined pecs, the tattoos that contrast so beautifully to his milky skin, the scars covering his torso and the tantalising strip of dark hair leading his eyes down to the bulge he wants to free from its denim prison. Steve is practically drooling and about ready to pounce on Eddie but he knows that's not the plan for tonight, no tonight he is Eddie’s plaything, his toy to use until every ounce of anger and frustration has exited his body.

After what feels like an eternity (it was barely 30 seconds) Eddie makes his way over to Steve, placing himself so his groin is mere inches away from his face. He takes Steve's chin and tilts his head up to look at him, he can see the desire clear as day in those beautiful big eyes. “Tsk, tsk, stripping without permission slut, do you need to be reminded of your place?” he teases, Steve nods in response purposefully breaking one of Eddie's rules in an attempt to rile him up more. “Words” he hisses as he tightens his grip on Steve’s face, he’s already pissed off the last thing he needs is a bratty Steve adding fuel to the fire. “S-sorry, please remind me Eddie”, before he can fully register what's happening Eddie is pulling him up to his feet and marching him over to the bed. Eddie places himself on the edge of the mattress, legs spread just far enough for Steve to stand between them. He leans back looking Steve up and down as a smirk spreads across his face, “Strip, underwear too” Steve goes to step backward to give himself more space to remove his jeans but Eddie firmly grabs his hips. “Oh no Sweetheart, you're staying here.” he chimes as he presses his fingers into Steve’s skin just enough to hurt a little. Staying where he was put Steve turns around so his backs to Eddie before undoing his jeans, bending forward to remove his clothing he feels a sudden pain on his ass. He immediately shoots upright and swings his head round to see what happened, Eddie is sitting there with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “Did you just bite me?!” Steve shrieks, a small laugh escapes Eddie’s lips “How could I not? Your ass was right in my face and it looked so very tasty, besides I think it's very clear you liked it.” His hand ever so lightly grazes Steve’s rock hard erection, teasing him, they both know Steve isn’t going to get his release any time soon. 

With his hands back on Steve’s waist he guides him so he's stood to one side of him before placing his hand firmly in the centre of his back and pushing him forward so he’s fully bent over Eddie’s lap. “Now I think 10 spanks is a fair punishment for your behaviour so far tonight, don't you?” The thought of the impending punishment causes Steve’s dick to twitch, he doesn't like to admit it but he really does enjoy pain every now and then. “Yes Eddie” he responds, turning his face to try and look at Eddie.  “Oh, my boy has finally remembered his manners.” he coos before sharply delivering the first hit. Steve's hips buck forward and he bites his lip in an attempt to stop his moan being audible to Eddie. “Color?”, “Green” Eddie may want to use Steve and fuck him raw tonight but he was gonna make sure Steve enjoyed it too. Regardless of what scenario they were playing out they’d regularly check in with each other using their system.  “Good, now count them outloud, or is 10 too high of a number for your little brain?” His tone is condescending and he rubs small soothing circles over the site of impact. “ ‘s not too high, can count them for you” Steve’s words are breathy, longing to feel the sting of Eddie's rings against his soft flesh again. Eddie spanks Steve alternating between cheeks and having no rhythm to the hits so as to keep him on edge with anticipation. Steve counts out every hit and he can't help but writhe and buck with each sting, Eddie quickly uses his free hand to hold on to Steve’s waist and keep him still until all 10 hits have been delivered. 

“Took them so well for me, such a good little slut.” The praise goes straight to Steve’s dick and Eddie definitely notices the way it twitches against his thigh. He braces himself on Eddie’s thigh as he tries to stand up, his legs wobbling beneath him like those of a newborn lamb. He falls to his knees with a resounding thud landing in between his boyfriend's legs. The dull ache from the smacks, the fresh burn of the carpet scraping his skin and the desperate desire to cum, all causing tears to prick at the corners of his eyes threatening to spill over. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He peered up at Eddie through damp lashes, his eyes silently pleading with him for more. Eddie gently brushes his knuckles along Steve’s cheek taking just a quick moment to provide some comfort before taking Steve exactly how he needs to. “Seems like you’re a mind reader sweetheart, you fell exactly where I wanted you.” he teases as he runs his hand across Steve’s jaw until his fingers reach Steve's mouth. He presses his middle and index fingers to Steve’s bottom lip demanding entrance into the wet heat. Steve opens willingly and savours the feeling of calloused fingers pumping in and out, the digits dancing with his tongue as he laps over every inch of them.

