#stop being respectul about it

[silverechosandblankmasks]

Idk if asking people who still have subs to former DSMP CC's to (RESPECTFULLY) ask if they have previous versions of the DSMP server they can drop is too far so I have been BARELY resist doing it (AND THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION TO DO SO) but fuck there are so Many versions I want so bad cries

Which includes but is not limited to;

Pre-Dream Breakout

Pre-Micheal Kidnapping for my health and wellbeing

Pre-Doomsday

I cant rember when but before Pogtopia was button pranked

Id like to see both Og L'manburg in her prime and Manurg too actually

uhhh idk any others but im sure there are more important moments im just aaaaaa

[landograndprix]

can i said something? (and I don't want to start a drama or big discussion) Max V's comment about how a lot of girls are supporting Lando annoyed me. And Lando's reaction annoyed me too. He's not wrong. In fact, a lot of girls are supporting Lando. And Lando is aware of that too. But for me it was uncessary to point this out. I'm tired of the "You like the drivers only because he's hot". No matter how you started to like formula one or the driver...as long as you remain supportive and respectful and that you know your freaking limits (drivers stay humans and no, being rudes to every female they're related with is not respectul). And for me, the fact that Max commented on how the Lando community had a lot of women was unnecessary. I felt like it really gave a bad picture of being a fan of formula one and being a girl. It gives a fucking generality that i don't like : every girl in the same back of being a "lando girlie" because he's cute/hot/pookie dookie/whatever people find him. So yeah, sorry, it was unnecessary. I'm just tired and annoyed. sorry. i will stop there.

I get where you're coming from but they're right tough, no? I think everyone and their mothers know lando's fanbase is mainly girls, max knows, lando himself is very much aware of it and again, I get where you're coming from and I guess they could've not said anything at all but to me it was just 2 dudes joking around without any ill intent. also that being said, I take everything these men say with a shit ton of salt because at the end of the day they're men with big red flags in their hands 💀

[princeblack]

he laughs at her words, already easing up in her presence. she’s likeable too, on top of being the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. he wonders what it would have been like, if he was set up with someone like salem and not daphne; someone he at least enjoyed talking to, at the very least. “i haven’t watched that movie, but no, jesus doesn’t work like an urban legend. you would think so, considering what catholic mass looks like.” he pauses thoughtfully. “our priest might be able to pass as slenderman, in the right lighting.”

she seems like she’s flirting with him, which makes his heart race, trying to focus on the road. “you looked up the meaning of my name?” he asks softly, a little surprised. he didn’t realize her interest ran that deep. “my father gave it to me… it’s a family thing. we’ve always had celestial names.” he can’t help but feel lighter, knowing that she finds him attractive. she’s looking at him now, her eyes moving over his body and distracting him even more. he knows it’s wrong to think about this, and in a way he’s already unfaithful because he definitely wants salem to touch him again. “i would say the same about how you dressed, but you’re always beautiful,” he says honestly, ignoring that guilt. it’s just the truth, isn’t it? that she’s perfect to look at and he likes to look at her, even if he’s not checking out her body and it’s just her pretty face. besides, he’s just complimenting her back, right?

he knows immediately that he’s trying to make excuses for himself, because when she turns her body towards him his green eyes stray over to her again, looking at her perfect curves and all of that skin exposed in her tight little outfit. he almost doesn’t hear her words because he’s so hard, already aching for her and he’s only just looking. there’s something sexy about her confidence, so different from anyone he’s ever met. he’s unable to stop glancing over at her, especially when she runs her fingers across her tits, smoothing the tight fabric of her top. it draws his attention to her nipples poking through, making him salivate because he’s picturing what they look like outside of the top. he flushes, knowing she can probably see his erection because he hasn’t been able to adjust himself, his hands on the wheel. her commentary about god’s flood is amusing, even if it isn’t relevant. “yeah, that’s now how it works…” there’s a resigned tone to his voice, as if he fully realizes how ridiculous abstienence seems to people who aren’t raised catholic.

“i don’t know if you want to hear about these particular sins,” he replies when she offers to listen, wondering if she would feel objectified or think of him differently because of the thoughts he’s had about her. it wouldn’t be respectul of him to share them, would it? not just to salem, but to daphne, too. but he already feels like he’s cheated, with his dick so hard that it’s already throbbing for her, and he almost went off the road on a bend because he was looking at her perfect cleavage. he can’t get it out of his head how sexy she looked with her fingers dragging down her top, touching her own tits like she wanted him to look.

she explains her confidence and he listens intently, both because he finds her genuinely interesting and because he thinks she’s right. there’s no reason why she shouldn’t be proud of her beautiful body– shouldn’t they all be appreciating the positives about themselves and other people? why was it wrong for him to admire her? but he knows it goes deeper than that, from both his relationship to the complicated way that sin works. all he knows is he wants her and he can’t deny it; not anymore. she looks too perfect, sitting in the seat next to him and calling him sexy. her compliment makes his heart race, a faint smile tugging on his lips. he’s never felt like this before– this electric feeling, like if she touched him he would die because it was too intense to handle. he glances down at her breasts again, a small shiver passing through his frame. it feels different now, because she said she likes him looking. she even said he can do more than look, which makes his mouth water again. “will you let me touch them?” he speaks quietly, not even recognizing himself as he asks. “c-can i see them?” he already has a fantasy in his head of what it would be like if she pulled her top down now. he wonders how beautiful they are, and how good he would feel just looking at them.

her question about daphne is a little sobering, puling him out of his fantasy where he gets to see her perfect chest right here in his car. daphne feels far away now, lost behind the passion and lust he has for salem, wanting her so much that he’s aching. “because i wanted to see you instead,” he admits quietly, green eyes looking her up and down.

