#y’all aren’t oppressed Please shut up

[jjkyaoi]

i cant believe there’s actually people that are making threads on twitter and acting like they’re oppressed because quackity & george are reading fanfics on stream 🤨 that’s quite literally fucking ridiculous

#y’all aren’t oppressed Please shut up #they aren’t making fun of you. they’re being really respectful about this entire thing - #- and you come out of the jump with Threads? #bestie ... #😀 #mcyt #mcytblr #dream smp #mcyters #quackityhq #georgenotfound

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

Professor Kuroo Part Three

yes yes, here I am, part three coming in hot hope y’all enjoy  😈 hehe  I’m thinking this is going to be around 6-7 parts so 👀  

💖 J

part one  part two 

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Kuroo ends up showing up at The Brew too early. Most likely a product of his nerves and the fact that after work he couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was going to happen tonight. He barely touched his dinner—a bad choice, retrospectively, as he sits at the bar sipping on his beer. Calling it ‘sipping’ is being far too generous, he keeps subconsciously ordering another one after he finished so he had something to do besides stew for the 45 minutes before your agreed meeting time.

Kuroo is a regular here, whether it be for the numerous happy hours with colleagues, or just to unwind after a long day, but the bartender can tell something is up. “Date tonight?” He asks casually, looking to help Kuroo loosen up.

Kuroo laughs, “God, I wish.”

When do you do show up—holy fuck, does he wish he’d drunk all the kegs behind the counter. That’s the only way he’d be able to deal with this situation. You’ve changed since work, and damn you to hell, why did you have to wear something that makes you even more jaw-dropping than usual. He didn’t even think that was possible. Making it worse, you don’t seem to particularly notice the intoxicating effect you have on him.

And when your eyes find him seated at the bar, he reflexively orders another beer without breaking eye contact with you. He’s really going to need it. If you notice that he’s quaking in his shoes, you don’t give any indication, which he supposes is a mercy. You stride across the room, heading straight for him and order a drink before greeting him.

He gives you a slow smile that makes your spine straighten, replying, “You look nice.”

Your eyes narrow. “Don’t start with that.”

He shrugs, holding his hands up in a placating manner. “Just a compliment, I know we’re all business tonight.” That sinful smile still on his face keeping you on high alert to keep your pants on tonight.

Once the bartender slides your drink across the bar to you, Kuroo motions to an empty booth on the wall near the back for you two to occupy. You try not to look too relieved that he’s at least being courteous to your privacy. This place is still close to the University, and while you may be able to pass this off as a ‘semi-professional’ meeting, you’d rather not risk it.

Upon sitting down, an awkward silence stretches across the two of you until you say rather bluntly, “Well you invited me here.”

He laughs and throws back at you, “Well, you’re the one who said we should talk. So, I thought you’d start.”

Fucking hell, you can’t help the pace at which your heart is thundering against your chest. Despite having all day to think about how this was going to go down tonight or what you even wanted to say, you had stupidly actively tried to not think about it as it made your palms clammy and like your heart might burst. So, now that you’re actually here, you’re at a loss for words. And really hating how much you would rather focus on Kuroo in this dim lighting and secluded atmosphere, making it rather difficult to breathe.

“I want to make it clear that can’t happen again,” you finally blurt, too many thoughts tumbling through your head at once to pick out a better way to word that.

He just lifts his brows, “You did.”

You suck in a breath, feeling a weight pressing on your chest that behind his teasing demeanor, he actually appears…hurt.

God, do you hate yourself. Hate all of this.

Sighing through your nose, you say a bit quieter, “And…not that it matters but…it wouldn’t be fair to lie and say I don’t wish things were different.”

“It matters,” he murmurs softly.

He keeps his face neutral, but hearing you say that makes all this simultaneously better and worse. Fuck—what he’d give to be here with you, drinking and making you laugh. Not oppressed by this heavy weight that you both find yourselves suffocating. God this fucking sucks. So much so that he lifts a hand and motions for another beer at the bartender. Fuck it to hell, he’s getting drunk at his apartment tonight. Who cares if it’s a Monday?

You watch him carefully. He was here before you got here, so you don’t know how many drinks he’s had. And while you been to plenty department happy hours with him, you’ve never seen him drunk, so you wouldn’t know how many beers it takes.

“I’m sorry Kuroo.” The words feel meaningless.

He’s quiet before replying, “I know.

“I hate to say it, but I think we should discuss a plan for the next couple weeks before the convention.”

“I know,” he repeats. A moment passes before he adds, “And I fucking hate that you’re right.”

The bartender slides Kuroo’s drink to the end of the bar and you take the liberty of getting up to grab it for him with the intention of ordering a non-alcoholic drink for yourself. Kuroo doesn’t say anything as you leave, just watching you quietly, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut about how beautiful you look. There were days in the office he found himself staring at you, entranced by the way you move; how your eyes rove your computer screen and papers strewn across you desk, how your pencil fits in your mouth, how your eyes light up when you figure something out—he’s in so deep.

Even now, with you making suggestions on how you’ll both get by the next few weeks without raising suspicions, he finds himself lost in watching you. The way your hands move when you speak, how your knee is lightly brushing against his under the table, and how you bring the straw of your drink into your mouth to take a sip. He’s just barely comprehending what you’re saying to him.

He can feel his brain getting fuzzier and fuzzier by the second, all those beers finally catching up to him. Fuck—how many did he actually have? He definitely was not planning on getting tipsy tonight, but previous experience makes it obviously clear how his better judgement is rendered useless when you’re around.

You’ve been watching him, noting that his attention is on you, but not what you’re saying. It’s like he’s looking at you in a daze, and if you aren’t mistaken, he looks a bit flushed. It’s an effort to not groan—he’s drunk. Or at least tipsy. And when you’re finally finished laying down your ground rules you ask him exasperated, “Are you going to need help getting home?”

He’s not even in the right mind to be embarrassed. All he can think about is how fucking cute you are, so serious about this, he almost laughs out loud. You love your job so much; he loves that about you and also really fucking hates it.

“Kuroo?” You’re a little worried that he’s been staring at you quietly for a couple minutes after you asked if he needs help getting home. So, you’re going to assume that’s a yes.

Abruptly, he says, “I do…except where do I live?”

You bury your face in your hands. “Jesus fucking christ Kuroo. Please tell me you understood what I was saying earlier.”

He straightens. “Crystal fucking clear,” he drawls, a sly smile stretching across his mouth. “No all nighters, we shouldn’t talk about not work, and we hide our secret forbidden love from the world.”

“Oh lord,” you mutter, trying hard not to find this amusing. You wonder what other ridiculous things are going to come out of his mouth. Setting your elbows on the table you put out a hand. “Give me your wallet, please.”

His eyes widen, spluttering, “I—I didn’t think you were that kind of person!”

You give him a look. “I want your wallet so I can look at your ID and find out where you live, you 6’2” dumbass.” You keep your hand outstretched. “Give.”

He fumbles around in his pocket before extracting a black wallet and handing it over to you. As you open it, he shouts nervously, “Don’t look in the left pocket!” You have to stifle the laugh that is threatening to leave your mouth that you don’t have to look to know what the round thing you’re feeling that is most likely in a square package is.

Instead, you pull out his ID and ask, “Did you drive here?”

