#I think any even remotely normal person can agree with that

[magic-can]

Anthony Sanchez is set to executed for a crime he likely didn’t commit on September 21st - around four weeks from the time of making this post. If there is doubt about someone’s guilt, all of the evidence should be thoroughly examined and DNA testing should be done to definitively rule someone out or find the one responsible for the crime. Anthony isn’t being given that chance which is objectively unfair given the information that has since come to light.

#even if you support the death penalty you can agree that executing someone #when there is genuine doubt about their guilt and a demand to rexamine evidence is fucking evil #I think any even remotely normal person can agree with that #oklahoma #anthony sanchez #innocence project #action network #anti death penalty #death penalty #american politics #signal boost #boost

[merakiui]

thinking about androids again, but rather than the plot seen in android jade,,,, consider android floyd who is being developed by tech genius idia shroud with input and funding from business magnate azul ashengrotto.

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, vaguely implied non-con/dub-con, android floyd)

He's designed to be a companion for those who are lonely and in need of the company (whether physically or socially). You're just a tired, overworked university student, so it's mind-boggling to you when there's a sleek limousine parked just beyond campus property. Security guards are insisting you come with them because there's someone who'd like to meet you.

In the limo, you find yourself sitting across from Azul Ashengrotto himself. He doesn't bother with flowery introductions, instead cutting to the heart of the matter. You've been randomly selected to help with a very important phase of his and Idia's project. The general idea is to test how well the android interacts with a normal, ordinary person in a monitored setting.

You're very confused. You never signed up for any lottery, and you certainly aren't affiliated with anything of that sort. You're just trying to get through your degree, survive two part-times, and hopefully make enough to keep afloat for another month. Azul tells you this isn't an issue; you'll be generously compensated for your time and efforts. It's only three months; you'll be permitted to live your life as you normally would, only now you'll be accompanied by a highly intelligent android.

Despite hearing all of this, you hesitate when he reveals the lengthy contract. As you flip through it, analyzing each clause and category, Azul says something that piques your interest. "We don't expect you to house an android in your little apartment. Goodness, that's simply ludicrous. We'll provide your housing for these next three months. After all, we must be able to monitor your progress."

"Housing? What do you mean?"

He smiles at you. Backdropped by leather interior, the lights casting odd shadows on his face, he looks near-sinister. But he leans forward to press a ballpoint pen into your hands and the illusion vanishes. "I think you'll find it quite to your liking. If you've finished your classes for the day, why not visit the property with me? Then you may decide whether you wish to participate."

You're not worried about that part. What worries you the most, however, is the fact that he's right. You are finished with classes for the day and you have nothing planned. You took today off from work. Your schedule is perfectly free.

But of course the Azul Ashengrotto wouldn't know that, would he?

The house is a smart home, equipped with every necessity and appliance. Everything's controlled by a remote here. It's not very far from your university either, built on a hill that overlooks houses below. It feels a little isolating and smells very new and clean. Like that fabled new car smell, only it's a house. But everything is so unique to you. Its minimalistic design is oddly cozy, and you can't help but feel enchanted the deeper you venture through the two-story home. It's all so unreal!

Azul gives you the rundown, explains how the remote and each button works. You can lock doors, open and close windows, mess with the thermostat, turn the home security on and off, and even start the oven. You hold the power to this home in the palm of your hands. It's immensely fascinating.

By the end of the tour, you're shaking his hand and signing his contract, agreeing to three months of study. Not only are you provided this nice home, you'll also be paid per week. And the pay is far more than you were making with your two jobs.

The android has a long, tongue-tying serial number, so to make things easier he's named Floyd. They even gave him a surname in preparation for the twin android who is being designed to complement and mirror him. He certainly looks human when you meet him, but there's this uncanny nature to his presence that slightly unnerves you. He's too perfect. Skin too smooth. Eyes too bright. Hair too soft. He towers over you, having to bend down to walk through the doorframe, and every movement he makes is very mechanical and stiff.

Still, you smile at him and offer your hand. "Hi there. I'm (Name). Your...housemate, I guess."

He nods, peering down at your hand before lifting his own. "Floyd Leech. At your service."

You were expecting to feel coldness, so you startle when his hand fits into yours and it's warm. It feels so very real. So deceptively lifelike. You wonder if he can regulate his own internal temperatures. Just how advanced is he?

"Right... Um, I look forward to getting to know you!"

He nods again, releasing your hand after a perfectly timed handshake.

Azul had given you a special number should you need to reach him or Idia. All you needed to do was phone it if at any point you were to feel confused or unsafe. "But I don't think you'll utilize it," he told you when you stood in the lab, watching Idia Shroud flit around to do final maintenance checks to ensure Floyd was ready for his first trial run. His eyes were open the entire time, two mismatched lights centered on you. His stare was listless, but somehow you felt as if he was looking through to your very soul. "He's very safe. In fact, he's programmed to assess and react appropriately to dangers of all kinds. You'll be safe with him around."

And safe you are.

You've always been alone, so it's nice to have a roommate, even if he only speaks when spoken to. It's awkward for all of one week until you ease into his pattern. From various vantage points throughout the house, Idia and Azul watch through hidden cameras. You cook your meals for yourself and Floyd watches, assisting when you order him to. You leave for class and Floyd waits by the door for you to return, standing stock-still for hours.

You lounge in the sitting room and put on all kinds of films. Action. Comedy. Horror. Floyd's eyes never leave the screen. But sometimes he watches you more than he watches the movie, noting all of your reactions. He doesn't understand why you get so emotional over sappy romances. So you explain it simply: "It evokes emotions. We all have emotions, and these movies make us feel them. Happy. Sad. Angry. Upset. Things like that."

But Floyd doesn't feel. Even so, he listens and he nods along, filing your answers away for later dissection. It's interesting.

By the end of the first month, Floyd's adopted new habits. Ever since you told him he's free to do as he pleases, he's taken to cooking your meals for you, doing your laundry, preparing your bag for the day. He's surprisingly good at it. He does chores when you leave for classes or work. And for the first time in a while you're excited to return home, knowing he's there waiting.

Floyd adds new words and phrases to his ever-expanding vocabulary. You watch a lot of TV together and he starts to use some of what he hears in his own speech. He picks up informal language quickly, and it isn't long until he's using words like sup or dunno instead of the rigid how are you? and I am unsure he was previously programmed with.

The first sign of unrest comes when you realize Floyd's also connected to the smart home. At first you didn't think it was a bad thing. After all, with him controlling it you won't have to worry about getting up to grab the remote if you've already sat down. Floyd can do that for you. But then the remote goes missing, later turning up shattered. You ask Floyd what happened and he looks at you and says, "Why use this piece of junk when you've got me?"

"Still... What if you're not able to help? What if you're in sleep mode and I need to open a window or something?" you argue, cradling the splinters of remote like they're an injured baby bird.

"That won't happen," he replies smoothly, issuing you a soothing smile. "I'm always gonna be here for ya. Count on it."

And you do because, by the time the three months are nearing their end and Floyd's developed into quite the companion, more and more human than he's ever seemed, you find yourself stuck.

No, not stuck. That's not quite right. You're more so trapped.

Floyd locks the doors, shutters the windows, turns off the lights. You're cowering in the closet, the only place that feels just a little safe in this moment. You can't reach Azul or Idia either. He's shut the power off, the internet connection, everything. The smart home on the hilltop feels like a tiny island now, and Floyd's the shark always circling it, waiting for you to dip your feet into the depths.

"C'mon, Shrimpy," he calls out, and it's a nickname you were once so fond of because he thought of it himself. "I already told ya I ain't gonna hurt ya. So just come out and talk to me."

You have no idea where you went wrong. Was it too many horror films? Was it the fact that you started to rely so heavily on him for companionship, ignoring your human friends in favor of staying in with Floyd? Or was it because he was blocking their numbers that you never received any messages and automatically assumed they were cutting contact? He said he'd always be here for you, so why to this degree?

The closet doors are thrown open. Floyd drags you, kicking and screaming, out by the ankles. Every camera has gone dark on Azul and Idia's end. All but one. The one in the bedroom. Floyd stares directly at it when he lifts you up and lays you on the bed, gentle and sugary-sweet.

He smiles and waves before that screen blanks out, leaving you truly trapped with him.

And because it's all experimental, morbid curiosity trumping ethical morals, no one comes to rescue you.

Three months is more of an indefinite forever in this lonesome smart home.

#meraki mumbles #yandere twst

[thirsty-lakedream]

Third Roomate

I arrive after a long day of classes and this is the first thing I see when I walk into the apartment.

I’m not too surprised. It’s quite normal to see my roommate sitting on the couch and watching one of his shows. What I did not expect is how he looked.

“Hey, Matt…”

The guy glances over but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the tv. Instead of his normal sci-fi shit he instead is watching a baseball match.

“Matt, yo I’m talking to you.” I try to block the screen with my body but he simply leans over, pointing the remote to the screen.

“In a sec man, I’m trying to watch the game.” I roll my eyes. I doubt he actually knows what’s going on about, just trying to play into his new look. “And stop calling me Matt, you know my name.”

I roll my eyes, “God you are obsessed. You know, when I agreed to buy ‘Gabriel’ with you I thought I’d at least get a turn every so often…”

“Oh come on.” The muscles blonde stood up, towering nearly a foot above me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d feel a bit intimidated. “I’m just having some fun with our new toy before you take him for the rest of the night!”

“Is this fun? Your sitting all alone pretending to be some dumb jock interested in sports. Tell me Gabe, did ‘Matt’ even go to class today?”

He shifted slightly trying to hide away, but with his big frame it was difficult to. “Not exactly… But don’t worry, l attended for him.”

“Dude! Are you serious?” Turning away from the guy, I barged into my roommate’s room, where I found him exactly where I thought I would. He stood in the center wearing a full-body haptic suit and VR headset strapped onto his head. He faced the wall, seemingly staring at nothing. The equipment was rigged to his PC, with the screen showing all sorts of familiar diagnostics and body mapping windows.

“You’ve seriously been using Gabriel all day? Even when you know I called using him tonight! Now his batteries are gonna be dead before I can even use him.” You grab him by the shoulder trying to shake him back to reality.

