#there is sex you have been warned

[canisalbus]

What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

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[serpentinegraphite]

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[folerdetdufoler]

hello

I’ve probably sent a similar ask before but could you please rec skam blogs you follow? Doesn’t matter if they’re OG or the international versions 🤗

gah, i don't really have any active skam recommendations for you! i looked at my following list and almost everyone is like "updated 4 years ago." people either moved on to different blogs, because i was only following skam sideblogs, or they grew out of tumblr. i do still see @vmcgmidlifecrisis and @decraziness posting regularly on my dashboard, but they also post whatever they fancy, not just skam. and i know of some people from discord, like @paralleluniversesfan and @evakuality and @mazarin01, but i haven't like, updated my dashboard to match discord names to blogs.

mostly what i do is check in the #skam tag and like or reblog from there, just to make sure i'm only seeing skam specific stuff.

[hey, if you post skam, like this post so anon and i can check out your blog!]

[indirectcomedian]

was not expecting to see such puritan takes on the wicked book series today. if you cant handle anything not made for children dont put that on everybody else lol

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

Picture if you will:

You are 14 years old, and like the rest of your class you are very, very happy today, because today you and your entire year (60-ish students) are not having any classes for the afternoon. No, you are travelling downtown, because there's a movie festival underway, and you've all been invited to watch a movie at an old cinema! Wahoo!

So you and your teachers get on public transport and make your way to the venue. It's a lovely sunny day, a slight chill in the air, and while you wait on the pedestrianised street outside between the rows of fancy old houses, your language teacher tells you about the origins of the literary quotes that are emblazoned all long this stretch of road. Apparently people have been complaining that the metallic letters become a slipping hazard when the streets freeze over in winter. Eventually, you are let through to the lobby.

The place is clearly old—in the classy way. It's not huge, but large at a sort of human scale. The auditorium looks more like an actual theatre than a cinema, courtesy of the floor being quite flat, with the dramatically arched ceiling towering at least three stories above your head. There appear to be balconies of additional seating stretching along either side of the deep room, though as it turns out they will remain empty on this occasion. You students seem to be almost the only ones in attendance.

Your school has plenty of room to spread out even just keeping to the ground floor. Friends group together in clusters with plenty of seats to spare between them, as you all sink onto the red velvet cushions. The backrests have dark wooden frames around the edges of the padding. You manage to get a place near the edge of a middling row, alongside your friends and only a few seats away from the aforementioned teacher. Even she, who spent much of her '70s youth in Paris, and who can be quite particular, comments on how nice the venue is.

There is a small strip of stage poking out just below the large silver screen, which is stretched up inside the frame of a heavy pair of red stage curtains, that have already been drawn apart. Silence falls as a presenter walks up to a podium on the stage. He informs you all that the movie you are about to watch is Italian, and that its director has flown over to be in the room with you for today's screening. This is his first film. He will be staying for a short interview as well as taking questions from the audience after the viewing is complete. So, without further ado: let's get on with the movie!

Clearly they are hoping this experience will make an impression and awaken the young audience's curiosity about films and filmmaking. And it really will be making an impression, because somewhere along the line, the communication between the organisers and the students now making up the vast majority of their audience has broken down. The teenagers have no idea what movie they are about to watch.

It's a film called Short Skin, a name that you are unlikely to forget in the coming decade or so. It revolves around a 17 year old boy with a medical condition called phimosis: a thickening of the foreskin which means it cannot stretch, preventing him from getting an erection without experiencing significant discomfort and pain. This, of course, takes a heavy toll on his relationships with girls his own age and his masculinity.

This is the movie that you will be spending the next hour and a half watching with your classmates in this spectacular cinema.

