#i tried to make the transition sort of smooth

[mitamicah]

WOAH USERNAME CHANGE JUMPSCARE

Muahaha >:3

[sophie-frm-mars]

So I'm with a horrible GP gig economy app service where instead of one regular doctor I see every time I get a gachapon doctor from the doctor machine which works great except that it never does ever. It was pretty cool for a minute at the start of transition when I found out there was a tranny doctor with the service and I could book appointments with her, and it's been pretty cool generally getting next day appointments because they can just give you whoever, as long as the thing I need a doctor for is straightforward, but reader, let me let you in on a little secret about getting doctors to give you the healthcare you're entitled to when you're trans: fuck you ;)

Transplus, the gender clinic service I'm with, sent a letter in January to my GP to explain that because I'm on HRT I'm legally entitled to gamete storage via the NHS and to sort it out for me and Über for Doctors finally texted me this week and sent me a link to book an appointment with 3 available options, the latest of which was 6.45am, so I woke up at 6.30 and waited until 7 when I finally got a call

First I picked up and said hello and there was the sound of a beaver making a home for a beaver family of 4, then it stopped and she said hello can I speak to Sophia McAllister and I said yes hello that's me but the sound immediately started again we said "hello?" to each other a few more times and finally she said "how can I help you today?"

I said "I'm a trans woman and I'm trying to access gamete storage"

So she asks me "are you a woman who is becoming a man?" And I have to tell her no the other way around which makes her deadass ask "so what is being stored when you are getting gamete storage?" Like this GP has become a confused child in sex education class as soon as she has her first trans patient. As an aside here once it is this obvious your GP doesn't know that they're doing at all, they could at least just be clear about that, adopt a "we're in this together" attitude to your shared cluelessness, and it's infinitely worse when they try to maintain the authority

So then she asks me if I'm trying to donate sperm and I explain that I'm trying to store it so that l can have children in future, and she tries to tell me it should be part of transplus and here's the peachy part to that is I fucking agree it should be all part of one single trans healthcare service. Absolutely it should all be one single smooth integrated service but instead every single part of trans healthcare is scattered to the winds for you to collect like mystical puzzle shards. To get a vagina you have to go to the gender clinic, get referred to two different doctors who aren't at the clinic to give their opinions that you need a pussy, get referred back to the clinic who then give those endorsements to your surgeon, get a meeting with your surgeon where they assess your genitals at which point they'll tell you you need electrolysis to remove hair from the area, so then you go back to the clinic to get referred to the GDNRSS which is a government fund which has all the money which then allocates you the money so you have to go to the electrolysis clinic and book with them so that the money will be sent to them then you get electrolysis and then you go back to the clinic so they can tell the surgeon you're ready so the surgeon can tell the clinic to tell the money people to pay the surgeon who is, by the way, a private surgeon the whole time and always was, so you can finally have surgery. So yes, I agree that gamete storage should be part of trans plus. It should all be one single integrated thing, you should go to the gender factory and they should have everyone who makes trannies all there and you should walk out the other end with your fucking healthcare, but that's not how it works at all

So the GP wonders out loud if I should be "referred to psychosexual or" and I simply don't want to know what she means by that because I'm just trying to freeze my cum tbh

So I tell her again about the letter that transplus sent, and she reads it for what sounds like the first time and then she says that she doesn't know at all where we go from here, she's going to talk to the team(???) and get back to me(???) but it's been 3 months since transplus sent the letter in the first place

I'm just going back to trying hard not to think about any of my healthcare because if I do the waiting and the bullshit is going to drive me insane

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Day Six of Bucktommy Fluffebruary had Stargazing as a prompt, and what was supposed to be a cut to a trip turned into an immediate transition into porn. The porn is silly and fluffy, but...look, I tried to keep this all PG. But sometimes you just gotta fuck that fireman, also I wrote this a few weeks ago and it was too late to rewrite it when I finally looked at it again. @bucktommyfluffebruary I'm so sorry.

They’re having a beer on the back step, and Evan keeps looking at the sky and squinting.

“What’s up?” Tommy teases.

“I think I can see part of Orion’s Belt?” Evan says, squinting harder. “Or that’s a plane.”

Tommy tries to follow his gaze and doesn’t see much of anything other than a few sparse clouds and some airplanes. “Could be.”

“I think the only time I ever lived somewhere where you could see the stars was when I was on the ranch,” he says, settling back in his chair. “Chris was telling me if they go right outside El Paso they can see everything.”

“Mm.” Tommy takes a sip of beer and considers the sky for a moment. “I think the clearest sky I ever saw was in Iraq and definitely didn’t appreciate it at the time.”

“Well, there was other stuff going on,” Evan points out, and Tommy nods. “But you don't get to see them when you're outside LA? Or in the sky?”

“Mm, a little, but I don't think I take the time to appreciate it then either,” Tommy says, resting his cheek on Evan's shoulder. “I like looking at the city when I'm up, though.”

“Yeah,” Evan agrees, sounding dreamy and happy. Tommy's taken him up a few times, and his favorite part is watching Evan take in the twinkling lights of the city at night or the glow of a sunset. “We should go somewhere.”

Tommy smiles, having seen it coming from a mile away. “Yeah. Maybe around your birthday?”

He’s already making plans in his head, because Evan’s birthday is in three weeks. They’d gotten a few days off together, but that hadn’t been a sure thing until this week, so no plans had been made.

“In the meantime, I think I can make you see some stars,” he says, glancing up at his boyfriend just in time to see his eyebrows twitch upward and his cheeks flush.

“You’re a smooth guy, Tommy Kinard,” Evan says, setting his beer down before swinging his leg over Tommy’s lap and settling in it. “Think you can make it happen?”

Tommy’s hands hike up the back of his shirt so he can spread them across the back of his ribcage, and his eyes are trained on Evan’s lips. “Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

Evan leans in and licks his bottom lip before backing off, and Tommy tries to kiss him, but Evan keeps moving just out of reach. He tightens his hold on him and pulls him forward until his body is flush against Tommy’s and latches onto his neck instead.

“Fuck,” Evan groans, rocking against his stomach. He grips Tommy’s hair and presses him closer until Tommy’s sucking a bruise low on the side of his neck. “C’mon.”

There’s a bit of mental calculation to avoid completely fucking up his back before Tommy can stand with Evan wrapped around him. When he gets them inside, he makes a beeline for their room and lays Evan on the bed, kissing his pretty, whining mouth as he undoes the tie on his basketball shorts.

He strips himself and then Evan quickly, craving the feeling of their bare skin pressed together. When he covers Evan’s body with his own to kiss him again, he sighs against his mouth when Evan wraps his arms and legs around him. But when he starts to lift himself up, Evan’s still holding on, so Tommy just sort of…lifts him off the mattress while he's on all fours. He breaks the kiss and looks down at his boyfriend incredulously.

“Are you koala-ing me right now?” he asks, laughing. He scoops his hands under Evan, and sure enough, there's space between his back and the mattress.

“I didn't think it would actually work,” Evan admits, looking over his shoulder. He's only a couple inches from the mattress, but he's also got a death grip on Tommy. “Kind of feeling like the dog that got the car right now.”

They both start giggling so hard that Tommy ends up collapsing on him again, and when he tries to roll onto his side, Evan’s still holding him.

“Oh, my god,” Tommy gasps between giggles. Evan’s shaking against him, his face completely red where it's smashed into the duvet to stifle his laughter.

It doesn't kill the mood, but it shifts it. Neither one of them can hold onto the other one without it turning into endless giggling, and Evan ends up starfishing on his belly, which is worse. He looks ridiculous, and Tommy ends up curled over his back with his face pressed against the back of his ribcage to muffle his laughter. Evan’s back bounces under his face when that starts to set him off.

