#sex positivity is also respecting sex lives that dont look like yours

[pickled-flowers]

Sex positivity is also about not calling Ace people prude and using virgin as an insult 👍 hope that helps

[honeylikesyanderes]

yandere oc (yan corp!) - angel nsfw alphabet

my gay is showing with this one icl

y'all know the drill

18+ mdni!!

check out the masterlist for more yandere oc content!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

very thoughtful and observant. she's asking how you are and how you're feeling, if you enjoyed it or not, and if you didn't, what exactly you didn't enjoy. she will also tend to your bruised and achey spots.

angel doesn't usually require aftercare, but if it's a situation where you both tried something new, she may get in her head and be overly critical ab herself in that moment, and she will require some comforting from darling to overcome it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

angel really likes her legs, mostly because she's a small person, but her legs are very strong.

on darling, angel really likes their nose. she thinks it suits their face well, and she has a thing for noses in general tbh.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

cum in her mouth. she'll look you in the eye as she swallows.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

she used to be a professional dominatrix and was very active in the local kink/bdsm spaces. she's still respected there till this day.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

angel is very innocent-looking, and she behaves the same way too in her day to day life, but she's very experienced and most definitely knows what she's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

most def the scissoring position (irregardless of gender). she likes the least amount of space between genitals. face sitting/riding is a close second.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

she's typically very serious, but if you bring up the fact that you'd prefer less tension by her being a bit silly, then she'd adjust as per your request.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

she's waxed and she keeps it that way. but if she grows out her pubes then you'll see that the carpets do, in fact, match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

if its a kinky scene, then she isnt superrr romantic, but she's very attentive to make sure that everything is going as it should be, and in case you need anything.

but if you guys are making love them she's extremely romantic and loving.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

i have this headcanon where i imagine that you start working for yan corp! and angel gets assigned as your roommate in the staff quarters (maybe you dont have a place to stay or where you live is far away), and on her off days, she stays at home and steals your dirty underwear from your hamper and uses it as jerking off material. like she's rubbing it against her clit, her nipples, everywhere! and by the time you get home, you have no idea what just happened. (bonus points if you notice that there are unusual stains on your underwear when you're doing laundry.)

another headcanon i have is yan corp! taking the staff on a getaway trip for a weekend, and angel is your roommate/friend, so she's watching you get dressed in your swimsuit and telling you how good you look. while you've gone to the pool or beach, she's setting up hidden cameras in your room/ bathroom so she can watch you undress and then have exclusive jerking off material.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

as implied above, she has a slight cnc kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

anywhere comfortable cause she likes to take her time.

however, when it comes to oral, she's down to do that anywhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

your body and when you say something very smart or very funny.

she's pretty partial to smart sexual innuendos and funny sexual jokes tho.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

making you bleed or scarring you, also vomit, scat, and piss.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

extremely talented in giving head. cant decide if she loves giving or receiving more. she's most def the type to make you cum at least twice via oral as foreplay before 'proper proper' sex occurs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the day and what gets you off. when it comes to pace, she's not very picky. as long as you both feel good and enjoy it, she's down to rock the boat the way you both agree on.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

angel isn't a fan of quickies because she likes to take her time and doesn't like to rush when being intimate with you. however, she doesn't mind playing with you with her hands in public or giving oral in a semi-public area.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

angel likes to experiment, but she's very cautious about her limits as well as yours. she always pays attention to safe words and is observant of signs of distress. i think angel would appreciate a darling that was just as open-minded as her in the bedroom.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

she doesn't last superrr long, but she lasts for a decent amount of time (20-25 minutes per round); however, she recovers very fast so she can dish out about 4-5 rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

angel owns a lot of toys ranging from vibes, to dildos and even rather kinky stuff. dhe prefers to use them on her darling but doesn't mind if darling wants to use them on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i'd say angel teases a normal amount during sex, but she's a fan of tension, so she prefers to tease before sex, as it helps prolong foreplay.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

she's a bit quiet, which is different from her usually talkative nature. this is mostly because she wants to listen to your sounds and hear your noises.

on days when she is talkative, she prefers dirty talk and teasing comments.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

angel can cum from nipple stimulation alone. you dont even have to use your mouth, just your fingers or let her rub them against the palm of your hands or wherever. she'll be putty in your hands.

this especially comes in handy when she's (rarely) submissive.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures, or words)

waxed, thick outer lips that are just as pale as her regular skin tone, but turn pink from friction during sex. small cute clit that increases in size depending on how turned on she is. (basically she has the type of pussy that pornstars pay for)

for her chest, she has a small frame but slightly above average boobs. her tits are full but also have a natural droop (like a teardrop), and her nipples are a pale shade of pink. she has a couple of freckles on them as well as stretch marks. :)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i'd rate it a 7/10. she isnt always horny but she's always willing to please you. she's the type that if you were horny and she wasnt in the mood for sex, she'd probably offer to give you oral and call it a day afterwards.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

falls asleep fairly quickly, but only after you have. she prefers falling asleep while you both cuddle.

[sweetescapeartist]

I had watched Velma (for free cause I aint helping them get views) and theres this trend I hate. That's when they make the white people idiots & always insult them. I'm black and I find that offensive. There's a way to make fun of everybody in a smart way (In Living Color is a great example) but these modern shows are just hateful or not funny or both. They just want to trigger ppl without any kind of positive message.

And I can't be mad at only the ppl who write the shows. The companies who allow it and advertisement and ones who distribute it are at fault too. And when you look at the history of propaganda, I'm pretty sure this is intentional. The United States makes money off of ravial division. This is why we dont have shows like Weekenders, Statick Shock, Doug, Hey Arnold, Xaolin Showdown, Totally Spies, Darkwing Duck, Recess, El Tigre, 6teen, original Teen Titans, Justice League, Kim Possible, The Proud Family (original not the new one), Jackie Chan Adventures, or other shows like that anymore. Those shows brought too many different ppl together. Racial division is profitable but also useful in controlling the minds of the ignorant. And behind it all is politics. One side complains about this while the other complains about that. Then both sides make a profit while controlling the masses through artificial hate.

I wish we could go back to shows that had positive portrayals of all races & both sexes. A group of friends of different races with both guys and girls just happily hanging out and dealing with everyday struggles and how to overcome them with help from your friends. Cause this modern stuff just makes everyone hate each other.

I want shows like Statick Shock where Virgil finds out that his best friend Richie has a racist dad & it upsets Richie so much that he runs away from home. And the dads of both have to work together to find Richie as Richie's dad learns he is misjudging others. And episodes later, Richie's dad is friendly with Virgil and his dad.

Or how in Teen Titans, Starfire was being called a troq by a "heroic" racist. Then Cyborg thinks its just a nickname and calls Starfire that and she gets upset. Then after Cyborg finds out, he says he can relate because he's half cyborg (subtext is that he can relate because he's black). Then all of her friends stand by her and give the cold shoulder to that guy who called her that slur. They weren't gonna put up with that.

Or even in oG SpongeBob when they say Sandy can't do stuff they can because she's a squirrel while they say "sea creatures rule!" That episodes teaches a lesson about both racism and sexism. Sandy is the only girl against a group of guys who thing they are better. Sandy is from a different group of people against a group of water people who thing they are better. Sandy thinks she's better too. Then in the end, they give the lesson that nobody is good at everything and they should value the differneces and what the other person is good at as they apologize to each other.

We peaked in the 90's and 2000's. Sadly, I think its all downhill from there now. Not just with TV shows, but with music and everything else. The good things we get nowadays are just leftovers from a better time that didn't over politicize race, sex, gender, religion, and policital leaning as they do now. Respect is lacking. All ppl want to do is trigger someone. What kind of society is that?

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry CK X Reader

Context: You and Terry are invited to a garden party by a friend, and your ex is there. He tries to talk bad about you to Terry, but puts him in his place 💚

You and Terry had been invited to a garden party on a beautiful summers day. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, and you were wearing a beautiful, flowy white and blue flowered summer dress. When you arrived, the garden was huge, with lots of tables, adorned with many different types of drinks and snacks. Their lawn was a bright green colour and the whole garden was adorned with beautiful, multicolored flowers and fruit trees. A waiter came up to you both as you entered the garden and offered you both a glass of champagne. You take a sip of your drink, when out of the corner of your eye, you see someone you recognise.

"Oh no" "What's wrong sweetheart?" You point over to the fruit table, where your ex boyfriend is standing. "My ex Mitchell is hear, just the sight of him makes me feel uncomfortable" Terry reaches for your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "Dont worry sweetheart, he isnt worth your attention" "Thank you Terry". Then your friend who invited you to the party waves you over to where she is, over the other side of the garden. "Oh, Sylvie is calling me, I'll be back in a moment babe" Terry kisses your cheek. "Take your time sweetheart. I'll be right hear" You give him a sweet smile, before heading over to your friend.

However...as soon as you leave, Mitchell walks right up to Terry. "Hey man, you must be the new boyfriend?" Terry just looks down at him, giving him a bored look. "I'll have you know that we are engaged. Not that it should be any concern of yours" Mitchell tries to make himself look bigger compared to Terry, as he is much shorter, not a match for him. "You know? I'm surprised that you settled for her? My relationship with her was a complete waist of time" "You say that, yet your spending your own time now, maintaining your focus on talking about her. It's just interesting to see you doing that when you said she was a complete waist of time"

Terry is far too clever for Mitchell, no matter what he tries to say about you, Terry doesn't belive any of it. He knew what Mitchell was like. "Well good luck with her dude, she could never satisfy my needs when we were together. Shes a complete bore. I feel sorry for you" Terry can feel himself starting to get angry, but one look over at you, smiling happily with your friend, helps him maintain his composure. So he turns to face Mitchell.

