#milennial problems

[davnittbraes]

Rewatching The Land Before Time and shout out to my fellow elder millennials because this shit is traumatizing as fuck and it was an integral part of our childhood.

#I dare you to watch this scene without tearing up #the land before time #littlefoot my heart #milennial problems

[megandrawsathing]

I… I mean, it’s not wrong???

#milennial problems

[tragedyinblue]

Whumpee, soaked to the skin and terrified of heights, adjusts the tv antenna on the roof of Whumper’s two-story house during a thunderstorm after the signal fuzzed to static. Whumper sits comfortably inside with the window open, randomly calling out whether the picture is getting better or worse. They’re having far too much fun to tell Whumpee the tv’s been off for an hour.

#whump things #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump scenario #it’s storming outside and my imagination’s running wild #tv problems only milennials remember

[supbreh]

It just makes me so sad man. I was napping for literally 45 minutes while I waited for him to get home, and my phone was on silent. He lost his keys, I didn't know. He was calling me and got wet and I didn't answer so he finally comes to the back door to our room and starts banging and screaming, saying the most horrible things to me.

" I'm not paying for this shit anymore, why do I even pay for a phone? Fuck this". *(I put it on MY CC THIS MONTH).

"probably taking your third nap of the day"

*(I had been cleaning and doing HIS laundry all day in fact)

He just kept ranting and raving, and I went into such a spiral I had to go walk outside in the freezing pouring LA rain for almost an hour. By the time I got back I was soaking wet, and all he could think to say to me was "how was the rain?".

I said "wet". I took a shower, but I still don't feel much better. I smoked a bowl and packed him a bowl, because I'm fucking sick in the head. We're moving into the realm of me paying for more than half the stuff -(I pay rent, groceries, vape stuff, cleaning supplies, personal hygiene supplies. He pays for the phone and car, other than this month I also payed for the phone. Mind you he only has to pay so much for the car because he rents a Tesla through Uber. He doesn't want a traditional job, and can't get a high paying job because hes been prolonging the bankruptcy. He is going bankrupt because he took out too many loans during the pandemic to fuck around with his stocks)- and I just literally fuck myself. He doesn't touch me anymore, has barely touched me in 5 years.

If I'm going to fuck myself and pay for all the shit AND get disrespected I might as well make an Only Fans and make as much money as possible and maybe feel ok about myself again. But I don't think people want to see my tits. But maybe they do and just don't know it yet. Maybe I'll just fuck myself while smoking a bong and get payed. I do it already, just alone 🙃.

I'm just so sad, and I this is the last year of my 20's and God DAMNIT I'm taking myself back, because if I don't I'm going to fucking end it. My ED is starting to get bad again.

#journal #thoughts #relationship problems #narcissisticgaslighting #weed #milennial #+18 or +adult only #eating disoder trigger warning #mental illness #actually bpd

[ofmermaidstories]

Will it ever end tho, or will Hori just keep pulling more story out of his butt to prolong the ending

It will!!! When is up in the air, lmao. Depending on his health and the breaks he takes, I could see My Hero ending this year tbh. But also—Horikoshi has seemed ready to finish the series for a while, now. 🥺 If anything I think the thing we gotta worry about, as a fandom, is him rushing things. 💀 Which is why I’m so leery when people trot out the “emotional resolution” thing as a reason for the series going on longer—I do consider it one of his weaknesses with his storytelling, outside of the fights, so I think he could very easily sacrifice that kind of satisfaction to get to the “and they were ALL heroes, the end :)” ending.

I sound like I’m hating on him, I’m not. 😭 I love what he’s done and ultimately how he’s telling his story—and I will be a wreck when the manga comes to a close LMAO. When we get that “we’re the greatest heroes :)” ending. 🥹 But he’s also the artist of like, one of the few remaining long-haul series left in Jump. 🥺 Like, god, what else is there? Kishimoto, maybe, with Boruto? Is that a thing? I’m not a Naruto reader so I’ve never paid attention. 😩🙏🏽 Oda with One Piece? Maybe technically Togashi’s Hunter x Hunter? And then Horikoshi, with My Hero Academia. 🥺 Plus there’s a generational difference—all those other artists are what, Gen Xers and older? Whereas Hori is a Milennial, and one of the last so far to have as many chapters. The only other one I can think of hitting the same stride was like, Furudate with Haikyu!! That long-form storytelling takes its toll!! Mangaka break their BACKS with their series, the weekly demand with shonen is insane, and we lose so many artists to health problems they shouldn’t be having!!!!! 🥺 in a dream world Hori would take like, idk, a six month break and then come back and wrap up My Hero however he wanted to, however long that takes, but I think the relentless demands of being such a heavy hitter for Jump will mean he will be keen to finish it as soon as possible. Whether he will is up for debate, but if the series wrapped up by the end of the year or sooner, I would not be surprised nor resent it. 🥺

#ofmermaidstories-asks #my hero the landmark that u are 🙏🏽

[9leaguesofmirrors]

Set Lists (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

This is purely self-indulgent. Nobody asked for a Band!AU, but I love the idea of Drummer!Lisgoe, so we have a band AU!

