#there's no shame in it and as long as there will be shame living with these issues or healing won't be easy or even possible

[seungisms]

perv!roommate!felix who absolutely loves living with you, he couldn’t ask for a better roommate. but sometimes you just make it so hard for him and his poor cock, especially when you’re prancing around in pretty little skirts and tiny tops that just seem to get smaller and smaller everyday

perv!roommate!felix who starts to think you almost do it on purpose, just to see him squirm and trip over his words when you catch him staring at your ass - blood rushing to his dick at the mere idea of you wanting his eyes on you

perv!roommate!felix who swears up and down he’s nothing but a gentleman, he just wants you to feel comfortable around him. but he often times finds himself laying alone in his room at night, briefs tangled around his ankles and dick so swollen and needy and begging for something other than his hand, imagining it was your cunt he was dribbling into instead of his hand - wanting nothing more than to bend you over and make you apologise on his cock for being such a goddamn tease. he’ll hardly be able to meet your eyes the next morning

perv!roommate!felix who has to excuse himself every morning when you walk around in your pathetic excuse of a towel, having the nerve to actually bend down right in front him, and he almost loses all self-control the second he steals a glance at your glistening pussy, looking so empty and sad without a cock spreading it open. and he can do nothing but get himself off yet again, too passive to actually call you out on your behaviour and he swears his dick is gonna fall off if he keeps relying on his hand, just praying he gets at least one taste of your sweet cunt in this lifetime

perv!roommate!felix who innocently offers to do your laundry for you every week, feeling his cock twitch in excitement when you happily hand your basket over, barely noticing your underwear drawer getting smaller and smaller as the weeks go by

perv!roommate!felix who feels so much shame when he sees the panties he’s collected peaking out from under his pillow, knowing he should just give them back to you already but they’re all so sticky and used with his cum - he couldn’t possibly stand the thought of you knowing how depraved he actually is

perv!roommate!felix who despite all his best efforts has an obsession with stealing your underwear and using them to get himself off, fisting them around his cock and imagining it was your pretty pussy he was fucking up into instead, or shoving them into his mouth to muffle the slutty groans he lets out while humping his pillow, a mess of drool and spit and cum staining the cute pink fabric

perv!roommate!felix who can’t stand the thought of your ever bringing someone home, so he’ll claim he’s just too uncomfortable with a stranger being in his apartment - but really he just hates the idea of someone else spreading you open on their cock, knowing he could fuck you so much better if you would just give him one chance

perv!roommate!felix who likes picking fights with you when you make a mess in the apartment, wanting nothing more than to fuck away the cute pout sitting on your lips when he scolds you

perv!roommate!felix who thinks you’re so pretty if it weren’t for your mouth, almost begging him to force his cock down your throat and shut you up once and for all

perv!roommate!felix who can’t find it in himself to be mad at you for long, especially not when he stumbles past your room later that night - he didn’t mean to look!! he swears!! but he’s never heard his name whined to prettily, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sloppy way you fuck your fingers into your pussy, itching to be filled with something bigger and heavier

perv!roommate!felix who hates himself for it but he just has to pull out his phone and snap a few photos in this state, all drooling and sweaty and fucked out for him

perv!roommate!felix who hardly ever invites the rest of the boys over, wanting to keep you all to himself - he especially hates watching you flirt with hyunjin all night, dying to fuck the bratty attitude out of you for even daring to think of anyone other than him

perv!roommate!felix who has to settle for fisting your used panties around his dick yet again, so desperately wishing it was your cute cunt he was rubbing against instead of the stupid frilly underwear you love so much

perv!roommate!felix who sometimes sneaks into your room when you’ve left for the day, curling into your sheets and using the lingering scent of your shampoo to coax himself to orgasm - eyes shifting away when you question him about the weird wet patch left behind on your sheets when you come home

perv!roommate!felix who finds himself ‘accidentally’  walking in on you in the shower more times than he can count, tumbling out half-assed apologies but he always seems to take a tad too long to actually leave

perv!roommate!felix who tries his best to act like he wasn’t dying to fuck you, but he could feel himself cave in with each passing day, especially with the fuck me eyes you follow him around with that he was so sure he was making up in his head - until finally he gives in and finds himself slipping into your bed one night when the swell of his dick is just too hard to ignore - pressing his hot cock against your clothed cunt and whimpering out when he feels your wetness build up against the fabric of your underwear, begging him to dip in just once and he just hopes and prays you won’t wake up to find him rutting against you like pervert

perv!roommate!felix who can only think with his dick and can’t help himself from desperately humping against you, the feeling of your warmth flooding his cock and his fingers are slipping down to nudge your panties to the side before he can even stop himself, swollen dick bumping against your pussy and he’s so far gone he wouldn’t be able to stop even if he wanted to

perv!roommate!felix who gets too carried away, he knows he should stop now before you wake up and find your sweet roommate playing with your pussy, but you're whimpering in your sleep and bucking down to meet his shallow thrusts, just an inch he tells himself and he’ll leave you alone

perv!roommate!felix who can’t stop at just an inch, he’s just too greedy - before he knows it he’s stuffed you full and you're all he can think, see or taste. and he doesn't know you've been awake this whole time, legs spread and waiting for him to make his move. and you're parting your lips to mock him for being so pathetic that he'd have to crawl into your bed at night but before you can he’s hammering into you like a man starved, embarrassed sobs of please, i’m so sorry, just need t’ cum falling from his lips as he chases his high - drunk on the feel of your plush walls swallowing him up

perv!roommate!felix who gets one taste of you and can’t seem to get enough

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: movie quotes associated with your future relationship

Hello and welcome to this reading! Here I will give you movie quotes that associate with your future relationship. I hope you enjoy this reading!

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The extended version of this reading can be found on my patreon, the link of which is here

Pile 1:

"I think I’d miss you even if we’d never met." – The Wedding Date (2005)

"You complete me." – Jerry Maguire (1996)

"I wish I knew how to quit you." – Brokeback Mountain (2005)

"I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly." – You’ve Got Mail (1998)

"To me, you are perfect." – Love Actually (2003)

"I love you. I’ve loved you for nine years. I’ve just been too arrogant and scared to realize it." – Crazy, Stupid, Love (2011)

"It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you." – The Fault in Our Stars (2014)

"You're my person." – Grey’s Anatomy (TV, but still iconic!)