"In a relationship it's all about satisfying eachother, not just focusing on the man. Of course, considering what she told me about you, and the way your behaving, it just shows that your arent a real man" Mitchell now starts to get frustrated. "Excuse me?" Terry chuckles at him, clearly loving that he can annoy him. Y/N told me that you only liked having sex in one position, is that true?" "Well yeh" Terry laughs right at him. "What's so funny?" "Its just a shame you dont know how to really appreciate or please a real woman" "Bullshit!"

Terry turns his head in your direction, making Mitchell look at you too. "You see that beautiful woman over there? You had her for a time, but you didnt understand how lucky you were. She is the most beautiful, kind hearted and unique woman i have ever known, and any man would beg to have in their lives. You didnt love her, care for her, show her how she deserves to be treated. And now shes with a real man who knows how to adore her the way she deserves" Mitchell starts to get flustered. "Yeh-yeh well, she could never satisfy me in bed!" "You never satisfied her. Not just in the bedroom but with everything. A real man understands that sex isnt everything when it comes to satisfying a lady...comforting her, appreciating her, respecting her and taking care of her. And caring for her emotionally is also part of pleasing that amazing woman"

"Yeh-well-" "And that's why you over hear trying to bad mouth her. Your jealous, you realised you made a mistake letting her go and now your trying to do what ever you can to bring her down, so low that she feels as sad as you. But that wont happen while I'm around. I'm not like you, I'll never be like you. There is a big diffrence between you and me, little boy. You begged her to kiss you...she begs me to fuck her...were not the same" Terry smirks as he walks away, leaving Mitchell on his own, with his mouth hanging open in complete shock.

[istherewifiinhell]

okay. okay. if anyone is in for. "a good time" (why they put that in scare quotes? SHH). mirage issue 15. found anyway you read comics online and broke ;}. which came out after 16 dont worry about it. has a letters section. to set the scene. this is after eastman and laird have a soft separation and dont work together on books like they used to. this after (first seasons of) the show is out. and its after each of there "solo" debuts (each has a different inker and the mirage studios letterer), and after the first main book with a 'guest' artist soloing the issue.

suffice to say. fans never change. tho its funny you used to have to pay postage to say it. its. everything you could possible imagine it to be. what is this crap? you guys cant work apart? whys the plot not going HOW I THINK IT OUGHT. its soft baby shit and you guys are sell outs. etcetcetc. incredible stuff. self parody really.

made even funnier that the section also includes one of theeeee most prototypical concerned parent letters. those foul turtle comics! think of the children. which. imma include some of lairds response too cause i think its interesting to hear from. one of the guys who's. maybe most had that levied at him. like. ever?

(extra graph breaks mine) On the values of the turtles:

On think of the children:

... If you had read all of our books, you would have seen that we try to use the "off-screen" approach wherever possible, keeping the actual act of violence outside of the panel. Also, if you had taken the time to read all of our books, I'm sure you would have seen that we do not have the Turtles going out looking for trouble, fighting for the sake of fighting, being bullies, or using excessive force; just as we also do not have them cursing continuously (if at all, really) or using slang or poorly structured language excessively in fact, the Turtles by and large speak with correct grammar and syntax, and only speak otherwise when under stress or responding to excitement.

If you had spent the extra effort to really read our books, you would have also seen that the values that we promote through the Turtles' words and actions are positive ones, including respect for the rights of the individual; reverence for the wisdom that comes with age; and recognition of the value of a caring family life, among others. Yes, the Turtles aren't perfect characters - they lose their tempers, they squabble, they insult one another. But they also help others in need, and try to do the right thing, and care for each other. And isn't that they way it is in real life? Why shouldn't our comic book reflect that?

d'ya think he's mad?

I'm always concerned when I hear people fussing and fuming over sex and violence in the media; when they imply that merely being exposed to either or both will turn any child into a sociopath or psychopath. That, put quite simply, is crap. It flies in the face of all common sense: Of all the millions and millions of us who were exposed to thousands of hours of sleaze and violence on the tube and in books and magazines, how many of us turned out to be violent cases?

Think about it. There is no simple "cause and effect" relationship. What truly matters is the way the parent or parents of each child bring that child up… and that is scary to some who would rather not make the effort needed to teach their children to lead good and just lives, and finding a convenient scapegoat (comic books, movies, TV, etc.) is much more appealing, as it offers an easy cover for their own failings.

on comics as a medium:

you know what yeah i think he might have had enough.

But I would like to try to get you to see that your view of comics as a strictly children's medium is way off base. It is not now, and never has been. Think about it- just because there are large, hardcover illustrated children's books, do you expect all large, hardcover, illustrated books to be for children? Of course not; and the same holds true for all media, including comic books.

Comics can be for young kids… but they can also be for teenagers… and they can be for adults. In fact, they can be for all ages, and that is the way we approach the Turtle books. We believe they are suitable for all ages, and do not require some kind of label to protect innocent young children from their contents.

In closing, I would like to touch on one of your statements, that "At best these comics should not be printed…". I have to ask you, do you really believe that? Because if you do… well, I'll just say that I am grateful for the fact that you are not an omnipotent being, because I would hate to live in the kind of creatively constipated, simple-minded, and facistic world you would surely create.

"At best these comics should not be printed…" - have you no conception of what a mind-bogglingly insensitive and dictatorial statement that is? It's as if I were to say to you, "At best Bonnie Winter should never be allowed to speak her mind." Does that sound like the "land of the free, home of the brave" to you?

It doesn't to me.

[tele-caster]

Journal.

1:08 PM 12/13/2022

They think I'm weak, soft, and gullible. They love to share anecdotes and POV's, however, all words come down to the major question which is: " Where the results at? "

If no results can be noticed, no words should be announced or shared based on a character, knowledge or intelligence.-

You shall only listen, to the one with the positive, reliable and enduring results. I have learned this by reading my fathers last gift; the " Weston Signum Vitae " book. A book that can actually trace back my fathers blood line to the 1500. Where basically all kind of conducts, manners, knowledge and behaviour was settle to all of whom may have the Weston lastname, only of course, coming from my fathers family genes.

Not to much people are aware that they can trace their Family knowledge, or history. Old saying says " If you dont know the story, you're condenmed to repeat it ". The reason I share this, it is because I've noticed that in the particular country I live in; is actually not that apart from where I was raced and educated. However, my point is... Look how I stay shut, and these men keep bloody fucking talking. Money, nor a high-profile person talks to much; rather than the one who does, actually doesnt have shit neither knows shit.

They can only know about their family until, the decades of their grandparents. They can only know about the money, as a store of value. They can only see women, as objects, not souls or creatures. They can only express their rights, but their wrongs... Which its dishonest to themselves.-

Necessarily; for me to be a cold, distant, rigid, strong Oak Tree in the middle of the forest. Then, they might ask; " Why are you such a cunt, dick, or even a lousy arrogant asshole ? "

To me respond... I thought I was soft. Everytime, every moment, every stand-out, every night out... If I don't act a certain way, if I don't talk a certain way, if I don't walk a certain way, if I don't do things a certain way or better said *as they want* I am soft, weak, and perishable. I bloody choose *me* over everything and anything that might come, because a last-name such as mine, compared to yours... Ha, I'd guess you're battling with nothing.

Like mentioned before; I stay shut. Because I already know; were the conducts, behaviour, knowledge, tradition, culture and more from my blood, nation and family comes from. They keep talking, believing that what it has been said it is the correct and trustful source as for speaking up... When it is not. In other words; I am today announcing that my "other-self" has been released; fully this time.

Cold is the abscence of warmth. Distant is the abscence of proximity. Rigid is the abscence of softness. In the middle, there is no abscense at all, since, the middle seems to be the gradual point for anything and everything. (REFERENCE: The Kybalion). Such respect has not to be demanded but gained; which aparently none of these fellows have the education nor fucking north to understand that; because like we mentioned before, they only talk but not hear. Happiness, Love, Care to me are just illusions like sex.-

" A man who does not control their impulses of thought, mouth and touch is assured to be a failure ". I have ideed been in control of these 3 pillars; but somehow I'm back again where I started... Retraining myself. And, aparently this also, is molesting my most near fellows and acquaintances. Do they feel over-ruled? Attacked? Probably insulted because of whom I am? If it is the cause, withdrawal from the services will be required, friends or not... Salvation is indeed singular, shares the bible, book of The Lord, Almighty Powerful, God. Reviewing and also reading this book has taken me to the decision that the future woman whom I will love and marry; has to abide by these principles and also culture.

Neglection or indifference? No. There are women, that do have these qualities... Matter is; you do not have them around all the time like the flock of sheep we tend to see in bars, parties or even regular gatherings. Being honest, I will follow this family principles 'till death visits me; I am caring for myself, my soul, my future wife and kids and the legacy that will be left behind afterwards. I am definetly feeling as I am going out of my senses, the world, and much more but at the same time it feels that it is the right thing to do.

As I write... I feel clear, disassociated, disconnected or even non-related to the third-world minded people. Overall; I just feel tired of everything and decided to take each aspect to my own, proper, well handled hands.

[midnightmisadventures]

Dream updates cause ive been busy

And now that i did that, i can tell u about this dream last night. Lately ive been on the roadd againn, getting offers about social media jobs and stuff like i was offered a “tumblr” related position and i was like omg slay

Staying in chip when someone else lives there

Hanging out with groups of guys i dont knowwwww at all. Like i do in the dream but i dont in real life, and theyre all so nice and cool and funny and sweet. And this one cutie was like hugging me and i loved him. He’s like a guy i would fall in love with in a tv show. 

Oooh the other night i was in this same situation but Liam was there. And we were on a school bus and picking seats and we alos had to sleep on the bus so there was that. And in the beginning Liam and i were super spread out, we were not maknig eye contact with eachother, trying not to beb awkward but also i was like im not even gonna talk to him. Like not in a mean way, i love him of course in a, its completely ur move and im respecting your 3D boundaries when you said GET AWAY FROM ME. (bc obviously i didnt know we were in the 5d) ONe time when he was walking through the isle on the bus i looked at him when he passed me just to give him an opportunity to give me a gesture and he didnt. 

