#pushers

[notwiselybuttoowell]

Jones wrote the script and stars as the main character, Emily. How much of it is influenced by her own life? There are, undoubtedly, similarities. “From the very beginning,” Jones says, referring to when she originally came up with the idea, back in 2018, “we knew my character would be northern, working class and disabled.” That was important for two reasons: firstly, Jones’s favourite sitcoms growing up all featured “gritty” northern characters; and secondly, those sitcoms lacked any representation of disability.

That’s where the similarities end, though. “Not to get too political too quickly,” she says with a grin, “but we wanted to show what it’s like to be working class and disabled right now – because, well, basically it’s shit for a lot of people. I think Emily is very different from me because, unlike me, she’s not had opportunities. She’s not really had supportive family. She’s gone under the radar. When we meet her, she’s almost invisible.” Invisible is definitely not a word you would use to describe Jones, but that’s the point: she wants to highlight the reality of life for the disabled people who aren’t on national TV.

“Obviously I want the sitcom to be entertaining,” says the 34-year-old as we chat over Zoom. “But in my opinion, the best comedy engages with reality and says something about the state of affairs in the country. When we came up with the concept, there was a Conservative government and I had just had my benefits cut, so it’s rooted in that reality. We wanted to say something about how the Tories were treating disabled people.” She pauses. “It won’t surprise any reader that I am on the left. I am liberal. I’m a Labour-voter, so when Labour came in last year, personally I was like, ‘Yes! Come on!’ But in terms of the sitcom, I knew it wouldn’t be out until nearly a year into a Labour government. I thought we would be living in a utopia where every disabled person gets the funding and services they need, and there wouldn’t be a need for a sitcom about benefits.”

She’s joking, but her disappointment with the direction the government has taken is evident. “Sadly,” she says, “now I think we need it more than ever. I’m incredibly angry.” Consequently, she is quite happy for Pushers to be seen as a commentary on what’s happening politically.

Since March, when Labour announced sweeping cuts to Pip, the main disability payment, as well as the health-related top-up for people on universal credit, Jones has been at the forefront of opposition. Last month, she was one of more than 100 celebrities and prominent disabled people who signed an open letter to the prime minister, calling the cuts “inhumane”. She doesn’t see any tension between being famous for comedy and taking a political stand. In fact, she thinks they go hand in hand.

“My hero is Billy Connolly. And I think the most intelligent people in the world aren’t politicians – they’re comedians, because we have the power to say something true and real and political and topical, but still make people laugh. It’s disarming. It gets people’s guard down. A lot of people say to me, ‘You should be a politician.’ And I say no, because I have too much fun making people laugh, but also because I fundamentally believe I can make more change and have more influence being a comedian – because people listen to me. And when they watch the sitcom or come to one of my gigs, they can say they had a great night but also, ‘I’ve never thought before about what it’s like to be a disabled person, or what it’s like to be disabled under this government.’ So I’m slowly chipping away. It’s not hard to have politics in comedy. It’s actually a no-brainer.”

That’s certainly true of her forthcoming standup tour, called I Can’t Tell What She’s Saying – a refrain Jones, who has a speech impediment, hears all the time. “It’s a reference to a lot of the haters I get online, who say they can’t tell what I’m saying, quickly followed by, ‘She’s not funny.’ I’m like, ‘How do you know I’m not funny if you can’t bloody tell what I’m saying?’ So, like everything I do in life, it’s me facing the haters full-on and saying, ‘This is me. You can’t hurt me. Stop your silly comments because I’m just going to keep doing a job that I adore.’”

Politics also features in the show’s content, which marries jokes about being single with jokes about being treated as a spokesperson for vast swathes of the population. (“Oh,” the press release cheerfully adds, “and boobs.”)

“It’s about the struggles of trying to find love while navigating the weird world of TV and fame and success and power. It’s also about the pressure of feeling the need to represent disabled people, even though I am a bit of an idiot. First and foremost, I want to make people laugh. There’s so much bad stuff happening, if people give me their evening, I want to give them a giggle. But I do touch on politics and how disabled people are being affected right now. Being a disabled person with a platform means I have to talk about the bloody government. Of course I do.”

It’s not all politics though. “As a good Yorkshire lady, my new show is about gravy!” she adds, speaking more seriously than at any other point in our interview. “Because I love gravy. Cut me open and I’d bleed gravy.”

These days, it’s not only comedy keeping Jones busy. “Sometimes,” she says, “I feel a little bit overwhelmed by the fact that I’m a writer who writes books but who also writes sitcoms. I’m also a standup comedian, and an actor, and also a presenter. I’m also a founder and trustee of my own foundation.”

The Rosie Jones Foundation was launched in April to “empower lives and change minds so that no person living with cerebral palsy (CP) ever feels alone or unheard”. It aims to tackle the high prevalence of mental health issues among teenagers and adults with CP. A 2019 study found that “the risk of depression was 44% higher and the risk of anxiety 55% higher” in adults with the condition than among their non-disabled peers.

