#l and c polls

[janmisali]

Letter Tournament: REVERSED C WITH DOT vs L WITH INVERTED LAZY S

Ꜿ (Reversed C with Dot)

SEED: 23

CODEPOINTS: U+A73E LATIN CAPITAL LETTER REVERSED C WITH DOT, U+A73F LATIN SMALL LETTER REVERSED C WITH DOT

BIO: abbreviation for "con" or "com".

ꬷ (L with Inverted Lazy S)

SEED: 106

CODEPOINT: U+AB37 LATIN SMALL LETTER L WITH INVERTED LAZY S

BIO: like ɫ, but not quite as extreme.

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[queer-book-character-tournament]

Queer Book Ship Tournament 2025 Round 1

Rune Saint John/Addam Saint Nicholas- The Tarot Sequence by KD Edwards

Constansa/Magdalena/Alexi– A Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson

Luca Ancier/Touraine- The Unbroken by C. L. Clark

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus- The House In The Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

[ofliterarynature]

TBR TAKEDOWN: GOODREADS, WEEK 25b

The Unbroken (Magic of the Lost #1) by C. L. Clark

I'm trying to trim down my tbr list(s) and I'm asking for your help! Descriptions and more info under the cut. Please REBLOG and add your thoughts!

Every Empire Demands Revolution.

Touraine is a soldier. Stolen as a child and raised to kill and die for the empire, her only loyalty is to her fellow conscripts. But now, her company has been sent back to her homeland to stop a rebellion, and the ties of blood may be stronger than she thought.

Luca needs a turncoat. Someone desperate enough to tiptoe the bayonet’s edge between treason and orders. Someone who can sway the rebels toward peace, while Luca focuses on what really matters: getting her uncle off her throne.

Through assassinations and massacres, in bedrooms and war rooms, Touraine and Luca will haggle over the price of a nation. But some things aren’t for sale.

Date added: 2021

Goodreads: 3.82

Storygraph: 3.89

PRO:

queernorm (I think) fantasy setting!!!

Big chonky fantasy

Storygraph informs me the characters are complex with lots of development

Available from the library in my preferred format (audiobook)

CON:

Dark. Dark dark dark. Not always my thing but if the writing holds up I can go with it.

Also seems like it's going to be focusing on pretty big-scale problems, which is also not my main preference these days. BUT -

[alphabetbracket]

As the end of January and therefore our first month of the new year rapidly approaches, there is surely only one thought on everyone's mind

With 2024 in full swing, how are we supposed to know what letter is THE letter of the year???

In 2023, our champion, the letter X was crowned letter of the year, but it is 2023 no longer which means... 🥁🥁🥁

It's time for a BRAND NEW alphabet bracket!

This year I'll be seeding the brackets AND taking suggestions for the six additional characters to be thrown into the bracket rather than using a random generator to determine letter placement

In order to determine seeding, I need YOUR help to currently figure out what the general popularity of each letter is, so please fill out the form below! Additionally, there's a spot to suggest which six non letters are added to the bracket this year (as I'm sticking with the easy 32 bracket layout and there's only 26 letters so we need 6 more contestants)

The form will remain open until sometime in mid to late February when I remember this blog exists again and organize the results to give you the lineup!

The first round will begin March 1st and will last one week, so ready your propaganda, and prepare yourselves to determine the 2024 letter of the year!

[specificpollsaboutbooks]

F/M Couples S2

Round 1

Anne and Gil :

"The ultimate enemies-to-friends-to lovers ship!"

Cimorene and Mendanbar :

"I don't know how many people on here have even read the Enchanted Forest Chronicles, but I love this couple enough that I had to submit them anyway."

[ourpokemonteamtournament]

Reminder: Only the overall poll winner will go on to the final Shiny Unown Form Bracket.

If you vote please reblog to help us get as wide a net as possible. Propaganda is highly encouraged. Round 48 Masterlist

[haveyoureadthisfantasybook]

vote yes if you have finished the entire book.

vote no if you have not finished the entire book.

(faq · submit a book)

[xheartpages]

Would I be fake af if I'm considering moving Sasuke back to his own blog; circle y/n --

[slashingdisneypasta]

Not everyone made the cut, I wanted to put in the Sinclair's, too, but I only have 12 slots! You're welcome to explain your choice in the comments/tags, but no abusing other people for their taste please!! Keep it friendly ^^ XD

Please reblog! I want to get a big sample size, here XD

[haveyoureadthisscifibook2]

note: this book has been translated into at least 5 different languages, and each translated title is pretty true to the original English, although the Czech translation is titled Ohnivý květ ("Fire Flower").

vote yes if you have finished the entire book. vote no if you have not finished the entire book.

(faq · submit a book)

[i-like-swiss-cheese]

A)

B)

[the-transgenda-agenda]

Today's updates to The Transgender Dictionary.

updates to d page - added definitions, edited definitions, formatting

updates to e page - added definitions, edited definitions, formatting

updates to f page - added definitions

updates to a page - edited definitions (formatting)

updates to b page - edited definitions (formatting)

updates to c page - edited definitions (formatting)

updates to g page - added definitions, edited definitions

updates to sexuality page - added a few terms

updates to h page - added definitions

updates to i page - added definitions

updates to k page - added definition

updates to slur page - added slur

updates to l page - added definition

updates to m page - added definitions, edited definitions

updates to n page - added definitions, edited definitions

updates to p page - added definitions, edited definitions

updates to q page - added definition, edited definition

updates to r page - added definitions

updates to s page - added definitions, edited definitions

updates to t page - added definitions, edited definitions

updates to v page - edited definition

updates to w page - added definitions

updates to in memoriam - sorted names by year of death

updates to third gender - page created

updates to nonbinary page - indigenders moved to newly created third gender page. also, Queer Pagan 1994 newsletter added to genderflux section

updates to voice training page - added "methods" section

[maydayprkr]

if i sold paper bookmarks of like. whatever. blorbos, ships (within reason lol), ocs, etc. for like 5+ US bucks would there be a market for it?

