#this should be illegal frankly it feels wrong

[cinder-stella]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲 ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა

suggestive, domestic, slice of life

<18+ NSFW>toji, sukuna, nanami, gojo, geto<18+ NSFW>

There comes a time in every relationship where the man in your life gets a little...antsy, so to speak. Maybe a little too helpful. A little too, “you look so good when you're angry.”

You got it: he’s horny. And bless his heart, he’s trying to hint at it.

So I present to you *drumroll*:

“What JJK Men Do When They’re Horny and Trying to Hint at It”

(In other words: how to spot the world’s most transparent mating rituals.)

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TOJI

He’s laid-back—at least, on the surface. Reclined in a chair, hand behind his head just enough to expose the edge of that deep, carved hipbone that should be illegal. He talks like nothing’s going on. Like you’re just hanging out. But his eyes…Oh, his eyes give him away. They drag over you like a predator. Just unhurried, lazy and oh so possessive.

And then he shifts just a bit. His hand grazes your exposed thigh and his gaze tilts up at you like he’s already imagined how you’d look in his lap. He licks his bottom lip without thinking then huffs a low laugh like he knows he shouldn’t be staring.

But he doesn’t stop. “You look good in those shorts.” The words are casual and loose. But his voice drops a full octave when he says it . Slow and low, skimming right down your spine.

“You mean the one i wear all the time?” You raise an eyebrow and shift to hide to way your skin reacts to his touch.

“Hm, I don’t recall.” Then, he leans back again. Opens his legs. Spreads them wide like a silent dare and rests one arm along the back of the couch behind you. (holy frick)

Ok, now you’re hot. Too hot. You feel your face flushing. Why did he have to be so sexy????

You’re watching his throat now. The way it moves when he swallows. The flex of muscle under skin.���I know what you’re doing, Toji.” You huff finally.

He just smiles like he knows exactly what kind of thoughts you’re having. And he’s in no rush. He’s going to make you stew in them.

RYOMEN

He smells you before he even registers that you walked in. Warm skin, soap, and a hint of something floral. He grins like a cat who’s about to pounce.

There you are, towel wrapped just tight enough to make his eyes literally devour you and he’s already plotting how to ruin your day in the best way possible.

“Oh? Playing dress-up with the towel? Trying to get a rise out of me?” he says, voice dripping with wicked amusement.

You give him a “really?” look and keep walking. Big mistake. Because suddenly he’s behind you, his heat pressing against your back, and holy shit his pants are definitely doing the cha-cha. They are really, going at it. I mean you knew he was a grower but damn.

He leans in close, voice rough. “You have any idea what you do to me just by standing there?”

Your eyes dart down and yep. There it is. The shameless hard-on. In all its glory. In all it’s sexy…girthy…long…delicious glory. (i’m sorry he’s just really hot.)

You bite your lip, trying to keep a straight face, but inside you’re thinking, “Okay, damn. I see you. And frankly? I’m impressed.”

KENTO

One thing about Kento, is that he stares.

Nanami’s just trying to mow the lawn like a responsible adult, minding his own business, when he catches you squatting down to pull weeds.

It’s innocent, right? Wrong.

Your shorts are cut so high that the curve of your ass is basically waving at him like a neon sign. And when you bend forward, your top shifts just enough to reveal the soft swell of your breasts almost right there in his line of sight.

He doesn’t mean to stare. Really. He’s just… caught off guard. He tries to look anywhere but there but the second his eyes catch that perfect view, everything goes south. Literally.

His jaw tightens, lawn mower suddenly sounds like way too loud to focus, and now…he’s definitely sporting an accidental hard-on. It’s almost as if he has to turn the lawn mower off completely to see properly.

Obviously you spot him, hands gripping the lawn mower a little too tightly, looking like he just swallowed a lemon. How could you not notice him. He’s just standing menacingly. And he looks really good doing it. Your eyes trail down his hot, muscular body. You stare at how sexy and golden the hairs on his arms look in the sunlight. Then you take a little peak at his package just cause. Oh, yeah. Smack. Right in your face. (i’m really trying to be civil here)

It takes a lot out of you not to bend over and present your whole being to him then and there so you settle for smirking and you call out, “If you’re gonna stare, at least help me pull weeds.”

He coughs, cheeks flaming behind those glasses. “I was, uh, inspecting the grass.”

You raise a brow. “Mhm. Suuuure.”

And the way his gaze flickers back down well, let’s just say you won’t be letting him off easy anytime soon.

GOJO

Gojo’s got a PhD in Testing Your Limits with a Minor in ‘Bothering You Until You Climb Him Like a Tree.’ He’s touchy at baseline but when he’s horny? Every single graze, every wink, every casually suggestive comment is an audition for what he really wants to do.

He’s behind you in the kitchen, doing absolutely nothing to help with his arms wrapped around your waist as he sways you side to side like you’re slow dancing in the middle of making eggs. His hands shamelessly roamed your body but not in a sweet boyfriend way. This says “I’m imagining bending you over the counter.”

You elbow him lightly. “Can I help you?”

“Just admiring the view,” he hums, leaning in to kiss your neck. “And imagining what kind of sound you’d make if I bit right here.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Yeah,” he says, spinning you around and cupping your face like he’s about to say something profound. “Inside you.”

You choke on your own breath. “Why are you feral.”

He pulls you in for a kiss but it’s soft and misleading. His hand trails down, over your back, until it settles on your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze then a playful smack. You flinch, laughing in surprise.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he whispers, voice low and hot against your ear. “You’re quite tempting you know.”

And then his hand makes its way to your neck. He applies just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His lips brush yours again and the kiss deepens like he’s daring you to lose your grip first. (i just knowww he knows every single thing that gets you going…my goodness…im sweating)

You pull back, flushed with your eyes wide. “Are you trying to seduce me or start something you can’t finish?”

He grins. “Baby, if I start something, I’m finishing. Twice.”

SUGURU

You wake up from a nap like the embodiment of coziness—hair messy, cheeks warm and blanket still half-draped over your thigh. You’re radiating that soft, sleepy heat. That sleepy, warm, clean scent is just taking over the atmosphere.

When Suguru walks into the bedroom he smells it before he even sees you.

He stops dead in his tracks like he’s been hit by a tranquilizer dart. His eyes go wide, pupils blown and his chest rises a little too fast.

“Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath like he’s in pain.

You blink at him, all squinty and half-conscious, still stretching with a yawn. What the heck was he on about?

He’s on you in two steps, crouching beside the bed like you’re some kind of relic. His nose brushes your shoulder, inhaling deeply like you’re a bath&body works candle.

“That smell…fuck, you’re so warm,” he murmurs, eyes practically rolling back. “I swear, I could sink into you and die happy.”

You blink at him again, a slow, sleepy smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re being so dramatic.”

But he’s not listening. His hand slides along your thigh, fingertips ghosting over the edge of your shorts like he was about to call a locksmith for your panties.

“You don’t get it,” he says, jaw clenching. “You smell like sleep and heat and…fuck—do you even know what that does to me?”

You giggle, which only makes it worse. His eyes flutter shut like he’s overwhelmed.

And when you shift, just slightly, he groans quiet and deep, like he’s physically holding himself back from just. sinking. it. in. (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah—)

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In conclusion:

Men are not subtle. Especially not JJK men.

And if one more of them gets hard just because you walked past them in a towel or smelled like a nap…honestly that’s just hot asf, I can’t lie.

Ryomen’s pitching a tent like it’s a camping trip.

Toji’s staring like your shorts* are gonna evaporate if he concentrates hard enough.

Kento’s trying to pretend he's just “admiring the landscaping.”

Geto’s just one whiff away from dining on the kat like it’s a Michelin-star buffet.

And Gojo…That man touches you like he’s trying to trigger a sprinkler in your pants.

Anyway, hydrate. Stretch. Lock your door if Gojo’s anywhere within a 10-mile radius and you’re in anything less than a track suit.

And remember, just because he grabbed your ass and whispered “just admiring the view” doesn’t mean you owe him anything.

But you can laugh. Loudly. Preferably right before you make him beg. Cause it’s always better when they beg ;).

♡´ˎ˗✎

* means edit was made. this ain’t proofread 0~o

[frodothefair]

The United States of Fanfiction vs. Project 2025

Hello, friends!

I happen to be passionate about free speech, and fandom in particular, and since I've been seeing a number of posts to the tune of "Project 2025 is going to ban (and potentially criminalize) fanfiction," I’ve decided to take a deep dive into the issue over the last 24 hours. I’ve done a decent amount of research between other tasks, and I've asked my spouse – who is more politically aware than I am – to explain an embarrassing number of things to me like I'm five. The following is a result of my efforts, and it pertains to Project 2025 as it may affect freedom of speech as well as fandom.

This is not a diagnostic, or a clairvoyant look. I will get some things wrong, and so will anyone else who attempts to predict the future. But feel free to conversate with me, correct me, and contribute your own takes.

The tl/dr version of this article is as follows:

Project 2025 is an ethos and a "wish list" put out by a conservative think tank. It is not a law, a bill, or any kind of concrete action.

No content will become illegal that isn't already.

The IS a concrete law called KOSA that's been making its way through the federal legislature for the last 2-3 years. It is meant to require for-profit platforms (aka not AO3, but yes Tumblr) to funnel certain "harmful" content away from their users who are minors. If you support free speech and the actual safety of kids online, you should OPPOSE this bill. That is a concrete thing you can do. But again, no content is suddenly being outlawed or banned.

For those who want to know more, without further ado... Brace yourselves, this is going to be long.

Unsurprisingly, there seems to be a decent amount of misinformation on this issue.

I'll say right off the bat -- Project 2025 is a huge problem and it is scary, because it aims to dismantle a lot of the freedoms and government structures we take for granted. 

