#the quality of some of these? questionable

[demaparbat-hp]

seeing your ZK art with katara's burn scars I imagine zuko kissing her scarred hands 😭 and ofc she kisses his scar too !!!!!!!!

Scar kisses are my everything.

[femboycatofmystery]

I always wonder-- who is it that gets to eat these things?

How does that feel?

Does it feel solemn, like the sweeping away of a mandala, or raucous like the breaking of a piñata? Are they able to feel the privilege of consuming this art? Do they cherish it? Are they shamed by it?

I do not question the quality of the chocolate because deep down I know it's way better chocolate than most of us will ever know, and on some level this galls me, and on others, fills me with reverence.

[a-hermit-pining]

I saw this on Twitter (i forgot the @), but it really got me thinking. What would your hc be if the boys were playing the game and you were the mc? I hc that Caleb would save every "y/n laughing compilation" he comes across, rafayel would edit y/n's face on random fish and make crack edits and from his alt account he would drop the most gorgeous fanart, and for some reason I feel like sylus would use "quality time" religiously

Hi anon, thank you for sending this in ^^

I completely agree with your takes. Here is my take to compliment yours.

Rafayel: Is the undisputed Fanart King, sketching your character from every angle, in every possible outfit. If an art contest exists, he has already submitted three entries before anyone even knew it was happening. But beyond his artistic obsession, he is also the cursed glitch hoarder. While normal people would be horrified at a headless version of you appearing in-game, Rafayel takes screenshots for exclusive content, considering it a divine blessing from the tech gods. Despite his god-tier art skills, he has zero patience for level locks that force him to wait before progressing, so instead of playing at a normal pace, he rage-quits for months, then returns to binge the game in one sleepless week. His camera roll is half fanart, half stunning in-game scenery that he edits like it’s going in an art gallery.

Xavier: Does not play games for casual enjoyment. He plays for answers. He is a speedrun menace, hitting the first dialogue option before the text box even fully loads. If he gets stuck, he immediately transforms into a lore-devouring beast, reading every spoiler possible just to figure out how to proceed. The only thing keeping him from fully losing his sanity is his refusal to buy premium currency, his pride dictates that he must grind every last diamond by sheer willpower alone. And so, he hoards gems like his soul depends on it, progresses at breakneck speed, and once he’s finished all available content, he descends into 3 AM theory rabbit holes instead of doing something sane like, you know… sleeping. He probably has a color-coded spreadsheet tracking all the route impacts.

Zayne: No one would ever suspect that the infamous, critically acclaimed AO3 writer Frozen Seal, master of soul-crushing angst and tender, breathtaking romance, is actually the stoic, overworked cardiologist Zayne. His fics have a reputation for being so emotionally devastating that readers leave essays in the comments. His update schedule? Completely dictated by his hospital shifts. His author’s notes? Usually something like "Sorry, a patient coded. Will update later." Writes the most heart-wrenching, steamy romance scenes with surgical precision, leaving readers sobbing and sweating in equal measure. Has the smut writing skills of an ace author- which are god tier. Daydreams about you constantly, except when he’s actively resuscitating someone (Even he has limits.)

Sylus: Sylus owns everything. Every premium outfit, every pose, every CG. His entire paycheck is funneled into this game, and no one will ever know the full extent of his power. If questioned about how he maxed out every possible feature, he simply smirks and says, “Skill issue.” But despite single-handedly funding the dev team, he is infuriatingly secretive about his content. His in-game gallery? Locked. His premium screenshots? Hidden. Some speculate he has developers tied up in his basement feeding him exclusive content, but according to Sylus, it’s simply the fruit of his labor. Strangely enough, despite having literally everything, he still has beef with the gacha system and will cuss out the algorithm if he doesn’t get his way.

Caleb: Is cursed with abysmal gacha luck, pulling three-star memories every single time without fail. He suffers, but at this point, he embraces the suffering like a tragic hero. His nights are spent watching crack compilations at 2 AM, laughing silently to himself like a man on the verge of losing his mind (he is this 🤏🏻close). By all accounts, he plays the game rationally until your character appears, at which point all logic is abandoned. He has every single one of Zayne’s fics bookmarked, and he doesn’t just skim he analyzes them like scholarly literature, leaving long, heartfelt comments. And, of course, in the quiet solitude of his room, a freakishly realistic body pillow of you sits on his bed. If questioned? He doesn’t even blink. "It’s a limited-edition collector’s item."

[chaos-lioness]

no ok hold on let’s settle this

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[transformers-spike]

Getting with TFA Starscream is probably the equivalent of feeding a backalley cat once and they’ve decided your theirs now.

You helped him hide from Megatron once because you were new to town and you’d really only known that the big grey guy was bad, so you’d just assumed that this guy running away from him was probably one of the good guys right? And then you saw the brand on his chest—butttttt it’s too late because this chatty ass jet has decided that he’s hanging around your place now. That cute old abandoned warehouse you were using for hobby work? There’s a jet there now. And he’s a *needy* jet. Demands your attention all the time. You started calling him lord starscream just because it scratches that itch for him and makes him more content to just chill out instead of bother you about what you’re doing all the time. Sometimes he’s there, sometimes he’s not. Sometimes he brings you weird shit, but hey, you live in a pricey ass apartment and he’s a giant death robot, you aren’t going to complain about it.

It’s only when you’re sitting on against his chassis talking about your day and he hisses out some threat when you mention that somebody hit on you at work that you realize you are probably dating this giant jet robot. You go to confirm and he looks smug. Yep. He’s been courting you. Congrats on the giant alien jet boyfriend who you’re pretty sure you can never introduce to your parents.

I NEEDED THIS SO BAD TFA Starscream made you his bitch and you can't do anything about it. He's been flirting with you all this time (aka by not using the typical slurs reserved for organics) and spending quality time with you (bitching while lounging on your property without paying a dime). Why do I feel like he would actively try to meet your parents? Yeah he's a robot in disguise, but if this is what humans do he will dominate the mission and get your parents to love him (or kill them). Quick, find a way to distract him before he does something rash - seduce the jet and question your life choices as you try to calculate how much of his spike you can survive (answer: 0%).

