#and before anyone starts shit I AM DISABLED

[hollow-keys]

Anti-vegans be like: Well you see, what you stupid ARA activists don't understand is that animals are different from humans and don't think like us, this is why it's perfectly okay to kill them. No please don't ask me to back up my assertion that them not thinking like us means it's fine to kill them, why are you asking me my opinions on disabled people? What does me justifying killing other life by saying they don't think, act or have the same capacities as us have to do with disabled people? It's not like those talking points are frequently used as justification to kill disabled people. Actually YOU'RE the ableist one for comparing disabled people to animals, ever think about that? Obviously you seeing parallels here means you think disabled people and animals are the same! And don't bring up how the abuse of animals means all fascists have to do to justify abusing humans is call them animals and how dehumanisation would be harder to use as a pretext for violence if we valued animals.

In fact, you're only advocating for animals because they're the perfect victims that can't question you or have their own opinions that go against you which means your opinions should be discarded. This argument doesn't apply to me tho because animals would totally support my advocating for killing them if they could. My opinions on animals are immune to the notion that animals might not agree with me if they could communicate.

Now of course I wouldn't say ANY of this to justify beating my family dog but it's different when it's cows somehow! Checkmate, vegans, I'm going to go eat some flesh. #Pwned

Other anti-vegans: *Applause* Your 10 paragraph 10,000 word rant that completely evades the central question of "why do you think killing is okay" is soooo enlightening, why can't these stupid vegans understand that you can be anti animal abuse and kill animals at the same time? I am now going to give you 100k notes.

[lightningshrikes]

warning : this is gonna be a long post about my thoughts and feelings towards barbara gordon and the titles of batgirl and oracle. i want to make it very clear that i love barbara as a character and i am very protective of her as disabled representation in media. in fact, that's where a lot of my feeling towards her continuing to be put back into the role of batgirl come from.

so, my main issue is that i do not personally believe that barbara should be shoved back into the role of batgirl, i believe that she has fully outgrown that role and no longer needs it from a character standpoint. i think that putting her back into the spotlight as batgirl is a disservice to her character and the characters of cassandra cain and stephanie brown. there's a plethora of reasons i believe that, but the main ones are :

firstly, putting a mantle back onto barbara that she has already outgrown completely nulls any character growth that she's had outside of being batgirl. she has been shown time and time again to no longer need that title, and that she is doing more than fine making a name for herself without the shadow of batman being thrown over her hero name. it makes her yet another "bat adjacent" vigilante that is only discussed in her relation to bruce wayne, which is idiotic, as she has many relationships outside of bruce, and has helped out many heros who aren't even on a team with batman.

adding onto the first point, having barbara still be "the batgirl" in comics doesn't allow for the other batgirls who came after her to have the relationship with the mantle or even barbara herself that they do have, and had, for decades. often times they get shoved into the background, and honestly forgotten about. it erases the past that all of these characters have gone through, just so that barbara can be a hot able-bodied hero again.

that brings me to my last point. the sexism and ableism that is intertwined when writers decide to make barbara batgirl again needs to be discussed together. because while it is definitely incredibly ableist to make a very obviously and historically disabled hero able bodied, even with a "scientific" explanation, the reasoning as to why it happens reeks of misogyny. while batgirl itself is not a misogynistic title, and i believe that it still should be given and held by someone, giving it to the original holder so that she can be "attention grabbing" again, is.

i think to fully explain what i mean, i will have to dip my toes a bit into real life ableism/misogyny that i have seen and experienced myself. the thing is, a lot of fanboys of media only like women (real or fictional) when they are objectively sexy. so, they really only care about a female comic character if she is hot and fills some sort of attractiveness checklist for them. now, a disabled woman, especially a visibly physically disabled woman, is not hot to the majority of men. when you look on social media, or when you yourself are a disabled woman, it is incredibly obvious that you are treated differently because you being disabled instantly makes you less attractive.

so, how does this apply to barbara? well, as we know, the vast majority of comic fans you interact with outside of small bubbles on the internet are men. so, it makes sense that comics want to appeal to these men by making their women attractive, especially the ones that are/were popular. barbara is a generally well known female character, so i fully believe that when she was paralyzed a lot of male fans of hers were no longer interested in her character because she was disabled, and therefore not hot. maybe i could even go as far as to say certain writers were no longer interested in writing her because of her disability! that's the point im trying to make here : barbara is being put back into the batgirl mantle in order to appeal to male fans who knew her as batgirl, and that also means no disability.

barbara gordon is disabled, and there is no reason we should be happy or even okay with her disability being erased in any way. especially when it is coming from a place of sexism and misogyny.

[lovphobic]

damn are u me bc SAME (unfortunately)) and it's kinda eating me alive bc one of them has this super awesome bf that really cares about her and is putting in the effort to show it and yeah I'm happy for her bc she deserves the world but also I sometimes think about how I've always been alone and haven't even kissed yet and I'm like. am i not pretty or interesting enough for someone to put effort in?? and i feel bad about feeling envious lol but it's ok

FORREAAAALLLLL like god i love my friends i am happy for them but after having two like supremely toxic relationships its just like. well when will it be my fucking turn huh. and i FEEL u on the kiss thing bc neither have i <3 and ive definitely been pitied for it too.. YAY.

but like. ok maybe this is toxic maybe not but. i think being envious is ok? just as long as its kept in check. like you dont Ruin your friendship over the envy. is that toxic am i cancelled.

[bialbovi]

I might not be your friendly neighbourhood blog today but I do not have the privilege to just ignore what's being done to the country that made me who I am. Without Ukraine there would be no me, there would be no fanarts from me, no original art, I wouldn't BE. I cannot look away. And Ukraine has support. Ukraine is being supported. But NOT ENOUGH to stop the invasion right now. God, I wish.

rUSSIANS MUST BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE

Ukrainians NEED YOUR SUPPORT, rUSSIANS STEAL AND KILL UKRAINIAN CHILDREN, rUSSIANS MURDER UKRAINIANS DAILY, rUSSIANS EXECUTE UKRAINIAN PRISONERS OF WAR, rUSSIANS BOMB HOSPITALS AND MATERNITY WARDS, rUSSIA ALWAYS LIES, rUSSIANS MURDER AND TORTURE UKRAINIANS ON OCCUPIED TERRITORIES, rUSSIANS RAPE UKRAINIAN WOMEN, MEN, CHILDREN, AND ANIMALS, rUSSIA DELIBERATELY ERASES UKRAINIAN IDENTITY, rUSSIANS STEAL UKRAINIAN CULTURE, rUSSIANS LEVEL CITIES TO THE GROUND AND DESTROY NOT ONLY LIVELIHOODS BUT NATURE, rUSSIANS HAVE COMMITTED A FLOODING ECOCIDE, rUSSIANS TERRORIZE AND ATTEMPT TO EXHAUST UKRAINIAN PEOPLE WITH AS MANY AIR RAID ALERTS DAILY AS POSSIBLE, rUSSIANS AIM TO VIOLATE AS MANY CONVENTIONS, RULES, AND TREATIES AS POSSIBLE, rUSSIA IS IMPOSSIBLE TO NEGOTIATE WITH, rUSSIANS WILL NOT STOP AT UKRAINE IF WE DO NOT GET OUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER AND HELP UKRAINE NOW. rUSSIA . COMMITS . GENOCIDE

I am asking you to share Ukrainian links and btw, while we are here, to prioritize Ukrainian queer people because I have seen people defend a gay russian soldier before, while russians murder many queer Ukrainians every single day

LGBT Battalion

Come Back Alive

Prytula Foundation

Starenki (elderly support)

Everybody Can (more elderly and hospitals support, disabled children)

UAnimals

Hospitallers

World Central Kitchen (the only international org that has proved itself ❤️‍🩹)

Shouldn't be a surprise to anyone opening my blog that I am in fact Ukrainian and not only do I have Ukrainian roots but I also lived 17 years of my life there, my family moved at the end of 2020, so I dodged a deadly russian roulette, unlike all of my Ukrainian friends who have to endure daily drone air raids and bombs. I used to live in Kyiv, so I wasn't anywhere close to the frontlines when the war actually started in 2014, and in 2022 it exploded into a full-scale invasion. However, there was a change in the way everything felt, because the war was constantly on TV, the military topic was practically everywhere, there were consequences to it, children that were forced to relocate came to our school even, I think one of them was a classmate of mine.

