#it felt so so freeing to do the exact opposite of literally everything he was raised to be

[transvoxman]

Ok actually I was wrong in the tags, laserblast was never outwardly a jerk in highschool, not for anything that could be traced back to him. He was Always nice, he was Always the bigger person, specifically just so that no one could ever say "he wouldn't make a good hero, he was mean to me once." Poor guy created his Whole Personality around having a career as the Most Successful Hero Ever, he never did a genuine/true-to-humself thing in his whole goddamn life until he started being Venomous.

[socialist-microwave-laser]

Hey the increase in antisemitism is horrible. I want to do everything I can to help. Just so I know the right thing to do, does "listen to Jews and give us space to mourn" include listening to Zionist? Many of them are Jews. Many of them won't say they're Zionists, that they're Just Jews, and don't know why people Just Hate Jews now, while calling even the gentlest opposition to textbook war crimes antisemitic.

Like, you say Listen to Jews, and I think, sure that sounds good. And then on Twitter there is a guy with a giant star of David on a flag as his icon, saying All Us Jews Have a Right to Defend Ourselves and our Jewishness and what he means is the right to depopulate and flatten Gaza and turn it into a gleaming modern city free of arabs. And he is doing this under literally the flag of the star of david

So as a person concerned with justice and really trying to do the right thing, do I listen to that Jew? Because those are absolutely the loudest voices in the room right now,that's the army and the government and their loudest supporters, and most of the times I hear people say the word "antisemitism" what they mean is "not patronizing corporations that materially support genocide", and when they say "attack on Jews as bad as the Holocaust" they often mean "resistance to Israeli occupation of stolen land"

sorry i'm answering this four days late, tumblr mobile is awful about telling you when you have new asks lmfao

honestly the answer here is yes. you do listen to zionists. you actually should listen to jews who identify as zionists VERY closely for a few different reasons

zionism is a word that has very different meanings within and without jewish spaces. this is something i've talked about a lot on my blog, but basically, many jews use this to describe a feeling of connection to eretz israel, the land of the people israel, and doesn't inherently have anything to do with the israeli government. you should be able to find posts where i talk about this at this link [x]

you say so yourself that many people will say one thing and mean another, and that's definitely true, but the problem is that you won't know who's doing that without listening to them. many jews saying those exact things are very explicitly against the israeli government

along a similar vein, it's important to listen to why a jew says something is antisemitic. like yeah there are some people who equate any critique of medinas israel (the state of israel) as antisemitism, but there are also people who very rightfully have called out popular anti-zionist talking points as antisemitic and were then dismissed as zionist (even if this person very explicitly states that they are not a zionist). for example, when susan sarandon got fired, as people put it, "for attending a pro-palestinian rally." it was actually because she said the "people that are afraid of being jewish at this time... are getting a taste of what it feels like to be a muslim in [the united states]" [x] that statement is horrifically antisemitic because it 1) suggests that the rise in antisemitism (a 541% increase from last year as of last week [x]) is justified and 2) suggests that antisemitism is somehow a new thing in the us that jews are just now beginning to experience. in this instance it would be very important to listen to someone explain WHY they felt what she said was antisemitic, bc at first blush it just sounds like one of those cases of equating support for palestinian liberation with antisemitism

honestly i feel this is most important, which is why i put it last. to quote rami elhanan: “how will you get respect if you don’t give respect? once you are able to listen to the pain of the other, you can expect the other to listen to your pain." in that same talk, bassam aramin said “don’t claim that you own the truth always. people’s stories are their truth. you need to listen, respect, then the other side will listen to you and your pain." this was a lesson i learned because i'm a queer anarchist in kentucky; it was only when i listened to the people around me that i supposedly disagree such that i learned we agree on almost everything, and that was when we began yo see each other's humanity. another quote from aramin: "we didn’t meet as friends, no, we meet as enemies. but now we are family. and we had to start by talking to each other." the recording of the talk i attended hasn't been made public yet, but i posted a bunch of quotes from it here [x]

[lythea-creation]

I'm Nothing Like You - Remus Lupin x daughter reader

summary: (f/n) is the exact opposite of her smart and outgoing twin sister Amy. Will Remus be able to show her that love isn't tied to grades?

warnings: breakdown

word count: 1.069

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I had always lived in the shadow of my younger twin sister Amy. Growing up in an orphanage you quickly learn if you are sociable.

Amy never had any difficulties to make new friends. She was the center of attention. Beautiful, charismatic, smart, funny. She had it all.

Meanwhile I was rather a quiet and shy person, mostly overlooked.

The only thing I was good at was drawing. But nobody seemed to be interested in that.

Whenever I scribbled into my notebooks because I was overwhelmed with a task, I got scolded for playing around, ruining my expensive devices. Then they would blame my bad grades on drawing instead of paying attention in class.

They had no idea, did not even want to understand that it was hard for me to learn. Theory simply was not my strength. But instead of helping me they mocked me.

Amy had tried to support me, explain it to me. But she had given up after some time. I was a hopeless case.

I thought that might all change when we got an acceptance letter for Hogwarts. We were both absolutely excited to get to study magic, live in a literal castle instead of a run down, underfunded house.

But it turned out that I was a failure at either school.

I transformed only one half of an object, accidentally invented new potions, did not manage to fly higher than three feet above the ground.

Amy attempted to encourage me, told me that I only needed more time, but it felt hopeless. No matter how hard I tried, how much longer I trained, how many times I practiced, I just did not get any better.

What was I supposed to do?

It all took a turn for the worse in our second year, when Remus Lupin became our teacher. None of us had known that he was our father until Dumbledore had revealed it. In contrast to me Dumbledore appeared to know everything.

Amy and Remus quickly came along. Amy's easy-going nature and her awesome grades were making it hard for people not to love her.

I, on the other hand, was having difficulties to bond with Remus. Ironic that I was even failing in that matter.

We just did not have anything in common.

Instead of having a greater support system, it felt like I was falling behind my sister even more. I felt like an outcast when the three of us spend time together, even though they tried to integrate me.

I wondered if they also turned away from me if we were not blood-related.

“Now it's time to get your grades”, Professor McGonagall announced.

I was anxiously scribbling away at a piece of parchment. Remus had bought me a pencil set for my birthday.

When the professor handed me my grades, she sent me a disappointed look. I had barely managed not to fail, all thanks to Amy's help and my endless hours of studying and practicing when everybody else had been out and having fun together.

“I'm so excited to visit dad again”, Amy rejoiced during the train ride.

We had just finished our fourth year at Hogwarts. So we only knew Remus for three years now. When had Amy started calling him dad?

I was torn between being happy for her and feeling even more like an outcast.

“There are my two favorite girls”, Remus greeted us as soon as we had left the train, opening his arms for us.

Amy did not hesitate to run into his embrace.

I simply waved at him, forcing me to send him a short smile.

Honestly I was not excited to see him at all after just getting my grades. I would only disappoint him and therefore ruin the mood.

Amy and Remus were talking the whole ride home about Amy's time and Hogwarts and what they wanted to do during the holidays.

“What about you, (f/n)?”, Remus wondered. “How was your year?”

“Okay, I guess”, I stated.

I did not notice the concerned glance Remus sent my way as I was watching the landscape pass by.

After unpacking everything at home, Remus had rented an apartment for the three of us, Amy showed Remus her grades. The pride was written over both their faces, making me want to vanish.

Now of course, Remus was asking to see my grades as well.

Reluctantly I handed the piece of parchment over, hugging myself to keep me from falling apart.

I did not dare to look at him while he was scanning the page. I could not take the disappointment I was about to see in his eyes.

“(f/n), why are you crying?”, Remus worried.

I could not help it. I was feeling like an utter failure, a disgrace to both him and my sister. How could twins be so inherently different?

“Hey, what is it?”, he asked me softly, placing his hand on my shoulder.

Now I was completely breaking down, sinking to my knees and sobbing my heart out. I could not take it anymore.

Remus knelt down in front of me and pulled me into his arms, while my sister placed her hand on my thigh.

After I had calmed down Remus asked me again what was up and I told him about everything weighing me down.

“(f/n), it doesn't matter to me how much we have in common. I love you no less than Amy and it hurts me to see you so torn. Considering how hard school is for you, I think you did great. You passed all subjects. You can be really proud of yourself. Your hard work paid off”, Remus proposed. “You just have different strengths and weaknesses which isn't bad at all. Your drawings are amazing, (f/n). Don't just focus on what's hard for you.”

“To be honest I always envied you”, Amy confessed.

“You envied me?”, I reassured, absolutely taken off guard.

“You're way more ambitious and hard-working than me. You're an awesome artist and don't let society put you down. You never seemed to care about fitting in. I always adapt to make sure other people like me. You're so much stronger than me”, she declared.

I was speechless at her words. Apparently I had perceived it all wrong.

