#this is crap i'm sorry

[contagious-watermelon]

Why do I keep seeing transmascs and trans men insisting or implying that all trans men are "female socialized," or "understand the female experience," or "navigated the world as a woman." Because yeah, sure, that can be true for some people. especially if you weren't gnc at all as a kid and didn't crack your egg until well into adulthood, it makes sense.

But they don't stop at saying they had that experience. It always comes with an addendum that trans men, as a group, all can relate to this experience. I don't know about the entirety of my demographic, but I never got even a little bit of what some of them talk about. I didn't even believe that women were scared of going out at night until I kept consistently seeing them say it, online or wherever, for years. I never realized catcalling was a thing until I saw some women complaining about it on reddit.

But they posit it as some sort of, you're safer than cis men, right? You know what it's like? Which, on top of being patently, demonstrably false in the case of myself and many other trans men, holds some unpleasant and often outright hostile implications about trans women. And they always deny it, but if you can't even conceptualize someone like me who grew up gnc, and never got the bulk (or any?) of whatever we consider to be 'female socialization,' what does that say about what you think trans girls went through, growing up? I don't want to speak for them, as I've never experienced that firsthand, but I can guarantee that (if you're even a little bit obviously trans) people don't treat you like a cis kid of the opposite gender. By and large, they don't get treated like cis boys.

It just makes me mad that we're taking this inaccurate framework that (ever so conveniently) puts trans people into the box of our assumed birth gender, and trying to fancy it up and use it with a faux-progressive veneer; never mind the way that transphobes use it to bar trans women from being athletes, or using the bathroom, or having access to any gendered resources they need. It would be bad enough to try and dust it off and use it even if it were largely accurate, due to the aforementioned connections to outright transphobia, but it literally is patently false. Not in all cases, obviously, but why are we trying to revamp this untrue, inaccurate generalization and pretend that we can make it 'trans-inclusive?'

[featheredadora]

[beif0ngs]

C'mon heart, beat loudly again! 💓

[seraph-novak]

“I actually had a moment too in that garden.Yeah, I... I saw a Datura Meloxia. They are, like, extremely rare! And, you know, when I saw it... all I wanted in the world was just to tell you about it.”  

Shadow and Bone (2021-) Season 2

[grimm-writings]

HI IT'S EAVESDROP ANON YOU GAVE ME AN IDEA what if izutsumi and reader faced the succubi together, and izu sees that one of reader's succubi looks like chilchuck !! maybe she promises to keep it a secret, but also talks to reader about it? bonus points if izu and reader have a sort of unspoken mother/daughter relationship :')

to the grave

…ft! chilchuck x fem! reader, izutsumi & reader

…tags! headcanon format, slight suggestive points, motherly reader

…wc! 623

…notes! give it up for One Whole Request Complete omfg. sorry for how short it is eavesdrop anon it’s been a rough few weeks for me 🫶 this is absolutely not my best work, but i did what i could!

“Come on… I know you always thought about how I’d look underneath you.”

Hearing the words come from his mouth renders you still.  It’s his face, his voice, yet completely wrong.

You had thought he had somehow recovered and came back to help you, but of course it isn’t as easy as it appeared.

You’re lucky to have Izutsumi with you.  If it weren’t for her pushing you out of the way to claw at the succubus, you probably would have dropped all pretence and leaned down to where you had Chilchuck – or the succubus, rather – pinned to the floor to kiss.

Still, you can’t miss the look of absolute disbelief she gives you.

Silence fills the air as the succubus is reduced to nothing more than slob on the floor.  You refuse to look at what, to you, is eerily similar to Chilchuck’s visage.  Disturbingly so.  For just a second, you consider reaching out to it (him?) again.  However, Izutsumi is quick to swat you away. “Hey, we have a mob incoming,” she tells you.  You are about to retort, interrogating if she even felt remorse for hurting someone that looks like your ally, but Izutsumi’s quick to interrupt.  “We’ll discuss this later.” She leaves your side.  Preparing your weapon with a deep breath, you prepare to fight off the waves of succubi ahead.

It’s only when you and Izutsumi assemble all the bodies of your allies does she finally speak up.

She really isn’t interested in the ‘hot gossip’ like Marcille would be.  In her own rough way, Izutsumi is more just expressing worry for you.

She doesn’t overall react to the fact it’s Chilchuck that you saw.  It was just sort of an “Oh!” before she remembered that this succubus will steal your life force.

“So, you just wanted to protect me?” At your conclusion, Izutsumi growls.  She faces away from you as she drags over a succubus to drain into Senshi’s pot. “When you put it like that,” she grumbles, “it makes it sound all virtuous and sappy.” You laugh, reaching over to pat Izutsumi’s head.  “I appreciate it very much, thank you Izutsumi.” Maybe it’s the fact she just had to confront this ‘mother’ the succubi took the form of, but the cat girl feels at ease when you show affection to her.  She sighs, giving up on the argument quicker than she normally would.

That is to say… she wouldn’t not tease you.

She’d hand you some of the milk, poured into a bowl.  “Here, for Chilchuck.”

Your face contorts in confusion.  “Why me?”

“So you can get all close and intimate and stuff.”

“Izutsumi.”

She wants to support you both!  She just… doesn’t really care.

