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whore-era · 1 year

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hii could you make a pornstar!ellie x reader imagine with any storyline! or a pornstar!ellie x reader headcanons? i absolutely love your work especially your ellie imagines! <3

pornstar!ellie headcanon: comforting her girlfriend 18+

not sure if this was what anon was asking, but this is what i came up with! enjoy!! mentions sex and bdsm/kinks, beware

under the alias, ellie sins (lets not talk about it), ellie williams never thought she'd find a stable and healthy relationship because of her career, but here you were, the girlfriend of one of the most infamous pornstars under the 'lesbian' category on any adult site.

being a pornstar's girlfriend brought out some unprecedented feelings you never thought you'd experience, insecurity.

of course you'd feel insecure, she fucked beautiful, sexy women for a LIVING

getting off from work and climbing into your shared bed inside your shared apartment, ellie greets you with a cuddle, "hey beautiful, how was your day?", she asks pressing a kiss behind your shoulder, "mmm, 'twas alright. just did some errands and picked up some groceries— oh! i found those animal crackers you loved so much so i picked those up," you smile, and her eyes light up. "yes! thank you, babe," biting your lip anxiously, your curiosity gets the best of you, "how was your day at work?" ellie turns over in bed to look at the ceiling, "oh, you know— same old, same old. just filmed another scene today." "how was it?" "it was fine, don't really feel like talking about it. it wore me out."

you tried not to pry about what went on when she was filming, but you couldn't help it. ellie has voiced that she never really liked talking about what she did at work in general, and she always reminded you that what she filmed and what people watched in private was never the same as the 'real thing'.

curiosity killed the cat, and you just had to search. ellie sins.

numerous thumbnails of her fucking gorgeous, more appealing women popped up, sending you down a hole. video after video played on your phone, ellie sins was dominant, degrading, controlling, and aggressive. the girls she would work with were stunning and fit and sensual and experienced and — not you. you began to have doubts about why ellie was with you in the first place.

"baby? you okay?," ellie asks, snapping you out of your deep thought, "you've been quiet ever since i got home. anything on your mind, sweet girl?" she queries. you hesitate to answer, not wanting her to know that you were watching her videos, but you were overwhelmed with emotion.

you burst into tears and covered your face with your hands, the cuffs of your sleeves over your fingers. "baby. hey, hey, hey," ellie takes you in her arms, "what's wrong? c'mon, tell me." she gently takes hold of your wrists, pulling them apart to reveal your face — all red and flushed, eyes puffy and wet with tears.

"i-i'm sorry, els," you hiccup, "i know you don't like talking about work— and i was curious—" hiccup, "and i just had to search—" hiccup, "and i watched some videos—"

the realization hits ellie, "you watched some of my videos?" she interrupts your ramble. you nod, and she lets out a chuckle, "if you were so curious about what i did, why didn't you ask?" you look down, fiddling with your fingers, "'cus it seems like you never wanna talk about it." a small smile forms on ellie's face and she takes you in her lap, "well, yea, silly girl. my type of work drains me dry and when i'm with you, i just wanna focus on you and you only." "yea, well, you're working with these sexy and experienced girls all day," you confess, "they're so pretty and curvy and fit and—"

ellie cuts you off with a kiss, "they aren't you," she whispers, pulling away, "they don't have your warm eyes or your adorable nose. they don't have your amazing fucking body, stretch marks and all. they don't sing to ice spice in the kitchen while they make dinner. they don't road rage like you do when someone cuts them off on the freeway," her compliment elicits a giggle from you, "those girls i work with, they're cool and all, but they could never compare to you, baby."

"how 'bout we do this. you come with me to work tomorrow and see what i really do on the daily?"

"AND CUT!" the loud shout of the woman causes ellie and her co-star, cat, to stop and pull away. under the hot, fluorescent studio lights combined with the numerous people watching and the repetitive amount of takes, you then realize that porn isn't really like how it is online. it's actually, super awkward and exhausting work to perform. you would pat every pornstar on the back if you could.

bringing ellie her robe and a bottle of water, she slips it on and uncaps the water, gulping it down. "you did really great, babe! i'm so proud!" you dote, giving her a kiss on the cheek, evoking a smile from her. "thank you, baby," she responds. "i never knew someone could squirt so much! like wow, it just kept spurting out, i thought she would've passed out from dehydration," you express in amusement, gaining a loud laugh from your girlfriend. "yea, it's all just effects and stimulants. not so fun."

ellie's co-star, cat, appears in front of you, donned in a silk robe with mascara streams still down her face from the amount of times ellie fucked her ass with the strap. "oh my god!! you must be the girlfriend!" cat exclaims, she pulls you in for a tight hug. "i've heard so much about you! it's so nice to finally put a face to the name!" and the two of you indulge in conversation, discovering that you and co-star indeed had a lot in common.

watching from a distance, ellie watches you interact with cat. her heart swelled in her chest, grateful that she took the risk of dating instead of letting her career hold her back. ellie was lucky to have met someone as understanding and amazing as you, and she was even more thankful that you were open to getting to know her world. and she would spend the rest of the time that you two are together reminding you that no matter how many girls she works with on a daily basis, that she'll always come home to you.

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x reader fluff #ellie x reader angst #ellie williams x reader fluff

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ashecampos · 2 months

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ANYONE BUT HER 4

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety. janis being adorable.

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

there will be more parts to this, make sure to re-blog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies

"hey y/n wait up" i hear Damien's voice echo through the nearly empty halls of Northshore. i turn to see the boy a few feet away from me, he makes quick work of speed walking over. "you headed to gym?" he queries. i nod fixing the strap on my backpack "yeah, wanna walk together?" i look over to see Janis walking down the hall towards us. i send her a sweet smile, only two days ago we where in the art classroom kissing, we have been getting closer by the day. she walks over and slings her arm over my shoulder with a smirk. "so gym?" she looks between me and Damien.

after walking to class we end up being told to go change because our first lesson we would be doing athletics. to this i smile knowing athletics would be a breeze for me. i look over my shoulder to see Janis already changed clad in some grey sweatpants and a dark blue tank top. i laugh a little at her annoyed look before turning around, changing into my own grey Nike sweats and a black Nike hoodie.

out on the fields we meet back up with Damien who is wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. i laugh at both of them, earning death glares. "you two are going to freeze" they look at me as if im crazy.