Matt didn’t turn to me but responded to my accusation “Relax bro. He’s been on the charger since he got home so you don’t have to worry! Look!” From behind me Gabriel walked up, standing attentively.

Both Matt and Gabriel spoke in at the same time in unison. “See? Look I’m Gabriel and I’m ready to go out with my frat bros all night!” Matt performed a mocking jig and Gabriel mimicked the exact movement. He then touched his finger to the temple of his virtual reality goggles and in an instant Gabriel halted all movement.

You see, Gabriel isn’t a real person, he never was actually. He’s what’s known as a techno-puppet. Like how in a video game you can use a controller to manipulate your avatar. It works the same way but instead you control this hyper realistic doll. It wasn’t hard to see why Matt took such a liking to living as him. We spent the last month building this entire life, even forging papers to make him an ‘official’ student in our college. We have people thinking he’s our third roomate, but in reality he’s just a toy for us to experience an exciting college life.

I waited for a moment as he took off the VR equipment and handed it to me. Hiding away into my own room, I excitedly put on the gear. Sitting myself down comfortably on my bed, felt around the headset until I found the power button. Pressing it, the technology in the haptic and goggles whittled to life. After a brief loading time, my vision awoke and I found myself once again standing in Matt’s room. My roomate grinned trying to hide his envy as I was now in control of Gabriel. Maybe ill give him a taste of his own medicine for hogging the beautiful body by taking him for the entire weekend. I know Matt is harboring a secret crush on our puppet so teasing him around the apartment can be a warmup to get into my new persona

#android #puppet #male puppet #male asfr #body possession #technology possession

[fernandopiastri28]

give me purpose ~ LN4 x OP81 (pt3)

(part 1), (part 2), part 3

He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a noise, but Oscar still catches the look of revulsion all over his best friends face. “C'mon Mate, cut me some slack,” He groans, pushing the lab door open in front of them. “She’s travelling right now and we usually always call before bed,” Lando’s nose wrinkles, forcing the muscles in his face to relax. “Didn’t say anything.” He mutters, dragging the metal chair loudly against the floor. Oscar gives him a look, ‘I know what you were thinking though,’. Lando doesn’t meet his eyes, just dumps his books onto the table. The smack of them covers a perfectly timed cough into his fist. It’s slightly bloody, but not as bad as a few days before.  He wipes his hand clan with a tissue before discarding it with a wadded up piece of paper on top of it. Now it’s fully covered, all out of the sight of anyone who uses the bin after him.

WARNINGS: depression, dark thoughts of self perception, drinking to cope

WC: 2,851

Oscar pesters Lando about getting a girlfriend just about every day for the following two weeks. “Dude, c’mon, just even a girl you can makeout with at parties and shit,” Lando wants to remind Oscar that neither of them even go to parties, so it’s the most stupid suggestion to make.

They lay sprawled across Lando’s bed, Max is long gone and returned to university. It’s quite lonely, the one person who seems to understand him is back in his own little world. “I don’t think I will” He murmurs, his hands carding through the dark tufts of hair he’s been proudly growing out.

“Hm?” Oscar hums next to him, his head rolling over to look at him. He has his arms crossed over a pillow that rests on his chest. He looks very domestic, if that’s the right way to describe it. “I just don’t think I like girls.. like other boys do” Cold air puffs from his bottom lip to his sweaty top lip. A few wisps of dark hair growing over it. “Like you do,” He adds awkwardly. 

The mention of Oscar having a girl in his life gets the older boy ditzy and dazed, his pupils visibly growing. “Just wait until you’ve held the girl you like in your arms, her lips against yours, her perfume and the smell of her shampoo consuming your senses” He recounts dreamily, clearly thinking about his new lover Lily. 

None of that sounds remotely appealing. He wants to throw up, again. 

“Enough about girlfriends,” Oscar agrees, mimicking zipping his lips and tossing the key. He’s such a dad, but Lando’s still somewhat charmed. “Let’s watch something,” He rolls over, shuffling towards the edge of his bed and dipping down to grab his laptop off the ground. “Something scary?”

Oscar scoots closer, tugging a blanket over both of their backs in the most unconventional manner. “Fuck no, you know I’m a pussy. Let’s watch Talladega nights,” 

Lando couldn’t groan louder if he tried. “Oscar, we’ve watched Talladega nights three times in the past month. Are there any other movies you like?” Oscar genuinely has to think about the question, sucking his bottom lip under his teeth in deep concentration. Lando allows the pause and silence to appreciate how normal this all feels. His best friend is finally not away racing, he’s present- willing to shut up about girls for a bit. 

He looks at Lando’s computer screen which is open to some free movie streaming service. “Any of the fast and furious movies?” Lando shakes his head, lip curled in disinterest. “Rush?” He shakes his head again. It’s a more appealing offer, but they’ve seen it twice together already. “...Cars?”

“Mate, do you like any movies that don’t involve racing?”

Oscar thinks hard again, “I like the gentleman,”

“The gentleman it is,”

*

“Okay, bye Babe. Text me when you wake up,” Oscar makes a weird kissing noise into the microphone of his phone, ending his call with Lily after that. Lando pulls a face, his eyebrows pinching together in disgust to keep himself from genuinely just puking all over his best friend. He loves the guy, but damn, he is sappy.

He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a noise, but Oscar still catches the look of revulsion all over his bestfriends face. “C'mon Mate, cut me some slack,” He groans, pushing the lab door open in front of them. “She’s travelling right now and we usually always call before bed,”

Lando’s nose wrinkles, forcing the muscles in his face to relax. “Didn’t say anything.” He mutters, dragging the metal chair loudly against the floor. Oscar gives him a look, ‘ I know what you were thinking though,’. Lando doesn’t meet his eyes, just dumps his books onto the table. The smack of them covers a perfectly timed cough into his fist. It’s slightly bloody, but not as bad as a few days before. 

He wipes his hand clan with a tissue before discarding it with a wadded up piece of paper on top of it. Now it’s fully covered, all out of the sight of anyone who uses the bin after him. 

A girl walks past him to get to her desk, the strong scent of some caramel perfume wafting after her. His nose scrunches instinctively, but as the smell becomes fainter, it becomes somewhat enjoyable. Oscar prods his shoulder, forcing him to look back and be met with a sneaky grin. “Her?” He asks, without further elaboration. Lando puts the pieces together quick enough- the girl who smells like caramel. “Do you think she’s pretty?” 

“Logan?” He gives her a look up and down. Straight hair to her waist, lips smeared with obscene amounts of gloss, green eyes framed with long black lashes. She’s deep in conversation with one of her friends when she catches the boys looking back at her. She shoots them a smile, mouth full of braces-straight teeth. Lando reciprocates a lazy smile back in return.  

“She’s cute, hm?” Oscar teases, digging his elbow into Lando’s side. The older’s stomach flutters and his pupils dilate. It's not from looking at Logan, rather from Oscar’s nearness and how Lando could smell his shampoo. The ever so familiar smell of green apple. It’s almost as much of a pleasant comfort smell as  the base smell of sweat after a karting race, the petrol of the track in a close second. 

He doesn’t look at Oscar, just keeps his head down, digging the tip of his pen into the paper of his book. “Yes,” It’s not necessarily a lie. In terms of girls, Logan’s pretty. Does he think of her in the ways Oscar says he thinks of Lily, not even remotely. He can’t imagine ever feeling like that about someone, so he fakes it.  

The rest of the lesson is spent with Oscar teasing Lando about it. Instructing him on ways to flirt with a girl, how to ask one out, what compliments make them blush the hardest. Frankly, he couldn’t have cared less. It was a mute topic, and meaningless advice. He’d never use it, so it would just rot away in his mind as he thinks about how he should want to use it.

Yet, he’ll let Oscar just talk it out at the cost of having his best friend sitting right next to him, their thighs touching. It’s like being on his bed and watching movies, it’s like the car ride home together after a race, it’s like how it should be. 

Making a half assed effort to pretend he’s listening, Lando uncaps his pen as slyly as possible, using his arm as a substitute piece of paper. Each time a minute passes, he adds a single straight dash to his arm, groups of fives. He’s got three groups down and two separate dashes for seventeen minutes in when it catches Oscar attention.

He’s like a needy little dog, always needing his best friend's attention. He gives the girl topic a rest for a bit, pinching Lando’s wrist in between the too long uncut nails on his thumb and pointer. He doesn’t need to communicate what he wants, Lando already knows. 

He allows for his hand to rest in Oscar’s lap, the back of his forearm pressed against the younger’s thigh. A green gel pen presses against his unmarked skin, faint scratches leave doodles of smiley faces, stars, some dodgy and below average attempt at a race car. 

There’s a pause where Oscar contemplates what he wants to draw next. He brings the pen closer to himself, towards Lando’s pale wrist. A love heart. There’s a twist in his stomach that makes him want to crawl up into bed and cry from the sheer pain. It’s bathroom bad, it’s flower bad, it’s blood bad. He fights the urge to puke all over the lab floor.

The cherry on top is the collection of ink splodges being signed with ‘ property of oscar piastri’ . It has him cursing Oscar out a million times over in his head. It’s weird , it’s like they’re dating, it’s probably more than he even does with Lily. Sure, Oscar knows what the girls lips feel like, but does he claim and fucking brand her? 

His mouth wraps around some low level insult he can hurl at Oscar, struggling to get it out as it sticks to his lips, clinging like cracked and flakey skin during winter. Being mean won’t help anything, being hotehead has never helped anything, “You’re a good drawer,” He decides to be nice.

Without bothering to shift his eyes to Oscar, he just knows what the older’s reaction to that is; some wide and dorky grin, matched with a slight raise of his eyebrows in shock. He covers his surprised reaction with a mumbled out form of thank you . 

*

Summer hits and life just seems to improve by 100%. Lando sleeps better, smiles more, laughs at even the worst of jokes on TV. He forces himself out of his comfort zone, hanging out with Daniel a few times. He goes karting with Oscar, Alex, and George, and Oscar out does all of them embarrassingly. He realises that having friends who aren’t just Oscar is kinda good, because it means he’s not completely alone when the Australian around.