If you wanna know the name of the song the band is playing, it's Jobseeker by Sealford Mods because the song slaps and I like irony

CONTENT WARNINGS: Smoking and car makeout sessions because that's the life of a rocker innit?

If there was one thing Ross hated about the bar he went to, it was the Open Mic that happened every Thursday night

It had gotten to the point where he was playing mental bingo just to keep his sanity:

"Open Mic Thursdays" set list

A girl screeching her way through My Heart Will Go On

A group of drunk milennials singing ABBA

Some guy with a guitar (bonus points if he plays Wonderwall)

A wannabe rock band

A couple that thinks they’re in a Disney movie

The theatre kid

The one that can actually sing and wants to make it everyone’s problem

The try-hard crooner

So far, he’d managed to tick off almost everything (tonight they had a couple that was particularly gushy and it almost made Ross want to hurl his guts up), and now he was scanning the room for those rock wannabes. It was slightly shameful, the child-like excitement this game gave him, but it was keeping his morale up. And after the day he had at work, it was the least he deserved

And right on cue...

He watched as a group of black-clad 30-somethings took the stage to set up. Surely there’s an age cap on when it’s acceptable to still be in a band was Ross’ immediate thought before turning to his whiskey

Ross could hear a voice through the microphone, but he wasn’t paying too much attention. It wasn’t until the sound of heavy guitar filled the air that he could no longer focus on just his drink due to the sheer noise of it. The joys of live music. Always a racket

What it did mean, however, was that Ross was finally able to see what exactly a bunch of washed-up rockers looked like

"Weird Rock Band" set list

The singer: A slightly weedy guy with shoulder-length hair and glasses who, in all honesty, stuck out like a sad little thumb

The guitarist: Girl in a black bomber jacket and some sort of weird, messy updo; she looked like she’d jumped straight out of an 80s music video

The bassist: Another girl. Undercut, lace button-down and a silver chain. Looked a lot like the drummer, speaking of which...

The drummer: Who was now slamming his drumsticks down on the instrument like it had done something to personally wrong him

If Ross had to pick, and he only ever would if he had a gun to his head, he’d say the drummer was perhaps the most convincing rocker. He certainly had the jewellery, and he had that look of intense anger that was very prevalent in the scene. Ross was slightly ashamed that he could recognise it

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, this band was one of the better ones. Not that it meant much, considering the last time a band performed it ended with the guitarist grabbing a drumstick and volleying it at someone in the back of the pub

In particular, something about the drummer caught Ross’ eye. He’d never seen someone give it the way he did. Despite there being four people on that stage, the drummer was the one clearly pulling focus. And it wasn’t the usual desperate pandering, he was just present in the moment. Ross was slightly concerned that he was going to put a stick through a drum, but at least he was interesting to watch

Well, he wasn’t sure about the rest of the audience, but he was intrigued

The song reached its end and recieved a generally warm atmosphere. Ross' eyes still found themselves on the drummer as he twirled his drumsticks around with his fingers. He'd hardly noticed the singer step forward until he started talking, much to the disappointment of Ross

“We enjoying ourselves!”

I was until you showed up

“I said are we enjoying ourselves!”

Clean out your ears

He spoke a little more, and the people watching were having a good time, but Ross only started really paying attention when he started introducing the band members

"Weird Rock Band" set list 2.0

The singer: Admittedly, even Ross didn’t catch his name. He just wished he’d shut up and finish the song

The guitarist: Ruby Louganis

The bassist: Jodie something

“And of course, last but not least,”

Jesus christ, this is dragging on

“Please give it up for our drummer-“

Can we wrap this up?

"-Mr. Joseph Lisgoe!”

... Joseph

Drummer of a rock band

And his name’s Joseph?

There wasn’t anytime to ponder this though, because the band had started up again, playing another song Ross didn't recognise. Ross went back to his drink, allowing the noise to fade into the background

The band weren’t up for too long, only about two or three songs, before they packed up and went off into the backrooms. Not emerging until a bit later, well, two of them did. The girls. Ruby and Jodie

The closer she was, Ross could really see the resemblance between Jodie and the drummer. It was strange, they looked so alike yet extremely different. Though that could’ve been due to the thick eye makeup she was wearing-

“Show’s over, cunt. Eyes on your glass.”

Damn it

“I was just wondering-“

“Bet you were.”

“Nothing like that! You just looked like your drummer, wondered if there was a genetic reason.”