Also we were for sure passing through wyoming and seeing this cool attraction. It was a one of a kind, all metal, one passenger rollercoaster that looked like a pin wheel. I was real excited to see it 

So then later.....we are inside somewhere sitting on this long couch against the wall. And when we walked in Liam was already sitting in a conversation and there was this guy in our group who was talking to me so it lined up perfectly like we were walking in and he was like “no no arielle, you have to run that back like go back to what you were talking about” and i casually passed right by him and sat on the couch next to the guy. 

So then as the time goes on, people are getting up, leaving and coming back and the seats are switching up. So im sitting chilling talking to someone and Liam comes sits next to me. And at the time i didnt see it as super purposeful but looking back it definitely was. Like there was so much room else where and he sat soooo close. And then, while either joining the conversation or doing something else he subtly moves even closer. To the point where we’re touching knees. But didnt like look at me specifically, didnt acknowledge it. (omg its giving nosebleed) so quickly i just like automatically. Stretched and shifted slightly. Because i wasnt thinking he’s trying to talk or anything, i was just making sure my boundary was strong for me sake. Like please i’m trying to learn how to not miss you dont sit close enough for me to smell ur scent. 

Oh and then later, we’re in a family mansion and some family some friends. Its morning and we’re about to leave but i was downstairs before i got ready and then they called everyone to leave so i was like fuck, liam’s gonna see me so ugly i have to sneak past him. So im running up the stairs and i see his room across the way and theres this pretty brunette in a white robe stumbling out his room like they just had the best sex, and i see into the room and liam was turned around butt ass naked getting his things. And i was like........who the FUCK was that?? WHAT

That was that.

Anyway LAST night. I was dreaming in a similar format and i was with friends, but sometimes with family.....and i was with Ia and she begged someone like uncle hans to get us tigers. And convinced him itd be fine and she could take care of them. I was NOT advocating or defending cause thats crazy. And it was. We had two adult grown tigers who were not super violent but not loving and sweet. They were wild animals with big teeth who could hurt us at any moment and we had them on chain leashes. Sometimes it would take all my might to hold onto the chains and i was always so scared to let them go. Ugh is this about control?? Thatd be annoying but whatever. We had tigers. 

Then we were smoking and doing other drugs like there was ketamine?? And it just kinda felt like long lasting poppers cause i don’t actually know what ketamine feels like???? And then we were going to this....you guessed it, free concert like show where we could go early and get the best seats. It was sort of in a gymnasium like the dream with kins, or the dreams about skaing and rink sports. I walked in with one of my friends who had the drugs cause we went early to do more K lol. And we got super drunk and pregammed cause we knew there wasnt alcohol in the venue and it was a festival lineup so we’d be here a while. So we run in, get through security drunk im slipping on the first couple of bleachers and we’re looking for the best seats. Then my friends like “heyyyy don’t fret, i snuck in a little k!!” and im like omg! but i felt weird about it out in the open, like she immediately put a line on my leg and did it, and i felt like people were looking but then i was like maybe im paranoid?? Like um yea bestie ur in PUBLIC. But whatever, guess i didnt care, cause she put some on my hand, like a good amount and there i go sniff sniff sniff. 

So now we’re fucked but it was such a good time

[leossmoonn]

House Arrest

masterlist 

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - smut

note - 16+

summary - you and your house arrest officer have some fun

warnings / includes - season 11 spoilers!! language, eating & food, teasing, usual crude shameless humour, smut - some dry humping, unprotected penetrative sex, riding, use of handcuffs. you are both adults in this !! also i just want to say, when i say “perky breasts” and “glowing skin” i mean that your nipples are hardened and yours aroused, and that your skin is beautiful and it looks perfect. just wanted to disclaim bc i dont want you guys to think im writing for a particular look of a person, because i dont have perky boobs either, or perfect looks but i just mean these descriptors as objective and just describing that youre turned on and that carl thinks youre gorg…. i felt like yall know this but i just wanted to say this ok bye enjoy reading lmao

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*gif isn't mine* (i had to change the sexy gif guys sorry lmao)

“morning, miss, uh, l/n,” carl greeted. 

you ran your tongue over your lips, smirking and looking at him up and down. 

“you aren’t officer foster,” you stated. 

“uh, yeah, i’m not. she’s on vacation, so i’m her fill-in,” he explained. “mm, i bet you could fill me,” you muttered. 

“what was that?” carl questioned. 

you giggled as you saw his ears go pink. he obviously heard you, but he was trying to avoid starting anything. 

“nothing. so, how old are you?” you asked. “19,” he answered. 

“oh, good. i didn’t want to be a sex convict,” you smirked. carl raised his brow at you, causing your smile to falter. you rolled your eyes. “i’m kidding. geez, the old cops have a better sense of humour than you.”

“sorry. i take my job seriously,” he said. “no worries. i like a man who cares,” you shrugged. you stepped away from the door fame, opening the front door wider. “well, come in. you’ll do your job better inside.”

he nodded and stepped in. 

“go ahead and take your shoes off. make yourself at home. you’ll be here for the next seven hours,” you instructed. you shut the door, making your way into your kitchen. 

carl looked up from the floor after he took off his shoes, eyes widening and pants tightening at the sight you. your shorts were a lot shorter in the back. more than half your ass was exposed. you swung your hips, your tank top riding up to show your hips. your skin looked so soft, your body moving smoothly with each step you took. he was in a trance.

you turned your head back to look at him, smiling coyly. you bit your lip, your eyes racking down his body painfully slow, making his heart drop. you gestured for him to walk over, sitting down slowly on one of your island chairs. you crossed your legs, a little part of your panties showing.

“hungry?” you asked. your voice was sickly sweet, dripping with suggestion.

“u-um, no, thanks,” he coughed, forcing himself to break out of his daze.

“shame, i made cinnamon rolls,” you sighed. “do you treat officer foster like this?” he asked.

“like what?” you asked innocently. you leaned forward, your tank top dipping down to show the top of your breasts.

“making her breakfast, letting her take your shoes off?” he asked. he tried his hardest to avoid looking at anything but your eyes. you smiled at his attempts, your respect and attraction for him growing.

“sometimes,” you admitted, sitting up. “usually she only eats the lunch i fix, though. there was one time she sat on the couch, but she usually just pulls up a chair and sits by the door.”

“hmm,” carl hummed. “can i sit on the couch?”

“yeah, of course,” you nodded. “like i said, make yourself at home.”

“thanks,” he said, making his way to your living room. you watched with hooded eyes as he sat down on your couch, bringing his hips as he found a comfortable position.

you squeezed your thighs together, your mind racing with dirty thoughts. man, were you pathetic. you couldn’t help it though. you hadn’t had a boyfriend in a while, and you stopped sleeping around after high school. you hadn’t been touched by anyone but yourself in almost a year. you were starved and knew that this new officer would be your only chance to any type of intimacy, especially since you were on house arrest.

“so, what’s your name?” you questioned. “officer gallagher,” he answered.

you smiled, taking a cinnamon roll and walking over to him. “i mean your first name.”

“oh. it’s carl,” he said. “nice to meet you carl,” you said as you sat on the chair across from him.

he gave you a polite smile, averting his gaze to the window behind you. he began to drum his fingers on his knees, adjusting his body every few seconds. you chuckled as he looked bored out of his mind.

“you’ve never done this, have you?” you asked.

“no. is that obvious?” he chuckled. “a little,” you shrugged with a smile. “what do you usually do?”

“fight crime,” he explained. “is it fun?” you asked.

“not really nice my advisor is a little harsh,” he sighed. his eyes met yours, surprised to see you staring at him with a normal expression. he looked away, talking again. “but she’s better than old partner. he just had us sit in the police car the whole time.”

“that’s good. there’s always some good in the bad,” you smiled.

“yeah,” he smiled with you. “so, what did you to to be on house arrest and have a police officer with you?”

“didn’t you read my report?” you asked. “no, honestly,” he admitted.

“i’ve been caught drunk driving three times. i also shoplifted twice. really minor crimes, but the police department is full of fat fucks who want money - no offense,” you chuckled.

“none taken. i’m not one of then,” he shrugged. “oh, really?” you raised a brow.

“well, not yet,” he joked. “hopefully you never become one of them. you know, i gotta say, it’s brave becoming a police officer in 2021,” you smirked.

“it’s really the only job i could’ve gotten, to be honest. i’m not the smartest, and my athletic ability is really the only good quality i have. plus, i like helping people. i’m not one of those racist assholes,” he explained.

“i didn’t think so,” you said. your lips upturned into a cheshire cat-like smile. “so, how much do you workout?”

“i just go on runs. i don’t really lift weights too much,” he answered.

“you have high stamina, then?”

carl swallowed harshly as he watched you spread your legs, looking at him with devilish eyes. if he didn’t know your intend, he would’ve just thought you were moving in your chair, slouching to find a more comfortable position, but he knew this game all too well.

“yeah-yeah, i guess,” he stammered.

you took the last bite of your cinnamon roll, locking eyes with him as you licked the icing off of your fingers. your tongue swirled around your first finger, your lips making a little ‘pop’ sound as you took your finger out of your mouth.

“still don’t want a cinnamon roll?” you asked. “um, i-i’ll take one,” he nodded.

“great,” you grinned. you stood up, strutting into your kitchen.

“well, shit,” carl muttered to himself. this is not what he had in mind when his advisor told him he would be doing house arrest. it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it, he was, but he didn’t want to lose his job because of you.

you came back quickly, this time sitting next to him. he thanked you as you handed him the cinnamon roll. he finished it in a few bites, going to lick his fingers, but you stopped him.