half an hour or so into the lesson i am running the 100 meters and lock eyes with Janis who is stood at the side with Damien, both of them have their arms crossed over their torsos, clearly cold from the bitter morning air, the fact that neither of them have made an attempt to join in would also be contributing to the fact that they are cold. i send them both a mocking smirk while continuing to run. i hit the 100 meters point and another student clicks the stop button on the stopwatch. smiling they call the teacher over, he looks at the timing and pats my shoulder "think about joining the track team yeah, also please try to get those two to participate or they will get a fail" he pushes me in the direction off who i assume would be Janis and Damien but damn how i was wrong. i look up and see none other than Regina George and Karen Shetty. i go to walk away from them but one of them stops me, their hand landing on my forearm "hey you're y/n right?" i turn to see the one and only Regina George is talking to me. i nod and try to walk away again, those are not the people i want to associate with. "im sorry about what happened between you and Bea, what she done was really fucked up." the blonde speaks up again, this time i turn around to face her, she has a sincere smile on her face. "you do know im not just the tragic lesbian who got cheated on, im also your boyfriends sister" i say with a chuckle, she also laughs and walks closer to me "i know, so tell me does your brother like Mexican food?" she smiles a sweet smile. i laugh and nod "yeah he does a lot, here give me your snapchat and ill send you the directions to his favourite place." i roll my eyes back to her. she's actually not as bad as people say. she puts her snapchat in my phone and she adds me back, we say out farewells and i make my way back to a confused Damien and a jealous looking Janis. "did she seriously just get your number?" Janis says going red in the face. i laugh a little and put my hand on her cheek, "hey no don't worry she was just asking about Aaron" i half lie, not wanting Janis to go middle- school sissy les- bunson burner on Regina again and get suspended again.

she lets the topic go and shivers a little, i laugh and look at her "i told you that you will be cold" i say while taking my hoodie off and handing it to her, she looks at me for a few seconds, beginning to blush before taking the hoodie out of my hands and thanking me, she puts it on and smiles. i grab her hand and lift it up for her to spin, she laughs and obliges, but not without rolling her eyes first. once we are both face to face she pauses, locking eyes with someone behind me, which causes her to let go of my hand and avoid eye contact. i turn to look at who made her freeze up all of a sudden and see Bea, Jason and Shane stood about five meters away. i lock eyes with Bea who looks furious as she stomps over, arm linked with Jason's. they come up to me and Janis. Janis steps in front of me just as Shane goes to swing at me, she merely blocks his punch and is shoved out of the way while Shane comes closer to me. he lands most of his punches before i retaliate, i shove him and kick him in the balls, making him topple over, i then kick him in the knee so he cant stand up, i go to hit him in the face when i am dragged away by the coach, Janis grabs my hand to calm me down. the coach tells Shane to go clean up and tells me to go to the principle's office.

Janis follows me and drags me into the bathroom, pulling me towards the sinks. she lifts me up and sits me down before grabbing a stack of paper towels, wetting half of them and coming towards me. she stands between my legs and places the wet paper towel on my bloody eyebrow, wiping the blood off, making me squirm under her touch. "shh its okay baby, I'm here" she says grabbing my chin with her left hand and using her right to wipe blood off of my face, our faces inches apart our eyes locked in on each others. her left hand leaves my chin and finds its way to my waist.

"y/n y/l/n i swear to fucking god if you get suspended on my second day of school here i will literally kill you." the bathroom door slams open and incomes a worried Tess, she is holding her books and phone. she sees what she has walked in on and slowly backs away with her books covering her face. "i totally just cockblocked yall" she shrieks happily before snapping a photo and running out of the bathroom.

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"hello miss y/l/n i have been informed that you had a little bit of a fight earlier. " Mr Duvall states with a serious face. i sit opposite him with my head down, looking at the floor beneath me. "we have two choices here. either i have to suspend you or you agree to an plea deal." he leans forward a little knowing he has me trapped in his little trap. "and what deal would that be?" i say rolling my eyes. "you tutor Janis Imi-ike in drama, gym and Spanish" he says with a smile thinking he has me trapped. luckily for me this is perfect.

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[with Damien and the girls]

"so how do we get the two lovers together?" Damien turns to cady who is sat next to him jotting down math problems, she looks up and shrugs at the boy. "hey look its Tess" she says as the other girl comes running over to the two, phone in hand, her arms flailing, she looks like a loony as she plops herself down next to the two. "you will NEVER guess what i just walked in on" she screams dramatically, making the other two friends cringe. Damien catches a glimpse of the photo she has opened on her phone and practically screams. "TESSA GEORGE no you did not" he hits the girl multiple times as the girl holds the phone up to his face, revealing what she indeed did walk in on just moments ago. "this may be easier than we thought then guys" cady interrupts the others screaming. "shh Janis is coming she cant know our secret plan" Damien hushes the girls just in time as Janis reaches the tree and sits down.

"that girl will be the death of me" she sighs but is nudged by Damien "girl shut the hell up, you have been hopelessly in love with her since middle school, and the time when she gives you an ounce of attention you try to back away and pretend to hate her guts." he glares at his best friend while Cady and Tess sit watching in shock

"you should totally tell her Janis, yes Bea has fucked with her for years but i know that you are good for her and she is good for you. i wont let you dismiss your feelings for my best friend."

"how would i even tell her?" Janis says looking at Tess, which in turn earns a shit eating grin.

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hey guys, sorry if this chapter is super short, this is just a filler chapter but the next chapter shall be twice as long just for you guys. thanks again for reading, see you next chapter <3

#reader insert #x y/n #janis #janis imike #janis x y/n #janis x reader #janis imike x reader #meangirls #meangirls2024 #reginageorge #cadyheron #damien hubbard #aaron samuels

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gladtobeagirl · 7 months

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Bad Day

As some of you know I have recently started a new job as a school administrator at a local school. It takes pupils, both boys and girls aged 11- 18. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time there - until today. This morning, when I arrived at school, the head teacher asked if he could have a quick word with me in his office. It seems that a MEMBER OF STAFF had queried if it was appropriate that I should be using the female toilets!

Before I go any further, I should emphasise that the head teacher was totally on my side and he was only informing me of the matter so that I didn't hear about it in casual conversation. He was even angrier than I was! The school has two teen transboys amongst the pupils and trys to teach tolerance, support and understanding. I'm ashamed to say that I was so angry I started crying ...

He's told me to take the rest of the day off while he deals with the matter. He will be seeing the member of staff involved today and will be dealing with them in the strongest terms. They may possibly even be suspended.

So I'm back at home for the rest of the day. Part of me is pleased that the school has taken such a strong stance in supporting me. But I'm also worried. Sooner or later the matter will become pubic knowledge - especially if the person involved IS suspended. Then there wil be talk about me and people will start taking sides and everything could become very messy. I don't hide the fact I'm transgender but I don't go out of my way to advertise it either, especially in a work setting. Some of the staff here know I'm trans and don't seem phased by it in the least - one teacher who knew even asked me if I'd like to go for a drink sometime and seemed very disappointed when I told him I lived with my girlfriend. Eventually, I guess, the pupils will get to hear about it and I'll have to think about how I'm going to handle that! Apparently, at the moment a lot of the teen boys haven't got beyond thinking I've got a 'nice arse'!

I just wish we could all grow-up! It's 2023 for God's sake! No-one would be interested if I was just a lesbian or if I had a physical disability. But being trans is different. It seems to make me a potential threat in some way. Anyway, the head teacher is going to telephone me later to tell me what he's decided to do with the person involved. Until then I'll just have to make the most of my unexpected day off. Is 10.15 in the morning too early to open a bottle of wine? Katie XX

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booppooo · 2 years

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hi hi!! i saw u asking for request and i wanted to know if you could write about ellie x fem!reader playing 7mih (7 minutes in heaven) at a party!! (modern AU or not doesn’t matter) Ellie and reader have always had a thing for each other and things get steamy when they go to play!!