The Revolution of Dignity did happen in my city, my parents were afraid for my wellbeing, I went to school. You never realize how historical the event is until it has passed and you have grown up.

My russian friends at the time never understood me. They argued with me about Holodomor (of course they would), they told me that I'M wrong in the way I ask them to not use certain words or pronounciations, when in actuality it's THEIR language that was ALWAYS historically threatening to erase Ukrainian. My russian friends never understood why I don't want to come to russia, they never understood why I'm so worried about some random "fightings in the east", even though I didn't understand the full picture back then, everything felt off. I was dumbfounded. I was too kind back then, though. I thought "wow aren't you at least worried about YOUR people if not MINE?". Before the full-scale invasion the person I considered to be my best friend from russia told me not to worry about the sheer amount of russian vehicles and weapons on the fucking border because they're doing their routine training or WHATEVER. Then my russian friend couldn't understand why I was suddenly angry that she was not going to even do anything. She told me I was too emotional during the first week of the invasion. Then I suddenly realized that everything made sense - we were so different. Yes she may be a civilian but her being in the war machine that is russian federation means her funds also go to bomb my people. I just couldn't keep talking to my russian friends. They always cracked up on any of the crucial questions that form your worldview, either about Crimea, about Holodomor, about culture or language, about Donetsk and Luhansk. Even if they were "good" or "your average russian" I understood that they would associate themselves with the country anyways, we would start arguing, and I do not owe them explanations or attempting to rid their brains of propaganda! They have full internet access, but they choose to believe what they believe and their so-called riots were not enough! Because if they would none of this would keep happening! but now we live in two different worlds and that's just how it was supposed to happen. The separation was destined in a way because russians have tried so many times to influence Ukraine, to change the language, assimilate people. It just keeps repeating.

Ukrainians were always too kind to russians, I was too kind, and now I'm broken because it was not my fault that I tried to reason with these people. It's not my fault that I want to scream at them to do at least something so that it could have an impact. I am not going to beg on my knees in front of the people being cogs in the war machine, and I'm shocked if you still prioritize civilian russians over Ukrainian civilians. russian citizens keep living their lives because they have just gotten used to it IN WHAT WORLD IS IT NORMAL. Someone they know probably launches missiles from THEIR city right into some Ukrainian neighbourhood that sets ablaze and the family can just be buried alive under the rubble with no warning prior, if the missile was faster than the air raid alert.

FUCKING GOD.

I wish the world understood. They must feel the consequences of the 11 year war (even though our history of enduring russian bloody actions go waaaay back), of all these invasions their country has waged, not only in Ukraine, but Sakartvelo (Georgia), Chechnya, the terror in Syria, OTHER COUNTRIES. I AM FUCKING TIRED! I'M TIRED OF RANDOM INTERNET USERS TRYING TO TELL UKRAINIANS THAT THEY SHOULDN'T BE ANGRY AT rUSSIANS AND THAT UKRAINIANS SHOULD BE MORE EMPATHETIC! SORRY WE HAVE SO MUCH ON OUR FUCKING PLATE BUT rUSSIANS SHOULD JUST DEAL WITH THEIR STUFF IN THEIR OWN WAY WITHOUT US. WE WANT THEM TO LEAVE US ALONE. WE WERE FORCED to be in one internet space with them we KNOW HOW THEY ARE 10 TIMES BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU WILL BECAUSE we felt their thinking firsthand, in chats, in videocalls, online, in person.

I'm tired of internet users telling Ukrainians how to react, what to do, to be KINDER. WE DID THAT FUCKING ALREADY IT DIDN'T WORK AS YOU CAN SEE. I'll take a look at how each and every one of you will try and survive an existential war and then I'm going to police your every move. KINDNESS DOESN'T UNDO THE MASS GRAVES AND DOESN'T UNDO THE TORTURE, IT DOESN'T FREE UKRAINIAN PRISONERS AND DOESN'T BRING CHILDREN HOME. KINDNESS DOESN'T UNDO THE RAPE TRAUMA AND DOESN'T BRING YOU YOUR TORN LIMB BACK. KINDNESS DOESN'T BRING YOUR MURDERED CHILD BACK TO LIFE, NOR FRIENDS, NOR SPOUSES, NOR LOVED ONES. TEACHERS, BROTHERS, FAMILY MEMBERS, ACQUAINTANCES. So many lives just. BRUTALLY CUT OFF. THEY'RE ALL DEAD.

And nothing will bring many Ukrainians back to life again. But you can help us prevent further attacks, Ukraine needs weapons because it is impossible to fight a murderer with kind words

Make of it what you desire

The consequences below minimum you are going to suffer as a russian account from my presence on tumblr is getting blocked by me because I am not making my content for you and I do not wish to educate you because it is not my responsibility

If this post harmed you then I'm not sorry to bother your thinking filled to the brim with imperialism, my words are NOTHING compared to what your people are doing TO MINE. Get out of my blog, do not interact with me, make an effort so that your people stop killing mine. BARE MINIMUM.

I do not believe in good russians because whether you believe in it or not they all contribute to the invasion willingly and unwillingly and they MUST do something with their fucking country it's in THEIR HANDS. They must feel the consequences from all the pain they are dealing to other people worldwide, even though I do not expect them to change anything. They are living behind a big black wall in my mind and I want to not think of them. I wish people understood how much it means when Ukrainian artists are being prioritized instead of russian artists, because the second ones will likely be FINE. OH DON'T WORRY ABOUT THEM. Donating to both is USELESS because one cancels out the other. Part of that money will eventually end up going to russia's murderous actions against Ukrainians. Sometimes I feel like you forget that day to day russians BOMB UKRAINIANS. THEY SEND HUGE SHAHED DRONES. AND FAST MISSILES.

(NOT) sorry for being political

[fuck-customers]

This is kind of half work-related and half not. Sorry if this is too far away from this blog's topic.

Have any of y'all experienced people just not believing you when you say that you're sick/in pain/etc. This goes for managers/coworkers and people in general.

I don't know if it's something that I'm doing wrong, but this is the second instance where I am sick and asking for mild consideration and I'm getting eye rolls and attitude in response.

To be clear, I very, very rarely call out. And when I do, it's because I'm genuinely sick. The last time I called out was was 6 months ago. I'm not the type to always fake being sick or always have some kind of illness or something where it may seem like I'm faking. There's nothing wrong with that (fuck capitalism) but I'm saying this to illustrate that I don't have a history of repeatedly slacking off and skipping work.

Then a few weeks ago, I was at work and before my shift, I felt fine and then about halfway through my shift, I started feeling sick (I realized later I was having a panic attack. I don't get them often at all and didn't recognize what was happening) and I sat down on a chair to try to calm myself. I was on the chair for less than 5 minutes before my manager started yelling at me for using the chair (that we're allowed to use?? That's at the register for emergency situations just like this) and refused to allow me to explain myself.