Jones emanates a sense of drive. It shines from her. Just before we say goodbye, she tells me something that seems to characterise everything she does. “I’m a proud, passionate disabled woman,” she says. Her work makes sure we know it.

[seahorsepencils]

looking forward to rosie jones' new show but my god looking for geniunely good audience reactions for her new show is sad bcuz when u look up rosie jones in twt, reddit, etc its always about how ppl are bullying her for her disability. i get the criticisms for her sense of humor bcuz not everybody gets her jokes and ppl have diff tastes in comedy but... the criticisms ive seen ppl put out on her being "disabled = bad comedian" pisses me off. like, move on if you find rosie annoying or overrated, just like how y'all feel about most comedians in the telly, esp romesh ranganathan who is also the subject of miserable trolls online (although i think popular comedians like walliams and lucas deserve much harsher criticism 🤢). the trolls including glinner all need to die a very painful death 😤

😡 Ugh, people are so gross. You're totally right - it's the fact that they feel the need to post about it instead of just moving on and watching another comedian; that's such a red flag.

Even threads on Reddit that are like "she's a bad comedian because she talks too slowly and ruins the pacing" - what's the goal in posting that??? It's so frustrating that people feel like that's the way to react to that situation - like it makes them feel better to say "this is bad for comedy" instead of being like "hey I've noticed I get uncomfortable when someone with a disability speaks differently; let me see if I can work on that."

I really hope more people on Tumblr at least (and maybe a positive corner of Reddit or Bluesky or something? idk) can get hyped about the show and put some good vibes out there. Even though it won't be half of what the show deserves.

[i-cant-swim-actually]

clean version bc the paper warping in the previous post bothers me

[zhukzucraft]

did you think it was a JOKE

[yungistiny]

spoiled rotten

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend has become spoiled rotten and it’s all your fault

warnings: soft dom yunho, established relationship, oral fixation, praise kink, head pushing, possessive softness, semi public sex, shower sex

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader

word count: 1.1k

note: this was an anonymous request and i enjoyed writing it a little too much🤭

masterlist

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Yunho was starting to realize he had a problem.

A very, very specific problem.

And it started the first time you got on your knees for him without being asked.

It had been a surprise, something spontaneous, playful, but he never quite recovered. After that, he needed it. Craved it. Like some part of him had unlocked and now he couldn’t close the door.

He was never mean about it. He wasn’t rough. If anything, it was worse, he was sweet, doting, grateful in a way that made your stomach twist. And every time your lips touched him, he whispered your name like a secret and held your head like he was praying.

It wasn’t just sex for him. It was worship.

And he wanted it everywhere.

It started that night in the studio. Just the two of you, past midnight, a track looping through the monitors while Yunho adjusted the mic. He had told Hongjoong he had a song he wanted to do himself for the next comeback. His hoodie sleeves were shoved to his elbows, neck flushed from hours of singing. You slipped in quietly, leaned on the wall, and watched him.

“Five minutes,” he muttered. “I just need one more take.” He was easily starting to see why Hongjoong and Mingi got so frustrated in the studio.

You crossed the room and dropped to your knees between his long legs without a word.

He blinked. “Baby…”

You looked up at him, innocent. “Don’t stop. I’ll be quiet.”

“Shit,” he whispered, eyeing the door to the studio. It was late, most were already home.

His hips lifted automatically, letting you pull his sweats down, his dick already half hard from the sight of you kneeling there like you belonged.

You licked slow, tracing the underside of his length and he had to hit pause on the recording mid breath.

“I’m never gonna finish this track,” he groaned, hand sliding into your hair. “Go on, baby. Take me.”

You did, slow, deep, tongue teasing, lips soft. He gripped the armrest with one hand and you with the other, guiding your rhythm like it hurt him not to thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he whispered. “No one…. no one can take me like you do.”

You moaned around him and his hips jerked, thighs tightening under your palms. His breath hitched, ragged, and then he came with a deep, needy groan, fingers fisted in your hair as he pulsed hot down your throat.

You swallowed everything.

He stared at you, chest heaving. “I’m never finishing that song.”

You just smiled.

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Then it was the dance practice room.

You knew the rest of the guys had already called it a night when Yeosang dragged into the apartment.

“Where’s Yunho?” You furrowed your brows not seeing your boyfriend.

Yeosang tossed his hoodie onto the couch and started walking to the bathroom for a hot shower to soothe his aching muscles. “You know him. If he doesn’t perfect the choreography, he won’t stop until he does.”

So you went to the studio, the KQ building empty other than a few staff and security. You found him, shirtless, sweaty, sweatpants hanging low on his waist. He gripped a wet towel, wiping at his flushed face.

He noticed you in the mirrors, walking up behind him. And there was something about those mirrors….

