#sister wives sex strike

[deathbecomesthem]

When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) <3

Gia! Hi! I love you! (And I'm super happy I got back to back asks about this because I could do this all day)

[sexiechuckiet]

Hey everybody it’s Folk Punk Fall!! That’s right, I’m listening to men who can barely sing do it over an acoustic guitar for the vibes!!

[mechpilotvi]

What am I not getting invited to "queer and trans events" cuz I'm fat , cuz I'm ngl a trans event sounds rad

as someone who goes to a lot of queer and especially trans events, something i can't help but notice is that i'm very often the only fat transfem present, and moreover, fat transfems of color are virtually never present at all. the absence is extremely conspicuous.

i know there are a lot of social forces stacked up against these labels and particularly at their intersections, but shit, it feels lonely to know so few other fat trans women irl right now.

[eeriesearworms]

Daffodil - Sister Wife Sex Strike

"Daffodil has a dick and it's bigger than you"

What a great way to start a song.

[missglaskin]

Perv!Yan Targaryen Men (Maegor, Jaehaerys I, Daemon, Baelon, Viserys III, Rhaegar, Aemond, Young Griff) with sister!Darling

Note-To be inclusive the reader is adopted, but has targaryen/velaryon blood. Also please do not report this

Tags: Filthy smut, somnophilia, spanking, choking, period sex (Daemon), teasing, masturbation, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, possessive/obssessive behavior, jealousy

Maegor

Maegor loved you. And you loved him. He was your brother. And if the years with him forced you to see the truth. Is that no matter how deeply and intimately you loved him. It’s not enough to stop him from inflicting harm on all those around you. Not even your brother Aenys was safe from his wrath. And finally, you understood why your father shielded you from him. As for all the ‘love’ Maegor held for you, it wasn’t enough to keep him from giving into his desires.

You consumed his every thought. Turning him into an almost state of madness. Depriving himself from you each second adds fuel to the already burning flame within him. It doesn’t matter if any of his wives bore a resemblance to you, if all the women he brought from the street of silk wore your face. If their mouth opens and your voice is heard. If the body they displayed was sculpted like yours. It didn’t matter. Because in the end nothing satisfies him, nothing will bring him to ease only his sweet sister could.

It was he who stole your first kiss. And if he wasn’t, you wouldn’t dare to tell him. As for Maegor, it didn’t matter who it was even if it was one of your lady friends fulfilling your curiosities. The first few kisses were as innocent as Maegor would have them be. But as time goes, the kisses become more and more passionate. Feeling his hands starting to roam and tug roughly on the fabric.

Many times you found yourself over his lap or on some table. Your ass left sore and bruised from the hand that strikes the skin over and over. His jealousy was not to be taken lightly. Daring to giggle at another’s jape, to enjoy yourself in their company, to even glance at them too long for his liking. Is all the reasons Maegor needs to remind you of your place. There’s an eagerness in punishing you, loving to hear your whimpers and pleadings.

His broad hands have become a sort of necklace. Often wrapped around your throat as a warning for disobeying him, the grip loose yet firm. But hearing your gasps for air, the hazy look in your eyes. The sight comes to arouse him. Tightening his grip, listening to your soft whines and groans. He does let go eventually.

It is when the full moon is shining in the night sky that he usually gives in to his desires. Awakened by the force of his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass in loud claps. Shivers run down your bare spine as the cold air blows. At the realization of your awakened state, a hand reaches for the nape of your neck and pulls your head upward. Forcing you to keep your eyes open on him.

If you are caught pleasing yourself in any way, you will be met with a harsh punishment. He is so possessive of your body that even giving yourself ecstasy will anger him. It results in you on your knees and hands, forced to endure the slaps against your pussy. You must remain still or the punishment will never end. But it’s not long before you feel his cock slide through your folds.

It doesn’t matter where the two of you are or when it is. There is no end to Maegor's lust. Whether he’s on the throne, having you on your knees. Whether it’s after coming after a battle, bloodied and wounded, seeking your comfort. Whether it’s in the company of his wives. Or the company of servants and knights, but Maegor will behead them afterwards as they dared to look at what was his.

Jaehaerys

Your brother was always told to be wise beyond his years. A man destined to rule from the day he emerged from his mother's womb. Fair-spoken, open-handed, as brave as he was chivalrous. Who could ask for a more ideal man? But even in the strongest of men, how could they hold against the worst threat of all; the yearning, the desire, the lust. If it was a lady or a servant, it would be much simpler. Exiled and never seen again, but what would one do if it was their own sister?