her hand is on his thigh and it’s hard to breathe, a shaky sigh leaving him as he looks down at her perfect fingers. she confesses she’s sober but he doesn’t care; he just wants her, and his nerves are on fire because she’s touching him at all. she calls him a sweetheart again, making his breathing change, so turned on that he didn’t know it was possible to feel this way. but then she says that it should be a sin daphne isn’begging for him and he has to make an effort not to take his focus completely off the road, his heart leaping in his chest. “you would beg for me?” he asks softly, trying to picture what that would sound like. 

he’s so horny that it feels like he could cum without being touched at this point, a flush in his body as he tries to answer her next question. he’s seen porn before, but he went to confession and never watched it again, trying his best not to think of what he’d seen and how he wonders what it feels like. but he’s thought about it again recently, wondering what it would feel like with someone as pretty as salem. “a few times… more often now, since you moved here,” he admits, voice thick with desire, unable to stop the words from leaving his mouth.

she liked him, not just for his looks or his humor and kindness but she likes that there was a bit of darkness behind his forest colored eyes. like he wasn't as deep into it as the rest of them, he wanted to be a good boy sure but what he needed was someone to tap into his deeper desires and release that darkness. she snorts at his comments, telling her she could've just said the word and she shrugs a bit. "sorry, didn't know if using the word sex would summon jesus like saying beetlejuice three times." she realizes he probably doesn't get the reference, considering everything is demonic, including her according to the whispers she's heard. "devils tango is awful..." buts she laughs at his joke anyway, smiling brightly.

she wonders if he likes it when she touches him there, he hasn't asked her to stop if anything he acts as though he likes it feeling his body tense just as she pulls away. biting down on her lower lip to eye the boy next to her. he's dressed pretty cute for someone just doing a DD pickup but she appreciates the view. "yeah I do..." she says almost entranced by his beauty. "I guess that's because you live up to your name, gotta be the sweet prince there to rescue me, bringing me water and even dressing up all cutely so I have something good to look at." she checks him out once more.

salem was more than okay with having him look at her, but she also understands that he's probably got the mindset this kind of thing is wrong, so she tries her body towards him a little. "I mean I never said I had an issue with you looking, besides you've been looking before and god hasn't started a flood or whatever yet so I think it's more than okay..." she hums. "plus I have really great tits especially in this top..." her words come out in a purr, kind of sliding her fingers against the top, her nipples hard because it was cold out. "why don't you confess your sins to me instead? I've been told I'm a good listener."

"who said I had an issue with you looking?" she raises a brow. "I'm not ashamed of the way I look or the attention I get especially if it's the attention of someone as sexy as you church boy...you can do more than look if you wanted to, I don't think sky man can see through cars." she jokes, rolling her eyes a bit. "but in all seriousness you don't have to feel bad, I like it when you look and like, half the adults in your life are lying to you about the whole sex thing anyway, they probably all did it."

she knows daphne is probably still sending texts, panicked over the fact her boyfriend isn't texting her back and hoping it's an emergency and big the fact he's just ignoring her for someone like salem but if he was so worried why hadn't he figured out she had his phone yet? so distracted by the fun they were already having together because it was easy to talk to one another, it was comfortable. "and why weren't you feeling it?" she asks a bit genuine actually because she does care about his feelings even if it was also because she wanted to see if he would admit to anything he maybe shouldn't. she smirks a little at his next answer though. "I guess I should confess something too...I'm sober right now." at least mostly, she had a mild buzz but it didn't count. "In fact I had to tell pansy to go home with blaise because I was hoping you'd come rescue me instead, which you did cause you're a sweetheart prince who deserves to be treated much better than what your girlfriend or this silly religion has been giving you." she leans in again, hand going to his thigh. "it should be a sin that your little girlfriend isn't begging for it by now, god doesn't make things that pretty to go untouched you know?" her eyes are dark with lust as is her voice. "have you ever thought about it? you know having sex with someone?"

[cowboyjen68]

jen, I’m in a similar place as the last anon

I live in a smallish town (~50k) in a deeply red state and it’s slowly killing me except I KNOW I’ll also be miserable in a large city… do you have any advice? There’s practically no queer community here and every time there’s a pride event im scared something is going to happen

My suggestion is to look for rural suburban areas. They are not quite the subdivisions of a big city but also not so isolated that you can't drive to a populated area for a job. Most of the people living in such places will work in the big city and commute home for quite.

It still takes things like a driver's license and a car, a job that will make it worth a commute and other resources that you might not need in a congested area.

It is very possible to share a rural home with several other people. Sharing a communal acrage has the benefits of help if you need it being built right in, shared expenses and more hands can keep up a larger property.

There are women's lands and LGBT commumal living spaces around the USA and in some other counties. Each has their own draw back and their own positives so you have to look carefully at what would fit of you.

Farm houses in the midwest often do come up for rent as elderly people move to town and the children are already established elsewhere. My guess is that happens in other agricultural areas.

College towns (Iowa City is about 70K) can be much safer places for LGBT people. Even in Red states. Iowa is purpleish. We have a Republican Governor but can't make our minds up on Senate and House so it is usually mixed. But College towns can be pricey too.

About Pride and gay bars and other LGBT spaces. Don't let fear stop you. Yes there is always the chance some nut is going to show up to hurt people. BUT statistically it is not as common as you think. Going anywhere there is a large gathering (Wal Mart, Sporting events, County Fairs) can be risky. People with the idea to harm or kill others will seek out a dense population. Our media is all about politicizing the LGBT+ right now. News Coverage is good but it goes beyond reporting what happened in a respectul manner into sensationalizing, making assumptions and stroking fear.

As I have said before. DO not give them our spaces. DO NOT stop gathering with those who are like you. DO not isolate from others who share your experiences. THAT is the most dangerous thing we can do.

[gangrenados]

Dick and Jason dating a latina

@lovelyartemisa: Headcanons with Dick and Jason with a Latina girlfriend (not the latina stereotypes, todas lo odiamos)

This was much harder to write than I thought!