Seven Seconds

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: omg omg omg this is just AAA (btw i like the idea of modern AU but for some reason I can’t imagine Ellie as a college lady killer LMAO)

Warnings: gay stuff duh, fingering, semi-exhibitionism?, party, drinking, Ellie being a hunk, swearing, dirty talk

(balengiga on twitter)

It was the end of semester party.

There was loud music, cheap booz, bright lights, and a thick layer of smoke hovering over the living room (A.K.A dancefloor). Despite all of this though, all you noticed was her. The way she smelled like eucalyptus and mint, her forest eyes admiring you in the most sultry way, full lips mouthing the words to the song. She made everything disappear and all your nerves tingle with excitement - the only thing keeping you from hiding in the corner was the three cheap beers warming your stomach.

You felt up your torso and chest as you danced closer to her. This made her bite her lip and through the music you heard her hum in delight. All night she had avoided laying a hand on you and it made you all that more desperate for her, forcing you to pull all the stops even for just one hand on your hip.

Anything for Ellie.

Ellie the lady killer. Ellie the star basketball player (don’t let her height fool you - her size made her that much quicker and agile). Ellie the guitar prodigy. Ellie the misses steal your girl.

Ellie, the one who had you wrapped around her perfect finger for months.

You knew it was a bad idea to let her have a place in your heart and make butterflies explode in your stomach, but you couldn’t help yourself. Everything about her had you running circles and blushing. She made you a damn fool.

Yet you pressed on, hoping that if you worked hard enough you’d get into her pants and finally get over her.

Though all your efforts were crushed when Jessie popped up beside you and drunkenly urged Ellie to come play seven minutes in heaven. He even took Ellie by surprise and made her slightly frown, forcing her attention away from you.

“Uh yeah, I’ll be there.” She replied flatly, nodding at his departure and immediately locking her eyes back onto you, leaning down toward your ear, “C’mom babe.”

It took a lot more self control than you wanted to admit to prevent you from giggling and snatching up her hand like a child on Christmas morning, so you pinched your bottom lip between your teeth and silently followed her out of the crowd, heart fluttering at how she would sneak looks over her should to make sure you were there. Even when you reached the basement and she took up the love seat, she patted the spot next to her leaving you like a crushing schoolgirl.

What you didn’t know was that Ellie had a thing for you too. Much more than a thing actually. She knew her reputation around campus was the token lesbian whom every girl fled to as a rebound or to experiment with, and she didn’t mind that because at the end of the day she got more pussy than you could count on both hands (more than most of the frat guys had ever gotten that is). She embellished this part of her and enjoyed her connection-free hookups.

Until you came along.

It was the same thing at first, just another pretty girl who clearly wanted to spend some time in bed with her which was completely fine - routine even. But as time went on and you two hung out more, she realized that every moment she wasn’t with you her cup was empty, she grew irritable and monotone. Even her friends noticed this and queried her what would posses her to get so grumpy. Every time she would deny it was the lack of your presence because she didn’t even want to admit it to herself, so how was she expected to blurt it out to her closest friends? But everyone saw through the bullshit.

Everyone but you and Ellie knew that Ellie was in love with you.

So when you took a seat next to her on the love seat and your perfume tickled her nose her breathing stuttered. All she wanted was to be next to you, but every time you were it made her knees wobble and cheeks hot…at least on the inside.

Her lean arm rested along the back of the love seat and she inched closer to you - still never touching - haphazardly claiming you. On the coffee table in the center of the room was the empty beer bottle, surrounding it was a room of eager players, ready to let their horny-drunk selves rue the night.

“Last ones down spins!” Dina giggled, wiggling a brow at you and Ellie.

Ellie glanced at you briefly with a smirk to mask how nervous she was beneath the surface. The odds of the bottle landing on you were slim to none and the last thing she wanted to do was give off the impression that she was open to anyone. Yet, she silently prayed and spun.

The bottle rattled against the table starting off as an amber blur and slowing down as the seconds passed. Ellie’s heart hammered against her ribs and her fingers felt numb with worry, staring down the bottle as if she could change its trajectory. Everyone scooted closer to the table, clinging onto the edge of their seats to see who would be awarded with seven glorious minutes with Ellie the womanizer, each rattle of the bottle was even more nerve racking than the last.

Then it stopped.

The end was pointing at you, and now every set of eyes in the room was either glaring at you or staring you down with curiosity. A handful of people ‘ooo’ed and ‘ahhh’ed, adding to your already skyrocketing anxiety.

But then you looked at Ellie and all of it fizzled away; all you saw was her copper toned hair in a half up do and excited gaze, pretty freckles and smug smirk. She stood from her seat and looked down at you like you were her new toy, enjoying the pink on your cheeks and the way you picked at your nails.

“Don’t make me wait.”

At that you all but jumped from your seat at her and took the hand she had offered to you. It wasn’t exactly a hand on your hip or chest but it’ll do. You felt her calloused finger tips and rougher palm, the way her hand almost swallowed yours and her lithe fingers wrapping kindly around yours. Her touch alone made you burst into flames.

After you stepped into the closet she called out to start the timer and locked the door behind her, a few seconds of darkness shared by your bodies until she tugged the chain to turn on the lightbulb.

You saw the shit eating grin plastered on her face, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you breathed, afraid to speak any louder.

Some silent seconds passed before you realized your time was dwindling and fast. You didn’t want to wait any longer but you didn’t want to throw yourself on Ellie and prove how hungry you were for her, you could save yourself at least that much embarrassment. But Ellie had other plans.

Swiftly and expertly she pulled you flush against her with one hand on your hip and the other cupping your jaw. She waited briefly to let you catch your barrings, and when she felt your hands against her back she swooped in for your lips. At first she was slow, kissing you gently and cautiously all while letting her fingers dance under the waist band of your bottoms. Then she took you by surprise by slipping her tongue past your lips to swipe over your own. It was no secret that she had taken this entire endeavor into her own hands, gladly controlling the reigns.

Her hips slammed into yours to pin you against the wall, meanwhile her fingers tangled into your hair and tugged softly, a low hum rumbled in your throat. Finally her hand crept down your naval and beneath your panties, feeling the lacy material and grinning into your deep and messy kiss. Before moving to your jaw and neck to leave marks she stopped to whisper in your ear.

“You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you,” she snapped the band of your panties and grinned at your small gasp.

She nipped at your collarbone confidently, other hand had slipped under your bra as she ran her fingers through your womanhood. She was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Fingers coated in your slick, she made sure to tease you before smashing her lips back onto yours, “So fucking wet for me. C’mon spread your legs - atta girl.” Your next moan was muffled by her passionate kiss as she plunged a finger into you.

Mercilessly she pumped against your g-spot causing you to break out into a faint sweat all the while twisting your tongue with her’s. Considering the circumstances you didn’t have much time for foreplay, but you were still soaking your panties and her hand. Her torso was still firmly pressed to yours and you tried your hardest not to claw at her back too hard, but sometimes you couldn’t help but dig your nails into her skin causing her to hiss deliciously.