But here is what Project 2025 ISN'T.

It is NOT a law, and it is NOT a bill. 

Rather, it is a broad, 900-page "wish list" put out by an ultra-conservative think tank called The Heritage Foundation, which has existed since the 80's. A lot of actual conservatives consider it frankly crazy. 

There are a number of staff from Trump's first administration who have joined The Heritage Foundation over the past several years. At least one of those people, Trump has hired back. Outside of that, he has gone back and forth about his views on Project 2025, as he does on most things. 

Now, what are think tanks? They're exactly what they sound like. They think. And they put out really long documents aimed at influencing policymaking. They do not actually make the policies, but they aspire to carve their ideological pathways into the minds of those who do.

Now, how are laws actually made? Laws are proposed in the House of Representatives or the senate. By representatives and senators. They then take a really long time and a lot of back and forth to pass. The president, his cabinet, and various other stakeholders such as think tanks and lobbyists (people with lots of money who make it their business to hassle lawmakers) can influence the legislative process. Then, once laws get passed after much trial and tribulation, they may get challenged in various courts as unconstitutional. Trump in particular can influence the legislative process by appointing judges who will make decisions aligning with his ideology. (Think what he has done to the Supreme Court).

Now, back to Project 2025, the section everyone in fandom seems to be worried about runs as follows:

"Pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children, for instance, is not a political Gordian knot inextricably binding up disparate claims about free speech, property rights, sexual liberation, and child welfare. It has no claim to First Amendment protection. Its purveyors are child predators and misogynistic exploiters of women. Their product is as addictive as any illicit drug and as psychologically destructive as any crime. Pornography should be outlawed. The people who produce and distribute it should be imprisoned. Educators and public librarians who purvey it should be classed as registered sex offenders. And telecommunications and technology firms that facilitate its spread should be shuttered."

Take note of the language. Its tone is that of incendiary rhetoric, not law. It tells its readers (which it assumes are Trump loyalists) that the end-goal is a total crackdown on pornography – whatever it decides that is. But these pie-in-the-sky discursive acrobatics simply don’t land. They are a what without any semblance of a how. And while that vagueness is inherently terrifying (because a lack of firm definitions always suits those in power), please do not lose sight of the fact that the Project 2025 lays out Napoleonic plans without any hint at how they will be accomplished. 

Law, and actual legal documents go into excruciating detail as to who, what, when, where, and how will be affected. They make at least some attempt to describe what is and isn’t under a law's jurisdiction. 

While Project 2025 indeed sets an frightening ethos, it does not give a blueprint. What is lost in the terrifying vision it proposes is how hard it would be to implement their ideas on the mass scale they are proposing.

That being said, we absolutely need to be vigilant for any initiatives that align with those views. Because chances are, if we do nothing, the freedoms will erode gradually, similar to a "frog in the pot" phenomenon, where the temperature goes up one degree at a time until the frog is cooked. 

There are concrete things to worry about. And some of them are lost in the blinding Mercury effect that is Project 2025. One of them in particular already has a head start.

I am talking of course about KOSA (the Kids Online Safety Act), which is making its way through the federal legislature and has been... for the last 2-3 years. Many people have identified it as a "Censorship Bill in Disguise" that mandates for-profit websites to "protect" their underage users from certain "harmful" material. 

What does this mean in practice? That is tech companies are aware that a user is a minor (there is some info floating around that this will be done by government ID's, but that's not actually written into the law), then they will be required to funnel certain material away from them. ***Specifically, algorithms and other design elements will not be allowed to suggest certain content to minors, though that content will still be hostable and searchable.***

The obvious problem is that what's "harmful" may be broadly defined, and there is concern that kids will not be able to access information about LBGTQ+, mental health, reproductive rights, etc. 

But again, here's what NOT happening. Unlike the language of Project 2025, nothing is being criminalized for creators. In other words, no, you will not go to jail for writing fanfiction, and fanfiction will not be illegal, no matter what it’s about. Nothing that is of an "adult" nature will actually be illegal that isn't already. The law is a mandate on the tech companies to funnel it away from their underage users. ***Importantly, they are not required to delete or "block" any content -- they just can't suggest it or push it to underage users via algorithms or other "design features." Of course, this is easier said than done, and the tech companies may in fact short-circuit compliance by changing their TOS to avoid hosting certain material to begin with, and they may still delete content, and no, none of this is good or even "not that bad," but this does not translate to an automatic, blanket ban.***

Critically, as the proposed KOSA law is written now, nonprofits like AO3 are exempt. But tumblr is not, tiktok is not, instagram is not. So fandom will be affected, but not universally.

(That is, AO3 is exempt for now. There is a bill in progress called HR 9495 that would allow the government to strip organizations of their nonprofit status without any due process - that's scary too).

But here's the other thing. KOSA has been around since 2022, and it keeps getting blocked and rewritten in Congress. It was endorsed by Joe Biden himself -- way before Trump, before Project 2025, before all of it! In the most recent session of the House of Representatives, it stalled again before the House went on recess for the election. There is a decent amount of opposition to KOSA from the tech lobby (unsurprising) as well as from Republicans themselves, who fear that it will block kids from seeing anti-abortion rhetoric (ironic).

However, the KOSA example gives an idea of how slow the legislative bodies are to get things done. It also highlights the difference between Project 2025's extremist and incendiary language, and what is actually happening and how it happens.

So: what can we do?

The most concrete thing you can do right now is to work to stop KOSA. Part of the reason why it didn’t pass the first two times was because people protested. To this end, you may call your representatives, email them, write to them, protest peacefully if you want to. This bill is actually dangerous, and a wolf in sheep's clothing, because "protect the children" is always an easy sell to someone who's not looking closely. And you can click here to fill out a form opposing it: https://www.stopkosa.com/ 

But there is more!

KEEP CREATING!! We are all fundamentally creative people. Creativity awakens the senses. We will not find victory by being numb and leaving creative energy on the table. So draw. Compose. Hit publish. Hit send. And hit one another up when you’re feeling down, or when you think that your friends might need a good hello. And to my fellow writers, KEEP DYING! KEEP WRITING IT DOWN! (That’s the words of CK Williams, by the way). We are the multitude, and the more we make our voices heard the harder it is for those who would silence us to pretend it will be easy.

I’ll leave you with a few quotes from a famously bizarre French philosopher whose works Mr. Nisilë and I I ran into in college. His name was Gilles Deleuze, and he very much believed that corrupted power only works when the people on the bottom give up by giving way.

“A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.”

“If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're f-cked.”

“Bring something incomprehensible into the world!”

“Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with land-surveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.”

@possiblyreallyme (You wanted to get tagged, I believe?)

[kitasgloves]

ATSUMU MIYA knows he's fucked. Being comfortable with being openly bisexual earned him some respect as an athlete and a few biphobic insults on the internet, but he wasn't greatly affected by whatever people thought of him. He's confident with his sexuality. So, when Sakusa Kiyoomi introduced you, his fiancé, to the team, he realized how it was going to bite him in the ass.

It was astonishing how Sakusa was all right with introducing you to the team, after all, he was a private man. He keeps his personal life completely separate from his career as an athlete. Others in the team such as Bokuto and Hinata, thought it was endearing that Sakusa is willing to open up to them and introduce his future wife. You had a personality opposite to Sakusa. You were pretty, great with jokes, and clever. Atsumu couldn't help but get hooked, no wonder you got Omi-omi wrapped around your finger.

Now, Sakusa was an incredibly hot guy, it was a fact that is difficult to deny. Albeit, aloof and not afraid to tell the truth no matter how brutal, Sakusa was intelligent and talented. His picturesque features were just a bonus. Atsumu just finds it cruel how he's drawn to the wing spiker ever since he joined the MBSY Black Jackals. Sure, he had a tiny crush on him back during high school, but he didn't expect it to resurface and develop quickly once he became an adult.

Atsumu thought it was downright fucked up how you and Sakusa arrived at the outing, violently ripping the air out of his lungs with how fucking gorgeous you both looked. Atsumu thought Sakusa wasn't attending the outing, but god he was wrong. While everyone was busy laughing and talking with you as Sakusa contently listened with a subtle smile, Atsumu had a gorilla grip on his can of Coca-Cola. He's sweating and his eyes persistently watch you and Sakusa.

God, he couldn't explain what he was experiencing. Envy? Longing? Come on, he was a hot and openly bisexual man, he could easily get anyone he wanted. But what if the one he wanted was already taken? Or rather, what if he's also attracted to that person's fiancé?

"Hey, Atsumu, you doing all right?"

You tilt your head to the side and Atsumu merely chokes on his soda. He smiles and gives you a thumbs-up. He could've sworn he saw Sakusa smirk in the corner of his eye. The outing went on with Atsumu subtly trying to spend more time with you and Sakusa.

Atsumu felt flabbergasted when Sakusa invited him to your wedding. It was next week. Atsumu had to bite his tongue when Sakusa looked so shy and all flustered when he extended the invitation to him after practice.

"[Name] insisted that I should invite you and the rest of the team"

Sakusa mumbled it was illegal how a six-foot-three brooding man could be adorable. Of course, Atsumu accepted the invitation and proceeded to spend his days preparing for the big day. It's not like he was trying to steal the show like he usually does, he just wanted to get your and Sakusa's attention and leave a lasting impression.

The wedding rolled by. Frankly, Atsumu felt nervous that he didn't prepare enough. But after seeing you and Sakusa kiss at the altar, he felt a burst of joy mixed with longing. Now, the party began. Atsumu grabbed the nearest alcohol and chugged it down, he tried to distract himself by actually having fun. He danced with Bokuto and Hinata as he kept the party alive. As the bride and groom approached the dancefloor, all the alcohol in his body dissipated.

