#we don't deserve you

[gardenerian]

it’s chrissy’s birthday! this time last year, you were my favorite anon friend - and i didn’t even know it! you have inspired some of my favorite ideas and pushed me to create things i didn’t know i was capable of. and more than that, you became one of my all time favorite people. a trusted friend, a beautiful soul, and my favorite fellow nerd. 

now - you were right, the requests you sent (ages ago.... sorry) were not so suited to my, ahem, objective. so i took a peek at @ianandmickeygallavich’s stunning prompt list and found 5 ways they wake each other up in the morning ☀️

and so, on the anniversary of both your birth and the day you asked me to write my very first smut, i present: what is more or less my second smut akjdfs HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MOST BELOVED @you-are-so-much-better-than-that

read here or below the cut! 

1. 

It’s been a while. 

It wasn’t a low, exactly. He just - he wasn’t in the mood. For anything, really. 

He didn’t want to be touched or teased; he didn’t want any eyes or lips or hands on his skin. He was fucking cranky, alright?

And Mickey took it on the chin, really. After a couple of days of failed attempts, he seemed to get the hint. He didn’t complain; he didn’t pout. He followed Ian’s lead, waiting for him to come back to himself. 

And he got himself off in the shower when he thought Ian was napping. 

So yeah, it’s been a while. 

Ian wakes before his alarm after a few days of hitting snooze. It’s still; their room is suspended in quiet darkness as the morning takes its time. 

Mickey is asleep, breaths even and slow. He is just illuminated by the moonlight, the shapes and curves of his body almost glowing against the dark.

Ian is overcome with need. Those lost days of want, of unstoppable desire come rushing through him, flooding his veins with fire. His body reacts instantly. He’s fucking burning as he lies in the silent morning next to his husband.

And Mickey looks gorgeous - otherworldly, all lit up and smooth. 

Ian moves closer, bridging the gap that stretched between them for days. He can feel Mickey’s energy flowing off him even in sleep; it crackles beneath his hand as it hovers over Mickey’s skin. 

He runs his fingertips down Mickey’s arm, touches feather soft until his hand comes to rest at Mickey’s hip. He grips just lightly, guiding Mickey closer still - just swimming beneath consciousness, Mickey comes easily. 

Ian leaves soft kisses along his husband’s shoulder, hushing and soothing as Mickey begins to wake. 

Mickey turns onto his back, hands searching beneath the blankets to grab at Ian’s arm. His eyes search the darkness for Ian’s - wide, a little apprehensive. Ian smiles - a gentle, closed-lip thing - and Mickey relaxes against the sheets. 

“Touch me,” Mickey whispers into that space between them, the one that fades away with each matched breath. 

Ian’s on him in an instant, warm hand closing around where Mickey’s already hard and aching between his legs. His strokes are deliberate; a thank you on his fingertips. An apology Mickey wouldn’t want to hear. 

Mickey’s hips rock up to meet him, urging Ian to move faster still. On a gasped breath, he turns his head towards Ian, eyes bright as the pale sun at last brings his face into view. He bites at his lip as Ian pumps his fist, slick and warm as he twists around the head. 

He comes quietly; spilling into Ian’s hand as the sun rises. Mickey pants against his pillow, body limp with pleasure and with relief. His hand reaches out to palm at Ian, even as his eyes drift shut - pulled towards a deeper sleep than he’s had in days. 

“Sleep,” Ian says, moving to clean up. Mickey nods, releasing a long breath through his nose. He’s asleep before Ian turns back at the doorway.

“We can catch up later.”

2.

Mickey used to hate Ian’s freckles. 

He remembers sitting across from Ian in that fucking juvie visitor’s room, thick glass between them. Ian’s stupid freckly cheeks had stretched into that knowing smile, like he saw right through him. 

Ian always saw right through him. 

And it drove Mickey to distraction, those freckles dusted around that fucking smile. They made him goddamn insane until the day he walked out of the detention center to find that same smile surrounded by still more sun-darkened freckles. 

It never left him, really. That clawing need to see Ian smile - and those freckles that moved with it. 

Mickey stares at him this morning, a decade later. His husband now. And Mickey is desperate to see that smile. 

It’s a late morning for them. They were out late last night, pressed against each other in the booth of some trendy neighborhood bar, stealing each other’s fruity cocktails and kissing each other with sticky lips. 

They’d tripped over themselves to get home, laughing as they held each other up under those glowing streetlights. Ian passed out as soon as Mickey managed to get him out of his boots and jeans. 