Jodie gritted her teeth like she was about to launch at him, but was stopped by Ruby placing a hand on her shoulder

“We’ll take your word for it,” she said, zipping up her bomber jacket “Jodie and Joseph are twins.”

“Makes sense. How long have you been playing together?”

“We don’t.” Jodie piped up, still wary of whether she could trust Ross or not “This was just a laugh. I like guitar, he likes drums. Thought ‘fuck it, why not?’ and found out Ruby and Jezza were looking for substitutes. This is a one night only deal.”

Ross nodded and tapped his fingers against his empty glass. For some reason, his mind shifted to the drummer. He always thought twins were attached at the hip

“Does your brother not hang around then? Early night for Little Drummer Boy?”

It came out a lot more condescending than he’d intended, but it got a slight laugh from both of the girls, so at least it eased the tension

“He’s probably outside,” Jodie said “smoking it up-“

“Or having it on with someone.”

“I’ll break his fucking teeth if he is, I’m not staying after hours so he can get a quick shag!”

“And I’m not dragging you off him when the fight breaks out, so get a shot down you and ease up!”

Since Jodie and Ruby seemed to be enjoying their drinks, Ross figured he’d leave them to it. Besides, he needed some fresh air

As Ross approached the side of the pub, he noticed a figure wearing a vest top on the far end. Lanky, cigarette in hand, back against the wall. He couldn’t make out the face until he took a few steps closer

“Can I help you?” Came the figure’s voice, slightly nasal

“I can leave if you want.”

“Nah. Public place, innit?”

Ross leaned against the wall next to him, keeping a slight distance out of respect. Close enough to see the many tattoos that covered his arms, upper chest, and the one on his neck. Usually, Ross thought tattoos were either gross or a desperate attempt to appear intimidating. But he had to admit, the barbed wire that travelled up his arms, the black bird on his neck and what looked like a crack on his chest looked quite good

Obviously, by 'good', he meant objectively speaking

Once he saw the slicked-back hair and the hardened gaze, he recognised who the stranger was

“It’s Joseph, isn’t it?”

“Yup.” He threw the cigarette down and stomped it into the ground “Most people call me Lisgoe.”

“That a stage name?”

Lisgoe gave him an incredulous, amused look

“No. It’s my surname.”

“I’ve never known someone use their surname as a first name before.”

“Puts a boundary up. Helps with my job.”

Right thought Ross he’s not a musician

“I collect debts,” Lisgoe explained, as if he could read Ross’ mind “well, I mainly deal with desk stuff. But I deal with the more difficult targets. Ones that need an extra push.”

Ross thought back to his aggressive drumming and decided that he didn’t want to know how he convinced those ‘difficult targets’

“What?”

Ross snapped out of his thoughts with a soft “hm?”

“You went off somewhere, have you been drinking?”

“What? No! Well, a little, but I can hold my alcohol well. And I never get drunk.”

“Wowee!" Sneered the drummer "We're in the presence of Mother Theresa!"

"Was that necessary?"

"Yeah, I'd say it was."

After that rather snappy altercation, Ross was ready to turn right around and walk off, the only thing that stopped him was the sound of Lisgoe's voice

"You a regular then? At this bar, I mean."

"Yes?"

"No clue how, the drinks are shite and everyone that goes here is a twat."

"Like me?"

That, admittedly, came out as more of an accusation than a legitimate question, and he very nearly asked him to forget it, but that was stopped when he noticed the way Lisgoe was looking at him. As if he was taking the whole of him, really studying him. Reaching into his eyes and grasping his brain, taking it apart with a scalpel to see what was inside

In a word, it was exposing. But not in a creepy way. Ross was frozen in place. Under the watchful eye of Joseph Lisgoe, he felt both anxious and completely at ease. It was a strange feeling, not unpleasant but extremely unorthodox

It was the man's voice that broke him out of his thoughts

"Nah. Well, you seem a little stuck up."

Rude

"And you dress like a secondary school History teacher."

Rude, but annoyingly accurate

"But you're not a twat like most people are." He gestured vaguely with his cigarette "You go to bars and you see all kinds of people. The ones that try to fit in. The ones that think they're God's fucking gift because they don't fit in, the ones that are so desperate to fit in they'll do fucking anything."

"And where do I fit?"

"That's the thing," Lisgoe took a puff of his cigarette "you don't really seem like the kind of guy to fit any of those boxes. You're just... you. You wear your clothes, you drink your beer. And if you don't like the band that's onstage, you don't bother watching. Unless you're making eyes at the drummer."

That last part was accompanied by a playful smirk that made Ross roll his eyes

"I wasn't making eyes at you."

"Would you rather I called it 'gawking' then?"

"I'd rather you didn't exaggerate."