There was not a day where he didn’t feel such shame. He avoided you. Refusing to speak or look you in the eye. You thought your brother hated you. What other excuse would there be. But there was another reason for it. As Jaehaerys found his eyes wandering to any skin that was bare to him. A burning gaze mostly focused on your cleavage, only to forcefully tear his said gaze away.

Jaehaerys is often in denial at how he feels about you. There is an attempt to ease his guilt in thinking of you purposely teasing him, trying to seduce him. Perhaps for political gain. Why else would you visit him late at night, bend down to pick something up for him, to stare at him with those coy eyes of yours. No matter how many times he pushes you away, he never seems to stray away from your side.

There was once an incident. One that no matter how many times he tells himself, Jaehaerys cannot justify. His eye catching the white cloth that remained on the ground of your chambers. Your nightgown. His mind resisted the temptation, but his body caved into it. Through his fingers, the material was felt. Taking it with him. Finding it difficult to converse with you after without letting his thoughts wander to what he has taken.

Your scent is a drug to him. The moment you decide to switch perfumes, he's the first to notice. Whatever fragrance you wear, he has a servant bring it to him. Your scent permeated every nook and cranny of his chambers. Jaehaerys believed that doing this would subdue his urges, but all it has done is intensify his desire for you.

When Jaehaerys is unable to sleep, he knows that he can no longer resist. Not only have you consumed all his thoughts, but his every dream. Imagining you in the most compromising positions. He could just send you to dragonstone and put up with the suffering. But this is all becoming too much.

For one night. Just one night he indulges in his whims. His beard tickles your skin as his mouth is on yours. The length of his cock pushing up into your cunt, spreading out your thigh wide for him. He has fully lost himself in the feeling. After so many restless nights, Jaehaerys can rest, bare body on yours. He does not feel shame until the sun rises.

He tells you it's the last time. No longer should he long after you. Yet he repeats those words again and again. Till he no longer does because he no longer believes it. Finding himself joining your bed that his chambers have been hardly used. Jaehaerys thinks of you as a witch at times. Who casted a spell on him. A spell he's unable to break from.

Daemon

His possessiveness over you was nowhere endearing. Not when he stood over another lord’s son, bloodied fists colliding with the boy’s face over and over because he tried to ‘kiss you’. Not when he locked you in your chambers so you wouldn’t meet your possible betrothal. Not when he was covered in blood all to crown you the maiden of love and beauty at every tourney. Love was believed to make a better man, but not yours, as it made Daemon nearly a beast filled with lust and ferocity.

There was no one who loved to tease you more than Daemon. Chuckling when you grow frustrated at his constant badgering. Some of his jokes are far from appropriate, and the sight of you becoming flustered is all the more enjoyment. Daemon imagines seeing that expression on your face when he finally bends you over. His dick hard under the material just at the thought.

He behaves like a dog in heat. Pressing against you as he whispers all sorts of filth things to your ears. It appears to be a game to him. To see how far he reaches your limits. Having his hands squeeze your chest above the fabric or having them slid under the dress to go between your legs.

Daemon loves it when you scold him. When you smack his hand away. Push him away. Slap his face even. It makes the so-called "game" even more entertaining and, most definitely, turns him on. He adores your fire, and it's the closest you'll ever come to receiving Daemon's heart eyes. Further, your brother knows of your desire for him as well.

Daemon loved to dress you in tight and revealing dresses. For all his possessiveness, there’s a satisfaction in seeing a man's eye with lust, knowing they will never have you. But shall any other man try to approach you, they will come to face him. As well leading to you being bent down over his lap while you are forced to count every strike against your skin until it’s swollen, knowing damn well he put you in this situation.

Through the secret passages of the castle. Daemon is found in your chambers late at night. Where you are groped as his cock slams in and out of your gushing hole. This is all his. He murmurs to your ears. No one should touch you like this. To pin you down. To fuck you like the little greedy whore you are. Only your brother. Only him.

At your time of month. Daemon insists you didn’t need all the maester’s teas and medicines. He was your cure. Head buried between your legs since the pleasure helps ease the pain. His tongue soon replaces his cock. And soon every month, he has you come to him. But Daemon does offer a better solution, one where you never have to worry about such pain. To have his child instead.

There's not a part of you that Daemon doesn't wish to corrupt. He strives to make you want him as much as he wants you. To share his lust. Have you plead for the feeling of his tongue and fingers. Have you drunk on his cock as he's drunk on your pussy.

