#slightly masc of center

[cleromancy]

any time i see you morons talking about "let cassie have long hair 😤" im just gonna start misunderstanding you on purpose like oh youre RIGJT, butches can have long hair too, bring back her softball dyke era

[couriernewvegas]

reminds me of when a few weeks ago one of the ppl i work for wanted to take a walk and when i was like i have loafers on she was like dw i have sneakers u can borrow what size are u and when i said … somewhere between 6 and 7 depending on brand .. she was like YOU ? no way YOURE a size 6 or 7 🤨

[comet-forgot-you]

walk with me here, college popular girl amber + quiet masc-ish reader who she takes an interest in. teasing and flirting and Ummmm maybe reader first kiss and first time with amber being super sweet and teaching reader how to touch her .. In the backseat of a car maybe. yeah i’m going insane

im also going insane thank you!!!!

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

amber noticing you around campus, never able yo talk to you because she’s always with someone. she wants to talk to you so bad, you had her attention and you didnt even know it. it wasn’t until the second semester that she was able to finally talk to you. she saw you in her psych class, one free chair beside you and she took it despite the row in front of you being completely empty.

she wouldn’t know how to talk to you at first, secretly hoping you would talk to her first, but you don’t. you hardly look at her and it makes her so mad. two weeks into the semester and she finally talks to you.

“hey, i like your shirt.” of course she does, its a stab shirt. you glance down at it, forgetting what shirt you were wearing the moment the compliment falls from her lips.

“thank you,” you reply quietly, a faint blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“you’re cute,” she mumbles, turning her attention to the professor as he begins the lecture.

that cycle continues until amber finally gets your number, and then she’s sending you flirty texts, only to tease you about it later in class. then you surprise her when you make the first move, asking her out on a date.

she agrees almost immediately, saying something along the lines of “ive been waiting for you to ask.” it makes your cheeks heat up as you look away from her.

one date turns into another, the two of you are walking around a park in the middle of the night, asking each other questions. the two of you end up underneath a streetlight and amber stops walking, standing in front of you. she wraps her arms around your neck, head tilting slightly as she looks between your eyes and lips.

“have you ever kissed anyone?” your cheeks flush, you hadn’t, and you were slightly embarrassed about it. you consider lying to her, but something about the way she looks at you has you muttering out the truth.

“no.”

amber smiles, leaning in closer to you. “can i kiss you?” your hands find their place on her hips and you swallow thickly, nodding slightly. she smiles, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips.

her lips are soft, her arms tightening as she pulls you closer into her. your grip on her hips tighten slightly. she pulls away and you cant help but smile. the next day your asking her to be your girlfriend, and she teases you, “i thought i was gonna have to ask.”

weeks later, the two of you are driving around in her car, talking about anything and everything. she pulls into an empty parking lot, telling you how tired she was of driving. you offered to switch with her, but she’s quick to shut it down, you two dont have to drive around.

next thing you know shes leaning over the center console, kissing you like she needs you. and she does. she crawls into your lap, holding your face in her hands as she kisses you hungrily. “need you so bad,” she whispers against your lips. “do you know how hard it is seeing you look so good and having to keep myself from pouncing on you? i need you so bad, baby.” you swallow thickly at her confession.

“i don’t.. i’ve never..”

“i’ll teach you, promise.”

“what if im not good?”

“you’ll never know until your try.” you swallow thickly, amber takes your hand, massaging your palm with her thumb. “do you want to try?”

you nod, “yes,” its a weak answer, but its all amber needs before she’s guiding your hand to her clothed cunt. you cup it and amber rolls her hips against your hand.

she moves to undo her pants but you’re quick to shoo them away, wanting to do it on your own. you slip your hand into her underwear, feeling just how wet she was. you exhale shakily, “fuck.”

amber grabs your wrist, pushing your hand further into her pants. you spread her sticky folds, running your fingers through her wetness. amber hisses. you prod at her entrance and amber’s holding back a whimper that threatens to escape.

“use one at first,” she whispers. you do as she says, pushing one finger into her cunt. your movements are slow as you pump in and out of her. you curl your finger and amber lets out a moan. “another.” you sink another finger into her cunt, slowly pumping in and out of her. “good girl,” she whispers.

you shudder at the praise, you bury your head into her neck, nipping at the skin. her grip on your wrist tightens as your palm grazes her puffy clit. “faster.”

you pick up your pace, curling your fingers every few strokes, amber moans. “like that?” you whisper out, searching for her approval. amber hisses, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth.

“fuck,” she breathes out, “yeah, yes. just like that, baby.” she rolls her hips against your palm, giving her clit the much needed attention. “doing so good, fuck,” she moans out.

her walls squeeze your fingers, is that a good thing? you ignore it, picking your pace up slightly. the sudden change has amber moaning loudly, “fuck!” it takes you by surprise, you pull away from her neck to watch her every reaction. her bottom lip is taken between her lips, you bring your free hand up to tug it out of it’s confines.

her cheeks are flushed, her tongue darts across her lips to wet them. you curl your fingers and amber’s moaning again, head falling back slightly. “yeah, just like that, baby. don’t stop, please,” she begs, her orgasm so close.

when she cums, her head falls against your own, your hot breaths mixing with each other. “fuck, you sure that was your first time? you did so good, baby,” she mumbles, her hips still rolling against your palm.

“thank you,” you mumble out and amber laughs, your cheeks flushing.

“you’re welcome.”

[c-writes-genshin-stuff]

Their Pet (Smut Only)

FULL VERS (hey if you wanna read the buildup which has a lot of good teasing, i think you’d like the full version :] )

f!/nb! reader x Raiden Ei x Yae Miko

sub! reader / switch! Ei / switch Miko (no use of y/n) MDNI, Men DNI

basically, you get dommed by Ei and Miko (the reader is a munch and eats Ei out / Miko riding you / Ei using the strap on you)

CONTENT: (this is a repost with the smut only, because i realized that it was so long my bad)

Word Count: about 5000

AFAB nonbinary reader, uses they/them pronouns (mostly androgynous, but slightly masc leaning)

reader is an Inu / Dog Youkai like Miko (has ears, no tail)

smut (sad!sm/masoch!sm) (biting) (marking) (choking) (begging)(voyeur!sm) (oral) (straps) (riding) (masturbat!on) (safewords) (mention of collars) (mild overstim) (degradation) (praise) (denial) (aftercare)

(not really proofread, sorry. and also reposted because tumblr wasn't showing it under tags)

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The entire bottle of sake was gone by the time you all got up to return to Miko's room. You had drank about half but you were only buzzed, not tipsy, or drunk. Unfortunately, it took a lot more to get a Youkai drunk. Miko told you to grab a pitcher of water and cups to bring back to her room, Ei opened the door for you, and you placed the water on the side table.

As soon as that door closed, they both pounced on you. Ei grabbed you by the front of your shirt collar pulling your face to hers, tilting your head up. Even without them wearing heels, they were still much taller than you. Miko wrapped her arms around your waist and started to pepper kisses along the side of your neck.

"You're so fun to toy with, little one" Miko's warm breath wafted over the skin on your neck, and then you felt her bite down on you, enough to hurt, but not to draw blood making you whine into Ei's mouth.

Ei pulled away with a gentle bite to your lip and let go of your shirt. You felt Miko pull your shirt to the side, exposing your shoulder. "Miko.." She kissed your shoulder and pressed her body against you before biting down hard. You felt her sharp canines sink into you, pulling a cry from your throat. "Ah!"

Ei slipped her pants off and sat on the edge of the bed "Does the pain feel good?"

Miko licked the wound she inflicted on you. "Y-yes," You groaned eyes closed as you succumbed to their will.

"Take your shirt off" Ei commanded. Miko left a soothing kiss against your shoulder, before letting go of you to sit next to Ei on the bed, her hand placed on Ei's thigh. You quickly pulled your shirt off and tossed it onto the ground leaving you only in your boxers. "Good pet, come here"

You fell to your knees once more before the both of them. Miko cupped Ei's face grabbing the archon's attention. "I want a kiss too, Ei" They both gave you another glance before giving you a show. Miko pulled Ei to her lips with one hand as the other drifted up her thigh.

You watched them, hoping they would let you join in quicker. Miko's hand eventually pressed against Ei's center and let out a quiet noise. You kept your eyes trained on her hand that now moved to the top of Ei's underwear slipping beneath, touching her clit directly. Ei gasped and moaned breaking the kiss.

The bite on your shoulder felt warm and the scene unfolding before you made that dull ache between your legs grow more uncomfortable. The sounds Ei made, went straight to your clit.

Miko pushed Ei's head to rest on her shoulder as she touched her, then took her hand to lift Ei's shirt so you could have a better view. Miko saw the pleading look you had and smirked when you squeezed your thighs together trying to get a little relief.

"Miko, Miko, please" Ei moaned out.

The kitsune teased "Please what, Ei?"

"Inside, I want your fingers inside," Ei said breathing heavily. Miko did as she asked and slid her fingers inside Ei, curling them against her G-spot making Ei moan a bit louder. "Fuck-"

"Oh, Ei, what would people think if they heard such a word come out of their god's mouth?" Ei didn't respond verbally, but she spread her legs wider. Miko looked back at you. "Mm, so good for me" You weren't exactly sure if those words were for Ei or for you.

In your head, you were wishing that Miko was touching you, or that you were giving Ei the pleasure. Either way, you were the puppy silently begging at their feet to join in.