“You looking to take me home tonight?” He drawls, wiggling his eyebrows for what you’re sure he thinks is a ‘seductive’ effect.

You smirk. “That’s exactly what I’m aiming to do, now—keys.” He digs around in his pockets some more before locating his keys which you snatch from him as he dangles them from a finger in front of you. Scooting out of the booth, you point at his seat. “Stay.” He gives you a dramatic salute, going stick straight in his seat, clearly trying not to giggle to himself.

Reaching the bar, you ask the bartender, “Hey, how many has he had tonight?”

The man peers around your shoulder at Kuroo and frowns. “Not enough to get him drunk.”

You groan. Maybe he had some before showing up. You hand a card over to close the bill, wondering how this is how the night turned out.

As per your instruction, Kuroo hasn’t moved since you left and lets out a theatrical breath when you tell him, “Alright, let’s go.” He struggles to get his long legs out of the booth and under him, enough that for a moment you think he’s going to topple over on you, so you offer him your shoulder for support.

His warmth and sturdiness overwhelms your thoughts as you help him towards the door. Once you’re outside, you begin pressing the unlock button on his keys looking for the car flashing its headlights. Locating it, you both hobble over to it—his height and build completely dwarfing you. He’s able to get himself into the passenger seat, even though his legs squish up against the dashboard.  

“How do you fit in this thing?” You scoff, adjusting the seat all the way back, his legs still barely fitting.

He laughs. “I don’t!”

“I can see that,” you chuckle, shutting the door for him. Heading over to the driver’s side, you slip into the seat and unsurprisingly have to move the seat up to even reach the pedals.

“Why are you sitting so close?” He observes.

“Because I have to reach the pedals with my normal size legs to drive.”

“I like your normal size legs.” You slide a look over to him and find him looking out the front window absentmindedly, like he didn’t just confess that he likes your legs. “What about mine? Do you like my giant ones? They’re very handy, y’know, getting places.”

You type his address into your GPS and find that he doesn’t live very far. Pulling away from the curb, you bite your lip as he waits for an answer. You don’t feel like admitting to him that yes—days he wears those sleek black slacks that are fitted just right, you nearly hyperventilate. So instead you go for a non-committal, “Sure.”

He grins and mocks, “Sure.” Then pins you with a stare. “I’ve caught you staring at this sweet ass so don’t go thinking I bought that flimsy ‘sure’.” He laughs again and you nearly drive the car into a streetlamp at his words.

You can’t stop the heat crawling up your neck. “Yeah well, don’t think I haven’t caught you staring too, so I guess we’re both screwed.” You retort, attempting to focus on the road and not his golden eyes boring into you from the passenger seat.

“Screwed,” he snorts. “That’s what I’d like to—,”

“Don’t. I swear to god Kuroo—do not.”

You know he’s just lost his inhibitions. Even if what he’s saying is truly on his mind and what he wants. And while this whole situation is laughable, you are scared of the rumors that could come out of it. You have no idea who saw you at the bar, who saw you leave with Kuroo—you could very well be jeopardizing everything right now without even knowing it.

Retrospectively, you could have just called him a cab.

He pouts. Then hits the nail right on the head. “You’re not fooling anybody. I mean, you don’t have to do this, taking me home where who knows what will—oh shit!”

You slam on the brakes once you pull into a parking spot in his buildings lot, causing him to lurch forward and slam back into his seat, his eyes wide with shock. Unbuckling yourself, you glare at him, saying firmly, “Nothing is going to happen. I’m taking you home because I’m a good person and you’re drunk and will probably pass out the second you get into bed. So, unbuckle yourself and let’s go.”

You shove your door open and stalk over to the passenger side where he’s unfolding himself out of the car. Taking his elbow, you help him into the building, and he manages to at least remember the floor and unit he lives in. Jabbing the button in the elevator, you can feel that he’s looking at you.

“Why are so you angry?”

You sigh, forcing yourself to take a breath. “I’m—I’m not. I’m just frustrated.”

He nods slow and solemnly, a little too slow for you to believe he’s regained his senses. “You wish you were coming to my apartment for a different reason, I know I do.” You can’t bear to look at him. This is all so wrong in so many ways.  And you can’t find any words to respond to him either. He takes your silence as an agreement to his statement, and when the elevator dings, he plants his feet and declares, “I have an idea!” You just hum in acknowledgement. “Let’s just stay in here and pretend like the outside world doesn’t exist because the outside world is mean, and I don’t like it anymore.”

That gets a full laugh out of you, and he’s grateful that he’s finally made you laugh, seemingly brightening up his entire world with your beaming smile. Taking his arm yet again, you attempt to pull him from the elevator saying through a chuckle, “I don’t think you’ve thought that plan through Kuroo.”

“What do you mean? It’s foolproof.”

Your attempts to pull him from the elevator are useless, he far bigger and stronger than you, and the only way you’re going to get him to move is to convince him. No amount of force you can produce will budge him. You decide to humor him. “What will it take for you to abandon this plan?”

“Make me a hot pocket.” A grin lifts your lips at his request. That’s all? Then quickly he tacks on, “And a hug!”

It’s innocent enough so you agree, finally getting him to exit the elevator and head down the hallway. You have to try several keys on his key chain before you find the right one and usher him into his apartment. “Sit,” you instruct, pushing him towards the couch while you go located his hot pocket. He flops himself down onto the sofa, stretching his arms out on the back of it and leaning his head back to close his eyes.

After heating up the hot pocket, you fill a glass of water and set both on the coffee table in front of him.

You’ve never seen a man eat a hot pocket so fast in your entire life. You force him to drink the entire glass of water and fill it up 2 more times before he groans that he’s going to burst if he drinks anymore. So, you make him drink one more for good measure. He complains throughout the ordeal, but you’re sure he’ll be grateful tomorrow morning when he doesn’t wake up with a hangover.

He stands abruptly and you immediately throw your hands out to catch him in case he topples over, but he’s steady and pinning you with an intense stare. “Time to follow up on the second part of the deal,” he declares, opening his arms wide, an alarmingly serious expression on his face. “It better be a good one!”

You smile softly to yourself, getting to your feet from your seat on the coffee table. Stepping closer to him, you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes. He hunches ever so slightly, folding you in his embrace, and pulling you flush against his body. His head lowers to rest on your shoulder, his dark mess of hair tickling your neck and the scent of his cologne and body wash overwhelming your senses. This feels so right and the world is cruel for making you endure it.

“New plan,” he murmurs against your neck, sending goosebumps prickling over your arms. “We stay like this.”

You huff out a laugh, greedily allowing yourself to bury your face into his shoulder. “Can’t.” He sags against you, clearly disappointed by that answer. Even more disappointed when you release his neck and step out of his arms, muttering, “I think I should leave now, and you should go to sleep.”

Distantly he answers, “Yeah.” Then turns to head down the hallway towards his bedroom.

“Kuroo?”

“Hm?”

He looks over his shoulder to find you standing in his living room, looking like you’re on the brink of throwing all caution to the wind and following him.

“Goodnight,” you say instead. 

He smiles as best he can. “Goodnight.”

And once the door to his bedroom is shut, you quietly slip out the front door and sag against it when it closes.

That didn’t help things at all.

