#posting freak shit on the freak website

[hotluncheddie]

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Rated: E | tags: objectification, dehumanisation, chubby Eddie Munson, funnel feeding, they’re in love

( This is very self indulgent & inspired by lovely talks with @scoops-aboy86 ;3c )

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Eddie lays on their big kitchen island - Italian marble counters or whatever it was Steve and Robin decided would be best to furnish their LA home. Which Eddie bought for them after his third album went platinum and he decided he wanted a break from touring, and from being in the public eye so much.

Steve needed it for cooking, which he’s always been good at but his now endless time, a calm mind and a preference for cooking classes along with his yoga means that he’s Michelin grade for all Eddie can tell.

And taste, because everything Steve makes for him tastes amazing and Eddie, if he can, and especially if he’s told to, always eats all of it. And some.

So he’s laying on his back, on the kitchen island, and is considering how much longer until they can’t do this anymore, or can’t do it in this position, because his stomach is starting to encroach on his breathing, laying prone like he is. Maybe he could lay on his side, or they could do it on the couch so he can be propped up. Although, that might ruin the whole, vibe.

Eddie’s stomach rumbles gently as he lets his mind slowly filter away anything that isn’t Steve or Steve’s food. Which he gets to do because he’s good, and he earned it. So he knows he’ll get Steve’s food, because he always does, but he also gets extra special treatment because he’s good.

He gets to be Steve’s thing for the evening, which is why he’s on the kitchen island.

‘Dough always needs kneading until it’s smooth.’ Steve mutters, sinking his fingers into Eddie flesh, a small frown between his eyebrows.

There’s an apron tied around Steve’s slim waist, his sweater rolled up his forearms. His fingers dipping into soft flesh and Eddie watched through fuzzy eyes as the muscles in Steve’s arms flex when he manoeuvres chubby arms and legs this way and that. Squishing and squeezing Eddie’s rolls as and when he pleases. Making little grumbling noises as if it isn’t quite right yet.

Eddie’s wholes body is slack, and he’s panting slightly.

Eventually Steve must decide Eddie is properly kneaded and he turns to wash his hands in the sink. This sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine.

‘Oil and leave a warm dry place, let the dough rise until it’s around twice the size it was originally.’ Steve recites, pouring oil over his fingers and letting it dribble across Eddie’s skin.

Steve’s wide palms smooth across the pale expanse, over his tattoos, faded scars and stretch marks, some old and silvery, others pink and fresh with new growth.

His eyelashes flutter as Steve massages him, brain empty to anything other than the feel of his weight being moved. Tended to like the lump that he is, something to work, to help grow.

‘20 minutes should do it.’ Steve mumbles, draping a towel over Eddies torso. It covers him from neck to bellybutton, a thin cotton more like a kitchen towel than bathroom one. It used to cover him to the top of his thighs, but, with Steve here to knead him and prove him and nurture him in that kind way he treats his things, Eddie’s grown so much.

He revels in this as Steve leaves him, shuffling over to the kitchen table to read his book. Eddie left to do his only job, which is lay here until Steve deems him ready for more.

Eventually Steve returns, his slippers padding across the tile and rousing Eddie from his floaty daydreams; fuzzy pictures of Steve using him like as a cup holder or pillow or coatrack. Nice things, warm and pleasant. Taking off parts of him to tuck away in the wardrobe or between the linens. Leaving him in the draw with the cutlery for a while. ‘Think it needs a little longer.’ Steve says, and Eddie cracks an eye open.

The funnel they bought attaches to a stand they had to get custom made so it could be easily wheeled and taken apart. Stainless steel and lightweight, but sturdy for the wide black funnel and attached pipe.

Steve takes something out of the fridge and sets it on the counter with a thud. Then the pipes nozzle is placed gently but firmly between Eddie’s lips.

He blinks slow, tilting his head back and focusing on Steve’s face.

‘The best dough doubles in size after proving.’ He whispers, eyes soft. He checks the placement of the nozzle again and strokes the tips of his fingers feather light across Eddie’s cheek.

Eddie nods.

Cool thick shake hits his tongue and he breaths deep through his nose as his senses light up.

Swallowing slowly and methodically Eddie drinks the shake as it comes, as Steve gives it. He’s just starting to feel the cool liquid lining all four corners of his stomach when Steve pauses, returning the jug to the counter and lifting the towel, poking a finger into Eddie’s belly.

His finger must sink in more than he wants because no sooner had he stopped does the feeding continue.