Baelon

Everyone assumed as the younger, you will be the one to follow Baelon wherever he went, but it was he who trailed behind you. As children, Baelon didn't like anyone interfering with your shared playtime, even Aemon got beaten with a stick for trying. To those nearby, it was all an adorable display. But as now the two of you are of age, Baelon’s possessiveness persisted more than ever. Any innocence that was once shared has been tainted by the desire at play.

Baelon loved to tease you, but it was only him who could do so. Your possessions are taken by him as he swings his arms around, forcing you to leap and lunge to regain them. You are at his mercy if you are ticklish. Pleading and whines escaping your lips. Presenting him your puppy eyes and pouty lips. A sight you didn’t know aroused him. Briefly pausing before quickly regaining his composure.

You didn’t wear a dress more than once. Not out of sheer wealth, but rather you are unable to find them afterwards. Your nightgowns in particular. Baelon felt guilty sneaking into your chambers. And as much as he wants to return them. It’s not much of an option with them mostly covered in cum stains from how roughly he jerked off with them.

Your brother kisses you often on the cheek as a greeting or to bid you goodbye. Though on some occasions his lips ‘accidentally’ brush against yours. The blame being that you moved suddenly. But it becomes harder to pin the blame, as after the first time. Baelon has it happen again and again. That you no longer blink. Even when you are napping and feel lips on yours-you are yet to react.

There is also no reaction to the hand that’s on your thigh. At first, it was subtle and brief. Baelon and you laying in the open fields, jesting and speaking with one another. Until you feel the hand reach under your dress, it rests near your feet only to go higher and higher. Violet eyes on yours as he watches your expressions.

On your name day, Baelon promised you a gift. You weren't given your gift until the evening. Instructed to sit on the table as Baelon moves with his upper body hidden under your dress. Hands reaching to grab into anything as you throw your head back from the pleasure. Certain that the halls resounded to your moans. There won't be much guilt if you come to want him as well.

As keen as he was to please you. Baelon too had his own urges. Your hand able to feel the hardness through the material. Don't you wish to help him. To ease him. Is all the convincing you need. Your brother knows how eager you are to please him. Baelon has you sock his cock many mornings to bring him luck, while stroking your cheek and praising you.

This is wrong and you know it. He always has a way with words that makes you forget about all the repercussions that will follow. And the sensation of his cock buried deep inside of you leaves your mind numb. Your brother knows he has ruined you. Ruined you for any other lord. Not even a knight will have you in this condition. But it's what he intends. How else will you be truly his.

Viserys III

There is no guilt in Viserys' lust for you. You belong to him. Already claimed. After all, you would have been wed in the traditions of your house. Even when only a few of you remain, even when the two of you are a continent away from your ‘home’. Viserys will still uphold his duties. So when his thoughts go to what your bodies will do for the other, why should he feel shame.

Your brother has seen you bare perhaps more than yourself. He hated anyone looking at it. The servants are commanded to turn their gaze unless they wish for their eyes to be plucked out. As he would undress you or take you for a bath, Viserys would examine your body to ensure it was ‘healthy’. Making passing remarks that it will only be truly healthy if your belly was swollen with child and if your tits had milk in them.

Your place was in his lap. Viserys detested you sitting anywhere else. While it was outside in the gardens, during dinners, or you in his chambers. Your back was pressed against his chest, straddling his thigh. Usually with a book in your hand, but it doesn’t last long before your brother throws it across the room because it distracts you from him. But perhaps that distraction was needed, feeling the hands that rest on your thighs and stomach dangerously close to your intimate areas.  

Viserys even enjoyed feeding you fruits. Having Illyrio bring in many of your favorites. But with everything else, your brother has no good intentions. Loving the feeling of your tongue on his fingers as you open your mouth to take whatever he gives you. It makes him picture you doing the same to his cock, eagerly taking in your mouth as you do now.

The duty of cleaning him at his daily baths falls to you. Your brother ensures that every inch of his skin has been scrubbed clean. As soon as your hand reaches between Viserys' legs, his hips begin to move to your touch. Keeping your hand there as it’s not ‘clean’ yet.

It’s not long before your brother has you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. His hand on the back of your head forcing you to take all of him. You wish to please your brother don’t you. To make him happy, to make him proud of you. One day, he will become your husband and it is your duty to satisfy his every need. He’s just preparing you for it.

Every night, Viserys shares your bed. It started with touches. Hands resting on your stomach dangerously close to your intimate area. Then there were the hands squeezing your tits, rubbing his bulge against your behind. And then Viserys began to sleep bare. Soon, you came to follow. Waking up with your nipples sore and your body exposed to the chilly air.

