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susandsnell · 8 months

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Coco!! 💕 hope you had something good to eat today, friend. Okay we know your thoughts (and thots) on hot vampire ladies, but where do u stand on werewolves/lycanthropy in horror as a vehicle for coming of age and queer actualization narratives? Do u have a top 5 transformation sequences in film? Any themes u think are particularly compelling or underexplored in that specific flavor of body horror?

Hi lovely!!! <3 I had some really nice corn on the cob at dinner, and it's just the right time of year for it, thankfully! I'm admittedly not as well-versed in werewolf/lycanthropy lore (just a matter of taste), but I think they're a very potent metaphor/vehicle for a lot of different experiences. The body as undergoing monstrous transformation is a classic puberty allegory, and as a creature that does not conform to the laws of man or beast, unrestrained after repression and yet forever in-between, sometimes unwilling and other times relieved to be seen, is very resonant with LGBT+ actualization narratives, among a lot of other things. That the werewolves are often unjustly hunted rather than nurtured is particularly poignant for me. As with any monster-as-human narrative, I can't help but note that this is a double-edged sword; there is baggage inherent in these allegories due to the dehumanization/animalistic comparisons for various marginalized groups, particularly in terms of race or sexuality/gender identity, though I recognize the space for reclamation here as I do with vampires. As well, there's always that nebulousness that exists between allowing yourself to embrace the imperfection and the anger and the totality of yourself, and what I refer to as the "X-Men Conundrum": wherein the metaphorical bigotry has in-universe justification because the fantastical creature poses a legitimate threat, whereas real-life forms of oppression operate frequently through deeming a group of people a threat in order to justify violence against, and exploitation of them. (Case in point: Disney' Zootopia, where they thought it was somehow a good idea to equate herbivore animals being frightened of carnivores to real-world racism, or The Breed, which went so far as to have vampires - not vegetarian ones, mind you! - as a stand-in for Jewish people during WWII. Like. Guys, think it through.) A skilful enough writer with enough compassion or lived experience can navigate this with the sensitivity and nuance it requires, but it's forever a challenge in my mind when it comes to writing monsters as the Other. I don't know that I have a top 5 werewolf transformation sequences, but off the top of my head, I really like the ones in An American Werewolf in London, Ginger Snaps, Trick r Treat, The Company of Wolves, and...does Fright Night count? Sort of? It's unclear if that's what happened to poor Evil Ed, but a wolf is involved! (I'm cheating by shoving vampires back in here...and my Fright Night bias, to boot!) For this specific flavour of body horror, the more visceral the better if it's in a visual medium. I want to see teeth falling out and being replaced, I want to understand the agony of suddenly sprouting fur and having it burst through your skin in clumps, and I want to hear the bones cracking as a body twists and contorts, abjection of what your own form does to you, perverse pride in what you become. Thematically, too; I want a battle between horror and joy, and perhaps it's the Cenobites talking, but I wonder if there can ever be happiness found in the pain of the transformation because that pain is experience, and that pain is the act of becoming. If you wanted to be topical about it you could even connect it to the ideas of Beauty Is Pain and what we subject ourselves to to fit certain standards, only in the inverse here for the monstrous and the grotesque yet the true.

Hope this answered your questions, and thanks for stretching my mind like this!!! Have a lovely one. <3

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Joseph - Makeup

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

You were on your day off of work. Joseph who was your long time friend asked you to join him in the south since he was going to Mexico for yet another bizarre adventure.

You didn't live very far from the frontier so you accepted. Right now you were staying at a relatives house while they were abroad. Joseph told you he would come over, and so you waited for the guy.

Speaking of the devil you heard a violent knock on your door, scaring the living daylight out of you.

"Y/N open up!! It's me!"

You would recognize that booming voice anywhere. You rushed to open the door, smiling to yourself, and greeted him coolly, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh hey there big boy." you smoothly said "So you need me?"

Joseph played along a smirk present on his face and pushed you inside by your shoulders and closed the door behind him.

"Listen up woman, I have an amazing plan and only you can be my accomplice for this!"

You furrowed your brows, showing him your best 'wtf' look. That's Joseph for you, always coming out of nowhere with funny businesses. And always putting you into them too.

"Oh? What can I do for you then? Nothing weird, this time, I hope." you said, feeling a bit suspicious.

He smirked darkly and leaned in dangerously close to your face.

"Remember when you said you wanted to give me a makeover?"

Your eyes lit up.

"Oh my goooood" you exclaimed "It looks so good on you !!!"

Right now you were applying a nice shade of blush on Joseph's cheeks.