“I'm sorry,” Tommy wheezes, rolling to sit upright. “I-I can't.”

Evan rises up to kneel next to him, and Tommy smiles into the kiss that's pressed against his mouth. He looks down at Evan’s still hard dick and raises an eyebrow at him. 

“What?” Evan asks defensively, flopping back onto the pillows. “I can multitask.”

“Is getting the giggles and staying hard at the same time ‘multitasking’?” Tommy asks, crawling over him and kissing his chest. 

“I mean, it's at least kind of impressive,” Evan argues, drawing a knee up when Tommy settles between his legs. “Right?”

“Extremely,” Tommy agrees seriously, and Evan sticks his tongue out at him.

“Did that kill the mood?” Evan asks when Tommy's mouth is centimeters from his dick.

Tommy looks at his dick and then back up at Evan's face. “I mean, I was about to choke myself on your dick, so—”

Evan shifts under him, which bumps the head of his dick against Tommy's chin. On any other night, it'd be a little hot. Tonight? 

“Oh, my god,” Evan whines when Tommy giggles against his thigh.

“You started it!” Tommy protests when Evan covers his face with his hands. “Aw, baby.”

Except Evan isn’t embarrassed, he’s hiding a big grin like a liar. Tommy pulls his hands away to reveal it and kisses him.

“I'll skip the blowjob,” Tommy decides. “Because I don't want to accidentally bite you.”

Evan peeks between his fingers and looks down at Tommy's half hard cock. “Do you want me to—”

“Oh, I'll be fine,” Tommy says, stretching for the nightstand and grabbing the lube. He slicks Evan up, gets on his knees, reaches back to press two fingers into himself, and straddles his lap. “I think I owe you some stars.”

“Y-yeah,” Evan agrees, watching raptly as Tommy positions himself over his cock. When Tommy starts to sink down on him, sparks shooting up his spine at the perfect stretch, Evan’s head falls back against the headboard with a soft thump, and he swears under his breath. “Holy shit, Tommy.”

Tommy rocks down onto him, his eyelids fluttering shut at the stretch and fullness. He lifts himself off until just the head is clenched inside him and reaches back to spread more lube on Evan. When he sinks down again, the extra slide brings his ass all the way to the cradle of Evan’s pelvis, and he rocks with a moan.

“Fuck,” Evan gasps, thrusting up minutely. He grips Tommy's hip and thigh and sits up to kiss him, flicking his tongue against Tommy's. When Tommy starts riding him, Evan gasps against his mouth and pulls back to look down at their hips. His brows draw together, and his lips part, shiny and so pink. He fucks up into Tommy, meeting his thrusts, and Tommy tries his best to clench rhythmically on a slow pull out. It's a trick he's pulled off with less endowed guys, but Evan is thick enough that he's not sure it'll work until Evan is crying out against his shoulder. 

“Stars?” Tommy asks, cradling his face and smiling when Evan’s gaze drops to his mouth as he nods slowly. “God, you feel amazing, sweetheart.”

Evan smiles back and grinds into him. “So do you. I love you so fucking much.”

Tommy presses his forehead against Evan’s and pants, “Fuck, I love you.”

Evan’s arms go around his waist, holding him tight once more, but it doesn't set off another round of laughter, because he's holding Tommy in place so he can fuck into him like a goddamn machine. Tommy feels like he can't catch his breath, he's leaking against Evan’s torso and his brain is whiting out while Evan fucks him so hard that he can barely hold himself up. He ends up clinging to Evan and crying out into his shoulder and neck until he's being rocked onto Evan's cock nice and slow. 

Phantom aftershocks of an orgasm that hasn't hit yet make him twitch against Evan, and the world goes sideways for a minute when he gets lowered onto his back. 

“I'm s’posed to be doing the work,” he protests weakly.

Evan feeds his cock back into Tommy and fucks into him in one smooth stroke, ripping a moan out of Tommy’s chest. 

“You're out of your mind if you think I'm not seeing stars right now, baby,” Evan pants, driving into him. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

He folds Tommy up and drills into him until Tommy can't do much more than writhe under him and let out a series of cries that are completely involuntary. Sweat drips onto him from Evan’s face, but he doesn't slow down.

“I'm gonna cum,” Tommy gasps, grabbing at Evan's shoulders. When Evan still doesn't slow down, Tommy sobs through his orgasm and slaps a hand over his mouth reflexively. Evan shakes his head until Tommy lifts it away, and he convulses when Evan keeps going. “Holy fuck, f-fuck, I can't—Evan.”

His boyfriend's name comes out on a whine, and Evan drives into him one last time with a grunt, grinding into Tommy as his cock pulses cum into him.

They end up collapsed together, and Evan’s shaking against him. Tommy grips his body tighter with his arms around him, and then Evan shakes even more, and he realizes it's with laughter.

“Now you're doing it,” Evan says against his neck.

Tommy snorts. “If you think I can hold onto you that tight right now, you're high.”

Evan carefully pulls out of him and kisses him sweetly before going to the bathroom and opening the linen cabinet. Tommy floats for a bit while Evan waits for the faucet to warm, and he smiles when a warm, damp washcloth is wiped over his inner thighs. 

“Still wanna go stargazing?” he asks, blinking at his boyfriend. 

“Yep,” Evan says, coming in for another kiss. “But this works until then.”

Tommy twitches when the washcloth gets swiped over his belly and cock. “I think flying a helicopter might be less taxing. Seriously, I think you'll break my pelvis if you try something like that in thirty years.”

Evan grins and nuzzles his cheek before kissing him again. “Seventy-year-old Tommy can take it.”

“Can sixty-three-year-old Evan?”

“I'll just have to keep up on my leg day workouts,” Evan says with a cheeky smile. “We're gonna be the hottest retirees in LAFD history, babe.”

Tommy rolls his eyes, but his stomach flutters in a decidedly juvenile way at the foregone conclusion that they'll still be together in thirty years and just as in love and just as into each other. When Evan kisses him again, he likes to think he can feel an answering flutter. 

–

[anghraine]

i just saw someone say that faramir is infuriating because he's self-aggrandizing in claiming that he won't act in any way that doesn't befit his status, and on one hand - i understand the root of it? he does have a courteous, almost formal style of talking. he does openly claim that he would not take this mysterious power (before he knew about the ring) if it was on the highway. he agrees to denethor's characterization that he wants to appear noble like a king of old.

but on the other hand i'm straining at the bit to defend my baby because - infuriating?? when he lives up to the words he is saying?? when the text shows over and over that he's loved by his people, that he genuinely tries to live by those standards (and seems to succeed) - him not killing even animals unnecessarily, him riding back for his men. even his proclaimed dream to see gondor's tree bloom and peace restored, is supported by him seemingly making that transition from steward to king as smooth as possible?

maybe it's because i instantly liked him so much. it just caught me so off guard because this particular criticism never ever crossed my mind. so funny how people will interpret the same thing differently. to some internet user out there, his words are self-aggrandizing. to me, his words are straightfoward and supported by actions - dreamboat central.

Hi, anon! I'm pretty much with you on this one. I've seen the occasional post like that, and I can understand finding his style grating (though I personally love it) or disliking the general baggage associated with Tolkien's handling of Númenóreanness (there's a considerable degree of classism and racism built in to the presentation of Elves and peredhil/Númenóreans in LOTR in particular, while later texts like "The Mariner's Wife" are relatively more nuanced).

But the idea that Faramir is essentially just performing the appearance of high virtue as a sort of imitation of Númenórean cultural values without actually possessing those values or the virtues of the best of them just seems a profound misinterpretation to me. He has flaws, but he's not a hypocrite and he does not fail to live up to his presentation of himself at any point.