As Ei drew closer to her orgasm, her moans and breathing got more erratic, and she gripped Miko's shirt. "Ah- fuck Miko, Miko, Miko." Ei's voice got loud as she was on the edge, about to tip over. You let out an audible whine and Miko smirked. Right before Ei came crashing over, Miko stopped and slipped her hand out. "W-why did you stop?"

Miko moved behind Ei, supporting her so she would stay upright, then pulled Ei's panties to the side "Come closer, puppy" You moved between Ei's legs. "Please your goddess"

You wasted no time to press your tongue against Ei's clit, "Oh, my-" One of Ei's hands gripped the sheets of the bed and her head fell back against Miko. You lapped at her pussy eagerly, trying to build her orgasm again, you liked watching how she was coming undone.

When you sucked on the sensitive bud, Ei's other hand went to grip your hair, pushing your head closer "Harder, please" You obliged, of course, earning more moans from your god.

You decided to slide your fingers through Ei's wetness before sinking two fingers inside like Miko did and Ei moaned out loudly, as she tightened her grip on your hair. The pain from the pulling made you audibly whine into her pussy. "Look at them, they're having so much fun pleasing you Ei" Miko said into her ear. Ei looked down at you, eyes half-lidded, and her face was blissed out. "Are they making you feel good?"

"Yes, fuck- yes. Don't stop" Ei's voice was shaky. You wouldn't dare to stop, not now, not while she was writhing and moaning at your hands. Ei started to arch her back, pushing her hips into your face, so you kept your fingers and tongue at a steady pace. "M close!" She threw her head back again.

Miko nipped at her ear "It's okay Ei, come for us" Ei's body went taut as her orgasm ravaged through her body, moaning out your name and Miko's name. You kept at it while she rode through her orgasm. "Good girl" Miko praised her lover. You slowed your movements as Ei's back and thighs relaxed, and she let go of your hair. As you removed your fingers you kissed her clit and Ei let out a small whine. Miko fixed her underwear and kissed Ei's forehead. Then looked back at you, while you licked off the fingers that were once inside Ei, and wiped off your face.

While Ei was recovering from her high, you rested your head against her lap and the hand that gripped you now slowly pet your head. "Did I do a good job?" You asked, although you knew you did exceptionally well, you wanted to hear the praise again.

"So good, baby," Ei said as she ruffled your hair a little more.

After a couple of minutes, Ei finally sat up and you moved off her lap so she could stand. Ei then turned to look at Miko "It's your turn now love, take your pants and underwear off" Ei said and leaned down to kiss Miko quickly.

Miko moved closer to the edge of the bed, while Ei rummaged around in a drawer. "You look like you enjoyed yourself,"

"Mhm" You nodded, you definitely wanted to do that again. She made a come hither motion with her finger and you moved up so she could kiss you. Miko could taste Ei on your lips.

After breaking the kiss she asked, "Do you wanna take these off for me?" She lifted her shirt and you hooked your fingers underneath the hem of her pants and underwear, pulling them off in one motion, and throwing them to the side. You could see how wet Miko had gotten, your mouth watered at the prospect of pleasing Miko with your mouth.

Ei had taken out two harnesses, and she left one on the bedside drawer but walked back over to you with the other harness in hand. "Take those off, and put this on" Ei helped you up and handed you the strap. "How are your knees feeling, love?"

Your knees ached a little from being on them for a while. "A little sore, but they're okay"

"Okay, then we'll do something a little different first" You gave her a bit of a sideways look, wondering what she meant. You were a little hesitant to take your boxers off but did so anyway, adjusting the strap to your hips, while Ei decided to take Miko's shirt off too. Part of you relaxed knowing you wouldn't be the only one completely naked.

"Okay, now just lay down and wait a little longer," Ei said to you. You crawled onto the bed and laid down in the center comfortably. "Miko, kneel on the bed for me. Face them." Ei instructed her lover as she went to take off Miko's earrings, without something to weigh them down, Miko's ears lifted.

"Now what?" Miko asked.

Ei took Miko's right hand and guided it between her legs. "Touch yourself for me."

"Wh-" Miko was about to say something, but Ei raised an eyebrow and she stopped. It was a rare sight to see Miko act hesitantly like that, and you enjoyed every second of it. She only acted like that when Ei was in control. "Okay"

You watched Ei move behind the kitsune. Miko spread her legs wider and started circling her clit. Her hips bucked a little bit into her hand, and as soon as the little moans escaped her throat, Miko covered her mouth.

"Now, now, none of that Miko. I want to hear you" Ei teased while moving Miko's hand placing it in front of her, palm against the sheets. Miko tried giving her best glare but it only made Ei chuckle. "Faster now,"

Miko changed her movement from circling her clit to thrumming against it sideways, she tried keeping quiet, but loud moans still made it through.

Ei's left hand reached around Miko to play with her nipples. "Good girl, Miko" Ei rested her chin on Miko's shoulder and continued to toy with her. "Is it embarrassing to touch yourself in front of us?"

"F-fuck you," Miko tried to retort.

Ei just hummed and pinched her nipple hard, causing Miko to yelp "That's not very nice Miko. Try again" You watched Miko's hand move faster, some of her wetness was dripping down her thighs.

"Ye- yes" Miko's voice faltered and her ears drooped down.

Ei moved her right hand down between Miko's legs, fingers placed at her entrance. "Yes, what?"

Miko didn't answer right away, moans getting in the way of her words "Yes, it's embarrassing"

"See, was that so hard?" Ei rewarded her by pushing her fingers inside Miko.

Miko clenched her fist around the sheets. "Shit- ah. Ei!" Miko got a lot louder than Ei did earlier. God, you loved watching Miko get the same treatment she gave everyone else.

Ei egged her on "Oh my, you're so loud now, are you close already?" Ei's fingers moved faster.

"Yes! Ei, p-please keep going!" Miko's legs were trembling already.

Ei pulled her fingers out and had this devilish smirk on her. "Mm, not so fast, love" She took the hand that was toying with Miko's chest to pull Miko's hand away from her clit.

She was panting "Ei," She whined out her name "That's not- that's not fair"

"Patience, Miko. In due time, love" Ei's voice was sultry in her ear. Miko just let out a frustrated groan. Ei showed Miko the fingers that were inside her just a second ago, then pressed them against her lips. Miko opened her mouth and licked Ei's fingers clean while avoiding eye contact with you "I want you to come riding them"

Ei looked at you and pointed at a bottle that you presumed had lube in it. You grabbed it a little uncertainly, but Ei nodded, so you spilled some onto the toy and used your hand to spread it over evenly.

Ei pulled her fingers out of Miko's mouth. "Come on, Miko. They're waiting" Ei chose a slightly bigger toy than normal and Miko looked back at Ei hesitating momentarily.

Miko moved to you and positioned herself over your hips, still avoiding direct eye contact with you. You held the toy by the base, to help guide it in. "It's okay, Miko" You tried to make her feel a bit better. She finally looked you in the eyes but only to glare. But you just gave her a sheepish grin.

Miko finally started to let her hips move down and let out a deep breath as the tip slid in. When the toy was about halfway in, Miko whined at how big it was and paused. Ei moved behind her again, and kissed her shoulder blade "It's okay, you can do it Miko" Ei comforted her familiar, her hands carressing Miko's waist.

You proceeded to rest your hands on either side of Miko's waist "Fucking god-" Miko's eyes were shut tight, holding her breath You felt your stomach flutter each time Miko gasped as she sank a little further down.

You watched intently as Miko took the last few centimeters, seeing the toy completely inside your hips now flush against each other. You rubbed soothing circles with your thumb into her hip. Miko's weight pressed the harness into your clit, you were a lot more sensitive than you thought. She took a minute to adjust to the size before trying to move.

"Take it slow," Ei was trying to soothe Miko from the pain of stretching around the strap with kisses across her shoulder and back.

Miko hissed back "I know" She started to grind against the strap and repeated again but softer "I-I know" You were resisting the urge to thrust up into her, but the friction of her grinding against you made it hard to resist.

As Miko started to rock her hips faster, it brought some relief to the throbbing ache in your clit and you started to breathe heavily in and out of your mouth. Miko's movements transitioned slowly from grinding to moving up and down your strap, her panting turning into lewd moans.

You didn't want to thrust into her and accidentally hurt her so you opted to beg instead. "Miko, please go faster" your voice was breathy.

Miko leaned her upper body forward, placing her hands on either side of your head on the pillow, supporting herself to stay upright. "God, you're so fucking needy" Her tone was condescending but her voice was shaky and filled with pleasure.

Miko started to bounce on the toy faster, and you groaned still wanting more friction against your core, the urge to move your hips in rhythm with hers was unbearable. So you just tightened the grip you had on her hips. You could feel the wetness of your pussy leaking down onto the sheets.

You kept flicking your eyes from Miko's blissed-out face to the wet, obscene sounds of her pussy getting fucked. When she was moving at a quick speed, you couldn't help but slam her hips down to the hilt of your strap. Ei reveled in watching her two needy playthings desperately seek out more pleasure

"Fuck-!" Miko cried out your name. "More" She choked out. You started to push your hips into her, hands still firmly holding Miko's waist. When Miko would slide down, you would thrust up into her roughly, you couldn't stop the sounds from your throat now.

"A-am I going too rough?" You asked tentatively.