"Whatever," he waved his cigarette dismissively "my point still stands. You don't give a fuck about what people say, you don't seem like the kind of guy that bends to how people think you should act. It's pretty punk."

"I'd hardly call myself a punk."

"You don't look the part, but you're more punk than most twats that wear the badges."

There was something strange about Lisgoe. For someone that spoke so casually, with such a relaxed and colloquial atmosphere, he was strangely philosophical. Contradicting, that's how Ross felt it best to describe Lisgoe

As they stood in silence, Ross' eyes were caught by Lisgoe taking out his cigarette box. Well, for some reason, was specifically watching his hands. Clearly, he wasn't new to this, and his fingers were equally as skilled. That must've been due to his drumming hobby

Why he didn't just look away, Ross didn't know, he can't recognised he was staring until he was pulled out of his trance by Lisgoe's voice

"Did you want one?"

Ross just shook his head, suddenly finding the floor fascinating. Not fascinating enough to stop his eyes from darting over at Lisgoe as he let the cigarette stay in his mouth, stretching his hands down by his sides. The tendons fidgeted as he moved his fingers, bending and shifting in a way that was almost hypnotic

He had rings on. That was how Ross excused his fascination. Silver, some had small black gems, they were quite pretty. Suited him. Suited his hands

Those hands-

"If you want a smoke, I don't mind sharing."

"I was looking at your jewellery."

"Is that right?" Lisgoe's tone was smug and biting, cigarette still in his teeth "Just my jewellery?"

Usually, Ross would just deny it and move on. And he knew he was for the best. But he watched as Lisgoe moved to stand directly in front of him, slowly reaching to take the cigarette out from between his teeth. There was something about the way his canines caught his lower lip as he smiled that caught Ross' attention and refused to let it go

"What else would I be looking at?"

"Dunno," Lisgoe's right hand jolted out to grab Ross' left shoulder, standing in front of him as he brushed his forearm against Ross' throat, causing him to let out a strangled gasp "what else could have your attention?"

Well... this is new

The eye contact between them was thick and glowing like an ember. Ross' eyes darted towards Lisgoe's forearm and he made the mistake of glancing at his shoulder. Because he was instantly met with the sight of Lisgoe's hand tightly gripping it

And that made it incredibly hard to make rational decision

"I'm not a hook-up sort of person," Ross said softly, the way he spoke sounded more like a challenge than anything else "you'll have to do more than push me into a wall to convince me to spend the night with you."

"You may not wanna hook up, but you want something." This was followed by a hand slipping down Ross' back, resting on his ass "Something a little more hands-on?"

"And you're alright with acting like this in public? Where anyone could catch you?"

"No big deal," came the drummer's response as he pulled away, which caused Ross' more disappointment than he cared to admit "part of the fun. But you look like you don't get much of that."

The glare Ross gave him caused him to laugh, and he took another smoke of his cigarette

No fun, is that what you think?

He had the decency to wait for Lisgoe to stop inhaling the smoke before tugging him in by his vest. But, just as their lips brushed, he hesitated. It felt odd. Not bad, not at all. Hell, as he heard Lisgoe exhale the smoke into the tiny space between them, Ross could feel his head spin quite pleasurably. It just wasn't what he was used to, none of it was

Oddly enough, it was as if Lisgoe could read his mind through the web of thought he was tangled in

"Could leave you alone," he said casually "just say the word and I'll fuck off. The others are probably wondering where I am anyway." A pause. As if he were trying to work out how to speak without pushing "Or... if it's publicity you don't like, my apartment's free. Up to you really."

"Logical Things To Say" setlist

"No, I've just met you"

"I have work in the morning"

"This is a very bad idea"

"We could get caught"

"Not very decent, is it?"

Ross opened his mouth and responded with the first thing that came to mind

******************************************

After a long day at work, or a long day anywhere for that matter, Lisgoe often enjoyed sitting in his car, in some secluded area, accompanied only by his thoughts and the radio

This time, however, he was in his car, in some secluded alleyway

The radio off

And his tongue down someone's throat

What a fucking night!

*********************************************

Ross' brain had been yelling at him about his complete lack of dignity as soon as Lisgoe started leading him to his car. It had been somewhat quietened by the feeling of Lisgoe's hand massaging his thigh as he drove, but it didn't leave him alone until the car was stopped and Ross felt his chin being grabbed and his head turned to face the man in the driver's seat

The man he was currently straddling the lap of, in that exact driver's seat

"Making Out With A Guy You Just Met" set list

The buzzing in your stomach at the potential for getting caught, a combination of fear and thrill

Cramped spaces that aren't exactly comfortable, but makes everything feel that much more sensual

Jesus christ, I'm making out with a stranger in the front seat of his car

All of Ross' thoughts came through as static, every time he felt Lisgoe grip at his sides, tug his shirt, run his hands across his bare skin, the static got more intense until his head was completely empty of what had happened and what might happen next. All he could focus on was cold hands on warm skin, the sound of the drummer's breathing becoming more laboured and heavy

He didn't even realise he was making gentle sounds of his own until Lisgoe broke the kiss to tell him in a breathy tone

"You sound so fucking good."