Now I've got food poisoning. Yay. So I called out. Luckily, this time the MOD was cool and didn't give me shit about it. But my mom was rolling her eyes and implying that I was faking when I told her I was calling out sick. We live in the same house and she could hear me throwing up.

What the hell is going on? I feel like I'm in abusive relationships or something. Has anyone else experienced this, especially at work? I'm sure many people with disabilities or chronic illnesses have, but even if you were just ill one time, has this happened?

My least favorite words as a person with Lupus. "But you don't look sick." Everyone I've ever known has said it to me at least once. One district manager that I had (that I worked with for years in a store) said it to me in the hospital when I was in for 2 months. Like I was staying there for vacation or something.

-Rodney

[lady-forest-1142]

hiii I'm reposting my review of cordelia's honor here from my goodreads bc I need more ppl to share in my obsession dammit! (also if I've misspelled any names have pity on me, I read this on audio)

an instant favorite? an instant favorite that I read on audiobook?? in this economy??? unequivocally, yes. holy fuck. this had everything. large cast of compelling characters, fast-paced plot, romance, explorations of war and violence and power and motherhood and disability and morality, tight writing, dry humor - the works. I wish Barrayar had been six hours longer. I need to start the next book immediately. I don't know that I can do it justice in a review.

Shards of Honor: okay, after all that gushing this was only ("only") a 4.5. we've got a survival story, a galactic war, a psychological thriller, and a romance all combined, and the plot shifted tones and focuses just a little too much for me (plus I'll admit the space battle parts lost me a bit). we're following cordelia naismith, a research officer on assignment on a (unbeknownst to her) politically-advantageous planet. cordelia's base is ambushed by a mutineering band of barrayaran soldiers, the enemies of her people of beta colony, and she finds herself stranded on the planet with the notorious barrayaran admiral aral vorkosigan. the plot escalates in leaps and bounds from there - to outline anything more would be a spoiler. needless to say, cordelia and aral fall in love, against a backdrop of the aforementioned mutiny, a war, a scheming emperor on his deathbed, and a masochistic officer. cordelia is a soldier, a captain, a captive, a prisoner of war, a psychic patient, and a lady in the course of 336 pages. and I love her. she's an absolute badass, she's deeply compassionate, she isn't afraid to call anyone (particularly aral) on their shit, she's reckless. she waterboards someone in a fish tank. she utters possible the most metal romantic line I've ever heard ("when he's cut, I bleed"). I want to be her when I grow up. aral falls sickeningly in love with her - he literally admits that he first got a crush on her upon seeing her throwing up in a creek and proposes marriage to her after less than two weeks. he's also a (CANONICAL) disaster bisexual whose idea of therapy is getting drunk in hideous hawaiian shirts with sentimental value and he has a sadistic murdering ex-boyfriend. actually this is a great book to read as a bisexual. I want to be their third so bad.

Barrayar: yeah this is the book that sealed the brainrot for me. political intrigue, a fancy-dress ball, assassination attempts, high emotional stakes, cordelia being the only rational person in the room 80% of the time, the BEST side characters, all escalating to a civil war that, naturally, involves cordelia beheading people? sign me the fuck up. I'm not gonna talk about cordelia and aral again save that I love them even when aral is being a moron with a horrible father. he doesn't rly deserve cordelia and he knows it. ok. now. koudelka is my babygirl and can literally do no wrong, okay? even though he is a moron of the absolute highest order who needs to be slapped approximately every 50 pages (cordelia usually takes care of it). (actually all the men in this book are morons and the women are perfect. no wonder I like it!) hottest man to carry a walking stick / sword since jem carstairs. droushnakovi my QUEEN, idolizes cordelia (as she should) bc barrayaran society is stupid and misogynist and she's never seen a female soldier before, deserves every good thing in the world (first and foremost a briefing on feminism). bothari....I am clenching my fist in emotion. when we are talking of COMPLEX MORALLY GRAY MEN....look no further. when he calls himself cordelia's pet dog???? gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. he is FAR from perfect and I'd probably want to be at least 500 meters away from him irl but GOD does he get in my FEELINGS. plus also girl dad, so we have to cheer. ohhh my god and I haven't even gotten into the politics and social structure of barrayar and how it is so similar to our own and how cordelia is in the perfect position to critique it bc beta colony is suuuper different and way more advanced, and critique it she does. the conversations about motherhood and the expectation that mothers carry their children to term biologically even when technology exists elsewhere in the galaxy to literally replace and replicate a uterus? actually every single discussion about motherhood and social expectations on barrayar vs beta colony. frighteningly prescient for a book published in 1991!! ALSO the conversations on disability and the validity of disabled life that I am sure will only continue?? (count piotr can go kick rocks btw). can you tell this is my favorite book of the year yet?? jesus christ. I need the next one immediately.

[buccini555]

… 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝...

≡ Shinichiro finally noticed you

⌕ I m a g i n e s !

♡... 𝑭𝒕. Shinichiro Sano and special participation by Izana Kurokawa!

⚠︎!! explicit smut,unprotected s♡x, virg♡nity loss, school bathroom s♡x, oral, overstimulation, bl♡wjob, smoking, petnames (baby, honey)... I think that's all?

On that day that seemed to be just another day full of boredom, not many people had gone to school because it was a week after the holidays, but, you were there with your friends, you realized that they didn't give a damn about you, for that reason you ended up walking away and going to some corner of the classroom where you could be alone, as you didn't have classes that day, you just stood there passing a colorless nail polish on your nails anxious to finally leave that stupid place, everything was really boring until someone walked through the door in the class, Shinichiro Sano, a grade above you, you had already talked a few times before and you had a huge crush on him, so you laid eyes on the taller one, you had already noticed him a few times, but, you knew that despite being extremely extroverted, he was shy when it came to girls and you also faithfully believed that you would not have a chance with that boy, he is handsome, tall, affectionate and cute, you always have him in your thoughts, every time Shinichiro spoke to you he was extremely kind.

Shinichiro came to bring the message from the another teacher, since they had nothing to do in the classroom, it was better that they practice some sport or something, you thought it was a waste of time, but it was the same with the rest of your class, arriving at the place of sports, you sat apart from the rest, continuing to manage your nails and listening to songs, your playlist had just started when Shinichiro sat down next to you.

"What are you doing here, alone? Have your friends left you out again?" Shinichiro approached you, making you take off your headphones and pay attention to him, you could only notice how handsome he was and that made you a little intimidated.

"They're like... boring as fuck! but I really don't give a shit, how about you? Why are you here?" You replied despondently, looking away and putting your songs aside.

"I saw you alone and I came to keep you company! I don't want to see you so sad" He smiled, Shinichiro looked confident and shy at the same time, you could see a bit of nervousness on the taller one's face.

"Hmm? Okay... Seriously, I really wanted to go somewhere more secluded, don't you know any places?" You questioned him, watching the other people from afar.

"Hmmm? I know a place! Do you want to go with me?" He looked at you after thinking a bit, wondering if you really wanted to go with him.

"I honestly am hating being here..."

"I think it's best that no one sees us going together, so go to the bathroom behind the court and wait for me, understand?"

"Bathroom?" You laughed, questioning him about the location.

Shinichiro laughed and you got up, quickly going to the aforementioned place without get other people's attention, that bathroom had been disabled for a few years, so no one went in there, unless you had the key, as you obviously didn't get it, you waited for Shinichiro, who arrived soon after.