Turns out the guy needed to look like a sexy woman to bait some pervy guards at the millitary base entrance, and, let's face it, even with the best make up artist in the world it would have never worked.

The guy was 6 feet tall, built like a freaking wartank with a deep ass voice, his 'genius' plan was doomed before it even started.

But you still accepted to help him because there was no way you would pass on the golden opportunity of seeing Joseph Joestar crossdressing. No, it was too beautiful.

You didn't even bother making him look good, you just played with the make up, trying different shades and techniques, in fact you could get used to it. It was way too fun. He also asked you to put earrings and hair accessories on him.

What a great day you were having.

"Y/N add more. Who do you think I am?" he asked as the 'natural' look didn't seem to be enough for him.

"You're the boss." You dabbed your brush into the pan, taking some product.

"More!" You dabbed again, your eyes squinting at him. That was more than enough, what the hell was he even babbling about. Before you could bring the brush to his face, he yelled.

"MOOOORE !"

"DUDE STOP! THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN PUT ON A SINGLE BRUSH! SHUT UP!"

"BITCH, MY FACE, MY RULES. NOW PUT MORE OF THAT SHIT ON ME, WOMAN!"

You violently slammed the blush against the table and grabbed your lash curler, bringing it inches away from his eye menacingly.

"Lower your voice, Joestar, or I won't hesitate to use this." You threatened with a dark, quiet tone, and the man flinched, backing away from the scary-looking apparel.

"Eeww, what is that??? No, really what is that creepy ass thing?? Get that away from me, you witch!" He squirmed in his seat, not even imagining what girls would make a use of a torture weapon like this.

After this, you applied another huge unblendable quantity of blush on him. The guy was way too into this for his own good.

"Also this color is good, no! This one!" he pointed at the strongest, deepest shade of red lipstick you had in your stash. You giggled like a japanese schoolgirl. You couldn't wait.

You took the chosen lipstick and put your fingers delicately under his chin, tilting his head up towards you. You leaned in close to his face to apply the lipstick. He subsconsciously puckered his lips to help you and you thought that was pretty cute.

Even if Joseph was your friend you couldn't help but find him very charming and attractive.

Although you made him look like a thot right now, up close you still weren't immune to his strong masculine traits and the faint smell of his cologne.

You blushed a little bit and you swore you could feel his face warm up as well, but you couldn't be sure since the amount of make up probably hid his potentially blushing face.

You stared at his lips as you applied to color and thought of how perfectly full and plump his lips were. You had to muster an astronomical amount of self control to resist the urge to kiss him.

As if he was reading your mind, he purred, smirking.

"So, am I making you gay, yet?"

"Ooh, I am so gay right now, you don't even know." you played along, joking with him.

It was always this wholesome with him. Your expression softened as for you, it was delightful to be with him, and to look at him.

You finished and smiled at the results. He looked... 'gorgeous'.

"Lemme see!! Lemme see !!!" he demanded excitedly.

You showed him the small mirror and he let out his infamous "OH GOOOOOD" and you swore you could see stars in his eyes. You could hardly supress your laugh at his precious reaction.

After 30 minutes of him trying different dresses -and destroying half of them since they weren't even close to his size- you managed to find him something that fit, or at least that fit with some arrangements.

Luckily for him, it was colorful and bright with a bunch of patterns, blue, pink, purple, yellow, you name it. Joseph was in bliss. You on the other hand were this close to pissing your pants.

"Now Y/N give me the biggest boobs you can! That's the most important part!"

Ah yes... The most important part.

"Ah! I forgot about that uh.. What can we do.. Ah! I think I must have some melons around, is that okay?"

"He he he he he" he laughed his signature laugh "Perfect..."

"OHHH MY GOOOOOODD" He stared at himself in the body length mirror and you just wanted to die in the background.

"I'M SO.... SEXY !" He started to play with his fake boobs moving the fruits all around in unnatural ways and you were crying so hard behind him you could only bury your face in his back and slap him repeatedly trying to calm down and breathe.

"JOJO I CAN'T-" you laugh-sobbed "You look so amazing I'm-" you wheezed, not even able to finish your sentence.

He joined you on your laughing spree, thinking about how much of a genius he was.

Sometimes you were so grateful to have him in your life, only him could make you laugh like that with his weird shenanigans. You hoped he never changed.

"So Y/N, how is it like to be the ugly friend? No don't answer, actually, it's hard for me too, being this hot is a lot of pressure." He said with a shit-eating grin and striking a pose.

"I wish I could give you at least half of my boobs, you desperately need some."