It goes like that for Eddie doesn’t know how long. All he knows is swallow what Steve gives and keep breathing slow. But once the second jug taken from the fridge is nearing its end, breathing slow becomes more of a challenge, and he can feel how little Steve finger is able to press in. Can feel how the towel has ridden up and is fighting to stay put on the crest of his belly, gathering slightly at his chubby neck.

Finally though, the jug is set aside and Eddie opens his sleepy eyes again. Steve taking the nozel from his mouth and wiping his chin clean.

Slowly the towel is removed and Steve smiles down at Eddie, stroking his hair, and all over Eddie feels sun warmed and sanctified.

‘A perfect rise.’ He whispers and Eddie beams from deep in his chest.

His mind is a gooey expanse, moving slow as warm honey. But he manages to wiggle his fingers and toes just to check they’re still there. His stomach is a dull ache of imense fullness and he registers for the first time his hard cock leaking hot and heavy against his thigh.

‘Now we bake.’

Steve squeezes Eddie’s fingers, moving down the counter and out of sight. He feels hot wet lips kiss his cock head and shudders all over.

Buried deep in Steve’s throat Eddie keens, unable to see him over the rise of his full belly. Eddie lays still because he’s good, only moving his hands in order to grip his own soft sides.

He cums with a whimper and a sigh, everything easy and slow under Steve’s watchful care.

Then Steve is lifting himself onto the counter and straddling one thick thigh. Grinding his exposed cock against Eddie’s underbelly. Hips moving steady and deep, using the soft body that he built. Steve’s eyes are blown and half lidded, Eddie can’t help but stare at the pretty pink of his tongue where it sits over his bottom row of teeth. Steve’s lips parted and panting.

And as Steve spills over, as he groans his release across soft rolls, Eddie’s chest swells. He feels so useful. So needed and good. He got Steve there, to the hight of pleasure, simply by being Steve’s. By letting Steve make him perfect.

‘Fresh bread, my favourite.’ Steve smiles, leaning his chin between Eddies soft pecs and tracing the pink stretch marks on his inner arm.

Eddie giggles. Steve sucks a nipple into his mouth and bites gently.

He sighs, he loves being Steve’s favourite thing.

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Wg tag list: @wheneverfeasible @victorclays @cheesedoctor

[jawz]

that person blocked me and said i'm "on the wrong side of queer history" thinking i'm a heterosexual homophobe, girl i'm gay AND i transitioned in 2011 when your dumb ass didnt even know what transgender meant LMAOOOO meanwhile the mastectomy gofundme on their page fondly recalls being jealous of women with breast cancer. because we all know how lucky those women are.

[m1d-45]

the corner of 1st and 9th

summary: you've given a little too much information to your favorite barista... not that it matters, when he already knows.

word count: 3k

-> warnings: stalking . he is unwell guys

-> gn reader (you/yours) is a hot drink enjoyer . mb

taglist: @samarill || @sarienic || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

< masterlist >

reasons to NOT think that he is stalking you:

you tap your pen on the corner of your paper, eyes glancing between your writing and the clock. there’s no sound but the intermittent ac and the chatter of voices from the common room, a group of your dormmate’s friends that you’re not keen on interacting with. it’s a reminder of the fact that you’re assuredly spending too much time locked up in your room thinking about this, but you can’t stop. you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, about him.

thoma was a normal barista at an innocuous cafe. and he was definitely, assuredly not stalking you… right?

you go there fairly often

the estate was a dimly unpopular cafe set right near your dorms, perfectly on the way to most of your classes and not too far out of the way if you wanted a quick bite. despite clearly being a family business, it had managed to partner with the university, and accepted the meal plan you were forced to buy. given its proximity to you and the fact that the other options got rather repetitive, you frequented the small shop. it was never too crowded, so it wasn’t impossible to assume that you were one of the few regulars.

there were exactly two consistent baristas that worked there, with the occasional new face only ever showing for a few days. there was no set uniform, as far as you could tell. one was a young girl, likely another student, who constantly yawned and always had to push up her sleeves to work the register. she didn’t talk much; the one time you had complimented her sweater, she looked at you like you were a raccoon that had waltzed in and tried to pay with cash.

the other was the object of your paranoia: thoma, a chatty redhead who always seemed to drag out the conversation longer than he had to. he didn’t wear a name tag, but did introduce himself after you gave your name for your order, like you were meeting as friends and not in a mercantile exchange. when he handed you your receipt, there was a doodle of a dog in a suit at the bottom wishing you a good day.

your schedule was rather uneven, what with waxing and waning stress and assignments and the various misaligned tests you had to take. but still, you had credits to burn and their menu was solid, so you came back whenever you wanted.