[thisisthinprivilege]

"The fatties just want to self-insert" as the romantic lead

Saw a thing on how including a non-thin actress in a major series playing its romantic lead was a ploy by the writers to get money so that "the fatties could self-insert."

"The fatties" are more than 60% of the population. Our love stories constitute the vast majority of actual, real-life love stories. yet the stories we see on TV feature the thinnest 5% of people. Thin people are swimming in self-insert scenarios, far beyond their population representation.

The real question is, why does this much smaller part of the population want to hoard all the fictional love stories for themselves?

It's almost as if the only thing you need to be lovable as thinner is your thinness, while fatter people need to have, like, a personality or be interesting or to not be a terrible person. And some thin people really don't want to have to make the effort to have personalities or be interesting or improve their moral qualities and so don't want fat people competing with them for the default romantic lead on TV.

I see you, thin-privilege-dependent-gremlins 👀 😆

-ATL

[marxalittle]

this is what I mean when I say that the smallest moral value, the irreducible moral unit, must be the human life. every human being must be equally human, first because once you are permitted to dehumanize any one human person it will be easier to extrapolate to others and then groups, whereupon killing them becomes easy because they are not human; and second because dehumanizing your enemy on the grounds of their actions makes it easy to excuse your own crimes as not-crimes, because those evil monsters were inhuman and their actions monstrous, whereas you are human and can therefore never be like them, even when your actions are identical. take care that you do not become them, indeed.

i think that there are people who through the enormity of their crimes obviate their humanity. i think that we still need to understand them as human. first because if we don’t, we risk becoming them: so they should be hanged outside the post office, but first we will put them on trial, present their crimes, give them lawyers for the defense, and let the evidence damn them. second because we need to understand that there is no fundamental difference between ourselves and this person: no inherent quality is intrinsic to anyone who would lead a genocide or steal a government or declare himself the second coming of christ and die in a firefight with the fbi and absent in us. the only thing which separates two people is their circumstances. that doesn’t, by the way, absolve them of the actions they chose to take nor the consequences they should face. see “hanged outside the post office.” there are things you can do which make it impossible for you to continue living in the society of your fellow man. rabies cannot be cured either.

but each and every one of us is capable of doing those things, of contracting rabies. but for the grace of not being raised by a monster into a monster go i. but for the grace of people who did not stupidly or accidentally or maliciously fail me at every turn in order to ensure or heedless of the fact that i became a monster go i. there is not some special race of monsters out there from which you are exempt. there are failures every day behind every door that destroy people and leave monsters in their place. we should try to build a world in which interventions are most possible, more timely, more effective; a world in which it is harder to grow monsters from human beings. that is the lesson of empathy, truly.

never mistake my mercy and compassion for a willingness to excuse monstrous behaviour. every action is a moral choice, every decision to turn further and further into monstrosity is on the head of the person who made it. but they did not do it alone, or in a vacuum, and we need to recognize that evil arises in a perfectly ordinary way, like rust on oats, and takes no special mental defect. it is simply a combination of choices and circumstances. what cannot be saved will need to be removed for the good of the whole crop. but mercy and compassion here tell me that the right thing to do is understand how it happened, bring these facts to light, confront the person in question with them, show them to be a failure made of other human failures, determine the consequences for having committed harm at the scale they did, and work to make a world where fewer people are failed and none this badly. the quality of mercy is not strained, but in some cases it is very, very sharp. a short drop and a sudden stop is sometimes the only cure remaining, and the only way to make the present moment safe so that we can work toward that future.

I thought it was fairly normal to feel empathy for bad people.

I thought it was common, even.

But after my Elon/Grimes post... now I'm wondering if I was mistaken about that.

I wrote a post about Trump being traumatized after his assassination attempt and a post about his poor adaptation to aging. I expressed sympathy for him in both cases. But I still maintain my white hot hatred of him and wish for him to face consequences.

Elon was abused by his father. Some of the stories are incredibly tragic. Hearing those stories triggers an involuntary response in my emotional systems that I can't stop no matter how much I despise present-day Elon. I also wonder if that abuse never occurred maybe we wouldn't be dealing with this current clusterfuck.

I have never held so much anger towards a single person as I do my brother. But I also see him as a victim of abuse. I know he was once a really good person and he was slowly corrupted. I feel sorry for him. I mourn the amazing person he used to be. And I still love him.

But that doesn't make me any less angry.

[nectar-cellar]

Hello! ☺️

I love what you do✨️

Quick question, how do you make the passion mod work? Is it buggy?

(I can't find the mod link)

Thank you very much if you answer me😘

thank youu 💝

passion is a bit glitchy yes, but it works fine most of the time. it doesn't really slow down or lag my game.

ok so you basically need 3 things: the passion mod, a mod to make your sims naked, and some SEX animations. i'll give links below.

Part 1: Download Passion

this is the link to the sims 3 section of loverslab. https://www.loverslab.com/forum/55-downloads-the-sims-3/

click on the topic called "Passion [Requires patch level 1.63+]". click on the "view file" button and download the mod. you need to make a loverslab account to download it. read the included instructions, i can't summarise it for you here!!!! put the mod packages in your Mods/Packages folder.

here are the packages i did NOT install:

BarMaid_Service

BarMaidOutfit

cmar_XCAS_corefull67

cmarNYC_Penis

now, you need to a way to make sims get naked and have proper genitalia.

download jvsmith enhanced bodies (you only need the packages in the "GEOM" folder, other stuff is optional) https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/27723-enhanced-bodies-for-all-ages-and-genders-penis-male-underwear-bulges-sliders/

remove any previous nude/genitalia mods and sliders you had, if any

in-game: click on a sim or a bed/shower/etc., choose the "erotic" interaction, and watch your sims get naked and do the sex animations.

but before you start the game...

