#like the idea of a basic dni is dumb as shit first of all

[archangeldyke-all]

I have an idea but it's a bit iffy for some so it's totally alright if you don't want to write it! Headcanons about being Sevika's controversially young gf? So basically an age gap but all legal. Again, totally ok if it's not your cup of tea!

totally my cup of tea considering i, too, would be a controversially young gf if i ever managed to pull sevika

men and minors dni

i mean, she's not that old. i think in act one she's in her early thirties, in act two and three she's in her early fourties?

in canon i don't think she or many other people would give a shit. at least in zaun.

i think the attitude is more like 'if u can find love, hold tf onto it,' even if just for basic survival reasons.

if you guys ever went up to piltover, you might get a few strange looks. but in the undercity? everyone's cool with it. they're more focused on the war to give a shit about two consenting adults' relationship.

plus, sevika's not the type to let people talk shit about her girl. i doubt anyone would have the balls to say anything to her about your age gap.

ALSO? i don't think sevika dates someone unless she's absolutely enamored with them and can't go on without them. so it's not like she's just dating a younger girl to date a younger girl. she's dating you cuz you're you.

the chemistry you guys have, the way you make her laugh, the easy camaraderie you share-- that's why she's with you.

i could definitely see her being more sensitive about it in a modern setting tho.

she absolutely adores you, and worries that she's holding you back. she doesn't get what someone as young as you would see in someone like her, she thinks she's too boring for you. and she sees the looks you guys get in public.

the longer you're together, the less she worries about it, the more confident she is in the fact that you guys are a perfect match for each other, if a little unconventional.

your friends and family all agree. you're like a match made in heaven.

sometimes she gets really worried about it though. you woke up one night to sevika staring down at you like she'd been studying you all night.

"you don't think i'm too old for you?" she asks immediately. you blink up at her, still groggy from sleep.

"no, babe, you're a milf." you mumble, rubbing your eyes. she blinks.

"what's a milv?"

"a milf. m-i-l-f. mom i'd like to fuck." you explain.

"...i'm not a mom." she says after a minute.

you chuckle, staring up at her. "no, but you are a mommy."

she groans at your joke, throwing an arm around you and settling in to sleep.

after that, 'milf' is a regular part of her vocabulary. her instagram bio is just your anniversary, followed by, 'sevika. gym rat. reader. milf.'

there's parts of your age gap that she finds really entertaining.

you get to introduce her to all kinds of media from your generation that she'd never heard of.

we (by 'we' i mean people 18-25ish) grew up with so much good young adult media! like imagine getting sevika to read the hunger games for the first time. she'd eat that shit up.

she'd love the 2010's cartoons you show her too, especially the dumb ass lighthearted ones-- regular show, bob's burgers, that kinda thing.

she has no patience for technology, so it's a relief that any time she has an issue with a device she can just pass it off to you to figure it out. because if it was up to her? she'd smash the thing and call it a day.

when you're together long enough, you guys can even joke about it with each other. she'll teasingly call you a gold digger, and in return, you'll call her a perv.

some people might not understand it, but that doesn't matter, because to you and sevika? your relationship is the only thing in the world that makes sense.

[seongminiz]

mine / yours

first installment of Oh Distant You

minors dni ; dilf!minhee x fem reader ; 1540 words

warnings read The dilf!minhee post first or this wont make a lot of sense , fem reader , not specified age gap but around ~10 years , manipulation , cheating (not on reader) , minhee is a piece of shit omg , more angst than smut , idk if this counts as dubcon but reader is so emotionally vulnerable/unstable n he takes advantage of it so it might , manipulative minhee , unprotected sex , dacryphilia , chocking but not rlly , daddy kink , not proof read , the ending was half assed

permanent taglist @elifseasonz

note its 3am i need to go to sleep just manipulative dilf minhee i fawking love u (yes this is unfortunately named after a wilbur song , i now hate him but the title was too good to change it god bless)

manipulative mf [sighs dreamily]

previously to the events of that post , when you first started hooking up with him it wasn't an exclusive thing, it just kind of happened, at some point you even stopped seeing each other and kind of went your own separate ways. minhee went back to his life as a 'good' husband and you tried seeing other people, finally finding someone else you were interested in romantically.

minhee would've never admitted it, but he was so jealous - to him, you were already his, and the idea of you messing around with men that aren't him and could never be on his level pissed him off.

you could do better. and that better is, of course, him.

long story short, the person you were seeing eventually broke your heart, leaving you distraught and with no idea of what to do. somehow, that brings you back to minhee, showing up at his doorstep on a rainy night looking for a comfort you know he could never give you.

minhee, on the other hand, knew you would be coming back sooner or later, which is why it doesn't take long before you're being pushed into a spare bedroom, your lips never leaving his as you try to ignore the painful clenching of your heart. maybe, if you repress it enough, the heartbreak will go away. maybe.

after all, you're jumping from one miserable situation to another. from someone who led you on, convinced you to finally give a chance to love, only to drop you after a few weeks because he 'wasn't ready for a relationship yet', 'didn't think you would actually get this far' and 'stopped seeing you romantically after a few dates'; to someone who didn't even bother to lead you on, give you the illusion of any romantic feelings, because he knew there was no need to bother, you would come back to him anyways.

the whole time minhee is fucking you he has one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet because you don't want his wife - who's peacefully sleeping in the room right next to this one - to hear you, do you?

he keeps saying how much better off you would be with him instead of some random guy your age who doesn't even know how to treat you right - as if a married man keeping you as his side piece and getting a power trip out of how dependent you are on him is any better, but he's already fucked you too dumb to realize that, and hes basically drilling all of that into your mind (just like hes mercilessly drilling his cock into your cunt) to make sure you'll keep coming back to him and him only.

he doesn't care when you start crying more - whether it's for pleasure or for the emotional state you're in , you don't know it either. minhee notices when he feels the tears running down on the hand he's still keeping over your mouth. your moans have died down by now, reduced to a bunch of pathetic quiet whimpers every time the tip of minhee's cock roughly hits your cervix.

still, he flips you around, if you want to sob your heart out on his cock you might as well give him a show of it. and he's not disappointed by the sight: your makeup smudged and faded out because of all the crying, the way you look at him like he's the only person that matters in the whole world and spread your legs silently begging him to put his cock back in.

you bring one of your hands to your mouth to bite your nail in a subconscious show of uneasiness - be it because of the sudden absence of minhee's body from yours or yet another show of your emotional state - and if it wasn't for the sexual nature of your situation minhee would almost find this and your big, pleading eyes endearing. albeit reluctantly, in that moment minhee has to admit to himself he has somewhat grown fond of you, of your little quirks and habits that he barely sees in the midst of sneaking around with you.

but deep down, minhee also knows he loves all of this for a way more fucked up reason: your vulnerability makes him feel powerful.

being on top of you like this, having you at his complete mercy makes him realize he's completely in control, he has you in the palm of his hand and he has no intention of letting you go.

he wants to see more of this, more of you crying for him, being so dependent on him you're reduced to nothing but a nonverbal mess by the time he's done with you.

'so pretty,' minhee whispers as he pushes his cock back into you, one hand gently wiping your tears - the soft touch of his smooth delicate skin a stark contrast with the way he immediately starts fucking into you at a merciless pace again.

when in your fucked out state you manage to form one coherent thought, trying to be as quiet as you can, you start begging minhee to leave his wife because he'd be so much better off with you, you can give him what she never could…

minhee has to suppress a smirk. of course he would never leave his wife, his marriage might be falling apart but he has certain appearances to keep up, a reputation to maintain. what would people say if they divorced out of nowhere, just for him to be seen with a girl at the very least ten years younger than him?

still, if that's what will keep you coming back to him, making an empty promise is no harm - at least to him. he nods, brows knitting together as you clench down on his cock impossibly tighter, bringing him closer to his high, closer to coming inside of you like he always does. but something feels different this time, as minhee pushes your legs to your chest and listens to your moans getting louder by the second, knowing there's no way his wife hasn't found out by now.