It was fun. It was so much fucking fun. 

And looking at Ian now, Mickey fucking misses him. 

He never really hated those freckles. They just - they were always so out of bounds for him. He could never touch them, never let himself even think about them. Not in the ways he wanted. 

But this morning, Mickey has everything he wants. 

Ian’s freckles are scattered before him across an expanse of skin that Mickey knows so intimately. He knows every dip, every line, every soft curve of Ian’s body. He knows what it is to press kisses into the map on Ian’s skin and watch that smile drift across his face. 

Mickey’s mouthing against that skin before he realizes he’s moved. 

It’s instinct now; the path his tongue takes from freckle to freckle. From Ian’s chest to his throat, up his neck and along his jaw. That smile breaking through as Mickey reaches his ear, tugging at the lobe as Ian chuckles low and pleased. 

It’s slow, the two of them still heavy-headed and sluggish. Ian tugs at himself beneath the sheets as Mickey digs around his bedside drawer for the lube. He moves between Ian’s legs with a slicked up palm, taking the two of them in hand. 

They rock together, gasping and laughing as they fumble to touch with clumsy hands. 

Mickey comes as he watches those freckles move with every breath Ian takes, skin pink beneath them. Ian is laughing; releasing against his own belly and chest, freckles coated in it. 

He’s still breathless as Mickey wipes them clean; smiling up at him, freckled cheeks round and flushed.

Mickey kisses them, laughing as Ian smiles wider still beneath his lips. 

3.

Like most mornings, Ian wakes up a little hard. 

He could ignore it, shake it off and go about his morning routine. An early-morning run and a shower - then he could crawl back into bed beside Mickey and finish what his body started. 

But Mickey is pressed up against him, arm slung over Ian’s middle, his own hard on pressed against Ian’s side. Ian’s body is warm and his mind is slowly and pleasantly coming alive. 

And he just can’t make himself get up. 

He presses a kiss to Mickey’s head, hoping to gently coax him into this side of the morning. 

“Mick,” he sings lightly, “Mickey, let’s play.”

His husband tightens his grip and mumbles something unintelligible, but doesn’t make any attempt to open his eyes. Ian loses him to sleep again, body sagging where it rests against Ian’s. 

“Alright,” Ian shrugs. “Guess I’m gonna take care of myself.”

He takes his time, tracing his own lips with his fingertips. They drift over his bottom lip and down his chin, nails scratching just lightly as he goes. 

His breaths come a little sharper as he touches his own chest, hair wiry under his touch. He tweaks a nipple and laughs to himself; it never feels as good as when Mickey does it.

Mickey sighs as Ian’s hand travels beneath where his arm rests on Ian’s belly. He picks up the pressure, feeling his soft skin give as he drags his hand down to his hip. He pinches at the skin, goosebumps erupting at the sting. 

He shivers as he takes his cock in hand; Mickey shifts in sleep, eyebrows drawn together. 

Ian closes his eyes as he moves, hand dry but warm around him. He feels that soft weight of Mickey sleeping against him grow lighter as he stirs, but Ian keeps his eyes shut, enjoying the delighted responses of his own body. 

He’s about to reach for the lube when he feels the blankets wrenched away. Ian’s eyes fly open - “The fuck?”

Mickey is sitting up in bed, eyes dark and chest heaving. He peers down at Ian. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Ian looks pointedly down at his own dick in his hand. “What’s it look like? I’m jerking off!” 

“Without me?”

“I tried to wake you up, but you weren’t having it,” Ian answers, rolling his eyes. “So I went solo.”

“Don’t think you tried that hard,” Mickey pouts. “Can’t believe you started without me.”

“I’m sorry,” Ian says. “I’m kind of having a nice time though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re not the only one who likes my fingers.”

Mickey smirks, leaning back against the pillows. He stretches out on his back, reaching into his own boxers. He picks up a slow rhythm, stroking himself and raising an eyebrow at Ian. 

“Don’t fuckin’ stop on my account then,” he laughs, breathy and laced with want. “I’ll just be over here enjoying the view.”

4. 

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the couch. 

But after a hideous day spent helping Lip and Tami bicker their way through their latest DIY project at the house, Ian had dropped on the sofa, body aching, and slept through the rest of the afternoon.

He wakes up when his phone vibrates incessantly on the coffee table. Ian reaches for it, ready to shout down the line at whoever’s on the other end - only to find that his battery had died. 

“Mick,” he groans, calling out to wherever Mickey might be holed up. “Is that your fuckin’ phone?”

