#this ESPECIALLY goes if you're like me and in a privileged position

[theminecraftbee]

genuinely if you are scared: DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. if you are angry: DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. if you are sad: DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

this isn't just a mantra of "nothing will change if we do not persist and act", although that's true. nothing will change if we do not act. this is just also a mantra of "frequently the best way to counter despair is to simply take an action, any action at all". it is hard to feel despair when you are moving. it is hard to feel hopeless when you are moving. but you've gotta start moving first. you've gotta.

[skipper19]

Imagine this...

Geto Suguru knew of the prison joke: "Don't drop the soap." Everyone knows it. It's a funny little bit that goes around social media. He would have never expected to have to worry about this. And especially not with his own girlfriend.

Suguru can't stop the gasp that leaves his mouth when a small hand slaps the fat on his ass. He ignores the water that temporarily blinds him as he stands straight up. He shakes his head like a dog, his wet hair slapping him in the face as he turns around. His shocked, wide, judgemental eyes lock onto you. The giggle you try to hide behind your hand aids Sugurus judgment.

His hand reaches back to rub his sore ass, and he can only imagine the red handprint that encased his left cheek. Suguru was left speechless, and you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of your chest. "I'm sorry, I'm actually sorry, it was just so tempting." You say between giggles, obviously not truly guilty.

Suguru wasn't mad, but he felt betrayed. It was completely fine for him to slap your butt. He's your boyfriend! But for you to reciprocate his signature move is..dirty. Suguru truly can't help the blush from creeping up his cheeks and settling onto the tips of his ears.

"I.. feel violated." He mumbled, blinking out of his initial shock. "I just -" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, honey -" You reached out to cup his elbow, but he stepped back, the water running down his neck to his bare behind. "No, no, enough touching for you, ma'am." He said, glaring at your hand. The laugh that erupted from your throat was genuine and pure. "Sugu, you're being dramatic!" But he wasn't listening.

"Can't believe my own girl would do this to me." He mumbled more to himself than you. He rubbed the palm of his hand over his tingling cheek. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." The tone of your voice wasn't sincere, and the giddy smile on your face gave you away. This definitely wouldn't be the last time.

"You're right, no more for you. No more showering together. And I will never bend over around you -" He sounded oh so serious, but you knew your boyfriend. You knew that look in his eyes. But you decided to plead for mercy, despite knowing damn well he couldn't resist you.

"Noo, Sugu, please." You whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. Suguru ignored the urge to laugh and instead allowed his lips to upturn slightly. He raises his arms in a surrendering position, not letting you have the satisfaction of a proper hug. "Nope, all of your touching privileges are gone. Un-hand me, you scoundrel." He said, turning his chin up as if you were a peasant he looked down upon.

A huff, along with a pout, adorned your face as you rolled your eyes. "Nu-Uh. You're just dramatic. I will never let go, Jack." You mumbled, pressing your cheek against his chest, right above his heart. "I won't slap your butt anymore.." You said, looking up at him through your lashes. He paused, silently looking down at your smaller figure.

"..fine," He wrapped his arms around the middle of your back. "I'll forgive you this time, and not because of your puppy dog eyes, but because I feel bad for you." His voice was muffled as he pressed his lips into the top of your head. A smile graced your lips as you cheesed. "Thank you, Sugu~" You sang out. The moment was peaceful as you both stood there, pressed together under the shower head. Your bodies warm and molded perfectly to one another.

"..hEy! No squeezing my butt either, you pervert!-"

"Noooo, I'm sorry, come back!"

[rizsu]

graduated delusional boys shoyo, kuroo, sunarin.

-> tokrev & jjk version

it's a simple night out with the hinata family. after another successful karasuno match, shoyo's mother suggested a restaurant dinner and well some shopping.

busy on his feet, shoyo walk-runs after his sister. she's certainly a little too fast on her feet—especially if you don't hold her hand or use a leash like their mom usually does. finally reaching her, he lifts her onto his hip before ending the mini race with a little scolding.

“natsu! don't speed off like that!”

“but the candies!!”

shaking his head, shoyo shuffles his way through the sea of people until he makes it back to his mother's position.

“sho', natsu, come here!” motioning to her kids, their mother takes hold of the five year old before pushing shoyo to walk in front of her, “stay in my vision, sho'. you're still young!”

well, shoyo would've done as she said without complaints but the last sentence made him turn his head back one hundred and eighty degrees. immediately warping his face into one that expresses confusion, shoyo raises a counterargument.

“but i'm already a third year! with a girlfriend too y'know.”

nodding her head to act as if she's paying attention to his words, shoyo's mother argues back, “yes, yes, but you still live with me so—wait.”

from the tone of her voice in the last word, shoyo tries to speed up his pace but a mother's hand is always faster.

“what do you mean by girlfriend, young man.”

“whoops..?”

turning around on his heel, he raises a hand behind his neck trying to think of a way to properly explain. it doesn't take long before he starts his own sign language while giving his mother the detailed lore of your relationship—which didn't last for long because natsu had other plans.

“sho's not a loser!” she juts in her opinion, looking at her older brother with an open mouth covered by her hand.

“NAT-SU,” feeling shocked, betrayed and offended, shoyo goes to press his palm over her hand to seal her mouth shut. as the color red diffuses to all of his ear, he feigns a limp as he takes baby steps away from his family.

kuroo is not kuroo if he doesn't bother kenma after twelve a.m during the weekend sleepover. if there's a sleeping kenma, there's a wide awake kuroo waiting for the right moment to strike.

“psst, kenma, wake up.”

“please shut up.”

“KENMA!”

“NO.”

covering both ears with his pillow, kenma turns around to block off kuroo and whatever he's got going on at 1:43 AM according to his watch. but oh no, don't get it twisted. kuroo is not one to forfeit that easily—persistent may as well be his middle name!

“i was going to show you my girl but i guess not!” changing his tone to a teasing one, kuroo backs off kenma's bed and goes to his futon.

as if it was an auto-response, kenma sits up straight, sharply turning his neck to kuroo, “pause.”

and with that, kuroo adds one point to himself on his imaginary scoreboard. snickering to himself, he turns his back to kenma, waving him off by repeating what he previously said, “you told me shut up.”

“wait i'm sorry,” kenma says. slouching off his bed, he uses his right foot to nudge at kuroo's “sleeping” figure. it takes about five nudges before he speaks again, “you know i love knowing people's business. please, kuroo.”

adding another point to himself on the scoreboard, kuroo turns on his back with a grin and a phone to his face. raising the phone to kenma's height, kuroo shows him a picture of a girl and kenma thinks kuroo's gone delusional. maybe he's just tired.

“whose daughter did you find on pinterest?”

“okay fuck you.”

snatching his phone back, kuroo actually feels quite offended. is kenma implying he's not attractive enough to pull a pretty girl!?

“I WAS NOT FINISHED LOOKING.”

“privileges REVOKED.”

shoving a middle finger in the air, kuroo pulls his blanket over his head to quietly sob in peace (this is an exaggeration).

kenma, tired of kuroo's antics, steals kuroo's phone to look at your picture and find proper evidence that you guys are indeed together.

“don't go through our chats by the way.”