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you." – Pride & Prejudice (2005)

"You are my greatest adventure." – The Incredibles (2004)

Extended reading

Pile 2:

"You make me want to be a better man." – As Good as It Gets (1997)

"I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." – Notting Hill (1999)

"After all... I'm just a man, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him." – Parallel moment in Notting Hill (1999)

"They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops… And that’s true." – Big Fish (2003)

"Sometimes you love a person for all the reasons they’re not like you. And sometimes, you love them for all the reasons they are." – Juno (2007)

"You had me at hello." – Jerry Maguire (1996)

"You were my new dream." – Tangled (2010)

"I wanted so badly to be good enough for you." – The Notebook (2004)

"I love how she makes me feel, like anything is possible." – 500 Days of Summer (2009)

"We’re like two peas in a pod, but one of us is cracked." – I couldn’t find where this was from, but this fit so perfectly I couldn’t not add it

Extended reading

Pile 3:

"It’s like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together." – Serendipity (2001)

"I will return. I will find you. Love you. Marry you. And live without shame." – Atonement (2007)

"I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up." – Silver Linings Playbook (2012)

"You and me. It’s a forever kind of thing." – Unknown, but very fitting!

"Our love is like the wind. I can’t see it, but I can feel it." – A Walk to Remember (2002)

"It was always you." – The Vow (2012)

"I know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I touched you." – Twilight (2008)

"I waited for you for 99 years, and you were 2 hours late." – The Age of Adaline (2015)

"It's not over. It was never over." – The Notebook (2004)

"The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." – Moulin Rouge! (2001)

Extended reading

[amorphine]

i think one of the biggest reasons people take their fandom stuff to private self-regulated and self-governed spaces like discord is that it allows you to have conversations among friends who will not judge you and hear you out if you have a controversial take on something. saying stuff in public opens you up for people taking everything you say in bad faith and shaming you for any perceived transgression. i'm in a private discord server that's focused on thirsting over a particular kpop group, and one wrong person got in there and then wrote a long list of everyone in that server, with their tumblr names and all their transgressions and posted it on tumblr and twitter, shaming those people for "sexualizing" these grown ass men. that person was kicked out of the server and it's now a nice and friendly space where people can talk about their lives to friends and be horny for the members of kpop group ateez in peace. can't kick them out of tumblr. the call out post exists now with a long list of names to be shamed for engaging in fandom in a way that they deem immoral, calling for harrassment of those people. in a puritanical call out culture like that i really don't find it surprising that people prefer private spaces where they don't have to worry about getting attacked. it's a bummer that tumblr isn't what it used to be but we made it like that.

I think a lot of people are forgetting that on tumblr fandom used to be practiced very differently. now everyone fucks off to their discords or tumblr groups to discuss everything with a select few, making tags be nearly only used for posting some finished fanworks or not at all

a decade ago people didn't have tumblr groups. people didn't even have dms. if you wanted to talk to anyone about anything you had to make a post, or send an ask (which more often than not would get published and thereby become a post in the end too)

so next time you think "I have a fandom thought but I have to find a small group of hyperspecifically like-minded people to share it with in private" remember all the freaks you could be missing out on meeting by keeping the tags dead. use tags, make friends. fuck discord.

[rafes-slut]

Let me show you

Summary: when you admitt to rafe that you never had sex and that you never even tried to touch yourself. he offers helps and guids you thrue every step on how to do it

Pairing: bsf!Rafe Cameron x Shy!Soft!reader Warnings: Smut (explicit sexual content), virginity loss discussion, self-exploration, mutual pleasure, best friends tension, Rafe being both teasing and patient, lots of praise, heavy sexual tension, explicit language.

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The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the TV screen casting flickering shadows across the couch where you and Rafe sat. Movie nights had become a routine between the two of you—something comfortable, something easy. Best friends, nothing more, nothing less. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

But tonight felt different.

The moment the scene changed, the tension in the air became undeniable. The movie had taken an unexpected turn, shifting from action-packed plotlines to something much more... intimate. The soft moans and the slow, sensual movements of the actors filled the room, making your stomach tighten and heat rush to your cheeks. You swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how close Rafe was beside you, his long legs sprawled out comfortably, an arm lazily draped over the back of the couch.

You shrank into yourself, pulling your knees up and hugging them close in an attempt to disappear. Maybe if you didn’t move, if you didn’t react, he wouldn’t notice.

But Rafe always noticed.

His head turned toward you, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "What’s wrong with you?"

You shook your head quickly, refusing to meet his gaze. "Nothing."

He chuckled, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah? Then why are you all curled up like you just saw a damn ghost?" He nudged your arm playfully, but his eyes stayed locked on your face, sharp and calculating.

"I just... I wasn’t expecting that scene," you muttered, your voice embarrassingly small.

"Oh, come on," Rafe scoffed. "What, you never seen a sex scene before?" He paused, and when you didn’t answer, his smirk widened. "Wait... don’t tell me."

Your silence was loud enough.

Rafe blinked. "You’re serious?"

You sighed, forcing yourself to look at him even though your entire body felt like it was burning up. "It’s not a big deal."

"No, it kinda is," he mused, tilting his head as if he were studying you. "Like—never? You've never... done anything?"

You shook your head, fingers gripping the hem of your hoodie. "I mean, I’ve kissed people, obviously, but... I’ve never gone further."

Rafe sat back, running a hand through his hair as he let that information settle. "Huh. Never would’ve guessed."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Yeah, well. Now you know."

But then he looked at you again, something unreadable flashing behind those sharp blue eyes. "Wait. Are you telling me you’ve never even touched yourself?"

You froze.

A nervous laugh slipped past your lips as you tried to wave him off. "Rafe—"

"No fucking way," he cut you off, grinning like he just discovered something life-changing. "You're actually serious. You’ve never, not even once—"

"Shut up!" you hissed, burying your face in your hands, mortified. "God, why did I even tell you?"

He laughed, but there was something else behind it—something intrigued, something darkly amused. "That’s wild, babe. Like, actually insane. What do you do when you get turned on?"

You groaned. "Can we not—"

"No, no, this is important," he pressed, leaning in closer, his voice lower now. "You just ignore it? You just... let it go away?"

You nodded, still not daring to look at him.

Rafe exhaled sharply, shaking his head in disbelief. "That’s a damn shame."

You dared to peek at him through your fingers. "Why do you even care?"

He grinned. "Because, sweetheart, I think someone should teach you. And lucky for you... I'm a great teacher."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Rafe—"

"Relax, I'm not saying we gotta do anything crazy." His voice had softened, but there was a distinct edge to it, something teasing, something laced with heat. "Just let me show you. You don’t have to do anything, just... follow my lead."

Your thighs clenched instinctively, a new kind of nervousness washing over you. "I don’t know..."

Rafe reached out, fingers gently brushing against yours. "I promise I’ll take care of you, baby." His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "Let me show you how good it can feel."