Miko growled "No, shit- it's good" Her sentence was barely coherent, and she placed one of her palms against your chest harshly, the weight of her leaning on you was her way of showing she was still in control of you. "Now, shut it and keep going"

You and Miko were so absorbed in the pleasure of one another, that neither of you noticed when Ei got up from the bed to put on the other harness.

Miko closed her eyes "Baby, you're so good. So so good" she said as she approached her orgasm. You were ashamed to admit it but, you had the same tension built just from her riding you.

The pressure of her hand made it a tad hard to breathe "Ah-Miko- I think I'm close" Fucking your hips into Miko wasn't just about her pleasure anymore, you were selfishly doing anything that gave your sensitive bud more pleasure.

Miko's breathing and sounds became more inconsistent. You wanted her to look at you while she came "Wait, Miko, l-look at me," You tried to keep your pace so Miko could finish first, but every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, and with your clit throbbing, you could barely hold on.

She opened her eyes half-lidded. Her sharp nails dug into the pillow, and then she suddenly let out a sharp cry. Sobbing out your name over and over. You didn't last much longer, seconds after Miko tipped over the edge, you felt the heat in your body explode like a firework. The both of you were just whining and chanting the other's name.

Miko let herself fall forward your lips crashing together, moaning into your mouth as you both rode out together. Your orgasm lasted a little longer than normal, you were still bucking your hips into Miko after her orgasm had already ended. She pulled away from your lips "Wait calm down I'm sensitive!" She told you.

You finally rested your hips down against the bed, and Miko collapsed on top of you, strap still inside her. You wrapped your arms around Miko hugging her, your heart was still rapidly beating.

The bed dipped as Ei went to sit next to you both again, she was rubbing Miko's back "You are both so amusing when you're needy" Ei let you have a long moment to recuperate.

Miko sat up carefully, and slowly raised her hips up and off the toy, you were prideful when you saw the entire toy and the front of the harness drenched. Miko then moved to lie next to you, partially slumped against the headboard, after all, riding you tired her out a great deal.

You refocused your attention on Ei, who was now wearing the other strap she had put aside earlier. "Are you up for round two, baby? We don't need to if you're too tired already, but I'd like to give you attention too." You still felt the post-high throbbing in your legs and clit.

"No, no, I'm okay. I want to" You sat up and before you could start loosening the straps of the harness, Ei was already doing it for you, pulling it off you, and setting it aside.

"You're such a good pet, pleasing us" Ei loved to praise when she could. "Sweet puppy, was so patient waiting for your turn" You looked to the side timidly, and Ei placed her hand under your chin, making you look her in the eyes and repeated "You did so good" Her words made you putty in her hands.

"On all fours, over Miko" You moved, to the position Ei told you. Miko's legs separated your knees, and you put your forearms down against the bed.

"Hello, again little one" Miko had already regained her composure after riding you. You sunk your head down to give Miko a quick kiss. "Still need more hm, you're insatiable sometimes"

"I would've been okay with just pleasing you both. I have fun doing that too. And I did already come" You replied. You couldn't see, but you felt Ei shifting behind you.

Miko chuckled "How generous of you. So you call grinding into me wildly just for me?"

"I-" She got you there "It felt good"

Ei interrupted Miko's teasing "Do you need my fingers first?" She ran a finger through your slit, surprising you.

"No, I'm okay I think," You said weakly.

"Excited aren't you" Ei placed her hands on your hips and let the strap move through your wetness. The toy grazed over your clit and you let out a needy whine. Miko just smirked at your reactions, and you shut your eyes.

She positioned herself at the entrance of your cunt and Ei pushed the tip in slowly, and you breathed deeply. "Gentle please, I just came" Ei let a quiet laugh slip out, as she pushed deeper inside, feeling it stretching your walls.

When it pressed against your G-spot you gasped and followed it with a groan. By the time Ei was completely inside, you felt full. It wasn't the biggest thing you've taken, but it still made your arousal drip down your thighs. "Are you okay?" Initially, Ei was always careful when using the strap, and let you get used to it inside. But you just wanted her to start moving already.

"Yes" You replied, and Ei took this as her cue to move. She pulled back and pushed in slowly. Fuck, you asked for her to go gentle but now you just wanted her to take you. She continued pulling in and out at a slow and steady pace for a minute, and then you begged "Ei, faster" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Ei started to go faster for you, and your quiet sounds turned into loud moans filled with pleasure. Since your eyes were closed you didn't notice when Miko moved her hand until you felt her circle your clit. "Ah!" you cried, the sound seemed to echo through the room. You shot your eyes open to see Miko's devilish smirk under you.

You involuntarily moved your hips forward so Miko would press your clit harder, but Ei pulled your hips back "No moving little one". Miko smacked your clit lightly and you yelped, knowing that you would buck your hips once more. Ei slapped your ass making you yelp again, and pulled your hips back "I said stay still, baby"

You were stuck between wanting to push your hips back into Ei to make her go harder and wanting to grind against Miko's hand, but you tried your hardest to listen and not move. "Ha- harder" You begged again.

"Oh? I thought you said you wanted it gentle today" Ei put more power behind her movements, and your moans got higher and became more frequent. "Needy puppy, I guess it can't be helped." Every time the toy hit that spot inside you, every stroke against your clit sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. The closer you got to your second orgasm, the louder you were.

Miko taunted you "Try to quiet down little one, you don't want everyone to hear you" After saying that she rubbed your clit faster, in all honesty, part of Miko wanted you to embarrass yourself like that.

You let your upper half fall into Miko but kept your hips still, resting your head between the crook of Miko's neck, your back now arched. You pressed your mouth against her shoulder, trying to muffle your increasing volume. Miko took this opportunity to bite around the same spot she did earlier, but without breaking your skin open like last time.

Ei placed a hand in the middle of your arched back "Poor puppy, is it too much?" her tone wasn't remorseful at all, but the fake sympathy fueled the fire and you pushed your hips back into Ei, thankfully she allowed it, but she went ahead and started pounding your cunt harder.

Each sensation and each word said to tease you built that tension inside you, like a rubberband about to snap. You moved your head to uncover your mouth "Ah- shit, I-" You couldn't articulate a single sentence, let alone enunciate a word without a moan breaking it up.

"Pathetic pet can't speak, try again" Ei ridiculed.

You finally screamed out "Close!"

Ei stayed consistent with her movements, but the moment Miko thrummed her fingers faster against your clit, it sent you over the edge. In an instant, the heat in your core and stomach snapped, and white-hot pleasure coursed through your body like electricity. you balled your fists and your body shook as you screamed into Miko's shoulder.

Neither of them slowed their movements, trying to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. They only relented when you started to quiet down, once it was all over Miko withdrew her hand from your center.

Ei didn't move and she was still inside you "You okay there little one?" She heard a small 'Mhm' from you. "Okay then, I'm gonna pull out, alright?" You whined, the movement was overstimulating but Ei was just as gentle and careful pulling out as when she first entered you.

After Ei was completely out and moved away to take the harness off, you let the rest of your body collapse on Miko, your entire body pressed against her felt nice. Miko could feel the thumping of your heart "I can feel your heart racing out of your chest" She laughed a bit.

Your mind was hazy, but you could finally speak between deep breaths "I'm so tired"

Ei returned sitting on the left of Miko "I know, I know" Ei scratched gently behind your ear.

You lay there for a couple of minutes before your mind came back to you, "Oh my god, it's so hot" You finally acknowledged your body screaming to get cooled off and you rolled off Miko, laying next to her right on your back.

"I know, your body feels like a furnace" Miko complained and sat up and touched your forehead. You sluggishly moved to sit upright as well and stretched.

"Let's go rinse off together then" Ei suggested. You swung your legs off the bed, limbs feeling like jello, and followed Ei to the bathroom. Ei stripped off her t-shirt and underwear while Miko moved behind Ei to undo her braid.

You pulled the shower curtain open, stepped in, and then turned the knob of the shower, the cold water beating down against your skin and your head cooled you down quickly.

After a minute you turned the shower warmer for both of them and had already put soap in your hair. Miko stepped in, and Ei followed seconds after. You rinsed out the suds in your hair and shuffled past them so they could rinse off too. "It seems like I should get a bigger shower installed," Miko said facing toward the showerhead while washing up. "Perhaps, if you'd permit me to sell entrance tickets to the shrine, I could renovate"

"Honestly, Miko. You're still on about that?" Ei chided.

Miko then turned her back to the showerhead, letting the water wash out the soap. "It was merely a suggestion" You snickered at the conversation and chose to step out and then Miko stepped out with you. Ei took longer in the shower since her hair was so long.

Miko grabbed one of the towels on the counter and unfolded it. As you were about to grab one, Miko tossed the towel over your head and tousled your hair to dry it. "Hey! What're you doing?!"

"Drying you off, obviously"

The sound of the cloth rubbing against your ears wasn't really enjoyable "Miko, mind the ears!" Ei poked her head out of the shower to see what was going on and chuckled.

She pulled the towel off your head and your hair was all puffed up "All done" Miko had a cheeky grin and handed you the towel she used on you.

"Was that really necessary?" You grumbled and patted your body dry.

Miko took another towel and dried her hair, carefully avoiding her ears "I think so"

Ei shut off the shower and Miko handed her the last towel. You had wrapped the towel around your hips and fixed your hair with a comb in the mirror.

"What if I dry your hair off like that?" Ei asked and patted the middle of Miko's damp hair.