He's exactly what he appears to be, a stern and intelligent young man out of step with the current trends of his culture, who still cares deeply about his people and their allies. He's potentially highly dangerous in the way of Denethor and Aragorn, and like them, his personality is hard and unbending when it comes down to it, but he's also gentler than either—the combination of his willingness to act on the threat he represents if necessary and ethically justifiable, with a deep compassion and sympathy for others (even animals), is distinct and really interesting.

I think there's a very important distinction between Faramir performing virtue and gentleness and putting on the persona of a great Númenórean lord in times of peace, and Faramir presenting himself as he truly is and then suiting actions to words, despite the fundamental antipathy between his temperamental inclinations and the circumstances he's been placed in.

[werewolfoffeverswamp]

tbh i dont know if i’ve ever made a single piece of art i actually like in an academic setting. they’re always haphazardly done last minute and the subject matter is always so. hm. it’s a little boring. the only times i think i’ve come close to making something i was proud of in school is when i was pushed to my mental breaking point and i just started fucking doing whatever i wanted. so today i’m rating them

in my sophomore year i was in sculpture class and had to make a smooth plaster sculpture. the amount of manual labor required to sand down a sculpture that had to be at least 3 feet in some direction is not something i wanted to deal with. as you can see my sculpture is not smooth. the design i was happy with— the sculpture itself i was not.

it was titled “Mistakes” or something along those lines. my classmates stood up for me in critique when my professor said it was lazy and unfinished. not one of my peers said a bad thing about it. we smashed the sculptures apart behind the building when critique was over. i still want to cry when i think about it, it was an extremely special experience for me.

10/10 i actually wish i still had it and i have been meaning to make a tiny version out of clay. such a special piece to me, very formative

this piece was made at the end of my college career when i first started testosterone. i wanted to make some sort of tribute to it for my final piece— i’m of an extremely divided mind when i think about it. there are parts that look clunky and not developed properly… thrown together, as i believe my professor Jason said. i am, however, happy with certain technical aspects of the piece! the formation and shading of the hand and the syringe is something i really like, and did a lot of layering to achieve. i used a paper cutout to make the repeated syringes on the bottom left, another new technique i tried and was happy with the results of.

the text WAS thrown on last minute in an effort to spice up the piece but it’s a reference to the song Crosseyed and Painless by Talking Heads. it’s a song i’ve always identified with in a gender way, with the first few lines being “Lost my shape, trying to act casual./Can’t stop, I might end up in the hospital.” i felt on the verge of collapse constantly in the early days of my transition. it was like i had lost my shape and was destined to end up hurt in some way. i wish the text was more well thought out, it could have been done in a more uniform way and i think it would have looked a little better.

the wasp head is also a reference to an old oc of mine, who was a man with a wasp head named Gene. i wish i would have used different colors, the black and yellow i used should have been warmer. mars black instead of ivory. whatever again it’s technical stuff.

6.5/10 i could technically go back and fix this one bc i still have it, but i have better things to do rn.

the hand dino came into the world in a fiery manner. for the final project we had to make a piece with the dimensions of minimum like 4ft by 4ft, and by this point i was burnt out and the most exhausted with art i’d ever been (besides maybe sophomore year ig 🤔) and i told my professor i couldn’t do a project that big. he made the mistake of telling me to do what i could manage, which ended up being a roughly 12in by 12in piece of oil painting paper.

in many ways i like the concept of this piece. the idea of it. it’s fun! it’s combining realistic elements with cartoonish ones in a way i enjoy.

however. looking back, i genuinely think it would have been a cooler concept on a bigger scale 😭 which is so frustrating.

7.5/10 i wish i’d had it in me to do it better.

and how could we forget dear body horror babe? made in my first semester of sophomore year and done with ink and charcoal and conte crayons, it was an assignment one of my more eccentric teachers wanted us to do where we randomly splattered ink on a paper using ink-covered coins and tried to come up with a drawing just from the happenstance of where the ink coins landed.

i chose a more abstract route and basically turned every ink splat into an eye and tried to come up with somewhat distorted body imagery to evenly fill all the space on the paper. you can find a lot of stuff going on in this piece.

11/10 but also not done at my lowest point, just during the steady decline.

ok can i be frank for a second. i fucking hate this piece. so what you’re seeing is an 8ft by 4ft thin block of particle board, carved by hand in low relief to ink and print on old bedsheets.

my professor for this relief class was strict about the theme of the class, which was political art. she insisted we make art relating to a political topic and our beliefs on it. and this isn’t to say political art is bad in any way, but it’s truly not something i want to FOCUS on creating necessarily. the fact that it was MANDATORY is the issue here. one of my classmates refused to make purposely political art and instead chose to make a beautiful piece of the sun and moon as lovers. i wish i had just done the same and refused to make strictly political art. if i’m honest i just wanted to make an epic wood carving scene of a dark and eerie night outside draculas castle. instead, as you can see, i chose (somewhat arbitrarily in an effort to make the project into something i could enjoy carving) environmentalism.

technically i don’t mind this piece. the composition is fine and the detail in some areas i’m very proud of. other areas not as much. my teacher also forced me to do what i think is over-carve some areas to fill the piece with texture. i do not like it and i wish i had kept some areas fully un-carved, even if it didnt print right. i don’t care.

also what’s worse about the whole experience of this piece is that it was part of an event called Blocktoberfest and my school partnered with a local state college to make and print these huge blocks on their campus. the reason this is bad is bc the state college students did whatever the hell they wanted for their designs and we saw some really cool subject matters, from aliens to occult symbolism. and their school’s art department had a couch in it and ours didn’t. :/

also blocktoberfest was an insane amount of physical work bc rolling those big ass rollers in ink and then a giant block and then ink and then the block and ink and block was a lot of effort. i was sore after it. and it lowkey felt like me and my classmates were doing all the work and like maybe 5 people from the other school were helping. whatever. whatever anyways

1/10 genuinely pisses me off to look at. wish i would have just done draculas castle

^i also think it’s worth mentioning about this professor: no one really liked her. she made it very clear that she thought there was a right and wrong way to create art. and she fully believed she was right about everything bc she was old and wise. and she was also gay so maybe she had some credit. but her art to me always felt a little uppity and she was also really rich. she let us visit her studio and we did our final critique there of a piece i made that i absolutely hated everything about. i dont even have a picture of it bc it pissed me off so bad. she also was lowkey racist towards a few of my classmates so i really don’t like her.

anyways that’s all the pieces i want to review currently. let me know what you guys think about em if you want. i hereby ask for you to critique my art.

the difference between making art for a deadline vs making art purely bc you enjoy the process and outcome is so crazy. it actually makes me sick with sadness. i don’t have the resources to create freely yet. anyways art under the constraint of academia is so frustrating for me specifically. like whatever. whatever

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Kinktober Day 12 - Siren!Miguel

Prompt list

CW: Nsfw, siren Mig, M!Reader, marking

Note: I’m having a really hard time doing anything today so it might not be that great. I am somewhat proud of it tho and it is very fitting for today since I’m so close to 500 followers :3

Mythical creatures like vampires and werewolves never scared you, even as a child when your older sibling would tell you ghost stories. Perhaps you just grew used to the eerie feeling that the tales gave off.

In turn this made you into quite the brave young man. Nothing seemed to frighten you too much, with the occasional exception of actual real world consequences. You’d just laugh and shake your head at the stories, they couldn’t be real.

So when you found yourself heading to a cave in a remote part of the beach, it wasn’t unusual. There’s nothing scary other than the fact that you walked so far from people. That was until you heard it.