When Viserys finally has you. He will seek you again and again. Saying that he has finally made a ‘woman’ out of you. Your back resting on a pillow as your brother breeds you roughly. He forces you to remain like this with the mix of both of your arousal leaking into the sheets behind you.

Rhaegar

Lonely Rhaegar was as a child, nose buried in a book, no interest in friends. Only you, his sweet, sweet sister was his company. And it remained such as that for the years to come. A man like your brother was believed to be valiant, honorable, noble. In spite of the customs of your house looming over you, the relationship you shared was considered admirable and ‘harmless’. Yet no one has ever peeked inside the head of the crown prince where his thoughts are nothing but pure.

For as sweet as your brother was to you, he was an opportunist at heart. For instance, when you are reaching to peck him on the cheek, only for him to turn just enough for your lips to brush his. Amusedly watching as you get all worked up before his hands are on your cheek, closing the gap.

With your mother often confined and your father the way he is. There was no one else to turn to other than Rhaegar. Hiding behind the covers, where an arm instinctively pulls you toward him. Singing you sweet lullabies, wiping away your tears. Your face covered in gentle kisses from your brow to your lips. And you feel his mouth on your neck to your shoulder. But he forces himself to stop as much as he wants to otherwise.

It’s easy to go to Rhaegar in any time of need. Flashing you a sweet smile as he offers his help. Tying the strings at the back of your dress. Tending to your bruised knee. Teaching you how to dance. And you either do not notice or not mind the lingering touches and how his eyes roam your body.

Once, wine was accidentally spilled all over your white dress at a feast. As he always does, Rhaegar moves quickly to assist you, removing you from the room. Protecting you from the prying eyes as he presses you against his chest. And when you are alone, he undresses your dress all while reassuring you that it's fine. Your body begins to feel warm as you watch him savor the scene before him.

As mentioned, you and Rhaegar often shared a bed. He would have you lie with him every night if it weren't such a scrutiny. Your scent was all that remained when you were to depart. When the sheets were removed by the servants, it secretly frustrates him. Helping him picture you underneath as he does unsavory things to your body.

Alone in his chambers, only for his eyes to see. Rhaegar urges to dress in his clothes. The sight of you wearing his shirt, thighs exposed and nipples poking through the fabric causes an uncomfortable strain in his pants. Pulling you to straddle one of his thighs. His hand on your revealed skin and face in your covered chest.

You are used to the roaming hands that rests on all places, your hips, chest, thighs. A new sensation hits you however when the hands move in between your legs. Long slick-covered fingers pressed into your cunt. All to prepare you for what's about to come. He has been patient for so long hasn’t he. Rhaegar has every intention of breeding you, seeing your belly swollen. In bounding you to him.

Aemond

The truth is, you don't know why your brother behaves the way he does.  All you know is that despite his refusal to admit it. He was terrified of losing you. Either it will be to his brother, his nephew, some lord, or that knight that you once gushed over. Aemond made himself your ‘protector’. Too focused on shielding you from anyone would take you away from him, when he should be shielding you from himself.

Whether at court or dinner, Aemond is your shadow, following you wherever you must go. Even if you cannot sense him, Aemond is close by. Your every move is under his watch, as he believes it is his duty to make sure you are safe and well. Even as he watches you undress and bathe.

In the hidden corners of the library, you are seated on your brother’s lap. Either sharing a book or having one of your own. If Aemond feels your attention straying, a slap is given to your inner thigh each time you do so. Even when your attention returns to the book, the hand is still on your thigh. His fingers gripping the skin as a warning.

Aemond has a habit of his fingers reaching for your mouth. Either to wipe away the remaining food or to stop your habit of biting your lip. These touches are not purely out of looking out for you. The thoughts that appear in the back of his head cause him to squint with lust. As he pulls down your lower lip with a light touch of his thumb. Resisting the ever needing urge to push his thumb between your lips.

He breathed into your scent. Whenever he would embrace you, he would press his face against your hair or neck. Everything that smelled like you-your clothes-your perfume was taken. It is a dishonorable, repulsive habit he will never admit to. Throwing the things into the fire once they no longer smell like you.

Your mother tried to stop you and Aemond from sleeping together in the same bed, and for a while, she believes she succeeded—had it not been for Aemond finding the hidden passages. Watching you sleep while slipping under the covers. The feelings of his overwhelming love and intense lust entwined. In his desire to kiss every inch of your skin and in his desire to bury his fingers between your legs.