Eddie pulls his fingers from Steve with a pop and chuckles as Steve whimpers at the loss. “Please” he whines, hands flying to grab any part of Eddie he can reach but they’re stopped before his fingers can even get close to grazing the man in front of him. Eddie’s large hands wrap around his wrists and hold them firmly in place, “Oh baby, so fucking needy! Tonight is about me getting what I want, what I need. And what I need is to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Doesn't that sound like a great way for me to get some frustration out?” he cocks his head and a crooked grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. Reaching down to firmly place Steve’s hands on his thighs, their mouths get so close together that they’re sharing the same breath. He leans further into his space to whisper a single word in Steve’s ear, “Stay” a simple word that holds so much weight. Steve knows to obey lest he receive another round of punishment. He waits so patiently as Eddie stands to his full height towering above him, he stares as Eddie's long ringed fingers deftly undo the handcuff belt buckle and the buttons holding up his jeans. His eyes practically burn into Eddie’s flesh as his cock springs free, fully erect and teasingly glistening at the tip from pre cum. Steve licks his lips and salivates at the site of his long awaited prize, regardless of how many times he’s seen this perfect dick it always amazes him. The sheer length of it was impressive alone, then you mix in the girth and the way it curved towards the tip, oh that sinful curve, it’s enough to drive a man wild. 

Eddie carefully removes Steve's glasses and sets them aside making sure they're out of the way and aren't at risk of being damaged. He turns back to his boyfriend and cards his fingers through Steve’s silky locks admiring how soft his hair is before tightly grabbing a handful of it at his crown and giving a sharp pull forcing Steve to look up at him. Steve hisses at the pain but it's quickly forgotten as the floaty feeling of slipping fully into subspace creeps in. He absolutely delights in the times he gets to sub, loving the feeling of completely handing over control to Eddie, being able to just exist without worrying about anything and the beautiful fuzzy out of body experience of subspace that only heightens his pleasure. “Hands on my thighs, I don't want to feel them leave my body. If they do, I'll assume you're touching yourself and you will be punished.” He places his hands as requested and brushes his thumbs over the soft flesh happy to finally be permitted to touch. “Good boy, now eyes on me the whole time and if it's too much, pinch me, hard.” 

Keeping one hand in Steve's hair he uses his other to grab the base of his cock and tap the head on those rosy lips. Opening his mouth wide he flattens out his tongue and takes a deep breath before Eddie slides himself into him. He starts slowly at first, gently rocking his hips and staring into the hazel pools of lust below him that are framed by a deep crimson blush. The sight is too much for him and his hips snap forward and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his guttural moan fills the room. Steve gags slightly at the sudden hit to the back of his throat. He has no time to recover before Eddie starts his onslaught of thrusts deep into his throat. Looking up at the blissed out face above him fills him with pride as he knows he’s giving Eddie exactly what he needs. Eddie’s eyes flit back down to the man below him taking in the full sight of his man taking his length so perfectly. “Deep breath”  his sex drunk voice graciously giving a heads up and letting Steve know exactly what's coming. He’s incredibly thankful for the warning as next thing he knows the firm grip in his hair is pushing him completely flush against the dark curls at Eddie’s base. Taking a deep breath through his nose he’s hit with the full musk of Eddie Munson, the scent adding to the medley of his senses. His earthy yet sweet smell mixed with the taste and weight of him has Steve moaning in ecstasy. The vibrations travel through Eddie and hit his core full force causing the knot in his stomach to tighten with pleasure. 

Eddie pulls Steve off him with one quick tug of his hair, both men's breathing shaky and shallow. They take a moment to calm their breaths and Eddie’s grip loosens ever so slightly in Steve’s hair. Steve’s hands never leave Eddie’s thighs, he so badly wants to touch himself to alleviate the ache growing in his groin. But deep down he knows that waiting for Eddie to bring him to orgasm will be far better than anything he could do on his own. “Color?” he puffs aware of how rough he’s being with him and although Steve hasn't tapped out he needs to make sure that it's not too much. “G’green, v’very green” the raspiness of his voice sends shivers down Eddie’s spine and nestles deep in his heat. Deep in his blissful subspace Steve instinctively opens his mouth again ready for another round. “Show me how much you need me, put that talented tongue of yours to use” Eddie hums as he strokes the back of Steve's head. More than happy to comply, Steve sets to work on bringing Eddie as much pleasure as possible. He licks a long strip from base to tip along the thick vein running up the underside of Eddie's shaft before giving his tantalising head the treatment it deserves. Taking him into his swollen lips he swirls his tongue round the sensitive tip and laps at the slit eliciting a cacophony of moans and curses from the man towering above him. Setting a steady pace Steve slides his mouth up and down Eddie's erection using his tongue to add a light pressure exactly how Eddie likes it. 