Part 2: Download Passion Animations

go back to the sims 3 section of the forum. click on the various topics with "animations" in the name. download the animations you like, or else there will be no sex animations for your sims to do in the game. 😱 these packages go in the Mods/Packages folder as well.

"which animations should i download???" 😳🤔 ok, you want to save time and get right to playing. if i had to recommend just ONE animation pack, i'd recommend creator oOLaLa City. it's a big, high quality pack with a mix of hetero, gay, and group animations on various pieces of furniture. download the zip, put BOTH packages in your Mods/Packages folder.

this is the link: https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/16273-sims-3wip-ooolala-citys-sex-animations-for-kinky-world-passion-ts3-animated-penisupdated-3rd-february-2025/

that's all! now you can open your save and watch your sims have fun.

i leave you with this:

[beifong-brainrot]

in your opinion, why do you believe Ozai hated Zuko so much? He physically scarred him, while he mentally scarred Azula

Honestly, this is a very layered question, because the life of the Fire Nation royal family seems to be very much filled with intrigue, subterfuge and spite. So much spite. It also depends on how much grace we want to give Ozai, whether we want to percieve him as a character with potential redeeming qualities. Don't get me wrong, all versions of canon compliant Ozai are morally deplorable, but it is possible to interpret him as a character more fleshed out than the cartoon villain he is on the surface level.

The reasoning for Ozai's treatment of Zuko can be traced back to Ozai and Ursa's very volatile relationship. It is plain to see that Ozai was an abusive husband, from the coercion of marriage and sexual relations, holding the abuse of their children over her head to physically grabbing and yanking Ursa.

It's hard to say whether Ozai just got off on the control he had over Ursa, or whether he genuinely wanted some kind of relationship with her. It seems like the family was at least comfortable for some time, and Ozai did appear to want to at least 'act out' romance with Ursa, kissing her on the cheek, and wanting her to call him 'my love'. Whether that be another level of control, or genuine, I can't really tell.

Whatver he wants from this relationship, all that is effectively shattered when Ursa begins sending letters to Ikem. Ozai seems so insecure due to this that he hires an elite assassin just to try and take down his wife's peasant ex boyfriend.

When Ursa lies in her letter, claiming Zuko as Ikem's son, Ozai confronts her. And he seems genuinely hurt, or at least distraught that Ursa wishes Zuko weren't his son. And so it appears he became especially cruel to Zuko to spite Ursa.

I want to highlight that it is difficult to blame Ursa for her actions, as she clearly isn't in a good place mentally due to what is happening to her

Another reason could be Ozai seeing Ursa favour Zuko over Azula. I go into this more here so I don't want to repeat myself. But I believe Ursa, unintentionally, isolated Azula. Now, whether or not Ozai saw this and reacted by favouring Azula and bullying Zuko. Or he saw his daughter was in a vulnerable position, prime for manipulation and control. Again, it depends on how nice we're being to Ozai here.

Azula really is just a more convenient child for Ozai. One of the reasons Ozai cites for perfering Azula is that she is a more talented firebender.

Zuko: You're like my sister. Everything always came easy to her. She's a firebending prodigy, and everyone adores her. My father says she was born lucky. He says I was lucky to be born.

Azula is also, for all her cunning and glib, more susceptible to manipulation. Unlike Zuko, who has Ursa and Iroh, Azula lacked supportive adults in her life. I talk about how important support systems are in redemption arcs here.

I think Ozais displeasure with Zuko was that, he wasn't as easy to control as Azula. He spoke out of turn and had ideals that went against Ozai. I believe that this is why Ozai became so enraged by Zuko's behaviour and actions. Zuko unintentionally undermined him.

Iroh: Zuko had spoken out against the general's plan, but by doing so in the Fire Lord's war room, it was the Fire Lord whom he had disrespected.

Ozai, at his core, seems like a deeply insecure man. Most of his acomplishments aren't his own. His wife (who was secured for him by his father btw) is the one who masterminded the assassination of Azulon and Ozai's subsequent coronation. And while Iroh, the one whose titile Ozai essentially stole, was in disfavour for abandoning Ba Sing Se, he is still a decorated war general.

And Ozai isn't stupid, he probably knows he is pathetic. There's a reason he didn't want to share his glory on Sozin's comet with Azula. He's fucken insecure and makes it everyone else's problem.

And to some extent, I don't think Ozai really hates Zuko, at least not pre- Black Sun Day. Zuko tells us that his family was "happy once" and it's implied Ozai had been an at least passable father a t some time.

I simply think Ozai's pride, insecurity and spite towards Ursa took priority over whatever affection he had for his son.

I don't want this to seem like I'm making any excuses for Ozai, his actions towards Zuko and his entire family were deplorable. Him having his own rationale and reasonings doesn't moralise his behaviors. However, I do like to think that he isn't just a one note cartoonish villain and has his own motivations other than being a dick.

[beloveds-embrace]

i have more roomate AU thoughts - specifically about how all the boys spend time with the reader.

Kyle - he does your skin care routinr with you, watching with soft loving eyes as you apply the different cleaners and moisturisers and when hes farily certain of the order and the way to apply everything he has you sit on the bathroom counter, him slotted between your legs, and does it for you, his warm handles gentle as they rub them into your skin. You also insist on doing for him as well, its a bit of trial and error because both of your skin is different but you get there and invest in different products specifically for Kyles skin, he loves the feeling of your hands on his face, so soft and gentle and loving, so different from his rough and calloused ones. It becomes a nightly routine, and when you become a romantic partner in the polycule you share soft kisses between products.

Johnny - you cook together. As much as the boys always insist on your not lifting a finger when they're around you love to cook for them, providing them with loving home cooked meals that warms their bellies and their souls because you're such a sweet little thing for them, so they came to a compromise. If you were cooking, they were going to help but you quickly learn that Johnny is the only competent one in the kitchen, his mother insisting he learns how to cook growing up because its an essential life skill, so he's always the one to help. He follows all your instructions perfectly and is always happy to help and learn, if you're cooking something from your culture and/or a family recipe he's always asking questions and listening as you talk about helping your family members cook when you were younger, and takes special notes if you say certain dishes are typically served during certain parts of the year or as a celebratory feast so when the time comes he can make them for you as a surprise. When you're established in the polycule, he kisses you in the kitchen, pushing you up against the counter and making out with you. This has lead to dinner burning maybe once or twice... and a few more times always resulting in a scolding from John.

