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lopsidedtreetrunks · 8 months
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Happy 10th birthday to The Song Ever
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Debbie Gallagher did an amazing job raising her daughter (and not even just considering her circumstances) that kid turned out great and Debbie's devotion to doing the right thing for her even when repeatedly given the option of the easy thing instead alone should make you love Debbie. She's not a flawless parent because literally nobody is but that girl's determination to break the cycle of trauma and never make her daughter feel the way her parents made her feel is more than you can say for a hell of a lot of mothers in more conventional circumstances. That's all.
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bluberimufim · 28 days
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LOSING MY MIND
HAVING A BREAKDOWN
'HELL SCREEN' IS SO GOOD!!?!?!
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severeweatheralert · 2 months
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Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
Thanks for tagging me @jianghuchild :D
I'm going to cheat and do 11 fics because I've posted 11 and leaving off The Long Way Home feels so weird.
1. The Long Way Home: All of Tokyo was dark. 2. Cannon Fodder: Hisano sat behind his desk, in his basement office, and regretted once more that he didn’t have a window to stare out of. 3. Bloodlust: First they drag him in front of Hatter, a cocksure lunatic who doesn't seem to know how to button up his shirt. 4. Neither of us were good people: ‘You’re going to do it,’ Chishiya tells the nurse. 5. Freelance: Niragi’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to fuck your drug dealer. 6. Road to Nowhere: The sea lapped at the honeycomb cliffs of Ikitsuki Island with a rhythmic normalcy that almost could have fooled Val. 7. Teeth: Niragi is seven years old when his grandmother dies. 8. Bad Habits: Nagase is coming to Busan. 9. Call of the Void: Niragi doesn’t fully appreciate the absurdity of the situation until the door of Chishiya’s bathroom clicks shut behind him. 10. Warmth: It’s february. The winter cold pours in through the windows, despite the double glass, and the sun spills in through the gap between the curtains. 11. Icebreaker: Niragi lays on his stomach on the roof of an office building, peering down the scope of his rifle.
Huh. I find it a bit hard to see a similarity between all of these, though most of them do seem to fit the general fic vibe I was going for with each story, in hindsight. I think I either drop some sort of (semi)shock value statement (Tokyo is dark? Chishiya's forcing someone to do something? Dying grandmother? Niragi's relationship with his drug dealer?) and hope that drags the reader into the first paragraph, OR go for vibe immediately and just do a full description ("cocksure lunatic" is a favourite tbh). Though some of these you could slot into both categories (Call of the Void, Road to Nowhere?).
More analysis in the tags I couldn't help myself
Thanks for tagging me! I'm never sure who to @ for these kinds of things but if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!
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ok guys so you know how there's an astro knights book, right?
well, I just so happen to have a copy that i may or may not have annotated
and on page 110, Sir Gawain states that he crash landed on the ice planet weeks ago. Which, one, how the hell did homeboy survive on only fish, two, how did nobody else rise up to the task of rescuing the princess at that point, and three, that means Elyana was with bard for weeks. poor her
It's not even specified how many weeks, just at least two
i'm not even going anywhere with this that's literally all i have to say
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doctorbrown · 8 months
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"Emmett-- I've been meaning to ask you a question. I know it's-- well it may seem a bit inappropriate. But you're a forward-thinking man from the future." Clara's heart was pounding in hear ears as she spoke. It was a speech she'd been practicing for weeks now. On her walks to the general store, her days grading papers-- this was going to be a big step but it felt so right.
"What I mean to say is. I think the two of us should-- if you'd like to, at least-- become husband and wife." With that, she brandished a small hand-carved box. Inside which was a ring she'd milled herself. She was no blacksmith like Emmett, but she'd been able to whittle down a bit of wood into a smooth, round ring. Her cheeks were stained a red color-- it had taken the schoolmarm quite a lot of gumption to work up the courage for such a question.
Despite slotting in much easier among the residents of the Hill Valley of 1885 than he ever had with his present—future, from where he was currently stranded—peers, there was that incessant nagging in the back of his head that sometimes took on Marty's voice—Doc, we don't belong here!—and made him hesitant to truly forge lasting connections for fear of altering the timeline with no means of setting it right again.
But then, the months passed, space-time had not unravelled, and Clara had become a constant in his life. She had shared in his secrets, both in the workshop and out, listened to his talks and tales of the future eagerly, never reproached him his peculiarities, and Emmett had already done it once, said what the hell to the timeline—why shouldn't he do it again?
Saving her, as evidenced by something so innocuous as Clayton Ravine never being named as such—though Emmett had to admit seeing it named Eastwood Ravine in Marty's honour brought both a pang of loneliness and a touch of amusement—had meant she, too, was out of time, and it was almost as if Fate had orchestrated this purposefully.
The days simply didn't feel right without Clara's companionship and to imagine life without her was akin to torture.
Emmett had so rarely ever entertained the notion of falling in love, let alone falling in love at first sight, dismissing it as romantic nonsense, the stuff of poetry and classic literature, until he'd saved Clara from a most unfortunate fate. In that moment, looking into her eyes, he had finally understood what they meant with all those descriptions of being struck by lightning or an oncoming vehicle at high speeds.
So now, as Clara pushes the box gently into his hands, Emmett feels himself once again being struck by the eight-AM train going full-speed, temporarily knocking out his ability to form a coherent sentence. How could he, with the sound of his own heart beating in his ears? His mouth falls open in surprise and he has half a mind to pinch himself to see if he's really just dreaming, but the thought that this might all end if he does has him holding back, clinging to the box instead.