It’s not long before Eddie reaches his limit and the knot in his core threatens to snap. Without a word he pulls Steve up to meet him and crashes his lips against him in a bruising kiss. Steve’s eyes flutter shut and he whimpers into the kiss, his jaw going slack allowing Eddie to push his tongue in and devour him. The kiss was harsh and needy, teeth clashing and hands exploring each other's bodies. Eddie slides his hands round Steve’s waist and picks him up before turning around and throwing him onto the mattress. Steve’s eyes shoot open with shock, his pupils blown wide and sweat beading on his forehead and pecs. Quickly grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table Eddie crawls onto the bed and positions himself between his boyfriend's thick thighs. He leans over him and starts to suck bruises down Steve's neck and onto his chest. Steve’s head falls back onto the pillow “F’fuck Eddie!” he wails, his nerves lighting up like fireworks as he’s finally being touched how he’s wanted all evening. 

Eddie splays his fingers and trails his hands up Steve’s torso until they reach his pecks. His thumbs flick over his already hard nipples, pinching and rubbing at them causing Steve to writhe beneath him. “ ‘m gonna fuck you so hard.” he whispers between sucking and biting and Steves flesh. His body presses against Steve’s cock providing some much needed friction, Steve’s hands slide under the mesh crop top to grip and claw at Eddie’s back. Eddie lets out a primal groan before tearing himself away from his boyfriend's body. He grabs the lube and goes to pour some on his fingers but Steve reaches out to stop him. “No, need you now, don't wanna prep”, Eddie’s hand speeds down and delivers a sharp swat to Steve's cheek.  “Since when does my fuck toy get to demand something from me?! You’re supposed to be getting rid of my anger, not adding to it.” There’s a darkness in his eyes and a passionate fury in his voice. “S’sorry Eddie, just need you” he snivels whilst delighting in the stinging pain radiating across his face from the point of impact. “‘S gonna hurt, you want that huh? Want me to hurt you Stevie?” Steve’s hand grips at Eddie’s forearm “Please Eddie, please!” he begs. 

Eddie removes Steve's hand from his arm and places it on the pillow above his head. He puts down the lube and grabs the condom, tearing it open with his teeth and carefully rolling down his shaft, Steve stares in anticipation. Picking up the lube he squeezes a large amount directly onto Steve's entrance, the cold gel causing shivers to travel through Steve. Grabbing his erection he slides it through the dripping liquid making sure to cover himself generously. Using one hand he grips onto the beautiful boy's hip to stabilise himself as he lines himself up and slowly pushes in. 

Having no prep means that pushing in is somewhat difficult, Eddie’s thick cock stretching Steve wide as he forces past the tight ring of muscle. It burns as Eddie enters but it’s what he asked for, what he needs, he is however incredibly thankful for the frankly obscene amount of lube Eddie used. Steve relaxes as best he can, knowing the more relaxed he is the easier it will be for Eddie and the less it will hurt for him. Eventually Eddie bottoms out and Steve lets out a blissful sigh at the sensation of being completely full, Eddie stills giving them both time to adjust to the feeling. But not one to waste a moment he leans forward and takes one of Steve's nipples into his mouth biting and sucking at the sensitive bud the stimulation leaves Steve mewling. After feeling Steve completely relax he starts thrusting into him, slowly at first, enjoying the warmth and pleasure of Steve’s velvety walls tensing around him. But it’s not enough he needs more and by the look on Steve’s face he needs more as well. 