Miko turned on her heel and grabbed Ei's wrist. "Don't even think about it" - You all redressed in clean clothes, Ei and Miko were wearing just underwear and shirts, but you wore only your boxers, for you it was more comfortable to sleep that way.

"I'll be right back, I need to grab something before we sleep. Don't lay down yet" Miko told you before exiting the room, leaving the door open.

Ei took the pitcher of water you brought earlier and poured water into the cups, handing you one. "Thanks, Ei" You graciously took it and sat on the bed waiting for Miko to return.

"Did you enjoy everything we did tonight? I wasn't too rough with you, right?" Ei asked a bit sheepishly as she sat next to you.

You gave her a big grin "Of course I did Ei" You drank some water before talking again "I'd let you know if I didn't like anything," you paused again looking down into your cup. "Uh, you could be rougher if you wanted, I don't mind" You felt your face warm up saying that last part.

Ei noted out loud "I'll keep that in mind for next time then" and then drank her water too. "I'm just... troubled about the idea of hurting someone"

Miko walked back into the room holding a small jar. "Ei, there's a safeword for a reason" Apparently, Miko heard the last part of Ei's worrying from down the hall. "And before you ask, I have no complaints about tonight, have some more confidence in what you here" Ei nodded.

Miko stood directly in front of you and twisted the jar open. "What's that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, as she dipped her finger in the jar.

"It's just some ointment for your shoulder" Miko lightly applied the cream onto the bite mark. "This jar is for you to keep since you seem to always be scraped up somewhere"

"This one was your fault though" You kidded.

"Hmm, I remember you saying that you liked it" Miko shot back and leaned down to apply some more of the ointment onto the scrape you got earlier.

"Thanks for giving me that, I'll keep it in my bag. It's really sweet of you"

"Don't mention it" Miko twisted the cap back onto the jar and placed it near your stuff.

-

Ei got comfortable under the sheets first, Miko cozied up to Ei on her left, resting her head on Ei's chest and Ei wrapped her arm around Miko. You went to dim the lights, and then Ei lifted the covers for you to get in, then nuzzled your face into Ei's upper arm.

"Sleep well you two" Ei told you both softly

(y’all want a part two?)

[getasbf]

Stay | Emperor Geta x male!reader

@.smallratboy: ooo it would be so cute if you did a geta x servant reader where the servant like catches him mid-breakdown abt. being an emperor and like comforts him and they both lowkey fall in love!!

Pairing: Emperor Geta x male!servant!reader

Summary: Geta is tired, confused, fed up. The garden is his safe place and he discovers who is the reason why he loves the garden so much.

Notes: English is not my firts language. Slight angst (from Geta). Canon divergency. Not mentions of y/n's looks, but masc pronouns are used.

Word count: 1.3k

The empire was falling, or so Geta told himself, only to not accept the fact that he was the one who was falling into nothingness

The nights were dark, lonely. His thoughts were his greatest and worst company.

The cold of his chambers settled in and ran through every fiber of his body, making him feel uncomfortable, useless, a failure.

Power slowly eats away at him, he is completely aware of that. However, he knows how things are going, what he has done right and wrong, but he is not going to say it. Not out loud, it would be admitting that he is weak.

Memories of his father whip his mind, unpleasant words, beatings, screams. Everything travels like a memory from yesterday through his mind.

Unconsciously he ran his left hand over his other forearm, feeling the relief of a scar: the only one he has left from his father's abuse. It was not the last wound, but it was the worst he had. He remembers the dagger: fine silver cutting his skin, blood sliding over his young skin.

The headache was present. In the crown of his head he felt every beat of his heart. He felt his blood running through his body, his bones against his muscles, his muscles against his skin.

He hated the feeling of appearing so weak, he was not weak. There was no way on the planet that he was inferior, he was the vessel of the Gods, a gift that only a few had. He was unique, there was no one like him.

He went out to the royal garden, the times he went there were only when he felt like nothing made sense. It was his safe place.

A marble and travertine fountain was the main feature of the courtyard, the water falling slowly, not making enough noise to be annoying or uncomfortable.

The soft light of the candles made the moment feel intimate, just him and no one else. They gave a soft touch to the darkness that was looming over Rome at that time of night.

He glanced at the garden, closing his eyes as his breathing calmed down. But his thoughts ran through his head anxiously.

He walked to the back of the yard, a place no one ever visited. It was full of Adelphi and Lantanas. He didn't know who took care of this part of the garden, it was supposedly "dormant." But still someone planted flowers and took care of them, even he didn't want to admit it, the flowers are his favourite part of the garden.

He sat on the stone bench in the center of the garden. Surrounded by them.

Peace returned to him, though not for long. The anxiety didn't go away and a stomach ache along with a lump in his throat made him remember what he was doing there.

He wanted to scream, but he had to stay calm. He was still in the palace and the late hours of the night did not allow him to do what he wanted, although he hesitated for a moment, but he was able to resist the impulse.

The minutes passed and passed. Geta stared at a fixed point, absorbed in his thoughts. His mind was a battlefield, where the voices of the past and the present clashed without respite. He did not feel the footsteps approaching, nor the soft breeze that brought with it the scent of someone else. It was not until he heard the slight crunch of gravel under cautious feet that he woke up from his trance.

"My lord..."

The voice was low, respectful, but not fearful. Geta turned his head slightly, meeting him. It was one of his servants, a familiar face in the multitude of shadows that surrounded him daily. He did not know him well, he had never cared about it, but tonight, his presence seemed different.

The servant did not look away when he noticed Geta's tired face. He did not flee, he did not cower, he did not become invisible as others often did when the emperor was in one of his dark moods. Instead, he stepped forward, with studied restraint.

"Can't sleep?"

Geta let out a humorless laugh, bitter as the wine he had left untouched on his table that night.

"It seems that rest is a luxury even for the incarnate gods."

The servant did not respond immediately. He knew that any careless word could cost him his life, but he also understood that the man before him did not seek mere empty comfort. Then, with a softness that surprised them both, he said,

"Perhaps the gods need to be heard, too."

Geta looked at him, the sneer dying on his lips before it was uttered. That answer was not what he had expected. In the silence that followed, he felt something new: a sense of being seen. Not as an emperor, not as the son of a violent and ambitious lineage. Just seen.

“If you were looking to be alone, I can leave,” the servant offered in a neutral tone.

For a moment, Geta thought of nodding, of letting the loneliness continue to gnaw at his soul. But his lips formed another response before he could stop it.

“Stay.”

The servant obeyed, sitting on the floor at a safe distance, not challenging the emperor’s personal space. Time passed without any more words between them, only the sound of the water in the fountain and the night breeze stirring the flowers. But in that shared calm, Geta felt his chest lighten slightly, as if a part of the weight he had always carried became less unbearable.

And in the darkness of the garden, for the first time in a long time, the emperor did not feel completely alone.

The minutes continued to slip by, and Geta felt a strange tranquility in the presence of his servant. It was a new, unexpected sensation. Without thinking too much, he let his gaze wander towards him, detailing his posture, the way the moonlight outlined his face.

"Why do you take care of this garden?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

The servant took a while to answer, as if he were measuring his words.

"Because someone has to. It is a forgotten place, but it is still alive.”

The words resonated in Geta's chest in a way he could not explain. Something in that answer seemed eerily familiar, as if it were a reflection of himself.

"And you, my lord," the servant continued, "why do you come here?"

Geta looked away at the flowers, his expression hardening for a moment before softening.

"Because I feel forgotten too. But I am still here."

The servant nodded slightly, understanding beyond words. The wind blew again, ruffling Geta's hair and the servant's simple tunic. Without realizing it, the distance between them seemed to shorten, not only in space, but in something much deeper.

The silence returned, but it was not uncomfortable. Geta closed his eyes for a moment, his head heavy, the pressure in his chest not entirely easing. A slight dizziness forced him to bring a hand to his temple.

The servant noticed his discomfort, leaning slightly towards him.

“Are you alright, my lord?”

Geta pressed his lips together, unwilling to admit weakness, but the slight tremor in his hands betrayed him. He did not need to answer. Carefully, the servant moved closer, placing a firm, warm hand on his shoulder.

“Take a deep breath,” he suggested in a low tone. “Your body is exhausted.”

Geta reluctantly complied, letting out a shaky sigh. The other’s presence, his calm voice, gave him an anchor in the stormy tide of his mind.

“You should rest,” the servant insisted. “I can bring you something to help you sleep.”

Geta shook his head, but the gesture was more a reflex than true determination. Still, he allowed the servant to stay, his closeness easing the heaviness of the night.

“Just… stay a little longer,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

And the servant obeyed, no more questions, no more words. Just being there, being the anchor Geta didn’t even know he needed.

I can do part 2 if someone just asks me to!

[boobabietch]

Chapter VIII: “August 17, 2018. Blind Item #13” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: mention of a slightly not cool age gap relationship, Ireland

A/N: Okay, I'm not even gonna excuse myself. I know this chapter took way too long to be posted, but I promise you, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing with my life. I rewrote this chapter like 10,000 times, I swear. And honestly, it took a completely different direction than the one I had in my head, but I am really proud of this. And yeah, basically I wanted to give y'all guys some of Victoria's backstory, a little bit of her life, so y'all get to know her a little bit better. But I don't want to spoil anything, so just read. That's it. Per usual, English is not my first language so if you find something wrong tell me so I can change it ASAP. Likes, reblogs and comments(!!!) are highly welcomed, feel free to tell me or ask me anything my ask box is always open. My semester is finally done and I’ll try to be much more consistent, sorry for the long wait but without anything else to say, enjoy! Love, Sof :)

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I was a big baby.

