#alv posts

[alcorian]

disability rights involves the right to do fuck all. the right to be a useless member of society and STILL be loved and cared for and have a fair standard of living. human beings are not defined by the capital we produce.

[valveposts]

the best sort of mind control is when someone is aware they're being controlled, but dont care

they really should be concerned, but.... this is so nice. and perhaps theyre only thinking that because theyre controlled, but cant they enjoy this?

or they submit to another's control willingly. they happily became a servant at the feet of another, giving up their entire self for their master.

maybe their controller has blocked them from even questioning it. this is the most right, the most natural thing in the world. there is no other way it could be, not without something being terribly wrong.

(maybe they fear being themselves again. they need a guiding hand to bring them peace.)

maybe their thoughts are somewhat their own, but they enjoy being controlled. maybe it brings a thrill to their body, and heat to their belly. maybe they cant even think of the repercussions of their actions while controlled because theyre too busy being so fucking horny about it they wouldnt be able to think straight even if they werent controlled.

[alviearts]

love him. love my baby boy

[leotello]

ot4 12!turtles is SO good, but especially when it’s leo who has the most intense feelings and realizes them first. 

leo is so harsh on himself, feeling so guilty that he would think these thoughts about his little brothers. once it begins, the attraction is a constant weight on their interactions, and even innocent touches ignite the shame. he loves them so, so much, and he knows that he loves them the Wrong Way. 

he’s ashamed of the way he wants to press little kisses to the corner of mikey’s mouth when he’s upset. he always comes to his oldest brother for comfort, it seems. leo longs to give him something more, a firm assurance of his love for him. he wants to kiss away his baby brother’s tears.

he’s ashamed of the way he wants to rub circles into donnie’s shoulders and kiss the back of his neck while he works, slowly feeling the tension melt away. he wishes he could pull their resident genius away from his work, convince him to spend some quiet time in leo’s arms and maybe fall asleep there. he sometimes watches him in the lab; always standing a respectable and proper five feet away or more. he can’t... seem too eager to get close to him. that would be.... improper. yes. impolite.

he’s especially ashamed of his feelings towards raph. while he’s thought sexual thoughts about all of them before--those nights ended in a confusing muddle of post-orgasm bliss and guilty tears--raph fires him up the most. he loves him just as sweetly as the others, but raph also gets him frustrated, and with that frustration comes the desire to push his buttons until raph is slamming him shell-first into a subway tunnel wall, kissing him everywhere, touching him everywhere. he imagines that raph would apologize with his lips and his tongue, and leo would do the same. it’s a fantasy he’s had many more times than he wants to admit. it’s a fantasy that ends in more kissing, limbs tangled together, falling asleep somewhere soft, and not being angry anymore. he knows its unrealistic that sex would fix an argument, but he knows that its even more unrealistic that raph would ever be interested in letting leo fuck him. 

he ignores them, but the thoughts don’t go away. they get stronger as he gets older. he wonders if its affecting his ability to lead. he wonders if anyone notices his gaze lingering on donnie’s thighs when he walks ahead of him on patrol. he wonders if the brush of his hand is somehow charged with some nebulous, noticeable intent when he pushes mikey aside to survey the streets.

his feelings are revealed some day--some villain who can see into their minds, how unfair--all of a sudden. the secret is out so fast. his heart just drops, prepared for the disgust, the looks of fear or hatred from the people he loves most. 

he won’t even look at their faces, eyes squeezed shut and head dropped in shame. he feels like he’s burning, melting, falling through the floor. he’s on his knees, wishing he could disappear. 

he’s saying something, promising he’s not a monster, and he would never do anything to them, and he didn’t choose this, and it just wouldn’t go away, and begging them to believe him. 

he’s not prepared for hands on his shoulders. the feeling of someone sinking to their knees in front of him. he’s not prepared for donnie’s hand on his shell, and mikey’s shoulder bumping his. he opens his eyes and all of them are there, all of them are touching him, and he sees no disgust in their eyes.

maybe they don’t fully understand. but they’re not angry. they could never make leo cry like this, not on purpose. 

[patchworkpunk]

its never enoygh. i need to be more visibly punk RIGHT NOW

[alcorian]

fyi punk should be diy. if any of my followers wanna dress punk but feel like they cant because its expensive, here's the secret: a good punk look can and should be made out of literal junk. old bottle caps, safety pins. i recently asked my sister if she'd give me some spare key rings so i could join them up with mine and make a longer chain (its attached to my favorite pair of pants rn). if something doesnt feel shiny and pointy and punk enough, stab it with some safety pins. make your own patches out of spare fabric scraps. cut the logos and patterns off of shirts and turn them into patches. pick up some cheap basic embroidery stuff (thread, needle, bamboo ring, thats all you need--hell you dont even need the ring its just helpful) to sew your patches on & make some of your own. or just embroider right on your clothes! it doesnt have to look good. most real punk patches are self-made with wonky lettering. you can get a good leather jacket, denim jacket, vest, etc at your local thrift store. you can try chains like savers and you can try non-chain shops. (btw thrift shops arent just for clothes, theyre lifesavers in general. i got my favorite table for $15 at savers. its old and ornate with carved designs and shit. please shop at thrift stores theyre the best thing ever.) also, when i was younger i remember i made my own spiky bracelets out of studded ribbon (cheap, get it at joanns or some other fabric or crafts store) and safety pins to hold it together. dont waste money on fucking hot topic. you can make your own shit. thats what punk is all about. i promise anyone judging you for having handmade punk clothes and accessories is a fucking poser.