“Hold onto the headboard and don't let go” he growls before grabbing the back of Steve’s thighs and pushing them up towards his stomach allowing him to get a better angle. Eddie’s new pace is relentless and every harsh thrust hits Steve perfectly in that sweet spot. The room is filled with the symphony of skin slapping against skin, harmonising moans and the practically religious chanting of Eddie’s name. All the pain of the unprepped entry slipped to the back of his mind and was replaced with pure ecstasy, after needing to be fucked all day he was finally getting what he so desperately craved. “So fucking tight, fuck, God fuck!” His fingers gripped tighter onto Steve’s thighs, his rings pinching at the tender flesh. Steve hopes he leaves marks, handprints seared onto him as a secret reminder that he can carry around with him. 

“So close” Steve’s voice barely above a whisper, his orgasm within reach as his mind floats deeper into another world entirely, focusing on nothing but the sensations of Eddie, being completely enveloped in him. Eddie lets go of Steve’s legs and stretches one hand wide to restrain Steve’s wrists on the pillow above his head and the other wraps around his throat. The rough calluses, caused by years of endless guitar playing, squeeze the soft sides of Steve’s throat. The lack of oxygen causing him to float ever deeper, well and truly in his subspace. He comes undone, hips bucking up towards Eddie. Eddie releases his grip on his throat and Steve screams Eddie's name as the hot ropes of his release spill onto his stomach and chest. 

Eddie doesn’t slow down his pace, he continues on chasing his own high. Tears fall from Steve at the overstimulation, he wriggles underneath him but Eddie has him firmly pinned to the bed. “Such a good l-little slut for me, m-my slut, say it!” He fumbles over his words, the knot in his core ready to break. “ You’re slut, n-no one else's, all yours” Steve breathy words tip him over the edge. His thrusts falter and the knot snaps, he collapses on top of Steve as his orgasm fills the condom. They lay there for a moment in silence revelling in unbridled bliss, their hot breaths dancing across sweaty skin. 

Eddie pulls out and quickly removes and ties off the condom before throwing it into the trash. He gently presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s forehead “Gonna grab you some water and a towel to clean up, I’ll be right back I promise.” he whispers into Steve’s ear, he gets just a small mumble in response Steve is still fully lost in his own head. He returns as quickly as he can and places the glass of water on the bedside table. “Stevie ‘s okay if I clean you up?” his voice is so gentle and full of compassion. Steve simply nods and Eddie sets to work gently swiping the cloth over Steve’s stomach cleaning him up as best as possible. He finishes up and collapses on the bed next to his man. He pulls him in close and strokes a hand through Steve’s hair and over his cheek. Steve snuggles into Eddie and sighs before allowing his eyes to flutter open. “Hey pretty boy you back with me?” He looks into Steve’s eyes and he swears he can see the entire universe in them. “H-hey handsome” his throat burns a little from Eddie’s earlier onslaught and the noises that forced their way out of him.

Eddie sits up on the bed and gently moves Steve to sit between his thighs, his back slumping against his chest. He reaches for the water, gives it to his boyfriend and encourages him to drink. Steve sips the cool liquid, it soothes him as it trickles down his throat. Once he’s done he sinks further into Eddie and reaches for his tattooed arms to wrap around himself. “How’re you feeling handsome?” Eddie asks as he places sweet kisses into Steve's hair. He nestles further into Eddie wanting to be completely consumed by his embrace. “I’m amazing, but, but how’re you? Not angry?” He can't help but giggle a little at Steve's question, it’s so genuine but how can he be anything other than happy right now? “No Sweetheart, I’m not angry anymore.” Steve can hear his smile, he intertwines his fingers with Eddie’s and without a thought Eddie starts rubbing small soothing circles over Steve’s knuckles. “Did I do good, was I a good boy for you?”, “Oh Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. You were perfect baby, so very good for me.” 

Eddie can tell Steve is tired before he yawns, He moves Steve so he’s laying down and quickly takes off his top before joining him and pulling up the covers. Steve turns to face Eddie and wraps himself around him like a Koala clinging to a branch. They lie there limbs tangled up in each other exchanging multiple of the most loving kisses. He smiles wide as he looks into Eddie’s eyeliner smudged chocolate eyes “So glad I could be what you needed”. Eddie smiles like a cheshire cat and his eyes twinkle with pure unadulterated love. “Maybe you’re students will piss you off this week and I can return the favour” “Oh I’m counting on it!” Steve chuckles, Eddie kisses the tip of his nose and squeezes him tighter. They stay linked together listening to each other's breathing as they drift off into the most peaceful sleep.

[senilthesynth]

Don't want to hijack any posts about KOSA specifically, though please please please if you are a US Citizen resch out to your senators AND representatives because it WILL eventually go through there, because this is more of a general thing that KOSA happens to fall under.