“ew.”

three adults, three cushions and one bottle. in osamu's living room sits him, his brother and rintaro. how'd they get here? boredom. extreme boredom. when they were no longer entertained by the alcohol, atsumu brought up the idea of truth-or-dare with using a bottle.

spinning the bottle, osamu watches it land on rintaro and immediately asked him a question he's been dying to know, “rin, is it true you're seeing someone?”

throwing his head back, rintaro groans. he knew it'd come sooner or later but he still wants to be mysterious.

“nosy much?” and to that, both twins responded, “SAYS YOU!?”

dragging his palm over his face, rintaro laughs before confirming osamu's question. he's twenty-six with nothing to lose and he thinks he's sexy—so obviously he'd not be single..!

osamu's jaw drops. although he was the one who asked, he's still shocked. to his defense, rintaro's always seemed like the type to stay in the talking zone.

“oh, that poor woman. save her now before it's too late.” using a napkin, atsumu wipes his crocodile tears only to be kicked by no one other than suna rintaro. cackling at rintaro's reaction, atsumu defends himself, “'m just messing with ya!”

rintaro rolls his eyes. turning around to grab his phone, he proudly shows off his lockscreen that's a picture of you from your anniversary date, “isn't she pretty?” with a small smile on his face, he feels his pride emotion being activated.

“i dunno...i've seen better,” atsumu states his (unwanted) opinion. tapping a finger on his chin, he squints at the phone.

and as for rintaro? his heart dropped. looking directly at atsumu this time, he questions him, “such as..?”

“like myself duh.”

one.

two.

three.

and cue the fight scene with rintaro and atsumu while osamu tries to catch his breath from laughing.

“I AM SICK OF YOU.” stifling atsumu with his cushion, rintaro makes sure to smother his face with the fabric. he, atsumu, must feel the pain.

“hey—HEY. GO EASY ON THE HAIR.”

[drdemonprince]

I've noticed a pattern in anticapitalist books I read (specifically I'm talking abt Mark Fisher here, in Capitalist Realism). They do this great anticapitalist analysis etc and then go on to critique their students? and sometimes it's a bit ableist? it's like all the critical thought goes out of the window and they cannot understand the situation because for once suddenly they are in the authoritative position. It always gives me this "I don't understand these kids, back in my day-" vibe, and I see this with lecturers at university too. like Mark Fisher maybe we can think outside the box about your student who "needs" headphones to focus in class "even though no music is playing". and maybe it's not to do with the "Matrix"(????) I'm well aware this was written in 2008 but it's weird that I see this pattern continue today. Not to mention Mark Fisher took part in some ableist studies, and was a guy with questionable intentions on occasion.

it's like you Just said that reducing labour is good why are you calling your students lazy, that's so unprofessional and privileged. I wonder of coincidence that he is anti-meds when his right wing, pro-eugenics, accelerationist friend was addicted to amphetamines.

Or even just the amount of people who have written books about laziness and anticapitalism (excluding you) and just saying the most contradictory shit ever?? or not following their own ideology???

Anyway, I wonder if, when writing Laziness Does Not Exist, you came across any of this and were equally as baffled.

Materialism is just *so* true that high-status academics don't have a vested class interest in seeing their student struggles as legitimate or in recognizing the struggles of disabled people in general. For many edgy academic leftists having the correct opinions is just a way to flex one's intellectual status, not a lived experience they give a shit about. I'm not shitting Fisher in particular in saying this, it's more that it's a really widespread problem in the culture of these kinds of (very white, very academic, very cishet) leftists communities. You see the same kind of thing among some of the Chapo stan types, too, you don't have to be specifically an academic to do it -- lots of people throwing around the r-slur and flexing on how much they have read and doing fuck all for the oppressed people around them. I tend to find it especially common among people who inherited leftism from their (often academic) parents? Whereas leftist communities populated by Black & brown anarchists and working class people tend to fare a lot better in this particular respect.

Note that I'm not saying a person's identities are a guarantee of them being any more radical -- there's lots of liberals lurking in our midsts of all identities for instance -- more that someone's orientation toward power tells you a lot. and unfortunately there is an approach to leftism that puts a lot of stock in either institutional power via the academy, or in a kind of soft power of intellectual authoritativeness that tends to punish anyone who is supposedly less well read, less intelligent, lazy, needs disability accommodations, has trauma triggers, or what have you.

The simple answer is that power and privilege obscures other people's challenges from you, and the desire to preserve one's power (be it actually institutional academic authority or just the status of the person who supposedly knows the most in the room) leads to a lot of oppressive behavior. a lot of these guys that you're talking about believe in communism sincerely but they don't have humility, they believe themselves to be superior to most everyone else. and they tend to be white guys from wealthy families who either do not have any disabilities of their own, or they have the undiagnosed intj mastermind rational flavor of autism that makes you feel incredibly alienated from others but interpret that alienation as a sign of your intellectual superiority. (i had this type but i got better. a little)

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

Rewatched 1x02 Wendigo

It's an easy-to-follow adventure, and as the second episode, has a feeling of confirming story style and motifs. They repeat the use of fake IDs. There's a cheeky wink to the audience about how implausible they are when they're imposters along with reassurance that as the heroes they have plot armor. The ep revisits blood dripping mysteriously from above, leading to a jumpscare horror. And revisits Dean ending up a total, muddy mess. There's detective-like interviewing and exposition, reminiscent of The X-Files, as well as the tell-tale woodsy wetness of filming in Vancouver, and a ritual explanation as to why they're taking a break from hunting for Dad.

A week has passed, and they found no clues in Jessica's death. Sam is understandably having nightmares and is withdrawn and somber and on edge. I do love that on rewatch the audience knows that Sam is hiding a secret and a guilty conscience. Dean sends many concerned glances Sam's way. The dynamic I see is Dean trying to direct their energies towards something more positive, which is solving Haley's case; the job John sent them to. I think it's a consistent strategy for Dean throughout the series to seek a hunting "win" as an emotional reset. And by the end of the hunt, we see it does revitalize Sam.

Dean says the iconic "saving people, hunting things, the family business" line. It's framed as "saving people, hunting things" = "the family business," and that works for the Kripke years. Now, having been through the whole series, I hear it as three separate things. The business (or workings) of family really is its own theme as the show goes on, and sometimes it doesn't have to do with the other two.

DEAN: Do you want to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?  SAM: Dean... DEAN: No, you're not fine. you're like a powder keg, man. It's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?

I do find it strange to hear Dean say, "I'm supposed to be the belligerent one," except maybe it's said jokingly to get a reaction from Sam. So far Dean's been quite stoic when challenged, and likely to respond to hostility with smirky humor. Sam's more direct and quicker to be confrontational. Nice bit of foreshadowing with reference to Sam as "freaky" and about to blow up with anger, since the appearance of YED will expand on that later.

A few things that I especially enjoyed in this ep -- Dean's charm and chutzpah. The way he improvises on the fly. He's flirty but in a surprisingly sweet way. Sam's earnestness, knowledge, and fearlessness. His exhilaration when they finish the hunt. I'm also amused that starting here, bears come up as a civilian explanation for monster stuff.

It's hard not to take it for granted now, their chemistry as brothers. They especially feel like they're in their own world separate from the normal one, and we're privileged to peek into their experience. We're also privileged to enjoy their beautiful faces in cinematic closeups.

There's smarmy low-brow humor that seems characteristic of Kripke. I feel like he enjoys making the audience squirm a bit over it, just as he does with the horror gore. This isn't a show for nice bougie people, he seems to want to say, we like 'em rough around the edges. It's a bit of a caricature, but it's different, and feels harmless.

