#labor dynamics

[alwaysbewoke]

#bernie sanders #work week reduction #32-hour work week #overtime pay #productivity #technology #fair labor standards act #international examples #france #norway #denmark #germany #well-being #stress #fatigue #republican senator bill cassidy #small enterprises #job losses #consumer prices #japan #economic output #labor dynamics #artificial intelligence #automation #workforce composition

[gravid-transluna]

Same Boat

words: 1415

content: birth denial, fpreg

Danae would do anything for her partner. Their dates were always doting and private. With her menacing tattoos and biceps like knotted wood in her cuffed sleeves, she’d scared away any men looking to prey on her pretty little girlfriend. Even when she was pounding her with a thick strap, she always prioritized Leah’s preferences, made sure she was happy and drooling and sweetly stroked.

Their simultaneous pregnancies didn’t change anything. Danae was still Leah’s fiercest protector, even as her abs slackened and swelled, and her masculine body lost some of that refined muscle. Sure, it was a little hard to get around sometimes with that belly, but nothing Danae couldn’t handle.

When it came time for Leah’s labor, Danae did everything she could to make their home comfortable and relaxed. Candles, a hot bath.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” Leah laughed, holding her own prominent swell.

She wore one of Danae’s old workout shirts and a slim pair of panties. The way the fabric stretched and slipped around her navel was an undeniable turn-on.

Danae smirked. “Anything for you, princess.”

She tried to avoid touching or stroking her own belly. For the past couple days it had been twinging with sympathetic contractions. She’d kept stoic through them, at pains to not stress Leah in any way before her birth.

The strongest contraction yet had Leah clinging to Danae, mousing her hands through her short locs. Their bellies were pressed together, both flexing, hard with contractions. Danae held Leah in her thick arms, bearing her own contraction soundlessly.

“Uhhhmf,” Leah groaned, sobbing. “There’s so much pressure, baby!”

“I know, baby,” Danae said, a little breathless. She massaged Leah’s overburdened back. “Breathe, now.”

“Ohhhh, oh, I CAN’T.”

Suddenly, fluid soaked both of their thighs. Leah’s legs trembled, weak and slender. Danae supported her, firmly grounded.

Danae left Leah squatting in the living room as she made her way to the kitchen, trying, failing to conceal her pronounced waddle. She returned with towels and dried the mess. On all fours, she suffered another contraction. What she hadn’t revealed to Leah was that not all the birthing fluid had come from her; Danae’s own water had broken. Her eyes widened slightly as her belly tensed beneath her—this contraction was accompanied by the strong urge to push.

Fortunately, Danae was stronger. She gritted her teeth and mopped up the rest of the puddle as the urge pounded through her. Every muscle in her body surged with effort and willpower.

Leah grunted. “I gotta push, baby! Oh, shit! I gotta push so bad!”

“Urgh. Hold it in,” Danae said through gritted teeth. She was speaking to herself just as much as she was speaking to her girlfriend. Sweat beaded at her temple. “Hold it in. Gotta check you first.”

Leah closed her eyes, managed through it with panty grunts. Her legs were permanently spread in a deep squat now. As though a switch had been flipped, she suddenly began to remove her shirt, hiking it up over her belly, then her head. Fully nude, her body glistened. She glimmered in a haze, heavy and feminine.

Danae was overcome with the same desire to strip, broiling in heat, her body sensing the closeness of the baby in her canal. She resisted, remaining in her tight undershorts and sports bra.

Danae positioned the towel under Leah, though her own knees were sore and could have used some relief. She painstakingly braced herself on one knee, dropped stomach resting heavily on her broad thigh.

“God,” Leah breathed, head thrown back. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” Danae said, quickly checking her. “I’ve got you.”

Her pussy was familiar as ever, as was Danae’s fingers inside her. She felt Leah’s slick vaginal walls clamp down on them.

“Ooh, I gotta push!” Then, squeezing— “Gotta—I’m PUSHINGGGG! Mmmfgh!”

“You’re good, baby,” Danae said, removing her fingers. She was still kneeling as Leah squatted deeply before her, bottom thrust in her face. Danae’s belly went hard again, as though encouraged by Leah’s furious pushing. Her face snarled and twisted, piercings raising and she flared her gums. The urge to push washed over her again.