“No,” Mickey calls back. “Sure ain’t!”

Ian sits up, confused. What the fuck is that?

A little alarmed, he follows the sound down the hall to their bedroom. 

And - of course. 

Mickey’s spread out on the bed, grinning wickedly. One hand is splayed out on his chest; the other is down by his side, clutching a remote. His cock, thick and hard, rests untouched against his belly. 

Between his legs, stretching his hole, rests the prostate massager Ian bought him weeks ago. 

“Oh my god,” Ian breathes. “What - why?”

“You had - a long day,” Mickey says, breath hitching as he wriggles against the bed. “Thought I’d show you a good time tonight. Help you - fuck - relax.”

Ian moves across the room instantly, shedding clothes as he goes. 

“I fucking love you,” he growls, nipping at Mickey’s ear as his husband shakes beneath him. He takes the remote from Mickey’s hand, increasing the speed of the toy as he kisses down Mickey’s body. 

A hand in his hair stops him from getting far. 

“I’m showing you a good time, remember?” Mickey warns, pulling Ian back up and pushing him on his back. 

Ian feels his entire body light up as Mickey crawls over him, the vibrations of the toy making them both gasp and rock with pleasure. 

Mickey moves between Ian’s legs and Ian swears he’d marry that mouth all over again if he could. It brings him in, wet and hot, all pressure and friction and the flick of Mickey’s tongue. 

Ian presses at the remote again, switching up the rhythm of the massager. Mickey moans around him, and it shoots up Ian’s body. He feels Mickey’s pleasure in his own blood, humming as it moves through him. 

It’s a feverish haze of heat and sensation as Mickey’s mouth moves of its own accord; sucking on his cock, mouthing at his balls, licking at his hole. Ian loses himself in it, body warm and rising. 

He feels Mickey’s release coming, feels it building as Ian reaches his own high. He feels Mickey rocking against the toy, feels his frenzied movements as he works his own cock. Ian wants to sit up and watch; wants to see it tear through Mickey’s body.

But he’s suspended in it, his own pleasure; he’s held by it. It creeps through him, holding him in place until it rips forth all at once. 

He shouts with it, breath heaving as Mickey groans though his own orgasm. Ian melts into the mattress, his quaking husband laying boneless over him. 

When Mickey starts to shift, Ian fiddles with the remote, turning the toy off and gently manuevering Mickey so he can remove it. He kisses Mickey’s face, his hair, his hands. 

“Good time?” Mickey murmurs, smiling against his pillow. 

Ian kisses him again, squarely on the mouth. 

5.

“So,” Ian says around a mouthful of pasta, “it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

Mickey stabs at a piece of chicken. “Yes, and you’ve done a great fuckin’ job of not bringing it up for - what, three hours now?”

“Hey. I followed all your rules this year. No party, no big surprises, and you won’t even have to speak to Lip if you don’t want to.”

“I think I said no surprises at all,” Mickey reminds him, eyes narrowing. “You better not have some bullshit up your sleeve, Ian.”

“No bullshit,” Ian swears solemnly, crossing his heart and winking. 

“The fuck was that gay little wink?”

“C’mon, Mick, everything I do is gay. I mean it, we’re not gonna do anything you don’t wanna do tomorrow. It’s your day.”

Mickey slurps a noodle, considering. 

“My day, huh?”

“Your day,” Ian agrees, leaning over the table. “Whatever you want. We’ll get up when you want, eat whatever you want, do literally whatever you want.”

Mickey hums. “Alright, then. So you’re saying no errands tomorrow? No work emails or talk about bills?”

“Adulthood is suspended on your birthday, Mick,” Ian confirms. 

“No early morning runs? Or protein powder in my pancakes? No alarms at the ass crack of dawn?”

“A box of donuts and a joint to start the day,” Ian promises. “Or banana pancakes in bed? No alarms. I’ll let you sleep all day if ya want. Or - I’ll wake you up however you want.”

“Oh yeah? Say more,” Mickey demands, leaning in to meet Ian’s gaze.

“No birthday surprises, huh? Okay, then I guess I’ll tell you everything. 

I’m gonna wait till you’re just about to wake up. Right when you start gettin’ all fuckin’ squirmy, ya know?

I’m gonna crawl under the covers and kiss you all up and down your body. Get you even squimier. Gonna suck on your thighs just how you like it. Bite on your hips a little then lick at the sting. 