Harmless, like Dean's flirting. We can see through the artifice; we're in on the joke. Part of that joke is a show that's sometimes rough around the edges. Like the ep's final scenes making a big deal of Sam taking the keys to drive the Impala, followed by a long shot of them in Baby, with Sam on the passenger side. Oops! 😂

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Four

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's pretty good, all things considered! So, I like to write Four as one solid conscious until he splits, so saying that, like he's smart. He knows what he's doing. He's a little disoriented after he cums, but after a moment he's up and on the move. He also has a set routine but it's more because he likes the order he does things. He doesn't mean to, it just happens.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself? Honestly? His biceps. And I will take this to my fucking grave, but I, honest to God, whole-heartedly believe that this man has biceps of fucking iron. Have you seen a blacksmith's build? they have arms. And you know what? So does Four. So, his biceps are his favorite because they are also my favorite.

On his partner? He'll try to save face and say personality but this man screams thigh man. He loves thighs because he's face to face with them. Like adores them with his whole heart. When you sit down and they transform into plump pillows? He's in love. He loves squishing them and moving the flesh around in his grasp, but he fucking loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

*Looks around side to side before leaning in* This man, right here? You can try to tell me otherwise, but I won't believe you. Fucking loves cumming inside of you. He knows he's not tall, and he knows he's not the most outwardly intimidating, but holy shit does it give him a rush to know that no one else has the privilege of marking you so intimately. It drives him nutty, especially if you just go on your day like that. Like he can't sit still knowing you're there, pretty legs crossed because if they're not you're going to drip on the seat.

Just the thought has him hard.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would love to fuck you in a skirt. There I said it. He would love to wear a silky skirt, bend you over the mattress and just destroy you. This man is both the biggest dom and hardest switch imo, but put him in a skirt and there's no question. Just <four in a skirt3

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None. Zero, zilch, nada. People never took him seriously enough with his height. Plus with smithing and his adventure he never really thought about it. Maybe I'm projecting, but I like to think of Four as a Demisexual (Source: I am a demisexual) so he didn't really have a sex drive until meeting someone he really liked.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. All the way, call him a traditionalist but he loves the eye contact and the fact that his height doesn't matter. Also, maybe, just maybe, he likes the domesticity of it all. He loves the idea of making you his perfect little house spouse. Even if you don't want it <3 Man i forget I'm a yandere blog so often it's not even funny.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can appreciate good joke. Of course, he's not gonna go looking to make one, but if you're visibly stressed, he'll crack a small one. Anything to make you smile, really. If you want to make a joke, he'll humor you of course as well.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed, one of the best. It's a little lighter than the hair on his head, but exceptionally fine. He keeps it well trimmed and washed. Again, it's not because he's crazy about neatness it mostly just feels better for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic, but, honestly, he doesn't have the chance to be as romantic as he wants to be. After being in the forge, he's tired and smells and while he wants to woo you, he just can't. Of course, that won't stop him from treating you like royalty, but there won't be any rose petals or candles.

Side bar, Four absolutely makes you one of those metal flowers. Yk the ones?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably a little more common than the rest of the Links, but its mostly because every time he thinks about you, especially if his thoughts wander, he gets hard and he can't get back to his work until his frustrations have been let out. Only reason really, if he had time, he'd rather fuck you in a nice quickie, but unfortunately that isn't realistic.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's got a thing for bondage. So okay, hear me out, he's a blacksmith right? Who works with metal right? So he probably can make chains right? surely you guys see where i'm going with this right? He likes BDSM purely because he loves seeing you bound in the chains he makes.

I think he's also got a bit of breeding kink. This goes back to part C, but it awakens something in him that's so primal. It just drives him insane and makes his nerves buzz because it's such an intimate way of claiming you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not picky. Not in the SLIGHTEST. Y'all have probably fucked in his forge. He's a man on a busy schedule, so he's taking what he can get when he can get it. He'll fuck in the bedroom, on the kitchen counter, on the living room floor, in the forge, behind a tree in the forest, under the rushing waters of a river, he's down for anything.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. But something about having a significant other that works as well? Like not actual work, no, no he won't allow his most precious jewel to ever risk that, but things like cooking, cleaning, even writing blueprints or something for weapons you've had ideas about and want him to make-- because you aren't allowed to work in the forge it's too dangerous for you're perfect hands. That especially just drives him crazy because having a competent partner is just so attractive to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sounding. If you don't know what that is, perfect. Don't look it up. If you do, I'm sorry for your loss. He doesn't like the idea of it, wants nothing near there, it's just like the biggest turn off to him. Shudders just thinking about it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Contrary to the other Links I've written, he prefers receiving. Just having his spouse on their knees while he's perfecting some plan or blueprint or polishing something, sucking him off while he works? Goddess, it's his favorite pastime. Just thinking about it has him palming himself until he can get to you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood, but most of the time it's fast and rough. He likes the thrill it gives him and the adrenaline rush. Plus, the fact that it renders you absolutely brain dead and mindless, just a hole for him to use is an added bonus.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Adores them. He does 'em pretty often too because, like I said, they fit into his schedule the easiest. He's one of the only Links with a stable job so he does have a routine and schedule to stick to, meaning Quickies are perfect for him. He gets to remind you of how much he loves you and thinks about you and how much your very aura has intoxicated him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Loves them. So, here's the thing. Four is STILL a Link. He still loves the adventure, the thrill, the adrenaline. So the risks? The one that have him pausing, balls deep with a hand over your mouth to keep you from crying out? Get him so riled up he can't explain it because it just makes him that much more horny. Like, he is humping at you like a dog all while trying to keep himself quiet and you as well.

So yeah, he likes the risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Not the most, I'll be fair. Like I said, he's got a job, he's a blue collar man-- or the Hyrule equivalent-- and he's a hard working man. So he doesn't have all the energy in the world, but the energy he does have is put to good use, don't worry. He's a man who can't go for six rounds, but the rounds he does go has you feeling like he did.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Like I said, he likes chains. He's probably got a few spreader bars as well. Things made of metal you know? Maybe a few plugs he fiddled with. So he does have a few. And Four is the man who doesn't view toys as competition, no, no, they are his friends. His companions. His teammates. Everything needed to make you feel good. And that's all that matters to him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't have time to tease. He'd love to, and on days he has off he spends hours between your legs until you're a sobbing, pleading mess for him, but on the more regular days? Of course he does foreplay, but he doesn't have time for the slow traces of skin or small pinches of flesh.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's a whiner, but he hides it. But if you pull his head out from where he hides it in your shoulder? He's a whimpering mess, crying because you feel so good and at some point he becomes so sex drunk that it's all he can think about. And when that happens he can't help but cry for you <3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves domesticity. Every part of it and I will fucking go down with this. He loves the idea of having his perfect little house spouse who's willing and waiting for his cock at any given moment. Who cares for the house, cooking and cleaning, while he goes to work to provide for both of them. He loves having a partner with intellect, of course, but having a partner be a house spouse while also putting their brain to good use? Oh he's feral.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Stealing this from Bea so thanks-

4.4 inches. Good sized balls, went over his hair already. Probably has a nice vein running up the underside of it that makes him just shatter when you run your tongue along it. Has him reaching for your hair just to stuff your mouth full.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high but also not all if you know what i mean? Like when he has the time and energy he is all over you, you can't even go to the bathroom without him loudly complaining about how he misses you in his arms. On the other hand, when its been a long day, he likes just letting you cockwarm him like a good little slut <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He loves falling asleep with you because it's something so domestic to him (See W). He loves spooning you and burying his face into your hair, or chest, depending if you wanna be big spoon or lil spoon, and just feeling your chest slow as your breathing evens out. It's pure bliss to him and reminds him of why exactly he worships you.

