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the old music fan experience

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Hiatus starts!

Okay guys as posted my hiatus is effective for a week! I may still look around sometimes but in general ill be moving and busy! ill try to get some writing projects to come back with!

Wish me luck, interview on tuesday for a job i really want!

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tom hardy saying he feels at odds with his status as a male action hero bc he feels "intrinsically feminine" is miles and miles more gender fuckery than anything harry styles has done in his entire career

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is it problematic to sexualize sex?

yeah

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so tired........ but must go brush teefies ;-;

life is suffering and existence is pain

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i want to have. gay sex. get absolutly railed by a man. pounded into a mattrss. called a slur

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I hate you so much LOLOLOL I have been trying to write something like this to satirize everything but unfortunately, satire is NOT my forte. You win, because this is AMAZING. It absolutly SENT ME every single line was a winner

but i especially loved the laughing at the joel would do that crew LOLOL

Its like i always say. Joel probably wouldnt do that. He probably wouldn't let me give him cock and ball torture but if i wanna write it I can. amazing isnt it?

You're a genius and i was grinning the entire time

confessions

the tale of one (fictional) woman's journey (through fiction). told to you by way of a (fictional) story, featuring (fictional) characters.

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If you’re reading this, you’re probably a pervert.

Yeah. You read that right. You’re a sad, lonely little pervert, and we’re all talking about you.

Really, we are. You keep us up at night. All you do is stare at your screen, scrolling and typing and clicking and posting. You’ve probably got a whole queue of posts dedicated to this shit, right? Weirdo. What’s wrong with you? Don’t you have any friends?

Of course you don’t. You’re here! And if you’re reading this, it’s probably because you went looking for it.

That’s where our problem begins.

Joel clicks his fingers in front of your face. “Hey. Are you even listening to me?”

“What?” you ask, looking up from your phone. You’ve been talking to your only friend again; a gray floating head with shades on. You’re not sure what it is about them, this faceless figure: they just get you.

“Unbelievable,” Joel says. He shakes his head and struts off.

“I was listening,” you call, chasing after him. “I heard you.”

“What’d I say?”

“You said something about immorality. And therapy. About me needing therapy. Right?”

His jaw clenches, releasing some sort of disapproving grunt. He gauges the distance between you, making sure it’s a respectable, appropriate five feet before he responds. “That’s about it, yeah.”

“Yeah…” You scratch your head. “And what do I need therapy for again?”

Well, that sets him off.

His eyes widen in shock. He gestures between your body and his, gaping. “How about you trying to dream up some world where you and I are in a sexual relationship? I mean, my God, Fellow Legal Adult, it’s like you’re attracted to me or something.”

Fellow Legal Adult. This is his new thing, the nickname he’s been using since baby girl is too inappropriate in today’s climate. He calls his fictional daughters baby girl, and you’re wrong and sick and twisted for enjoying the sound of it in his waxy Texan accent.

“I just thought it might be some fun to imagine it,” you admit. “I don’t actually want to do it, I just want to play pretend and maybe write a story about doing it.”

“No,” Joel says. “Writing a story about something is the exact same as doing it. Every work of fiction ever is actually the writer’s endorsement of that thing. Shakespeare has been cancelled for years over Macbeth, or did you miss that Twitter thread?”

You pull at the skirt of your sundress. Shit – my bad, you’re not wearing a sundress. That’s overdone. Also kinda slutty. You’re only wearing it for easy access, right? Come on, now. This isn’t one of those fics from 2023, with zero plot and just sex. We’re better than that. We’re literates.

That’s why we’re on Tumblr.

You pull at the skirt of your frock. It’s now ankle-length and much more self-respecting. “I’m confused,” you reply. “So you’re saying no?”

“Yes.”

“You’re saying yes?”

Joel sighs, taking another conservative step back. “No. We can’t. This would be wrong.”

“What’s so wrong with it?” you ask, impatient now. You’ve met all the required terms and conditions of pursuing a romantic relationship with a man who does not, never has, and never will exist outside of the confines of your imagination.

You’re not his best friend’s daughter, because – ew, right? Who the fuck wants to fantasize about a clandestine summer fling with a mature, intelligent man who only has eyes for you, against all odds and rules of society; a man who would put his closest friendship on the line because you are just that insatiable to him; a man who treats you with the respect, trust, and – my God, I’m about to say it – the love that no other boy ever has or ever could?