Your pulse was racing, the room suddenly feeling way too small, way too warm. You shouldn’t. You really, really shouldn’t.

But then you nodded.

And Rafe smirked like he’d just won the biggest game of his life.

"Good girl."

—

Rafe took his time, his voice smooth and reassuring as he guided you. His hands never left yours, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as he coaxed you into exploring yourself. "Slow," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't rush it, baby. Feel everything."

The soft whimper that slipped past your lips had him groaning low in his throat. "Fuck," he muttered, shifting beside you. "You sound so pretty."

You had never felt this before—this throbbing ache, this intoxicating heat pooling in your stomach. Rafe’s presence, his touch, his voice—it was overwhelming in the best way. And when you faltered, unsure, frustrated by your own inexperience, he was right there, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, "Let me."

And when you finally caved, when you whispered his name with desperate need, he didn’t hesitate.

His hand replaced yours, firm and confident, his touch sending shockwaves through your trembling body. "That’s it, baby," he praised, watching you with hungry, hooded eyes. "Let me take care of you."

He was slow, deliberate, making sure you felt everything, making sure you knew exactly how good he could make you feel. His fingers curled just right, pressing into the spot that had your back arching and your breath hitching in a broken moan.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. "You’re so fucking wet."

Your nails dug into his arm as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body shuddering against him as he coaxed you through your first orgasm. And when it was over, when you finally collapsed against his chest, breathless and spent, he chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.

"Told you I was a good teacher."

[bunny-jpeg]

Hello, Table for 2! Under the name Toto Wolff, I recently came across your "cafe" and i would love to place an order 😁

A Millionare shortcake

A Croissant

And a Fudge

with the side of Milkshake and Fishbowl cocktail

Extra request: Could the reader be daughter of Christian Horner, Team principal of Red bull?

bakery menu

i'm slowly inching my way back into doing bakery orders. i got a really high streak with writing my own ideas (without the prompts) so i got sort of lazy with the bakery prompts. but there will be more of them mixed in. i hope you enjoy this and thank you for ordering!

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family." + croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me." + fudge: "your father is pissing me off." + milkshake: size kink + fishbowl cocktail: protected sex served by toto wolff (formula one)

tags: smut/pwp, horner!reader, secret relationship, age gap (20s/50s), size difference/kink, protected sex, dirty talk

toto tried not to cut his loses too much. he felt like his greatest regret was not signing max verstappen. he often glanced at horner and felt a sense of disgust, especially when the dutch driver sailed towards another win.

and while toto would forever feel the regret of not signing verstappen, he didn't regret one thing. he watched you lounging in his living room in his expensive house in monaco, far away from your father. you looked up from your magazine and smiled at him. horner may have caught verstappen, but toto caught horner's daughter.

toto liked how you look in his arms. there was something about you that just made it feel right for him to hold you the way he did. but sometimes he held a little tighter, mostly when he was mad at your father. it wasn't your fault that chrisitan horner could be such a rat-bastard, but he couldn't help but take some of that pent up aggression out of on your poor little pussy.

horner's prize child, while not a racer yourself, you excelled in everything you did. you had your own trophies for the sports you did and the academic achievements. but no amount of your father's praise could make up how it felt when toto smothered you in his own praise. - or his degradation.

"i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me." toto asked as he held you by the hips a little tighter. you were about to pour another glass of wine and now the older, taller man had you pinned to the counter top.

you replied as you put the bottle down, "he thinks i'm visiting max this weekend. i was supposed to bring him paperwork regarding time off because of his new baby.." the paper work was in your bag, long forgotten as you got wrapped up in your secret lover.

toto leaned in to kiss the back of your neck, "look at you, doing your father's work. how sweet. little does he know that you're here with me tonight." he pressed up against you a little harder and felt you shudder. it was cute.

you were quite small compared to him, toto stood over six feet tall. he could easily encompass you in his arms and move you as he so pleased. there wasn't much you could do when he rubbed the front of himself up against your back. his hard cock pressed against your skin.

"you know, my princess. your father is pissing me off." he said lowly, "he talks and talks like a bratty little terrier." he exhaled loudly, he held on a little tighter, "i wish i could shut him up the way i shut you up."

you looked up at him with a look on concern.

toto laughed, "i meant with a gag. he'd look better with some of his words kept to himself." he then patted your behind before he led you to the bedroom. he kept close to you like a comforting shadow, his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the bed. he was a little more forceful once in the bedroom.

you felt a push and ended up face first in the pillows with your pert ass up in the air. you yelped when he groped the flesh. he didn't like to spank you, it felt juvenile. but, he did have his methods for making you squirm. his large hand gripped onto the swell of your ass and he watched you squirm. you were well versed in the sexual tactics of toto wolff.

"i'm sorry he's pissing you off, toto. i tried telling him to not be as mean." you said as you were stripped of the little shorts you wore. you could feel toto's hungry gaze on your back side. you helped him out by getting out of the tank top you wore.

"i know. he simply can't help it. always has to have the last word. but i think he knew what we were getting up to tonight, he wouldn't have another thing to say." toto smirked as he rubbed the front of his sweatpants at the sight of you. you looked beautiful however he could have you. there was a certain kind of magic to you. he licked his lips, "you look like such a slut right now, princess. did you know that? that you look so desperate on your knees with your ass in the air. ready to accept me."

you whined when you felt him press up against you. your hands found support in the soft white comforter under you. you cursed into the pillows. this was a dangerous game you were playing, even as he grabbed a condom to put on. you were sleeping with the enemy, horner's main rival both on the track and off. if your father found out that you were sleeping with toto, you'd never hear the end of it.

but that excited you, as toto pushed himself into you (with the condom on), you felt nothing but excited. the anxiety over what felt like the inevitable only turned into heated lust as toto started to fuck you.

"if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

"toto."

"shh, shh. sluts don't get to speak. they only use their pretty little mouths to suck cock." he said as he worked himself against you. his thrusts had a force to them that made you see stars. toto fucked like someone half his age, someone closer to you in age.

you tried not to think too hard about the age gap or why you were so enraptured by someone so much older. he was technically older than your father, but yet you were a panting mess on the bed as he took you like a proper lover.

none of the boys at your school could ever make you feel this good. they stumbled their way through sex and asked for a round of applause when they gave you a crumb of pleasure. not toto, never toto. he knew exactly how to make you squirm and near scream. as he pushed your head further into the soft pillows, your hips further raised as he worked himself against you. the sex between you two was magnetic.

toto was thankful that he had you all to himself, that he didn't pass up the opportunity the way he did on a professional level. horner could be smug about verstappen's winnings, but toto would only be more smug at the idea that he got to fuck the daylights out of horner's sweet princess of a daughter. that she was back in his home waiting for him to make her cum over and over again.

sometimes it wasn't about winning one battle, it was about winning the entire war. maybe one day toto will proper introduce himself to your father, not as a colleague but as your fiance. but that was for another time, for now he was content with watching your ass with the quick movements of his thrusts.