Not that he ever needed a reason.

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

My post about hating the Barbie movie and how it actually spat in the face of feminism and all that the franchise stands for is done and dusted, I'm afraid, but that being said there are still some points I left out of it that I would like to address, and I will do so here:

The movie portraying women as hopeless endless victims who have no hopes of succeeding or getting what they want out of life is bad enough, but there's a brief blink-and-you'll-miss it scene where Barbie is taking Gloria and Sasha back to Barbieland, and as they're on the spaceship, she says to them that women control everything and have all social and political power, which is fine...but THEN she goes "basically everything men do in your world, women do in ours" and that...that line just makes me so appalled and angry I could SPIT. Like you're really spelling out that you think women in the real world have no power or control in any aspect of society? I understand that it's supposed to be "commentary"(it's not good commentary tho) and that the real world IS a patriarchy, but we HAVE women in power in our world too! We HAVE female Supreme Court Justices! We HAVE women in high office! We HAVE female mayors and CEOs! We HAVE women in positions of power and leadership, period! And yet Barbie creates this illusion that women in our world such as Sasha and Gloria would have NO knowledge of or point of reference for women in power who do any important shit at all; it's completely fucking absurd. But then again, this movie was written and directed by a white feminist. A white feminist, who, like all white feminists, has a complete miserable victimhood/defeatist complex. So of course she projects it onto her female characters(even female characters of color, who are ofc SUPPOSED to be more sad and let-down than SHE is!), like the sad, pathetic fuck she is. And y'all wonder why I hate persecution flips so much. We need to shove that bullshit trope six feet under. If you want to tell a story about the patriarchy, then FUCK, WRITE ABOUT THE ACTUAL GODDAMN PATRIARCHY!!! Don't just do this nonsense "uwu what if men were the oppressed ones and women were the privileged--" no. Stop. Cut it the fuck out. This is getting ridiculous.

This part is probably incidental but fuck that, I'm still gonna knock it. Sasha and Gloria never actually get to experience the matriarchal utopia, and I just find that so depressing. Despite the bleak and frankly miserable lives that they lead, they never get to experience the escapist freedom of living in a society in which they are in charge, where womanhood isn't looked down upon and is in fact honored, where they have power and aren't in danger of being stalked, followed, or killed by men just for walking down the street. They leave their patriarchal world, hoping to see a world that is better, and instead enter a world that is just as bad and equally as patriarchal as the one they tried to escape from. It's truly depressing, especially for Gloria who specifically wanted to get away from her anxieties with real life and just have fun with her daughter for a bit. Instead she has to be confronted with ANOTHER patriarchy, watch the childhood doll she loved and played with have a panic attack and give up on life just like she did, and then give her infamous, cliche, and paint by numbers "being a woman is suffering" corny as hell speech. Before reinventing the matriarchy and getting her power back only by leaning in to patriarchal stereotypes about women's bodies and sexualities. And then leaving back for her regular patriarchy world without getting to experience any of it. It's almost like the movie was literally saying that women will never be able to free themselves from patriarchy and that a better world than this one does not exist. Patriarchy is insurmountable and all-prevailing, says this movie. It's truly tragic.

And honestly, with regards to that shitty ass clusterfuck of a speech, isn't it like, so totes ironic, that part of Gloria's speech is her complaining that women have to apologize for men's bad behavior...only for the "happy" ending of the movie to involve BARBIE HAVING TO APOLOGIZE FOR KEN'S BAD BEHAVIOR?!?!!??!?! Like no one fact-checked that shit and went "wait, something ain't right"? Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?!?! I hate that scene with every fiber of my being and realizing this makes me hate it even more now. Just, ugh.

Tldr: Fuck this movie, but then again, I've said that shit like...several times before. lol.

[undercoverpan]

Fish for breakfast

Spider wondered which deity he upset.

No, really, which god or goddess got so mad at him; they put him in this position?

This position being trapped beneath his dad as he hisses and snarls at his other dad, Jake. The enraged Na'vi had his ears pinned down as he bore his teeth at the other, the aforementioned Na'vi doing the exact same. It's normal for these 2 to be at eachothers throats, but it doesn't mean that Spider likes being held. By either of them. Jake lost his holding privileges when he had taken him to ride a tsurak, and promptly allowed him to be swept away by the waves. Quaritch lost his when he accidentally cracked a rib from how tightly he was holding.

"He's my son and I am taking him for the holidays!" Roared Quaritch, murder flashing in his eyes. "We agreed that Spider stays with me during Na'vi holidays!" Jake argued, his voice as sharp as his blade. "He's had enough Na'vi holidays, asshole! You're not depriving my son of christmas!" Spider didn't even know what Christmas was, but Quaritch wanted to take him on the RDA trip to the northern mountains, so he could experience a real christmas. He's not sure what that means, but he admits that it did sound fun.

And Neytiri didn't like having him around, especially on special days. He thinks it'd be nice to be welcomed on a holiday. It's a win-win situation, he gets to enthusiastically participate with one side of his culture and Neytiri gets to enjoy the festivities with her family without spider around.

Fair trade, right?

Wrong.

His dads were on the verge of instigating another war between them and Spider, as always, was caught in the middle. And this time, he hasn't even had breakfast yet! 

"Oh who cares about christmas! It's a shitty holiday anyways!" 

"Sully, I swear to God, I'm going to knock your teeth out!"

He managed to wriggle free while the 2 fought. He crept away to the beach, where no one was because it was the ass-crack of dawn. Strangely, he spotted a small cookfire with 4 people.

As he got closer, he immediately recognized them as his friends.

"Monkey boy! Come, come!" Kiri cheered as he ran over, crashing down into her waiting arms. They seemed to be roasting some fish over an open fire.

"Finally got away from dad?" Lo'ak asked as he chewed his food. Neteyam flicked his forehead, muttering something about swallowing first. 

"Yeah, finally! They're both so overdramatic, they both give me a massive migraine every time they start talking about visits and holidays and who's my favourite. Eywa, I wish they would stop."

They all nodded in agreement. They suffered from having to live with the world's prettiest man who got into catfights with Quaritch every other day. 

So they all sat there, talking about everything and anything to distract each other. What weaving pattern should Lo'ak use for the necklace he's making for Tsireya, Kiri found an ilu with a heart shaped mark on its forehead, Neteyam is getting better with a spear, Tuk ate a salty rock recently. They talk and laugh as they eat cooked fish all morning.

The group slowly goes silent. He followed their gaze as they all looked behind him. He felt his heart drop as he saw Neytiri approaching. Her face was blank, expression unreadable. The sand crunched beneath her feet as she approached.

She sat down between him and Lo'ak. They all watched her with bated breath.

With a click of her tongue, she spoke; "What's for breakfast?"

And they all started the morning with roasted fish.

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Everyone is fed up w Quaritch and jake, 100%

[jasontoddsno1simp]

If Jason Todd is a cop, then so is every vigilante in Gotham

They are ALL taking the law into their own hands - in case you numb nuts forgot, vigilantism is illegal. The only difference is that Jason is up front about the fact that he kills people, sometimes.