“Now who wants to go and get ice cream?”, Remus suggested smiling.

[dreaminofu]

What else is a girl gonna do on her free time besides google songs about fire and water?

The first time I saw you, I knew, I knew

The world stopped for a second now, and I don't know how. No I don't know how. You're the Sun, I'm the moon. You're my heaven, I’m your June

Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together. Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together

Is it destiny? Or maybe, cause lately I've been feeling very lucky. Maybe we've already met in another life. You were my wife [for life], I was your knight and you my queen

Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together. Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together

Cause you're the day, I'm the night. You're my way, I'm your light. You're my starlight, I'm your spaceflight. We are one, we are one

Like fire and water

[Soulmates, those embarrassing reactions in Madrid in the middle of interviews, ”It instantly felt like there’s something there, there was something between us”]

Our love's like fire and water, I ask myself, "should I bother?"

When you look at me with those big brown eyes, then I know what I'll do. I've tried but it's impossible, can’t keep myself away from you

There's something in the water, starts a fire. Feel like I should warn ya, but I never learn. So let's jump right in now. Don't fight the shivers, steam up the mirrors, all night

Something in the fire, makes the water run a little wilder, but we never learn. So let's jump right in now. I'm burning for ya

Fire and water

[I mean… we all know Jere especially cannot shut up about Bojan or keep his hands away from him when they’re together]

When I touch you, I can feel you shivering, I can feel your heart is beating fast. We are alone in this crowded room. Oh tonight there is something happening, and it's something that should never be, but there's a flame over you and me

And I can see the fire on water, I can see the light shining in your eyes. I know that I can't stop it now, 'cos I've been caught in the heat of the sun...

[This is literally the whole NT for them, everyone else around them disappeared on stage and in the ljubav ig live]

I was losing, I was lost, cursing everything that I come across. I was wounded, I was weak, I didn't realize I needed a drink of your water. Your water. It floods my memory and it quenches my soul

I was busted, I was broke, drowning in the darkness and starting to choke. I was struggling, I was stranded, them I bent down and cupped my hands in your water. Your water. It floods my memory and it quenches my soul

I was fumbling and frustrated, I was sluggish and sedated. I was worthless, I was wasted, I was blind up until I tasted your water. Your water. It floods my memory and it quenches my soul

[Reminds me of Jere being devastated over losing and Bojan comforting him and Jere accepting it even though he doesn’t usually like people comforting him + probably any other time one of them has been struggling]

Fire on fire would normally kill us, but this much desire, together, we're winners. They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners, but don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms. 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me and look in my eyes. You are perfection, my only direction. It's fire on fire, mmm. It's fire on fire

[Their similarities, twin flames, the way they just shine brighter when they’re together, ”…and maybe that’s why we love together”]

Is it true that opposites attract, fire and water to be exact. I stood there alone, gazing at the blaze full blown. I'm comforted by this light, whether in the day or night. I found a new flame, one that's similar but not the same

Burning with passion and desire, all the traits I admire. I won't loose this zeal, it’s something I yearn to feel. The warmth of tender loving care, cooling to the touch. I still can feel you there, cause I'm water gasping for air. Said I'm water gasping for air

Steaming with frustration, i’m tuned to your station. Watching all the moves you make, desperate for your touch to brake the ice that surrounds my soul. Because it's my heart you stole

Is it true that opposites attract, fire and water to be exact. I stood there alone, gazing at the blaze full blown. I'm comforted by this light, whether in the day or night. I found a new flame, one that's similar but not the same

I'm steaming with frustration, from this situation. I'm longing but can't find, some shade to cool the shine. I'm steaming with frustration, from this situation. I'm longing but can't find, some shade to cool the shine

[They’re similar but not the same, balancing each other when the other needs more fire or water + some bojere angst]

Naturally, I need to finish this off with KUUMAA

Sanotaan vaan, et tää oli sattuman kauppaa, miten osuttiin samaan paikkaan ja aikaan. Ei kadonnut tunteet piiskaamalla kummastakaan ja mä oon taas valmis lähtee sun kaa ihan mihin vaan

Yö pimenee, mutta meitä ei nukuta. Mä vannoin, etten aio suhun rakastua, mut tulipalo on irti ja mä haluun sua, niinku hullu, tuhlaan tulitikkuja

They say that this was coincidence, how we happened to be at the same place at the same time. Our feelings wouldn't disappear even with force and I'm ready again to leave anywhere with you

The night darkens but we are not tired. I swore that I wouldn't fall in love with you, but fire is on the loose and I want you, like a madman I waste matches

[Stars aligned, soulmates living on the opposite sides of Europe happen to represent their countries at Eurovision in the same year, and the rest is history]

[seunggelic]

a familiar face - lee felix

A/N: hii i kinda hate the way i wrote this one tbh so i might edit it later. sorry for any typos i didn’t rly proofread

pairing: idol!lee felix x reader

genre: childhood friends to potential lovers

description: you never had friends in highschool until you started to tutor lee felix. but when he disappears without a trace you never thought you would see him again at a concert your friend dragged you to. 

word count: 4.5k

Sophomore year

To make a long story short, high school sucked.

ok that may have been an exaggeration but it certainly wasn’t the fairytale experience movies and media made it out to be. It was mostly boring classes, loud lunches, and long nights slaving over homework. You had a few acquaintances from middle school but you never really formed a strong bond with anyone. “Maybe this year would be different” you told yourself but deep down you had low expectations. The upside to not having friends was less distractions, you were able to actually pay attention in class which meant you actually had decent grades. enter lee Felix. Perhaps the exact opposite of you. What he lacked in academics he made up for in popularity. The second he entered school grounds he would be greeted by at least three people at once, but who could blame them. He had the looks, the personality, and talent. You’d seen him perform in the school dance showcases, even you could see his talent was unmatched. everything in his high school career seemed to be perfect, except for his grades. It’s not like he didn’t try to focus in class, he just always seemed to be caught up in a conversation. his worst subject was calculus, it wasn’t completely his fault, the teacher was an angry old man who had it out for everybody. It was almost impossible to pass his class but there you were with the highest grade. Felix knew if he didn’t pass this class he might have to retake it during summer which would kill his social life. The only other option was to get tutored so he swallowed his pride and asked you for help. 

You felt his presence before he spoke, you look up to meet his gaze. You were a little surprised to see Felix standing there but tried not to show it. “Can I help you?” It came out a little more judgmental than you had expected and you could see Felix visibly get more nervous. “Uh you’re y/n right?” You nodded slowly still unsure of his motives. “And you’re in t/n’s *teachers name* class right” secretly Felix already knew you were in the same class as him, you only sat two seats away after all, but he needed to stall before he asked for your help. You nodded again. “So.. um- yea you don’t have to but it- I’m really struggling in his class and I don’t want to retake his class in the summer and he’s really mean and math is hard so..” He trailed off. “Im sorry what exactly do you need?” he paused. he realized that he hadn’t actually asked if you could tutor him “OH SORRY I was wondering if you could maybe tutor me or something since I know you’re really good at math and…stuff” you thought about it for a second. felix was nice and you literally had nothing else going on, it couldn’t hurt helping out a classmate “sure.” You could see his nervous energy melt away. “REALLY? Thank you so so much you are a lifesaver” and just like that, he ran off. You went back to lunch but looked up again when you heard his footsteps coming back. “Sorry I realized I didn’t get your number” he handed you his phone. Seeing your hesitation he reassured you “its only to like schedule stuff don’t worry” he flashed his iconic bright smile and you took his phone. After putting in your information you handed it back to him and he awkwardly stood there for a few seconds as if he was going to say something but decided against it. “Uhh ok..bye” then jogged off. 

*time skip*

afterschool you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. “Hi it’s Felix :)” thinking for a few seconds you typed a response “hey” real smooth. “I was wondering what days you are free?” You chuckled to yourself, imagining what it would be like if you actually had plans “pretty much everyday” there were a few seconds of silence “awesome, I have dance practice Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday so we can meet on like Friday if you want?” “That works for me” you put your phone down to start on homework. Then you heard another buzz “I cant wait :D” the gentle glow of your phone illuminated the small smile on your face but you shook it off and put your phone down, you still have work to do. Still you felt a light heat on your cheeks

*friday* 

You glanced at the clock, 2:57. Stop worrying, all you are doing is tutoring for two hours, then you can go home and binge the office. You and Felix had texted a few more times and agreed to meet in the library at 3. You double checked all the notes you had prepared and checked the clock again, 2:58. You laid your head on the table, why were you so nervous? Its not like this is a date, you are just one classmate helping another. “Hey y/n” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You shot up from the desk and stuck out your hand. he looked at it with confusion and you mentally slapped yourself in the head. He chuckled then gently shook your hand “you do realize met before right?” “Uh yea I don’t know it just felt customary” you shared a couple awkward laughs until you both realized you were still shaking hands. You jerked your hand back and avoided his gaze. he cleared his throat “uh should we get started?” You both sat down and you laid out the notes you wrote for this lesson “woah, you didn’t need to do all of this” his eyes widened seeing everything you had prepared “it was no big deal I had a lot of time” and with that the lesson began. 