“Fuck…” you had ended up on your knees of course, this time moaning and gagging as you let him just fuck out his frustrations with your mouth. He watched the reflection of you taking him through the mirrors and he swore it was the best thing he ever saw.

“So good to me…” his voice was breathless, deep, almost growling at the sight. “You should see how good you look….. mouth so fucking perfect…”

He came with a whimpering growl of your name and you swallowed every drop.

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Next came the gaming chair.

He was in the middle of a co op game, headset on, talking shit with San when you slid under the desk and tugged his shorts down. His dick was already hard, half from the adrenaline, half from how well he knew you.

“What the fuck…. hold on,” he choked. “I gotta mute….”

San was still talking, but Yunho’s hand was already in your hair, grip tightening, holding your head in place.

“You love doing this to me,” he said, voice low as you licked along the tip. “You wait until I can’t say no.”

You didn’t stop. You couldn’t. He tasted too good, and he looked even better, one hand white knuckled on the keyboard, the other flexing in your hair as he tried to pretend he wasn’t getting the best head of his life mid match.

“You’re insane,” he groaned. He took slight control, his hand that was free, still holding your head, making you gag on him just a little bit, you gasping for breath when he let you go.

He bit his lip, trying not to moan, and failed. You heard the headset disconnect with a frustrated noise before Yunho said, “Fuck it. They can lose without me.”

His hips bucked, and then he was pushing deeper, both hands now holding your head, gentle but insistent, a head pusher in the softest sense. “God….. yes, just like that…”

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The next morning, he returned the favor.

You were already in the shower, eyes closed under the spray, when he stepped in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You spoil me,” he whispered into your neck. “Let me spoil you.”

You barely got the words out before you were pushed gently against the tile, and Yunho was on his knees for you. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading you open, and then he was licking into you like it was his last meal.

“Fucking heaven,” he moaned, voice vibrating against you. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair as he sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning when you gasped his name.

“Stay still,” he murmured, locking his arms around your thighs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

His tongue was merciless. Slow. Deep. He pushed two fingers inside and curled them just right, and when you started to tremble, he grinned.

“Give it to me, baby. Let me taste how good you feel…” his fingers were thrusting fast, curving, hitting that spot that if it weren’t for the shower mixing, the clear arousal squelching and sloshing with every thrust of his fingers would of been very noticeable.

You came against his mouth, loud and aching, and he kept going until you were a shivering mess under the shower, holding his head like he was the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

He made sure to kiss his way all the way up your body, the shower still spraying above you, and then his mouth crashed against your own, messy, wet, tasting you on his tongue.

You moaned into it.

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Later that day, he was on the couch, man spreading like a damn throne belonged to him, head tilted, hand down his shorts, lazily teasing himself. You had gone out with some friends and he was starting to get needy.

As soon as you made it back, stepping through the front door of the apartment, you didn’t even get a chance to say anything. He just looked at you with that damn puppy look and boba eyes, pleading.

You walked to him, dropping to your knees, pressing kisses to the insides of his thighs exposed from the basketball shorts he had on, before pulling him out. He was already leaking, twitching against your lips.

“Missed this mouth,” he said, eyes fluttering shut as you started to suck. “I live for this mouth…”

His fingers threaded into your hair again, soft but firm, guiding you as your lips stretched around him, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered. “Take it…. just like that, baby, you’re so good to me…” He groaned, loud and open mouthed, and then the front door once again opened.

Yeosang’s voice froze everything. “I got some kimchi from my…. OH MY GOD!”

You both looked up. Yunho didn’t flinch. You, mortified, froze mid motion over getting caught.

Yeosang was already halfway down the hall, one hand over his eyes. “THIS IS OUR LIVING ROOM…”

“Knock next time,” Yunho called casually, still stroking your jaw. “We’re busy.”

You heard Yeosang swear all the way to his bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him and a few minutes later loud muffled music could be heard.

Yunho just looked down at you, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “You didn’t stop.”

You blinked up at him, dazed.

He smiled, soft and warm and utterly in love.

“That’s my girl.”

Maybe you had been spoiling him a little too much….

Completely spoiled rotten.

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[dr-wormman]

Anatomy/line art practice/whatever ft. Outlast Trials characters cause apparently that's what I'm doing now

[freakyjohnnysawyer]

Small post, sorry! I’ve been busy with a production I’m in. Ask is open if anyone has requests for silly outlast Twitter interactions btw. Mwah 🫂

[paninityl]

i like these freaks

[dumpstergxrl]

The pusherrrrrrrrr

[z0mbietapeworm]

dream blunt rotation tbh

[gh0stt3arss]

Hi

[seahorsepencils]

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I'm so excited for this show.

[wwrgegrhrhrg]

this might be too violent and graphic for most so viewers discretion is advised

[chimeraartist]

ive developed a primal aversion to pushers by now

[yaegeram]

The poopshart

[motorbutcher]

Hi giuse,,, do y'all fw pusher too?

Because i fw him

And i think he fw tool (because that's my fav band)