Okay, so as we know latino is an ethnicity, not a race and therefore is not so easy to resume since there's a lot of different cultures. That's why I'm gonna focus on a hispanic latina, also I will just focus on the general things here??

I might use some things from my country, like slangs cuz that are the things I'm more familiarized with.

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•This two had dated people from different races, cultures and even planets, so it's less to say that they wouldn't have a problem if you're from Latin america.

•I see them being respectul of your culture and beliefes, also they would try to understand them better to connect more with you.

•Another thing is that they would personally fight whoever racist ass who tries to harm you or insult you. Dick would be more polite than Jason, but he isn't afraid to throw a punch if things get tough.

•They were caught off guard when you called them "gringo" for the first time. They unconsciously started to remember if they said something wrong, but a few more times of being called that they got over it.

• They know that "Sana, sana colita de rana" doesn't do shit, but every time you sang it to them (ironically or not) their heart melts.

°Jason will roll his eyes, trying to hold up his tough face as he stitch one of his many wounds.

Your little song makes him grin,"Really?" He says, not taking his eyes from his bruised leg." I'm not a kid, babe." You roll your eyes at, but you know he's glad you're caring .

°Dick didn't wanted to talk, he was tired and aching, and not even the blood that poured from his wound could bring him to care.

He looked up to you when you started to sing as you cleaned his cut." Now you can stop complaining," you said and he huffed, but either way he was glad you were there for him.

Jason Todd

���Jason loves when you both sit down on the couch and watch La Rosa de Guadalupe ironically, yeah Jason might not understand some of the slang or some of the words would be confusing to him, but that dosen't stop him for laughing at some scenes.

•He does try to learn how to cook some plates of your country, Jason wants to impress you and you can see it in the way he hands you the food with a little grin, waiting impatienlly for you to say something about it.

•Okay but why I see him being into Novelas? He will hold his beer tightly and much slower on any kind of snack he's having at the time as the villain says their discourse, smiling wickedly as they explain how they're gonna make the life of the protagonist a living hell.

"You know novelas are the same shit over and over again, right? You ask, but Jason shush you.

"Yeah, but I can shut my mind with this." He shrugs off." Okay but do you think Soraya will come back? Man, it's the third time that shit happens!"

•Jason isn't the most avid dancer in the world, he even gets really shy when you try to ask him out to dance.

•One of his favorite genres to dance with you is bolero, yeah it seems pretty out fashioned right?, well it's easier to follow your steps when you're pretty fucking close, also the music is relaxing.

•However, he knows the lyrics to some trap music and isn't afraid of gibberish to the beat whenever you're in a car ride.

•Jason does feels himself when those songs come up and you can't deny that he looks good when he does it.

Dick Grayson

•Dick has an undying love for bachata, he loves when you dance close, your hands surrounding his neck as one of his legs are between yours while you sway to the music. Pure bliss, besides he gets to show off.

•"Marchate y pega la vuelta" and "Mientes" has gotten a new meaning with this man, he will sang it to you like if you have cheated on him. Also, he has become a fan of Selena.

•He has educated himself on your culture, in some way it has become a hobby when he just wants to relax. Sometimes Dick comes up with random facts about your country that leaves you like "How do you know that?"

•Dick heart literally melt whenever you call him by a nickname, it doesn't matter if it's "gordo, amor, mi vida, corazón" he just loves it. His eyes sparks when you do it and he can't help but smile to you.

•Dick understands Spanish and he can talk it fluently, so it's not weird that you can talk freely in that language whenever you want to.

"Que paja todo, man tengo que terminar una bocha de papeleo y tengo flojera..." you said as you snuggle closer to him. Dick's hand sneaks up to your hair to caress your scalp." O sea, no menor que ladilla."

"Bueno, pero quédate un rato aquí y después te pones en eso, amor." He suggests, shrugged off as you frown, your pouty lips and hesitation to get yourself to work make him smirk. " You really don't want to do nothing, don't you?"

"Ño" you mutter as you turn the tv on.

•He finds utterly cute when you had spent all day talking in English and at night, when you finally come home, you talk in weird mix of accents. Or when you forget a words and tries your hardest to remember it, just to finally say it in Spanish.

Tag list: @nervousfandom @la-femme-lupita @c0-77 @jasontoddismyhusband @jasonsballsack @violettessuniverse

[aromanticautobot]

One Black Coffee.

But it's Transformers. :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23626267

The van was quiet, other than Optimus’ audiobook, playing over the speakers. Raf was interested in listening, Jack was partially engaged, and Miko was ready to bash her face through the window. Ratchet was driving, his tired focus on the road. It had been a long drive, and they still had a distance to go. 

Chapter thirteen started, in a man’s calm, soothing voice. He wasn’t very good at making different voices, but he tried his best. Optimus stared forward, listening intently. His focus was broken when his seat jolted. “Miko, please don’t kick my seat,” he asked politely. 

“I’m bored.” She whined. Raf, who was sitting in the middle, scooted closer to Jack as she brought her legs up to the seat, rising to her knees to stick her head out the window.

Ratchet regarded her sharply through the rearview. “Absolutely not.” He flipped the child lock on both backseat windows before she could roll hers down.

“How does he react so fast?” He heard her mutter to Raf as she huffily sat back down.

A few minutes passed. 

“The pages of the diary began to blow as though caught in a high wind, stopping halfway through the month of June. Mouth open, . .”

“Don’t you fragging dare,” Ratchet hissed as some fleshling idiot cut him off while merging. 

“Ratchet, the children,” his husband chastised softly. 

“Raf, don’t repeat what I say.”

“I won’t.”

Miko slouched against the door, flicking the button longingly. Frag child safety locks. She stared out at the buildings drifting by, sighing loudly and dramatically. Jack sent her a look, before looking back out his own window, watching other drivers as they moved past.

Unmistakable yellow arches came into sight, bold against the sky’s soft blue. Miko straightened up excitedly. “Can we go to McDonald’s?” She leaned forward and pushed on Ratchet’s seat.