‘daddy i'm about to-’ the words die in your mouth, half interrupted by a higher pitched moan and half by the realization of the words that just escaped you.

minhee slows his place down and you take that as your cue to start apologizing profusely. more tears well up in your eyes, you try to tell him it was an accident, you didn't mean to actually call him that, all while minhee pulls his cock out of your still clenching hole until only his tip is left inside of you.

if you weren't so focused on apologizing, maybe you would've noticed the way his cock twitches with every weak disconnected sentence you try to formulate. but you don't, utterly surprised and trying to suppress a scream as minhee slams his whole length back into you, bottoming out as one of his hands wraps around the base of your neck without applying any pressure.

‘say it again,’ minhee commands, thumb absentmindedly stroking your collarbone in a way that could be almost read as boredom if it wasn't for his dick being completely buried inside of your cunt in this exact moment.

you bite your lip, trying to find the strength to oblige, but it's like your brain has been emptied out and your voice has suddenly disappeared.

your pleading eyes, though, are nothing to minhee, fingers softly pressing around your neck ‘come on, don't make me repeat myself,’ it almost sounds like a threat, punctuated by a harsh thrust that finally rips a moan out of you, along with the word he so badly wanted to hear from you.

minhee has to hold back a moan of his own when you do, suppressing any further sounds by busying his mouth with your neck and chest, leaving marks all over it - ‘just a reminder of who you really belong to,’ he'll tell you later. to you, it's an even crueler reminder: you're his, but he'll never be yours.

you can only pretend he is, as you beg minhee to let you cum and for him to come inside of you, your body twitching in waves of pleasure as his orgasm follows yours quickly after, the feeling of his warm cum shooting deep inside you leaving you willing to go for another round.

you know you can't, though. just like every other time, you'll sneak out of the guest room and through the exaggeratingly big house, silently shutting the front door behind you as the feeling of guilt starts to make its insidious way inside of you.

you'll go home, take a shower, and promise to yourself you'll never see him again, you'll never answer his calls or texts or show up to his doorstep.

never.

you're a hypocrite, but a part of you feels better knowing you're not the only person who's acting like one.

you'd be almost at peace with it, if everything around you wasn't a constant reminder of that same, devastatingly simple fact that has been roaming around your head since that night.

you'll forever be his, but minhee will never be yours.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies!

Anonymous asked:

Dayummm Azul is BIGGGG LOOK AT THAT BOY! DAYUMMM

Hehe thank you!!

I am happy I managed to figure out how to draw the fishies… Azul is one thicc boy

Anonymous asked:

What do you think of Silver x Kalim? Cater x Leona? LMC + Rook x Idia?

Kalim/Silver is cute but unfortunately too cute to click with us; their interactions are sweet and wholesome, but they don’t really give us anything we look for in ships.

Cater/Leona is hmmm nothing against it, but we’re not invested enough in either of them to ship them, plus we haven’t seen anything from their interactions that would grab our attention yet.

Love Rook/Idia though! We have a tag for them and just posted them a week ago, and I’ll write a hc post about them soon… well, at some point…

Anonymous asked:

🐩 anon has arrived once more to thank you for your absolutely delicious art. I had to come out of twst burnout, it's so hard to enjoy the fandom when it's all self righteous antis trying to police the game as if it's not catered to basically young adults and older. These kids have me baffled, it's as if they believe pixels are real people.

I can hardly stand to look at TWST Tumblr anymore either, they're all so white knighted that you'd think they were paid to be piss babies in circles they don't belong in. It's one of those "Why put yourself in that position to see it, if you didn't want to be there in the first place".

Hi 🐩 anon, long time no see! Thank you for being around and still enjoying my art.

I feel you, it really is difficult when you keep seeing people saying the same type of antis bullshit over and over and over again; even if you become apathetic about it, it’s still very annoying. Mostly because it’s impossible to ignore completely – they love to invite themselves to spaces that aren’t meant for them. That’s like the whole idea. No one is forcing anyone to see anything, every ship and triggering trope is always tagged in some way or another, but instead of avoiding this type of stuff they use the tagging system to shit on certain characters and ships directly, just so you couldn’t look for your favourite thing without seeing their outbursts of unsolicited opinions.

It really is very annoying.

Anonymous asked:

🐩 anon again, but now with one that's more funny and teehee haha random info that I thought you'd think it'd be interesting or funny

On that note, I came here because I started a DND campaign with a group over a twst based campaign. It reminded me of you, which made me invested in the campaign. Now I have a whore serving with 18th century fashion, giving Vil a run for his money. So far, 10/10. He has major Edmund and Idia vibes, wants no part of it, gets shit luck anyways and so far, has slept with Bird Man for Ramshackle funds on a bad roll. Mans is a survivor and we are barely halfway into chapter 1 😭

It’s so sweet that you got reminded of us and got invested… I am very glad you’re having fun! “Rewriting” your negative fandom experience with a positive one and good associations is so important.

Major Edmund and Idia vibes + a 18th century fashion whore??? SLEEPING WITH BIRD MAN??? An icon and a hustler. I don’t know him but I love him already…

Anonymous asked:

Good lord. I had randomly followed a twst blog but then I saw them posting about how even though there is a two year age difference between the third-years and first-years, it’s wrong to ship them because the first-years treat them, especially the housewardens, like idols and apparently that’s grooming. Like, no, that’s you in Delululand and I’m about to unfollow and block. #staytoxicbestie

Yeah they seem to have discovered this idea and now put it everywhere, harassing JackVil shippers and such. It’s one of those moments when I genuinely hope that they deliberately lie and reach because I am scared of the idea of anyone being this dumb.

It does suck that there seems to be more people like that lately, and they don’t even tag their accs with “proship dni” anymore either. Gee I wonder why.

[miscling]

Hello

Call me Lin. She/her. If you're not at least 18 dni at all. Don't follow me, don't message me. If I think you're under 18 I'll block you. I'm very interested in finding blogs by people in the UK, who are in the 30-45 age range (similar to myself!). It's okay to follow/interact outside that range though! I'd really like to make lots of new friends of any age!

I'm not new to tumblr, but I've started this blog for hornyposting about kinks and to follow blogs for the fet stuff I like. I'm also queer as fuck, so I'm esp into looking for queer shit to follow. I live in a really dull part of the UK (NE, near Grimsby) so it's also a kind of way to feel like a part of a kinky and queer whole.

I'll probably just sporadically rb stuff based on my kinks. I might start posting some of the kinky fantasies that get stuck in my head, and maybe even write some stories (since I am also a writer). I'd like to find someone to beta-read them at the moment, so I can build up the courage to post some! Scratch that this blog has become a hyperfixation and I'm definitely gonna post stories that pass muster.

I'm using the tag 'Ask Meme' for ask memes, feel free to look one up and send me questions to answer! Copy the questions in so I know which ones to answer! I tag my answers with 'Miscling Answers'. I really like ask memes (I am a complete ask meme slut please don't hesitate I will answer literally anything) so don't be shy! If I reblog an ask meme I'll also send some asks back to you, I'm nice like that.

I also have a lovense wishlist: https://www.lovense.com/wish-list/939q and it would be swell if someone were to gift me toys I could use to play with people on here. I'm a slutty set of holes, a toy for others to use. Fill my mouth, cunt, and ass.