[alcorian]

the thing about black sails is that you can tell these pirates are depressed because they do not sing a single sea shanty

sea shanties are a behavior of healthy pirates! overthrowing england is a stress behavior!

[alcorian]

actually remembered tumblr exists to share media so im posting what ive been doing. all of these are quotes from me and my friends, except for the roddy one which is a fic title

i currently have 25 more and im still making them

[alcorian]

for a kids franchise, transformers is just... so fucking bleak. their planet is dead. their species is dying. they've been fighting this stupid fucking war for 4 million years and they destroyed everything over it. their planet can no longer support life. their species is dying out as, without the Well, they can no longer reproduce. the few that are left are scattered to the stars as lonely sentinels. its only a matter of time before the current generation dies out and cybertronian life, history, art, love, knowledge, everything is gone. and yet... and YET... they continue to accelerate their own demise by fighting this STUPID FUCKING WAR. they're a species, a people consumed by war. they let their own hatred and violence destroy themselves.

transformers is a tragedy.

[alcorian]

mirage is SUCH a monsterfucker. he saw a weird squishy little alien, let it climb inside him, and then flirted mercilessly for the rest of the goddamn movie

[valveposts]

head empty just,,, horny about seeker pedes

starscream has very well-built and maintined pedes; he has softer, more deliberately appealing curves where different parts meet. he doesnt have a kink or anything, its just part of his full-body regimen. he has the highest heels of the three of them because they make him feel hot and powerful and taller. he also has a prominent arch. he basically cant walk without doing that little sashay thing that people in heels often do.

also, he'd be incredibly turned on if someone kissed, licked, or otherwise worshipped his pedes. he craves that domination and respect, and he wants to feel like every part of him is irresistibly sexy.

skywarp has chunky, angular pedes. his arch isnt as well defined as starscream's, nor are his heels as high. its easier for him to walk this way. think 'goth at the club with chunky heeled leather boots'. he loves to move and dance and his heels are better for that than starscream's.

i dont think he'd really be into pedeplay until someone's mouth is actually on his thrusters, and then its the hottest most amazing thing he's ever felt. its less about the power dynamics for him, and more about the inner rim of his thrusters being really sensitive.

thundercracker has abnormally flat pedes for a seeker, but he doesnt mind. theyre practical, like him. he also has very long, ah, front-toe-parts? idk. theyre long, elegant, but very easy to walk and run with. he has better balance than his trinemates both because of the lower heel and longer pede. he looks very good when he lifts his foot and points his toes.

i think TC would be the least into pedes out of them, but he does get a little thrill from doing something "weird" or "kinky." he also must admit that it feels nice to have his pedes gently handled, moved, massaged, and touched.

[alcorian]

felt inspired last night

[alcorian]

transformers scientists as field work fails

and thundercracker makes a guest appearance:

[alcorian]

love being freed from the shackles of being expected to form a romantic relationship. friendship rules. qprs rule. fwb rules. i love being aromantic and i will make sure everyone knows it.

[alcorian]

this wasnt asked for but ive been thinking about werewolves.

ive been thinking about self-love.

ive been thinking about transformations into a True Self that is Hated. about how a body that fits over our souls better might be seen as an ugly monster. 

im trans, could you tell?

even when i was very very little, and imagined becoming a mermaid or growing wings, i immediately remembered how others would see me: a freak, an oddity, a concern. how are you this? why are you this? why did you change? go back to normal. it scared me and made me sick to think about it. but i always dreamed of flying anyways.

nowadays, im scared to transition. my family sees me as a girl who thinks shes a boy. theyre ok with that. im sure they wont be ok with hormones and surgery--things i've craved for years. i'll grow facial hair and i'll love it--rub and feel it, be proud of it, and shave it if i want to. just having the option feels right. a little stubble feels right. but my family will look and see their little girl growing a beard and feel disgusted. my friends will look and see me becoming an ugly "monster."

they hate my wings. they make me hate my wings.

last night i dreamed i was growing facial hair. it was patchy and weird like teenage facial hair generally is. but i liked where it was going.

today, awake, i thought about growing a beard while my mom was nearby, and i felt sick with her eyes on me.

i dont want to be trans, observed. i know how society feels about people like me.

what if the werewolf WANTS to be a wolf? what if they feel better that way? more them? more truthful? should they go back to being human to make you feel better? do you wish theyd stop being so ugly and wrong? do you wish they werent a monster?

[alcorian]

flint is a black hole of a man. people are drawn to him and never escape. he shapes the world to his mind, consciously and unconsciously. once he has his hooks in you, you'll never be the same.

john silver didnt even want to be a pirate.