#but there's just no FLAVOR there come ON let's GO let's just get LESBIANS with it

[archangeldyke-all]

something short and fluffy about making lunches for sevika

enjoy gays! love, angel :)

men and minors dni

i like to think she moves you into her apartment pretty early on in the relationship. (uhaul lesbian sevika the loml)

she doesn't work normal hours, usually coming home in the early hours of the morning and leaving in the late afternoon, so when you get up every morning (after about half an hour of convincing sevika to let you leave the bed) you have your mornings to yourself.

the two of you don't have time to cook that often, but you make sure to keep the cupboards and fridge stocked with snacks and deli meats for easy eats.

about a week into living with sev, you start tucking snack packs and granola bars into her cloak's pockets and satchel before you leave for work.

one night she mentions it casually, thanking you with a gentle kiss to your head for the chips you had hidden in her bag. you decided to step it up a notch after that.

it starts with paper bag lunches. peanut butter sandwiches and a piece of fruit, wrapped in wax paper and signed with a heart from you.

when you have time in the mornings, you write her a little note, something quick and simple. 'love u baby,' or 'u + me = <3.' it gives you a laugh to imagine sevika finding the notes while shes at work, getting flustered in front of silco or ran, trying to crumble up the note before they can see it.

but a few weeks later you're in her office waiting for her to finish some paperwork, and you see the little notes you've been packing her taped up behind her desk in a neat little row. (you crawl under her desk to give her some sloppy head after this particular discovery.)

after this you decide to take your lunches to the next level. you carve out a good 20 minutes in your morning routine to dedicate to her lunches.

you start baking. nothing serious, just quick treats you can pop in the oven in the morning. cookies, brownies, muffins. you always pack her two, in case she decides to share-- but you doubt she shares.

you start cutting her sandwiches into hearts like a lovesick fool.

your notes get a little longer. quick lists of the things you'd like to do to her once she gets home, sometimes innocent, sometimes not. little love letters, haikus, doodles of the two of you holding hands.

you buy increasingly ridiculous snacks at the store for her, chips with wild flavors, crackers in the shapes of various animals, bright candies and air puffed vegetable sticks. you switch out the napkins and old receipts you'd been writing her notes on out for some heart shaped sticky notes.

eventually you bite the bullet and buy her an actual lunch tin. you try to find something subtle, something that matches her vibe, but the closest you can find is a purple tin with black polka dots decorating it. she scoffs at the sight of it, but takes it with her to work every day and brings it home each night, empty besides a few crumbs.

the intimidating image of her stomping down the street with her usual scowl is somewhat obscured with the addition of the little lunch pail swinging along in her grip, but not enough for anyone to say anything to her.

you ask her one night if it embarrasses her-- tell her you can go back to using the paper bags. she pouts.

"fuck no. i like my lunch box. you got it for me." she says simply.

sometimes, instead of a note you'll snap a dirty polaroid and throw it in her pail. your cleavage, your ass, a shot of the matching set you're wearing under your work uniform. each time you do, sevika comes home with a dark look in her eye and fucks you for hours on end.

"you're such a fuckin' tease. had to work five more hours knowing you were at home wearing these. nearly quit so i could come home and get my hands on you sooner."

when she's having a particularly rough week, you'll roll her a hefty joint and pack it alongside some extra snacks for munchies. these nights, she comes home and drags you to the couch to cuddle for hours. she burrows under your shirt, breathing in the scent of your skin and mumbling about her day as you rub her back.

one day you come home from work to see the purple lunch pail still sitting on the counter. it breaks your heart to think of sevika going without her food and note, so you scoop it up and march down to the last drop to hand deliver it to her.

at this point, the bouncers recognize you, they move aside to let you in with a nod. you navigate through the rowdy crowd looking for your girlfriend. eventually you spot her in a heated conversation with a few of silco's goons, pinching the bridge of her nose and snarling. the man beside her flinches every time she moves. you smile.

you let her finish her little lecture before approaching her. the second her eyes meet yours, her face melts. the tension in her shoulders falls, the stress in her face disappears into a soft little smile. when her eyes catch the lunch box in your hands, her eyes go big and round.

she scoops you up into her arms, clinging onto you, burying her face into your neck. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she mumbles. you giggle, kissing her hair.

she drags you to her office, forcing you to sit on her lap, alternating feeding herself and you bites of the food you packed her.

"you make a good housewife." she mumbles around a mouthful of food. you laugh.

"gotta be a wife for that." you snort, elbowing her. you expect the usual laugh and smack on your ass you get when teasing sevika about marriage, but instead you're met with silence. you look up at her.

"would you wanna be?" she asks, so soft and quiet you would've missed it if you weren't looking at her. you blink.

"sevika." she looks at you, her eyes sparkling. "you are not about to propose to me in your office." you command. a guilty little smile creeps up her lips. you raise your eyebrows.

"no, i guess i'm not." she says. you giggle, nervous and giddy.

"no, you're not." you confirm. she pouts. "'cause if you want me to say yes, you at least gotta get me some flowers. and you gotta do it somewhere you haven't disemboweled someone before."

"doesn't leave very many options open for me." she grumbles. you laugh.

"you'll figure it out." you say. "or you'll just have to wait 'til i propose to you." you tease.

"fine." she huffs, shoving the remainder of her sandwich in her mouth. "just as long as you keep making me lunches."

#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you

[adi-azzz]

Rating Hazbin Hotel Ships

!!! THIS IS MY OPINION !!!

Huskerdust : 100/10 absolutely love. i rlly think angel could use someone who is good to him and for him. I rlly like the idea that they'll be super sweet and not rush into anything. I rlly hope husk has a part in freeing angel from vals control if that even happens later in the show!

radiohusk : -1000/10 i rlly dont like alastor ships (for more info on why read last post.) if its platonic then sure but romantic -or god forbin sexual- no.

radiodust : -1010/10 i like this one even less. we know alastor has no interes in anyone, let alone angel (as shown in episode one angel talks about filming him and al going at it as the hotel ad and al laughs and says it'll never happen)

radiostatic : -1,000,000/10 it would be so one sided like omgg. like vox obsessed with al and al being repulsed by him. that is a horrible relationship for voxs mental health.

radioapple : 0/10 could be worse. i get people like enemies to lovers but brah they arent lovers and never will be. like platonic divorsed dads for charlie is fine but people writing about/drawing them going at it like rabbits is just 😬🫣

adams apple : 4/10 not my fav but i can def see where people are coming from. Like in the fight when luci says "im gonna fuck you" he totally could have ment that as "i got both your wives and now i want you." if adam is even in season 2 (tries to get redemed after he died ends up in hell) i wouldnt be too horribly surprised if they end up having a fling or a possible relationship of some kind. still suprised but not too bad

appledust : 3/10 i like them platonically. like they gossip abt the guys/girls they like, talk shit abt val and alastor, vent to each other, cry together, laugh together, and try and get one another with who ever they want (i.e angel w/ husk and luci w/ whoever he might want so like adam if a fling does happen)

chaggie : 10/10 i LOVE them i just want them to have more flavor. i need their relationship to get fleshed out more. like we had one little fight and a sweet like 1 min song. I WANT MORE from the only lesbian couple in that damn show.

sir pen x cherri : 7/10 i love the dynamic despite how little of it we got in the show. like hes hopeless and she that bitch. i rlly hope cherri ends up trying to redeem herself to meet pen in heaven.

cherri x angel : 2/10 platonic is cool but romantic jusy doesnt seem right to me since angel is gay. i honestly dont know how i feel abt their friendship long term because cherri doesnt seem like too great of an influence on him.

adam x lute : 4/10 probably just one sided as fuck. like no way lute didnt have feelings for adam. he made her and she was his favorite ofc she was going to fall in love but i dont think he liked her back man.

lucifer x lilith : 2/10. all im sayin is they divorsed for a reason :/

LMK IF I MISSED ANY ^_^

#hazbin hotel husk #hazbinhotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #vivziepop #hazbin hotel edit #alistor #hazbin lute #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin ships #alastor the radio demon #radioapple #radiostatic #huskerdust #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute

[pawnshopbleus]

Cola

robin buckley x fem!reader

summary - Inspired by the iconic lyric: “My pussy taste like Pepsi cola.” 

warnings - oral sex (f!receiving), lesbians, tbh idk what this is 

words - 1.2k 

THE Hawkins movie theater had just received a new slushy flavor. Instead of the typical cherry and raspberry, they added another classic: Pepsi.

“Please can we go?” you begged your girlfriend the day she came over.

“You want to go to the movie theater just to get a slushy?” Robin raised a brow.

You jumped up from the couch in your living room, “Yes! You finally got it.”

That’s the two of you found yourselves in the movie theater, waiting in line for the new slushy flavor. You hung off of Robin’s arm and gazed up at her with a huge smile.

“I wonder what It will taste like?” you wondered. Maybe it would taste like coke instead of Pepsi. Maybe it would taste like dirty ice water. Even if it had the signature Pepsi name on it you still had to make sure it would taste as such.

Robin chuckled and rolled her eyes. She knew you were just testing her. If you two weren’t in public then she would have leaned down and kissed your lips until they fell off. You were just too cute. The two of you got to the counter and the person working at the front counted and asked what the two of you would like.

Robin ordered for the two of you, “Can I just get one Pepsi slushy and one cherry slushy, please and thank you.”

The two of you got your slushies and walked off to the side. You happily sucked on your slushy and sighed. It was just as good as the normal soda. “God, I love capitalism.”

Robin choked on her cherry slushy, “Babe, I don’t think you’re supposed to say that.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she put her hand over your shoulder and lead you to the movie auditoriums. Robin wasn’t going to come to the movie theater just to get a slushy. It would go against her morals so you two were going to watch Pretty in Pink for the third time this month. Before the two of you made it to the auditorium she leaned down close to your ear and whispered, “I hope you enjoy the movie because when we get home, I want to find out just how good that Pepsi tastes.”

                           ●・○・●・○・●

The movie was good. Just like the first two times you’d seen it. Robin had gotten you all worked up during the movie. She put her hand on your upper thigh, letting it glide from your knee to your upper thigh. She would leave a few kisses on your neck here and there. Luckily, the two of you were the only ones in the theater so it wasn’t like you were going to get caught.

Now you were home. Your parents were asleep in their room. Your parents liked your ‘best friend,’ Robin. Your parents described her as a kind, sweet, and caring young lady. So, they didn’t mind whenever Robin ‘slept over.’ To be honest, when she came over the two of you did get much sleep.

You put your pointer finger over your mouth and looked at Robin. You mouthed, “My parents are asleep,” and pointed at their room. Robin winked and smiled. You grabbed Robin’s arm and pulled her into your room.

“Thank you for today,” you hugged Robin. She hugged you back and slid her hands up and down your back as the two of you swayed from side to side.

“Stop swaying before you made me sleepy,” you grumbled.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked gazing at your lips.

You smirked and in a low whisper, you said, “Yes,” before you pressed your lips onto hers.

The kiss wasn’t like the normal ones the two of you shared. It was slow and sweet and sensual. There was less tongue, less teeth classing, and less neediness. The two of you felt less rushed to get through this. You just wanted to feel her and she just wanted to feel you.

Robin broke the kiss and put her forehead on yours, “Can I take this off?” she motioned to your clothes.

“Yes.”

Robin made quick work of your clothes and took them off piece by piece. She enjoyed taking your clothes off. It was as if she was unwrapping her very own birthday present.

“Lay on the bed for me,” she said as she took her jean jacket off and threw it in the corner of your room. She rolled up the sleeves of her green long-sleeve shirt and kneeled in front of you. Robin ran her hands up the expanse of your legs and set them on the top of your thigh.

“Look at how pretty you look for me,” she smirked.

“Only for you,” you said as you looked down at your girlfriend.

She spread your legs apart. She began kissing your thigh, trailing a path up to the place where you needed her most. Then she removed herself from between your legs and pushed herself up. She took her index and pointer finger and ran it across your bottom lip.

“Open.”

You immediately followed her orders and opened your mouth. You took her fingers into her mouth and swirled your tongue around them. She took her fingers out of your mouth and smiled. She trailed her fingers down your neck, then your sternum, your stomach, and then your left thigh. She kneeled between your legs again and ran a finger through your pussy lips. She spread your arousal over your clit and smiled at the way you reacted.

“You like that, huh?” you nodded and she chuckled and did it again.