Two hours seemed to fly by. Felix seemed to understand the material fairly well. You handed him some practice problems and told him to complete it by next Friday “damn are you really giving me homework?” he laughed and took the papers “its all part of the y/n tutoring experience” you said with a sheepish smile. There was a few seconds of comfortable silence. “So-“ “well-“ you both said at the same time. “Sorry sorry you go first” you said laughing “oh uh yea I was just gonna say thanks again for helping me.” “Yea its no problem, happy to help” you packed up your bag and rocked on your feet for a few seconds “well i’m gonna get going, see you next week” 

*time skip* 

Throughout the next few weeks, you would keep your head down, making your way through the school day while Felix continued his routine of greeting friends at every turn. However, on Fridays at 3 the two of you would be in your own world. Despite your contrasting lives you both found solace in each others company. You appreciated felix’s bright energy and felix found comfort in your quiet calm presence. You started to look up to greet him in the hallways and he would always make a point to stop and have a small conversation with you. His friends found it strange that this random person whom they had never seen before suddenly become a part of Felix’s routine but neither of you seemed to care. You didn’t hang out with each other outside of those small interactions in the hallways and after schools on Fridays but it was enough to fuel your growing feelings for him. 

“Y’know lix” you started “you’re actually really good at math, I feel like you don’t need me” Felix smiled at the new nickname “what are you talking about I was literally failing the class before you started helping me” “yea but I barely have to teach you, I just show you like one example and you instantly get it” he stopped writing then looked up at you. Moving a few inches closer he smiled “maybe I just have a better teacher now” you felt your cheeks heat up “shut up” you laughed and shoved him away. He tapped his pencil on the table a few times before looking up at you again. “I was wondering, if you were free Saturday?” “Uhh yea why?” He swallowed before he spoke again, “well I have this dance show case thingy and I was hoping maybe you could go?” He scanned your face for any reaction “are you kidding? Yea Id love to go!” he let out a sigh of relief before turning back to the homework “I cant wait” 

*saturday*

You stood infront a pile of clothes on the floor, why was this so hard? All of your clothes just didn’t feel right and you didn’t have a best friend to ask for advice. Rummaging through your clothes you found a pleated skirt your mom had bought you. You examined it in the light, you never wore stuff like this but if there was ever an opportunity to try tonight would be the night. You paired it with some random graphic tee you found in the pile. Before you had time to second guess your outfit you realized you were running late. bidding a quick goodbye to your parents you jumped on your bike and made your way to school. 

Your heart sunk when you saw how packed the theater was, the only spaces were in the far back, theres no way you would actually be able to see anything on the stage. You saw your phone light up in your hand, a message from Felix “btw, theres a seat for you near the front :)” your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness. You made your way to the front and saw a taped off chair in the front row. When Felix said near the front you didn’t think he meant right smack dab in the front. You sat down right as the theater lights began to dim. The dance director walked out on stage “hello and thank you for coming to this very special dance showcase. Our students have worked very hard to present you all with some amazing performances. This is a very special performance because we have some dance scouts in the audience tonight.” There were some quiet excited murmurs after this revelation “We hope you enjoy the performances tonight.” You watched her walk off the saw the first group walk on stage. Even with the lights off you could make out Felix’s silhouette. When the lights turned on you were shocked to see how ethereal he looked. The light formed a light halo behind his blonde locks and the light makeup highlighted his best features. Then the music began and you were in awe once again. You could see the passion in his face. He moved flawlessly, even though there were four other people on that stage, Felix had your full attention. When he looked out into the crowd his face lit up when he made eye contact with you. Throughout the rest of the performances, felix would steal glances at you and get shy when you were already looking. Finally, it was time for his solo. Even though he had been practicing for months he didn’t feel like he was good enough. He checked his pulse on his neck, a habit he had picked up over time. He peeked out of the curtain and saw you sitting there expectantly, he smiled and felt his heart rate pick up. He exhaled slowly and walked out on stage. the music picked up and he began his routine. You pulled out your phone and began filming his performance, since you felt like you would want to remember this forever. Felix poured his whole heart and soul into this dance and once again made eye contact with you, it was hard to see since the lights were shining directly in his eyes but to him you shined brighter. Before he knew it the song ended and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Out of breath he bowed and walked off stage. 

After the show you ran to look for Felix and congratulate him on his spectacular performance. It was easy to find him since there was already a large crowd around him. You managed to squeeze yourself in and gave him a small tap on his shoulder. “Y/N!” Overcome with emotions he pulled you into a hug, it was unexpected but you weren’t complaining. You were engulfed in the scent of vanilla and hairspray. you both became hyper aware that you were hugging in front of a decent crowd of people. He let you go and muttered a small apology “its ok” you said quietly. “Do you wanna move somewhere else” he whispered and you nodded. The two of you moved to a quiet corner. “You did really good lix” he scratched the back of his neck “do you really think so?” “YEA it was like I was watching an idol at a concert or something, seriously you were amazing.” His face burned red at all the compliments. He looked back at you “I’m really glad you could make it” he said quietly “me too..” you were getting distracted by his eyes. He cleared his throat reached for your hand “y/n, I was wondering-“ “Mr. Lee” an unknown voice surprised the both of you. Felix let go of your hand and turned around to face the man. “Hello mr. lee, I was very impressed with what I saw today.” “Thank you sir” Felix bowed “can I speak to you over there for a moment” the man gestured. felix looked back at you briefly “uh” you gave him a smile to indicate that it was ok “sure” the two of them walked a couple feet away. As the talked you replayed what had just happened a few seconds before. He held your hand. HE HELD YOUR HAND. You couldn’t stop smiling, pulling out your phone you fixed your hair and checked your teeth. You don’t know what you were expecting but you wanted to look your best. You looked over at Felix again and he was shaking the mans hand. felix began walking back in your direction but when he looked up at you his smile faltered. “What was that about?” You asked “oh.. it was nothing” “ah ok.. oh what were you saying earlier?” You looked at him expectantly. he looked back at you but something in his eyes had changed, they looked..empty? Sad? Either way it was different. “It was nothing don’t worry” you didn’t want to pressure him so you didn’t ask anymore. The atmosphere had drastically changed. “I should probably get going I guess” you said hoping he would ask you to stay “oh yea I guess.” Disappointed again you walked away. “Y/n wait!” You turned back around “you should take this, its really cold and you aren’t-“ he looked down at your skirt “you uh- you are probably gonna get cold so” he handed you his dance team hoodie. “Oh thanks, bye lix” you walked away again now bundled in his warm jacket. It still smelled like vanilla. 

*time skip*

You were going to take matters into your own hands. With the school year ending, that also meant tutoring with Felix would end. if he wasn’t going to ask you out, you were. You hadn’t seen him around the halls but you just figured he was busy, you would see him Friday anyway. 

Friday, 2:57 PM. You sit clutching a bag of his favorite snacks with a fully rehearsed speech about how much you like him in your head. You keep your eyes on the entrance to the library. 3:00 PM he should be arriving any minute now. 3:15..maybe he’s a little late. 3:45 maybe he just forgot today.. “hey lix idk where you were today are you ok?” *not delivered* you stared at the screen. “Not delivered” had he blocked your number? Tears threatened to spill but you held yourself together. You packed your bag and threw the snack in the trash on the way out. 

*time skip*

It had been a few weeks since you last saw Felix. You stopped going to the library since he was never there anyway. You would see his friends around school but Felix was never with them. You didn’t even know how to feel at this point, you were upset and angry but more than anything you were worried. How could he have just disappeared without a trace?