“No.” 

Her mouth dropped open. “Ratch, come on, we’re hungry!” She looked at the other two expectantly, nodding towards Ratchet.

“I could eat.” Jack obliged.

“There’s food where we’re going.” Ratchet replied dismissively. “If this damn truck would get out of my lane. . .”

“Ratchet, come on, the exit is coming up!” Miko started bouncing in her seat. “McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s,” she began chanting. “McDonald’s, Jack, Raf, come on, McDonald’s, McDonald’s!”

Optimus paused his audiobook, no longer able to hear it over Miko’s shouting. He looked over to see Ratchet’s reaction, and found Ratchet exercising his determination to ignore them.

“JACK COME ON! McDonald’s, McDonald’s!”

Reluctantly, and starting out quiet, Jack joined in. Pressured to join his friends, Raf piped up as well, until anyone driving by could hear the chant of ‘McDonald’s’ from inside the van.

“McDONALD’S! McDONALD’S! McDONALD’S!”

Cheers of victory replaced the chanting as Ratchet flipped the blinker, and eased down the offramp, slowing to a stop before pulling into the McDonald’s parking lot. Optimus watched Ratchet carefully; it wasn’t like him to relent easily, the children hadn’t won yet. The drive through was empty, and the children all cheered and announced what they wanted.

Ratchet listened silently, before leaning out the window and speaking, clearly and calmly: “I would like one black coffee, please.”

And then they proceeded to the window. A coffee was handed to Ratchet.

And then they drove off, heading straight for the onramp. 

The van was silent. Satisfaction was rolling off of Ratchet’s shoulders as he sipped the steaming coffee, accelerating to meet the speed limit and merging. Miko’s mouth was caught open in pure shock. The boys were exchanging dumbfounded looks.

Optimus stared at his husband, both impressed and unamused simultaneously. This was rather coldhearted, especially since he knew that Ratchet was a very generous personality. The Prime looked over his shoulder into the backseat.

Raf looked disappointed, staring at his lap and fiddling with his glasses. Jack seemed to be trying to play it off cool, but he too seemed dejected. Miko was slumping with her arms crossed, pouting.

Looking back to Ratchet, Optimus quietly addressed him. “Ratchet, you upset them.”

“Mm.” Ratchet dismissed. 

“They look sad.” Optimus gestured to the rear view, adjusting it so Ratchet could see their faces.

The medic glanced at the mirror briefly. “I don’t care how they look.” He retorted with a huff. “I couldn’t care less about. . .” He turned his head to send his husband a glare, and he was met with those big, round eyes he would always see on Orion Pax, whenever he was unhappy. Sad, soft and dejected looking. Ratchet stared at Optimus’ sad, pouty face, fully aware that he was being manipulated, and still falling for it. “Fine.” He hissed, before roughly jerking the wheel and flipping them around in a violent circle across both lanes of the freeway. The kids screamed, and Optimus held onto the ‘oh shit handle’ for dear life, exclaiming loudly as the van nearly tipped. 

“RATCHET, WHAT ARE YOU- OH PRIMUS!” The Prime shouted frantically as they tore down the freeway in the wrong direction, before zooming across the center lane through a break in the barrier. They broke onto the pair of lanes traveling in the other direction, speeding until they reached the offramp just before the McDonald’s. “Ratchet, what were you thinking?!” Optimus demanded as they reached a stop sign.

“I-I think I need new pants,” Jack was gripping his shirt above his heart, chest heaving. 

“That was awesome.” Miko wheezed, out of breath, but smiling widely. 

The hot coffee had spilled into Optimus’ lap, but that was the last of his worries. He was staring at Ratchet with a horrified look, eyes wide and face pale. He went disregarded as his husband delivered them to the McDonald’s parking lot. 

This time, they went inside. Optimus didn’t trust Ratchet at the wheel anymore, and insisted on taking a break in their drive so he could dry the coffee stains on his legs. Jack couldn’t stop sputtering, but Ratchet interpreted it as much as he could for the employee taking their orders. Miko loudly announced her desire for chicken nuggets, and Raf politely ordered, his face as pale as Optimus’. 

They ate in silence for a few minutes, before Raf timidly pulled on Ratchet’s sleeve. “Can we go to the playground?” He asked carefully, as if Ratchet might snap again. “We just want to stretch our legs and move around a bit. . .”

“Don’t be too long.” The medic waved dismissively. The three of them enthusiastically bounced towards the indoor playground, with slides and climbing tubes and rope ladders that were definitely made for smaller children. 

“You’re never driving again.” Optimus announced when they were gone. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, we made it, didn’t we?”

“Ratchet!” Optimus pushed. 

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I won’t do anything like that again.” Ratchet hid his amused smile, sitting back in his seat to watch the kids crawl around in the play tubes. He scoffed when Miko announced “long live the king!” before shoving Jack down a slide. He barreled down it head over heels, landing with a thud and an oof. “I don’t regret it, though. Look at them.”

Optimus followed his gaze, sighing. “You’ve made their night. I believe they have a newfound respect for you.” A smile of his own quirked the sides of his mouth, and he leaned over to press a tender kiss to his husband’s cheek. “I don’t agree with your method of delivering us here, but I am content that you had a change of heart.”

An employee approached them, clearing his throat. “Excuse me? All three of them are too big for that playground. There’s a height limit at the entrance. I need to ask you to call them out of there.” He looked tired and annoyed under his cap. 

Optimus made to rise to his feet. He had always been respectul of rules, especially those set by humans. Ratchet stopped him with a hand on his thigh. Digging into his pocket for his wallet, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and offered it to the employee rather matter of factly. “They can play for a little longer.” 

The employee seemed to battle with confliction between right and wrong before taking the bill and hurrying off. Optimus rubbed the bridge of his nose to ease some of his tension, muttering about Ratchet’s carelessness. His husband didn’t seem to care.