~

part four

#Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuuwritersnet #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou scenario #kuroo tetsurou imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #Kuroo Tetsurou

[neapolitanadonna]

SOUTH ITALY HEADCANONS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

You asked, and I shall deliver. Oh and btw, y’all might hate me for this one but, before I begin, Vargas is not an Italian last name and never has been. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk. 

- His personality was built up from years and years of hard work in his part of the country. He has to be a little rough by nature, or else things that happen in his region would kill him.

 - You think Switzerland is cheap? After years of poverty and hunger in his country, S. Italy has developed a sort of trauma for holding onto things. He needs to eat all the food in his house before he replaces it, and can’t spend more than a certain amount of money each week, god forbid the financial state of his country returns to how it was in the early 1900’s. After spending years of watching his people starve and flee to America, he can’t put himself to take advantage of things other people take for granted. 

- That being said, however, he will spend his money on high end clothes- and he has lots of them. He thinks he was personally robbed from having Milan in his part of the country, since he honestly believes he’s the better dressed between him and his brother (and he is.) Even when he makes trips to the grocery store, he’s always found in a button up shirt and dress pants. 

-He once bought an entire Dolce & Gabbana season, then two years later, did the same thing again. He also claims not to be flashy, but deep down, he likes looking good. 

- His real human name is Lovino Varone. His last name got lost in translation when Spain was occupying his portion of the country, and was switched to Vargas for Spain’s benefit. He won’t respond to Lovino Vargas, even if that’s how most people know him. 

- Though he knows formal Italian, his primary language is Neapolitan, the dialect spoken in Naples. Nobody quite understands him when he’s speaking, hell, his own brother asks him what he’s saying sometimes. He won’t force himself to make his primary language formal Italian, though. It’s just not who he is. 

-Most of his population is elderly, so he’s gotten accustomed to spending time with old men in bars and restaurants outside. Sometimes, you’ll catch him speaking like an old man himself. 

- That being said, his thoughts aren’t all that progressive. Being oppressed in his own country (by the North) he knows what it’s like to have the world turn its back on you, so in the 21st century, he’s definitely tried to become more open minded about his way of thinking. He doesn’t understand much, and sometimes he might say something offensive, but he’s getting there. 

- He says he’s Roman Catholic, but doesn’t really follow through with it as much as he did previously. Yes, he still goes to church on Christmas, Easter, and every other important day in between, but he lost a lot of faith in their practices after word came out about the corruption of priests. 

- He truly believes that honesty is the best policy, no matter what the situation is. This has led him to be unintentionally rude, but you’ll never hear him tell a lie in his life. He says everything how it is, and he’s proud of that. 

-Very, very, very sensitive on the inside. While he poses as a loud mouthed tough guy, it’s very easy to make him cry. He’s gone through so much loss in his life that he thinks that he should stop being sensitive about it by now, but every death and hardship that hits him takes its toll. 

-He hated dogs until he got one. After spending a while at Germany’s house one time in 1995 for some concert that N. Italy wanted to attend, he absolutely fell in love with Germany’s Rottweiler at the time, and has been in love with big dogs since. He’ll pretend that things like cute animals don’t affect him, but the moment he sees a puppy in the streets of Bari it’s all baby voices from there. He has two dogs, A Cane Corso and a Neapolitan Mastiff, named Lupo and Volpe (Wolf and Fox) respectively. 

-His first two dogs, two Rottweilers, Romulus and Remus, are memorialized through pictures all throughout his house in Naples. He’ll never admit that he’s never loved anything more than two German dogs.

 -During World War Two, he stood heavily with resistance groups. His brother stood more alongside Mussolini, and for years after the war, S. Italy refused to talk to him for it. To this day, if anyone even mentions the word “facist”, he’ll offer a loud groan, an eye roll, and you won’t be able to shut him up about it for about twenty minutes. 

-That being said, while his brother was promoting facism, he was in the mafia, and he isn’t very proud of it. Another reason why he’s felt like he’s had to harden his exterior was so he could fit in with those guys, and he never truly felt like he did. He’s done his fair share of drugs, killed his fair share of people, but he’ll always stand to say that at least he’s kept his shit within his own borders, not like those “imperialist pricks.”

- Because of the mass movement of people from his part of the country to The United States for about a century, he finds himself in New York City a lot. He has a lot of culture and stories there that are unique from his own country, and the rest of America. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t think America deserves his culture very much, especially since he can’t pronounce “Manicotti.” 

#hetalia headcanons #hetalia #hetalia scenarios #hetalia imagines #aph romano #lovino vargas #aph south italy

[tete-a-tay]

Friends Don’t Keep Secrets (Pennywise x F Reader)

So this happened, hope you clownfuckers enjoy. 😘😘

TW: Blood, Periods, straight smut y’all

The blanket is ripped away from your sleeping body and it is the shock of the sudden motion that wakes you rather than the loss of warmth. You snap forward into a seated position, mind blurry with sleep, not entirely awake. Your legs instinctively pull up, curling your body into a protective ball as your brow furrows and your heart races. Your arms wrap about your legs, feeling the loss of your blanket. Your voice cracks and fails as you peer into the darkness of your room, no sound leaves your lips. It is too thick, the darkness, oppressively thick and somehow full. You know why instantly but it doesn’t stop your confusion.

Two lights flame in the darkness, orange and glinting. They hover near the ceiling of the far wall before gliding closer to the bed. You hear nothing. No breathing. No movement. You gaze at the twin fires, blinking.

“What is going on?” Your voice cracks again with sleep. You rub a hand across your face and glance towards the clock on your bedside table. Taking your eyes off of the lights was a mistake. You are grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air. Your hands grasp at the inhuman wrist that holds you, trying to support your weight so you don’t choke. Your legs flail and kick. You feel claws pricking at your skin and you can mentally picture the wicked black points of them. You are about to speak when the Being beats you to it.

“Hurt.” The voice curls out of the darkness high pitched but ragged, wavering. You swallow roughly against the hand, your pulse racing. “Bleeeeding,” it’s voice is a high whisper that fades into a deep growl that reverberates in your chest. “Hurt.” The t pops, and you struggle to pull your weight up so you’ll be able to speak.

“I can’t...I can’t talk like this, Pen. You have to...could you please put me down?” You rephrase as another growl ripples from the darkness. IT is supporting your weight somehow so that you aren’t strangling but the press of it’s palm to your throat still makes talking a harsh whisper.

There is a snarl as you are released and fall heavily to the bed. The eyes blink out of existence but he does not leave. You feel him in the darkness he has created. You can smell him in your room. Sugar and caramel corn, the scent of a carnival. Something animal and feral lingers underneath, like a tigers cage at the zoo. It is a fitting mental comparison as you feel that he is stalking your bed, walking back and forth in the darkness like the predator he is. Waiting for an answer, for an explanation.

“I’m not hurt, Pen. I’m-“ The most disconcerting thing is that he does not allow his body to create sound unless he wants it to. Suddenly he is in your face and you can see every detail of his pale face as he frowns at you in an exaggerated way, eyes glowing bright he leans closer and closer until his nose presses into yours. Staring into your eyes he inhales your scent, a pointed move, a challenge. The eyes somehow...spark as he inhales. You feel no breath on your face when he hisses to you next, but warm drool is dripping down your chin, overflowing his lip that linger so close to yours.

“Lies.” His voice is something strange. Deep and growling and all encompassing, high pitched and whispering all at once. The anger is not hard to hear.