❝Marriage! Are you absolutely certain, Clara?❞ Emmett says, the words coming unbidden. The last thing he should be doing is giving her reasons to change her mind, but he needs to be certain this is exactly what she wants, that she has no lingering doubts about what this next step will mean.
It occurs to him then to open the box, to make this real, knowing already what would be inside.
❝Of course I—I mean, I❞—good God, Emmett, pull yourself together, you've never been this nervous in your life; acting like some schoolboy...what a thing love is!—❝Clara, I would love nothing more than to marry you. We will make it official, if that's what you want—send out all the necessary announcements, make the arrangements for the wedding—and I'll have a ring for you within a few weeks' time.❞
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mooncard · 1 year
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embracing doing unplanned + silly little pages during breaks from uni work ! here r some highlights !
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cakesdown · 3 months
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It's been really interesting getting into the process of making, writing, and studying the structure of books as I'm in the middle of writing a very long fanfiction. It's like yes my writing has improved, but I'm able to point out critiques I wouldn't have even considered back when I was writing early on or even as early as a year ago. Like the masterminds in tbos never got physical descriptions because I was just like "here's their refs" in the notes but I'm going to have to adjust that if I do an audio reading for example. Or descriptions of places that seriously would have benefitted from a description two dozen chapters ago instead of now. Just things like that. I'm rambling while waiting for breakfast to cook
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dear-mi · 3 months
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Ok! It feels only necessary to explain this blogs name.
So, the novel I'm currently writing is called 'Dear You'
In this story is a character known as Mi, which is an OC I've been using to write for the last 8 years or so.
Her name was originally Miso, and came from my first ever attempt at writing a story, called 'Dear Mi' Obviously I've reused the title, it's a good sounding title and I didn't want it to go to waste.
Either way, Dear Mi was about Miso moving to a new city and school on account of her dad's work. It does the whole typical slice of life thing, going to a new school, making a new friend group, dealing with bullies, finding yourself, etc. The only real interesting part about it is that Miso had an imaginary friend that she would often talk to. This dialogue would act as a display of introspections, thought, and what not, because the imaginary friend didn't really speak. It acts just as a wall that can listen, a silent Grecian chorus if you will. Yet, throughout the story, it becomes more active.
Most would assume that it would symbolize everything she still holds onto that's holding her back, but it's actually the inverse. It's suppose to represent all the ways she's grown, and remind her of her own journey.
The next story Miso featured in didn't have a name. This time, she couldn't actually see color in the world, everything was black and white manga style. She did still have that imaginary friend, and she could see one that everyone else had, that they didn't know they had. Whenever she interacted with someone and their imaginary friend, the world around that person would gain its color. So she goes around painting the place by reminding people of their own story.
After that was another piece known as 'Tellings of the Sky' The world was again, still black and white. However, the sky was different. It not only had color, it could change color, and even change shape. The imaginary friend is gone, and so is everyone else. It's completely desolate of all other sentient life.
This story follows two characters though, Miso, and a boy I never got around to naming. They both live in their own world like this, and the story is written through diary logs of the two as they explore the world. Eventually, however, what one person writes shows up in the journal of the other, and the two start to interact across worlds. A whole bunch of weird reality shenanigans happens, and the story ends with the two worlds merging.
I've written a couple poems about her, one called 'For Whom the Bells Toll' and 'Buttercups' and this all wraps around to 'Dear You'
In 'Dear You' however, Miso isn't even the main character. I changed her name to Mi, and gave her a younger brother aptly named So. Miso's age changed very much across the stories I'd written about her, and this time her and her brother are on the younger side.
Within the prologue of 'Dear You' Mi and So meet the main character, and are essentially adopted by them.
The main character does have a name, but goes nameless until after the underground arc of the story. Within 'Dear You' Mi also plays a much more prevalent part in the story than her brother, and that's probably me just projecting my favor but eh, it's fine. If I really wanted to I could just bring Miso back entirely, but So does have his own arcs and everything already, I'm just not as much invested into him as character. That'll change as the story develops, but for the time being Mi, the outcome of Miso, is still just where a lot of my focus has gone.
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fluoresensitive · 3 months
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FLUORESENSITIVE TAGS' LIST, JANUARY 2024
sound and color: afro/slash hood futurism; missy elliot and sun-ra, janelle monae's archandroid and alice coltrane
i saw things i imagined: surrealism, color and texture, fantasy worlds
i am king: knights and quests, arthurian legends, joan of arc and brienne of tarth
the turning wheel: images n quotes that remind me of an ursula k le guin novel, images and quotes that remind me of spellling
dark and hungry roots: fae + goblins + creatures, they're in the woods and they want your name
she screams!: catch all horror tag, blood and guts and slashers
laughing before god does: a more specific gore and fleshy gross horror tag, inspired by cao hui
kate bush's wuthering heights: love so intense and passionate it extends beyond the grave; i hated him, i never loved him more; you want them dead, you want them beside you, you know,
one of those crazy girls: mad and bad women, women with murderous intent, final girls, whatever didn't kill her had better start running
ain't no grave: ghosts + hauntings + the absence of something is still a sort of presence
desperado: the yeehaw agenda, cowboys
age of pleasure: sensuality + black joy and pleasure
les fleurs: black girl cottagecore, flowers and frilly dresses, sunshine on brown skin
does the poison drip through?: family dynamics, siblings + parents + ancestral rot, you need a shovel to bury your brother, does your mother love you all the time
i who bend the tall grasses: angels and demons, religious ecstasy, a god who devours
fear not!: angels and saints, gabriel comes to you with a thousand eyes and a message
my skin my logo: black skin, brown skin, brown leather, black braids, black days! these are black owned things! black faith (can't be washed away, not even in that florida water!)