“here, let me,” you offered. you took his hand, electricity surging through his veins. your heart stopped as you wrapped your fingers around his hand. you looked into his eyes, smiling widely as you saw his wide pupils. you kept the eye contact as you brought his middle finger to your lips. you slid it into your mouth, swirling your tongue to suck off all the icing.

carl couldn’t help but groan huskily. his dick twitched in his pants as you winked at him, sliding his finger out of your mouth with a ‘pop’. he wasn’t sure he would be strong enough to resist you.

“you have a little icing on your lips. let me get it for you,” you said.

you leaned in, your eyes holding the intense eye contact. carl’s breath hitched as your tongue ran across his top lip, the tip of your tongue sliding across the flesh. he watched you carefully, his hands gripping the fabric of the couch. butterflies swarmed in his chest. he thought his heart was going to burst as closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips against his and sucking off the icing.

as much as carl loved the feel of your body on his, the way you teased him, the way your lips fit together perfectly with his, he had to stop. this was wrong, and you both knew it.

carl pushed you away suddenly, scooting away from you. you pouted, sitting up on your knees.

“we-we can’t do this,” he shook his head.

“i was only trying to help,” you shrugged.

“n-no, i’m your parole officer. this is wrong.”

“oh, c’mon, carl. we both know you want me, and i sure as hell want you. you won’t be able to resist me for long, officer.”

you pushed your tits together, tilting your head so your neck was now exposed. carl’s pants got tighter and tighter, his mind racing with sinful images of you. he looked you up and down multiple times, having trouble fighting his urges.

“ah, fuck it,” he muttered. he slid over to you, grabbing the back of your neck and crashing his lips onto yours.

you moaned immediately, kissing him back with the same amount of force and heat. you both opened your mouths simultaneously, tongues meeting and teeth clashing. your lips got wet with his saliva and you found it hard to keep a grip on his lips. you put your hands on the sides of his face, cupping his jaw as you pressed your body against his.

carl’s arm snaked around your waist, his hand sliding under your tank top. your body jolted at his cold fingers, but you didn’t pull away. you kissed him harder, lifting yourself up to sit on his lap. his fingers crawled up your back, caressing your skin gently. your heart hammered against your ribcage. you could hear your blood pumping in your ears.

once your hips met with his, you started to grind. the tip of his dick brushed up against your clothed clit. as little whines escaped your mouth, you rolled your hips faster and faster with each passing second. carl had trouble kissing you as you grinded against him. his hands grabbed at your sides, his head lolling back.

you smiled as you saw his eyes closed, his mouth dropping in pleasure. the need for his dick inside of you grew to an almost painful extent. you stopped your movements, carl’s eyes snapping open.

“don’t worry. i’m just getting this party started,” you assured him.

you got up from the couch, going over to close the blinds. you turned back around, smiling at carl. without any words, you started to strip. you took off your tank top, revealing your perky breasts. carl’s mouth watered at the sight, his green eyes growing darker with lust. you then slipped off your shorts and panties, leaving you standing naked in front of your parole officer.

“like what you see?” you smirked.

“very much. you’re stunning.” his eyes sparkled as they raked over your figure. he admired your supple curves, glowing skin, the curve of your ass, your hardened nipples. you were perfect.

“well, thank you. you’re pretty handsome yourself,” you winked.

“thank you,” he blushed. “well, i can’t be the only one naked,” you huffed playfully.

“oh, right,” he chuckled. he took off his vest hastily. he began to take off his belt, remembering he had a gun, taser, and handcuffs that you would easily kill him with. he looked at you nervously. “um, this isn’t a good idea. why don’t you put your clothes back on and we can just watch a movie or something.”

you eyes his utility belt, understanding his worry. you went over to him, putting your hands together.

“handcuff me,” you said. “wha-what?” he sputtered, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

“you’re obviously worried if i’ll kill you or something, which i won’t, but i respect the worry. so, handcuff me so it’ll be harder for me to get your gun,” you explained.

“i-i don’t think that’ll work,” he said.

“okay, well, suit yourself. i’ll just be upstairs naked, fingers in my pussy, screaming your name,” you sighed, walking off. “carl, carl,” you began to fake moan.

“u-uh, here. give me your hands,” he stood up immediately.

you smiled, “atta boy.”

butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he cuffed you. he thought he had experienced wild sex with his high school girlfriend kassidi, but this as crazy.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” you asked.

“um, i’ve had sex with handcuffs before, but no, i haven’t had sex in this particular situation before.”

“did you or the girl have handcuffs on?”

“me,” he chuckled. “wow. hot,” you giggled.

he let out a breathy laugh. “too bad kassidi was a psycho, though.”

“well, i promise you i’m not crazy or anything, i just like drinking and stealing things i can’t pay for.”

“don’t worry, i get it. i’m from the southside, so i did a lot of thieving when i was a kid.”

“oh, that just makes you even more attractive.”

“really?”

“i like a boy with a little edge,” you shrugged. “now,” you said, grabbing his shirt and leading him back to the couch. “looks like you still have some clothes to take off.”

carl smiled, taking off his shirt. you bit your lip, enjoying the view. his had a toned chest, his biceps flexing a little as he unbuckled his belt. he had a prominent collar bone and broad shoulders, perfect for putting your legs over if he were to ever fuck you in missionary.

before he could take his pants off, you started to kiss him. you climbed on top of him, your hands resting against his upper-chest. his hands groped your hips, sliding down to your ass. you moaned as he massage your bum, causing you to roll your hips with his.

you let your arms drop in-between you two, unbuttoning his pants. you sat up on your knees, waiting for him to take them off. he shoved his pants and boxers down, revealing his erection.

“ready?” you asked.

“definitely,” he nodded. “wait, do you have a condom?” he asked.

“i’m on birth control,” you said. “i can show you the pills if you don’t believe me,” you added as you saw the thoughts in his eyes.

“i believe you,” he said. “do you have any STDs or anything?” you asked.

“no, and i got tested two weeks ago, actually. came back all clean. i can call my doctor to confirm,” he said.

you smiled. “i believe you.”

he gave you a toothy, excited smile. he put one of his hands on your hip, guiding you. the tip of his dick brushed up against your clit, causing you to whimper. pre-cum dripped down the side of his dick at the feeling and sound. his eyes snapped up you, watching your face as you slid onto his dick.

your head lolled back, jaw dropping and a deep, raw moan filling your throat. carl’s dick twitched inside of you. he let out a groan, a few curses leaving his mouth, causing your heart to drop to your chest. you put your hands on his chest, holding yourself up as you wiggled a little, getting yourself adjusted before you started to move.

carl gulped as your walls slid against him slightly. his grip on your body tightened and he looked at your face again, surprised to see you already looking at him. you stared into his eyes as you started to move. your bounces started off slow and subtle, savoring how good he filled you up.

as your movements started to get faster and a little rougher, you moved your head in closer and captured his lips into a wet, heated kiss. your teeth clashed with his as your kisses started to get sloppy. you let yourself sink completely on his dick, feeling him right up against your g-spot.

“fuck, feel s’good,” you gasped.

“you’re so good at this,” carl moaned.

you smiled a little, “thank you.”

carl’s grip on your waist got harsher and he was soon helping you move. you leaned back, exposing your breasts as you moaned and whined. your breasts bounced up in his face, hitting the bottom of his chin. without any warning, his mouth attached to your nipple, his tongue swirling around it.

“ca-carl,” you whimpered.

your hips met with his faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your house. you brought your hands up to his neck, situating your handcuffed wrists so you were able to rake your fingers through his hair. you pulled on his brown curls, little gasps and squeaks coming out of your mouth.

“fuck,” you drew out the ‘u’ as one of his hands came down between you. his thumb found your clit, pressing gently against the bud.

“you’re so good at this,” you groaned.

carl chuckled, “i’ve had some practice.”

“i can tell - oh!” you gasped. his mouth attached to your other breast, his teeth nibbling against your skin and rolling your nipple between them gently.

“carl, i-i think i’m gonna…” you trailed off, digging your nails in his flesh.

“fuck, me, too,” he groaned.

your walls pulsated around his cock as you felt him twitch inside of you. you rode out your high, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you orgasmed. you felt him come inside of you in hot spurts, the sensation making your stomach flip.

his thumb stopped rubbing your clit, detaching his mouth from your boob and resting his head on your couch. you stopped your movements at once, exhaling deeply and resting your head in the crook of his neck. as a few moments, you got up, stumbling to the bathroom as your legs were tired. you used the bathroom, picking up your clothes and getting dressed.

carl took his turn to use the bathroom, coming out with just his shirt off. you collapsed on your couch, sighing and closing your eyes.

“did that wear you out?” carl teased. “yes,” you laughed, opening your eyes. ��i, um, haven’t had sex in a while, so my stamina is low.”

“why do you take birth control, then?” he asked.

“for my periods. they used to get really heavy and well… that’s probably TMI for you,” you chuckled.

“not really. i have an older sister, debbie, who talked to me about that stuff. and my girlfriends, too.”

“nice to know,” you smiled. “well, what about you? are you tired?”

“a little,” he admitted. “well, don’t be afraid to take a nap. i probably will,” you yawned.

“that’s not part of my job description,” he said.

“and neither is having sex, but look, you did that,” you grinned.

he chuckled, “i did break a lot of rules, didn’t i?”

“i won’t tell if you don’t,” you held up your pinky.

he walked over to you win a grin, locking his pinky with yours. “deal.”

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I Despise Star Trek AOS

let me preface this by saying that its completely valid to like this series and that i respect the people who do, i respect those who love the characters, who love the cast, who love the pairings, these are just the critiques i have for it and that most of them are fuelled by loyalty to the original series, so if you havent seen that it makes perfect sense to enjoy the new series, its shiny and full of hot people who wouldnt

I WILL elaborate

#1 - little to no body positivity, everyone turns into a slimmer or more toned version of themselves, they dont embrace being stockier, shorter or chubbier at ALL

nichelle nichols is a beautiful woman, but she also isnt the "perfect standard for female beauty", she's shorter, she has thicker thighs and some curves, whereas zoe saldana, also beautiful, is pretty much the EXACT female body standard, shes tall and quite slender, and so it feels like something of a step back for good body representation

now i know that thisll get hate, so ill show that its really not just uhura's casting that demonstrates this

stocky-> slender

stocky -> slender and toned

#2 - Uhura as a whole, i feel like they fucked up BIG TIME on her character, she goes from a super badass "99% of the crews efficiency" independent woman to spocks pining girlfriend, and thats basically her whole character (she has her moments, but most of them revolve around spock in some way) even a google search brings up a lot of spock/uhura stuff, shes just overall a pretty weak character without him which is a DRASTIC change from barely interacting with him

#3 - Casting Khan

need i say more?

