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pro tip “he freed his erection” is the most useful phrase in any smut writer’s arsenal because it means never having to figure out a dude’s pants situation. how did he do it? were there zippers? buttons? some kind of bizarre lacing situation? maybe he cut off his pants with scissors. maybe it was a wizard. maybe it busted out like the hulk busts out of his shirts. no one knows. no one cares. his dick is out now and that is all that matters. thank you helpful dick wizard.

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Aesthetifluid

Aesthetifluid: Where your gender is fluid depending on your current aesthetic of interest.

This could be things such as:

-You have a changing aesthetigender (ex: femdoux to hologender)

-You feel more feminine, masculine, or neutral depending on your current aesthetic

-Your current kinshift’s aesthetic influencing your gender

Coined by Anonymous

-Mod Aggro

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Anonymous said: sorry this is kinda obscure but.. could i possibly get some virtua-freddy aesthetics? preferably something dark/sinister if that’s possible-

- mod ring-ring

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Montgomery Gator reply icons ; for anon!

With pastels

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He probably has some hacker kids to babysit or something.  I had an itch to draw Steve Harrington in a cyberpunk look so here we are. 

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David Harbour as Jim Hopper in Stranger Things (2016– ) Season 3 Episode 3: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

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Can you find some clowncore/kidcore pronouns?

i know we have answered some clown and clowncore related pronoun posts before but i just ant find them aaaa!!!

here is some more clowncore pronouns

bri/brigh/bright/brights/brightself

toy/toys/toyself

sticker/stickers/stickerself

care/bear/cares/bears/carebearself

rec/ess/recess/recessself

do/doll/dolls/dollself

ne/on/neon/neons/neonself

smile/smiles/smileself

kid/kid/kids/kidself

bead/bead/beads/beadself

pen/pencil/pencils/pencilself

play/plays/playself

ball/balls/ballself

re/red/reds/redself

pink/pinks/pinkself

orange/oranges/orangeself

brown/browns/brownself

yellow/yellows/yellowself

lemon/lemons/lemonself

leaf/leafs/leafself

green/greens/greenself

blue/blues/blueself

sky/skyes/skyeself

purple/purples/purpleself

sparkle/sparkles/sparkleself

rain/bow/rains/bows/rainbowself

butterfly/butterflies/butterflyself

gatcha/gatchas/gatchaself

necklace/necklaces/necklaceself

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Stranger Things x Scooby Doo Mystery Inc.

I FUCKING LOVE THE MYSTERY INC STYLE SO- this- this is something I had to make. Ft. Billy & Steve in the style (steves came out well, Billys lineart is still too thick but whatever)

Def wanna do another one of these tho!

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POV: pretty boy actually plants his feet for once

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🔫Show me the mafia wip 🔫 -catharrington

You got it, bby! There’s not a lot of it yet, but here is a tiny little snippet from what I have so far:

Billy rolled over and picked up his phone, squinting at the clock next to his bed. 2am. Probably not good news, then. 

“What?” he growled into the phone. 

“Harrington just put his son up as collateral in a poker game.” 

“Harrington did what?” he asked, with genuine confusion.

“You heard me, boss.”

“Harrington sucks at poker.”

“That’s why I called you.”

“Who is he going to lose to?” 

“Could be anyone at the table, really.”

“Offer them whatever they want.”

“Boss—“ 

“You called me for a reason. Whatever they want—just don’t come back here until it’s done.” The line went dead and Billy ran a hand over his face. Steve’s dad had always been a dick, but this was a new low. 

Thank you so much for asking!! ❤️

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Hello! Could I get some nounself pronouns based on the kidcore aesthetic? I know you already gave someone a few kidcore pronouns before but I was wondering if you had any more? And maybe a few arcadecore ones too? Thank you!

kidcore:

plush/plushie/plushies/plushies/plushieself

glitter/glittier/glitters/glitters/glitterself

toy/toim/toir/toys/toyself

fur/fur/furs/furs/furself

fluff/fluff/fluffs/fluffs/fluffself

stick/sticker/stickers/stickers/stickerself

🌈/🌈/🌈s/🌈s/🌈self

🧸/🧸/🧸s/🧸s/🧸self

🖍/🖍/🖍s/🖍s/🖍self

arcadecore:

arcade/arcem/arcades/arcades/arcadeself (hey i use these!)