A smooth voice glided through the air and into your ears, entrancing you and willing you forward. That was indeed freaky, it felt like you had lost control of your body, like you were being pulled to the cave.

You had heard tales of sirens previously, but they were just that, tales. Stories made up by men bored on their boats. One in your area was pretty popular though, of a male siren by the name of Miguel. You never believed it before, and part of you desperately didn’t want to start now.

You soon found yourself deep in the darkness of the rocky walls, the only light left being form the entrance far behind you. You could hear the water moving around you, now waist deep, unable to see.

Something almost scaly feeling brushed against your leg. You pulled back, expecting some snake or other reptile. When you looked down you could make out the vague silhouette of something coming out of the water. You squinted, trying to see what it was.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark you could finally see it was a man. A very handsome man… Blush spread across your cheeks, your mind forgetting about how weird this all is for a few moments. Before you could do or say anything he retreated back into the water.

You tried to follow him with your eyes, but couldn’t see into the water with how dark it is. You then felt two hands grab your waist and pull you down. They didn’t pull you under the water, just enough so you were on your knees, your once dry shirt now wet.

“It’s been awhile since anyone so handsome came by~” A smooth voice whispered in your ear, making you blush more. You could feel something large and hard pressed against your clothed ass, knowing what it is almost immediately.

The mysterious stranger moved his hands down, one making its way to your crotch and groping at the bulge in your trunks. You let him slide his hand into the fabric, letting out a small moan as he stroked your cock slowly. He seemed very pleased with that and removed his hand.

You felt him yank your trunks down, your skin now exposed to the water, his cock now against your bare ass. Your own hand brushed against his hip, and that’s when you felt the same scales you felt before. You initially freaked out, thinking you once again touched a reptile of some sort or a fish, but then you felt the scales transition into skin. You slowly realized the reality of this, he was a siren, and most likely the “Miguel” people would talk about.

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt the tip prod at your entrances, replaced quickly by those previous thoughts of how hot this all was. Hey you didn’t mind a random hookup with a stranger, and the mystery of all this was exciting. You let out a low moan as he started to push into you, his hands gently holding your hips as he guided himself.

Miguel was slow at first, letting you adjust to his size once completely inside you. Your cock was hard under the surface, spilling precum into the water already. He kissed along your neck and jawline, being gentle as he started leaving little marks on your skin. He then started to move his hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace.

You covered your mouth with your hand, a desperate attempt to muffle your moans. It felt so good, and he’s so much bigger than any man you had previously been with. His hands moved from your hips and up your torso, feeling your soft skin as his pace quickened slightly. He trances every curve of your body with his fingers, admiring every detail.

His touch drove you crazy, leaving a warm feeling where ever his skin had met yours. He started to thrust harder, slamming into you and encouraging you closer to release. You let out gasps and moans as he did so, feeling a familiar knot form in your gut.

Miguel bit at your neck, as if he were marking you as his. That sent you over the edge, the pain of his teeth mixing with pleasure was too much. He felt you tighten slightly around his cock as you spilled cum into the water, you panting and whimpering as you did so. He loved those sounds, you sounded so desperate to him, so beautiful.

It wasn’t long before he came inside you, feeling your ass with his seed. His thrusts didn’t slow as he fucked his cum deeper into you. You moaned and whined a little in protest, feeling slightly overstimulated from so much pleasure.

He finally pulled out and holds you onto some flat rocks above the water near the entrance. You could see his face better, damn he’s hot. Well, you already knew that but still. Seeing his face in the light was almost enough to get you hard again.

With the added light you could see his tail under the water. It was beautiful, shimmering in the sunlight. How could anyone be afraid of this? He’s gorgeous, and you you definitely be returning to this beach often.

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Idk if anyone wants to be tagged since it’s an M!Reader but here you go anyway haha

@6thhokageswife @zaunsin @famouscattale @m4dyy @thedevax @migueloharastruelove @queerponcho @lynnxnnyl

[mowowow]

imagine u have a shitty old car that doesn’t have Bluetooth so pick 7 albums u play on CD!! (Or tape!!!)

tagged by @thestralsofspinnersend and I’m in despair because 7 is too few lmfao I did a 50 albums thread on bluesky some months ago and I was already like!!! leaving some great ones out!!! LOL but I tried to focus on... being in a car and how it reminds me of traveling every few months with my dad when I was a kid? cause driving itself is sth I hate/haven’t done in 15 years but I’ll pretend I’d be alone on some sort of magical road trip where there are no other cars around

also I’m not picking my fave albums ever, just the ones I think would fit being on the road. which is why most of these are not even on my bsky list because the criteria I used there was one artist - one album (for instance... my fave by Bey is Lemonade, Reny is #2)

1. Beyoncé - Renaissance

I mean? Talk about a great sing-along masterpiece, I’d be blasting the trifecta that is CUFF IT/ENERGY/BREAK MY SOUL with those smooth transitions and go even louder with CHURCH GIRL/PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA/VIRGO’S GROOVE

2. Iron & Wine - Beast Epic

This was harddddd because I also think that Our Endless Numbered Days should be here but anyway! Iron & Wine is the definition of road trip music if you're in the countryside, especially if you’re going through places full of trees all around. I’m thinking especifically of this area close to my city where the trees on both sides create an arch over the road where you can barely see the sky, it’s amazing

3. The Beatles - Revolver

This is mostly nostalgia. I barely listen to them these days but this is my fave Beatles album because for me it was always about the fun/cheesy songs with them and not the so-called “masterpieces” lol (though nowadays I know Run For Your Life, for example, is the type of lyrics I’d hate) and like, my relationship with my dad is not what it used to be but I still have the memories of us looking up Beatles lyrics on my computer when I was a teen so we’d both sing along to them. my dad is the one that made me start studying English when I was 14 (I hated it before that) and a lot of what I learned was through music and lyrics back then

4. Skank - Ao Vivo em Ouro Preto    

This is a Brazilian band that has some of the most beautiful and fun songs in our popular culture imo, so I’d get to blast the most romantic tracks like Balada do Amor Inabalável (roughly translates as “Ballad of the steadfast love” but of course it loses its beauty like that lol) and have fun with the lyrics of Saideira (Last Round... of drinks... where the chorus is basically all the ways you can call a waiter at a bar) and Garota Nacional (National Girl lol)

5. Sabrina Carpenter - Short n’ Sweet

OH I LEAVE QUITE AN IMPRESSIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN 

the perfect sing-along album too and I looooveeee her sense of humor!!!

MY GIVE-A-FUCKS ARE ON VACATION

6. Arctic Monkeys - AM

I mean. I MEAN. I don’t even care about cars but like? This is IT, y’know, lmao. Just think of the R U Mine music video. SO. MUCH. FUN. to sing along to this in a car. and I did that with my dad and sis last time we were on the road together, cause luckily for me at least some of what my 15yo sis listens to aligns with my taste lmao. I already talked about this album/era in another music post a few weeks ago but also let me just say I include Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You because what do you mean that didn’t make it into the album

7. Dir en grey - THE MARROW OF A BONE

again, not my fave by my fave band (that’d be DSS) but I absolutely LOVE this album. Great for when you’re angry or sad or just wanna vibe with the great fucking bass riffs like Toshiya you are a GENIUS (they all are) and this is from the era where there were SO MANY memes and parodies also this album is just great live. GRIEF is only second to umbrella as my fave live song by them

Honorable mentions: Lianne La Havas’ self-titled, Rihanna’s ANTI, Sara Bareilles’ live at the Fillmore, Roxette’s Greatest Hits, Britney Spears’ Blackout

tagging @mortalscience @oh--youprettythings @kellykadesperate @jonny-versace @impishtubist @languagelessonswolfstar @outromoonyy

[trishyeves]

Transfemme kaladin/transfemme Adolin 14 or 16

Ooooh, excellent request! Trish, as could be guessed by looking at her library of fics, is always down to trans some genders!

