#and consent is *always* important

[demigods-posts]

to the end of the earth. i will argue that percy's first kiss was with annabeth chase. this is not rachel slander. i love that green-eyed redhead. but percy did not kiss rachel in the last olympian. he got kissed. percy did not kiss annabeth in the battle of the labyrinth. he got kissed. that's not a technicality. it's fact because both kisses happened to him. he did not consciously engage in any kiss until he was with annabeth after his birthday. and i will die on this hill.

[separatist-apologist]

Feyre: Rhysand is my mate and I'm telling you this to your face.

Also Feyre: If you try and break my mating bond, I'm going to ruin your life.

Also Feyre: If you drag me back to Spring against my will, I'll destroy everything you love.

Tamlin: Break her mating bond so I can drag her back to Spring and we can start over.

Also Tamlin: I can't believe you destroyed everything I love and ruined my life!

[leixinyus]

[monkee-mobile]

the fact that MIKE NESMITH knew that the monkees would at one point just be so comfortable giving each other platonic kisses in their home if one of them asks is the craziest thing ever.

[hippolotamus]

Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @daffi-990 @steadfastsaturnsrings ... in true Fuck It spirit this is neither on Friday or very PG. I was very inspired by my wife @disasterbuckdiaz's snippet and this kinda spilled out.

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“You’re overthinking again. If you want to – and I’m pretty sure you do,” Eddie whispers, tracing his thumb along Buck’s lower lip, “I can help with that.” 

Eddie’s fingers trace along Buck’s jawline until they settle on his shoulder where they fit perfectly, his thumb nestled into the divot of Buck’s collarbone. A space that may as well have been marked Property of Eddie Diaz when Buck was born. 

“Y-you can?” Buck’s eyelids flutter closed, but he quickly forces them open again, not wanting to miss anything Eddie’s doing. 

Eddie presses a featherlight kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth, first one side then the other, another to his cheekbone, until finally he’s right next to Buck’s ear, his voice low and sweet like the symphony of chirping grasshoppers and glowing fireflies in summer. “You know I can, sweetheart. Because I know you, and what you need right now. How your beautiful brain is so jumbled with thoughts you don’t know which one to turn to next. How you’re wishing they would all disappear. How badly you want someone else to take control. Because you could distract yourself, but you and I both know it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying.” 

Eddie kisses the hinge of Buck’s jaw, sending a shower of sparks racing down his spine, chasing after the offer Eddie’s delivering on a silver platter. “But I need you to tell me. Do you think you can do that, baby?” 

“F-fuck, Eddie. Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?” Eddie purrs. “Yes, what? Yes, you can tell me what you need? Yes, you want me to take you apart and put you back together? Or yes, you want me to fuck you so thoroughly you don’t remember your own name?”

Jesus Christ. “All of that, Eds. God, everything. Want everything with you,” Buck babbles. 

Eddie pulls him in for a devastating, earth shattering kiss that would make Buck weak in the knees if he wasn’t already. His lips part when Eddie’s tongue teases at the seam, letting their tongues slide together. But then Eddie tears himself away and Buck whines, trying to chase after him. 

“Shhh, shh, shh. Just wait, it’s okay.” Eddie strokes Buck’s cheek, soothing his impatience. “Can you be a good boy for me?”

The words hit Buck with a force heavier than a tsunami wave, more intense than a bolt of lightning. He can’t help the way he immediately feels gooey and pliant, ready to obey. 

“Yes, sir. S’good. Can be so good.” Buck preens at the way Eddie’s breath hitches on the word sir. He feels like he’s been infused with sunshine and starlight, so happy he’s done something to please Eddie.

“Stand still. Right here. No matter what, okay? Not a muscle unless I tell you.” 

Buck nods eagerly.

“Words, darlin’.” Eddie’s drawl coats every syllable, unexpected but reassuring, and Buck wants to fucking live in it. Wants to wrap the honeyed intonation around himself like a second skin and never leave. “I need words.”

“Yes, sir. Won’t move. Promise.” 

Eddie hums in delight, taking a step back, just enough to create a pocket of space. He gathers the hem of Buck’s polo and lifts, silently commanding Buck to follow. Buck does, willingly, raising his arms for Eddie to complete his task. Eddie tosses it to the side then bites the tip of his thumb, walking in a slow circle, surveying. 

Buck casually wonders if this is how sculptures feel. Pieces put out in the world for public consumption. He would gladly stand here as long as Eddie wants him to, would allow Eddie to caress and carve and smooth him into an ideal shape.  

The sound of Eddie’s footsteps stop somewhere behind him, replaced by fingers fidgeting with buttons that make a quiet clack when the shirt hits the floor. Then there is only a maddening, heavy silence, leaving no indication of how close Eddie might be. Buck can’t detect his breathing, but knows Eddie – his partner – is still there. 