She spread your thighs a bit further. And kissed along your folds. She liked teasing you, getting you worked up, hot, and bothered. She finally did what you needed her to do. She attached her mouth to your clit. Not too hard yet not too soft. She teased your entrance with her fingers then she slowly eased them into you.

“Don’t stop, please,” you pleaded. You hated begging. You thought it was pathetic but in times like this, you didn’t care.

You could feel Robin smirk into your pussy. She thrust her fingers gently in and out of you. She picked up the pace a bit and re-attached her mouth to your throbbing clit. You were close, and Robin could feel it.

“Are you close?” she asked, looking at you through her eyebrows.

You nodded. Robin took her fingers out of you and rubbed them in circles around your clit while her tongue teased your entrance.

You could feel the tingling sensation, build up in your stomach. The control you once had was now gone and you began shaking with ecstasy. You came all over your girlfriend's face.

You took a few seconds to collect yourself, your chest going up and down with every breath.

She went to the bathroom that was built into your room and grabbed a towel from the towel rack, ran it under the tap, and returned back to you.

You were still laying on your bed when Robin came back. She cleaned you up and put the towel into the dirty clothes hamper. She slid into bed with you, your naked body wrapped around her clothed one.

“That was nice,” you said as you yawned.

Robin smiled and kissed your nose, “I’m glad my little Pepsi queen.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x you #stranger things #lesbian #lets go lesbians #lesbian reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #Smut

[powderblueblood]

please do something with nancy wheelr i miss my baby

-🧞‍♀️

SAVE ME FROM WHAT I WANT - nancy wheeler

author's note: my beautiful jean genie anon, i love you so much for asking for this and i hope to god you like it. this honestly maybe might be a prologue to something bigger i'm toying around with (spot the references l o l) but-- let's just get into it, shall we??? content warning: nancy wheeler being semi in denial about her sexuality, nancy wheeler is a lesbian, mentions of pussy eatin but no actual pussy eatin, references to complicated stancy and jancy, mention of parent illness, a little angst and a little fluff word count: 1.7k

The first time Nancy Wheeler kissed a girl was not a light bulb moment.

There were no choirs of angels singing, no great and fantastic revelation about who she is. 

Because it’s not like she hadn’t thought about it before.

Nancy, a student of the human scene, has entertained the curiosity the same way one might like, want to see what happens when they throw a watermelon off the top of an eleven story building. The fall and the impact will surely be thrilling, but then there’s the cleanup. Did you know it’s illegal to throw watermelons off buildings in most US states? So theoretically, if she were to throw the watermelon, she could always toss and run. But then she’d have to live with the guilt of not going back and owning up to her mess. It could have really hurt someone. Maybe it did! 

But the temptation to throw is still there. 

Anyway, she doesn’t think about it that much. So it’s fine. 

She only thought about it when her feminist lit professor paused at her desk, returning the paper she’d written about Gloria Steinem infiltrating the Playboy Club. Professor Gonzalez, who Nancy can’t quite bring herself to call Flo despite her insistence, has sleek black hair that tumbles over her shoulder like dark and deadly sand through an hourglass. It fell in a sheet then too, almost hitting Nancy in the face as Flo told her, “This is great. I know Gloria, and she would totally love this.” 

Despite Nancy’s best friend derisively protesting that Professor Gonzalez does not know Gloria, are you shitting me, Nancy entertains daydreams where she and Flo and Gloria Steinem meet up in a dark bar for a gorgeous, stimulating meeting of the minds. In some versions, Flo goes home first, leaving Nancy and Gloria alone. In other versions, the versions that throw heat on Nancy’s cheeks even just thinking about them, Gloria goes home first and Nancy and Flo are staring at each other through the brine-heavy buzz of dirty martinis. 

Nancy doesn’t even like dirty martinis. 

She discovered this at some dorm get together or another, where one of her similarly-affected-by-pretentiousness coursemates attempted to mix them. Badly, she assumed, because they tasted like crap. She winced on every sip. 

“Someone once told me these were supposed to taste like pussy,” her best friend had said from the common area couch, to which Nancy had snorted, Jesus!, a little gin and vermouth and brine coming out of her nose. 

“And?” That came from a girl in a smart ponytail, who was wearing smart suit slacks and a smart sweater in ultra smart, muted colors. She had taken a seat next to Nancy on the floor by the fire, and Nancy found herself awkwardly adjusting her off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. She should have dressed up for this, right? But these common room salons were always happening, and it felt like it was so hard to gauge the dress code. 

“How does that flavor profile match up?” 

Nancy realized that the low tone this girl was speaking in wasn’t meant for the room. It wasn’t even meant for her best friend, who’d posed the question. It was just meant for her. 

Ah, Nancy mouthed. “Um. I don’t know. I’ve never… tried it.”

Oh, the girl mouthed back, her head cocked toward her shoulder. “Maybe you should think about expanding your palate.” 

Nancy’s stomach had jumped and she had drunk the rest of her shitty martini way too fast. By the time she had figured it was time to head to bed, her head felt like it was floating a couple of inches above her neck, and she was hand-in-hand with the smart girl from the fire. 

Back slumping against the door in a clumsy stumble. Nancy giggled. The girl, who said her name was Sal, which Nancy thought was very glamorous, leaned against the door next to her. 

“I wish I dressed like you,” Nancy said, reaching out to finger the arm of her sweater. Cashmere. Something expensive. People were always wearing expensive things here. They looked so grown-up, so continental, compared to Nancy’s department store skirts and pastel shades. 

“We can swap outfits,” Sal hummed, the words coming from low in her throat as she tilted her head towards Nancy’s, “if your roommate isn’t home.”

Nancy Wheeler, even four crapshoot dirty martinis in, is not obtuse. Seeing double might make it a quadruple entendre, but she still knows one when she hears it. 

“I… have a boyfriend,” she’d whispered, almost into Sal’s mouth. That was, at the time, only half true. She and Steve were still navigating long distance in a post-Jonathan-breakup world. It wasn’t perfect yet, so no promises were made. But history weighed heavy on them.

Sal reached out to pluck at Nancy’s old sweatshirt, the one she’d cut the neck out of to make it drape around her shoulders like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. It was a comfort thing, an old blanket, a teddy bear. “A Hawkins Tiger, no doubt?”

“Used to be.” 

“And what does a Hawkins Tiger know about pussy?” This, Sal had whispered into the shell of her ear, arm tightening around her waist. Her lips met that spot of skin behind Nancy’s ears that she liked to have touched, how did Sal know that. Giggling lowly, Nancy tilted her head to meet Sal’s lips, the kiss so small and so delicate that it hardly felt like launching anything at all. No great pull, no absolute passionate urgency. 

Suddenly, as Sal flushed her chest against Nancy’s and deepened the kiss, she had a vision of splattered watermelon. 

Projectiles are so dangerous. 

“They know… more than you’d think,” Nancy said, and smiled, and slipped away from Sal and into the darkness of her bedroom. 

Better to be safe than sorry. 

The second time Nancy kissed a girl, she didn’t even look like herself. 

She had come stomping into her best friend’s off-campus apartment (this girl being one year her senior) with her makeup kit in hand, like she was cashing in a makeover coupon that was about to expire. “Please, help me out here. I need to– it needs to be different this time.”

Now, that statement could have meant anything; it being New Years Eve, which they were about to celebrate, it being the most recent iteration of her breakup with Steve, it being her entire vision of herself. 

Nancy was fashioned into a vixen of epically out-of-her skin proportions, but she loved it. And maybe it was the bottle of cheap champagne they’d indulged in while getting ready, but she couldn’t quit gazing at her sparkling sapphire eyelids, the dress with chains for straps draping over her lithe little frame, the body waves her perm had been gelled into. She felt so far away from the hardheaded provincial do-gooder she’d admonished herself for being, a tiny bumpkin of a fish in the humongous, rushing, risque pond of college life. She felt alive and mischievous, like a nymph, her blood sparkling in her veins like the bubbles in her coupe.  

She and her best friend set off out to a party, shivering against the sub-zero temperatures and whooping like hyenas all the way there. Arms linked, sharing what little body heat they had, their mood soon flatlined as they settled into the festivities– average college fare, you know, with all of their other friends already paired off for their New Years’ kisses. They were the only two single people there, it seemed– she, recently liberated and her best friend, taking her seasonal sabbatical from mistletoe-themed hookups. It reminds her too much of a boy she knew in high school, though she’d never admit that. 

But Nancy knows. And Nancy loves her, despite the collegiate wild streak that has alienated her a little bit. And Nancy wanted to show her as much. 

Before the countdown even began, Nancy entwined their glitter painted fingers and said, “Hey! Promise me something?”

“Anything, Pants.” 

“Promise me we’ll always be as fun as we are right now,” she said, beaming. “Promise that no matter what happens, we’ll never lose it.” 

Aw! her best friend had mouthed, and took Nancy’s heart-shaped face in her hands. She leaned in, lips pulling Nancy’s in. Like tulip petals, Nancy had thought, but hadn’t exactly known why. They kissed and kissed, as the countdown raged and the ball dropped into sparkling smithereens. And as she felt her best friend’s tongue try and brace against her lips, Nancy pulled away. They stood together, forehead-to-forehead, giggling again. 

When their bubbles finally flattened, they spent the rest of the night and much of the morning talking about what life would be like if they could be together– because as much as Nancy loved her, and as fun as kissing her was, it was no watermelon. “It was a gas,” her best friend said, in that Fitzgeraldian way she had about her. 

They would celebrate the anniversary of what could have been, if they only worked out every year after.

Her first year out of college, Nancy spent her nights praying for a thrill. Six months filled with pulling doubles at a college bar in Indianapolis, hospital rooms, speaking to doctors when her mother couldn’t, fighting against her brother’s sullen silences and explaining to her sister what remission meant. Misery metastasized into monotony. She started staring down watermelons at the market. 

And she knows that’s a terrible thing to say and think, but it’s true. Even with all the support she had from Steve, who never knew exactly what to do when she’d report on her father’s diminishing health with the cadence of a newscaster, or even the help she was getting from Eddie, who took her on as a roommate in his shithole apartment. He got her a job in that divey college bar so she could be closer to her family as they all fell apart, shuttling her back and forth to Hawkins in his van. He was a better sibling to Mike than she ever was, she thought. Mike certainly seemed to like him more. 

The first time Nancy Wheeler realizes she really, really, really wants to kiss a girl, she stinks of fryer grease and spilled beer. And she should have expected it.

Expected to see her, anyway. 

Steve had told her about it weeks ago, but she had smoked half a joint of Eddie’s without telling either of them and zoned out. Very unlike the Nancy Wheeler that Hawkins had once known. 

She should have expected to see her, but here she is. Like a shock to the system, a last alarm. Nervous hands curved around a glass of Pilsner. Baseball cap on backwards. Cheeks ruddy with the chill of the city. 

“Oh! Hey– hi, Robin.”

#powder room talk #Anonymous #n. wheeler by powder #nancy wheeler fic #nancy wheeler x reader #(if you squint 👀👀👀) #ronance fic #nancy wheeler IS a lesbian #blurbs

[kittythelitter]

Thinking about a hypothetical episode of Community with the original 7 where Shirley brings one of her friends from church to Greendale, let's call her Mariah

This friend is a trans woman who is a devout Christian and because she's Christian Shirley listened to her about trans issues and stuff and decided if this nice Christian person wants to be addressed as a woman the Christian thing to do is to treat her like a woman and be respectful of how she wants to be addressed. Whether Shirley personally views Mariah as a woman is ambiguous.

Pierce doesn't clock her or even understand what's going on when the group discusses that she's trans, he just sees a hot new lady and is constantly sexually harassing her and she calls him a chaser which he decides is a new word for like a pick up artist and starts self identifying with it and ends up having his own mostly off screen adventure about it.

Britta immediately outs herself as a terf but gets all her terf talking points slightly wrong. Her whole arc is just her talking herself in circles until she sees Mariah experience transmisogyny and is like. Actually what defines a woman is suffering in society as a result of your gender which means trans women are women. But at the end of the episode she meets Mariah's boyfriend who is also trans and sees someone be transphobic to him and is like. But if you're suffering aren't you also a woman? And that's the very end of the episode so instead of a resolution about it we just leave Britta to whatever she's debating with herself and move on.