I literally need to make money some how between semesters and I could do some paper folders as well! :0

I also have other things to sell also so like. I have ideas here but I cant do it through the usual selling app I do bc it cost me more money that way.

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Brat Enabler Caleb!

Author's Note: The poll ended 50/50, so I made the executive (and very self-indulgent) decision to go with Brat Enabler Caleb! because sometimes I just wanna be spoiled, okay? Please check out the artist! (Artist & Her Ko-fi!)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and I'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB! reader, pet names, penetration, overstimulation, praise, light D/S dynamics, slight dacryphilia, and 'usage' of his bionic arm.

Caleb loves you like it’s coded into him. Like it’s in his blood, his bones, his circuitry.

He does it without effort, like breathing. Like the pulse of a machine: constant, precise, unyielding.

And he’d give you anything. Anything. Just one pout, one whimper, one soft little “Caleb, please”—and he’s dropping whatever he’s doing to hand it over. A brat’s dream. He doesn’t care if it’s indulgent or excessive or unnecessary. If you want it? You get it.

He’s always there. Cooking your favorite meals with one hand while the other; his right, sleek and gleaming with matte black plating—rests on the curve of your hip as you sit on the counter and sneak bites. That arm, the one people used to flinch at, has never once made you nervous. It’s part of him. Him, who tucks you in like you’re something breakable, who lifts you like you weigh nothing, who touches you with inhuman control and completely human care.

And right now, he’s using both hands: one warm, flesh and blood; the other cool, mechanical precision; to ruin you in the most delicious ways.

You’re spread out under him, legs trembling, body already gone boneless from orgasm after orgasm. You’ve stopped counting. It doesn’t matter. Caleb never stops at one. Or two. Or three.

His thick cock is buried in you, slow and steady, dragging against the places that make your vision flicker. One hand cradles your jaw; his real one, calloused and gentle. The other, his metal arm; is between your legs, thumb pressed to your clit, writing his name into you in soft, pretty patterns.

C. A. L. E. B.

Over and over again. Cold metal, careful pressure, devastating control.

Your skin is flushed, sticky with sweat. Your hands tremble where they grip at his broad shoulders, desperately trying to ground yourself. One of your legs is hooked over his waist, the other shaking helplessly against the mattress, every muscle twitching with the tension he’s building back up in you.

You're crying now, sobbing openly, your voice gone hoarse from how much you’ve moaned and gasped and begged. But he’s not stopping. He’s adoring. Reverent.

“Fuck Pips,” he groans, voice wrecked with how hard he’s holding back. “You’re everything.”

His thumb strokes another letter and you keen, your hips jerking. “Can’t—Caleb—too much, it’s too—”

“Yes, you can,” he coos, leaning in to kiss your parted lips. His tongue traces yours, measured and possessive, like he has all the time in the world. “You can take it. You are taking it. You always do.”

The flex of his hips deepens; calculated, but heavier now. Like he’s letting himself feel just a little more, just enough to tip you further. You feel him everywhere: inside you, against your clit, in the weight of his chest brushing yours, the tremble in his breath. He smells like sweat and heat and you. “You wanted this, remember? You asked for it. And you know I’d never say no to you.”

You grip at his back, your nails catching on the seam where flesh meets metal. He shudders; groans low in his throat, more sound than word.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, burying his face in your neck. “So pretty when you cry for me. So sweet, you were made for this. Made for me.”

You weep at the reminder—how easy it is with him. How good he is to you. The worship, the rapture, the indulgence of it all. The fact that you don’t even have to earn it. You just have to be.

His robotic hand doesn’t falter. Ever. Each movement is exactly what you need, no more, no less. Meticulous. Devoted.

You can feel it building again; your body tightening, coiling, heat spilling down your spine like liquid fire. Your walls flutter around him, desperate and close and so overstimulated. He feels it. He always does.

His voice drops into a growl, desperate and reverent all at once.

“Give it to me. C’mon, Pips—give it to me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

And you do.

You come again; shaking, sobbing, gripping him like a lifeline. Your cries fill the room, gasping and broken, and he keeps moving, keeps whispering, like your pleasure is something holy.

He was bullying your poor sloppy cunt, but in the sweetest way a man could: just enough to make it mean something, dragging it out so every pulse of pleasure felt personal. A gift he was determined to give you again and again, until you had no words left but his name.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s my girl. Mine. Always.”

Only when you’ve gone limp beneath him, body completely undone, does he finally let himself go. His hips stutter, cock twitching deep inside you as he moans your name like a prayer. He stays buried, locked to you, his metal hand stroking your thigh now, pleasant and patient.

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your swollen mouth.

“Breathe, baby,” he says softly, like he didn’t just wreck you with love and machinery and absolute, overwhelming need. “You did so good. My pretty girl.”

And even though you’re trembling, tears drying on your cheeks, the only thing you can do is nod: because it’s true.

Caleb would do anything for you. Break himself in half. Hold you together. Build you a new world with his bare hands.

And you would let him.

Because no one loves like he does.

No one ever will.

[ourpokemonteamtournament]

Reminder: Only the overall poll winner will go on to the final Unown Form Bracket.

If you vote please reblog to help us get as wide a net as possible. Propaganda is highly encouraged. Round 48 Masterlist