The TL;DR: One should always, ALWAYS, treat any bill claiming to be for ”protecting the children” as bullshit. They never EVER do what they claim they will. They're always a way to lock down spaces even more than before, and companies will always go with the strictest law to apply to everyone to make things easier on themselves. Do not trust them, fight them every chance you possibly get.

Just about every time a law claiming to "protect the kids" passes - or even that argument is used in general - the vast majority of the time it's made up bullshit designed to appeal to a certain group of people who will hate you for not supporting something meant to protect children. My home state had a bill (that I think passed, thankfully) re: expanding sex ed down into grade school. A TON of people freaked out, thinking they were going to be teaching eight year olds about anal sex or whatever (it was similar claims to that idfk).

They were, of course, dead wrong. You could literally look up the proposed curricula and grade school? Was focused around consent, asking permission to do things like hugging, that of stuff. The kind of thing that will actually protect children should they find themselves in an abusive situation, because they'll hopefully ALREADY KNOW that this is a scary person who is not asking them to do these things and you aren't saying yes to any of this. Hell, even saying no and realizing the abuser isn't listening could ring that alarm of "this is somebody not listening to me or my boundaries. I am being Abused" or something like that.

The thing the nuts claimed wouldn't protect children because they thought sex ed for grade schoolers would be the same as sex ed for high schoolers would, in fact, actually help children by virtue of education. Of knowledge. Of knowing what boundaries are, how to set them, and how to ask to do things.

The same shit applies with bills such as KOSA. The goal is never to actually protect children. It's to indirectly harm them by making knowledge access harder. In a time where libraries are actively getting slammed and underfunded, online resources and communities are sometimes the only vaguely safe outlet someone has. It might be the only way a queer kid out in rural flyover country finds solace in being queer, is able to freely be queer. "Protecting the children" (from those filthy queers) means gating off those spaces from people. From letting people find those spaces where they can be free.

Let's not forget the way this can easily gut activism work too. Often these bills are ways to delete spaces for the "outcasts" of society, and once one group of "outcasts" is dealt with, they'll find another. We've seen this "protect the kids" line when it comes to trans people (especially trans women), when it comes to drag, or any form of queer expression. "Cis white men holding hands in public" is seen as damaging to children.

"Protect the children" is effectively (if not outright) a dog whistle for "this law or whatever is actually meant to target a specific group of people, set of actions, etc. without us saying it does that because saying what we actually want to do would mean nobody would like this thing." KOSA specifically can and likely will gut online activism organization, gut queer spaces, black spaces, whatever kind of minority or leftist space you can think up of. It has the power to do that.

And its effects will almost certainly be felt globally, because again. Companies will go with the strictest possible approach, if not outright blocking access from places stricter than they care to manage. Twitter being affected by a bill such as KOSA will affect people worldwide because they have to comply with a strict as fuck law, and it's infinitely easier to apply the basics to every user they legally can (IDK about how GDPR plays into this specific bill).

There's a reason companies cracked down on queer groups after SESTA/FOSTA became effective in 2018 (which, FYI, is likely a large part of why Tumblr moderation routinely cracks down on queer people, trans women in particular!). Because queer people are, by default, seen as more "sexual" and whatnot, that those groups are more likely to get a company in trouble legally speaking. So, they try to suppress those groups as best they can without making it blatantly obvious (usually failing the latter part but they don't care).

"Protect the children" will only be used, and continue to be used, as a way to mask the actual intent. Bills like KOSA do not protect children. If they do, it's purely a coincidence. Their real goal is to crack down on whatever "undesirable" they want to send into hiding next. That's what it's used for. Is the internet, in ways, shittier than it was 15, even 10 years ago? Oh absolutely, and it was still shitty then too. I definitely found myself in spaces I absolutely shouldn't have as a kid. But the solution to that isn't to lock everything up real tight. It's a good education about these things.

Nobody told me that, if I ended up a little too sensual towards an adult, it doesn't matter if they didn't know I was actually 15 and I'm making the advancement and they had no way of knowing my age. They're still the person in trouble here. Mind you, I was just smart enough to stick to the sidelines, maybe make comments in stuff, but that was it. Nobody told me what to watch for, why things were maybe Bad, etc.