22 inches

9 pounds

My poor mother’s vagina…

And the name I was given? Victoria Siobhan O’Hara.

Never really knew where Victoria came from, but I liked it. It’s better than Siobhan, nobody knows how to pronounce it right, my fucking name isn’t Zeeovan, or Zaiobhan, so don’t, just don’t.

I was born on August 30, 1994 in Cork, Ireland to an Irish dad and an American mom. Don’t ask me about life in Ireland cause I don’t know how life is there, we moved when I was three cause we had some issues (that’s a nice way of saying we where fucking broke and there was no way my parents could afford 4 kids in that country). Anyway we moved to Chicago when my dad got his immigrant visa approved.

My life has been good, about as good as it gets when you're living with three older brothers and you're a lesbian woman with an Irish father. But it was fine. I can’t complain.

I was 6 when I started playing basketball. It was an all boys team cause there weren’t enough girls to make a team just for us.

At 8 I had a spiderman themed birthday party. My parents thought it was because of my brothers’ influence but I don’t think so.

It was 2006 when I first saw She’s the Man with Amanda Bynes, and I got weirdly into Viola. My mom said Channing Tatum was hot and that’s why I kept watching it over and over. I said Viola was 'it for me' and my old man thought it was just because she was pretending to be a guy. But now I know, it was because I’ve always been into mascs.

My first kiss was gross, I was 13 and it was with a boy playing spin the bottle with an empty Fanta.

When I was 15 I saw Santana Lopez make out with a girl on TV and I realized I could actually get turned on the way my friends used to talk about when we saw Twilight and Edward started glowing.

Freshman year was when people started taking me seriously with basketball. I was already 5’11, and my dad kept muttering, “What the fuck do they feed kids in this country?” like I was being raised on radioactive cornflakes.

And that same year I met the love of my life, Maddison. She was two years older than me, but only a grade above me, played ball too, and smelled the baby lesbian energy on me the second she transferred to our high school.

She was my first everything. First kiss that didn’t make me wanna wipe my mouth after.

First slow dance in a dimly-lit gym that somehow felt like the center of the universe.

First time I said “I love you” and meant it like it was the only truth I’d ever known.

First time I understood what heartbreak might feel like if I ever lost her.

And, well. I did.

Not right away. We dated all through high school. Everyone called us “the basketball lesbians,” like it was some kind of sitcom. But we didn’t care. We were in it. The kind of in it that makes you write her last name after yours on notebooks. The kind of in it that makes you think you're gonna marry your high school girlfriend and live in a cute apartment with a crooked painting and a cat named after a WNBA legend.

When I got into USC, we promised we’d make it work. Long distance was gonna be rough, but we were tough. We’d made it through two seasons of high school drama, a concussion, and her getting benched during regionals. What was 300 miles gonna do to us?

Freshman year of college was actually... good. I mean, I was exhausted 24/7 and constantly sore and lowkey spiraling academically, but we were good. FaceTimes, late-night voice memos, and phone sex. She even visited once, and it felt like I could breathe again.

That summer before my sophomore year? Fuck, it was perfect. We stayed at her parents’ beach house for a week. I swear it felt like we were 16 again, only with less acne and way better sex. I kept thinking, we’re gonna be the rare ones. The ones that make it.

Sophomore year hit, and shit just shifted.

At first I thought it was just the season starting. We were both busy. But the texts got shorter. The calls less frequent. Something was off, but I didn’t want to admit it.

Then she called me.

Said she couldn’t do it anymore. That long distance wasn’t working. That it wasn’t fair to either of us. That she still loved me, but we were growing apart.

I cried. Like a lot. Like embarrassing amounts. I remember hanging up and just staring at the wall for maybe an hour straight.

But I got it. I mean, it sucked, but I got it.

Until a week later, one of our mutual friends texted me.

And I’ll never forget the screenshot.

“So excited to finally call you my girlfriend 💛”

Different girl. Different campus. A girl Maddison had apparently been dating for four fucking months while she was still telling me “I miss you, baby” on FaceTime and asking for pictures of my boobs on a daily basis.

It felt like someone had shoved their whole fist into my ribcage and yanked something out.

I spiraled. Not in the cute rom-com way. In the full-blown, destroy-everything-that-moves way.

A’ja had just gotten to USC. Freshman. Bright-eyed. Unaware that her sophomore teammate was about to go feral. She watched it happen in real time.

At first, it was just parties.

Then it was making out with strangers.

Then it was hooking up with strangers.

Then it was… well.

I was tired of being in love. I just wanted to feel nothing. So I fucked. A lot. Girls in my classes. Girls I met at parties. Girls who came to our games and looked at me funny.

Some nights I didn’t even remember their names. Didn’t care.

That went on until I graduated.

And when I got drafted, first pick, WNBA, I looked at myself in the mirror and said, You’re done. Grow the fuck up.

And I did. For a while. I stopped. I kept it clean. Focused. Celibate, even. Not in a religious way, just in a I’ve seen enough of the lesbian nightlife to last a lifetime way.

And then came Diana motherfucking Taurasi.

And you know what happened there.

But what happened after? I broke my own rule. One night with her flipped a switch I thought I’d permanently shut off. I started spiraling again, but cleaner this time. No drugs. No partying. Just… sex. A lot of it.

The thing about being 6’3”, hot, and very obviously gay in the WNBA? There is so much pussy. Like, unreal amounts.

And I took it. I took it all.

Not because I was trying to prove something. But because that one night with Diana woke up all the fear I’d buried. The fear of getting attached. The fear of being soft again. The fear of loving somebody enough to let them hurt me.

So I did what I do best.

Played ball.

And fucked.

And made sure no one ever got too close.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 17, 2018

Blind item #13:

This WNBA darling spent years building a squeaky-clean reputation, first pick, focused, polished, and celibate. But the past few weeks, this foreign born athlete has been making up for lost time. Word is, if you’re in her city and breathing, you might just get the invite. Friends say she’s in her second era, but this time, it’s private planes instead of frat basements.

Turns out a girl cannot be a fucking whore in peace anymore

Requests are Open!

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[luxiomahariel]

flag for people who reclaim "голубой"

this identity is exclusive to slavic queer people

голубой in its literal form means "light blue", but is often used as a pejorative or as slang to mean "queer men"

the top three stripes represent the literal meaning of the word and i also used shades of dark blue (синий) on the bottom (even though голубой only means light blue) to represent men and/or masculinity and all these different shades describe the different types of connections people can have to manhood and masculinity (like trans men, trans boys, transmasc people, nonbinary people who are sometimes men or masc, people who were amab/were raised like boys/men who still retain that as part of their identity, etc.)

the center stripe, which is a pastel rainbow that ranges from slightly pink-ish red on the left side to light blue on the right side, represents queerness and is inspired by gilbert bakers gay pride flag which once used to be specific to gay men but is now more of a symbol of the queer community as a whole : >

[jamethinks]

Hacks: Understanding Love

(unrevised rant lol)

I would like to preface this by saying I too am a Deborah and Ava shipper. I also understand the importance of explicit lesbian relationships in media and why we must fight to ensure that such representation is not lost to forced platonic interpretations. For a long time queer love has been masked as friendships to bypass censorship and discrimination. Having a successful show feature a prominent queer couple would be legendary and important. However, I would argue that it has already done that and so much more.

I will also make a few disclaimers here: i am on vacation so i am not interested in being full articulate; i am writing this from a queer theory standpoint not a personal stand point, this is an academic approach to analyzing the show; this is not as thoroughly researched as i would like it be. The aim of this post is not to dismiss Ava and Deborah as a ship but encourage a more dynamic understanding of representation and queer existence.

Recommended reading: The New Homonormativity by Lisa Duggan

The term queer originally meant unusual and was used to describe gay men and women as their lifestyles were seen as abnormal. Now it has been reclaimed as an umbrella term for anyone that does not ascribe to traditional notions of gender and sexuality. However, with the rise in liberal politics there seems to be disconnect on what traditional actually encompasses. Being queer is about more than being ftm/mtf/wlw/mlm. Queerness is dynamic. It is a spectrum of identities and lifestyles. It is an inherent rejection of social norms. This extends beyond seeking same sex relationships or transitioning to the "opposite" gender.

I bring up the concept of homonormativity because there seems to be this push or expectation that queer people will continue to model existing lifestyles just in a slightly different way. This includes things like monogamy, marriage, reproduction and the gender binary. That the only valid queer representation is when two people of the same sex with clearly defined gender roles (masc/femme, top/bottom, any sort of power dynamic to replicate the one b/w man and woman) that ends with them getting married and having kids. That trans people only want to transition to one specific gender and will follow a clear guideline on this process. This is not true and is in fact antithetical to the idea of queerness.

I say all that to say, platonic love is queer love. We live in a society that teaches us to center only our romantic partners in our lives and that valuing anyone else is odd and unusual. That we should aim to be wholly dedicated to one person for the rest of our lives. That the only real need we should aim for is romantic love. Rejecting that notion is not only transgressive but also queer. Choosing to center your career or friends or family or even yourself is queer.

This is especially true for women. As women we are expected to give ourselves to the men in our lives and exist solely as an accessory for them. Women that chose to focus on anything other marriage and childrearing are scorned until they. They are seen as failures and locked down on for not completely their feminine duties.