Not yet, she thought. Don’t push yet.

Despite her efforts, her body was beginning to bear down against her will, slowly inching the baby through her canal.

Somewhere, dimly in her mind, Danae was in wonder. We’re feeling the same urges, the same stretch, the same weight. It was as though their bodies were one.

Eventually, Leah’s perineum began to bulge, red and irritated, then the head slipped into her pussy.

“Ooh!” She cried. The head was spreading her cheeks.

“Ugh,” Danae grunted. “Good—hrgh—good girl.”

She cupped the head. Birthing fluids spurted and dripped around it as Leah squatted into another groaning push, forcing the head to a full crown.

The sound of relief as Leah pushed was too much. Under Leah’s din, Danae quietly succumbed to her own body. She pressed her lips together, straining, giving in. Her powerful push immediately thrust the baby down between her hips. God, the head was huge. Leah’s hips had widened over the course of her pregnancy, something Danae had delighted in, but her own pelvis remained somewhat narrow, barely wide enough now for the coming head. Danae couldn’t worry about hospitals or stuck heads now, though. Even as she bore down against her tightly wedged baby, she kept her hand on Leah’s crowning pussy as the baby slowly parted and bulged her lips, spreading her open. Leah moaned, bending her knees, scrabbling for any bit of leverage. The skin of her pussy grew taut, an enraged red, then almost white. She would tear if it ripped through any further.

“Baby, you gotta—shi-i-it—you gotta slow down,” Danae demanded between her own pushing.

“I CAN’T, I can’t!!” Leah howled, so Danae pressed back into the crown, gently holding it in place as Leah pushed uncontrollably.

At the same time, Danae heaved with a huge, forceful push. Her well-muscled body exerted like a machine. She finally let loose a deep groan as she bore down, and the baby creaked and opened her pelvis. A wet bulge grew in her undershorts. They tightly contained the crown. Held fast, Danae and Leah were in the same boat.

“Let it come, ohhhh, please let it come out,” Leah was moaning.

Her pussy was stretching properly now, the blood returning to its color, and only at the end of her push did Danae realize this. She cursed herself, guilty for forgetting Leah for even a moment. She eased the counterpressure from her hand, and Leah screamed the head out.

“Check—ing—cord,” Danae gasped.

“Hurry,” Leah panted, mouth open, lolling her head.

Danae held her own pussy as she checked with one hand. Her undershorts were working in her favor for the time being, preventing the trickling crown from growing any wider.

“You’re good, mama,” she grunted. “Push our baby out now.”

Leah shuddered as the shoulders rotated. She shouted, and with a douse of birthing fluids the baby slipped into Danae’s waiting hands.

“Holy—shit, mama!”

Leah sank to her knees and took the baby, cradling. She looked up at Danae tenderly, smiling tiredly as their baby began to suckle.

Her eyes widened.

Danae had raised herself from her knees to a solid squat, thighs tensing, shorts tented with a crowning head. Her belly thrust hard on her midsection, and milk stained her sports bra. Even as she bore down like a warrior, she’d never looked more proud.

Then her eyes met Leah’s. She managed a smirk. “Guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

#fpreg #giving birth #birth denial #labor kink #birth kink #pregnant kink #fxf romance #dom/sub dynamics

[dinneratgrannys]

ONCE UPON A TIME 5.13, Labor of Love

#ouatedit #onceuponatimeedit #reginamillsedit #snowwhiteedit #once upon a time #ouat #regina mills #snow white #snow queen #s5 #5x13 labor of love #dynamic: snow queen #event: rewatch 22

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Sorry just a mini rant bc genuinely appalled at the way some of my coworkers talk about not eating during work. Like buddy we're working CRM. It is a very labour intensive job. It's July and frequently over 30°C. The way you talk about not eating anything til dinner (and sometimes not anything beyond a granola bar all day) is terrifying. Obviously money for food can be tight (I'm feeling it rn) but I've spoken with some of them and they have and can afford food and they almost seem to be bragging about making it through the day on nothing. You are going to collapse! You should be eating!

So yeah my coworkers may not listen to me but to any fellow archaeologists please remember to eat! Even if you're staying hydrated that won't be enough if you're also not eating properly for days. Please take care of yourself in the field.