the black gothic: the hood, the church, and the holy grandmother's house. daughters of the dust and eve's bayou and the work of toni morrison, deana lawson and gordon parks
pure/honey: it's giving cunt, it's giving sex, it's giving ballroom and pearls, sequins and rhinestones, eleganza!
oh bondage up yours!: black punk + leather and studs
i been on: (tell me who gon take me off!) ostentatious displays of wealth, logomania + dapper dan, gold ass watch, gold ass rangs
not yet lost all our graces: succesion-core, old money, lace-edged socks and penny loafers, your daddy's rich and your ma's good-looking
this house is empty now: haunted houses + haunted places + empty houses
what the water gave me: mermaids, sirens, and things under the sea
put me back in it: tender, love and passion + sensuality + you're in love and you're gonna shout it from the roofs
geyser by mitski: longing, needing, yearning so hard it hurts your stomach and makes you ill
secret life of plants: nature tag!
commes de garcons: fashion tag, looks, i know that's not the french way to spell it.
the more general tags like 'on writing' and 'on horror' are pretty intuitive, but just in case.
on horror / on writing / on literature / on womanism / on blackness on sundays, she picked flowers / my writing /my mewdboards / my mixtapes / my collages / recs
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butch-reidentified · 3 days
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if you think agp is a thing(and presumably exclusive to trans women) what do you think of cis women claiming to masturbate in front of mirrors and CIA women who report being aroused by breastfeeding?
literally every single answer to these questions is available on my blog. I'm tired of writing the same posts over and over and over. if you can't find sufficient answers scrolling my blog, searching key words on my blog (or on google citing my blog, which yields better results oftentimes), going through the links in my pinned, or checking the tags referenced in my pinned, then I'd say if it's reeeeally important to you to get answers, your best bet will be to sit tight and occasionally check for updates to my Pinned as I am gradually adding more and more links detailing my views, and/or skim my blog from time to time - it's pretty much guaranteed to cycle through again within a month at most 🤷
I was actually gonna put a partial (that is to say, just not my usual thorough, detailed, and nuanced) answer at the beginning, but honestly I'm getting VERY tired of anonymous strangers who most likely just stumbled across my blog for the first time today thinking they're entitled to a personalized thinkpiece from me when almost every time I get an ask like this (which are distinctly different from good faith curiosities, which I'm more than happy to answer), I've already posted my answer, I've already written about the subject in depth on my blog. so I'll put my answer below instead so you have to read all of the above first, so you at least sort of vaguely kinda earn some response by putting in a miniscule fraction of the work/time I've put into both reading/informing myself about all sorts of different opinions, ideologies, experiences, perspectives, and views (rather than just demanding opinions from strangers on anon, lmao) and writing countless posts (& that's just on here, ignoring the offline side which is where I'm wayyy more active), which are almost always VERY long and detailed and proofread and edited and polished several times over.
btw, kind of a side note -- I have NEVER sent a single anon in my life, and I have NEVER, anonymously or not, demanded someone give me a personalized just-for-me explanation of their opinions (or any at all). the reason I call this entitlement is because you (most likely) aren't asking out of genuine curiosity or good faith. you (most likely) are asking because you dislike what you think my views are (you are most likely misinformed and think I believe things I do not) and you (most likely) think this is some kind of gotcha rather than the same ignorant, unoriginal, boring ass points that I've read countless times as far back as when I was a transactivist and trans-identifying myself. they've been debunked/responded to by a LOT of other women, too, and I'm very confident you could easily find at least one such response. I'm not holding you to a standard I don't also hold myself to; in fact, that I'm going to give you any degree of actual answer at all is demonstrative of my holding myself to a HIGHER standard. because again, nothing I'm about to say on this topic is just now in this post being born into the universe as a novel thought. or even a novel tumblr post; like I said, you could find the radfem answers to this ask yourself with just a tiny bit of effort - and while radfems are far from a monolith, and I am a frequent vocal dissenter on a variety of radblr hot topics, this isn't even really a matter of opinion. read on to find out why.
Part A - Not answering the questions here per se, but a clarification of terminology that may help you (any reader, not necessarily anon) see my perspective:
The word "cis" has different definitions. It used to mean someone who is not trans, whereas trans referred to sex-dysphoric transitioners, a demographic who now often prefer terms like transsexual or transsex or simply "sex-dysphoric" BECAUSE they don't agree with gender identity ideology (GII) and object to the way GII has been actively hostile to them and erased transsexuality (and thus their identities, needs, beliefs, and experiences as well), similarly to the ways in which GII engages with pretty much everything that isn't complete and total blind allegiance. These include but are far from limited to:
1. Obfuscating people's (especially children's/young adults' - as they are the primary consumers of most GII content by far) understanding of biology, particularly as it pertains to the sexes of human beings and sexual dimorphism, and inserting "gender identity" as a direct (but importantly not synonymous or remotely parallel) replacement for the material and biological reality of sex. Sex, absent patriarchy and the gender construct, is simply a neutral and factual categorization of human beings: sex categorizes human body types according to the two developmental pathways that evolved solely for the purpose of producing one gamete type or the other to enable perpetuation of the species via sexual reproduction. What this statement does NOT imply to anyone reading it with even an ounce of integrity/intellectual honesty: "women are defined by having babies," "infertile/childfree adult female humans are not women," "humans with anomalous sexual development of any variety are not male or female, but rather a 3rd sex or even proof sex is a spectrum," or anything along these lines; I refer to these arguments as intellectually dishonest because they are originally intentional (disinformation -> misinformation) misinterpretations & serve to moralize, dogmatize, and essentially theologize facts of nature.