"Do I?"

Lisgoe just nodded as he pulled Ross back in, as if replying simply wasted too much time. Time he wanted to spend completely melting into him, surrounded by the combining scent of cologne and cigarettes. Strange, but somehow added to the thrill. Made it feel more rebellious

"Just realised," Lisgoe muttered against Ross' mouth, unable to pull himself away for more than a few seconds "never got your name."

"Right."

"So what is it?"

"Um, Ross."

As Ross placed a hand on Lisgoe's chest, he could feel the way a chuckle rumbled gently through him

"You didn't sound too sure, that an alias or something? Are you a spy-"

Ross put a stop to the teasing by trailing his lips along Lisgoe's jawline

"It's Ross." He said gently in his ear "Ross Gaines. And I'm an auditor at the job centre, not a spy."

As he kissed down Lisgoe's neck, taking his time as he did with most things, he could hear his saying something under his breath

"Ross Gaines. Ross Gaines."

Each time his name was said, more heat started to pool within him. The way it sounded in Lisgoe's voice wasn't quite something he'd prepared for

"It's fun to say, 'Ross Gaines' all those s sounds." Lisgoe's lips moved to his ear, nipping at the lobe "Ross..." his hand slid up his shirt, digging slightly into his skin "Fuck sake, Ross Gaines," he grabbed the hem of his trousers, moving to undo his belt "you taste so sweet."

The hissing of the sibilance, combined with the feeling of the words hitting his skin, was enough to make Ross slightly dizzy. And the feeling of his belt being unbuckled was not helping his critical reasoning skills in the slightest. The words were bubbling up through his throat, arms wrapped around Lisgoe's neck as pulled him in, as if searching for a way to distract himself. To stop himself from falling off the edge

"Ross-"

"Wait."

Lisgoe pulled his hands away, holding them up like he'd been stopped by police

"You said your apartment was free?"

"I live alone, so I'd be fucking confused if it wasn't."

That made Ross roll his eyes, laughing a little. His hands made their way to cup Lisgoe's face, looking at him with considering eyes

"Do you do this often then?"

"Not as often as people think." Lisgoe answered, his hands on Ross' hips "Yeah, sometimes I like a quick one before I go to bed, but I'm not exactly a hook-up expert. I just get horny." His hands moved slowly up his sides, sending a chill up Ross' spine "You're the first one I've invited back though, I like your company. You're hot as fuck, but you're also easy to talk to. I respect that."

"I thought it was common decency to kick the person out of bed after you're done with them."

That got a gravelly chuckle from the drummer and he let his hand travel to Ross' ass, squeezing roughly

"I like spicing things up every now and then."

"Really?" Ross, in a sudden wave of boldness, leaned in and brushed their lips together "Because I think stalling things would make it quite boring."

The sound of Lisgoe's stuttered breath bounced in Ross' head

"Was... your fucking idea." He replied with a sly smile "You changing your mind, Ross?"

"I'm allowed." He bit Lisgoe's lower lip and god! The low, raspy moan it produced caused his hips to buck, which only drew another groan from the drummer's lips "Any objections, Joseph?"

"Say my name like that again and I won't be able to fucking talk, let alone object!"

There was no more time for set lists

#reece shearsmith #league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #joseph lisgoe #ross gaines #gainsgoe #gainesgoe

[pyrrhiccomedy]

everybody wringing their hands about how puritanical the youth are these days is missing that it will literally be fine. like, every generation is weird about sex when they’re young, and they’re subconsciously responding to how the previous generation was weird about sex. fellow milennials you have forgotten how weird we were, back when “uke/seme” was a mainstream concept, because we grew up and had actual sex and we got over it. let gen Z be weird. they’re horny and scared and confused and until they get to actually fuck it out in the big wide world, they’re going to act insane. so did we. so did our parents. this doesn’t matter. there are bigger problems. “but it’s going to give them a complex.” everybody gets a complex. eventually just about everyone gets to be 30, and they figure out what their thing is that actually gets them off, and none of the weird opinions they had about sex when they were 20 are ever important again. anyway make sure you’re drinking enough water

[borathae]

Can we explain what is top bottom dom sub in hetero relationships very simply? An old milennial here

Okay I'll take the aaol!couple as the example because I'm pretty sure you are asking this because of them.