Everyone should be taking breaks to eat, hydrate, reapply sunscreen, and stretch. Yes, even if you don't feel like you need to. Yes, even if other people are "working through it." Toughing it out is not a badge of honor. It is dangerous, and unnecessarily so.

Just because you can go without doesn't mean you should. Your body is not suddenly the exception to the biological necessities of eating and drinking. Keeping your body nourished is part of long term care for your health. No work is worth shortchanging that.

This applies to all work, not just archaeological excavation. If you're reading this and thinking I totally support this for everyone else, not for me though THIS IS FOR YOU. Taking breaks sets a precedent. Because even if you don't need the break, someone else does, and if you take yours, you're contributing to a work environment where that person can take theirs. There's a reason unions have fought for breaks in pretty much every industry.

-Reid

#he speaks #archaeology #crm #labor unions #breaks #as someone who very much does need those breaks it is so much easier for me to take them if my coworkers are also doing it #don't underestimate the power of group dynamics #if you won't take the break for yourself at least take it for me (or someone like me) #disabled archaeologist

[mejcinta]

With how the show chose to portray Aegon as a young man prone to failure and feelings of insufficiency, it would've made more sense for him to be the one suffering erectile dysfunction.

But if they did make Aegon sexually dysfunctional, they would have to explain how on Earth Aegon got Helaena pregnant without fuss more than once, or why his seed is spread all over King's Landing.

Of course, feelings of inferiority can also lead to hypersexual tendencies BUT!!! Helaena is literally a symbol of the duty he owes the realm...the same duty that he deems a burden and one of the causes of his sorrows.

So, even if he was hypersexual, he would be repelled by his sister-wife and not get heirs. But he did, more than once in fact. So does he really 'hate' Helaena like some people claim? Is it possible that he is considerate of his duty to some small extent? The math is all over the place.

This really goes to show that there's an inconsistency in how the writers covered Aegon. So little makes sense when you look closely at the picture. Almost like much of his traits on the show were just thrown in for shock value.

But to be fair, season 1 gave us so little of Aegon or Helaena to determine what is really going on and how they both go around their duties.

#incoherent thoughts #aegon and helaena #marriage of labor #succession #politics #fire and blood #hotd critical #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aegon × helaena #helaegon #dynamics

[chemiosmotic]

i'm realizing that the indentured servitude situation in tlt appears to entirely be a thin setup for a fake dating plot.

#that should tell you something #afaik it's never brought up again. but yknow #one party in a relationship OWNING the other is pretty significant to their dynamic one should think !! #slavery // #theres no labor consideration anywhere else in the book. #j.txt

[takenoprizners]

Worker in a doll factory, Massachusetts, 1936

R. R. Donnelly Printing Letter Press. Photo by Torkel Korling, 1942

Men and machines_2 (vintage)

#men and machines #labor #male beauty #vintage photography #Raw male strength and powerful machines. #A greater affinity in past decades than today between masculine potency and mechanical dynamism.

[metanarrates]

Honestly as someone who does like tlt its very much a hit or miss series. Its got stuff that works and stuff that doesn't work (god knows I have my criticisms of it) and its got a LOT i know is very subjective and if the reader doesn't click with the prose/characters/humor it makes the books completely unreadable.

COMPLETELY. i can kinda see how someone would find the mix of wildly different prose styles fun, but it just feels like gothic dialogue cut with marvel level quipping to me. hated AND disliked.

#narrates #the big server critique was primarily around the cavaliers not being a coherent class if you wanted to know. #tlt has a reputation both for being anti imperialist AND for being Fucked Up. we felt for both aspects to work #we NEEDED to have a coherent class structure for necromancers/cavaliers #class politics in general honestly. hey where do the skeletal materials come from. what's the labor politics WITH skeletons #you can get a lot of really fucked up and interesting dissections OF class exploitation with that entire premise. #buuuuut necro/cav seemed to be more of a metaphor for codependent battle couple dynamics. didn't work for any of us #particularly wrt gideon as indentured servant.