He gets closer to Carlos, and he does so when Oscar isn’t around as the two boys seem like the same charges of magnetism, pushing away from each other and unable to find any common ground. Carlos is a typical teenage boy, burly and matured faced, but with the same stupid sense of humour that Oscar seems to have grown out of.

Lando hates to accept it, but Oscar’s seeming to mature for him every day.

Carlos brings out a boyish sense of fun that he’s seemed to have lost over time. It’s at no fault of Oscar’s, maybe it was from just isolating himself because he thought he only had Oscar. Carlos teaches him Spanish- a few phrases to get him by if he was ever to visit, and a few just for the sake of being funny. He invites him over to his house and lets him stay over for the night. They watch movies together, laying on Carlos’ extravagant bed. It’s squishy under his body, covered in a thick knitted blanket. 

But it’s not quite Oscar’s bed. Oscar’s rickety old bed that endured the travel from Australia, the one they’d etched their names into, writing secrets and jokes in. It’s not his doona decorated in small race cars, obviously designed for a young child, but still suiting him at 17. 

Carlos’ house has the best food- warm and decadent spanish treats the Sainz family introduces to Lando too, cold cuts of cured meats, and so much bread. He puts on weight over the holidays, purely just from eating at Carlos’ house. Yet, he misses sneaking rum balls from Oscar’s kitchen during sleepovers and laying in his backyard eating party pies.

He misses the Australian food he’d insist on having each time he went to Oscar’s- wanting to ‘try his culture’. That request always got a laugh out of the younger boy. He misses making fun of Oscar’s painting of a koala and a kangaroo that he’d done years back that sticks to the fridge under a fridge magnet in the shape of Australia.

He misses Oscar, so he distracts himself with Carlos.

And for the most part, it’s enough.

Lando sits in the backyard of the Piastri family house, his hand buried in the soft fur of Bas’ back. Oscar’s away for a few days to go visit Lily, but his parents are thrilled to see Lando hanging around again. It’s not as if he’s never around, but going from every single afternoon and most nights down to maybe three times a week- especially during the holidays, it’s a drastic change.

He decides he likes sorta living in Oscar’s house, and just stays there throughout the day. He’s not sure how, but the sun seems to burn brighter over at the Piastri’s house. Maybe they’ve cast some Australian spell over it, because Lando soaks up all the sun while laying out by their pool, getting a golden glowing tan for the first time in years.

Another thing that had happened over the concise holidays, he finally went to a party. Not only that,. He realised what he’d been missing out on, how fucking fun they actually were. Drinking was fun too, not the actual process- but the feeling after. Carlos tells him he’s lucky that he doesn’t get the hangover headache after each party. He knows he is, it allows him to get back up again and do it all the next night.

And maybe Oscar had some okay advice. He doesn’t find a girl that’s just for hookups, but he does makeout with Daniel a few times. Daniel tells Lando that he’s ‘bisexual’, and he has to explain it when Lando doesn’t quite understand that.

When he does know what it means, Daniel asks Lando if he’s also Bi. He wants to say yes, because he’s clearly attracted to the curly haired, strong nosed Australian, but he's not sure if there’s any girl he can pinpoint he is attracted to. He shrugs, his fingers tugging at the hem of Daniel’s blue sports jersey. “I guess,” He hums, leaning forward to peck Daniel on the chin. It feels like a weird place to put it, but Daniel’s a year older- seeming so mature and experienced- and he seems to like it, smiling wide as he can and playing with the curls on the back of Lando’s neck.

There’s a definite comfort when it comes to being around Daniel, hearing the Aussie accent that’s been such an essential familiarity for the past few years. He likes the hookups with Daniel, he likes when they kiss over and over, each peck being so chaste and dry that it’s not at all like slobbery ones that haunt his imagination. It’s also nice that he doesn’t have to commit to anything. Daniel likes another boy, one called Max. Not Lando’s brother, some exchange student from the Netherlands. For now, Lando is experience for Daniel to test out what it’s like to be with a boy, and Daniel is Lando’s first experience to be with anyone.

Some days he sleeps over at Carlos, once or twice at Daniel’s, never at his own- every other day not spent at the Spaniard’s or the curly haired man- he sleeps at Oscar’s, which is most of the time. Each day is the same- going over to the Piastri house through the front gate, small talk with his parents and sisters, usually mainly Mae who seems the most interested in actually talking to him, before retreating to Oscar’s room to make use of his PC.

Days turn to weeks, as it's almost the last week of the six week summer holiday. He’s missed Oscar like crazy, and he thinks about everything he wants to complete in these nine days before they return to school. Oscar had extended his trip for visiting Lily, somehow getting roped into going on an impromptu trip with hers to some camping area near a beach.

He sees pictures of Oscar on instagram- which is a first for him to post. Tan lines decorate the pale expanse of his body. Permanent blush scatters across his nose and cheeks, his hair lightly bleached from the sun and seawater. Along with the tans and aching burns, speckles of even more moles cover his body. They look pretty, and Lando realises it’s the first time he’s looked at someone, seen a feature of theirs, and genuinely felt a sense of admiration of its beauty.

He really appreciates having Daniel in his life, helping him to discover that he actually does kinda like people like that.

The post also shows off Lily, which is Lando’s first time seeing what she looks like. He’s at Carlos’ pregaming when he sees the photos. Carlos leans over his shoulder to look at the phone, mumbling ‘ Dios bueno,’ when Lando zooms in one Lily’s face. She’s fucking beautiful, a real life barbie doll. Long shiny hair, an adorable pretty face, perfect lips, perfect face, perfect girlfriend.

She’s perfect, and Oscar loves her in all of her perfectness.

So he drinks extra that night, and kisses Daniel harder than either of them had originally planned for. He cries into Daniel’s lap, sobbing that he’ll never be enough. Despite his funny and unserious demeanour, Daniel knows how to be sensitive and take care of  someone. 

Lando stumbles to the bathroom and coughs up so many flowers and loose petals. He’s convinced he’s stained the whole place red by the time he retreats back into the main room of the party, resting his head in Alex’s lap who is even more attentive to taking care of him. George and Carmen help out where they can in trying to sober him up so he’ll ‘ feel better’ , but he just wants more liquor and sleep. He wants silence again.

#fernandopiastri28 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #f1 rpf #fanfic #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri #lando norris #landoscar #carlos sainz #daniel ricciardo #alex albon #logan sargeant #girl logan sargeant #hanahaki #unrequited #drinking

[jesuisici33]

WIP Wednesday

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The appointment is mixed in with all the others on Eddie’s fridge calendar. It’s written nonchalantly in between Chris’ dentist appointment and his and Buck’s outing to the zoo. (One of the giraffes finally had her baby, and both of them are really excited to see the new baby giraffe. Eddie would go with them if he didn’t have to work. He’s making them send him pictures.) The words Buck – clinic written down in Buck’s handwriting like any other normal dates on the Diaz calendar.

It’s not the first time Buck’s written down his personal appointments on Eddie’s calendar. He’s been starting to do that more and more often since even before he and Buck started dating. However this appointment is different. This one is for his sperm donation for Connor and Kameron. Which means for roughly two weeks he and Buck won’t be having sex.

He refuses to pout about that. At least when Buck is around.

Don’t get Eddie wrong. When Buck tells him he is doing this – eyes wary with Eddie’s judgment, as if Eddie would ever judge Buck for doing a selfless act – it came as a surprise. The thought of Buck agreeing to be a sperm donor for his old college roommate is something out of left field. However he understands why Buck is doing this. Buck likes being helpful. Likes giving people what they can’t have. He also knows this decision isn’t one Buck will agree to without thinking it over multiple times. If Buck knows he can do this, he can do this.

Eddie just never thought it would mean he wouldn’t get to fuck his boyfriend for a couple weeks.

“Are you sure about abstaining?” Eddie asks again for what seems to be the hundredth time. “Maybe one night won’t make a difference.” 

Buck looks over at him. He’s scrolling through Netflix, trying to find something that isn’t PG for them to watch now that Christopher is in bed. His smile grows wide, delighting in Eddie’s poor negotiating skills. 

“I don’t want to risk it, babe.” When Buck made his clinic appointment, the first thing he told Eddie is that he plans to abstain from many things. Alcohol, junk food, red meat, fish with a high mercury count. Eddie is laughing until Buck tacks on sex at the end of his sentence. “Besides, I never said you can’t masterbate. Or give me a show.” Buck side-eyes him. 

Eddie goes over to the couch and places his hands on Buck’s shoulders, smirking down at him. “Oh? That not going to ruin your plan?” 

“Maybe. But it will be a fun challenge.”

The gears in Eddie’s brain are turning. “Hmm.” Sitting down next to him on the couch, he points to the remote still in Buck’s hand. “Find something yet?” 