2. he’s just being nice

thoma was an occasionally odd guy, but not overtly strange. he smiled and said hello and goodbye in the regular tone someone in customer service would, provided they were either really enthusiastic about their job or desperately trying not to get fired. he wore a plain black tee and jeans and despite the silver tags around his neck, never really screamed ex-military. he seemed rather young to be deployed anyway…

regardless, he was still just a normal guy. it was normal to memorize someone’s order if they came back so often, right? normal. it was normal to ask why you looked tired, or what had happened if you were in a better mood, or to wish you luck if you were about to head to class.

he was a normal, nice guy. he never made a big deal if you came in near closing time—in your defense, their hours seemed to shift from week to week—and still recited your usual back to you in case it had changed.

it never did. his smile was proud whenever you said so.

he was forgiving, from what you could see. whenever another staff member made a mistake, or if a customer dropped something, or if a funny looking bird flew by the window and he spilled whatever he was holding, he was quick to laugh it off. he laughed a lot, actually. rarely was any visit when he was working devoid of it, whether loud and excited or quietly amused. when he wasn’t, he wore an easygoing grin, the kind that implicitly forgave you for tripping over your words or the rug by the front door. he worked quickly and quietly and sometimes you’d find you were given a discount “just because.”

3. you’re probably overthinking things.

the problem had started around the same time midterms did.

the attendees at the tables grew sparser, busy studying or sleeping or praying. there were days when you’d walk in and be the only one there, aside from whoever was at the counter that day. when you walked in, you had just enough time to see the deep frown etched on thoma’s face before it slipped away, customer service smile back on his face.

you debated over whether to ask the entire time you waited. it was the polite thing to do, wasn’t it? it wasn’t as if you were friends, but still. if someone’s sad, you ask why. that’s the normal thing to do..

he still called your name, despite you being the only one there. how did this place stay afloat? surely there was some bigger chain willing to pay the rent. the middle of a college campus was the best spot for a place selling caffeine..

now that you thought about it, why was this place so quiet?

you shook it off and went to pick up your drink, finding a small pastry there instead. you blinked, looking up to correct him, but he was already looking at you with the same smile as always.

“they’re going to go out of date soon,” he explained, “and we over-ordered, anyway. take as many as you want!”

…odd. this didn’t look like a new building. did they not know business slowed around this time?

but not too far out of order. you took the freebie, waited a few minutes longer for your drink, and went on your day.

reasons TO think he is stalking you:

he knows where you are

you, like everyone else, had assignments due, and tests to get to. your free time dwindled to a select few naps, and your, like everyone else’s, trips to the cafe slowed to a stop.

and yet, the next time you visited, he knew.

he knew.

you dragged yourself through the doors on a spur of whim, determined to reward yourself for making it through the past few weeks. god, you were tired. you blinked the exhaustion from your eyes long enough to find the barista on shift; thoma, as usual, greeted you with a smile.

“welcome back! same as usual?”

you nodded, digging through your wallet, but instead of punching in your order as usual, he reached behind him, setting down a to-go cup in front of you.

it was still steaming.

you froze, the sight settling into your exhausted mind, unable to even force your hands to pay.

why the fuck did thoma know you were coming back today?

you didn’t even know you were coming. this was an impulse, an idea you barely thought through.

after what you can only assume is too long, he lets out a laugh. not nervous, or uncomfortable, but the same casual laugh as when he spills something while someone’s watching. your eyes find his, easygoing and bright.

“i hope you’re not too surprised,” he starts, like you’re not keenly aware of every beat of your heart. “i just figured you should get some rest as soon as possible.”

is it worse, you wonder, if he just made the same drink every day until you came back and simply got lucky? that’s the only answer that doesn’t involve you calling student services, but even that makes your skin crawl. you pay as fast as you can and grab the drink, rushing the rest of the trip back to your dorm.

it went cold on your desk, too unnerving to ever take a sip of.

2. he knows your schedule

it took… a lot of mental energy to force yourself back to the estate. you didn’t even want to go, not really, but the other options nearby either didn’t take school credits or simply tasted worse. you didn’t know what it was, but it was always off. too strong, too weak, with an odd aftertaste. it was a different problem every time, one that wore down your resistance.

nothing was better than a (technically not) free pick-me-up. you had all these credits anyway, you might as well use them on something you actually liked, right?

it’s not like you were known for making good decisions, okay? maybe… maybe it was just a fluke? maybe you could ask him about it. there’s even a chance that it’s not him working the counter!