Gonna kiss across your belly, wet and slow. Gonna drag against your cock as I move up that strong fuckin’ body, skin all soft and warm. Gonna feel you laugh and moan under my hands as I keep movin’, nibblin’ at your chest and suckin’ on your nipples. 

You’re sitting awfully close, babe. Just c’mere and sit on my lap.

I’ll kiss at your tattoo and trace it with my tongue, I’ll lick up your neck, leavin’ marks as I go. Everyone’ll know how you woke up, shaking and begging. Don’t give me that look - I’m gonna have you begging. But because it’s your birthday, I’ll give you everything you want. ‘M always gonna give you what you want, Mick. 

I’m gonna kiss your face and watch you finally open your eyes and look at me. Gonna nip at that pink mouth and kiss you long and deep. Gonna swallow those dirty noises you make and own your fuckin’ mouth. Give you just enough - feel how hard I’m gettin’ right now, fuck - 

and then I’m gonna flip you over and go back down.

Over your shoulders and back, gonna mark you up while you press against the mattress for some fuckin’ relief. Gonna lick and bite my way to your ass and just between those cheeks. You’re gonna be a goddamn mess up there, beggin’ for me to spread you open. And because it’s your birthday, I will. 

That feels good, keep movin’ like that and I’ll tell you what else I’m gonna do. 

I’m gonna lick you open and fuck you with my tongue. Gonna do that swirly move you like so much - oh fuck, yeah, are you touchin’ yourself? God. I’m gonna work my fingers in there and play with you. Tease you. Pull you up on your knees and feel you shakin’. 

And when you’re practically fuckin’ crying for my cock, I’ll give it to ya. ‘Cause it’s your birthday. I’m gonna fuck you deep and hard - and so fuckin’ slow, you’re gonna hate it. 

Where are you going? Why are you on the floor - 

Oh. Yeah. 

Think you can finish me off before I - fuck, fuck - finish tellin’ you everything?

Shit. Yeah. Gonna fuck you slow, so you feel every inch when I move. Not gonna touch that cock yet, though. No, not you, you keep going. Yeah, just like that. 

Just before you start to get honestly pissed off, I’m gonna pick it up. Gonna fuck you as hard as you like it, for as long as I fuckin’ can. Fuck - don’t stop, don’t fuckin’ stop doing that. Gonna - shit, I’m gonna hold you up when you can’t do it yourself anymore. 

And then - yes, fuck yeah, when I start to feel it, when you’re hot and pulsing around me, when you’re right on the goddamn edge, I’m gonna reach for that cock. Oh - fuck, almost. All hard and heavy in my hand, fuckin’ aching for it. 

It won’t take long, though. You’re gonna - wait. Fuck, wait wait I’m gonna fuckin’, I’m - oh, god, yes yes fuck - 

Holy fuck. Fuckin’ love you.

So, yeah. It’ll end something like that.”

-

Ian watches Mickey closely the next morning. Watches as the sunlight drifts through their blinds and crosses Mickey’s face for the first time in this new year. 

He wonders how much harder he can fall this year - wonders how Mickey will grow and lighten and settle further into their life this year. He can’t fucking wait. 

Mickey starts to stir, just a little. 

Ian smiles and disappears beneath the covers. 

#RIGHT UNDER THE WIRE it turns out smut is difficult lmao #some are smuttier than others i am not good at this #god bless all of you who do this on the reg #we don't deserve you #and we don't deserve CHRISSY at all #our cheerleader our timeline navigator our sweetest pal #i love you i love you i love you #can't wait to make tomato pies with you #if you're even able to look me in the eye after this aslkdjfh #tumblr writing #on the first ask last year i wrote: fruit kink??? #and on this one i write: freckle kink??? #i'm rambling no one look at me #EDIT: i am bad at tumblr and all my formatting didn't carry over? #please read on ao3 to get the ✨ italics ✨

[the-lonelybarricade]

Hi hi hi! Thank you for being such an amazing and kind person! I haven't known you for a very long time but I wanted to let you know how much I adore you and your personality! You're like sunshine in a bottle and I love it! (I hope that comparison made sense but if it didn't, you're a shining light on my dashboard<33333)

Sorry, I'M the bottle of sunshine??? Pot, I'd like you to meet this kettle.