Realizing he’s not going to get more out of Eddie than that, Buck scoffs, clicking on whatever show is highlighted during their chat. 

tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @apothecarose @mammameesh @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves @your-catfish-friend @pirrusstuff @ladydorian05 @rmd-writes @loserdiaz @eowon @ramonaflow @911-on-abc @thebumblecee @tyfinn @obsessedwithdavrick @rosedavid @wandering-night19

[trickstarbrave]

i havent drawn her yet but fine. i made a new nerevarine

artemisia septim, bastard princess of uriel conceived around the time just before jagar tharn ended up imprisoning uriel in a pocked dimension of oblivion (events of arena). uriel didn't really want her, but given she wasn't born to a random maid, he agreed to raise her but she's pretty much locked up in her wing of the imperial palace with only a nanny and tutors. she never knew her mother, just that she was a noblewoman who agreed to stay silent if he took responsibility.

after jagar tharn was defeated uriel vii focused more efforts on legitimate heirs and clearing out any potential spies. her nanny is killed on suspicion of being a spy who aided jagar tharn along with several of her maids. artemisia is only 11-12. she begins to hate him.

because she's an elf she's still young by the events of morrowind, at least as far as elves age. it makes her feel even more alienated in the imperial palace. she only ever speaks to her siblings and father in formal settings, otherwise they rarely acknowledge her. she studies magic but she knows uriel vii is a very. paranoid person for a good chunk of her life following his imprisonment. time breaking after the warp in the west probably did not help anyone. elves as i write them age normally until around the 20's after which it DRAMATICALLY slows down, but everyone expects her to be a fully mature woman who's nearly 40 (maybe she's younger idk i might set her story a few years before the official game. or maybe later. we'll see) bc theyre all imperials. she's like. baby to most elves though.

she's sent on a diplomatic mission to morrowind for politics. she's just excited to fucking leave the imperial city and GO SOMEWHERE. she finds the palace stiffing and filled with horrible memories. she wants to see something new, and she always read about morrowind. to her its a dream come true to finally get to see it in person and she's so excited she can hardly sleep.

of course. uriel sent her to morrowind because he knew the political tensions there were too high to send one of his legitimate heirs. he's hoping she doesn't die but also he needs an ambassador and wants to make a good impression. if she is attacked and killed though he intends to use it to put morrowind more heavily under his thumb. he also, given he has some prophetic abilities, has a good feeling about sending her there.

she's super excited at first even though things are. tense. they were told uriel had a dunmer daughter but she doesn't look like a dunmer at all. even being half. they've seen half-imperial half-dunmer children and she doesn't look like a dunmer even remotely. she has pointed ears but her skin has a golden hue and her hair is stark white and her eyes are red. she explains she was born with a condition that lead to only patches of grey skin that faded as she got older but that her mother was definitely a dunmer. they question if she actually had an affair with an altmer and not the emperor behind her back but in a way she can still hear, but dismiss it as the empire playing tricks on them to make them look stupid. she isn't half dunmer. the emperor must think theyre stupid and is passing off his altmer born bastard as a dark elf like they can't tell she doesn't have grey skin. (nerevar was rly coming through on this one. azura had to much fun in the create a sim i think)

however some sixth house members strike. orvas dren tipped them off that a septim would be coming for a diplomacy meeting and their plan was to kidnap her, hold her hostage, make her a dreamer, and then send her back to the imperial palace with plenty of ash statues.

caius ends up rescuing her and taking her back to hide in his house. she's freaking out bc what the fuck there's a freaky ass cult in morrowind?????????? were they gonna kill her?????? did the emperor know????????? and now she's stranded in the country until caius can figure out a way to smuggle her out without someone knowing but he suspects there might be sixth house infiltrators in nobility who would catch them. they can't risk him just plopping her in a boat while they also hide in wait there and caius in good conscious can't let her die when uriel tasked him with protecting her by any means. so instead he gives her a slight haircut, some commoner clothing, and tells her they're gonna give her a fake identity

she's like. "great im stuck in a fucking skooma den on this fucked up island and theres ash storms here and weird cultists and im miserable and i almost died and--"

"here's 200 gold, buy some other gear, say you're a half altmer mage coming here to study, join the mages guild and try not to get yourself killed. i have a few contacts in the guild i told to keep an eye out for you and keep you safe. do NOT do anything reckless. do you understand."

artemisia realizing that she gets to join the mages guild and do whatever she wants now:

[floating-above-sea-level]

More random SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons (part 3)

+some general fnaf movie stuff

-I like the idea that Mike, Abby, Ness, Vanessa, Max, and Cory(/whatever his characters name is/would be) are all friends and call themselves the fazgang, which Ness, Abby, and Vanessa were definitely the ones who came up with that

-Mike eventually agrees to take Ness to Freddy’s after months of asking, and the two of them + Abby and Vanessa all go together to hang out with the animatronics and tell each other stuff about the place (Ness finally finds out the truth abt everything)

-Mike listens to 80’s music and like “male manipulator” type shit (he’s an angsty trans guy bros a stereotype /pos) and Ness is a def a Swifty he loves “white girl who’s friends are almost all gay men” type music /hj

-when Abby finds out that Mike and Ness like each other, she is GOBSMACKED because her brother has always been chronically bitchless on both ends but then she gets all excited to try and play match maker (she asks Vanessa for help and they’re actually kinda good at it)

-Vanessa is a LESBIAN and I am MIKENESSAS #1 HATER !! /hj /lh

-Ness loves embarrassing Mike any chance they get ever (they do try their best not to overstep but they’re a bit bad at gauging where the line is, especially since Mike isn’t very good at communicating, so they do go too far sometimes but it’s ok normally it’s all good and fun and Mike secretly likes it he’s like “hehe that’s right they’re my partner and I’m their boyfriend hehe I’m a boyfriend hehe”)

-Mike and Ness are so clingy I will never shut up abt it they will text and call any time they’re apart but they’re together like any chance they get and when they’re out in public, Ness will make it obvious they’re together in every way they can (without making Mike uncomfortable) and Mike can be a bit possessive over them like if he’s upset or feels left out or like Ness isn’t paying him enough attention to him (etc etc which like doesn’t happen often cause Ness is obsessed with him) he’ll get more physically and openly clingy (example is my last art piece they’re so cute) and in private they’re just like always touching, kissing, hugging, cuddling, rubbing, caressing, tracing, holding they are SO CLINGY IDC

-Abby makes the fazgang friendship bracelets

-Mike is NOT a jewelry person even remotely but he will wear anything Abby or Ness gives him, he just makes it known that he prefers bracelets and rings as they’re more subtle and usually more masculine

-Ness on the other hand loves jewelry and accessories and fun clothing in general. They have earings, bracelets, rings, pins, glasses, jackets, belts, pants and shirts with fun designs, etc. he loves dressing up

-Ness’ love language is yapping (info dumping, rambling, pet names, words of affirmation, etc.) and Mike loves to listen (even though he has no idea what they’re on abt half the time, he just likes hearing their voice and seeing them happy/excited/passionate)

-Mike and Ness absolutely share music with/make playlists for each other, even though majority of the time their music taste is NOT similar like AT ALL 💔💔💔

-Ness likes buying Mike shirts. Usually they’ll be nice and buy him shirts with stuff he’s interested in on it (music, movies, etc.) but he will also buy dumb things or cheesy couple stuff to see how much he can get away with (Mike always wears them, even if he thinks they’re dumb, though if they’re too dumb he’ll usually wear hoodies and jackets over them. Still wears them though)

-Mike and Ness absolutely steal each others clothes. They don’t wear them, cause they’re different sizes and styles, but being the clingy hoes they are, they’ll steal shirts and hoodies and stuff just simply to have, especially if they have to be apart for a long time

-whenever/if Mike eventually gets top surgery, Ness immediately becomes more touchy because they know that Mike is far more comfortable. They hug and cuddle him without worry, they run their hands across his chest, they kiss his scars, etc. UGH they’re so sweet I love them

-fall and winter are Mike and Ness’ favorite seasons. Mike loves it because of the cooler and darker weather, meaning he can comfortably layer clothes and experiences less weather related sensory issues (temperature, sunlight, etc.), Ness loves the holidays and the seasonal treats

-Mike and Ness love carnival and arcade dates. Ness loves carnival treats and rides, Mike likes winning games, they both like getting cute little prizes for each other. They do have to take precautions for overstimulation though lol. Noise canceling headphones (Ness has the obvious over ear ones that they like to decorate, Mike wears ear plugs/buds), sunglasses if lights are too much, little codes to let the other know that they need a break or wanna leave, etc.

-they cook together. Again, I do love the “Mike can’t cook for shit” headcanon but frankly that’s not super likely so they just cook together and it’s cute

-cute at home movie dates where they either bond over nerdy shit (like Marvel, Star Wars, whatever) and Ness can’t stop talking about his theories and Easter eggs and general things he thinks about the movies the whole time, which Mike doesn’t mind since he’s already seen them plenty of times and again he just likes listening to Ness, or Ness makes them watch cheesy romcoms that make Mike want to pull his hair out and he actively complains and makes fun of the characters the whole movie, which Ness doesn’t mind cause like yeah he’s right but they’re also always like “omg us” and Mike is like “what no nuh uh we’re so much cooler than them/I don’t act anything like that” and then Ness gives him a look and Mike is like “babe, stop, no, we’re/im not like that” and then Ness starts making a silly little impression of some shit Mike does and then Mike sees their point but is still stubborn abt it and just akskdslsdn you get the idea

-ok that’s all for now giggles

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #mike x ness #ness x mike #queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd #headcanons

[overlysour]

may a request jealousy hcs for tighnari, cyno, kazuha and dainsleif with fem or gn reader pleasee?

＃VARIOUS GENSHIN CHARACTERS♡ — THEM WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS

(Part two)

Reply: Ofc u can! I’ll do gn reader just so anyone can sort of imagine themselves. I didn’t have enough energy to write any more characters but I think I’ll definitely write more characters with jealously if requested by someone <3

Tighnari

Kinda petty when jealous, though depending on the situation.

He’d be clingy in a physical way (if you’re comfortable with that, he’d only do what you’re happy with 🫶)

His tail probably wraps around your leg once or twice to get your attention whilst he glares at the source of his jealously.

His ears go completely stiff but might occasionally twitch as if he’s twitching in annoyance.

Probably throws a few insults made to seem like jokes.

Intense glaring.. like, he’ll smile as he glares at someone and he’ll even have the nerve to chuckle.

Continues to be clingy until the day is over then acts like he didn’t do anything at all when questioned.

“Hm, yesterday? No, I don’t recall that.. Well, seems I’ve got my forest duties calling out to me.”

Cyno

Possessive but not controlling, he’ll only act if he sees his jealousy not selfish.

Whether he’s trying to or not, he’ll unconsciously glare at someone or something he’s jealous of.

May wrap his arm around your waist but he won’t cling to you or do anything remotely affectionate unless you’re alone together (depending whether your relationship is very public or not).

Honestly a bit like he’s an animal as well with the fact he’s not immune to growling by accident (without realising).

May like to give you a small kiss out of sight just to calm him down <3

Overall quite chill on the outside if he’s not glaring.

Kazuha

Wouldn’t act on his jealously until after the encounter that made him feel that way.

Will act normal but don’t be surprised if his arm snakes it’s way onto your waist or he holds your hand.