It goes just about as well as you might expect. As the story plays out, there are some fairly standard awkward teenage scenes, some budding romances held back by all the age-typical angst, and plenty of full nudity shots that get incredulous reactions in the room. Of course there's a general sniggering. A fair amount of half-scandalized, half-titillated exchanges in low voices between all-amazed friends up and down the many rows of seats. Apart from the ones who are staying as silent as mice, perhaps in the hopes that this will prevent them from associating with whatever is going on right here, right now. But what none of you can do is anticipate what is… about to come.

In their quest to become men this summer, the boy and his friend catch an octopus at the beach. He brings it home and washes it in the bathroom sink. This is when everyone collectively remembers a conversation from earlier in the film, where his friend was making some bold claims about the origins of the American word for figa. He's thinking about it. A close-up shows the tip actually touching it, then the front door slams and he quickly shoves the octopus back in its plastic bag. He brings it down to the kitchen—presumably to be disposed of after he has greeted his family. In the next scene, he arrives at dinner to find his mother and sister enjoying seafood.

He asks for the bread basket.

But we are not done! Oh, no no no no. He goes out, buys another octopus, brings it home to the same bathroom. In a sustained shot, from the level of his bare buttocks, hands holding the tentacles tightly wrapped around his hips, and his face and torso clearly visible in the mirror:

He fucks the octopussy.

When he is (finally) done, we hold on the following shot for long enough to permanently sear it into your memory:

You have half the movie left to go.

The audience has no questions for the director when the film is done. The teacher, who spent the entire movie making loudish mortified exclamations, says that if she'd known what movie you were invited to watch, she would have probably asked if they had another option.

I still got an afternoon off from lessons though, and a pretty good story to tell out of it as well, so I wasn't complaining.

[paranormaljones]

In the same boat with ghoulcy, the "ehh I could see it" camp. What was the fic that sold you on it?

Exactly, I find their current dynamic absolutely fascinating, regardless of what it turns into in the future. If they started to tend towards the romantic or if they just kept up whatever it is they have now, I honestly wouldn't be upset either way.

The fic that got me was An Equal Partnership by Emily_F6 on AO3. It's so incredibly well written and the characterizations are spot on. There are some graphically violent/sexual moments (which are denoted in the content warnings) and for personal reasons I scroll past those (mostly the sexual content, violence I can usually handle), but the rest of the fic makes skipping a few bits so worth it.

[carbonateddelusion]

somehow I always feel paranoid when I do sexual things with my ocs. reasonably I shouldn't be, I'm an adult, I tag properly so people can avoid it, but I'm still a little hesitant every time

[stergeon]

Rating: Mature (horny)

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Relationship(s): Edelgard von Hresvelg/Byleth Eisner

Words: 11.5k (2 chapters out of, theoretically, 3)

There's a new professor of the Black Eagles house, but it's not the one Edelgard and Hubert had planned to take on the role—and to make matters worse, Edelgard knows her. She could never forget her, or a single moment of that hot summer night when they met in Enbarr.

Worst of all, the professor doesn't seem to remember Edelgard.

AU in which Byleth and Edelgard meet by chance a few months before the start of White Clouds.

[mikereads]

Okay so I wasn’t looking for spoilers but the fact that none of you warned be about that certain scene with Eddie and Marisol shame on you. Like yes I was aware of the bts pic of her in a robe and the doubling down on him being straight was a high possibility but none of you mentioned it actually happened

[sunset-moth]

i feel like there's an important distinction between "robotfucking" and "having sex with robots." anyways i recommend my followers mute the robotfucking tag if they don't want to see me being horny for robots in weird, robot-specific ways

[victusinveritas]

Do not, under any circumstances, stick anything into the AI's Fleshlight. You have been warned.

Do you want Bladerunner? Because this is how we get Bladerunner.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Having now watched Bridgerton after resisting for years, all I can say is, if Anthony was my sibling and pulled that season two mess after all the trouble he caused me in my love life in season one...

*hands Daphne a knife and gets the hell out of her way*

[toxifoxx]

scratches back of head

[beastking-golion]

Finished my run of Mortum’s romance and.