"look at you, your father would be so dissapointed. all those years in private school." he squeezed your ass and continued to thrust up into you. he watched how your body moved against him. it was the perfect sight, you look perfect under him.

"fuck, please. toto." you whined as you lifted your head from the pillows for a moment, only for him to shove them back into the covers. you whined against the soft white pillowcases and felt the pleasure wash over you. you panted heavily and let toto fuck you into sweet submission.

he groaned as he continued to fuck up into you. he loved the feeling of your cunt slick around him. your pussy was like a vice and it left hi hungry for more. he quickened his pace and you felt the electricity in your blood. he was undeniable, he was something so alluring that it made your head throb. your core was soaked and you carnally needed him, even his dirty words made you hot all over.

"you feel beautiful under me. all mine, you know that already." his hands held onto your hips tightly as he worked himself into you. he enjoyed the pleasure, the heat of it all made him only yearn for more. he let out a sharp groan and continued to work himself inside of you. his cock throbbed for you.he continued to fuck you, working his hips against your ass as his cock nudged against all the right places.

you felt divine, a heavenly intervention for him. he kept up the pace, he worked the flesh of your skin with his hands as he loomed over you with heavy movements. the two of you were warmed, flushed with sexual want for one another as the pleasure washed over both of you.

"please, toto." you gasped as you arched your back further. you felt the intensity of pleasure come over you, you climaxed as you held onto the covers tightly. your face squished against the pillows as you tensed up. the feeling left you out of breath, you panted as you relaxed a few moments after.

toto basked in the feeling of you. the warmth of you, all of your love. the hammering in his chest was intense. he thrusted against you further, letting the pleasure bloom in his chest. the felt the excitement in his core as he fucked you feverishly. you felt like a dream come true with the amount of heat in his body. his movements picked up and with a few more strong thrusts he finished inside of you. the condom protected from any mishaps, but he loved being able to finish inside of your tight pussy.

"perfect. perfect for me." he said with affection in his tone as he slowed to a stop and admired your backside for a moment then pulled out.

you laid out in bed and watched him dispose of the condom. even if this was your father's enemy, you couldn't care. you didn't want to care about it. toto was yours above all else, the rivalry will fade one day and all you'll be left with is your adoring lover.

as he got back into bed and you wrapped yourself up in him. he kissed you on the lips, he held you by your middle and pressed you up against him.

"the only good thing your father ever did was have you, my princess." he said softly.

you rolled on top of him, straddled his waist and put both hands on his chest, "enough about my old man, either you get me my wine or we can go another round." then winked at him.

toto may have a career regret with verstappen, but he'd never have the same regret when it came to his personal life. because as you straddled his waist, he always knew that he'd have you <3

[happy-mokka]

This was by far the most shameful behavior I have seen a bunch of politicians execute in my lifetime. Trump and his goons are just criminal businessmen, not interested in any people's lives, not even that of their own, who put them into office. They will grab what they can while they can and hang on to the power as long as they can make it possible, even by changing the constitution.

Others will and already are following suit all over the world. This is their endgame. When we all fight the droughts, the heat, the storms, the floods, the wars for the resources, and the hunger, they will sit on their yachts and in their bunkers, having a blast...

I AM SO MAD.

the transcript btw. It was hard to make it out on the video because of the blowhards yelling and me feeling incandescently blind and deaf with rage

oh, to have a leader with the moral fiber and strong backbone that Zelenskyy has

[ditzydoe444]

Heyyyyyyy

I love your writing, honestly this shit keeps me living <3333

You know like the bunny reader and stuff, can we have like black cat x Jason?? Pleaseee or maybe orange cat?

- 💿 (please can I be this anon?)

MDNI 18+

jason todd x black cat! reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ oral (m) receiving

a/n: added anon!!

jason todd who would tease you non stop to see your pout, him peppering your face with kisses as you grumbled, pulling away from him but in reality you secretly loved it. “come on, i know you like it so stop putting those pretty lips in a pout pretty please?” he cooed as he kissed your cheek, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he grinned, in love with the way you always scrunched up your face like a kitten.

jason todd loved the way you were secretly possessive, whenever the two of you were out your hand was always in his, but mainly wrapped around his bicep because according to you, it’s a better sign that he’s taken. you don’t hesitate to glare at women who were clearly flirting with him, despite seeing you. you had no shame in kissing him in public areas when people would stare a little too long, kissing his neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

jason todd who you would suck off because you were mad, the only solution he had to your grumpiness was shoving that pretty mouth full, because if you are gagging there’s no grumbling. there was just something about watching your attitude disappear when your face got fucked, your pretty mouth full as your eyes were teary and dilated, so far gone from the independent bratty girl you were.

jason todd who would try get you to smile for a photo, though it was quite impossible, you always had the stoic look on your face, but regardless you were beautiful even without a smile. though he would always pepper your face with kisses in an attempt to get just one smile. the moment he does he cherishes it forever, putting the photo in his wallet to stare at when he is away from you.

[heartfullofleeches]

Lou somehow managed to gat AMAB reader pregnant and neither of them know how. (Parasite genes go brrrr)

(Basic human biology works hard, but freaky parasite genes work harder 💪)

"...Think it's about time we talk about the elephant in the room?"

Like the ticking hands of a clock, your partner's eyes circle the perimeter of the living room - shame towing him away from addressing the matter at hand as they trace back to the rim of mug posed at his lips. He takes an ample swig, collapsing into the void between the couch cushions as the combined weight of his and your nights of mutual passion crash down on him.

Lou props himself up on his elbows, head held high as he opens his mouth to speak - sinking back down to his original position as he buries his face beyond the cup's protection.

"We both know darn well there isn't any in that cup, Lou."

"...Was wondering how long it'd take you to notice." Liu places the empty cup on the coffee table - lifting it second later to slide a coaster underneath. He smoothes out his apron across his lap, fiddling with his thumbs as he gathers all the courage he can muster to gaze up at you.

"Are you sure that you're..."

"I had the ultrasound this morning. I thought it was just a stomach bug- The doctor nearly fainted when he saw.. it.. moving. I had to rush out of there before he could collect himself."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that alone." Lou reaches for your hands, beckoning you to join him on the couch. "Had I known, I would've been there right along side you."