#4 - chekov, they didnt even TRY to make them the same character, they just went "ehh theyre both russian, same thing" the resemblance stops there, in the original series, chekov is pretty grouchy and sarcastic, "oh ill live, but i wont enjoy it", whereas aos chekov, who is admittedly Baby, isnt even a little bit like his predecessor, hes bubbly, energetic, eager to help out and caring

#5 - spock, in the original series, spock is the voice of reason, hes calm, rational except for the occasional outburst of still relatively calm emotions, such as during pon farr, in aos, he just snaps into an angry and violent mess very quickly, going so far as to injure someone (which i highly doubt the original spock would do unless said person posed a real threat to the enterprise and it's crew, and when he does encounter a menace, he usually nerve pinches them, a faily painless way to knock someone unconscious, he doesnt just start strangling people) also i do know that jim was being a huge asshole, but he was still way out of line for his character

#6 - kirk, look at how theyve massacred my boy, my sweet jim was a tender and sensitive man in the original series, he was full of love and he was a nerd, he spent his academy years reading (and maybe horseback riding), hes super empathetic, caring, and the polar opposite of self-centered, whereas aos kirk is just a sleazy guy who seems mostly interested in sex and will just borderline harass people in bars (or full harass), which is pretty egregious compared to my hopeless romantic TOS kirk, whom i love, hes kind of a jerk, he insults spock's grieving process about his deceased mother right after his entire planet has been destroyed!! which is an insane thing for him to do!!! and super unbecoming of the original, compassionate kirk, who insulted spock like once in total. overall bad characterization

#7 - what in the fucking hell is this

now you might be saying "but mac, its cause they didnt have the tech back then to make it shiny and futuristic" which, hey, is true, but at least it looks fucking livable, it looks cosy and habitable for a supposed "5 year mission", could you live in the veritable "kardashian-west mansion" hell that is the aos entreprise? its so reflective, its too artificial. calm your tits jj, we get it, its the future. if they had blended the feel of the original and the clean cuttedness of the new series, maybe kept just some of the original palette, it couldve had a really cool look to in in my opinion

#8 - the bond between jim and spock,  shipping aside, the mental gymnastics of saying that they have a weak bond is fucking insane. brothers, lovers, besties, soulmates whatever the fuck you wanna call em, theres a strong connection and 100% a love of some kind. that didnt translate like at all into the movies, they were friends, yes, but like they seemed like the kind of friends who text like once every 2 weeks, there wasnt the same closeness and trust that they have in the original series. there is that scene in (i believe it was) the third movie when jim is stuck behind the glass and slowly dying, ans spock just screams his heart out. while thats a poignant scene, it seems... a bit fake... since they did very little over the course of the three movies to build an actual valid bond since they were so focused on erasing even the notion that they were more than friends, they barely let them be friends at all.

 anyways, thats all for now, if you have any questions or youd like me to elaborate on something, feel free to ask or message me

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there's a part of me that still thinksa bortion is murder. i act like i support it to fit in but deep down i dont. please just listen. i think forcing someone to go through a pregnagncy they don't want is inhuman but it also feels inhuman to kill a baby and i dont like thsi idea that if youre 4 weeks pregnant and you want it its a baby but if youre 4 week pregnant and dont want it then its just a clump of cells thats just not how scence works. so theres this woman who was forced to get an .

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abortion and she was 6 months pregnant and apparently th baby waws born alive but it died shortly after from ashpyxia and i just dont know what to think. i know forcing smeone to get an abortion is just as bad as forcing them to give birth and that theres no such thing as a six month abortion and at least wher e i live abortions are only available until week 14 but like wwhat if someone is 15 or 16 weeks or 7 months, do they not have a choice anymore? please dont think im a bigot im not im so

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sorry i just dont want to be brainwashed by ANYONE, pro life or pro choice and im just so easily influenceable i just want to support whats right you know

No worries at all! I don't think you're a bigot and I'm glad that you want to engage with this issue critically. I'm happy to give you the facts as they stand and offer you my perspective on the issue. Apologies in advance that this is a bit long, but please try to stick with me until the end! All of this is important in understanding the different sides of this discussion.

There are a few main categories I want to talk about in this answer: legal, science, politics, and culture. For now, I'm going to avoid delving into any religious or metaphysical questions about what is and isn't considered "a person", since while those conversations are interesting, I don't think they're particularly useful in the context of discussions about abortion. As Harry Blackmun wrote in the court opinion for Roe v. Wade, "we need not resolve the difficult question of when life begins. When those trained in the respective disciplines of medicine, philosophy, and theology are unable to arrive at any consensus, the judiciary, at this point in the development of man's knowledge, is not in a position to speculate."

Legality

Starting with legal issues, there are a few points I think it's important to make in order to get a sense of how we relate to abortion. Abortions are legal in 98% of countries. 34% of countries, including the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand most European countries, and China, allow abortions on the basis of a the pregnant person's request, without needing to prove that there is risk to life, risk to health, risk to the fetus, economic or social reasons that abortion is a necessity, or extenuating circumstances (such as the pregnancy being a product of rape or incest). The vast majority (93%) of countries with highly restrictive abortion laws, such as outlawing abortion except in cases where the pregnant person is endangered, are in developing regions. There are five countries that completely outlaw abortion. These are: Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Malta, Nicaragua, and the Vatican City, all countries where the Catholic church has significant influence.

Of the countries that do allow abortion, there is always a limit on how far into a pregnancy a person can be when they choose to terminate. Beyond that limit, the person doesn't have a choice anymore, and must carry the pregnancy to term (except in extenuating circumstances). The most common limit is 12 weeks (3 months), although some countries allow abortion up to the point of "viability", where the fetus can live outside the mother's womb with artificial aid. Typically, the point of viability is around 24 weeks (6 months). In the US, 87% of abortions are performed before 12 weeks, and 92.2% were performed at 13 weeks or fewer. For reference, pregnancies are typically around 40 weeks long.

Forced abortion is illegal in almost every country, including the US and the UK, and it is considered an act of violence against women. It is just as bad as forcing someone to give birth, which is why all countries do their best to prevent it from happening. While forced abortions can and do happen, particularly to victims of sex trafficking, I think the solution to this issue is to put policies into place that protect vulnerable women, instead of trying to ban abortion entirely.

Science

So, most countries allow abortions up to 12 weeks. What does that actually look like in terms of the fetus? Here's a timeline of fetal stages of growth:

Weeks 1-4: at this stage, the "baby" is actually an embryo. It starts out as just a fertilized egg. The amniotic sac forms around it, and the placenta develops. The eyes, mouth, lower jaw, and throat are in very early development. Blood cells are taking shape. By the end of week 4, the embryo is smaller than a grain of rice. It is very literally "just a clump of cells" at this point.

Weeks 5-9: the "baby" is still an embryo. Its facial features begin to develop, folds of skin that will eventually become ears grow, tiny buds that will eventually grow into arms and legs form, the neural tube, digestive tract, and sensory organs all begin to develop. Bone starts to replace cartilage. At about 6 weeks, a heart beat can be detected. After week 8, the baby is considered a fetus instead of an embryo, at which point the fetus is about one inch long.

Weeks 9-12: the fetus' arms, hands, fingers, feet, and toes are fully formed. It may be able to open and close its fists and mouth. Ears are formed, and its reproductive organs begin to develop. By the end of week 12, the fetus has all of their organs and limbs, and their circulatory and urinary systems are working, but everything needs to continue to develop in order to become functional. At the end of week 12, the fetus is about 4 inches long.

It is important to know that the miscarriage rate is highest in the first trimester (before week 12). Among women who know they're pregnant (typically further along than 6 or 7 weeks), 10-20% will miscarry. 30%-50% of all fertilized eggs miscarry.

Other important developmental markers include:

During month 4 (weeks 16-20), you can see the sex of the fetus.

During month 5 (weeks 20-24), the fetus starts moving around.

Between week 22 and week 24, brain waves appear in the cerebral cortex.

At week 24, the fetus may be able to survive if it is born prematurely, provided it has intensive care.

Somewhere between week 26 and week 30, the fetus may be able to feel pain, although we don't know that for sure.

A fetus is not capable of thinking, communicating, reasoning, self-motivation, feeling emotions, or consciousness. They don't have a concept of the self, and they don't know that they exist. They are essentially sedated for the entirety of the pregnancy. Since we use "brain death" as the primary criteria for death, it makes sense to me that we might consider "brain life" (the point where a fetus exhibits brain activity) as the point at which a fetus becomes a person.

While some people will refer to an embryo as a "baby" from the time they discover they're pregnant, scientifically, it is a clump of cells, whether that clump is allowed to continue to grow or not. It's not something we would recognize as a baby, or be able to interact with as if it were a baby. An embryo is a precursor to a baby, kind of like how a seed is a precursor to a plant.

Some other arguments

I want to quickly touch on some other arguments for abortion rights that people make. I'm not going to delve deeply into them, but it didn't feel right to leave them out entirely. These are arguments that don't depend on whether or not a fetus can be considered a person.

Bodily Rights

There are many situations in which we prioritize individual bodily rights over the right of someone else to live. For example, we don't force people to donate organs to people who are dying, even though a donated organ would save their life. Advocates for abortion rights argue that those same bodily rights should be extended to a pregnant person.