There was a loud crack in one of the tubes, and Miko came crashing down, before shooting back up and darting back to the adults, Raf and Jack at her heels. “We gotta go.” She pulled on Optimus’ arm.

“Did you break something?”

“We gotta go!” She repeated, giving up on pulling Optimus to his feet and dashing out the door on her own. 

“Well, let’s get back on the road. You’re driving, I take it?” Ratchet stood up, straightening his coat out. 

Optimus gave a stressed sigh, shoulders sagging.

Fowler was going to kill him. 

[illfoandillfie]

.......don’t be shy........ show us the comment 👀👀

lmao i will show you but only because i’ve already responded to it. I don’t want anyone to be mean to the commenter or make their own responses or anything like that. I’ve got no problems with people critiquing my work or offering suggestions on how to improve and she was very polite about it. It’s just that I didn’t agree with some of what she said lmao

okay so this comment was left on the prequel to Interloper (Snapshots From Before)

I usually don’t comment a lot in here (tho i do give lots of kudos) and the first part of this was so awesome that i’ve read it many times! However, this second part felt kinda... sexist? I think you gave this the wrong approach and ended up with the boys being a little mysoginistic, specially Roger telling y/n “if you are that hungry for dick you can ride me” (i’m not actually quoting the exact line but it was like that). I would’ve love to see at least one scene where you show some after care and the boys actually caring about y/n so we could see that their relationship is a healthy one. Without this, it just seems like she’s bassically a human sex toy. I get it, it’s the whole “she’s just holes to fill” and that’s great, i respect people who are into that, but even then there has to be some caring and empathy from both parties. Also, orgasm denial is hot but regardless, having sex has to be rewarding for both participants and Roger just sorta fucked her and asked her to leave? In a very non polite way? Sex is about both parties reaching to climax and equality for both lmao.😅 I know it’s a one shot but i would’ve like to see the non sexual part of y/n’s relationship with the boys other than post coital conversations. Again, i loved the first and third part, i think you have so much writing potencial within you and you should embrace it. These are all constructive critics and i do not wish to make you feel bad or offend you. I actually enjoy the whole mecanics of these raw, awesome, hot, sexy sex scenes but even though its fiction (which i know) and this whole slut kink is actually something people like let’s not forget to narrate healthy, caring relationships. Again, this seems like some eassay for a thesis but im just expressing MY point of view and i do not intend harm towards you as a writer or someone else as a reader. And yes, probably i need to “chill the F out” cause it’s just an ao3 bloody fic but still. Expressing an opinion that can help the writer improve is good! I think. Better than spreading hate. Hope you can see this note as friendly and respectul advice. Thank you so much for writing this. Have a great day! Stay safe xxx

and this was my response

Hi! Thanks for taking the time to comment, it really means a lot!

I will definitely keep in mind some of your criticisms as I continue writing, however there are a couple of places where our opinions differ, so I’d like to offer an explanation or two as to why I wrote it the way I did.

Firstly, I have to disagree with your statement that sex is about both parties reaching climax. It’s not. Not always anyway. Taking aside any kink related aspects like orgasm denial, sometimes sex just isn’t about finishing. It can be super rewarding and fun even without the orgasm. So much of an orgasm is related to a person’s mental state that little things like their mood or stress level or if they feel pressure to cum can have a huge impact on how easy it is to orgasm. And women especially can have trouble reaching climax. For some people, mostly women though it can affect men too, the sexual disorder anorgasmia makes orgasm physically impossible no matter how much stimulation they receive. So to say sex is about everyone getting to that end point isn’t totally correct. A lot of the time it’s less about the orgasm and more about feeling good during the rest of the act and/or strengthening a connection with a partner. Expecting everyone to orgasm every time is unrealistic and can in fact make it harder. Of course, that’s ignoring people who enjoy the kink side of it, intentionally stopping orgasms. A lot of people take tease and denial beyond just the length of a single sexual encounter, instead stretching it to days or weeks or months or even years of not being able to cum (fully).

Now, in regards to the fic itself. This chapter came about because I’d asked people to request concepts theyd like to see me write as a blurb or short one shot. I neglected to include the actual request in the summary or author note but the request was for a smutty prequel to interloper flashing back to when Reader was a groupie. At the time of writing I had a lot of requests I was trying to get done within a short amount of time so I was trying to keep things as brief as I could while still giving an entire story. The non-sexual aspects of the relationships didn’t feel important to include in this chapter because that wasn’t what was asked for. On top of that, the entire concept of the story hangs on how the sexual relationship dynamics change when the non-sexual relationship dynamics change and I wanted to make sure that wasn’t affected by the prequel. My goal was to establish a connection between the reader character and each of the guys and to make it feel as if there was history there, so I focused on flirty banter that led into sex scenes. And then, at the end of each scene, implied more would happen between the characters “off page”. I added in the Freddie section at the end as a way to solidify this chapter as a prequel and give a little explanation for how the main part starts (of course, at that time there was no third chapter). Plus, as Freddie doesn’t have a sexual relationship with Reader, his non-sexual relationship with her is very different to her relationships with the others, much closer to a friendship. (Which of course paves the way for how he’s on better terms with her at the beginning of the first chapter.)

One thing you imply in your comment is that as an author I should be writing healthy, caring relationships. I love writing those sorts of stories and relationships but I don’t believe I /have/ to write just healthy, caring relationships. I have a total of 38 fics posted on AO3 and I think most of them deal with “healthy” relationships. I make it a point to write aftercare scenes and to establish trust and safe words between my characters in most of my smut writing. And even if I’m exploring heavier kinks like extreme bdsm or hypnosis and bimbofication I do my best to stick to the rules of “safe, sane and consensual”. But, it is not my job as a writer to create morally perfect or role model relationships. I am well within my rights to explore relationships that don’t adhere to what is traditionally considered healthy, be that through ignoring safe words or foregoing aftercare or just having two characters be manipulative and mean to each other. If you want aftercare and “healthy” I have 37 other fics for you to look at. But this chapter doesn’t have to be that for it to be publishable.

