#what’s the downside here

[sergle]

what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting. not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women. and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do. acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house. saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.

like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive? "you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it. if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right? also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.

[mythtiide]

what its all about honestly 🍨 (+ bonuses under the cut !)

i didnt know what to draw so i pulled smth out my pinterest pose board; heres the original image!

+ doodles from these past few weeks

[croakings]

i apologize for mithrunposting incessantly but honestly if any of you expected better of me you shouldn't have

anyway i get it and some of the failguy jokes are funny. i can tell that nothing i've run into is even malicious. but also it would be really cool and awesome if there were simply less posts calling a disabled person a failure or baby or a dog or whatever for needing accommodation or extra help, especially when like. hey did you know the source material very on purpose did not do anything remotely like that. critical thinking question: could there be some reasons these phrases are not great, potentially

[fisherrprince]

various (including frills)

[ratatatastic]

"Battle of Alberta, right? It was my first game: Calgary, Edmonton. We would play them in the preseason, and you know—trying to make the team I'd always be asking him to fight in preseason, always. I'd be runnin' my mouth—like, tryna fight the biggest, baddest guys, tryna make an impression.

And he would never fight me. He'd always tell me, like If you make the team, I'll fight ya. You don't have to worry about that, but I'm not fightin' ya preseason. And I totally respect it, I'm not gonna chase him down. It is what it is. He's established—I'm looking for my chance.

So I get called up, we're playing Edmonton in Edmonton: Battle of Alberta. [He's] over there on the other side, and it's like the coolest thing ever... you know, the buildup was crazy 'cuz I knew if the opportunity presented itself—if the game went the way I hoped it would, I would get an opportunity to fight him.

I remembered in warmups tryna skate by the redline initially just kind-of gettin' a feel for it—to see if I have to say something or whatever... He's got no bucket on, his big, bald head is glarin' around, he skates by the redline with the biggest smile on his face, and just gives me the biggest wink...

At that moment I knew Okay, he remembers. It's gonna happen at some point.

We were up 1, I think it was 2-1 going into intermission or whatever—Oh, no, I think it was 1-1 and we had just scored so the position I'm like Yeah, I don't know if I can fight him now because we have the momentum and we're winning the game. I don't want to lose a fight, then we lose a game and now I'm, like, never getting a chance again.

You kind-of gotta play the game within the game like [...] there's an opportunity to fight, and there's an opportunities where you shouldn't fight. Things weren't looking good, then they score and now we need a spark. I'm like Fucking perfect.

I just skate by their bench and I'm like It's time, big boy! He jumps out, we line up, and he goes We squarin' up or we goin' right away?

I'm like I'm not fuckin' squarin' up with you right now! We're goin' right away!

Drop em, we go right away, grab each other. I know he's a lefty so he's gonna let go—let's go of my right arm before he throws one. I threw one. Big boy went down, he jumped back up pretty quick. I don't know, I tell people all the time, I'm like I would've been in the league fuckin' 2 years earlier if there was good footage of this fuckin' fight!

For some reason—For some reason, the cameras cut out. I don't know if [he] had his cousins working the cameras or something that night, or if they're in the video room or what happened.

That was my first NHL game.

It's funny 'cuz Chucky was there—Chucky's there and he knows, he saw, he always laugh when I say that I would've been in the league earlier 'cuz he knows how things like that go. You get a little bit of energy and buzz around ya, and then kind-of momentum takes you a little bit further but unfortunate[ly], I missed that opportunity but I don't regret a thing.

[...]

The opportunity was there, I just—unfortunately, for whatever reason, the Hockey Gods said not yet." (Ryan Lomberg reminiscing over his first NHL game/fight) (x)(x) (please go watch the second link to see lombos giant smile as he tells this story jfc)

and other genuinely bonkers things to say about a hockey player in your first fight... like why did this need to be said like that...what

[rodolfoparras]

Remedial Work

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Trans Male Reader

Wc: Ca 2k

Synopsis: There seems to be a consensus among your classmates at the police academy that you and Leon don’t get along. However, they couldn’t be more wrong.

Content warning: 18+, MINORS DNI, depiction of unhealthy relationships (Leon’s a bit of a bully), ooc, non canon compliant (ish?), oral fixation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (implied) dacryphilia, boot grinding kink, degradation, sub! Leon, hard dom!reader (ish?), use of strap on, blow job, deep throating, no aftercare

A/N: The usual disclaimer: English isn’t my first language so excuse any grammatically incorrect sentences, spelling mistakes, ooc, plot holes… heads up for long sentences as well, who needs proper structure anyway.

Drabble/ one shot/ part of a series:

Failure was a part of life, especially when attending the police academy. One was bound to fail something while attending the academy and remedial work was always around the corner for those who wanted and needed it. That’s at least what you tried to tell yourself but unfortunately not everyone shared the sentiment. 

You along with your team at the police academy had failed an assignment and had therefore been encouraged to do remedial work in the upcoming week. And although your classmates had done their fair share of whining and complaining, no one seemed to be as frustrated as Leon Kennedy. 