Deprivation

This argument usually looks something like, "but what if that fetus was going to cure cancer when it grew up!" Basically, it's saying that abortion is morally wrong because it deprives the fetus (and the world) of a valuable future. To me, this completely ignores the deprivation that already exists by forcing a person to carry and birth a baby they don't want, and potentially the deprivation that comes with raising that child. People who make this argument never seem to ask, "what if the pregnant person was going to cure cancer?"

Slippery Slope

Some people argue that normalizing and legalizing abortion may lead to people also accepting euthanasia. I am unconvinced by this for two reasons. 1. Slippery slope is a logical fallacy and 2. I absolutely do think we should legalize euthanasia for certain situations.

Religion

I don't want to dig too far into this one, but what I will say is that the US is a country that (at least nominally) has a separation of church and state, and the religious beliefs that other people hold should not infringe on a person's rights to make choices about their own life.

History and Politics

The practice of abortion itself is incredibly old. The Sanskrit epic Ramayana, which dates to the 7th century BCE, describes abortion being practiced by surgeons and barbers. In the Assyrian Code of Assura, circa 1075 BCE, a woman is allowed to procure an abortion except when it's against her husband's wishes. The first recorded evidence of induced abortion is from the Egyptian Ebers Papyrus in 1550 BCE. Japanese documents show records of induced abortion from as early as the 12th century, and it became more prevalent during the Edo period. It is considered to be unlikely that abortion was punished in Ancient Greece or ancient Rome. All major Jewish religious movements allow abortion in order to save the life or health of a pregnant woman, and often support abortion for other reasons as well. Christianity has a more complicated relationship to abortion, for reasons that I'll go into in a bit, but for now let's just note that there very much were ancient Christians who believed abortion was morally permissible at least some of the time. Before the 19th century CE, first-trimester abortion was widely practiced and was legal under common law throughout the English speaking world, including the US and UK.

The reason I bring all of this up is because the political debate over abortion isn't really that old, and the debate tends not to actually be about the morality of abortion as an act so much as it is a proxy for other issues. The first backlash against abortion in the English Speaking world was in the 19th century, and was a direct reaction to the women's rights movement, which was starting during that time. In the US, anti-abortion laws began to appear as early as the 1820s, but picked up in earnest by the late 1860s. These laws were introduced for many reasons, including the fact that abortions were being provided by untrained people who were not members of medical societies and concerns about the safety of abortifacients. By 1900, abortion was a felony in every US state, but they continued to become increasingly available. By the 1930s, licensed physicians performed an estimated 800,000 abortions a year.

Jumping forward a little bit, let's talk about the history of abortion in the US just before Roe v. Wade. It's estimated that in the 50s and 60s, between 200,000 to 1.2 million abortions were being performed per year, even though they were illegal. Throughout that same time, the second wave feminist movement was growing, and was increasingly advocating for birth control and liberalized abortion laws. As a reaction to second wave feminism, a number of anti-abortion organizations, primarily led by Catholic institutions, cropped up to mobilize against the legalization of abortion. It should be noted that, at the time, abortion was not an issue for evangelical Christian groups. In the 1960s, 17 states legalized abortion for a variety of different circumstances. Then in 1973, Roe v. Wade happens, ruling that a pregnant woman has the right to choose to have an abortion without excessive government restriction. The ruling was 7-2 in favor of legalizing abortion. Even after Roe v. Wade, Christian Evangelicals were neutral to positive on the ruling. It's only after 1980 that Evangelical Christians started to organize around abortion as a political issue and joined the Catholics to form what we now think of as the Christian Right. There's a lot to say about that and why that switch happened, but for the sake of brevity, just know that the evangelical backlash against legalized abortion in the US started not as a moral crusade, but as a way of convincing people to vote for Ronald Regan instead of Jimmy Carter (who wanted to de-segregate schools). No political debate happens in a vacuum, and it's important to understand what other factors might have been at play when looking at where these debates come from and how the sides formed.

Culture

Lastly, let's talk a little bit about the cultural impacts of banning or legalizing abortion. The right to have or not have a child is necessary in order for women to achieve equality with men. Countries with high gender equality, such as Iceland, Finland, Norway, New Zealand, and Sweden, also have easily accessible abortion options. Criminalization of abortion disproportionately impacts poor women and women of color, and does nothing to address the systemic issues that may cause them to require abortions in the first place.

Researchers from the WHO and University of Massachusetts found that banning abortion is an inefficient way to reduce abortion rates; in countries where abortions were restricted, the number of unintended pregnancies actually increased, and the proportion of unintended pregnancies ending in abortion also increased. When abortion is banned, women aren't not having abortions; they're having illegal abortions that are done unsafely.

There is also some evidence to suggest that legalized abortion actually decreases crime rates. 20 years after the legalization of abortion in the US, there was an unprecedented nationwide decline of the crime rate (including murders, incidentally). The drop in crime is thought by some to be a result of the fact that individuals who had a higher statistical probability of committing crimes (people who grew up as unwanted children in poverty) were not being born.

Which brings me to my next point- the majority of people who are "pro-life" (at least in the US) aren't really pro-life. They're pro-birth. If they were truly pro-life, they would be interested in making sure that all of those babies had their needs met after they're born. They would be interested in making sure those babies can lead long, healthy, safe, and productive lives. They would be for universal healthcare, expanded social safety nets, parental leave from jobs, universal basic income, raising the minimum wage, mandated vacation time, increasing funding for public schools, decriminalizing drugs, abolishing prisons or at least reforming the police. They would be against the death penalty (ironically, some of them are actually for the death penalty for women who have had abortions), and for increased access to birth control, comprehensive sex-ed in schools, increased gun legislation, against war and nuclear weapons, for enforced mask wearing to prevent people from needlessly dying from a global pandemic... but those issues don't factor into their "pro-life" stance. They're for "the baby gets born and then has to pull itself up by its bootstraps like the rest of us."

Closing Thoughts

Look. I'm not super jazzed about abortions. I understand how they can feel like an ethical issue. I think we should do what we can to reduce the number of abortions that are performed- teaching comprehensive sex-ed in schools, making birth control and emergency contraceptive options widely accessible, letting men know that reversible vasectomies are an option. I think we should make abortion easier to access, so those who do need it can make the decision early in the pregnancy. But I also think that it's a very personal decision, one that's irreversibly life altering, and the person who's going to experience the life altering event should be the one who decides what happens. 65 year old conservative, Christian white men who will never be pregnant (and frequently don't really know how the female body works) shouldn't get to make that decision for them. As someone for whom pregnancy would be life threatening, I want to know that I have options should that situation present itself someday.

[ciggylungz]

Tip toe

(Blurb request:

What if y/ns parents dont approve of Harry being her bf so they have to fuck behind their back) high school couple au

You ask, I deliver- 1.6k words

 High school relationships were never easy, although things get a lot more complicated when your parents don’t approve of the person you choose to date. And well…that was y/n’s current predicament. She was forced to resort to sneaking around to see her boyfriend Harry. She truly didn’t understand why her parents didn’t like him, Harry is the best guy she could have chosen to be with, yet her parents still have the ‘no dating till you’re in college’ rule. One she didn’t respect nor follow, but her parents didn’t need to know that.

Y/n hates that she has to sneak around, but she really can’t live without her Hazza so she does it. The only time she feels truly happy is when she’s with her boy, and well the sex is also really fucking good. So more often than not the time they manage to snag together is spent shagging.

Of course, the two have their sweet, pg-rated moments but lets face it- teenagers are horny and Harry and Y/n are not an exception to that rule of nature.

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‘I’m parked up the block’

y/n tried to hide her grin as her phone dinged, she had managed to trick her parents into thinking she was spending the night with her friend Maddie, instead of the true place she’ll be sleeping-or rather not sleeping- that night. In Harry’s bed.

The girl gave her parents a quick goodbye, shoving her feet into her sneakers as she traveled out of the house, practically sprinting down the street towards the familiar black car tapping quickly on the passenger window to get his attention before sliding in the car. “Happy to see me?” Harry beamed at her, his smile just as big as hers getting a elbow to the ribs lightly before she leaned over to kiss him, a good dramatic smacking kiss with a dramatic ‘mwah!’ at the end. Harry swears his girlfriend is the most adorable thing to ever walk this earth.

“Silly tonight are we, baby?” his tone was teasing, putting the car in reverse putting his hand on the back of her headrest to get a good view out his rear window- he didn’t feel like getting in another fender bender and have to cough up the money for whoever he bothered. “ ‘m just happy to see my squishy Hazzy boy! I’m excited to love on ya’, kiss your cute squishy face and play with the little Harry in your pants.” The boy snorted, shaking his head with a breathy laugh as he pulled onto the pain road “I’m happy to see yeh too lovie, and for the record he’s not little he’s well above average and didn’t appreciate that comment missy” he pointed a sassy finger at the girl who giggled, lightly biting the tip of it before giving it a nice harsh suck, releasing it after. “you are going to be the death of me, sweetheart.”

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The pair made it safe and sound to the Styles home, Anne taking the night shift so the two teens had the house till the morning, so of course they planned to take full advantage of that luxury.

“Baby, baby let’s at least get the door open till yeh jump my bones yea?” Harry was fumbling to get his keys in the door, his girlfriend standing on her toes to kiss his neck distracting him from the task at hand. “But I loveeeeeeeeeeee you, I want to kiss my boyfriend!” “you can! Give m’ a second please” he managed to get the two in the house, locking the door behind him while his baby tugged on the hem of his shirt. Her adorable pout only made the boy smile when he looked down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist giving her a few kisses before hiking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms looping around his neck a bright smile on her face. “God, you’re cute. Missed holdin’ my girl.” “think you could hold m’ and fuck me in the air?” Y/n teased the boy getting a eye roll in return, “I thought I was supposed to be the horn dog, I think you might be the teenage boy instead of me miss thang” Harry chuckled setting her back down so they could make their journey up the steps, “Hey I can’t help my boyfriends hot as fuck, and I haven’t got to play with his pp in a week! I wanna touch my boyfriend’s weenie” their combined giggles echoed in the empty house, following them into the boys room when he swung the door open “Okay can we not refer to my junk as a weenie? That’s a bit of a boner killer, don’t yeh think?” , “I’m the one who puts your penis in my mouth, I can call it what I want mister.”