Kinks I practice:

I'm mostly a bottom, but I can switch, I'd be into a sub/sub or switch/switch dynamic with someone.

bondage, the more inescapable the better. Rope especially, but I also love cuffs and padlocks. I am a big fan of stocks and bondage frames, and basically anything that restrains my body.

tickling. I'm a lee, and it's more about the stimulation than anything else. I can't say I'm that ticklish, if I'm being honest.

sensation and sensory play. Stuff like slime, mud, and other goops.

masochism. sharps and biting! I like getting hurt sometimes, and I wouldn't mind a good beating every so often. I'm especially into medieval type tortures and gear.

latex wear, bunny outfits, bondage wear, maid outfits. Dressing up is really fun, if only I was brave enough to post selfies. and it's really east to goad me into sharing my pics if you're nice.

Exhibitionism! I love showing off, from pics to my endless ramblings, I really like just being at the centre of attention.

masks and hoods. I have more than a few masks and I always love adding new ones to my collection. I love wearing masks, even casually.

praise and worship. I'm a good girl, the best. I like being revered and put on a pedestal, but I don't like false or empty praise.

breast milking and nipple play, hucow stuff (moo!). I regularly milk my breasts, though I haven't quite got a good flow yet I'm getting there! I've got some hucow pics on here too: link

Edging. This one's new for me. I knew what edging was, but I didn't know how to get it to work. Someone taught me how, and now I'm a dumb edgeslut who stays horny and compliant. Good girls don't cum without permission, they stay horny and help others get off first.

Hypnosis and conditioning. If I reblog something with a spiral in it, I will tag it as 'hypno gif' so it can be filtered. I am finding hypno and conditioning stuff so hot atm I might just boil off. I am really getting into hypno, and love the idea of being switched off like that. I'm still super new to it, but I'm gaining lots of experience.

Kinks I'm curious about/breaking into:

group, freeuse, drugging, kidnapping, and cnc. I'm definitely not going to go into this sort of thing until I know I'm with someone I can actually trust with my safety, but the thought turns me on.

probably some rp stuff but not much. I want to interact with kink as myself, and get real with it. When I write, I much prefer to work with original characters and settings than work in other canons.

petplay, but I'm a cat, like one of those that sleeps in the corner most of the day, but really likes affection and nuzzles you like a lot.

Into some shit that's more fantasy than reality:

size kinks (I wish I could be like 12in tall or like 12ft tall, I can never decide. I definitely prefer being small, though.)

stuff with ovipositors and breeding, tentacles, and just general purpose monster-fucking.

stuff with robot girls, slime girls, and that sorta thing.

Probably some other things that'll get awakened in me and I'll have to edit in later.

And not into this shit at all:

unnegotiated submission (don't come at me acting like a 'dom')

puppyplay (don't refer to me as anything dog related)

humiliation (don't talk me down and treat me as lesser)

ageplay (I might want a mommy, but I'm so far past being a kid)

sissification (I get it, I do, but I'm a woman, and I do not want to ever be called a sissy or associated with sissification.)

shit and piss (just makes me feel sick)

Basically I like being treated with respect even if we're doing fun kinky shit and I'm not really a person any more. I'd like to talk to people as people, before we negotiate any kind of dynamic.

[iguana-braces]

One More Round (Hangman x Reader)

Based on this request – Masterlist

Description: A certain hotshot TOPGUN recruit needs to be taught a few lessons in manners. 

Warnings: explicit content, oral (m and f receiving)

Word Count: 1.9k (It’s so short I’m so sorry)

Note: Agh I spent so long trying to make this pilot!Reader, but it just was not clicking in my brain. Also, as a service industry worker, I feel like Hangman (especially Pre-Maverick Hangman) might be a nightmare as a customer and definitely needs to be taught a lesson. 

This one is short because my attention span has been maxing out at 5 seconds lately and I was STRUGGLING to stay in the zone. 

Also, this GIF vvvv (by unicornships). Imagine being at a bar and having Hangman look at you like THAt. I cry. 

MINORS DNI, 18+

“I’m gonna need another round.”

You glanced up at the man across the bar from you. “Another round of what?”

“The same thing I ordered earlier.”

Sighing, you glared directly into his green eyes with every ounce of pent-up spite you could manage. “Sir, about seventy other people have ordered drinks since you did, so I have no idea what you're talking about. If you gave me the name on your tab, that would be a more helpful place to start.”

“It’s Seresin. Like it says right here,” he said slowly, tapping the shiny nametag on his chest. You wanted to reach across the bar and rip it off his shirt, but refrained. The woman who owned the bar thankfully didn't subscribe to that "the customer is always right", forced pleasantries bullshit. If a patron was being rude, you had every right to be rude right back. No matter what rank they were on-base, everyone got the same amount of respect at the bar. Most of the regulars had mastered basic decency and were capable of keeping themselves in line. It was the strangers who most often ended up getting a taste of their own medicine. 

And this guy definitely wasn’t from around here. You might've forgotten his drink order, but you'd never forget a man who looked like that. He had the kind of laser-cut features, perfectly coiffed blonde hair, and muscular physique that could only have been perfected in a laboratory somewhere. And his fucking biceps, bulging under the cuffs of his short-sleeves. But no matter how devastatingly handsome he was, he was now on your shit-list. 

Leaning on the bar, intently watching you make drinks and taking up space from other people who were actually trying to order, the man asked, “Is this how you treat all the customers?”

“Just the ones who irritate me.”

“That’s a great way to lose business.”

You gestured towards the rest of the bustling bar, before setting a tray of beers in front of him. 

"Your drinks, Seresin." 

"That's Lieutenant Seresin. And are you sure you don't want to spit in these first?" 

"I do, but I think you might enjoy that a little too much." 

He grinned at that, flashing his too-white teeth and shooting you a wink. "Maybe another time." 

Asking some of the regulars from NAS, you learned that this guy– Lieutenant Jake Seresin– and his buddies, who were much more tolerable, were new TOPGUN recruits. That meant he’d be gone after graduation, which was only in six weeks, but still wasn’t soon enough. 

It became a habit that you'd end up indulging in dumb, amusing and mildly irritating banter with him when he came in. He was still on your shit-list, but the way he'd look at you sometimes, like he was undressing you with his eyes… Nah, you told yourself, that's just the way he looks at every woman. Not like you weren’t looking back at him the exact same way, but you refused to let things go any further. An asshole's an asshole. 

So you toughed it out for five weekends. Still, you found a strange sense of dread building as the weeks went by, ticking closer and closer to the culmination of the TOPGUN course. 

By then, you were well-acquainted with the drinks he ordered, the sequence he ordered them in, practically timed down to the minute. You could’ve saved him those fifteen foot walks to the bar, but you wanted something else out of this transaction besides his money. 

"It's almost graduation for you, isn't it?" you asked cooly. 

"Yeah, it is. You gonna miss me?" Jake replied, leaning in towards you. Again, there was that devilish look in his eyes and you almost blushed, but focused your attention back on the glass you were polishing in your hand. 

"A new group of pilots will be here soon enough to take your place in annoying me. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. This has been an entirely forgettable experience." 

He mocked offense at this, blowing out a breath. "Harsh, it's not over yet. Still plenty of time for me to make a mark." 

"And how are you gonna do that?" 

"I could ask if you wanna get out of here."

And there it was. So he had been looking at you with a certain… indecent intent. But fuck, you couldn’t look him in the eye and fall to pieces so easily. "And I could have you kicked out for doing exactly that." 

"Come on, if you weren't interested, you would've had me kicked out weeks ago." 

"So you admit that your behavior is crossing a line?" 

Jake merely shrugged. "That’s entirely up to you to decide." 