You’ve long been dismissed and you just wanted to go to your dorm and forget about this disastrous assignment but Leon wasn’t having any of it. 

“Three times! Three times in one fucking day!” Leon hisses through gritted teeth, three fingers waving around in the air furiously. 

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to do it, Leon” One of your classmates say and puts a hand on Leon’s shoulder, only to have him jerk away.

“Doesn’t matter now does it?” Leon says as he gets all up in your face, hands pushing relentlessly at your chest until you end up with your back pressed up against a wall, and with no way to escape his seething rage.

All of a sudden his hands grab onto the collar of your shirt, pulling you so far up, you end up on your tiptoes “Maybe you shouldn’t be here if you don’t think you can handle it”

“That’s enough, Leon!” says another classmate, and grabs at his shoulder to pull him away but Leon doesn’t  budge an inch.  

“You’re so fucking lucky we get to do remedial work on this” he says, letting go off your collar with a harsh shove before leaving for his dorm.

He stands at your door with his arms crossed, gaze locked on the bedroom floor as he says his apologies and reasonings for his behavior.

You however don’t acknowledge him, acting as if he isn’t even here as you continue to work on the report you have to hand in (an unfortunate outcome from the failed assignment).

Apologies and reasonings are soon replaced with sniffles and whimpers as Leon’s looming form goes down on his hands and knees, landing with a soft thud to the floor before crawling over to your feet

Once again, you don’t  acknowledge him, even with him at your feet, hands hovering over your thighs and his hot breath hitting your knees.

He doesn’t dare do anything at first knowing he has to get your permission first. You just sigh heavily as if annoyed with him, but drop the pen you were holding and sneak a hand under your desk to grab at the curls that had formed at the back of Leon's neck before pulling his mouth onto your dick. 

He lands face first, hands crawling at your thighs as mutters of “thank you sir “ falls from his lips. He unbuckles your belt before taking your cock out of your boxers and wraps his lips around the tip.

Soon enough another round of apologies along with reasonings can be heard from the man below your feet, as he pathetically suckles on your dick.

“I didn’t mean it” he says with his lips wrapped around your dick, obscene squelching sounds coming through his mouth as he tries to speak.

Of course he didn’t. Leon Kennedy never means what he says. He speaks before he thinks and in very rare cases - regrets it later. 

“You know how I get” he spurts out, head thinking much more clearer now with the familiar weight of your cock resting atop of his tongue and the tangy plastic taste dancing across his taste buds.

And of course you do. You know who Leon Scott Kennedy is and you know how he can get. He is the most prestigious student at the police academy. You know the reputation surrounding him, and you know what he has to do to uphold it and sometimes the pressure gets the best of him.  

“ I shouldn’t have acted that way” he manages to say with drool running down his chin, mouth getting exhausted from trying to speak while having his lips wrapped around your dick.

Of course he knows he shouldn’t have acted that way. Your Leon knows he shouldn’t because such behavior comes with a certain punishment. Yet that’s what your relationship is all about; Leon testing your limits and you punishing him for it, a sort of push and pull you’ve had going on since you met him. 

You stay silent for the whole entirety of his apology, making it clear you were still ignoring him. And every time he realizes that he is being ignored, a fresh wave of tears makes its way down his cheeks. His sniffles along with the squelching sound from his mouth echos throughout the room as he suckles harder on your dick, searching for both comfort and attention from the one person who won’t give it to him. 

It’s clear that you won’t accept his apology so easily.

Leon had been out of line today, worried a bit too much about his name, reputation and place in the academy, lashed out in such a way you have to remind him who’s in charge here. Drooling on your dick and muttering a couple of apologies won’t make up for the tantrum he’d thrown earlier today. That’s why you suggest to him “How about this, you get through this report without cumming and I might just accept your apology” 

Leon is unable to contain his excitement as he mutters a response with his lips still wrapped around your cock “yes sir, yes please”

Leon allows you to to shove your dick down his throat and put your boot on his cock as he attempts not to blow his load.

He does well the first couple of minutes, never giving into his high even though his hips continuously buck and he gets lost in the feeling of having a cock in his mouth.

However his punishment has just begun and you make it clear with a harsh thrust of your hips and a cruel twist of your boot on his dick. 

Eventually things start to go downhill…

“What was that?”  You ask as you roll your chair back a bit to get a better look at him. 

What you see when you look down is Leon Kennedy on his hands and knees, tears running down his cheeks and lips wrapped around your dick like it’s his last meal with your boot pressed against his own dick.  

“Did you say something Kennedy?” You ask faux sympathy dripping from your lips, like he hadn’t been talking ever since he got here. Your hand falls to his head, fingers sinking into his hair as if to pet it but turning up to yank the curls at the back of his neck to have a better look at his face. 

His eyes are half lidded, fat tears clinging onto long lashes and running down flushed cheeks. His lips are red and puffy, drool’s running at the corners of his mouth while he does his best to keep his lips wrapped around  your dick. 

His usual pristine police uniform is disheveled- unbuttoned at the collar and hanging loose at the side of his shoulder. His belt is unbuckled, pants unbuttoned and cock heavily pressing up against the soiled fabric of his pants. 