…yeah, not a chance. a quick glance inside shows the same bright copper hair as always… though the girl is at the register this time, and he’s in the back. there’s only a handful of other people inside, so you’re probably fine.

you walked in, the bell ringing, a few patrons looking up on instinct. the girl at the register does the same right as thoma abandoned the order he was working on, tapping her on the shoulder. “sayu, let me handle this one, okay?”

great. sayu, apparently, looks at you with what you can only describe as pity, shrugging and returning to the back counter. you stood a bit further from the counter than normal, but thoma still continued to smile.

“hey there! your usual?”

he looked so normal. you couldn’t ignore how pleasant his smile was, how easily he waved like he wasn’t the reason you stayed up until the sun rose, unable to look away from the cup on your desk. it almost annoyed you, knowing he probably didn’t even think about it. so you grabbed that irritation, twisted it into words, and pushed it through your teeth; “how did you know when i was going to come here?”

for a moment, his smile faltered. his laugh was quieter, nervous, nothing like before. he shrugged, pushing up the bandana around his forehead, green eyes avoiding yours. “ah, lucky guess?”

you’re a lot of things. stupid is.. probably on that list, given your presence here, but you’re not stupid enough to believe him about that. to his credit, he seems to recognize that, shoulders slumping with a sigh.

“okay, that’s a lie. i’m sorry.” he shakes his head, as if chiding himself for trying. “one of my friends happened to see you, and he said you looked upset. i thought you might appreciate the thought…?”

yeah, you might, if that wasn’t a fucking insane thing to do.

he looks sheepish enough, or as much as one can when it’s clear he doesn’t actually feel bad for what he did.

“…don’t do it again. it’s weird.”

it’s comical, how much he brightens, standing straighter like a flower finally put in the sun. “of course! if you don’t mind the wait, then i’m not complaining.”

that should have been it. you paid, you waited, and though sayu is the one that makes your drink it’s thoma that called you up to the counter. it’s a constant, at this point, same as your order and the chipper grin as he handed you your drink instead of leaving it there, a wax bag in his other hand.

“take this as an apology,” he explains, “i really didn’t mean to unnerve you.”

sure. you’re willing to believe that, if only for the sake of normalcy. you took both, the warmth easing your tense hands.

he lingered. he always did. he stood, and waited, and when he had enough of your staring, he spoke. “if there’s anything else i can do, just let me know. i could even give you my notes to study, if you want! i know you’ve got a test coming up.”

you’re learning to hate his smile. it’s so easy, his words soft and fluid with a genuine curiosity that sent chills across your skin.

there’s the possibility that he just also attends school. you’re aware of that. you swallowed your fear and managed the breath to ask what you really, really didn’t want to know. “do you also have ms yae?”

if you had access to a time machine… well, you’d stop yourself from ever stepping foot in the estate to begin with. but if you couldn’t do that, you’d come back to that instant, and keep yourself from ever asking such a stupid question.

some things were better unsaid. never did you understand that more than when thoma replied, eyes as sharp as a blade of grass.

“of course not. but you do, don’t you?”

you put your pen down, the ink from your anxious tapping now covering most of the upper corner of the page.

you hate it. you hate it. you hate that you wrote his name willingly, you hate that you’re so shaken by something you could have easily avoided, you hate that your life has taken such a turn.

you should have just stayed gone. you’ve stopped now, but now he knew you were stuck here for this semester. leaving mid-term would wreak havoc on your transcript, let alone your grades or schedule or however you were supposed to find another college to attend on such short notice.

you refocus on your list. objectively speaking, there’s more reasons to think this is normal, but the downside of lists like this is that they failed to fully capture the way your heart had dropped that day.

it was a month ago. a month, and you haven’t been able to stop looking over your shoulder whenever you went outside. you should really just call someone…

would student services be open at this hour?

you dig through the school’s website for a bit, but only find an address and a phone number for the department head. what “department” this falls under, you’re not sure, and you’re not keen on making a call less than an hour before midnight, so you don’t ask either. no dice. not for a few hours, at least. it’s just you, not really alone in your dorm, both because of the phantoms in your periphery and the fact that the walls are thin, letting you hear the cheers and disappointment of whatever game they’re playing in the common room.

it’s a bit of an anchor. the world is still going to turn, after all, and you need to be ready to meet it; you need to rest. being on edge for so long is wearing you down, and the weight on your shoulders will only grow if you keep sitting here. after a moment to consider the paper, you rip the list of your worries into short shreds, dumping the remains into the trash. you stand, stretch, and begin to tidy up, plugging in your phone and reaching for your water bottle, only to find it empty. you must have forgotten to refill it in your panic.. you look to the door, mentally weighing the benefits of going out and refilling it. there’s people in the common room, and you’re not too keen on being looked at right now, but it’s not as if they’re the ones plaguing you. it’s a common room for a reason, and filling it now will reduce the number of things to do tomorrow morning.