"Well, you know, I might just say yes if it weren't for the fact that I'm working. I'm not just gonna walk out mid-shift to fuck a stranger," you snipped.  

"When do you get off?" 

"Past your bedtime, babe." 

"I think I could make an exception for one night." 

You pretend to let the thought stew in your mind, as if you hadn’t thought about this exact scenario for a month straight already. 

“Alright then. If you really think you can handle it.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can.”

At your apartment hours later, Jake’s eyes watched you intently as you knelt between his legs, running your hands up his thighs. At another time, you would’ve been more than happy to take a seat on one of them, grinding your way to paradise. But you had other intentions. 

Undoing his belt, he helped you slide his pants down to free his hardening length. You couldn’t hide your surprise, and subtle excitement, at the size of his dick, which made him grin widely. So that's why he is the way he is. Because, literally, he’s…. cocky. 

“Definitely should’ve seen that coming.”

“Oh, you will,” Jake assured. “Think you can handle it?"

"This isn’t my first rodeo." 

Working over it as seductively as you could, looking up at him through your lashes as you took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible, moaning around it. 

"You do know what you're doing. Looks like I got lucky." You let him guide your mouth along the length, trying to put up as little resistance as possible to his hand tangled in the back of your hair. “Fuck, I don’t even know how long I’m gonna last.”

“Oh, great…” you muttered.

“Well, I haven’t had sex in like, two months.” Admittedly, it was impressive how he could keep time bobbing your head on his cock while ranting aloud to… no one in particular. “I’ve barely even jerked off because I told myself I was going to completely focus on this course, absolutely no distractions, busting my ass out there every fucking day. And obviously, that worked out exactly the way I wanted it to, but–”

Pulling back to give your aching jaw a break while continuing to stroke him, kissing the tip, you simpered, "Yeah, I've heard quite a bit about you, Hangman."

That brought his attention back to you. 

"You were asking about me?" he teased. 

"Maybe. Apparently you're one of the best. Highly skilled, intelligent, deadly. Hot as shit too."

Jake’s head rolled back against the couch. "Fuck…Please, tell me more things I already know about myself." That last bit sounded sarcastic, but also had perhaps the slightest tone of actual desire under it. Unfortunately, that wasn't part of your plan. 

Continuing in the same sultry tone, you added, "You're also an egotistical, self-centered dick and I didn’t have to ask anyone to find that out." 

Suddenly pulling your hands away, you rocked back on your heels, escaping his grasp. He groaned at the loss of contact, quickly replacing your hands with his own. 

“Goddamnit," Jake huffed, shaking his head. "What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Hey, we’re both here for the same reasons. I just think that maybe you could learn to put other people’s needs and wants and feelings before your own.”

"You’re kidding me.”

“Or you can go back to base and spend another night jerking off into the mirror.”

“Yeah, alright, let's get this over with,” he sighed. “You want me to go down on you?" 

“Mhmm. Let’s see what else you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, besides just talking shit."

Laying down on the couch, you tossed your shorts and underwear onto the coffee table as Jake positioned himself between your legs. Right off the bat, you knew this would be an uphill struggle. His tongue kept hitting too high, so you had to repeatedly push his head back down towards your sweet spot. There was definitely room for improvement, but it was also enjoyable just to watch him struggle. So he was a good pilot and good-looking, but he wasn’t good at everything. Still, just feeling, and seeing, that chiseled jawline working between your legs sent shivers through your body.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it–”

And then what little tension had began to build was gone again because he kept fucking moving away. Glancing down at him, you could see one of Jake’s arms bent between his legs. 

“Uh-uh, hands where I can see them, mister.”

Glaring up at you, he brought both hands up to rest on your thighs and squeezed, his fingers digging deep enough into the muscle to bruise. Christ, you could only imagine what might happen if you really pissed him off. The poor guy hadn’t felt a woman’s touch in months, and here you were keeping him on the edge of exactly that. But as far as you cared, the world had been falling at his feet for a little too long and he could wait his turn until you were properly satisfied, no matter how long that took. You couldn’t tell if he was being intentionally bad at this, or if he was doing it just to irritate you. 

“Finger me.”

“I thought you said–”

“Jake, I swear to God, just do it.” 

Thankfully, his hands were much more skilled than his mouth, with one gently rubbing circles over your clit, the fingers on the other curling inside you. It certainly wasn’t an intense conclusion, more like soft waves of pleasure washing over you. But it was something at least.

“You done?” Jake grumbled, his once perfectly styled hair now fluffed up by your fingers pulling at it.  

“I came. But that doesn’t mean I’m done.” His eyes briefly flashed widely at you, as a disbelieving chuckle left his throat.  

“You know, the problem with your little lesson here is that there aren’t any actual consequences,” he sneered. “So what if we don’t fuck? It’ll be a disappointment for both of us, but it’s not the end of the world. And then I’m gone in a week and we never see each other again.”

“Maybe not physically, but I’ll be there in your dreams.” Sitting up, you stared down at him directly. “Your nightmares. Your deepest, darkest fears. And you’ll come to curse the day you ever crossed me.”

“That’s complete bullshit,” he scoffed.

Shrugging, you laid down again. “Maybe, maybe not. There’s only one way to find out.”

Pausing, his eyes narrowed at you, flicking to the side as he considered his options. “...Fine, one more time, that’s all you’re getting.” 

Stifling a laugh, you honestly couldn’t believe how easy it was to have this Ken Doll of a man completely bending to your will. He might be the best of the best in the air, but on the ground, he still had plenty to learn. 

[darthwheezely]

nsfw alphabet - g.w.

a/n: dni 18+ you better not even think about it smols because i will be checking for ages :)) anyways y’all know the drill i’m a whore woop woop

here we GO:

a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he is the most caring man, i swear to god. this boy will carry you to the bathtub, wash you off, wash your hair, do your skin

b - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

this man loves his arms. would toss a bitch up if someone says shit about his arms. pls worship them for me i’m begging-

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he actually doesn’t enjoy finishing on your body as much as it’s shooting a hot load inside you or filling your throat to the brim. yeah. that’s it for him <3 your ass too though if he really thought about it

d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he gets very turned on by you when you’re on your period. the idea of you just constantly being warm and soft and horny and dumb for his commands makes him a bIT UNHINGED. but it’s mostly for when you bleed through your pants and you get SUPER EMBARRASSED. he has a massive humiliation kink. just a kinky mans.

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

this man has been with every organism that resembles human on this planet like as long as you can utter a safe word, this man gonna take care of you <3

f - favorite position

69 or doggy 100%. but this man does and will do anything once and whatever will make you happy

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s casually goofy. like lazy goofy. like we’re talking you riding him with his hands behind his head and this lazy smile on his face. how fucking sexy

h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

VERY soft and VERY well groomed. the carpet does in fact match the drapes hOWEVER,,,he will switch it up and dye his pubes like blue sometimes. for shock value yk.