And finally, I feel I have to defend Roger a little bit. I can definitely see how he could be read as sexist and I think part of the problem was just me trying to keep it short which meant I didn’t give enough space for Reader’s reactions or enough descriptions of emotion. But to me, as I was writing it, nothing Roger said was intended to be misogynistic or rude. I was playing around with one of my personal favourite kinks, degradation in conjunction with the orgasm denial (another favourite lmao). Everything he said was specifically to humiliate and degrade her, just because that’s what I find hot. Calling her desperate, telling her she sounds pretty begging, talking down to her, implying he’d /use/ her again later, all of that is part of the degradation kink and I intended for it to be a form of dirty talk. Similarly, the part where he says she can leave wasn’t meant to come across as rude. He calls her a good girl and brushes her hair back from her face first (a softer moment, contrasting everything else that happens between them) and then says she can leave, which plays into the denial kink and the idea that it could last longer than the time they were in bed together. Personally, I’m very very into extended denial, especially if it’s treated as a threat of punishment or something like that, and that was the inspiration behind Roger’s section of this chapter.

Thank you again for the comment, it really did make me think about how I’d written this particular chapter and my intentions behind it. And I fully agree that comments like yours can help writers improve! I’ll definitely keep in mind what you’ve said as I work on my next fic and hopefully avoid some of the unintended sexist overtones in future. Have a great day!

[norringtondeservestheworld]

In the past days, there was a poll on Twitter for the best Game of Thrones couple. The options were Jaime & Cersei, Daenerys & Jon Snow, Arya & Gendry and obviously Jaime & Brienne. I used Twitter just once on 2012 I think (that’s why after all this, I deleted it)?? but I decided to log to vote. Not that my vote was needed, since Braime was winning with the 65%.  Anyway, I noticed that every Braime comment got a replied by a Twincest shipper who, in a very mature way, posted photos with fishes that mock the Braime Kiss.

Moreover, a different Twincest shipper and a Braime one started to debate, the first claiming that Jaime loved Cersei and it’s canon and the second claiming he returned to her because of the child. And I decided to share my opinion, as diplomatically as possible, because I didn’t want argue. I just wanted to saywhat I thought. So, in a very respectful way, I explained my point of view. Here what I said.

When the poll ended with the victory of Jaime and Brienne, I started to get a lot of replies from a lot of Twincest shippers (probably pissed for Braime winning), but instead of comment what I said, they simply attacked me and insulted me. And the more I was nice and respectul, the more they were offensive. That’s why I posted some of the things I wrote. Because I want to prove that I have always been respectful and the only thing I was doing was explaining my point of view. Unlike them. Here what they said.

And when I bring them evidence that even Jaime and Cersei’s actors prefer Jaime and Brienne to Jaime and Cersei, they can’t stop insulting me, as If they are able to speak only using insults.

“Cyberbullying is a form of bullying or harassment using electronic means. Cyberbullying includes sending, posting, or sharing negative, harmful, false, or mean content about someone else.” Yes, I know it’s not a serious form of Cyberbullying since there weren’t threats of death like sometimes happens on these situations, but all of this happened in a couple of hours. I got like 3-4 replies from different bullies for every comment I made (there were that much and I read some comments not before the ending of all this) And the fact that they passed so quickly to insult someone in just few hours without a logical reason made me realize what was happening. So yeah, still Cyberbullying for me. You know, when I was younger and I was still going to school, some of my classmates mocked me all the time because I was a tomboy. I didn’t wear make up, I didn’t take care of my hair and my appearance as other girls did (and one of them told me that nobody would have wanted me) and one of my best friends was mocked too, because he got weight because of a tonsil operation he had. I didn’t consider it bullying at the time because I was naive, and because I thought it was my fault. They never passed a line and they never did anything of pshysical towards us, but they still hurted our feelings, because we both were more fragile. Now I am different person. I am matured. I’m still a tomboy who doesn’t wear make up, but I don’t care about other people’s opinion (except of the people I truly respect) so this behavior doesn't hurt me anymore. So when I read these insults towards me, I didn’t feel hurted. I was just.. confused? I simply didn’t understand how expressing an opinion would lead to this. At first, I thought I was wrong to comment in the first place, that I shouldn’t have done that, but then I thought “wait.. I did nothing wrong. All I did was sharing my point of view and I have always been respectful towards them. I never said a single word against them, while the only thing they did was insulting me instead of read what I wrote.” So these insults didn’t touched me. I am not perfect, but I am happy of who I am. I can look myself at the mirror without feeling ashamed. But as I said, I haven’t always been like this. If this happened years ago, probably I would be hurted. But now I am a different person, and probably the mocking at high school helped me and made me stronger enough to understand it. So I stopped paying attention to what they wrote to me refusing myself to read all the comments I didn’t see the first time and blocking them because I understood what was really happening and who was wrong in that situation. But what would have happened if there had been a younger and more easily influenced person in my place? Someone who can't stop reading and being deeply hurted by every comment? Someone who could start believing they deserve all this hatred? There are people out there more fragile and sadder than me because of something bad that is happening in their life and other problems, and these kind of bullying towards them could be very dangerous. PEOPLE DIE BECAUSE OF IT. It feels strange to talk about something so personal like my past on internet, but I wanted to say all of this, because we need to stop to confuse a simple childishness with Cyberbullying/bullying. 

Everyone who is or was bullied/cyberbullied that now is reading this post, I want you to know that YOU MATTER. YOU ARE IMPORTANT. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF. It doesn’t matter what they say to you, it doesn’t matter if you answer them asking to stop or simply cry for hours, if you did nothing wrong towards them or you just been kind and respectful, YOU will always be the BETTER PERSON at the end of the day, and THEY will be the ones that one day they’ll have to deal with their actions. I never did nothing towards my classmates, but I still got mocked. I’ve been respectful on the internet towards other people and their opinion, but I still been cyberbullied. That’s why I did this post, with both my comments and their comments. To show you that not matter how respecful and nice you are, because bullies don’t want to have a debate with you. The only thing they want is hurt you because you are a better person than them. People who act that way are rotten inside. Don’t let their rot reach you.