"Do you have the key to this place, Shinichiro?"

"...I have my secrets, baby." Sano responded immediately, taking the keys out of one of his coat pockets.

He opened the door, first looking to see if anyone was around, but there was just you and him.

"What a strange place!" You spoke in a low tone while looking at the abandoned bathroom.

"We can leave here if you want..."

"Oh, Shini, whatever! We should go into one of the cabins, someone can come in here."

"It's quite impossible for anyone to enter here, but... Since you want to enter, let's go."

You and Shinichiro entered one of the cabins, the place was tight, for that reason you were getting closer and closer, at that moment, you started to see Shinichiro with different eyes, you knew the sudden approach was getting him a little excited, but obviously he wasn't going to show it, he seemed to want something, but he didn't know what to do, so, you got even closer to him, when he finally took the courage to hold your waist and give you a small kiss.

"I-I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did it!" Nervousness took hold of him, as he had never had a girl in his hands before.

"Shini? Hey, no need to apologize, I... want to." You reciprocated the kiss, this time, it became longer and the kisses were getting more and more "warm", you held the chain around Shinichiro's neck while kissing him, he gently ran his hand over your body, making you sigh a few times.

After a few kisses, he gently held you by the waist again and placed you on top of a small counter inside the cabin, staying between your legs while kissing you, at that moment you realized that he put more strength into the touch, also feeling how excited he was while he was between your legs you could feel how hard he was, he was itching to try you, you knew that if they did something, it would have to be quick, so, even though you were still a virgin, you didn't waste time at that moment with Shinichiro.

"Shini, S-shini? P-please"

"Baby? You want to stop?"

"No! Please, I want more!"

"Hmm? More?"

"I-I want you, Shini."

"I don't want to give you the wrong impression..."

"N-no, baby, I want to lose my virginity with you..."

"B-baby, you should expect someone special!"

"You are special to me, Shinichiro, please, I'm so horny, only you can satisfy me."

The fact that you wanted to lose your virginity to him just made him even more horny and more willing to fuck you, when he realized that you really wanted him, Shinichiro just stopped talking, he started kissing you with even more desire and put his hand inside your pants, gently jerking you off over your panties, when he started to feel you were wet enough "So pretty, baby!" he just pulled your panties aside and started touching your clit, after you started moaning even more he gently put his fingers on you.

"...Mmm, baby? I promise to be careful."

You were already horny, almost begging him to fuck you, you just moaned softly begging for his dick, so, answering your request, Shinichiro gently made you touch. "Can you handle a dick that big, or nah?" You just nodded your head in affirmation, he was already extremely turned on so he started to put it on you carefully, when you got used to his dick he started to be faster and go deeper and deeper, holding her mouth so no one can hear her moans, "That tight pussy belongs to me, only I can fuck you like that, cum for me honey" He said as he worked hard, he just wanted to make you have your first orgasm, so Shinichiro really put effort into what he was doing.

"F-fuck, can I cum in your mouth?Please" He asked you when he was about to reach his peak, you quickly accepted, giving him a blowjob before he cumming, you knew what you were doing so you just made the taller one let out some moans and melt in your mouth.

You still had some time, so Shinichiro refused to try your pussy taste, he really wanted to use his tongue at that moment, but, when he started to lick your clit and penetrate you again with his fingers, some motherfucker knocked on the door, Shinichiro was sure it was his brother, Izana Kurokawa, Izana had become a fucking smoker and used to go to that bathroom for a smoke sometimes.

"Fuck! stay quiet, baby, I won't stop" He made you stay quiet while he finished what he was doing, when you finally came in his mouth, Shinichiro and you got dressed and left the bathroom.

"What the hell is that, Shinichiro?"

Izana screamed as soon as he saw you leaving the place together, he started laughing, apologizing for having disturbed. Shinichiro just looked at him in disgust and grabbed your hand, pulling you away.

[samsheughan]

Confession I guess?

I figured it's time I was honest with y'all. (below the cut; feel free to skip if it's not your preferred cuppa)

I know I don't owe anyone an explanation of any kind, but as I've always said and stood by, I hold what audience I have with the highest regard and respect and I feel y'all deserve more from me than just the occasional "thanks for reading!" you know?

That being said, I want to let everyone know that, it's official: I am writing an original novel that I do plan to have published as soon as possible. I am planning on this novel being a trilogy of sorts, so there will be multiple books coming from me! :D

I have been writing fanfiction since I was 12 years old. What started on a floppy disk has flourished into a passion that I will always be proud of and grateful for. Writing fanfiction has spared my life more than once, and in the process of writing fanfiction, I have made friends that I know I will have for the rest of my life. I am so SO so grateful to y'all.

However, as time has gone on, and especially in the last few years or so, writing fanfiction felt more like an obligation rather than the hobby it's supposed to be. And that's no fun. But trying to bridge the gap between fanfiction and actual fiction (aka, the kind you can get paid for) has also been a struggle. I had a hard time trying to detach the ideas I had for fics from their respective fandoms and convert them into something that could be an original novel.

I have tried to adapt some of my more popular fanfiction stories into original ones, but a lot of the fandoms I've been in just don't make that an easy prospect (even my Modern AUs are hard to adapt since what makes them Modern AUs is deeply embedded in their respective fandom). But lately, the fog from that cloud seems to have lifted, and I am currently working on the manuscript for my very first novel!

All that aside, you might be wondering: "but Liz! You promised us you'd finished your fic! You promised, you promised, you promised!!" And you're right. I did promise. A promise I still intend to fulfill. I am a woman of my word. Sutures will be finished.

Someday.

But the timeline for that finale is now offcially on an indefinite hiatus. I could wake up tomorrow morning and finish it all and then post it that evening. Or it could be 10 years before I'm able to get back to it. Who can say? I sure as hell cannot. And while I hope I won't have to make y'all wait that long, like Claire, I have a glass face and cannot lie. But I also have to live in reality: I am my family's primary breadwinner. We are all disabled in some form and I am no longer capable of working outside our home. Wolf hasn't been for some time, so us staying home with The Pup just makes more sense now that we have officially pulled him from public school to homeschool him ourselves. Doing something working from home is now my chief focus, and I have to do what I need to do to facilitate that. We are good for the time being though (so much so that I closed the gfm I started a few months ago, so thank you to everyone who helped us out in our time of need 💜)

It has been a lifelong dream of mine to become a published author. A writer of love stories, in every romance genre I can get my wee fingers on! xD I am now in a position to chase that exact dream, and I cannot wait to be able to share what I've been doing!

To the Outlander fandom: my heart is yours from the moment I saw y'all. You've held my spirit with your two hands, and kept it safe (hey, jammf would be proud of me for channeling him here, be quiet :P) I have had many ups and downs with fandoms but I am eternally grateful for the love and appreciation this fandom has showered me with and I hope y'all will continue to stick around to see what else I got up my sleeve!