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

the most intimate fucking man on the pLANET BARKBARKBARK he just. candles. flowers. the whole damn circus. but also: if he just wants a rough fuck he’ll make it vERY CLEAR TO YOU

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

this man has a nice healthy relationship with jacking off. not a shit ton like Fred, but he usually does it when he’s ANGRY and he has nothing to fuck. he just growls and fucks his fist until he creams everywhere xoxo

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding, sleeping beauty, BDSM, DDLG, blood, sadism/masochism

l - location (favorite places to do the do)

bed is his first choice but he also really loves fucking on carpets. he loves getting those sexy ass rug burns that proven

m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

listen, anything gets him going - but when a person is MAD AT HIM?! oh good LOOOORD. like he gets this smug little smirk on his face as he watches you go off on him and all he can do is think about pounding the rage out of your system

n - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

george loves to see you cry and get over stimulated, but a hard no for him is if you start to push him away or mumble the word no in any way

o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

you’d think he was an 100% giver, but it’s definitely 50/50. giving is his forte but he does like to lay back and push a damn head or two when he’s able :))

p - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

george is that healthy, lazy, medium between too fast and love makingly slow. he usually hovers on the faster side of life, but if it’s extra intimate and time for making some lovin fresh, he will accommodate to that and go slower

q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

is there a saint quickie because if so he worships them day and night, this man will die on a HILL for quickies (these weasley men I tell ya smh)

r - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

maybe it’s the exhibitionist in him but boy oh boy does he love risk. he loves the adrenaline rush and the fear in your eyes of “Georgie, we could get caught,” or “Georgie, ‘m scared” it’s all the more arousing to this man

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man is solar powered i swear to god, he just goes on and on and on and on. them rounds be l o n g

t - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he and fred are toy makers, babes, WHAT DO YOU THINK

u - unfair (how much they like to tease)

the way i like to explain it is that sex with fred sends you to the hospital, sex with george sends you to psychotherapy. so. take that as you will.

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not as loud as fred, he makes a lot of noise, but it’s usually very low and gravelly and grunts a L O T

w - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he is a dom leaning switch, like fred, but the difference between the two is that george is MUCH more subby than his twin, and getting him in that headspace is pretty damn easy when he’s feeling whiny.

x - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

11.7, like Fred, but a bit more curve to him to fit allllll those lovely nooks and crannies of your body :)). also smooth as hell like his skin is just soft and lovely just CHEFS KISS ALL AROUND XXX

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

george weasley constantly is in mating season, i do not know how else to tell y’all

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

okay not to be creepy or a la edward cullen but after you pass out, he’s usually awake and brushing your forehead and eyebrows to help you fall asleep. he’s not like Fred where fred gets manic after a single round, he tends to be pretty calm after one, but, like Fred after about six or seven rounds, he will pass out pretty hard after

[hopelesshawks]

Ash and Dust Part 21- Toga

18+ Dabi x fem!reader (MINORS DNI)

Summary: You first meet Dabi on the worst night of your life after unwittingly walking into the very bar the League of Villains made infamous. That should probably be the end of the story. You stumble on the remnants of one of the most infamous terrorist groups in the history of Japan, get viciously murdered or call the cops and get them arrested, the end. Except that’s not the end of the story. It’s only the beginning.

Warnings: Graphic description of major character injury, blood, canon typical violence

Link to change y/n to your actual name (not mobile compatible)

Masterlist Kofi (Help Lulu)

If someone had told Dabi a year ago that he’d be sneaking into the youngest Todoroki’s apartment in order to work alongside the brat, he would’ve laughed in their face and then reduced them to ashes.

Now?

It’s the price he pays for being so careless with you.

It’s already been three days since he drove back from the beach to try and get you and he’s got fuck all to show for it. His old contacts claimed not to have heard anything about it from the grapevine, Spinner was entirely useless, and even his goody-goody baby brother had been coming up short. And each second longer you spend with psycho barbie the more likely it is that the you he gets back won’t really be you anymore. Toga will do her damndest to break you, of that he’s sure, and every time he recalls that fact it has bile crawling up his throat.

Because it is completely, unavoidably, and unequivocally his fault.

It’s his fault Toga had her eyes set on you.

It’s his fault she knew where your apartment is.

It’s his fault you hadn’t been staying in a different, safer apartment instead.

And it’s his fault that you were alone with no one to protect you from her.

“You look like shit,” Shouto says the minute Dabi gets inside.

“Fuck off,” Dabi growls back.

“Your roots are coming in and it looks dumb. It shouldn’t be possible for you to have bags under your eyes considering you burnt them to shit and yet there they are,” his little brother continues.

“I’ve been a little busy asshole. Watch it before I roast you alive.”

“You’re not going to do shit. You need my help because I’m the one with access to official channels.”

Dabi scowls. Shouto isn’t wrong. Dabi’s own contacts had been useless and while they probably had heard more than they were willing to admit, none of them had enough loyalty to Dabi to get involved in a conflict between him and Toga. He’d normally make them pay for not choosing sides but keeping a low profile is even more important than ever now. So Shouto’s contacts and capabilities by virtue of being a well-regarded pro hero were an essential part of the investigation.

“Speaking of, I think I might’ve found her,” Shouto adds.

In a second Dabi is in his little brother’s face, a hand fisted in his shirt.

“Why wouldn’t you start with that,” he growls.

“Because I knew you’d rush off if I did. If you want to get her out safely we need to be smart about this,” Shouto explains.

“You’re wasting time.”

“You’re not the only one who cares about her, Touya.”

The words make Dabi stop short, his grip on Shouto’s shirt loosening.

“I don’t know what you two were to each other but I consider her a friend. So pull it together so we can go save her. Alright?”

“Fine…”

The address Shouto had narrowed things down to turns out to be an abandoned apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. Dabi has been in the area before so he knows the layout decently well. There’s no easy way in other than through the front door and without knowing exactly where inside you are, it’ll be difficult to flush out Toga without potentially hurting you. Basically it’s an uphill battle and Toga’s quirk would only make it harder.

Still though, Dabi is determined and he can tell Shouto is too. It’s a mild reassurance even if he isn’t ecstatic about the idea of fighting alongside his brother.

“Split up and cover each apartment?” Shouto asks.

“I’ll start at the top, you start at the bottom. Signal if you find that psycho bitch.”

The inside of the building is dark and dank, the scent of mold permeating throughout. The concrete walls and floors do a piss poor job of insulating the building so if anything it almost feels colder inside than out. Dabi had rocketed himself up to the top floor and swung in through one of the windows, fully anticipating having to break glass to do so but instead had found most of the windows blown out already. It’s a miserable place and he’s eager to find you and get the fuck out. He moves quickly through each apartment, breaking down the door when necessary, all in his quest to find you. He clears the top floor and then makes his way down further into the building, moving systematically through. As he descends to the fourth floor he hears a faint sobbing, following the sound to one of the rooms. He tips inside only to find you collapsed over on the floor, bawling your eyes out. He steps inside and your head snaps up to look at him. “D-Dabi?” you stutter in disbelief as you train your watery eyes on him. More tears cascade down your cheeks as you extend your arms to him. “You came for me?” you ask, voice warbling.

“Cut the shit Toga,” Dabi growls.

Toga huffs, sitting back on her palms and brusquely wiping the tears from her face. “Well you’re no fun. How’d you know it was me?”

“You’re a shit actor.”

“I’m surprised you even care enough to tell the difference when you ghosted her. The poor thing hasn’t been sleeping well or taking care of herself since ya left y’know. Although it did make my job that much easier so thanks for that.”

Slowly your form melts away as Toga transforms back to her own appearance.

“Where is she?” he demands.

“She’s resting right now. We’ve been having such a fun time on our little sleepover that she’s quite exhausted.”

Touya doesn’t make the conscious choice to activate his quirk but finds his arms blazing with bright blue flames all the same. He dimly registers that it hurts at the fringes of his already burned skin but it’s a small penance for whatever you’ve suffered because of him.

“You know you don’t stand a chance of winning this fight,” he scowls, “so come off it and tell me where the fuck she is.”

“I don’t need to win the fight, silly. I’m just making sure by the time you get to her you’re too late.”

Touya lunges, tackling Toga to the ground and letting his flames roar even higher. She uses his momentum against him so the two tumble a bit, not that it stops him from allowing his flames to consume them both. He feels her skin shifting beneath his palms as they roll and he doesn’t pay much mind to it until suddenly he’s got her pinned but it’s your face looking up at him. “You’re not her,” he growls. “Please, it hurts, it hurts!” she cries out, skin burning as his rage and frustration and anger and pain turn his flames from blue to violet and he knows she’s not you but she sounds like you and looks like you and he’s so fucking pathetic because even though he knows he just can’t do it.

