#the superior speci

[angstitty]

Like babe please. The mf could shoot both my legs with a shotgun and I’d still happily praise him

[the-way-astray]

nobody ever talks about the fact that the elves and other species are right about humans. we have destroyed this planet and shannon is right to talk about it. but all anybody talks about is the "the elves hate humans unfairly!!!!" stuff like yeah. but also no. they have pretty valid reasons. imagine if there was some species ruining the ecosystem and your government was doing absolute jackshit about it, like it would be difficult not to feel superior about it

[voidcat]

baby vampire narumi who picks you to be one of his first...

you're easy on the eyes, pretty compliant looking and he's sure he has overheard you discuss with friends that you find the whole 'vampire scene' to be hot. easy prey, he thinks. and as a bonus, it'll be his stupid form of get back. him and you have never been on good terms and he just cannot wait to see the expression on your face when you realize the alluring, charming vampire that has approached you turns out to be the guy you've been looking down at and calling an idiot this whole time.

what he didn't account for- is that your approach from start to finish is too fishy... is that vampire fantasy perhaps not just a fantasy but an experience already? how come you seem to be one step ahead of him, what's with the gradual change in your demeanor that he otherwise wouldn't have noticed were he not looking forward to your absolute surprise-

until he realizes a little too late that the hunter has been the prey this whole time. sure, there were rumors of older vampires around, not just by years but experience too, master of some of the vampiric crafts or just the life of the night- nothing but pure, filthy, demonic blood coursing through their veins unless currently feeding on their latest course.

fangs glinting under the dim lights of the candles and pupils like two slits cutting through the night, narumi didn't account for the possibility of you being one of them, is all

[sportsthoughts]

elf!sid spotted - pregame 19/3/24

[myfairkatiecat]

So I was thinking about the whole elves-being-naturally-prettier-than-humans thing because that was always sort of weird to me when I FINALLY think I figured it out.

Humans used to know about the elves, and there are some things they still remember—hence myths about Atlantis and such. Reality is, humans and elves resembled each other in a lot of ways, but elves put themselves on a pedestal as better than every other species (that’s, like, canon, and better be addressed more fully at some point?) and that’s probably a part of the reasons humans “betrayed” the elves—they got sick of hearing that elves were better.

But it was just sort of implanted in their minds, though they weren’t fans of the idea, and elves didn’t go to great lengths to erase that idea from their minds. So humans remember myths and some things about elves, and Atlantis being the underwater city………and beauty standards.

It’s not that elves are naturally prettier than humans. It’s that human beauty standards are shaped around the natural looks of elves.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[roxalicious]

thinking about marcille treating falin like a kid even tho thats a woman in her 20s and like... elven tendencies to treat everyone from short-lived races as children aside, marcille probably just has no idea how she's supposed to treat anyone.

elven age of maturity is 80, and if we keep in mind tallmen's is 16, that means 80 is probably still on the younger side for our modern standards. marcille is 50 so to elves she'd be like 10, but obviously she's an adult so she mustve aged impossibly fast (at a human rate from ages 41 to 50, since it sounds like she grew alongside falin?), and has no way of figuring out how old she is compared to anyone else, even though she grew up surrounded by people from short-lived races (which would probably give a regular elf at least a general idea)

[ms-revived-frogs]

The process of a caterpillar undergoing completely natural physical changes to become a butterfly is very different from a human injecting themselves with cross sex hormones and undergoing major surgeries to appear as the opposite sex.

One is natural and one is forced.

But thank you for proving how dumb your people's logic is.

[hiskillingjar]

it's for you, only you

Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Punishment, Overstimulation, Bondage, Nipple Play Length: 1300+ words

another very kind request from @decafdoodlez for her oc, Rina, again, thank you so much, allie <3!

my fic commissions are open, so if you want a fic of your own, enquire within!

It wasn't uncommon for Marina to be pinned down to a bed that wasn't hers, her body spread out like a display piece, an animal skin to be stuffed, a specimen to be dissected, and unable to move.

It was less common that she didn't know the reason, though. 

Fox was normally good enough to, at least, explain himself before he tortured her to the brink of madness. 

Sometimes he even offered her the chance to explain herself first, to earn her freedom (or exchange something for it).