Instead of hashing and rehashing this stupid moral debate for the 3928281th time - like DC wants us to because they refuse to deal with the way they let one of their writers kill off a kid and the subsequently retconned that child's story so they could keep selling Robin merch - we have some fun with it.

Why does Jason kill?! What experiences in his life led him down this path?! I read an excellent post earlier about how Jason has all these monologues about Big Moral Ideas^TM and how that juxtaposes his actions. And instead of digging into that, people just leave it at "Oh, so you're a hypocrite, eh?! Got standards for everyone else that you feel you shouldn't have to follow, huh?!" as if that's an indictment of his character. And I mean, it is!! But why?! Why would Jason hold the heroes to standards that he doesn't deign to hold himself to?!

Could it be that he's positioned himself as a necessary evil?! That he's subconscious absorbed Bruce's inflexible moral framework?! That, according to that framewok, he understands that heroes must conduct themselves in a specific manner, else their heroism be called into question?! That he feels he's been called into a different direction?! That Gotham - Park Row - doesn't need another cape to save them, but rather they need someone who will avenge them?!

Jason, at his best, is jaded, but pragmatic. He doesn't rly believe in the hero community anymore, but he understands the necessity. He understands that he cannot be Batman, because he doesn't possess the moral inflexibility of Bruce. He doesn't feel regret after killing someone, because in his mind, that's what needed to happen to keep his people safe. And that makes him a villain. Something he does a lot of work to do to make himself feel okay about (which I don't think he does, but that's for later).

A more cynical interpretation of Jason would be that he doesn't believe in redemption. That once someone strays off the straight and narrow, their life needs to end. And I mean, in some cases that might be true. Humans are capable of some truly heinous shit and once you unlock that part of your soul, there's no going back. That's what I think, anyway. But to someone like Bruce, someone who condemns all killing, he'd make no room for any such distinctions. Especially with Jason being unrepentant.

And this is where we get into the meat and gristle of Jason and Bruce's dynamic - for Jason to operate under his own moral framework, Bruce must compromise his own.

In other words, for Bruce to sleep tight at night, he must strip his son of his agency. And Jason, someone who has had his agency stripped of him many a time in his life, is not too keen on that.

To me, Jason's story is about agency - about how those of us who aren't born into privilege must fight for our agency at every turn. As a child, Jason was stripped of his agency by poverty and doomed to be another lost cause by a system that isn't designed to help. Meeting Bruce and becoming Robin was a turning point for young Jason's life because it allowed him to claw back the agency that was stolen from him. Or so he thought. Because the second he didn't behave the way Bruce expected him to (and lest I remind you all that Bruce had been subtly adultifying this young boy since the second he met him), there goes his agency. Bruce strips him of the Robin mantle, therefore stripping him of his agency.

And before the Good Dad Bruce truthers come after me, I know this wasn't Bruce's intention - he took Robin away because he saw the way Robin was negatively affecting his son. And, to get a little meta here, Bruce probably clocked that even if he was able to get Jason the help he needed to manage his trauma, he couldn't allow him to be Robin anymore. Because Robin is a hero, and - according to Bruce - a hero's convictions must be unshakeable, lest their heroism be called into question.

And what makes for unshakeable convictions?! An inflexible moral framework with hard lines that must never be crossed. And if they are crossed, then said hero must throw themselves upon the sword in repentance.

Something that Jason refused to do.

And... if I'm being honest with you, there's no way forward with Jason's story without him reacting caustically to Robin being taken away. No matter how gently Bruce broke the news to Jason or how empathic he was, Jason would have reacted like a cat that had been slapped and thrown out the window. Because it was more than Robin. It was always more than Robin.

I'm gonna cap my analysis here because this has gotten way too fucking long, but my point is that if you're gonna do any kind of analysis or criticism of a character, I need y'all to reach deeper. Because what's the fucking point of shallow ass takes like "Jason is a cop cause he kills"?! Huh?! Not only is it fundamentally misinterpreting the character and his motivations - cops are authoritarians, something Jason is diametrically opposed to - but it's a dead end. It's a conclusion with no thesis statement.

[alex-rambles]

Can you make a oneshot of yandere Bill x Reader and he overhears the reader saying something to Dipper like “I wonder what it feels like to be possessed.” And Bill, wanting to impress them or whatever decides to possess y/n’s body without their permission and once he does, he can’t understand why the reader gets frightened and upset about it when he thought he was doing them a favor and making them happy by satisfying their curiosities. Also can you add Bill admiring and praising the reader’s body and appearance as well when he possesses it? (Not in a nsfw way. Like he’s in awe that he’s in our body and tries to be careful not to cause harm to something he loves and admires despite him being a sadomasochist and willing to do whatever it takes to make us love him back.)

Ngl tho, thinking about this is pretty sad because I bet if Bill ever truly did fall in love with someone, especially a human, he wouldn’t know how to show that love or affection at least in a healthy and non traumatic way. And even when he has genuinely good(ish) intentions, he would be absolutely dumbfounded when the reader ends up not wanting to ever see him again when he gives them what he thought was the best display of his affection and love for them. I can imagine him giving the reader something messed up as a gift and although he doesn’t show it, he’s secretly excited to see our positive reaction by his very thoughtful gift but when the reader starts to cry and not out of happiness he’s just like “…what the helllllll” he might even think we’re the weird one. 😔

AAHH, THIS WAS ROTTING IN MY INBOX BECAUSE I DIDN'T SEE IT I'M SO SORRY-

He had to trick you for access to your body, of course. Simple enough. What annoyed him was the feeling of guilt while he lied to you by ommission.

But it'll be worth it, after all, he's fulfilling your "wish," after all!

"Man, sunspot, two eyes never fails to confuse me, y'know that?" he laughs, feeling up everywhere he can. "Not used to it, after all!"

You float there, in a stunned silence. What just happened? Seriously, what just happened?

"Hey, toots, ya take really good care of your teeth, did you know that? Loads of people I've done this to have the most rotten teeth, and- hey, why the long face?"

You stare in shock. "My body- you-you-"

"What about it? You'll get it back! I just happened to hear you telling that Pinetree kid you wondered how this felt, and hey, I'm a nice guy, so I had to help you out!"

Of course he had to help you. Only you though. No one else would get this as a privilege, only when he needs a temporary puppet.

They'd also have a few random scars by the end of it too. Not you, though. He can't bring himself to hurt your perfect, fragile little human body.

"Pinetree? You mean Dipper?" you ask.

"Ahaha, is that his name? Silly me!"

Bill goes back to admiring your body. "Your skin is nice! It's not perfectly smooth, but the only humans with "perfectly smooth" skin are mysteriously only seen on the internet!"

Many oddly placed compliments later, Bill begins to get confused by your obvious fear. You should be enjoying this. Why aren't you?

"Hey, if you're gonna act like your puppy died, at least explain yourself!"

Unfortunately for him, now you're just pissed. "Get out of my body, now."

"Whaddaya mean? You wanted this!"

"No I didn't! It was a hypothetical thing!"

"Well, now it isn't! C'mon, where's my 'thank you'?"

"GET OUT AND NEVER, EVER SHOW UP IN MY DREAMS, OR MY BODY AGAIN!"

He flinches. You screamed at him.

His mind thinks he should be angry, but somehow, he just feels sad.