“FUCK!” he shouts in frustration, his flames abruptly localizing to his fist as he slams it into the concrete next to Toga’s head, blood dripping from the scars beneath his eyes and head hanging in defeat.

Toga’s cackle sounds especially cruel and ugly in your voice as she delights in his turmoil. She knew she could never beat him in a fight, she was fucking counting on it.

“You can’t hide behind her face forever.”

“I’ve had her for a long time. I can hide behind her face for longer than she has left.”

Suddenly the room is iced over, freezing both Toga and Touya in place.

“Set yourself free and find her. I cleared the rest of the building, she must be nearby,” Shouto commands, rushing into the room.

Ordinarily the command would’ve made Touya bristle but as is he says nothing, using his flames to melt the ice and escape. Toga tries to lunge out at him but a blast of fire from his little brother has her reeling back instead. Touya takes advantage of the opening to race deeper into the apartment, checking each room meticulously for any and all signs of you. When he finally finds you he can’t even bring himself to be relieved yet.

Touya finds you handcuffed to a pipe in one of the rooms, clad in only your bra and panties, slumped over. The floor and wall around you are both heavily smeared with your blood and even from across the room he can see several deep gashes in your skin that are still bleeding lazily.

He crosses the room in only a few steps, collapsing to his knees in front of you as he grasps your face in both his hands and lifts your head to face him. You’re unconscious but now that he’s this close he can tell you’re breathing at least, even if it’s worryingly shallow. He releases your face in favor of grasping hold of the chain on your handcuffs instead. Melting the chain is trivial, especially considering how keyed up he is, but without them you slump forward even further and he has to catch you. To his surprise you stir, suddenly shifting in his arms. For a moment you flinch, shifting yourself violently backwards and he has to reach forward to stop you from getting too far.

“Hey! Hey, it’s just me doll,” he assures and you blink at him slowly. Too slowly.

“Touya?”

“Yea it’s me. I’m gonna get you outta here but first I need to patch up some of those cuts alright?”

You scoff and it cracks him open in ways he didn’t think possible.

“Thought y’ used up all his blood,” you mumble.

“No it’s not- we don’t have time for this. I’m gonna seal the wounds now ok? It’s gonna hurt,” he warns.

“Y’ can’t mimic quirks Toga, ‘m not dumb.”

As much as he hates hurting you, he realizes that you’re both wasting valuable time now so he ignites two of his fingers and presses them to the deepest appearing of the gashes. You flinch at the pain, unable to muster up any more of a reaction from your bruised and battered body as he slowly cauterizes the gash. He repeats the process for all of your more serious wounds and by the time he finishes you’re trembling slightly in his hold. Despite how weak your body is, your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders and suddenly you’re gripping him with what little strength is left in you.

“Yer the real one?” you ask hesitantly, and for the first time you lift your head enough for your eyes to meet his, silent tears of relief starting to slip down your cheeks.

“Yea baby, I’m the real one,” he assures.

He’s never unironically used a pet name like that before but somehow it rolls off his tongue so easily for you as he brushes the tears away from your cheeks.

“You’ve been crying,” you note, reaching forward to brush the blood staining his cheeks away.

His gut instinct is to correct you. He can’t cry; he burned his tear ducts out to make sure he never could again. But considering the blood on his face he supposes it’s a technicality at this point, so instead he just pulls you closer to him, lifting you into a princess carry as he rises. “We’ve gotta get you out of here,” he mumbles instead of replying before making his way out of the apartment.

There’s no sounds of fighting so he moves back into the room he’d first found Toga in. Sure enough she and Shouto are nowhere to be found. He doesn’t have time to worry about them though, he knows his brother can handle her just fine. Instead he moves as quickly as he can down the stairs and eventually out the door. He finds a car to boost and hurries to settle you into the back seat so he can lay you down. Just as he’s got you fastened in with his jacket draped over you as a makeshift blanket, Shouto jogs up to him looking contrite.

“You lost Toga?” Touya guesses.

“She bailed out the window the minute you left. Chased her as long as I could but the minute we got to an area with more people-”

“She phased into someone else and you couldn’t keep track of her.”

Shouto nods grimly. He prepares himself for Touya to get angry or lash out but it doesn’t happen. Instead Touya just wordlessly opens the passenger side door before moving to the driver’s side to hotwire it. They both climb in and soon they’re on the road, more than ready to put the apartment complex in the rearview mirror.

“Not gonna say anything about me stealing a car Mr. Pro Hero?” Touya finally asks after they’ve been driving for a while.

“If it gets reported I’ll tell them I accidentally destroyed it trying to get Toga and cover the cost of replacement,” Shouto shrugs, “it was more important to get her out of there.”

“Toga will be back.”

“I know, I’m assuming that’s why you aren’t driving to the hospital right now.”

“Smarter than you look.”

“Drop me at my apartment. I’ll pick up Natsuo in my car and meet you at the beach house.”

Dabi shoots him an incredulous look before redirecting his eyes to the road.

“This isn’t a fucking family reunion.”

“She needs actual medical attention and Natsuo is an actual medical professional. Like it or not you need him to make sure she survives the night.”

Touya’s hands clench hard onto the steering wheel. He’s tempted to ignore Shouto. You’re not bleeding anymore, so you’ll be fine eventually. At this point your body just needs time to recover.

Right?

His eyes drift to the rearview mirror so he can see you. You’ve got a death grip on his jacket and your eyebrows are furrowed as if even the simple act of breathing is painful. If he’s being honest with himself it probably is. Sure he’d stopped the bleeding but what if one of your wounds is infected? What if he missed something?

His eyes focus forward again. He’s going to have to make a decision soon. He has zero interest in seeing anymore of his family. Shouto had already only gotten involved because it had been a necessary evil. But he also can’t fix this alone.

So Touya does something he hasn’t done in a very long time, if ever.

He puts someone else over himself.

A/N: This chapter was a bitch and a half to write but I'm v happy with how it turned out

Taglist: @thechroniclesofawriter @simpsfortodoroki @ahtsuwu @002opdestiny @larkspyrr @oikawaandkuroostan @tina-98 @vibesdontlie @clubfairy @oddball215 @myfavoriteficsandsuch @h0wab0utw3d0ntd0that @alyssa6marie @bleuchichiriq

[gryphsdeadbones]

Half-Life and its media are rated M and the following applies:

(cw for: nsfw discussion)

1. Don’t fucking send nsfw shit to minors. What is WRONG with you. If you are an adult you don’t bring that shit up with minors. Don’t fucking go into their inbox and whine about nsfw discourse. WHY are you personally interacting with kids in that way, it’s shady as fuck??? You can discuss that stuff with other adults, don’t involve minors- even if you feel the need to correct them it’s just. Really not a good idea. 

If you really can’t avoid a discussion, keep your distance.

Minors, for your safety, only trust whoever you feel is an okay adult. Even then, don’t hesitate to cut off contact if an adult ever feels very very suspicious and unsafe. You can softblock/hardblock as needed on the internet and it’s understandable and gets the message across. 

2. Don’t fucking send nsfw shit to adults who didn’t ask. Why the fuck are you sending nsfw shit to wayne and co. This is like nsfw etiquette 101, if you DO discuss serious nsfw in a sfw space, you always make sure the others are okay with it and its tagged as such/in the appropriate space. 

The huge problem with the discourse in the first place is that some chucklefuck thought it was funny to send it to creators. 