[mikrokosmcs]

Luego  de  las  respectivas  charlas  con  sus  mecánicos  y  de  que  Suyeong  reflexionara  sobre  todo  lo  que  Karel  estaba  pasando  y  él,  no  estaba  siendo  un  buen  amigo  o  compañero  al  intentar  entenderlo,  las  cosas  entre  los  dos  se  calmaron  notablemente.  No  debía  ser  fácil  para  Karel  lidiar  con  toda  esa  información  nueva,  con  todas  esas  personas  que  sabían  más  de  su  propio  futuro  que  él  mismo  y  claro  estaba,  el  estrés  de  no  estar  en  su  lugar  seguro  y  en  la  luminiscencia  que  traía  la  ciudad,  estaba  cobrándole  factura.  Suyeong  intentó  no  agregar  más  estrés  obligándolo  a  probar  bocado,  sabiendo  lo  mucho  que  lo  aborrecía  ahora,  solo  dejando  ciertos  batidos  preparados  antes  de  salir  a  los  basureros  a  patrullar.  Se  movieron  a  varias  bases  de  NIMDA,  queriendo  acabar  con  las  prodiciones  de  una  antes  de  moverse  a  otra.  Esos  lugares  eran  tranquilos,  pero  por  lo  poco  que  Morris  lograba  recabar  al  conectarse  con  servidores  de  la  ciudad,  las  cosas  no  estaban  mejor  y  ahora  los  pro-androides  estaban  detrás  de  la  cabeza  de  todos  los  miembros  de  NIMDA.  Pronto  estarían  buscando  esos  escondites  en  medio  de  la  nada  y  es  cuando  realmente,  estarían  en  problemas.  Por  ende,  el  más  bajo  ideó  una  estrategia  nueva,  un  plan  diferente  y  aunque  era  muchísimo  más  riesgoso,  si  se  consumaba,  podrían  tener  más  seguridad  que  en  aquellos  escondites.  Fue  en  ese  instante,  donde  colocó  todas  sus  monedas  en  la  apuesta.    

El  rugido  de  la  motocicleta  se  apaga  dentro  de  un  edificio  abandonado,  cubriéndola  con  plásticos  negros  que  encontró  en  los  alrededores  para  cuando  llegase  el  momento  de  volver  a  usarla  o  si  una  emergencia  sucedía.  Suyeong  pasó  su  capucha  por  encima  de  la  cabeza  y  ayuda  a  Karel  a  acomodar  la  propia,  al  igual  que  la  máscara  sobre  su  rostro  que  le  brindaba  uno  nuevo,  Morris  había  liderado  el  camino  susurrando  en  su  oído  si  es  que  había  personas  o  seguridad  publica  alrededor,  moviéndose  como  en  un  laberinto  hasta  que  alguien  le  abrió  las  puertas  traseras  de  Crystal  Heart.  Su  brazo  se  mantiene  alrededor  de  Karel  en  todo  momento,  la  otra  mano  está  lista  para  desenfundar  el  arma  en  su  muslo.  Caminan  en  silencio  por  pasillos  de  metal,  subiendo  un  elevador  hasta  la  parte  más  alta  del  burdel  donde  la  Madam  esperaba.  Las  puertas  se  corren  y  Sonia  aguarda  en  sus  propios  aposentos  en  la  cabeza  de  una  mesa  baja  rodeada  de  sake  y  té  caliente,  dos  cojines  les  esperan  a  él  y  Saem  como  invitados.  Suspira,  por  fin  pudiendo  destensarse  y  quitarse  la  capucha  del  rostro.  -  —Ha  pasado  tiempo,  gracias  por  permitir  que  nos  quedemos  —  -la  mujer,  con  una  pipa  larga  y  uñas  rojas  cual  carmín  parece  inmutable  por  el  tiempo,  su  negro  cabello  está  en  un  recogido  y  algunos  mechones  caen  alrededor  de  su  rostro,  los  ojos  de  un  color  similar  a  sus  uñas  indican  que  son  un  obsequio  dado  por  alguien  antes  de  desecharla  hace  muchos  años  atrás.  Exhala  el  humo  de  su  tabaco,  moviendo  la  mano  restante  como  si  quitara  importancia.  “Eres  como  mi  niño,  Suyeong.  ¿Una  madre  la  cierra  las  puertas  de  su  casa  a  su  propio  hijo?”  No  sabe  si  son  las  palabras  o  es  la  frustración  de  todos  esos  días  inciertos  que  le  hacen  tener  un  nudo  en  la  garganta,  inclinándose  para  tomar  aquella  misma  mano  y  besar  como  siempre,  las  joyas  en  sus  dedos.  Suyeong  se  queda  apoyando  su  frente  en  la  extremidad,  necesitando  esos  segundos  de  consuelo  de  alguien  a  quien  respeta  y  admira.  “Estoy  feliz  de  saber  que  estás  con  vida”.

#* ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dialogue ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ yang suyeong ⠀ ❫ #* ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ dynamic ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ suyeong & karel ⠀ ❫ #xwishingscar #* ⠀ 🧁 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ plot ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ deus ex machina ⠀ ❫ #* ⠀ 🧁 ⠀ ╱ ⠀ verse ⠀ 、 ⠀ ❪ ⠀ i am seeking a voice that is lost beyond our sight; i go further to follow your light ⠀ ❫ #alguien dele unas vacaciones a sullyvan dklsñdsds #mira lo que ocasionas #me dejas sola y la labor del starter #y hago un fic(???) #s*

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

sometimes i think about how naomi’s family went from five to four to three people

Ehh, let's be honest that Dan was dead weight anyway. Rachel's a major loss. Dan (whatever happened to him post-#49) not so much.

#animorphs #animorphs spoilers #rachel berenson #dan berenson #to be clear: i LOVE how well the books convey the dynamic of dan being 'the fun one' and never doing any of the hard work of parenting #while naomi gets to be 'the bad guy' because she puts in 100% of the labor -- parenting and career -- and sets all the boundaries #but it also means i love to hate dan #because let's be real: #we all know at least one or two sets of coparents exactly like naomi and dan

[dammit-stark]

now that we know obi wan would canonically spoil Anakin’s kids, I wanna write a modern au where Anakin’s a single dad and Obi Wan’s his best friend and they both have these very complicated feelings for each other that they’re dutifully ignoring but in the midst of it all toddlers luke and leia call obi wan uncle and he babysits for them and gives them so much love and the ever-insightful leia keeps asking why uncle obi acts so weird around dad so he bribes her with ice cream and pretty things

#the day padme comes to pick up the kids she picks up on the vibes immediately and laughs herself hoarse #luke is completely oblivious unlike his sister but he still gets spoiled by uncle obi regardless #the protective guardian dynamics of tv-obi wan compounded by his complicated feelings for one anakin skywalker is exactly what I want #obi wan has a boring office job at city hall and anakin bullies him for it but Leia is very curious #obi wan taking Leia to bring your daughter to work day even before they get together bc he knows Leia’s interested by politics 😭😭 #i feel like anakin would have a physical labor sort of job #maybe he does construction for Sith Corp or something #they met in hs and were friends through college and had a falling out when padme was pregnant but Anakin’s always been too important to obi #and now he’s determined to make ammends #ammends as in banging it out in Anakin’s closet so the kids don’t hear ayoooo #either anakin or obi wan is oblivious that the other one is making moves on them in this fic but I’m not sure which #all this to say I love a modern au single dad anakin obikin fic okay #obikin #anakin/obi wan #anakin skywalker/obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #Star Wars #star wars fic #star wars modern au

[gravid-transluna]

Two Birthdays: Part Two

words: 1148

content: lactation, milking, birth denial, fpreg

They exited the restroom together and for the next hour, Noemi mingled near the pool bar, a drink in hand, and endured the powerful, relentless contractions. Mari stood beside her, and the first time another contraction struck she saw Noemi double over, muscles banding her belly, legs widening instinctively.

“Oh,” she whispered. “OH. I’m pushinnng-hnnngh.”

“No, you’re not,” Mari hissed back. “You can do this.” She placed a covert hand on Noemi’s curved back, massaging it gently, already accustomed to touching Noemi’s exposed, laboring body.

Noemi straightened, and painstakingly closed her legs as much as she could, attempting to hold her baby firm in her canal. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her grunts diminished into effortful pants.

“That’s it, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “I don’t think anybody noticed.”

“Good,” Noemi moaned under her breath. “Good. I’m feeling like pushing all the time now, even when the contraction’s gone. There’s so much pressure, right between my legs.”