"Alright then, sunspot. My bad."

A few seconds pass, and you find yourself back in your entirety unharmed body.

Underwhelming, but so comforting.

Bill just stares intently, trying to figure out what he did wrong.

[velvetvexations]

For two, I want talk about TRANSMISOGYNY to actually get taken seriously. I want to talk about how so many stereotypes of trans people as a whole come from shitty caricatures of trans women that THEMSELVES come from shitty caricatures of both "perverted" men AND "hysterical" cis women. I want to talk about how everything that is transandrophobic has a transmisogynistic flip side and vice versa. I want to talk about tokenism and the superficial support that vanishes the moment a trans woman isn't the "positive" caricature people made her out to be - and how the trans-specific version of that is only one example of a template that was codified against trans women but oh boy does it get applied to all trans people, see previous points. I want to discuss these things and have them taken seriously, WITHOUT people jumping on it as an excuse to just shit on transmascs and "theyfabs" and otherwise just take the path of least resistance by taking it out on another scapegoat minority. And I especially hate it, because the more I think about it, I'm pretty sure a lot of tumblr's most homophobic memes (e.g., twink (derogatory)) really did solidify right around the time that "homophobia" was damned near only being used to shut down ace people, and holy shit I do not want people to use this environment to do THAT.

I really feel the same way. I almost always have my hopes dashed when I see a really good post about transfem issues I really relate to and then it turns out the OP fucking sucks.

Reblog 5 posts about trans women every time I reblog one about trans men or else I'm bad If I make a post about my own problems, I have to be incredibly clear about how privileged I am and how other people have it worse or else I'm bad If I see a post that's transmisogynistic, I have to actively argue with the OP or else I'm some privileged dude doing nothing with my power and so I'm bad I have to br 100% clear about what my stance is on transcourse in the tags of every post or else I'll make trans women feel unsafe and so I'm bad It goes on and on. Eventually, I made up so many rules that I had to get off the internet bc every time I wanted to post ot reblog something I'd have to compulsively examine the post for days, search through the OP's entire blog, etc etc etc. It sucked! Glad I'm getting treatment! I wanna be clear though that I'm not blaming trans people of any kind for my. LOL! Caught myself!! Caught myself with "having to be 100% clear or else I'm unsafe" compulsion! Anyways, thanks for listening. I'm wondering if any other queer with moral ocd have had discourse affect them like this! 🤔

I'm sorry anon, I promise you don't have to live your life like that. You're not a bad person.

Ehhhhh. They are all those things, but I don't think most of them are former members of or directly sympathetic to 4chan culture. It's just that trans women are the in-group and 4chan happens to be where trans women who used to be (more obviously) problematic hung out the way that's TERFism for transmascs.

I haven't! A lot of things like that are triggering me in one way or another, either because it discusses hate crimes or just the general crushing opposition we face, but I like to read what I can make it through.

Happy to provide, anon. <3

[guizika]

My Family

The boys x GN! Reader

Cw - GN! reader, you/yours pronouns, just a special holiday fanfic, can be read as platonic, fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - Christmas is finally here, but this year you'll have to celebrate it in a different way.

Word count - 633

Christmas, such a beautiful time, with children smiling, playing, parents buying presents, families getting together. A period full of traditions and legends.

Well, Christmas is a beautiful time but this year you won't have the privilege of enjoying it, too busy trying to survive amidst all the chaos of Supers and humans. You've been hiding out with Frenchie, Butcher, Kimiko, MM and Hughie for some time now, as you've been hunted by Vought.

However, even in the midst of all this mess, you still try to bring a little light to them, especially to Kimiko, the new member of the group. So, to try and cheer up the group, you decide to put together an improvised Christmas tree, using some recycled materials.

"And boom, it's ready, what do you think, Milk?" You ask, looking adoringly at your newest creation, MM just stares and laughs slightly, walking over to you and crossing his arms as he looks at the Christmas tree.

"I think Butcher's going to kill you." He laughs lightly, making you let out a snort of amusement. "But seriously, it looks pretty good for a makeshift Christmas tree." At these words, your smile widens, happy to have had your work praised.

Soon, Frenchie and Kimiko appear, he looks intrigued at the Christmas tree while Kimiko looks on adoringly. "Camarade, did you do that?" He asks, receiving a nod of confirmation from MM. "You have a talent for art." Milk says, pointing at you, a smug smile on his face.

"Wow, look at that, someone found time to celebrate Christmas in the midst of all the chaos." Butcher's voice echoes off the walls, causing your smile to fade and a frown to appear in its place, Hughie was at Butcher's side, looking at the Christmas tree with curiosity.

"Of course I did, we've got to try and distract ourselves a bit, or we'll go crazy like you." Your tone contained a hint of irony, causing Butcher to crack a smile and Hughie to make a worried expression.

"Right, do you want to celebrate Christmas? Let's celebrate then, we've got nothing else to do anyway." Butcher says, coming closer to the tree and analyzing the details. Everyone, even you, is shocked to hear his words. "Wait a minute, what do you mean?" You ask incredulously, not having processed what is happening.

"Well, we can't do anything at the moment because they're hunting us like crazy, so let's celebrate Christmas, we really have nothing to lose." Butcher shrugged, leaning over to try and get a better look at a Christmas tree decoration you've made. "But I still think you could have used that creativity on something else."

"Can we really celebrate Christmas?" Frenchie asks in an excited tone, looking at everyone in the group, when Butcher nods positively as he approaches you and gives you a hug. "Thank you, Ami!"

Kimiko smiles at you and then you smile back at her, pleased to have managed to lighten the mood. Hughie walks over to you and puts his hand on your shoulder. "Thanks for that, we really needed that break." You just smile and then scratch the back of your head. "We're all a bit frazzled, but it'll be over soon, won't it?" Your tone is optimistic.

When Hughie goes to talk to the others, MM walks up to you and smiles, looking at you with his arms crossed. "Man, what you did was really important, we're all a bit exhausted, this will lighten the load on our shoulders." Your gaze goes to the group, who are chatting and laughing. "Yeah, I'm glad I managed to do that." It's the last thing you say before you're pulled into the circle of conversation, laughing and chatting with your friends, who over time you've come to call family.

Please don't translate my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

[abitchnamedtia]

NSFW alphabet : Alastor Moody

!! I don't own Harry Potter and I don't support JKR !!

Also, english isn't my first language sorry

Infos : GN reader, fluff

TW : sex : MINOR DON'T READ PLZ

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Soft touch, gentle kisses, big bear hug. He's perfect. You're the most important person in his life and he want to thank you for what you offer to him. Because yes, he think that sex is a privilege that you accord to him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your lips. The way that you smile at him without any disgust, the way that you always kiss him when you sees him in a room... It makes him warm.

You like his scars. Real testimony of his life, his battles, his courage. It proves how strong he is. He's you beautiful warrior.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically).

Being sometimes very traditional about sex, he'll cum in you only. On you would feel dirty for him. The last thing he wants is to make you feel that way.

But he might get persuaded to cum on your mouth. Swallow and you'll lost the poor man.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alastor have a thing for when you take the lead. He love when you climb on him and told him what exactly you want. You honesty is incredibly hot and make him wanna do anything you want.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He surely had some experience when he was younger.