He needed to fulfill his curiosities. Pulling the nightgown down enough to show him tits or pulling it up to show him your cunt. If only he could be satisfied by the sight. If only Aemond was a patient man. Drowning himself in your taste. Your eyes open. Feeling the twitching of your legs the and pressure in the pit of your stomach.

This makes something inside Aemond snap. Even if you were already fully aware of his desire before. All of the frustration that he has been building up suddenly surfaces to meet you. In how little you are left unable to walk. In all the marks scattered variously on your body. In how he stuffs your cunt to the brim with his seed.

Young Griff AKA Aegon

There was no one who loved you any more than your brother. Aegon so thoughtful, gentle, loving, and protective. All things a brother should be. Yet your brother harbors a flame of jealousy and possessiveness that he shows only to those he deems a ‘threat’. There was no forgetting of the such thoughts that roamed your brother’s mind. Leaving him feeling ashamed and guilty.

Everything was done together. Only when the need arose did you rarely separate from one another. At night, the two of you further shared a bed. A practice that Jon himself frowned upon. Where underneath the sheets Aegon clutches you tightly to him. Limbs entwined, his face buried in your neck. Where a devil sits on his shoulder whispering to him to commit the most sinful of sins.

Your brother would kiss you anytime and anywhere. Addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. It was such an intimate act, but Aegon told you it was alright for brothers and sisters to do such things. Even when his tongue stroked yours, even when the kiss lasts more than seconds, minutes even.

He loved leaning into your body. At the open fields, found resting his head on your lap. But he loved nothing more than resting his head on your chest. Cheek pressed to the fabric covering your skin. He hopes you don’t notice the way his face and hands inch closer to your tits. Or his constant movements brought on by the discomfort of his tightening trousers.

You two like to wrestle‌. Though it’s all in good fun, with Aegon making sure to be careful as possible. Laughs are heard as you roll around the ground. But it quickly becomes intimate. When he feels you pressed against him, straddling his waist. Aegon swallows, taking the risk by lightly rubbing his hips against yours all while looking you in the eye.

A quiet moan escapes your lips from the movement. And it gives him the encouragement to further continue, low moans also escaping him. He's all the more reassuring when you tell him how strange this makes you feel. Hands-on your waists to move your hips as well. When the two of you reach your high, the embarrassment slowly seeps in, feeling the mess in his trousers.

You really make it all the harder for him. Watching as you take off your clothes, exposing yourself to him, then beckoning for him to follow as you sprint off to the lake. Aegon does, never wanting to turn you down. It surprises you when he swims up to you and wraps his arms around you before giving you a passionate kiss that nearly took your breath. Unable to contain himself any longer, your brother confesses his sinful desires.

Aegon is tucked between your legs with his face buried in your neck as you have your back against the stone ground near the lakes. He repeatedly professes his love. All of this must be a dream. Finally having you under him. Having you be his, body and soul. He withheld himself from you long enough. Taking a bite of the forbidden fruit, forever addicted to the taste of it.

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[frankbichito]

theyre sisters and theyre wives on theyre on a sex strike

[wench-in-a-trench]

Okay! This is going to be a theory! And just an idea! Don't read too much into it, i love pulling out concepts about everything!

Lucifer and Lilith had a child together, Charlie, we all know that fact, but what if Lucifer and Eve also had a Child?

I mean, he did talk mad burns about having bedded both of Adam's wives during their fight, right?

"well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what i had to offer, or the second. Bow chica bow bow." -Lucifer, the big boss of hell himself.

So what if the two of them had sex and the child resulting from that was. . . Emily?

The only similarities in appearance i can point out would be their innocent, bubbly and cute look: round eyes and lashes, big eyes, round face. The way they're drawn brings this puppy-like aura to their presence.

Their personalities are close-goaled copies of each other too.

1. Both are underestimated by their respective authority figures.

- Sera refrains from providing important information to her, because she sees Emily as incapable of making the right decision. Possibly because she's the youngest and is perceived as mentally immature and in need of sheltering from real world problems.

"i'm not a child to protect!" -Emily, a line from "you didn't know?"

- Lucifer sees Charlie's dream as a phase, because he sees his past self in her eyes and sees innocent naivety, instead of dutiful determination to make things better as a rightful heir to the throne.

"you make something nice, you invite people over and then they bring trouble to your doorstep!" -Lucifer

2. Two out of two of them have opinions that contradict the public opinion and the general order of things.

- Charlie doesn't accept the fate they have been given and wants to change the order things are going in.

- Emily doesn't try to turn a blind eye to the situation to continue her life in feigned ignorance like some angels seem to do, she's the first to speak up about the issue aside from Charlie.