*major time skip*

It had been a few years since you graduated high school. You barely thought about Felix anymore, the sole reminder of him was the hoodie he gave you sitting in your closet. The scent of vanilla had worn off but it was your go to jacket for cold weather. In college you actually made a few really good friends. one of your closest friends was super into k-pop, specifically a group called stray kids. You didn’t know anything about the group but you did enjoy some of their songs. “Y/N!!!” Your friend burst into the room “what’s up?” She was practically shaking with excitement “ok so you know how I’ve been trying to get you into Kpop for like ever” you laughed “yea” “OK THIS IS MY LAST ATTEMPT” you looked at her confused “my absolute favorite group stray kids is literally performing in the next city over AND my brother works at the venue so he can get us super close to the stage” “what does this have to do with me?” “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO WITH ME IT’LL BE SO FUN AND IM PRACTICALLY GIVING YOU FREE TICKETS” she gave you a puppy dog look that you couldn’t say no to “..fine” she squealed and hugged you “thank you thank you it’ll be so much fun and who knows maybe you’ll meet someone there” she annunciated her words with a wiggle of her eyebrows. you snorted at her “yea in your dreams” 

A few months passed and it was time for the concert. You didn’t put much through into your outfit, you just threw on some pants and a shirt plus the hoodie that Felix gave you. a few years ago you wouldn’t be able to look at it without crying but now all you feel is a dull ache in your heart. “Y/n are you read- oh no. honey please don’t tell me thats what you’re wearing to the concert right” “what’s wrong with this?” She looks at you sympathetically. “Just be glad you have a best friend like me to help you with things like this” she goes into your closet and pulls out something you hadn’t seen in years. That same skirt you wore to Felix’s dance showcase “no way, that is too small for me now” “it’ll be fine! Live a little what’s wrong with a little extra skin” she said with a mischievous grin. Reluctantly you grabbed the skirt, with some struggle you managed to squeeze into it. “Aaaah! You look so good! This is gonna be so much fun” she grabs your hand and you make your way to the concert venue

She wasn’t kidding when she said close to the stage. You were only one row away form the stage. “Ok teach me about the members or whatever” “I thought you would never ask!” She pulls out her phone with a google search of stray kids. “Ok this is the leader, his name is bangchan and he is like the most amazing man in the whole world I mean they all are but he’s just AAH he’s amazing” you smiled at her excitement and passion “this is Minho but his stage name is lee know, he’s the second oldest and main dancer but he also sings and stuff. This is changbin he’s one of the fastest rappers in Kpop” you raised your eyebrows in surprise “hyunjin is one of the visuals but he’s also one of the main dancers, I mean all of them can dance but he’s just wow y’know?” she was going so fast you could barely keep up “ok this is jisung my personal bias he’s also part of 3racha oh I forgot to talk about 3racha they make like all the music and OH this is fe-“ she was cut off by the speakers blasting the intro music. you thought you went deaf for a second. “OMG OMGOMG ILL TELL YOU THE REST LATER” the stage filled with smoke and the crowds screams got louder as the silhouettes of the 8 members appeared. You were starting to feel the hype and excitement of the crowd and joined in screaming. When the lights turned on your jaw dropped. No more than 20 feet away from you were 8 drop dead gorgeous men. Google images did not do them justice. The music started and the crowd chanted along the energy in that concert hall was insane. After the song finished they lined up near the front of the stage to do introductions. Thats when you saw him “FELIX?” Your exclamation was lost in the screams of the crowd. As they went down the line introducing themselves Felix looked around the crowd. Thats when he saw you. “Y/n?” Unlike you however, he was hooked up to a microphone and everyone in the building heard him say your name. His members looked at him confused “what was that Felix?” Chan asked “oh uh sorry I’m just so excited to be here I accidentally talked out loud” the members laughed along with the crowd. When it was his turn to introduce himself he looked directly at you “how are you guys doing!! It’s felix here” everyone around you screamed in response, you were just dumbfounded. He disappeared with no explanation and how he’s a Kpop idol? He smiled at you but the bitter feelings of abandonment came rushing back and you turned to look elsewhere. his smile dropped but he knew he deserved this, he left without so much as a goodbye. he noticed the hoodie you were wearing, it warmed his heart that you kept it all these years. After the last member introduced himself they went back to prepare for the next song. You would be lying if you weren’t impressed with his skills. Not only had he improved his dancing skills, he was rapping and singing simultaneously. As much as you tried not to you couldn’t take your eyes off him. on the flip side, Felix knew he should be paying attention to all the fans that had come to watch them perform but he kept looking back at you. 

He stood under the stage while chan seungmin jeongin and Minho performed their unit stage. He peeked out of the curtain the separated the stage and the audience. He could see you, he just needed to get your attention. Trying to avoid the others attention he snuck off the got closer to your seat. He stuck his head out of the curtain again “y/n” he whisper yelled. You had changed quite a bit since high school but you were still the same y/n to him. He knew he was running out of time and would have to get on stage soon “y/n!” He tried again this time you didn’t hear him but your friend did. Her mouth gaped open as she pointed. he put his finger over his lips to keep her quiet then pointed to you. She nodded then tapped you gently. You look over and there he is again. The boy who disappeared from your life and left you heartbroken.  You thought about ignoring him again but your heart softened when you saw the desperation in his eyes. “What” you mouthed. He discreetly threw a piece of paper in your general direction and winced when he was about 3 feet off. his heart melted when you let out a laugh, he forgot how much he missed that laugh. He heard jisung asking where he went so he slipped back into the curtain and got ready to get back on stage. You picked up the paper and unfolded it “I’m really sorry, parking lot behind the building after concert :)” “so.. care to explain why lee Felix knows who you are?” “He’s just..” You looked at the note “an old friend” 

The rest of the concert had been wonderful, as much as you tried to stay mad at Felix you couldn’t help but smile every time he looked your way, the rest of the members caught on to his behavior and interrogated him after the concert but he was in a hurry to get out and meet you. You told your friend to go to the car and lied that you had to go to the bathroom. You stood alone in the parking lot and started to second guess yourself. This was a bad idea, what were you going to say, why are you here? Just as you started walking away you heard a familiar voice “where are you going?” You stopped in your tracks. “I didn’t know if you were coming” you turned around to face him. He was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask to hide his face but those eyes were unmistakable. “You look..good” he said “you too..” “I like your jacket” he said with a light chuckle “yea an old friend gave it to me” you said with a sad smile. He sighed before stepping closer “look i’m.. i’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have left like that” “why” thats all you could get out “I-“ he thought for a few seconds “do you remember the night of the dance showcase?” You nodded “when I was..talking to you one of the dance scouts offered me a spot in a trainee team, I couldn’t pass it up. I was gonna tell you but I couldn’t face you so I left like a coward. but I regretted it every day.” You looked at the ground “well, i’m really happy for you, I was just worried about you when you disappeared. It was..nice seeing you lix” his heart ached hearing the nickname. You started to walk away but he reached for your hand “I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?” “What?” “thats..thats what I was gonna tell you before the scout um. yea..” He trailed off. “I just thought you should know” there were so many things you could say in that moment but none of them felt right. You walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. his head ducked down into your neck “i’m so sorry” his words were muffled. you pulled away from him and reached up to give him a small peck on the cheek. even with the mask on you could see his face get red. “I would’ve said yes by the way,” you whispered in his ear “just thought you should know” You let out a small laugh “ill see you around lix” you pulled away again and walked towards your friends car before he had a chance to say anything back.

Bucking your seatbelt you felt a buzz in your pocket “I still need help with calculus. Are you free Friday at 3?” You smiled at your phone before typing back “sure :)”

[fruitcoops]

Going off of the Jax request, I’d love to see a demisexual or gray sexual reg having a romantic/sexual relationship with Jax. It’s not often that I, a demisexual human being, see other ace people in relationships in media. No pressure though 🥰

Since NYU-era Reg is still so new to the whole 'being a functional person' thing, this is less of a specific relationship and more of him figuring out the difference. Hope you enjoy! Regulus credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Jax and Kris are my OCs <3

TW mention of alcohol

Jax glanced up, then back down. Then up again, because they were pretty sure Regulus was—yep, definitely sure—and fixed their eyes on their computer screen again. An itch prickled the nape of their neck and they absently scratched at it.

One more glance couldn’t hurt.

“What are you looking at?” Jax blurted when they found Regulus’ steel-gray eyes still focused on them with deadly precision.

“Are you homophobic?”

Jax felt their mouth fall slightly open. At the next table over, a young woman quickly began gathering her things. “I beg your fucking pardon?”

“Are you homophobic?” Regulus repeated without blinking.

“Regulus.” Is he high? Is he dying? Jax shook their head, so beyond baffled there wasn’t a single word to replace it. “I’m literally nonbinary.”

“But are you homophobic?”

“Why—” They pinched the bridge of their nose so hard spots danced behind their eyelids. Homophobic. Am I, pride flag central, homophobic. “No,” Jax sighed. “No, Reg, I am not homophobic, though I am dying to know what made you think I was.”

“You didn’t do anything. I just figured I’d ask.”

“In the middle of the library?”

Regulus frowned. “Was there a place you’d prefer?”

Jesus Christ. “You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes because you were worried I was homophobic?”

Color rose to Regulus’ cheeks and he squared his shoulders, something that seemed to be a habit whenever someone made him uncomfortable. It reminded Jax of a porcupine raising its spines, or a cat’s fur bristling in defense. He finally looked away, fiddling with the spiral of his notebook. “Just making sure,” he muttered.

Worry took the place of the itch at Jax’s neck; they cast a cursory look around for other students, then shifted their chair closer to the table and bent their head. “Are you…?”

“What? No.” Regulus stopped his fidgeting and tucked his hands under his thighs. “My brother is. I’m—hmm.”