in search of a blessing for your future self, you unlock and open your door, the voices getting louder. some are familiar, but you shelve the memories. you have a mission. you unscrew the cap as you walk, aiming for the small kitchenette against the wall. archons willing, you won’t even have to interact with anybody. you walk, avoiding their eyes and even doing a rather good job at it, in your opinion. you fill your bottle, lingering just long enough to get the cap on without spilling anything, and turn to leave.

in a moment of weakness, you glance at the tv. there’s some sort of pvp game going on, with both players and bystanders crowded around the lone couch, most watching the ebb and flow of victory in earnest.

most, except one. on the floor, hands neatly in his lap, is the last person you want to see. he’s missing his bandana, but he still has that same smile, one gloved hand raised in a familiar wave.

you don’t think about what he’s said or done. you don’t think about the fact that you definitely should have told your roommates not to let him in. no, all you can think about is the fact that he now knows where you live, right down to the suite number.

it takes a lot of effort to drag your eyes away, pulling your feet into the dorm. you don’t want to think about how much effort it will take to leave tomorrow.

you don’t want to think about what could be waiting for you.

[puckpocketed]

i do think she made a follow up post saying that she’d never go on hockey tumblr again and not to go and harass people on here. which still isn’t great but is definitely better than her not saying anything

aint no way shes not doing an idle scroll at least once in a while if she was game enough to name search herself/mange in the first place! i fear we cant put the genie back in the lamp or whatever. but i suppose this means she’s not gonna make more content out of it? which. fair enough i would not kick the gossip blog hornets nest either 🫡

all of this has just been a good reminder for me that tumblr isnt the walled garden we like to think it is and there are probably more athletes/family/media/industry people on here than we might first assume — i know for a fact there are people on college campuses with nhl draft picks who have seen my ncaa gifs. they have definitely seen other things by other people. logically, it would only take one of those people to show a player for them to see!

anyways mange if youre reading this please go see your shrimer slides we wailed about your sharks tenure for like months. hopefully one day you’ll have a human looking sv% in the nhl 👍

[mortallyclassypizza]

tfw you start cooking up a new knight/princess post only for it to completely spiral out of control, and suddenly you have 800-ish words and aren't even close to done

i fear i may have posted too close to the sun and ended up writing a short story

[p33p33p00p00]

need tof ucking get off of tumblr being on here is absolutelymaking my ocd worse. however (<- has nothing else to do all the time)

[crossbones-n-skull]

I can finally list this Dragons-damned thing.

On the market. Larvesta with Illumina patterning.

Bug/Fire-type. Male. Ability Flame Body. Knows basic level moves up to Bug Bite. Its markings are a sort of biolumineciance. Glow gets stronger when it can see a lot of stars. Markings fade when in daylight, reappear when it's dark or night. Currently held in a Timer Ball.

Think it's one of the offspring of the two Volcarona that live there. Trust me in saying that they won't be sorely missing one.

Bidding starts around 6k here. Will be delivered via PC system with automatic OT transfer. Message me here or via Gliscord for more information.

[istherewifiinhell]

ohhhh i know i didnt post about this.

they took 03 turtles of pluto tv..... leaving the legal ways to watch it as. 480p dvd box set. or very shittily deinterlaced (BLURRY!) and wrong framerate streaming service.

i mean unless you want to try tracking down all those original 3 episodes a disc dvds on ebay for hundreds of dollars a pop.

[chocosvt]

i am sorry for asking for jun's appreciation posts!! you have great stoicism and patience 😭 i literally wasted a whole day when it was only a week before my college entrance exam (it's known to be hard and i already failed twice) just to listen to fml (seriously fml), but i passed this time!! real life "f my life to fight for my life" moment, swear!!

sorry for the rant! and all the best for the midterms, hope you slay (as always whether it's ffs or exams).

teehee it's okay <3 i am a jun appreciator to my bones!! and i WILL conquer the psycho mv i just need more time 🫣

CONGRATS! that's amazing!! maybe one day out of the week isn't so bad if u rly cracked down afterward (i always tell myself that lolz) and omfg i used to take kpop comebacks so seriously back in the day i would legit set ALARMS so i could watch the mvs right when they came out and it would always be at 6am!! rip timezones :p

and tysm!!! :D

[hotvinimon]

i just found out a really nice websites for book readers.