Jeff doesn't have an opinion of trans people going in but defends trans people just to disagree with Britta, but as he argues in defense of trans people he manages to get really into what he's saying and ends up doing some public speaking for a trans rights group on campus. (The Dean is there just because Jeffrey is there being all eloquent and manly, half learns terminology and starts referring to himself as "Dean-der Fluid" and "non-dean-ery".) A trans guy talks to Jeff about his hair and his workout routine and Jeff realizes he and the trans guys at the event have a lot in common in terms of how they perform masculinity in order to get others to see them the way they see themselves/want to be seen.

Abed similarly spends time talking with the trans group about performing gender among other things and knowing yourself even when others don't understand you or want to change you. They complain about transphobia in tv and he admits that community has had some transphobic bits and talks with them about better representation and problematic stereotypes and tries to get one of them to stay on as a series regular in order to make community a better more representative show.

Troy and Annie both try to figure out if being attracted to Mariah makes them gay. They both come to the conclusion that Mariah is a woman so Annie is probably some kind of queer and Troy is still not gay for being attracted to her. They both go to the event with Jeff and Abed.

Troy meets a really hot trans guy and is like. Okay i am attracted to men. And then we see flashbacks of him clearly flirting with and/or going on dates with guys since he got to Greendale and just not realizing it. He, rather than having a bi crisis has a "I had a chance with all those hotties and i blew it" crisis before hitting on the trans guy who he thought was flirting with him but who was actually under the impression that troy and abed were a couple and was trying to figure out if they'd be down for a 3-way.

Meanwhile Annie starts doing research with the pamphlets laid out at the events to figure out what kind of queer she is and every time it cuts back to her theres more and more queers around her flirting with her. Including some butch lesbians, some nonbinary people, and some trans guys who are all enamoured with her sweet femme charm. (We get snippets of conversations that have things like compulsory heterosexuality, different flavors of bi, asexuality etc) she turns up at the end with a lesbian pride pin on her backpack and her hair and lip gloss very mussed.

#community #ficlet #shirley bennett #britta perry #jeff winger #abed nadir #troy barnes #annie edison #lesbian annie edison #dean pelton #i just. love lesbian annie #also thining a lot about gender with this group.

[generallysapphic]

we could make a movie together (em haywood x reader +18)

you meet em a little after the jean jacket incident, traveling all the way to the desert to do some filming and she sparks your interests. after telling you about her filming experiences, y’all decide to film something together, but em suggests you should be the star.

you ask you shall receive, here’s the em x reader you guys wanted !!!

you already know my usually warnings :smut, overstim, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, dom! em, switch! reader, smoking, recreational drug use, slight public sex, sex tape making, jokes during sex, high sex, this is a lesbian relationship so they move fast much like all lesbians do. (i can make that joke i am a lesbian)

song inspo: GIRL by the internet ft KAYTRANADA

as always my dear reader dedication: @verachii @blackgcomica @rxcently @superficial-saturnrings @szalipcombo @dejaonline

enjoy! <3

moving to the fucking desert was not a good idea, you’re starting to realize.

you’ve been rewriting your screenplay for about two weeks now and, as your film teacher had said, when you asked her for filming tips, “the desert is the best place to start!”

stupid fucking white lady, there ain’t shit out here.

you were working at a gas station just outside of a studio lot for about four weeks, just making some money so your mama don’t kick you out since you’ve moved back in with her. it doesn’t pay enough and you’re actively not working, pulling out your phone when the door goes off, you automatically yell out, “welcome in,” not even bothering to look up.

once the person is finished shopping, she’s buying a scratch off ticket and some chips, she comes forward and ask, “yo how much for the raspberry mango flavor?” and is already pulling out her wallet before she gets a good look at you and kinda smirks.

you turn around before you meet her eyes and say, “$5.68, you want one?” and she says ‘yeah’ behind you and you grab one and meet her eyes.

oh fuck, she’s fine. you smile, “hey,”

she nods back, “hey.” you start ringing up her stuff, “whatchu doing all the way out here?” you ask, making conversation.

she kinda laughs a bit, “i mean i was bout to ask you the same thing. i stay up here with my brother, but i ain’t never seen you before,”

you smirk and tell her the total before adding, “i’m staying up with my mama for a second. trying to get into filming and i heard the desert is ‘nice and open’,” you say sarcastically and she nods.

she looks you up and down and chuckles, “you into filming?” and you nod as you take her $20 and start collecting her change and she adds, “well i’m actually apart of filmmaking history, my uhh something great grandfather was the first man to ever be filmed. alistar e haywood, look it up,”

you snort at her, “bullshit,” and she laughs, and grabs her stuff, “i’m so for real, i promise, you too cute to lie to,”

you roll your eyes, “i guess you should put me on then, we could make a movie together, ms haywood,” you say snarky. she looks at your name tag, smirking, “em, is fine, y/n,”

you blush at hearing your name, “so we gon get together and shoot something or what? i get off at 5,” you feel bold and she laughs, “yeah, imma be back and get you, we film something at my place, alright? my brother’ll be there but he’s cool,”

you nod, “i’ll see you then,”

em winks and walks off with her stuff and heads out the door, and you look at the clock, “shit,” you whisper.

it’s only noon.

at 5:15, a truck comes back around as you walk out and you hear em, “hey, you need a ride?!” as she spins around to pull up next to you. you chuckle, jacket in hand, and open the passenger door and get in,

“hey,” you say and put on your seatbelt and she greets you back, “ey imma let you know now we gotta long ride so go head and take your shoes off and get comfortable, girl,” and you do so. the sun hasn’t set yet and the windows are slightly down, her music is playing and you sigh as you take your shoes off and make conversation.

“so what’ve you made so far, miss film royalty?” and she chuckles, “a bunch of shit, actually. in fact i’m just coming off a gig right now,”

you side eye her, “yeah, buying a scratch off usually means you just got off a gig that paid you very well,” you say sarcastically and em laughs, “woah, i never said i got paid, what if i was just there having fun?”

“then it ain’t no gig, you was just fucking around,” you laugh back and she puts her hands up in surrender, “and that i was,” now you’re really wondering what she actually shot, if anything at all.

you turn a couple of corners and pass jupiter’s claim, the police tape still up and the cars of all the guests that had just disappeared still there. you speak again, “hey, did you hear about those people who disappeared from here? yknow what actually happened?”

she smirks, “yeah, well i live here. that was actually my last gig,” you look back at her, “then what happened?”

em smiles, “okay, so first, i gotta tell you about jean jacket.” the whole car ride she tells you everything: she starts with her dad dying and how her brother took over their ranch, she tells about jupe’s claim and how he bought most of their horses and ‘fed’ them to this jean jacket character, who seems to be a predatory animal-flying saucer type thing? you’re trying to follow along the best you can. she talks about her triumphant ride to jupes claim and feeding jean jacket the ballon jupe and making it explode, and then getting, what she called, the “Oprah shot”.

you’re at the ranch once she’s finished with the whole story and she looks at you, expectedly. you’re looking back at her before you start laughing, “ohhh, holy shit, okay, okay i get it. this is your pitch right? like this is your movie and the ‘gig’ was the incident so you made up a whole story? okay shit that was one hell of a pitch, but i get it, it’s a solid pitch—”

she cuts you off, “woah, hold on, i’m not joking, i promise. and it ain’t no pitch, either. look, you come to room i got all the proof you need up there.” she says getting out the truck and walking towards the door.

you huff, following, “i mean that sounded like you just want me in your room,” and she looks back at you, smoking a bit, “i mean of course i want that, but you think i’m lying so i’m trying to show you i’m being for real,”

you sigh, rolling your eyes and deciding to go along with it, “yeah, yeah,”

once you’re both inside, you see her brother walking from the kitchen, he doesn’t greet you, he just sighs and says, “em, cmon,”

and you see her come to your cover, “hey she’s a film student we’re here to talk about some camera stuff, nothing else. y/n, this is oj.” your eyes widen a bit and you can tell it’s obvious in your face because then oj says, “otis junior. like my dad,” and you relax a bit and mutter a “nice to meet you,” mostly to avoid feeling any more awkward than you already do.

he mumbles out, “imma go do some work, keep the music down,” and em grumbles behind him, “yeah, yeah go on,” and he’s out the door, leaving you two alone.

“sorry about him he don’t like meeting people that much, especially after what happened, yknow.”

you smirk at her, “so what im hearing is that you bring a lot girls back with you after your ‘gigs’, huh?” em fakes hurt and huffs out, “oh fuck you,” and makes you follow her to her bedroom. you mutter back, “im sure you want to,” and she laughs.

em’s room is what you’d think it was by looking at her— a bit messy with posters everywhere, some of family, most of records and artists, and a lot of it is postings about the jupes claim incident. but there’s one picture that grabs your attention, it’s right above her dresser, it looks like one of those old rodeo pictures, with the chunky framing and the big boarders. but that doesn’t capture your attention, what does is the contents of the of the photo, you really can’t make it out since it’s an above angle but it looks like a big folded sheet flying towards a ballon.

“that’s jean jacket,” she says as she catches you staring. you look back at her, “it looks like a sheet and a ballon fighting,”

emerald laughs and puts her hands up in defense, “hey you don’t have to believe me, let me see this script you working on,” she takes a drag of her juul as you both sit down and you pull out your computer from your bag and open your script. you’ve shown it to plenty of people so you’re not embarrassed of your work but there’s something about em that makes this feel a little bit more intimate than the other times you’ve done it.

she’s reading hard, completely quiet and smoking lightly and your eyes can’t move away from her. she notices you staring and glances at you and you hurriedly look away before you hear a quiet chuckle. you look around the room some more, seeing more pictures of her family and some horses. time passes and she ends her reading and sighs. you jump, “well?”

she exhales, looking up, “well… it’s good, but you clearly wrote yourself as the main character, it’s like obvious as fuck,” she says getting up and you scoff at her, still sitting, “no i didn’t—”

she cuts you off, “young girl leaves school to find her passion in the ‘woods’ and gets caught in some psycho shit without telling her friends because they’re all the way back home? that’s just you, baby, it’s alright,”

the word baby throws you off and you blink before defending yourself, “it’s not a self insert, i stand by that, and even if it were, would that be a crime? like, yes i take my source material from what i know best— me. is that so crazy?” you huff in annoyance and look away. em stands in front of you and moves your head in her hands to look at her.

“you are really worked up right now,” she laughs out and you roll your eyes and turn away, she grabs you again, “wanna smoke?” shaking the juul she bought from you this morning in her other hand.

you sigh and stand grabbing it from her and inhaling. you blow the smoke in her face and she laughs, “yeah, i knew you would,”

you’re definitely high once the sun sets. you’ve been smoking with em for about two hours now, watching movies and eating a bunch of junk food as she tells you about all the film work she’s done.

she pulls out all her pops’ work and shows you which ones her brother worked on and which ones she had a hand in. you’re interested— you are, totally, but you feel that light arousal that pulses through your body as you and em talk more and she gets more closer to you. she starts whispering to you after a certain hour, probably because of what oj said, and you whisper back and giggle.

at one point you’re both in her bed laying side by side and she sits up, “we should make a movie together,” and you laugh, taking another puff, “yeah what about?”

she shrugs, “ion know screen writer, make up something right now, go,” she says and you sit up to face her as she takes the juul from your hands and smokes herself.

you think for a bit, “umm, someone finds out they’re in an alternate dimension and they have to kill a scary deer to get out,”

em laughs hard, “what the fuck? why a deer?”

you laugh back, “deers are scary, man, why do they look like that? that one episode of adventure time fucked me up for life. yknow that deer with the hands? creepy as fuck.” you say and smoke after her, watching her eyes.

she smiles at you, “nah, another idea, go,”

“maybe you’re trapped in the desert and every time you think someone is watching you, you get relocated and changed memories,” em smokes, and nods, “okay then how do they get out?”

you shrug, “you said pitch not full movie,” and she laughs again and passes you the juul and you inhale. she’s staring at you, you note and it makes that slight pulse in your body go from slight to extreme. you murmur shifting, “why you staring at me, em?” trying to maintain innocence.

she’s so bold so she says, “cuz you’re cute. and i wanna kiss you,” you look at her lips and lick yours, “and i think you wanna kiss me too, yeah?”

you nod, leaning a bit closer, and she leans too, “you can kiss me if you want, gorgeous,” and you sigh and lean forward, smashing your faces into one another as you grab her neck.

fuck, her lips are so soft and you feel her moan against you and pull you closer. her chapstick tastes like mango and you moan against her right back and wrap your arms entirely around her neck.

she moves you a little, and now you’re on your back, she on top of you, kissing and licking all over your mouth and rubbing up and down your sides. fuck, you feel your underwear get soaked so quickly, trying to close your legs to hide it and em stops you and pulls away, “uh uh, lemme see,” she whispers into your ear and you gasp and nod and let your legs fall open.

she kisses down your clothed chest and sighs before beginning to open your jeans. you sigh, watching her slowly move before she stops entirely, almost like an idea comes to her head,

“hey, did you still wanna make a movie with me?” em says all the way breathless and you gasp, catching the innuendo. you smile, “yeah, yeah, i do,”

she laughs a bit and kisses a small, “hold on,” in your leg and gets up to dig around for her camera. once found, she places it on the dresses opposite to her bed and clicks record and makes sure you’re both in frame, smiling.

you begin to take your shirt off, feeling the arousal you felt all the way in the your finger tips as em climbs back onto the bed and kisses you breathless once more. she pushes you back in the bed again, hovering over you and groping your breasts with her cold hands.

she kisses down your neck and turn your head, sighing, making eye contact with the flashing red light of the camera. you smile and moan again as she takes your bra off single handedly and begins to suck on your nipples. you arch up, moaning, fuck, being high had made you sensitive.

she laughs a bit, nipple still between her teeth, and licks down to your still opened jeans. you sigh out, “fuck, em, hurry,” and she mumbles “yeah,” against you as your jeans come off and all that’s left is your pretty pink underwear, damp and sticky.