Jax stifled a laugh at the disgruntled noise, and after a moment’s hesitation reached out to roll Regulus’ pen toward him. “You don’t have to talk about it. If you want to, though, I’m all ears.”

“I know what I am,” Regulus said with a disgruntled wrinkle of his nose that said the exact opposite. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your…stuff.”

“It’s cool,” Jax assured him, offering a smile that made some of the tension bleed from Regulus’ posture.

They didn’t talk about it for another month.

Then Regulus kissed them.

It was a mutually-agreed-upon kiss, to be fair, but the fact of the matter was that they were both a little tipsy and Jax had never been the type to take things like that seriously. Regulus, on the other hand…

“Reg—”

“I’m sorry!”

Jax paused, turning back to the building for a second with a muttered curse before trudging through the blistering wind once more. “Yeah,” they muttered, even though Regulus surely wouldn’t hear it. “You said that.”

Everything had been fine at first. Kris had gone to get them all refills—free ones, thanks to it being his brother’s apartment—and Regulus had a funny sort of frown on his face. Jax hadn’t thought much of it. Reg was known for his lethal case of RBF among their friend group, and it only made him more endearing. But that frown was the kind that came with some serious thought and Jax spent the better part of five minutes wondering when Regulus was just going to spit it out already. They had been a little surprised by the ice-cold determination in Regulus’ eyes, though not nearly as surprised as when the words finally decided to work.

Can I kiss you?

…what?

Can I kiss you? On the mouth. You don’t have to.

Like an idiot, Jax had shrugged and grinned and set their empty cup down. It wouldn’t be the first time they had kissed a friend at a party. Sure, dude, they had said, as comfortable as ever around Regulus. Go for it.

They had just enough time to register that Regulus had soft lips and terrible kissing technique before there was a burst of motion, an apology, and Regulus disappeared into the crowd of stumbling college students packed into a too-small space. Jax had only managed to call after him once before he was out of sight.

Which brought them to the present, both shivering like idiots who had left their coats inside during November in New-fucking-York while Regulus did his level best to fast-walk the whole half-mile to their dorm and Jax chased him down for…reasons. Reasons that were 90% platonic and 100% concerned.

“Can we talk?” Jax called, breaking into a light jog.

“I’d rather not!”

“Please?”

Regulus didn’t grace that with a response, his shoulders up by his ears and arms wrapped around himself like a hug.

“Reg, c’mon, don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything!” and then, so quiet Jax nearly missed it, “that’s the point.”

“I’m not upset.”

“I am!”

“Why?”

“Because—” A moment of hesitation followed. “Because fuck you, that’s why!”

“That’s not gonna work on me, Reg.”

“Yes, well, it should!”

Jax’s breath steamed in the air when they huffed; the cold air burned their lungs on the next inhale and they silently cursed Regulus’ natural athleticism. The guy was fitter than any college student had the right to be.

“Reg,” they tried again. “You can’t outrun this.”

“Why not?”

“We live together, dumbass.” Regulus came to an abrupt halt, illuminated by the streetlamp overhead and the porch light of their dorm building. Jax waited a few feet away and tried not to shiver too loudly. “Look, I can sleep somewhere else tonight, but…”

“No.” Regulus slumped. Jax could make out just his profile in the darkness, all shadows and angles and something very, very hurt that they still didn’t understand. Regulus rubbed the back of his neck. “No, you don’t have to do that. I’m—can we go inside?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Jax hoped their relief didn’t come through too much; then again, it really didn’t matter. Regulus was bad at emotions, but excellent at reading people. It was a gift they had wished for many times.

They headed indoors in complete silence, maintaining the comfortable distance. A theory began to take shape in the back of Jax’s mind, but they stayed quiet until the door to their dorm closed with a dull thunk and the overhead light flickered to life. Regulus dropped his keys on his desk and scrubbed a hand through his hair, still shivering a little.

Jax remained in the doorway. The theory rolled and ruminated, then tumbled out of their mouth just as Regulus kicked his shoes under the bed. “Have you ever kissed someone?”

Regulus snorted humorlessly. “That bad, was it?”

“No,” they answered honestly.

“I meant what I said. We don’t need to talk about it.” Regulus’ coat came off next and disappeared into his closet. “I’m sorry for asking.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Jax said gently, stepping further into the room. Regulus kept his gaze down as he shuffled into pajama pants and pushed up onto his mattress, folding his long legs under himself with distinct misery written on every inch.

“I pressured you.”

“You didn’t. I promise.”

“You don’t like me like that.”

Jax let out a slow breath and moved to their own bed, smoothing the covers down just for something to do. Regulus was prone to making assumptions when it came to other people’s opinions of him—they didn’t like thinking about the why behind that habit. “No,” they admitted. “Not really.”

“You thought Sirius was hot, and we look the same.”

“I can think people are hot without wanting to fuck them, Reg.”

Some of the resentment faded away with Regulus’ grimace. “I don’t want that.”

“Neither do I.”

“But we kissed.”

“So?” Regulus tucked his knees up to his chest, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. Jax couldn’t count how often they had come home to find Regulus picking at the fabric of his shirts; no hem or cuff was safe when the nervousness set in. They scooted closer, closing a fraction of the distance between the beds. “You can kiss people and not sleep with them. You can kiss people and not date them. It’s just kissing.”

A dark red thread came loose. “A kiss means something.”

“Not if you don’t want it to.” How did nobody tell you this? Jax silently wondered. Regulus had been so at ease around his brother at parent’s weekend, but every deep conversation they had brought up more indications that Regulus’ life had been very different in the not-so-distant past.

“I don’t want to sleep with anyone,” Regulus said with more conviction than Jax had heard all night. They waited, and watched him deflate. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“What do you mean?”

Regulus fell quiet for a longer stretch, his careful eyes focused on the steady blink of Kris’ alarm clock. “I don’t know if I want to date you, Jax,” he said, limbs pulled tight to his body. “I don’t know whether that was a good kiss. I don’t know the difference between wanting to be friends and wanting to be more, and I’m sorry I dragged you into it.”

“Please don’t be sorry,” Jax said softly.

“I really don’t know.” Regulus sniffled, though his eyes were dry and Jax was grateful for it. They had only seen him cry once, and that was enough. “That’s not meant to be an excuse.”

“I didn’t think it was.”

“I don’t know how to have this many friends.”

Rip my heart out and stomp on it next time, would you? Jax swallowed hard. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll help.”

Regulus ran both hands down his face. “Can you turn the lights out? It’s easier to talk in the dark.”

“Yeah, man, I’ve got you.” That, at least, Jax could do. Regulus turned their shared lamp on as they headed back to bed, but otherwise didn’t budge. The gentle glow took away some of his sharp edges, softening him into the person they knew.

Regulus pillowed his chin on his arms, only half-visible in the thick fabric of his Lions hoodie. “My old friends were fucking terrible, Jax.”

“I figured.”

“I really like you. I want to hang out and have you over for holidays, and I like it when we hug, but I don’t think I want to kiss you anymore. Does that make any kind of sense?”

Hello, Regulus’ old friends? I’ve come to ask about your spleen’s extended warranty. “I like you, too,” Jax said, reaching out to tug on the end of Regulus’ duvet to get his attention. “And that sounds like regular friendship to me, Reg.”

“But I’m friends with Leo, and I don’t think he’s cute like you are.”

Jax tugged again until Regulus stopped hiding his face in his knees. “You’re my friend. You’re hot. Kris is my friend. He’s not my type. I care about you both the same way.”

Regulus groaned into his sleeves. “Why do feelings have to be confusing?”

“Fuck if I know, dude.”

“I…am so tired.”

“Go to bed, then.”

“Don’t we need to talk about the whole kissing and dating and friend-ing thing?”

“We agreed we don’t want to date, right?” Jax half-shrugged. “We’re friends. I’ve kissed friends before. There’s not much else to worry about.”

Regulus stared at them in a mix of awe and confusion. “You are so relaxed all the time.”

“Most of the time,” they corrected, flipping back their bedsheets. “It takes effort, too. I’m turning the lamp off unless we need to talk more.”

Regulus shook his head, though his brows were furrowed. “Non, I’m good for now. Bonne nuit.”

“Sleep well, Reg.” The room fell into darkness and Jax curled up beneath the soothing weight of their blankets. Their hearing was still dampened from the party, and they could feel sobriety creeping in; with any luck, the hangover wouldn’t be too bad. Deep conversations had a tendency to ease oncoming headaches.

The rustling from Regulus’ bed stopped. “Are you sure you’re okay with the—”

“The kiss didn’t bother me,” Jax mumbled around a yawn. “There wasn’t even tongue. It barely counted. Sleep.”

“I wouldn’t stick my tongue in your mouth for a first kiss,” Regulus grumbled as he continued getting comfortable.

“Mhmm.”

“I wouldn’t!”