It's called https://alwaysjudgeabookbyitscover.com.

this is an ethical website and is so fun. try it out

[deepseasmetro]

OP of this post is a transmisogynist and im becoming increasingly so disillusioned with how much intersex activism on this website is enmeshed with transmisogynists and how few TMA/transfem intersex people there are on this site getting attention and actually having a voice in these convos. when your average intersex activist poster reblogs and posts shit like this

what no transfeminism does to a mf. what an immaterial analysis of the forces that cause intersexism and transphobia does to a mf. it pains me that intersex activism is so fucking riddled with freaks such as the popular posters in these screenshots but please do not allow vaguely worded posts to trick you; these are transmisogynists who do not want trans women to have the space and language to talk about the structural violence they face.

[sandpitturtlescove]

(in order: v1/infected, sword, valk, guest)

Guys. What are we doing here. - 🍪

(MY BLOG ISNT A HORNY BLOG I JUST SAY INSANE SHIT SOMETIMES I DONT ASSOCIATE WITH THESE FREAKS /J - 🎤)

"hey cookie why do people not post on here other than you anymore" BECAUSE THEYRE FREAKS AND KEEP MAKING THEIR OWN BLOGS TO HORNYPOST!! OR THEY HIJACK MY MAIN TO BE GAY!! I HATE IT HERE /J - core

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 8

Masterpost

"So I think they're using other languages," Tim says, the moment Bernard opens the door.

"Well hello to you too my beloved boyfriend," Bernard responds, kissing Tim on the cheek and pulling him into the apartment.

"Shut up," Tim says, following Bernard to the table. This is hardly the first time Tim has skipped past pleasantries like that, and Bernard seems to find it more amusing every time.

"Aw, I dunno if I can do that. I really like to talk to you," Bernard grins conspiratorially. "Plus, then I wouldn't get to tell you that you're half right."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously other people noticed the comment, right?" Bernard, gestures towards the computer, where Tim can see the cryptic comment. It already has dozens of responses. "Mostly people are just freaking out about it, because this is like, our first instance of direct communication from them, but one of the people who saw it actually recognized what language it is."

"Just one?" Tim frowns.

"Yeah. It's called esperanto. I googled it and apparently it's a conlang from the late 1800s which is pretty cool. It was, like, invented to be kind of a universal language, I guess? It pulls from a lot of different languages, so that's why it looks like multiple languages."

"Huh."

"But! There's still the encoded portions to figure out, because the translation as-is doesn't really make any sense." Bernard scrolls and points to the translation that a commenter had offered. It reads To be fqzuhsx-ayccas is to be qtdkv-avnwkwkb; the veil afph-gqkduik but it is meant to igpmtwi-ocdq. Determination in the face of doubt.

"Huh," Tim studies the text, then notices something. "They've specifically encoded the verbs."

"Yep," Bernard shrugs. "I haven't tried anything for the encrypted stuff yet; figured i might as well wait for you."

"Okay, well I guess we start with the simplest? We know they've used caesar ciphers before, plus this is in response to what we did with the first caesar ciphers before, so we might as well try one of your decoder websites for that first."

"Seems reasonable," Bernard says, pulling up the website from before. He quickly copies the first word over and hits the button. "Well shit, that was quick."

"Only the first half, though." Tim mutters. "Do it to the rest of them." Bernard copies and decodes the rest. In short order, they have a the first half of each encryption decoded.

"To be gravity is to be orbit, the veil disk but it is meant to eclipse?" Bernard frowns. "That... doesn't make much more sense."

"What's up with the focus on astronomy, too."

"Oh, right, we haven't gotten that far yet. They keep referencing space stuff. There's like, a running theory about these messages being supposed to have come through a black hole?"

"Is that even possible? i thought black holes ate stuff forever."

"I dunno, I'm not really into space stuff. Besides it's like, sure there's evidence for it, and space seems to be narratively important? But the premise seems kind of contrived to me."

"You think they're doing something bigger than what everybody is seeing." Tim stares at the forum thread. If anything was going to give Bernard's theory some credence, it would be what literally just happened.

"Exactly." Bernard posted on a forum arguing that he thought the game ran deeper than people realized. And the creators, who so far hadn't interacted directly, had responded to that post, with a triple-encrypted message.

"Each shift was one further away than the last," Tim thinks rapidly. "It started with language, which could be either a part of the effort to encrypt it, or a part of the intended meaning. Possibly both. Then, they used caesar ciphers for the first layer of encryption, the same thing they used in their first post. How did they encrypt things in the second post?"

"I think I kind of mentioned it before, but the second post used a vigenere cipher. The names of the people in the first video were the keys, if I remember right."

"The first is the key to the second."