The terms Dom/sub originates from BDSM and is mostly used for BDSM dynamics (but tbh and maybe I'm talking shit, but I also think that more vanillay couples can have Dom/sub roles during sex as well. maybe I'll call that kinda dynamic the chill laidback version of it) BUT it is mostly used for BDSM play and is very obviously not limited to gender.

Dom and sub describes the roles the partners take on during the play. Sometimes those roles aren't limited to the bedroom however, but also play important parts in a couple's day-to-day-dynamic as well (example: when Kookie calls her "mommy" as a term of endearment or when she gives him little commands throughout the day). So in aaol's case the Dom is OC and the sub is Kook.

Dom is short for Dominant and describes the person who "is in charge of the scene". So to put it into a few words: the person who gives the commands during the sex, who tells the sub how to act and who very often is the giving part of the scene (OBVIOUSLY ONLY AFTER KINK WAS DISCUSSED AND LIMITS WERE VOICED. EVERYTHING THE DOM COMMANDS AND DOES, IS WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT THE SUB CONSENTED TO IT AND WANTS IT!!).

sub is short for submissive and is reserved for the person who "submits during the scene". They follow the orders of the Dom (or don't depending on if they wanna be a lil brat hehe) and very often are the recievers of the kink.

The thing with recieving and giving is obviously not set in stone. There are also Doms who only like to recieve and subs who only like to give. And there are dynamics where giving & recieving is equal between the Dom and the sub. But a lot of the time it is that the Dom gives and the sub recieves. (maybe that's just me though JFADJFJ I really do love giving pleasure that shit gets me off so good fadf)

Now to get to Top and Bottom. Dom/sub is NOT equal to Top/Bottom. A Dom can also be a Bottom, a sub can also be a Top and vice versa. The term originates from the LGBTQ+ scene where homosexual couples like to use it to describe "who gets penetrated and who does the penetrating during anal sex".

I also think that this is a good definition for heterosexual sex and is very obviously not limited to gender (because it's 2023 and women aren't the only ones getting penetrated anymore. you've got a problem with that? leave my blog.) I think "who is getting penetrated and who is doing the penetration?" is a good general definition for what Top/Bottom means.

In my case I like to use Top and Bottom when a slight power play happens, but it's not enough to label someone as the Dom and the other as the sub. In the case of my latest aaol story, I used Top!Jungkook because he was still very obviously subby BUT he also kind of took the lead during the sex and railed her into a total pillow princess. So I felt that Top fit the dynamic way better than calling him the Dom, because he very clearly wasn't the Dom even if he was the one ruining her with amazing sex.

I hope I could explain it to you well, anonie. In general you can say that Dom/sub = what part takes the person during the kink play & Top/Bottom = who does the lil pokey poke and who gets the pokey poke? LMAOAO

#asks #anon #sex ed

[listlessnessss]

I was discussing one of my blackpills among the repressor oracle and realized that transmasculinity has nothing to say and nothing to contribute to masculinity classic. It doesn't propose any sort of conceptual threat to men, as we try and climb up a ladder rather than take an immediate redpill, at least conceptually, there is no way for a woman to 'become a man' in any sense without the effort. (This and it being harder to be a trans woman are why ftm reppers are rarer, btw.)

This is why, in tandem with the lack of obligate social cohesion amongst males (with exceptions for marginalized male groups), many of us revert to woman in some sense. It has nothing to do with the inherent cunning duplicity and disingenuousness or illigetimacy of the individuals involved. The male alliance doesn't naturally exist and has to be artificially engineered to ideological ends or to attempt to fill some sort of need, either by the right or the left wing (toxic masculinity as a term wasn't created by complaining feminist women but rather a leftie men's 'alliance' type group, originally)-- when leftie men do this and discuss its intersections with trans, they mean the possibility that some of the men among them are... not... transfemininity poses a conceptual threat to men with which cis men must contend, and they're right to try, yes. they're not speaking to nor about ftms, the assumption is an automatic understanding with the group of origin(women) with queer people in general or a self-selecting tguy space. I'd argue that points one and two are obviously not always true but are for some reason taken as a given, and option three is a viable solution, but let's not pretend that masculinity is under any current social nor political pressure to absorb, it has not been taken to the same task that womanhood or feminism has. Yes, I mentioned that the marginalized group alliance thing exist for the males, too, and wouldn't ftms be that? Yes, you would think, but one must contend with the nature of that marginalization which is precisely that ftms are "not men". So unlike other groups, the 'base case default' of "trans" is not 'trans men'.