The crew do crack nsfw jokes but like. They know each other. The twitch chat’s aware of their brand of humor. But some stranger showing up with straight up nsfw jokes/content unprompted? That’s not okay, even if outwardly they seemed fine with it.

It’s pretty much unwanted harassment- like if you were joking around with your close circle of friends at a bar and a total fucking stranger shows up and tells you nsfw jokes. Jokes that they made porn of your oc, unprompted. What the fuck.

3. Don’t fucking harass nsfw artists either, holy fucking shit. If you’re not familiar with nsfw spaces, it is not your place to tell what artists can or cant draw. Any nsfw artist with basic common sense fucking knows to:

- NOT put it in the main tags of a media

- tag warnings when needed

- mark their own account as nsfw

- block and avoid problematic shit

If you think every single nsfw artist is into gross illegal shit you are out of your mind and extremely wrong. Regardless, if you’re not into nsfw content, then it’s not for you. Simple as that- you block/avoid as needed and they will do the same- both sides win!

I’ve witnessed nsfw artists getting death threats- the characters in their art being unrelated adults and consensual. Holy fuck just leave them the goddamn fuck alone. You’d think ‘oh but they’re adults, they can handle it’ hello these guys are real people. Their feelings are more important than dumb internet discourse. If you’re concerned for your safety, the block button is free of charge. Use it.

The real, actual, mutual enemy is the people who make extremely vile abuse fetishization shit- even then, just block and don’t engage AT ALL for your own safety. It’s that easy.

Literally every Half-Life character is an adult and not related to each other (aside from the obvious).

I hate to break it to you, but HLVR:AI has a good chunk of nsfw dialogue and is taking place in an M-rated game. 

It’s legitimately concerning sometimes that there are a lot of minors who like HLVR:AI. All the characters are ADULTS and they say dumb adult shit sometimes.

It’s okay to enjoy it, I’m not saying ‘minors shouldn’t be watching this’. It’s very important to set boundaries. And it’s equally important not to go looking for content you don’t want to see. 

It is your own responsibility to curate and filter your own feed. Ao3, Twitter and Tumblr have their own filtering system: actually use it to your advantage. 

Also a note: people tend to miss dni lists and carrds, so using filters are much more helpful for you and others.

Don’t go crying into anyone’s inboxes and make them do the work for you- unless there’s, for some goddamn reason, explicit nsfw in the main tags. Even then, those are like a small number of people who are easy to block and ignore. Simple as that. Use your brain.

You can reblog this. Except for p*do/inc*st/n*ncon creators, I’d rather you don’t interact.

If you’re going to send anon asks about this, be fucking respectful and mature about it. Anon hate and harassment goes directly into the garbage and permanently blocks ip.

[krysmcscience]

I found my username in the 10,000 person blocklist for all the sad uwu babby SessRin fans to use so they can avoid any legitimate criticisms of their gross creepy pedoship!  I am so very pleased!  :D  Except-

EXCEPT!

My username apparently does not warrant a side note, as if I didn’t spend HOURS OF MY LIFE researching and compiling this list of companies, along with a plethora of their phone numbers and social media handles, to contact about their unwitting (or perhaps not!) support of child grooming and wife husbandry being romanticized in a show aimed at young teenage girls!  A list which, um. kind of blew up shortly after I first posted it???  It could use revamping, and for a few more companies to be added, I’m sure, but I’m linking back to it again anyway, because Why Not!  The raisins were furious about it the first time around, and they made SURE to let me know how mad they were, and how “stupid” they thought I was for being against Sunrise’s romanticizing of the thing I Literally Experienced throughout my youth, until I shut them all up with tumblr settings because they don’t deserve my attention.  :]

So, SessRins, since I know you’re crawling the anti tag like you always do for whatever dumb reason, kindly rectify this matter for me, will you?  I’ll even help you by coming up with a fun new side note for my username: ‘super anti who was big mean at us sweet innocent shippers whenever we ignored their DNI and who TOTALLY has no idea what grooming or basic math or the entire canon inuyasha timeline is, basically The Worst, made a big ol stupid list of phone numbers for a grassroots campaign right after ep 15 that a bunch of us reblogged to make fun of because how even does a grassroots campaign work anyway, lol, no one who looks at our blogs would see the list and call any of those numbers to complain about the Definitely Not Pedophilia ship we support, right???’

There ya go.  You’re welcome!  ^-^

Also, SUPER OFFENDED that I’m not on either of the two earlier blocklists.  How fukken shaky are shipper memories in this fandom?  Gotta be pretty shit, since y’all sinners can’t seem to remember that Sesshoumaru is actually Way Older than 19, given that 15-year-old Inuyasha was sealed in stasis for FIFTY YEARS and is, oh, ya know. the YOUNGER brother.  So at the very least, Sesshoumaru is 69!  ...Nice. 

And now, off I go, back into the ether of not giving a shit about this stupid garbage show aside from brief moments of idle and VERY MORBID curiosity!

Have fun and stay safe!  Because apparently shippers are doxxing people now.   ಠ_ಠ

[bitttenlips]

Oh dude trust me I was so fucking scared when we met the first time hahaha, it was in an airport (I'm dating myself there aren't I... thanks pandemic), and literally every middle aged man that walked by I got more nervous, like, fuck, we did due diligence re:catfishing/no criminal history but like. still a huge fear. Luckily it worked out, he's lovely person (and very hot). Basically just a big teddy bear. But also oh man. That's by far the stupidest thing I've ever done (and I am food delivery driver, so I do a lotta dumb shit on the reg).

Also hey I just realized you're like. Two inches taller than me lmao. I'm short. And that you do weaving!! That's super cool. My dream is to learn to spin yarn/knit and maybe weave someday but for now my chosen fiber crafts are cross stitch + sewing/quilting (in my nonexistent free time). Sorry for stalking haha, was just looking through your tag.

Also just to check because I know nsft blogs tend to have their own rules and stuff. Is reblogging your selfies/pics (obvs nothing tagged not to reblog) okay? I'm bi so my blog has a little bit of all content (i.e. not exclusively or even mainly wlw) but I 100% understand if I misunderstood the dni list.

🦐 (I 100% agree the Facebook shrimp emoji is fantastic, I have soft spot for Android/google tho bc I keep red cherry shrimp so.... tiny red dude.... just like my babies...)

I would say I would never have the bravery to do that but I’m not one to throw stones at glass houses... I met my ex (and so far first and only) boyfriend on a sfw tumblr account and somehow thought it was a great idea to met him at arcade bar at night without telling anyone that I was and then walked around downtown with him alone for a good two hours. That relationship sadly didn’t work out, but I can only dream I someday have a relationship that is like yours. (And I’ve been a food delivery driver on and off as well, so I know what kind of dumb shit you and I have likely both done) Wow, I’m somehow taller than another human being? Amazing, cause I thought I was short, lmao. But yes! I do weaving! I learned it second hand from my older brother, along with a little bit about spinning. I don’t do my fiber craft as nearly as much as I wish I could, due to work kicking my ass all the time and limited space. But cross stitch is so cool! And I’ve always admired quilters for their ability to make objects that are useable, and useable for a long time, that only improve with each use. And np with the stalking! If I knew who you were, I would be doing the same lmao. And yes, reblogging my selfies/pics is A okay! The only dni i have really is if you are exclusively attracted to women.... seeing as I’m not a woman. But if you have mixed content then that’s fine! YOU KEEP SHIRMP?????? I didn’t even know those could be kept as pets jakshfgajshfg that’s so cool?????