But since a long time, he used to paid for sex. (It's not my idea but omg I love this hc). He trusted sex workers more than total strangers. He usually goes once every few months as a pause in his life and to relieve his stress.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Missionary or you above him, tight in his arms ("watering can" position) when his leg need rest. A position where he can watch your face while being close to you. He loves to see that you really like it, that's he's doing good to please you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Alastor is mostly serious during the act, but he might surprise you with some humourous dirty talk (who was extremely hot btw).

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Alastor doesn't really care about that. Luckily, magic makes the work easier.

He'll do the bare minimum to be clean, bit if you wants him to do things differently, he'll oblige.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Alastor isn't the most romantic person ever.

But he'll hold you so tight and would make love with such tenderness...

Expect some sweet declarations from him during the love time.

Oh dear... You make me feel so alive... I love you so much...

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

First of all, PTSD and mental health have a real impact on libido so I think that (especially after the thing with Crouch), his libido was really low.

And second of all, Moody used to bottle all his needs, resulting in a lot of sex with you when you wake his libido up.

So, no masturbation for Alastor. He prefers making love with you by far.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

During your first time together, you couldn't stop to tell him how good he was, how beautiful you find him. It was the first time that someone told him that.

With you he discovered that he loved being praised. So yeah, praise kink.

Other than that, he's soft and not really into anything related to bdsm. Sex is something sweet and intimate for him. He would hate to hurt you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In a safe place, at his house which is protected by tons of protective spells, or in you room at Grimmaud's place.

And most of the time in a bed. That's much easier for him and less painful for his leg.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Just you showing clearly that you love or want him.

He's used to seen disgust in other persons eyes. But seeing your love or more, your desire, in yours...

And if you combine that with your hands in any part of him with a smile... The poor man is lost.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you. That's a total no for him.

And with that, all things that'll make you in danger are forbidden.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Go down on him and you'll lost him. His sounds... Oh gosh....! You would destroy the entire world to hear him moaning like this.

And he know what he's doing with his thong. But the story behind that is really sad.

When he had sex before you, it was usually payed. During the act, he could seen the hidden disgust on their faces. And as an apologize for them to have to sleep with a man as ugly as him, he would do down on them. Pleasure can mask ugliness for a moment.

But with you it's different. His skills aren't to make you forgot his uglyness, only to please the one person who is kind enough to go on his bed.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly slow. Working slowly with you until the orgasm is his thing.

It's always sensual but sometimes it's more rough during quickies or when you were particularly desperate.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He used to dislike them. He love to take his time to make love to you. It was something special and unique for him. But as your relationship grows, his sex drive too. And you two are much more comfortable to tell each other when you want to have sex.

So now, sometimes it's really just a thing to release the pressure and having your lover's body closed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

No. Definitely no. He's to scared that something might happen or if you being hurt that he'll never take any risks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina isn't the same than when he was young. So it's one, maybe two rounds.

But he always makes sure that you come twice everytime, before letting himself came.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No. And he don't really want some. But if you have toys and want to include them in the room, he might like it because he sees it as a way to makes you feel even better.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not at all. He's totally at your feet and is here only to please you. You don't even have to beg.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's really loud when he moan and growls. You're so good, he can't stop it.

At first he was uncomfortable with it. But one time you told him how hot that was, and since he continues.

But no one can hear him because of all the spell he puts on the bedroom.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character)

His often use his magic eye to see behind your clothes. And you knows it.

It often lead to you wearing the sexiest lingerie or simply nothing behind you clothes for him to see it. If you wear any toys it's a bonus.

All this results in him blushing and mumbling without anyone but you knowing the reason.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Big dick energy.

Much larger than longer. But still big

You know I'm right...

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I that, due to his mental health, his libido was fluctuating. He used to go by long period without any desires (after the Crouch affair for example).

But now?

Everytime you allow him, he'll take it. But you'll have to take the lead, he's still shy about asking for any sexual intercourse.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With his nightmares and his anxiety, Alastor have some troubles to sleep. But making love to you helps a bit. And sleeping with you in his arms definitely help too.

He'll always fall asleep after you and it's usually the sweet sounds of your respiration that makes him fall asleep.

[otterpop13]

It's pretty long, so I send it here but hear me bunnie cunt :

I wanna invite you over, let you assume you're a guest, while you're the entertainer.

I'll tell you to come 1h after everyone else, you're arrive to my place and be collared at entrance. I bring you on leash to the crowd so they grope your ass and tits to validate the freaky fucktoy of the day. They are especially sleezy taking their time grabbing your crotch and tits to reach your clit and nipples through clothes. They make you drip like a filthy little slut, eager to be abused by all these older perverted men.

I pull the leash and you come back to me… in the middle of the room, whispering to you “ tonight I’m your daddy , “bunnie bitch”. You gasp and look around … see every man sitting in the sofas pulling their cock out. I make you strip to undress and you filthy baby slut try your best to put up a show. I whip your face, your ass or tits with your leash whenever you are too slow for my taste or not sexy enough … You see the audience getting even harder everytime ... for each of your squeals.

At the end of your strip, i push your head down, forcing you on your knees. I pull out my cock watching you gasp ... and make them watch your skills, as i plunge all of it directly down your throat .... pinching your nose and fucking your jaw numb and your throat gagging and choking from every thrust. I let them get closer if they want to watch your throat bulge, making fun of the natural cock pleaser you are... young cocksleeves simply are the best ... nothing can beat a fresh hole.

I am the host, you are my slut, i get the privilege of pumping the first load in your holes … and i do intend to use it thorougly … pulling my cock out of your throat you try to grasp a second breathe , only to see me turning you around… using your sloppy throat and cunt juices to barely lube up your butt, that will do , while poking the entrance…. In a single slam i push my cock in one thrust up your guts, making you scream and shake … in pain. I whisper " shhhh little one, that is how good girl have fun ... i will hurt you good and you will cum into a filthy ragdoll at the end " while i break your hole to a whole new size, for the audience's greater delight …

Every now and then you'd see one of the guests get up and cum over your body, or simply grab your face and fuck your skull one, two three, sometimes 4 thrusts ... just what he needs to get over the edge and pump you full of his cum. After each user is done, he simply gets up and goes to the table, waiting for the dinner, one after the other. No matter how hard you cum from your butt being raped, no matter how much cum is already dripping from your face, I make sure you can't gather two shit for thought, pounding your butthole into sweet agony ... swapping positions to let everyone enjoy your orgasming face and moans ... You feel me getting bigger ... i swap holes ... push myself womb deep in a single thrust, you gasp , but by now, your cunt is so damned wet that it slides in with no effort. "There it is , little fucking whore, daddy will breed you like a sow ... do you like that? do you like being daddy's cum dumpster?" you hear as i whisper at your ear, humping you doggy style like a savage beast .... but not for long .... a few thrusts more and you feel something pumping into your wombs ... warm and thick cum filling you up full … full of my seeds … breeding you like MY sow .

After i cum, everyone goes to the table, even if they didn't get their turn. The food is already on , and everyone helps himself. We start eating , talking and praising my hospitality for bringing such a filthy young bitch in heat tonight … while .... you have no seat, your place is below … under … crawling between our legs, going from cock to cock sucking men after men like a thick warm paci .... only to have your delightful milk poured down your throat, one cock at a time. Cum will be your only food tonight, so you better be good at it , you will please the remaining men who didn't get their chance to cum in or on you, and savour the mixed flavour of older men's seed in your mouth... ruining furthermore your slutty mind. You listen to men laughing at your filth and depravity, comparing your holes to the slut of the week before and yet keep sucking, stuck in a loop of shame and lust … unable to think anymore … just wanting to please, to be praised and useful … but mostly, craving to be used, by all these strong cocks …. you did get your orgasm, but one cock is far from enough for a slut like you to be satisfied. Little do you know that the real party starts after diner … and that gangbanging your holes into a mess of cum piss and squirt ought to be your desert … the reward for all your efforts for keeping our cocks pleased and your users entertained.