This obfuscation of biology is committed via a variety of tactics that frequently include outright gaslighting; "gender and sex are different" turned into "sex is actually a spectrum" (it's not - read on to learn why not!) and then outright science denial while gaslighting others as being the unscientific, uneducated, "3rd grade understanding of biology" ones (again, this is simply factually not true*).
*Feel free to request to see a peer-reviewed neuroscience journal publication bearing my name and/or my thesis (original research regarding the overlapping genetics + epigenetics of norepinephrine dysregulation in both dysautonomia and attention deficit disorders) if you are skeptical of my credentials regarding biology. alternatively, feel free to cite your sources and I will provide a free-of-charge peer review service :)
2. Building from #1, the erasure of patriarchal sex-based oppression of women & girls (by definition: human beings of the female sex, adults & children respectively) via aforementioned tactics obfuscating sex biology & human biology in favor of an innate, internal "gender identity" which is extremely poorly defined with the individual "gender identities" themselves left utterly non-delineated. Gender identity ideology is to be taken entirely on pure faith, despite the fact that there is absolutely no evidence to support gender identity as a universal component of human beings/universal human experience. In fact, the existence of absolutely any nonzero quantity of human beings who do not experience gender identity firmly disproves it as universal human experience - and we know not all humans have a gender identity. However, every human being experiences sexual development, be it typical, disordered (DSDs, congenital infertility, etc), or otherwise anomalous; the vast majority experience typical sexual development, and one's sex is entirely clear in the vast majority of atypical cases as well. Female humans are oppressed on the basis of our biological reproductive capabilities; patriarchy desires control over the female sex as a direct product of its desire to control reproduction. Patriarchy created the gender construct to instill and enforce a caste system between the sexes upholding the patriarchal dogma of male supremacy and female inferiority. Similarly, patriarchy created father-gods in order to make the creation of life a male act. Erasure of sex in favor of the gender construct serves male supremacy and cannot ever be anti-patriarchal or feminist. Evidence of sex based oppression abounds offline (frankly, you need look no further than menstruation stigma in all its forms up to and including menstrual huts, but there is infinitely more evidence) and right here on my blog as well; I even have some posts tagged to serve as proof of sex based oppression.
3. Erasing homosexuality via working toward erasure of exclusive same-sex attraction (this is particularly targeted at lesbians, and this is VERY well documented. I have many examples of this in my TRA Receipts tag, including a particularly excellent masterpost containing, in total iirc THOUSANDS of screenshots), once again replacing sex with "gender identity" as if one's orientation being defined as attraction to another human's invisible, internal, and highly individual "gender identity," which not all humans even purport to have in the first place, could possibly make any sense. This is uniquely absurd.
As stated in the 2nd link in #1 on my Pinned, I object to the usage of "cis" for non-trans-identifying people. Why? At the core of it, because the most commonplace definition of "cis"/'cisgender" that I see at this point in time is "having a gender identity that aligns with what was assigned at birth." As stated above, gender identity is not universal, rendering "cisgender" equally as personal and internal of an identity label as "transgender" - and these are not a pure dichotomy by any means. Radical feminism does not grant any degree of objective factual legitimacy to the gender construct; thus, no radical feminist is or can be, by definition, transgender or cisgender (this does not carry over to whether or not radfems can have dysphoria or even be medically transitioned). Radfems are not the only humans without "gender identities," and it is dishonest and disrespectful to force the term/label onto everyone else according to an ideology we/they may not share.
Part B - The Long-Awaited Answer! [I changed my mind since this ended up significantly longer than initially planned so here ya go]
Autogynephilia was coined as a term with a specific definition. That definition is still the same one in use today. That definition explicitly states that only males can qualify. That definition is: "a paraphilia that describes when a man experiences sexual arousal from the thought of himself as a woman" per Google, and "a male's propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female" per Blanchard's original stated intention for the term he created. Wikipedia goes on to add "intending for the term to refer to 'the full gamut of erotically arousing cross-gender behaviors and fantasies.'"
I have many criticisms of Blanchard himself and of the quality of his research methodologies. However, the evidence for the existence of the paraphilia itself is abundant and undeniable given that many males outright refer to themselves as autogynephiles and many have openly discussed their experiences as someone with this paraphilia. What I do not believe is that all trans-identifying males are AGPs, that there is proven legitimacy to the HSTS/AGP dichotomy (even Blanchard himself said not all OSA trans-identifying males are AGPs - just a whole lot of them), or that non-trans-identifying males can't be AGPs - actually I think it's likely that most AGPs don't identify as transgender.
The core of the paraphilia, the source of the arousal, is a product of the patriarchal sex caste system; autogynephiles are aroused by the idea of themselves as women - as they themselves have stated - because of the sexual objectification of femaleness and/or because they're aroused by degradation and humiliation (as is blatantly obviously on brilliant display in the existence of and obsession with "forced feminization" and similar female-degrading sexual concepts), and the AGP male views femaleness and the gender that patriarchy has forcibly ascribed to femaleness ("femininity") as inferior and thus sees his engagement in performing femininity as degrading - which in turn sexually excites him.