“so cute,” she whispers in your thighs and kisses you there as you flinch and sigh, “please, please, baby, i need you, don’t tease,”

she looks up at you and swears, suddenly moving your underwear to the side and putting her whole mouth on your pussy. you arch up and moan loudly, a small yell of her name comes out of your mouth as your hands find hers against your thighs.

fuck, em is a messy eater, so focused on consuming you that you hear all the sloppy and wet noises coming from your pussy. you moan at it, the thought of how eager you are exciting you beyond compare and all your senses completely over spiked. god being high during sex is actually crazy, you think slightly as you moan again, and whisper, “haaa, em, em, i’m close, i’m gonna cum, baby,”

she nods against you, letting you know she heard you and grabs your hands again and squeezes them twice, a small ‘go ahead’ is all you need. you moan aloud, back arching and you squeeze your eyes close as silent moans fall from your mouth, gasps and breathless whimpers escape you. she holds you down through it and even when you’re done, she sucks gently against your clit and you moan in overstimulation, “em, em, em, hahh, stop baby, i can’t—” you say breathless and she pulls away, chin dripping.

she takes your underwear off full and sits you up to kiss her, tasting yourself on her tongue. you moan in her mouth and kiss her deeply as you begin to take her underwear off as well, her hoodie and bra already gone. you kiss down her toned stomach until you get to her pussy, so pretty and dripping and you look back up at her,

her eyes are hooded, “whatever you wanna do,” she whispers back and you grin, standing up on your knees and pulling her in for another kiss before rubbing your hand over her lips and separating them and feeling her slick, fuck, she’s really wet. you hear her moan into the kiss as your fingers enter her, her pussy already accepting two and she breaks the kiss to let out a choked moan, “fuck,” is all she can whisper, still trying to keep her voice down.

she holds onto your shoulders as you finger her, biting back her moans as she clenches around you. you take another look into the camera and whisper, “i bet you’ll look so good on tape, em,” and she bucks against you, sighing a “yeah, fuck,” out for only you to hear.

she’s already about to cum, just as fast as you did, and you encourage her, “go ahead,” and she twitches against you and stumbles a moan down her throat, still trying to be quiet. you moan at the feeling her clench around you and it takes a minute before she’s done and you pull your fingers out and sigh, bringing them to your lips and sucking. she looks at you breathless and pulls you in for another kiss, and you both can taste the other on your lips.

fuck, this is really hot.

em pulls away first, and sighs, “you wanna keep going or you good?” and you smile as you rub your hands down her back, “what else did you have in mind?”

“i got my strap in my dresser if you were okay with that,” she says so causally and you laugh a bit, both still high and shocked at her boldness, “you want me to fuck you or the other way around?” you say and lay back down and she hovers above you smiling, grabbing the juul you both had discarded on the pillows and smoking, puffing the air in your face, “nah, i can fuck you, you fuck me tomorrow,”

you raise an eyebrow, “who said im finna be here tomorrow?” you joke and reach for the juul and inhale, “i know you gon spend the night so what’s the point in lying about it? you can stay over by the way, i wouldn’t want to end our movie so soon,” she says and points to the camera and you laugh,

“okay, well fuck me then. i am the star after all right?” you ask and she leans down and smirks, “yeah, yeah you are,” and captures your mouth once again. you kiss for a while before she pulls away and reaches for the nightstand and pulls out her lube and strap, you glance at it, “pink, of course,” you joke and she smirks back at you, “don’t tell me you like the flesh ones,”

you laugh as she grabs her boxers and puts them on, “i mean i’m not opposed,” you clarify and she mocks disgust, laughing slightly, and nodding as she puts the strap on and grabs the lube, but you stop her, “can i?” you whisper and she looks at you before licking her lips and nodding, leaning back slightly and you climb on top of her, squirting some lube on your hand and stroking her slightly.

em curses, watching, her pupils blown wide, fuck, you’re both still high as hell, you totally forgot. the nicotine is setting deep in your veins that it feels like a light pulse, a soft guiding voice, even, and you lean forward and capture her mouth again, before completely settling on her pelvis, pushing back so your entirely on top.

she reaches around you and starts groping your butt and you moan lowly in her mouth once two fingers into your pussy, scissoring slightly to open you up. youre still stroking her as she fingers you and you can’t help but moan at the thought of what you are doing might look like on the tape you’re making. you release her mouth, “ready?” you ask breathless and she moans back a “yeah,” and takes her fingers out.

you adjust yourself completely and hover slightly above her strap and she watches you carefully as you lower yourself and you both let out moans of excitement as you feel her enter you and sit complacent on her lap. you moan again, the feeling of em inside you paired with the subtly of being high in your body has you completely overwhelmed. you feel em rubbing your thigh and she sits up slightly, “hey,” she whispers to you and you open the eyes you didn’t know you had closed,

“you good?” she says, completely sincerely, and you sigh and wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close, “yeah, yeah, i’m good. you feel good,” you whisper back, and she nods along, rubbing your back and butt, waiting for you to adjust. she kisses against your neck, muttering, “yeah? you want me to move?” and you nod, your legs suddenly and completely giving out and she nods too, thrusting up slightly and you moan aloud, the movement making your back arch into her.

em comes back to look at you for confirmation that you’re okay and you nod, “yeah keep going,” and she starts, completely thrusting into you and holding you steady on top of her and you moan again, “fuck, oh fuck me, baby,” and she sighs, kissing and biting at your neck.

you feel her moving you, and inside you, and you’re suddenly on your back and she’s holding your legs up as she thrusts with long, fluid thrusts that cause you to toss your head back into her sheets and moan aloud again, “auhhhhgg fuck, fuck em right there,” you say incoherent, her dick and her nicotine literally making you speechless. she plays with your clit in her left hand and grabs your legs and spreads them wider, “feel good?” she says breathless, and all you can do is nod, so high in two different ways, your skin feels like it’s melting, your mind completely lost in the feeling.

the heat you felt suddenly pooled all over your body, fuck, how long had em been fucking you? you felt like you were completely delirious, and all you could do was moan out slurs of pleasure and em’s name. em seemed to be lost in you as well, her thrusts getting sloppy and her speech slurring like yours, fuck, you felt like you were going to cum.

you tried to warn her, “hahhhh, em, cum — cumming, i feel it, i feel it,” and she may have heard you but em was completely invested in your legs, rubbing them up and down and holding you thighs open so she could look right at your pussy as she fucked you. you toss your head back and groan, frustrated you literally couldn’t talk but that feeling soon came to pass as your orgasm slowly climbed up your entire body and you feel your pussy begin to ache.

your moans change in tone, gathering at the back of your throat and getting higher and em wakes up, “oh, fuck, you’re gonna cum? is that what you were saying?” and you nod and feel her lean down, keeping her pace and she whispers, “look at me baby,” you look at her in her eyes and whine, not being able to hold contact, and she sighs, kissing your neck and your body twitches and you wrap your arms around her and moan, completely letting go as you hear her encouragement in your ears— “cum for me baby, go ahead lemme feel you, i gotchu baby, let go,”— making your head ring a high pitched noise.

you let out an elongated, “fuckkkkkk,” and let yourself go entirely, legs twitching and you feel your pussy clench around em’s strap and she moans too, slowing her thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm and you let it too, your orgasm feels long, like hours pass, and you’re sure it isn’t but being high as completely overwhelmed your senses and you feel your body unravel on itself.

you let out high pitched moans of over stimulation once you’ve finished and em pulls out quickly, kissing your face and mouth, shushing you and rubbing your pussy lightly with her hands. your buck again, “ahhmm, fuck! fuck, fuck, em,” and she coaxes you through it. she lays next to you and pants as you calm down, and she laughs a bit as she checks the time on her phone,

“bruh we’ve been fucking for three hours,” she says, sounding high as shit, and you laugh too breathless, opening your eyes slowly and blinking up at her, “then we’ve been filming for three hours, too, yeah?” you say still panting and she looks over at the camera and chuckles, “yeah i guess we have. you good?” she asks again and you sit up, still twitching, “yeah i’m good. your turn?” you joke and em’s eyes widen,

she practically barks out, “girl go to bed, i told you tomorrow!” and em gets up as you lay back down and laugh. she takes off her boxers and walks over to the camera and shuts it off. you see her wobble slightly as she gets up but you don’t mention it, you just slightly chuckle to yourself.

she comes back to bed with a long shirt and head wrap in her hands already having her shirt and wrap on. you smile and mutter a “thank you” and em lays next to you, sighing.

you lay back, the sounds of crickets and horses outside drifting you to sleep, before you say, “did you really think my script was just a self insert?” you turn to look at her and her eyes are closed so you try to drop it before you hear, “no, no i didn’t. its… it’s good. i’m kinda jealous. i wish i could write as well as you,”

you turn on your side and she does too, looking into your eyes as deeply as you are hers, “you want me to read your stuff?” you whisper sincerely, and she nods, “just— just don’t make fun, alright? i’m more camera work, so if it’s not as good, don’t say nothing,” you smile, she’s so defensive, it’s cute.

“okay.” you whisper back and feel sleep override you, as your eyes drift close. em leans over and kisses your temple, sweet, and whispers back, “i want you to stay with me,” and you hear it, as quietly as she tries to hide it, it still reaches your ears.

you smile harder, slightly asleep and say, “i will,” like it’s a promise, because you know it is.

“yeah it’s good, better than yo shit that’s for sure,” you hear in the morning as you wake up,

“nigga, shut up, that wasn’t the point damn, i was just telling you her stuff is good,” you hear em’s voice retort back and you hear a deep laugh and then some more shushed whispers and you sit up slightly, checking the time, 9:58 am, damn you’re happy as fuck you don’t have to work today.

you get out of bed and the floors creak and the whispers suddenly stop and you hear footsteps come to em’s door, “hey you up?” and you yawn back a “yeah,”

she opens the door and greets you again, standing at the door in some shorts and big crop top and some boots, “me and oj, we’re gonna go get some breakfast, you wanna come?” you smile, and get up and walk up to her,

“yeah, as long as we can make the next part of our movie tonight,” and you rush out the door before she can say anything but you hear her laugh from behind you.

whewwww em come home!! anways i hope you guys enjoyed i send in more requests!! i love reading them and you can always dm me if don’t wanna send it anonymously whatever you want just let me know!

bye y’all happy holidays!!

#emerald haywood x reader #em x reader #emerald haywood nope #deijah wrote #my story

[stranger-stardustt]

hallo hallo! I am here to give you a writing request, because the only thing I love more than getting asks is sending them! I can’t remember if this was on the list of things you write for, but maybe some Stobin? Like them just being best friends and acting like an old married couple?

I know this isn’t really like…a lot to go off of, haha, sorry :)

i love stobin!!!! this is a lil short but i hope you enjoy the stobin scoops ahoy shenanigans with a little added Eddie because somehow he snuck in there for plot. i promise its mostly Stobin /p though!!! tysm for the ask <3

Steve’s least favorite thing about working at Scoops Ahoy was theme days. Every Saturday, arguably the busiest day of the week, there was a new sea-related theme, accompanied by a mascot and a specialty flavor or two.