3. The two of them share the same code of morals. They immediately duet with each other without having any previous talk about their views. Sure that may (read: definitely) be a result of Viv's rushed pacing of the show, but it plays right into my argument so i'm keeping it in.

Aren't Sera and Emily sisters, though? Yes, but the plot revolves around the ideas and more or less the systems seen in catholic religion; so their sisterhood could be following the same concept as a nun's, which doesn't include blood relations as a requirement to call the other nun a sister.

Sure, they do look very alike, the color palette being differentiated by Emily's purple and Sera's grey.

They have angelic forms similar to birds, same face markings, same dress and eyes that decorate them, they have skin colours that look close to each other (with Emily having more washed out colour.)

However that's what it looks like only at first glance.

- The clothes can be a "work" outfit that could be traditional for seraphs. But judging from their relationship dynamic it could also be Emily trying to subconsciously copy the look of her eldest sister, because she respects her as more of a parental authority.

- Their angelic body structures are widely different, the most striking thing being their wing placement being with Emily having them spread out from her head, taking the place of hair.

- Although both have three eyes on their foreheads, Sera doesn't have an eye in the middle of her chest like Emily does, even though that's a very noticeable characteristic that easily could be used to tie them both together.

- Emily's skin palate changes from pure white to greyish brown, while Sera's brown skin deepens in intensity in her humanoid form.

- both have face markings but Emily doesn't directly copy it. My girl doesn't even have a nose. Kinda like Lucifer.

Lucifer and Emily don't look like they share the same genetics, but we never saw Lucifer's fallen angel form or prior-to-being-thrown-out angel form and since we don't know what Eve looks like, Emily could share similarities with her (other than both their names starting with an "E" (°-°;) ) but we wouldn't know it outright!

Most shows depicting family members are notorious for designing them similarly. Making Charlie and Emily look different but seem similar enough in different ways would be a real iconic plot twist on Viv's part, but as seen in Helluva boss, unless it was a set up, it would look like the show follows the exact same pattern.

Side note: Lilith and Lucifer split, could Eve be the reason they did and why Lilith set off to be in a part of heaven? (Maybe the beach she's on being located in Eden?)

"and if you want to stay here, you are going down there and stopping that bitch." -Lute

[hermitcraft-8]

ok so as you may know im currently on a road trip with three friends. those friends consist of zelda (the meanest and yet most anxious lesbian you've ever met; listens to the homeless gospel choir and sister wives sex strike and also jazz), fennel (i don't know what their deal is. they tried to stab me once. looks like someone's grandma), and grapes (properly cottagecore mom friend, put the entire discography of the crane wives on the road trip playlist) and then they've got me, the cishet white man. who looks like he eats cigarettes off the curb. college friend groups are something else man

[warmbloodedzines]

Here's another zine by Xalli—this one's called Folk Punk Inauguration.

[Image Description: The cover page of this eight-page mini zine has a little cut out bat drawing from the Trader Joe's newsletters in the top/middle right area and an entry band for a show at a venue called The Smell along the bottom of it. To the left of the bat are the words 'FOLK PUNK' and between that and the entry band is the word 'INAUGURATION'. Thus, the name of this zine: Folk Punk Inauguration.

The first page has half of a hot pink entry band for The Smell on it. Above it, the page reads “I've gotta say, I've been skeptical of folk punk for a while, now. I feel pretty strongly that the culture of folk punk now is what traditional punk wished it was, but I was never too sure of the music. It felt a little too weird, and I'm a bit of a snob about voices sometimes (not on purpose, I promise) so I was just unsure. It’s been growing on me slowly, though – especially after a show this Tuesday.”

The second page starts “To be honest, the night started out sort of shit. I took the train and got harassed, and got there almost half an hour late, too. The energy inside changed everything right away, though. The crowd threw a billionaire skull piñata around and beat it up for toys, and everyone looked trans as fuck, and I knew I was in a good place. Moon Bandits, Rent Strike, and (of course) Sister Wife Sex Strike all played and fucked it up!” Below that, there's the text “(I can totally draw)” and, below that, an incredibly rudimentary stick figure drawing of a crowd of people looking up at two people on stage.