Simon - he likes to sit and read with you. You snuggled up beside him in a pile of blankets with one of his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you lay on his chest. He is a big quality time person, especially with how long hes usually away on deployments and so likes to get as much time with you as possible. You don't have to be reading, you can be working on a college project or watching a movie but he will have a book in his hand the whole time because he knows you'll eventually stop whatever you're doing and look up at him with those beautiful fucking eyes that he feels can see deep into the darkest part of his souls but still sees the light and goodness inside of him, and ask him to read to you. You always said you loved his voice and with your voice just dripping in sweetness as if you were made up of sugar itself, how can he say no? So he reads to you and cards his finges through your hair as you lay on his chest, and if you shift to lay your head on his lap, he'll runn a gentle hand up and down either your arm or thigh in a soothing motion, a small smile on his face as you lull into a sleep, when you're asleep he leans over and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

John - John loves going on walks with you, it means he gets you all to himself for at least an hour and he gets to make sure you're getting some exercise and not bed rotting all day or throwing yourself into your work without taking a break. Ever the gentleman he helps you get your coat and your shoes on and makes sure to bring a pair of gloves and hat with him in his own coat pocket in case it gets cold because he knows you always forget to lift them. He loves the peacefulness of walking with you, with either your hands in his or your arms wrapped around his while he has your malinois leash in the other hand, he lets you talk his ear off the whole time you walk enjoying the rambles that fall from your angelic lips and the little giggles you let out when he lets out a whitty remark and he absolutely adores it in the wintertime, its probably his favourite time to walk with you, especially in the run up to Christmas as he watched your childlike glee at seeing the houses all decorated for Christmas the lights on the houses and trees having nothing on the brightness in your eyes and the biggest smile on your face and if their lucky enough to get snow in the UK he swears you look like an actual goddess with snow falling around you and clumping on your eyelashes. The first time he kisses you is on one of these winter walks, you're walking through the park when the snow starts to fall and you stop to look up at the sky with your tongue out to catch snowflakes and John takes just a few steps closer to you, not able to help himself as you finally look at him again and he reached up to wipe some of the melting snow off your cheeks as he tilts his head down and presses his lips to yours for the first time.

This was supposed to be short and sweet but it ran away with me

i'm going to make out filthy with your brain because this? marvelous. spectacular. fantastic. literally a masterpiece and i absolutely adore it AHHHHHHHHHH

[intersexcat-tboy]

Unpacking the Ethics of “Tboy Strap”: Challenging the Language of Delegitimization

[PT: Unpacking the Ethics of “Tboy Strap”: Challenging the Language of Delegitimization]

Hearing about trans men or transmascs topping and instantly thinking "strap" perpetuates transphobia and contributes to antitransmasculinity specifically.

While not an exact parallel, defaulting to the assumption that trans men topping involves a “strap” is similar to defaulting to the assumption that trans women's breasts involve breast forms. Both assumptions overlook how these can be achieved through HRT or surgical means, while also distracting from their true (desired, or) transitioned bodies, reinforcing the unnecessary, often dysphoria-inducing misconception that their gender affirming adaptations are not legitimate aspects of themselves.

Many trans people use language intentionally to reduce dysphoria, but being externally subjected to such framing can reinforce the disconnection from their bodies and identities. It's different when someone uses this language to describe themselves personally, as it reflects their individual relationship. Nevertheless, when this language is applied generally to others, we must think critically about the broader concepts it promotes.

Strap-ons are primarily marketed to those without penises and have strong historical ties to the lesbian community. They are not generally called “strap-ons” when used by cis men who don’t have or cannot use their penis for penetration. Instead, they are simply referred to as hollow dildos or recognized as prosthetics—designed to restore or improve functionality of a body part. It serves to replace a valued, personally integral aspect of their body that is necessary for their quality of life, rather than merely an optional add-on.

In some cases, when used alongside an existing penis for double penetration, it would be more aptly called a strap-on. However, this usage typically doesn’t apply to trans men, as they usually don't use their natal penis for penetration alongside; if involved, it is either stimulated, enhanced, or extended, rather than acting as a secondary penis.

Additionally, in certain dynamics (e.g. orgasm denial, men in chastity, or sissification) the term “strap” is often used to emphasize a rejection of the integration with their identity as men, meant to deny them recognition of their “true” manhood by highlighting their perceived failure to embody masculinity by not using what “truly” makes them a man.

Within chastity, sometimes referred to in kink communities as “reverse pegging,” the humiliation often stems from the implication that because the “strap” is superior to his own flesh—more effective, more satisfying, larger, and thus more aligned with what a “real” man should be able to provide—he is being denied recognition of his “true” manhood. His failure to satisfy with his own flesh renders him lesser; his use of an external object for penetration is framed as proof of his shortcomings in masculinity—a mark of failure to measure up to the patriarchal ideal.

The deliberate focus on performance, emasculation, and delegitimization seeks to humiliate and degender the cis man, framing penetration not as a natural extension of his body, but as an artificial external act performed for someone else’s pleasure.

This concept is similar to how some trans women, or others with dysphoria related to having more erectile tissue than desired, refer to theirs as a “built-in strap” to create distance from their anatomy to alleviate dysphoria. While both can be used roughly to mean “this isn't my real penis, so I'm not really a man”, trans women’s use of the term contrasts with these kink dynamics where "strap" is used to question the legitimacy of the man's manhood, disempower or humiliate him. Instead, trans women commonly use it as a coping mechanism for dysphoria management and as a term of endearment, turning it into a source of empowerment rather than an insult.