I was punished for *gasp* having porn (furry porn) saved to a deviantArt account that I had an app for. This did absolutely nothing for me. Nobody said anything about why it was bad (or could cause problems to the artist). I was just yelled at and grounded. "Protect the children" just results in that happening. In kids and teens getting punished for not knowing things that nobody would ever teach them because "they're so delicate, they aren't old enough to know this yet."

Fuck this "protect the kids" bullshit. Fuck this bill. Fuck every bill like it. Fuck every legislator who supports it. Fuck every court that even dares to uphold it. Fuck whichever US president signs it off. You don't protect children by banning drag or outlawing any form of transition before 18 or whatever. You don't protect children by removing their spaces online. You don't protect children by indirectly empowering their abusers by making sure they never know what they're going through is Wrong and Bad.

I'm pissed off that this needs to be said, that this is even a topic worth bringing up. That this is even NECESSARY to say.

[ateezivy]

nice meeting you

era: preebut ( 2017 )

where ivy meets her potentially new members...

olivia sat patiently in front of the staff members as they chat about scheduling and everything else, she wasn't really listening. she was too nervous to listen. the managers seemed to be strict, which wasn't anything new for her. it's the ceo's that always scare her the most. jyp was an experience like no other, and while she's grateful for it, she's glad she doesn't have to see the staff or jy park himself any longer.

"olivia," a mans voice booms in the meeting room as the door closes and opens. the girl immediately stands up and bows.

"hello sunbaenim" she says respectfully

"hello, thank you for coming" gyu-uk is a nice man. intimidating but what ceo isn't. "please, sit"

"thank you for having me" olivia smiled and sat down.

"of course, now, straight to business." the man chuckles "we are beyond happy to have to training here olivia, truly. so when we heard you didn't want to debut solo, we had a few different plans. first plan was to obviously have you debut in a girl group. and the second plan was to have you debut in a co-ed group with eight boy and eight girl. but unfortunately, the only four girls training here had ended their contracts. which leads to either a solo debut, or... you debuting as the only female member in a group of eight boys"

olivia was a little shocked to say the least. even though one opposite sex member isn't a new concept, it never really worked out in the past for other groups.

"will- will that even work out?" she questioned the older man

"we understand that past groups like this had trouble, however, you are already well known olivia. you are currently trending just for leaving jyp and coming to a smaller company. that alone gives everyone here hope that this idea will work. of course though, it is your decision. we just want you and the members to feel comfortable" the ceo gave her a smile, a very hopeful smile.

olivia thinks for a minute. "can i meet the members first?"

"of course. i believe they are at their dorms right now?" gyu-uk questions his staff members

"yes, they will be here for practice in roughly 20 minutes"

"okay, go ahead and give them a call, let them know that i need to speak with hongjoong-"

hongjoong?

"-and then she will meet all of them later today"

after the meeting, olivia was sent back to her lonesome dorm and began getting ready to meet her new potential members. meeting new people was always scary, but that was a fairly important part of this life she stepped into. within a couple of hours, a staff member came to pick her up in a van, with the ceo in the passenger seat.

"olivia! great news. i spoke to the leader of the group and he said that they would love to meet you and have you be apart of the group!" the ceo says cheerfully. olivia smiles and claps lightly as the car starts driving back to the kq building.

the staff, ceo, and olivia walk through the familiar halls and to the practice room. "this is where they are practicing, i will introduce you all and then let you all chat."

the girl nods and anxiously waits for the ceo to open the door "sorry to interrupt, but there's someone that would like to meet them" she stood behind her boss as he spoke with the instructor. she would glance around him, seeing a group of sweaty and exhausted boys. "you all get catch your breath a little first, alright?"

a chorus of yes' broke out through their panting. olivia stand there awkwardly, surrounded by multiple staff members before they finally walked in the door. the members all stood in a line looking confused, except a shorter member who smiled. that must be the leader.

"i thought hongjoong said we were meeting a new member?" one of the taller members asked the one beside him, the other just shrugged.

"gentleman, i'm sure you all know olivia, olivia this is hongjoong, the leader. jongho, hes the youngest, yunho, seonghwa, hes the oldest, mingi, wooyoung, yeosang, and san" they all bowed to each other and said their greetings.