“I am bleeding, Pen, but I’m not hurt.” His nickname grounds him somehow you’ve found. So you keep using it, attempting to soothe him. You have some form of a relationship but this being is feral and inhuman and a piece of you still wonders if he might eat you.

He makes a chuffing noise, like a tiger again and his nose is pressed to your neck now, sniffling. It trails down your body to your chest, drool splattering across your skin and nightclothes. He descends until he is hovering over your crotch, nose pressing forward into your groin in a way that makes you jolt. Pennywise was prone to disappearing and he had yet to be around when your cycle came. You hadn’t been...whatever this was for very long. He was eons old so surely he knew what a period was?

The glowing eyes slowly raise up to look at your face, not moving from where he hovers. He blinks out of sync, one eye than the other. “It’s...my period, Pen. It’s not the same as bleeding, really.”

He regards you blankly, no emotion on his face. Should you explain this further to him? But his wavering voice reaches your ears after another moment. “Like a doooog in heat,” You feel his hands grip your hips, claws pressing into the fabric. “You bleed...without telling ol’ Pennywise?”

You swallow, suddenly unsure. “You...you’ve been gone for all the others I thought…”

He is climbing your body now, slithering up you with his length and weight pressing down heavily. His teeth are sharp, his mouth is widening with more and more teeth. “You hide this from...your old pal...Pennywise?” His breath is warm in your face. It stinks of burnt sugar and iron, of fear. He has adopted a fake sadness, the words rising with a whine from his gravelly throat. “I am the Eater of Worlds, the Eater of Flesh,” His words are unaffected by all the teeth, by his mouth as it opens wider. The teeth gleam before your face, impossibly sharp and deadly. You are afraid now, so unsure why he’s so angry at having not known about your bleeding.

“The Eater of...Blood.” The words are quiet as he cranes his neck down, twisting it with an animal tilt. Suddenly you are even more unsure, as drool from his fanged mouth drips slowly onto you. He stares into your eyes, posed above you with teeth jutting towards you like a fish you once saw in a nature show. With speed that defies physics he is back down at the joining of your thighs and he watches your face as he opens his jaws, splits his face, the light of his deadlights glows dimly but he isn’t trying to let you see them.

His jaws descend towards your hips with the speed of a striking predator and you close your eyes shut. The fangs slice through your clothes and prick your skin, scratch you, and you are sure he’s going to tear a chunk of you off or bite you in half. The air is cool on your flesh, torn clothing ripped further away by a hand. He descends again, hot breath fanning your sex. No sooner do you feel the prick of his teeth against your skin than it is gone, vanished, and his nose is pressing into your clit as his impossibly long tongue buries itself deep inside you, writhing and turning. You jolt and fist the blankets at the sudden pleasure, a sharp keen escaping you.

Your legs pop apart and you hear the muffled wetness of his grunts. When you have gained control of your body you look down at him. His face is buried in your pussy, pressed so close every small movement of his head presses his nose into that small bundle of nerves like a stroke of lightning. His eyes are rolled back, white, lost in the pleasure of tasting you. The sight, coupled with an aggressive thrust of his inhuman tongue sends you over the edge.

His hands grip your thighs, sink into your flesh with small stings. His face is splitting further, peeling back and apart and he’s pulling you further into his mouth. His top jaw extends above your mound now and you can feel the lower across your cheeks. Sharp needlepoint teeth prick you as he closes his mouth around your sex, your entire pussy enclosed in the hot wetness of his jaws. His tongue is both inside of you, filling every inch of you, and pressed against your outer lips. He fucks you with his tongue as he impossibly drags it roughly up your clit. A low growl emanates from his chest, vibrating you and buzzing through you. Your eyes are rolling back, you can’t handle all the pleasure; you are ascending to new realms your body is alight and you feel like you are...floating.

You don’t recall when he stops or withdraws you from his jaws. You swim in heady pleasure, eyes closed. When you open them he is above you smiling a crooked grin. Blood covers his face and mouth, the paint of his nose is darkened with it. His two buck teeth are coated with a pale sheen of red. “Friends don’t keep secrets,” He says as his finger taps the end of your nose. “Better tell Pennywise next time. You better! Or else!” He vanishes with an echo of laughter and ringing bells.

#pennywise x you #pennywise x reader #pennywise the dancing clown #it chapter 2 #it 2019 #it 2017 #clownfucker #daddywise #pennywise fandom #pennywise fanfiction #periods #menstrual period #menstrual cycle #s m u t #pennywise the clown #tongue #sharp teeth

[stimmingsensation]

hey y’all, i’m sorry that this isn’t stim-related, but can someone tell me what a “cishet inclusionist” is? is that a......crappy way to say you believe asexuals/aromantics are part of the LGBTQA+ community?

since i’m already intruding on y’all’s dashes with non-stim content (sorry) -- it really sucks how hard it is to find stim blogs that are run by people who aren’t bigoted. What is with that? i don’t reblog as much content as i used to here because half the time i find a good stimmy post, it turns out the blogger has something like “ace inclusionists don’t interact” or “transmeds can interact” and it’s just like ://///

stim blogs should be about acceptance and celebration, a place where autistic / otherwise nd folks can come together and share what helps them and makes them happy. they should be about celebrating difference, including everyone whom society unrightfully infantilizes and vilifies.

so how did it become....this? why is it so dang complicated to figure out if someone who’s just posting, like, watercolor vids and cool rocks or whatever is actually a pedophile or a terf??

this is not to complain about all the “DNI” banners and stuff that are all over stim blogs now; i get it. i have a DNI in my blog description too. i do not want TERFs, transmeds, ace/aro/nb exclusionists, racists, d/d/l/g blogs, MAP apologists, etc. to interact with my content!! -- because i want marginalized folks to know that they are welcome to enjoy and stim with my content without having to worry about someone harmful to them popping up in the notes or on their blog.

So after this rambling post (again, sorry, eek!), i guess i’ve come to the conclusion that if that simple desire (the desire to be a blog where oppressed folks can come and feel safe to stim freely) can only be accomplished by having to go through a whole complicated rigmarole to find and reblog good content........i can live with that. it’s worth it.

i just wish icky people would learn that stim blogs should be about celebrating and protecting marginalized folks. Stimming is infantilized, stigmatized, even vilified in our society -- not unlike how being transgender is stigmatized, or how being asexual is infantilized, or how being a person of color is vilified. So why spread hate and shut out those groups? Members of those groups, especially the autistic / nd/ disabled ones, deserve to stim too.

(i’m sure i worded something poorly in this post so please, give me the benefit of the doubt if you can. Also, i don’t plan on responding to anyone who replies with arguments for, say, why ace folks aren’t lgbt or why nonbinary people are trenders. i don’t have the spoons to deal with that, and you’re not going to change my mind by trying to argue in the notes.)

#stuff not stim #discourse // ? #text #op

[angel-princess-kitty]

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Just a friendly reminder that if you are anti-blm, or associate yourself with “all lives matter”, or “blue lives matter”, fuck right off of my account and into the sun.

I haven’t addressed BLM here specifically because as a person of color, seeing everything going on and seeing it repeat literally at least every year, every few months or every other week is extremely stressful. I don’t like talking about it because it seems that every time a person of color tries to, they are met with vitriol from the racists, which makes saying anything at all 10x worse.

