hi jason! sorry if youve answered this before, but what does aaoc stand for? i love the posts that you tag as such so im curious :]
its my tag for posts that remind me of my wip fic(s) !! i havent 100% settled on what to name the series yet but pretty early on in development i stumbled upon that passage by julian k jarboe (from the book everyone on the moon is essential personnel) that goes
Why does God create grapes and wheat, but not wine and bread? God does this because God wants us to share in the act of creation. To be how you made me, to become how God made me, though you, I can remake myself. You and I: we are already only whole, and shifting towards the divine.
and the author also has a tweet relating this concept to transsexuality and youve probably already seen one or both of these floating around on tumblr already but whatever i just wanted to center my t4t hannigram fic around these quotes cause theyre just. so good.
so yeah it stands for "an act of creation" except it should probably be "#taoc" if i wanted it to match the original quote but i cba to go and change it now which is probably not how placeholder tags are meant to work !! oh well . fic playlist <3
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When I was like 12 years old my violin teacher owned this peculiar music shop, and I would go there weekly for lessons. It was a narrow old pioneer house whose ground floor had been converted into a storefront and lesson rooms. After a while, a luthier had also moved in upstairs and set up a studio for making violins.
So, one day I'm going into the shop for my lesson. I head in the front door, and before I turn into the living room area where the main shop is, I look down the dark hallway at the rickety wooden stairs that lead up to the luthier's studio. The air smells like sawdust and lacquer. Just a little bit of light filtering in from the window behind me.
Something's on the stairway. A huge black animal is making its way down these steep, narrow stairs. I've never seen anything like this, I genuinely did not know an animal like this exists, and it comes right up to me, click-click-clicking slowly over the floor, long and tall and dark. There are wood shavings peppering its coat. It lifts its head up and its massive beast-face is virtually level with my child-face and I realize this is a gotdamb bizarro dog of some kind. It looks impossible but it's real and it's there, staring at me in total silence with a face the length of my arm. Then it does a 3-point-turn in the tiny dusty hallway and goes right back upstairs.
Turns out this was just the luthier's dog Seamus, a black borzoi of incredible height and length. anyway i'm just trying to say it was a disturbing set of circumstances under which i discovered what a borzoi is and everything in my life has felt very complicated since then
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I have some much rage bottled up hearing about people about your grandma.
It invalidates the years of training and verification of actual service animals
Her pup sounds just excitable and friendly, which sounds harmless in paper but the issue is, that it's untrained and no sense of boundaries. This especially concerning since your grandmother puts her dog inside senior specific facilities.
And untrained pup is more unpredictable than a trained pup
That puts the safety of others in danger, it can put her dog in danger, and put your grandma herself in legal trouble too.
Sorry for making you hear this rant from this stranger, just know you are not alone on your frustration on your nan.
Yeah, it sucks!
It's been mentioned to her before that her LAST dog, the one who went to the senior care facilities, wasn't a real service dog but an emotional support dog without any proper training. My grandma did one training class at PetSmart with her after the dog was a year old and never went further, just got a note from her doctor that the dog was an ESA. That dog was the one who was going places with my grandma with the bare minimum training, that frustrated myself and my parents because we knew she wasn't a real service dog but to my grandma she was. (my grandma also believes our asshole border collie liked this former dog because "she was older, so she was the alpha in the house" even though the asshole border collie came into our home as a puppy with 3 older dogs and hated every one of their guts to the point of starting fights regularly with them 🙃 which is. a different story. point is, my grandma has no fucking idea about actual dog behavior or training).
Her CURRENT dog has gone approximately three places- to our home (my grandma went and picked her up from the breeder's), to the vet's office for her shots & spay procedure, and to the home of a friend of my grandma's. She's never been to any senior care facilities, thankfully, but also her lack of outside interaction is part of her problem. She has no boundaries, yet is scared of the outside world if my grandma isn't around. When she first arrived my parents and my grandma made excuses for her bad behavior as "she's a puppy", naturally. Pissing in the house? She's a puppy. Say "what have you done!", clean it up, and move on. Jumping on people? She's a puppy! She's small and its cute :3 Harassing the older dogs to the point they snap at her to try and teach her boundaries? She's a puppy!!! They should tolerate it because she's a baby!! She's attempting to teach the new pup to ring a bell on the door for when she needs to go potty but i don't think my grandma knows what she's doing, and with potty pads on the floor I don't think the dog really cares to learn. It's been a month of the bell and the only one to touch it has been my grandma.
I don't know for sure if the vest she got is an actual service dog vest, honestly. It was red and covered half her back, it looked like one but I didn't see the words "service dog" on it. However I also didn't look too close because I didn't want to start an argument when I noticed it. If it is another service dog vest I will honestly be pissed and will have both my parents help me get her into a discussion about it, because this dog is less trained than the last one and my grandma has shown no initiative to give her more training. As I said, it has gone nowhere but 3 places, it barely leaves the house, my grandma never walks her, she still is jumping on the faces of the dogs she's around, she still jumps on people, she still pisses & shits in the house... I hope to god she doesn't actually try to take it anywhere!
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A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.
Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?
Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you, the way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he kisses your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.
And that same sweet innocent man would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he looks at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up as your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.
"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back as he feels you coating his cock with your cum and dripping all over him.
"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls his cock out of you, being so careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cunt out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(
Choso, Izuku, Armin, Toge, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki.
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