"hello" the only girls in the room smiles at them all

"not to be rude, but i thought we were meeting a new member today?" the one named wooyoung asked after greeting her

"and you are, olivia will, hopefully, be your new member" gyu-uk says with a smile

seonghwa and yunho look over at their leader who has a proud smile on his face. "did hyung know?" yunho questioned

"of course" the boss man said "i will let you all socialize for a while, be nice" and with that, he left olivia to the wolves.

"welcome" seonghwa smiled and gestured the girl not to stand so far away "how long have you been at kq?"

"o-oh, just a week..."

she continues speaking with members when she overhears hongjoong and wooyoung's conversation. "hyung, we can't have only one girl be in our group, that's just not going to work."

"wooyoung, she is so well-known because of produce and i.o.i, this will help us in the long run."

olivia felt uncomfortable, like she wasn't wanted there at all. which she understood, she would probably react like wooyoung if she was him. "uhm, i think i should get going, but it was very nice meeting you all"

taglist: @atolua @skzfairies @itzy-eve @cixrosie @stopeatread @alixnsuperstxr @smh-anon

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey sex witch! This is a sex ed related question that’s a bit detailed if you don’t mind.

I’m an afab trans man. When I was about 13, I discovered gay porn, and for some reason could only become sexually aroused while holding in pee physically when I had these fantasies about being the penetrator. There is no psychological aspect to this; I do not have a piss kink, and I find the idea of holding a full bladder during sexual acts puts me off significantly.

Much later at 18, I had a revelation and felt desires for being penetrated, and experimented with it, but it went away after a while, and I no longer feel like it’s for me. Notably, however, I did not need to have a full bladder to feel sexual arousal in this case; in fact it did the opposite and made me less aroused.

I have been regularly holding in pee for years because of this. I identify as asexual and have a very limited libido, but I suppose I got used to doing it since it gives me free happy chemicals.

This is definitely not healthy and I don’t want to do it anymore. I also want to be able to experience arousal without that physical sensation. Is there anything I can do about it? Everything online is about how do safely have sex with a full bladder and that’s the opposite of what I want.

I guess I’m also curious as to how something like this can even happen; how can it be that a physical sensation is sexually arousing in one context but repulsive in another?

Sorry for this long ask, and thank you so much!!

hi anon,

I always feel like a bit of a shart when someone writes out a very long and detailed question and I reply with something comparatively short, but.

if you want to stop masturbating with a full bladder then the way to do that is to. you know. stop masturbating with a full bladder. if you're in the mood for that free dopamine go to the bathroom first and proceed from there.

it will absolutely feel different at first if you've really trained y our body into this, but habits are rarely broken without some amount of annoyance and discomfort. don't expect everything to feel exactly the same right away, and let yourself explore what masturbation can feel like without that particular type of stimuli. focus on chasing what feels good, but don't worry about results beyond that. orgasm isn't a sign of success; it's just one of many possible outcomes. if you want something similar that doesn't necessitate holding in urine, try practicing your kegels - tightening and loosening the pelvic floor muscles. if you're not familiar, they're the muscles you flex to stop peeing mid-stream, and are the same muscles that contract during orgasm. flexing them purposefully can cause all kinds of fun sensations.

as to your second question, about why something can feel good in one context and not another - well, the context kind of is the deciding factor there, and that's true of most things. why does food brought out from a restaurant kitchen look delicious but food laying on the middle of a sidewalk doesn't? why is getting bitten in a sexual context fun but a stranger biting me on the street would be horrifying? why is watching a scary movie fun but getting chased by a for real ghost would suck? different vibes, man. nothing is good all the time.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

For the fanfic directors cut, I would LOVE to hear any extra commentary you would like to share about Eight Nights. That is without a doubt one of my FAVORITE fics of yours! I've re-read it a few times.

Oh sure!! Eight Nights wasn't my first pwp fic but it was definitely the longest and most intense I'd ever shared at that point, so it was very much a technical challenge for me at the time.

So, whenever I sit down to write a porn without plot fic, I try to focus on one big emotional throughline. In Eight Nights, it's "safe surrender." I wanted to explore writing a still new and tentative dom/sub angle in a very well-established and loving relationship, with all the fun and exploration that entails. The biggest challenge with this particular fic was always finding a way to push a little past Ed's comfort zone as a guy more used to vanilla sex - writing scenes that are exciting but don't go too far.