That Saturday was pirate day, and Steve and Robin were in the backroom getting ready to open when they heard someone come through the employee entrance. Footsteps were joined by whistling as someone approached.

“Who do you think is our pirate?” Robin whispered, moving toward Steve. “I hope it’s a girl.”

Steve laughed. “You just want a girl so you can stare at her all shift,” he whispered back, and Robin shoved him gently.

“Not true!” Her voice was a little louder now. “I want a girl so I don’t have to deal with a bunch of gross, sweaty boys like you for hours.”

“I am not gross or sweaty!” Steve exclaimed, grabbing her by the waist. “Take it back!”

Robin giggled, squirming in his grasp. His arms were wrapped around his hips, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “Put me down, you heathen,” she hissed playfully, kicking her feet. “Come on, Steve, this isn’t fair!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” sang Steve, spinning her around. “You must now suffer the consequences of insulting the one and only Steve Harrington.”

Twisting around, Robin broke free from Steve’s embrace. She launched forward, crowding him against the counter and running her hands through his gelled-up hair. “Got you!” 

A cough pulled the two of them from their bickering. They turned, freezing as their eyes landed on a new yet oddly familiar face. “Uh, sorry for interrupting,” a man said, pushing his brown curls out of his face. “I’m Eddie? I’m the stupid mascot or whatever for today.” He glanced between the two of them, like he was sizing them up. “Do you want me to leave you two alone or something?”

Robin made a retching noise, bouncing away from Steve and toward Eddie. “Please, don’t leave me alone with him,” she cried dramatically, holding out a hand. “I’m Robin, that’s Steve. We’re nothing more than platonic. I gag just thinking about it, jeez.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Steve sighed, fixing his hair and walking toward Eddie. “I’ve seen you around at Hawkins High. You deal, don’t you?”

Smiling, Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” He looked at Steve with something in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite make out. “But Wayne said I needed a real gig, so I’m doing stuff like this until I find something permanent. Let me tell you, I do a hell of a pirate voice.”

“I’m sure you do,” Robin giggled. “Your outfit is in the leftmost locker, you can change in the bathroom.” 

Eddie gave a little thanks and a nod, heading out toward the bathroom to get ready. When he left, Robin elbowed Steve. 

“Ouch! What?”

“He was cute,” Robin said. 

Steve looked at her. “You’re a lesbian.”

“I didn’t mean for me,” she replied with an innocent whistle. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m looking at you like I usually look at you!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. 

Robin grinned, teeth on display. “Exactly.” She raised a finger, pressing it gently to his nose before turning and skipping to the front. “Your face, it pains me.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Groaning, Steve leaned against the counter. “I really do,” he said, no hostility in his words at all.

#stardust-calls #answered #steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #platonic with a capital p #eddie munson #stobin ficlet

[sumeru-academy]

Cherry chapstick.

synopsis: you share your lip gloss with them in a creative way.

character(s): sara, yae, lisa. (seperate)

warning(s): kissing. lots of kissing. vague mentions of making out.

note(s): female reader, modern au.

P.S: Did you know frogs can pop their eyeballs inward and into their mouths? Apparently it helps them chew. Fascinating. 

⎯⎯mod angel 🎐

KUJOU SARA

“Are you ready to go yet?” Sara’s impatient tone almost made you jerk your hand away again. The lip gloss close to smearing off your lips, and threatening to make you look like someone who had bad motor skills whilst applying makeup in the back of a bumpy van. 

“Sara...! You almost made me smudge,” you cautiously dabbed at the small corner of your lips, your girlfriend only rolling her eyes at this action and lightly prodding at your cheek. “We’re getting late, Y/N. Miko will talk my ear off if we show up late to her party again. You know how she is.”

“I know, I know. I just wanna look hot!” Sara scrunched her nose at this statement. “You’re already hot. Now come on—”

Lightly grabbing your wrist, you had just finished applying the final touches before turning to face your lover fully. Your goth girlfriend freezing in place as she stared at the thin layer of glimmer that accentuated your lips. Wow, you were right. You did look hot.

“Eyes up here babe,” you teased as you watched Sara clear her throat awkwardly. 

“I...I wasn’t—”

“Yeah yeah I know. Like it at least?”

“More than like. You look gorgeous.”

Now it was your turn to get all gushy mushy as you swatted your hands in giddiness. “Pff, I’m glad. Because I’m gonna apply it to you next!”

“Excuse me—”

“Lesbian straddle party!”

You tackled your girlfriend to the bed and made her lie down without messing up her outfit. Sara looking like she both expected and unexpected this considering how long you two had been dating. 

“Get off me.”

“Shut up you’ll look cute.”

Leaning down towards her face, you conjured up the biggest, most teary puppy-dog eyes you could muster and even stuck your lip out in your signature toddler-like pout. “Pleaseeee Sara? Let your cutesy wutesy gf apply lip gloss to you?”

With a perfectly timed lip quiver, you watched as your girlfriend’s tough façade crumbled like Wall Maria. Her narrowed eyes proving no match for your ‘cutesy wutesy’ stare that could make any man succumb to their grave in a fit of tears and squeals. 

“...Fine.” Sara pressed a finger to your lips before you could shout, “But promise me you’ll make it quick. Okay? I have to go start the car.”

“Deal!”

You uncapped the tube of lip gloss and watched as Sara shifted bashfully under your body. She wasn’t used to this compromising position, even though it was totally harmless and innocent. 

Lol. 

“Is it flavored?” Sara asked nonchalantly, trying to not-so-subtly stare at the shimmery coating of your lips. 

“You’ll find out in a second,” you grinned. 

Sara watched as you applied another layer of lip gloss to yourself, and quirked a brow up in confusion. You already had a full fresh coat of lip gloss applied, so why would you—

And then you leaned down and pressed your lips against hers. The stickiness of the lip gloss transferring to her skin as you innocently moved your lips away with a faux doe-like smile. 

Cherry. 

Sara felt her cheeks warm up at the taste. 

It tastes like cherry.

“Like it?” you breathed out a giggle at her reaction. 

“Yes...” Sara then brought your hand up to her face and lightly kissed your palm. 

“Though, I think a second coat is needed. You know, to make it more visible.”

YAE MIKO

“Seems like Sara and her girlfriend are going to be late again...” Miko stared judgingly at the text on her phone, stating that the couple might be held up in “traffic” and won’t be able to make it for another half hour. The various little typos and quick lowercase spelling being an obvious sign that the two of them weren’t going to be late due to traffic. Oh Sara, Miko knew better. Miko always knew better. 

“Typical of them,” you smiled in the mirror as you continued to apply your mascara. Miko only smiling in the reflection of the mirror and walking up to wrap her arms around you affectionately. 

“Mm...but at least my pretty girl won’t keep me waiting, right?” Miko’s coy smile flashed beside you in the mirror. Her hushed whispers tickling the outer shell of your ear as you jabbed your mascara tube against her nose to keep her from kissing you.

“Away from the makeup, Miko. Away, away.”

You shooed her away with another jab to the nose. Miko’s face scrunching up adorably before swatting your hand away in annoyance. 

“Ugh. Am I not allowed to smooch my darling anymore?” Miko’s face mimicked that of a disappointed child. 

“Not when you’re getting lipstick stains all over my face.”

“Oh come on. You love it.”

“Lies. Lies I say,” you turned back to face the mirror and ignored the suggestive faces Miko was making in the reflection of the mirror. Little puckering noises coming from her lips and further agitating you as you pulled out a tube of lip gloss. “Miko, if you keep making out with the air, I’m going to think you’re cheating on me.”

“Awe, but I’d never cheat on a steal like you,” Miko grinned flirtatiously. 

“I know, I know, I’m too hot to lose,” you chuckled, starting to swipe lip gloss over your lips and catching the attention of the curious kitsune. “Is that a new lip gloss?” she asked with piqued interest, your smirk in the mirror saying yes. 

“Mhm. Got it from Nephora just the other day. Wanna try it?”

Miko stared at the shimmery lip gloss over your lips and nodded. Seemingly entranced with how extra enticing you looked in this new shade of color. “Looks cute. I’ll go wipe off my own.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that Miko,” you chuckled menacingly. 

“Ah...I beg your pardon--”

With two quick strides against the hardwood of your house, you grabbed your girlfriend by the collar of her dress and kissed her. Hard. The sweet and slightly sour burn of lip gloss being all the kitsune could taste from your lips as her ears rocketed to the sky in both shock and adoration. 

‘Oh...Oh wow...’

It was really funny. And cute. Her ears standing as straight as her posture as she quickly kissed back. Trying to get back at you before you inevitably pulled away. 

“Hah! Your face...!” you giggled, wiping away a bit of smeared lip gloss from her cheek. Miko fortunately bouncing back from your little stunt and getting right back into her teasing game.

“Hm, you’re right, you got it all over me.” She smirked, watching you raise a brow in confusion. 

“I think I should do it this time. A bit more precisely and neater.”

LISA MINCI

“Something smells good, and it’s not just the food...”

Lisa’s airy chuckle met with your reply as she stirred tonight’s dinner around in a pan. “Hm, thanks cutie, it’s a new perfume brand I got just the other day. It’s supposed to smell like wildflowers and honey, but let’s be honest, you’re the only honey I really need.”

“How very cottagecore lesbian of you,” you chuckled, your wife only smiling in reply as she took a quick glance at you from behind. The faint sparkle of sweet lip gloss not going unnoticed by the librarian’s trained eye. “Touched yourself up for tonight?” Lisa’s teasing demeanor returned, switching off the stove and carrying tonight’s pasta dinner to a bowl.  

“It’s only fair that I pair my new lip gloss with your new perfume. You’re not the only one who can dress to impress,” you walked over to the cabinets and began grabbing plates to set up for tonight’s special dinner date. The fancy ones, as tonight was wine night and both you and Lisa loved wine night. 

“Mm, you don’t need to impress me sweetheart, you could’ve shown up in sweats and a T-shirt and I still would’ve found you sexy.”

“Drinking wine in sweatpants does not seem very sexy to me,” you scoffed, playfully shouldering her as you started setting up the silverware. 

“Mm...it could work with you...” Lisa smiled, going over to toss up the salad, “Hey, do you think I could borrow that lip gloss you used? Looks super cute, plus we’d match!” 

“Oh sure! Hold on...” setting down the last fork, you made your way over to your makeup bag and got the tube in hand. Staring at the shimmery cylinder with awe before an idea struck you like a discus to Hyacinthus. 

‘Hah, she won’t know what hit her.’

Just like Hyacinthus--

Clutching the tube with newfound mischief, you applied another layer to your lips and made a popping sound to even it out. Walking towards your busied wife who was adding some ranch, and tapping her shoulder with a smirk on your lips.

“I got it.”

“Oh, thanks cutie,” not even looking in your direction, Lisa stuck out her hand with the intentions of just receiving the lip gloss tube. Of course, these weren’t your intentions as you grabbed her hand and pulled her towards you. Your now stunned wife gasping in shock when you planted a sweet yet not long enough kiss to smear the lip gloss just how she wanted. 

“Oh!”

Pulling away before she could lean in for more, you deviously licked away the lip gloss from the corner of your lip and chuckled. “A little payback for always messing with me. Like the shade?”

Lisa suddenly grabbed your arms and leaned back in to kiss you, savoring the sticky texture of gloss as you panicked and instantly lost your cool. 

“Uh? Hello? Dinner?”

“Dinner can wait.”

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Sexuality/Gender Headcannons for Pokemon Shield Characters:

*This kind of devolves into some ships I like towards the Leon/Raihan section, so let me know if you'd like to see some specific content for them.

*I'd love to hear your theories/headcannons in reblogs or the comments!

Gym Leaders

Milo

Has only ever dated women, but would be open to dating men

Homoflexible or Pansexual mayhaps?

Once someone explained what Demisexual means he realized that it clicked with him

He/Him pronouns

Does his best to remember people's pronouns

Occasionally wears a He/Him pronoun pin that Kabu got him

(probably wrote a list somewhere so he wouldn't forget)

Profusely apologizes if he gets them wrong (not in a fake ally kind of way)

Nessa

She gives me mean bisexual vibes and I won't be elaborating as to why

(It's probably because she could step on me and I'd thank her BUT I DIGRESS ANYWAY)

She/Her?