One reason some women find themselves arousing in their own bodies and natural non-performative states is the same as when men find themselves arousing in their own bodies and natural non-performative states: self-confidence increases libido and associations can be made between A and B. Where women and men inevitably differ, however, is about the arousal surrounding performing femininity and/or sexual self-objectification. It is not at all unreasonable to speculate that some women can be turned on when they "feel hot" for a reason other than just self-confidence; for one speculative example, it's possible that some women may see herself in the mirror all dressed up in hypersexualized clothing and feel that they've succeeded in mirroring the pornified images and sexually-appealing-to-males beauty expectations. Ultimately, this is self-objectification. It's patriarchy and the male gaze that have forced these associations onto all of society, and hypersexual associations have a tendency of causing sexual arousal in people (duh).
Oh and I've never heard of women being aroused by breastfeeding, only complaining about it being painful asf, but like. Nipples are among the most common and well-documented non-genital erogenous areas so? This seems terribly unlikely to be a common phenomenon, but utterly irrelevant to the existence of autogynephilia regardless lol. If this is a thing, like I said I doubt it's commonplace at all, but even just hypothetically, I'd say it would distinctly fall in line with everything else I say in this answer. Patriarchy and its pornographers have indeed sexualized breastfeeding - there are a concerning number of men who ask their partners NOT TO BREASTFEED their babies - his own children! - because it makes him JEALOUS and even resent the baby. I'm dead serious you can look this up, it happens. So... read on for elaboration.
I neither know nor care precisely what you're referencing in this ask, because the answer remains the same: autogynephilia by definition can only affect males, and males who have a fetish for the idea of themselves as female, be that through imagining themselves Fucked (anatomically female, specifically in a sexually objectified - aka Fucked - manner; the anatomical/biological form of autogynephilia fetishizes the male subject imagining himself as the female Fucked object of pornography) or Feminine (as discussed above) fundamentally are not and cannot be the same as women who are turned on by feeling like they look sexually appealing or by their own natural anatomy or biological functions (which have been violently hypersexualized by patriarchy). This is a form of internalized misogyny; when men do it, it's just misogyny. These are not the same.
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tboygareth · 7 months
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89 and Steddie 😌
hiiii baby!!! i love this prompt thank you sooooo much!!
89. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” word count: 941 tags: modern au, nsfw, mastubation, references to Dom/sub dynamics
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After pressing send, Eddie just… waited. He knew he would be waiting for a while, because he knew that Steve was in a meeting right now, but… oh, the reaction he was going to get from that was going to be heavenly. 
Eddie didn’t usually take nudes. Not because he thought they were tacky or anything, he just… he didn’t really care to take the time to set up anything special, and sending Steve a picture of his hard cock in his fist just seemed like twenty somethings shit. They were above that. They were married for fuck’s sake. Who sends their husband a bad picture of their hard dick in their fist at thirty five years old, y’know?
This one was good, though. Eddie had just gotten out of the shower after knocking out a couple chapters of the new novel he was writing, and his skin was glistening with water droplets. The sunlight that was coming through the bedroom window was hitting Eddie’s skin just so, and so he stood in front of their full length mirror and snapped a few pictures on his phone. His cock and balls looked terrific, if Eddie could be so fucking bold - wet and heavy and half hard after spending his entire shower thinking about Steve.
Maybe later, when Steve got home from work, he would be in such a frenzy over the pictures that he would just have to rip all of his husband’s clothes off and have his wicked way with him.
Laying back on the bed, Eddie tugged at himself a few times at the thought, bringing himself to full hardness in a few short strokes. He could picture it now, Steve getting out of his meeting and seeing the photos, his face turning that lovely shade of red it so often did when he was turned on in public. He would call Eddie, compliment the picture, promise things for when he gets home.
Eddie was fully hard now, precome leaking from his slit as he really got into it. With his head thrown back, fucking into his fist, Eddie groaned. He thought of Steve again, how Steve’s been having a hard time keeping his hands off of Eddie for weeks now, how he would get home from work every day recently wanting to lay Eddie out on the bed and fuck him till dinnertime.
Eddie wasn’t exactly gonna complain. He loved Steve, he loved sleeping with Steve. The things they did together was like nothing Eddie had ever done before with a lover. 
When he thought about their sex life, Eddie was reminded of all the firsts he’d shared with Steve; the first time Steve tied him up, the first time Steve choked him, the first time Steve bent him over his lap and spanked him. Eddie had called Steve Daddy more than he ever even called his own father that as a child and y’know what? Good. 
Eddie was starting to get into it now, thinking about Steve fucking into him from behind, from above him, from below him while Eddie ride his cock. He was pumping his fist, stroking himself, the sound of it wet in the quiet of their bedroom. His chest was hot with sweat, the sensation of his approaching release beginning to build in his balls and his gut, and just when Eddie was almost there, his phone rang.
Steve.
“Hey, baby,” he panted into the phone. “Thinkin’ about you right now.”
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” 
Steve’s tone brought Eddie up short. He sounded accusatory. He sounded mad.
“Uh, yeah? Why, did you not like them?”
Steve sighed. “No. Babe. I loved them. Obviously. But you know who didn’t like them? Human fucking Resources. The founding goddamn partners of the firm. I could have lost my fucking job just now, Eddie.”
Oh. Oh shit.
“Oh, shit, sweetheart, what happened?”