He sniffles sadly, hand coming up to rub away his tears and he manages out a nod before he goes to respond  “Are we almost done with the report, sir?”

Instead of responding to him, you release the grip on his hair and roll your chair back in place. You hear the man beneath you squeak at the pushing movement, nails crawling at your legs and gagging at the forceful intrusion. 

When you go to speak, it’s not to respond to him but rather to raise attention to something else. 

“You can still talk?” You ask, faux disappointment dripping from your voice, “should’ve picked a bigger one” You say, as you buck your hips again and press your boot down on his dick  only to be met with the sound of gagging mixing with the sound of whimpers. And you can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you skim over the next part of the report. 

“Oh well then. Help me answer this, yeah?” You say before reading the question to him, never once letting up the pace you’ve created between your foot and hips.

He gasps and his body jerks in response.

You know he can back away any time if it gets too much for him, tap twice on your thigh or even use his safe word if he wants to. But he doesn’t, he never asks you too stop. He’s too busy filling that gaping hole he calls mouth, and too busy with relieving his little dick.

You feel his blunt nails claw at the fabric of your pant leg, desperately holding onto it so that your boot never leaves his dick. And despite the gagging noises he makes, he never lets go off your dick, deepthroating it like his life depends on it,  “Gnnnh,”

“I can’t hear you big boy you got a whole cock shoved down your throat “ you chuckle, dropping the report for one second to give your undivided attention to the man underneath your desk. 

“ gonna gonna-“ is all he manages to say, nails sinking deeper into your skin as you hear something akin to a cry make its way past his lips.

 

A moment of silence falls over you  as you feel his mouth release your cock and body slump onto your leg, face pressed into the material, his hot breath hitting your pant leg.

You roll back your chair and look down at him to see him twitching in place, body now dealing with the aftershock of his orgasm.

“Did you just cum?” You ask with a sneer but your pupils are blown wide, desire clearly swirling in your iris.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry sir” he blabbers, hands fisting the material of your pants as he rubs his cheek against it and you feel the wet sensation from his tears along with his spit soaking through your pant leg.

You sigh, voice dripping with disappointment when you say “three times, three times in one fucking day” you’re clearly echoing back the words he’d said to you in a fit of rage. “I thought we’d manage to get through this report without you coming, looks like I was wrong”

The report is soon torn to pieces, the sound of shredding paper mixing with the sound of Leon’s sniffles. 

You grab onto the collar of his shirt, much like he’d done to you before “Maybe you shouldn’t be here in the first place if you don’t think you can handle it”

He tries to respond but he’s unable to say anything. The only response you get is the furious shake off his head paired with the desperate look in his eyes telling you he wants a go at it again. His hand tugging at your leg as he blindly tries to put your dick back in between his lips. 

“Let’s try this again” you sigh, rolling your chair back in place as you pick up another paper from your desk. His mouth is back on your cock within seconds and so is your boot atop of his dick.

 “You’re so lucky we get to do remedial work on this “ you say with a sneer before subtly bucking your hip and twisting your foot atop of his dick. And once again the room fills with sounds of gagging along with the sounds of Leon’s whimpers.

[discjude]

Hi prequel community. If I said that I think the reason why there were only two prequels compared to the three that the other parts of the series got (3 TSY books and 3 TCY books) AND the reasons why Rhian's eye colour changes miraculously from Rise to Fall from green to blue (I think he's described as having green eyes in Rise? someone might have to correlate me on that) is because in Rise he's supposed to parallel TSY Sophie (green eyes, doubtfully good, multiple boyfriends) and then in Fall he's supposed to parallel Japeth (blue eyes, fratricidal, insane, gets cool one liners) how would you react to that

[dark-elf-writes]

Yo wait hold on there are big noises happening and I’m alone??? And it’s definitely not the dogs???

[jrueships]

zesty lowkey just another way for str8 ppl to say faggot / faggy and get away with it

[dbphantom]

How its been going if I'm being quite honest

[carcarrot]

i wish i could articulate the experience of seeing a band you're into live like actually seeing them in person because its so strange yet fascinating

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

take your child to work day because your wife needs a nap

[elegyofthemoon]

can someone remind me to write up my thoughts about gallagher and the enigmata later or at least compile them somewhere i want to share it but also my Goodness i am sleepy as heck today and i have work tonight 😔

[fizzingwizard]

dear internet stop throwing pictures of beautifully toasted bagels slathered in cream cheese at me i don't have a toaster i don't have room in my teeny kitchenette for a toaster a toaster is a luxury here in japan as are bagels as is cream cheese

bagel places here that ask me "do you want that heated up" make me want to cry tears of joy even though all they mean is they're gonna stick the bagel in the microwave for ten seconds so it's slightly warm-ish but not enough to crisp up or melt the cream cheese a little

[brethilach]

blessed with an unyielding obsession with linguistics but cursed with monolingualism into adulthood because my family and schools never bothered to teach me anything other than English so learning a second language is So Difficult

if anyone has advice for how to make learning a second language easier please let me know. thank you <3

[sportsthoughts]

feeling Mentally Strong this afternoon so going to brave watching/giffing some of last night's game