A second finger was shoved into you and worked hard against your walls. Again you scratched at her back and moaned. “Fuck,” she groaned with a clenched jaw, “Mm you fucking like that don’t you, bet you would like this too-“ her thumb pressed against your clit and shifted as she pistoned her middle and ring finger. It didn’t matter to you what was happening beyond the closet and you made that obvious by moaning shamelessly - not that you could hold it back either.

“Ellie fuck! You’re gonna make me cum..!” You panted.

As more and more ecstasy pooled in your naval you couldn’t stop your knees from pressing together. You held Ellie close as to not collapse onto the floor from your jelly like muscles, head clouded with pleasure.

Ellie growled with determination, “Keep your fucking legs spread,” she demanded, fingering you faster and harder.

You sucked in your next breath at her intensity. With Godspeed your climax approached taking you by surprise, making your body even hotter than before and every nerve in your system either numb or overstimulated in the best way.

“Don’t stop don’t stop-“ you chanted breathlessly. She met your gaze with a proud smirk, “Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Hm?” You could only nod your response. She had reduced you to nothing but a drunken mess.

With a few more hard thrusts of her hand she could feel you squeeze around her digits - something she was very familiar with, “Yeah that’s it, just like that baby, cum on my fucking fingers. Fuck!”

In an attempt to feel grounded you snaked your fingers into her hair and grasped her strands. Your head fell back against the cement and your eyes rolled back, your loudest moan bouncing off the thin walls. An orgasm so intense you forgot you were human rippled up your spine and zapped all your receptors, leaving your quivering and gasping for air. Now you understood why Ellie was placed on a pedestal. Never before had you experienced a brain melting climax like this one.

Much to your disappointment her hand slithered out from your pants and away from your chest, the dry one gently pulling you from the wall and tucking some strands behind your ears. Your palms fell to her chest for stability until your vision reoriented and you blinked away most of the blur.

The door swung open.

Both you and Ellie snapped your heads in the direction of the light, “What the fuck I locked that!” Ellie complained.

“Seven minutes are up! And I have keys.” Jessie held up a ring of keys with a proud grin making both of you roll your eyes.

Slowly you both left the closet, Ellie still in the lead. Before the love seat had brought you nothing but anxiety and worry, but now it was a haven for your wobbly legs and sore groin. And in true Ellie fashion, she eyed down one of the meat-head frat boys and licked her fingers as a reminder to them who the real lady killer was.

#ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut

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blood-teeth · 9 months

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TMITAWH is 2 years old????!!!!

i cant believe i missed it that sounds so ridiculous to me! in my defense, i was driving for two weeks straight

i don't have anything planned for celebration; i'm so sorry! but i do have some updates!

for those that missed it, tmitawh is now a novel and will no longer be told in an interactive fiction format. this has upset a lot of people. i've lost a lot of followers over this announcement. and i can understand this to some extent, but largely i have to continue to be unapologetic about my choices.

this story is one that has, in every meaning of the phrase, saved my life. writing in this little world has gotten me through some of the darkest times and carried me through to the next day. at some point, IF stopped being a media that was capable of telling the story i wanted to tell.

i'm disheartened by a lot of the anons i've received. some are hateful and unkind. others are upset that they no longer will have the opportunity to pursue Cain or Ezio, and a few mention that they're not interested in reading a lesbian story and will not be reading the book if it ever makes it to publication. i've disregarded the first, but the second cuts the deepest i think.

i have never, ever been shy on this app that i'm a lesbian. i feel as though i've talked endlessly about it. being a lesbian is a huge facet of my identity and being told that, in so many words, a story written for myself, with other queer people in mind, is not for them seems like such a stupid thing to say. like, i didnt write it for you. i wrote it for me. i wrote it for the lesbians who love so violently that they have to hide it away under their clothes, in between their teeth. i wrote it for the lesbians who have been told their love is disgusting, or wrong, or sexy and for a male's pleasure only. i wrote it for the lesbians who are told their love is okay as long as they never show it- as long as they only hold hands at most but never kiss in public. i wrote it for the lesbian who sits in pews and breathes over their hands and wonders if God loves them still.

i'm not sorry to not have written a story catered for you when the whole world is for you. leave me out of your self-absorbed, hateful little orbit.

please know, this blog does not tolerate hatred, bigotry, or harassment in any shape or form. and if you're going to fuck around with me, you sure as hell are going to find out with me.

on a more positive note!

i want to thank you all who have been overwhelmingly positive and supportive of my endeavors!! it means the absolute world to me!! i sometimes hold myself at night and think of all the kind words y'all have sent over these past two years and just sob. never in my life before this could i have imagined sharing my work with people who give a shit and care. it warms me in ways i cannot begin to describe. i love you and i hope you are well as always. my inbox/dms are open ANYTIME if you just want to chat, catch up, rant to me, or tell me about your pet. actually, please tell me about your pet.

Some quick publishing updates:

I'm 20k words out of 90k into draft 2. and i think this is going to be the last draft before i query (?????) i'm really very happy with the muscles and bones of the manuscript. now it's just some meticulous line editing i have to work through.

after this, i'm off to the query trenches. (im scared) if anybody has gone through this process before and has any tips, i'd love to hear them!

here's a little excerpt:

"She grabs hard enough to make sure of her presence, not enough to bruise. Some sick part of the Traveler’s brain says, Yes. Please. More. Press deeper. Press harder. Bruise me. Hurt me. She delights in the heat that blossoms from where the Reverie digs her fingers into skin. Eyes earnest, stubborn disposition to her jaw as the thick muscle there flickers in an implication of anger. “I will find you,” she’s shaping her tongue into a dagger at the Traveler’s throat. “I will find you again, and that is a promise.” The Traveler gasps, tilting her head higher. She blinks and— The Reverie’s mouth is on hers, hot and aching, and the Traveler blinks— Want flavors the Traveler’s tongue, the Reverie’s hands pressed tightly against her collarbone, teeth at her jaw. She blinks and— Is this Before or After?"

i also, stupidly, have officially started a twitter that i want to start working with. i know twitter is dead, but it remains to be very useful for publishing. if you'd like to follow me, im there on @ morganhollow25. i dont know how to use it. im scared to use it. but if you have a twitter maybe follow me there too! i absolutely plan to be on tumblr primarily. i love it here and have grown a tiny home in these webs.

i'll have more updates coming soon regarding FTMTB and other works. thank you all again <3

#long post #long update #update #tmitawh #tell me if there's a way home #this was a lot more lecture-y than i meant it to be #but i dont think i said anything unnecesary #writeblr

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So in regards to the drabble you just posted what is Zuko's reaction to Azula showing up to end the coup solely because she's seduced by Katara?

Do Azula and Zuko ever reconcile?

While I do believe that Zuko would have two main responses. First annoyance that he needs Azula at all and second I think Zuko would be utterly flabbergasted that Azula and Katara are together at all.

While I wound go so far as to call Zuko self absorbed or anything of that ilk, he can be fairly oblivious to the goings on in other people’s lives. So Katara being a lesbian, his sister being a lesbian. It completely blindsided him.