And I am not saying that anyone that doesn't follow the predefined social path is suddenly queer and should be allowed at pride and speak on all queer issues. I am simply highlighting the importance of other social transgressions that queer people engage beyond simply being trans or gay. Representation of people that chose to decenter romance in their lives is just as important as traditional love stories. The fact media and society still enforces this rigid process onto people is harmful and excludes many queer people from society.

Now to talk about Hacks. Hacks is a very queer story. It is a story about rejecting social norms and living your life according to your own desires, as flawed as they may be.

A major hinderance for Deborah was her queer lifestyle. She was a career driven woman is constantly punished for this fact. Her husband cheats on her. Her daughter resents her. She is seen as lonely and unfulfilled because rather than chasing marriage she chased her career. Now, Deborah isn't perfect. Her narcissism has done great damage to her ability to maintain healthy relationships and her cowardness has greatly hindered her career growth. But these are all flaws in Deborah as a person not a result of her refusal to seek a traditional picket fence life.

This is where Ava comes in. She is much like Deborah. She is not interested in marriage and kids, at least not at the moment. She is focused on her career and getting the career she dreamed of. We also see Ava punished for not seeking a traditional lifestyle, namely with her relationship with Ruby and the married couple. But again, Ava is a flawed person in the same way that Deborah is.

Throughout the show it is constantly emphasized that their similarity is what makes them such a good pair. They understand each other in a way that nobody else can. They understand what it means to be career driven, to be selfish, to be hurt, to be lonely in a way that cannot simply be filled by romance.

Ava is able to help Deborah grow because she understands Deborah and she understands what Deborah actually wants. She doesn't push Deborah to get married or go on dates to fix her problems. She encourages to write and develop her art into something more sophisticated. She encourages her to be more honest and open in her comedy and overcome her fear of intimacy. Not through her personal life but through her comedy. And in turn by opening up in her comedy she is able to open up to the people around her. Ava understands how Deborah thinks and helps her evolve in a way that is beneficial to her and not just society wants.

That is love. That is the kind of love we all deserve. This kind of love is not inherent to romantic relationships. Ava and Deborah's relationship is evidence that this kind of love, intimacy, understanding and unconditional support can be achieved with marriage or the goal of marriage. Hacks is queer because it focuses on the untraditional love between two women.

I see the kind of love I have with my mother in them. I love my mother and I would do the world for her. When I first saw hacks the first thing I did was call my mother because it felt so reflective of our relationship. GRANTED THERE ARE MANY PARTS THAT DO NO RESEMBLE OUR RELATIONSHIP IN ANY CAPACITY. But that sort of love and support is something I receive so consistently from my mother. I have seen my mother grow thanks to my encouragement and motivation. That kind of love is not inherently romantic and does not have to be.

I am not saying that wanting them to get married or have a romantic relationship is regressive. I also want them to date but that's not because of the show, it's cause i like shipping people and i think they're cute. I will also say that there is something valuable in representing an older woman finding and exploring her sexuality. Honestly, Deborah is just such a transgressive character on her own. I am just trying to provide more insight and understanding on what it means to be queer.

There is nothing I hate more than the idea that love can only be found through romantic love. I do not like seeing people analyze Deborah and Ava's relationship as inherently romantic because it invalidates the variety of experiences that queer people have. Decentering romance in your engagement of media can be such a liberating experience. Hacks has always been about rejecting the labels that have been assigned to you and living life on your own terms. The name itself is a reclamation of a term with a long misogynistic history. The story does not need to conclude with them running off into the sunset with wedding rings and a pregnant Ava to be queer. It already is in so many ways.

[randomness-in-motion]

Brain demanded I make a Rook that ends up falling for both Dellamorte's. So. My brain is now in overdrive trying to play with backstory. I have been told by my person yet again that I am a gremlin. 🙆

Name: Asrani Riann "Rook" de Riva - Asra for short, da'mi for chosen family

Age: 27 years old- Year of Birth - 9:25 Dragon, Bloomingtide

Lineage: Elven, Dalish Parents

Beliefs: Not religious

Personality: Sarcastic, Solitary, Anxious. Usually slow to anger now that he's older, but once there can detach to the point of viciousness- Always detaches for contracts.

Status: Mage, magic manifested just after his 5th. Somniari.

Specialization: Spellblade

Faction: Antivan Crow, came to the Crows; Dragon 9:31- Age 6 1/2

Sexuality: Panromantic with a preference for men. Demi-ace.

Gender: Gender-fluid

Gender Presentation: blend of Fem-Masc(amab)

Romantic Interest: Lucanis Dellamorte

Appearance:

Has his Fathers looks with his Mothers eyes and colouring(hair, skin tone).

Eyes: Center heterochromia- both eyes are Violet, but have blue blended in around the pupils.

Height: 171.45cm

Hair: Long, slightly wavy. White in colour. Usually worn loose. Uses hair serums/oils- tends to smell like coconut.

Tattoo(s): Crow on the back of their/his right ankle

Scars: A few blade scars scattered across his body. Scars on his back are from his father. One on his shoulder and one on his side is from a fellow crow; Enalia(a past situationship). Scars around his left wrist that resemble lightning.

Family: Mother(Aseri) died in childbirth. Father(Tarrin) abandoned him near an Antivan market.

Habits: Randomly hums when stressed, also sketches or bakes when stressed. Tends to speak only in Elven when angry or stressed.

Likes: Tea, hot or cold depending on the flavour- prefers their own personal blend. Spring & Fall Nights, Full Moons, The Dark.

Hates: Antaam, Venatori, Templars/The Chantry, Slavers, His father.

Fear(s): Lakes/Rivers/Streams/Oceans - Father nearly drown Asrani when he was a child

Elven is nearly all he spoke when he came to the Crows, arrived with three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and bruised head to toe.

Absolutely hates seduction contracts, stopped being sent on them in 9:48.

Regularly butts heads with Viago but hates disappointing him.

Satinalia 9:48 to Wintermarch 9:49- Short relationship with someone he met/worked with during a Satinalia Masquerade contract, only knew him as Rio. Doesn't know that Rio is actually Illario Dellamorte(masks and what not- will find out after Blood of Arlathan). If there were a song for Asrani and Illario when the unmasking comes, it would be- Eyelids by Paris Jackson and Andy Hull

No other relationships until Lucanis Dellamorte.

[stillaclownlol]

Lgbtqia+ hcs because I don't know if I'm gonna make it till June lmao (or, if I'm gonna live after it since I'm planning on wearing my flags In public 🤡)

Tw for csa mentions (because why don't I keep projecting huh)

Ashlyn Banner

-She/Her but in a "never thought about pronouns her entire life" kinda way. Doesn't mind they/them. She likes dressing masc/feeling masc, but doesn't really like being "perceived" as masc. Like...masc on her own time lmao. (I'm projecting so hard rn). "Gender neutral" kinda- like agender- but like in a "I don't care about my gender at all I just am more used to the gender they assigned me at birth"

-Demi rose 🌹 I'm also projecting here. Takes her a while to come into her feelings, but maybe that's the "never had friends ever" coming through.

Aiden Clark

-he/him but like he won't care if you use smth else for him lol. Cis gnc kinda guy eyyyyy (better in heels than ashlyn)

-unlabeled and that's how he likes it, nobody's business who he likes kissing lol. I feel like he's kissed a guy before just to try it. On the aro-allo spectrum ngl.

Ben Clark

-He/Him, is fine with They/Them. Honestly likes getting called She/Her too but she's been pretty shy about mentioning it :") Taylor likes doing her makeup if they're having a "femme-day". Settled on genderfluid/genderflux after a while.

-Greyromantic Caedsexual (Ace). Shane was part of a group of slightly older kids, and when he was getting bullied Shane and some other kids sexually assaulted him multiple times...technically was a queer assault since Ben was seen as a sissy because his personality and hobbies were "feminine", and this was to goad him into having a physical reaction :/

Taylor Hernández

(Ngl I'm so annoyed there's not more colors but whatever)

-She/Her and They/Them, identified as cis for a long time since it was what they knew, but once she learned more about it she experimented with her gender a lot more, they identified as non-binary for a while before moving to paragirl.

-Pan to aro/ace pipeline because I'm projecting :) she didn't really handle it well at the beginning, but Ben, Ash and Aiden are all also a-spec so she had a lot of support ^_^ They felt "invalid" because of the csa they went through when they were younger and they thought it was more like a trauma response than their actual sexuality. After talking with Ben about it tho she understood that even if they were related that didn't make her any less valid.

Tyler Hernández

-He/Him cis guy I'm sorry/lh

-was kinda annoying about queer people because actually being raised as a Catholic Mexican boy makes you kinda weird (IM SORRY THIS IS JUST FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE) BUT he gets better I promise

-Bisexual boyfailure and took him crushing on Logan to accept it 🤡

Logan Fields

-He/Him and a bit of a stickler about it because he gets misgendered rather frequently (less as he got older but still), doesn't mind getting called gendered terms tho (Taylor calls him "sis", and he calls himself an "Astrology girl")

-intersex, found out when he was 15ish since his puberty had been delayed, and he's really insecure about it...🙃 he was assigned male at birth so he wouldn't say he's trans, but his experiences overlap a fair bit. Takes testorone and medication because he has low electrolytes. I could write a whole essay here but I have to go soon 😭

-Gay :> He realized pretty quickly but he's intensely scared of people finding out, has only told his grandparents. They took it very well ^_^ His grandpa has some gay friends so sometimes Logan goes to the senior center to talk with them about stuff :)

[infiniteglitterfall]

This video articulates many things that I've thought. Some of which I've thought and written about since the late 90s, and some of which I didn't know we could say aloud yet.