(If you want to request one of these, the prompts are here)

Adolyn/Kal, rated Teen, 300 words

"Babe? You ready for our date?"

Squinting the darkness, clad in a fashionable crop top and shorts that may as well have been painted on, Adolyn tried to spy more of her girlfriend than just a lump under blankets.

The lump squirmed, and a groan emerged. "That's... today?"

Frowning, Adolyn crossed the room, stepping around discarded takeout containers and dirty clothing, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Choosing her words carefully, she finally asked, "Dysphoria?" Adolyn did voice training, and the time she'd put into made her voice smooth and traditionally feminine.

Dark eyes peaked out from the edge of the blanket, paired with the sort of wavy black curls that Adolyn knew many women would kill for. There were bags beneath Kal's eyes, but no signs she'd been crying. "No... or at least, not just that..." The girl's husky voice sounded empty, hollow. "I can't get up. Can't shave. Wasn't... wasn't transitioning supposed to help?" By the end, her voice was almost a whimper.

"..." Unsure what to say, Adolyn felt her hands moving before she'd thought it through. She peeled back Kal's black comforter, revealing the whole of her severe, frowning face. Sure enough, as she'd said, Kal's face was covered in rough whiskers, and she flinched under Adolyn's gaze.

"Sorry..." Her voice croaked, and only now did tears start to well up in the corners of her eyes. "I'm such a mess. Don't know how you put up with it."

Then, as though it was the easiest thing in the world, Adolyn leaned in and kissed her girlfriend.

Nothing long or deep or passionate, though she was certainly tempted to make it any of those things. No, Adolyn kissed her with lazy satisfaction, before whispering, "I don't 'put up' with anything. I love you. Now make some room, let's have our date."

Maybe an afternoon spend cuddling and talking and crying wasn't most people's idea of a perfect date, but Adolyn didn't care.

She was by Kal's side. That was enough.

[overtrred28]

Stargirl | matildas x original character fic [part two]

Words; 1.5k

Pairings; matildas team x astrid taylor (OC)

Warnings; none (i don't think)

A/N; second part of this series. the only games i'm fully going off of right now are the tillies games and not for Sydney FC, sort of making them up myself. again please give it some love and i welcome any good feedback. enjoy x

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Joining Sydney FC was one of the best things Astrid could have done. She was thriving. She knew joining in the middle of the season was going to be tough, especially because all the girls already knew each other, and it was at first but having Cortnee there really helped, and the other girls ensuring a smooth transition for her too.  

Astrid and her parents did argue for a while when she signed because they weren’t so keen on letting their only child live in Sydney alone at 17, but that was the only option with them unable to move from their jobs. Astrid was a little scared at first when they finally agreed she was more than mature enough to do it, but Cortnee was close by and they had developed a sister-like relationship in Matildas camps and now at the club. And it wasn’t long until she was going to be 18 anyway so it was just an early start to adulthood and Astrid loved it. 

It wasn’t long until she was playing her first Women’s A-league game, subbing on in the end of second half as a right forward. During training and practice matches Astrid was known to always score a goal, specifically towards the end. That’s why the coach brought her on when they were still 0-0 and 20 minutes from full time. She had been warming up since the second half started, ready to run on and help the team out. 

Almost 15 minutes passed and their side finally gained more possession of the ball, Cortnee ran with it on the right side, opposing defence closing in on her. She shot the ball straight up to Astrid who was in a lot of free space just further up on the outside of the box. The ball connected with her feet, with players coming closer she went for it, shooting strongly with her left foot, successfully passing by the goalie and sinking it in the back of the net. The crowd roared, Astrid ran directly to Cortnee who was already running to the younger girl. Astrid jumped onto Cortnee, a wide smile plastered on her face as the rest of the team ran and jumped onto the pair. Her first A-league game and goal and she had brought the team ahead to 1-0 with minutes to spare. 

The game has ended here and the score is 1-0 to Sydney FC with the only goal from number 19 Astrid Taylor. First appearance with this club at 17 years old, after joining the CommBank Matildas a few short months ago. I’ll say it now, I think she’s one to watch everyone, she’s got a strong strike and a great passion for the sport.

After that game, Astrid was gaining more and more minutes with the club, not in the starting 11 just yet, but subbing on towards the end and gaining the position of a ‘super-sub’, never failing to give the team a leg up by scoring at least one goal and a few assists per game right at the end. 

Her parents tried to come to as many games as they could, it being easier with her in the same state and especially when they played against Central Coast United. But when they couldn’t see them in person, they got the extended family together to watch at home. They were so proud of her, finally getting some acknowledgement for all the hard work she had put in from a young age. 

The new year started and the Matildas were off to compete in the AFC Women’s Asian Cup, Astrid and Cortnee travelling over together after their recent club match. 

When they arrived Astrid couldn’t have been happier to see the rest of the team after almost 2 months, immediately jumping on Kyra and Charli from behind when she saw them walking towards the tunnel. 

“ASTRID!” Charli squealed once the attacker had let go and they both turned around and brought her into a tight hug. “Oh I missed you.” Charli smiled before letting go, allowing Kyra and Astrid to hug finally. 

“I missed you guys so much. It’s been way too long.” Astrid spoke over Kyra’s shoulder. 

“Good to have the group back together.” Kyra commented as the pair let go, the three of them now walking down the tunnel together, arms wrapped around each other. 

“You know, I think we could beat Cait, Lani and Macca for the best trio on the squad.” Astrid spoke up as they spotted the three players chatting amongst themselves, her comment catching their attention. 

“Excuse me?”  “What?”  “WOW.”

The three of them spoke after one another, Kyra and Charli trying not to laugh beside the youngest player who was about to speak but Mackenzie got the chance first, a small smirk on her face. 

“Now listen here, child-” She began but was interrupted by Tony calling the group over to the pitch for today's training session. 

“Catch ya later.” Astrid smiled before skipping off with Kyra and Charli, arms linked and laughing. Caitlin, Alanna and Mackenzie stood for a second before laughing and following close behind with a shake to the head. 

Throughout this first training session plenty of laughs and jokes were shared within the team, most coming from their youngest player and quite a few being harmlessly thrown at said player. Astrid was building a dynamic with the squad and it was working well for everyone. 

Astrid had been working really hard over the past few days, hoping to maybe make her debut in this camp alongside Cortnee who had yet to make hers too. The pair had been talking up this camp excitingly since it was announced, both having spent a while on the squad but yet to play. 

And that day came for Cortnee. It was their second match in the competition against the Philippines this time and the Matildas were struggling a bit more than their last match a few days ago when they won 18-0 against Indonesia. They reached half time and no goals were made. The starting line up came back after halftime more pumped up than ever. 

6 minutes into half time and Sam had secured them a goal with an assist from Steph; then a Phillipines player made an own goal and gave them another one. Another goal in the net by Emily Van Egmond and they felt even more hopeful about securing the win. At the 71 minute the substitutions for Aus began happening. When Cortnee, Courtney and Holly got called up, Astrid gave them all a clap and a pat on the back, hugging Cortnee a bit more and wishing her luck for her international debut. 

Astrid definitely had the loudest cheer when Cortnee ran on, subbing for Kyah. The final goal by Mary at 87 minutes and then the game was over. A 4-0 victory and a Matildas debut for Cortnee, it was a good game. The Matildas had another game in the group stage, making it to the quarter-finals with a 2-1 win, but again no debut for Astrid. 

