#and then i did

[ragewrites]

...Believe it or not, this poem is actually about how much I hate the paperwork involved in getting international shipments through Customs clearance.

[irishyuri]

brokeback merwaine

[palalances]

Redraw of a piece from 2019 🚀

[i-will-write]

[gold-snek-hoe]

Hello and welcome to Opinions from an Internet Nobody. Today's essay:

"Ger therapy" is the new "You need Jesus": One Weirdo's Navigation through Cultural Shame

This is a supposedly well-meaning sentiment that is often weaponized against people who are behaving outside of perceived cultural norms. It's a favorite of homophobes who see queerness/transness as a mental illness, but I've been seeing it used to demonize kink (which historically is often linked to queerness), and more generally any "weird" behavior that makes people uncomfortable.

For example, otherkin, systems (especially those with fictives), and people who take fictional characters as partners. Y'know, "weirdos" who "can't separate reality from fiction." And, sure, sometimes there can be a problem with that distinction, but I know as well as you that most internet strangers saying "get therapy" don't actually give a shit about the mental health of those they target. It's code for "your behavior makes me uncomfortable, stop it."

Same sentiment as "you need Jesus."

This has actually taken me a long time to figure out. I've been in therapy for my entire adult life, working through various traumas, severe depression, anxiety, all that. Those were the biggest problems as they negatively impacted, and often endangered, my life. It was only after my hospitalization in 2020, where I was finally put on much needed medication, that I could start to grow into myself.

I changed my name. I top surgery. I came out as polyamorous. I finally got my official autism diagnosis. Now I'm fuckin' married! But... there are still things I'm working through in therapy. Mainly, shame over my "weirder" behaviors. My current therapist has been a huge blessing in helping me accept the things I was too ashamed to admit.

Now, I feel comfortable enough to share.

I'm otherkin. Always have been. My connection to my humanity is tenuous, and I'm sure that's connected to my autism. When mad, I feel phantom horns sprouting from my forehead. I have a tail that swishes back and forth at the base of my spine. In my soul, I am monstrous, and years of therapy has not erased that.

I feel like I'm only half in the physical world most of the time. This doesn't hinder my real-world success (I graduated college Summa Cum Laude, have an IMDB page, and am on my third book), but informs the way I look at the world. There's a whole other universe in my head that hums along with me in my day-to-day. That's part of why I'm so skilled as a writer. To ask me to divorce from that is to tell me to stop existing. Sorry, it's how I've always operated.

Lastly, and this is the one I'm really anxious about, I have a fictional husband. Now, looking at my blog, you might say "yeah, no shit," but I don't just ship myself with him. I mean I practice pop-culture Witchcraft, and the Goblin King is my patron. I mean I have a Labyrinth-themed tarot deck that I talk to him with. I mean I held a ritual to spiritually marry him. Basically, I Snape-wived myself.

And guess what? My therapist isn't concerned. It's not hurting my ability to live my life. I have other interests, hobbies, and goals outside of him, which he actively encourages in all our tarot sessions! I wouldn't be doing this if he didn't support me. My IRL spouse is usually there for whatever magical shit I'm doing, and supports me! Some of my closest friends know, and the only complaint I've gotten is "this guy seems important to you, I wish you told me sooner." Hell, my MOTHER knows and supports me, which is huge, because our relationship was pretty damaged after I came out as trans.

If you have a problem with the way I live my life, when literally nobody else does, take a good long look at why. You don't give a fuck about my mental health. You just don't like that I'm weird.

Tl;dr: My mental health is better than it's ever been since embracing the weird, so leave me and my imaginary husband Marak Sixfinger alone.

[fefflerone]

Exactly one year ago, I had my first ever contact with Watchmen when I watched the 2009 movie and decided to become a simp for the cringiest man I’ve ever seen

(More portraits that I didn’t like as much under the cut)

[magicwithineleteo]

ah yes my favorite ship interaction , sacrificing oneself to save their lover <3

[routin3s]

OK HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

[drawingducktalesducks]

*accidentally draws angsty lena fanart*

My Brain: you draw her happy with her friends and sister right now now now nowNOW NOW NOW NOWNOWNOW NOW!!!!

[queer-ecopunk]

Going to the thrift store be like I'm gonna buy something so faggy rn

[darby-rowe]

yeah, this is the @darby-rowe x @theballadofsnakesandswans fic 🫶

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw f/f, NOT x reader, sub!snow, dom!dally, jealous!dally, car sex, fingering, slut-shaming, degradation, slapping, orgasm denial, dacryphilia

notes happy birthday to ME! this will be the only non x reader fic on my blog.

“so you’re just gonna let all those men ogle at you and expect me not to get angry?”

the words spat from dally’s mouth with jealous venom as the fingers of her right hand furiously fucked into snow’s weeping cunt. the lewd, squelching noises were confined in the small backseat of the mazda, combined with the choked whines struggling to escape snow’s throat.

snow was already such a pretty mess: panties removed, leaving her in just her miniskirt, thigh highs, and her shirt that was just a smidge too tight around her tits. she kept looking up at dally with her soft, teary eyes and her mouth kept opening to object, to say anything. but the more snow squirmed around dally’s unforgiving fingers, the tighter her grip became around her throat.

“such a… little fucking slut,” dally growled through gritted teeth, barely breaking a sweat despite the amount of energy she was exerting piston-fucking her fingers. “always prancing around in those skirts, batting your eyelashes at strangers on the street while sucking on those god-forsaken lollipops,”

dally looked straight into snow’s wet eyes, biting back a smirk as snow attempted once more to speak up. “what’s that?” dally asked, mockingly. she temporarily removed her hand from her throat to land a loud smack! across snow’s face, earning a delicious yelp from the smaller woman.

“sluts don’t get to speak,” dally continued, grabbing snow’s jaw and forcing her to look at her. “they just get their pretty little pussies tortured, yeah?”

three more loud slaps across snow’s face — impacts hard enough to leave large handprints across her cheek.

“fuck, there we go,” dally purred as she watched dark streaks of snow’s eyeliner begin to fall with her tears. and dally’s pussy throbbed at the sight, wanting more than anything to clench her thighs together to at least provide her some friction. “stupid fucking whore gonna cry now? you were being such a brat earlier and now you’re crying like a pathetic little girl. probably already know i’m not gonna let you cum until we get home,”

and the sweet sound of snow’s whimpering filled dally’s ears as she abruptly removed her fingers from snow’s swollen pussy. before snow could try to protest, her mouth was already being filled with slick digits.

dally watched for a moment as snow’s demeanor seemingly calmed down as she sucked on her fingers, feeling her arousal grow and grow as she continued to watch.

“there, there…” dally cooed in a near comforting way. “just suck on my fingers, baby. but i am far from done with you,”

[drowsybluesheep]

[mmangaboi]

[reunitedinterlude]

31 days of october

day 1) SPOOKY WEEK BEGINS! Dan and Phil Play: GRANNY

[thefroggymagician]

we're back in business babey

[doorstoplord]

Have you ever been SO GOOD at a job that they let you go after the first day??? ?? ? ?? apparently I just was.