I will not continue to be silent. 

Every time I have seen a person of color speaking out about their own experience with racism, prejudice and/or discrimination, whether in the work place, in their day to day lives or even when it comes to being profiled, it’s always met with skepticism. I keep seeing the reaction of “stop trying to be a black oppressed victim”, “stop trying to make me feel guilty for being white”, among other statements. (For example, being told “racism/discrimination isn’t real because I’VE personally never seEn thAT hAPpEN”.) Just because you haven’t personally experienced or have seen something for yourself, Karen, that doesn’t make it any less real.  

If someone speaking out about their experience with racism, which is a very real and valid thing that happens, makes you feel insecure, then I’m sorry. But I won’t be the person to coddle you and say that “it’s okay to be white.” (Just like the straight pride march, where apparently, people felt the need to literally say, “being straight is okay.” (Because apparently PRIDE marches make them feel that being straight “isnt acceptable/okay anymore). 

I can’t explain how not only ironic this type of thinking is, but how sad it is.

DUH, there is nothing wrong with the color of ANYONE’s skin. Being in a position of privilege does not mean you can’t experience your own share of poverty, personal hardships or suffering. But what it DOES mean, is that you’ll probably never be profiled at a job for having natural hair (such as an afro), you’ll never have to grow up being called the n word (among other racial slurs), and it means you probably won’t grow up with having people constantly throw in your face how your entire race is “13% of the population and accounts for at least half of the crime so, statistically, you’re probably a criminal”. You’ll probably never be told to “go back to where you came from” just because you just so happen to be brown while having a  political opinion and you also most likely won’t have to deal with being told to give up your language and/or culture to be like others, especially if you are from another country. 

Everyone has different experiences. But there is a HUGE difference in how someone with light skin and how a person of color has to navigate through the world. Growing up, I always felt like I had to work 10x harder then everyone around me in order to disprove the “black and lazy” stereotype. Being a POC and a women, comes with more stigma because then you also have to deal with the “angry black lady” stereotype, and when it comes to relationships, there is a fine line between being actually loved for who you are and straight out being fetishized and overtly sexualized because of your race. 

If having to face that racism is real makes you uncomfortable, imagine how it must feel to those of us who have to live through it. Systematic racism is everywhere, there are multiple studies that even support that, especially when it comes to work place bias. For Christ’s sake, even researching the wage gap alone will show you that African American and Latina/Hispanic women especially, make much less then men, but even less then white women. 

Black Lives Matter does not mean that the lives of other people matters less. I keep seeing that a lot and the (wrongful) assumption has always bothered me. But a common analogy I’ve seen that will hopefully make sense to those of you, is that  if a house is on fire, you aren’t gonna call the fire department to spray down all the other houses on the street while the one ACTUALLY on fire, continues to burn. Police brutality in the person of color community has been going on for a LONG time. 

Do y’all remember history at all? 

It’s not a new thing that’s been happening but the sad fact of the matter is, so many of you will look away from the things that are happening to our community. How many more people will have to die on camera from excessive force before you realize like the rest of us, how unacceptable that is? And before any of you even dare try to say “well so-and-so was a criminal!”! Please think about your words. Last time I checked, we have a criminal justice system and that does not include smothering someone to death in broad daylight while knowing full well that force can kill them. Please stop finding an excuse to try and normalize violent behavior against POC. 

And before any of you racists come to my post, and try to say “what about black people killing black people!”, shut the fuck up with your dog-whistling. Stop taking attention away from an issue of brutality and racism. If you want to actually do something about race-on-race crime, I implore you to do so, but ironically none of you ever seem to care about this until a POC speaks out specifically about police brutality, discrimination/racism and hate crimes. 

STATS:

https://www.prisonpolicy.org/blog/2018/10/12/policing/

https://www.aclu.org/report/persistence-racial-and-ethnic-profiling-united-states

https://www.policefoundation.org/race-and-the-police/

https://repository.jmls.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1352&context=lawreview

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/inside-100-million-police-traffic-stops-new-evidence-racial-bias-n980556

WAYS TO HELP:

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co

https://www.bleumag.com/2020/06/03/30-blm-petitions-you-should-sign-right-now/

https://www.thegoodtrade.com/features/supporting-black-lives-matter

#blacklivesmatter #sayhername #pocregressor #ageregression #agere #sfw agre #age regressor #agere little #agere community #agere lifestyle #sfw cglre #cglre #cglre community #noncomm agere #blm

[hardboiledfollower]

We gotta talk...

So, I kinda debated making this post. But, I think that I’m just gonna say it. Tumblr has a “xenophobia” problem.

I say that to mean two things: 1. People here rarely talk about subtle xenophobia and/or tend to accidentally dismiss it as “not as bad as other forms of oppression” and 2. People here have a tendency to actually be subtly xenophobic, mostly by accident, when talk about “immigrant demographics” as a whole; groups that people associate with immigration, Latin, Asian, etc.

So what do I mean? Well, here’s a few things that I’ve seen on here.*

Non-Americans try to explain their experiences with “racism” (really xenophobia, they’re using the wrong term) and be haughtily told that what they’ve experienced is xenophobia (which is true but don’t have an attitude about it) and them keep being punched down. Why do I think this xenophobic? Because, by being so rude and dismissive about it, you’re making the implication that xenophobia is not as important as racism or whatever they got confused with and the person experiencing it should sit down and shut up.

Non-American complain that Tumblr, the web in general, political attention, anything is so American-centric and their issues are never addressed because of that. Only to be haughtily told that they have no right to complain because this is an American site or whatever so they should sit down and shut up and not complain so much (do you see a pattern here?) Why is this xenophobic? Because people forget that the sites they complain about; Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, etc. are also used by people from all our the world and are in different languages. They are not just “American”. We could go to our “own sites” but we wouldn’t Reach out to so many different people if we did. You wouldn’t say the same thing if it was something like TikToc.

Venezuelans talk about their awful experiences living in Venezuela to spread awareness only to be told that there are some ultra rich conservative from Florida. Or told that there not really Venezuelan because why would they be typing in such good English. Or be Americansplained why America is really the ones at fault and how Maudro is just some poor victim who was fairly elected and not a human rights abuser and dictator who’s been rigging elections in Hugo Chavez’s favor (until he died) since 2005. That they should sit down, shut up and let us educated Americans stand up for them against the big, bad American invasion that is totally happening. I really don’t think I should explain why this is grossly xenophobic. It’s incredibly white savior-y (even the guy doing it isn’t white), incredibly ignorant of global politics, American-centric, is clearly just using a foreign country’s struggle for American political gains (because I’ve not seen an of y’all talk about Venezuela’s struggles after it went out of style)

People automatically assuming that just because you’re from not American or painting a entire different culture or religion as some sort of ignorant conservative or racist or homophobic or sexist, etc. Why is this xenophobic? Because, obviously, not everyone from a specific culture is like that. Because you are associating an entire people with an awful thing; something that they are also the victims of. Implying that we are ignorant foreigners who need to be enlightened by the more cultured westerners. Just because most Latin Americans cultures have racist pasts and elements don’t mean that all Latin people are not aware of this and don’t try to fight against it. You shouldn’t be waiting for somebody to slip up; just assuming the worse of them because you think the worse of their people and culture.