If you look for themes throughout the fic, you'll notice a lot of Ed learning he really likes feeling safe enough to beg just to beg, even when he knows Stede is just going to let him beg fruitlessly unless he safewords. It's about the absolute mutual trust of it all, Ed trusting Stede to keep him safe and Stede trusting Ed to let him know if he needs to do anything differently.

My absolute favorite chapter of the fic, and the one that really helped the tone of the whole fic come together, was the one where they experiment with anal for the first time. I love that chapter. In the fic, Ed's had anal sex in the past, but he hated it and was always with guys who made it an unpleasant experience for him. So him trusting Stede enough to know he wanted to try it again, and the two of them learning that it could be something they could have a lot of fun with...that's it, isn't it? Taking something that had been scary and unpleasant but the love and care makes it fun now? Huge fan of how it turned out.

Also, my favorite little thing about this fic is that when Ed's being a brat Stede can always snap him right back into sweet submissive mode by jingling the bell on his collar. I just think that's really fun.

Ask me for a director's commentary on a fic!

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

age regressors: omg dni if you post: ed/thinspo/self harm. cause those aren't good coping strategies (okay true... But I'm feeling like public age regression is also NOT healthy at this point.) Age regressors: omg don't reblog bras because like those are sexual cause they go on your sex parts! (um...? my what parts. So.. are you saying then mammograms are sexual? ultra sounds? breast biopsies? breast surgeries...? bruh wtf) & also they are scary and they totally heighten my experience of age dysphoria!! So please don't!!! I'm a baby! protect me! Age regressions: oh yeah! we should totally normalize smoking, vaping, weed, drinking, tattoos and piercings! cause cute babies need this stuffs! (the only reason why I highlight this one is these are things adults legally can do, however they have fucking hissy fits over BRAS, which is something people in their teens and preteens wear and need.... but like, omg one is for sex parts! there for its sexual! but like yeah nipple piercing? cool uwu thats totally a baby thing! you do you baby! its baby safe! uwu; we need to normalize all the baby things!) Age regressions: WHAT this is healthy! okay! Unlike junkies i'm not like shooting up& wasting money on drugs!! and like unlike people who self harm I'm doing so much better!!! and I don't have UGLY scars!!! ... BUT I'm actually coping! oh but don't you dare critique me, I'm actually a baby and I got trauma! & if your say anything mean to me, I'll tell you i'm crying, experiencing *ACTUAL* panic attacks and its not fair and i have trauma! So don't YOU dare. (... you realize that there's maladaptive coping... right? Like this isn't to say its healthy or good, but it's to say there's a term for this& a therapist would point this out to someone who might feel ashamed. Just like if someone went to a therapist and said 'I keep spending money when i'm sad, i've spent over $1000 this month, on things I don't actually want or like or need, i want to stop." - a therapist would say something delicate like: 'okay... well have you heard of maladaptive coping? *Explains what it is* You said you do this when your sad. Would you be curious in trying other methods to emotional regulate...? Lets do this and also can you keep track of the urge to spend and how you emotions are when they pop up okay...? *home work*" - Your also belittling people society has enjoyed belittling for a long time. And these same people are actually aware of the harm there doing to themselves and there bodies, and they feel guilt and shame but it's also hard to stop due to different habits& emotions like fear, not to mention prior treatment from therapy might frighten them off.... Equally those same people, also have trauma. The same word you enjoy yeeting around. They actually *have* it. And those same people, they deserve a lot of respect and more respect then your giving them. These are still people at the end of the day& have families. And your extremely ignorant and fucking rude. So maybe don't use your trauma to kick down others who are unable to defend themselves. Cause trauma isn't an excuse to be an asshole. Thanks.) Same age regression blogs: *reblogs childrens underwear and will go on and on about age dysphoria and how there just coping& age regression is just oh so beautiful& super duper pure and super duper healthy and super duper adorable* Hey! WHY ARE DDLG/ERS FOLLOWING ME! I don't understand!?!1 don't you get it!1!1! there's a BaBy running this blog! I demand baby safe blogs only!! (your 24 years old, posting you 24 going on 2, reblogging kids underwear, and speaking about needing a cg, sfw "spankies" when your "naughty" & you say your a "baby brat", and you need someone to lead you around this 'world'... etc. wtf do you expect? your showing off in the very least is kink, its also borderline fucking uncomfortable stuff like reblogging kids underwear, & Is extremely triggering and wonders into areas I shouldn't have to fucking mention. But oi, your a "baby".)