glow/glow/glows/glows/glowself

game/game/games/games/gameself

cabi/cabinet/cabinets/cabinets/cabinetself

vi/virt/virtus/virtus/virtualself

las/laser/lasers/lasers/laserself

pix/pixel/pixels/pixels/pixelself

👾/👾/👾s/👾s/👾self

🕹/🕹/🕹s/🕹s/🕹self

🎮/🎮/🎮s/🎮s/🎮self

thank you for the request! hope these help! -mod possum

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So I finally got around to making my own pride flag based around my unique gender expression that is interwoven with my status as a nonhuman (corpse) and my rejection of humanity and civilization. The Halloween color palette is because that aesthetic also very strongly ties back into my identity and makes me feel extremely gender euphoric, which also ties back into my autism because it means I experience euphoria through sound, visuals, etc that neurotypical people do not. I used the default trans flag because I do identify as a regular binary male, it’s just that the way in which I experience and feel my gender isn’t something that can be comprehended by humans. I made a couple different versions if anybody wants to use them, however I strongly advise against it and encourage you to make your own unique flag based on your identity if you don’t already have one because we are all individuals and the ways in which we experience our identity ties back in each of our unique experiences and emotions.

The music that makes me feel gender euphoria consists of Radio Werewolf, Alien Sex Fiend, The Phantom Limbs, Skinny Puppy, Nightmare of the Elf, Specimen, 45 Grave and deathrock in general with Ministry’s “Everyday is Halloween” as the main “anthem”. I used the general trans flag as a base with two black stripes (black cats/ death), one bright purple stripe (witches/ bats), one orange stripe (pumpkins/ halloween), and one lime green (monsters / zombies) and created a few versions with different motifs in the upper right corner.

This concept is not its own gender by itself, rather it is a description of the unique way in which I experience mine- it is also a political and philosophical thought rather than just an expression. I downloaded the Halloween themed clip art/motifs and am unsure of who originally designed them, it anybody knows who did I would be happy to credit them.

I will not be entertaining any ignorant comments. If you don’t understand it, and I expect most people will not, please be respectful and quietly move on. My identity is very very dear to me and I identify the way I do due to my experience navigating my spirituality and trauma, and remember whenever you send a cruel message through the internet, a real person is receiving it.

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Ask Me Not Of Why This Makes Perfect Sense™️

Okay so one of my main and largest kins that I’ve had for YEARS is InuYasha Takahashi. I also daydream as InuYasha and am pretty sure that’s my parame in terms of my maladaptive day dreaming, and theres just! A LOT to this kin. So many different versions and versus; sometimes Inuyasha is a trans guy, sometimes a trans girl, sometime non-binary afab, sometimes non-binary amab, and a TON of others without getting into the nitty gritty! Something that prevails is the fact that InuYasha is autistic though, which is where this set comes in! I just, really needed a physical representation of myself.

InuYasha has dealt with a FUCK ton of trauma, no matter what version it is. Stimming helps InuYasha greatly in many situations; however normally my parents aren’t really keen on me being autistic (I think this is a result of my actual parents out here being the same way) and as such, usually it’s not until later when I move in with Naraku (Naraku is NOT an evil S.O.B in my daydreams, usually if he’s around it’s Onigumo whose the bad one, and they’re twins! but generally speaking their family consists of all the version of naraku but i only ever see Kagura and Naraku. I date my naraku! but not all of the time, sometimes i’m still with Kagome, or were in a polyam relationship, or something else entirely!)

Inuyasha’s primary special interest are Cars (the films & the automotive, but the films are InuYasha’s favorite!) and Tools! InuYasha likes to stim with a lot of dog toys; as a half demon for whatever reason I’m just???? Closer??? In my instincts to a regular dog moreso than my older brother or father, who are full demons. I hope! ANY of this makes sense wkxjwkskwownx, but this is also just for me so I also don’t mind if it doesn’t.

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billy has asthma

he was diagnosed with it when he was just eight years old after having a severe attack at school during p.e. and neil thought the whole thing was just an attention grab. always telling him to suck it up after a game of baseball when he was gasping for air. reaching for his inhaler only for neil to knock it out of his hands and call him a pussy. “just breathe you big baby!”

the only reason he even had an inhaler was because his mother would be the one to go down and refill his prescription. but when she was gone, there was nothing he could do. neil wouldn’t pay for it and he didn’t have the money. so he just had to deal. which is hard when the same father who won’t buy you your means for breathing also was the one forcing you to play high intensity sports.

he learned to work around it as best he could. going from an outdoor sport like baseball and soccer to an indoor sport like basketball. cold weather always aggravating it more. he was lucky enough to play center, which meant less running back and forth down the court.

smoking somehow made attacks less frequent. years of training his airway to endure smoke inhalation, it didn’t feel better, but constant uncomfort in his lungs made the symptoms something he was able to get used to. the problem arose though that when he did get an attack, it was ten times worse than what he used to have.

his airway felt like it was entirely restricted. it would burn and he could barely even get a wheezing sound to escape. all he could do in those moments was stand with his hands on his head, shut his eyes, and just pray that it went away before it killed him.

there was a time that it nearly did. it was only shortly before they would move off to hawkins when it hit him suddenly with no trigger to cause it. those were the ones that freaked him out the most and had him tossing himself around his room in a panic as he gasped for air. completely in a daze as he felt the effects of a lack of oxygen start to his him and his vision blurred and he became surprisingly calm. tears filling his eyes as his chest felt compressed by a fifty pound weight and his lungs felt like they were on fire.

he can’t remember much of what happened, other than the bright red piece of plastic being waved in his face that he somehow recognized to be an inhaler saved his life. he only pieced it together when he woke up in his bed with max sitting next to him with her hand on his chest. monitoring him as he slept, feeling the rise and fall and making sure he didn’t stop breathing. she just handed the inhaler to him and said she would tell her mom she lost hers and would need a new one.

he savored it for as longs as he could. keeping close track of the number on the back as it ticked down from the 130 remaining puffs to the low digit that it was at now.

now being a playoff game that billy has admittedly been over exerting himself with. their backup center was out with an injury so billy was playing double the time and he was starting to feel his airway tightening and his breath cold in his throat. coughing up a storm but he just kept on pushing and pushing.

until he’s coughing up blood into the pit of his elbow and he’s getting lightheaded. he’s stumbling across the court and eventually he hears a whistle blow and he’s about ready to collapse.

“hit the lockers hargrove. drink some water you’re done.” billy wants to protest but he’s not even sure he could get a word out if he tried. “harrington, go with him and make sure he doesn’t die.”

steve had rolled his ankle halfway through the game so he was also out. so now you had a limping steve supporting a breathless billy on his shoulder all the way to the locker room.

somehow steve knew exactly what to do. billy was sitting on the bench with his hands up over his head, opening up his chest as steve began turning the showers on to the hottest setting, letting the steam fill the room.

“do you have an inhaler?”

billy nods. it’s getting worse and he can feel the familiar fire in his lungs. he’s fighting hard to keep the tears out of his eyes but he can only hope the hot steam hitting his face can mask the falling drops from his lashes.

“where is your stuff?”

billy can’t answer. his breath literally caught in his throat.

“billy you gotta talk to me buddy.”

he can’t. he tries but all that comes out is a wheeze. he just frantically points to the locker across the room and hopes steve can see where he’s pointing to.

steve practically sprints the ten foot distance over to the locker and pulls the duffel out from inside. chaotically sifting through the contents of the bag until he finds the plastic encasing. running back to billy and putting it into his hands. billy quickly brings it to his mouth, pushes down...

and there’s nothing.

just a pathetic puff of air and it barely helps at all. the counter is at zero and all billy can do is chuck the canister across the floor and shut his eyes and say the little prayer he’s said many times before.

steve’s hands find his shoulders and ground him back to the reality he was starting to escape from.

“billy I need you to relax, okay? focus on trying to breathe. it’ll pass just stay calm for me.”

billy takes in a shaky and wheezy breath. it’s not great, but it’s something.

“keep doing that okay? slow and steady, you’ve got it.”

steve’s hands found their way to his cheeks. he was looking right at billy who had his eyes shut with and uncontrollable stream of tears escaping past closed lids. he knew steve was only doing it to straighten his neck and open his airway, but it felt tender. and it helped in more ways than opening his airway.

it made him feel safe in a way. made him feel like all those times when his mom would do the same for him as a kid. walk him all the way through the attack, holding his hand and securing him.

his breathing started to become clearer and the coughing was less frequent.

“that’s it. I’m gonna go get you some water. I’ll be right back.”

“don’t.” billy grabs steve by the wrist. his voice is broken and raspy. “stay.”

steve just looks down at him and kneels right back down in front of him. taking his hands into his own now that they’ve found their way to billy’s lap. gently rubbing circles into his palms as he can feel billy’s breath become increasingly more even. “okay.”

billy just cries. doesn’t care about how pathetic he looks in front of steve because he’s not in any state to be holding his breath. and steve is nothing but kind. kind to the same guy who was anything but kind to him. wiping away at his tears and talking him down from his combined asthma and panic attack. and he didn’t leave.

hugging him loosely enough to where he could still breathe but tightly enough he felt safe and secure until the final buzzer echoed and the locker room filled with the rest of the team.

and when it was all over, he didn’t tell anybody.

instead billy found an inhaler in his locker the following week attached to a note.

“I saw max’s name printed on the label and she told me. tell me when you run out and I’ll refill it for you. don’t fucking die on me dude.”

- steve