Atsumu's throat felt incredibly dry as his heart leaped out of his chest. Both you and Sakusa looked so fucking good it's making him absolutely weak. You toothily smiled at him, it displayed sheer joy. Sakusa spared him a smirk, showing his dimples. Atsumu needs someone to check his pulse real quick.

"Atsumu!"

"Congratulations, [Name]! So, how does it feel to be a Sakusa?"

"Fucking fantastic"

"I'm gonna wait til ya regret that"

"Miya"

Sakusa frowned at him which made both you and Atsumu laugh. Nonetheless, Atsumu pulls you both on the dancefloor. He watches you gleefully dance your heart out, Sakusa was even letting himself loose and get lost in the lively music. It made Atsumu's heart throb with delight. Eventually, the music transitioned into a soft melody. Everyone exited the dancefloor as the bride and groom had a moment. The shared smile on both of your faces as you held each other, swaying along to the music, brought that weird feeling back to Atsumu.

He pouts and spends the entire event drinking until he gets wasted. He wasn't sure how he ended up in the backseat of a car and carried into a bedroom, but that's all he recalls before he passed out. Atsumu wakes up to the most painful hungover since his college days.

"Ugh, fuck"

He tries to sit up. The bedroom didn't belong to him, so he wasn't home. He was still dressed in his tuxedo. He found a bottle of water and pills on the nightstand, there was a note left beside it. He squints his eyes.

Here are some pills for your hungover :) - [Name]

There are spare clothes for you in the closet, dumbass - Sakusa

No fucking way...

Atsumu takes the pills and frantically gets changed into a large white shirt and a short cotton shorts. He takes a deep breath and exits the room. The smell of bacon enters his nose making his mouth water. He shyly trudges into the kitchen to see a shirtless Sakusa cooking breakfast only wearing grey sweatpants.

Oh dear lord help him

"Uh, good mornin'"

Sakusa turned around and put two pieces of bacon on a plate filled with eggs and rice, there were three plates available. Sakusa squinted his eyes at him and sighed.

"You idiot"

"Ya didn't have to take me to yer home so I wouldn't have to ruin you and [Name]'s honeymoon, Omi-kun"

"You could've gotten hurt. You were stumbling and tripping over your own feet last night. If my wife didn't see you throwing up on a potted plant, you would've gotten kidnapped"

"Look, I'm sorry"

"Tsk"

Sakusa clicked his tongue. Atsumu tried not to stare at his delicious pectoral muscles. The sound of the door closing catches his attention. All air gets violently knocked out of his lungs because you were only wearing an oversized shirt all the way to your thighs, one of your smooth shoulders was exposed. You were yawning and rubbing your eyes as you approached the kitchen.

"Good morning"

"Good morning, darling"

You go over to Sakusa who gives you a kiss on the lips. You turned to Atsumu and smiled.

"Good morning, 'Tsumu"

"Go-good mornin', [Name]"

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, thanks for, uh, taking care of me"

"No worries. Let's go eat breakfast!"

The three of you shared breakfast. Atsumu's eyes kept darting from you and Sakusa as you talked, a part of him felt guilty for interrupting an intimate moment between you two. Both of you deserved an alone time after your wedding. Atsumu played with his food and sulked in his seat.

"Oi, why aren't you eating?"

"I'm sorry for...ruining yer moment"

"No, it's fine Tsumu! Did Kiyoomi make you feel unwelcome?"

"No, I didn't!"

There was a lighthearted bicker between you and Sakusa which makes Atsumu smile. He slowly regains his appetite and finishes his food. When he looks up, he sees both you and Sakusa giving him a gentle look. He gulps.

"Uh, is there somethin' on my face?"

"You're quite adorable aren't you, Tsumu? Won't you agree, honey?"

"Yes, unfortunately"

"Huh? What do ya mean?"

"Tsumu we can see the way you look at us"

Oh fuck. Atsumu didn't want to jump to conclusions but he's internally panicking, bi-panicking he supposes.

"I do-don't know what yer talkin' about"

"Bullshit, Miya"

"Come on, it's okay Tsumu. No need to be ashamed"

"Bu-but both of ya just got married!"

"So?"

You and Sakusa replied in unison. Atsumu is convinced he's about to have a cardiac arrest. You stand from your seat and make your way over to him, you gently grab his face and caress his cheeks. Sakusa silently walks over to you two slyly slides his hand across his neck and grabs his chin. The way both of you were touching him and looking at him was making his brain melt.

"How about we go to the room, yeah?"

Atsumu nods, effectively hypnotized by your voice. You grabbed his hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Sakusa has his hands resting on Atsumu's shoulders, further increasing the anticipation. As soon as the bedroom shuts, Atsumu knows he's going to have a wild time.

should I make a part two with a smutscene? lmfao

edit: here's part 2 lol

[livewithyura]

Hi! I saw your requests were open and wanted to request headcanons with Lee Chaolan (The lack of content on him should be a crime- HE'S JUST SO- ✨💘💞💗)

Basically- how would married life be like with him 👀 The wedding day itself?! The honeymoon?! HIS DEVOTED ASS JUST BEING HIMSELF AS HE FLEXES AND SPOILS HIS WIFE?! CHILDREN?! DOMESTIC STUFF?!

Sorry if this is too many things to ask for in 1 post 😭 but feel free to add or remove anything 💕

Lee Headcanon!

Answer : Yeaaaa of course!! Omg I love this sassy man , The lack of content of this man? JAIL TIME . I know . Btw Omg your idea is very cute , I also can imagine he spoil his family and bragging how he love his wife to lars lmfaooo . And also I’m very happy to see a long request , thinking about how you spend your free time to wrote this much . Don’t worry anon! , I will make sure to fulfill your request .

Extra Notes : Uh I’m sorry for being inactive again , just having a writer block for one month . ( Just kill me )

Content : Husband Lee Headcanon .

The Wedding

☁️ 𐙚 . First of all, the venue is not “a” venue. It’s his venue. A custom-built estate on a cliff overlooking the sea. Cherry blossoms were flown in. The koi pond was designed to reflect the exact color of your eyes. No, he won’t say how much it cost. Yes, it was probably illegal ( Don’t do him wrong )

☁️ 𐙚 . His suit? Tailored within an inch of its life. White silk, silver trim, and cufflinks engraved with the date he met you , not the wedding. The day you became real to him.

☁️ 𐙚 . He wrote his vows in the middle of the night and sealed them in an envelope scented with your perfume. His handwriting is so clean it looks printed. His voice shakes only once during the speech , “You are the only thing I’ve never wanted to replace.”

☁️ 𐙚 . Walked down the aisle like he was in a cologne ad. Smirking and winking at guests. But the second he saw you? Full-body freeze. His smile become falters , His Eyes soften . It’s the only time all day he didn’t have a snarky comeback.

☁️ 𐙚 . He kisses your hand right before the “I do.” Trust me , It’s not scripted. He Just couldn't help himself when he saw you . ( Swears he blacked out for the whole ceremony , Don’t worry Lars and Alisa come to the rescue )

☁️ 𐙚 The kiss? Gosh just like taylor swift said ‘Messy top lip-kiss’ , ( He never ever let your waist free from his touch )

☁️ 𐙚 The reception is like a celebrity gala. Champagne towers. A live string quartet remixing your favorite pop songs. Lee makes a toast, obviously: “She said yes, and frankly, I’d have bought the moon if it meant she said it again.”

☁️ 𐙚 First dance? Hmmm of course it choreographed, dramatic, flawless. Did you rehearse it? No. But he makes you feel like you’re the star of a movie. Somewhere during the spin, he whispers, “We’re the best-looking couple in the room. Just facts.”

☁️ 𐙚 The wedding favors are custom perfume bottles ! His scent for the men, yours for the women. The label says “Chaolan & [Your Last Name] — Est. Today.”

☁️ 𐙚 When the night winds down and you’re both tipsy on champagne and adrenaline, he sneaks you away from the crowd. Just you and him. Quiet, under a thousand fairy lights. He presses his forehead to yours and says softly: “You’re mine now. Not just in love….in everything. Forever.”

The Honeymoon

☁️ 𐙚 Lee doesn’t take you on a honeymoon BUT he takes you into exile from the world. A private island. “My love , I don’t like to share”

☁️ 𐙚 Staff disappears after dinner. No cameras. No interruptions. Just you, him, and ocean views that cost more than some countries.

☁️ 𐙚 The villa has 6 bedrooms. You only use one. And the pool. And the balcony. And the hallway once, but he won’t shut up about it.

☁️ 𐙚 Every morning starts the same . He’s shirtless, lounging in bed, sipping espresso and watching you sleep like he’s in a Renaissance painting. “Wake up, Mrs. Chaolan. I require attention.”

☁️ 𐙚 Breakfast is served by staff at first… but by day three he’s feeding you by hand in a silk robe. The food is good. He’s better. “You’re not eating that alone,” he says, taking a bite of your croissant and then kissing the crumbs off your mouth.

☁️ 𐙚 Beach walks? Yes. But only if you’re wearing the matching outfits he packed for both of you. Yes, in my mind he’s a color-coordinated ! The entire suitcase. And Nope , you’re not allowed to ruin his aesthetic.

☁️ 𐙚 His honeymoond activity includes : Private massages that somehow turn into makeout sessions. Teaching you how to drive a luxury car on an empty runway. Taking slow-motion videos of you in the pool like he’s filming a fragrance ad. and said “Don’t act like you’re not hot, babe.”

☁️ 𐙚 He keeps showing off . Carrying you like it’s nothing, popping champagne with one hand, lifting you onto the kitchen counter mid-kiss like it’s just Tuesday . “I married the most beautiful woman on Earth. What else am I supposed to do? Act humble? Please.”

☁️ 𐙚 The soft moments are rare . But when they happen, they wreck you. Like when he holds you against his chest after you both laugh too hard and just whispers, “I’ve never felt this safe with anyone.”