Doesn't mind They/Them but she doesn't hear them much so she doesn't think about it

Bisexual w/a preference for women

Will scream at someone who misgenders her friends/partner

Kabu

Straight

He/Him

ONE OF THE FIERCEST ALLIES YOU WILL EVER MEET

Would start an organization among the gym leaders to encourage conversations about gender/sexuality in a safe space

Encourages his gym trainers to wear pronoun pins, and wears a He/Him pronoun pin everywhere

He's the guy at pride wearing a "Free Dad Hugs" tshirt

(He cried when he got the shirt as a gift from one of the other gym trainers he works with)

Will put time and effort into researching the different genders/sexualities that exist now to make sure he's up to date

(Like Milo) also has a list of people's pronouns so he wouldn't forget

Allister

*I won't be going too far into this since he's a child but I still wanted to include him

They/He

Some flavor of nonbinary, I think.

Asexual/Aromantic?

Bede

He/They

You're going to look me in the eye and tell me that man is straight? Absolutely not.

Some sorta gay.

*My friend had a headcannon that he's asexual/Aromantic, and he convinced himself that he's so superior to everyone else and thats why he's not attracted to people.

Melony

Used to be casually homophobic, but is working on being a better ally once she learned more about the LGBTQ+ community

She/Her

At some point realizes that she's always liked women, and just has never explored the concept

Kinda has a "What do you mean not everyone daydreamed about kissing girls as a kid?" Moment.

Eventually comes out as bisexual

Piers

He/They, wants to look more into neopronouns to see if they fit

Demisexual and Panromantic

Doesn't really put a label on his romantic attraction, but uses Panromantic if someone asks

A very easy person to come out to, and is extremely supportive

Performs at Pride every year, without fail

(Probably hosts a smaller pride event for Spikemuth w/Marnie every year too)

Has a pronoun pin on his jacket

Pretty good at remembering pronouns, and will correct someone if needed

Will beat the piss out of someone who's being a homophobe/transphobe without a second thought (and has done so multiple times)

Marnie

She/They

Lesbian & Demisexual

Piers got her a pronoun pin & a lesbian pride pin that she wears on her jacket

(Will also beat the shit out of a homophobe/transphobe if they're bothering her or her partner)

Raihan

He/Him

He gives me bi man whore vibes

Like, give him a drop of alcohol and he'll flirt with anything with a pulse good God

He definately has gotten hit on by so many people that he thought, "Hmm, this increases my odds of getting laid. Why not?" Ya know?

Definately has flirted w/Leon and claims he was joking at the time.

Spoiler alert: He wasn't joking

He goes all out for pride in terms of his outfit, and will post about it on social media

Avery

He/They for the most part

Definately nonbinary to some degree, maybe genderfluid?

Panromantic Asexual...?

His time at the dojo gave him time away from his family to learn more about himself and who he wants to be; Not who his family wants him to be.

Mans is literally decked out in rainbows on a daily basis; C'mon now.

A concept I thought of:

Some Rando: Whats your gender?

Avery: I don't have one.

Rando: Gender is whats in your pants.

Avery: MY GENDER IS ELEGANCE BITCH-

Other Main Characters

Hop

He/Him pronouns

(I've seen some people headcannon him as a Trans man, which isn't something I've thought about but I could see it tbh)

(Similar to Milo) Has only ever dated women, but is open to the idea of dating men if the opportunity presented itself.

I think he just loves people as they are, so gender wouldn't matter too much to him

Panromantic demisexual

Helps Kabu run a pride organization, and keeps him updated on what's going on in the LGBT+ community

Leon

He/Him pronouns

Thinks he's straight for a long time

Mostly because of his job as champion, he never really had the time to do a deep dive into his sexuality. He also didn't want to think otherwise out of fear that it would ruin his reputation.

He gets a lil too tipsy one night w/Raihan and starts seeing him in a different light for the first time.

(Well, the first time that he's willing to admit to.)

Like, damn. Has his eyes always been that bright? Or has his smile always made Leon's heart beat out of his chest? What the hell is going on?

Turns out he'd been thinking out loud, and Raihan explained to him that he might be bisexual or pansexual. (While also jokingly saying something like, "How could you not be attracted to me.")

This took a huge weight off Leon's chest and helped him be more comfortable exploring his sexuality

Later figures out that he identifies as bi

Hop is the first person he comes out to officially (and they both cry.... a lot.)

Sonia

She/Her

Bi

(She figured out she was bi when she was a younger teenager)

(That may or may not have been when she realized that she was VERYYY gay for Nessa)

#swsh #pokemon piers #lgbtq #gym leader raihan #piers pokemon #marnie pokemon #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon bede #pokemon hop #professor sonia #sonia pokemon #nessa pokemon #kabu pokemon #milo pokemon #wlw #allister pokemon #raihan pokemon #leon pokemon #champion leon

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PINNED POST. READ IT. BITCH. [In process of updating!!!!]

[Minors. Ageless blogs, blank blogs, and anyone discovered to be doing predator shit will be blocked (and reported, in a few of those cases]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna do that early tumblr thing where I type in all caps and call you a motherfucker every other sentence.

Hello, all! I'm Avie, a 31 year old nonbinary, switch, polyamorous, futchy dyke with raging AuDHD and Problematic Kinks ™️. This is a hard kink blog. Some of the contents *will* make you uncomfortable. And that's okay! If it's too much you can block me, I'm not worried about it. That being said, what you're not going to do is send me asks telling me that I'm a danger to "real lesbians' and you hope I get raped for real. Yeah, it's happened, and if you're someone who thinks that's okay to do, you need to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you. Kink is kink. Kinks between enthusiastically consenting adults are fine. If you can't handle that, don't call yourself kink positive, and don't enter kinky spaces because you're clearly not mature enough to be there.

Now that I've said that, let's jump into some of the kinks you'll find on this blog. Some of these I'd like to explore in a kink setting some day, others are strictly fantasy. Which is my business, don't assume:

Orientation play - Could be anything from being gay and trans to being ace, though I'm not into the "being fixed" flavor. Not into misgendering/detransition kinks.

CNC - soft and hard

Rape play

Ageplay

Age gaps (I like older people. Reminder that I'm *31* so like, 40+ is very hot to me)

Incest play (older brother, father, uncle, grandpa? Maybe?)

Forced to cheat (this is new and I'm still figuring it out)

Being made to enjoy forced stuff

Piss!!!

Breeding and creampies

Gentle, affectionate degradation/pet names

Public sex, especially on public transit and in nature

Intox play

Monsterfucking - werewolves, tentacles, and ghosts being the big ones, but not the only ones.

Size different/size queen shit

Fucked while on the phone

Fucked by customers (long-suffering retail worker), doctors, older friends/bosses, anyone who has some authority over me.

Autism-friendly play (see * on Hard No list)

As you can see, some decently hard shit. Again, if you don't like, just block me. Despite these kinks, I'm a pretty soft person. I like it when forcing me to feel pleasure and enjoyment in things I shouldn't is at the root of these kinks, not hate or degradation. So here is my list of shit I'm *not* into:

Harsh/mean degradation

Being called worthless, stupid, etc. Lovingly saying I'm going dumb from pleasure is okay.

Misogyny, patriarchy, white supremacy.

Cutting, bruising, face slapping, beating, choking, suffocation via head until water, burning/branding, knives or guns, genital mutilation...you get the picture. The only pain I'm into is the pain of an initial, too-big stretch, but even that needs to end in pleasure. I live with chronic pain, I don't want to deal with pain in kink, too.

Scat, vomit, spit, swallowing semen

Total loss of autonomy

* anything like being forced to look you in the eyes, sensory overstimulation, taking advantage of me during meltdowns, removing comfort items, making me eat/taste things I'm averse to.

Weight/food/ED stuff

Pregnancy! Pregnancy risk is hot, breeding is hot, but actual pregnancy kink toward me is a Hard No

Bloggers beware: pro-ana/pro-ed/fatphobic blogs will be blocked immediately

Basically, I like hard kinks coming from soft places. Is that a contradiction? I don't really think so.

I welcome and LOVE talking to others! I like being a slut! That being said:

I prefer asks over dms. I repeat, I PREFER ASKS OVER DMS.

Asks can be about anything! Scenarios, fantasies, questions, anything. Again, I like openly being a slut lol

If you dm me "hey," if we're talking and I'm doing all the work to maintain the convo, if you ask me for pics (I'll give them out if I feel like it, not on request), if you're younger than 25, if you violate my boundaries - depending on the situation I'll ignore/delete it or possibly block you.

You're allowed to send pics and vids at any point, no need to ask! Also in looove with piss gifs/videos, but if you're going to send me one (yes please) I'm begging you to drink water first. Hydrate, babes!

...okay, I think that's everything. Sorry for the long as fuck post! Once more, if it's clear you haven't read my pinned I'm gonna block you. You need to learn how to respect boundaries if you're going to do, well, anything in life, but especially being in kinky communities. If you can't even read one post, you don't belong here.

Have fun, send me naughty shit!!

~ Avie

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favorite color(s): Red, purple, but I like all colors

favorite flavor(s): I have a huge sweet tooth, so I'd say chocolate and also fruity flavors like bananas and strawberries.

favorite music: Honestly, I think I can say that I listen mostly everything. I've come to the conclusion that I don't really care about the genre, if I like a song, I like it and that's about it. And that's why my playlist is a mess, especially when I put it on shuffle lmao

favorite movie(s): It's so hard to pick, there are so many good ones! But I recently watched Tokyo Godfathers, that one automatically jumped in my top favourites. I also really liked Grave of Fireflies (even though it's quite a heavy movie), Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, The Handmaiden (let's go lesbians, let's go), Perfect Blue, Everything Everywhere All At Once, The Jigsaw franchise (and honestly, I think the 10th movie might be my favourite), The Fear Street Trilogy, Coraline, What We Do In The Shadows, Train To Busan

Honorable mentions: I think Gremlins is starting to grow on me, especially the second movie because I love that the production team didn't take it all too seriously, I do like when some movies are self-aware how silly they actually are. Also shoutout to The Sadness. Am I ever going to watch that movie ever again? Probably not, it was a very disturbing movie. But this is not your usual zombie movie, if I can even call it a zombie movie, which surprised me? Like, it definitely does have those elements of the apocalyptic zombie genre but turned it completely over its head by making the infected actually aware of the things they're doing but not being able to stop it. Again, it is a disturbing movie, it's not for everybody. I personally don't see myself watching it twice. Plus, finding out that the director has said something like that he wanted to focus more on the "fun and the gore" other than anything else in a Q&A did sound quite sussy to me given the heavy topics and the ways the movie could be interpreted. Idk, as philology and literature major it just keeps getting confirmed to me that most, if not all works of art, no matter in what form, have something to say and they deeply reflect the time in which they were created, and there's always the subjectivity of the viewer who interprets it in their own way (like hell, even the superheroes in movies these days most likely take a whole lot of inspiration from Greek mythology, if you really think about it). Some people have mentioned that the director might have answered the way that he did as to not stir up controversy since it was at a festival, but I can't say for sure, I wasn't there to see the interview myself and this is already getting really long so I will stop now, you can make your own conclusions.

favorite series: Courage the cowardly dog, The Scooby-Doo franchise, Are You Afraid Of The Dark (I'm talking about the 90's series, I haven't watched the 2019 revival). Do I remember anything from them? Kind of, it's been a very long time since I've watched them. I kind of want to rewatch them because of it. But they sparked my interest in all things spooky when I was a kid so I feel like they deserve a place here. Some of my other favourites include: The Untamed, Serial Experiments Lain, Steins;Gate, Semantic Error, Another, My Roommate is a Detective, Wellington Paranormal, What We Do In The Shadows, Hellbound and Sweet Home (I do recommend reading the webtoons of those two, though), Death Parade, The Silent Sea, Color Rush, Squid Game, My Beautiful Man, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, Alice on Borderland, My Name, Yellowjackets, Theatre of Darkness: Yamishibai

last song: Ruler Of My Heart by BL8M & Rubyeye & Unknown (Till The End) by AKUGETSU (Alien Stage OSTs) (tw for blood and a bit of gory imagery in the MVs for anyone who wants to check them out). Also can I also just talk about the 1st Anniversary Remixes of those two songs too!!! (here and here, audio only). Just *cheff's kiss*, I love those songs so much, I want to eat them. The story all these animations is quite interesting, the animations themselves are very well done too. How can I describe it. The story kind of takes that deadly game trope (like, let's say in the Hunger Games and Alice in Borderland), but make it about people being forced to be in a singing competition against each other to survive and they are being judged by aliens. From what I know, I could be wrong, the main way of storytelling is through the MVs on the VIVINOS YT channel so it does require a bit to analyze (there is a bit of a additional info on the official website and on the wiki, I'm sure), so if any of that sound interest you, I would recommend checking it out

last series: Choco Milk Shake

last movie: The Cat Returns

currently reading: So Long, And Thank for All The Fish from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books. I'm so happy of how much progress I've done on reading those books compiled in one huge book, I'm halfway through the series now. And honestly I want to read it for as long as I can because I really enjoy it, it's so fun, I love the absurd situation the main characters fall into while the big question of the meaning of life, the Universe and everything looms over them. This would definitely go in one of my top books I've read I'm sure.

