#insp: word

[la-lune-et-la-etoile]

(Written for different universes)

Trans Remus who didn't come out until uni because he didn't want there to be just another thing wrong with him.

Trans Regulus who came out at 12, and then again at 17 because it was like everyone just ignored it once he had to be the heir. He came out for good at 24, as soon as his parents were gone.

Non-binary James who came out to all their friends but never told their parents.

Trans Lily who boymoded at home until she was able to leave, who was bullied by her sister for being too girly until she said she was a girl.

Trans Pandora who always knew, but it wasn't the right time for her parents.

Genderfuid/flux Barty who came out as soon as he could to spite their dad, fuck the consequences, and never saw his father proud of him again.

[mqmotivate]

Be with someone who makes you happy.

[leehallfae]

“darwinism” - halsey

[arkhamsfinalvictim]

[nope-nora]

in the latter days

Big Red Machine feat. Anaïs Mitchell, “Latter Days” | Bertolt Brecht, “The Svenborg Poems” | Mae Martin for PinkNews | Hozier, “To Noise Making (Sing)” | Jessica Diamond on display at the Hirshhorn Museum of Art | Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” | Big Red Machine feat. Anaïs Mitchell, “Latter Days”

[miltnmarla-a-day]

au

day 97 : as rainworld iterators

[questsbetweencovers]

There's a fire between us.

[4lbon]

Lolex smut drabble, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, enjoy 18+ MINORS DNI PLZ

Alex's other hand is still on his waist, almost pointless now. For the first one he was desperate to bounce on his cock, sobbing and crying as Alex held him still, keeping him fully sat in his lap as he came all over Alex's fingers. Logan's not sure he could move his legs now even if he wanted to, but Alex's grip on his hip stays all the same.

He's not sure he can move any part of his body at all, except for the way his hole is still fluttering around Alex, remnants of a third orgasm still lingering. His arms, wrapped around Alex's shoulders, have started to go tingly, face pressed to his chest, sticky with drool and tears. Alex's other hand keeps moving, as Logan's cock fights to get hard again.

"You can come on my cock one more time, can't you baby?"

[authenticity2025]

Be with someone who makes you happy.

[writingsofthemoon]

[wordswithloveee]

[imogenkol]

— 100 word spin challenge

spun a wheel last week that gave me 100 words to write so here is definitely a 100 word quick drabble and not 200+ words of Bix kissing her grumpy evil gf

Bix noted the hard set line of Imogen’s jaw, the crease in her brow that made her cold steel eyes all the more intense as she glared with rigid muscles. Imogen resembled a statue of some vengeful sentinel, ready to strike down a life for the slightest inconvenience.

A subtle knowing grin tugged at the corner of Bix’s mouth. “You have that look again.”

Imogen shifted her attention, expression softening ever so slightly as she met her lover’s gaze. “And what look would that be?”

“Adorable scowl that’s just asking for trouble,” Bix murmured playfully. Her grin grew into a smug smile when Imogen glanced away to roll her eyes at the offensive connotation. Bix had done it on purpose. Pretty. Sweetheart. Cute. Adorable. It was all too easy to get under her skin with descriptors like that.

Those storming irises landed back on the mechanic, stopping her breath for a stuttered heartbeat. Imogen lifted her thumb and fondly caressed Bix by her chin. “You are the only trouble I desire, darling,” the bounty hunter responded in her low, sultry tone.

Bix leaned in, raising herself up just enough to plant a kiss to her lover’s lips – one that lingered with a soft heat, coaxing the other woman to relax. Bix felt strong hands grip her hips to pull her in for something deeper, but she broke the cadence and whispered “Liar.”

[leehallfae]

“they pushed their faces toward me. / their poems toward me. / they leapt & thrashed, they were stars, / stars, stars. / i woke up weeping. do you understand? / i thought i could only fall asleep / doing that.”

— chen chen, “spring summer autumn winter,” your emergency contact has experienced an emergency

[thefouraboveall]

Some of the Choreography in Back on 74.

[raayllum]

listening to big black car and thinking about rayllum

You were a miracle, I was just holdin' your space Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face The past, she is haunted, the future is laced

They won't stay, they won't stay for too long now This could be all that we know of love and all Well, you were a dancer and I was a rag The song in my head, it was all that I had Hope was a letter I never could send Well, love was a country we couldn't defend

[marlocandeea]

Just by the nature of the limitations you set, the work will be different from what you've done before. It is of little importance whether it's better. The purpose is self-discovery.

The Creative Act: a Way of Being, R. Rubin