Stay tuned! Good shit is coming xx

[fletchingbrilliant]

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hey frens got something kinda somber to talk about. most of you are very aware of the existence of my beautiful fiance and co-creator of basically everything i do. zae and i are getting handfasted (marriage for pagans) in october, and have been living together for about 10 years. in 2021, zae got really fucking sick, and after a few false starts, was diagnosed with a rare for of vasculitis called granulomatosis with polyangiitis, GPA for short. it’s an autoimmune disease that causes inflammation in blood vessels and other tissues, ultimately stopping blood from getting to the parts of the body that need it, affecting many areas, but primarily the respiratory system. while the cause isn’t known, it usually presents in people in their 50’s or 60’s, but complications from a third bout of covid-19 appears to have made it emerge way earlier for our boy. at least, that’s what we think. his case is extremely aggressive, advancing faster than anyone could have expected. in zae’s case, it actually attacked his kidneys first, and then went after his lungs, causing both to threaten shutting down for good. he was extremely anemic and needed a ton of transfusions, narrowly avoiding dialysis, and we spent weeks in the hospital keeping him alive. he was placed on two different kinds of chemotherapy to combat the disorder. he lost his hair, went through even more fatigue and pain on top of what the disease had already put him through, and had to accept a plethora of changes to his life that will last forever. a lot of you out there have harrowing experiences of your own when it comes to chronic and potentially terminal conditions, too, I’m certain. “it’s not fun” is an understatement. though there were a couple of really fucking close calls, zae’s GPA went into remission. his hair grew back fuller and more luscious than it had ever been before. (i later learned these are affectionately referred to as “chemo curls.”) remission for gpa is usually expected to last at least 5 years, potentially up to 20, before any symptoms resurface. but zae’s case was particularly aggressive, so of course he’s not so lucky. he’s relapsing now. his symptoms have been slowly returning, and it’s been decided that he’s going back on chemo. it’s no surprise that this shit is expensive, even with insurance. we’re still paying off the care he received last time because ‘murca. being disabled myself, work has been… let’s call it inconsistent, yeah? yeah, that’s a nice and comfortable thing to call it. no one’s doing well financially these days, so we of course have to get creative. long story short(er), i’m doing a commission special! for the next MONTH, i am offering fast commissions at crazy-low prices to try and help us create a cushion to keep us afloat and relatively comfortable while we begin the chemo process again. there’s several options for a variety of budgets, because i really hate the idea of seeking something for nothing, and i absolutely abhor having to reach out in this way. it makes me feel vulnerable and icky and… i’m sure you all understand that, too. i can’t thank you all enough just for following me, and engaging with mine and zae’s work. it may sound trite, but that really makes a difference to us, especially when we’re dealing with something so painful. so if you can’t or don’t want to partake of the sale, please know that you are still a huge help to us, and we seriously appreciate each and every one of you. like, so fucking much. thanks y’all love, fletch

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[frankiensteinsmonster]

The most liberating thing for me as a 'newly' (no idea when it began. Dissociation is a Bitch and a half.) physically disabled person who's already been dealing with multiple mental health disorders is just.

Blatant acceptance of having a chronic condition. I do what I can to lessen my symptoms, but I don't do every little thing that's suggested to me. Mostly because I've done it all before. I've spent so long fighting with my mental health, never accommodating myself, never taking a day off, masking and hiding my symptoms as best as I could, no one ever went easy on me and I didn't know how to stop it.

But now I couldn't hide it if I wanted to, and wouldn't even if I had the chance. I'm disabled. Full stop and that's just the way it is right now and it may stay that way forever. But with the way things have been, if I kept treating myself as something less than my top priority, frankly, I wouldn't be able to go on.

I let myself lay down, I learned that my gritty attitude isn't always a good thing and wearing myself to the bone just to keep up and perform ability isn't just a couple days in bed anymore.

I've started demanding respect. Enforcing my boundaries. Complaining loudly and snapping at people who touch my aid if I feel they deserve it. I started taking up space. I stopped moving for people on the sidewalk because the world doesn't "belong to everyone but me" (something I've felt for a long time). As a disabled person, I need to make sure I know that I matter-- for my sake and for the sake of other cripples.

I'm less friendly. It's on purpose. I give less grace. I'm bitter and I cut my eyes and I suck my teeth at the ignorant people who annoy me and get in my way. I'm no fun by choice and I like it that way. I refuse to be a novelty, I refuse to beg god to make me better, I refuse to hurt myself for the sake of others, I refuse take shit from doctors that won't listen and I like myself more because of it.

I don't need to make a point of making myself appear to be stronger or more resilient than I am, because I don't need to prove anything to anyone. I'm learning to Truly ask for help when I need it, and to accept help when it's offered. Riding this wave of shit hasn't been a breeze by any means, but making it my own and writing my name on it has made it a hell of a lot easier.

Td;lr? If you're disabled, try being a little bit of a bitch. It's fun and good for your mental health <3 (read post for context)

(I say this as someone who's been taught that assertiveness and prioritizing oneself is a Bad Thing, we're not actually "bitches" for wanting basic respect or for caring about ourselves!! And if we are, so the fuck what?)

[metalheadsagainstfascism]

I totally did not miss a day of disability awareness month because I accidentally skipped a day when scheduling my posts. And if you think I did... that's ableist...

Today's Disability Awareness Month post

Time blindness

What is it?

It's a complete inability to accurately measure time. That internal clock that says it's been 5 minutes? Yeah, that no works.

Cool. How can I know I have it? Because I don't really think anyone can accurately tell when 5 minutes have gone by

So a few years ago. I fell hard. Dislocated my shoulder. After a few days, I'm like "Yo. My shoulder been hurting too long after this bad fall. I should see my doctor about that". The doctor asked how long it had been. I told him 5 days... in my defense I really thought it had been 5 days... I texted my friend to confirm.... it had been 5 weeks...

Wow. That sucks. So like how do you manage that?

So like. I try to frame of reference based on what was going on around that time. Like "When did that truck randomly park in front of the house?" Well I remember being really worried about fireworks hitting it during 4th of July. So it's at least been that lot. And I know it wasn't there the week before because my friend would've definitely bitched about it being in the way. So that gives me a frame of reference of about 5 days.

So like you're talking about remembering time on past events. But you also mentioned being unable to tell when 5 minutes have gone by

Absolutely. Time blindness both impacts "I don't remember how long ago this event happened" as well as "I can't tell when 2 hours have gone by and I need my lunch break".

Another way I experience time blindness is meetings. I have a reminder at work that'll be like "meeting in 15 minutes". And I'll be actively trying to keep that in the front of my brain while I'm trying to get some last minute things done. Like "meeting in 15 minutes. Meeting in 15 minutes." Then next thing I know 2 hours have gone by 😅 and I'm like "when did that happen?"

Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to be lazy and inconsiderate of others time

No. There's actually ways you can manage your time blindness. I have an alarm for literally every. Single. Thing. In my life. I have an alarm when I should be taking lunch. When I need to go to bed. If I have a doctor appointment I'll have an alarm for when I need to make sure I have my paperwork (I aim for 2 days before). An alarm to make sure I have my insurance card (the day before). An alarm to start getting ready to leave. And an alarm to be heading out the door. Lots of alarms. Lots of reminders.

Sounds like you need a planner

See... time blindness is associated with ADHD... so that planner... do you want to see the pile of unused planners that I bought then completely forgot I had? If that planner isn't right in front of my nose as all times or screaming at me. I'll forget it exists. That's why I like alarms. They scream at me.

Cool. But I also have this thing where I can't tell how long a task will take

Fun fact. That is also time blindness. I'll be like "Cool. I'm just gonna wash the dishes real quick before I go. Should take 30 seconds..." *15 minutes later*

Time blindness makes it really hard to plan your day because you don't know how much time it'll take to do shit. One time I was like "I'll put this shelf together real quick after work". Real quick took 2 hours. How the fuck am I supposed to plan out my day if I can't figure out how long it'll take to wash dishes or put a shelf together?

