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roosterbruiser · 3 months
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updated the pinned post, but basically if I am on a platform and wish to be found, I use the handle 'aboxthecolourofheartache' or 'colourofheartache'
that said, I think it's like... here, AO3, and dreamwidth at the moment. and discord, mostly via dms and not servers. perpetually meaning to figure out neocities.
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happy birthday to damon albarn’s album ‘the nearer the fountain, more pure the stream flows’, released 12 november 2021
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phoenixwrites · 3 months
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Look I get where you are coming from and generally agree but "I'm not going to vote for someone who is actively enabling a genocide" is a completely reasonable line for people to have and being condescending and trying to shame them for having it isn't going to win anyone over
When the line is "I'm not going to vote for someone who is actively enabling a genocide" to "I'm going to throw away my vote so Trump can not just actively enable, but encourage and assist the genocide to a greater extent and pretend like that's a valid option"...
Look, I'm tired. I'm pissed. I have had it with Biden, I have had it with the lies, the bewilderment at pro-Palestine protesters, I've fucking had it. I understand the frustration.
But I am so beyond caring about people's feelings getting hurt if I'm being "condescending". There is much more at stake than me trying to temper what I'm saying.
Besides, I tried being nice in 2016 and 2020 and it did jackshit, so congrats, you all get the embittered angry progressive that I am.
We're not in a reasonable time. We haven't been for a long time.
So yeah, whatever platform I have, I'm going to do whatever I can to speak out about voting and keep Trump far away from the White House.
Vote for Biden or we get Trump. That's it.
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wiirocku · 9 months
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Romans 13:11 (NKJV) -   And do this, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep; for now our salvation is nearer than when we first believed.
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llyfrenfys · 4 months
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Re: my last reblog -
Just want to put it out there that there are situations where it is okay to name a slur for academic purposes. It does not mean as academics we endorse slurs or calling people slurs (far from it - since many of us studying these things are marginalised ourselves and have been called the very slurs we study). But that on a practical level we can't self-censor the terms we're discussing since otherwise there could be ambiguity over which slur we mean (e.g. p-slur in the context of anti-gay slurs could mean 'poof' or 'pansy' - there are some situations where we need to name slurs to prevent misunderstanding over which is being talked about).
I think that most people who make posts which say "you should never use this term in any context ever" aren't thinking about academic situations (which is fair enough) but I do want to point out that there are some situations where it is permissible and is definitely not endorsing them! It's through studying these terms that we can further develop our understanding of how bigotry works.
I feel like my fellow academics will understand me - but for non academics, please keep in mind queer historians who have to trawl through these terms so we can understand them better. Far from endorsing them, we equally condemn them, but also commit a lot of our time to understanding them so that we can be better equipped against the mutual bigotries we face.
If someone else can word this more succinctly please go ahead - I just hope this makes sense! A lot of my research includes pejoratives and I'd love to talk about my work more with the confidence of knowing I won't be misunderstood.
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distinguished-slacker · 10 months
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I wonder if the reason Kagami hasn’t done a bigger timeskip is so that everyone in Shinoa squad still remains the same age as Mika🤔
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mummer · 4 months
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finally cracked open the qhorinmance document after 2 months of letting it sit fully dormant. blew some dust off. got scared
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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months
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in fic news i realised that i've accidentally commited myself to several scenes of jotunn!sylvie porn rather than just the one that i'd initially added mainly for the weirdness factor
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quinloki · 9 months
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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥ Reader: transmasc!Reader (he/him pronouns) Character: Donquixote Rosinante Kink: #1 Merinthophilia #3 Spanking Prompt: Dealer's Choice #3 "Sit on my face." Gift Giver: @dotdotdotdotsometingidk
Summary: Your relationship with Rosinante is still in the "trying new things" phase, and the gentle giant is helping to ease you into certain pleasures.
Content Notes: Transmasc can present a LOT of different ways - this story's reader has not had bottom surgery. Vaginal fingering, vaginal oral, spanking, bondage, forced orgasm, soft dom Rosi, ends a little suddenly otherwise it was about to become my newest multi-chapter story.
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This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
“Are you sure?” You ask again, taking off your top and tossing it into the corner.
“It should be me asking if you’re sure,” Rosi admits, giving you a bit of a sheepish look. “It won’t make you uncomfortable?”
“Awww, that’s sweet.” You say, realization dawning. “I’m not less of a guy without a dick, love.” You assure him, taking his face in your hands – a feat you can only manage because he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “If I wanted to be a different kind of man, I’d work on having surgery. You love me as I am, right?”
“Yes, I do.” Rosi answers, face turning pink.
“I love me as I am too.” You assure him, leaning close and kissing him softly.
Rosinante returns the sweet smooches, and the two of you quietly pull the last few pieces of clothing away from on another. Rosi’s lips and hands travel over your body, nearly engulfing you with soft groping hands and a hungry mouth.
The rope appears in his hand, almost like magic as he gently folds your arms behind your back, threading through your fingers and around your wrists and forearms. The soft kisses continued, pulling heavier sounds and trembling moans from you before the ropes had even been pulled taut.