☁️ 𐙚 You fall asleep every night to the sound of ocean waves and Lee murmuring nonsense into your hair. “Can we never leave?” he mumbles one night. “Like ever?”

☁️ 𐙚 In the end of honeymoon , he’s having this big dramatic urge to NOT go back to his daily life . Working . You: “You have work. Lee : And? I have you . Work can wait~”

Domestic / Marriage Life?

☁️ 𐙚 We all know Lee’s that rich uncle 💵 Lee spoils you ruthlessly. Call designer bags “just because,” custom dresses with his initials stitched inside, and breakfast delivered to bed by staff you didn’t even know he hired.

☁️ 𐙚 But he also folds your laundry. Makes your tea the way you like it. Runs your bath after a hard day and sits on the edge, still in his blazer, waiting for you to vent.

☁️ 𐙚 When he’s in meetings, he texts you updates like: “Boring. I miss your voice.” “How dare you look this good in my shirt this morning.” “I accidentally told Kazuya to f*** off because I was daydreaming about you. Worth it.”

☁️ 𐙚 Lee wakes up in Egyptian cotton sheets, silk pillowcases, and a wife. He never imagine he will have a family of his own , being H****** M****’s ADOPTIVE SON sure slapped him with a Trauma . Now He’s living the dream! but that doesn’t stop him from slipping out of bed early just to make breakfast himself. “As much as I'd like to stay in bed... or go to work and make more millions... I have breakfast to make for the two of you.” Yea , he says it out loud. To himself. Shirtless, in an apron.

☁️ 𐙚 You change his whole life! Lee’s house originally looked like a bachelor robot's and it’s so dull and full of messy things . Now when he’s with you , His house turned something warm and lived in. Throw pillows. Fridge magnets. Plants. He fights it at first. Then he starts buying the pillows himself.

☁️ 𐙚 “My love…What was the name of the scented candles that smell exactly like you?” “Lee Are you dead fucking serious?” “AWWWW COME ONN , I LOVE ITTTT”

☁️ 𐙚 Forehead kisses as he rushes off to work. Never forgets. Even if he’s running late . Suit half-buttoned, phone ringing in his ear , he always stops, tilts your face up, presses his lips to your skin like a promise.

☁️ 𐙚 Whenever he have an Expensive events , He always always going to drag you to be there . Dances with you in public. Fundraisers. Boardroom halls. No music? He hums it himself. “We’re making these stockholders jealous, babe.” “Lee ! They came here for business.” “They stayed for the performance.”

☁️ 𐙚 Paints your nails with terrifying precision. Will literally cancel meetings if you text him “broke a nail 🥺” — suddenly it’s Nail Emergency Protocol. “If I’m not doing it, who will? Lars? Lars’s a disaster.”

☁️ 𐙚 You once offhandedly mentioned liking a certain clothing brand. Next week, you find out Lee bought it. Entirely. “Lee…” “Yea?” “I told you to buy a jacket from them.” “I know. I bought the company. Easier that way.” “YOU BOUGHT THE WHOLE COMPANY?” “They were having a slow quarter~ I helped!”

☁️ 𐙚 FaceTimes you during the workday and doesn’t even say anything. Just looks at you while typing. You try to ask what he needs. He shakes his head . “Nothingggg . I Just missed your face my wife ~” and he wink at you .

☁️ 𐙚 When he’s had a hard day, he doesn’t complain . He lies in your lap while you read. Rubs his thumb over your ring like it grounds him. You stroke his hair, and he breathes like it’s the only peace he knows. “Do you need something My love?” “No need wifey~ I just want you . You only . Please?”

☁️ 𐙚 When you had a hard day , to make you feel better is on his ‘To-do-list’ . Never ever he let your sour , tired face slide in the house . “My love! I have one solution! How about I go out buy your favorite ice cream or snacks , take a nice bath together ~ anddd watch our your favourite show” and he done all of it , in just one day .

Kids?

☁️ 𐙚 You weren’t sure if Lee would want children. You’d never seen him around kids. But when your daughter was born, he shattered.

☁️ 𐙚 He cried. Not dramatic sobs — just soft, shaking breaths, lips pressed to her forehead like he was afraid to break her. She has his eyes. His attitude too, unfortunately.

☁️ 𐙚 “Who taught her to sass me like that?” you ask one day. Lee, from the kitchen, sipping espresso: “Clearly inherited. I’m innocent.”

☁️ 𐙚 He teaches her how to tie a perfect bow in her hair. Buys her her first custom blazer at age five. Cries again when she calls him “Daddy” in her sleep.

☁️ 𐙚 Probably would said “EXCELLENT I AM A BETTER DAD THAN KAZUYA” “Yeepp , Your first win against kazuya” - Lars “Watch your mouth , can you? 😊😊”

🪄Reblogs are appreciated ! Writtenbylivewithyura .

[lesbojournals]

Who Are You? (Mafia!Stucky x Spiderman!Reader)

a/n: had to repost because it uploaded weird the first time (sigh)

based off of this prompt

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

-

Earlier That Day

It was a typical mission for you. Maybe, you pondered, maybe even a little more relaxed than the typical mission.

The goal?

Stop illegal weapon trading-specifically a trade happening between famous mob bosses Captain America, Winter Soldier and ex-workers of Tony Stark.

Typically a mission like this would have you in a frenzy, because fighting famous mob bosses? You might have unnatural superpowers on your side but they had much more hand to hand combat on their side. Stark had informed you, however, that the infamous bosses wouldn't be present, and it was only someone of much lower status on the mob chain that would be completing the task for them.

Easy enough. You had thought.

But as it turns out, Stark's sources were wrong, and it was the very well known and famously wanted assassin Black Widow that had stood in your way.

You thought your spidey powers would come in handy, after all, you couldn't back out now. You thought wrong.

They helped to a certain degree, after all you scared off the ex-workers and were able to ensure that the mob wouldn't get a hold of dangerous super weapons. What you didn't do was watch your back as the Black Widow hit you upside the head with the bottom of her gun.

This lead you to where you are now. Tied up, in the middle of a dimly lit room with no windows, with no way of communication with the outside world.

"Shit, shit, shit." You whispered, at least thankful your mask was still on.

You tugged at the restraints holding you. You could get out of them, you were sure, but what were you supposed to do once you got out of them? You had no idea what was behind the door in front of you.

You couldn't ponder the decision further, as the door opened.

Your hands shook at the sight of the two men in front of you.

It was your boyfriends, your boyfriends. Your boyfriends who didn't know you were Spiderman, your boyfriends that you thought owned and worked at a boxing club.

You were fucked.

That was when you snapped out of your bondages and went to run.

Steve caught you before you could make it, immediately throwing you to the ground.

Bucky laughed, and Steve had a small smile as he looked at him. "You thought you could get away that easy, huh?"

You didn't respond, crawling back to get back up on your feet.

Both men advanced on you, and you scrambled on what to do.

"Feeling quiet?" Steve questioned, and you couldn't believe your boyfriends were threatening you so harshly.

Bucky smirked. "That'll change."

And he swung for your face, knocking a punch right at your upper cheek bone. He swung again with his metal hand, and you were sure that he had broken your nose.

You tried to stifle the tears, not wanting to injure them.

"Come on, little spider, tell us how you knew about our exchange." Steve threatened, and knocked you down to the ground with one swift kick.

You shook your head negatively, attempting to get up again before Bucky delivered a hard kick to your ribs.

"Should we see, who's the friendly neighborhood spiderman?" Steve taunted, and Bucky nodded with a hum, reaching for your mask.

Alarms went off in your head, and you could feel hot tears running down your face. You immediately sprung up, deciding to whack both of your boyfriends in the face with your webbing with a quick thwip.

This caused both of them to stumble back, cursing loudly as they scratched at their faces.

You took the opportunity to sprint out of the room, following only your intuition to get out of the building. You could hear loud footsteps approaching and decided to slam your body through the nearest window and jump out, shooting your web to swing off of whatever building was in front of you.

You heard gunshots and through the sheer luck of your aim in your swing you avoided them. You continued to swing down the block, crying hysterically as you approached a roof you could calm down on.

When you steadied yourself on the roof you checked your surroundings and immediately ripped off your mask, throwing up as you continued your hysterics.

Everything hurt, including your heart. You felt claustrophobic and couldn't stop the tears running down your face. You pulled your mask back on and kept moving, deciding to head to the top of your favorite spot to retrieve your things.

You changed out of your suit as fast as you could, pulling your hood up to help conceal your bruised face from strangers.

You decided against taking the subway to your shared apartment with the boys, opting instead to walk the long way home. You ignored the multiple calls coming from your cellphone, undoubtedly from Steve or Bucky. You sniffled as you walked, trying your best not to cry uncontrollably again.

When you got to your apartment building, you could see the shadows of Steve and Bucky, moving around frantically. You guessed they were arguing, probably about you not answering your phone.

You let yourself in the building, begrudgingly taking the elevator up to your floor. When you got to the floor, you sighed shakily. You walked up to your door, hearing the boys yelling at each other. As you unlocked it the yelling came to a complete halt, and you slowly opened the door.

"Where have you-baby?!" Steve interrupted himself, immediately taking on your figure.

You inched out of the doorframe. Steve rushed to be in front of you, but you refused to make eye contact.

"Who did this to you." Steve's voice was cold as ice as he held your shoulders tightly.

You shook your head negatively. You knew who did it. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Bucky had already broken a glass in his fist upon your arrival, bruised and bloody and frankly a mess.

You couldn't say it. You wouldn't say it.

How could you tell them it was them that did it?

You did nothing but break down into tears, falling into Steve's arms as you crumbled on the floor.

"Sweetheart..." he shushed. "What happened?"

You shook your head negatively. Bucky came over to you as well, rubbing your back.