She had the sense, though, as the harness around her waist and thighs was tightened and the already buzzing hitachi was slotted into place against her weeping cunt, that she wasn’t going to get the chance to bargain for any kind of freedom now.

Somehow, after what felt like hours, the ‘pleasure’ was slowly becoming more painful than actual pain was.

And, what was worse and despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to pull or even lightly jerk away from the unrelenting, maddening buzz of the vibrator, no matter how hard she tried, and her hips were throbbing from the effort of it.

"You know that squirming like that is going to do you no good," Fox chided at her side, tilting his head wryly as his tail wagged, back and forth. His eyes wrinkled in the corners as he smiled, almost fondly, watching as she continued to twitch and writhe. “If anything, it’ll just make your bindings more uncomfortable. You wouldn’t like that, now, would you, pet?”

“Hhh…” Marina groaned against the whiffle-ball gag, her heaving breaths coming out as moans and whistling gasps as she pulled at her cuffs a little harder. 

The hard plastic between her teeth had no give in the slightest, no opportunity for any relief or something to dig her teeth into, and the cheap leather dug painfully into the sides of her mouth, sure to induce irritation and maybe injury.

He could afford better than this, she thought, with another whimpering moan. He HAD given her better than this.

He was punishing her with cheap bondage that would leave cuts and scrapes behind in their wake. 

He must have been in a bad mood, in spite of his sharp grin and smiling eyes.

"Now..." He murmured thoughtfully, pacing towards her middle and leaning over her, like he was conducting some kind of inspection.

She shivered, feeling the pressure of his palm on the wand's handle, the thick plastic pressed right up against her soft belly, her womb. 

"Since you need a lesson in manners and, well, basic instruction, it seems…" He let out a chuckle through his nose, toying with the scroll button of the wand and taunting her with a higher volume. "What are you to call me in public, dearest?"

"Fhhh," 

The air of words escaped through the gag in a splutter of drool and spit, and she managed a click of her tongue behind it, creating a 'ks' sound. 

‘Fox’. Right. Now she remembered.

She had made the mistake of referring to him by his real name in front of other people. Employees, nobody that mattered, but it was still one of the few things that made him nervous, and he didn’t appreciate the degree of leverage that she could have over him.

"Louder." He said sternly, pushing the vibrator up another notch, his golden eyes narrowing. “What’s my name, Rina?” 

"Fhhks-!" She yelped out loudly, squeezing her eyes shut as the toy jolted out another painful pulse of white-hot pleasure. 

“Ah, there we go. That’s a good girl, you haven’t forgotten.” Fox praised, though his tone lacked its usual affection and was, instead, condescending and lilting, like he was teasing her as he so often did. “I had to make sure, you know, since you made that mistake…”

His claw flicked forward and he turned up the wand again, listening to Marina’s pained shriek as he did so.

“I really ought to be stricter on you. You make us sound so personable, darling,” He then said with another tilt of his head and a derisive click of his tongue, his ears tilting forward. “I really can’t have people thinking I’m going easy on you, letting you get away with misbehaving.”

Marina shook her head helplessly with another helpless whimper, her cuffed hands twisting tight above her head (cheap leather digging into her pale skin).

“I know, I know,” He continued, almost casually, like he was discussing the weather. “I really do hate to be so cruel to you, but, well…” He let out another laugh, practised and impersonal (like this was all an act, a game, like he wasn’t being honest with her). “Needs must!”

With that, he reached down and turned the toy up another agonising notch, the incessant buzzing now louder and faster than it had been before. 

Fox’s expression softened indulgently, a fat cat with a dish full of cream, a predator staring at its prey, as Marina tipped her head back with a pained sob, her soft thighs trembling on either side of the wand’s rumbling head and her back arching, like she was a woman possessed.

“This is all for you to learn, Rina,” He murmured, leaning in even closer, resting a knee beside her bound body and bringing their faces close together. “You don’t use my name in front of anyone, do you?”

Marina whimpered helplessly and shook her head, her violet eyes squeezing shut as Fox trailed a sharp claw around one of her nipples, plush and puffy and…incredibly tempting.

“Knowing it is a privilege I’ve given you…don’t make me regret treating you so kindly.”

“Ah-hah,” She gurgled and nodded her head obediently, her expression only growing tighter as Fox pressed the tip of his claw down against her breast, digging in deep, threatening to break the skin and make her bleed. 