The only thing I would disagree with is the bit where the opposite of someone slightly masc of center is someone slightly femme of center.

I do know how mirror symmetry works, but I strongly feel that the opposite should be someone just a tiny bit off from high femme. Opposite in both which side they're on, and how far they are from the center. Which is basically what the axial version shown next says to me.

The thing that I really like about this video, besides that it's funny, is that it supports my theory that GENDER IS REALLY JUST VIBES.

And, by extension, in a framework where sexual orientation is based on gender, sexual orientation is also really just vibes.

[l0verb0t]

jason todd × masc/male reader. | aftermath loving.

SUMMARY: a fic about Jason getting bombarded with affection by his boyfriend after a mission. WARNINGs: physical contact, slightly suggestive, && the f slur used once. WORD COUNT: 800+ NOTEs: second person && no plot. this insert is more of a tease, and nonchalant personality wise. [no terms or pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader, but they are gay.]

Every damn day was hell for him out there. Another lick of a chance, and Jason was just barely able to get out of another shitstorm he tried to help with. He was sporting enough bruises that almost his entire body had this burning sensation running underneath the skin.

Still, whatever he was dealing with when he did get back seemed just about as worse.

If he needed to describe you in one word, it would be annoying. The word everything came in second place. How in the hell you two ended up on the same ship was beyond him.

There you were, straddling his lap as you peppered kisses along the scarred skin running up to his neck, and if anyone saw him, he'd probably have shot himself right then and there.

He should've pushed you off when he had the chance; it wasn't like you were going to fall back on anything but the bed, and yet.

If he had to describe himself in the moment, the word hopeless would be an understatement. He just had to hope you wouldn't squirm too much while pressed against his skin.

The groan that managed to slip past made the cramped feeling building up in your neck all the more worth it.

"You good there, buddy?"

And that voice. Sometimes he wanted to push you down and muffle you into the sheets, but then he had to mentally hit himself before his mind could drift in a much different direction.

"Don't call me buddy."

Hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place; fingers dug into them in case you got any bright ideas. Still, it didn't help with how close you were.

"Are you telling me we're not the best of pals?" You asked, and Jason had to pretend it wasn't one of the stupider things he'd heard that day.

He pushed against the bed, sliding over the fabric until he was stuck in an awkward position where his neck was bent forward as he looked up at you. He lied on his back while you were pushed forward into his stomach.

"Not even close."

And as if to make everything worse, you leaned down to his level and adjusted your own position so you were lying on him, elbows propped up on either side of his head as you continued like nothing.

"You're real touchy with your non-pals, then."

He couldn't get out his own reply fast enough for his liking: "I'm touchy?"

"Well, right now, at least. You usually aren't, though."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." His rib cage felt like it was trying to suffocate his own heavy, beating heart the moment one of your hands started tracing right down the center of his chest. "You're so repressed, you'd make your old man jealous."

Jason grabbed that hand and held it there against him, making sure you couldn't continue whatever that was before he felt sure enough that his voice wouldn't break. "Thanks."

From there, his other arm wrapped around your back and pulled you down against him. Your head was buried into the side of his neck, and a part of him wanted to hold you there only so you couldn't keep messing with him.

Of course, he couldn't get what he wanted with his luck.

Your lips pressed up to the skin of his neck, and words spoke in a muffled way as you shifted downward.

"You're perfect."

He could barely even tell that the snort that rang out came from himself; the sound quiet before he smiled.

"Yeah?"

With an inhale, you continued, "We're perfect."

His head lied back against the headboard, too tired to keep it up anymore, even to look back at you.

He sighed. "Egotistical much?"

The way your arms grew tighter around him made it all the more worth it to him.

"Perfect match."

A hand rolled down your back, creasing the folds so he could rub the muscles underneath. The bones in his hand popped as he cracked his knuckles, trying to relieve himself of some of the aching tension building underneath.

Sometimes he'd rather die than let himself look soft, but that didn't change the fact was as large as his heart. He'd already given too much to people who didn't care enough in his eyes, and even if you were supposed to be different, he couldn't help putting up an act.

And so he scoffed, "Sure, we are."

Like it didn't deter you, you resumed, and from there, he just had to keep himself quiet so you couldn't hear how breathy he was getting.

"You and I? Two peas in a pod."

He clicked his tongue and then just rested his head over yours. "Sure."

"Two fags on an ashtray."

That was enough to get a laugh out of him.

"Yeah, okay."

After shifting around in place for awhile, he made it so his neck didn't feel like it was going to snap, lying back on the bed itself. He wrapped both his arms around you in turn.

"Just go to sleep, babe."

[variousqueerthings]

we have always been here: documentaries about trans people

documentaries about trans people, starting in the year 1953. I don't speak to filmic quality or whether or not something is problematic, what matters here is simply the testimony and the stamp of existence (including in those where the subject matter is spoken about, rather than getting to speak for themselves)

(I haven't seen every one of these yet, so some of them have slightly shorter texts to go along with them)

while (as you'll see) most of these are US-based movies, they are from all over the world. I'd be curious about whether there are any focused specifically on the intersection of transness and disability, I don't personally know of any, although of many speak to issues with access to healthcare (for example southern comfort)

all the ones that have links connected to them are watchable for free

some of these can be watched for free on the archive, youtube, vimeo, many could do with a few coins thrown their way: many of the movies, for example the the aggressives can be rented on vimeo, transgender tuesdays is free on youtube but accepting donations for trans women of colour, lotus sports club is doing festivals currently and is accepting donations to support the team and the vulnerable trans (now men) who have had to leave it to find work, call her ganda is accepting donations to support the family's legal costs in bringing justice for their daughter

remember, finding the stories that have been graciously shared is one thing, supporting our community is the next step

glen or glenda (1953): the first known movie about trans people, a mixed-media semi-fictional account (US)

the queen (1968) (US): following drag-queens at a national beauty pageant two years before stonewall, including footage of crystal labeija (US)

change of sex (1979-1999): a five-part series following trans woman julia grant as she tries to access gender affirming care via the gender identity clinic (UK - available on BBC iplayer)

paris is burning (1990): documenting queer people in the ballroom scene, community, competition, and challenges (US)

shinjuku boys (1995): following five young men who work at onabe bars, which cater to women, as they try to make ends meet (Japan)

transexual menace (1996): snapshots of the melting pot of trans life in new york, from famous faces, to protest, including several immigrants to america from columbia, west africa, japan, hawaii, and germany (Germany/US)

you don't know dick: courageous hearts of transsexual men (1997): about several trans men in different walks of life, who chat about their experiences, politics, and history (US)

the brandon teena story (1998): a documentation about the murder of brandon teena, using testimonies from the people involved (US)

southern comfort (2001): follows robert eads in the final year of his life, before he died of initially treatable ovarian cancer (US)

superstar in a housedress: the life and legend of jackie curtis (2004): a portrait of jackie curtis, one of the earliest punk pioneers, by (mainly cis) people who knew her (US)

screaming queens: the riot at compton’s cafeteria (2005): a rare documentary of the time featuring the voices of trans activists, about the pre-stonewall compton's cafeteria riot (US)

beautiful darling (2005): a portrait of candy darling (one of the trans woman superstars of the 60s) from the perspective of the (mainly cis) people who knew her (US)

the aggressives (2005): centered on black studs, mascs, and trans men, and more, exploring the term "aggressives," race and gender, filmed over five years (US)

Jayne County: man enough to be a woman (2005): a performance by veteran punk musician Jayne County and her band (UK/US) (excerpt)

beautiful daughters (2006): following a group of trans women who performed the vagina monologues in 2005 (US)

still black: a portrait of black transmen (2008): a series of interviews following black trans men speaking about their lives, careers, race, and gender (US)

the advocate for fagdom (2011): a series of political testimonies by queer activists, including the punk musician vaginal davis (US)

she said boom: the story of fifth column (2012): a documentary about seminal 1980s queercore punkband fifth column (Canada)

TRANS (2012): following a series of trans people at varying places in their transition, and the people around them (US)

hide & seek (2013): a group of trans people in pakistan speak about their experiences with the language they have access to (Pakistan)

before the last curtain falls (2014): transexuals and drag queens in their 60s-70s touring a show called "gardenias" (Germany)

mala mala (2014): following a number of trans people in puerto rico from all walks of life (Puerto Rico)

queercore: how to punk a revolution (2017): a primer to the history of queercore with interviews of some of the people who created the scene (US)

laerte-se (2017): a portrait of the underrated visual artist laerte (Brazil)

a year in transition (2018): 20 year old arab-american trans man documents one year of going on hormones (US)

call her ganda (2018): the story about the murder of a trans filipino woman named ganda by a us marine and the repercussions (Philippines)

indianara (2019): indianara is an activist fighting for trans survival and rights in brazil (Brazil)

disclosure (2020): going through a history of trans representation in the media (US)

transgender tuesdays (2020): featuring trans people talking about a groundbreaking gender-affirming clinic that opened in the 90s in the san franciscan tenderloin district (US)

prayers for sweet waters (2021): three trans sex-workers who live in cape town discuss their experience during covid (South Africa)

the end of wonderland (2021): follows erotic photographer tara emory as she goes through changes in her life (US)

travesía travesti (2021): the last performance of a cabaret during the chilean revolt of 2019 (Chile)

casa susanna (2022): documentary about the 50s summer retreat for male crossdressers and trans women (US)

la vida es un carnaval (2022): in a rural town, a group of trans women plan the first gay pride during its annual carnival and a bunch of scar tissue comes up (Mexico)

this is not me (2022): two young transmen in iran with supportive families share their daily lives (Iran)

lotus sports club (2022): a football club in cambodia run by trans man pa vann and a safe space for trans boys and lesbians (Cambodia)

nel mio nome (2022): four italian transmen share their thoughts, experiences, and identities (Italy)

the dads (2023): a group of dads of trans kids meet with the father of matthew shepard for a fishing trip (US)

kokomo city (2023): intra-community, celebratory documentary centering black trans sex-workers in america (US)