"How?.."

"I don't know."

"You don't?"

"The only other person I knew like me was my father. He didn't exactly leave behind a guide book for... whatever it is we are. All I know about myself is what I learn through trial and error, but what I'm certain of is that I'll always be here to protect and support you. We'll figure this out together."

Lou carcasses your thigh, pausing as their fingers brush the hem of your shirt. He shouldn't- He should have been more cautious. Should he still get the chance to-

"...Can I?"

Exhausted and still in a daze from the events of today, you nod - hooking your arms around his neck in defeat. Lou extends his palm to your abdomen, drawing away before your hand seizes his; pressing it flat to your stomach.

"This is...a lot to process. I can't imagine what you must be going through right now. I'm sorry that I didn't know. I'm sorry for-"

"Quit apologizing. I won't be able to sleep if you don't. You said we'll do this together, don't put the blame all on yourself. For now, can you just.. hold me? I'm so tired and I just need some rest."

"I... Yes, anything for you, Sugar."

[wings-and-beskargam]

Captain Keeli joins the GAR Goth Night Party at 79s

I looked EVERYWHERE for this guy! He was seriously hard to find. I had to airlift his shebs from a Tatooine desert. Apparently everyone presumed he was KIA on Ryloth quite a few rotations back. Turns out he escaped (somehow…I’m not one to pry) and has been living feral with a wild herd of banthas.

Why did I go to this trouble, you may ask? Well, that’s simple. After Crosshair dragged Mayday away onto the dance floor, I found myself standing solo against the wall, consumed with enui and pondering the positive merits of companionship. It struck me (belatedly, to my shame), that our dearest Chaos Vod @eobe has done and continues to do a tremendous amount of work to ensure all the guests at this momentous event are enjoying themselves and have the pleasure of their favourite individuals for company except for herself. She needed a wing jetpack woman! Since I was presently uncoupled I was the ideal candidate.

So, through the magic of Mandalorian technology and an unseen montage, I slipped away, jetsnacked (respectfully) her favourite, still very alive - if somewhat smelly, Keeli and dragged him to 79s. After a sonic and wardrobe change of course. Apparently living with banthas for so long distorted his fashion sense - he's sporting a bantha-fur capelet and brought his own spotchka horn. I’m not judging.

Ni kar’taylir gar, ner vod! 🫶

Chaos Squad - @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe - Eo appreciation post! 🩵

[theyikesfiles]

Personally, I find that this kind of article never reaches the target audience? This is no criticism of the article tone and it's intentions, more of an observation - and something I often lose my sleep trying to figure out is how exactly to reach this target audience.

I was obviously very into Harry Potter, engaged with the fandom, read fanfiction, did fanart, the whole thing - and like a significant portion of the fans, felt betrayed and outraged by JKR's blatant hateful endorsement of bigotry. There is a large fandom community committed to boycotting products and media of the franchise, encouraging piracy, and engaging with the work critically. To quote Sérgio Vaz, the reader is sacred, not the writer. I sense a movement of fans claiming the relationship they built with the story as their own, reframing its cultural impact. But like every internet community, it is also a bubble of sorts.

To the point that it made me wonder - who's still buying all of this Warner Bros Harry Potter tat? Who's even going to the cinema to see Fantastic Beasts? Surely everyone here knows better?

How do you get a relatively offline and politically uninterested millennial to not buy a Dobby plushie for their kid? Are they reading small political blogs? How do you get a 64-year-old uninformed father who watched his kid go through their formative years with Harry Potter, drove them to book launches and movie premieres as a teen, not to buy them a Hufflepuff mug for xmas? I know for sure, from meeting people like this in real life, that the arguments in this blog post would never reach them. "A lot of people see their spending power as being totally divorced from the world at large. Every day, we’re plagued by difficult decisions about where our money should go and how we square our ethics with the crushing reality of a cost-of-living crisis. (...) But often, it feels like some smarmy losers use the very true ethos of ‘there is no ethical consumption under capitalism’ as a cheap excuse to satisfy their vainest urges. It’s evident in every influencer who does a Shein haul and then claims it’s a way to appeal to lower-income followers (it’s not. It never is.)"

This is well said and the more insidious part of the problem - and tackling this could mean a complete overhaul of people's values in a western capitalist society. The road is long and the work is hard, but I often find that some will opt to shame Harry Potter fans simply because it's easier. Infantilising arguments like "you're not getting a hogwarts letter" and the ever so repetitive "read another book", as far as I observed, tend to breed resentment and defensiveness - and HP fans already have a pretty cosy community to turn back to and lick their wounds when they feel attacked.

I'm not saying this as a "they should be nicer to wittle Harry Potter fans and protect their feelings!". To some extent, outrage, and shame can be useful tools to shake some people out of their comfort zones. But is it working, in this case? Is it generalising the audience and failing to communicate to specific groups within this audience? Will a Chinese teen who loves British pop culture, a boomer father from the American midwest, a middle-class millennial mom from Staffordshire, and an Irish author of smut fanfiction in their late 20s have the same takeaway from blog posts like this? The answer is "obviously not", so what do we do?

However, to the people who do know better and still choose to invest their money in HP merch and media, I can offer my sincere disappointment and bafflement.

This got a bit long as a response, but these are genuine non-rhetorical questions.

I haven't purchased a HP item in close to a decade - I use the books I already had as doorstops or to prop a laptop up for meetings nowadays.

There is NO "death of the author" with JK Rowling - she controls and continues to profit from her IP, and uses that money to fund hate groups.

[daisylolezzi]

The Purge might be the only way to save women from the lies that are lesbianism, transgenderism and feminism. think about how beautiful that would be for a second:

a new administration is determined to save the country from unchecked hedonism by signing The Purge into law, and with focus on clearing the country of immorality and indecency, men all across the nation and from all walks of life agree to set their sights on the women who have shunned them in the name of feminism and lesbianism and 'being trans men'. politicians, police, government bodies, everymen from all cities organise amongst themselves so that the instant the sirens blare, they know exactly where to go.

they storm lesbian clubs, feminist colleges, lgbtq centres, and the homes of where lesbians and trans men are known to reside in their cities and remind them of their place.

snatching them from their so called safety, the men pull women to the floors of their bedrooms, living rooms, and the sidewalks for those who thought so highly of themselves and their stance against the patriarchy to be outside during the 12 hours of freedom, and remind them what their bodies were made for.

with speed and force as The Purge allows them, the men fuck as many prideful females as they can get their hands on.

cutting binders from trans men's bodies to fondle and squeeze their full bouncing breasts, slamming their hard cocks into the pussies of lesbians whose clits cant help but swell, throat fucking the blathering mouths of feminist before they can demand equal rights, the men take what is owed them and what is theirs by birth: access to the bodies of women.

for 12 straight hours the reluctant and eventual enthusiastc moans of women across the country are heard as they're taken by cock after erect cock until the siren blares again. the men return to their lives with confidence and no shame. and the women are now painfully aware of the sensitivity in every fibre of their body.

the lesbians must go for the rest of the year reinforcing themselves that they didn't cum harder than ever on Purge night because they enjoyed being fucked by men but because it was a natural reaction by their bodies.

the feminists only become more boistrous in their determination to fight for women's "rights" to hide the fact that their cunts are so tender and desperate to be full again.

the trans men cycle through the shock of euphoria they felt being put in their womanly place once more, but don't dare mention it to their queer friends because of course, they're men too. they just have breasts and a vulva and a vagina and a womb that now aches to be used as it was on Purge night for as long as possible.