“My sweet boy does like his rope, doesn’t he?” Rosi muses and you nod as he pulls the ropes snug with a deft hand as he brings them around to the front of you. Crossing them against your chest, and wrapping them around your upper arms before turning you around and bringing it all together in the middle of your back.
His hands wander over your skin again, though they hadn’t really stopped, soft kisses pressing against your shoulder. You adjust your stance, opening your legs as long, large fingers slip down your lower belly. Needy sounds are already falling from your lips, and you’re half blissed out just from being tied up a little.
“Your sounds are as delicious as the rest of you,” he purrs, sucking harshly on your neck and filling the room with a needy growl from you as his hand moves away from your untouched slit. “I’d leave you bound all the time, just to hear you whimper like this.”
“It’s not… not just the ropes,” you gasp, as he turns you to face him. “You – you keep touching me I can’t… take it.”
“Mmm?” He hums as he leans in, leaving kisses and nips along your shoulders and collarbone. “But listen to you, you’re taking it all quite well.”
“Pl-please, relief – give me relief.” You beg, lifting your leg this time and resting your knee on his thigh. “Please, Rosi – my Cora-san – I’m already so close.”
“If you want relief,” he says softly, licking your neck and nipping at your ear as he lifts your other leg onto his thigh. “You’re going to have to sit on my face like a good little doll.”
You make a strangled sound, you want relief, but even with as big as Rosinante is, you’re nervous about sitting on his face. It seems dangerous.
“The only thing that will grace that wet slit of yours is my tongue.” He leans in close, fingers wandering over your body easily. “And the only way to urge my tongue out of my mouth, is if you… sit… on… my… face.” Rosi punctuates each steady word by nipping at your skin, leaving light toothy marks and pulling strangled cries from your lips.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that dangerous.
“Then… please…” You beg, scooting yourself as close to him as you can, your eyes shifting from his eyes to his lips as he steadies you in his lap. “Please let me sit on your face, Rosi.”
“Certainly, my sweet.” He grabs you by the waist, lifting you up easily as he leans back and sets you down slowly onto his face. One large hand is against your clavicle, thumb and fingers curling gently against your jaw and neck, supporting you as he leans you forward a little.
On your own, especially with your hands bound behind your back, you’d be off balance and unable to hold yourself up, but he doesn’t let you worry. You open your legs wider, bringing your hips down against his face until you feel his smiling lips against your skin.
A large hand rests against your lower back, trapping you in place. In one motion he opens his mouth and pushes down on your back, making your legs spread wider as his tongue dives into your soaking pussy. Your toes curl and your legs twitch as the sudden pleasure nearly rips a scream from your throat.
“Silent,” he says softly, though it’s not directed at you. You know the command for what it is and aren’t surprised when the large hand lands heavy on your ass, cracking sharply inside the sound-stopping dome.
You writhe, arms twisting against the ropes as his tongue teases your clit, the sharp crack of a second blow causing your eyes to roll back in your head a little as pleasure drips from your entire body. The sharp sting of the well-place strikes against your ass, turn into a throb that digs into your body and makes everything feel better.
He shifts you a little, his tongue diving deep inside you as another crack lands on your ass. Your feet and legs seemed determined to find some kind of purchase, to squirm you away from the pleasure that has you trapped, but even if Rosinante was closer to you in height, you wouldn’t be able to get away.
He leans you forward again, landing a sharp slap on your ass again and causing you to yelp. Your ass cheeks are hot and red, and the tingle of it is traveling through your thighs and down your legs. As he begins to practically suckle your clit, two of his fingers push into your cunt, filling you full and teasing deep inside of you, his thumb running over your stinging skin softly.
You couldn’t beg, you couldn’t form words of any real content. All you could do was babble Rosinante’s name in a dozen different ways as you came, squirming against his hands, twitching powerlessly against his tongue, only for him to continue. The gentle younger brother delighted in your sounds, and showed no mercy as he enjoyed them, forcing one orgasm into another as your gushing pleasure leaked down his chin.
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bkanvas-fairy · 1 year
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sg comic con was a thing. so heres a bunch of redraws from pictures + mob doodles
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piracytheorist · 7 months
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Okay but we should be expecting at least the opening credits for the new season to drop like, this Wednesday or Thursday, right 👀👀
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absentlyabbie · 9 months
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sometimes you just need a little piece of fresh fruit
both for joy and survival
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Faster and faster I circle disaster now And I can't stop this fluttering free fall Headed for Hell's walls now Now And now, I'm thinking
I won't deny The way time flies When we're so close to the end And now, I'm thinking I spent my life Learning to fly Against a constant descent And now, I'm thinking And now, I'm thinking I was born to fly
F.L.Y. by Ice Nine Kills; this song is about Seth Brundle from the Fly (1986), but these lyrics in particular in a different context make me think of Haddock in the 2011 film like these lyrics apply so perfectly emotionally and literally I wanna CRY FROM THE ANGST I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD
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what-breaks-my-heart · 10 months
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elektroyu · 1 month
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TAX DECLARATION IS DONE!! YAY!
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