The quarter-finals match against South Korea was a tough one, the first goal of the match being made by South Korea in the 87th minute and ending the Matildas journey in the competition with a 0-1 loss. The team were devastated of course, Astrid slightly upset at not making her debut this camp again, but she had only been on the squad a few months so she knew her time would come. 

When Cortnee and Astrid returned to Sydney FC they both trained really hard, especially Astrid. She knew she had something to prove with both her club and national team and the only way to get there was to keep going. In their second match since returning from camp she made the starting line up and Cortnee could not have been more proud, nor could her parents who had been able to come to the game. 

Astrid had played more than 70 minutes and scored the team 2 goals and one assist before she was subbed off, more than happy with her results and to take a rest from her first long game since joining. At the end of the game, which they had won 5-1, Cortnee and Astrid made their way over to the barricade where her parents and Cortnee’s parents and brother had been chatting while they waited for the pair. 

The two families had joined the next day for lunch to celebrate the win and get to know each other a little better. They could see the sisterly bond Astrid and Cortnee had created and Astrid’s parents were happy to see she was being well taken care of since moving out of home. 

The next Matildas camp wasn’t until early April so Astrid had plenty of time to hone in on her skills, gain more minutes with Sydney FC while also adding to her score sheet. By the end of March she had 16 goals, many more assists and even more determination to be on the pitch in the next Matildas camp coming up next week.

to be continued...

[p1nkm1lkslug]

Okay now jeres the post and I need to sleep-

Here are some dina (judge angels hcs feom my au + her redesign, i had SO much fun drawing her)

• doesn't work for slender or zalgo and she dont fw them at all

• some sort of biblical angle + banshees Hodge podge

• she has numerous forms on a spectrum from her most human form to her true physical form, however no matter how much she tries looking human theres always something sort of off about her that kinda gives people the creeps

• the way her pupils are just a little to big or how she almost nevers blinks, the fact shes always freezing cold or the color of her hair being way to light to pass for blonde

• shes really sweet tho 😭 like in a sorta feral fish out of water way but at least she tries

• has the ability to control most of her features but ultimately based her appearance off whatever she liked (mainly old paintings depicting the virgin mary, however she kinda took it overboard and looks uncanny)

• her form can change and it transitions as well (to switch to another form her pupils expand taking up her whole eye + for her more bird like form her hair slowly gros down and around her face like feathers as they slowly cover herneck and the aide of her face makeing her look like an owl)

• her hair is a very very pale white that fades into a light blonde and gold at the tips that shine when light hits it

• has a smooth and cold face thats pale with soft rosey cheeks that almost seem permanent

• has a ability similar to a banshee where she can scream at a victim and it can sorta melt their skin off? (Yes iv been replaying mk11 and miss spindel)

• the scream is similar to a choir and sounds like that one video of the dude inhaling helium and hitting that beautiful note but on steroids 💀

• her personality is slightly similar to that off tooth from rotg but more calm down

• See's the good in humanity and is quite literally a saint like she is just so djdjdjjd

• she is with helen in my au but im definitely gonna rewrote him cus i for some reason just kinda hate him 💀 and never saw the Appeal of them together?

• she isn't Exactly antisocial its nore that people feel kind of intimidated around her

• if you try staring at her or even try and side eye her just know the second time you glance she is looking you DEAD in the eyes

• doesn't necessarily have a gender and her body reflects that, similar to jack she lacks genitalia and is just smooth in the chest , the only thing on her chest is an eye that shows up depending on her form

• tends to just go by she/her because its the pronouns that she is referred to the most and also doesn't really care much

• asexual and demi romantic

• really loves apple pies and sweet treats that are baked and coverd in cinnamon sugar

• boney, her spine and ribs are very visible

• really likes blending in with crowd's and experiencing human interactions, she's kinda like when kids see animals

• wears lots of cardigans and sweaters along with long skirts or dresses

• also owns a pair of doc martins

• her lips are also pale but have a slightly red tint in the middle that blends out and alot of people tend to assume its blood as her lips look sort of cracked

• in her human form she would have angel wings tattooed on her back and it can switch into real wings whenever she wants (i can not explain exactly how just go watch angels wings from X-Men first class)

• another character she also acts alot like would be qunnie from heartbreak high and silver mist from Tinkerbell

• dont really have an outfit for her exactly? She tends to wear the combination of clothes i already mentioned in more dark or cream colors but for her non human form she doesn't necessarily need clothes? She just becomes a bird thing? Harpy? Howell Pendragon? She basically is coverd in feathers

NOW I POSTED IT RIGHT GOODNIGHT I NEED TO SLEEP I CRASHED OUT RAHH

[jasper-ezra-o]

"I wish you were a girl."

Remus hated that he thought this, hated that it crossed his mind every time he was reminded of his father. He knew his father didn't approve of him being transgender, didn't approve of him transitioning, but to cause his own child to hate himself was a low he never expected in this aspect. His father hated his wolf, this Remus understood though because he hated his wolf sometimes too, but to hate who your child is as a person was not okay. For a father to make his only child hate himself, that was something no child should ever have to go through.

Sirius always did his best to help during these times, but it was hard to try and smooth over something that was beaten into you. His father had screamed until his throat went raw. He had thrown every possible object that was in his reach and could potentially cause any sort of damage when Remus had told him how his body made him feel. That was the day he ran away. He ran as far as his legs could take him, until they gave out under him from pain and he couldn't breathe, until all he could feel was his heart shattering. Luckily for him, he had chosen Hogwarts pickup day. He finished his walk to the station and hoped someone would get his luggage from home for him. He knew he would never be able to face his father ever again and he couldn't bring himself to care.

When Sirius saw Remus, he immediately grabbed his friend without caring about what his parents would think. They said nothing but looked away in disgust. Sirius said he didn't care, that he only cared if Remus was okay. He was not, he was so far from okay that he was surprised he was still standing.

Once they were finally on the train, found the rest of their friends and made a plan. When they made it to school they would talk to Dumbledore, ask if he had a way to get Remus his stuff and if he knew anything about magic for transitioning. They also made a plan that he would start staying with James over breaks and the summer, anything to keep him as far away from his father as possible.

"I wish you were a girl."

His first boyfriend had told him that after a particularly heavy makeout session. He thought what they had might have been real, but he was wrong, and now he knew people thought and wished he was still a girl. That all the pain and suffering he went through was still for nothing. That night he cried as hard as the day he had run, he tried so hard to stay quiet, but Sirius had heard him. That was the first night they cuddled in bed together, but far from the last. Sirius held him so tight, like if he were to even think of loosening his grip his friend might just shatter to pieces. So he held on as tight as he could all night, not sleeping until he knew Remus was asleep and well.

His teachers were informed of his situations, his new name and his gender, and they were supposed to also stop the bullying that may follow his coming out. They didn't. They were the worst of all. They would purposefully misgender him and dead name him in class. They only ever cared about his proper name and pronouns when Dumbledore was around to hear. Sirius tried to help, to tell them they were wrong and rude, but it was to no avail.

"I wish you were a girl."

Remus and Sirius finally admitted their feelings for each other and started going out. The bullying was worse than ever, but with Sirius by his side he didn't care anymore. He had cut his hair and performed magic to correct his body. He was finally the boy he always knew he was and Sirius always told him how handsome he was. That didn't stop the thought occurring the first time they kissed though. He ended up breaking down and Sirius had to take care of him. Remus cried for hours, the trauma of his past resurfacing and making it harder and harder to breathe. Sirius never did stop caring for him, telling him that his father was wrong and he was an amazing boy. That his father was missing out on having the most incredible kid. That people were blind and stupid if they couldn't see the handsome man he was becoming.