He licked his lips at the very idea.

“Mm, yes.” He hummed, his voice even softer, tilting his head again before dipping his head down to tongue at her chest. “Such a good girl…”

“Upfff-!” She gasped, her eyes shooting wide as another splutter of drool oozing out of the whiffle gag, around the tight straps and down her chin. 

Her entire body was trembling and spasming while Fox dragged his teeth over the sensitive bud of her nipple and turned up the toy another notch. The chains of the cheap cuffs pulled hard against the metal headboard (the sound making them both tense and flinch) as she tried, desperately, to fight against the wand's thrumming torture, though to no avail.

Tears were beading in her eyes, and she was near sobbing from the need for some degree of release, something, anything-

To Marina’s shock, a gush of liquid suddenly shot from between her legs and on the expensive sheets, accompanied by a high, somehow more pained shriek.

"...You didn't just come without permission, did you?" Fox asked after a beat of silence, raising a brow and looking back towards her. 

"Hfff-" Marina wheezed as she bashfully tried to hide her face against her bicep, her exhaustion clear in her red face as her body went slack on the bed, feeling a bead of sweat run down her temple.

"Well, that's no good," Fox said with a sigh, sitting up on his knees with a considered look. "No, no, no good at all..."

A thoughtful expression came to his face and he idly rubbed his chin for a moment or two. And Marina might have been worried about his intentions (as nefarious as they often were), had the toy not still been buzzing away between her legs.

“I’m afraid, my dear,” He then said, lowering himself back down to her level again, a vicious twinkle of malice in his golden eyes. “That we’ll need to do this until I can be sure you’ve learned your lesson.

“Hah?” She whimpered, her eyes wide at the threat.

“Not to worry…it shouldn’t take longer than,” He cocked his head with a mean smile. “Another hour or so? I hope you didn’t have any plans tonight, darling~”

Marina didn’t have the opportunity to respond before Fox was pushing the toy up another unbearable notch, making her let out a miserable moan from her spread lips, and forcing her body through the mind-numbing torture.

Again and again and again…

[shitpostingkats]

This is quite literally the worst possible way to break the news to someone that their family member was mercilessly killed by corporate scumbags. Ryoken I am picking you up and shaking you. You are singlehandedly pushing ai-human-relations towards a breaking point with just one sentence. I'm siding with Ai on this one. If someone came up to me and said "Lol your brothers dead, they made him into scrambled eggs" I would also decide that humanity was worth destroying. If a redditor lounged smirkily across the table IN MY HOUSE and told me this, while sparkling like a bishonen boi in his E3 business blazer and lilac V neck, I simply can't be held responsible what happens next.

[aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen]

Dex says:

Eat The Rich✨✨

[ketamachine]

My dysphoria is literally so misogynistic it'll be like "no don't take the pink cup, pink is for girls" and I'm just like ??? Literally never in my life have I had a problem with boys in pink unless that boy is me apparently

[anarchonist]

That post about guilt and shame only being effective as deterrents but not in inspiring anyone to change their behavior in any meaningful way got me thinking about those other posts about progressive circles consisting way too much of people not with a desire to do something right but instead with a fear of doing something wrong, and...

Yeah. Those two are related. Guilt and shame are the weapons of the status quo, designed to instill in everyone with a conscience a fear of failure, of hurting others, of being a bad person. And it's pretty fucked up when people are being shamed for that, since, well, shame doesn't inspire any meaningful change. So the problem persists, deepens, even. Since by shaming someone for not getting over that shame, you've now discouraged them from thinking about that instilled shame and maybe finding a solution.

It's shame and guilt all the way down. Perhaps shame and guilt could be used against people who tend to shame and guilt others in order to shame and guilt them out of shaming and guilting others? I don't know. And that's a true shame.

[satans-codpiece]

this is making me insane. how optimus prime envisions megatron is so bafflingly horny. So i get psychically blasted with stealth bomber pussy shot on his fucking throne fingerblasting a skull. i need him. i need him.

and immediately take the psychic damage of Megatron's vision of himself smiling, back in his previous body and beloved.

[frostybearpaws]

ya know

I just gotta say I’m not really vibing with SNW’s gorn hatred. The show runners are trying to paint them as this Ultimate Evil creature. SNW has established that Gorn are asexual (?) parasitoids. But it’s so surface level, they’re being boiled down to horror movie monsters and that’s kind of getting old. I want at least SOME questions to be answered. There’s so many that this show has raised and then just left to hang. But most of all I want to know the WHY behind their actions. It would add perspective and a much needed depth to gorn world building.