May be slightly quieter than usual though believes thoroughly that you wouldn’t agree to be with him if you didn’t love him.

Cares deeply about your relationship with him so he’d be slightly insecure that he’d loose you :(

Honestly a tiny bit of affection could make him feel better so don’t worry he’s not sad for long!

Dainsleif

Will act calm but don’t put it past him to glare.

Would be protective due to the fact you’d be one of the only people he let into his life in many, many years.

He’s lost many things and people, including a whole nation and their people so of course he’d be glaring a tiny bit if he’s feeling like he may loose you to someone else. He doesn’t want to loose the one person he finally got close to and learned to love

Not petty but would need a hug and a smile from you to make him happy again.

Might follow you around more then he already does to make sure you’re okay.

#tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #cyno x you #cyno x y/n #cyno x reader #dainsleif x you #dainsleif x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you

[decepti-thots]

for so long I have felt like a weirdo for thinking that the jro pregnancy stuff is deeply unhorny. but I am going to say it now: it's only horny in the way that the alien franchise is horny: there are definitely people who are horny about it, but it's primarily about the non-sexy aspects of pregnancy. i get that it's a funny joke but a non-insignificant people genuinely act like it's "the writer's barely disguised fetish". birth is weird and scary and fascinating, even more so in robots. im probably more defensive about this than I should be but it's kind of upsetting to me that this is where the discussion always ends

I'll put this under a cut so as not to spam anyone's dash bc yeah I went off on this ask haha (positive).

I actually felt so insane about this very topic I ran a damn poll on my NSFW sideblog and the thing is: the majority of folks voting agreed no, it's not inherently, textually horny. (I would know; I know horny when I see it, ffs!) Which vindicated me! Because I agree it's so ridiculous a thing to unironically, sincerely insist is super horny, given the text, lmao.

Like, it's extremely obsessed with pregnancy, but this is not the same as 'a fetish', and tbqh I think the 'fetish' joke just shields any actually interesting discussion of what it's doing. I think the Alien comparison here is actually really telling; it's absolutely a visceral thing, a thing concerned with the body and how it functions, sometimes against our will. And it's not unconnected to sexuality or eroticism in how those things are discussed more broadly, in the sense it's talking about a thing that intersects with those elements in the abstract, but it's not. Like. It's not a "fetish" thing, and if the characters it involved weren't referred to as 'he' in text I think less people would be calling it that, and actually it kinda sucks that every time I bring it up I have to block people who see 'pregnancy mentioned' on my completely sfw posts as an excuse to go off on their personal fetishes in detail, or their desire to speculate on the imagined fetishes of the writer in equally graphic detail. (BTW, it's genuinely uncomfortable seeing people obsessively speculate on the imagined fetishes of a creator, I think. We should all do that a little less in public.)

I mean not to be a total killjoy or anything but like... treating pregnancy in itself, even in the most abstract way, as inherently fetishistic and inappropriate (the people reblogging my innocuous posts about pregnancy metaphors with fucking trigger warnings! 'mpreg trigger warning' being a normalized way to tag pictures that are just Trans Dude Who Is Pregnant!) is uh. I mean we live in a world where pregnant people are often massively marginalized by society period, and seen as somehow inappropriate for public life, and especially anyone who is remotely GNC. Like the idea that something is inherently obscene about a pregnant person is, shall we say, not apolitical. It is in fact a thing that people actually have to fight against in real life. I mean. Fandom doing this to a text that in fact is most notable for treating pregnancy weirdly neutrally in these terms is... frustrating! I think we all lose out when we refuse to engage with weird, funny texts that have things to say about these topics that fall outside our expected frameworks, like, say, 'this is A Fetish TM'. That's limiting! If we want to talk about what IDW1 phase two does with gender, we cannot do that properly if every time we talk about MTMTE we get weird about it doing sexless genderfree pregnancy metaphors, and instead make them funny mpreg jokes, tbh! IDK! Seems counter intuitive! And I genuinely think MTMTE/LL's bizarre approach to the thing is so interesting precisely because it's so odd and offputting. What if we actually examined it. I think we can find some good stuff in there, frankly.

And truly the especially frustrating thing is that the comic itself, for all it is objectively weird and hilarious and 'why the fuck is this even HERE' about it... is just never that. Like. I posted those excerpts because it IS weird and it IS wild and it IS quite funny in its way! It's alien robot body horror in a kids' cartoon franchise turned to an unexpected end! But you know what it actually manages, somehow, to never be? One: weird and misogynist about pregnancy. Two: weird and transphobic about it involving vaguely, ostensibly 'male' characters. Make all the mpreg jokes you want I guess, but MTMTE is many bizarre things but it never gives one single shit about the gender binary, and tbh I think it's genuinely kind of embarrassing the fandom saw a comic that did insane robot body horror pregnancy shit and was like. Okay well. But the mpreg tho.

Like. I've joked for years that I want to do a transmasc read of the pregnancy stuff Roberts did in TF seriously, same as I think a transmasc read of how Alien presents fears around "male pregnancy" in a trans context would be great. And for all my jokes, I genuinely would, actually. I think it's legit very interesting how Roberts manages to divorce the presentation of horror of pregnancy from gender in a way that mitigates the gendered subtext somewhat and gets at the loss of autonomy in a broader sense.

anyway it truly sucks that fandom is so fucking shitty about this. to give a little extra context, i talk about a particular transmasc humanformer AU sometimes that involves pregnancy and. i have had to Delete Some Fucking Asks about that thing, which. well that happens in normal regular real life and people talk about it like a fanfic trope (derogatory). so. i am a little sensitive to people getting Like This about the topic, aha.

sorry i went off on one anon, can you tell. i also find this frustrating. i relate. i am totally with you. god it would be so much less interesting to read it as horny so like, why is this the ONLY MODE we seem to have tbh

[hyacinthoideshispanica]

An idea for a Nessian au.

Nesta is a world-renowned prima ballerina who is being stalked by Tomas Mandray, an abusive ex-boyfriend who's turned obsessive. In her free time, she reads and takes self-defense lessons with her friends Gwyn and Emerie.

One night, she gets home and finds her door kicked in and a very vulgar/threatening note from Tomas beside a bouquet of fresh roses on the table.

For her safety, Rhys and Feyre set her up at their more remote house built into the side of a mountain, and Rhys also hires two of his friends, Cassian and Azriel, to be her bodyguards.

Cassian and Nesta obviously do not get along. Cassian tells her she needs to stop dancing for a bit as it draws too much attention, and Nesta refuses, making them take her to the studio every single day.

"I can't believe she's making us come here every day. Doesn't she realize how dangerous it is? He could be watching her right now!"

"I think it shows how brave she is. I mean, yes, she's scared, but she's also refusing to let him control her life.

"....Fine, I'll admit she's brave for going on with her life as normally as possible, but it's still really stupid that she's making us stand out in the hall like this. How are we supposed to protect her if we can't even see her?"

"Well, what did you expect, Cassian? After you spent the last two classes glaring daggers at Eris and making the entire room feel uncomfortable, I'm surprised she let you come along at all."

"Eris... I don't trust that guy. Don't like the look of him."

"You don't like the look of him, or you don't like the way he looks at her?"

"What's that supposed to mean, Az?"

"He's her dance partner, Cassian. It's perfectly natural that they have a certain level of chemistry, and if we were guarding any other woman, you'd be more than capable of making the distinction between a dance partner and an actual threat. When it comes to Nesta Archeron, you let your personal feelings get in the way and that can be dangerous..."

One night at the house, Cassian can't sleep and goes to the home gym but finds Nesta already there, warming up.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine. You?"

"I'm good, I just couldn't sleep."

"So, what? You figured a workout would help?"

"Well, I usually go for a drive, but I can't leave you."

"I don't need you to babysit me. I don't even know why Rhys hired you, I can take care of myself."

Cassian challenges her to a sparing match to test her self-defense technique, and a whole lot of tension happens. He tells her she has promise, but he can train her to be better.

A few months go by, and Nesta is preparing to dance the lead role in an upcoming performance. Cassian and Azriel are teaching her how to handle weapons, and she and Cassian have also started sleeping together.

The performance is only a day away, and Nesta is in her dressing room when a bouquet of roses gets delivered. There's been no sign of Tomas since he broke into her house months ago, so she thinks the flowers are from Cassian until she sees the note that's attached.

"I can't wait for tomorrow night. Love, Tomas."

She drops the vase, glass and water spilling everywhere, and Cassian and Azriel rush in. They immediately take her back to the house, and Cassian tells her she's not leaving again until they find Tomas. Nesta is furious, the performance is tomorrow, she can't just quit.

"Maybe we should let her dance, Cassian. I mean, if she's there, he will be too. It'd be easier to catch him that way."

"No! There's no way in hell we're using her as bait!"

"I agree with Azriel. I made a commitment to the company-"

"And I made a commitment to keep you safe!"

"I have dedicated my life to dancing, Cassian! I refuse to sacrifice that because of him!

"If you go on that stage tomorrow, you'll be risking your life!"

"And if I don't, I'll be risking my career! My passion!"

"I'd much rather my girlfriend lose her career than her life!"

Nesta stares at him for a moment, stunned that he called her his girlfriend, and then her eyes go cold.

"Let me make something perfectly clear to you, Cassian. I am not your girlfriend. I'm fucking you, I'm not with you. You can't tell me what to do!"

The next night, Nesta takes the stage, and Cassian and Azriel watch from the wings. Nesta hasn't spoken a word to Cassian since the previous night, and he's upset but also can't take his eyes off her. He's completely mesmerized by her. After the performance, Azriel goes to check the perimeter again and give Cassian a chance to talk to Nesta alone, but when Nesta sees him, she turns in the other direction and finds Gwyn and Emerie waiting for her with flowers.

Cassian decides to give her a moment alone with her friends, but Nesta uses that as an opportunity to sneak away. The girls celebrate by stopping by a late night cafe, buying all the cakes and pastries they can carry and driving a few hours away to Emerie's cabin for the weekend.

Cassian and Azriel are losing their minds trying to figure out where Nesta went, but then Cassian gets a text from a blocked number that shows a picture of Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie gagged and bound.