[loredrinker]

Solas - seeing Lavellan for the first time after 10 years.

I’m pretty certain this is from my sister. 💜

For so very long, Solas has been consumed by a sunk cost fallacy. Every loss, every sacrifice, every life taken has reinforced this belief, making it harder for him to turn back. He has buried his emotions, hardened himself, and tried to become the remorseless force he believes he must be. The villain. 

And then... 

He hears that voice. 

His eyes find her face. 

He does not think - only feels. 

There is a pain that surges through his chest, the ache is sharp and hammers the centre of his rib cage so hard that he might have staggered if his body were not locked in place, frozen, stunned. 

She is here. 

His breath catches. He had forced her from his mind - believed this moment could never exist. 

The moment he sees her his carefully constructed detachment starts to falter. This is the woman he loves, the one who made him question his path before. He knows she is here to try again to help save the world he is prepared to destroy. 

But this time, his path is nearly complete. He has sacrificed too much, told himself for too long that turning back would make all his suffering meaningless. He cannot let himself waver.  

And yet...she stands before him, real and vivid in the chaos of all he has wrought. 

And all the justifications he has clung to - the walls he has built, the distance he has enforced - begin to tremble... 

He notices suddenly, the signature of time that has passed. He registers her face. She has changed. There is something in the way she stands, in the shape of her face, in the set of her shoulders. She is older. It is a stark reminder of the life he has denied himself, the warmth he turned away from. She is living proof of what he could have had if he had chosen love over destruction. And now she is here, standing before him, the past he has tried to bury made flesh. 

The guilt, the grief - he forces them back, shoving them down as he has done for centuries. He cannot afford to feel them.

And now he notices her eyes, there is something in her gaze. He does not know what he expected - fury, sorrow, betrayal - but this, this is worse. 

She still sees him. She still sees Solas.  

It is unbearable. 

With a voice he barely recognizes as his own, he whispers – partly in shock, partly in shame.

"Vhenan." 

________________________

By the time Solas reaches the end of Veilguard, he is a broken man. He has been beaten down, physically, emotionally and spiritually. He has fought a god’s dragon, poured everything he had into reaching this moment. Every mistake, every regret, every act of violence, every loss presses down on him – ruining him even further. 

This is not how he imagined his triumph. He thought the weight of his sins would be eclipsed by the grandeur of what he restored. But instead, he is faced with the one thing he never allowed himself to consider: failure. Mythal's words break the final thread of his justification. 

And then, Lavellan kneels before him. 

She tells him that, whatever comes next, it will not be terrible if they are together. 

Together. 

He is in pain, exhausted, defeated, but in her presence, he is no longer alone. He does not deny her this time - her choice - he would never ask this of her, but neither will he turn away from this grace. He has chosen atonement. He will spend eternity to make amends for what he has done. But here, now, in the softening of his gaze, in the way he does not pull away from her touch, he makes another choice. 

He chooses her. He chooses to trust her to bear this with him.

He accepts his heart back, returned by the one he gave it to. 

[fukunagas]

Comforting Luigi when he has a nightmare 💝

link to his givesendgo <3

pure fluff

not proofread literally just off the cuff in my notes app and copy pasted here because i’m twisted

A loud gasp left Luigi’s mouth as he was woken up by a nightmare.

Panicked emotions stuck with him in the waking world as he tried to steady his breathing. You were curled up in his arms, warm and soft and such stark contrast to the memory fueled jail cell in his dream. Luigi’s hand reached for yours, pulled it to your chest, and started rubbing your knuckles with his thumb to self soothe. He knew he was safe here, but the fear and anxiety wouldn’t go away. Grounding techniques from years of therapy pushed themselves into his head, and he took another deep breath as he attempted to come back to reality. He could hear the hum of the floor fan, his own heart beat, the whistle of the wind as it blew between apartment buildings. Luigi focused on smell now. Hints of the pine incense that you burn in the living room combined with the jasmine, cinnamon, and musk; the smells of your perfume. The smells of you.

you, you, you, you, Luigi thought to himself.

Without even thinking he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in a deep, shaking breath. the smell of perfume is faint but still there, mixed with your olive oil bath soap and your natural scent. His hand continued to play with your fingers as he drank in your presence, only broke from his reverie by the sound of your soft giggles.

“Whiskers, ‘Gi,” you mumbled sleepily, referring to his face scruff. “tickling me.”

Guilt immediately flooded through Luigi for waking you up.

“Sorry,” he croaked, his voice immediately betraying the emotions he’d been feeling for the past 15 minutes.

As soon as you heard the strain in his voice you turned to face him, instinctively reaching one hand up to card through his hair, feeling the anxious sweat on his forehead.

“‘smatter baby?” you mumbled out, half awake.

Luigi didn’t answer immediately.

“Bad dream?”

“Yeah,” he replied softly, situating himself so his head is on your chest.

You offer the hand not playing with his hair for him to hold. Luigi fiddled with his own hands when he was nervous, but playing with yours was different, more comforting to him. They were so you. These hands that held him, comforted him, cared for him. He swore he memorized every line, every crease, the perfect softness, the lighter callous on your thumb, the uniform length of your nails, how your hands were so small and so easily enveloped by his. You pressed a few loving kisses to his temple, encouraging him to relax and open up to you.

“It was the one I always have. It just felt extra real this time. The cold, the isolation, the constant yelling of other inmates…” Luigi trailed off.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry for waking you up. It’s the same shit every time, I just need to push past it. I hate that i’m bothering you with this over and over again —” Insecurity and shame edged his words, but you cut in before he could lay into himself, instantly more awake now.

“But Lu, you don’t bother me—“

“Y/N, please, a grown man waking up anybody at 2 in the morning crying is embarrassing and annoying.” Luigi snapped.