The party has woken up, and by now Marcille has spoken up, “what were your succubi like?  Laios?  Oh, what about yours?” She turns to you, her green eyes glimmering with curiosity.  Cheeks and tip of her ears flushed, it’s hard to miss what exactly she’s on about. You sheepishly laugh anyway, your mind recalling the lowered eyelids, the words spoken to you by the succubus.  “I don’t know if I…” “Hey, don’t pressure her to say things like that.” Chilchuck’s voice cuts through the air, and makes you jump.  He’s at your side, shooing Marcille away.  “That stuff’s usually private for a reason.  If she wants to say, she will.” It doesn’t go unnoticed how Chilchuck doesn’t say a word when Marcille instead asks Laios for details on his succubus, though. Though you should be glad Izutsumi isn’t awake to see this.  If she was, she’d be rolling her eyes and bemoaning how nauseating the pining was to herself.  So, maybe taking things to the grave is for the better.

[gallusneve]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Neve Gallus in "Get To Know Your Companions" IGN Coverage

[greywoe]

pre-war cat, robb and theon

(+ how i imagined this convo)

[masterxhunter]

Watching Ember between his legs, Hunter knew for a fact he hadn't seen such a gorgeous sight in a while. He honestly wished he could keep the pretty phoenix there forever. "Fuck," he moaned softly under his breath, his fingers tightening in Ember's dark locks as he slowly guided his head up and down. The sounds of a pretty boy choking around his cock always made Hunter harder, and that was no different with Ember. If anything, the fact it was Ember only turned him on even more. Once he was satisfied that the slave had got his cock as wet as he could, Hunter tugged the phoenix's hair, guiding him up off his cock and pulling him back up his body for another heated kiss. "Want you to ride me," he murmured against Ember's lips. "Fuck yourself on my dick."

The bird wanted to leave an impression, something the vampire could think on for a little while after he was gone. So he worked him with his mouth with every fiber of his being, even if he was big and taking him completely was work in of itself. He sucked hard what was in his mouth, his tongue working to smooth over the sensitive skin. With each bob of his head he made sure to pay close attention to the tip, dragging his tongue over it as he went. Taking more of him in with each passing movement, wanting to feel him deep within his throat, wanting to choke on him. His eyes never left Hunter's as much as it made things just a tad bit more difficult, he wasn't one to back away from the challenege.

[bunnynoldo]

They are the same picture.

I love how Sauron looked at that dangerous, powerful and somewhat dark elf and went 'she's so adorable asdfghjkl'

[hercarisntyours]

transformers one oplita or smth idk

[lostmf]

I am losing sight of reasons to not kill my self

[ghostatrandom]

Don't worry people nothing happened everyone is happy and alive and back on earth while Jimbutt is rotting in prison!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 (oh and Curly is there.... like sure I guess you already paid with your autonomy as a human being and your design is sick, still kinda hate you-)

[teddyonaboat]

other queer people who call a queer actor of a character they happen to hate (because he and/or his fans are bad in their eyes) a sexual harasser and homophobic because of their own bad faith interpretations of that actor should be ashamed of themselves

[hazbinshusk]

Here's your reminder to talk about Husk burying his face between a pair of soft, squishy thigha

ahh, irk, I should have known I could count on you :)

husk and thighs... oh, he's such a happy kitty if he can squeeze your thighs. I posted recently about loving how big his hands are, and picturing them wrapped around thighs, his claws pressing into the soft, squeezable flesh...

imagine sitting on one of the couches in the lobby of the hotel and he comes and stretches out beside you, dropping his head into your lap. either he's looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and a soft smile, or his chin in resting on your thigh and he's purring into your lap as you run your fingers through his fur and scratch around the base of his ears. its so comforting and safe for him, to be wrapped in the warmth of you while he lets himself sink into the gentle, calming embrace.

imagine laying on your stomach on the bed and having husk crawl in next to you, rest his head on the small of your back, and wrap an arm around your thighs and fall asleep like that, smoothing his hand up and down your leg, rhythmically squeezing the flesh, pressing kisses to the dip of your lower back and mumbling just how much he loves you. imagine that hand making biscuits, massaging deeply into the flesh, claws pricking your skin with each push... he can't help it, he doesn't even fully realize he's doing it. he's just so comfortable, your thighs are so soft... who could blame him?

imagine husk laying on his stomach between your knees, peppering soft kisses up over your inner thighs as he grips them in his claws. massaging them gently, slowly, as he brings his mouth higher, nipping at the soft skin and muscle, the rough texture of his tongue making you shiver as he spends far too long just savoring the taste and the feel of your thighs. husk will watch goosebumps follow his touch, watch the muscles twitch under his touch, his tail twitching away behind him, a cat playing a game.

imagine him groaning, deep in the back of his throat, with your knees over his shoulders as he eats you out. the feel of them squeezing around his head making his eyes rolls back; he'll hold them there, dig his claws deep enough into your thighs to draw blood.

imagine him grasping at them as you ride his lap, clutching at them desperately, running his hands over them while you roll your hips over his. and he'll tell you just how good every part of you feels when he touches you.

imagine him in his more feral moments, digging his claws and teeth into your thighs, marking them with rough kisses and bloody bite marks that will linger for days after he's done with you. perfectly tucked away under your clothing of course. but... wear a skirt, something you can lift so he can see them again... or something short enough that bending over will give him a glance of the bruises he's left behind... claiming marks... oh, it'll take everything he has not to take you again right there at the bar.

just... husk and thighs.

[ogrebattles]

happy heavenly birthday, farrokh bulsara freddie mercury

[portraitoftheoddity]

Y'all. I moved to the fucking middle of nowhere and somehow have the most active social life I've ever had???

HOW???