Page three starts with the phrase “Some HIGHLIGHTS”-- the 'Some' made out of two cut up words ('So' and 'me') from some book and 'HIGHLIGHTS' written in black Sharpie and highlighted with yellow highlighter. Below it is a bullet point list, which is also continue onto page four, that lists that “the pit was so fucking cool! great energy... so much joy and lots of two-stepping”, “the outfits... holy shit, do people know how to dress! so cool + creative”, “the aforementioned piñata - so silly + fun”, “when SWSS come down into the pit for ‘Electricity’”, “when the pit turned into a lot of people (including me) dancing with our partners during ‘Gentleness’”, “Rent Strike's song about hydraulic press videos”, and “the way the bands talked to us: so friendly & funny & felt like family (will come back to this one). Across the bottom of both pages is a sticker for Unity Skate Co. of two naked people, one colored in orange on the other's shoulders (and the other is colored in pink). Underneath the sticker across the right side of page four is a strip of Washi tape in dark blue, red, and black colors, with eyes and lips.

Page five has the word 'MERCH' written across the top left side of it with a squiggly line drawn underneath it. Next to it, starting on the right side of page five and going all through the top of page six is an orange sticker with the word 'QUEERS' in a black bold font with underlining. Page five starts out saying “A lot of the merch was sliding scale, and the vendors were so cool! I had to get stuff!” and then leads into a list of things I bought, including “Sister Wives Strike Back (Deluxe) CD”, “Rent Strike fox (?) on fire shirt”, “Moon Bandits ‘Squash Cops’ patch”, “Moon Bandits ‘Crocs not Cops’ sticker”, and “Moon Bandits 'Protect Trans Kids' Raccoon-filled sticker”. Under the 'QUEERS' sticker, page six simply states “Anyway, the show was amazing if you can’t tell. But there’s something more there, too. Getting to mosh + sing + scream and be happy + sad with other trans people – other nonwhite people too, oh my God – was so new + beautiful. It felt like family + home in such an unmistakable + necessary way. I’m so grateful.”

The back cover has a sharpie drawing in the top left of a weird fidget toy I got from the billionaire skull piñata that got thrown around during Moon Bandits' set, which is sort of a little orange handle and two (yellow and pink) weird extensions that are made of a ball and plastic legs that attach to the handle. The little extensions swing 360 degrees around the handle and can hit each other and make noise. Next to it is a little note that says “a weird fidget toy from the piñata” and has an arrow pointing to it. Underneath it is a drawn on dashed line and then text that says “by Xalli”, “apr 19, 2023”, and then notes that my social medias are “insta: desertfirelight”, “tumblr: canineical”, and “neocities: tehuan”. At the bottom of the page is a continuation of the entry wrist band that's on the cover and first page of the zine for The Smell. This part of the band mainly says 'EXIT' on it. /End ID]

[lemonwater8600]

playlist I wrote out for my sister if any of you care

Songs

Harpy Hare - Yaelorke

Emo Boy - Ayesha Erotica

dumb dumb - mazie 

Nights like these - pigeon pit

The moon will sing - the crane wives

Rule #34 - fish in a birdcage

Liquid courage - McCafferty

Big mouth strikes again - 2017 master - the smiths

I bet on losing dogs - Mitski 

I wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

Bad idea! - girl in red

Get it up - mindless self indulgence 

Blue hair - tv girl

Lovers rock - tv girl

Frances forever - Mitski

HEAVEN SAYS. - chart

I like the way you kiss me - artemas 

Call me what you like - lvjy 

4 morant ( better luck next time) - com truise 

Inside out - duster

Honey I’m home - ghost and pals

Pork soda - glass animals

A crows trial - vane lily

Rät - Penelope Scott

Bottom - McCafferty

Father - the front bottoms

505 - arctic monkeys

Digital silence - Peter McPoland 

Gasoline - Halsey

Where is smiley? - serani poji

Strawberry blond - Mitski 

Under my skin - jukebox the ghost

Be gay, do drugs, hail satan - super cassette 

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Brutus - the buttress

Community gardens - the scary jokes

Spamton - Toby fox

Meet lime cookie - twintails edition - tsundere twintails

Nepo baby - fox szn 

Jersey nova - cactusteam 

Last words of a shooting star - Mitski

The moss - cosmo sheldrake

2econd-2ight-2eer (that was fun, goodbye) - will wood

Katamari - femtanyl

Dogmatica- femtanyl

Sex, drugs, etc. - beach weather 

Art is dead - bo burnham

Control - halsey 

Plug me in - lil soda boi

No children - the mountain goats 

Home where - sir Chloe

Angel eyes and basketball - foot ox

Sleepwalk - Forrest day

Wasted summers - juju<3

Crass - neovaii

Kiss me, son of god - they might be giants

We will commit wolf murder - of Montreal 

Puppet loosely strung - the correspondents 

Spy? - WHOKILLEDXIX

Why’d you only call me when your high - arctic monkeys

Cold weather - glass beach

Person in the mirror - naethan apollo 

[notquiteaghost]

it is once again bandcamp friday today (2nd february 2024)!! here are some albums i have been listening to lately that u shld check out

all of this is chance by lisa o'neill: album of the year 2023 Tbh. irish folk music my beloved. her voice is so so dear to me

in the furrows of common place by jim ghedi: i listen to a lot of english folk music so when i say this is the platonic ideal of english folk music i need you to know i Mean It. this sounds like standing atop the old quarry in my home town n looking out over the valley n feeling the wind in my bones.