Harry really didn’t have a solid argument against that one.

“fair enough, yeh want it bad don’t you?” the joking atmosphere seemed to switch instantly, his tone now deeper and suggestive making a whine rumble from y/n’s throat that went straight to Harry’s cock. “Tell me, tell me what you want sweetheart..” the boy inched towards the bed his girlfriend was laying on, painfully slow teasing the poor girl further knowing dominant Harry was coming out tonight and she didn’t call the shots anymore. “Yes, I want your cock Hazzy please. I need it.” Harry hummed slightly, making his way to the edge of the bed knees bumping his girlfriends slightly. “you need it huh? Go on, take m’ cock out princess.”

y/n wasted no time, darting her hands forward to yank his belt from it’s loops. The leather made a delicious snapping noise whilst it was ripped from the boys hips the need growing inside her with every second that passes. With a slight fumbling of her excited fingers she managed to unzip him and tug his jeans down his legs, Harry kicking them off his ankles, turning his attention back to his eager girlfriend who was tugging his boxers down to free his semi-hard length, making eye contact with her as she waited for her next direction.

“Don’t give me those innocent eyes baby, you were just begging for my cock. Open your mouth, don’t act shy now honey.” A sultry smirk tugging the right side of his mouth up at the corner while watching his girlfriend take hold of his member to slide it into her pretty little mouth. Y/n was too needy to go slow, her suckling was strong the bobbing of her head going quick working hard to get him fully hard for her. it obviously didn’t take long, Harry had missed her touch as much as she missed his, soon enough his cock stood at it’s full 9 inches pushing against the flesh over her cheeks every few bobs. “God, mouth feels fuckin’ great. Wanna feel that throat before I fuck yeh, you know what to do.”

Y/n was moaning even without getting any stimulation to where she needed it, seeing her man bossing her around was enough to make her feel like she could come on the spot. She followed her instructions, taking in a nice deep breath and holding it, keeping her throat open as Harry pushed his cock all the way down her throat giving her cheek a light tap as he felt her jaw instinctively trying to close when her gag reflex was triggered effectively getting her to keep it relaxed while the tip of his cock massaged itself deep down her throat. Harry gave a good few strokes into her open throat, just enough to make him feel good and make sure she has a sore throat to remember him by for a few days after before pulling out pushing her back onto his mattress.

Y/n giggled slightly as her boyfriend quickly tugged her clothes from her body, pausing to tug his own shirt over his head then shuffling to lay on his stomach between her legs. He was face to face with her dripping cunt, the organ a bit swollen and flushed from being so turned on, he could tell just by looking at it that she must be aching. “Please Harry…please don’t tease me I need you.” Her pitiful voice and harsh tugs of his locks got Harry even more riled up, plunging his tongue between her folds lapping up the wetness that had already collected giving a nice strong suckle to her engorged clit getting the girl to squirm, legs trying to close as pretty moans tumbled out of her mouth. “God Harry- ah fuck-wa-wait wait I wanna cum with you in me. St- oh my god- stop I’m not gonna last!” her pleads fell on deaf ears, Harry deciding he wanted her to cum now. The relentless pleasuring giving her no choice but to tip over the ledge stars dotting her vision, her first orgasm in over a week was a fucking good one.

Once Harry was satisfied, he shuffled the both of them further towards his headboard, roughly opening his bedside table drawer to pull out a condom making quick work of sliding it down himself positioning himself back between her legs, not able to stop himself from slamming into her fully. The girl gasped, feeling the tip of his cock push into her cervix from how hard he thrust into her all 9 inches of him sheathed inside her walls now. Everything seemed to happen so fast, the hammering of his hips into hers the moaning and curses and both of their eventual orgasms brought on by the touch of each other.

y/n was brought back to reality when Harry’s sweaty body dropped on top of her, pulling himself out of her to rest his softening cock between their bodies as they caught their breath numerous ‘I love you’s’ and ‘you felt so good’ being mumbled between them.

y/n decided this was definitely worth having to sneak around for.

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

Anonymous said:

Once i saw a video on youtube explaining a certain "anime character type", and it compared Akechi with Nagito. (I dont remember the other characters the video mentioned) what are your thoughts about it? Do you think they're similar?

You know, Anon, the dumb lizard brain that governs my every impulse wants to point at them and say: “mentally unstable twinks with great hair and a Very Heterosexual rivalry with the protagonist” and call it a day. Here’s the thing, though: my feelings about Akechi started strong and stayed that way throughout my Persona 5 experience, though the nature of those feelings has changed drastically since my first impression. (And I quote: “Who’s this Light Yagami-looking motherfucker? No, I don’t trust him. That smile is the last thing someone saw.”) And I want to talk about him. I also never don’t want to talk about Nagito. So you know what? I’m gonna. 

 Spoilers, by the way. 

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 In short, I do feel they fall into a very specific character archetype. Namely: the morally ambiguous foil to the main character. Not a villain, not a hero, but rather somebody who follows their own moral code. With a dash of insanity, of course, because anime gonna anime. 

 For me, their most intriguing similarities run deeper than a trope, however, and it all starts with this inflated sense of self-importance they seem to share. I know what I said, just go with me on this one. 

 Nagito, at a glance, seems to have the very opposite of an ego. Forever putting himself down, calling himself all kinds of worthless, and willingly throwing his very life at every cause that comes his way. But herein lies the contradiction that defines him as a character. For all his espousing that the hopeless may never be hopeful, he still leaps at the chance to become worthy. He wants so badly to be more than he is, that he struggles to see a world outside his own perception. He is, of course, compassionate and empathetic; but, unlike Hajime (or even Joker), whose talent with people comes from their respective abilities to remove themselves from a situation and see it as someone else would in order to make a moral judgement, Nagito cannot fathom a world that doesn’t conform to his ideals. Hope and despair, good and back luck -- and there he sits in the eye of it all, defeated yet somehow untouchable. He can’t watch someone trip three feet away from him without assuming his luck has played some role in it. 

 Akechi is much the same way, though he owns it a little better. He sees all things as means towards his ends. He has his idea of how the world and it’s people work, and therein lie his issues with Joker. Because he plays by his own rules, which are fundamentally incompatible with Akechi’s. Much in the same way as Nagito becomes fixated on Hajime, the Ultimate, talentless, worthless, most shining beacon of hope there is; Akechi sees how Joker is consistently beaten down by life and yet strives to carve his own path, and is unable to cope with either the jealously or the admiration he feels, never mind any combination thereof. Moreover, he, too, desires to rise above and be more than he is: the hero of his own story, despite taking rather unheroic steps to get there. 

 I would, of course, be remiss not to mention the similarities in their upbringings that lead to these insecurities. Nagito lost both his parents at a young age, and from there, we’re given no indication of any long-term adult influence in his life. Quite the opposite, he seems to have been demeaned and shunned by his extended family at large. It is also implied at times that his parents were not very loving, though there is some debate around that, so take it as you will. Akechi was abandoned by his father who deemed his mother beneath him because she was a sex worker, and was left with a seething hatred for the man because of it. After his mother’s suicide, he was passed from institution to institution, likewise having no long-term positive influence in his life.

 Both were left to, essentially, raise themselves; glean their own image of the world and build their moral compass around lives that were unimaginably cruel, ruthless, and unfair. Thus, it’s likely their worst behaviours could have been avoided, had they stable home lives. Of course, this is no excuse, plenty of people grow up in unstable environments and don’t go on to harm others, however, it places them a step above senseless. In fact, they also share an incredible intellect, charm, good looks, and quite the way with words. If you’ve played both games, you know what I’m talking about. 

 Furthermore, they have this habit of standing on the outside, looking in. Nagito spends much of DR2 implying heavily that he would like to spend more time with the others as their friend, but does little to actually reach out to them. Viewing himself below them, and seeing no reason why such incredible people would want to hang out with trash like him. Akechi also keeps the Thieves at a distance. There are many times when they reach out to him, offer to help him find his way -- and he almost seems to want to. Yet it is as if he doesn’t know how. He has no idea what, besides hatred and spite, could possibly fuel him. Nor does he really know what there is for him to gain from forming genuine bonds with others, or why he should want them. But he does, that much is clear. They each crave acceptance, while accepting it as a lost cause, even as the protagonist of their respective games has their hand out to them. And this, once again, can likely be traced to their equally terrible upbringings, and lack of any real understanding of the world as it is, rather than as they see it. 

 I could absolutely go on all day down this path. And, hell, at some point, I might. But the overall theme I’m getting at here, is this delicate balance these two characters walk. Being soft and charming, and deadly and dangerous. Intelligent, yet profoundly ignorant. Eccentric and borderline reprehensible, but at the same time, deeply relatable, and extremely likeable. They aren’t psycho for the sake of it, and I’ll argue that to my grave. But moreover, what we have here is the ultimate products of the worlds they were made for. Parallels are drawn constantly between Nagito and Hajime, Akechi and Joker, in a “there but for the grace of god go I” way, and it falls the same every time. Joker forged a home among friends, and people he considered family. Even after being hurt, he found the strength to be vulnerable for someone, and that someone happened to be the right someone; and though these people, he became stronger still. Likewise, Hajime took risks, took responsibility, and became respected and loved through hard work and compassion. He faced his own fear of worthlessness, and in the end, he didn’t fold to it the way Nagito did. He built his own purpose in life, and it was as full of hope as any Ultimate’s. These are feats beyond comprehension to our antiheroes, who may well have turned out to be the heroes after all if they’d only been shown the same support and care. And that’s why I think this character type appeals to so many people, and why these characters become so beloved. I think we become invested in their stories, and we want to show them compassion. There’s a reason why Nagito and Akechi are frequently shipped around, why they exist in so many fix-it fics. At the end of the day, we know the difference between bad people, and people who do bad things. It’s that, the latter may not be beyond saving. 