“I know.”

“Well—fine. Good. I’m glad.”

Jax rolled their eyes, grateful for the shadows that hid their grin. “If you’re still worried, we can talk about it tomorrow when I’m not still a little drunk.”

“…really?”

“You. Unconsciousness. Now.”

The bedframe squeaked under Regulus’ constant movement, then went quiet when he sighed. “You’re a great friend. I’m very lucky to have you. Just so you know.”

Jax smiled into their pillow. He could act as tough and scary as he wanted, but Regulus was a big old softie beneath all those layers. Someday, they hoped other people would see the same. Regulus deserved it. “Wouldn’t wish for anyone else, Reg.”

[harrywritingsbyme]

Puffy Little Peach

Based Off Of This Ask

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A/N: I’m OBSESSED with this concept…like to say it’s hot would be a complete understatement!! There’s also no real plot to this one...just some hot shit with Harry and Y/n😋😌So I hope it doesn’t suck ass and you guys actually like it…enjoy🙃

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“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, now completely stopped in his tracks, focusing in on the sight in front of him. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head, his mouth was on the verge of spilling over from how hard he was beginning to salivate, and his cock was rapidly swelling in his pants. Why was Harry like this?  Well, there were many layers and reasons as to why Harry was going into sensory overload right now. But the short and sweet answer to that question, the common ground for all of said reasons, would be you. 

But here’s the not so short and sweet answer...

For starters, you were just minding your own business and relaxing in bed. You’d taken care of everything that required your attention for the day and you were just taking some time to relax, and do absolutely nothing. You were all nice and comfy in the soft and plushy sweatshirt and sweatpants set you’d gotten a couple weeks ago and had fallen head over heels in love with, and you were cuddled up with one of Harry’s pillows. Since he was taking care of something’s himself, the pillow was the best thing you were going to get for the time being. Now while you were just lying in bed and embracing all comfy and cozy of it all, you were mindlessly scrolling and clicking through your phone, you watched a little tv at some point, and you even got a little nap in. You were very much so relaxed and not doing a single thing the way you intended. That is, until Harry finished up with everything he had to take care of before coming upstairs to find you. 

And once he did...your stint of doing absolutely nothing came to an end. Well, sort of. 

When he first stepped foot into the room, you didn’t even realize that he’d come in. Not only was your back turned away from bed door, but you also had the volume on your phone turned up a bit so you couldn’t exactly hear him either. But when you felt the end of the bed dip, you immediately turned your attention in that direction to spot Harry’s newfound presence in the room. You don’t hesitate to drop your phone and take your earbuds out, and Harry doesn’t hesitate to bypass crawling up the bed and lying next to you, and go straight to crawling up the bed and on top of you. Like he wastes absolutely no time at all. 

And at first it was all cute and sweet. Harry was on top of you, sponging little kisses on your lips and all over your face and neck while he lightly tickled at your sides. You couldn’t stop laughing and squirming below him, trying to wriggle out of his grip as he continued to kiss and tickle you. Harry loved giving you all the attention in the world and just making you laugh, so he didn’t intend on stopping for a good little while. Whenever he let up on the tickles and stuck to just kissing you, you thought that you were in the clear. But he’d pick right back up and start tickling you again, leaving you to fall right back into a fit of laughter beneath him. Eventually, after a series of “my stomach hurts” and little tears streaming down your face from laughing so hard, Harry finally let up.

The two of you then proceeded to talk about your days and all, ever once in a while stopping, mid sentence by the way, to kiss each other. These stops were often initiated by Harry and would last a couple minuets if he was able to successfully wrap you up in and just melt you into the kiss. And about 99.999% of the time, he was in fact successful. You just couldn’t help but melt into them. They were so soft, yet firm if that made any type of sense. Like while he gingerly moved his lips against yours, he still managed to reaffirm his control over the kiss. Not to mention the way he held you the entire time. Whether you two were talking or kissing, he always had his free hand cupped around the side of your waist underneath your sweatshirt. He’d either just hold you there, or he’d squeeze you a little, or smooth his hand across your soft stomach, occasionally dipping his fingertips just below the waistband of your sweats.

Now given the fact that Harry was in fact himself, the cute and fluffy little atmosphere surrounding you two was quickly (but not too quickly) scrapped and turned into a full on hot and heavy one. You were no longer pushing back the curls that fell in his face when he lifted his head back up from your neck or from kissing you. Instead, you were pushing your fingers up into the curls that were at the nape of his neck as he pushed his lower half against yours. You welcomed the feeling of Harry’s tongue gliding against yours and exploring your mouth. You two were swallowing each others moans as you kissed, barely parting from each others lips to catch your breaths.

“Y’just so pretty.” He’d softly moan against your lips every once in a while before continuing to kiss you. And as he did this, his hand that was once sitting at your waist, began to wander up your shirt. As he does this, he discovers that you’re not wearing a bra, meaning that your supple breasts were bare and able to be played with immediately.

And for Harry, immediately, meant immediately. Harry was quick to cup the soft flesh in his hand, causing you to let out a string of moans into his mouth. Feeling his large hands around you all of a sudden caused a shiver to run up your spine and goosebumps to spread across your body. Along with kneading at your ample breasts, Harry also brought his forefinger and thumb to your now pebbled nipples to pinch and roll them around a little. That sensation alone sent even more chills and goosebumps across your body, and it caused your panties to dampen even more. After giving all of his attention to only half of your chest, Harry adjusts himself on top of you in a way that would allow him to play with both of them at the same time. Unfortunately though, he wouldn’t be able to lick into your mouth the way he was before. Which prompted you to let out a little whimper at the loss of his lips against yours. But you weren’t too upset with that since Harry definitely made up for it in the way he played with you afterwards. 

After simply toying with your other breast in the same way he did the first, Harry brought his mouth into play. He got rid of your sweatshirt that was already pushed up as high as possible to expose your chest, leaving your upper portion entirely bare. He then proceeds to lay between your legs, and wrap one of his hands around one of your breasts before taking the other into his mouth. If you two weren’t in that much of a rush or a rush at all, Harry always took the time to mouth at your chest. He was absolutely obsessed with stuffing his mouth with your supple breasts and just sucking on them. He also loved sucking on your pert nipples. He loved to suck on them and even lightly bite down onto them if he wanted to make you moan even louder. Which speaking of moans, you and Harry’s moans never stopped. Harry’s were quite muffled due to the fact that his mouth was full at the moment and yours were the exact opposite. They were filling the room and beautifully ringing into Harry’s ears. Following the same pattern as before, once he’s done mouthing at one side, he moves to the other. Again, the two of you continuously moaning, you from the sensation, and Harry from the sheer enjoyment of it all. 

Once he’s all done with your chest and is ready to move on to the lower part of you, Harry begins to kiss down your body. Instead of starting at your chest, he comes back up to your lips to sponge a few kisses onto your lips and to lick into your mouth a little before leaving a trail of wet kisses down your throat, and to each of your nipples, taking a moment to suck on them a little. He then leaves a kiss on the area between your breasts before continuing on his journey down your body. He leaves a ton of kisses along your midsection, taking the time to appreciate your body. 

To say that Harry was obsessed with your body would be a bit of an understatement. Harry loved every single inch of your body. If it was on you, Harry loved it. He wished you just walked around the house naked so that he could see all of you all the time. Harry would literally die for you and your curves. He was absolutely in love with your rounded figure and if he was given the platform to express how much he loved your figure, he was going to make sure he did it. Whether it be by means of constantly touching or squeezing you, whispering into your ear about how amazing you looked and how bad he wanted you, bringing one of your hands to the front of his pants so that you could feel just how hard he was from just staring at your body, or just worshiping your body like he was kind of doing now. Along with his kisses, Harry sang your praises and just gushed all over you, he would even bite at the flesh of your stomach a little. Your body was just so soft and it was like he became a puddle whenever he touched you. And a bit of a horny teenage boy.

When he reaches the waistband of your sweats, Harry quickly sits himself on his calves between your legs so that he can “properly” pull your pants down. 

“Wanna unveil your lower half baby.” He explains, hooking his fingers into  both sides of the waistband of your sweats. 

“Whatever you say Harry.” You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at how serious he was when it came to getting you naked. In response, Harry quickly pops the elastic against your skin before hooking his fingers back in. He then beings to ever so slowly pull your sweats down. He makes it about halfway down your thighs before he’s stopped in his tracks all together. 

“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, completely taken aback by the sight in front of him. Not to say that he was upset with it or anything. In fact, Harry was mesmerized at the sight. Now along with your beautiful, perfectly rounded figure, you also had something just as beautiful and rounded going on between your legs. The area between your legs was absolutely amazing and perfect to Harry. 