[glitch200279]

[Before you come at me, I am a bi trans guy]

Idk what exclus needs to hear this but:

-Being a dick to people you don't think belong in the community don't make them suddenly go "omg, you're right!" [This DOES include the "pannie flops" accounts where you basically post pancringe]

-Pan, omni, & poly actually AREN'T biphobic or transphobic & they can coexist with bisexuality! Yes yes, I DID read the bisexual manifesto AND I know how important bi people are to all LGBTQ history! But I still have this opinion so sit down.

-To me, they go like this [and someone can correct me, especially with poly & omni]: Bi is more than one->All genders, pan is inherently all, poly is more than one but never all, omni is inherently all but gender still may be a bigger factor [may have messed up on omnis definition & maybe polys too, but you get the point]

A lot of people [idk if you would consider them inclus or exclus] consider pan, omni, & poly, to be real valid & important, but on a Bi+ spectrum AKA, they're under the bi-umbrella [the umbrella being liking more than one gender]. Like the Nonbinary umbrella for example. The nonbinary umbrella holds all genders that aren't binary, for example agender, demi-boy, demi-girl, ect. But nonbinary is ALSO a label in itself.

So, why don't these people who are "closer" to identifying as binary just identify as a binary gender? Like demi-boys just identify as... Boys. And agender people just say they're nonbinary?

Because that small distinction in definition to THEM is important to explain THEIR relationship with their gender identity, same with pan, omni, & poly. Maybe you're just like "But it's literally just bi with extra steps..." But to them, that smallest definition in meaning is important to them in explaining how they feel & their relationship with their sexuality, and that's honestly none of your business.

-The whole "Pannies DNI" or making fun of micro labels/filling their positivity tags with hate honestly makes the bi community feel unsafe & the whole "exploring your sexuality" not safe either. Before I realized I was bi, I tried to find a Tumblr account where I could ask questions [because I was honestly highkey in denial][I thought I was gay btw this isn't a "former pan here"] and while it wasn't the whole account, there was still so much pan hate on one of the first accounts I found. It didn't feel like a good idea to follow, because what kinda disgusting person just fills positivity tags with negativity & hate? Plus I knew if I said I was questioning I would probably get the whole "You like boys? Like girls? Bi." And it just gave me a horrible IMPRESSION of the bi community [I found lots of cool people & accounts after that thankfully] & that's not what you should want when you're telling people that micro labels hurt you & How important you are to the community...

-You aren't fucking entitled to know why someone identifies the way they do sit down. "Uh if I feel like they're hurting my community-" no, sit down. You can say "Hey, I'm curious as to why" but if you go in with an entitled attitude like "I deserve to know this info" AND "I deserve to know it because you're hurting MY community imo so... Info now :)" like fuck right off.

-Allies deadass don't care that much. "Oh people who don't feel sexual attraction are in that community? Fire. People who don't feel romantic attraction too? Lit! Oh there's Mutiple things for liking more than one gender identity? I'm confused but sounds cool!" Like real allies don't fucking care as much as you're acting, and when "inclus" say you care more about cishets liking you rather than protecting those in your community, we [at least when I say it] mean you care more about the approval of people that won't like you even if Jesus came back and said "I LOVE ALL THE QUEERS!" The people who would spit in his face & call him a false idol for saying that. Of course cishet supporters are important, but it should be all or nothing, not "LG/B/T[maybe nonbinary, but not those weird xenogenders & neopronouns, or those weird ones like "demi boy"]" and you're going with the second one when you choose to fight with your own community over who belongs, what doesn't, what is basically what, etc. Etc. You can have those opinions yes! But you aren't "protecting" the community at all.

-Aces & Aros are inherently in the community, just because you or your ace friend don't think they are, doesn't make it fact. And including them doesn't mean straight people will try & pretend to be in the community? Like they could just say they're bi, pan, poly, omni, or even just say they're trans but very post op. Like first of all there are easier ways to pretend to be in the community, so idk why you're going after aces & aros like they're the cause. Plus how many cishets do you know that know about Asexuality & Aromanticism, but aren't either themselves? Also including them doesn't make less room for everyone else.

-Some of y'all are really quick to be alloallo [not ace & I think that's not aro either] & say something aphobic/arophobic but say you aren't/weren't. Like so you, someone who is neither, knows more than someone who is? Also not some of y'all getting offended at being called allo & mocking it😷

This was really messy & confusing probably, sorry for any grammar & spelling mistakes [and if I got any definitions wrong], but yeah I hope you still got the point.

Basically if you're exclus, have your opinions, I can't change them. But when you're to the point to running accounts mocking those identities [and using real examples], filling their tags with hate & gross shit, and/or you're constantly making fun of them, you are no longer in the right morally, even if you're factually right. Like no one wants to side with an asshole [but I have looked at all your points & I think they're still dumb without you being a dick, but you won't convince anyone who might be a little open like that]

[where-is-francis]

Headcanons For Texting Peter Parker

Rules of My Blog

Pronouns: Not Specified (Female Aligned Readers DNI)

Prompt: Just some headcanons for texting the dork

Request: Nobody asked for this but ehhhh.

A/N: I’m really weird and I’m always interested in how people text, cause everybody has a different style. And also I’m Big Trash for Peter Parker so why not.

You guys love to annoy each other throughout the day

He likes to send actual snaps more than regular texts

Most of his snaps are him making stupid faces, occasionally with text on them to carry the conversation

It goes back and forth for a couple of hours

He holds the #1 best friend spot in your friends list

The boy is also surprisingly good at keeping up streaks, considering he’s always busy???

Most of the streaks he sends are of the view while he’s out patrolling

Such beautiful sunsets

Damn, the boy’s a good photographer

Not to mention like the biggest dork ever

“When they laugh at your science puns:” *cue a snap of him with a bunch of heart emojis around, like the wholesome memey boye he is*

You never use bitmojis unless they’re the really weird ones [EX: the one of you laying in bed with the dancing hot dog looming over you, the “believe in yourself” Bigfoot one, etc.]

But he uses emojis a lot. A lot.

Which prompts you to tease him

The group chat

Dear lord

The group’s name is constantly changing

Like a really bad game of telephone, the name gets more and more obscure each time

Some of the famous names:

“All of my favorite drug dealers in one group chat” (courtesy of you)

(Of course Peter flipped his shit and changed it in case May saw)

“Church Friends™️” (courtesy of Ned)

Weird contact names as well

Ned is The Holy One

MJ is Dr. Despacito

Pete’s changes the most often but it’s usually vine related (except for when he was Dorito King for a solid 3 months)

Ned’s favorite memes: the deep fried ones

MJ hoards reaction images

Peter is a Wholesome Boye™️

You specialize in cursed images

At one point Betty got added to the chat (? Still no idea how that happened) but she left after the spam of “Isaac Newton invented gravity”

That’s a whole other story

Peter left but got added back in

Multiple times

MJ is usually the one tagging the group in memes from meme pages

THE STUPID VIDEOS YOU SEND ON THE CHAT

“So, guess who was trying to make macaroni and dissociated for half a second and poured a bunch of water on the floor.” - you

“Have you guys seen that vine where—”

You and Peter screenshot/record basically everything

He sends you something (with him making a dumb face) and it immediately goes into your camera roll

Or the “blackmail folder”, as he calls it

He either replies in .3 seconds or 3 hours, and there’s no in between although it’s typically the first

When he’s been busy, his favorite thing to do is check what you sent him when he’s about ready to crash for the night

Your name in his contacts is something stupid that has to do with an inside joke

Not to mention the smile that instantly crosses his face whenever a banner with “[nickname] is typing...” pops up

Doesn’t matter how preoccupied he is, he always sends a quick “goodnight” before going to bed

And, of course, you feel like that’s the best way to end any night

(Ok I actually really like how this turned out. Feel free to send in requests if you want!!)