"Oh shut up, you ass!" you slapped him arm hard, blushing a bit at the unnecessary comment on your chest size.

"Now if you're finished get out!" you said half jokingly.

"Thank you again sister~ You're, like, the best girl everrrrrr" he spoke with a disgusting voice impression of what he imagined girls talked like, which ended up sounding stupid.

"Ewww, you're welcome Jojo but please stop talking like that" your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

After a while he decided it was time for him to go and put his plan to execution. He thanked you again with a big grin, opened the door and walked off. But before he could go too far you called him out.

"Ah Jojo!" He stopped and turned around to face you.

"I'm all in for your weird plans and stuff but please... Be careful, and come back safe..."

Joseph noticed the seriousness and worry laced in your tone and he approached you.

"...Of course, I promise I'll be back in one piece." he then softly pushed your hair out of your face and pressed his lips against your forehead gently.

You closed your eyes and softly grabbed his hand that was still lingering at the side of your face and squeezed it lightly before you let go. He separated from the kiss and just like that he was gone.

You stood there at the doorway, watching him go on his motorbike, with a worried look on your face until you realized.

"Wha- he smeared the lipstick all over my forehead !!"

Tequila Joseph is what I aspire to be as a woman.

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christa-tomlinson-romance-author · 3 years

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“Babe, I’m going to Wal-Mart.” Danny started answering before he looked up from his tablet. “Okay, get me some...” he trailed off once he raised his gaze from the screen and got a look at what his tall, ridiculously fit and muscular husband was wearing. Jordan was dressed in a white, short-sleeve T-shirt, light gray Jersey shorts, and low-top athletic shoes. The outfit should have been nothing more than super casual run-around clothes. But the tee was soft and tight on his torso. His firm, rounded pecs pressed against the white cotton, and his nipples - stiff from the air conditioner - were plainly visible. The shirt was slightly loose and rumpled over Jordan’s tight waist and hard abs. But the shorts... The shorts were obscene. Not only did they cling to his muscular thighs, but Jordan’s dick print was on full display behind the thin material. Danny didn’t even have to squint to see the outline of the head of his cock. His man was a show-er and a grower and right now he was putting on quite the show. “Get you some what?” Jordan prompted. Danny shook his head - snapping himself back to their conversation. “Actually, I’ll come with you,” he answered as he put his tablet aside and stood. No way he was letting his husband out of the house dressed like that on his own. Jordan’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion once before he shrugged. “All right. Let’s go.” Together they left the apartment, taking the elevator down from their private floor to the street level where Jordan’s auto body shop was located. They went around to the side parking lot and got in his Camaro. The ride to Wal-Mart was quick, and in about fifteen minutes they were turning into the parking lot for the giant shopping center. After they parked and got out, Danny walked hand in hand with his husband. As they went through the crosswalk, a woman leaving the store walked toward them. Her eyes widened when they landed on Jordan. She ran them appreciatively over his entire body in a glance so fast Danny would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking directly at her at that exact moment. After the stealthy perusal, she looked at Danny and gave him a nod. That nod said multitudes without the woman ever opening her mouth. I’m checking him out but respectfully. Damn your man is hot. Congrats to you. You deserve it. Danny nodded back. I know it. Thank you.