He loved to cup your fleshy mound in his hand at any given time. If you two weren’t cockwarming at night, he’d always have a hand in your panties holding your plushy cunt in the palm of his hand. Even if he’s driving, Harry would either be holding your hand or cupping your pussy because of how plushy and soft and plump you were. That’s why he loved when you wore dresses or skirts. Even though he didn’t mind undoing your pants if it meant getting to your cunt, he definitely preferred having easy access to you and being able to just hold you in his hand. Harry also loved it when you wore leggings. Like not only were your delectable curves on display, your puffy peach as Harry liked to call it was also on display. It didn’t matter if you wore panties or not, there would always be a defined outline of your pussy through the material. Along with the overall rounded shape of your mound, he was also able to see where your fleshy folds met. And it was even more defined when you decided to tease him and not wear panties when you joined him for a workout. At one point, Harry had to take your out to buy more leggings because he’d be so turned on that he’d tear a hole in the crotch area and just fuck you right then and there. Harry was never, nor did he ever want to, kick his obsession. It was just never going to happen. 

“They were the only ones I had before doing laundry. Plus they’re not exactly uncomfortable.” You say, explaining why you had such a pretty and tiny thong on, breaking Harry right out of his perverted thoughts. 

“I just wanna take a bite outta you.” Harry groans, completely disregarding your explanation (which he thought was actually adorable…like you actually felt the need to explain, to him of all people, why your pussy was bursting out of an itty bitty thong) and feeling his cock twitch in his pants. The thong wasn’t doing its job of covering you in the front at least, if anything, it was being swallowed up by your fleshy cunt. “Such a pretty little pair of panties.” Harry sighs, staring at how your amazingly delicious and juicy cunt as he loved to describe it, was practically bursting out of and engulfing the thong you had on. “Can you um- lets just get these off of you first.” Harry says, changing his direction to you and quickly helping you out of your sweats before tossing them somewhere behind him. He also pushes your legs further apart, only making the panties even more useless when it came to covering your cunt, and in turn, giving him an even better view. “Now I want you t’pull them up from here baby.” Harry instructs, reaching out to pull one of your hands that was lying on your stomach down to the top of your panties to show you from where he wanted you to pull. After he does this, you follow his direction, tugging your panties up a bit, causing them to move further up between your folds.

By now your lips were fully exposed on either side of the sting of fabric that was practically inside of you at this point. Upon seeing this, Harry couldn’t help but to reach down between your legs and pinch the two fleshy lips between his fore finger and thumb. You were so soft, plushy, and sticky between his fingers. And Harry couldn’t help but to play with you a bit. As he continued to squeeze you between his fingers, your mind was racing. On one hand you had Harry obsessing over you and just worshiping you, which never failed to make you all blushy. And then on the other hand, Harry was touching you and was completely entranced with your body, which made you incredibly needy for him. You were fighting with wanting to snap your legs shut from how exposed you were for him, and with wanting him to touch you even more. And on top of all that, you were fiercely tugging your lower lip between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back the little moans that were threatening to spill out from how much you enjoyed the way you were being touched. But you couldn’t help but to let out a little yelp and moan when Harry pushed one of his fingers in between your lips to pull the sizable portion of your panties that had been engulfed by your pussy back out and to the side.

After squeezing, poking, prodding, and obsessing over your pussy a bit more, Harry finally removes his hand from between your legs(and the other from his pants). He then glides his hands up your thighs, to which he gives a good squeeze because he just can’t help himself, and he brings his hands all the way up to your hips where the bands of your panties were resting. The sight of the elastic slightly digging into your soft and fleshy hips alone was enough to make Harry of wild. He hooks his fingers into the thin bands before pulling them down from your hips and off your body, leaving you completely bare and spread before him. He’s quick to toss the panties in the same direction as your pants from earlier, immediately bringing his focus back to you once the last piece of your clothing was completely out of the way. 

“Have I told you how stunning you are?!” Harry randomly asks, taking a moment to take all of your now fully naked body in. Before making another move, Harry just had to sit back and look at you. 

“I think you have at just about every moment you could possibly find.” You softly reply, fighting the intense urge to snatch up one of the pillows next to your head to cover your face.

“Well I’m just gonna say it again…” Harry begins, slowly lowering himself on top of you, bringing himself up a bit so that his face could hover over yours. As he momentarily lays himself on top of you, you could feel his very hard cock pressing right into where your lower stomach and the upper portion of your mound began. He was pressing right into where you were feeling the most pressure, and he was so close to where you needed him the most. “And again, and again, and until I can’t say it anymore.” He continues, bringing his face down to yours, and pushing himself into you a tad bit harder. “You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, looking you right in the eyes as he uttered every word. Harry then brings his mouth to yours, locking your lips in a kiss that was filled with passion, adoration, and lust.

As Harry kissed you, his tongue explored your mouth and his hands explored your body as if they’d never done it a thousand times before. You could feel his hands moving across your entire body. They started at your chest, fondling your supple and ample breasts again and rolling your pert nipples between his fingers. His hands then traveled down your sides, using his grip on you as leverage a bit to rut himself against you, receiving some of the mounting pressure in his cock. Harry pushes his hands further down your body and right between your legs. When he hears  a muffled little whimper escape your mouth, Harry decides to tease you a bit and slowly glides his hand down your mound, wanting you to beg him a little. And that you did, whenever he’d stop his hand from going further, you’d immediately whine into his mouth and buck up into his hand, causing Harry to chuckle against your lips at how needy you were before continuing on. Eventually, after he’s had is fair share of teasing you, Harry brings his hand down to your folds and pushes two fingers in between. He drags them up and down, starting at the very top near your clit, and pushing them all they way down between your lips and to your entrance where he slightly nudges with his fingertips. As he does this, he focuses in on your entrance and your clit. Whenever he came back to your clit, he’d start circling your clit and the sensitive area right underneath it and would not let up. Like you’d be moaning up a storm and squirming underneath him and he’d still be working in your clit. Your sensitivity was already heightened after everything that went down before he even started toying with your clit, so to have him barely letting up on your incredibly sensitive button was a lot for you to handle.

But after a little while longer, Harry finally lets up on your pussy and brings his kisses down your body for the second time, only this time, he keeps his eyes trained on yours as he sponges wet open mouthed kisses along your body. When he makes it back down between your legs, there isn’t a second to spare before Harry begins mouthing at your cunt. He’d been dying to do this since he first pulled down your pants to discover your cunt bursting out of that thong of yours. Your cunt was already so plump and juicy against his fingers, it felt ten times as plump and juicy against his mouth. He was in heaven as he mouthed at your cunt. For the first couple of minuets, all he could do was suck on the fleshy lips of your pussy, loving how thick they were. He even went as far as to pinch them together between his fingers and just suck them into his mouth and lick in between them. Harry then pushes your legs up a bit before resting his forearms on your spread thighs (this also helps for when you try to snap them shut when it got to be too much) and brings his hands in to pull your fleshy cunt apart to really expose all of you to him. And in no time, his mouth is attached to your clit. One minute he was harshly sucking on your clit, and the next he was slowly sucking on you and lapping his tongue back and forth against your clit. As he sucks on your button, Harry couldn’t help but give in to his body; he starts to grind himself down into the bed, trying to relieve the intense throbbing in his cock. He was beyond turned on and he couldn’t help himself. He loved having your body on display and he loved being able to play around with and pleasure you. And then to see your delicious cunt bursting out of those so called panties?! He was definitely in need of a release. And so were you. 

With all of he built up need and pressure and sensitivity, on top of the fact that Harry was practically moaning into your clit, it was nearly impossible for you to hold yourself from letting go. And because Harry had become an expert on your releases, he could sense this in the way your moons had turned to whimpers, you were fighting to close your thighs even more, and you hands were wound even tighter in his hair. To make you go even crazier, Harry let go of one of your lips and brought his now free hand down to your entrance where he began to push one of his fingers in and out of you. He then began to slobber and suck even harder on your clit, making it pretty much impossible to hold back any longer. And with that, Harry had you squirting all over his face and the bed. As you let go, Harry doesn’t let up on your clit or your entrance. He keeps fingering you and flicking his tongue back and forth on your button, and he keeps moving his finger in and out of your tight little entrance. Once your release had come to an end, you began thrashing against Harry, needing to take a little break before going any further. He can hear you whimpering that you can’t take anymore but he doesn’t let up. He was so close to his release and he couldn’t stop just yet. To help you out a bit, he eased up on your clit a bit and began to lick all of you and sucking on your lips again until he came. Not too long after you reached your climax, Harry began to feel his rumbling even louder in the pit of his stomach. Eventually becoming so loud he couldn’t ignore it, nor hold back anymore. His hips and mouth came to a halt, and he let completely let go. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Harry loudly groans, feeling his warm cum involuntarily spurting from the head of his cock and into his pants. He just couldn’t hold it anymore, you felt, looked, and tasted too good for him to hold himself off anymore. The fact that he didn’t cum already was an accomplishment in itself. Just hearing him moaning and cumming between your legs sent shockwaves to your clit and through your body. 