Everyone who is a bully who acted on this way on the internet or in real life, towards a stranger or someone they know, that now is reading this post, you are a disgusting person for having fun mocking someone else and hurting real people. You think to be big and strong to insult someone hiding in your home behind your PC? The only thing you’ll get with this behaivour is infecting your soul and making your victims stronger. Oh, get the fuck off my blog. I don’t want you here. Oh, and I want to be clear. This isn’t about Twincest shippers being bad and Braime shippers being good. This is about garbage people harassing other people because they are that petty to be unable to deal with a different opinion and because they are empty inside. This post talked about them because it’s what happened to me. If we switch things and it was the Braime shippers being bullies against Twincest shippers, it would be disgusting in the same way. I have no problems with Twincest shippers. I have problems with Twincest shippers acting this way and bullying others. It doesn’t matter the ship. It doesn’t matter the topic.  DON’T. FUCKING. BULLY. PEOPLE.

[kathyorihara]

About me unpopular opinions

(I'm not gonna tag I'll get attacked if I do)

I'm anti feminist/sjw rhetoric as in I do believe everyone should be accounted for and be equal but just not in the way that hurts others:

( I mean this)

I am skeptical of those that use they/them pronouns in their bio. Mostly because I've seen too many people use them and claim that they don't need gender dysphoria to be trans.

I like pineapple on pizza

White milk is gross I prefer chocolate

It's latino not latinx

There are some white people that are racist and there are some straight/cis people that are homophobic/transphobic. However, that doesn't mean they all are and I wish people would stop generalizing it as so.

I hate black and white pictures they feel empty. I legit colored the pics in my friends binder in freshman year because they were in black and white.

I hate Trissia paytas, James Charles, Onision people like that.

I don't find Dan and Phil attractive like don't get me wrong I can see how others are attractive but they're too much like me to be my type.

Worms are gross

I am for woman to have abortion rights however I do not like that some woman will use abortuon as another form of contraception despite having one already( use pills/condoms)

I am in between on legalizing weed mostly because I feel like a few will over use the power and not let people that need it medically get it.

Free the nipple is kinda dumb cuz a lot of women use it to just flaunt their titits. No it's ok to say it when a mom should be allowed to breast feed in public nit when you want to be naked.

I think men should have more say in custody battles too many shitty moms walk away with the child because the law said the man has no say.

I can respect others opinions be it political or not as long as we are mutually respectful of one another.

If you say your pan I will question if you mean it as in that's a most comfortable label for you or if you think bi is against trans (it's not)

3rd person pov in fanfic sucks there are some that are good but most are hard for me to focus on.

Facial hair on guys is gross this is just my preference it has more to do with how my dad has facial hair and the saying that your partner is like the embodiment of your parent.

Insects are cool

Pancakes are gross

I'm ok with others not shippinh what I ship. We can all be respectul of others ships it's not that hard.

Live shows are boring

There can be change without being mean to one another

Poc people can be racist I have seen them be racist to other poc people and to white people (yes you can be racist to white people)

The light furry is beautiful

If you want representation make it don't just bitch about not beinh any in other shows.

Vaping and smoking is gross but please be mindfull if others around you if you do vape/smoke.

I do think farm animals should be treated better but I'm not gonna be begam because of it.

Books I hate are 50 shades of gray, hunger games, twilight, and the fault in our stars ( had to write a page why I hate it in Highschool).

Dyed hair, piercings, and tattos should not be considered unprofessional.

Parents should let their kids have privacy but at the same time they should let them be open about their feeling.

I don't mind someone's religion as long as they're not jackass to those that don't believe.

Ghost can be explained by science

Boys/Men should be able to express emotion and be open to others if they experienced abuse or rape.

Girls/Woman can be pedophiles, rapist, abusive, shitty in genereal.

Hitting or insulting your child is not discipline.

People of the opposite sex can just be friends.

Gold fish are hard to take care of

Periods are gross

There are rules to crossing the boardsr and they should be respected. This is coming from an actual illegal immigrant (that's a post on it's own). (I am not pro trump btw) it's worse for most people that cross illegally. There are some illegals that are good but there are also some that are bad.

Taylor swift is like wine or cheese her songs get better with age.

Tacos (latino or american) are not that good.

Pickles and olives are gross so are pickles.

Pigeons are cute

Going braless or sleeping in underwear is gross (for me that is)

Shoe brands like Nike, pumas, and adidas have the ugliest shoes I've seen.

Colone is gross it makes me want to vomit from the smell.

That's all for now but please do not reblog this I don't want to get attacked.

[psycheorihara138]

Ok kids , lets talk ....