It is so funny to watch theorists self-styled or otherwise (go on trans twitter to see examples of this or read that medium article on 'trans masc misogyny and the red six of spades' for a summary) try so hard to avoid the next logical conclusion of 'trans women are women, and as evidence of this, they're victims of misogyny'... this argument has successfully been made, and I agree. But I also sort of think that both trans women and trans men are women and nobody on the left will ever say that but that's my blackpill. It is not a physiological blackpill, though I could spin the phrenology wheel of fortune but that's played out by every other shitty self hating trans person... this is a social, cultural, political blackpill. Again, as I've said, you may want the impossible, yes, but I will not use that against you, I will want the impossible with you and for you.

back to the medium article, it ends like this, after arguing that there's no specifically trans masculine experience: "Living on a border can mean feeling connected to everything and everybody. It can also mean feeling like nothing and nobody, particularly when the dominant culture refuses to admit that you exist. I believe it is the underlying threat of zero-ness — that fear of being canceled out, rendered unthinkable and illegible — that drives much shitty trans masc behavior." I'd argee with the author, but I'd say that the threat of nothingness and lack of conceptual existence has for us already materialized, and has been happening since forever. Curiously, no solutions to this problem are offered, but I think even though it's entierly mired in the nuances of twitter arguents between milennial microceleb wannabe public intellectual types, a culture which I couldn't give less of a fuck about personally, it's an interesting musing on the same problem.

I refuse to blame trans women for this problem, btw. And I will always acknowledge that I will always have it easier in general. But I think that the woobification and aggressively un-political and un-sexualized nature of 'transmasculine culture' is obligate, in that lack of any narrative at all and lack of a politically justifiable positive identification and lack of visibility does translate to material effects (we're more likely than not to eventually try out suicide: look it up) that memeified infantile complaints of 'erasure' don't do justice.

but I'm a dumb repressor and a self-identified autohomoerotic and a trender and a theyfab and refuse to just be butch and a faggot and have no lesbian past and am also a privileged bitch so idk.

#ftm repressor #brainworms

[shinesurge]

somebody subjected me to one of those weird tiktok content house videos but it was overlaid with the Friends theme and it finally clicked that this shit is just gen z's response to the same problem milennials had of being excruciatingly isolated during their adolescence and living vicariously through media like of fucking course the idea of getting unstructured friend time every day is getting views even if it's completely bland and unentertaining on its own, this makes so much sense now. friends wasn't a good show even a little bit but the concept of being able to walk across the hall and pick up your friend to walk downstairs and hang out in the cafe sounds so nice and it's so impossibly out of reach for most of us people pretended it was engaging anyway

#god shit SUCKS

[princessjesterclown]

idk if the birth charts correct since idk where my friend is born exactly but she might be a gemini moon like me only problem is shes a normie, while i grew up with unlimited internet brain rot, shes a milennial that had a normal life and thinks fat babies laughing videos on instagram is funny..

[davnittbraes]

It’s official I guess.

I’m now at that age where I emotionally relate to 1985 by Bowling For Soup.

#laugh crying #what a great video though #elder millennial #milennial problems #Youtube

[horrorsequel]

everyone keeps getting so up in arms abt stuff related to the barbie movie as if the whole thing wasnt just bad. the thing abt barbie is that it wasnt a toy commercial. ppl always say that and that was a byproduct of it but that wasnt actually what it was doing. it was a lifestyle commercial. it was not trying to sell barbies to kids. kids r already buying barbies. it was trying to sell the Barbie brand to adults. the barbie brand rn as far as toys is trying to be very inclusive and encourage boys to play with barbies as well. adult men dont need a barbie commercial cos like, gay men already huy barbies. the ppl that needed to be won back to the barbie brand was milennial women. thats why the movie said the things it said. it brought up the spesific points it did because those are the problems milennial women always cite with barbie. the reason Barbie herself was connected with a Mom, the reason her annoyed teenage daughter went on the journey and not like, a child? Because the barbie brand wants YOU. and it worked. all the brand collabs went off so well. people r still talking abt it. the writing of the movie itself wasnt even good at waht it was trying to do but it worked because they hot all the right talking and plot points no matter how shallow and ham fisted.

like this is all part of a much bigger societal problem which boils down to giving corporations and rich people way too much fucking credit for doing the bsre minimum. and YEAH the people who run awards shows are missing the point. but at the same time. the movie itself didnt give any of the barbies a huge musical number. just ken. the movie itself is part of the problem youre just being selective as hell with what you got out of it.