His voice is thick with frustration and he internally winces at how harsh he came across.

“Good thing I’m not anybody then.” you retorted, silently vowing to be more stubborn than your boyfriend in this moment.

Without pushing him off your chest, you reach out for the bedside lamp and flick it on.

“Luigi, look at me,” you don’t give him the option to comply as you tilt his chin upwards.

Exhaustion and sadness is written all over Luigi’s face. Glassy brown eyes gaze up at you from underneath his long lashes. You can tell he’s been chewing on his lip, and his cheeks are flushed.

“Sweetheart…” You murmured. Your gaze was soft as you met his.

You deserve someone stronger, Luigi thought, and as soon as the idea entered his mind he felt the floodgates start to open.

His chest tightened and lip quivered, and he moved to hide in the crook of your neck, but he knew you could feel his tears on your skin. His big arms were wrapped around you now, as if any moment you were going to get up and walk away. Your hands rubbed soothing circles along his big shoulders as he shuddered against you. It was quiet for a bit, the only sounds being the drone of the fan and Luigi’s quiet sniffles.

“‘m sorry for pushing you away, ‘n being stubborn. I love you so much Y/N. I just wish being with me was easy.” he mumbled, removing his face from the crook of your neck and resettling on your chest.

“I love you baby. But I don’t want easy. I want you,” you drive your point home with a forehead kiss.

“But —“

You shut him down with your thumb against his lower lip, and he looks up at you with slightly widened eyes.

“But nothing Luigi. And besides, you need to be nicer to yourself,” you murmured. “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about, you know.”

The corners of Luigi’s mouth quirked up in a small smile. You were his favorite intellectual sparring partner for a reason. You always knew just what to say to leave him speechless. It was begrudgingly impressive when you were winning an argument, and awe inspiring when you were shutting down his negative thought spirals.

“You’re the best.” He whispered.

A steady but comfortable silence fell between you two. You were running your nails over Luigi’s back in up and down motion, how you knew he liked. His eyelids started to feel impossibly heavy, both from exhaustion and your soothing caresses. Just as he was almost out cold you shifted him gently, moving him from your chest to right beside but facing away from you. Your arms wrapped around his middle and he felt the tops of your thighs against his butt. Often times the size difference between you two made you both swoon, but something about the way you would spoon a big man like him man his heart soar.

“Goodnight, my little jetpack.” he murmured, smiling when he heard your soft giggle in reply.

“G’night Gi.”

Unbeknownst to Luigi, you stay awake. Once you hear his soft snores and evened breathing, you press your lips between his shoulders and let sleep take you.

[didyoulookforme]

“filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstar” plsssss :)

this feels like a continuation of this sooooo, yeah…

from the prompt list here.

warning: 18+, smut. oral (f receiving) and recording it.

you now know your long distance “boyfriend” enjoys watching porn ("adult films" as he keeps correcting you lol), and you can’t help but tease matty about it every now and then. part of you finds it amusing that he has no shame in confessing it, but the other part feels a little jealous because on those lonely nights, it’s not you he’s watching.

so when he’s finally back in your town for the production of a film, the thought lingers in the back of your mind. maybe you can do something about it. that’s why, one night, right after sex and when you’re both about to fall asleep, you oh so casually ask if he’d ever want to film you. his eyes snap open and he fully groans, pulling you flush against him. "if you’d let me, i’d be the happiest motherfucker alive." and just like that, he's wide awake, turned on, and going down on you for the third time that night.

and when the day finally comes, you’re so fucking nervous you can barely function. during your shift, your mind keeps wandering to the point where you start messing up people’s cafe orders (which almost never happens). by the time you get home, you’re so on edge you have to take a cold shower just to steady yourself. picking an outfit turns into an ordeal. do you even need one? probably not, but still, you try on almost every dress you own, searching for the one that you think he’ll like. when you finally settle on something, you do your hair the same way you always do, but maybe put on a bit more makeup than usual. you decide against wearing underwear. not necessarily to elicit a reaction, but mostly because you can’t even concentrate long enough to pick the right set.

matty, on the other hand, spends most of the day on set trying to keep himself as busy as possible, just so he’ll stop staring at his watch. he can’t fucking wait to capture you on camera. it’s all he can think about. so much so that he has to actively shake the thoughts from his head before he gets himself too worked up in the middle of a shoot. still, every now and then, the realization that you’re doing this for him is slowly driving him insane.

when he’s finally back at your place and sees how pretty you look, it takes everything in him not to just take you right there. every cell in his body is screaming at him to throw patience out the window, but he has to focus because he can tell you’re nervous. you’re quieter than usual, arms wrapped around yourself as he steps closer to tell you once again that you don’t have to do this. but you just shake your head because of course you want to.

when you ask what he wants, he immediately brings it back to you. it has to be your call. he needs to know you’re comfortable. but you already have a pretty good idea of where this is going. you know exactly how much he loves being between your legs, and when you hesitantly suggest it, his grin nearly splits his face. he kisses you breathless before tearing himself away to grab the equipment.

and then, it happens.

he does everything he can to make you feel at ease, keeping his touch soft and his gaze steady. at the same time, he’s battling himself, trying not to get lost in the technicalities of it all because he knows no matter how the shot turns out, it’ll be perfect. still, he takes a second to frame it just right, opting for a wider angle of you sitting in one of your cozy living room chairs. he figures a bit of distance will make it easier on you, keep it from feeling too intimate even if, selfishly, he’d love to have the camera right up close.

watching how easily he moves through it makes you wonder… has he done this before? has he filmed other girls, made them feel like this? you push it down before it can take root. you don’t want to know. it doesn’t matter because he’s yours now.

so it’s not long before the play button is pressed and he’s on his knees with his head buried between your thighs. he quietly prays to god the footage is in focus because there’s no way he’s stopping to check. he’s too far gone and turned on by the whole thing. because, fuuuuck, he still can’t wrap his head around it. you. the girl who seems so sweet and soft on the outside. you were the one who wanted this. you were the one who asked. and now you’re here, coming in front of a camera, and he’s never been more obsessed with someone in his entire fucking life.

once you’re asleep, his mind won’t shut off as he keeps replaying what happened just hours ago. until he can’t take it anymore, slipping out of bed, heading to the living room where the tripod is still set up. he finally watches the video, completely enamored by the way you teetered between nerves and eagerness. how you let him sink to his knees in front of you, let him spread you open for the camera, let him eat you out while it rolled. he didn’t expect you to look into the lens so often, and fuck, it makes him lightheaded the way you seem to stare straight into his soul.