Inside the store, Danny grabbed a cart as he usually did. They strolled up and down the aisles, getting what Jordan needed and tossing it in the cart. As they shopped, Danny noticed several people doing double-takes at Jordan. He wanted to laugh at how obvious some of them were, but he managed to keep a straight face. In the office supplies section, they passed a trio of teenagers. They lingered at the end of the aisle, giggling and shushing each other as they threw glances at Jordan, while pretending to look at paper clips and Post-Its. Jordan moved on without paying any attention to them. To Danny’s amusement, the trio popped up in the next aisle over for another look. When he noticed they were about to follow them a second time, he loudly cleared his throat. Once he had their attention, he raised his eyebrows at them and tilted his head to the side. His message was clear: That’s enough. Run along before I have to say something and embarrass you. The teens were smart - they took off - disappearing around the corner at the end of the aisle for good this time. In the Health and Beauty section, they had to step to the side to let an older woman pick out her face wash. She was clearly years past things like tact or giving a fuck because she loudly exclaimed, “Whew, Lord!” and fanned herself as she walked past. Danny wasn’t normally one to be jealous but he was torn between wanting to cling to Jordan’s buff bicep to stake his claim, and strutting next to him, full of pride that the warrior-god statue come to life was his husband. Everyone was salivating over him without even realizing that he was Blaze, the superhero that so many of them admired and probably fantasized about. But he was the only one who got to touch and taste and love the gorgeous and kind man walking next to him. “Hardware section is next. I need more zip ties.” “Okay.” They cut through Home Goods to get to Hardware, turning down the wide aisle that ran between the two sections before crossing over. A young man in a Helios graphic tee approached from the other end. Danny immediately recognized the artwork, which he should, since he was the one who’d drawn it. When the man caught sight of Jordan, his mouth dropped open. He stared hard, not looking away as they got closer. He was so busy staring - he drifted off course and slammed his cart into the center aisle display of Tupperware with a loud crash. Stacks of plastic containers clattered to the floor. “Oh my God!” the man cried out in embarrassment. He dropped to his knees, scrambling to gather the knocked over Tupperware and haphazardly restack them. Danny took pity on the poor guy. He signaled to Jordan to wait, then went over and kneeled to help him rebuild the display. “I’m so sorry for staring,” he whispered without meeting Danny’s eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I see it every day and I still walk into walls when he catches me off guard.” Now the guy looked up at Danny. His face was still lobster red from embarrassment but he snorted a laugh. “It’s a public safety hazard letting him out of the house like that.” Danny huffed a quiet laugh of his own. “I realize that now.” Once the containers were returned to their display, they went their separate ways, the Helios fan continuing on down the aisle, and Danny rejoining Jordan at their cart. Jordan waited, arms crossed over his chest, feet spread wide in a firm stance. It was the stance he usually took when he was out as Blaze. He probably didn’t even realize he was doing it it came so natural to him after all these years. The pose stretched the T-shirt tight over the bulge of his biceps, while his other bulge... Danny shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from fanning himself as that older woman had. “What was that guy’s deal?” Jordan asked, a frown creasing his forehead. “Somebody shouldn’t have come out of the house dressed like a thot,” Danny mumbled under his breath. “What?” “Nothing. It’s your turn to push the cart.” It helped, some, having Jordan behind the cart. It mostly covered his groin area. But his round pecs hugged by soft cotton were still plainly visible. And of course... Danny fell a little behind to check out the rear view. The thin gray shorts clung to Jordan’s ass, clearly defining each muscled, flexing butt cheek as he walked. Danny shook his head. “Shameless.” Jordan looked back over his shoulder. “What was that?” Danny gave him an innocent, wide-eyed smile. “Nothing. Do we need anything else?” “I’m finished. But what did you want to get?” “Oh, yeah. My Corn Pops.” He’d nearly forgotten what he wanted while trying to prevent his husband from causing a riot in the shampoo aisle. He hoped there wasn’t anybody around taking pictures for People of Wal-Mart. His poor husband’s pics would probably end up on a Shoppers I’d Like to Fuck site - if there was such a thing. They strolled to the other side of the store to get to the cereal aisle. The cereal Danny wanted was on the bottom row. Instead of grabbing it himself, a little devil on Danny’s shoulder prodded him to do something naughty. “Could you grab a family sized box of Corn Pops for me, please?” he asked politely. “Of course, baby.” Jordan squatted down in front of him, the shorts stretching tight over his ass. Danny clasped his hands together in front of him, bowing his head and smiling in prayerful thanks. He quickly dropped his hands, returning his expression to neutral when Jordan straightened and tossed the box into the cart. “Okay, that’s all I wanted. I think we’re ready to check out.” At the register, the cashier looked from Jordan to Danny. He grinned and cracked his gum. “Congratulations.” Danny couldn’t hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing at the cashier’s cheeky expression and comment. “Thank you,” he said once he managed to rein in his laughter. They worked together to load the bags into the trunk. After they finished, Jordan closed the trunk then turned to Danny. “Okay, what was the deal in there?” Danny tilted his head to the side as he looked up at his husband, a smile still tugging at his lips. “You really don’t know?” “Not a clue.” “You’ve got everything on display in this outfit,” Danny said as he waved his hand to indicate Jordan’s six-foot-plus frame. “Bara tiddies and dick print and thank you squats butt cheeks. It’s nice.” He paused to run his gaze up and down his husband’s magnificent build. “And everybody was checking you out.” Jordan looked down at himself in surprise. “You’re kidding.” “Nope. How is it that you’re always checking out my ass in athletic bottoms but never realized yours looks just as yummy?” “I never thought about it,” Jordan said with a shrug. Danny laughed again at his uncommonly attractive husband being so clueless over his effect on people. He put his hands on either side of Jordan’s tight waist and leaned into him. “It’s okay. But maybe you can save this outfit for home wear only from now on, to save poor hapless shoppers from crashing into displays of household goods.” “Maybe I should throw it away.” Danny reared back, his eyebrows drawn together in a stern frown as he scolded his lover. “You’d better not! I adore this look on you.” A slow grin curled Jordan’s full lips, while a sensual expression Danny recognized all too well started to gleam in his honey brown eyes. He slid his arms around Danny’s waist, pulling him into a relaxed hug. “You like it that much, huh?” “Definitely,” Danny assured him with a firm nod. “Let’s go home, my thotty husband. I’ll draw you in this outfit for posterity. It’ll probably take hours because I’ve got multiple poses in mind.” “Sounds good to me. You know I’ve got the stamina for whatever you want.” Now it was Danny’s turn to blush. Then he squeaked when Jordan copped a feel, squeezing his butt cheek in a firm grip. He leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I don’t care what anyone was looking at. You’re the one with the gorgeous ass.” Danny thumped his forehead against Jordan’s firm chest, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I can’t believe you just felt me up in a Wal-Mart parking lot.” Jordan laughed. “Let’s go before I show you what else I’ll do in a Wal-Mart parking lot.” He started to lean down, clearly aiming for a kiss. But Danny dodged him and squirmed free, rushing around to get in the passenger seat. Jordan followed. He was still laughing when he sat behind the wheel and closed the door. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Danny pretended to pout and didn’t answer. But once they were home, he showed his husband exactly how much he loved him in those gray Jersey shorts.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this short story featuring Danny and Jordan from BLAZE - Arch City Guardians #1. If you haven't read BLAZE yet, you can check it on Amazon in Kindle Unlimited. Love, Christa