#the people who run award shows are rich people #award shows literally exist so rich people can congratulate other rich people #and pretend like theyre the inly ones who make good art #and pretend like thwyre amazing and enlightned when they throw a bone to #a project made by real people

[feretra]

my favorite thing about me being classified as a member of the moral police whom I called out for wanting violent misogyny and suchforth tagged?

if they knew anything — like actually anything — about me and the literary world, they would know i grew up and cut my teeth as a wee youngin’ on anne rice, chuck palahniuk, cormac mccarthy, bret easton ellis, and the marquis de sade. that george orwell is my favorite author.

that i read so much truly egregious, and legitimately traumatizing to many, pieces of fiction that it made me uniquely prepared to slosh through the horrendous piles of genocidal narratives that i am capable of feeling nothing. that is not normal, but it is a gift in a career path when literally everything you’re handling has the ability to rend your psyche five ways from hell. because that’s what i was training myself to endure.

sometimes i still have to stop and realize that i am criticizing horror and other works unfairly because the bar was shifted so profoundly when i was young, that if something literally does not traumatize or horrify me permanently, then it did not do its job. it did, i just no longer have a fair ability to judge the standard. this is as unfair to the author and the work as it is to myself, who hurt myself so deeply in my youth trying to find something that reflected my own horrors? that i unconsciously ruined my own enjoyment of fictionalized media through the power of what it can convey to me.

i did not learn my limits, which a very milennial and gen x rite of passage with the rogue internet of the past, but not exactly a safe one. this is why i am such a strong advocate the self-moderation of your own media intake, and have the critique that attempting to always keep putting or seeking to put characters in abject misery and torture does, in fact, drive the dehumanization of others in your mindset. when our media consumption — canon or fandom — begins to reflect that hyperviolence and detachment of empathy towards others, we often unconsciously adopt those behaviours through the memetic mindset of simply mimicking the characters we enjoy. visual propaganda does the same thing without attachment to brand image, usually, but sometimes. and this is particularly problematic for neurodivergent people, who often adopt portions of characters we love as a way of masking. this isn’t inevitably and always a problem, but it can be in situations like these.

so traversing that razor thin margin for your own wellbeing is difficult, but required.

even more than media consumption, i think this is is interesting when posed against my parenting style. most people don’t even realize i did parent. still parent. i raised my cousin’s two children from the ages of five to now, and i never kept anything taboo from them. they came into my care through addiction, they were acutely aware of the reality in which we live.

before i got these kids, the internet had raised them. they were like how i had been, but in elementary school. completely desensitized by their media consumption to the point that it damaged their ability to relate to other people, but especially peers their own age. it took a lot of work to fucking repair that, while adhering to my own guns about trying to not censor the world they grew up in. it took a lot of therapy.

elementary age kids shouldn’t have be placed into in-patient programming because the internet raised them for their formative years and gave them fucking reactive attachment disorder. and yet.

yes. just thoughts.

#ooc

[the-consortium]

To Mr. Herik.

Have you ever worked with the Saqqura on certain projects? If so, what did you bribe him with?

Herik takes a datapad from the lab table and puts it in one of the boxes set up around him. Then he looks around briefly, then reaches for it again and puts it in another box.

The Chief Apothecary has dismissed him again, so he is now preparing to return to Holvall. And the packing for this is about as planned as the nest-building of crows. Things end up in containers, are removed again to be placed elsewhere, where they seem to suit Herik better. Several of the little serf-mutants scurry around him and add to the chaos as they also keep moving lab equipment and data coils around.

Every now and then one of the colleagues peers into the lab, but then decides each time that he'd rather go somewhere else. It is simply impassable at the moment unless you are either very small or have wings.

Finally, Herik has apparently reached a level of disorder he likes and, aided by a flap of his wings, he jumps into the second gallery, where he has built something like a relaxation room out of old scraps of cloth. He pushes some books aside, makes a mental note to return them to the library before he leaves and leans back.

Then he digs his private datapad out of the fabric nest and begins to write.

"I have not worked on any projects that have required Saqqara's special talents. His expertise with Neverborn has little to do with my work on bodies and evolution. Of course, I am grateful when he protects our work and our base with his skills, but that is more general in nature. He is as little a scientific collaborator to me as my brothers of the 12th Milennial are. In general, we just have little in common and virtually no overlapping interests."

He pauses, taps his lips with his data pen. Then continues, "But really, that's true of all members of the Consortium. I have no problem approaching him should I ever need his special skills or once have the leisure to study a demon of Tzeentch. But otherwise … no, Saqqara and I don't really live in the same world."

#warhammer #ask post #Herik Stymphalos

[mariacallous]

@ the brookings quote like THANK U i have been saying and preaching etc! Sorry this is a rant but like. We NEED to start actually tackling these human problems!!!!! Nothing can replace the work of moving people out of despair!! Im also reading the name of the rose atm so it is all hitting me lol like. Its oppressive and unearned and depressing to hear the online drumbeat of unproductive nihilism and anxiety and despair abt the future as tho you have no control over it from genz and milennials like idk. Its getting old!! Esp from fellow usamericans who have time to be online and are usually economically/socially middling or better (even if they'd deny it)

No, exactly!

People take "difficult" and "drastic" to also mean "unavoidable" or "inevitable" and that's not really the case!