Eddie’s stomach dropped and he was… soft. Eddie was laying there, butt ass naked on their bed with his flaccid dick in his hand, his heart pounding at the idea of Steve’s bosses - whom Eddie had alreadt met several times at the office holiday parties - seeing pictures of Eddie’s cock. How the fuck would that even happen?
“So you know my MacBook is attached to my phone, right? That’s kinda the whole thing with Apple products?”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah. Oh, shit. I was fucking presenting my proposal, Eds. It’s the end of the fucking quarter. We’re making numbers, thanks to me, and this proposal… goddammit, Eddie. We had to call a stop to the meeting. The pictures, they…”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah. They were cropped… not well.” Steve sighed again. “I hope you’re embarrassed and I hope you know you’re going to be hearing about it at the Christmas party this year.”
“Jesus Christ. Did anyone see my dick?”
“Yeah!” Steve laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Everyone saw your dick. God, at least it’s a nice dick. One of the women on my team congratulated me.”
Eddie groaned. “Was it Sandra?”
“Yeah.”
“How long’s it gonna be till people at work can laugh about it?”
“Oh, Eds, I’m pretty sure they’re already laughing about it. I did have to meet with HR, though. You can’t be doing that shit.”
“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Other than that, how’d the meeting go?”
And Steve laughed. It was a beautiful sound, that laugh. It was like music. And Eddie has always loved music. Almost as much as he loved Steve.
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wip wednesday :D
HAPPY WEDNESDAY YALL! many thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere @zwiazdziarka @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @sophie1973 @myheartalivewrites @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @theprinceandagcd @rockyroadkylers @eusuntgratie @gayrootvegetable @wordsofhoneydew @captainjunglegym @junebugclaremontdiaz @iboatedhere for the tags, I devoured all of your words with my chick fil a today and WHAT A TREAT <3333
guess who started ANOTHER wip??? (it's me I'm so sorry) but this one is short and already halfway written so we will be back to regularly scheduled programming soon I promise!!!!
for now.........
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“Okay. So you’re telling me you look and talk like you just stumbled out of Downton Abbey and you aren’t excited about a sex toy named after a character from a Jane Austen novel?” Alex asks. “I mean, c’mon— I’m not even a big Austen fan and I’m a little excited.” 
“Yes, well…” the frown finally gives way to something a little more tender, a little more teasing, blue eyes sparkling as he looks at Alex. 
“Fine, give it back to me then, if you’re gonna be like that.” 
He glances at Alex’s outstretched hand and pulls the box a little closer to his chest. 
“No. I think I’ll hold on to it, actually.” 
“Yeah-eh-eh, you will,” Alex laughs, leaning sideways on the counter with a crooked smile. “C’mon, tell me I’m awesome. Tell me I’m the best. What would you do without me, sweetheart?” 
Despite the way he flushes lightly, Blue Eyes stuffs the toy underneath his arm and raises his chin. “That’s very high praise for someone that sold me a single sex toy. Once.” 
“And you came back.” Alex plants his hands on the desk and leans forward over the register. “Credit where credit’s due, man.”
With a curious hum, the guy doesn’t look away as he sets the box on the counter to be rung up and retrieves his wallet from the side of his coat, laying his card with it. Alex hears his finger tap twice on top of it. 
“I suppose you’re right,” he concedes. A pink tongue darts out to wet plush lips, the clear blue darkening just a tad. “You’re very good, Alex.”
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ej's adventures in romance: the good, the bad, the ugly
i've had kindle unlimited for the few months, and have been on a deep deep dive into all the recs from the romance genre that i can get my grubby little paws on. I've read.... many, many books. so many.
I've made a rec list of my new fave authors in the genre before, and this is not that. I'm just gonna list what I've read, by tropes, with ratings, and you can read my full reviews on goodreads. I've gone there. there are quite a few of the booktok hits here, because they came up on rec lists, and I'm gonna give my honest opinions on them okay. my goodreads!
Before we get down and dirty, have my actual recs from the last month: Heather Guerre remains a diamond in the rough, although she can now be joined by a further two authors: Kathyrn Moon (smutty RH queen) and Zoey Draven, a surprise last minute entry that doesn't shy away from darker themes, but handles them maturely.
other recs are the obvious: Talia Hibbert, Katee Roberts, and our very own @dominimoonbeam (whose book Doors I've been reccing a LOT lately, as I love it so much, and the sequel will be out soon >:3)
Okay. lets do this. this gets long, be warned. >:3
the "grovel" trope
books where the MMC fucks up and tries to make up for their mistakes. a good read where you get a healthy dose of angst and then a lot of making up for it. can be a great cathartic read.
Cate C. Wells has a whole series dedicated to this, "the five packs", one of which I already recommended as a guilty pleasure: the lone wolf's rejected mate". Now look, these books are ridiculous, the worldstate is terrible, each pack is a dude fest that reeks of misogyny, but they're pretty fun. I've read book 1 and book 3. I want to stab the MMC of book 1 with a rusty spork. you can skip it.
the lone wolf's rejected mate however is a ride, with a broken MMC who rejects his soulmate because he thinks he's too broken (literally, his wolf tries to kill her), and then they get captured, save each other, and he builds her a treehouse, yada yada. mind the content warnings, but if you want to read something OTT that basically epitomises the craziness that is the PNR and "grovel" romance genre, read this, and hold onto your butts.
the paranormal romance genre: shifters, vampires and more
Heather Guerre's books. okay, so actual recs. She focuses on characters from working class backgrounds with a sprinkle of the paranormal thrown in, everyone is over the age of 25 (thank god, most are in their 30s), and she can really write. I won't tag Eeshley again, but the "Tooth and Claw" series was their rec and *chefs kiss*. this is still the self-published romance genre, so these books could use an editor/polish, but honestly, I'm a big fan of her writing, and have picked up all her books. (her contemporary romance is also excellent.)