Oh boy , oh boy , OH BOY  So.... I never , ever though I would be talking about this on Tumblr , but it’s just so ridiculous that I can’t take this shit anymore. I have depression , I tried to kill myself three times , I have panic disorver and anxiety ..... Let me just get this clear first ok. So , since last year Persona 5 was out in Japan and I Loved many characters , especially Goro fucking Akechi a.k.a Pancake boi , I’m not gonna say everything I like about him but yeah , My waifu , everything was fine , the Japanese fandom was amazing , people there relly RESPECT you and what character you like. Ok , but Psyche why are you posting about this now ? Yeah , let me talk about this then :  So , the game was released this year in Eng and all , I was really happy and all , until some people started being assholes and disrespectful towards who have Akechi as fav character or shipps him with the Protagonist.  You guys look like 10 years old kids man , He it’s just a game character , I’m so done with you guys saying that he’s not a phanton thieve even after the whole party saying that he is one of them and they want him to go back , that he IS important and all , saying that people who likes him are just bad people because he killed people , but it’s you that’s being disrespectful and being an asshole about taste in a fucking game , fuck you , you say that bullshit to everybody who likes any character that already killed someone or just goro , saying that I cant shipp him with Protagonist because it’s HOMOPHOBIC, but it’s you that’s saying that a HOMOSEXUAL shipp it’s homophobic , please , do you even know what’s being homophobic means ? For the love of pancakes boi , that’s a serious shit to you even compare to shipping a fucking gay couple on a game. I come to Tumblr , to Goro’s tag to see fanart , to see people , FANS , talking and havind a good time , but EVERY.FUCKING.DAY , comes the little snow flake , the : ohh look at me I hate goro I’m SOOO SPECIAL BECAUSE I AM 20% BETTER THAN YOU person IN THE FUCKING TAG saying bad shit and  HATEFUL THINGS , come on , this week I saw like 10 posts in his tag. Stop this shit man , Its making my anxiety get trigerred , it’s making people who you probably never , ever talked felling bad .  Fiction it’s not reality , you’re not better than anybody just because you don’t like a character , you do have the right to say “ I don’t like this shipp or character “ , that’s ok , everybody have their opinion , but for the love of god : HAVE.CLASS , don’t go on hating or being an asshole to people and saying stupid shit just because your opinion it’s diferrent , no one in his tag wants to know about how you are 20% better than them because some fucking game opinion .

I’m so done with this shit , Just want to go to Goro’s tag after having a bad day and crying all day long and have fun , forget about my problems , but NO , I have to see this shit everyday....... Well , that’s it , sorry for the long post and grammar problems , since I’m brazilian ( and ironically in brazil people are being respectul towards persona 5 , for once we’re not being the biggest dicks ever ) Eng it’s not my native language but I had to post this....... That’s all and give the pancake some love 

[srnevergivesup]

Growing up or recovering: Saying goodbye to toxic friends

There is something going on around me for the last few months.Most of my friends and myself had to say goodbye to some important friendships. So did my Daughter actually.

I recently had to let go of a friend, F.

I met him through someone we both knew (Y) who had been my friend for 16 years but whom I had to stop seeing as he was/is an alcoholic and hurtful to himself and others. Y was F's boyfriend but as Y has been really abusive toward F their relationship deteriorated.

F and I kept in touch even though he was still seeing Y on a regular basis. We became really close and he was a strong support when I was living at my toxic carer's. When I had my new home, I was still going to meet F in his area as he always had an excuse for not coming my way. Apart from that, our friendship was good. Although he kept asking me if I could ever forgive Y for his behaviour. I had to explained again and again that I didn't want to entertain abusive behaviour any longer. Still F kept seeing Y. I grew annoyed at hearing F complaining about y, even more so when F felt he could give me relationship and sex advice. We had a massive argument when he told me one day to stop living in the past and to just move on!! I told him how triggering and upsetting to hear this from him after I've had confided in him about my past. As a survivor of child sexual abuse, I was making slow progress but progress nevertheless. He wanted me to go quicker and thought giving me "tough love" would shake me up enough to do so. I reminded him that he himself wasn't moving on from his relationships with Y and it wasn't his job to fix me.

F ended up apologising, recognising he had been completely inappropriate and promised to be more respectful.There was even tears. I told him ok, but, if he ever crossed my boundaries again, that would be it.

He stopped giving me "lectures" but when he met some of my friends he was back to his therapy mode. He prided himself to be a home psychiatrist for years... Because he is gay, he felt he could just grab my friend M's boob while we were taking a picture, then lied to me saying he apologised to her. My friends didnt take him seriously as they knew he wasn't even following is own advice and he constantly crossed boundaries. He also needed to be the centre of attention which my friends noticed. When I told him to stop behaving like this towards my friends, he got offended.

I slowly realised how is behaviour was at times controlling and disrespectful. I told him so and he got angry and send me some hurtful messages. I told him I needed some space and didn't reply to texts is send me.

One day, after a few weeks break, he send me "Are you still alive?" I replied I was great, thank you but I havent been in touch because whether he is aware or not, his behaviour was disrecpectful and controlling. I treasure the good time together but I can no longer support him. He send me a long hurtful message. Apparently, for the last six months, he noticed me changing and it was sometimes scary...

For the last 6 months, I've sarted to gradually feel happier!!! It clearly shows that he needed me to need him. He needed to be able to give me lectures and try to fix me in order to feel good about himself. I really don't need someone like this in my life.

The victory for me was that I would normally questioned myself after such misplaced critisism but, this time, I knew it had nothing to do with me. It was all about him losing control over me. I felt instantly relieved. I also felt much happier.

My friend and my Daughter had similar expreinces of the sudden awareness that this relationship isn't right, it hurts but, it is time to leave it behind. It is scary, they know it is for the best.

I really think it is because we finally see our worth. We are growing emotionally and we can be ourselves. We can finally SEE yourselves for what you are: precious. We don't need someone putting us down all the time. We don't have to explain ourselves again and again. We seriously shouldn't have to ask to be respected! If we are brave enough to be honest about how we feel and all we get back is anger, projection, insults and abuse, it is time to show them the door.

As we grow up or progress in our recovery, some people will follow us and some we will need to part from. We can't take everybody with us, especially those who can't handle our happiness and wellbeing.

I wondered how could someone who knows so much about me be so horrible. I reminded myself that it doesn't matter why, he still became a hurtful bully. I was wondering if the end of our friendship will give him a wake up call. Not my problem though.

I quickly realised that I had more time for myself. I spend less money on booze and travel. And I don't feel stressed as much. I am surrounded only by loving and caring people and I am sucking up the love. As for my Daughter, I am very proud of her for being honest and respectul. She explained herself very well. She doesn't need a girl pushing her down and creating drama. She knows she deserves more than that.

Feel free to share your thoughts and own experiences with me.

Sylvie