And I also have to mention the webtoons that I'm reading because I love them very much too: Hand Jumper, The Blind Prince, Lore Olympus, Zombie X Slasher (I don't know in what kind of direction this one would go, but so far so good!), Everything is Fine, Flawed Almighty, Homesick (I love love LOVE this one! The art style and everything is great), Never Ending Darling (I know that it's gonna end in like 2 days officially once the last episode is available to read for free, but damn, what a ride this was. The concept of this webtoon is terrifying), Omniscient Reader, My S-Class Hunters, ZOMGAN (also quite an interesting and honestly refreshing way of making a story about zombies), Nocturne and The Guy Upstairs

And special highlight to: There Are No Demons. This webtoon? An absolute nightmare fuel. I find it very interesting that the artist Nemo Nullus makes 3D models first and then draws over them. I wasn't so sure how to feel like it when I first saw it, this was the first time I've seen anything like it on webtoon, but I quickly grew to like this art style, the kind of weird realism and uncanny valley really add to the stories. And the stories themselves are very scary because these are things that could actually happen, and have most likely happened in real life too, especially that first story with the stalker. This webtoon has made me feel things no other horror/thriller webtoon has made me feel, I feel like I want to crawl out of my own body when I'm reading it, really.

currently watching: Nothing in particular, just random YT videos. I do have some shows to catch up on that I already mentioned here.

currently working on: Mostly focusing on studying a bit more for my exam on monday. But once I'm done I'll be back to doing more stuff here, hopefully ❤️

#long post cw #//this got long so i'm putting it under the cut #//thought that since I started to ramble as usual might as well give a long list of my favourites lol #//no i'm being serious this turned very long like jesus christ when and how did this get so long jhbgggbfh #//so feel free to skip this #misc; ooc #misc; dash games

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quickfire thoughts on fall 2023 now that everything i'm watching has had at least three eps out

EXCELLENT

sousou no frieren: still very easily anime of the season, beautiful in visuals and in story. a quiet, subtle look at loss and grief, and life continuing beyond that. the structure is working perfectly imo, it never feels like there are too many or not enough flashbacks, i feel connected at all times to both the present day party and the himmel-era party

migi to dali: still doing an exceptional job of balancing creepy and funny, i said before that the only thing i can think of with a remotely similar vibe is the movie hot fuzz and while i think there's a different flavor of comedy here, i still stand by that (and that's a compliment bc hot fuzz is an excellent movie)

kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri: although i wouldn't say this is mind-blowingly outstanding in any single way, it's very well-done in just about every conceivable way and comes together as an extremely solid series

BORDERLINE EXCELLENT

overtake: after four episodes i'm so tempted to put it with the 'excellent' shows but have to admit it's just not objectively on that level, it is subjectively one of my current favorites of the season though. silly at times, fairly simple story, but really effectively done so far

ADORABLE

s rank musume: feel like this one is largely going to slip through the cracks because it looks like your typical fantasy-action/adventure series, but doesn't stand out in that genre. the cute/soothing family moments are what stand out to me, but understandably that's not what most viewers of the genre are looking for. remains to be seen if a more action-y plot will build up, have doubts about how effective that will be

yuzuki-san chi no yon kyoudai: VERY CUTE with some very real moments and struggles, the cr subs debacle in the first ep however did it no favors

atarashii joushi wa dotennen: VERY CUTE i almost wish they'd cast literally anyone except umechan for shirosaki bc with him the similarities to cool doji danshi are just too much lmao however umechan is in fact perfect for this character so why not let him play it twice i guess

hoshikuzu telepath: moe yuri that isn't afraid to say rocket science is for autistic lesbians, what could be better?

wataoshi: YURI OF THE SEASON SORRY HOSHIKUZU TELEPATH HERE'S SOMETHING THAT COULD BE BETTER i actually would put these two on a similar tier but wataoshi gets the edge for me because rae is so unapologetically, exuberantly gay and that is just so nice to see

SEQUELS

houkago shounen hanako-kun: tragically only four half-length episodes but it's nice to see these kids again, ogata megumi's hanako voice just hits in a way the jjk yuuta voice doesn't, for me, so very glad to hear it again

arknights s2: i'm liking the art even more than i did in s1? not sure if it's actually changed/improved, and imo s1 was already good, but anyway just really enjoying seeing all the faves moving and speaking!

spy x family s2: still cute of course what more can i say

b-project s3: MAN I'M TORN i don't dislike this season (we are getting so many kitakore shots) but i am so stressed out for tsubasa and i just want to see her catch a break! i'm sure the season will end in an uplifting way, but all the stress she's under right now makes me want to punch things

dead mount death play s2: it was good and is somehow still getting better, s2e3 which just came out is one of the best yet imo

GOOD FOR THE ACTION BUT NOT TERRIBLY MUCH ELSE

undead unluck: i kind of... don't like anyone here lmao but the over-the-top, high-octane action is not badly animated, it's just not gripping me on any level beyond that. it does however have the op of the season

ragna crimson: again it's failing to get me really invested in the story/characters but the action is not bad i guess, cast for this one is absurdly stacked so i'm not going anywhere

shangri-la frontier: this one's doing a GREAT job with its pacing and action imo, it's introducing the game mechanics in a way that doesn't feel too fast or too slow. only issue is there really... doesn't seem to be any stakes? like at all? which is not a problem for me personally, it just feels a bit like we're waiting for another shoe to drop

WATCHABLE BUT...

bullbuster: i'm kind of vibing with this after three episodes but i really can't imagine it finding an audience, it's not mech enough to really appeal to mech fans and it's not... typical office drama enough to appeal to typical office fans. it's a strange little combo that just happens to work for me, personally

NOT GOOD BUT I LOVE IT

kawagoe boys sing: this is a ridiculous series, i would say not as wild as number24 but kind of getting there. like number24 but more vanilla, less homoerotic. i loved number24 and I'M LOVING THIS TOO there are some genuinely interesting characters already and though i still currently want to punt kick that teacher into the sun i remain cautiously optimistic that he'll see some character development. at some point. maybe

NOT GOOD. JUST NOT GOOD. SORRY.

bokura no ameiro protocol: really feels like some late-2000s/early-2010s male wish fulfillment dramedy. lots of weird and unnecessary het nonsense going on. honestly would consider dropping if it were 24 episodes but since it's only 12 i guess i'll stick it out. for kimuryo. who is unfortunately playing such a rancid character

#crab watches #various things (too many things) #fall 2023 #rhyme anima remains unrateable i'm too biased to even try lmao #tl;dr it's a pretty good season honestly #there's only one complete whiff #everything else is good to great

[camp-counselor-life]

As a person who works with youth, how do you talk about sexuality (specifically realizing one's sexuality) with children in a way that is age appropriate? Could you maybe go through conversation guidelines for the different age groups?

Hi friend,

So, I will preface this with a caveat: you need to always follow your organization's policies, whatever they are. In theory, they are developed with your group of campers in mind, their demographics, the area's overall makeup. It sucks when they're restrictive, but it's better to follow them when doing things proactively (reactive is different). Here are my suggestions.

General do's and don't:

Don't talk about sex. You wouldn't talk about heterosexual sex at camp, so don't talk about queer sex either.

Do reassure campers.

Don't try to correct outdated language with younger kids, unless they are unsure of what to call themselves.

Do follow organizational policies.

Don't feel pressured to do it on your own. Use picture books, videos, and other media. Preview them before use.

Do use language that the campers are using and are familiar with.

Based on your question, let's say that a camper comes out to you as questioning or some flavor of queer. This conversation should be semi-private, keeping within youth protection of being within eyesight of another adult, but preferably having another adult in the conversation. Here's a basic outline:

"Thank you for telling me. That took courage."

Ask them if they want to talk about it. If they don't, just reinforce that they did a brave thing.

If they do want to talk, just listen. Nod, repeat phrases back to them using active listening, but ultimately let them steer the conversation.

Reassure them that they are valid, cared about, and safe at camp. Do not make promises that you can't keep about being safe elsewhere.

If they ask you questions, answer within your camp's guidelines. Like, if your camp says that you can't share your sexuality, I'd recommend following that. It's ok to not have all of the answers. If sharing about you, try to keep it minimal and focus on them instead.

At the end of the conversation, thank them again.

Throughout the remainder of the session, regularly check in with this camper, which you should do with all campers anyway. Doesn't have to be anything about sexuality, just a "how's it going?" on a regular basis.

With younger kids, you may need to phrase some things differently. Like with a teen, they might talk about dating, but with a younger child they might talk more about "liking" somebody. It's important to mirror the language they are using. If a teenager is talking like they are 10, use that language as that's what they know.

That's probably my biggest advice, using the language the camper is using. It this camper using queer instead of bi? Is this camper calling themselves gay instead of a lesbian? Is this camper using a microlabel you are unfamiliar with? Use reflective language, using terms they know and are familiar with.

Then I would suggest sticking with letting campers take the lead - answer their questions honestly and in a way that you would answer questions about heterosexual relationships and families at that age. You're not going to explain sex to anyone at camp. But it's ok to say something along the lines of, there are many different ways to love others, like friends or getting married, it's important to respect each other and yourself and be true to who you are. With teens you can use similar things with slightly more mature terms and more focus on dating, like a healthy relationship is more important than a straight one.

Please tread carefully given our current political climate with this. Don't put yourself or your camp in the position that you could be in danger of any kind.

I hope you find this helpful. Have a great summer!

#gay scout camp #anon

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 2.4: BJ gets baptized, Baby Billy gets Funyons, Kelvin gets dissed, and Harmon gets a cat

This is my favorite of the season. Although we continue with Eli and Kelvin's intertwining darkness, we add two more or less lighthearted plotlines, starring Judy/BJ and new characters Baby Billy/Tiffany.  They are all tied together by the question of eros/phileo: how can we reconcile the erotic desire that leads to permanent romantic partnerships with the love of family and friends?

A Boy and His Cat: Flashback: Charlotte, North Carolina 1993.  Going in fresh, pretending to have never seen Season 1, we are introduced to new characters, the grinning, fast-talking Baby Billy, his wife Gloria, and their special-needs son Harmon, in the mall at Christmastime,  Later we will discover that Baby Billy is a ne-er-do-well, constantly coming up with sleazy scams and get-rich quick schemes.  He and his sister Aimee-Leigh were child stars before she went on to a career as a serious gospel singer and married Eli Gemstone.  Baby Billy never forgave her for "abandoning" him.

After Harmon gets a photo on Santa's lap, Gloria goes off to shop, leaving father and son alone. Baby Billy offers to let Harmon choose any Christmas present he wants.  He chooses a cat. Then Baby Billy says that he's going off to buy Funyons, onion-flavored snack rings (this will become important later).  Instead he runs away, abandoning his family! 

BJ's Family:  Judy's husband BJ, previously a nonbeliever, converted and was welcomed into the church in Episode 2.2.  Now it's time for his baptism, and he has invited his family to the event -- Mom, Stepdad, and grown sister KJ.   Judy disapproves of the "filthy atheists." and they are abrasive as well, angry at being put up in a hotel instead of some of the twenty or so guest rooms in Judy's mansion, and  thinking of the Gemstone ministry as a money-grubbing cult.

 Yuck -- BJ kisses them all on the lips!  Has he solved the eros/phileo problem by conflating the two, treating his family as lovers?    

KJ's butch mannerisms have led many fans to conclude that she, or the actress playing her,  is a lesbian.  Maybe KJ, but not Lilly Sullivan, who married Tim Baltz on February 5, 2022, two weeks after this episode aired. This makes the later allegations of incest especially problematic.

Remember the Lissons?: We cut to Jesse and Amber hanging out with the Lissons -- the megachurch pastors  planning a Christian resort  -- and discussing how close their friendship has become.  Jesse breaks the news that they can't get their Daddy to fork over the money to invest.  He's asked multiple times, but Eli refuses to budge.