post-apocalyptic trope
Claire Kent's books. Imagine Joel from the last of us as a book series. I've only read Last Light so far, which is the prequel to a longer series that explores life in america 5+ years after an asteroid collides with western europe, causing global environmental catastrophes. I'm not 100% sold on her world building, but this is a romance novel, and the way she writes the characters and their relationships are human and organic, and the most realistic I've come across so far. the world state is the walking dead, with evil biker gangs that rape and pillage. i'm assuming this is an american thing, but can't comment on what it'd be like in the UK considering we no longer exist, due to aforementioned asteroid collision. probably for the best.
omegaverse and reverse harem tropes
yeah, I thought omegaverse was just a fanfic thing too. it's not, and it is super prevalent in het romance. it was never really my thing in fanfic, and the fact it is not a shifter thing was very surprising to me, as knots/packs/heat/rut still exist, but it's just humans with animalistic traits. I kept on waiting for the motorcycle gang in 'baby and the late night howlers' to turn into wolves, and they never did.
So Kathryn Moon writes some delicious reverse harem books. I read the first of monsterfucker series 'a lady of rooksgrave manor' years ago, and liked it, although there wasn't enough plot for me to continue. she writes excellent smut. Seriously, just really, really good smut. BIG FAN. I've been making my way through her 'Sweetverse' series, which has more connections and actual relationships between the characters, and polymances, and I recommend starting with Lola + the millionaires, if you can handle a little omegaverse. mind the content warnings, this is a book about recovering from trauma, which happened in the first book (baby's book, although offscreen. Lola has a lot of flashbacks in italics.)
Otherwise, you can stick with the monsterfucker books! I bought her latest monster series off of regular kindle, instead of KU, and I'm really excited to read it hehehe
"mars need more women" and "fated mate" tropes
hehehe okay HERE WE GO. these books are all about women ending up on planets where due to some sort of cataclysmic event - disease, mostly - 80% of the female population of the planet has died. now as we're not here for angst, the arrival of these women are usually due to some other species abducting them, and they are then "rescued" or recovered after a crash on metaphorical mars, which needs a better sex ratio to ensure the survival of the species.
this trope is coupled with "fated mate" tropes, where basically the rescued/recovered women end up with a devoted alien husband, who yearns until he can win her over (we're all about consent here folks)
the ice planet barbarians series by ruby dixon. this is basically na'vi aliens that crashlanded on an ice planet 250 odd years ago, and have made it their home, living in tribal colonies. to survive in this planet's toxic atmosphere, they've taken in a native parasite called a 'khui' which helps their bodies adapt to the climate and atmosphere. the women in the books also receive the same parasite to survive (they're given the choice), and this is the basis of the "mate bonds" formed throughout the series.
now book 1 is a rocky start, and the weakest of the series. I nearly put it down because of the first 20 pages. you can skip the first 20 pages. it basically recounts the abduction of the women from their home planet, and mistreatment by their captors (tw for sexual assault of a side character, not explicit). the ship malfunctions, and the women "cargo" are dropped onto the ice planet, where they are found by the not-na'vi, who are called sa-khui, because of the parasite.
now the rest of the series is about adapting to life on an alien planet, understanding the culture of the sa-khui, and gaining a devoted alien hubby. look, I read four books in a week. they're fun, they're exciting, the smut is good, and it's an easy read. it's also written by an experienced and practiced author, as the topics are handled maturely, it doesn't take itself too seriously, and it has great representation.
(one of my favourite books in the series, book 7, is centred around Lilah, who was born deaf and had a cochlear implant that was surgically removed during the abduction. the book focuses on her struggling to adapt to life on the planet, aided by a sa-khui that rescues her and learns ASL to communicate, and it's an excellent read okay)
I'd say read book 1 (maybe skipping first 20 pages, or even to part 2) for context, read book 2 (my favourite of the series omg), and then pick and choose from there!! I've read 1,2,4,7, and I'm gonna end up coming back for more hehehe.
"choosing theo" is another in this genre, but it didn't quite vibe with me. it leans into the 'rescued human ends up on a planet that needs women for propagation', with a matriarchal society where the men go to husbandry school to learn how to please women, and all residents of the planet are required to participate in three month long marriages to try to find potential mates to propagate the species. the premise is a fun one, but the first book is not the strongest, and I didn't continue from there. (another rusty spork for the MMC...)
dothraki in space trope
we're at the end of my trope list! I liked the ice planet barbarian series a lot, and I'd kept on seeing the Horde Kings of Dakkar by Zoey Draven recommended, and they are good. (thank you woofs >:3) think dothraki from GoT in space; humans live in small, poorly maintained colonies on the Dakkar planet, where they aren't allowed to hunt or damage the earth. offenses are punishable by death. these books lean into the captive trope, and handle the issues of the worldstate and navigating cultural differences super well, with a heavy dose of consent and BAMF heroines that rise up to their situation and make a place for themselves in their new (objectively better) lives.
i'm on book two now, and I love the maturity in the characters and the writing (which I did not find in 'choosing theo'), and they're an excellent romp. fantastic rec, really glad I picked this up >:3
am I finally going to take a break from my reading binge now? I keep on saying I will, and then not doing that ahahahaha. my kindle library is still stuffed full, mainly with other books from my fave authors above, but also some nice space horror to round it off.
next on my list is gonna be either 'Haunt, Heart, Havoc', a horror romance that I've been meaning to read forever, or 'Dead silence', which is aliens meets titanic in space. >:3 if you read all of this, KUDOS TO YOU, have a lovely sunday ahahaha!
