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The Dyke Project manifesto printed on the back of estradiol and testogel boxes

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What’s your favourite line from good omens?

The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.

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best of the onion

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gertie and gerry :3

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A Captive Witcher (Male!Reader x Geralt)

@capturingthecountryside for Geralt being impressed with his prince being able to put him in effective bondage

You could tell that Geralt was just humoring you when you told him you could definitely restrain a man securely.

And when you ordered some red silken rope to be delivered to your room at the inn when you both stayed in Oxenfurt, he seemed even more skeptical.

"What are you going to do with that, little prince?" Geralt teases. "You do remember that the witcher decoctions and mutations gave me increased strength, right?"

You simply roll your eyes at him and smirk.

"A wager, then, mighty witcher." you announce.

Geralt nods and smirks. "Name your terms."

"I will bind you as well as I can, and you will allow this. If you should break free or wriggle yourself loose, I will be yours to do whatever you wish for the next fortnight."

Geralt tilts his head. "Tempting. And should I not be able to?"

"Then the reverse will be true, and you shall become my obedient and sweet pet for the duration."

He bares his teeth briefly before diving at you to sweep you up in a hug. "Then prepare to be my slave for the fortnight, my prince."

You run your hands over his body as he strips out of his boots and armor, leaving himself in his braies. He shudders beautifully at the sensation - Geralt has so rarely felt tenderness that it threatens to overwhelm him when he does.

You give him a kiss before settling on your task, grabbing one of the red coils of rope and unspooling it. You guide his arms behind his back, and he grunts with mild surprise when you don't let him cross his wrists as he was expecting.

You push his arms until they are parallel behind his back, his hands grasping opposite forearms. The box-tie is far more secure than having the wrists crossed, as it helps prevent the captive from gaining as much leverage and tension.

You coil the ropes over his chest and upper arms, further pressing his arms to his torso. Geralt makes an inquisitive noise as you slip some rope between Geralt's arm and side, which both tightens the bindings and ensures the ropes won't slip off over his shoulders. As a final precaution, you push his hands into fists and use some strips of cloth to secure his hands into little pockets of cloth, so that he can't use his Signs.

With Geralt's upper body and arms well secured, you take a break to kiss him, run your fingers over his nipples to make him gasp.

"Is- is that it?" Geralt asks, and you note the slight catching of his breath.

"Not quite, witcher mine." you grin, and you push him towards the bed so that you can work on his legs.

He lets you press his foot up against his thigh so that you can tie the leg in place to prevent him from extending the leg. It's a bit fancy, but you go a little more decorative to impress Geralt, who stares in awe at your work. You match the ropework on the other leg, leaving Geralt all but helpless.

You crawl up him, leaving kisses up his body, leaning over him, his bound legs framing you.

"One last touch, my love." You whisper, and you quickly wind the las coil of rope around itself until you've made a tight structure like a horse's bit. He instinctively opens his mouth when you press the gag into his mouth. You secure it behind his head and use the trailing tails to pull his head back, attached to his arms. This way he'll fatigue more quickly and he can't look down at his own bindings.

You leave a kiss on his forehead before stepping back, sitting down and watching him from a chair.

Geralt groans into the gag as he struggles to shift his arms and legs. His hands flex beneath the cloth wrappings as he tries to use a sign. He attempts to get some leverage by bending forward, but it pulls on his face due to the gag.

At one point he flips himself over onto his stomach, sticking his rear into the air.

Finally his groans go from struggling to insistent, and you move close to remove the gag - Geralt gasps, exhausted, and kisses your hand as you scratch his bearded jaw.

"I... wow. I'm sorry I doubted you." he says sincerely, glancing down at your knots, which have not budged.

You glance down at Geralt's navel, and the bulge that lies beyond. "Oooh, are you having fun, Geralt?"

He nods. "There's something pretty... fascinating about being so helpless. But not being... afraid? It's good with you." He shakes his head, his words failing him. You kiss him.

"Then perhaps I'll keep you like this more often." You grin, pressing your hand over his mouth and watching him uselessly struggle while he presses his lips to your palm.

"MMmmrrrr."

"Yes?"

"I was just thinking, before you gag me again. You think we could do this to the bard? It'd be so much easier than chasing his loud mouth all over the Continent to get him out of trouble."

"I'll think about it." you laugh, before preparing for a fortnight of Geralt, helpless and all yours.

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I'm sorry but I downloaded maleware onto your computer... yeah no not malware, *male*ware, your computer is a boy now... he said so himself, that's how i know. he also told me to tell you he like-likes you. yeah he still runs like normal he's just a boy now. oh btw he has no more space on his hard drive. yeah...yeah it's all maleware now, sorry

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got exams next week but ive been having silly little thoughts for a while now and i thought you guys are probably starving rn so here it is

imagine a mercenary group made up of hybrids and you, a small lil guy, has been stationed with 2 big burly hybrids for a mission

not sure if i want dog hybrids or cat hybrids or something

snow leopard hybrid and tiger hybrid being protective over tiny black cat darling whos supposed to be their scout. they make up excuses like "youre too small and domesticated to handle such intense missions, just let us pamper you and we'll save the easy ones for you ok?"

or

husky and german shepherd hybrids with a golden retriever darling. theyre all strict and mean business but they are struggling to keep up their professional behaviour when their teammate is literally helping a grandma across the street while theyre waiting for their target to appear

oR

wolf and bear fawning (hah) over deer darling. theyre supposed to be the team's medic and they go crying to you saying theyve scraped a knee or something (when theyve literally taken bullets during missions) just to spend time with you (this ones a little bit too much like my yan!minotaur tho)

idk what do you guys think?

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twitter really liked this one so i'm posting this here... i got into svsss

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I called the pharmacy about why they haven't filled my t prescription and they literally told me they needed to check on something and then put me on hold and then hung up on me

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I still occasionally get the sir uh no ma’am no sorry sir comments almost 6 years on T and a lot of people don’t get why that happens to me but what people don’t get is that most people out in the world aren’t like expecting to see trans people so if they catch sight of my bra line under my shirt or hear me talk slightly high pitched something short circuits in their brain as they try to rationalize that with the rest of my appearance.

I mean I pass the vast majority of the time. Even without binding or packing. But sometimes you’re gonna cause a little short circuit. And you know what? Usually the other person is the one embarrassed in that situation. Not you. For the most part with strangers what gender they think you are isn’t your problem. If you act like your gender should be obvious to them then they’re the ones who will be flustered. Not you.

Make a confused and slightly judgmental face at them or correct them like uh, sir like it’s obvious when they misgender you and that’ll take care of a lot of your problems, I’ve found.

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Hmm I don't think radfems are very left wing actually

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antis: "BUT WHY WOULD YOU SHIP THAT?!??"

me, slurping my ice tea: "it fun :3"

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not to be radical or whatever, but i think that maybe calling women and queer people “pedophiles” for fanfiction is actually not the activism you think it is

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this is for those who despair over seeing ships or tropes that make them uncomfortable while they do their little scrolly-scroll on ao3, acting like they aren’t responsible for their own internet experience

(alternatively, the back button also works)

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This machine kills AI

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aww yuri!!! oh they’re a little bit fucked up actually