In certain contexts, the way “strap” is used in reference to transmascs risks reducing their gender expression to a fetishized, sexual, or kink-based act, framing their sexuality as a performance or role-play rather than an authentic and true expression of who they are. This positions it as something /on/ their bodies rather than /part/ of them.

When "tboy" and "strap" are used together in a mocking or belittling manner, it often carries an underlying implication of infantilization. The combination can evoke images that reduce the experience of trans men to something less serious—like that of children playing dress-up with toys.

For transmascs, these framings reduce their penises to costumes that are put on and taken off for sex, rather than as an extension of their body and identity. They either draw on historical and cultural contexts to position trans men as women, or impose kink dynamics, such as humiliation and sissification, onto trans men's bodies, regardless of whether that reflects their experiences or desires. Both are dehumanizing and deny trans men the same recognition and respect afforded to cis men in similar contexts. Either way, the issue lies in how “strap” frames it as a temporary addition for sexual purposes, suggesting that it isn’t an intrinsic part or expression of their body or identity.

When the tools that help trans people live as our true selves are treated as something “on” our bodies or worn to perform, it reinforces the harmful idea that our gender expression is temporary, artificial, or an act.

Through this objectification, it becomes a decorative, extra addition, or accessory, rather than something inherent to themselves or a necessary function for their quality of life.

If this idea persists—the framing of penetration with an extension of oneself, rather than flesh and blood, as a performative or artificial expression of body/sexuality—it suggests that their experiences are somehow invalid or less authentic. This forces them to navigate the harmful narrative that their bodies, sexuality, and experiences are only legitimate or recognized as real if they conform to external standards. From this continuous confrontation with language that invalidates their bodies or sexuality, internalized shame can cultivate and fester.

All of these ultimately diminish their ability to fully express their gender and sexuality in, and on, their own terms.

[drdemonprince]

I really enjoy reading your takes about gender, sexuality, and kink-- even when I (occasionally) disagree they are always very thorough and insightful, and I get a lot out of your perspective, so thank you for sharing it here. (You also reblogged my wild ass post about Model UN and sexuality a while back and I appreciate that)

You have said a few times that you had very different experiences being seen as a man versus when you were seen as a woman, like night and day. I haven't experienced that at all-- essentially zero difference, even when I try to think about it carefully. I transitioned when I was 20 and have been on T for 6 years, and I pass as a (cis) man in most situations including at work.

I definitely don't say this to deny the existence of everyday sexism and misogyny. In college I often used the bus to get around and so did my girlfriend at the time, and she told me about multiple times people made creepy remarks to her on the bus or while out. But I've been in loads of situations like that and thankfully never been catcalled or harassed.

My question is about whether you think trans men with experiences like mine are more due to social ignorance (I definitely have trouble noticing other people's behavior around me in general-- maybe they did treat me weirdly and I didn't notice), my gender presentation at the time (my entire life I have been visibly "GNC" due to my failure to perform femininity. Long before I came out as trans, people did occasionally make negative comments about the way I spoke, dressed, or walked (???) being "unfeminine", or even if they didn't directly make negative remarks they were uncomfortable with me), because I never really considered myself a girl or woman, or something else. Obviously, the experiences I had where some people ostracized me in childhood for social difficulties being "a girl" are a type of sexism, but they are different from and less harmful than the type of sexism than most women and people perceived as women describe experiencing.

oh my god yes the sexy jingoistic model UN villain i love your whole deal. thanks for calling back in.

Yes I think it is all of the above! Just as many trans women experience gender-based oppression before they come out (even to themselves), some trans men do experience social treatment that just...isn't... what cis women undergo, regardless of how we might present at the time. This can be a complex melange of punishment for being GNC and some amount of protection from harassment or grudging respect of one's competence. It really depends!

People who are read as butch women by the larger world face horrific misogynistic abuses such as corrective rape, physical assault, and harassment, of course, but there are also some people who look that way or are on the trans masculine spectrum who are seen by those around them as "one of the guys" (not fully, but closer to), invisible in a somewhat positive way, or existing enough outside of the prevailing gender structure as to not be bothered a ton.

Much of this is shaped by forces like culture, class, and race. I've written about this before, but coming from a lower middle-class-to-working-class ish background, it was considered very normal for women to have masculine qualities, and indeed this was respected. If anything I was socially punished for my femininity not my masculinity, growing up. People responded well to my low voice, authoritativeness, etc. In the female-dominated spaces I have worked in (like psychology), this continued. I was both othered for being weird and bad at being a woman, and also taken seriously because I comported myself with masculine entitlement. All of this was before I transitioned at all.

I don't know your specific positionality but since you were a speech and debate nerd type as well, I imagine we have some experiences in common. The style of communication those fields promote are pretty androgynous or masculine, if you wanna call it that, and it's generally pretty well tolerated for a "woman" to like wearing suits, having a practical no-fuss haircut and style, to speak in a low voice, and to have certain masculine qualities. Not to mention all the roleplay you were doing in that position (because you were playing an evil American imperialist). There's a bit of a buffer you get from certain forms of sexism when you present in that way in that milleiu. I remember when I was doing speech and debate I consistently got really high scores and I was an aggressive, clipped, self-confident type in masculine suits. A peer of mine who was equally talented (class valedictorian, very skillful and brilliant) got awful ballots from judges commenting on how she dressed, the pitch of her voice, using the word "like" too much, etc -- she was a far more feminine woman than me. Little things like that stand out to me as reflecting male privileges I had all my life.

But of course, it's always a mix! Part of the reason I could 'get away' with positioning myself as a woman with masculine characteristics back then was that I could do so while still remaining conventionally attractive. I was thin, I had long hair, I still looked "pretty" without putting any energy into my appearance, I just carried myself in a masculine ish way. I was like Elizabeth Holmes or whatver. That is a VERY different position to be in than a fat butch woman for instance, especially one of color. So many factors here that intersect and complicate these things!