The room of requirements was theirs for the next 2 hours, they had decided that they were ready. Remus felt good about himself, his body was fit and he thought his scars made him look hot. Sirius looked incredible, his long black hair shining in the light, his muscles showing already though his tight crop top. Yes, Remus was ready. Until the thought came again... but it was different this time, he pushed it away. He thought it might come back, but it didn't. He had pushed it away, he was finally overcoming his trauma, he was finally overcoming all of the shit his father had done to him. He was finally a man.

(credit to artist)

[sweetmilkbread]

I was tagged by @bobakick to share a favourite piece of my writing! thanks for the tag and I really like reading your except :) I don't normally re-read my fics, so this was fun!

I've put my writing below the cut <3

This fic was super fun to write! The Bear really lends itself to getting descriptive about food lol. I wrote the descriptions when I was hungry in the summer sun.

He made bread rolls from scratch. When he added yeast, the dough breathed and moved when he poked it. Carmy kneaded, shaped and scored it lovingly, hands covered in flour. When the rolls were baked, he could tap on the crust to hear the hollowed sound it made, satisfied. He beat eggs until they swirled like golden suns, poured them over a hot pan until they formed a fluffy omelette. He added in all sorts of things, bright red tomatoes, a handful of basil and melting pink prosciutto. Carmy baked salmon with dill and lemon. He prepared mussels in their black chipped shells, those clots of muscle fragrant and salty even if the wine they were cooked in was cheap. He boiled sugar and berries to make a pot of dizzyingly sweet strawberry jam, poured espresso over ice cream just to watch it melt, spread chocolate frosting smooth over thin layers of sponge cake and candied clementine peels into bright twists of orange.

Also I have to stick this train of thought from a different The Bear fic in because I'm fond of it. Context is the fic is a pre canon character study (I hit Carmy with the Transgender Beam Ray) and this section is build up where the added context makes the canon line weigh differently.

On Sydney's first day, when she asked him why he was working at The Beef, Carmy didn't know what to answer. How could he hope to explain it all? How could he explain Mikey to her? There was so much to say. Mikey was so funny, so warm and so fucking stupid. He could walk into a room and light the place up. His eyes always had that spark in them, his mouth always quirked at the corner like he was about to laugh. He made the best spaghetti in the world, the only thing he could play on the bass guitar was Seven Nation Army, and at thirteen years old he did a killer Oscar the Grouch impression. The first time Carmy tried to do his own T shot, his hands had shook so much that he had to get Mikey to do it for him. There was no one else he trusted with something so personal. Growing up, Mikey had been his biggest supporter, his role model, his hero. How could he tell Sydney that there was no one else like Mikey? And that there never would be again? Carmy fucking hated his brother sometimes. He loved him too, more than anything in the world. And of course, to explain Mikey, the very reason Carmy was here, meant explaining everything else: his Mom, his fucked up stomach, Richie's birthday noogies and Fak's Mario Kart wins, food, fear, his Dad, the barbecue incident, memories, dreams and his transition. It meant diving into his little family unit, his siblings and Richie, and admitting that it drifted apart too soon. Carmy wasn't ready to do that. It would be too much, to unearth all that pain. All that joy. All that time lost in the past, in a place where he can never return to. So to answer Sydney's question of what he was doing there in The Beef, Carmy had just shrugged and replied, "I'm making sandwiches."

My last bit is from a succession fic that I wrote after the s4 bitey episode aired (tw for gore/blood/mild sexual content). Shiv is allowed to literally bite and eat people in this one. Good for her. <3

Like a fine perfume, there are different notes that mix together. Sweet is always the base. The middle tang of copper floods in afterwards. The top note changes; sometimes it is warm beer, other times cigarette smoke, strawberries, pulpy plasma or even salt. Every man tastes different. Leaning over from her side of the bed, Shiv sinks her teeth into the base of Tom's thumb. "Relax," she tells him. They haven't done this in a while. She feels the muscles in his hand twitch as sweet, crimson blood fills her mouth. She licks and the crude, wet noise fills their room. Beside her, Tom moans. The sound of his free hand shuffling to unbuckle his belt and shift into his pants. It took him some time but Tom has gotten used to this now. He enjoys it. He has come to love this part of her.Shiv pulls back and licks her lips. She looks at her husband and smiles wide, a flash of white exposed beneath the red on her teeth.

[thenightfolknetwork]

I have been debating if this is the place to ask for advice, but I need help with a problem.

For context, I’m a recent graduate from uni and gotten a decent paying job and currently renting a flat with a roommate. I still keep in regular contact with my parents and make a point to go to them or they visit for Fridays supper. My issue is my dad scaring off partners I have.

For context, me and my mum are Homo sapiens (which did make me wonder if I should message here) but my dad is a giant.

Now, I never had an issue with it and I’m fairly open about that with friends and some co-workers when they see the photo I have at home, though most ask if he still has the “I’m the dad that stepped up shirt” (he does) more than him being a giant.

The issue is recently whenever I invite a partner over to meet my parents, my dad always scares them off with things like casually showing his sharp teeth or how ‘fragile’ said partner is to him.

Now I know my dad isn’t a violent man, but that’s little comfort to my partners.

Everytime me or my mum tell him to stop, he just says “I just want the best for my little girl” and “if they ran off, they weren’t right in the first place”. Which only makes me think he still sees me as a child, not helped at times when he picks me up like when I was in primary.

It’s frustrating as it does feel like I’m trying to argue with a brick wall. Is there any advice to help out?

I'm very glad you decided to write in, listener. The advice given on this blog, and indeed on our radio programme, is intended for anyone struggling with issues related to the liminal world.

Not only does that not preclude sapios like yourself from writing in, but in fact, intergenus relationships and how we interact with others unlike ourselves are among the most common sort of question we receive.

So, to your question. I think you're right that your dad's behaviour is more in line with an outdated view of you as “his little girl”. Many parents find it difficult to navigate the transition from taking care of their children as children, and taking care of them as autonomous adults.

The issue isn't that he wants to help keep you safe. It's that his specific behaviour in this case is inappropriate.

There are three points at which you can address this behaviour: before, during, and after. When you are planning to bring a new partner home, find some time to speak to your dad one-on-one and tell him about your concerns.

Avoid making accusations here. Tell him that you're excited to bring your new partner to meet your family, but you're concerned that they might not be made to feel welcome. Let him know that you understand that he loves you and wants the best for you, but that his behaviour is actively upsetting you.

You can also discuss with your partner and your mother about how you are all going to react if your dad does indulge in this bad behaviour during the meal itself.

During the dinner itself is no time to launch into an in-depth, emotional conversation. Your dad will be in no mood to listen, and there's a risk he'll feel pushed into a corner and react poorly.

Instead, you, your mother and your partner should react to his behaviour as you would to anyone being unnecessarily rude in public. Stay calm, and give him a moment to correct himself – preferably a good, chilly moment. If he doesn't take the opportunity to smooth this over, ask him outright, “Do you know how that comes across?”

With any luck, he'll catch on and apologise. If he doesn't gloss over the moment with all the awkwardness you can muster. If he tries to defend himself, change the subject. Don't worry about making him feel uncomfortable – discomfort can be extremely educational.

After the meal, leave it a little while before bringing it up. I'm not advocating you give your dad the cold shoulder. If you would usually communicate in this time period, by all means, do so. But don't launch into the conversation all at once.

When you do bring it up, again, you want to remain calm and communicate clearly. You know your dad loves you, and wants the best for you. You want him to be part of your life and that means spending time with your partners. But his behaviour is making that difficult. Hopefully, this will be enough to convince your dad that he would do a better job of looking after you if he stopped throwing his weight around.