#I'm not even being dramatic I would die for you #coming into everyone's askbox being the literal sweeetest person on this website #we don't deserve you #and you must be protected at all cost

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

#I don't have words to describe how I feel for the men of Palestine #the things I have seen them do after everything they have been through goes so far beyond selfless #what do you call this? this prevailing goodness and willingness to give everything they have and more? what word even touches it? #I don't think there is one #islamophobia has conditioned us to see these men and boys as evil and dangerous #we see this in how we speak about Palestine #and we need to uncondition ourselves #they're just as innocent and of value and good as the women and children #so fight for them #they don't deserve this any more than the women and children #free palestine #palestine

[talaricula]

Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :

Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources

Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)

Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women

Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women

Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)

Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)

Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community

Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS

Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough

Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media

Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards

Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories

Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")

And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue

Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)

#Also I'm saying this as someone who actually watched quite a few of Somerton's videos #And noticed those patterns and stopped watching bc I recognised them from here #and had already learned to unlearn them after being so exposed to them here #And tbh I think anyone who hasn't had the luck or made the conscious choice to seek out ppl who pushed against those narratives #Would absolutely have fallen for this man's bullshit. Like let's not kid ourselves we see takes like this every day on this hellsite #2014 me would have. For sure. #This is next to the plagiarism issue which as Harris points out is an Internet wide issue and this includes tumblr #James Somerton #hbomberguy #todd in the shadows #This brought to you by a conversation with my wife yesterday #So many ppl on here don't deserve to meme or be this self absolvingly critical of this man #The call is coming from inside the house #The man has a tumblr it would legit not surprise me if some of the things he supposedly made up himself he did actually get from somewhere #And that somewhere was a tumblr post

[momonica05]

CONCERNED APE I WANT TO DRINK MAYONESE WAKE UP

#stardew valley #sv #concerned ape #stardew valley 1.6 #WAKE UP PLEASE #OR DON'T YOU DESERVE TO REST!!! #SLEEP ALL YOU WANT!!! #WE LOVE YOU!! #BUT YHE UPDATE

[egophiliac]

ok so as someone still relatively new to TWST (and someone just taking the events as they come to EN instead of keeping up with the JP side) and as a Jack Howl simp

I am of the (CORRECT) opinion that he should absolutely get an Applepom look because... fwuffy. and hat with ear holes. and he'd be SO insistent that he's used to the cold and doesn't need it but he will take it once it's insisted on because he's polite and won't refuse Gramma Felmier

Also I think a fun twist on the "someone's sled breaks and their plushie tears so they have to come up with another idea" bit from the other event is that Jack goes wolf mode to pull the sled (because as said in his starsending wish he pulls sleds back at home on breaks to try and get faster as a wolf!)

I'm biased though because I need more Jacc in my life

Thoughts?

thank you anon for bringing the mental image of harveston Jack into my life. he would be SO fluffy...so warm...he would haul so many apples...

also while I love the imagery of him pulling the sled, I feel like that would probably get them insta-disqualified. :( unless they can somehow 1) convince the judges that this enormous talking wolf is actually a very well-made plush, and 2) get Jack to go along with it (I do think Jack would instantly respect Marja as being more alpha or whatever and would have to, like, choose between his sense of JUSTICE, or going along with cheating at this sporting event so an authority figure doesn't get mad at him) (...wait this is just the plot of episode 2 again) (DANGIT)

#art #twisted wonderland #marja would never stand for cheating though. this is NOT how she became idia's sports anime waifu. #that said we deserve a jack in cuddly winter knits #maybe next winter-themed event... #if i remember right he also canonically snowboards and now i suddenly want a card of that #i want to see whatever weird fantasy twist on snowboarding they would do for an event #jack: for contrived reasons i need 3-5 peers to join my traditional hometown competition where the boards are made of candy or whatever #no you don't understand it would be like...peppermint-themed and extremely cute. i actually do very much want this now. #(sorry to keep doing the marker-style stuff i'm just having fun with ~brushes~) #(also sorry for taking forever with this) (stuff is busy right now!) #(eyes slide away from inbox timestamps...)

[uncanny-tranny]

I love you, trans people with intellectual disabilities. You deserve to have the same opportunities as everybody else, and that's because you are a person. You deserve to be happy. Intellectually disabled trans people deserve the exact same respect, recognition, and love that (should be) afforded to everybody else.