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- Heartfelt Cooking

summary: “Not the kind of mess I was expecting”

- pairing: top!soobin x btm!beomgyu

content: nsfw, smut, rough kitchen sex, anal sex, dominant and big dick soobin, sub beomgyu, lots of fucking, food play??

- note: well this took ages to finish, forgot how “content” works lol, mdni.

"Hyung, can I ask you something?" Beomgyu's voice was timid, a stark contrast to the boisterous laughter echoing from the other members' dorm room. Soobin looked up from his book, a furrow of confusion etched into his brow. He was used to the younger member's boundless energy, not this tentative approach.

Soobin set his book down, leaning against the headboard of his bed. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh daylight out. "What's up, Beomgyu?" he asked, his tone cold but gentle.

Beomgyu bit his bottom lip, his eyes darting around the room. "Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something." He paused, his cheeks flushing pink. "I'm trying to make dinner for everyone tonight, but I'm not really good at cooking," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soobin raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You want me to help you cook?" It was rare for any of the members to take charge in the kitchen, especially when it came to preparing a meal for the whole group. But the thought of spending some quality time with Beomgyu was didn’t sound too bad. "Alright, what's on the menu?"

Beomgyu's eyes lit up with relief. "I was thinking of making bulgogi," he said, his voice growing more confident. "But I don't know if I can handle the marinade."

Soobin nodded. "Sounds good to me." He pushed himself off the bed and stood up, stretching his long frame. "Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can whip up."

Beomgyu led the way, his heart pounding in his chest. As they entered the kitchen, the smell of garlic and soy sauce filled the air, remnants of past culinary attempts. Soobin grabbed an apron from the hook by the door and tossed it to Beomgyu, who caught it with a giggle. "Put this on," he said, tying his own apron around his waist. "We don't want you getting all messy."

Beomgyu obeyed, tying the apron strings into a neat bow at the back. As he turned around, Soobin reached out to grab the marinade ingredients from the fridge, accidentally brushing against Beomgyu's butt. The contact was fleeting, but electric. Beomgyu froze, his eyes going wide. Soobin pretended not to notice, focusing on the bottles of sauces before him. But inside, he felt his body respond to the unintentional touch. He hadn't realized how much he'd been craving such tension.

He cleared his throat and turned back to face Beomgyu, who was still standing there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Soobin took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Beomgyu nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he managed to say, though his voice trembled slightly. Soobin could see the question in his eyes, the silent plea for more. The air between them growing thick with anticipation.

Without warning, Soobin grabbed Beomgyu's wrist, pulling him closer. "Why don't you start by cutting the vegetables?" he murmured, his breath hot against Beomgyu's ear. Beomgyu nodded, his heart racing as he took the knife with a shaky hand. Soobin stepped in behind him, pressing his firm body against the smaller man's, his hands covering Beomgyu's as they guided the knife through the carrots and onions.

Their presence felt mutually intoxicating, and Beomgyu could feel Soobin's arousal growing. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but the heat from Soobin's body was making it difficult. Soobin leaned down, whispering instructions into his ear as he ground his hips into Beomgyu's backside. "Make sure they're all the same size," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. Beomgyu's breath hitched as he felt the hardness growing against his lower back.

Unable to resist any longer, Soobin spun Beomgyu around, pushing him against the counter. He claimed the younger man's lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep. Beomgyu melted into the embrace, his body responding instinctively. He wrapped his arms around Soobin's neck, pulling him closer.

Soobin's hands roamed down Beomgyu's body, slipping under the apron to grope his ass. He squeezed it firmly, eliciting a gasp from Beomgyu's lips. The fabric of their clothes was no barrier to the heat building between them. He untied Beomgyu's apron, letting it fall to the floor. Beomgyu's eyes never left Soobin's as he reached down to unbuckle the older man's belt.

The sound of the belt being unbuckled was like a gunshot in the quiet kitchen, echoing through the room. Soobin stepped back, his pants falling to his ankles, revealing his massive erection straining against his boxers. Beomgyu stared, his eyes wide with both fear and excitement. Soobin's hand slid down to cup Beomgyu's cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. "You want this, don't you?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Beomgyu nodded, unable to find his voice. He could feel his own cock twitch in his pants, desperate for Soobin's touch. Soobin leaned in and kissed him again, his teeth nipping at Beomgyu's bottom lip. He pushed Beomgyu down onto the counter, the cold surface sending a shiver through his body. He stepped in between Beomgyu's legs, his cock nudging at the younger man's stomach.

With a quick yank, Soobin pulled Beomgyu's pants down, exposing his plump ass. He groaned at the sight, his hand reaching out to caress the smooth skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Beomgyu whimpered, his face flushing with arousal.

Soobin stepped back, his cock now fully exposed, standing tall and proud. He took a moment to appreciate the way Beomgyu's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was massive. He slammed Beomgyu's legs apart and positioned himself at the entrance of his tight, pink hole.

With a smirk, Soobin grabbed the bottle of oil they'd planned to use for the bulgogi and drizzled a generous amount onto Beomgyu's ass. The younger boy squirmed at the cold sensation, his cheeks pressing into the counter. Soobin chuckled, his own excitement growing. He rubbed the oil into the soft skin, making sure every inch was coated. His finger hovered at the entrance, and with a swift motion, he pushed it in, making Beomgyu gasp.

"You're so tight, baby," Soobin murmured, his voice a mix of praise and a challenge. Beomgyu moaned, his body quivering with anticipation. Soobin added another finger, stretching him gently but insistently. Beomgyu's nails dug into the countertop as he tried to adjust to the sensation. "You're going to take all of me," Soobin said, his voice a dark promise.

Beomgyu could only nod, his eyes screwed shut, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt Soobin's thumb circling his hole, and he cried out, his hips bucking against the intrusion. "Hyung, please," he begged, his voice needy.

Soobin's grin was wicked as he finally lined up the head of his cock with Beomgyu's hole. "Please what?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"Please, hyung," Beomgyu whimpered, his voice shaking with need. "Please fuck me."