twenty twenty twenty twenty one by spencer krug: speaking of bones, at any given moment "my muscles are fine / it's in my fucking bones" is probably running through my head

radium girls (curie eleison) by rachel sumner: this is a single but it's SO good. indie folk is NOT being killed by tiktok dammit listen to this six minute song about a true story and Feel Something

sister wives strike back by sister wife sex strike: speaking of artists u shld follow on tiktok. one day sister wife sex strike will post a cover album & i won't shut up about it for a month. anyway this is folk punk and i adore it. "sealed inside an airtight cage that doesn’t even lock, / the children underground, they learn to cry before they walk, / glass houses underestimate the power of a rock, / so tomorrow hand in hand away from omelas, we’ll walk"

covers by ghostdaughter: speaking of covers!! i am obsessed with ghostdaughter's voice. this has been the soundtrack to my walk to n from work for weeks

and as always go see if YOUR faves are on bandcamp

[another-punk-trans-woman]

Is your blog title from the song "Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist" by Ramshackle Glory?

And follow up question: what are your favorite bands?

It is!! One of my favorite lyrics of all time, but notably it was a quote from a wood carving by Dalia Sapon

My fav bands are constantly in Flux but in no particular order

Against Me!

RENT STRIKE

Sister Wife Sex Strike

Left at London

The Pretty Reckless

Pidgeon Pit

The Crane Wives

[hackoftheyear]

Ok I’m mad at myself for not seeing local news legend and sister wives sex strike last month :((( I saw a video of stitched together clips from all their shows of them playing brave as a noun and everyone is singing and having so much fun in this little show where everyone is dressed so cool :(

[msfbgraves]

So…does Daniel enjoy pregnancy sex in Mobverse lol? Does Terry like seeing him/having him pregnant? And how are other Alphas around pregnant Omegas anyway? Is there a different scent, do they get extra protective or even feral? What are Omegas like during pregnancy?

Daniel does like pregnancy sex, because for the first 8 years of his marriage, it's basically all he's ever had! And he likes it just fine (I'd hate Terry to be the type to not give a damn, but he strikes me as a considerate lover. A bit pushy but very tender). It's an interesting experience for them when he's not constantly pregnant between Anthony and surprise baby Luna, and after. And Terry is insufferably smug about how Daniel is always pregnant. It's the ultimate ego stroke and it does intimidate other Alphas. The scent evokes a mixture of feelings of being around the hottest person you ever saw and basking in the cuddliest snug feeling you've ever had. They want to be around it, it's so comfortable and yet touching Daniel would be a challenge to a very bloody fight. But they want to protect the omega because the scent alone is relaxing as anything. They're always in the house asking to help out, an excuse to bask in it. Touching, again is off limits unless it is to shield, but what Daniel does do often is cuddling one of his babies or young puppies and then giving them to a young Alpha to hold. People have cried, they spend so much time being strong and hard. Sometimes betas, who are not as strongly affected by all of this (for them it's merely relaxed and pleasant) have held a sobbing Alpha friend for minutes afterwards.

And Terry gets to hold all of it. It's better than drugs. Daniel gets very snuggly if he has the chance (when they have more children, Terry often finds his family sitting around the radio, puppies cuddling around their Mama and he simply joins) though that's in the later stages. The first months, he's himself but insanely pretty and quite relaxed. But he really is super concerned about the pregnant beta girls and women and tries to help where he can. He doesn't like how tough it can be on them. Sure, the Alphas with pregnant beta mates are as caring and tender, but they worry because a pregnancy can be so hard on their wives and sisters. Beta men are less cloying, sometimes beta women can prefer that because of course many are perfectly fine and want to get on with life. Omegas tend to take it easier, which would drive some betas up the wall.

[ffrankenffucker]

Never even occurred to me that sister wife sex strike could be named after polygamist sister wives

[doggogills-but-worse]

gonna go be feral at a sister wives sex strike show this month fuck yeah!!!!!