At the end of the day, though, you can only control your own choices, not his. If he insists on carrying on in this way, take steps to limit the possible damage he can do. Instead of introducing him to your partners early on in the relationship, wait a while. Concentrate on getting to know your new partner, and strengthening your bond with one another.

Then, when the time comes to introduce them to your family, you can rest easy in the knowledge that your dad can show his teeth and flex his muscles all he wants. The only thing he's going to achieve is making himself look ridiculous.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[callsigndreadfrost]

It just occurred to me that if Lo and Jela's family hadn't been forced to stop using the old way for "surnames" (patronymic, eg: Loke Ingvarrsson and Jelani Leifr Ingvarrsson) Loke and Uthorim's kid would actually be Soren Lokesen.

Jelani and Angelus's kids would be Ayanna Freyja Jelanadóttir and Runar Anatoly Jelanasen.

((No, I didn't misspell Jelani's name. Since his name ends in an I it would have to be changed to an A so instead of Jelanisen/dóttir it's actually Jelanasen/dóttir.))

The confusing part is since both Jela and Lo are married to men I'm not sure who's name gets chosen. I've tried looking this up with no success. My guess is in this situation the parents just choose which one and go with it.

That's a somewhat "modern" take on naming conventions and rules. Further back, like long before either of the boys joined Oracle there actually weren't any actual surnames. Like, okay, someone could address Loke or Jelani as Ingvarrssen but that's more of a way to say "son of Ingvarr". In a more "modern" time like for example around the 1600s both of the boys used Ingvarrssen as a surname when it came to anything "official" in terms of documentation since by this time they were in colonial America. Eh, it took them some time to adjust to that but it was familiar to them. Then around the 1800s it was actually becoming normal for Norwegians to use set surnames and the boys just stuck with it since they'd sort of been forced to do so anyway.

Then in 1923 Norway decided to change how people used surnames. None of 'em were happy with it but as long lived people they had to adjust with the times and the changes that time would bring.

It was actually Sanaa who suggested the entire family use Haakon's name and that smoothed things over making the transition less annoying and more like honoring Haakon by using his name.

It was from then on that the boys changed their surname to a set one. Still felt weird since they're Haakon's grandsons not his sons but again, they had to adapt to the times. Weren't too happy about all the paperwork they had to do though lol but hey that opened the door for Angelus and Uthorim to take their name when they married them.

Lol needed a break from sketching and ended up talking about names.

[felidthing]

oh yeah earlier tonight i was thinking about redfoot after he steps down and how thunderclan reacts to him being left alive

eaglestar and icefang choose not to let anyone kill him, and not to exile him either. they intend to keep him in camp during this unstable transition period immediately after the war- stuff with shadowclan still needs to be sorted out, cats across the territories are reevaluating their lives in various ways and some are changing clans, its not a good time to make any permanent decision on redfoot right now. thunderclan's leadership makes all of their reasons very clear: they dont believe in killing someone as punishment, no matter who it is. they want their leadership to be a new start for thunderclan, and to make a clear distinction from "redstar's thunderclan." and they do hope that redfoot could remain a warrior in thunderclan. its not the sole focus of their decision and they might not believe that as strongly as their other opinions but its there.

redfoot sticks around his littermates that will still speak to him. smokemist is his loudest advocate and truly believes in his ability to change and improve. i think frigidflight doesnt really spend time around him, but its better than leafstorm, who vanishes whenever he's in sight, or darkpelt, who's angrier than anyoone has ever seen her.

the order of events around redfoot's death and applestrike leaving the clans could go in a couple directions. thats what i was thinking through tonight. either applestrike kills redfoot sometime between her announcing her intention to leave and actually leaving, or between the end of the war and her announcement.

announcing her leaving, then killing redfoot- she tells everyone that he started the fight and she only defended herself. but why would redfoot try to kill her if she was already leaving? his grudge made him want her dead, and disappearing wasnt enough? and then when he found out she would be gone soon he had to act quickly? its a question of if he feels strongly enough about her to do that. but then again he's held a grudge against shadowclan for his apprentice dying this whole time. i think he has it in him. and that questioning/conversation could even happen in the story itself

killing redfoot, then announcing leaving- i care SO much about applestrike's choice to leave the clans having One reasoning behind it. applestrike no longer believes in the way the clans live, and chooses to leave and find her own way. a better world is possible. its so important to me that that stays clear. i made hollyfang choose to leave for running-away-from-problems reasons to further stress applestrike's reasons. so im concerned that if she announces leaving after shes killed redfoot and upturned everything in thunderclan itll seem like she only decided to leave because of that

^so right now im leaning towards the first option even though its kind of confusing. i was also thinking about how much this fucks EVERYTHING up in thunderclan. the choice to keep redfoot alive was controversial, but eaglestars word was final and the clan was respecting it. but now none of that matters. hes dead. and thunderclan believes that he's dead because he tried to kill applestrike in revenge and lost the fight. it casts doubt on eaglestar and icefang's judgement. even if it smooths over, its a rough start to a new leadership

im forgetting other thoughts i had on this but i KNOW im somehow bridged into the topic of thunderclan realizing that, like, Everything about applestrike is fucked up because of redstar. he did that to her and it happened in front of everyone and no one stopped it. like literally every emotional and physical damage she acquired was him directly or from his war

[krirebr]

Hey!! I'm a big fan of your fics and write some myself!

my biggest problem is that I have ideas but when I go to write the actual story my brain tries to condense it down into 3 sentences for Max Efficiency™ but then it doesn't read like a smooth fic!

Or my brain jumps from visualizing it but goes blank when I try to put it to words :/

Any advice?

-🌿

(also I recently got into ur Trapped AU 🫢)

Hi!! This is so nice and I'm honestly so flattered that you think I might actually have some helpful advice. I guess we'll see! 🫣 But seriously, I'm very familiar with both of these problems. I think we have similar brains, so I'll try to explain how I work around it.

Ok, for your first problem, I think the first thing to figure out is whether this is an actual problem or if your writing style is just different from the fics you read. There's nothing wrong with being a concise writer! I am too! My prose is never going to be overly flowery, stylized, or descriptive. As much as I love to read those things, it's just not how I write. 'Just the facts, ma'am' is a totally legitimate style of prose. Elmore Leonard (a very successful and good crime writer) gave writing advice that basically boiled down to never describe people, places, or things. (Here's a link to his actual rules of writing. They're delightfully crotchety.) There's nothing inherently wrong with efficiently telling your story.

There have definitely been times when I've thought an event in my story needed to be a whole scene, but could only come up with the three-line version and eventually realized that that was all I actually needed. Sometimes as we're writing we find out that what we thought was a whole scene really only needs to be a quick transition.

Now, if the entire fic is just three lines... Yeah, you might need to flesh things out a bit. I would try to figure out what's happening between each of those three lines. Can you make each line a scene? That could be a good place to start.

As far as the flow goes, I can be a bad judge of that myself, so having a trusted friend read it over and honestly tell me whether or not it works has been a huge help to me. And when agree that it isn't working, it's great to have someone who can help brainstorm how to fix it.

Ok, now on to how hard it can be to move a story from a visual idea to actual words. Honestly, this is the worst part of writing! When I get really stuck with this, I try to come at the idea from a different angle, whether it's a different perspective or timing or location, whatever, just some sort of change to get past the stumbling block. If the words just refuse to come, that usually means that there's a problem with my idea. There have been several times where I thought I've had a great idea but couldn't get myself to write it and it turned out that there was something in the idea that I didn't actually want to write. It's very frustrating. But giving yourself a lot of flexibility helps.

I have no idea if any of this was actually helpful, but I hope it was! And I'm always here to chat through writing difficulties! 💜