Soobin's chuckle was low and dark as he lined up his cock, the tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle. "As you wish," he murmured, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Beomgyu's scream was muffled by the palm Soobin had clamped over his mouth, his body arching off the counter as he was filled completely.

"That's it," Soobin whispered, his voice a sinful caress in Beomgyu's ear. "Take it all baby..." He began to move, his hips snapping back and forth in a rough rhythm that made the kitchen table shake. Beomgyu's eyes watered with the pain, but he could feel the beginnings of pleasure unfurling within him. Soobin's grip on his waist was bruising, his thrusts deep and unyielding.

"You're mine," Soobin said, his voice harsh with desire. "Mine to fuck whenever I want." Beomgyu moaned in response, his body already betraying him, his walls clenching around the thick intrusion. Soobin's hand slid down to grip Beomgyu's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a seductive whisper. "You like it when your hyung takes control, hm?"

Beomgyu's eyes rolled back in his head as Soobin hit his prostate, the sensation overwhelming. He nodded frantically, his voice lost in a symphony of moans and whimpers. Soobin's strokes grew faster, his grip tightening, as he pushed Beomgyu closer and closer to the edge. The kitchen was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of Soobin's cock sliding in and out of Beomgyu's tight ass, and their mingled gasps for air.

"Look at me," Soobin demanded, his hand releasing Beomgyu's mouth. The younger boy's eyes snapped open, his pupils blown with lust as he stared up at Soobin. The older man's face was flushed, his eyes hooded with desire, and his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. "You're going to come for me," Soobin murmured, his voice thick with dominance. "You're going to scream my fucking name."

Beomgyu's hips rolled back, taking Soobin deeper, his body desperate for the release it knew was coming. The muscular top leaned in closer, his cock pistoning in and out of Beomgyu's ass. "Hyung," Beomgyu moaned, his voice a sweet, keening sound that sent shockwaves through Soobin's body. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice high and tight.

Soobin's hand tightened on Beomgyu's cock, his strokes quickening. "Do it," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me. Show me how much you love your hyung's cock." The words were a catalyst, and with a strangled cry, Beomgyu's body convulsed, spilling hot ropes of cum across the counter. The sight was almost too much for Soobin to handle, his own orgasm barreling down on him like a freight train.

He pulled out abruptly, tearing a gasp from Beomgyu's throat. Before the younger member could recover, Soobin turned him around, pushing him onto all fours. He grabbed Beomgyu's hips, pulling him back onto his still-hard cock. The feeling of Beomgyu's warm, sticky cum coating his length only served to drive Soobin wilder. "You're such a good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Now let me show you how much I appreciate it."

Beomgyu's eyes rolled back as Soobin began to pound into him from behind, his hands gripping the counter for dear life. The older man's grip on his hips was unyielding, his thrusts deep and rough. Each time Soobin hit his prostate, Beomgyu's body jolted with pleasure, his knees sliding on the slick countertop. "Your ass is so tight," Soobin groaned, his voice a dark symphony of lust. "So perfect for my big cock."

The kitchen was their personal playground now, the scent of arousal mingling with the faint smell of marinade. Beomgyu could feel Soobin's cock swelling even more, stretching him to his limits. The pain was delicious, a thrilling reminder of who was in charge. "That's it," Soobin encouraged, his breath hot and ragged in Beomgyu's ear. "Take it all. You love it, don't you? You love your hyung's cock."

Beomgyu's response was a garbled moan, his words lost in the haze of pleasure. He felt Soobin's thumb dig into the flesh of his hip as the other hand slapped his ass, the sound echoing in the small space. "Look at this jiggly ass," Soobin growled, giving it a firm squeeze. "So perfect. So tempting." Each slap was followed by a deep, punishing thrust, pushing Beomgyu closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

The younger boy's body was a canvas of sensation, Soobin's touch painting a masterpiece of desire and submission. He arched his back, pushing back against his hyung's cock, eager for more. "Please, hyung," he begged, his voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop." His words were a siren's song, urging Soobin onward.

Soobin's grip on Beomgyu's hips tightened, his thrusts growing more forceful. He reveled in the younger man's vulnerability, his own pleasure skyrocketing. "You want more, baby?" he taunted, his voice a dark melody. "You want me to fill you up?" Beomgyu nodded frantically, his cheek pressing against the cold counter.

With a feral grin, Soobin pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making Beomgyu's body quiver. The younger man's eyes squeezed shut, and a scream tore from his throat. "Hyung!" he cried out, the word a desperate plea. Soobin felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock swelling even more. He quickened his pace, his hips slapping against Beomgyu's ass with each powerful thrust.

Beomgyu's moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with Soobin's. He felt so full, so claimed by the man he'd longed for. He could feel Soobin's cock thickening, the veins bulging, and knew he was close. The pressure built inside him, a coil of ecstasy tightening in his stomach. "Hyung, hyung," he chanted, his voice breaking on the word.

Soobin's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. He leaned over Beomgyu, his hands gripping the counter on either side of the younger man's body. His eyes bore into Beomgyu's, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to handle. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth clenched. "Say it."

Beomgyu's voice was a desperate whine. "Y-yes, hyung." His body was a livewire, each nerve ending singing with pleasure. "I'm yours."

Soobin's smile was one of pure triumph as he heard the words fall from Beomgyu's lips. With one final, brutal thrust, he reached his peak, flooding Beomgyu's insides with his hot, sticky seed. The younger man screamed, the sound raw and unfiltered, echoing through the kitchen as his body clenched around Soobin's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of Soobin's cum filling him up.

Soobin leaned over, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving Beomgyu's. He watched the younger man's face contort with pleasure, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. Beomgyu's mouth was open in a silent "O," his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. "Such a good boy," Soobin murmured, his voice filled with pride.

Gently, Soobin withdrew, the absence of his cock leaving Beomgyu feeling both empty and relieved. He slumped onto the counter, his legs shaking, as Soobin turned him around to face him. The older member's expression softened as he took in the sight of Beomgyu's flushed face and the sheen of sweat that coated his body. He reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from Beomgyu's cheek. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tender.