"Who did this to you honey?" Bucky tried to be gentle, but he had the slightest tinge of threat in his voice, one you were now all too familiar with.

"I, I, I..." You couldn't catch your breath, Steve soon taking the chance to demonstrate with Bucky deep breathing to help you ground yourself.

"Can we...can we just go to bed?" You insisted, watery eyes staring up at both of your boyfriends.

They had a silent conversation with facial expressions, and you could tell Bucky wanted to figure out what happened now, while Steve was more lenient on letting you get rest.

Steve helped you up, guiding you to the bedroom. Bucky followed, and you let them change you into pajamas as tears continued to stream down your face. They gently pushed you towards the bed and you got in, sniffling as they coddled you. Bucky gave you a concerned look as he laid in front of you.

"We'll talk about this in the morning, yea? For now just get some rest." Steve spoke, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You felt hot tears trickle down your face.

"Okay."

[luvrodite]

THE VERY FIRST NIGHT JASON TODD (college! au)

↳ the first night you spend at his place

You don’t mean to stay over, the first time that you do. Truly you don’t. But it’s late, and you’ve spent the entirety of the afternoon dozing in and out of consciousness on the–quite frankly, illegally comfortable–couch in Jason’s living room. The both of you lie, pressed into each other, against the couch cushions and watch the reruns of old tv shows that are showing. 

A cool wind breezes in through an open window, and at your back, Jason is warm. The sun has long since set, but neither of you have mustered up the will to shut the blinds beyond the comments made every so often when a car will beep loudly, or a truck drones down the road, so loud the both of you flinch awake where you’d lingered on the precipice of true sleep.

It’s this such disruption that pulls you so meanly from sleep, startling you where you’d been so very comfortable in the arms of your boyfriend, and your movement in turn wakes him. He grumbles, and the both of you blink blearily in the dark at each other.

“What’s wrong?” he yawns, making to tug you closer. You stay upright, and he frowns at you, greatly inconvenienced. You would laugh if you were more awake, but sleep clouds your senses still and you reach for your phone. The time blinks at you, a mocking 12:19 and you let out a breath that is heavier than Jason feels it ought to be.

You show him the time and he stares blankly at you. “I’ve missed the last bus,” you say, and he screws his face up as another yawn tears out of him. His arms come around you once more, this time successfully pulling you closer.

“So what, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tucking his nose into your neck.

“Be serious,” you murmur, brushing a hand over his hair. “I should get home.”

He lifts his head to look at you. “‘M being serious. Just stay.”

You pause. 

“Stay the night?” you murmur, unsure. He nods, earnest and sleepy. “I don’t know.”

“I’ll drive you home, if you want,” he says gently, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your mouth. Your heart snags on how he grows a little shy as he pulls away, eyes flicking away to where your necklace has slipped out of your shirt collar. “Just thought it’d be more convenient….y’know…you could borrow my clothes if you want.”

“Jason Todd, you romantic, you,” you breathe out, a surprised laugh colouring your voice. He grumbles as you giggle, heat crowding in your face. You cover up your shyness with a false bravado, peering down at him to tease, “Will you make me breakfast in the morning, too?”

He glares up at you, teeth nipping at the tip of your finger. “I would. ‘Cos I’m a gentleman. And a good host. And your boyfriend.”

Everything in you seems to turn topsy turvy at his words, heart melting into a syrupy sweet, treacle-like mass in your chest. You can’t help but kiss him again. 

“Okay,” you whisper, and his eyes brighten in the dark. “I’ll stay, if you’ll have me. If you promise I’m not being a bother.”

“Could never bother me,” he says plainly, happy. “C’mon, sweetheart. Get you something to wear, think I’ve got a spare toothbrush, somewhere.”

You think that your first night together is going to be nerve-wracking. That you’ll stiffen up in bed and never fall asleep for fear of–fear of what? Getting too comfortable, you think. You think you’ll do something ridiculous and be laughed at for it. You don’t know if you could bear it from Jason.

But as it happens, you are guided down the dim-lit hall, hand in his, feeling very much as though you have already fallen asleep. A soft shirt is pressed into your hands, and shorts you forego–sleep plies you soft and uncaring, you’re here anyway, aren’t you? Jason says nothing, only pressing a kiss to your shoulder and leaving. He returns some moments later, takes your day clothes from your hands in exchange for a red, unopened toothbrush. 

You slip under the sheets and sleep claims you with a kiss. 

me when i lie and say i'm saving writing jersey boy for friday and the weekend. september and october are my peak jason months i think. the weather turns gentle and everything starts to bloom again, and i feel so much love for this silly little fictional man. he makes my heart ache. i love domestic jason. i think mid afternoon in september is always so pretty and the evenings are even lovelier. it makes me think of love so much even though i think i'd run away if it came within six feet of me.

[sunnysam-my]

I've been seeing a lot of misinformation on Tiktok about the use of rubber bullets by enforcers in LA rn, so let's clear some things up.

Yes, they are allowed to shoot you in the stomach. In fact, they are supposed to aim for your bellybutton. That's what they are trained to do when using 40mm round, which is what is mostly used in LA right now. (More on that later).

Technically it's illegal to aim for: head, neck, chest, spine, kidneys and groin. If a bullet hits you there it can disable you for life and even kill you. That being said, it's not actually illegal to be shot there if it was an accident, enforcers are just not supposed to aim for those spots, so be careful. Accuracy on those things is so shit, especially when they get no training, so the bullets will often hit your in random places, and currently the law is on pigs side.

They won't verbally warn you a lot of the times. Instead they just fire. Also, they will take anything as talking back and shot to make you back away. They're assholes who get violent when there's no need for it.

Don't assume that just because you aren't a protester enforcers won't treat you like one.

LA will proudly say that they're not using rubber bullets, they're using "foam bullets". This is purposely misleading bullshit. They are using rubber bullets, rubber foam "bullets". What they mean when they say that, is that they don't use rubber tip bullets, which are small, mostly made out of metal, and shaped like a regular bullet. From what is seen and collected at the scene it's mostly the dome shaped 40MM that are being shot, but also disck/hockey puck shaped ones.

Also, if you are going to say you're not using rubber bullets, but foam ones instead, you might as well call them what they're actually called - foam batons/baton rounds. Because, frankly, that's what those are. They are long distance batons and they feel like getting hit with a bat. We should treat people who get shot with them for doing nothing wrong, like for example the reporters, as if police just came up to them and beat them with a regular baton.

Anyway, stay safe out there <3

[lovelettermemes]

MOMENTS FROM THE GROUPCHAT.

💌 a sentence meme collection of comments made in the groupchat collected for roleplay purposes. adjust as necessary!

"how do i choose between horny and violence???"

"task manager please. but task manager is my fingers."

"I am anticipating the noodle."

"liquid alcoholic marzipan, what could go wrong?"

"y'know what? fuck it. quiche."

"if i dont piss on the moon, who will?"

"i thought me getting a sore throat was my voice finally changing but no-- it was man flu".

"i feel like i'm being waterboarded."

"everyday i am teased with a cheese wheel."

"don't autocorrect my oxford comma!"

"you nearly killed me, you have to face the consequences!!"

"little worm little worm. fluffy pink little worm. you can live in my head rent free."

"father, it has been a week since my last sporticus fancam."

"i want to choke you until you DIE. … in the cute way!"

"you said motivate you, not don't lie to you."

"you don't know the wrath you're invoking, i'm on hormone therapy!"

"full offense meant, you're full of shit."

"i make the milk, you drink the milk!"

"so i think i emasculated him. all in a days work!"

"i wouldn't just dab."

"you have teeth, dipshit, they came free with your fucking xbox!"

"leave my husband's wife alone!!!"

"alright. let's venture forth or whatever the fuck they say."

"i was actually thinking of bringing pocket sand from the desert-"

"i will not be bested by a piece of elasticated string!"

"i can't even kill a vibe!"

"can i give you more money so you love me?"

"i got too cocky with my fists."

"i do it all for the little dissociation laughs!"

"just brand me a slut so i can get on with dinner."

"once more, a white boy changes my vocabulary."

"am i in an enemies to lovers relationship with my cartilage?"

"so, not only was it a crime of passion, it was phallic!"

"abdication. or death. which is a form of abdication, i suppose."

"we got through an entire bag of dirt!"

"when i'm about to die, it will not be a crow that is the omen, but a seagull."

"i will take the wet blanket to mordor."

"please, my self worth is based on grades and academia, the assignment is all i know, all i have."

"wouldn't it be funny if i was an alien?"

"it could have done with another pair of hands, but its a one person job if i'm the only one doing it."

"don't cite the deep magic to me, i'm liam neeson."

"when you look at the big picture, and kitchen witchery, onions are a basic human right."

"no-one's allowed to go to the aquarium without me, i am the fish!"

"i think it should be illegal for your eyes to pulse!"

"i'll be sat, what am i gonna do, faint?"

"i'm the bullet bill now."

"i wanna be mischief, i wanna be a creature!!!"

"frankly if my participation trophy could always be a hot goth death omen i would never miss another sports day again."

"a thousand words being communicated through this stare…. none of them good."

"i can make him worse, and I will!"

"you know, that little bit of RSD that comes with murder?"

"i've done worse things in my metaphors than boil frogs!!"

"whenever someone walks over my grave I always assume it's jesus."

"i said i was a gold digger, i didn't say i was a good one!"

"before i say anything i need you guys to promise not to do this-"

"please don't kill me, im busy."

[xappetites]

jouissance (3)

Phillip Graves x Reader | Phillip feels himself shifting, the way it happens when he starts to think of something as his. Like he's pacing the edge of the property, keeping what belongs to him under his watchful eye, by his side. Ready to gore whatever thinks they can take it from him. | word count: 1,688

Someone has done wrong by his wife, Phillip can tell. Even if all she does is look real surprised when she walks away from baggage claim and sees him there waiting for her. 

