I wish there was a tag for "Ageplay Dates" or "Ageplay Date Ideas." Maybe there used to be one before Tumblr tags went to hell. I've noticed as I'm tagging prompt posts that a lot of ageplay-related stuff is either raunchy-as-hell BDSM... or for literal children 😅 Where are my cute-as-fuck park dates, or pillow forts, or trips to Build-A-Bear?
While we're at it, maybe we could make a "SFW Ageplay" tag happen. Because sometimes I'm in the mood for spicy... but sometimes I just want cuddles with Daddy, you know?? In my local IRL kink scene there are more non-sexual ageplayers than sexual ones, but on the internet sexy ageplay seems to be not just the default, but the only. Agere tends to be SFW, but I stay out of those tags because I know many age regressors have a boundary about interacting with kinksters.
ANYWAY. I'm going to try to make #Age/Play Dates and #SFW Age/Play happen. Use them if you'd like <3 <3 <3
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It is currently 3:51am and i cant seem to fall back asleep but i just had a fucking phenomenal idea for a ritshou fic entirely based on something i experienced as a kid.
So in like 3rd and 4th grade i would be put into 'special' classes with one teacher, maybe 3 other students, with no explanation to little old me. And we'd all sit close together carefully pronouncing vowels and consonents and words
And i went on like that for weeks maybe months not telling my mom until one day the truth is revealed. Where the teacher has a meeting with my mom. And i finally get glasses.
And it turns out that, because i would struggle to read what was on the chalkboard cuz i always sat in the back of the class, it was assumed i had issued with pronounciations (which was actually true to a small degree i had a lisp then) and so id be pulled into these smaller pronounciation lessons but somehow in them id pronounce things PERFECTLY. and it took so long for people to realize that was because i would be close enough to the board in those classes that i could see properly. But id thought blurry vision was normal and no one had bothered to ask me bout it
Anyways im gonna write ritsu goin thru that
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So I finally got my water heater replaced after more than half a year of it leaking and nearly destroying my floor, but that's not the story. The story is of the handyman that installed it.
Dude's name is Chris, and he's your typically midwestern schlub - friendly, apologizes too much, really likes the Cardinals, maybe a little younger than my parents. Hella nice tho, gets the heater installed quickly, and even offers to fix the floorboards it warped (after nearly tripping over the hump it made in the floor twice). Overall, a stress-free experience.
Then, as he's gathering up his tools - "So, I noticed your, uh, banner. Over your bed."*
*(The closet where my water heater is is located in my bedroom because I live in a mobile home, dude wasn't just wandering creepily into my bedroom)
He's referring to a giant pride flag that's hanging over my bed, with the words "Sounds gay, I'm in"
My anxiety spikes instantaneously, thinking oh christ I'm about to get hatecrimed or at least microaggressioned.
But then he says "Yeah, my daughter is gay, and I was wondering, like...where do you guys, ya know, meet up?"
What.
"Because she met her most recent girlfriend when she was in jail, and I keep asking why she doesn't just find a nice lesbian librarian or something and she said 'dad I know they're out there, I just don't know where'. So...like...where do you?"
So I ended up confessing to this nice man who installed my water heater that I don't know of any real gay culture in our mostly Baptist Missouri town of about 18,000 that routinely freaks out over pride displays in the library (I'm sure it exists but I'm lazy and haven't gone looking for it). My girlfriend lives in an area with a rather bustling gay community (we just did a face painting booth for their pride festival a few weeks ago), so maybe have her go out there with some friends, and also a lot of queers I know play dnd so maybe find a nice group of them and network. I then apologized that I wasn't more helpful in getting his daughter settled with a nice, wholesome dyke.
On the plus side, he was not deterred at all, and seemed to be very interested in the fact dnd was so popular amongst the el gee bee tees. I told him the names of some dms I know and told him to go to town. I do not know if the names will be given to his daughter or hoarded for himself so he can join a group and play like he did when he was a teenager and not be called satanic for it.
He's coming to fix my floor next week.
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