To Zuko, Azula and Katara go from trying to kill each other one day, to making the palace wake up from the loud sounds in Azula’s bedroom in like a week. It both confuses and also soemwhat traumatizes him!

Zuko also may be upset originally that Azula decides to help, not for him. But rather because Katara convinced (read seduced) her to do so.

Of course once he learns more about Azula (frankly justified) resentment of him and her reasons for it, Zuko may begin to understand why it took Katara and her wily wily ways to convince Azula. Or he may very well bury his head further under the sand and attempt to increases the grudge match between them. The childhood rivalry engineered by Ozai. Not that Azula wouldn’t attempt to do likewise of course.

As for reconciliation, I can see Azula and Zuko dancing around one another, until they get into a large fight. Afterwords, the two would go to their significant others (Katara and maybe Mai?). Who convince them to give another talk a try.

Azula would probably also get some good will, for basically saving Zuko’s reign for him. Now that I think about it, this Drabble isn’t dissimilar to your story “the things we do”.

More humorous is this scenario. You see during the Peloponnesian war, the war (well series of wars) had a very averse effect on the city of Athens. Famine, disease, and what have you ravaged the city and its populace. Tired of the fighting, the wives of the Athenian soldiers asked their husbands to stop the fighting. They refused and kept fighting the Peloponnesian league of Polis. Angered the wives organized and decided (collectively) to withhold sex until their husbands agreed to stop the fighting. The standoff didn’t last long and the Athenian soldiers agreed to stop fighting. For that war at least…

I can see something similar happening in Drabble Au. With both Katara and (presumably) Mai having a pact to refuse Azula and Zuko bedroom fun, until the idiots agree to talk.

This talk would be harsh on both sides originally. Both have justified resentments for the other. But I can see after talking with each other, and with their wives Azula and Zuko would finally be able to reconcile and forgive the past. It just might take a while. Due to many hurt feelings, attempts to kill each other, the whole shebang.

To get slightly Nsfw, I can also see Katara spanking Azula until she agrees to give talking to Zuko a try. Of course that could have the opposite effect of getting Azula to ignore/belittle her brother even more. Not that Katara would exactly complain if it did!

Thanks for the ask @itspronouncedjulia !!! I hope I have satisfied your queries.

And thanks also for answering the Atla/house of the Dragon ask!

#azutara #ask

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13tinysocks · 10 months

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FAQ because fags ask questions.

Gimmie the basics

I'm Rea, 21, butch bulldyke, I live with and am dating my coauthor @itsabee pronouns ??? She her I guess???? Art account @11largesocks

Wait are you seriously a lesbian?

Yes. I hold no attraction to men fictional or real. I think playing Barbie with them is just really fun.

Where can I find your fics?

Avaliable on Ao3 (linked) or on Quotev (just search the titles you should find us)

Spill Your Guts - proxies x reader - completed

The Hunt Is On - EJ, Jane, Clockwork x reader - completed

You'll Catch Your Death - proxies x reader - completed

House Of 1000 Corpses - various creepypasta x reader - in progress

Uhm? Tag slurs?

Can you give me writing advice?

No🤗

Can I make fanart/fanfic based off your interpretations of the cpp characters?

Yes of course I don't own them at all and I'm happy to inspire others to get creative!! Tag us if you ever do anything like that!!

Check my #writing tag. Anything unanswered free to ask.

How do you write so much?

What do you listen to while writing?

Idk I got autism powers. Also making writing even a little everyday as a goal is a good way to form a long term habit of doing it every day.

What does the average chapter of your fics go through before being published?

A lot more than people think that's for sure! We pre draft our fics general plot and major events before starting. As for chapters: Abby and I write an outline together. Once completed I will write the chapter. After that Abby goes through to fix character interactions, add depth, and fix my awful spelling mistakes. I then go over Abby's edits and completely reread the chapter to make sure it's cohesive. Give it a silly name and add a song that's related to the vibe and then she's live, baby.

Mostly Pup, Rob Zombie, TPOF's soundtrack, Harley Poe. Sets the mood for the type of stuff I write.

What do you call each fic YN?

We named each of our yn's to refer to them more easily. Syg yn is Ryan. Thio yn is Dylan. Ycyd yn is Dianne. Ho1c yn is Joan.

When is the published version of spill your guts coming out?

No idea. It needs to be drafted and redrafted, edited and reedited, and then I gotta query for agents.

Spill your guts is getting a published version??

Yes! However because of bad writing and copyright it is being completely overhauled. The story is mostly the same but better. The characters are different. Goober is even goobier. It will be split into two to three novels due to word count restrictions.

Head cannons?

I'm not a matchup, head cannon, or mini fic blog. I talk about my fics mostly. If you have questions about those fics I'm happy to answer.

Will you be writing more fanfiction?

Yes I am currently writing house of 1000 courses with Abby. It's our take on a various x reader and mansion fic. It will update slowly. We are both busy and trying to focus on the book.

Why haven't you answered my ask?

I've been getting a huge influx of asks recently and it's hard to take the time to answer all of them. Sometimes I just need to think on it, other times I don't know quite how to respond. I appreciate your kindness and curiosity but I am just a regular guy.

Kys

Thank you

Is there anywhere to support you and Abby?

Our Kofi

Our Etsy

#since ive been getting an influx of followers #faq #rea talks

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housano · 9 months

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Housano's Live-A-Half Assesed Summaries How Alphecca Got his Groove Back Part 4:

CW: Live a Hero Spoilers

You can read Part 3 Here

After some stunts, shows and shenanigans in the baths, we are now off to enjoy the evening in Akwes, where to Alphecca's and our surprise, all the trees and plants are glowing, illuminating the night. Theoreol ingests and branch with a flower which breaks down and allows him to analyze the components. Obsidious on the other hand, prefers a more mechanical approach with comprehensive data of the flowers. He then goes on to explain that the plants are able to store large amounts of water with the glow coming from the ether.

Alphecca is interested in buying some of the glowing plants and we ponder if should get it as a souvenir. We debate getting some for everyone at the office. Obisidious makes the comment that though he has info on flowers, his main interest is ores. Alphecca asks him what made him interested in ores in the first place.

Obisidious goes on to explain that he was abandoned to an orphanage when he was an infant (unless there was a goddamn war or if his life was in danger, you had no reason to abandon this perfection!) and the only thing he was left was a bracelet with a unique ore. He has been searching for the source of the ore but has been unsuccessful so far. The next thing he knew he was a research professor and expert in the area of minerology and hopes one day to find his hometown. We ask for an inv which he says of course.

Theoreol hears rare ore and immediately tries to ingest it with both us and Rakta trying to restrain him. Obsidiou eventually gets pissed with Theoreol which calms him down and he apologizes. Rakta mentions how he is a bit envious of people who have a hometown which Alphecca queries him on. Rakta says being from a lunar colony, it is still relatively young and without an identity. Additionally, the majority of residents are immigrants who miss their home worlds. Even though he is able to cure their physical ailments, it frustrates him to no end that he can do nothing about the homesickness. Alphecca doesn't really know how to answer that directly. He discusses that the wilderness of his kingdom is not good for agriculture but rich in ores which brought about the Kingdom of Alcidia. He mentions that families that have lived there for generations take pride as it being their hometown. For him it's because it doesn't change. When he closes his eyes, he can see the people he loves, his brother and his father and Rutilix with his stone butch lesbian mullet. The memories he had there are what makes it his hometown.