It’s the same eyes she gave him when he got her the ring, like she never expected it; which makes it startlingly clear that she’s been made to think she’s not worth the trouble. And she’s thought that for long enough that she has no issue depending on only herself. 

And it should be one more flash of good luck for him, all things considered. It’d be far easier to live his life not putting in effort that isn’t expected of him, but the thought hits him dead in the pride.

His wife should never be pitied for it. It should be something to envy, belonging to him. No one’s going to look at his senator’s girl like they look at Marnie, no one would ever call his girl ‘abnegate’ like they do to his mother. So, of course it bothers him; enough to have him licking an orgasm out of her on the backseat of his truck, in the middle of the airport parking lot, while she giggles out something about getting arrested for indecent exposure. And he laughs into her cunt, drags a hint of teeth over her clit just to see her flinch because this is by far the tamest illegal shit he’s done these past few weeks.

She doesn’t know that, though. Phil’s frankly not sure she even knows the full extent of what he does for a living, beyond the fact that it’s vaguely military related and it sometimes takes him down to shithole places for months at the time.

She knows it was the reason they didn’t have a honeymoon; which then gave her an excuse to abscond back to New York for a month.

And Phillip, he doesn’t have the healthiest impression of marriage, he’s aware. He’s met enough married shadows that get the jitters as soon as they touch down at home base, aching to get back to their spouses, to realize that the way his father and Pete gripe about their wives isn’t the norm. 

But Phil didn’t really imagine himself one way or the other, before feeling the itching under his skin to just wrap up a nice little win as fast as possible; when he couldn’t still the bouncing of his leg through typing out his mission report. Not before this last week he spent on his own in the new house.

Maybe it’s because it is new, but it’s fucking barren. The long silence after a fight he didn’t win. There’s no hair in the drains to complain about, no overspill of beauty products on the bathroom counter. None of the things he’s seen in her apartment in the city: the book haphazardly thrown on the couch and the spices standing at attention by the stove, like a splinter cell from the army of jars on the rack.

It should be unsettling to want it, should feel out of character, but Phillip’s too used to noise to be comfortable in that tomb of a house. He’s right at home in the constant din of people around him, and he happens to really like the noises she makes.

The breathless little thing she groans out as she tugs on his hair, the singing under her breath while she redresses herself —in that way that makes him wanna keep her in bed all day. All those sounds she’s keeping just out of his reach by refusing to stay in town.

“You don’t like the house?”

He breaches the topic as soon as he merges onto the highway, with a hand splayed possessive over her thigh. It’s about as subtle as a tank, bulldozing over the bore of late friday night traffic; and it makes her straighten in the passenger seat where she’s leaning back, boneless, save for the wrist hanging out the window so the smoke of her cigarette falls mostly away from the vehicle.

Phil watches like a hawk; follows each little shift in her expression, looking for the denial, the excuses. He gets a burst of embarrassed laughter instead.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it? It’s so quiet.”

“Well we haven’t been in it to make it noisy, have we?”

This time her laugh is a little higher, breathy and surprised. She reaches for his hand, teasing her fingertips over the endless little white lines of scar scattered across his knuckles; and she takes advantage of the gridlock to lean in and speak right into the skin of his neck.

“This place is so fucking boring when you’re not around.”

…

The Graves are a good, southern, God fearing family; they go to church every Sunday, they say their prayers before every meal. And they bless every single calf less than half an hour after the poor things first lay eyes on this world.

Phillip— isn’t. He can’t stand the smell of incense, he’s spent too many hours counting the floor tiles as their pastor droned on about loving thy neighbor and he’s never felt God out in the field with him. Not that he has any need for it, when he can rely on himself and his shadows.

But god damn, if this girl wasn’t heaven sent with a pretty bow and his fucking name on the tag.

He feels it in his bones with a certainty so deep it aches, bent over her in the stupid walk in closet neither of them cared about but it’s quickly proving itself a necessity. Or maybe that’s just his orgasm crawling like fire up his spine, feeling her tighten around him everytime he catches her eyes through the ridiculously big mirror. Perhaps it’s the sight of her dripping with him, his inside and out. Or the way it takes none of the cajoling he’d braced himself for, to convince her to come meet the shadows on base.

“Give me a baseline here. What are they expecting? Marilyn or Jackie?”

Her voice comes loud, so he can hear her all the way in the en-suite from where he left her starfished on the bed, chattering away with that manic sort of energy spike she gets when the sex is really good. 

Phil considers it for a second, watches her stretch like a cat towards him as soon as she lays eyes on him, and she shines in the shared petty joy of performing a different version of themselves, keeping their soft bellies out of reach.

But he doesn’t like the thought of her playing stupid for the Shadows. He doesn’t want to put on a show for them; hell, just imagining it makes him move to grab her, scrambling over the bed until she’s giggling under him; putting weight on her before she’s lost, drifting too far from him.

She grins, assuming that Phil’s reaction comes from the impulse to mark his territory, which in a way it is. He’s simply taken by the humiliating notion that he wants every man under his charge to know this is true, for there to not be a single doubt that this woman loves him. The Shadows aren’t like Pete, or his parents, they’re trained to mind the details and pinpoint weaknesses; if they catch even the slightest clue that this is an arrangement , he doesn’t doubt they’ll mock him over the comms channels he has no business being in. Or worse, they’ll pity him.

“Would that make me JFK?”

It’s a joke, but it makes her smile falter. And she drags the pad of her thumb over the scar on his cheek. Staring at him for a second of silence that feels significant in a way he can’t put into words.

“Won’t wear pink, then.”

…

The Shadows are on their best behavior, which in fairness, isn’t strange. Phil isn’t training animals, he’s beating excellence into himself and whoever chooses to trust him with their talent. Besides, this meeting —after his wife’s no pink, no heels, no pearls, entrance— is a smaller affair. Team Leaders only. The men he trusts to make this request of.

“Alright, I know there’s been rumors,” some shadows laugh, some roll their eyes, which Phillip hopes it’s enough to loosen the tension of a dozen well trained, deadly people in a crowded office, no matter how comparatively big it is. “And I’m aware y’all have better things to do than minding my businesses, but I thought I’d bring the missus over to meet you lot.”

His girl shifts behind him, Phil catches it out of the corner of his eye, holding his gaze through the reflection on a window. Deliberate, where she knows he can see her, as intimate as the pinky she brushes against his hand.

“And I want you to get familiar with this pretty face, ‘cause I’m gonna need you to make her top priority, in case anything happens to me.”

Phil waits for a few nods from the shadows, as they collectively watch his wife’s microexpressions. Covertly as their training allows. The way she narrows her eyes at the back of his head, burning a hole through him, her body twisting infinitesimally to better face him; and her subtle point of touch that becomes her full palm against his, so Phillip has the chance to hold on firmly to her hand.

“Vance, you and your team know what to do. The rest of you will receive instructions if necessary.”

The shadows can tell when they’re dismissed, so they break lines with the usual callout, moving in pairs and threes and single file out the door until his office is quiet. And then Phil can turn to see her, waiting for the questions he saw forming across her face in real time but never come.

She just pulls him flush against her, slowly —the gentlest she’s ever been with him—, and she kisses him until he’s tugging at her clothes and panting out her name into the mid summer heat, barely audible under the constant hum of the air conditioning.

[myguidingmoon-light]

“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

No room. That’s something I’ve heard too much lately. Palestinians have been hearing that for 75 years. Since they were driven out of their homes—more than 700 000 of them—in 1948 to make room for the colony of Israel, there has been less and less room every day. Less land, literally, as even though lines and walls have been drawn over the years, Israel continues to illegally settle in Palestinian land. Less room to breathe, as the population of Gaza grew within the illegal blockade walling them into a tiny strip of land. Less room to live now, as Gaza has been under constant attack by Israeli bombs and guns and while the civilians of Gaza are pushed by this violence into even smaller and smaller “safe zones” (though there is nowhere safe in Gaza right now).

But also no room our conversations. No room in our imagination. No room in our understanding of our world of “human rights” and “developed nations.” You’d think “Palestinian” is a slur for how quickly it shuts up (or heats up) dialogue. These are our neighbours, and it feels like pulling teeth to get people to engage with their humanity—let alone ask their MP to ask our government to ask Israel’s government to please stop bombing civilians for the third month straight.

Today we recognize when a Jewish Palestinian family was forced by the state to leave their home, shelter in unfit terrain, give birth without proper medical care, survive a massacre, and become refugees. We Christians call the baby born in that family Emmanuel, which means God with us. God was born in Bethlehem, behind the border wall, in an occupation. What does that tell us about who God is?

Our Christian siblings in Palestine have asked us not to let this Christmas pass as usual. To that, I ask, what is Christmas as usual? If we don’t see our neighbours in the story of Jesus, what is the point? If we need to put the real, genuine injustices of the world out of our mind so that we can be comforted by Christmas, we are frankly doing it wrong. The point—the whole point—is that love and justice are possible for the unloved and the oppressed, even when it doesn’t feel that way. It is our responsibility to make that happen, and we can’t do that with our eyes closed.

You should feel uncomfortable about celebrating Christmas while a genocide is going on. We need to have room for that. We also need to have room for the hope that Christmas represents. We need to have room in our hearts for justice, lasting peace, and a free Palestine, because we are all needed to make it a reality.

And for God’s sake, CEASEFIRE NOW!

“He has brought down the mighty from their thrones/ and exalted those of humble estate;/ he has filled the hungry with good things,/ and the rich he has sent away empty.” (Luke 1:52-53)

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I am indebted to Rev. Munther Isaac for his wisdom in helping so many of us walk through this time. Personally, I just finished his book “The Other Side of the Wall”—if you are a Christian, you have to read this book. I’ll buy you a copy if you want.