-fae

[encyclopediamorbidica]

can you elaborate on the "claimed to be limited in her capacity to racially oppress while uplifting white artists in black artforms that she refuses to actually engage with or understand" I don't think I've heard of taxxon doing that before, and am curious what exactly she has said, and what black artform she is specifically doing that with.

i get it, patty says a lot of shit off the cuff that makes it extremely hard to find the more alarming stuff.

for examples of her uplifting white artists in Black art forms, she has run defense for tom macdonald of all people. initially she just wonders how he ended up making the switch to right-wing grifting, before later coalescing her thoughts about him into "it sucks that he's a grifter now because his petulant white boy centrist rap was actually good because at least then he was honest"

when pressed for recommendations, she admits she knows next to nothing about the genre and actually manages to come out with a fairly influential Black artist, but immediately fucks it up by admitting that Ka was the first rapper she "enjoyed for being rap" because she used to "enjoy it solely as beats and voice acting" which. girl what the fuck.

she's reduced the beef between kendrick and drake to just "pop culture elevating genuine excellence" because she has no clue about the actual history behind it, likening the event to "kendrick's metallica black album era" as if it spawned from a desire for kendrick to simply one-up drake at his own game and not, you know, call attention to the fact that drake was a culture vulture middle class actor from toronto who pivoted to rap by lifting most if not all of his style and persona from american rap culture while also abusing women both publicly and privately as well as engaging in extremely suspicious conduct with minors like millie bobby brown (gee, i wonder why patricia wouldn't be interested in that part).

as for her stating that she's limited in her capacity to racially oppress, she literally just said that shit. when she started to get pushback about it, she claimed that she didn't mean her initial statement to absolve her of being complicit in white supremacy, which is accurate, but goes on to say that anyone who came to the conclusion that, from her vague ass intial statement, she was was just trying to wash her hands of being called out for her racism were being transmisogynistic for expecting her to understand that 1) intersectionality doesn't work like that and 2) being trans and disabled doesn't make her any less racist.

as a hip-hop oldhead, i can understand how all of this can read as me just being Big Mad that she isn't caught up on The Culture, but these posts betray one of many patterns of behavior where patricia doesn't engage w Black art and artists if it doesn't appeal to her specific tastes. her wide, sweeping statements about what she considers "good" rap and her more nitpicky delving into white artists in this art form come across as her making active choices only to engage with extremely surface level mainstream representation that floats downriver, couching her opinions of it in this doublespeak of wanting to look like a good leftist while also refusing to understand the ways in which she contributes to and is able to benefit from being an outsider to these spaces.

no one expects her to know or care about rap, and so she doesn't, outside of a very small amount of dabbling. no one expects her to enjoy rap as it exists, and so she doesn't, choosing to break it down into individual elements so that it's palatable enough for her to be willing to listen. no one expects her to be invested in rap history, and so she isn't.

[justzosiahere]

This little analysis post is gonna be slightly badly phrased, some pieces of info missing and a few misconceptions because it was 3:00 am in my time zone when I made it, please correct me if any information or anything about the characters is incorrect. This analysis is gonna go pretty off topic and very overboard. Feel free to add anything you want in the comments and quotes! ^^

I was rewatching Milgram and thinking about everything that could be happening outside of the prison and with the prisoners’ loved ones and families, and that got me thinking this, no one reported Amane missing when she got taken by Milgram and barely anyone or no one is looking for Haruka after he disappeared as well. We already know Amane was born into a cult and lived with her mother and father, but her dad was gone on trips for the cult most of the time so Amane was left alone with her abusive mom until Amane killed her and then was abducted into Milgram.

For Haruka, we already know his mother was neglectful, verbally and sometimes physically abusive towards Haruka. We know that she wanted a daughter and not a son so when Haruka was a boy and not a girl, she was disappointed when she didn’t have the daughter she wanted. When Mrs.Sakurai started to realize her son was disabled and in Haruka’s words, “Because I couldn’t do the same things others could do my mother gave up on me, and I stopped existing in her world!” She started to neglect him, verbally and sometimes physically abuse him, and deprived him of affection, love, and attention which caused Haruka’s mental state to decline. No matter what Haruka did he still wouldn’t be any of importance to her, and Haruka’s dad, Mr. Sakurai is not interested in Haruka either and didn’t seem to give a fuck about him either.

With Amane’s cult they likely didn’t report her missing at all because it would’ve probably lead to their crimes being uncovered by police and their downfall, so therefore it’s heavily possible no one is looking for her outside of milgram and noticed that she’s gone.

Haruka’s parents don’t give two shits about him and we don’t know what his school life was like and if he even had friends or anyone that was genuinely kind to him before he went into Milgram. For him his parents likely don’t care that he’s gone, or anything in that matter. It’s more difficult to determine for Haruka if anyone else noticed that he’s missing but however it’s a slight chance that Haruka’s school might’ve reported him as missing since we see him wearing a school uniform in AKAA, maybe Haruka’s teachers noticed that he wasn’t attending and when getting no word from his patents they probably reported him missing to the cops and some of Haruka’s classmates hear of his disappearance as well. But unfortunately the only people working on Haruka’s case and trying to find him are the few detectives on it, and his teachers probably brushed it off as he ran away or he’ll be found soon.

[fenriss]

letter to a good boy:

it’s hard to put into words what 11 years of companionship means. i could list the many happy milestones you shared with me—graduating college, getting my first real job, moving to a new city, making countless friends, finding a partner to take on the world with—but i am just as grateful, if not more, for your presence in the darker times. death, anxiety, and loneliness were wicked foes and you were my sidekick through it all.

last year, you slowed down. we couldn’t go on our adventures anymore, your body failing even when your mind kept on, kept pushing. having to pull you back, forcing you into the bubble of your physical incapacity was the hardest part of all this, knowing your one great love is new smells and long, untread paths.

your second love is snow, so i kept an eye on the weather last winter. despite meteorologists’ promises of a brutal, wet season, we got next to nothing, and i nervously wondered if that was your last chance at experiencing a snowy romp. this winter came through, though, as if giving its own send-off to its favorite patron. seeing your delight as you old-man-trotted through the fresh powder felt like an accomplishment of sorts, like i’d finally come through on some long-awaited promise to make the world your playground one last time.

i write this while you’re alive and (un)well, plans slotting into place around you without your knowledge. i knew i would not be able to write this after, so it’s written in fits and starts when i find a moment of quiet among the day-to-day.

you’re asleep, in your self-designated spot by my side of the bed, in front of your personal fan (because regulating your own body temperature has become a problem), and it is strange to pre-mourn you. to know an end is coming does not make the end more approachable—i learned that when Dad died.

we put nail caps on your back feet today because your degenerative myelopathy makes you drag your paws, grinding your nails down to the quick without you even knowing. it felt silly to put them on because, well, what’s the point? but then, one moment of appeased discomfort is all we can ask for sometimes.

today i filled your pill caddy and did not stop on friday because acknowledgment is the most difficult part right now.

i keep trying to end this on an uplifting note, something about better and more peaceful places, and all i can come up with is mild gratitude for suffering ended. this month can’t seem to end. in the words of kaveh akbar, “it’s been January for months in both directions”

but in the words of allie brosh, “Death can take away your friends and pets, but it can't take away the weird shit they did.” so here’s one: you lock yourself in bathrooms, constantly, on purpose, and then act upset about it. you punch anyone who you feel isn’t petting you enough and/or in the correct way. you throw toddler tantrums when you don’t get your way, which includes tossing whatever object is within reach into the air and stamping on it. your preferred method of introducing yourself to another dog can only be described as “serial killer spotting his next victim”. you need 6,000 different types of food because variety is the spice of life but you’ll get sick of most of them before the week is out. you kiss everyone you meet directly on the mouth, including children. you lose all conscience when adults leave the room, finding trouble in trashcans and litterboxes. you spend inordinate amounts of time standing outside staring into the distance, nose raised, presumably filming your anime opening.

today in a sentimental fit of misplaced grief, i let you off your leash. we were safely entrenched in your creek (or so i thought) and though your recall was never great, surely you couldn’t get far given your poor mobility.

you happily, greedily loped off, further than annoyance, burgeoning on disbelief and then fright. you were supposed to be disabled but one last taste of freedom and you really took it for all it was worth. i waded through knee-deep, freezing water to chase you down. you were bested by a tangle of vines, not able to lift your back legs over the simple rope of wood. you little shit.

i cannot overstate how insufficient it feels that all i can do is miss you.