Another contraction that hour had Noemi leaning heavily on Mari for support, her obtrusive belly pushing into Mari’s own flat tummy, making Mari wonder at the sensation of such a packed, heavy womb. She could feel the steely stretched muscles rippling against her. The skin contact moved heat from Mari’s stomach to between her legs, and again her pussy was beating, quick and warm like a pulse. She worried that she was leaking through her bikini bottom now, dizzied by arousal. Then Noemi moaned in her ear, arms wrapped around her shoulders, and Mari felt a wetness drip down her inner thigh.

“Aye, go get your mom!”

“Should she be drinking in that state?”

Luckily, everyone was too drunk at this point to think much about it.

Contractions were gripping Noemi mercilessly now, with barely any pause or respite, and she was barely holding on every time, fighting her body, her deep primal instinct to bear down against the baby in her canal. Every time Mari anchored her, caressing her hard belly, urging her gently, just hang on a little while longer. The last contraction left Noemi senseless with pain and need, foggy-headed. Her legs were permanently spread now, stance ridiculously wide.

“Oh, dear…” she breathed, and Mari followed her gaze to her front. Two wet spots had formed in her bikini top, nipples standing straight through the fabric.

“Ms. Noemi,” Mari said, summoning her courage. She looked Noemi in the eye. “Let me help you.”

Noemi let herself be led to the restrooms again, barely able to put one foot in front of the other, everything about her so full and aching.

“You don’t need to come in with me,” she said. “I can, ah, expel the milk on my own.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Noemi,” Mari said. “I promised I’d take care of you.”

Noemi was blushing hard now, appearing almost drunk in her labored state. She allowed Mari to sit her down on the toilet. Mari gently teased the white bikini top from her breasts, and Noemi shivered, curling her toes at just the light brush of fabric against her sensitive nipples. Her dark areolas spread over her breasts, and around them blue veins ran through soft, tan skin. Her nipples jutted stiffly, heavy and laden, beaded at the tips with milk.

Mari set the flat of her hand against one and marveled as more milk beaded at the surface and then began to drip down the swell of Noemi’s breast and onto the long shelf of her belly. Noemi hissed, a sharp intake of air.

“Okay?”

Noemi nodded, unable to speak. Keep going.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Mari said. She sat on Noemi’s lap and clamped her mouth around her nipple, cupping her other breast in her hand. Milk spurted from both breasts in tiny forceful streams. Noemi clapped a hand over her mouth to contain a sharp noise of pleasure and release, her back arching, other hand raised, opening and closing in the air. Mari suckled, feeling Noemi squirm under her, and lowered her free hand between her own legs, strumming her clit. Suddenly Noemi’s belly went hard again and she threw back her head to moan loudly, and Mari couldn’t tell whether from ecstasy or agony or a thrilling mixture of both.

“Oh, oh—Mari, please don’t—don’t stop. Fuck.”

Mari continued to suckle and the hand groping Noemi’s breast slid to her swell instead, tracing her linea nigra. There was no give to the surface, drum-tight, and Mari could feel Noemi’s belly seize violently, driving her baby down in a deep, involuntary push. Noemi’s moan lowered, guttural with sudden pushing, and Mari instantly took her lips away from Noemi’s breast. The milk stream diminished to dribble, her breasts not even close to being drained. Noemi squirmed at the sudden lapse.

“No pushing, remember?” Mari had settled well into a dominant role, playing out her ultimate fantasy, Noemi utterly receptive, responding to her every demand.

She breathed, slowly, and her hard belly relaxed somewhat.

“Good,” Mari said.

Noemi shuddered. “Yes, just—please. Continue.”

Mari smiled and said something she’d always wanted to say to Noemi: “Good girl.” The faint marks in the corners of her mouth, the maturity in her maternal hips, the refined elegance of her fingers—it was all subversive.

“I’ve never—never been called that by anyone,” Noemi panted. “Especially not someone nearly twenty years my junior.”

Mari bent her head again and Noemi’s lips tightened in preparation. She latched back onto her nipple, milk gushing into her mouth, and began to thumb Noemi’s stony pointed navel, her entire belly an erogenous zone at this point, her navel the sensory peak. Noemi nearly shrieked, delirious, and beneath her thighs Mari felt her hips bucking, building not only toward delivery now, but a climax. Mari continued to masturbate herself furiously, working her mouth at the same time, sinking her teeth lightly into Noemi’s breast, just enough to leave light, red marks. Noemi’s thighs began to quake with tremors and Mari’s pussy squeezed tight, clit bared—she gasped against Noemi’s soft chest at the same time that Noemi’s lips parted in a perfect O. Then they both trembled through watery orgasms.