I also want to note that this post isn’t really supposed to be an explainer or an argument. I didn’t cite anything here, but if you’re curious about anything I referenced (e.g. why did I bring up medical care?), send me a message and I’d be happy to give you more details about what’s happening in Palestine. I’m no expert, but I know some people just genuinely don’t know the extent of the injustice and don’t know where to learn more; if you have questions I’m happy to help, but I’m not here to fight with you.

Same deal if you want to help but don’t know how. I’m happy to give you some ideas and even help you out with them (distance permitting). One important action you can always take is contacting your Member of Parliament. You don’t have to write anything fancy—just tell them honestly how you’re feeling and ask them to support an urgent ceasefire. This is literally your right as a Canadian, so you don’t have to worry about doing something wrong.

[rosesradio]

this is kinda random idk but u might find it funny. as my involvement in the pjo fandom, i have curated my experience away from the "main" fandom- the puriteens, book purists, those against multishipping, antishippers, ect, following ppl who are ok with ideas that are out there, and yk, not "moral" (<-very important phrasing later). When one of my friends was like, oh i'm into pjo too! i was very excited to talk to them. HOWEVER. i was quickly reminded how my experience is very different 😭. they ask me what my favorite ship is. i say valgrace. they give me a questioning look. it's fine, whatever, not everyone is gonna like my ships. i ask them. they say, percabeth and solangelo. i say, oh cool! me personally i like to ship nico w other ppl. they look at me. "what...other people." so now, im feeling a little unsure. i say i like percico. almost immediately, a look of disgust forms. "how?!? how could u like that? that's so disgusting... percy is so much older, ew!" now, i'm kinda affronted. i say i usually interact when they are aged up, and i really like the dynamic. however, they still say it's "disgusting" and "morally bad" (<- this is the phrasing). i question how it can be morally bad. they say that bc of how nico is infatuated w percy earlier in the books, it's inappropriate. atp, im so confused, and frankly, done w the convo. i don't even want to MENTION lukabeth. anyway, it was just a shock for me to see how some people in the fandom think. so, ig thank u for ur fics and posts! i always love seeing them. srry for the long ask!

“what other people” is diabolical 😭 as if nico’s not the metaphorical blunt being puff puff passed around the shipping circle of Percy, jason, leo, piper—hell, i even reblogged art of him and luke once. one important key to a (alloromantic) character being meow meow is that they’re so shippable.

honestly i get kinda burnt out on the discourse and scorn, the “no wait if i change this dynamic would it be okay? would i get into heaven? 🥺” (not saying that’s what you’re doing, this is commentary on fandom as a whole). the only reason people should alter things in their creative works is for their own convenience and comfort, no one else’s. in some of my works, i alter things for my comfort (example: aged up lukercy smut where percy is 19 & luke is 26—the age gap is still in play but it’s legal within the context and world of the fic), sometimes i don’t alter things if i’m writing darkfic (example: basically the entirety of spoils of war). neither one is “illegal”/“morally wrong”, they’re both equally fiction.

i get so lost in the depths of the “problematic” things that i write sometimes, a lot of the times i forget that there are layers above me in which people consider the most mundane things blasphemous—it kinda surprises me, though i tend to look the other way and ignore it.

Tbh i don’t even see anything wrong with that percico dynamic, even from a potential darkfic angle. There are ways to make the ship dark, but that’s not it—it’s actually very normal to have a crush on an older person when you’re younger (as long this isn’t an irl, they return the feelings, “you’re mature for your age” situation if ykwim), get over the crush, and then when you’re both older you drift back to each other, and it’s sort of like a rebirth. percico isn’t even my favorite ship, though i do enjoy that dynamic.

idk, my advice would be not to take what your friend says to heart. If this is an irl friend, keep them close and try to be chill and avoid arguments, even if you know that your take on fiction is actually correct and normal, lol. chances are from what you’ve sent you guys are young, maybe high school, which is when i was deep in my anti beliefs. chances also are, at some point, your friend is gonna take interest in something outside of the mass-pre-approved “appropriate” ships and topics (tbh i wouldn’t be in this fandom anymore if i was limited to 1-2 “allowed” ships, much less “allowed” content (yk all their smut is only in missionary after marriage 🧍), i would have lost my mind lmao). at that point, they might start coming around to broader horizons, who knows.

thanks for stopping by & talking with me though !! 💌

[riotpanther]

2012 Leorai Rant

there’s so much discourse about whether 2012 leorai is considered incest or not and i kinda wanted to throw my two cents in ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i grew up with the 2012 series, and as a kid, i was a hardcore leorai fan. now as an adult, i’ve become neutral to the ship (though it will always hold a special place in my heart for nostalgic purposes). overall my thoughts/perspective on leorai have changed a lot over the years. i’ve grown to ship them more with other people (‼️ aprinardo and shinirai supremacy ‼️) while still loving and appreciating their canon dynamic. personally, i don’t view their relationship as entirely platonic or romantic. on one hand, i believe leo and karai do love each other like family (the same way all the turtles love april and casey like family) but they also connect on a deeper level that’s too intimate to call them “siblings”. it’s not as black and white as them being either brother/sister or boyfriend/girlfriend. to me, their relationship has so many layers it’s too complex for labels. which is fine because labels are overrated anyway. but that’s just my opinion.

i completely get why some people (especially those with adopted family members) think the relationship is weird, and i also get why some people see no problem with it. at the end of the day, it all depends on an individual’s life experiences or personal preferences.

note: if two people are biologically blood relatives, then an intimate/sexual relationship between them is 100% incest and i do not support or condone such behavior.

in this particular case however, i believe there is a difference between real incest and what society views to be incest. imagine two people have been dating for a while and then their parents fall in love and decide to get married. are they supposed to just turn their feelings off for each other and break up because they are now “technically siblings”? i’m sorry to break it to you but that’s not how emotions work. emotions are complicated. and frankly it seems wrong to try to force two people to think/feel a certain way about each other just because it’s what society excepts. i have always been a firm believer that people should be free to follow their hearts and love who they love. if there is no blood or biological connection involved (or any other illegal factors), then i see no reason why people can’t be free to choose how they get to view a person or how they wish for those relationships to develop. because in this case, love is not a crime.

in a way, the same can be said for leo and karai. first impressions count for something, and leo had already developed feelings for karai long before he found out she was splinter’s daughter. i know most people would disagree, but just because they view the same man as a father figure does not make them obligated to view each other as siblings. just because mikey CHOOSES to view karai as a sister does not mean leo is obligated to view her the same way. same goes for raph and donnie. from what was shown in the series, those two (especially raph) hardly considered karai to be a part of their immediate family, much less considered her a sister. and that’s their right. as much as i’m sure we all wanted to see the turtles and karai come together (and trust me i did too), donnie and raph had valid reasons to dislike/distrust karai and they shouldn’t be forced to brush their justified feelings aside and immediately accept her as a “sister” if they don’t want to. they may view her as an ally/asset to the team, but if they don’t want to view her as family, then they shouldn’t have to (though i’m sure they would eventually accept her in the future; whether or not as a sister or just a distant family member, we’ll never know).

i even once saw an anti shipper say that if shipping leorai isn’t incest because they aren’t blood related, then it shouldn’t be considered incest when shipping the turtles with splinter since they also aren’t blood related. that’s a really gross comparison for multiple reasons but mainly;

1.) the turtles are all MINORS and splinter is a grown ass man which is reason enough because W T F

and

2.) splinter has always viewed the turtles as his children and the turtles have always viewed him as their father. for him to suddenly take any kind of sexual interest in them is downright predatory, blood or no blood.

as for the whole “whether or not they share dna” debate, that’s honestly up to interpretation. splinter was never actually seen touching the turtles, so it’s not a canon fact that they actually absorbed any of his human dna when they mutated. and even if they had, the notion that this automatically makes them biological relatives to splinter is actually quite comical. that’s like saying the radioactive spider that gave peter parker superpowers is suddenly his new father. sounds silly, doesn’t it?

overall, i hate it when careless leorai fans make insensitive statements about adopted families, and i also hate it when anti shippers treat leorai fans like freaks just for having a different perspective on their relationship. if you prefer to think of them as brother and sister, then that’s cool. we’re all entitled to our opinions. what’s not cool is constantly harassing fans of the ship and shoving your “sibling” agenda down their throats (and vice versa).

to borrow a paragraph from @orokukarai’s rant:

If the ship makes you uncomfortable, whether it's for personal reasons or you're just not vibing, that's OK. If you personally see it as incestual, that's valid. But going around saying Leorai shippers all like or support incest is not true and there are many valid readings where they're not incestual even if you disagree with them. Some shippers probably do like incest, but then so do many non-Leorai shippers.

in conclusion, respect other people’s opinions. if you stumble across content you don’t like, block or ignore it. no need to comment hate or fill up the ship hashtags with negativity (and that goes for ALL fandoms).

just stay in your lane and keep scrolling ✌️

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Steven Beschloss at America, America:

On January 6, 2021, 147 members of Congress refused to certify the 2020 election which Joseph R. Biden won. This despite a violent attack on the U.S. Capitol earlier that day. This after two months of constant lying by Trump and his enablers that the election was stolen and he really won. That election denialism didn’t fade, neither has the desire for a coup that would subvert the will of the people and reinstall the 2020 loser in office. Fast forward to May 30, 2024. Twelve ordinary citizens unanimously determined that Donald Trump was guilty of 34 felony charges after five grueling weeks of detailed evidence. This followed dozens of the defendant’s enablers in Congress appearing inside and outside the courthouse to insist that this trial was rigged, nothing more than a political show trial, and that their beloved leader didn’t do anything wrong or illegal. The jury’s verdict of guilt didn’t change their rejection of justice and the legitimacy of the judicial system. In fact, the trial denialism only grew louder, more insistent—and more dangerous.