[peacefield-ministry]

Ghoul Paganism

Follow a Wheel of the Year type calendar, observing the Solstices and Equinoxes and the cross-Quarter days between (see Sabbat Ghouls)

Honoring a polarity of Divine power, specifically Therion (the Beast) and Babalon (Mother of Abominations)

Each individual also having patron/tutelery Deities specific to their Element and interests

The Ghulehs hold ritual orgies every Full Moon. Transfem and other fem-identifying Ghouls (gn) most welcome

Masc-presenting Ghouls have their group orgy when the Zodiac sign changes. The Element of the incoming Sign "leads" said orgy (Air for Aquarius/Gemini/Libra, Fire for Aries/Leo/Sagittarius, Water for Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio, Earth for Taurus/Virgo/Capricorn). Quints are viewed as leaders in mundane life, so in spiritual pursuits, they get a bit of a break

╰┈➤ If the boys' orgy coincides with a New Moon, the Hybrids (two Element) and Multis (two or more Elements but one must be Quint) lead it. If on a Full Moon, that's when the Quints take the lead

Ghouls reverse where Earth and Spirit (Quintessence) usually fall; Quint is North, as in the North Star, and Earth is center, as in Centering and Grouding, the altar being placed in the center

Ghouls cast circles for their ceremonies, but each Element does it slightly differently. They begin casting in the direction of their Element (Air in the East, Fire in the South, Water in the West, Quint in the North). Earth Ghouls stand at the altar in the center, and push the energy outwards towards the borders of the space in an expanding sphere, reflecting the shape of the planet itself. Multi/Hybrid starting direction for circle casting depends on the dominant Element. If a Ghoul has a balance of Elements, it's determined by the purpose of the ritual and/or whatever the Ghoul(s) involved feel is appropriate

Sentry Ghouls stand in the compass directions during formal rituals. They are Psyche in the East, Venus in the South, Tellus in the West, and Pyxis in the North. Reasoning for these placements is below the cut

Tellus is named with a word that means Earth, and he was the first Sentry Ghoul to be summoned. We initially had him in the North, but his placent needed to change as our lore developed.

Greek philosophers have linked the soul, or psyche, to the Element of Air. So the second Sentry, named Psyche, was placed in the East. In some Pagan practices, Air is also the second Element called in ritual.

Venus was the third to be summoned. The planet Venus is also called the Morning Star, a name further associated with Lucifer. If we accept the Pit is analogous to common ideas about Hell, that is a place of fire. But even if we reject that imagery, as North can be above, like the North Star, South can be below, as the Earth's fiery core. So Venus is representative of Fire and South.

Many aspects of Pyxis' namesake tie him to ships and wayfaring, which initially placed him with Water in the West. But that method of navigation relies heavily on the stars, especially in relation to Polaris, so he is more appropriately in the North representing Quintessence. Additionally, he is non-verbal, and in some Pagan traditions, North bears the Power of Silence.

And that leaves us only with West. Tellus is a-spec, so his bond with his mate is far more emotional than physical. So Emotional West is more fitting for him than (traditionally) Physical North.

These placements put Tellus and Psyche across from each other, with Venus and Pyxis both between them. Tellus and Psyche were the parental figures among the Sentries, and these positions allow them to still have contact with and access to the younger Ghouls placed in their charge.

Additionally, the classical polarity associations are flipped; Air and Fire are usually considered masculine, and Water and Earth, feminine. With Ghulehs in the East and South, and Ghouls (m) in the West and North, it creates further balance and potency (like connecting the positive and negative nodes on a battery to the proper receptors).

[faggy-gothmother]

why i go out and rave so often.

i walk into a packed bar thats somewhere between a dive and nightclub. the music and dim lights invite me in, pulling me into the rave's embrace like im reuniting with a lover.

i get my first drink and stare into the bar's mirror. so many beautiful people around me. they're swaying and bouncing to a pounding kick, fluttering high hats and an insistent, abrasive acid synth.

i find myself in the mirror. i am the product of 3 hours of makeup, outfit planning, and anxious scurrying around, searching for my pearl necklace and fishnet arm warmers. i'm smiling now, already promising myself i'll stay til they turn the overhead lights on.

and it's not just the mirror that reflects me. i see myself in the goths who hang awkwardly on a wall, passing a weed pen between them. i see myself in the glitter gays who twerk on each other on the dance floor, front and center, stirred on by the whoops and cheers of their slightly more self-conscious friends. i laugh. i fucking love trans people.

we outnumber the cishets here, about 2 to 1. theres tboys here, with their oversized shirts and lip rings and bottles of cheap, but not too cheap, beer. gross, but kinda hot as all things masc are.

theres nonbinary folks here, with their elaborate outfits, bras around their chests, ties around their necks, and laughter around their eyes.

and of course, theres us, the dolls. the women here are breathtaking. tall, regal, otherworldly. or rather, this is their world, and everyone else is otherworldly.

its is my world too, and, gin and tonic aquired, i fall head first into it.

there are so many beautiful people around me, and to my own dysphoria and imposter syndrome-ridden brain's surprise, i fit right in. i get called gorgeous by perhaps the most stunningly attractive person ive ever seen. what the fuck.

i spy a friend of mine, well, not really a friend, just a girl i dance with. shes got another tgirl on a leash. fuck yeah. the leashed girl stares at me until i stare back. shes pretty... shit, shes really pretty. im still bouncing to the rhythm and staring at her when she whispers something to her dom. she heads my way. shes definitely been on hrt longer than me. her breasts are cute and full, jiggling as she walks. holy fuck.

she offers me poppers. i accept and let her hold the bottle to my nose. i want to impress her, so i inhale as deep as i can, maintaining eye contact. the high sets in after a single beat, and im washed up onto amyl nitrite's warm, soft beach, staring out at a transexual ocean.

the girl puts her hand gently on my shoulder. i slip closer to her so she knows its a yes, fuck yes.

our lips lock, and a breath later, our tongues taste each other.

i go to queer raves bcs there are people there i want to kiss. there are people there who want to kiss me. i must, then, be beautiful. a real rave girl, the object of other rave girls' attention. anywhere else this feels violating. here, it feels incredible. and for 4 hours, from 10pm to 2am, a couple saturdays a month, i am sane, real, and beautiful.

[brandogenius]

Person A helping person B have fun at a party. with person a being julien and person b being grumpy!masc!reader!!

AHHH!!! i love this so much!

‼️RPF‼️

PROMPT - julien x masc grumpy reader at a party

- the after party for the grammy awards was something you aren’t to big about. a perfect night for you was staying at home watching tv and drinking some vodka or red wine.

- instead you’re sat on top of a bar stool in the corner of the room with a scowl on your face. the music was too loud. the lights were too bright. sweaty bodies were everywhere. a sensory overload

- you kept your eye on julien and the boys in the center of the dance floor. the trio dancing together to whatever latest pop song was trending at the top over the speakers

- it was a little amusing to watch the boys fully jam out on the dance floor. you weren’t really sure if they were aware if they knew how many people were around them. you couldn’t contain the chuckle escaping your lips as you grinned behind your glass of water

- “is that a rare smile i see?” the voice of lucy grew closer as you looked up raising an eyebrow. “me smiling? absolutely not. i want to get out of this place as soon as possible”

- jb grabbing your hands with a grin “oh come on- lighten up!” you just gave another sigh

- “don’t be a party pooper” phoebe yelling making you shake your head with an amused smile. before you could say anything else you try reach for your glass of water but lucy takes it away. giving julien the perfect chance to drag you out into the dance floor

- you felt a bit awkward. you don’t dance- it’s not that you can’t you just don’t know how to move your body. it was stiff and awkward. julien had her hands in your hips as she looked up at you with a raised eyebrow “are you gonna stand there and look pretty or are you gonna dance?”

- “you know i don’t dance. can i go back to my seat now?” you saw the rest of the boys walk over to join you and jb. forming a small little circle in the middle of the dance floor consisting of you, jb, pb and lucy.

- “you know. you’re an honorary member of the boys. it’s a requirement to come dance with us at every after party we attend”

- “i’d rather gauge my eyeballs out than be in the center of attention on the dance floor”

- you weren’t one to drink. opting to be the designated driver home you’d rather stay sober.

- for the sake of your girlfriend you ended up loosening up a tiny bit. swaying slightly to the music.

- a party for you was a small get together with close friends playing games singing karaoke in the comfort of your own home.

- but you’d give up a bit of your pride to have some fun with julien and to make her laugh any day