Once he’s all done Harry stays between your legs and rests his head on one of your soft thighs, taking a moment to recover from his intense release, even though he was still very hard. After about ten or so minutes of just lying there and recovering from those earth shattering releases, Harry finally musters up enough energy to go again and take care of his cock once more. 

“Wanna go again sweets?” Harry asks, breaking the silence as he reaches over to softly squeeze at your equally as soft thigh.

“Don’t think I can...that one was a lot.” You mumble tiredly. “I just got feeling in my legs again.” You continue on. 

“I’ll do all the work baby.” Harry whines, trying to get you to cave. “Then I’ll let your pussy rest.” He offers. 

“Okay fine...you better be glad I want you inside anyways.” You agree, making sure to give him a little attitude. 

As soon as he hears you agree, Harry springs up from your thigh and immediately instructs you on how he wants you. He’s quick to help flip you onto your front, and help get a pillow up underneath your hips. And again, before going any further, Harry takes a moment to appreciate your body. This time, taking the time to gawk at your ass and your thighs. When it came to his favorite positions, Harry’s top position would be you lying on your front. Mainly because he can really pound into you from this angle, but also because he gets to watch your ass and thighs jiggle with every thrust. He loved watching the soft flesh move back and forth with his movements. Plus he loved being able to almost ride your from behind. And he also loved having to pull your ass apart to really see his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. 

“Fuck Y/n, I can see your sweet and plump little peach from back here.” He groans. Harry would never get over the sight of your puffy little pussy between your fleshy thighs and ass. He couldn’t wait to fuck you and have all of his creamy and sticky cum pooling between your plump lips. The simple thought of that caused Harry’s cock to twitch, signaling to him that he needed to be inside of you immediately. Harry swiftly moves on top of your thighs, lifting himself up a bit to line himself up with your entrance, or at least what he could see from behind. He then nudges his cock past your outer lips to actually align himself with your entrance. When he does this, Harry could hear the sort of creamy sound of his cock pushing past all of your delicious flesh and juices to push inside of you. And then Harry finally begins to sink into your pussy, slowly filling you to the brim with his cock.

“So big!” You mewl, feeling the slight sting from his girthy shaft forcing your walls apart to fit. No matter how many times he’s pushed into you, this feeling would never change.

“Gotta have a big and thick cock for this thick, yet incredibly tiny pussy of yours.” Harry groans, pulling your ass apart to watch his cock disappear into you and feeling your narrow walls stretch to fit his cock. 

Once he’s all the way inside of you, Harry is quick to tighten his grip on the flesh of your ass and begins to piston his hips into you from behind. Thrust after thrust he fucks his cock into you, making sure you feel every last inch and every last stroke inside of you. Both you and Harry were moaning uncontrollably, the both of you still very sensitive from your first releases. You were letting out a perfect mix of cries, moans, and whimpers, every once in a while muffling them by biting into the sheets below you. Unless you asked or begged for it, Harry wasn’t going to go easy on you. So you weren’t surprised with his rough, and very pleasurable thrusts.  They felt so good that you were even becoming a bit lightheaded. This feeling only intensified when Harry laid down on top of you with his mouth right at your ear, whispering the filthiest things and growling into your ear. He was going on and on about how good your pussy was gripping his cock and how he couldn’t wait to make a mess of your insides with his second load cum. He also couldn’t help but to ramble on and on about how puffy your little peach was and how he absolutely loved playing with it. Harry felt like he was in cloud nine. He had his cock buried deep inside your pussy, you were falling apart on him, and he got to listen to your sweet moans, whimpers, and cries along with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs, and the wet sounds of his cock fucking your pussy. 

Because he was so turned on and desperate to cum again, it wasn’t longer before Harry could feel his second release bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. His hips became a bit staggered as he continued to fuck his cock down into you. He could feel you tightening up around him too and since he wanted the two of you to cum together, Harry pushes a hand down between your body and the bed to squeeze at your fleshy upper mound before pushing it further down towards your clit. 

“Y’cute little button is buried underneath all your meaty pussy baby.” Harry growls into your neck, quickly unearthing your clit and immediately circling it around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “Want you t’cum with me baby!” Harry grumbles into your ear as your whimpers intensify. “Can y’do that f’me sweets?” Harry coos, his tone completely juxtaposing the way he’s harshly rubbing at your clit and slamming his hips down into you.

“Mhm! Wanna cum with you!” You cry out to him, feeling the very familiar and overwhelming feeling that came along with your releases. 

“You can do it baby, let go with me!” Harry pants, not being able to hold off any longer. He delivers two final thrusts into you before exploding inside of your warm cunt. And you’re not too far behind, cumming seconds after Harry. You end up squirting for the second time, completely letting go and ending up completely worn out. Harry too was completely worn out with this release milking him for everything he had. It didn’t help that your walls were contracting and quite literally milking his cock. 

But Harry could care less, he’d end up doing just about anything when it came to your puffy little peach. 

Masterlist

[ninjahijabimuse]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[samsalamander]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[lythea-creation]

Memories - Nezuko Kamado x fem demon reader

Before any of you gets the idea to tell me that my request rules are stating that I don't write out of the perspective of another species ... it's different with this oneshot because it's a demon reader and the anime is literally DEMON Slayer. Just wanted to clarify that beforehand.

summary: You came to a village for food, not for the memories you were confronted with instead.

warnings: it's Demon Slayer, you should know what you're getting yourself into

word count: 709

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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I did not know when I had had my last meal.

The town I had lived in had been occupied by another demon who had been way stronger than me. Luckily I had somehow managed to escape, but soon that would not matter anymore as my strength faded more with every step.

Hence I forced myself to move on until I finally spotted my savior, another village. It was small, but right now I could not care less.

My body took full control and started devouring the villagers. Their cries only edged me on as I lost myself in a blood rush.

When I came back to my senses I was laying on the ground. The scent of an unknown demon was right beside me.

Without wasting a second I attacked it fearing that it would beat me if I waited too long. But to my surprise the exact opposite happened. Despite the fact that my teeth were buried deep inside her arm, she did not move. Was she already dead? No. What was up with her?

Confusion filled my entire being.

Slowly the adrenaline subsided and I was able to think clearly again, although this demon's actions still did not make any sense to me.

Suddenly a blade appeared in front of me making me jump back a bit.

“Nezuko, are you alright?”, the boy holding the sword addressed the demon.

How odd. They did not fight against each other?

A weird feeling crept up inside of me. Since I had been turned into a demon I had never felt it.

“It seems like you calmed down. Your scent tells me you're more at peace”, the boy declared.

I was not sure how to react. Should I attack him? How had I even ended up in this situation?

My eyes moved up to the still dark sky. Enough time until sunrise.

“Why aren't you attacking the demon behind you?”, I wondered.

The boy's eyes turned soft and yet incredibly sad. “Nezuko's my sister. She protects humans. So there's no reason to kill her.”

“Why didn't you kill me then?”, I noted.

“I want to ask you something. What do you know about Muzan Kibutsuji?”, the boy asked me.

A deep feeling of fear settled inside me as my whole body started shaking. “I can't tell you.”

He wanted to respond something, but I did not even give him a chance to. Instead I repeated that I could not tell him.

“What an overpowering scent of fear”, the boy mumbled.

Suddenly Nezuko touched my hand and the fear slowly decreased again.

“You killed a lot of people”, the boy recalled. “Sorry, but I can't let you live.”

“I never wanted to kill them! Please, just let me go”, I begged him.

But my head had already been separated from my body.

I felt myself crumbling apart when an image popped up in my head.

“Nezuko.”

My words were nothing more than a whisper as memories were flooding my mind.

I remembered. I remembered everything.

How Tanjiro and I had met in the village because he had repaired my broken door. How I had accompanied him to the mountain to thank him with a special family recipe meal. How I had met Nezuko and immediately fallen in love with her.

We had spent years together.

I felt Nezuko's lips on mine, felt her touch, her soft skin. We had been so young back then. Innocent and pure, not wasting a thought about the cruelties going on in the rest of the world.

And now we had both turned into demons. Killed by my unofficial brother in law.

Somehow I felt sad and yet relieved. The agony of being a demon was finally over. I could rest in peace until Nezuko would join me someday. Hopefully it would take a lot of time until that day, but I was already looking forward to it.

“I'm glad that I got to see you one last time. Tanjiro. Nezuko. It's me. (f/n)”, I whispered weakly as tears were streaming down my face.

I felt Nezuko's hand caressing my cheek.

I smiled at her. “But you already knew that, didn't you, Nezuko? Thank you.”

[antichrists-little-brother]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[thefridgeisonfire]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[fresh-pope-of-bel-air]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[undyke]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[rabbureblogs]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[muppetchristmascarol]

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement