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toomanytookas · 10 months ago

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Hi friends,

A few months ago, I noticed that I was having a hard time keeping track of all of the challenges and projects that folks were organising and making fanworks for.

It made me wish there were a central place where I could go to find them again and because I'm a bit of a nerd for metadata and information organisation, I decided to do something!

The PPCU Fandom Projects Database is now online.

There are listings for both current/upcoming projects as well as masterlists of past projects in the fandom. I’ve put together a little guide here.

More info below the cut. I'm also tagging project organisers so they know they're listed and can decide whether they want to be or not. 💕

What is it?

This is a Notion site where I’ve gathered project information and masterlist links. It also makes different bits of information (such as deadlines and submission types) more readily filterable and searchable than when in the tumblr post format.

What gets listed?

I'm defining a ‘project’ as any type of fandom activity in which someone (the ‘organiser’) issues a call out to the fandom to create, submit, or otherwise participate in something that they are putting together. This is separate from individual rec lists that people have created that are their personal reading activity — the key concept is that multiple people have been invited to contribute information and/or fanworks and/or are engaging in other activities that make the project possible.

I have a project!

If you have a past, current, or upcoming project that you would be interested in seeing listed, feel free to tag or DM me, or you can use the tag #PPCUfandomproject and I will add it as soon as I can. I will also endeavour to add projects as I see them.

It's not on tumblr?!

I recognise that taking this information out of tumblr might not be to everyone's comfort level, so please if your project is listed and you don't want it on there, let me know and I will remove it ASAP. Projects that have been included thus far have been tagged below and I will continue to tag folks when things are added so that there is never an instance where something will be on the website without the project creator being informed about it. If it helps to know, the site is not being search engine indexed.

The listing of my project isn’t accurate/I want to change some of the information.

Just let me know what you’d like me to change and I’ll be happy to do it. 💕

Inspiration.

This was inspired by a project that existed in one of my past fandoms as well as the amazing work in the PPCU space by folks such as @littlemisspascal, @fuckyeahdindjarin, @secretelephanttattoo, and @jolapeno to create lists and directories that enable us to elevate writers and their work in ways that tumblr doesn't necessarily allow for without help.

Project organisers that have been included thus far (Again please lmk if you do not want your project listed!!! 💕)

@almostfoxglove @alyssamariag @amanitacowboy @burntheedges @chaotic-mystery

@chronically-ghosted @dancingtotuyo @dieterbravobrainrotclub @fuckyeahdindjarin @guiltyasdave

@happypedrohours @hellishjoel @iamasaddie @i-own-loki @joelmillerisapunk

@jolapeno @littlemisspascal @magpiepills @mermaidgirl30 @millersflowermarket

@morallyinept @mothandpidgeon @moonlitbirdie @msjarvis @pedgito

@pedropeach @pedrostories @perotovar @pickled-pena @prolix-yuy

@punkshort @romanarose @saradika @schnarfer @secretelephanttattoo

@sp00kymulderr @studioghibelli @the-blind-assassin-12 @tightjeansjavi @tonysopranosrobe

@toxicanonymity @wannab-urs @whocaresstillthelouvre @yopossum @5oh5

@beefrobeefcal

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #ppcu #pedro pascal fandom #ppcu fandom #PPCUfandomproject

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changes · 2 years ago

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Friday, July 28th, 2023

🌟 New

We’ve updated the text for the blog setting that said it would “hide your blog from search results”. Unfortunately, we’ve never been able to guarantee hiding content from search crawlers, unless they play nice with the standard prevention measures of robots.txt and noindex. With this in mind, we’ve changed the text of that setting to be more accurate, insofar as we discourage them, but cannot prevent search indexing. If you want to completely isolate your blog from the outside internet and require only logged in folks to see your blog, then that’s the separate “Hide [blog] from people without an account” setting, which does prevent search engines from indexing your blog.

When creating a poll on the web, you can now have 12 poll options instead of 10. Wow.

For folks using the Android app, if you get a push notification that a blog you’re subscribed to has a new post, that push will take you to the post itself, instead of the blog view.

For those of you seeing the new desktop website layout, we’ve eased up the spacing between columns a bit to hopefully make things feel less cramped. Thanks to everyone who sent in feedback about this! We’re still triaging more feedback as the experiment continues.

🛠 Fixed

While experimenting with new dashboard tab configuration options, we accidentally broke dashboard tabs that had been enabled via Tumblr Labs, like the Blog Subs tab. We’ve rolled back that change to fix those tabs.

We’ve fixed more problems with how we choose what content goes into blogs’ RSS feeds. This time we’ve fixed a few issues with how answer post content is shown as RSS items.

We’ve also fixed some layout issues with the new desktop website navigation, especially glitches caused when resizing the browser window.

Fixed a visual glitch in the new activity redesign experiment on web that was making unread activity items difficult to read in some color palettes.

Fixed a bug in Safari that was preventing mature content from being blurred properly.

When using Tumblr on a mobile phone browser, the hamburger menu icon will now have an indicator when you have an unread ask or submission in your Inbox.

🚧 Ongoing

Nothing to report here today.

🌱 Upcoming

We hear it’s crab day tomorrow on Tumblr. 🦀

We’re working on adding the ability to reply to posts as a sideblog! We’re just getting started, so it may be a little while before we run an experiment with it.

Experiencing an issue? File a Support Request and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can!

Want to share your feedback about something? Check out our Work in Progress blog and start a discussion with the community.

#tumblr update

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blorbocedes · 6 months ago

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Got any conspiracy theories you believe in? My brother thinks that wwiii will happen in our lifetime

yeah. mines that all the tech companies aggressively pushing gen AI to their stuff like all the search engines coming with AI summaries and Grok on twitter is to make the general population so reliant on AI summaries that they cannot parse through a text by themselves. I see this with my classmates who can't do a single submission without chat gpt anymore and practically use it like google. Like you voluntarily Chose a reading heavy, dense degree and now you're asking chatgpt to feed you baby slop. you cannot dumb down critical texts and all the AI summary bots have a very surface level reading of the texts that doesn't engage with the nuance or argument At All. being able to read a text is a skill in and of itself, and giving up that skill by letting your brain muscles atrophy while you get babybird fed AI summary of Dostoevsky leads to an entire class who didn't read the text parroting the same points. and well. the very rich people behind this tech who is dumping billions into making it so accessible so they can shape the literal ideaology of what you understand... do you trust elon musk to tell you the empirical truth? then why would you trust his language model

#blorbocedes ask #kooky bananas

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penvisions · 1 year ago

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wish i never met you {a garnish one shot}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Fear of rejection and messing up so beyond comprehension makes you regret crossing the professional line and getting to know Joel as you do now.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: canon typical language, joel thinks he's the one in charge but we all know it's really reader, religious contemplation, mentions of past trauma, mentions of bad family dynamics, smoking, consumption of alcohol, menstruation, talk of menstruation, blood, cramps, muscle soreness, unorthodox pregnancy announcement, reader is a hot mess, allusions to adult content, allusions to smut, mentions of past p in v, might need to add more if i missed anything!

A/N: wrote this as part of a fun, silly fic title prompt game submission from a sweet anon. it totally inspired an angsty din piece at first that i have in my drafts but then these two slammed into my brain and hijacked the idea. i just love them, your honor. i have so much love for them. NOW I KNOW THIS SUBJECT MATTER ISN'T FOR EVERYONE, I REALLY DEBATED POSTING THIS OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS BC I KNOW IT'S NOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEA but i feel like this is a good trajectory for these two, truly. i'm so sorry if anyone disagrees with the direction i took this in and i hopei t doesn't take away from the original series for y'all

ao3 link || series masterlist || main masterlist || ko-fi

“No, fuck off.” Was the quick response to a wide palm caressing over your back. You were hunched over your crossed legs on the couch, aware of how bad the position was for your posture. But it was the only way to find any relief on your aching back. You had thought it was cramps at first, really, but then you realized all the symptoms of your monthly cycle fell in line with something else when the bleeding never started.

“Excuse me, darlin’? You sure you wanna use that language with me?” Joel’s deep voice was tinged with an edge, giving you the chance to retract your expletives. You were never so outright with your denial, never wanting to deny the man a few feet away. But the way in which you had expressed it to an obviously exhausted Joel was maybe too bold for the late hour. But you didn’t take it, instead repeating yourself.

“Kindly, fuck off. Don’t touch me.” You pulled away from him, hunching lower under his hand to break the contact.

“That’s not much better, ya know.” Joel’s hands shifted to his waist, a thick brow raised as he took in the sight of you nearly balled up, the faint light of the screen lighting up your face as you ignored him.

A harsh contraction of your muscles had you groaning out, “I wish I never met you.”

“C’mon now, you don’t mean that.” Joel huffed, trying to keep his calm, but you knew it was hard for him even if you really didn’t feel all that good. You never took your pain or frustration out on him like this, it was always soft murmurs of ‘hold me’ or ‘can I borrow your warmth’. Never the way you were reacting now.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into y-“ His mouth snapped shut, eyes focusing on the screen. On the words you had typed into the search engine. Normally he would tease you over the typos, your fingers not working as quick as you mind for all the grace and focus you normally had to expertly wield a sharp knife.

Your heart thumped at the sudden silence. The fizzling tension that had filled the room.

“Don’t!” You gasped out, slamming the laptop closed and shielding the device with your body completely.

“Darlin’…” You swore you could hear the cogs turning in his head. Thinking back on the depraved as desperate way you had been seeking him out when he returned home from a late shift at the restaurant even despite the haze of sleep, in the mornings before you had to peel yourself away to go to campus, the photos you had brazenly sent him without warning that had him shielding or turning his phone over throughout the day. Thinking back on the way you had been inhaling food at any occasion, none of your normal contemplation or silence after what you considered a binge. Thinking back on the way you had begun to complain of your work clothing feeling wrong and too tight on your aching body as you dressed in the morning.

When he moved to sit on the other side of the couch, far too close for comfort, you shied away and pressed your back into the arm on your end.

“Not gonna touch ya, you have my word.” He raised his hands placatingly, his expression so soft that the tears burst from you without warning.

“You do-don’t wanna touch me. Not anymo-more.” Hiccups jolted your body, making the skin you were already uncomfortable in tingle. “I ruined ev-everything.”

He regarded you with a small frown, his plush lips pulled down as he clasped his hands together in his lap. Just as he opened his mouth to speak the words flew from you.

“I remember what you said, on the line.” You narrowed your eyes at him as they echoed in your head.

‘It had been a slow day, prep and cleaning taking over most of the evening shift. It had been back before you had taken on a role in the kitchen. Sneaking fries from the bowl of them on the expo line. They hadn’t been hot or even salted, but they were better than snacking on the fruity garnishes at the bar.

He had been passing the time with who you hadn’t known at the time was his brother, Tommy. Who had driven into the city to help take a look at the empty lot beside the restaurant, both of them contemplating the construction of a patio. But they had ended up in the kitchen, hunger too strong a call.

While Joel was on the line, Tommy was beside you, sneaking fries with a wink in your direction. But you ignored him, focused on looking through the catalogue of one of your vendors. Trying to make a seasonal menu. But your ears caught the harsh grunt of the man your eyes trailed over in the midst of busy nights.

“Wouldn’t do it, no.”

“C’mon, you seriously tellin’ me you wouldn’t baby sit for me if I were to gift you with a niece or nephew.”

“No, ‘m too old. Hire a babysitter.”

“You’re full of it ‘n you know it.”

“Brother, a baby is a lot of work. Now, your baby? Even more so.” Joel leveled his brother with a look that silenced any other argument on the matter.��

The moment he realized what you were talking about, his brows flew up into his hairline and he breathed out a hearty chuckle.

“Darlin’, I was just givin’ him a hard time. You gotta know that.”

“I didn’t know you.” You stood up from the couch, body protesting the movement. Cupping a hand over your mouth, you breathed harshly as you tried to tamp down a bout of nausea. “And now that I do, I’m gonna have to consider literally everything on my own and I’m gonna hate how much it hurts to not know you any longer. I wish I-“

“No,” He sighed, brow furrowing before he pinned you with a serious expression. “You do know me now and I wouldn’t turn my back on you, on this. I’m in it, pretty girl, no matter what you decide to do.”

When you whipped away from him, shuddering breaths wracking your sore body, the crack of your voice on a sob spurred him into motion. His arms came around you slowly, giving you the chance to retreat if it wasn’t something you wanted. But you let him, the feel of his chest warm and soothing on your aching back. The push of his soft stomach comforting. His chin hooked over a shoulder, and he spoke in such a somber tone.

“Darlin’, I always thought I was too old to do this again. But I haven’t crossed fifty quite yet and the thought of you carrying my child, of loving me and my child. God, I would give anything for it to be our future. To see you blossom into yourself more, to show our baby the same devotion you give to everything in your life, you deserve somewhere to put all your love.”

One of his hands moved over the one you had on your middle. Holding you so secure, holding you both so secure.

“Joel…it’s a lot. It’s….we’re not even-“ You turned in his arms, facing him. His beautiful, open expression so full of love and adoration, all of it for you. Your heart melted in your chest, dripping low to flutter in your stomach. You weren’t even overtly religious, left over from the trauma of your childhood. Of being forced to attend mass and important holidays alongside your grandparents. The denial of your father never urging you to seek out a higher power in replacement. But the thought of technically being single and going through something like this. It made you afraid.

“There’s a ring in my sock drawer. Got it the day of our first do over date. ‘s why I was so close to the campus. It’s yours. I’m yours. This could be yours. But only if you want it.” Joel’s forehead lightly thumped against yours as he pressed in close. His breath a warm wash over your face, smelling faintly of cigarette smoke.

Looking between each of his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitancy from him it was quiet. When you didn’t find any, you felt a smile pull at your lips as you nodded your head in affirmation. Wet laughter bubbling up as his lips pressed to yours, a smile of his own for you to feel on them.

“But I still expect you to propose, can’t skip any steps with me. I know you think you’re hot shit with being crowned the city’s most prolific chef of the year but I swear to-“

He cut you off with another kiss, his moustache ticking your upper lip as he nipped at your bottom one.

“I don’t wanna miss any steps with ya, darlin’. I’m here for ‘em all.”

It was hard to ignore the stirring of other feelings in your body, drowning out the aches and pains. But when realization hit you, you pulled back with wide eyes.

“We’re gonna have to stop drinking and smoking!”

“We?”

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penny-anna · 10 months ago

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You mentioned that you were able to get some poetry published. May I ask how you went about that? I'd really like to publish some of mine, but I'm not really sure where to start

Hello!! Yes I can offer some advice

These days I use a website called The Submission Grinder:

It's a search engine for fiction & poetry markets and also a submission tracker. Makes the whole process of finding places to submit very easy!

Most publications will require a cover letter - you want to keep this to the point, here's a page w some examples:

https://www.writersdigest.com/personal-updates/sample-cover-letters-for-poetry-submissions

Literary magazines generally recommend reading an issue before submitting to get a feel for what they like.

They will have a page with submission guidelines on their website, make sure to always read this in full as sometimes they have specific requirements around formatting, file type, etc.

Some magazines will ask for a third person author bio upfront so good to prep one - this should be about 50-75 words and include some information about yourself and any relevant achievements. Some people get creative with this but OK for it to be to the point.

& finally, a good way to go about it is to find the most prestigious publication that might take your work & work your way down from there. That way you should end up in the best place that'll take you!

ETA: just to add, the Submission Grinder isn't a complete database of all magazines (obviously) so also good idea to google something like 'poetry magazine submissions' and seeing what comes up.

I'm also subscribed to a newsletter called Authors Publish Magazine who amongst other things send out listings for magazines

if you have twitter then worth following some poetry magazines as in addition to announcing their own submission windows magazines often retweet each other so good way to find out about opportunities

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lgbtqtext · 1 year ago

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Rules, Guidelines & Tag Guide (Read first!)

Rules:

1. No bigotry of any kind.

No homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, lesbophobia, aphobia, racism, anti-semitism, sexism (of any kind,) ableism etc. This includes transmedicalism and any bigotry against any LGBTQ+ identity. Respect neopronouns. Respect xenogenders. If you're anti-MOGAI, you're not welcome here. Body shaming of any kind towards anyone is not okay.

2. No discourse.

This is not a debate blog. Do your own research and respect people's identities. I do not engage. Don't feed the trolls. Do not argue with each other in the notes.

3. No harassment/rudeness.

Do not harass me. Do not harass anyone in the notes. Don't be rude to me or anyone in the notes. Harassment and rudeness are not tolerated here in any capacity, for any reason. Do not contact me on behalf of a person I've blocked.

4. Do not steal my content.

You may repost or use my content for your own purposes, but please give credit. A lot of the fonts I use are for personal use only, so if you want something for commercial use, you'll need to request what you want and give me credit. Do not repost or use my content for your own content if you break any part of rule 1, 5 or 6.

5. No MAPs/Zoos.

No exceptions.

6. No radqueers.

Anyone transabled, transspecies*, transrace, transage, etc. DNI. I do not take requests for radqueer or radqueer-adjacent things.

*By transspecies, I mean the radqueer transid. Not therians/otherkins.

7. Do not interact with my NSFW posts if you are a minor.

Sometimes my posts are NSFW or NSFW leaning, and will be tagged with 'minors dni.' Do not interact with those posts if you are under 18. If a post I make is NSFW or NSFW-leaning and is not tagged with 'minors dni,' please let me know ASAP so I can tag it properly. Sometimes I forget to add important tags. If I catch you interacting with these posts and you're a minor, I WILL block you.

8. Don't be overly sexual in replies/reblogs, especially on posts that aren't about NSFW topics.

While I do make text about NSFW LGBTQ+ things from time to time, please don't be overly sexual in the notes. This goes double for posts that have nothing to do with NSFW of any kind, as minors are allowed to interact with those posts and I don't want them exposed to NSFW topics.

9. Don't be pushy.

If you've sent a request, be patient! I get a lot of them and have ideas of my own, it takes time and creative energy to make this content. Being pushy or rude is a fast way to get blocked. Not all requests will be made, and though I make the vast majority of what's sent to me, these are made for free. I am not obligated to make every single request I receive. Do not offer to follow me/advertise me in exchange for animations.

10. Please use Google if you don't know what an identity I've posted about is.

The LGBTQIA Wiki has a ton of pages about many different identities. I do not answer comments in reblogs. Please Google something if you don't know what it is, Google is a lot faster than me. If you can't find it through a search engine, try searching Tumblr. Some identities are very obscure and are only able to be found on Tumblr or sometimes Pinterest. If you search and truly cannot find any information about an identity I've posted about, then it's fine to ask about it.

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The tags will always have what identity I'm posting about in them. Please read the tags so you ID my posts properly.

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Don't send asks, messages, replies or comments in reblogs promoting yourself. Do not ask me for money. Do not advertise to me or to anyone in the notes.

Guidelines:

1. Use the ask box to request.

Please do not request in messages, replies, reblogs or the submissions box. If you have a request, send me an ask. Use the default ask font/color. Please put the text you're requesting in quotations. If the ask box isn't available, it's because requests are temporarily closed. My description always has my request status in it.

2. Do not send multiple asks for multiple requests.

Multiple requests are allowed, but please keep them in ONE ask.

3. Limit requests to 3 animations or less.

Some animations are quick and easy to make, but having a ton of requests can really pile up. If you send more than three, even in multiple asks (which you should not do anyway,) I will just pick three to make and leave the rest. You can always request more later, at least 3 days later.

4 . Limit requests to 3 paragraphs or less.

Ideally, requests should be no more than one paragraph, but the absolute limit is three paragraphs.

5. Keep requests LGBTQ+ related.

This is LGBTQtext! Requests must be at least loosely related to being LGBTQ+.

6. Don't request anything that breaks the rules.

Do not request any text that breaks any of my rules. Make sure you read the rules. Do not request NSFW text if you are a minor.

7. Be specific with requests.

Tell me what you want the animation to say. 'Something _ related' or 'Something about being _' isn't enough for me to go off of.

8. Text animations with LGBTQ+ slurs are requestable.

I will not make animations containing slurs that are not LGBTQ+, like the n word, for example. Any slurs that are used against LGBTQ+ people are requestable, and will be appropriately tagged.

9. I will only remake an animation if I get something wrong.

If I make a mistake (like a spelling/grammatical error,) I will remake the animation. If you want a color scheme from a certain flag to be used, you have to tell me first. If you don't tell me which flag to use, I will likely use the most common one for that specific identity. If you want a specific animation, please tell me in your request.

Tag Guide:

Trigger Warnings:

I add trigger and content warning tags to any posts that contain things that could potentially trigger/upset anyone.

TW slurs - Added to any posts that contain LGBTQ+ slurs, including the q word. Some people have had traumatic experiences with that word, so I TW any posts containing it.

TW q word - Added to posts that contain the q word. Some people have trauma involving the q word, so I tag it as potentially triggering.

TW _ slur - Added to posts with specific slurs. For example, a post containing the f slur will be tagged 'tw f slur.'

CW politics - Added to any posts that contain politics.

TW AGAB mention - Added to any posts mentioning AGAB.

TW breasts/TW genitals mention - Added to any posts mentioning breasts/genitals. This is because certain body parts can be triggering to people with dysphoria/trauma.

TW fetishization mention - Added to any posts mentioning fetishization.

TW sex mention - Added to any posts mentioning sex.

TW blade mention - Added to any posts mentioning blades/bladed objects.

TW family issues mention - Added to any posts mentioning family issues.

TW sexuality - Added to any posts mentioning sexual things, like sexual desire for certain genders. It's not about sexual orientation.

TW deadnaming mention - Added to any posts mentioning deadnaming.

TW misgendering mention - Added to any posts mentioning misgendering.

TW homophobia/transphobia/etc - Added to any posts mentioning bigotry towards LGBTQ+ identities. TW tags are specific to the identity mentioned, like 'TW panphobia' for mentions of panphobia.

TW Sexism Mention - Added to any posts mentioning sexism.

TW TERF mention - Added to any posts mentioning TERFs.

TW JKR mention - Added to any posts mentioning JKR.

Minors DNI - Added to any posts that mention NSFW things.

A note about it/its pronouns and genderqueer posts - I will not be tagging posts mentioning it/its pronouns or being genderqueer as triggering, but if you are sensitive to it/its pronouns or the q word, please go to your Tumblr settings and filter out the 'it/its' and 'genderqueer' tags. Filter out whatever you need to. I add q word tags to almost every post, but I put them at the very end of the tags so people don't see them as much. If any of my text says queer, I tag it with a TW. If you want to filter out text that has the q word and not all of my posts, filter out 'TW Q word' and/or 'TW Slurs.'

Content Types:

Glitter Text - Added to any glitter text I make.

Image Text - Added to any posts that have text over an image.

Still Text - Added to any text that doesn't move.

Not Text - Added to any posts lacking text graphics. This is for text posts or answering asks.

Important - Added to important posts.

Update - Added to update posts.

_ Colors - Added to all posts to tell you what colors are used from certain pride flags. For example, if I use colors from the lesbian flag for an animation, I will tag it with 'lesbian colors.'

_ Text - Added to all posts to tell you what identity I'm posting about. For example, if I'm posting text about being nonbinary, I will tag it as 'nonbinary text.' I did not start doing this until years into making and posting text, so if you search my blog for certain text, not all of it will show up. You could also try simply searching for the identity, like just searching my blog for 'nonbinary.'

Final Note

These rules are subject to change, and I may add more. Breaking any of these rules will earn you a block. I also block at my own discretion. If you're being overly negative, rude, inappropriate, etc. I will block you. Follow these rules, and we'll get along! This blog is centered around positivity.

Please remember that I am a real person. I am not a graphic design machine. I am not a public figure or a celebrity- I am literally just a dude running blogs on tumblr. I have a life outside of these blogs. I am not obligated to make every request I get. I make this content in my free time, for free, and you are simply not entitled to my free content, free time, or my creative energy.

If I ever do anything that is offensive or incorrect in any way, it is not intentional. Please (politely!) let me know so I can correct it.

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lgbtq-userboxes · 9 months ago

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Rules & Guidelines (Read first!)

Rules:

1. No bigotry of any kind.

2. No discourse.

This is not a debate blog. Do your own research and respect people's identities. I do not engage. Don't feed the trolls. Do not argue with each other in the notes.

3. No harassment/rudeness.

4. Do not steal my content.

You may repost or use my content for your own purposes, but please give credit. Do not repost or use my content for your own content if you break any part of rule 1, 5 or 6.

5. No MAPs/Zoos.

No exceptions.

6. No radqueers.

Anyone transabled, transspecies*, transrace, transage, etc. DNI. I do not take requests for radqueer or radqueer-adjacent things.

*By transspecies, I mean the radqueer transid. Not therians/otherkins.

7. Do not interact with my NSFW posts if you are a minor.

8. Don't be overly sexual in replies/reblogs, especially on posts that aren't about NSFW topics.

While I do make userboxes about NSFW LGBTQ+ things from time to time, please don't be overly sexual in the notes. This goes double for posts that have nothing to do with NSFW of any kind, as minors are allowed to interact with those posts and I don't want them exposed to NSFW topics.

9. Don't be pushy.

10. Please use Google if you don't know what an identity I've posted about is.

11. If you're going to add a content ID to my posts, please do it correctly.

The tags will always have what identity I'm posting about in them. Please read the tags so you ID my posts properly.

12. No spam.

Don't send asks, messages, replies or comments in reblogs promoting yourself. Do not ask me for money. Do not advertise to me or to anyone in the notes.

Guidelines:

1. Use the ask box to request.

Please do not request in messages, replies, reblogs or the submissions box. If you have a request, send me an ask. Use the default ask font/color. If you want the userbox to say something specific, put the specific text in quotations. Otherwise I will make a userbox that says "this user is _." If the ask box isn't available, it's because requests are temporarily closed. My description always has my request status in it.

2. Do not send multiple asks for multiple requests.

Multiple requests are allowed, but please keep them in ONE ask.

3. Limit requests to 3 userboxes or less.

Some userboxes are quick and easy to make, but having a ton of requests can really pile up. If you send more than three, even in multiple asks (which you should not do anyway,) I will just pick three to make and leave the rest. You can always request more later, at least 3 days later.

4. Limit identities/labels for userboxes to 10 or less.

I can only fit so many flags into a collage and words into a userbox. Remember that you can request up to three at a time.

5. Keep requests LGBTQ+ related.

This is LGBTQ-userboxes! Requests must be at least loosely related to being LGBTQ+.

6. Don't request anything that breaks the rules.

Do not request any userboxes that break any of my rules. Make sure you read the rules. Do not request NSFW userboxes if you are a minor.

7. You can request specific colors/flags!

You can tell me what colors you want, down to the hex codes. I can change the color of the border, the right box, and the text. This isn't necessary, as I do color scheme most requests on my own. If you want a specific flag to be used, please tell me which one it is!

8. Userboxes with LGBTQ+ slurs are requestable.

I will not make userboxes containing slurs that are not LGBTQ+, like the n word, for example. Any slurs that are used against LGBTQ+ people are requestable, and will be appropriately tagged.

9. I will only remake a userbox if I get something wrong.

If I make a mistake (like a spelling or grammatical error,) I will remake the userbox. If you want a certain flag to be used, you have to tell me first. If you don't tell me which flag to use, I will likely use the most common one for that specific identity.

Tag Guide:

Trigger Warnings:

I add trigger and content warning tags to any posts that contain things that could potentially trigger/upset anyone.

TW slurs - Added to any posts that contain LGBTQ+ slurs.

TW q word - Added to posts that contain the q word. Some people have trauma involving the q word, so I tag it as potentially triggering.

TW _ slur - Added to posts with specific slurs. For example, a post containing the f slur will be tagged 'tw f slur.'

CW politics - Added to any posts that contain politics.

TW AGAB mention - Added to any posts mentioning AGAB.

TW breasts/TW genitals mention - Added to any posts mentioning breasts/genitals. This is because certain body parts can be triggering to people with dysphoria/trauma.

TW fetishization mention - Added to any posts mentioning fetishization.

TW sex mention - Added to any posts mentioning sex.

TW blade mention - Added to any posts mentioning blades/bladed objects.

TW family issues mention - Added to any posts mentioning family issues.

TW sexuality - Added to any posts mentioning sexual things, like sexual desire for certain genders. It's not about sexual orientation.

TW deadnaming mention - Added to any posts mentioning deadnaming.

TW misgendering mention - Added to any posts mentioning misgendering.

TW homophobia/transphobia/etc - Added to any posts mentioning bigotry towards LGBTQ+ identities. TW tags are specific to the identity mentioned, like 'TW panphobia' for mentions of panphobia.

TW Sexism Mention - Added to any posts mentioning sexism.

TW TERF mention - Added to any posts mentioning TERFs.

TW JKR mention - Added to any posts mentioning JKR.

Minors DNI - Added to any posts that mention NSFW things.

A note about it/its pronouns and genderqueer posts - I will not be tagging posts mentioning it/its pronouns or being genderqueer as triggering, but if you are sensitive to it/its pronouns or the q word, please go to your Tumblr settings and filter out the 'it/its' and 'genderqueer' tags. Filter out whatever you need to. I add q word tags to almost every post, but I put them at the very end of the tags so people don't see them as much. If any of my userboxes say queer, I tag it with a TW. If you want to filter out userboxes that have the q word and not all of my posts, filter out 'TW Q word' and/or 'TW Slurs.'

Final Note

If I ever do anything that is offensive or incorrect in any way, it is not intentional. Please (politely!) let me know so I can correct it.

#admin #rules & guidelines #not a userbox

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byuljoonie · 2 years ago

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Plastic off the sofa // kth

I like it, baby

pairing: dom!kth x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, ftl, unedited

word count: 1.7k (Prologue)<—coming soon

warnings: spit, unsafe sẽx, choking, anal play (fingers), oral 4f, downward dog, deep voice shenanigans, pet names, intimate love ig🥹

Note: spare me it’s thursday and I’m reeling !! Hope you enjoy🕴🏾 -dubu♡

A faint blush resonated on your cheeks in the car, every passing street making the butterflies flutter away in your tummy.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel firmly, eyes concentrating on the road in front of him. A small smile lingered on his lips upon entering the vehicle. His recent brazen behavior echoing through his mind.

You glanced at him secretly trying not to make a sound, yet like he can read your thoughts he looked over at you unexpectedly.

“Something on your mind, pretty?” He turned back to the road, his attention still focused on your dilatory response.

“Mmhm.” You said shyly, titling your head to cutely punctuate your playful words. He turned down a familiar street his apartment building coming into sight.

“And what would that be, y/n?” He said huskily, glancing over at you with a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.

“You.” He pulled into his parking garage and turned off the engine, taking his seatbelt off swiftly to shift in his seat and kiss you. Reaching over the console was uncomfortable but your lips soothed any thought of pain in his body.

He pulled away from the intense kiss letting you catch your breath, “ready?” He questioned breathlessly. You nodded biting your lip unconsciously.

He walked around the car to let you out, locking the door as you walked hand in hand to the elevator. Once inside the apartment, his demeanor changed completely. He walked over to the large sofa leaning against the side of it coolly.

“Come here, baby.” As if your feet were uprooted from the ground you crossed the space between you. His hands instinctively wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in. He stared down at you entranced by your beauty, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Listen closely, okay?” He began seriously, “I don’t want to hurt you, so you have to tell me when you’re uncomfortable.” He searched your face for any trace of fear or worry, but he was met with a sultry half-smile.

“I want you to use me, Taehyung.” You watched his eyes darken in delight, a huff being pushed through his pink lips from a small chuckle. He ran a hand down the back of your neck, gripping and pulling your head back. Squeezing your lips open and spitting in your mouth without warning. Your cheeks warmed up at his actions, but you swallowed submissively, your pussy getting wetter by the second.

“My pleasure, angel.” His lips found your neck in a frenzy, being met with a small hiss as he soothed over your love marks with his tongue.

“All mine,” he muttered against your neck, sending a vibration down your already sensitive skin. You feel his hands snake their way down your waist, tugging at the zipper on the side of your skirt. He ran a finger down your thigh, running his hand under your skirt to feel your dewy skin.

He placed his hands on the hem of your skirt yanking it down your legs and letting it hit the floor. “Turn around,” he said gingerly running his lips along your lower jawline making your eyes close in bliss. “Need to make you feel good.”

His eyes pour into yours as he runs his hands along your curves, savoring the feel of your body. He halted his movements over your clothed chest. Removing your shirt and massaging your tits until they were aching for more. He carefully spun you around, removing himself from the sofa. Letting you face away from him and bend over the arm.

He sunk to the floor letting his knees make contact with the plush rug that stretched luxuriously throughout his living room. He placed a hand on your backside and spread your legs slightly. Craning forward and placing a kiss on your ass cheek. Without warning you felt his nose nudge against your pussy, your arousal slipping down your leg.

“Please,” you murmur, knees buckling when Taehyung articulately licked a strip down your swollen cunt. He inhaled your scent lustfully, groaning in elation.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby” he ran his middle and ring finger down your slit collecting the juice like a sweet nectar was at his disposal. He placed his fingers on his tongue moaning at the taste, a shiver creeping down your spine.

He rose from his position on the floor, crouching slightly as 2 of his fingers rested over your cunt. He sank his fingers inside you, watching as you arched into his touch.

“Shit —” he cursed, slowly pulling out and setting a steady pace, learning your body and its reactions. “Taking my fingers like a good little slut. What happened to my Angel hmm?”

You whimpered at his words, fucking yourself steadily on his nimble fingers, earning a chuckle from him that almost sounded like a deep rumble escaping his chest. You clenched around his fingers tightly, rutting backwards letting out a pitiful whine.

He massaged your clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers press knuckle deep inside you. He moved his thumb to rest over your asshole, not halting his movements.

“Can I?” He asks putting slightly pressure where his thumb is. You nod sheepishly, cheeks warm and flushed as his fingers violate you.

“Good girl” he groans, pressing his thumb into your hole, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling. Desperate moans fall from your lips as he increases his speed.

“Taehyung,” you whimper softly, brain turning to mush. He hummed with faux empathy, leaning down to kiss and lick at your hot exposed skin.

“I’m so close,” you stutter weakly, chest heaving to catch a breath. He finger fucked you relentlessly smiling at the way your body reacted to his touch.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” He taunted sexily, groaning when you clenched around his fingers in response, your mess coating your legs and his unforgiving hand. He pulled you closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach unraveling intensely. With a cry of his name your hips bucked as you arched back slightly, shaking. He slipped his fingers from your cunt, rubbing your overstimulated clit as you cum all over his hand.

“So good for me, beautiful.” He stood up quickly, moving you over to the spacious sofa, letting you rest your weight on him as he sat you down. He stood in front of you swiftly removing his shirt and losing his pants in the same motion. You stare at his body in awe, finally getting to take in the man you now call lover.

“Lay on your back for me,” he leaned down planting a kiss on your pouty lips. You nodded against his lips, moaning into the kiss when his hand unexpectedly met your neck, squeezing firmly.

You broke apart and obediently followed his orders, shivering when your bare skin made contact with the chilly fabric. You heard rustling behind you and assumed Taehyung was discarding his boxers. A lustful creature snuck into your body as you felt your pussy leak onto the cushion, muttering soft moans as you writhed desperately.

Taehyung watched you amazement, the tip of his cock aggressively leaking down his shaft. He was uncomfortably hard, veins prominent around his shaft.

He climbed over you, hovering with one arm down to steady himself and the other hand lazily stroking his cock. You huffed in frustration shaking your ass slightly to encourage Taehyung to hurry. He grabbed a nearby pillow and gently placed it under your lower stomach, increasing the angle of your hips.

“Patience, princess” he groaned out huskily, fisting his girthy cock firmly. He lowered himself and ran his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness while relishing in the raunchy squelching noises.

“Need you hyungie, please” you begged mercilessly, craning back for more friction against his length. He sunk into you slowly, moaning at the warmth of your wet cunt. You whined at the pleasurable stretch gripping the edge of the sofa tightly as you took him completely in. He let you adjust to his size before he started kissing down your back, retracting his hips before hurriedly going back inside you.

He ground his hips against your ass, pinning your hands beside your body. He took his time fucking you passionately into the soft cushions. He moaned your name deeply, complimenting your body in endearing ways.

“You take my dick so good,” he cooed sweetly, looking down to watch your bodies connect in a sticky mess. His movements speeding up steadily as he found your sweet spot. You yelled his name in pleasure, tears brimming your eyes as he aggressively fucked into you repeatedly.

“Fuck —“ you barely whimpered out, face flush against the cushions. Your chest heaving, nipples sensitive as they rub on the soft fabric. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, your eyes stinging with tears.

“Your pussy is so pretty when you clench around me,” his hips rhythmically stutter downward, his balls slapping against your exposed skin. The filthy sound of moans and heavy breathing filled the living room.

“Hyungie, can I cum for you please?” You cried out pushing back to meet his hips with every thrust.

“Yeah?” He crooned hotly, “you wanna cum for me, slut?” He pressed more of his weight down on you, leaning down to approve of your dire question.

You felt your stomach tightening upon your release, sparks flying through your body as he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch inside you, causing you to clench around him. He shuttered at the feeling, sloppily fucking you before he released ribbons of warm cum inside you.

He slipped his cock out of you, turning you over and sliding in the space next to you. You rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you both came down from your everlasting high. He kissed your forehead attentively.

“Was I too rough, angel?” Taehyung asked worriedly, running his hand down your shoulder to your arm until his hand reached yours, grabbing it tightly.

You smiled up at him softly, eyes filled with unadulterated love. You squeeze his hand in response, rubbing small hearts on his chest with your other hand. Bodies entangled on the sofa with silent admiration closing the minimal space.

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13leaguestories · 6 months ago

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I've seen you elaborate on Tsering's attitude towards Moran (sub/dom thingy) and I was wondering if you had for other characters, I'm dying with curiosity to know what they mean, and I didn't find an ask regarding it on your blog (so sorry if you have, the search engine is ass) I'm asking because Zihr kept doing ping pong with the rebel and compliant stats which was really funny. Zihr is the "I hate you... but I love you... but I hate you" meme and in the heart is Moran.

I can post the others (just romance since that's what it seems you're looking for). When the guide comes out it'll be there too so you won't have to try searching the asks for them.

Tsering - Dominant(+) versus Submissive(-). Though it has a bit to do with how Tsering wants you in bed, this mostly has to do with how Tsering will approach and respond to you and how you do him. A Moran who usually takes initiative, beating him to the punch and teasing him relentlessly will find Tsering far more submissive. Whereas a Moran who gives him little and acts a bit more modest with their flirting will see Tsering far more dominant in his own flirting. A dominant Tsering will see Moran as an equal, whereas a submissive Tsering will believe them to be more of a superior.

Checl - Nervous(+) versus Teasing(-). If pursued, Checl harbors a deep crush for Moran before the story has even begun. Used to Moran’s ways, Checl finds herself either nervous or in a teasing mood depending on how Moran reacts around her. A Moran that gives sudden compliments and seemingly aloof flirtations will find that Checl is far more nervous about what they may or may not have. Checl often finds herself unable to respond. While a Moran that openly flirts and teases Checl will have her react in kind. Checl will still seem nervous at times but mostly be open and receptive to Moran’s assertiveness.

Zihr - Direct(+) versus Reserved(-). Between being forthright or nervous, Zihr has the capacity to be either depending on how a flirty Moran deals with him. A Moran that teases and throws their flirtation around will find Zihr to be far more nervous with his own feelings (-). He will attempt to speak in riddles and never says what is exactly on his mind due to believing that Moran may not be as honest and open as they seem. While a Moran that takes Zihr far more seriously and has a more admiring and mild flirtation towards Zihr (+) will see him being more direct, wishing to know what Moran is really thinking.

Commander Sin - Career(+) versus Family(-). Unlike many others, Sin’s romantic disposition has a direct effect on what they will do in the future and has little to do with whether Moran teases them or not. If Moran constantly speaks about the now and how their goals are important then Sin will lean more towards career (+). If Moran speaks more about the future and finds themselves asking what happens when all is done, they will find Sin leaning family (-). Family Sin will be a bit more optimistic about what is to come and far more likely to speak about what they want from life.

#sos ask #subject to change

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 1 year ago

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Sorry if this has been asked before, but what's your process for selecting songs to create polls for? I have an extremely wide music interest range, but I feel like even I would have massive blindspots for a lot of stuff, just because of the sheer amount of music that's available, difficulties with search engines, and the user-reinforcing nature of algorithms on most sites.

So far, I'm extremely impressed. One particularly-niche artist I love has appeared on here before, which absolutely made my day. If there's a random-selection tool you're using, perhaps selecting from a massive, community-built database of song listings, then I'd be very interested in knowing about it. If not, then once again I'm really impressed by the range you've been finding so far, just based on genres alone.

Hope you're having a great one!

asfkjfdhr i just really love music? :'D it's my autistic trait, I think.

I have siblings who are up to 20 years older than me so I grew up with their music as well as my parents' music while the other kids my age had never listened to that stuff but i made them, i got to listen to music from "the other side of the world" through foreign family members, I was pretty much glued to MTV, and Eurovision can be quite a good source as well. And then there's the movie soundtracks....!!!! and there were a few anime years as well with all that music, too. It all have been a great way to expand the interest range without even being aware of it, i think? There have been some fantastic new discoveries to me amongst the submitted songs but i've also been lazy and chosen submissions that's already been in my mp3 collection. I am slow with working my way through the submitted songs but there's gonna be more of them, I promise!

idk i just thought this whole music hoarding thing was normal when growing up and then I realized it wasn't and I guess I've finally found a use for it now lmao 😂

The process of picking songs pretty much goes like "I love this one! And this! I don't love this but it's cool and different so in it goes! But I love this! And this! And thi- no wait that is too similar, I'll hold it for a while. And this! Oh and a submitted one! And this!"

That said there's only one song i've actively searched out and it was by googling "2024 number one" for something brand new from this year.

Which artist of yours was it that was posted? :D

Thank you so much, and I hope you have a great day too!! 💖💖💖

#other

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fandom-imagines-stories · 2 years ago

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This is Just the Beginning

Raylan Givens x Reader

Words: 2907

Summary: The reader’s husband finds out she’s been investigating a series of disappearances without telling him after she comes home with a dislocated shoulder and a concussion.

Notes: I don’t really know where I was going with this one, but you know what, it was fun to write. I couldn't resist writing a good 'who hurt you' story with Raylan. I also might write more to this story, hence the cliffhanger, but I thought that starting off in the middle of the drama would be fun to experiment with. I love me a good in medias res. This man has taken full control of my brain, so be ready for possible other Timothy Olyphant appearances on this blog.

Other Crime Drama imagines: HERE

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and jerked your arm. Biting your lip, your muffled cry of pain still filled the bedroom as you popped your shoulder back into place. Your vision blurred even more, adding to your already dizzy state. You stumbled your way to the bathroom where the mirror revealed more carnage.

A large gash on your forehead explained the pounding in your head and a massive mark on your left cheek showed the beginnings of a nasty bruise. As for the rest of you, it felt like you’d been trampled by all of the horses in the Kentucky Derby.

All to get you to stop looking. To scare you into submission. To forget about all of those girls.

Instead, it just pissed you off.

But that would have to wait. For now, you were just grateful your husband would be out of town until tomorrow. It at least gave you some time to figure out how to hide your injuries so he didn’t have a goddamn heart attack. The last thing you needed was to have to explain what you’d been doing that led to you getting jumped in the parking lot of your work.

What Raylan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Hoping to distract yourself from all the throbbing and aches throughout your body, you pulled out your computer to get some work done, maybe figure out who it was that attacked you. There were moments, between the swings and the yelling, that you thought you got a good enough look at the bastard. Skinny, white, teeth that hadn’t seen a brush in years, and you were pretty sure he had a tattoo on his hand. You should know from how many times it smacked you around.

You flexed your jaw, wincing. “Son of a bitch,” you muttered, pulling up your search engine and typing in the Chamberlain Family Movers website. The cover image depicted all of the members of their little clan of criminals. You narrowed your eyes and leaned over your screen to get a better look.

The front door opened.

You slammed your laptop shut.

“Shit,” you said. “Shit shit shit shit shit.” You scrambled to your dresser for your concealer. “Raylan, honey, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he called back, sounding tired. “Got the job done early so they sent me home.”

“That right?” In your hurry, your hand swept the tube of makeup you needed and you watched in panic as it rolled behind the dresser. “Goddamnit.”

“Guess that means we can break open that wine you wanted to, huh?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice!”

There had to be something. You had to find something. You tried reaching behind the dresser, but it just made the screaming pain in your shoulder shoot up again and you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from making any sound.

Heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs.

You kept your back to the door and your arm behind the dresser.

Raylan opened the door.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, clicking the door shut behind him.

“Looking for my makeup,” you said, your bruised cheek pressed against the wooden surface.

“In the dark?” He turned on the light. “Do you want some help?”

“No, no, I almost got it.” You stretched your fingers, accidentally bumping it further away. “Shit.”

“Are you sure?” He chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining about the view here, sweetheart, but that cannot be comfortable.”

“Almost…” You caught the tube of concealer between your middle finger and pointer. “There.” You stood up straight, careful to not be facing him. “Now I’m gonna go put it on. I want to look pretty if we’re having a date night.” You hurried to close the bathroom door, putting an inch and three-eighths between you and his gaze.

“Hold up,” he said before you could close it. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” You kept your face turned away. “I just want to put on some makeup.”

You almost had it. Just a few more inches…

Raylan put a foot in the door. “Why won’t you look at me?” He put a hand on your cheek.

“Raylan, wait,” you said.

He turned your head to face him and, immediately his face changed. His mouth fell open and his hand fell to his side, but it was his eyes that got you. Oh, his eyes. They filled with worry, but with that, there was a fire. A fire that burned all the way through you.

“What happened?”

You held up a hand, motioning for him to calm down before that flame in his eyes turned into a wildfire.

“Raylan,” you said calmly, sweetly.

“Don’t Raylan me,” he snapped back. “What the hell happened?” He didn’t let you finish. “Somebody mug you? What have I told you, Y/N, you don’t fight ‘em, you give-”

“I know you are not blaming me right now when I’m standing in front of you with a bruise the size of Tennessee on my face,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as best you could. “God, Raylan, you always have to say ‘I told you so.’” Despite the bite in your words, you couldn’t stop the crack in your voice.

His eyes softened. He brought his hand back to your face, gently grazing your cheek.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Raylan pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. But when his embrace hit your shoulder, you cried out against his chest. He pushed back in a panic, eyeing you for the injury.

“It’s, dis-” you took a sharp breath. “Dislocated. I popped it back just before you got here.”

“You relocated your own shoulder? Why the hell would you do that?”

“I figured if I went to a hospital, you’d find out about it, or hell, maybe someone would think you did it.” You blinked back tears, looking up at the ceiling.

Raylan saw marks on your neck. Like someone had put a boot there.

The fire in his eyes returned.

“Come here.” He led you to the bed, careful not to hurt your shoulder again. “Now, sweetheart, I need you to tell me what happened.”

You swallowed. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“I don’t like coming home to you beat to hell either,” he said. “So you’d better just tell me and I can figure this out.”

“You won’t be doing anything.”

He tilted his head in warning. “Y/N, honey, just tell me who roughed you up. I’m not going to run off and shoot ‘em if that’s what you're worried about.”

That was exactly what you were worried about.

That, and dragging him into the mess you’d found yourself in was the last thing you wanted.

Lie.

“A guy jumped me when I got to my car after work,” you said. If you kept things vague enough, maybe he wouldn't keep asking. Who were you kidding? You married a Marshal. So you added one more thing to throw him off the scent. “Took my purse.”

Raylan’s eyes narrowed in confusion, darting between you and something behind you.

“The mugger took your purse?”

“Uhuh,” you lied. “And I did exactly what you told me to. I cooperated. I didn’t mouth off. And he still beat the shit out of me. Some people I guess.”

Raylan leaned forward and pointed. “That purse?”

You turned. Sure enough, that damn bag hung on the back of your chair.

Shit.

“N-no, my other purse.”

“You don’t have another purse, honey,” he sighed. “Unless you have another husband that bought you a different one.” Raylan moved so he was crouched in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Just tell me the truth, baby.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted it out.

“I’ve been looking into some disappearances. I think it might trace back to a crime group outside of Lexington, but I wasn’t sure and I went down there to look around and someone must have seen me-”

Raylan held up a hand.

“You started investigating organized crime and you didn’t think to tell me?”

He spoke slowly and quietly. You would have preferred he yelled.

“I was only looking into it because a friend of mine’s daughter was taken. I wasn’t sure it would lead back to anything big.”

His expression stayed the same. Eerily calm. “You started investigating organized crime and you didn’t think to tell me?” He repeated.

“They’re taking girls, Raylan,” you exclaimed. “I had to do something.”

He stood up.

You followed, moving to the chair to grab your purse.

Raylan spoke from behind you. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not going to sit here and be lectured by you,” you said. “I need to go check on Beth, anyway. If they found me, they might have found her too.”

“If you are going anywhere, it’s to a goddamn hospital.” There was the yelling you were looking for. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit you are in?”

“No, Raylan, I really hadn’t thought about the possibility that the Chamberlains might have a problem with me looking into their human trafficking!” You clamped your mouth shut. Shit. You shouldn’t have said that.

“You went after the Chamberlains alone?”

“I think we’ve established the alone part, honey. You’ve made it very clear.”

“Goddamnit, Y/N, this isn’t a joke!” He whirled you around to face him. “I’ve dealt with these people before. And this,” he motioned to your multiple injuries. “This is just the beginning.” He took your face in his hands, thumb running over the mark on your cheek. “It’s just the beginning.”

Looking into your husband’s dark, worried eyes, you almost broke.

How hard would it be for them to find him? To make him bleed, to break him. And it would be your fault.

You had to catch them first.

“Alright, I won’t go to Beth’s tonight,” you sighed. “But I’m not going to a hospital either.” You stopped him before he could argue. “It’ll draw too much attention.”

“Sweetheart, your head is bleeding, you probably have a concussion, and you relocated your own goddamn shoulder,” he said.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you here to keep an eye on me then, hm?” You put on your sweetest smile and pressed your lips against his to keep him from fighting about it.

When he pulled away, there was a small smile, albeit a reluctant one, on his face. “I’ll go get something to clean that then,” he said, pointing to the gash on your head.

“I’ll surrender to that.”

He kissed your forehead as he went.

You waited until you heard his footsteps on the stairs to reopen your computer, peering at the picture until your head hurt.

There, in the very center, was the sonofabitch who attacked you.

You would have crossed your arms in frustration if your shoulder still didn’t hurt so damn bad. If he was going to treat you like a kid, you were very tempted to start acting like one.

He led you into the office, pointed at you, then pointed at the chair across from his.

“You. Sit.”

“Yes. Sir.” You pronounced with the same agitated tone he presented. Despite your defiant eye, you did as he said and sat down, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the glass of a photograph. An ugly bruise sure enough covered the lower left half of your face and the cut Raylan cleaned the night before.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “You think about anything and everything you can tell me about what you found out. And I mean all of it, Y/N.” The sternness and frustration in his voice hid something else that only someone who knew him like you did could see.

He was scared shitless.

Art was already out of his office, watching the encounter between the two of you curiously.

“Raylan, I didn’t know it was bring-your-wife-to-work-day,” he snarked. When you turned your head, revealing your injuries, his teasing smirk fell. “Good Lord, what happened?”

“I gotta talk to you,” Raylan sighed. “Now.”

Art nodded and led him into his office, closing the door behind them.

“Hi, Mrs. Givens,” Rachel greeted with a small smile and a questioning gaze.

“Oh, it’s just Y/N today,” you said. “My husband’s a touch mad at me, so I think it’s best to leave his name out of it.” You watched her eyes widen. “Oh God, no this wasn’t him.” You laughed humorlessly. “This is my own mess, as I’m sure he’d love to point out.”

“Looks like quite the mess,” she noted, motioning to your cheek.

“Yeah well, even Marshalls can’t stop the world from happening, right? Despite what Raylan would like me to believe.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Good luck convincing him of that. Sometimes I think he must believe he’s Superman with the shit he gets himself into.”

“Tell me about it.”

The two of you laughed. You tried to get a look into Art’s office, but the blinds were drawn shut. You didn’t like being talked about behind closed doors. It made you feel like a kid waiting for your parents outside of the principal's office. And you didn’t even work here.

Your leg bounced with a mix of impatience and anxiety. You were so high-strung that you nearly jumped out of the chair when your phone rang, your knee hitting the edge of Raylan’s desk. Everyone in the office looked up at you. You pretended like nothing happened as a string of whispered curses left your mouth. When you looked at the number, you sighed. It was just Beth.

“Hey, I can’t really talk right now, but I might have found something.”

“Do anything to alert the pretty little Marshal next to you and we’ll shoot Mrs. McCaughly,” a voice you didn’t recognize said.

You froze.

They continued. “Go outside. There’s a car waiting to pick you up. We just want to talk.”

“Hold on, I think you’re breaking up. Let me see if I can get a better signal.” You kept your tone as level as possible. Luckily, everyone in the office had returned to their mountains of work, including Rachel.

“We appreciate your corroboration, Mrs. Givens,” the voice said slyly. “We’d rather not have to bring your husband into this. That wouldn’t end well for anyone.”

You turned your head.

Raylan was still in Art’s office.

“We promise to return you to him in one piece,” the man cleared his throat, “so long as you cooperate, of course.”

“Let me just step outside. I’ll hear you better there.”

You stood up and walked out without causing any alarm.

“Jesus, Raylan, what the hell was she thinking?” Art sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Raylan’s leg bounced, fists clenching and unclenching around the arms of the chair.

He could still see the blood in your hair, and hear your whimpers when you moved your injured shoulder. He wanted to find the sonofabitch who did it more than anything, but right now, he was more worried about what it could lead to.

What had you gotten yourself into?

“I want to put her in protective custody,” Raylan said.

Art shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Make it work like that.” Raylan stood up, pacing. “Did you see what they did to her, Art? They could have killed her. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t. And I know her, she’s going to keep pursuing this and pushing and pushing until someone goes over the edge.”

“I guess you two are perfect for each other then,” Art muttered.

Raylan closed his eyes. “I need help. I don’t know these people. I don’t know what they’ll do, but I know they’ve already gone after her once. Please, Art. I can’t…” He trailed off.

The tone of his voice alone showed his supervisor just how afraid Raylan really was. Art hadn’t seen him this way before. The anger and frustration, sure. But never afraid.

Art sighed. “I can’t do anything officially. We can’t confirm that this was anything more than a mugging.” He shot Raylan a look to keep him from arguing. “But why don’t you take a couple days off? Get Y/N and yourself away for a while. Let us look into it and see if we turn anything up.”

Raylan took a deep breath, nostrils flaring and that same fire in his eyes from the night before. He exhaled slowly and nodded.

“Alright, fine, but if anything happens, I want to be the first to know.”

“I’ll look into it,” Art said. “Now go take care of that pretty wife of yours.”

He dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

Raylan left the office feeling just as wired as he had when he walked in, but when he looked at his desk, his entire body went cold.

“Rachel,” he started, “where’s my wife?”

The other Marshal looked up from her paperwork. “She had to take a phone call, why?”

“Did she say where she was going?”

“I think outside- hey, wait! What’s going on?”

Raylan was out the door in seconds. Waiting for the elevator would take too long so he sprinted down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.

But it didn’t matter how fast he ran. By the time he reached the sidewalk, you were gone.

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ryuzakemo128 · 4 months ago

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Moonlight Sonata

Pairing: CEO! Maxwell Lord x Electrical Engineer! Female Reader

Content Warnings: Electrical Engineer! Female Reader, CEO! Maxwell Lord. Age Gap (Female Reader is 33. Maxwell Lord is 49), Maxwell has a rather intense breeding, lactation, ownership, and collaring kink. Female Reader send Maxwell a rather naughty email. Female reader was on maturnity leave. Mention of a recent break up. Female reader in this is curvy, can be read as plus sized too. Other tags I might have missed, if you see something you want tagged in this let me know.

Word Count: 1805

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics + @cafekitsune

Masterlist

Summary: “Why thank you Mr. Lord.” You whispered, heft, heavy with a sultry allure.

You didn't think much of it when you slipped on that delectable tight dark purple coloured sleeveless pleated dress this morning, did you? No. You certainly didn't with that full, delicious, tempting, curvaceous bod of yours.

What were you thinking when you put those sheer black tights on underneath? The tight material wasn’t hiding anything from his dark brown eyes. Nothing is hidden from his eyes with that pretty thing on.

Did you expect him to look away once he saw the lace v-string underneath your dress? Were you tempting him on purpose now? Flaunting yourself in front of him so blatantly.

Those pumps made your legs look longer. While also a deep purple. A suede material by the look of things. These pumps gave you a generous four inches to your stature. Another part of your normal look that he didn’t take the time to fully appreciate until today.

You were there to talk about the terms and conditions of your employment. You weren’t sure if he was going to fire you with how things were going lately.

Likewise, you were pretty bummed out from last night’s panic job search in case you would be fired. Panicking before you even got to the meeting he set this morning.

Eye-fucking you long before you said a word to him. The act of biting your bottom lips is driving him mad. The more you do, the more he just wants to stop you from doing that by kissing you intensely. Like you were the last thing of value on the face of the earth.

You’re a fucking feast. A banquet, and he wants to keep you all to himself. Maxwell Lord is a starving man. His eyes lick your body from top to bottom, devouring every single curve and inch. He's been craving you for so long, his hunger is palpable in the air.

You weren’t short and you weren’t too terribly tall either. The perfect height. Perfect in his ever-devouring gaze. His office is minimalist compared to your own down in the IT department.

His eyes reached your gorgeous, beautiful, magnificent breasts, he could view the outline of your bra straps. Despite the rounded and high neckline on your dress. It did nothing to conceal the cleavage behind it.

The pink lip stain you must have done this morning, rumours of your recent childbirth reached him, and he still couldn’t get the image of your fat juicy pussy around his cock or maybe even his thick fingers. Perhaps his thumb?

He had heard whispers of it, how you had taken a short leave to push out a child, how your body had changed, how it had only made you more desirable. As if the idea of you recently giving birth had flipped a switch deep inside him. So far back that he didn’t think it would exist inside him.

The final straw? The final straw being the soft black leather choker with the metal love heart locket pendant in the middle. Contrasting against your professional attire and making you scream submissive with each batting of your eyelashes. Did you know what it meant to him?

Screamed submission and ownership. Regardless of whether you knew it or not. In face it didn’t matter if you knew or not, he knew. That innocent little neck decoration was begging for his collar. For his ownership, and for his protection.

His hand trembled as he picked up the contract, your handwriting as cursive as he remembers it and by the looks of things written with that fancy fountain pen you bought yesterday. He still remembers smelling the lavender and black pepper deodorant.

Unlike your recent ex-boyfriend who shamed you for the extra pounds you gained through pregnancy and childbirth. He wanted to own you. To breed you. To have you carry his child. To watch as your body changed to accommodate the life you would grow within you. He had fantasies, oh yes, Maxwell had fantasies of your swollen breasts, leaking milk, begging for his mouth.

It's just too bad your ex couldn’t or perhaps wouldn’t see the beauty of your transformation, isn’t it? But Maxwell? He's been dreaming of it. He's been dreaming of sliding his hands over your rounded belly, feeling the life that you'd carry. The power of creation. The idea of your body changing for his pleasure, your breasts swelling with milk, your hips widening to bear his child. It’s a heady thought that makes his cock throb painfully against his tailored suit pants.

Adding to the heat is you leaning on his desk, elbows on the redwood desk, “Are you ok sir?” you asked ever-so-sweetly. “You seem a little flustered.” You added in before he could answer your question.

Inside those innocent looking eyes. He swore he could spot the hints of mischief behind them. He knew that look rather well. Not only that, but he’s seen it in his own eyes this morning before work. The act of leaning on his desk had him incoherent and rethinking the meeting altogether.

“Did you need me to get you a glass of water?” you asked biting down on your bottom lip. Again.

Maxwell’s eyes snapped back to yours. You’re playing with fire. Don’t you see that? Or do you see it and choosing to dive in away? Your breasts pressed against the desk, the fabric straining with the effort to hold all that fucking lovely contents. Struggling to contain them.

You were seducing him on purpose now. You have to be. You weren’t supposed to be so aware of his desires. You weren’t supposed to be able to flip the script on him so easily.

Your nails were a lovely beige with French tip acrylic. Like you knew he had thing for women with French tip acrylic nails. He composed himself for a moment and went through your contract, you had studied Electrical Engineering for the past thirteen years by what it read on your CV.

Another layer he hadn’t anticipated from you. Another lovely, gift-wrapped surprise just for him. He knew you were smart. He just didn’t know how smart you were. Though, was it that he didn’t know or was it more like, he didn’t notice? Who knows?

He cleared his throat, his eyes lingering on the curve of your neck, the pulse he could see beating so steadily under the soft skin. He swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and heavy with lust. “Mrs...” he began, using your last name from your contract, “I’ve noticed your recent achievements in the IT department. Your dedication to the company is... commendable.”

“Why thank you Mr. Lord.” You whispered, heft, heavy with a sultry allure.

As Maxwell continued to talk about your revised contracted hours, his eyes still couldn’t stop wandering over to your choker, to your lips and your luscious breasts. How dare you be so, so, so, gorgeous with those curves filling out so perfectly? How dare you be so tantalizing, so... tempting? The way you leaned on the desk, your back arched ever so slightly, making your ass look like it was begging for his hand to squeeze it.

You couldn’t wait for him to see the email you wrote him that afternoon after the meeting.

Dear Maxwell Lord, did you enjoy the outfit? I could sense it. I could feel it too. If only you were bolder, closer, willing. I am willing to wait. But I don’t necessarily want to either. Your voice is authoritative, commanding, respected. I still touch myself thinking how you could use that tone. Oh, how much I would love it for you to use it on me. You had no idea how much you had me panting under my seat.

I could sense you eye fucking me while I was in your office this morning. I saw how you clutched that contract in your hand. It was almost as if you were trying to hold on to your composure as you took in every inch of me. The way your gaze lingered on my choker, my breasts, my hips—I knew you were imagining me as your own personal plaything. A toy to breed and claim as your own. It's a heady feeling, isn't it? The power you hold over someone just by existing.

But let’s not try to get too far ahead of ourselves. Let’s not kid ourselves Mr. Lord. You didn't hire me just for my expertise in electrical engineering. You didn’t just hire me for the fact I was an intern at the company you competed with 13 years ago when I was only 18 at the time now did you? No. I had a large feeling that wasn’t the case.

I also have a large feeling you didn’t particularly like my ex-boyfriend, who I was currently in a relationship with at the time. I knew what he was thinking, he had no right to look at me like that, yet here we were.

It’s a good thing he left. Sincerely, always and forever yours.

The images attached were of you in pink lingerie. The first image was a sheer lace with a rose pattern. The following pictures were of you in various poses with it on. Followed by a video of you slowly taking it all off in front of your rather expensive camera. You knew what you were doing.

You knew what you wanted, and you weren’t about to let anyone stop you from getting it either. Nothing would stop you from pursuing your own boss, no, not for a promotion. It would be nice to get a raise. But no, you aimed to get straight to his bedroom subtly enough, but incredibly direct at the same time too.

The ball was in his court now. A hushed silence fell over his office in his grand, opulent estate. Save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of his own heavy breathing. The subject was simple, and delectably innocent upon seeing it on a surface level. But the contents of the email itself is thick with just enough sexual tension, desire, and an unmistakable challenge.

He wanted to tear his clothes off and join you there. He remained seated and he wanted nothing more than to go to your house to take you completely. The email a lovely siren’s call to his inner beast within. With shaking, trembling hands he typed out a response.

Dear [Female Reader’s Last Name], Your beauty is as much a part of your appeal as your intellect, I must admit I find it inspiring. I am not a man who hides his desires nor am I one to be denied what he truly desires. What he wants or what he wants to keep for himself. And what I want, more than anything, is you.

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viksalos · 11 months ago

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The Mycelial Networking Project - A New Kind of Employment Structure for Neurodivergent Talent

Hey y'all--some of you might remember I used to be fairly active on here during my final few years of grad school, and then I nearly burned out of my PhD, found out I was autistic, and subsequently drastically reduced the time I spent on tumblr. Well, good news: I'm ok, I recovered from burnout, graduated, and discovered something surprising both in my PhD research and during my burnout recovery--cooperating with other people who are on the same wavelength as you is both more efficient for knowledge transfer in a variety of expert fields, and also socially healthier than struggling alone! Whoda thunk!

With that in mind, myself and Mykola Bilokonsky (creator of r/AutismTranslated, software developer, and Autistic coach) have been working for the past few months on the Mycelial Institute (at mycelial.institute in your address bar--I haven't linked it because tumblr search suppresses outside links, oops)

The Mycelial Institute is attempting to create a new kind of workplace that’s optimized for neurodivergent people. If you follow me on here or found this post from the tags, chances are you already know there are so many autistic, ADHD and other neurodivergent folks who have so much to give but who struggle to do so in a traditional employment context. We can be some of the most passionate experts you know and we'll still be languishing in unemployment because we're not able to do things the way everyone else does - and as a result everyone is worse off.

What if there was a different kind of employment available? One that:

Was completely worker owned, without any kind of profit-taking or power hierarchy orthogonal to the specific goals of the organization?

Understood that there are many different ways to contribute, and that some people can be profoundly valuable in some of those ways while struggling with others - and so decoupled them!

Accepted the fact that disability isn’t a fringe experience to marginalize but a core component of most peoples’ lives - especially during the age of Covid - and so prioritized accommodation?

Embraced non-punitive accountability - we have goals, we have challenges. Sometimes we can’t meet a goal because of a challenge. Instead of that being a source of shame, how can we make that an accepted learning experience and build in additional supports?

If this sounds like something you'd be interested in, please visit mycelial.institute. We are currently very early in this process, and are actively seeking collaborators. Currently we’re trying to build a diverse leadership team, meaning we want to find folks across as many marginalized identities as we can to help us make foundational decisions. This includes disability - we want non-speakers and intellectually disabled leadership as well. (You don’t need to be interested in a leadership role to fill out our submission form, we’re gathering a pool of folks in general.)