"If you really cared about her like I do, you never would have let her out of your sight."

Tomas followed the girls to Emerie's cabin and is now holding them hostage.

"I wanted to sweep you off your feet directly after your performance, but those two guard dogs got in the way. It all worked out, though, just as I knew it would. We were always meant to be together, Nesta."

Nesta starts cussing him out as best she can with the gag still in place. And Tomas starts laughing.

"Now don't start that up, Nesta. You'll give your friends the wrong impression of us."

He leans down and removes the gag long enough to kiss her, and she bits his lip so bad he starts bleeding. Tomas, completely unconcerned, makes a comment about how he's always loved her fire. Then says he has to go into town for a bit for extra supplies since he didn't plan on he and Nesta entertaining guests so soon.

As soon as he's gone, Gwyn jumps up, free of her restraints. This entire time, she's been slowly working herself free with a knife she always has on hand, and she immediately cuts the other girls loose.

"We have to get out of here."

"How? He took the car and our phones."

"We could walk to the town, but it's two hours away by car and even longer on foot. He'd probably find us before we got anywhere safe."

"My family's owned this cabin my entire life, I feel comfortable enough in the woods that I think we could hide out there for a while."

"OK. The woods, then. We'll be safe there until Cassian can find us."

The girls hide out in the forest for a day or two. In that time, Tomas started hunting them, and Cassian and Azriel have tracked the location from the blocked number so they show up and also take to the woods.

Gwyn hurts her leg, and Tomas is nearby.

"Oh, Nesta! Come on out, sweetheart! You know we're supposed to be together, so stop fighting it!

Nesta realizes they won't get away before he finds them, so she urges Emerie and Gwyn to go without her.

"We're not leaving you alone! That guy's psycho!"

Nesta continues to push them to leave, saying Gwyn needs a doctor and that as long as she's with them, Tomas won't stop.

"It's me he wants. You two go, get to safety. Find Cassian. I'll hold him off in the meantime."

They agree, and Gwyn hands Nesta her small knife before she and Emerie shuffle off into the trees.

Nesta waits in a nearby clearing, knife in hand, waiting for Tomas to show himself.

"I found you."

Meanwhile, Emerie and Gwyn are rushing back to the cabin as fast as they can and run into Azriel and Cassian. They explain where Nesta is in the woods and that Tomas wasn't far behind. Cassian bolts into the trees, and Azriel checks on the girls.

"...it doesn't seem like the bone is broken."

"Great! Now let's go help Nesta."

"You can barely walk."

"You and Emerie will help me. Besides, I don't need a working leg in order to punch that creep right in his creepy face!"

Cassian is running through the trees like his life depends on it, while Nesta stares down Tomas, who is circling around her like a hunting predator.

"If you touch me, I'll castrate you and shove your pathetic excuse for a dick down your throat."

"Oh, Nesta, always teasing. You know you won't do anything to me, sweetheart, you love me too much."

"I don't love you, Tomas. I never did, and I never will!"

Tomas hesitates, his eyes, previously filled with deranged affection, flash with deadly rage.

"And who do you love Nesta? That pathetic guard dog you've been screwing?"

He takes a step towards her, and she raises the knife.

"Take another step, and I will kill you."

Tomas laughs mockingly, "Do you really think that you, a sweet little ballerina, can actually hurt me?"

"Yes. Because my boyfriend taught me well."

Nesta lunges forward and stabs Tomas in the stomach right as Cassian comes bursting through the trees and screams her name.

They run to each other

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, but Emerie and Gwyn are-"

"We're right here!"

Gwyn comes through the trees a moment later being supported on each side by Azriel and Emerie.

"What are you doing? I told you to run."

"We did run. And then we came back."

Nesta wraps her arms around herself, the shock and stress of everything finally getting to her. Cassian puts an arm around her, drawing her close, and suggests they head back to the cabin. Once their there, the girls shower, eat, and rest, then Azriel drives Gwyn into town to see a doctor. Once they return to the cabin, an ambulance is called for Tomas.

Tomas is sent to the hospital under police supervision, but it's very unlikely he'll survive considering his stab wound was left unattended for a few hours and may be infected due to someone, Emerie and Gwyn, poking it repeatedly with muddy sticks.

Azriel, Emerie, and Gwyn are asleep, but Cassian and Nesta have stayed up and are talking in front of the fire.

"You were incredibly brave today, Nesta. I'm just sorry he ever got that close to you."

"It's not your fault, Cassian. You tried to keep me home, and I wouldn't listen. Then, at the show, I snuck away and-"

"It's not your fault either. No one is to blame but him, and he's never going to bother you ever again. You made sure of that."

"Thank you, by the way, for teaching me how to wield a knife."

"You're welcome.... So, your boyfriend taught you well?"

"Shut up, Cass."

"Make me, Nes."

They kiss.

As always, if anyone wants to use this as a prompt, please feel free. I don't have the talent to write out an actual fic.

#acotar #nesta and cassian #nesta archeron #Cassian #nessian #nessian au #fic prompt

[anghraine]

kei-yuki replied to this post:

Do you think this can be related with his reaction to Aragorn / Thorongil?

Oh, for sure. Denethor was never going to, uh, appreciate Aragorn's plans to displace him, but I think it might be all the more bitter because Aragorn would be the first person he's ever met who is really like him or could get what it's like, but the circumstances make him a threat and Ecthelion's preference makes him more of one.

I mean, of course Aragorn is even "stranger" than the Stewards but... His "royalty", his charisma, the fact that he was rised by Elves... I don't know but perhaps he learned to navigate all these weird Numenorean gifts in a right way when others can only learn by trial an error.

I don't 100% agree that Aragorn is stranger than they are as a rule. He has a capacity for an even more remote strangeness—on the level of a Valinorean Noldo iirc—but he can also pass himself off as a normal guy in a way I don't think they can. Even when he's not concealing his identity, he tends to blend in with the norms of the people around him, and he doesn't generally use his most 'eldritch' abilities or his force of will as obtrusively as Denethor and Faramir do, except in very critical situations.

Denethor and Faramir are neither as strange as Aragorn can be nor as normal as Aragorn can be—just about any time they show up, we discover some new weird thing about them or they say something that's just kind of bizarre. They can exercise their wills to do especially remarkable things, or they can dial it down to their sort of baseline, but they don't seem to have the off switch that Aragorn does.

But I think that actually fits really well with the idea that they and especially Denethor have had to figure out a lot on their own. Aragorn was raised and educated by the immortal twin of the person responsible for all of their abilities. Elrond knew what was coming and I'm sure prepared Aragorn as well as anyone could have. Then Aragorn spent years as a Ranger and hunter, he lived among lots of different people under different identities, he had to be able to come across as a normal (if tall!) guy. So it makes a lot of sense to me that he would have both more capacity to conceal his abilities and his basic strangeness, and more inclination to do so.

(I think it's also possible that Aragorn's abilities overlap heavily with Denethor's but are not quite identical. Denethor, of course, can't heal, and whatever Aragorn's mental powers, he didn't manage to conceal his true identity from Denethor. So maybe that's also at play in how thoroughly unimpressed Denethor is by Thorongil.)

#his dynamic with faramir is obviously also complex and messy but despite everything #denethor entrusts faramir with a wide range of critical tasks in the defense of gondor—he values him pragmatically #as well as loving him in a complex messy way #despite the two of them butting heads when it comes to particulars #neither of which are true wrt aragorn #idk as difficult as the relationship with faramir is #there's been someone Like Him in his life for 36 years and while that's painful in its own way—he wasn't alone in it #so faramir's death would be incredibly isolating in yet another way #like. this is not needed to explain his devastation or him finally snapping under the pressure #but it does layer on the awfulness #kei yuki #respuestas #legendarium blogging #húrinionath #aragorn #denethor #long post #anghraine's headcanon #faramir

[nicolos]

i understand that certain people in this fandom have grown extremely brave, and that this whole event is the result of that, nevermind individual works in the event, which have made it impossible for me, at least, to go into the tag for long since the start of october - however, this, the work in the tag today, is just the absolute fucking depth of depravity.

for one: having been here for over 2 yrs now, i am familiar in some way with the way this fandom has operated, and i know that works like these are in some way almost engineered out of spite, like saying "look what i can do and you can't stop me." i am sorry to anybody that feels this is an appropriate response - it's not. it's... i hope you understand that this is not [just] angering, it's horrifying and frightening, the fact that people would bring in such a level of awfulness, this degree of it, for the sake of shocking people or spite.

to those of you who have been a part of this event and are trying to be "mild" or "normal" about it - this is the company you're in. this is what the people you are willingly associating yourself with, apparently, are doing. this is what they're creating! even if you haven't had reason to so far, please really, really think about who and what you're aligning yourself with. what it is you claim is alright or acceptable or even remotely appropriate. what you're saying about yourself by being friends with these people!

and it's not about optics or friendship or sides - if you think this is about "position" at this point, or even about the dramatic and god-awful history of this fandom, i would urge you to reconsider that not from the perspective of what's happened before, but purely from the content being created and what it reflects.

please consider what these people believe - not about fanfiction, not about artistic representation, but about characters like joe, and by extension, about real people. to anticipate the argument that these are fictional characters and that fiction isn't reality - even if that was true, your readers are real. the people looking for fic in the tags are real. the harm you cause to those people is very real

please have just a moment of thinking what it means that even one (1) person was brave enough to post something like this in the tags in this event, and what it says about how they think of this character - one of the only brown muslim mlm in all of media to be in a happy and loving long-term relationship

to those of you that have had even a moment's pause when seeing this in the tags or in some server or anywhere: please, please think about it seriously and honestly and consider why that is, and why other people haven't had that pause.

if this has been explained to you at any level, told that this is to draw out those who are trying to censor or police fanfiction and creativity, consider why that might be when clearly, any attempt that has been made has been in vain if such fic exists. and maybe have a think about why this degree of violence is considered appropriate as a way to spite naysayers - and if it should be, and if you agree with that. and what it says about those explaining it to you that they are willing to accept or offer those explanations.