It’s not like you’re calling him daddy, either. What fucking twisted piece of shit would do that? Doesn’t Joel know about the decades of usage of that term, the sheer number of people who buy into such whimsy, the little fantasy one might like to indulge in while existing on this hellish lump of rock and partake in sex so immoral, so filthy, so – incestuous? And here you are, promising to refrain from such practice. Protecting him and yourself from the dreaded patriarchy, which solely oppresses fictional characters, as everybody knows.

Really, he should be grateful.

Jesus, what else? You dress in a frock and petticoat; your ankles are never on display. You don’t allow yourself the fun of pretty, girlish clothes which feed the patriarchy and may lure the untrained eye into thinking you are – oh, Christ, a child! In actual fact, you’re fifty-two – supremely middle-aged – just like Joel. Actually, you never were a teenager, nor a twenty-year-old, not a dreaded, unsightly, geriatric thirty-year-old at all. And if you ever were, you sure as shit wouldn’t write fiction about it, because it is uncouth, tasteless, and downright predatory to imagine yourself a day younger than you currently are.

No. You marched straight from your poor mother’s body, armed with a smartphone in one hand, X-formerly-Twitter pre-downloaded, with some hefty conservative views to punch into it as soon as you learned how to spell the four most important words: romanticize, fetishize, sexualize and normalize. You’ve spent your entire life hunched over the thing, foaming at the mouth and wiping thick globs of saliva with the back of your hand; screaming at people you don’t know, will never know, and reminding them what ugly, loathsome, untalented, worthless people they are.

What the fuck isn’t there to like about you?

Joel sighs. He shakes his head, then reaches around to his back pocket for his phone.

“I have to check what the people online would say about this,” he says. “You know, the ones with blogs dedicated to policing this kind of thing. They give their summers up for this, Fellow Legal Adult, they’re really brave and inspiring and I owe them a lot for keeping my reputation safe. With all the innocent survivors I’ve killed over the years – not to mention the entire hospital I shot up to save one little girl – I really don’t need a completely fictional relationship to turn me into some kind of bad guy.”

“But it’s just fantasy,” you say. “None of it is real. You’re not even real.”

His jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

You scrape together an explanation.

“I just meant: nothing we do actually means anything. We’re just words on this person’s screen. Look at them, reading about us right now. We’re figments of their imagination! I wonder if I have brown or blue or green eyes; I wonder if you have a full beard or you’re the other guy with the curly hair. It wouldn’t matter either way, because neither of us exist! Right?”

“Not the point.” Joel shakes his head, logging in to his account. “It romanticizes unhealthy sex practices.”

“Joel,” you whisper, with love and patience, holding his little brain like it’s a smooth lump of damp clay. “We’re not actually having sex. Same as you didn’t actually blitz a hospital. And anyway, if I consent and you consent, and nobody gets hurt, what’s unhealthy about sex?”

“It normalizes kink and taboo, that’s what.” He nods, dignified, proud of the argument. It took him a whole hour to come up with. His brain grew one wrinkle in the process. For a little extra punch, he adds, “It’s propaganda I’m not falling for.”

“Using normalize and taboo in the same sentence feels a little contradictory, Joel. You’re starting to sound like one of those freaks with a stan account dedicated to Ellie or Tommy.”

He rolls his eyes and shoves his phone back into his pocket. They’re debating the ethics of reblogging other writers’ work right now, and he hasn’t the time to get into it. “You wouldn’t understand,” he grunts. “You’re fetishizing me, you’re glorifying your own abuse and manipulation, and you’re forcing everybody else to be on board with it too. It’s disgusting, Fellow Legal Adult, I’m actually disgusted.”

“Nobody has to be on board with anything they don’t want to,” you say. “That’s a pretty basic rule of thumb in anything, but especially sex. Are you sure you’ve had enough sex to understand the basic concept of consent? Maybe if you spent less time yelling in your tags, someone might want to…”

He laughs. “You’re just a girl who doesn’t know the ideologies she’s playing into.”

“Which ideologies are those?”

He hesitates. “Patriarchy,” he spits out, the word wobbling across his tongue. It sounds like a big word and it victimizes women, so it must be right. It seemed to come up a lot when he asked ChatGPT for an argument which both liberates and subjugates women. He has no idea what it actually means or how it ties into this discussion.

“So, let me get this straight. You think you’re punching a hole in the patriarchy by talking down to women and comparing them to real-life criminals, all for writing some stories on a fandom website?”

He hesitates. Again. He’s not used to having human interaction without his keyboard to hide behind.