He then goes on to say that it was decided for him to be royalty since birth. To be king and knight, and though he doesn't mind it, he acknowledges that he's living for the sake of the kingdom. He wants to know what path lies before him of one decided by his own free will. When Obisidious asks if he found an answer, he still has no idea. He says that knowing yourself easily would be boring and actually gives sound advice "Try because you don't know". Rakta reminds him he's on vacation and should enjoy himself and recommends the baths at night since the glow heats the water and makes for nice hot springs and also the boat tour to go through the glowing lights.

However, like an alarm clock, Kaibutsu arrive to ruin the nice time we were having. Though we try to transform, the crowd is panicking and Obsidious jumps in to protect us. Eventually Alphecca has had enough and flexes his monarch muscles and demands silence. Now that he has the undivided attention of the crowd he says they will be saved and requests they remain calm and orderly. The people start chanting and cheering and calling him king, which triggers a transformation.

Alphecca is now a OP unit and we commence the battle with the Kaibutsus.

Appearing as a neverending stream, Theoreol proposes that he goes off alone to find the source of the kaibutus and what's generating them. Though MC is hesistant, Alphecca is more than happy at the idea and expresses that he has his full faith placed in our Blobby boy. We cover for him as we fight of the enemies, only for all the plants and flowers to stop glowing.

How Alphecca Got His Groove Back Part 4- And that, Marjorie — just so you will know — and your children will someday know ---is the night the lights went out in Awkwes!_END

For Part 5: Clicke Here

#live a hero #ラブヒロ #liveahero #live a hero spoilers

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Okay one more post w/ a shitty doodle bc i wanna talk about how i write their dynamic 💔 They did the dynamic dirty by making Ed try and kill her right away. It needs redemption.

- Enigma calls Riddler Pop, Pops, and used Pop Pop when she was little. He would prefer to be called dad, but she just doesn’t like it.

- Edward is a pushover 🗣️‼️ he constantly worries about ending up like his own father so he is just completely unable to discipline or say no Elise at all. So she is sort of a spoilt brat.

- Since she was homeschooled through her early grade school years, Edward is extremely hands on with her education (more-so than he already would be) and is an absolute asshole over grades she gets in school now that she goes to a private school.

- Elise is held to high standards, and Ed can be a bit of an ass about that too. It is probably the biggest area of tension between the two. Edward would never yell at her, not without breaking down and apologizing later, but he makes snide comments when she doesn’t meet his high expectations.

- Elise does gymnastics, along with a few academic clubs at her school. She wishes Edward would be able to go to her things more, but when he is in Arkham his hands are kind of tied.

- Riddler avoids any and all questions she has about her mother, simply saying it isn’t any of her business (she was a fling when he was a carny) and more or less acts like he somehow is the ONLY parent when asked.

- Elise really likes to ruffle his feathers, using slang, saying words wrong on purpose, etc. just because she thinks it is funny how worked up Edward gets over it. Even if it often leads to long lectures about how he is going to homeschool her again because obviously the school is degrading her intellectual abilities.

- Elise simply does not understand riddles. Never has. Never will. She is better at puzzles and word games, but she is bad at riddles in general. Edward LOATHES this. Will spend hours trying to explain them to her, but she just isn’t able to understand them.

- Elise bullies kids on Roblox. Edward joins her sometimes because he finds her “little scams” entertaining. Gives her pointers on how to make it a full fledged pyramid scheme. However it is just Roblox, so she isn’t going to do it.

- At the moment Riddler doesn’t let her come on heists (no matter how much she begs) but will let her “go out” with Echo and Query for girl time (small robberies) so she can get some experience under her belt (she is the heir to his criminal empire after all)

- Edward cries like a baby at every single one of her accomplishments. Absolutely overpraises because he wished he got that as a kid, etc. again. Elise is lowkey a spoilt brat.

- “why does ______ call you babygirl?” “Listen to the radio, child”

- Elise most often lives with Echo and Query when Ed is in Arkham. They insist on being paid obviously, but Edward trusts them not to accidentally kill his child.

- For the record, I write Enigma as lesbian. She came out to Edward at some point and he probably doted over her telling her he is so happy she told him for days and days as if he a. didn’t already know and b. Isn’t a walking fruit basket himself.

- Elise helps him with schemes and plots by coloring on the outside of his blueprints. He presents them to the gang this way. Flowers and unicorns and all.

- She gets control of the Riddler twitter account once every other Wednesday. Edward wants her to address his public, so they get aquatinted with her.

- Elise’s birth certificate says Elise Nashton. Edward has not told her this, since she was little when he took on the name Edward Nygma (formerly Eddie Nashton) and simply raised her with Nygma as a surname. He doesn’t plan on telling her of the change. Forging new legal documents so she doesn’t find out. He isn’t exactly fond of talking about his life before becoming The Riddler. So she is left in the dark.

- Elise likes to bring wild animals inside because she wants a pet. Edward shrieks and jumps on the nearest piece of furniture until it is out.

- granted when she is older (19-20) he does try to kill her after an argument where he just kind of snapped. It took a while for him to talk to Elise again after that. Likewise, Elise kept some space between them for a while herself. Going on her own crime-wise to make her own statement.

#dc comics #the riddler #dc riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #enigmadc #batman #fanart #enigma #riddler

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aclaywrites · 10 months

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This question is hilarious to me for several reasons.

In 1985 when I was a confused 16 year old in Midwest City, Oklahoma, I wanted to look for information about homosexuality. Me being me and it being 1985, I did the natural thing: went to the public library and looked up HOMOSEXUAL in the card catalogue. They had two books, the Kinsey Report (which I’d read) and another book whose name I wish I could recall. It was a blue canvas cover, clearly the dust jacket had been removed in case someone saw the word Lesbian, I assume.

I opened the book and leafed through it, looking for some sort of help and found a sentence I can still see when I close my eyes: “If you think you are a Lesbian, the first thing you have to do is decide if you’re butch or you’re femme. Otherwise no one will date you.” Slamming the book shut, I went home to think about it for a few more years.

Then when I was 21– in 1990, the year this book came out— I was ready for the dating scene. I put on my vintage dress, got my movie star face on, curled my long red hair and set out, only to meet a unified wall of dykes in cargo shorts who told me that I wasn’t really gay because only straight girls dress like that.

Butch/femme wasn’t just out of style, it was heteropatriachal regression and bad news. Not an option.

There was one moment— the first bar I ever went to, a lesbian bar called Partners. It no longer exists, alas, but I remember the smoky dark and the jukebox. My friends in their cargo shorts had bottles of Corona and I’m having white wine in a plastic cup. A country song comes on, and a woman appears at my elbow. Older than me. In her 40s at least, with a cowboy shirt, string tie, hair cut high and tight. “Would you like to dance?” I took her hand and we went to the floor. “I don’t know how to two-step,” I said, and she replied “I got you baby, just hold on.”

So to answer the question, I’m a lot femme and have a lot of love for butches.

#lesbian queries #lesbian query of the day #lesbian #lesbian history #herstory #butch/femme #gay #history #dykes #dykes to watch out for #dykes of tumblr #lgbt #lgbtqa #butch

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Wait... I'm what?!

Sexuality is confusing as all get out to a trans kid. When I was a teenage girl and everyone insisted I was a teenage boy, I was extremely confused about my sexuality. Partly this is because I believed the gaslighting telling me I was a boy w/ shameful perverted thoughts. But also because part of me knew I was a girl. I was attracted to girls at the time, I think. However, this brings up the other issue, not having experienced attraction before, I couldn't tell if I was interested in other girls because I wanted a relationship or if I just really wished I was them. A quintessential trans issue.

I didn't have much interest in boys, though I did have fantasies about one of my friends, and even dreamed I was in a relationship with him. It was very confusing, I wasn't sure at first if it meant I was gay or straight if I was into a boy, and all these girls.

Later as I understood more thoroughly I was a girl, I realized, if I was going to have a relationship with a girl then it meant I would be a lesbian. This was also used to shame me, as something bad or perverted by my first therapist, adding to the confusion and self hatred. I really didn't know what was going on.

Now add to this, that I was asexual, I didn't even know that was a thing at the time. So all my fantasies? None of them involved sex, at all. I would think someone was pretty, or handsome. I had crushes on male movie stars at the time, Patrick Swayze, and Tom Cruise come to mind (I thought of them as safe, as I was never going to meet them). But again no sexual fantasies. My friends, who were all male (because I was terrified if I had female friends people would figure out my horrible secret of being a girl) would talk about sex a lot. I mean a lot. As would others at school. I never understood why. But having already been pretending to be a boy for years, I would respond with sexual innuendos and desires when I was queried about it and who I'd like to have a relationship with.

And because sex wasn't important to me, I only thought about it seriously in relation to me now and then. And after continuing to find it confusing, would decide I can try to figure that out better after transition. So I would just put it off. However, because I needed to continue to pretend to be a boy, at some point it was expected that I would have a girlfriend, so either a girl asked me or asked her, I don't remember which, probably the former, and I started dating her.

Ironically, this was part of the best year of my k-12 school life. With dating her, I had a group of friends I could hang out with, and I did actually have some fun that year, despite all the internal pain/dysphoria. One of the girls in the group though, could tell I didn't love my girlfriend that way, I suspect so did my girlfriend. And that person asked me if I loved her. I said no. To this day, I wish I'd said no, not in the way you mean. Because I cared about my girlfriend, but not romantically or sexually. And all through this I hated being in a relationship. I didn't specifically hate her, as noted above I cared for her. No I hated it, because I felt like I was the worst kind of liar. I was a girl, and everyone saw me as a boy. I was terrified of being discovered, but at the same time I hated the lying. It tore me up.

Transphobes never get it. They think we're lying after we transition, but to those of us who are trans, it feels like we're constantly lying before we come out, much less transition, as we try to pretend to be what everyone wants us to be. A lot of the transphobes arguments are like that. I think it's because they see us as our assigned birth sex, rather than the gender we've always been. But I digress.

So yes, I remained thoroughly confused about my sexuality. After I started living full time as myself, I explored dating, first with a boy. He was amazing, and very sweet. I met him on the bus. He asked me out and I said yes. We went on a few dates. But I never felt anything for him, and so it fizzled. I never kissed him, and he never asked or insisted. Like I said, he was very sweet. Whomever he ended up with is a very lucky girl. But given I had no feelings for him, and struggled with the idea of kissing him. I came to the conclusion I wasn't straight. And if I wasn't straight, then that meant I was a lesbian. And I came to terms with it and it became part of my identity.

However, I still didn't understand everyone's obsession with sex. The whole thing was a mystery. Through this time in college, I would develop crushes on my friends, as I got to know them. Which was painful, because only one seemed interested back, thankfully in a platonic way. I had trouble developing romantic feelings for anyone that I wasn't already friends with. This added to my distress around romance/sex because all my friends were dating left and right and having relationships with people they didn't know before and obviously had feelings for them. And I didn't work that way, and it sucked. I never did figure out how to navigate that side of things. Though at least now, I'm aware of it and why. I don't feel quite like the freak I did before I understood this part of me a little better.

Ironically, long before I understood what asexuality was, I realized I was not going to be able to satisfy my future partner's sexual needs, and if I loved them then they would need those needs met. And thus explored polyamory. I had trouble with the concept, until one day I realized that love is not pie, there isn't a limit for myself or my partners. Also how we love each individual feels different from every other individual. As such, we aren't replacing anyone by loving more than one person. This and realizing it is about trust and communication brought me into polyamory with a feeling of being comfortable with it.

Several times I found myself in very close friendships, and they were good, but I was convinced that these friends didn't love me, because they didn't want to have sex or a physical relationship with me. Not that I wanted to have sex, but as I understood it, romantic relationships had to have sex/physical relationship. And so I yearned, even though these relationships were pretty much what I needed. I'd never heard of asexuality, much less had it modeled for me.

In fact the first truly unconditionally loving relationship that was modeled for me and I was able to understand the message (others had been modeled for me, but I couldn't hear the message) was in my 30's in med school, by a friend who was in a wonderful loving relationship with the man she loved, and who loved her just as deeply.

That was the first hint to me, that thinking relationships were only real if they involved physical/sexual contact was wrong. But I still didn't quite understand what I was seeing. Their relationship was forced to be long distance by world circumstances for most of that year. But their love for each other was obvious, as was the fact that they wanted each other to be happy. But in watching them, I knew that was the kind of love I wanted to have.

Eventually, I did hear the term asexuality, but didn't really look into it. And for some odd inexplicable reason, didn't think it applied to me. It wasn't until I saw Laci Green's video on asexuality awareness, that it finally clicked. I was in my early 40's by then. And it clicked hard. Suddenly I understood that all those super close friendships I'd had in the past were actually relationships, and why it always felt like a break up when they ended. Because it was. I felt very sad, that I didn't understand these were my partner relationships at the time.

Despite that, I still get confused about my relationship now. Because I still have a hard time talking about it. Only in the past year have I started to explore the gradations of asexuality, and trying to understand where I fit on the spectrum and how that applies to my past and current relationships. And I've learned a few things.

I am not interested in sex, which I already knew, but I do want and need some contact, mostly this involves casual touching in a nonsexual way and hugs. Cuddling or a chaste kiss at most. And that's generally all that my fantasies consist of. However, I have also started exploring my body, working past the shame of my religious upbringing, and found I do like to masturbate. Though I don't have a strong need for it. But it does feel nice, and it's cool, if really late, that I've discovered that and that it's ok for an asexual person to like it, even though I'm not interested in sex with anyone.

It's been a long hard slow journey in figuring this out. I suspect it was made harder by my puritan/baptist upbringing and the associated shame and self hatred around sex. in the last few months, I've begun to wonder if part of my aversion to men, is that I'm scared of them. I don't really know why. But yes, there is a part of me that is scared of men. And so, trying to figure things out continues for me. And hopefully, I'll figure this aspect out and how it applies to my sexuality in time as well, hopefully it won't be decades from now.

So yes, when your assigned sex and gender don't match there is going to be a lot of confusion, if you're one of the much less talked about or even acknowledged sexualities, then it's going to be even more confusing. It's hard to know what you are if you don't know such a thing is possible. This was true for being trans, I thought I was alone and their were no words for what I was, until I learned about transgender people. And the same holds true for sexuality. Life is weird and confusing, and it's made harder when we don't, as a society, talk about all the ways it presents in a positive and affirming way.

#lgbt+#lgbtqia #transgender #trans kids #trans #Sexuality #asexual #asexuality #demisexual #acespec #asexual spectrum #ace spectrum #Relationships #Friendships #Language #Sex Positive #sex education #sex positivity #exploring sexuality

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character: edward nygma

my guy my riddle guy >:) Sexuality Headcanon: he's bi, this is like mostly canon from that strange love valentines special but never outright worded. but he's bi Gender Headcanon: it's something. there's something. he's trans there's that much but it's all a mystery A ship I have with said character: he is in love with batman, which would never ever work out . ever. but he is like damn. some of the stuff he does is like some weird bird mating dance but with like riddles. there's also some times where it's like, bruce is the guy he matches wits with and it's fun and getting that attention is also like. a big thing for eddie. like in all he endlessly craves attention, but bruce is like his own piece of it. also two face sometimes like batman forever (this was. kinda what got me into comics. great!) of course. and also lego batman the videogame A BROTP I have with said character: query and echo and also miss tuesday, i love his henchladies. query and echo respect him and he respects them and they work well together and also they robbed him when they first met him. miss tuesday doesnt respect him, i have no idea how he decided to keep her under his wing and why he hasn't fired her/she hasn't quit. theyre besties, i need to know more A NOTP I have with said character: barbara gordon, prelude to the wedding batgirl vs riddler haunts me night and day. i have not read it. maybe they'd be great as friends but i haven't really gotten into anything with them interacting (i still need to listen to batman unburied. once i get through all my school stuff) ALSO. query and echo. which i also hear is something that comic does wow. they're lesbians to me and if they did like men they'd still wouldn't be romantic with eddie. A random headcanon: he has bad handwriting. also is short. when he's wearing his suit he's wearing sneakers that don't even go with his outfit General Opinion over said character: i love him he's my special guy if i had a purse i'd keep him it it. frank gorshin's portrayal of him is like the damn blueprint i endlessly adore that one. detective comics annual 8 is one of my favorite comics and honestly integral to his character for me. aaaaaand. i love him. they were right lesbians do love that riddler

#THANK YOU :3 #riddler #dc #i speak #sighs and twirls and falls into my seat. im hungry

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leam1983 · 7 months

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On Boomerly Tendencies

One of the things about the Hellsite that bug me for no fucking reason is when I see folks I follow receive self-indulgent Asks.

Let's pretend we've got this one Tumblr whose entire persona is being Pro-Disabled Lesbians. This doesn't relate to anyone in particular, I'm spitballing for the sake of an example. You know this person is, in fact, in favor of proper recognition for disabled lesbians, it's blatantly obvious even if it isn't the absolute, definitive extent of the blog's persona, and you can infer that they're also as Progressive as you'd expect. Ergo, there's a fuckton of other groups this hypothetical person respects. It's implicit. It is, in fact, pretty fucking obvious.

In strolls one of their followers, with a typically timid query along the lines of "Thoughts about XYZ?" with the very obvious implication that they're fishing for validation. Said blogger obviously replies with a variant on "I'm obviously in favor, what do you think?"

And that, well... That bugs me. I understand that life is tough and that sometimes all you want is some kind stranger to tell you you're valid for struggling, but this isn't even it. It's literally just someone poking someone else on the shoulder - sometimes even myself - while being a relatively complete stranger, and then asking "Do you approve of me?"

Look, maybe I'm old. Maybe it's old-fashioned of me to not want to love-bomb complete strangers or to see people who do that as being a little too open. I don't wish ill will on anyone by default and I absolutely have relayed the occasional bit of generic positivity that crosses my dash. I've even posted a fair bit of it, myself. However, I'd react to the fact of being ask to single out my validation of any specific group with a bit of annoyance.

Isn't Trying not to be an asshole in all facets of life generally enough? I'm always tempted to suggest to anyone who comes to me for validation that they seek a loved one or a coworker they deeply trust, or an IRL friend. Parasocials can feel like a strong component of our identity, but I'm just words on a screen, at the end of the day. Most of you will never meet me or come close to ever seeing me in the flesh. Considering, using me as an emotional crutch - or any other blogger, really - feels like a dicey proposition. What if I turn into a raging asshole, someday? What if some other blogger you follow does, when you sought them out for some free Warm Fuzzies?

#thoughts #parasocial relationships

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fandomshatelgbtqpeople · 2 years

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So the Sydney Morning Herald decided to Out Rebel Wilson during Pride month and then complained about being called out for it.

They gave her two days notice and then complained that she came out before they could put her.

“In a perfect world, “outing” same-sex celebrity relationships should be a redundant concept in 2022. Love is love, right?

“As Rebel Wilson knows, we do not live in a perfect world.

“So, it was with an abundance of caution and respect that this media outlet emailed Rebel Wilson’s representatives on Thursday morning, giving her two days to comment on her new relationship with LA leisure wear designer Ramona Agruma, before publishing a single word.

“Big mistake. Wilson opted to gazump the story, posting about her new “Disney Princess” on Instagram early Friday morning, the same platform she had previously used to brag about her handsome ex-boyfriend, wealthy American beer baron Jacob Busch.

“She even had her “bestie”, the actor Hugh Sheridan, doing radio interviews on breakfast FM on Friday morning, during which he gloated about introducing the women to each other six months ago. Apparently, they had hit it off pretty much immediately but had kept the relationship under wraps.

“Considering how bitterly Wilson had complained about poor journalism standards when she successfully sued Woman’s Day for defamation, her choice to ignore our discreet, genuine and honest queries was, in our view, underwhelming.

“Of course, who anyone dates is their business, but Wilson happily fed such prurient interest when she had a hunky boyfriend on her arm.

“This is understood to be Wilson’s first same-sex relationship, at age 42 and in an era when same-sex marriage is legal in many parts of the world and – thanks to decades of battling for equality – sexual orientation is no longer something to be hidden, even in Hollywood.

“Up to now, Wilson had identified publicly as a heterosexual woman. It is unlikely she would have experienced the sort of discrimination let alone homophobia – subconscious or overt – that sadly still affects so many gay, lesbian and non-hetero people.

“She and Agruma have grown very close in a short time. Wilson’s mother Sue Bownds, who lives in Sydney, recently flew to LA to meet Agruma, while the couple have openly discussed having a family and getting married.”

The Sydney Morning Herald literally just tried to claim that it’s okay that they outed her because it’s 2022 and that who people date is their own business but after making it everyone’s business. Fuck the Sydney Morning Herald

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