Intellectually disabled trans people, you deserve to make your own decisions about your transness. You are allowed to want for transition or to change your name, clothes, hair, pronouns, or anything else. You deserve support and understanding. I hope you are able to receive that. You belong in this world as your true self. Your transness and your disability/disabilities are not bad things - they are good, and they are important.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #intellectual disability #disability #disability positivity #trans positivity #absolutely *so* tired of people 'forgetting' that intellectually disabled trans people; 1) exist and 2) are autonomous human beings #absolutely hate hate hate the ableism of 'but we have to protect ID trans people from themselves :(' #no. YOU deserve to have a say in your life intellectually disabled trans person. you are a person first and foremost #you don't need to be 'saved' from the 'tragedy' of having an ID or from being trans... #...these things are neutral at worst. you deserve whatever support you want and/or need... #...but you aren't ever a bad person for that. you are loved. you are worthy. you are cherished. you deserve to be you

[konigsblog]

daddy kink with older-boyfriend könig

tw/cw: daddy kink, age difference/age gap, afab!f!reader, dom!könig. MDNI 18+ — photo credits: @glutt_r on x/twitter.

”that’s my girl. look at you, taking my big cock so fuckin’ well, isn't that right, little lamb?”

könig's words are full of depravity and pleasure. the sight of you on your back, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders, with your swollen cunt swallowing every inch of his large, hung dick. it's a sight for sore eyes that leaves könig's breathing laborious and strained, fitting himself inside of your tight, warm stickiness.

“fuck, daddy-- hurts ‘s bad, but feels so good...”

your eyes are rolled to the back of your head at his pace, with each thrust knocking your body forward. your eyes glisten with delirium and delectation, unable to explain the way he leaves your pussy feeling. your cunt drools around his thick girth, with each inch splitting you open. your weeps are pitiful, yet go straight to his lengthy dick. he grabs your jaw tightly, forcing you to look into his eyes as he slides his wet boner back and forth into your tight, gummy, and smooth hole.

his heavy, full balls slapping against your puffy pussy leave you mewling out—a mutt in distress, a pathetic dog in heat. you look so gorgeous while you're getting your cunt fucked by an older sicko, treated like a slut by your older boyfriend. he's so experienced; he knows exactly how to treat you right, and it leaves your sweet pleasure coating his shaft in your glossy juices. 

“don’t cry, little mouse. you’re taking daddies’ fat dick like a good girl. just be quiet and take it nicely.” you don't fight it. you lean back, your back arched and your folds wrapped around his shaft. you clutch and clamp around his dick repetitively, the sensation of his cock pulsing inside of your wet sex leaving your chest falling and rising rapidly. each pump of his hot load inside of your cunny leaves a tear rolling down your cheek, left as a shaking and whining mess in könig's bed.

so stuffed, and so fucking full of daddies thick, potent cum. might as well make him a daddy, yeah, baby?

#orla speaks #könig x you #könig x reader #konig x you #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #i deserve a moment with könig just like this.... honestly - don't we all?! #tw: age gap #tw: age difference

[tittyinfinity]

I just remembered that up until 5th grade, all of the sports teams I was in weren't separated by gender. I played basketball and baseball with boys. And we did just fine.

It wasn't until 6th grade when they segregated it by gender. It didn't make sense to me. I was now in softball because of baseball, because "softball is for girls" and "baseball is for boys" (which confused me bc my dad was on an adult softball team).

Now, my brother's all-male team didn't win a single game. My all-girls team won every single one.

They presented the boys' team with this HUGE trophy, and if you wanted replicas of it, they were $30 each.

My team was presented with a very small trophy. Extras were $5.

That's when I decided gender-segregated sports were bullshit.

#my mom went off on my brother's coach for that #said that it wasn't fair that my brother's team got to celebrate more than us despite actually winning #(it was through the same sports program) #she said she wasn't gonna pay $30 for a trophy whenever he was a horrible coach #bc the boys he had when they were on my team with my coach did just fine #their coach was this horrible egotistical guy who would scream at tbem for not doing good enough #when he didnt even KNOW HOW TO PLAY and was just there bc his kid was praying #my coach was this cool ass dad that was very calm and gentle with us #the coach was like ''oh so you don't think your son deserves to celebrate?'' #my mom was like ''he should but he needs to learn that he can't be rewarded for losing while #my daughter is barely rewarded for winning and i don't want to teach him that gender inequality is okay'' #(my mom is cool af sometimes) #we both quit playing after that

[floating--goblin]

you know what hill i'll die on? terzo is not the sluttiest emeritus

I mean sure, he's the most dramatic and the most outspoken about sex, and he gave us Mummy Dust which is its own discussion-- but I sincerely don't see him, in his private life, being so promiscuous. Like out of all of them, I'm the most certain Terzo would be either monogamous or have a few regular partners at most, but I don't think he'd be big on casual flings. Frankly I don't even see him having sex that much at this point, he seems more attached to it as a concept than an actual activity he regularly engages in.