Also: he hesitates because he’s not real. I can’t stress that enough. I’m making this dude do whatever the fuck I say. Look, now he’s on a pogo stick. He’s bouncing all over the fucking joint. Joel would never pogo, I hear you say. Too bad! Now he’s going no hands. Damn, this guy’s good.

“Why would women want to fantasize about some of the shit you write?” Joel asks.

Fuck. That’s a great question. I better make him put the pogo stick down.

“Sexuality is a complicated thing,” you reply. “It always has been. We’ve never really understood human desire; that’s kind of why it’s such a heavily-covered topic in media. It’s not supposed to be interpreted literally. The crazy thing is literature is full of metaphors and symbolism, but people only have a hard time understanding that shit when it comes to erotica.”

He scoffs, twisting the pogo stick into the ground. “So you want me to believe you don’t actually want to fuck the people you’re writing about?”

You purse your lips. “I feel like it says more about your intelligence level that you can’t wrap your head around the concept of a metaphor, than it does mine. Maybe you wanna read more books and less anonymous messages?”

“No, thank you,” he says, waving his hand. “I don’t like to be made to feel uncomfortable. By anything. Ever. I live in my bubble of legality and morality. We’re all good people here. That’s why we have an obligation to bully the living shit out of anyone we disagree with, and threaten their personal safety in the process.”

“Right.” You back up, dragging the heels of your sneakers – sorry, your Victorian boots, no ankles. Suddenly, the thought of sleeping with someone so stupid and immature doesn’t feel as fun anymore.

“Where are you going?” he asks, pogoing after you. His voice shudders as the stick makes contact with the earth.

“I think I’m gonna close this doc,” you mumble, gathering your frock as you jog. “I’ll just open a new one and write a version of you who’s normal and doesn’t talk out of his ass as much.”

“Good luck with that,” he replies. “That’s totally out of character for me.”

In one click, he pauses, glitches, pogo stick springing – before he plummets into the recycle bin on your screen. The silence is bliss.

You look around the room. Outside, birds sing and cars soar by on the street. You remember that the real world exists; with real rules and real codes of conduct which help to protect real people. With real patriarchy: not fictional girls in sundresses who like summers of sex, but instead an insidious rot which runs so deep through society, it threatens to permeate the fantastical.

Here on your screen, a blank page and cursor blinking, just waiting for the stories and silliness you might spill into it – none of that shit has to matter. You are safe within the realm of fiction to be whoever you like, do whatever you want. Even shit that makes other people uncomfortable. Think of it like an intellectual jungle gym for adults.

You can paint yourself brave, beautiful, funny, smart, sexy. You can chase your wildest dreams, accomplish the impossible, fraternize with your favorite characters and exist in faraway universes. You can be desired by everybody you ever wanted, or nobody at all. You can explore things that make you feel good, things that make you feel scared, and no harm can ever come from it.

Hell, you might even learn a thing or two about yourself in the process.

That’s the fucking point of fantasy, you incel pieces of shit. Read a fucking book.

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Somno with Robbie Reyes...

Robbie Reyes x fem reader

Warning: Somno (assume everything is pre-given consent)

Robbie, who comes home late after a night settling the spirits scores

Comes into the bedroom exhausted, but still stops to smile as he watches you sleep

Robbie, who feels his aching bodying morph into an ache in his cock when he sees your bare shoulder

It was hot out today

Robbie, who can never resist your sweet body and pull of the covers, finding you naked on the sheets

Robbie stands above you, slowly inserting two fingers inside, and moans when he finds you dripping with need

"Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of you"

Robbie, whose left hand is still gloved as it runs over your smooth body

Robbie, he takes his time opening you up, preparing you to take him as you sleep soundly on your back

Robbie, who pauses when he sees you stir, fingers plunged deep inside.

He doesn't want you waking just yet.

Robbie, who slides inside with ease despite the stretch, because he took care to get you ready

Lots of kisses, his lips are all over your body with gentle touches and soft moans as he thrusts into you, sleepy.

Robbie, who is whispering sweet, dirty things in your ear as you wake up to him inside you

"You take me so good, baby. Just made for me, aren't you? Made to take me, so sweet and wet even in your sweet"

"R-Robbie?" You wake up cumming, cunt clenched around his cock as it flutters with waves of pleasure

"Shhhhh" Robbie sooths you. "Good girl... almost done, go back to sleep, go- ohfuck..."

Robbie, who can't help cum inside, filling your pretty pussy up as you begin to drift off to sleep

Robbie, who stays inside you all night, too tired to move and wanting to be as close to you as possible

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in case anyone even cares,

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ⓘ two fingers inside her, and five around her neck.

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Robbie Reyes somno send tweet

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sorry but as a palestinian, yeah pedro’s a coward. i wouldnt really call him an alley so maybe don’t speak on this topic since you’re not palestinian!

You can call him a coward if you want but considering Rachel Ziegler’s hate she got for supporting palistine and Jenna Ortega losing a job over it, him posting isn’t without potential consequences. He’s an immigrant in a time immigrants are being persecuted, and immigrants are being targeted for speaking out for Palestine. He has a lot to lose, but still he’s posted and made his stance clear.

I never called him an alley either. He’s a guy. He’s a guy who I agree with on positions and I’m glad he speaks out, but I don’t hero worship celebrities. Him, Gabriel, Oscar, Springsteen, all of them are just men.

like I said in the other post to your other anon, what I said was in response to someone saying he has never spoken. I corrected misinformation because he’s showed support before and after October 7th

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like just because he posts a story on instagram every 2 months doesn’t mean shit. its the bare minimum and its so disrespectful to palestinians to defend him.

Brother he is not a politician nor an activist. He’s made his stance clear, he’s donated, he’s encouraged donations to Doctors Without Borders and has spread information. I’m not calling him a hero or he’s the savior. He’s just a guy. He has no real sway on politics, best he can do is give money and help his millions of followers see the truth

you can wish he’s said or done more but my response was to an anon on a blog say he’s never said anything, which isn’t true. I was correcting a statement that is false. again, you can want more from him but I don’t like he’s a god. He’s not. None of your favorite celebrities are, none are morally pure. None of politically correct every time. That’s just the nature of the game.

still, he has said more than many have, more than most for being one of the biggest names right now with a lot to lose. He’s not the small unknown actor he was when he had a picture taken wearing a keffiyeh years ago. To say that he’s leaving the speaking out to Rachel Ziegler like the anon claimed is incorrect, even if you want more from him, which is valid. I wish I’d seen David Tennant speak on it, but here we are. Signed, someone who has been VERY vocal on all my social media, has taken part in real activism for this cause and others.

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was saying goodbye to my kids at treatment center, if the kids didn’t gesture for a hug I asked them incase they were too shy to ask. Asked the oldest kid there, 13, if he wanted a hug and he said no which is understandable since he’s 13. I asked if he would like a high five instead, since we got along well

he said he’d like a fist bump which I happily gave

one of the group leaders told him “oh come on give her a hug!”

I quickly told him no, he doesn’t have to give me a hug, and added “a fist bump is even better” so the boy knew I didn’t feel it was lesser

no one, but especially children, ever have to hug me if they don’t want too. At 13 he knows damn well what he wants and doesn’t and especially in a group of children who often come from abuse, including sexual, the only time contact is forced is if they are a danger to self or others

my feelings were not hurt, and would not be hurt even if he didn’t want to give a fist bump

You’d think someone in this field would know that

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My beloved junior aid at work, 17

“When was Elvis? 80’s?”

I looked at her flabbergasted

“What? 70s? 60s?90’s?”

“50s!!!”

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Your telling me they missed the protect the dolls pic????? And the famous rainbow hat???? COME ON NOW

thank you for breaking down the confessions blog. Seeing you kinda show they are the minority and how childish they act makes it feel like their words have less weight. And seeing the baseball hat thing just now was such a stupid moment, like, I saw that and just laughed. They must’ve just watch The Last Of Us and read a few Joel fics and then decided to be a hater. Just a twitter teenager.

Yep lol 🫡 like of all the parts to question

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My dad is a cop (dw I don’t fw him) and if I told him (as a minor as this person says they are) I ran a anonymous blog where people sent mean things about writers and actors he, I am not joking, take away internet access and make me do something outside. He was big on touch grass LMFAOOOOO

That nasty blog reminded me I haven't mentioned it in a while. This is for a few reasons... first, we found out for sure that it's just a little circle jerk in an echo chamber. Second, their takes are just beyond parody atp. Third, admins threatened to tell their parents on mean anons, then closed their asks 😳

That dEteCtiVe blog crashed out, too. It announced it was gonna do a quick round of pandering, then pivot to positivity & dialogue, yikes. But it deleted.

Hate stalkers and doxxing - this is why people keep an eye on these blogs - they make people unsafe.

Dear haters - how & why to stop for ur own good

The Flop - no one really agrees with the blog.

Lies - some people will literally just say shit