fast forward a couple of months later. he’s back home in london, away from you, counting down the days until he can see you again. but one night, while rummaging through his case, he finds an extra memory card with a little heart drawn on the front. he knows immediately it’s your doing, but he doesn’t quite expect what he’ll find. he loads it up on his laptop while lounging on the couch, and the second the video starts playing, he damn near loses his mind. there you are, pressing play on the camera, sitting in that same chair, but now at a much closer angle. close enough that he can see only you.

his jaw tightens as you start to undress, fingers tracing over your own skin, playing with your tits just the way he does, pinching and groping, teasing yourself until he can tell they’re painfully sensitive. he knows exactly when you filmed it. the purple marks on your collarbone give it away, and the sight of them brings up a mix of pride and frustration because he selfishly wants to be the one touching you.

and then, as if you somehow know what this is doing to him, you shift, throwing one leg over the arm of the chair, spreading yourself open for him to see. his breathing quickens as he watches you touch yourself, fingers circling your clit, pushing inside, working yourself up. you make yourself come loud just the way he always urges you to be. he has to watch the clip over again as he fists himself to the rhythm of your moans, eyes locked on the screen when he cums all over his fingers. yet he hits play for a third time even if he’s gone soft in his hand because he is so mesmerized that he cannot tear himself away from watching you <3

[sassymajesty]

ONLY IF FOR A NIGHT first kiss

The beer is gone and her whiskey has been watered down to nothing, and both of them have a hazed look in their eyes, the world becoming softer with its blurred edges. 

“How about two shots for a dare?” Clarke says, her breath hitting Lexa’s cheek with how close she is, and Lexa frowns as she tries to understand what she means. Her brain is far from sharp by now. “I’ll propose a dare, if you don’t want to do it, you take two shots.”

Lexa shrugs and nods, taking it upon herself to pour each of them another shot, getting ready to drink both of them because she is not about to dance on top of the table or go flirt with someone else - which she’s pretty sure is where Clarke is going with it.

But when Clarke decides on what she wants Lexa to do, it almost gives her whiplash with how sharp of a turn her brain has to make to keep up with it, “I dare you to kiss me.”

A beat.

Lexa turns her body until she’s facing Clarke, sparing one look at her lips before closing the distance between them, pressing their lips together. In her drunken haze, Lexa finds her hands moving on their own accord, sneaking up to sink into blonde hair, gripping a slim waist and pulling their bodies closer, closer, closer.

Her tongue drags across Clarke’s bottom lip, her fingers tighten around her hair, and she deepens the kiss. She feels more than hears the way Clarke moans softly against her and Lexa finds herself answering in kind, her own desires, overlooked for so long, coming up to the surface.

It’s shameful, how easily Lexa sinks into Clarke’s touch. But the way she tugs at her jaw to keep them close, the way her hand slides down to grip at her thigh, the way her tongue swipes on the roof of her mouth - it’s all too much.

They break the kiss a moment before it becomes uncomfortable for everyone else in the bar and Lexa stares at Clarke’s plump lips, still wet from her own lips.

“I live up the street,” Clarke murmurs, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, the invitation clear in the way she drops her hand to Lexa’s stomach.

It’s an easy decision. “Lead the way.”

[beautiful-basque-country]

I actually have a bit of a... charged question. How has the Basque country interacted with the Romani population over the years/how is it currently?

Kaixo anon!

Yes indeed, that's a charged question that will need a lengthy answer.

The short version for the ones not willing to read this whole post, EH treated Roma people basically the same way Spain or France did: BAD.

The first reference we have about Roma people in EH is a document from 1435 where a group of them arrived to Nafarroa from Aragón. The leader of this group presented himself as a "Count of Egypt", and that's why we call them ijitoak in Basque, a word that comes from egiptokoak or "the Egyptians".

Although the kingdom of Nafarroa set no rules against Roma people, after the conquest by the kingdom of Castile this changed and the situation of these people began deteriorating from the 16th century on. The reasons for the ever present prejudice against Roma people may be several: their nomadic lifestyle, not being Catholic, being oftentimes accused of theft, etc.

There were a lot of laws passed throughout the centuries like Roma people would be expelled if they didn't dress or speak as the rest of their neighbors, they couldn't live in towns of 1,000 inhabitants or less, they would be expelled of the towns if they didn't have a proper profession, they couldn't be hosted in barns (of course nobody wanted to host them at home, but it was common practice to let them the barns to sleep the night until this law), etc.

There were two big mass detentions of Roma people, one in Spain in the 18th century and the other in France in the early 19th century. Around, 9,000 Roma were caught in Spain and sent to the Mediterranean area: Andalusia, Murcia and Catalunya mainly. In France, around 475 were caught and imprisoned, sentenced to be sent to the French overseas territories but eventually freed after some time.

In the 20th century, during the dictatorship in Spain they were oppressed and very usually imprisoned under the Law of Idles and Miscreants, that punished those with no specific home and job. In the nazi occupied France, although there are no official numbers, it's known that many Roma citizens were sent to different concentration camps.

In the 60s and 70s in Spain, Roma people - only 5% of them remained nomadic by then - used to live very precariously in the outskirts of the main cities in neighborhoods formed by handmade unsanitary shacks. The city councils took care of these places as late as in the 80s and 90s, building public houses to host them.

Nowadays, although their general situation is much more comfortable than in the past, Roma people still face discrimination and the freaking same prejudices as in the 16th century in EH which is a shame on us as a people. And sadly we're not the only ones: in France in 2010 Sarkozy proposed to expell every Roma that hadn't the French nationality.

After 600 years living with Basques, Roma people here developed their own language called erromintxela, a sort of Basque-Romani pidgin that sadly has less than 1,500 speakers nowadays.

Also, Romas have a role in some of the traditional masquerades here in EH, like the kaskarotak, although some authors defend this socially accepted group wasn't formed just by Roma people, but by agotes and other minorities too.

Still, these traditions are beginning to be questioned as problematic. For example, the masquerade from Zuberoa where beltzak (the blacks) are thought to be based on Roma people and have dirty faces and act wild are opposed to gorriak (the reds) that are believed to represent native people and wear shiny clothes and dance at unison.

Yeah. And not that long ago I read an article against the celebration of kaldereroak that truly had a point, since it seemingly started as a mockery against Kalderash people and even nowadays we see someone in a blackface during the celebration; which yeah, it's terrible, but believe me, here it's not socially percieved as terrible as in the US.

Truth be told, I'd say 90% of Basque people blissfully ignore these celebrations started as a mockery and spread a misrepresentation of Roma people; which isn't an excuse, but it's still a fact 💁‍♀️.

Sorry for the looong post!