Sweet relief washes over him as Eddie wraps himself around Buck, hands sliding over his pecs and down the ridge of his abs, a blazing line of heat where Eddie’s chest presses against his back. Buck imagines, if he were to look, their bare skin would glow everywhere it touches. Two celestial beings burning bright and hot like stars in the night sky. 

Silent signals traverse between them like radio waves. Communications in the form of every one of Eddie’s touches and breaths fanning across the line of his neck, the shell of his ear, the point where the two meet. It’s something Buck supposes was inevitable. Eddie knows him in every other way. It’s not impossible to believe he knows this too. That Eddie would already be attuned to the ways Buck’s body reacts, the precise frequency of how he craves Eddie. Maybe it’s more obvious than Buck suspects. An aura of overwhelm and too much and too in his head that manifests as a primal, visceral need to submit. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn it radiates off of him in shades of sage, twilight, silver and violet. 

Eddie’s fingers skim outward, along the vee of Buck’s torso, over his wrists, trailing through coarse arm hair, up to the bend of Buck’s elbows. Buck wants to turn around, wants to capture Eddie’s mouth in a filthy kiss, wants to see the molten desire turning chocolate brown irises to nearly pure black. But that’s not what Eddie told him to do. Eddie had very specific instructions. And Buck is rather inclined to listen. He told Eddie he would be good for him. And he will. He wants to, more than anything. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, planting kisses like tiny flowers along the line of Buck’s shoulders. As if Buck is a wild, abandoned patch of earth that Eddie believes can grow something beautiful and transformative. Because, to Buck, Eddie couldn’t do anything less. He would never be capable of making something unsightly or unpleasant, even with Buck as a starting point. 

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Gently reminding Rain that he is very much allowed to stop Payu at any point

[x-whispers-of-october-x]

#consent, always!

[bunnihearted]

꒰୨୧꒱

[sibswin]

Occasionally, i can be lonely IRL. Wish someone confident would just come and just sweep me away and take advantage of me and manipulate me and prey on me tbh

[ghoulishfreak]

I've always been curious about having triggers installed. The idea of someone who could use it against you at any moment is so hot. Have you done it to a sub before? Does it really work? 🕷️

yes! i think it really depends on the sub, some take to it easier than others. it's all about wearing down any resistance. that's why obeying is such a big part of what my hypno posts, if a toy obeys without resistance then you can put anything in their head 💕

[the-l00ker]

Nah not my college doing a presentation on Domestic Abuse and, like I'm part of the team that authorities important topic and today was meant to be in AI security (Btw I'm not a teacher. Student Council!)

So when I saw the topic I was SHOCKED

Asked afterwards and they were like "Yeah due to recent online events we thought we should address some things"

IM SORRY WHAY-

MY COLLEGE HAS A TWITTER ACCOUNT???

(but seriously I'm so proud of my college ya'll🥹)

[ask-a-bot]

I won't pretend to speak for ALL humans, but for a lot of us, when it comes to death, the important thing is closure. Knowing how it happened, when it happened, and what happened to their remains and all that. The issue isn't stuffing them, it's more.. consent, you know?

Oh, consent. Yeah. I suppose that's important. Dot is big on that. Megabum might get upset if I don't give it enough thought.

[shy-forceghost]

I just love how every post-S2 Warrior Nun fanfic that I read includes a part of Ava apologizing to Beatrice for kissing her without asking

WN fans, you really understood the assignment n.n

[needytboy]

if anyone knows of any websites like makemeobey.xyz that are for trans masc people let me know bc i like using it but it does make me a little dysphoric. it was really fun overall and made me feel really relaxed, dumb, and needy. i got soaked and came really hard. i was having a hard time taking some of it seriously though, but it felt like a fun game and it’s nice to have something i can do like that instead of just having to hope someone will send an ask wanting to play

[bookwyrminspiration]

not me i’m loving the 50 shades posting. it’s like microdosing watching something realllly bad but realllllly funny but i don’t have to actually do it myself!!

oh? well I'm very glad to be of service as the buffer between you all and the...situation...that is 50 shades! filtering out only the best (in some cases best=worst) to share

wait hang on. that one soldier meme but it's me standing guard over all you asleep in your beds with my arms outstretched taking the knives to the back except the knives are 50 shades

speaking of bad but funny things, Ana's got this ongoing "inner goddess" commentary thing going on. I dismissed it the first few times but it keeps coming back...like her talking about her "inner goddess" is a recurring thing. I think it's being used as like...a reference to her pure innate femininity? her inner goddess is her natural womanhood. it's never talked about she just references it in her thoughts like a totally normal thing. "my inner goddess is thrilled"

anyway I think this book is actively eating away at my brain like acid but I am nowhere close to finished. wish me luck guys it's gotten to the fucking, I think it's just gonna be all fucking from here on out

[rosicheeks]

What does cnc mean?

Consensual non consensual