This is probably the most frustrating but it piggybacks off my last point. Which is Americans using the same xenophobic talking points that actual bigots use against a group when talking about important issues. I.E. talking about chronic anti-blackness in the Latin community ( a very, very important talking point that I agree with and should be talked about more honestly ) but bringing up violent MS-13 gangs and complaining that we’re moving into their neighborhoods. Or saying we need more Latin representation in movies but saying that this one doesn’t count because she’s lightly olive-skinned and dose not show off her culture enough so she’s “white”. Or saying that we don’t have our own social movements and are lazy and wait for others to create them for us.

Why is this xenophobic? Because they’re using the same rhetoric against us. Latins are not taking over your jobs and bringing violence. They’re taking over our neighborhoods and ignore their violent gangs that terrorize us; ignoring that we are very aware of these gangs because they mostly target other latins. Not all latins look the same. But they better in movies and they better be flaunting it constantly because how will I know that they’re Latin; even though her actress is Latina and acts using an accent and no other characters is told to flaunt their culture 24/7 for it to count. Latins aren’t lazy and mooching. Except they are because they steal our ideas. Ignoring things like the Chicano movement of the 60s, Ceasar Chavez, Filipino activist; Larry Itliong and the Delano grape strikes, the immigrant rights movement of the past few decades, #undocumented and unafraid. Ignoring that we do fight for ourselves, that’s it kinda hard to unite a community made of various and completely different countries and cultures, that we might have different priorities as a community at the moment, etc.

My point isn’t to punish people or make you feel bad. It’s to make you aware. So that people can learn to be better. So that true internationally can be possible. So that xenophobia is more well known. Because it’s not just cartoon bigotry. It’s not just complaining about illegals and locking kids in cages and building a wall and demanding someone speak English. It’s silencing immigrants and non-Americans. It’s assuming the worse of us and making assumptions. It’s saying that mean “you’re from a bad culture. I shouldn’t trust you.” And I know the people who say these things care sabot our causes. That they want to help. But, this is not the way to do it.

* Note: Most of the issues I’ve talked about concerned the Latin American community for one reason. I’m Latin American and I don’t feel comfortable talking about how this affects other cultures because I’m not exactly sure how this affect every single culture. Still, please note that this does affect other groups as a whole.

#xenophobia #racism #immigration #non-american #latinx #latino #latina #latin america #latin american #hot take #tumblr problems #bigotry

[diskhorsedudes]

Imagine someone blocking you because they care more about a label they don’t even use than fighting ableism lmao (yes, this is about the sapiosexual bullshit that went down on this blog a few weeks ago).

When a developmentally disabled person (me) says “hey, this label is inherently ableist due to how the systematic oppression of those deemed ‘unintelligent’ works in our society” you should maybe listen to them instead of accusing them of engaging in identity policing. When that’s your response, then you don’t get to act surprised when they start thinking you don’t care enough about ableism. When you’re not used to dealing with ableism in the way autistic people deal with it, you’re supposed to shut the fuck up and listen and not continue to hold an opinion that they are telling you is harmful to them. That’s straight up autiphobia. And when that person (me) tries to get you to understand by using racism as an example, saying that if making a sexuality based on skin color is racist then making a sexuality based on intelligence is ableist, you don’t get to say “that’s a false equivalence” when you’re white and that person is both black and autistic and is telling you their lived experiences shows that they are indeed actually comparable.

I reached out to this person wanting to work things out. I even said I’d love to find a way to make this label work and limit its harmfulness. I even waited days to weeks for responses from this person, giving them space in case they were too worked up still. I was hoping we could maybe work on redefining the label so that it wasn’t centered around intelligence, but we never got to that point because they up and blocked me. I mean, I’m not gonna force someone to interact with me, but blocking someone who’s only crime is caring about ableism and not wanting someone who they considered a friend to be ableist is fucked. Blocking someone who was a mutual and is just trying to come to a conclusion or an agreement while they are being 100% respectful is fucked.

Anyways, I just wanted y’all to know how things went between this user and I since it took up so much of my blog while it was happening. I no longer believe this person cares enough about the safety of people with developmental disabilities as much as I previously thought before this went down. They seem to be totally okay with thinking “this person who uses this label may be ableist and most likely is but oh well because I don’t want to possibly police their identity” and that’s shitty. That’s not how someone who actually cares about people like me should settle on thinking when there are things that could be done to make things safer for us.

Do what you will with this information but please do not harass this person if you know who I’m talking about. For the love of good, leave them alone. Just unfollow or block and move on. I do not condone harassment and anon hate under any circumstances unless the person receiving it is a terf or a nazi, and they aren’t either of those things. If you are a fellow autistic person and you need to know who this person is so you can stay away from them, send me an ask that’s not anonymous and I’ll tell you. Otherwise you can probably just search “sapiosexual” on this blog and see the first part of this mess for yourself. The rest of our exchange was through instant messages that I will not be showing because it would end up outting my main blog. If you’re a trusted mutual and you can prove to me that you won’t out my main, I might show you if you ask nicely.

#mod gem #ableism #autiphobia

[7toked]

**WHY I’VE DISABLED THE COMMENTS SECTION AND WILL NOT BE USING THIS CHANEL FOR A WHILE**

I’ve Disabled the comment section of my most recent video for a variety of reasons, and will not be using this channel till December. Here’s a conversation I had with a very belligerent man which I believe illustrates why:

Holly Lemyre:  Hi everyone! The comment section of my videos are not going to be a space for hateful declarations and close-mindedness. If you have questions or concerns, and are excited to listen to alternate perspectives, you are MORE than welcome to discuss the issues… but if you’re out here making conclusive statements like “no first world country needs feminism”, or violently using language that does not belong to your community like the word “dyke”, or bashing on other people’s religion, you have been (and will from now on be) blocked.

The comments section is a privilege. I can turn it off completely if I want to, but I’d rather hold a space for debate. Please use “I statements”, and if you don’t have something constructive to say don’t say anything at all.

If this continues to be a problem I’ll just turn off the comments on this video :)

Ps. We’re clearly going to have to have our first lesson on Feminism because y’all are (collectively) severely  misinformed.  Read more REPLY

Comment From Adam ???: 3 hours ago Holly Lemyre If you are all for debates, why do you insist on blocking others when they bring up good points and evidence to back it up? Are you advocating for echo chambers? REPLY

Holly Lemyre: 3 hours ago Adam ??? There is a massive difference between  “healthy debates” and the epistemic violence that is being reproduced by viewers on my channel. Nothing I’ve deleted has been based in fact, or grounded by “good points”. And I’m sorry, but I will not fall into the “tolerance of all ideas requires tolerance of violent ideas” paradox.

Honestly, running this channel and receiving ya’lls comments is fucking exhausting. I thought I could run a short series about rape culture, and after receiving people’s questions and concerns realized that for ANYONE on this channel to understand the systems of power, privilege, and oppression that support the structure of rape culture the series I’d be making would have to be dozens of videos long. It’s just too much.

In my real life I’m an activist and an academic, working in several classes and organizations that deal with issues of violence (including rape culture). My two majors (and currently 9 classes) are focused on topics of race, class, and gender in politics and social movements. I am not a leftist. I am not a liberal. But for me, the topic of “rape culture” isn’t a debate— it’s an active reality that I am trying to combat by joining forces with others who are deconstructing systems of power (racism, sexism, classism, etc) that allow it to exist in the first place.