"What-"

"Take the second part and decode it with the first."

"Dude your mind is scary sometimes," Bernard laughs, but moves to do as Tim says, revealing the first encrypted word. "To be seen. That works..."

Tim starts writing down the full message, as Bernard decodes the rest. Finally, they have the full text of the message the creators intended to send.

"To be seen is to be remembered; the veil distracts but it is meant to hide. Determination in the face of doubt." Tim reads.

"Huh," Bernard says, leaning over to read it for himself. "Well, now we know what it says. Now we just need to figure out what that means."

[proshippers-against-censorship]

what really irks me about these people going 'you should just tag it accurately/post it privately/keep it to yourself' is that

we do tag accurately

we do make discord servers and private communities and even our own websites for crying out loud

but it never solves the issue because the unhinged fuckers keep actively seeking us out in hopes of purging us from our own spaces, posting shit like "hehe I'm going to infiltrate this and that server/group" and "I went through this tag today and reported everything and you should too" and "omg these freaks are using [tag] or [website] to hide eww pathetic cowards" and callout posts/exposé videos about people who kept their shit hidden

it's so dishonest to tell us to stay away, oh my fucking GOD, because when we do THESE HELLSPAWNS FOLLOW. they. seek. us. out.

and what if we kept it to ourselves completely and never posted at all huh? like let's be honest, would that stop them form being upset at not being able to control other people's thoughts? 'cause it's not looking very good so far chief

Still in shock over the amount of antis on ao3. Bitch, that is the proshipper website made by proshippers. Go away.

[magidoggie]

A LOOK INTO SHI/HIR PRONOUNS AND THEIR ORIGINS

So I’ve seen people claim that shi/hir pronouns are intersex exclusive (mostly intersex people), and others say they aren’t (mostly non-intersex people)

As an intersex person, I've been confused about this for a while, so I decided to look into it

THIS POST WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS, FURRIES, TALKS OF FETISHIZATION OF INTERSEX BODIES, AND INTERSEX SLURS!

Most of the users of these pronouns seem to be non-intersex people, but there are also intersex people who use them.

I've seen a decent amount of intersex people say that shi/hir pronouns are only ours to use, as they were used against us (like a shortened version of he-she). This would make them basically slurs that only we can reclaim.

I've even seen some claims that Geoffrey Chaucer himself coined these words?? (The chaucer thing, I haven't been able to find a source for. Even so, it is most likely just an old spelling of "she/her")

I’ve seen people say it originated on 4chan. It'd be hard to verify, as 4chan is known for not keeping threads up for long. There are 4chan archives, but I've tried my hardest to look for any combinations of things like "shi" and different terms that could work with it like "intersex" "freak" or "hermaphrodite" . I don't doubt it's been used on 4chan, but I can't find much, and archival sites don't go back far enough.

Regardless, the pronouns seem quite old. One thing I did find under the search of ""4chan" shi hir" on Google, was a.. descriptive post on a furry porn website called e621.net

Okay, 13 years ago, that's a start. It certainly contains the word "herm" (short for hermaphrodite), and the word intersex used with this pronoun.

Godspeed TheShadowfox42 I hope you found the image.

Using Google's "Before:(date)" feature, I searched "shi herm before:2010", and unsurprisingly, I found a lot of furry porn.

Stories on sofurry.com, a furry website that looks to be from at least 2007, if not older. I'll spare you the details, but indeed, there, they use shi/hir pronouns for their "herm" characters. Did these pronouns originate from.. furries?? I put that though aside for now, to look further into other uses.

As it turns out, the journey does not end at 2007. Urban dictionary has an entry from 2003

No slurs here, it looks like a neutral usage. Again, going back to Google. Now, search terms "hir "gender neutral" before:2004"

Many results show up now, now articles rather than furries. American.edu (seems to be a university), Swarthmore.edu (this is a college), both from 2001. jstor.org with a journal article from 1999. Unfortunately I can't read that one, as I have to pay a whole $63 to purchase it. I even found a PDF file from 1994 by core.ac.uk

But, what I've realized now is this is not usage of shi/hir pronouns. All of these use Ze/hir pronouns. I don't know if there is any link, but the last pronoun looking the same must've obscured the results.

From the american.edu article on these pronouns. You can see the usage of "hir" alongside "ze", and below it, the usage of ze/zir pronouns, which seem to be used more today.

Shit.. Doing the search all over again with the pronoun "shi" yields.. very few results apart from people talking about Chinese words.

Wait what about those furries from earlier? The tvtropes.org article does include this:

Chakona space? Chakats? Pronouns he came up with? Admittedly I kept seeing these centaur feline hybrid characters come up quite consistently during this dive, but I had to look into it further.