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Yeah," he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse from his cries. Soobin pulled him into a warm embrace, cradling his head against his broad chest. Beomgyu could feel the rapid beat of Soobin's heart, a comforting rhythm that helped to soothe his own racing pulse.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies sticky from their exertion. Soobin reached for the apron that had fallen to the floor, using it to clean them both up. He was careful not to be too rough, his touch gentle and soothing as he wiped the sweat from Beomgyu's forehead and the cum from his chin. Beomgyu's legs felt like jelly, but he was content to lean into Soobin's embrace, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Once they were both cleaned up, Soobin pulled Beomgyu to his feet, his hands lingering on the younger man's hips. "Not the kind of mess I was expecting" he joked, his voice a low rumble that made Beomgyu's stomach flip. The submissive boy nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he slid off the counter. The kitchen was a mess, ingredients scattered across the counter and a fine mist of oil coating the surface.

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What's In A Name

dragon!Sylus x blind!oracle!Reader

Series Masterlist - Chapter One - Prev Chapter

Today has been rough, but I still wanted to get out this chapter since it's already written up

Warnings: injuries, pain, banter

Word Count: 1,005

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You hiss as you carefully pour the medicine over your palm. The bottle clatters against the floor, unintentionally. The pain is all you can think about, willing the sting to fade so you can keep working. As soon as it becomes bearable, you pick up the roll of cloth from your lap and work through feel alone to line it over your hand and start wrapping it. It’s not the best job ever, but it’ll do. Hopefully.

You repeat the actions on the other side. Soon enough, your hands are as well treated as you can manage. You feel the ends of the cloth, checking that they’re secure and won’t come unraveling.

Something almost giddy wafts up in your chest. You giggle dumbly as you open and close your hands, testing the limits of the wraps. “Hey, not bad!” you say to yourself. “Hah! I knew I could do it!”

Your cheering voice echoes back to you, slowly petering off into nothing. The silence sours the glee. You sigh and wrap your arms around yourself.

You have no idea what time it is, no idea where you actually are, and no idea where the stranger went off to. All you do know is that the longer you sit here on the thin sheet meant to be your bed, the more aware of your exhaustion you become.

You try to set everything where you can find it again. The room is small, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.

You feel out how long the sheet is. It’s not even half as wide as you are tall, but you’ll have to make do. You wrap it tightly around your shoulders and lay down slowly on the rock floor with your arm acting as a pillow. You wrap your cold feet tightly in whatever excess blanket you have left.

With a quiet prayer to Astra, you let yourself be consumed by a restless sleep. Visions of darkness, blood, and flowers, and a story that spans hundreds of years.

-

“Has your god seen fit to answer my prayer, yet?”

“He has, actually.” You walk alongside the edge of what you can only fathom to be a pile of gold. The metal coins dig into your feet, but that you can handle just fine. It’s when a gem is suddenly underfoot that you’re cursing and trying to brush it aside. You can feel his smug look every single time it happens.

You hear metal clinking against metal a short ways behind you. “And?”

You shoot a sly grin in that direction. “Why should I tell you? What would I get in return?”

He huffs an amused laugh. “What do you want in return?”

“Fresh food and water, and new clothes. It’s freezing in here, you know? And I haven’t eaten anything since…” You trail off, thinking. “What time is it, anyway?”

“You’re demanding a lot for a simple prophecy, pet.”

“Oh?” You turn away, walking along the mounds of treasure again. “Then I guess you’re not interested in what your future holds? Pity. I found it quite interesting.”

He sighs. Good. Serves the bastard right for kidnapping you. You hope he regrets it every single day. Though… whether he’d kill you over it is definitely a risk.

“I’ll get you some food. There’s a spring in the tunnels that you can get your water from. As for clothes…” You turn to listen better as you hear furniture creaking. Heavy footfalls approach, rounding you. “I have some tucked away. Whether they’ll fit you or not is questionable.”

“Are they good quality?”

“They’re better than your tattered rags. Does that suffice?”

You hum, considering. “Your destiny is going to be intertwined with someone else’s.”

He scoffs. “That’s it?”

“Until I’ve had a proper meal, yeah! Besides, I’m still trying to decipher some of what the prophecy is saying.” You cross your arms over your chest with a frown. “It’s like it spans millennia, but that shouldn’t be possible.”

He’s blessedly silent for a minute, giving you time to consider this predicament, before something hard nudges at your back. “Come on, pet. I’ll show you where the clothes are.”

You follow the clinking of metal under his shoes out of the chamber. “Stop calling me that! My name is Y/N, I’m not a pet, least of all yours, and I’m not some helpless ‘little thing’ for you to toy with!”

He tests your name on his tongue. It’s startling to hear it said in your captor’s voice. Perhaps you should have held your tongue and let him continue insulting you. A name can be a dangerous thing, after all.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one.”

“What?!” you balk. “You must have one! What am I supposed to call you?”

You run into something solid and warm. The heat of his breath brushes your skin again as he whispers teasingly into your ear. “You can always call me master.”

You try to shove his face away with no luck. He laughs at your efforts, but gives you space once more. “Not in a million years. What about…” You wrack your brain for any semblance of something he liked from what little you could piece together. “Silver? Or Gold, or something?”

He chuckles. “I’m a bit more precious than that.”

“Okay, fine, then how about, um, Jewel? Jewels are better than silver and gold, aren’t they?” You hear him sigh, long and drawn out. The clinking of coins follows his footsteps. You trail after. “Look, give me something to work with here!”

“Jewel is fine. I don’t need a mortal’s name anyway.”

“That’s the second time you’ve specifically called out mortals,” you point out. The airflow in the cave changes as you step from the grand treasure chamber (this guy has some weird hobbies) to the closed-in tunnels. You’re grateful when you hear him bypass the stairs. “What are you if not a mortal, too?”

“Like I said before, maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

You sigh. “Jewel, you are one strange guy.”

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