You know who's the inverse of that, though? The one Tobias himself calls a pervert? Secondo. There's your whore. I know he looks big and mean and authoritary but let's be honest, half of Infestissumam is about ritual sex and he's out in Vegas on the regular with more women than he can reliably satisfy. He says it himself that he became Papa because "he likes a sexy beat". THERE'S THE EMERITUS WHORE, AND I'M CERTAIN OF IT

#the band ghost #i'm not trying to be like. puritanical by saying this #far from it #it's just like #i feel terzo is often stereotyped as hypersexual #and i feel like that's because he's for lack of a better word the most queer-coded papa #i just don't think he should be THE slutty emeritus yknow? because when i think about him i think of other things #he's the greatest showman among all of them and the way he grew disillusioned with the world is tragic #he's the only one (so far) to have gotten a grammy #he's the first to treat his ghouls like proper friends #the only time we see sister imperator actually afraid is when he shows up #like there's SO MUCH and obviously i'm not saying or even thinking that a character's sexuality is less important than other features #all the papas encourage a celebration of sexuality #i'm just saying i feel like people stop at that. and don't look at terzo any deeper #and that's tragic because he's a HELL of a character #and when you look at the bigger picture i'm sorry but i just can't think he fucks as much as secondo. sorry #give mr worldwide the recognition he deserves ok #and also give terzo proper characterization!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hello Stranger. Whom I have never met.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #xiao xingchen #xue yang #a-qing #Xue yang realizing the situation and changing up his mannerisms on the spot probably should not be as funny to me as it is #Everyone here is in a bad situation. XY and A-Qing are playing the long game of faking critical information #XXC is just vibing. I am calling him 'baby girl' in the most 'oh god we got to get you out of this house' tone #The situation at hand is the xxc took home a bobcat to nurse it back to health #thinking it would be just like a housecat. But a house cat would also eat your face advantageously. A bobcat wont wait for you to die #meta note: I've been drawing the last few comics in the same room as my buddy while they play hollow knight. #They were going through the royal waterways while I've been drawing. Fighting Flukes. #If you care to know about the auditory experience in the BG that underlies these last few comics. #if you know then you know. If you don't... then I wish I was you. #but I like to think thats what XY hears when he's passed out in his nightmares. As he deserves.

[introspectivememories]

best ending: they talk it out after lewis wins his 8th wdc and we end up with brocedes in each other's lives again. lewis shows up on nico's yt channel. nico is on lewis' insta. vivian dogwalks both of them for letting the divorce last that long. i join the convent because this is clearly a miracle from god and reblog gifsets of brocedes interacting from the chapel. rinse, repeat.

ending we're most likely gonna get: whatever the hell we have now. nico talks about lewis. lewis will say karting is the best time of his career. for two seconds out of the year, lewis will say nico's name. i will sob, rinse, repeat.

worst ending: they shut the fuck up about each other forever. they process the divorce and move on with their lives without each other. i will go on tumblr and reblog angsty web weaves about their relationship and what could've been. i take psychic damage. rinse. repeat.

#inshallah we get the best ending #but we will most likely get the middle one #obviously them processing the divorce is best for each other and like it's none of our business but as a bystander to their fallout #i think i deserve emotional compensation in teh form of knowing exactly what they are to each other #my family is sick of me wailing about them #if you'd've told me last year (casual f1 watcher/knew bits of the lore but didn't really care that much) that i would one day be sobbing #over a rivalry that happened when i was in elementary/middle school i woulda laughed soo fuckin hard #anyway vivian ik you're richer than god and you probably don't need it but i hope you're getting paid 8 figures for putting up w brocedes #f1 #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #brocedes

[katnissandpeetamellark]

One person's sane and the other is... Coriolanus Snow

#RIP Lucy Gray (sort of we don't know if she's alive or dead...) you deserved better. #Lucy Gray Baird #Coriolanus Snow #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Snowbaird #the Hunger games #THG #TBOSAS #hunger games #bosas #president snow #lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray my beloved #Lucy Gray deserved better

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

I simultaneously want to live a lifestyle where I can regularly afford to EXTRAVAGANTLY tip service workers, whilst also living in a world where topping culture is not normal or necessary because minimum wage laws do their damn jobs and actually allow all workers to comfortably support their selves & families without relying on the arbitrary "generosity" of entitled customers