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madmadmilk · 5 years

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I know it’s 2019 and we’re all supposed to love ourselves n stuff but Damn it I’ve gained weight lately and I don’t know why and I feel so not sexy or cute and have super low self esteem and no motivation to work out or be with anyone, and I know this isn’t thirstthursday-related and you don’t know me and I don’t know you, you don’t have to answer this, I just needed to rant to someone other than my friends or family bc it’s too uncomfortable

BRO ARE YOU READING MY GODDAMN MIND??????? I WAS GOING TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THIS EARLIER WHAT THE UCK?! 2019 is flying by and i’m still not hot yet 🙄 (also u can always rant to me about anything thank u)

but yeah...... . . i think i was feeling pretty low this winter. :/ i started a full time gig and i saw a LOT less sun and tbh that messes with you. spring is here and i’m like ready to be Out Here and Happy and Hot, but my body is like 🤪 “lmao bitch u THOUGHT.” and honestly, that’s fine! i think it’s good to acknowledge and recognize your /un/happiness. it reminds you that you can Be Better, and Do Better ! we really ain’t perfect, but i think that is motivation in itself

and mhm it’s easy to just shout “self-love!” at you but we all know how hard it is to pull our shit together. here are some things i like to keep in mind when i feel the low self esteem:

1.) wear that bomb-ass outfit that makes you FEEL good! and if you don’t have one at the moment???? go out and buy one! you deserve good things! it’s okay!

2.) realize that makeup/clothes/hairstyles are just material things–– they can be changed nearly anytime. if you can’t afford what you want or to change, that’s fine! keep planning for the day you CAN! dreaming for a better tomorrow always helps

3.) (this is really not for everyone lol) but look at yourself naked!!!! cos holy moly!!! you look like absolute FIRE with no clothes on, no interruptions–– just skin. :) idk it’s fun to see how my body moves. pose in the mirror! pretend to be a thot, or BE a thot!! idk!! do you!!

4.) bruh sometimes u just gotta DANCE........ like 2 full songs. just like 6 minutes of shaking and flailing to release energy and give yourself a good laugh :)

5.) idk just think about your daily plans, like “can i squeeze in a walk here?” or “maybe i’ll have this thing for lunch instead of that” or “let’s just fuck around and fix my sleep schedule!” . everything starts with A Thought, so thinking is already almost “doing!”

6.) takes selfies. just take them! try to look “good” and just take some regular ass pics of your face or your outfit or whatever! don’t delete them. actually, forget about them. !! –– then days later, check em out again. i am SURE you will see a certain charm in yourself after time passes. you’ll think “oh huh, my smile looks great there,” or “wow i wanna do my hair like that again” or “o SHIT i should post THIS!”

but yea man, i am totally feeling you on this. i kinda don’t know what to do with myself but eh! you only live once, and i don’t have time to be sad about my temporary form. i either gotta do something or deal with it soooooooo––– i’m aiming for a bit of both lol.

god speed my friend, you are already beautiful, i know it! but keep working hard for YOURSELF! 🌿🌿💓💕

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