Lyle is aghast. The Gemstones are worth over $600 million; surely Jesse can afford $10 million on his own?   Nope, it's all Daddy's money.  Jesse will control it someday, of course, but not until Eli dies.  

The Lissons are irate, lambast Jesse and Amber for being poor, and break off the friendship.  I think they just liked you for your money, guys.

The Judean Desert:  Kelvin and Keefe figure that they can restore the confidence of the God Squad with a 40-day field trip in the Judean desert.   They walk across the Gemstone airfield, Kelvin in a military coat with a leopard-spotted beret, and Keefe in an oddly feminine black robe, with his backpack in front.  

Notice the Ace of Spades on Kelvin's coat. Some fans think that he is subtly coming out as asexual,  Actually, it was used by British regiments in World War 1and II, and by American soldiers during the Vietnam War, symbolizing luck, victory, or death.  

But the Ace of Spades is the most powerful card in the deck, so Kelvin probably chose it to signify that he is the most powerful man in the group, the Alpha.

Uh-oh, Martin, Eli's chief accountant and right-hand man,  intercepts  them. Eli has refused to pay for the trip.  Do you see a parallel between Kelvin/Keefe and Jesse/Amber's problems?  

Kelvin bats his eyes, touches Martin's chest, and begs: "You got here too late.  We already took off. Please?"  Wait -- are you flirting with Martin?  Homoerotic hotness doesn't work on everyone, dude.

And it doesn't work: Martin lays down the law  Kelvin is forced to break the news that his father said no, thus losing even more of his authority with the God Squad musclemen.

BJ's Baptism:   As people file into the Baptismal Chapel, Baby Billy from the 1993 flashback, now with white hair and a whiter grin, performs "There is a fountain filled with blood" while his new wife, the young, very pregnant Tiffany, looks on.  So Baby Billy has solved the eros/phileo problem by abandoning his family altogether.  But be careful: that baby is going to make you a Family Man.

Outside, Kelvin argues that he cleared the whole God Squad to attend the baptism!  Nope, only he and a "plus one" are on the guest list.  The God Squad guys start murmuring again. Another blow to his authority! 

Kelvin promises to feed them all -- he asks his date, Keefe, to steal some food, resulting in humorous but ridiculous bits.  Do you really want to eat a shrimp that's been transported from the hors d'oeuvres table in Keefe's mouth?  Why not just go out for hamburgers?

Baby Billy begins the service, bragging that he's on the Christian Pop Charts now, and misnaming BJ as TJ.  He must not be very close to the Gemstone family, either.   Hey, the seat next to Kelvin is empty. Why isn't he sitting with his date?  Is Keefe already raiding the caterers for the after-party?

Next Judy sings: "When a man outgrows the family of his origin, and they've no place in his life./ Cause he's different now -- he's got to show them how."  

Wow, we're really zeroing in on the eros/phileo problem. Judy favors abandoning the family, too. She was originally going to sing "Rock my Boy's Body," emphasizing the erotic nature of her relationship with BJ (it was moved to the episode finale).

People stop to ask me, "How do you please your man?"

Take it from the black sheep baby, every way I can

Sometimes it's with fire, and sometimes with ice

Just don't get it twisted, this body's gonna pay the price

Eli takes over and completes the baptism.  Judy introduces him as "BJ Christian Barnes."  

I was disappointed that they didn't actually make it to Israel. It would have been interesting to see him with Jerusalem Syndrome, where tourists surrounded by so many Biblical images come to believe that they are Jesus (but I guess he is already the Messiah of his muscle cult).  Plus Tel Aviv has the biggest and most open gay community of any city in the Middle East.  

The full review, with some nude Israeli dudes, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #Adam Devine #Baby Billy Freeman #Jesse Gemstone #baptism

[odettecarotte]

Re: the Kristen Stewart Rolling Stone shoot

It's giving JD Samson. I guess even the gays can have a lil Y2K revival.

(I haven't even read the article. I am purely responding to the images before I go to work LOL.)

The #tag comments begging/joking about Kristen going on T, in her response to her own longing for "a little mustache, a happy trail" are very understandable. You all want to push her gender fuckery from fantasy into reality, from metaphor into the concrete, into what Saketopouou calls "the more and more" of gender OVERWHELM and of course that is HOT!!!

But even before Bella starts microdosing testosterone (or maybe she's already started, more power to her!), let us just pause, and fully appreciate this image in this moment. What if we take KStew at her word? What if this photshoot truly is "the gayest thing ever," in the grand tradition of Deep Lez aesthetics and a certain flavor of lesbian gender (which could never be TERFy because it is so clearly distinct from cis women's genders, is a creative response to different kinds of pain points, both fucking with and getting fucked over).

It reminds me of this passage, quoted in Sexuality Beyond Consent:

"I was female-assigned at birth," writes the queer theorist Kathryn Bond Stockton. "Though [my own sense was that] I was a boy… mistaken for a girl. And though I was, to my mind, the ultimate straight man seeking normally feminine women, I turned out a "lesbian," against my will-though in accord with my desires. As for my girlfriend she grew up, to her mind, normally feminine, as a rural Mormon raised in rural Utah. In her twenties, after her male fiancé died, after she didn't go on a mission, after she walked across the US for nuclear disarmament, she met lesbians and wished she could be one, so cool did they seem to her. But, she figured, she wasn't a lesbian. Long story short: I didn't want the sign ["lesbian"] but was pierced by it; she quite wanted it but didn't think she'd gain it. We have [both] been dildoed by th[at] sign. We've been pleasured by it, as it's come inside us-I've had to try to take it like a man. (2015)

Close up on Kristen Stewart on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. She's rubbing her clit underneath a jock strap. Read Sarah Tomasin Fonseca's essay in "It Came From the Closet" for a little foray into the erotics of jacking off into stolen male underwear. A truly young and otherwise disempowered dyke might steal underwear from a male relative, now we can buy what we like at the store, but the relationality is always there. Although the jock might get the most attention, Kristen is also wearing a pointelle thong in pure white cotton from Cou Cou Intimates, a brand which profits from Millennials sexualizing our girlhoods. They advertise to me on Instagram and I get skin shivers at the ability to choose, buy back and own the thong versions of underpants we wore even before men in AIM chatrooms asked us our bra sizes (when we were 11). And Kristen is wearing this delicate piece of panty in the men's locker room.

Part of the power of dyke sociality and sexuality is exclusivity. A "woman's" right to refusal can mean prioritizing other dykes, and asserting the irrelevance of straight men. And yet, in the realm of the sexual unconscious, we all know about each other. We all must deal with each other. In the words of Avgi Saketopoulou, we are all acting ON each other.

Much as the fetish clothing in the gay male leather scene comes from the uniforms of the armed forces, police, and working class, before it is transformed and inducted into delightful and perverted hiérarchies, Kristen plays with sartorial signals which might have their base in other genders, but which she uses to construct a gorgeous dyke existence.

The juxtaposition with men, not just with masculine trappings or locations, which are more easily taken over, was unsettling for me! I was scared for her! The image of her on the floor, mouth open: She's On Our Backs! But she's not, she's on the cover of Rolling Stone, the largest subscriber base is probably white Gen X men. Kristen on the floor lies in both the power and powerlessness in non-normative dyke sexuality. She's wearing an outfit that might make more sense in a leathermen bar -- decadent black leather vest, exposing jock strap -- in front of an objectified Black man. Who is he, and who is he to her? (Who is he to the dudes who subscribe to Rolling Stone?) He is jacked, with sweat (or more likely oil) artfully dripping down his washboard abs to the visible bulge in his gym shorts. A leather bar is a place to find danger, but this man is not at the leather bar. Together, they are in the men's locker room, a dangerous place for a queer or a woman. However, they seem disinterested in each other and Kristen is not afraid. She's skinny and milky (a weakling in many genders) and sitting like a neurodivergent queer, doing "hysterical clowning" with her knees up and posture hunched in front of a mirror in the men's locker room, next to a faceless white man with perfect posture and impossibly large biceps, and she also doesn't look afraid.

Her bangs have been cut with blunt scissors, messed up and sweaty. Nothing says queer like deliberately fucked up at home haircut. Finger in mouth, which reads submissive in straighter settings, but in queer orality, its giving top (if not dom) energy.

OK gotta go to work now, just wanted to blast off some associations before work!!!

#kristen stewart #rolling stone #dyke #jock strap #little girl underwear #avgi saketopoulou #kathryn bond stockton

[guardr0ck]

Intro post I guess?

I always said I would never ever EVER let go of my old online handle because it was so unequivocally me and, while that is actually still true, the community that I cultivated there for over two decades no longer is. Even as a young tween when I first started posting online in '01, I had a very concrete grasp on what is fiction, and what is reality. I used the internet to connect specifically with other girls and young women who enjoyed the kind of strange fiction and games that I love; from fanart to RP to cosplay and everything in-between. I was born with major organ failure and a deformed body, so I had to get used to accepting my lot very quickly and at a very young age. Practicing radical acceptance, if you will. The notion that other women (and men too) didn't live with such a concrete divide between the real and unreal never occurred to me, as that level of delusion was nearly impossible for me to fathom at my young age. And, for a good while, the culture of fandom reflected this, as it was always understood, for example, that the person I was conversing with was just Kelly the fellow 19 year-old gal from Wisconsin, and not actually Dave Strider from our Homestuck RPs.

This notion was completely challenged when, circa 2011, my best friend found gender ideology on this very site.

At first I was accepting and tolerant, but it quickly shoved a wedge between myself and all my friends, for it was as if a contagious disease ravaged my entire extended friend group, all of whom were neurodivergent females. My close-knit friend group in real life all began identifying as some sort of trans. Soon followed my internet friend group as well. In both spaces it then spread even further to other extended female companions we had. Altogether, about twenty young women with whom I was close with, now identify as some flavor of trans, with a few of them currently suffering grave illness in their 30's due to complications from extensive testosterone use throughout their 20's. You can not tell me that this is not a social contagion, because IT FUCKING IS. I became a pariah because I refused to take T or id as "non-binary" (a make-believe, pseudo-spiritual identity with absolute 0 basis in reality). I became a pariah because of the simple "crime" of accepting myself as a lesbian.

I have been critical of trans ideology from the very get go, albeit in a "you do you, I do me" sort of way. If the individual was close to me or even clearly trying their best to assimilate and "pass" I was even cool with using their "preferred pronouns" no matter how wrong it felt. Live and let live, and all that. Honestly, I still AM like this towards TIPs who acknowledge that they aren't actually the opposite sex. You would think there would be no issue with that, but nah, I was met with comedically extreme resistance ("bigot"/"murderer"/"violence-promoter") for stating the simple fact that one can not actually change sex. I knew these accusations of bigotry were untrue words coming from disturbed minds (who needed help, not hormones...), but I was willing to forgive these egregious accusations on the grounds of "tolerance" and "being kind". However, in their minds I had to become a True and Honest Believer or else I was evil. Of course, they could never make me believe in the unreal, so I simply held my tongue and walked on eggshells with nearly every interaction, tying myself up in knots to please them.

This changed when I was sexually harassed (in real life and online) by multiple heterosexual trans-identified males for the crime of being a gay woman. "The right cock will fix you, as long as its wearing a frock." Legit the same shit coming from the hyper-religious right, but wrapped up in a glittery package complete with hideous make-up. Most of my friends sided with them, with the men threatening to "fix" me via heterosexual corrective rape.

All I have to say to that is: FUCK YOU.

I'm lucky to have made it to my 30's, and I'll be fucking damned before I let some delusional assholes continue to control how I act and feel. You only get one trip around this rock, and I'm done letting them invade my spaces online and threaten my safety in real life. Funny that, when all the lunatic jargon and double-speak is removed, this all boils down to straight (predominantly white) males trying to sexually dominate a profoundly disabled woman who doesn't want sex with them!

If you made it this far, congrats lol. PLEASE DO interact if you are a GC artist, but especially if you do fanart of HH or 80's/90's animation (especially lost media and foreign stuff). Please understand the characters and dynamics I find entertaining in fiction ARE NOT indicative of what I like irl!!!! I can never let go of "fandom" or being creative -- it's in my blood. Literally, I come from a family of artists. But I can't keep living in this bizarre upside down space where I am forced to kowtow to the delusions of every person who lives in a fantasy, and where I am encouraged to support blatantly narcissistic behavior at the expense of my own safety and happiness.

#terfsafe #gender critical #radical feminists do interact #lgb drop the t #adult human female #grthoughts