Such a good little fucktoy, after the party i'll be busy handing your phone around to all your future users … being the guest is fun, but being the shared fuckmeat feels so much better … you would never dare to refuse … you are a natural cock pleaser afterall, aren't you?

Mhm🥺

[alexenglish]

I remember a few years ago there was a conversation about young parenthood on your blog and I found it really refreshing, especially since it's hard to hear about queer parenting in the first place unless you're actively seeking those stories out. Feel free to ignore, but how did you ever find the courage to navigate life as a queer young parent in an increasingly cis-centric world, and, if I can ask, what have been some unexpected positives about it (or positives you didn't think would happen but happened). (Sorry this is so formal, lol, I don't know whats up with me)

honestly, i have such a strong set of beliefs that i am compelled to parent in a way that is authentic to those beliefs, how i experience the world, and my own identity so it's less about courage and more about me being insufferable and correct and knowing what matters lmao

i do have the immense privilege of an incredible support system. even if the outside world is telling my kiddo that unicorns are for girls and boys shouldn't be sensitive, everyone who has a hand in raising him has a lot of the same fundamentals to teach him from. they either completely understand where i'm coming from when it comes to teaching him certain things/allowing him to express himself in certain ways, firmly believe those things themselves, or are willing to try to understand when it's something important. not having to defend myself to those close to me goes a long way. we are undoubtedly safe and comfortable and, most importantly, consistent. i don't have anyone close to him undermining us and telling him he can't cry or can't wear his hair long or that there are only two genders.

the most unexpected positive for me is talking to other parents who want to do what i do but don't really have a blueprint for it. a lot of people raise their kids like they were raised and parrot a lot of stuff their parents said and don't even realize that it doesn't align with what they actually believe or the values they want to teach their kids! they're just adhering to a script and they don't know they can go off it and make a generational change. i love having casual conversations with parents where i can refute the script and make them kind of light up in epiphany. and it's funny because it's not like i know jack shit either! we're all just learning! but sometimes what i think is obvious isn't to them and when we talk about it, it shifts their perspective. it's fun to be the person that makes them think more deliberately about how they're parenting!

anyway idk parenting is SUPER weird and it's a little bit of a landmine because it's a very sensitive subject for a lot of people, but it's between your family and your little and that's the framework that matters most. the work you're putting in at home. what you believe. what they believe. encouraging them to draw their own conclusions. we've personally done a lot of 'if you like it, that's what matters' work in the last couple of years because the kids at school telling him boys shouldn't like unicorns and he shouldn't paint his nails and pink is stupid, and while we're working on how important it is to deconstruct misogynistic thinking, he also has to has the confidence in himself and his interests outside of what his peers think of them and it's my responsibility to give him that confidence.

uhm honestly i'm not sure if that was the answer you were looking for, but thanks for asking. i really love talking about parent shit.

[notyour-misfit]

It's pretty long, but hear me dumb cunt :

I wanna invite you over, let you assume you're a guest, while you're the entertainer.

I'll tell you to come 1h after everyone else, you're arrive to my place and be collared at entrance. I bring you on leash to the crowd so they grope your ass and tits to validate the freaky fucktoy of the day. They are especially sleezy taking their time grabbing your crotch and tits to reach your clit and nipples through clothes. They make you drip like a filthy little slut, eager to be abused by all these older perverted men.

I pull the leash and you come back to me… in the middle of the room, you look around and see every man sitting in the sofas , and pulling their cock out. I grab your throat , choking you, and force you to face me… “ tonight I’m daddy, dumb bunnie bitch “ before I make you strip to undress and you filthy slut try your best to put up a show. I whip your face, your ass or tits with your leash whenever you are too slow for my taste or not sexy enough … You see the audience getting even harder everytime ... for each of your squeals.

At the end of your strip, i push your head down, forcing you on your knees. I pull out my cock watching you gasp ... and make them watch your skills, as i plunge all of it directly down your throat .... pinching your nose and fucking your jaw numb and your throat gagging and choking from every thrust. I let them get closer if they want to watch your throat bulge, making fun of the natural cock pleaser you are... young cocksleeves simply are the best ... nothing can beat a fresh hole.

I am the host, you are my slut, i get the privilege of pumping the first load in your holes … and i do intend to use it thorougly … pulling my cock out of your throat you try to grasp a second breathe , only to see me turning you around… using your sloppy throat and cunt juices to barely lube up your butt, that will do , while poking the entrance…. In a single slam i push my cock in one thrust up your guts, making you scream and shake … in pain. I whisper " shhhh little cunt, that is how good girls have fun ... i will hurt you good and you will cum into a filthy ragdoll at the end " while i break your hole to a whole new size, for the audience's greater delight …

Every now and then you'd see one of the guests get up and cum over your body, or simply grab your face and fuck your skull one, two three, sometimes 4 thrusts ... just what he needs to get over the edge and pump you full of his cum. After each user is done, he simply gets up and goes to the table, waiting for the dinner, one after the other. No matter how hard you cum from your butt being raped, no matter how much cum is already dripping from your face, I make sure you can't gather two shit for thought, pounding your butthole into sweet agony ... swapping positions to let everyone enjoy your orgasming face and moans ... You feel me getting bigger ... i swap holes ... push myself womb deep in a single thrust, you gasp , but by now, your cunt is so damned wet that it slides in with no effort. "There it is , little fucking whore, daddy will breed you like a sow ... do you like that? do you like being daddy's cum dumpster?" you hear as i whisper at your ear, humping you doggy style like a savage beast .... but not for long .... a few thrusts more and you feel something pumping into your wombs ... warm and thick cum filling you up full … full of my seeds … breeding you like MY sow .

After i cum, everyone goes to the table, even if they didn't get their turn. The food is already on , and everyone helps himself. We start eating , talking and praising my hospitality for bringing such a filthy young bitch in heat tonight … while .... you have no seat, your place is below … under … crawling between our legs, going from cock to cock sucking men after men like a thick warm paci .... only to have your delightful milk poured down your throat, one cock at a time. Cum will be your only food tonight, so you better be good at it , you will please the remaining men who didn't get their chance to cum in or on you, and savour the mixed flavour of older men's seed in your mouth... ruining furthermore your slutty mind.

You listen to men laughing at your filth and depravity, comparing your holes to the slut of the week before and yet keep sucking, stuck in a loop of shame and lust … unable to think anymore … just wanting to please, to be praised and useful … but mostly, craving to be used, by all these strong cocks …. you did get your orgasm, but one cock is far from enough for a slut like you to be satisfied. Little do you know that the real party starts after diner … and that gangbanging your holes into a mess of cum piss and squirt ought to be your desert … the reward for all your efforts for keeping our cocks pleased and your users entertained.

Such a good little fucktoy, after the party i'll be busy handing your phone around to all your future users … being the guest is fun, but being the shared fuckmeat feels so much better … you would never dare to refuse … you are a natural cock pleaser afterall, aren't you?

yes please