#not a shitpost #anyway tipping is not the norm in many countries bc employers are held to a higher accountability re: liveable wages #and in the U.S. specifically tipping as a cultural norm is DIRECTLY descended from post-civil-war racism #I highly recommend googling that shit bc there are MUCH better sources than my dumb little blog #but basically i believe it arose in industries that employed (exploited) a large newly unenslaved black workforce #by offering service jobs that paid unethically low wages (to post-emancipation black americans with VERY few options/resources) #with the excuse that 'tips' would 'reward' good performance and make up the wage difference to 'deserving' workers #while actually it was a control tactic that enabled racist white customers to financially abuse underpaid black employees #keeping in mind that many white americans at this point resented the new legal right of former slaves to earn money and hold jobs at all #ANYWAY I'm rambling and I don't have a list of sources that's just a summary of stuff I remember reading #I apologize for any accidental misinformation this is why i normally stick to dumb clown biology horror posts #(the nose is the fruiting fungal body. honk it thrice to Release The Spores) #...no wait wait wait i thought i was done BUT: #it's no coincidence that tipping culture has continued predominantly in industries more likely to employ women and people of color #and people without access to higher education. because TIPPING IS FUNDAMENTALLY A FORM OF FINANCIAL ABUSE MEANT TO ENFORCE SOCIAL HIERARCHY #ok whew i think im done #oh P.S. LEAVE A FUCKING TIP for people who provide you services in industries where tipping is (unfortimatrly) standard #Yes even if they do a crap job. TIPS AREN'T A 'BONUS' for 'good performance' they're literally something exploited workers need to SURVIVE #you should be able to screw up occasionally at work without being terrified of being able to pay this month's bills #Humans are human. Which means we are DEEPLY FLAWED and IMMINENTLY DESERVING OF DIGNITY AND COMPASSION. #There i did it i summarized my personal core theology nobody asked for. and in entirely too wordy a process okay i am going to BED

[art-of-wackylurker]

I guess it's my turn to contribute something to the @starwars-arttrade-2023

A lesson on meditation for @stealingpotatoes because world needs more of Luke's New Jedi Academy, it's a pleasant night, the burning wood crackles nicely and the Force fills them with good vibes (✿◡‿◡) So yea I've decided to do the 'Make them comfy' prompt a liiiiitttleeee differently and, well, that's what came out!

#star wars art trade 2023 #artists on tumblr #pixel art #star wars #ahsoka tano #grogu #star wars aliens #I'd die for Zheff tbh he's so cute #and holy heck I haven't done pixelart in ages #idk this is very much experimental and I low-key don't know what I'm doing but ALAS #just a fun little thingy #we need more Luke's jedi academy stuff tbh and you my dear Potato are doing the gods' work #idk what else to say have some free serotonin #everyone deserves some free serotonin

[uncanny-tranny]

I think it would really benefit people to internalize that mental illnesses are often chronic and not acute. Some of us will never be able to jump the hurdle of managing illness, much less sustaining a sense of normalcy. Many of us will never "recover," will never manage symptoms, will never even come close to appearing normal - and this is for any condition, even the ones labeled as "simple" disorders or "easy-to-manage" disorders.

It isn't a failure if you cannot manage your symptoms. It isn't a moral failure, and you aren't an awful person. You are human. There's only so much you can do before recognizing that you cannot lift the world. Give yourself the space to be ill because, functionally, you are.

#mental health #mental health advocacy #like... anxiety and depression are often concieved of as simple and easy to manage... #...but that isn't the case for so many of us. anxiety and depression just have a lot more research invested into them... #...and while i wish this were the case for literally every other condition it does alter people's perception of you to some extent... #...so while this is NOT solely about anxiety or depression it includes us... #...my anxiety and depression and PTSD have *destroyed* my life. this is chronic and will probably be life-long... #...and that isn't my fault. i've done the fucking work but guess what? that doesn't account for the fact that I Am Just ILL #the least we can do for each other is to be compassionate #be compassionate to those who cannot heal. be compassionate to the people who can't manage their lives. this world is scary enough #recognize that management of symptoms is something not all of us can do - even IF their condition is labeled as 'easy to manage' #i allowed myself to feel angry that i can't heal 'normally' and that was unfair as fuck toward myself #and i NEED people to internalize this so that MAYBE this could help somebody else who is where i was #i NEED them to understand that it's okay that they are where they are - sometimes shit just doesn't turn out how you expect or want #don't beat yourself over you being a person. you are struggling enough. you deserve to rest. just rest please #and just... give yourself space