We should not be surprised. The same people who rejected the factual reality of Trump’s loss in 2020 have only grown more extreme in their need to ignore the truth as their hunger for power by any means has grown stronger. Accepting that the court proceeding was legitimate and the jurors’ conclusion was fair and true would puncture the bubble of lies that have propelled Trump toward the 2024 nomination for president. If he is guilty now, then maybe it means he really lost then. If they accept that he is genuinely a convicted felon and doesn’t belong anywhere near the White House again, they would have to doubt their decision to stick by him and his lies dating back to the 2020 election and before.

[...]

We can count on the trial deniers to keep digging, led by the convicted felon who had already succeeded in convincing them to embrace election denialism. Their chosen leader will continue to provide them an endless stream of contempt—toward the trial, toward the judge, toward the Manhattan District Attorney, toward the court system, toward the president, toward anyone who sways from their dangerous message.

And if a Republican refuses to go along? Then they devour him. After the verdict, former Maryland Gov. and now Senate candidate Larry Hogan dared to post this rational statement: “Regardless of the result, I urge all Americans to respect the verdict and the legal process. At this dangerously divided moment in our history, all leaders—regardless of party—must not pour fuel on the fire with more toxic partisanship. We must reaffirm what has made this nation great: the rule of law.” In response, election-denying and trial-denying Republican National Committee chair and Trump daughter-in-law Lara Trump went on the attack. She said Hogan “doesn’t deserve the respect of anyone in the Republican Party at this point, and quite frankly anybody in America, if that’s the way you feel.” Chris LaCivita, a Trump campaign advisor, was more direct in defining the consequence of Hogan’s lack of fealty. “You just ended your campaign,” he wrote in response. The insurrection did not end on Jan. 6, 2021. Since then, the rejection of factual reality has only intensified. 

Steven Beschloss’s America, America column on how the anti-reality MAGA Cult's election denial has extended into trial denialism is a must-read.

The MAGA Cult is all about showing fealty to the 34x convicted felon and domestic terrorist cult leader Donald Trump, facts be damned.

[andromeda3116]

Points of fact, for anyone who wants to follow me:

1. Trans women are women, trans men are men, and people can decide whatever gender they want to be, or even no gender at all. It literally does not harm me and is none of my business, and frankly I find it weird and creepy to obsess over other people's genitals.

2. All sexualities are valid, and likewise I don't get the obsession over drawing lines and gatekeeping and deciding who "belongs" in what category. It's not my place to decide for someone else how they feel or what they want.

3. I am an adult. I rarely post NSFW content, and even then it's usually more along the lines of crass jokes and stories rather than images, but I'm not going to promise that I never will. If you're a minor, it's up to you to decide what you're willing to see. It's not my job to police your internet experience.

4. All ships and all kinds of fic and art are valid. Yes, even the illegal ones. Yes, even the fucked-up toxic ones. Yes, even the ones that squick me out personally. Unless it's actively trying to harm or convince others to do harm to actual, living people -- i.e. propaganda, rallies to whip up a crowd so they'll storm the capitol over lies -- it isn't wrong and no one has the right to demand that someone stop writing, drawing, or shipping something just because they find it abhorrent.

5. All people get human rights. All of them. Yes, even the cruelest politicians, even the murderers, even the pedophiles. Nothing can strip away someone's right to be treated like a human being - meaning you cannot torture them, you cannot kill them, you cannot "disappear" them. There are many reasons for this:

One, stripping someone of humanity does nothing to address the crimes they committed or why. The knee-jerk reaction to punish, to avenge, is strong and deeply-rooted, but it doesn't do anything about the problem that led to the crime in the first place. "Revenge is not redress. Revenge is a wheel, and it turns backwards." -Monstrous Regiment

Two, as soon as you say that some people should have their humanity stripped away, you open the door to people who hate a group of people to find a way to put them into that category. We have seen this very recently, when gay men were considered pedophiles for existing around children while being openly gay. It has to be across the board, because as soon as you say that someone can be stripped of their rights, everyone can be stripped of their rights, if those in power want them to be. "Human hate can adapt to anything, if someone hates you they will come up with a reason after the fact." -X-Men

Three, as soon as you declare some form of criminal a monster and inhuman, you strip yourself of the ability to look in the mirror and see that you, too, are capable of monstrosity, given the right conditions or circumstances or upbringing or accident of genetics. You, too, are human and capable of evil. Do not lose sight of this, because you must always remember that you are not immune to it, and so you must always be vigilant for the harm you could inflict.

6. You are welcome to politely request content warnings. If ever I've missed something, please let me know and I will add the warning(s) both to the relevant post and in the future.

[lyle-and-erik-menendez]

do you think Milly is still in the picture? I understand they don't want to bring attention to her/the story, but since neither Lyle nor Rebecca nor anyone have denied anything about her since that story came out, I'm incline to beileve they're still together. Rebecca only said it "wasn't a cheating scandal" but apparently she also once "don't hate him, he hates himself" so who knows...I know the age gap is...questionable to say the least (not illegal, but also not widely accepted), but I don't think him being with her is a good look to the parole board, especially if the whole "making fake accounts on a contraband phone" thing is true. His family or lawyers should intervene and convince him to end things if he hasn't already. I know you're not a fan of Rebecca, but she seems smart and knows how bad this looks for him and is covering for him out of loyalty. I feel bad for her either way. I never thought either of their marriages would last when they got out, but Lyle really messed up here, and if he's still with her it won't last either...Both brohters need therapy when they get out, along with marriage counseling if possible.

No I don't think that Lyle and Milly are still together. I could be wrong obviously, but nothing else has been leaked so far and Hochman could have poisoned the well very easily. However, I have heard audio of Lyle sending voice messages to a 16 year old, which I frankly find completely inappropriate. And that does begin and end with Rebecca as far as I'm concerned. I've said since the beginning that Rebecca is the mod and this all happened under her watch. No one can explain to me how she could have possibly been blind sighted when she ran the account and they could only message through that account. How easy would it have been to change the passwords? But I digress.

Rebecca might have loyalty to Lyle, but her true loyalty is to herself and making sure that she is still profiting from that account. If she had any care for Lyle, she would run that account professional and not like a teenage girl ranting all over the place.

The brothers need serious therapy and they need to get away from these toxic influences. I truly fear for Erik's well being in the 'care' of Tammi. I highly doubt these marriages will last if they're free, as most prison marriages fall apart.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

TW: Sexualization of (fictional) Minors/CSA mentions

Mod: Batch post 3 for these, so the people who want to avoid the topic can do so 💜

1. "It’s still just as gross as the real thing " This line, this line alone made you honestly the biggest asshole and I hope you're fucking ashamed. I hope you grow the fuck up and look in the mirror and see what a fucking dumbass you were saying this with 100% confidence. I've not been active reading this blog for some months, but seeing this line.

This one fucking line. I want you to tell me, with full fucking confidence that you genuinely believe, that a fucking dumb ass shitty as fuck doll, a fucking piece of plastic, and bobbleheaded waste of space, and overly expensive toy being portrayed in a gross and sexualised fucking manner, is in any fucking way comparable to a real life, breathing, living, growing child being betrayed by the people who should care for them. A child that has thoughts, experiences pain and suffering. A literal human being that can be traumatized and violated, a child you can fucking betray and destroy completely and utterly.

I want you to fucking come here, and tell me that you actually think this is in any fucking way comparable. I want you to tell me this, and I want you to do it off-fucking-anon, because saying shit like this, fucking put your face to that statement.

What the fuck is wrong with people like you? You can hate that shit, find it fucking tasteless and gross. But you're not going to fucking use real victims, to feel morally superior and peddle your stupid fucking arguments.

NO THIS SHIT IS NOT COMPARABLE. No matter how "close it looks", it will never be comparable, because one of these has a real life fucking victim, while the other is a heap of plastic you can throw in the trash.

~Anonymous

2. As someone who’s been exploited and abused as a child by men, I find it disgusting that no one recognizes how art IS self expression. So when people sexualize underage individuals you are giving them gratification. So yes it makes someone a deviant. People watch CP , and since it’s illegal they try and use art to get around it. And we say that’s ok? That does feed their desires, which can fuel them to act on it. If their brain believes it’s a real child, it’s just as bad as the real thing. I’m disgusted people think this is ok to do. That pedos are valid to make their dreams a reality through art and dolls. Dolls ARE art. Dolls ARE self expression. How someone styles their dolls DOES say a lot about them. If you truly understood how these individuals work, you would understand how harmful it is. Speaking as a victim and a sex worker who does encounter these types of men.

~Anonymous

3. honestly ()bsequi()us, as a victim of the things you keep harping on about, i'm in the camp of the people who understand that fictional exploration of dark topics does not equate to condoning those subjects, and i furthermore really wish you would stop being so morally aggrandizing to people about it. if you don't agree, that's your erroneous hill to die on, but heckling people the way you do is only making you seem more unreasonable.

~Anonymous

4. There's only one person, maybe two, that are screaming and shaming everyone else for thinking pedo-bait is gross. And I am not surprised to see who the most vocal one is.

~Anonymous

5. "I'm saying this as a survivor" bro there's survivors on both sides lol. getting rid of csa is kinda hard if you didn't notice, let us try and fix our first world rich kid problems until then ok? personally I don't want to see ppl who on top of being pedos, enjoy fondling plastic in their public Instagram accounts

~Anonymous

6. When people say they don't care if a "child" doll gets sexualized, they're not saying they defend pedophilia. They're saying you're a tool for comparing the struggles and suffering of real, human victims to a literal fucking doll. No it is not "just as bad", it's nowhere close, and frankly it's insulting and gross that you think they're even comparable.

~Anonymous