Oh buddy what did I get myself into. This is from 2001 best I can tell, so we're getting quite old here. I scroll down on the page.

And lower down.

Now this is all very interesting speculative biology, but what I'm focusing on is again, the usage of "hermaphrodite" together with the pronouns "shi/hir". Did a furry artist named Bernard Doove come up with these pronouns.

It gets yet older.. New search, "chakats "shi" before:2001"

Again, Bernard Doove's art from 2000, 1999, 1998,

I find a website called yerf.metafur.org It has furry art, dating all the way back to the mid 1990's, but here, on December 23 1998, is the first appearance of these pronouns on that site.

This Bernard Doove person has been at this project, with these pronouns for a while.

From what I can tell, many of his art pieces, they seem to be quite sexual beings. Quite fetishistic of hermaphroditism at times. (or intersexuality, take your pick)

The other thing I found with my search was a website, furry.org.au/bosshoss/

My search says it's from September 14 1998.

That's certainly some information, but it might come in handy. So Chakat Goldfur provided this website? Who is that? Looking into it, that seems to be a character created by Bernard Doove, that acts as an alter ego. Further down, the person running this website lists some other websites they enjoy. One being "Proxima Centauri", which seems to be another furry artist.

"I met this one at ConFURence 8. Very interesting. (Did I mention shi is a hermaphrodite uni-centaur?)"

(For context, ConFURence is a furry convention held in 1997)

Again, the usage of hermaphrodite, and the pronoun shi. At this point, the website being linked to is long gone, but the wayback machine provides help. The website, http://www.spots.ab.ca/~unicorn/main.htm has been captured all the way back to October 8th 1997.

At this time, the website was under construction. No images are willing to load and haven't been archived, but the description is intact.

So this person uses shi/hir pronouns for their hermaphroditic character all the way back in 1997. There are links to other places where this person used to host their works, but they are all down and haven't been archived. The thread is running thin..

Back to Bernard Doove, the Chakat creator. There must be something more to this. Turns out, there was. On the "yerf" website, I actually found several art pieces that were not picked up by Google.

Febuary 22 1997. Getting yet older. In some art pieces, Bernard references "Forest Tale" and "forest tales", so I went looking for whatever that was.

1995?? you've got to be kidding. It's an adult story involving these "chakat" beings, and sure enough, down the page

Shi/hir pronouns used over and over again.

With the use of hermaphrodite.

But.. This is kind of where it ends. I couldn't seem to find anything older, and I'm not going to contact Bernard Doove over this. Even something as old as 29 years is impressive to me. Bernard Doove states his characters were inspired by other furry artists' creatures of the time, but since it's 1995, there isn't much left for me to find here. Anything before that time is probably lost.

With all the information I have been able to gather, it looks to shi/hir pronouns were created by Bernard Doove who is a furry author and artist. Shi/hir were made to be a midway between "she" and "him" in some way, to be a gender neutral word for hermaphroditic genetically modified beings called "chakats" in his stories. As an intersex person myself, I don't enjoy the use of "hermaphrodite" in such a way, as it's a slur for us. But these types of characters also seem to be very old, and we, and our struggles, were completely unknown to the vast majority of people, even moreso than nowadays.

If you use those pronouns for an intersex person who doesn't use them, it is indeed intersexist, as you are implying we are hermaphrodites.

But as for whether only intersex people can use them? I'm not sure. The original intent doesn't seem be directly linked to intersex people. You could argue that these hermaphroditic characters are fetishized versions of how many people see us, and have seen us for a long time. Afterall, hermaphrodite was, and still is, a common slur for us.

I don't doubt some people have used these pronouns as slurs against us as well, but I also haven't found anything specifically that supports that. It always seemed to be for specific fictional characters that COULD be based off specific intersex attributes

I'm not going to argue one way or the other. This was just me trying to find what I could about these pronouns and their history. Just be mindful of how you use these pronouns, and the connections they have to fetishes revolving around the common misinterpretation of intersex bodies (as in, "having both parts")

Thank you for reading.

I hope you learned something. I know I did, and I now have a headache.

[solarsleepless]

its so fucking bad. it was worse before s3 but christ almighty is it bad

do u know abt... the state of sweet tooth fanfiction... bc brother its so bad

I DO NOT WANNA KNOW,,, at this point, fanfiction is 98% for shipping and the only acceptable pairing in ST is like bear and tiger. or jeppard and aimee but that’s like writing fanfic about your parents. will never ever check the ST fanfics because I Am Worried considering most of the cast are children.