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Ten Books to Know Me
@aboxthecolourofheartache reblogged her version of this from ages ago but she'd tagged whoever saw it and it sounds very fun and difficult so let's do it!
Tris's Book by Tamora Pierce - I had a habit as a kid of always picking up the second book in a series, so this was the first of Tamora Pierce's books I read. Emelan had an effect on me on a microcosmic level, I'm pretty sure. Anyway, the protag of a whole world of mine is named Tris now, in homage to Trisana Chandler, so. the particulate is still kicking around in my brain.
Ptolemy's Gate by Jonathan Stroud - Another childhood FAVE. This series as a whole started fucking with what I understood a book to be. Also the ending of it has a vice grip on me to this day, and it is probably why so much of my writing is very vibey and favors ambiguous endings.
Cyrano de Bergerac - This was the first assigned reading I had in high school that I utterly LOVED. I love this play so much, I love the tragedy, I love the quiet sorrow. This was also the first proper tragedy that I remember really loving.
The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan - This is a book of poetry and short stories by a Yale creative writing student who was killed in a car crash very soon after graduating, compiled by her professor after her death. I read it repeatedly in college; it is really quite lovely.
Underland by Robert Macfarlane - Apologies to Box who wanted reading recommendations, but she is who introduced me to this book if I remember correctly, and I have spent the two years since I read it habitually picking up Macfarlane's writing without even realizing it. Absolutely phenomenal writing.
Staying with the Trouble by Donna Haraway - @ professor Haraway I know you are a semi-retired scholar and also in the most expensive college town on earth but are you looking for research assistants cuz uh
The Mushroom at the End of the World by Anna Tsing - I actually read both Staying with the Trouble and this book on the same weekend in the start of 2021. I compromised on not including Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake, which I felt was very cliche of me, by including this book, which had as much of an effect. Read those three and Pantheologies by Mary-Jane Rubenstein and you will have some semblance of an idea of what the spiritual portion of my brain looks like. In the interest of not writing the same blurb four times I left the latter two off but know they make up a little microcosm of 'you could make a religion out of this' for me.
The Cat Who Saved Books by Sosuke Natskukawa - A Japanese novel about a cat who appears to a teenager after the death of his grandfather, a bookseller. I read it when I was very frustrated with trying to read contemporary fiction and it was a bright spot among that. (I am still very frustrated with the state of contemporary fiction and this book remains a light.)
Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer - Okay I read this one most recently out of this list (over the summer) but it had been on my list for a long time and it really does live up to the hype because it is just so luminous in every sense.
Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer - I had to put this one last simply because HOLY HELL. Rewired my brain. This is the goal I aspire to, this is the dream I dream, this is the highest peak among the mountain range of writing aspirations that I climb. If I can one day write anything even akin to the Southern Reach trilogy I will be ready to die, but that is an utterly unachievable goal so God's just gonna have to let me live forever, I guess.
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Fuck it Friday
tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon some more audiobook narrators au! feat. Shannon!
“Can I confess something to you?” Shannon asks. They’re in the back of his truck. After Shannon’s meeting with Christopher’s school, what turned out to be one kiss ended up being two. Then three. Then before they knew it, they were headed towards Eddie’s truck trying to find a deserted road just like when they were horny teenagers back in high school. Now, they both have Eddie’s old blanket his abuela made for them wrapped around them. Clothes haphazardly put back on as they’re basking in the afterglow.
“Am I going to like this confession?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure. Still want to hear it?”
Eddie looks down at Shannon. Her eyes have a mischievous glint to them he’s missed seeing so much. Smirking back at her, he pretends to sigh in exasperation as he gives her the go ahead.
“I’ve listened to your audiobooks.” The confession makes Eddie tense up in surprise. He doesn’t know why it surprises him that Shannon has listened to his work. He does use his real name instead of a pseudonym after all. If Shannon wanted to look him up, his audiobook narration would be the first thing that would pop up. Maybe that is why he chose to use his real name. To make her curious about him. “Not all of them, of course. There’s too many. But a good chunk of them. I always did tell you how good you were at it.”
When they first got together back in high school, Shannon stole one of her mom’s romance books and made Eddie read one of them to her. At first Eddie couldn’t take it seriously, exaggerating the prose to his own amusement. It took Shannon’s repeated insistence for him to stop fucking off and try again. Eddie – being the immature teenager he was – still made fun of the novel until he read aloud a sex scene involving the male lead rubbing his lover’s clit. When Eddie asked Shannon what – and where – that was, Shannon became all too happy to show him. 
After that, Eddie didn’t mind reading those romance novels aloud for Shannon. 
“Please tell me you didn’t listen to the omegverse mafia one I had to do?” Eddie asks her. 
That book was one of his earlier recordings. A book that blew up on Booktok and then somehow later blew up even more by becoming a movie on Netflix. Eddie doesn’t have any grudges against either tropes, per say. However he does have grudges against bad writing. Which this book had in abundance.
Shannon’s voice drops an octave in a complete replica of Eddie’s. “‘Baby, you’re gonna take my fucking knot. Prove to the entire mafia that you’re mine.’” Shannon snorts as Eddie groans. “It was my favorite! They should’ve casted you in the movie.”
“I hate you.”
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