[yamifem]

making an intro post and explaining my stance on some major feminist talking points later. for now, if i had to sum it up, if i were to claim any one subset of feminist theory/community to identify with, itd be nuancefem or tirfism.

sex positive, my opinions on sex work and porn are complicated enough that i dont fit into either major camp, same with my opinions on kink. they r complicated because theory and practice are unfortunately not the same, and neither fully positive or negative views can protect and empower all women. i will say that i think sex negativity and sexual repression within our culture heavily contributes to rape culture and female oppression. (if all sex is already evil and no woman can/should truly enjoy it anyway, then rape doesnt stand out as significantly worse in the eyes of dimwits)

transgender/transexual people deserve to be treated w kindness and respect and transwomen should have a seat at but not be centered in feminist discussions. gender is a social construct but is also rooted in sexual reality. the sex binary is a fabrication of the patriarchy. transmen only experience male privilege in fringe cases, and because of how quickly it can be taken away and replaced w sex-specific oppression *and* transphobia, doesnt really fully count imo.

in an ideal world, gender wouldnt even exist, and sex would only affect your life socially when it comes to dating. socialization has far more to do with gender than sex does, but a lot of people who transition think identity can erase the effects of socialization- it cant, and that belief is the root of a lot of the tensions between female/ofab focused groups and trans focused groups. transwomen NEED to deconstruct their male socialization before they can start to be at the table when it comes to feminist discussions, and thats just not common in trans communities rn.

lesbians and gay men arent obligated to be attracted to trans people, but are obligated to treat them with basic human decency when rejecting them.

misogyny, ableism, and racism are the bases of all systems of oppression and without acknowledging that we cannot fight homophobia, transphobia, or any other form of oppression. all of these forms of prejudice are intentionally being fed into by global powers to prevent much needed class unity and collaboration of laborers.

i believe that most bad people can change, and that as much as it sucks shit to make urself be empathetic to people you dont want to be empathetic towards, being empathetic without coddling is the best way to get someone to understand. as much as it sucks to discuss how the patriarchy affects men when it is literally mass killing women, we need to address it because it is a major way that the patriarchy maintains itself, not to mention getting men to understand the patriarchy would be beneficial to feminism.

and as for me? im 23, ofab, and my own gender identity/dysphoria situation is complicated but i am not ashamed to identify as being female before nonbinary, altho i do identify as both. i do not intend to medically transition as remaining the way i am would cause less dysphoria than going on testosterone/getting surgeries. never understood why people r so weird about that, if gender and sex arent the same (they are not) why wouldnt i identify as female? i am developmentally disabled, but have a very high iq score and am considered by my psychiatrists and loved ones to be extremely intelligent, so while i ask that ur extra patient with me, please dont infantilize me. im dealing with mental illness as a result of repeated abuse thru my life. because i am severely traumatized from abuse and prone to spiraling when triggered, i block *anyone* who comes at me in a manner that is hostile or calls me names. dont take it personal, its about protecting myself and allowing myself to heal, not about you.

ive been a member of japanese landmine and menhera subcultures for a very long time, im an expert on both. i love music and my cat and cartoons and my friends :3

im ab to finish a few college degrees! i study mass media and japanese language and culture, mt focus area is video games! i love playing them <3

anyways this was long and messy as hell but as stated is temporary till i have the time and energy to make a more neat, shorter, more thorough pinned post!



[adder24]

Vigilante

Pairing: Female Reader X John Nolan

Rating: R cause my god I did things i didn't think I could write, holy shit. Authors note: Okay I think I am getting the hang of writing utter filth, it's been a while so bit rusty but hey...enjoy. Summary: You're the new vigilante in town, taking the law into your own hands and doing the work of the local law enforcement. You always manage to avoid getting caught, until one night you cross paths with John Nolan.

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Please do tag on, reblog, do what you must!!! Story below the cut and can be found here

Being a Vigilante was your choice, you were a victim to a crime that went unpunished, Law enforcement couldn’t find enough evidence to put the criminal in handcuffs and allowed them to walk free. You felt betrayed by the law that was designed to protect you, the victim, which led you down the path of being what you are now. 

You made sure that Karma was paid back to the criminal who made you a victim but you got the taste for it, the satisfaction from making sure a crime committed was dealt with swiftly and fairly. You never killed anyone, you only knocked them out or disabled them temporarily, long enough to hand deliver them to the police with a note that said “Another job done for you”

You dress up, wearing a skull mask to protect your identity, black beanie, Black cargo pants, T-shirt and a tactical vest filled with all the tricks of the trade.

You had your supporters and you had those who stood against you, determined to bring you in and make you pay for the crimes you committed in your pursuit to deliver justice fairly. Sure, you had a few close shaves but you always found a way to wriggle out of it but not tonight, tonight you slipped up, cornered as you chased down a petty criminal who snatched bags to fuel a habit.  Of all the criminals to slip up on, it had to be one that did a basic crime. You followed them down a dead end alley, knocked them out, took the bag back from them and got caught red handed by a cop.

“Put your hands above your head and face me. Slowly!” You hear him bark

You roll your eyes and slowly turn to face him, half expecting it to be some old crotechy officer close to retirement but what you got was a middle aged man over six foot in height, well built and easy on the eyes. He had an authoritative stance and a stern look on his face, clearly not in the mood for any shenanigans.

“When will you wannabe heroes learn not to take the law into your own hands?” He growled as he slowly approached you “Get on your knees”

“You say that to all the ladies you meet?” You ask sarcastically.

“Only the ones breaking the law” He replied as he approached, slowly releasing the handcuffs from their holder, gun still trained on you.

You were compliant, allowing him to grab your hands and put them behind your back before he helped you to your feet. You got a good look at him, mousy brown hair, blue eyes, strong jaw, firm grip and a little authority about him. It was a bit of a turn on, a man that was able to take charge and manhandle you in the right ways and you could sense this one could take charge in bed, just by the way he guided you to the car and the hold he had on you.

He got the door and eased you into the back of his Patrol car, an SUV of some description, one that had plenty of room in the back and was quite comfortable considering.

“The Illusive Skull Face, finally in the back of my truck” You hear him say as he starts the engine. “Wasn’t expecting you to be a woman though”

“Women can’t be badasses?” You ask him as you quietly work on undoing the cuffs, retrieving the small pin you had hidden in your gloves

“Of course they can, you’ve seen the women I have to work with right? They’d kick my ass” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.

You smile as you wiggle the pin in the lock, getting a quiet little click to signify their release, you keep them on your wrists for the time being while you work on an escape and your only viable solution was to feign travel sickness, knowing he would need to pull over to the side of the road or endure the stench of vomit in the back of the truck for the duration of the journey.

"Hey…you think you could pull over, I'm not feeling so good" You groan, feigning the sickness as best you can.