MY POINT IS that until I finish my degrees in December this channel is the least of my concern. All I’ve had time for is policing the extremely violent content that I couldn’t tolerate. I am too busy to have a debate about sometime I do not consider to be debatable.

If anyone wants to talk about how we deconstruct systems of power that allow violence against women to be a leading issue in this country, or are actually ready to learn about sometime they previously thought was a “myth”, great. We can talk in December. Read more REPLY

Adam ???: 2 hours ago (edited) Holly Lemyre If you’re busy with schoolwork, I’d rather not bother you, but understand that you’ve made a lot of baseless claims with your video in question and your comment.

Nobody here, as far as I saw, was directing violence toward you. You sound a little defensive. You’ve blocked the other account for absolutely no reason at all.

Women in the developed world are cared for and are cherished members of our society. They have access to abuse shelters, receive the benefits from a divorce, they serve easier prison sentences than men for the same crime, they don’t have to serve in a war draft, and female genital mutilation is illegal.

I’ve seen your other videos of you on stage, and I’m very confused about this supposed rape culture. How can it possibly exist in the 1st world?  Convicted rapists go to prison and are looked down upon in society, even getting attacked in prison by other inmates. Even making a small rape joke is enough to get a man fired from his job. Why are you generalizing an entire society based upon the sections of a few horrible individuals? Read more REPLY

Holly Lemyre: 1 hour ago Adam ??? I’m so sorry, but there’s a big difference between “baseless claims” and not citing my sources. This video did not aim to give direct examples and description, it was an announcement about the information that was to come. And now, after realizing the level of information that I would have to disseminate, I do not have time to do so until the circumstances of my life are different.

Additionally, I need to make it very clear that I am not claiming people are directing violence at me. I’m saying that people were sharing violent ideologies that I will not host on my channel. If you care to know more about rape culture RIGHT THIS SECOND, or wish to educate yourself on the systems of oppression and levels of violence that make it possible, go look it up. I am not the only person promoting these ideas, and it’s not my job to give you facts on demand. But just to prove my point..

In 2016, U.S. Department of Justice reports that 17,700,000 women have been raped in the United States since 1998. 1 in 5 women experience attempted rape. Women are 2X as likely to be raped than they are to get breast cancer, and nearly 13% of women in the U.S. get breast cancer…

Women in the military are 4x more likely to be raped than a civilian. 3% of male civilians have been raped, but 1 in 7 people in the military (a majority male institution) have experienced rape or sexual assault. Women with disabilities are 2X more likely to be raped than able bodied people. 64% of trans folx experience rape or sexual assault in their life time.

The great majority of rape cases go unreported, and only 2-10% of rape accusations are false. Almost none of those have ever lead to conviction. The U.S. justice department also reports that 99% of the perpetrators of reported rapes walk free, and 89% never face criminal charges.

These are statistics from the United States Government in 2016. These are the bases of my claims. This is rape culture. Read more REPLY

Adam ???: 53 minutes ago Holly Lemyre If i were to present you various sources and videos from women, would you be willing to look into the matter? REPLY

Adam ??? 47 minutes ago Holly Lemyre I would like citations for these claims. And furthermore, why are supposed rape from twenty years ago evidence that we live in a rape culture today? That’s like saying Europe is still under threat from Adolf Hitler. Also no one here is presenting anything violent toward you. You’d have to posses a victim complex to see that. And technically men experience rape more, it’s just that society doesn’t care. It was feminists that protested and eventually shut down a potential home for abused men.

If we live in a rape culture, exactly how does modern society advocate these actions? They don’t, that’s why we aren’t living in a rape culture. You’re thinking of the Congo Republic in Africa. Read more REPLY

Holly Lemyre 45 minutes ago Adam ??? You don’t seem to understand, I’ve already looked into the matter. I’ve spent the last 5 years of my life studying this issue (and others) from multiple angles, and this is the conclusion I’ve come to. Furthermore, the fact that you can look at those statistics and still not see the systemic issue of rape in this country shows me that you are part of the problem. You are more willing to convince yourself of false realities by grasping at the exceptions instead of doing the work it takes to confront the issue we have in this country: violence against women and female identified folx is a huge problem.

THIS is the reason I can’t run this channel anymore. I did not open this forum to debate rape culture, I opened this a space to share ideas that can help us better understand what rape culture looks like so that we can fight it.

But THIS, this right here, the conversation WE ARE HAVING is a perfect example of rape culture: you are being presented with facts from THE US GOVERNMENT that says roughly 20% of our society experiences rape with almost nobody being convicted, and STILL want to deny that rape is an overwhelming issue in this nation based on your notion that we’re “first world”. That level of crazy denial is what MAKES RAPE CULTURE POSSIBLE.

I think I’ll just disable the comments on these videos until I want to use this channel again because y’all are too much. Read more REPLY

Adam ??? 39 minutes ago Holly Lemyre How do you know that most rapes go unreported if they were never reported?

Where are you getting the citation that 2% of rapes are false?

If these women were raped, why didn’t they report it to the police?

Have you any idea how easy it is for a woman to lie and get her spouse arrested and imprisoned for a crime they did not commit? It’s happening more and more often, and these women often face  only a few months in prison, meanwhile the accused men resort to suicide after having their reputations tarnished, sometimes even their mothers. Give me a break already.  You are fighting an imaginary war. Read more REPLY

Adam ??? 32 minutes ago Holly Lemyre You can spend a million years convincing me that the moon is made of cheese, it won’t make it so. You haven’t substantiated any of your claims, nor have you provided any links whatsoever. People like you reduce that meaning and actions of rape into nothing by constantly banging on about it. How am I a part of a non existent issue when I’ve brought into attention countless times that rape is taken very seriously in the United States? You spread cliche feminist myths that even women are starting to debunk. You constantly see yourself as the victim and anybody else who dare think different is automatically the problem. You are a perfect example of how far feminism has fallen since its inception. What, you think you can just share your beliefs online, publicly, and not expect any disagreements? I’ve spoken to you in a respectful manner, and now you’re resorting to acting like a child that didn’t get their way.

I thought you were different, Holly. I thought you had some decency.

Don’t even bother speaking to me again. Go back to Tumblr and continue punching at shadows. Show less REPLY

—End of Conversation–

I just want to highlight the fact that I did cite my source (A United States Justice Department Report on Sexual Assault, Published in 2016).

I’m not going to take the time to pick apart “Adam’s” final reply, because I don’t have the time or energy for it. But this type of denial and dilution is not what I signed up for when I reopen my channel.

Additionally, everything I’ve said within that conversation stands true: I was not here to debate, I was here to inform open minds. And while I always encourage healthy dialogue, there’s no hope in convincing someone that US Government stats are equivalent to claims that the “moon is made of cheese”.

Instead of focusing on this channel, as much as I would have liked to,I’m going to focus on organizing with people in the real world and getting through the last semester of my Bachelors degrees.