Noemi looked at her with glassy eyes, hazy. She leaned in, lips soft and open and receptive for a kiss—then stopped, delicate features twisting into a grimace, and released a thunderous groan, lifting her bottom off the toilet seat with the force of her pushing. Her eyes went wide. Mari could tell something had changed. She was feeling something, deep inside of herself.

She tried to articulate the sensation. “Guh—the baby, it’s—mmmm, it’s right between—the baby’s in my vagina!”

Mari looked at her. She was desperate, out of control, her face flushed and beaded with sweat, moist short hair clinging to her forehead. Her contracting belly, lower than ever.

Mari leaned forward and rammed a kiss onto her lips, and made her taste her own milk.

#fpreg #giving birth #birth denial #breast milk #labor kink #birth kink #pregnant kink #fxf smut #dom/sub dynamics

[dinneratgrannys]

How do you know that wasn't one of Hades' tricks? Because I know.

#ouatedit #onceuponatimeedit #killianjonesedit #captainswanedit #once upon a time #ouat #killian jones #captain swan #s5 #5x13 labor of love #character: killian jones #dynamic: captain swan #event: rewatch 22

[stilin-ski]

the big brother/little sister energy of ben and nat is so important to me

#he saw that little bisexual teenager and said ‘that’s my sister now.’ #obsessed with their dynamic #Shauna is bleeding out during labor and he’s like peace out homies #but he stumbled upon nat in the woods and he’s like ‘I found just a New Home!’ #what a freak I love him #ben scott #coach scott #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets

[magentagalaxies]

Jessamine is Passionate About Fictional AI Sentience But Not Real AI Sentience: An Essay

one thing about me is when it comes to talk of "sentient" AI irl i 100% don't buy it like technology is not that advanced and being able to act like a person doesn't make it a person, however whenever there's a question about if a fictional AI character is sentient i will go to bat for that character's humanity 100% of a time like fuck you they have just as much of a right to personhood as anyone else

i think it's bc in fiction like. all of these characters are fake, so distinguishing between which characters are fake-real and fake-fake is like. why limit yourself to what could happen in our world. like if we're already dealing with a universe where aliens/magic/etc. exists, why can't this android justifiably be as human as anyone else? plus irl almost all AI software is developed as part of this capitalistic hell structure we're in. no matter how "real" or "human" it feels, its function is to make you contribute to its creators' wealth, and its inability to go against this nature can't help but make it feel hollow and inhuman. however, all the best AI characters in fiction are able to go against their designated purpose, often being defined by it, and often being villainized for it

in our real world, the AI's "immoral" "behavior" is a product of it being a Things that serves capitalism. it's not making choices based on a sense of self beyond what it has been told to prioritize, and a lot of times this lack of human judgment can lead to terrible consequences (e.g. mental health AI chatbots that cannot accurately judge a situation and give appropriate advice, employed because it's cheaper than hiring human staff). but in fiction? AI's immoral behavior is frequently a product of it going against its designated purpose, seeing itself as a person and having to make difficult and morally questionable choices in order to strive for the feelings of personhood and autonomy. this is a far more interesting situation ethically (while an AI itself cannot be seen as morally responsible for its actions in our world, in fiction this AI wants to be a person so badly it's willing to commit moral wrongs to achieve its goal, despite the fact that true personhood would allow it to be seen as morally responsible for these crimes) which i think is also why AI characters, especially those that, y'know, kill people, are often very polarizing figures. this conversation can even be taken a step further into the "liking a fictional character does not mean condoning their actions" discourse, but i also often think about well, if you were in the position of this AI character, would you have done the same?