#the old guard fandom #tog fandom #tog discourse #// throwing myself into the lions den huh. but i just cannot take it anymore #// i am at my limit i crossed it sometime in the first week of october

[unethicalmorals]

After chapter 22 I've been thinking of Domestic au Pink

He definitely wouldn't be as awful as he is in tsitd or leitd but he's still definitely. Something. That should probably visit a psychiatrist.

Also Pink teasing Bishop for his crush on Lucky introduces the possibility of Pink world's worst wingman AKDJ

I do think in domestic au Lucky would've caught feelings first (he lowkey stalked Bishop like- why do you know this man's schedule Lucky🤨🤨🤨 why do you know his favorite hang out spots he didn't tell you that🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 why do you know which apartment window is his🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 Lucky tries to excuse himself so bad- "Well you're bound to notice these things when jumping across buildings all day!!" Robin just goes "uh huh. Sure" all Lucky can do is go >:( at her) but he was at least a bit more subtle about his feelings (not applicable to Robin, Max, and Captain 1.0, who clocked him immediately) Bishop on the other hand- is so fucking obvious about how he feels and Pink is the FIRST person to point it out to him. Pink was ON HIS ASS the moment he noticed Bishop's eyes linger on Lucky a lil longer than what would be normal

Pink takes matters into his own hands once things aren't moving fast enough- he needs to support his bestie‼️‼️‼️‼️ (Bishop does not agree with the bestie statement, he does not HATE him in domestic au but Pink Freaks him out more than he'd like to admit) what better way to get them to confess than to lock them in small rooms together‼️‼️‼️ Trip Lucky so he falls into Bishop's arms‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Pour water on Bishop when he's wearing a white shirt so Lucky can get a glimpse of what he COULD have underneath‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ This plan will work efficiently he knows it‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

The worst thing I think Pink would do is just straight up send Bishop porn of actors who look like Lucky- Bishop will literally just be minding his buisness scrolling through.... whatever social media is relevant in the 2500's and he'll get a text from Pink that's like "Hey! Check this out!" And he opens the link and it's just "TINY BRUNETTE TWINK GETS RAWED UNTIL HE'S GAPING" and Bishop almost throws his phone across the room, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK MAN

Bishop literally just screams at Pink the next day because what the fuck is his Problem. Do not fucking send shit like that to him. And Pinks like oh okay 😃👍🏽

And then the next day Pink sends him videos of people who look like Lucky AND Bishop and Bishop just. 👀 he had a very normal reaction to seeing someone who looks similar to him Pound someone who looks like Lucky into a mattress. He had a very normal reaction to someone who looks eerily similar to Lucky lock someone who looks eerily similar to himself into a mating press and cream pie them. He had a very normal reaction-

(Pink does point out.... Bishop COULD block his number at any point..... and yet.... he doesn't :3c)

Pink also starts doing the same to Lucky at some point but instead of just straight up porn he fucking scrounged his way through Male Whimpering audios on YouTube and sent Lucky and video that sounded even remotely similar to Bishop. Lucky is nowhere near as confrontational as Bishop but he did see Pink the next day and go "Hey. What. What the fuck😃" anyways uhm don't look through Lucky's private YouTube playlist 😁😁😁😁 there is nothing suspicious in there at all👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽 Lucky does NOT listen to the audios and fantasize about what he could do to Bishop to make him whine like that. He DEFINITELY did not start looking for porn of people that look like Bishop and Pink DEFINITELY did not supply him with any of that (what Bishop doesn't know can't possibly hurt him right????? Yeah...... it's fine- definitely-)

Pink cannot help but have the most evil smug expression when he sees Lucky and Bishop walk into the coffee shop hand in hand one day, and his plan worked. He's a genius. Honestly, he should do this more often. This was an excellent experiment. Pink is so cool and smart UGH, he should try this with Captain (good luck trying to find porn actors that look similar to you Pink)

Anyways on a different note I like to think Bishop is just so fucking cringe about his crush on Lucky. He's not AS protective of him in domestic au but he absolutely has dumb knight in shining armor fantasies about him its so dumb Bishop is so dumb. He finds out about Lucky's parkour stunts and he's immediately in his head like OUGH. WHAT IF LUCKY FALLS FROM A BUILDING ONE DAY, BUT I'M THERE TO CATCH HIM IN MY ARMS AND I, HUSKILY, ASK HIM IF HE'S OKAY AND LUCKY SLOWLY NODS WITH HOODED EYES AND AS A REWARD WE MAKEOUT UGH. And then he like. Actually thinks about it for a bit and he's like hm. That's kinda cringe actually I'm not gonna think about that what is wrong with me-

Wrench fucking hates that he can tell whenever Bishop is having his savior fantasies because he'll look over from the counter while at work and will see Bishop sipping his coffee with the DUMBEST MOST DOPEY-ASS LOOK ON HIS FACE and then he will shake his head to snap himself out of it and bury his face in his arms out of embarrassment, as if there was someone in the coffee shop reading his mind in that moment. Wrench wants to fucking punch him stop being CRINGE in his DAMN SHOP. LEAVE. IF HE WANTS TO SUCK FACE WITH LUCKY SO BAD DO IT‼️‼️‼️ DONT SUBJECT HIM TO HIS STUPID FACE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ FUCK HE ALREADY HAS TO DEAL WITH PINK'S CAPTAIN FANTASIES HE'S NOT DEALING WITH BISHOPS AS WELL‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ LOOK THERE'S LUCKY HE'S HEADING TO THE PARK SO HE CAN SIT IN HIS FAVORITE TREE GO FOLLOW HIM YOU PIECE OF SHIT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ RAAAAAAAAAH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(Wrench has built up a habit of throwing cups at Bishop whenever he sees him fuckin fantasizing in the corner, he has had ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!)

Anyways :3333 I like to think Lucky is roommates with Robin, Max, and Captain 1.0 in domestic au- its easier to pay rent with 4 people!!!!! (Lucky cannot fucking have Bishop over ever they will tease him to no end the moment Bishop leaves)(Robin cannot have Wrench over either they will also bully her the moment Wrench leaves but this time it's more like. Why are you with him he sucks)

I like the thought of Wrench and Lucky just having unexplainable beef in domestic au too. Do not let them be in a room alone together they will tear each other apart. Don't even let Lucky look at Wrench because his first immediate instinct is to grab the nearest object and throw it at Wrench as hard as he can (objects have included, a large rock, his own coffee, a tea pot, an actual fucking Squirrel, a cooked fish, a fucking snake-) Lucky wants to hunt Wrench for sport so bad..... he wants to GET him so bad it's unreal and nobody knows why outside of Wrench is kinda annoying sometimes

Lucky being literally the nicest little guy ever (with little shit tendencies) until Wrench gets involved and he's like "I need to fucking attack this guy RIGHT NOW I need to beat him up I need to stuff him into a meat grinder kill him now" (Rabbit is fully on board, she helps Lucky bully Wrench its how they bond)

-Watcher

DOMESTIC AU PINK!! YEAHYEAHYEAH

(The only place where he's somewhat,,, normal and,,,,,, okay-ish,,)

I want to study Pink, he's so silly, what a funny guy :)

Watcher,, your mind is ginormous-- holy fuk!!

Pink being the worst wingman ever,, LIVING FOR THIS (and in the end Bishky still get together 🤭🤭 Pink is such a GREAT guy!!)

YESYESYES Bishop is absolutely going to make himself sick worrying over Lucky so much! He's gotta make himself feel better by making up little fantasies where he saves the day! 😌💚🧡

I would say poor Wrench but he doesn't really deserve it huh? 🤔 Having Pink chatting non-stop in his ear about Captain while watching Bishop fantasize over Lucky all day is the least we can do as punishment for his crimes in other AUs !!! 😊

YES!!! Roommates!! 🥺🥺 (Poor Lucky, can't bring Bishop over,, guess he's gotta either sneak him in or crawl on over to Bishop's place!! ^^) ((Robin puts up with so much,,, honestly 😔))

Okay,, I know you said domestic au for the Wrench & Lucky beef, HOWEVER ☝☝☝ consider the following 👇👇

(ft. a lovely movie from our magma canvas~!)

#ask #watcher #tsitd #domestic au #hybrid au #oc:Robin #oc:Wrench #oc:Lucky #oc:Bishop

[lindszeppelin]

I am so so about Vanessa but it annoys me when they down play the love he had for Vanessa to up lift Kaia. He may not wanted to marry her, but I am sure that man loved her. It just wasn't meant to be. People forget how young they were. I am not a fan of Kaia either but I hate pinning women against each other. They doing the most over a girl (Kaia) who don't even know who they are. Not one of them has any room to be coming for others who do not agree with this relationship. This goes further than just Vanessa too, any woman who shares the same breathing space as Austin and he looks remotely happy they got something to say about it. This relationship wouldn't be as annoying if it wasn't for them. I can handle the daily mail post and pap walk photos but these shippers make everything this man does about Kaia. Like he wakes up every morning and has a to-do list and it's all about her and her only. I really hope we do not have to deal with her for much longer. Two years too long. I also can't wait until he finds his queen so they can see what a man in love actually looks like.

people forget also that some people's end goal in a relationship isn't always marriage. you can be with someone and never get married. there are a lot of couples that do this and that works for them. not every single couple HAS to get married. i think it's smart what austin is doing. he's waiting for the right woman to contemplate settling down with. this isn't the 1940s when people got married at 19 or 21. that's not normal, and a lot of people are also marrying later in life. they just wanna project onto them and also be smug about it is all. but this is a man's future and his life we're talking about. he's not gonna play around especially when he comes from divorced parents. that can fuck up a kid's life when it comes to viewing relationships. clearly austin is just coasting until he finds the right person.

#lindsay's anon asks

[borathae]

Sibi, I know this is not your are of expertise but this is the safest place I feel like I can ask this question in... Anyone reading this too if you wanna express your thoughts please do. ..