Oh, and Adam, you don’t need to worry– I will not talk to you again. In fact, you were the only person trying to have this conversation in the first place. But you know that, and I trust that I don’t have to post all the other pathetic comments you tried to bait me with. Xo

[castrateurfate]

No, males cannot be radical feminists. This is a known fact. Men constantly speak over & shut down our thoughts, which is why we have made our OWN movement. Please think before you speak about this because you don’t understand the weight of it. Men may have similar beliefs (and believe me gender critical beliefs does NOT make someone a radfem like tumblr wants you to believe) but that doesn’t mean they are radical feminists. they can be allies (which is still debated in radfem circles) but that’s it. they have no place in our feminism, & they aren’t welcomed to join. It is not about them. Men have owned the entire world for thousands of years.. let us have one fucking thing. just because y’all hate some “terfy” (read: gender critical) men doesn’t fucking make them radfems.

Yes, I completely agree that cis men won't shut the fuck up. I hate them as much as you, honestly.

My points were is that you can't be a gender abolitionist yet still fight for the continued gendering of words. It's ridiculous.

If trans people did start using gender critical in place of TERF you'd probably also try to allege misogyny by gendering the term.

Most trans people use "TERF" as a gender neutral term. We use it as a synonym for transphobia and also because it's a fucking funny word to say.

Personally, I don't think TERFs even count as radical feminists. Actual radical feminist movements like the Riot Grrrl queer movement of the 90s mid-west punk and today with the New People's Army of the Philippines or Pussy Riot in Russia actually fight for real equality instead of whatever TERFs say will defeat patriarchy.

TERF ideology (and GC ideology over all) was crafted by rich white upper class people who grew up in sheltered house holds. Gloria Steinem was a fucking CIA agent for several years, I have no clue why people don't speak about that enough but they should.

You all still refuse to admit the antisemitic origins of gender critical ideology and its relation to national socialism.

TERF ideology isn't meant to protect cis women, it's meant to oppress trans people.

You can claim to be a Marxist ideology all you want but the evidence shows time and time again that the only groups that'll give you any credence are right wing to far-right groups.

You've bastardized both radical feminism and gender abolition in the name of oppression. You don't want to destroy gender roles, you want to replace them with new ones and I'm sick and tired of it.

Maybe read some Angela Davis to learn how actual radical feminists, gender abolitionists and Marxists think. Because whatever TERFs are, they're none of that.

[laymlone-blog]

Tone Policing

Have y’all ever had someone who’s much more privileged in you disregard your words/story because they didn’t like that way you said it?

*** T: As a White person, i think I deserve an opinion on what white culture is. You: Please shut the fuck up. White Culture doesn’t exist - it’s a fabricated reality white people made to make themselves feel better about being thieves. T: Since you were so aggressive, I won’t listen to you. ***

It has many different forms, but mainly has the same objective: to keep a pretty picture of majority ideals. This also looks like ‘not all men’, ‘not all white people’, ‘not all straights’, ‘not all able bodied people’, ‘not all Christians’ in conversations. The person usually pleas for you to ‘stop generalising’. Although what you’re talking about is probably experience from your position systematically. You were saying ‘men’ but you were talking about ‘the patriarchy’ where men are the benefactors - so it’s easier to just say men. Of course, this doesn’t include trans men, some MOC, etc.  

But you shouldn’t have to explain yourself every damn time you say something. It’s emotional labour from minorities to teach majorities about their experiences because their experiences are so marginalised. Marginalisation means there’s a centre. There’s a centre of knowledge where people are faced by the system, and taught to only look there and not look elsewhere or they’ll be sad. It’s like looking at a cute dog picture on your phone whilst standing in the middle of a pound. This is a defence mechanism to keep hegemonies in place by creating a false idea of ‘civility’. In the Western idea of courts, swearing in front of God etc - there’s a strive for purity in truth. It’s not to be tainted, and you should speak clearly and politely about something that’s happened to you. It’s bullshit. 

This is how the idea of the ‘angry black woman’ was created, with very straight forward Black women standing there ground against oppressive norms in public and private spheres. Since they aren’t being ‘civil’ their words should be disregarded. They are ‘too emotional’ and not ‘objective’ in their words. Objectivity is a myth. Seeing something as a topic and not a reality for some people is sickening and a result of privilege. You can talk about poverty all you want in your fancy ass classroom, but you’re never gonna know what it’s like unless you’ve had that experience. 

It’s a similar tactic to erase White Guilt of White people when dealing with ethnic minorities and Indigenous peoples. “We’re all one people, why are you dividing us?” and such wording. There’s phrases and tells that are used to police tone disadvantaged people and restore hegemonic power. Rich people’s education vs Poor people’s life experiences: which is gonna get the sociology degree? It happens young, when you’re small and you say something, and someone replied ‘but my mommy said’ like their parent knows everything in the world. How can you, a child, know more than an adult?

A Islander lesbian woman speaks about how difficult it is to balance culture and her sexuality back home to a group of friends, and one is getting obviously uncomfortable with her speaking so forwardly about her sexuality and asks, “What does your sexual preference have to do with your race? We’re all Islander, that’s why we’re here. That’s not important.” She knows what her friend is talking about, and understands it from her angle. But she knows it’s wrong and that heteronormativity is a problem, especially with terrible realities of domestic violence against women being a symptom of the patriarchy which keeps in check gender norms: including heterosexuality. She reminiscences on school, and how she would be congratulated and shamed for playing footy with the boys at lunch. She would be pressured to go out with guys despite being ‘one of the guys’.  How does she tell her friend that her sexuality matters, because heternormativity is a problem? How does she explain that her experience matters? Just because her friend was uncomfortable with her saying ‘straight people’ in a general manner??

There’s certain things you can do to prevail against police toning in a situation, and it mainly is just being aware of positionality. Keep on top of systematic realities vs personal experiences. Position them. Call out their privilege. It will end in them probably disregarding you, but you made them think about it. You challenged them to the point of them not being able to reply with a logical point. They’ll probably keep saying the same thing like a record. 

Police toning is racist, ableist, classist and fucking grot. The very idea you have to word something a certain way to be taken seriously is gross. They’ll pull the ‘freedom of speech’ til they’re being called out for their bullshit. 

The more situations/discussions you experience, the better you get at it. Early in your practice you’ll find yourself thinking ‘fuck I should’ve said that’ after the situation happened. That’s fine. You don’t have to know everything - the other person obviously doesn’t. So don’t beat yourself up over a past discussion. Grow from it. Let it teach you instead of tear you up. 

WILL CONTINUE WITH: Gaslighting HASHTAG: Don’t Be Nice

Here’s some papers/books/articles:

DiAngelo, Robin. White fragility: Why it's so hard for white people to talk about racism. Beacon Press, 2018. https://libjournal.uncg.edu/ijcp/article/viewFile/249/116

Bybee, Keith J. How civility works. Stanford University Press, 2016.

Dyer, Richard. "The matter of whiteness." White privilege: Essential readings on the other side of racism 3 (2008): 9-14.

https://www.thecrimson.com/column/millennial-athwart/article/2016/4/8/stop-tone-policing/

Poland, Bailey. Haters: Harassment, abuse, and violence online. U of Nebraska Press, 2016.

https://everydayfeminism.com/2015/12/tone-policing-and-privilege/

Van Dijk, Teun A. "Discourse and the denial of racism." Discourse & society 3.1 (1992): 87-118.

Davis, Angelique M., and Rose Ernst. "Racial gaslighting." Politics, Groups, and Identities 7.4 (2019): 761-774.

#Don't Be Nice