What the gorn are doing IS monstrous. But the gorn themselves are not pure evil (as much as the show runners want us to think they are). Similar to what Neera said to La’an, they’re individuals with the capacity to do good or bad things.

Currently they’re doing a bad thing, now SNW tell me WHY?

[variousqueerthings]

im watching a danish 1918 silent film called "himmelskibet" (the sky ship/spaceship) and it's interesting from several perspectives

for one, i enjoy the idea that these people have the notion of going to space and build a spaceship (an incredibly charming spaceship) in 2 years and it works! lifts ve-e-e-e-r-y slowly out of the atmosphere over the course of several days

for two, they're going to mars. which in 1918 reads differently im sure, than in 2024 and the rich colonialism wet dream -- also because in this movie mars is in fact populated, so it's actually not colonialist in the way it might have been x amount of years later in space-exploration cinema and the martians are depicted as being far more civilised (and also more... back-to-the-earth, we'll get to all of That) than earthlings, which is interesting

for three, they build the spaceship and point it towards mars, but don't have the tools to gauge how long it'll take to actually get there -- they calculate a presumed date before they leave, but whilst on the spaceship just have no idea where they are? this isn't deep, it's just funny to me

point the fourth. mars is populated. it's populated by a bunch of very human-looking aliens, because it's 1918 and the only difference between us and aliens is that the aliens are fruitarian hippies who all wear long robes (yeah, i can buy that) who have overcome everything bad that humanity currently is. the message is a hopeful one, with the lead martian saying "what we are, you will become"

the martian society is presented as a utopia. they're fruitarians, they've got no crime, no violence, and in what feels like some of the most long-lasting of political ideas, when the astronauts bring violence with them, they are made to think about it, but not punished (and there's some christian repent vibes to it, but it's not too egregious as to not work as concept -- the movie as a whole is very christian in feel though) and the protagonist considers how evil it is to throw people into prisons on earth. there's also a whole thing about embracing/celebrating death, rather than fearing it, which i wanna roll around in my head for a bit

but... the film tries very hard to juxtapose this utopian ideal with earth, however can't figure out how to make that work in imagery, or even put its finger on what is actually wrong with earth society that violence abounds in the first place (you'd think there might be some wwi imagery in there, but no, not a one -- its way of "showing violence" is random young well-dressed people on the street assaulting an elderly man and laughing, or smoking and dancing, or implied sex before marriage...)

all the scientists/leaders on mars are men, while the women... idk, frolic in beautiful dresses (there are a couple of interesting women in this, but they're not The Thinkers, they're The Feelers). they're all white and christian (if, danish christians rather than american christians). they're all thin and able-bodied and "beautiful." there's a scene where the women dance "a chastity dance." it begs the eternal question of "wait is this actually portraying a white supremacist eugenics cult?" WHICH is not what the movie wants to say, it very much wants to say something about anti-violence idealism as the future for humanity, it's like. got its heart in the right place, even if the final messaging is "we take this woman from a higher culture and within her lie the seeds for a superior earth," which hmm.. yeah. ive. ive heard things like that said before. not about a martian

it's interesting what kind of shorthand we have for storytelling. how the people making this movie undoubtedly were trying to think of the most visually effective way of conveying utopia, and how that imagery is mainly used today to make a viewer go "uh oh" to the extent that i almost briefly wondered if there was going to be another shoe about to drop, even though the movie hadn't been going in that direction at all

very much enjoyed it on the whole though. a moment in time. a very very early scifi film. ye olde danish text

And the most important thing.

Behold A Spaceship:

[rogers-attic]

i like how the american dad fandom collectively headcanons that roger had terrible, ab//sive parents back on his home planet

like take a look at this goofy alien guy: hes an alc//h//lic, he has traits of a multiple personality disorder, hes an addict, he has very clear abandonment issues and went on a family bender, he smokes; all those things right there are DEFINITELY trauma responses like he clearly has LOTS of trauma he isnt properly dealing with

he even keeps his dad in the smiths freezer and takes a bite of it every year on his bday for gods sake like he aint right in the head