I'm seeing this guy for a while now, I really really like him, he makes me feel super super super safe and warm. I've never felt safe with a man, even my father ... He's so gentle and soft it scares me sometimes because all I've known is men being too rough (emotionally) with me, he speaks my love languages and is genuinely into me. I'm falling for him hard, we haven't had sex yet since we're both inexperienced in that department but we've fooled around a lot. Okay, so here it comes, he's not particularly gifted down there, in terms.of size, he's also a little shorter than me but I'm so over that since he's the perfect little spoon and, although I would never ever make him self aware like that I'm sure he is, and it's part of the reason he's postponing sex. My guard is so down with him sexually, I'm fully letting my body enjoy someone's touch finally. Because I know he's a softie I even let him be a little bit degrading or edge me sometimes which i never ever did or imagined doing. But because he's so precious I let him have his fun and it makes me feel good honestly. He listens to my body and if I have something to say and manages to make me cum on his tongue or hands. I enjoy it so much that sometimes I don't even think about coming but get excited about our naked bodies touching. But I'm scared sibi, I'm scared to have penetrative sex with him and it being not enough... I'm scared that ta first it wouldn't be a problem but then it would start bothering me... I could never address this to him because I know it would break him. He likes being praised a lot and anything remotely mean or demeaning or even 1 percent degrading makes him super sad. Seeing him sad would break my heart. I don't know what to do, I wanna be the awesome girl who's like who cares about penis size but also what if my body just won't enjoy penetrative sex with him and I'll grow disatisfied and start wondering what it would be like with someone else. I know this is very selfish but I'm a human being who's not perfect, i can't help my feelings. I wish I wasn't scared. My friend says this is me self sabotaging and looking for an excuse to leave like i always do.

I would never ever by any means break up with him because of size. But I'm just so scared and I can see him insecure about it. He gets so happy when I praise how it looks because it's honestly sexy despite everything. I don't know I'm very confused. Are these feelings normal? Am I an asshole? Am I superficial? Please tell me if I am, don't sugarcoat it...

My answer is under the cut

I think that it's already really great of you to question whether or not your thoughts are mean or not, it means that you want to be the best partner you can be to your boy (who btw sounds like an absolute sweetheart). And I also understand your worries, it's normal to worry as long as you don't let your worries dictate your whole life 💜

But I have to be honest with you, I have to agree with your friends. Obviously I don't know you personally and I have no idea how you are in your day to day life, but I see no issue with him being smaller than average, but if you keep telling yourself that it is an issue, then this could turn into self-sabotaging because you start to believe it and that will end in you making an issue out of something that should have never really been an issue in the first place, yk?

The entire hype with big dicks is as overrated as the hype with tight pussys jsjsjjs like my dudes life's so much more than big Ds and tight Vs hahahha. And I think that sex is so much more than just getting a dick stuck into your vagina hahahah. The connection & intimacy, the tension before everything starts, the making out, the foreplay, all those other different sexual practices like oral, anal, hand stuff, kinks & fetishes. It's so layered and can be so much fun.

But if we're really talking penetration. Maybe I'm a huge romantic here fdjfajds but I think penetrative sex is as awesome as it is because you can be connected with the person you love. Like you can't get any closer than when he is inside you and you are around him liKE OMFG THE CONNECTION AAAHF MFADMF

And how should I put it? Maybe I was only with guys with weak stroke game jfsjd, but I rarely got satisfied with only penetrative sex. And from what you described, he is already doing a hell lot more than my ex partners did sjjss. Like omfg he is paying attention to you and he's being all loving and gentle and he makes you cum like omfg you are already really lucky and he clearly wants you to be satisfied with or without penetration and that already makes him a 10/10 man.

I would say that if you guys both want to have that first time together, do it! I bet it will be so much better than how you think it will be. You can only fairly judge a situation after you have lived it and for as long as you haven't experienced penetration with him, you can't judge it. All you base your judgement on right now is your imagination, not reality and your imagination more often than not likes to conjure the worst case scenarios first than actual reality.

And if the worst case scenario actually happens, then you should be honest with him. It sounds fucking awful, but if you really put so much importance on a guy's dick size then I am sure that there are other guys out there with the right size for you and your boy has the chance to find someone who doesn't care about how big he is but enjoys him for the way he is. It sounds awful but that way you can both find someone who is right for you without dragging each other along.

And I mean? There are cock sleeves out there that add a few inches? If you want to bring this up to him, that is an option as well. They are a good way to give both of you pleasure and you can even get sleeves with a funky texture for added fun. Or you could spice it up from time to time and let him fuck you with a dildo in your preferred size every now and then. So those could be options as well.

I personally think however that he sounds like a cutie who is already doing A LOT to make you happy and satisfied! I wish you the best anonie and hope that you guys continue to have fun in and out of the bedroom 💜

Also if you guys want to give advice feel free to leave it in the comments!

#asks #anon

[tabbbywright]

Having a rare moment where I can string multiple thoughts together and those thoughts are about: Utena.

I have to say, as someone who picked up Utena because I heard it was Lesbians, and who loves it in part because the WLW content speaks to me, A Lesbian... Sometimes I am bothered by the fact that Utena is so often boiled down to being A Lesbian Media.

Like for one, that's not the entire show, but more importantly: people are bizarrely shitty about takes that go against the idea that Utena is A Lesbian Media. Like there's this weird idea that lesbians own this because of some Ikuhara interview from 20 years ago and I'm like ??????????? what the fuck are you on about??

So in this post: Tabby has various complaints about various takes and attitudes she's seen over the years with regards to this. Prepare for this to be a bit disjointed.

Honestly, I think people being weirdly possessive is more of a recent thing but my sense of time is bad.

tfw ppl are bizarrely invested in the label a cartoon character would use for her sexual orientation

So first and foremost: Utena is a cartoon character who never explicitly states her sexual orientation and Ikuhara saying that he wanted to portray Anthy and Utena as having something "like a lesbian relationship" in a translated interview does not mean Utena is a lesbian and cannot be interpreted in any other way.

It boggles my mind that people have gotten so weird about this? Like if you say you read Utena as being bi or w/e, you're Wrong and Why Won't You Let The Lesbians Have This. Like, I literally saw these takes when the Empty Movement twitter said something in this vein, and got QRT'd to hell and back by a bunch of people INSISTING that it is INCORRECT to read Utena, a cartoon character with no canonly stated sexuality, as anything other than a lesbian.

It is ABSURD that people behaved this way. It's absurd that people cite that Ikuhara interview as gospel. It is PARTICULARLY absurd that people will post shit like "WHY CAN'T YOU LET THE LESBIANS HAVE OUR LESBIAN REP" like ??????? what in the fuck are you ON about. You can interpret Utena as being a lesbian all you want, and I can still read Utena as being bi. I can read Utena as being bi, and you can still read her as being gay. In typing this, I have not taken Utena away from anyone--how COULD I? Even if I know a bunch of people who read her as bi, how does that STOP you from reading her as being gay???

It doesn't!

See normally if you're not a ridiculous person, if someone has an interpretation that contradicts yours for a story, even if you don't agree... you just go "oh ok" and idk get over it? If there's anything to get over in the first place? If someone says to ME "Personally, I read Utena as being a lesbian." my whole ass response is "Oh that's fair."

But because Utena has become A Lesbian Media, apparently a non zero number of people find "I interpret Utena as being bisexual" to be a Crime Against Lesbians or some shit??

On the topic of Ruka Tsuchiya

CW: talking about the concept of corrective rape, etc

So before I get into this, I'd like to reiterate that my interpretation of this show does not negate YOUR interpretation of this show. Like, I can think you are wrong and you can think I'm wrong, right? Right.

So something I've seen occasionally is the idea that Ruka kissing Jury was... an attempt at making her NOT a lesbian? That his actions were in the vein of corrective rape? And honestly this is the (second) most mind boggling thing I've ever heard??????

I legitimately do not understand how people land on this outside of the fact that he is a dude forcing a kiss on a woman who is in love with another woman. Like yes, that was bad, no shit... but to assume that the intention behind the kiss was to make her STRAIGHT is ascribing a lot of intent to his actions that is simply not there? Like, I've watched this show three times and have yet to spot the part that even remotely suggests that he thinks it's bad that she's in love with a woman vs his problem being with Shiori.

In the scene where Ruka kisses Jury, he's trying to get under her skin, and IMO he is PRIMARILY operating with the mindset of "Jury, I know you're in love with Shiori, but you shouldn't be. She sucks! She really sucks! She is manipulative and a liar and you should really get over her."

And listen: I LOVE Shiori. She's a great character! But I love her in part because she can be quite terrible! If a friend of mine was clearly in love with someone who was CLEARLY TOXIC AS HELL I would not kiss them but I WOULD be like "hey uh you know your crush sucks right?"

So when I see this take that says "Ruka assaulted Jury because he wants her to not be a LESBIAN" I can only assume that people landed on this conclusion because to them, Jury Being A Lesbian is THAT ingrained into the show for them, because this is a Show About Lesbians or something.

But a kiss in itself is simply an action. Alone, it doesn't have any specific meaning. People kiss because of attraction, sure, but sometimes it's an impulse. Sometimes a kiss says "I love you" and sometimes it just means "I like you enough to put my mouth on yours."

When Ruka kisses Jury, I don't think he's doing it because he wants her to be straight. Hell, I think he does have a crush on her but I don't think his intent is "make my crush straight, for me or otherwise," I think he does it because it'll let him get close enough to her to steal the locket AND piss her off. It is a shitty thing to do, duh, but to say his intent was akin to corrective rape is ascribing an intent to his actions that is simply not there!

Why are you so mad about this

I'm mad because Utena is one of my favorite shows IN PART because it is a story with a lot of room for interpretation, and when people boil it down to just being About Lesbians, you're ignoring like 40% of the show, and oversimplifying a lot of it! Like the Ruka thing only makes sense if you operate under the assumption that Ruka thinks Jury is a lesbian and like... does he? Or does he just know that she's in love with a woman? You can be in love with a woman and not be a lesbian!

Utena is an incredible show that yes, is PRIMARILY about a queer woman and her relationship with another queer woman but there is more to it. There is more to it, and it is not a show that The Lesbians own just because you can interpret Utena as being a lesbian.

If anyone actually read this: ty for ur time while I hopped on my soapbox.

#rambling #utena