"Skull face is a little travel sick? That's a new one for me" He says.

"What's your name?" You ask him.

"Officer Nolan. What's yours skull face?" Nolan replied

"Skull Face. You want your car to reek of Vomit?" You ask him as you slump a little.

"Not really no," Nolan replied calmly.

"Then pull over and let me throw up" You demand as you begin to fake heave.

The action caused Nolan to drastically pull over his patrol car, near an abandoned warehouse. This was your chance to make a run for it, escape the clutches of the law and continue to do the job they can't. You waited for him to open the door, for him to help you out before you made your move.

You dropped the cuffs and made a run for it, sprinting towards the warehouse, aware he would follow. You manage to climb the wire fence and jump down on the opposite side, landing a little awkwardly but managing to get back on your feet again. Nolan in hot pursuit as he made light work of the fence. 

You keep running, trying to make decisions on the fly but not paying attention to your surroundings cost you, you don’t notice the discarded pole on the floor and consequently you trip over it, landing face first on the hard floor. Thankfully the mask takes the brunt but before you know it, Nolan took his chance, pouncing on you to stop you getting away. 

You end up wrestling with him,rolling onto your back to help you flip him, rolling him to the ground putting you on top and a chance to run, but he was quick, as soon as you got him down he had grabbed you and switched positions, wrestling with you to get you back in the cuffs but you was having none of it, you fought with him, wrestled for some time, you even managed to somehow turn off his body camera before he eventually had you pinned. He managed to remove your mask during the tussle and this was the first time he got to see you unmasked

He paused as he studied you, taking a mental photo of you. You should have used that moment to slip away, avoid getting caught but that wasn't what you wanted. The struggle had got you worked up, his firm hold stoking the fire in your stomach, causing you to bite your bottom lip as you studied him, liking the fact he was in a commanding position and you sensed there was a little heat in that gaze he held with you.

"Your move officer" you say invitingly 

A smirk spread across his lips before he leaned down and kissed you tenderly, his lips gently brushing against your own. You reciprocate the kiss, your hands snaking along his arms and up his shoulders while your lips fight for dominance. The kiss becomes more heated and it’s not long before you submit and part your lips, allowing his tongue to enter, tasting you and dancing with your tongue, causing small little moans to fall from your lips. You feel calloused fingers gently caress your cheek before he breaks off the kiss and puts his forehead to yours.

“I shouldn’t really be doing this” He whispered  as he ran his thumb along your jaw 

“I won’t tell and no one is going to know…managed to turn off your body cam” You purr as you start to unbutton a few buttons on his shirt “It can be our thing”

You feel him claim your lips once more, slipping in some tongue as his kiss becomes more heated, driven by a want and a need to punish you by other means. He breaks off the kiss and gets to his feet, pulling you up from the ground and leading you back to the car, looking around to see if anyone was watching but thankfully the location was quiet, no one walking around and there were hardly any cars driving by. It was a perfect spot.

He puts on a bit of a show just in case, making it look like he had arrested you and was putting you in the back before he then walked round to the other side and joined you in the back, closing the door behind him. You slide across the seats towards him and straddle his lap, your hands getting back to work on his shirt, making light work at unfastening the remaining buttons. You feel his hands slip under your top, his fingers tip toeing, slowly along your sides, reaching for your bra strap, grumbling when he realises you have one of them fiddly sports bras on, his reaction causing you to giggle a little.

“Need me to undo it?” You ask him playfully

“No…just tell me what it is, is it a zip at the front or Zip and hooks?” He asks huskily as he pushes your top up,studying the black sports bra that you have on underneath.

“It’s a zip and hooks” You reply as you remove your top and throw it on the seats next to you.

You feel him get to work, his fingers making light work of unfastening your bra, freeing your breasts from their material cage, He gently kisses down your cleavage, before his fingers start to gently tease and caress your hardened nipples. Your breath hitches in your throat, you can feel your nerves spark and spring into life, making you more responsive to his touch as you start to feel the bulge in his pants grow and become more hardened. You bite your lip and smirk a little.

“Officer Nolan, is that your Baton in your pants?” You ask playfully

“You wanna find out?” He asks in a seductive manner, guiding your hands down to his gun belt You grin and slowly unfasten his belt, carefully moving it to one side before you then unfasten his work pants, slowly pulling them down along with his boxers, giving you a good look at his impressive package in all its glory. You lick your lips in anticipation as you run your hands slowly along his inner thighs, pushing yourself between his legs, placing his hardened manhood in between your breasts. You then bend down and gently suck and lick the tip, giving you a taste of him while one of your hands works his shaft. It’s like music to your ears as you hear the little grunts and moans tumble from his mouth, his fingers running through your hair, tugging it a little, urging you to keep going.

You get him riled up, bringing the teasing to a halt, causing him to crave more from you. You run your hands over his toned body, feeling his skin erupt with goosebumps as he hums deep in his throat. You then start undoing your trousers, fumbling a little as you pull them off, somehow managing to remove them without taking off your boots, a skill that seemingly impressed Nolan before you straddle him once more, positioning yourself carefully as you kiss him deeply, letting your tongues dance before you lower yourself down, allowing him to enter, your silkened walls stretching to his size.

You let out a tiny gasp as you feel every inch of him inside of you. You feel his hands grip your hips, thumbs doing small circular movements while his long fingers grip your ass cheeks , urging you on. You bite your lip and begin to slowly rock your hips, a euphoric sense of pleasure slowly building as you move up and down his length. You can feel yourself start to clamp around him, drawing him deeper within you. You can feel your sweet nectar slowly begin to trickle from your core as he buries his head between your breasts. You can hear small little grunts fall from his lips as you place your hands on his shoulders using them to help build momentum.

You up your rhythm, pleasure consuming you as you feel him start to move in rhythm with you, the sensation causing you to moan in pleasure as you feel him begin to suck and lick one of your nipples. Your toes curl in ecstasy as you throw your head back, feeling one of his hands move up your spine, supporting you as the other hand gently spanks your ass. You yelp a little, the mix of pain and pleasure sending you into a frenzy.

“More” You pant

This time he spanks you harder, you cry out and then moan in pleasure as your body trembles under his touch. Your body feels electric as you feel yourself beginning to reach your climax, you can feel your juices oozing down his shaft, making it easier to ride his length, your tempo getting faster and faster as you become undone, your orgasm becoming similar to that of an inner, pleasurable explosion, causing you to cry out his name, your sweet nectar soaking him, listening to his loud guttural moans and groans as you become lost in a blissful haze while he rides out his own sexual high,

You have two, maybe three more orgasms after, each one more intense than the last. You’re spent and so is he as you both rest in each others arms, catching your breaths, skin glistening with sweat as you both enjoy the blissful state you are in, basking in the afterglow.

After a while, you find yourself claiming his lips momentarily before you gaze upon him in a seductive manner.

“So officer… Am I still under arrest?” You ask with a purr

“I think you’ve served your punishment.” He pants as he steals a kiss “You’re free to go Skull face”

“What you going to tell your boss?” you ask

“You overpowered me and got away” He says calmly, gently stroking your cheek.

You smile, stealing one more kiss as your carefully dismount him, grabbing your discarded clothes and hastily getting dressed, watching him do the same as you both steal a few more glances. You then open the door and slide out of the car, turning round to look at him, a cheeky grin on your lips

“Hope to bump into you again Officer Nolan, maybe next time you’ll overpower me” You say before giving him a playful wink.

You walk away from the car, confident and slightly cocky before you then disappear into the shadows once more.