personally i've always found it very easy to empathize with "artificial" characters like clones, robots, etc. and fictional AI is no different. yes, if you're watching a piece of media and expecting the logic of our world, the AI is fake, and incapable of being a person. but if you're watching a piece of media with the goal of emotionally connecting to fictional characters (who are all inherently fake) and exploring universal themes through a heightened setting, AI characters are one of the most interesting tropes to explore this with. personally, I love AI characters because there's something so vivid about knowing you were designed for a specific purpose/life path and ultimately realizing that's not the life you, personally, want to live. your designers and the world around you doesn't even recognize you as a being that should be capable of wanting anything, much less something completely different, so achieving the life you want is an uphill battle of convincing others of your humanity and, when that often isn't possible, having to resort to the most extreme tactics to claw your way out of the life you were supposed to lead. you know no matter how close you get to this ideal life, there's always going to be some part of you that keeps others from perceiving you as "human", but you learn to embrace that and see every mundane experience as a major achievement

this narrative is especially relatable to me as a neurodivergent/nonbinary person, but i think it can be relatable for many different marginalized identities in different ways, or anyone whose "humanity" has been something often denied to them. but because people are often expecting fictional AI to follow the same logic as actual AI, when i defend robot characters who want to kill their human creators, people give me weird looks like i'm advocating for that in real life. listen, if our current AI situation feasibly produced an AI who was invented for one specific purpose but somehow fucking hated her job and was able to pursue a new life and was also queer (all without any of this being by design) then hell yeah i support her, but that's not what's happening. and in our current capitalistic chatbot hellscape where every company wants to convince you that you're chatting with a super intelligent AI friend to get you to pay for a premium membership, sometimes you have to hold fiction and reality to different standards and enjoy this story about a quest for humanity while also accepting that the people this journey applies to in our real world are often the ones being taken advantage of in our increasingly AI-dominated real world.

idk this was originally supposed to be a short post about how it's funny that i'm so goddamn passionate about AI characters in media while also not being into AI in the real world, but then i got thinking about why this is specifically and came to an interesting conclusion imo. tbh it's very surprising that i don't currently have any of my own projects featuring AI characters fighting for their own humanity bc it's a theme i love so much that i've rarely seen done right and i have so many opinions on it. maybe i will write something about this at some point, but for now if you have any pieces of media you enjoy with AI who are absolutely worthy of personhood pls send them my way!

#this post is obviously inspired by how much i love the concept of droid23 and constantly mourn their wasted potential #fans so often reduce them to ''evil doubles'' and have even questioned if emdroid is actually designed for violence #and the writers seem to endorse this villain interpretation #but personally? i think it's so much more interesting to think of them as real people in their own rights #yes their actions are immoral. but if they hadn't made that choice they themselves would never get to live any kind of life #and i think the story's so much more fascinating if this capitalistic structure that brought them into existence just for cheap labor #is the real villain #and the android/clone ''murderers'' while still committing a heinous act are given empathy for how they were forced into that situation #bc the only alternative would be to be denied any kind of personhood #i'm also thinking about cyborg noodle (bc i've been on a gorillaz kick lately) #idk if they've done anything with the character since phase 3 when noodle went missing #but i think it's fascinating the idea of like. noodle was canonically part of a child supersoldier experiment as a little kid #basically being designed for the life purpose of being a soldier. but instead she joined gorillaz to be a guitarist #and then when she went missing murdoc made a cyborg clone of her to be the new guitarist #but as soon as the real noodle came back they didn't need her anymore #and it would also be fascinating to bring cyborg noodle back bc noodle as a character essentially grew up throughtout the phases #(like she was 10 years old in the debut album‚ 14-ish in demon days‚ 18-ish in plastic beach‚ now she'd be in her 30s) #but i think the cyborg would always be a clone of noodle in phase two #so idk i doubt they'll do anything with this bc it's too character-heavy #but i'm very curious what the dynamic would be if they brought cyborg-noodle back. and if she wanted to be seen as her own person #especially if she's very different than the noodle we know today bc the ''real'' noodle has grown separately

[samwiselastname]

sorry to just fucking explode in those tags, and I promise I'm not, as the kids say today, sub-xeeting anyone. there is a single relationship in my life where this dynamic has improved and I'm very lucky to still be a part of it. the fact of the matter is while I am absolutely an early-death style basket case with a brain that quakes like ill-advised aspic, who has to wikihow every home task, who reads "how to clean X" articles for fun, and yet repeatedly destroys tools when attempting home repairs... I do not suffer chronic pain. except when I do. and when I do I have very attentive support, support that has become increasingly anticipatory in recent years in a way I'm very thankful for

#when living with people like yourself... how long you can keep yourself from burning out becomes the deciding factor in labor division #regardless of whether gender dynamics are present