 And finally, can I...? If you’ve played the third semester of Royal, they really just make Akechi Like That, huh? In the original Japanese, he was apparently supposed to just come off as tired and not particularly wanting to mend any of his relationships or mistakes since he knew his death was looming, so I’m not sure why they took one look at this complex character development and said, “Hm, let’s just make him balls to the wall, shall we?” but hey. I’ve got to give it to his VA, I had to put down my controller several times because holy shit. Just. Holy shit. Give that man all of the awards. All of them, every single one, please. 

[la5t-res0rt]

this was written several weeks ago in response to asks i was receiving i am posting it now it is very long the longest i have ever made and it is not very well edited but here it is in this final essay i talk about how shitty rae is about black people in her writing as well as just me talking about how her writing sucks in general lets begin

hello everyone 

as you may know i have received a lot of anons in the last week or so about issues of racism in the beetlejuice community both just generally speaking and also within specific spaces 

i was very frustrated to not be getting the answers i wanted because i typically do not talk about what i do not see but in an effort to be better about discourse i went looking through discourse from before my time in the fandom and i also received some receipts and information from my followers and from some friends

keep in mind that the voices and thoughts of bipoc are not only incredibly important at all times but in this circumstance it is important that if a bipoc has something to add you listen and learn and be better

i admit that when this happened i wasnt aware of the extent of what occurred and im angry at myself for not doing more at that time and i want to work harder to make sure something like this doesnt go unnoticed again

im a hesitant to talk about months old discourse because i have been criticized for bringing up quote old new unquote but this is very important and i am willing to face whatever comes from to me

lets talk about this

content from our local racist idiot that may be months old but its important

putting my thoughts under a cut to spare the dash but before i begin obviously this is awful

lets fucking unpack this folks

right out the gate op states that she supports artistic freedom but then within a couple words she goes against that statement

being entirely canon compliant isnt artistic freedom and even so if this person has so much respect for canon they wouldnt be out here erasing lydias obvious disgust for beetlejuice in the movie or ignoring lydias age for the sake of shipping that shit isnt canon either 

also we love the quick jab at the musical there hilarious we love it dont we because god forbid a licensed and successful branch on a media have any standing in this conversation but whatever

now lets scroll down and talk about the term racebending

the term racebending was coined around 2009 in response to the avatar the last airbender movie a film in which the east asian races of the characters were erased by casting white actors in the three leading roles of aang sokka and katara 

whenever the term racebending is used in a negative light it is almost always a case of whitewashing like casting scarlett johansen in ghost in the shell or the casting of white actors of the prince of persia sands of time instead of iranian ones

this kind of racebending erases minorities from beeing seen in media and is wrong

all that being said however racebending has also been noted to have very positive after effects like the 1997 adaptation of cinderella or casting samuel jackson as nick fury in the marvel movies nick fury was originally a white guy can you even imagine

i read this piece from an academic that said quote writers can change the race and cultural specificity of central characters or pull a secondary character of color from the margins transforming them into the central protagonist unquote

racebending like the kind that rae is so heated about is the kind of creative freedom that leads to more representation of bipoc in media which will never be a bad thing ever no matter how pissy you get about it

designing a version of a character as a poc isnt serving to make them necessarily better it serves to give new perspective and perhaps the opportunity to connect even more deeply with a character it doesnt marginalize or erase white people it can uplift poc and if you think uplifting poc is wrong because it tears down white people or whatever youre a fucking moron and you need to get out of your podunk white folk town and see the real world

the numbers of times a bipoc particularly a bipoc that is also lgbt+ has been represented in media are dwarfed by what i as a white dude have seen myself represented in media is and that isnt okay that isnt equality and its something that should change not only in mainstream media but in fandom spaces as well

lets move down a bit further to the part about bullying straight people which is hilarious and lets also talk about the term fetishistic as well lets start with that

this person literally writes explicit pornography of a minor and an adult are we really going to let someone like that dictate what is and what isnt fetishistic

similarly to doing a positive racebend situation people may project lgbt+ headcanons on a character because its part of who they are and it helps them feel closer to the character and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that

depicting lgbt+ subject matter on existing characters isnt an inherently fetishistic action generally things only really become fetishistic when the media is being crafted and hyped by people who are outside of lgbt+ community for example how young teens used to flip a tit about yaoi or how chasers fetishize trans people

but drawing a character with top surgery scars or headcanoning them as trans is harmless and its just another way to interpret a character literally anone could be trans unless if their character bio says theyre cis and most of them dont go that deep so it really is open to interpretation and on the whole most creators encourage this sort of exploration because it is a good thing to get healthy representation out in the world

as for it being used to bully straights thats just funny i dont have anything else on that like if youre straight and you feel threatened and bullied because of someone headcanoning someone as anything that isnt cishet youre a fucking idiot and a weak baby idiot at that like the real world must fucking suck for you because lgbt+ people are everywhere and statistically a big chunk of your favorite characters arent cishet sorry be mad about it

lets roll down a bit further about the big meat of the issue which was when several artists were drawing interpretations of lydia as a black girl which i loved but clearly this person didnt love it because they have a very narrow and very racist and problematic view of what it means to be a black person

and before i move forward i must reiderate that i am a white person and you should listen to the thoughts of poc people like @fright-of-their-lives​ or @gender-chaotic it is not my place to explain what the black experience is like and it certainly isnt this persons either

implying that the story of a black person isnt worth telling unless if the character faces struggles like racism and prejudice is downright moronic 

why use the word kissable to describe a black persons lips now thats what i call fetishistic and its to another extreme if youre talking about a black version of lydia on top of that

the author of this post says herself that shes white so clearly shes the person whos an authority on the black experience and what it means to be a black person right am i reading that right or am i having a fucking conniption

how about allowing black characters to exist without having to struggle why cant a black version of lydia just be a goth teenager with a ghost problem who likes photography and is also black like she doesnt have to move to a hick town and get abused by racist folks she doesnt have to go through any more shit than she already goes through and if you honestly think thats the only way to tell a black persons story you need to get your brain cleaned

you know nothing about the complexities about being a black person and i dont either but you know wh odo black people who are doing black versions of canon characters they fucking know 

lets squiggle down just a bit further 

so the writer has issues with giving characters traits like a broad nose or larger lips if theyre a woman but if theyre a man suddenly its totally okay to go all ryan murphy ahs coven papa legba appropriation when approaching character design like are you fucking stupid do you hear yourself is that really how you see black men like what the fuck is wrong with you

none of the shit youre spewing takes bravery it takes ignorance and supreme levels of stupidity

do you really think you with your fic where a black lgbt+ woman is tortured and abused where you use the n word with a hard r to refer to her like that shits not okay its fucking depraved and yeah we know you love being shitty but like christ on a bike thats so much 

can we also talk about this

what the fuck is this fetishistic bull roar garbage calling this black character beyonce dressing her up in quote fuck me heels unquote are you are you seriously gonna write this and say its a shining example of how to write a black character youre basically saying ope here she is shes a sex icon haha im so progressive and i clealry understand the black experience hahahaha fuck you oh my god

on top of that theres a point where this character is only referred to as curly hair or the fact that the n word is used in the fic with the hard r like thats hands down not okay for you to use especially not in a manner like this jesus christ

oop heres a little more a sampling for you of the hell i am enduring in reading this drivel

oh boy lets put a leash on the angry black woman character lets put her in a leash and have the man imply hes a master like are you kidding me are you for real and what the fuck is with calling her shit like j lo and beyonce do you actually think thats clever at all are you just thinking of any poc that comes into your head for this 

also lydia fucking tells this girl that she shouldnt have lost her temper like she got fucking leashed im so tired why is this writing so problematic and also so bad

hold up before i lose my head lets look at some of her own comments on the matter of this character and what happens to her

hi hello youre just casually tossing the word lynch out there in the wide open world as if thats not a problem that is still real like are you fucking unhinged there have been multiple cases of this exact thing happening in our firepit of a country in the last five months alone like how can you still have shit like this up for people to read how can you be proud of work like this in this climate

and also what the fuck is that last bit 

what the actual fuck

i dont speak for black people as a white person but you do!? im sorry i had to get my punctuation out for that because wow thats fucking asinine just because one black person read your fic and didnt find the torture and abuse of your one black character abhorrant doesnt mean that the vast majority of people not only in the fandom but in the human population with decency are going to think its okay because its not 

i started this post hoping to be level headed and professional but jesus fucking christ this woman is something else white nationalism is alive and well folks and its name is rae

if you defend this woman you defend some truly abhorrant raecism

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in order to get some perspective on these issues more fully some of the writing by the author was examined and on the whole it was pretty unreadable but i want to just call back to the very beginning of this essay where the person in question talked about holding canon in high regard but then in their writing they just go around giving people magic and shit and ignoring the end of the movie entirely like are you canon compliant or nah 

the writing doesnt even read like beetlejuice fanfic it reads as self indulgent fiction you could easily change the names and its just a bad fanfic from 2007

also can we talk about writing the lesbian character as an angry man hater like its 2020 dude and als olets touch on that girl on girl pandering while beetlejuice is just there like here we go fetishizing again wee

i cant find a way to work this into this already massive post but

im going to throw up

okay so thats a lot we have covered a lot today and im sure my ask box will regret it but this definitely should have been more picked apart when it happened

please feel free to add more to this i would love more perspectives than just my own.

[horansqueen]

Vote For My Next Story

I'll try to keep this short. YOU&ME has ended, and it was a big part of the last few years of my life (along with AM Conversations). It'll probably always be my favorite and best story but that doesnt mean i want to stop writing.

please, know that the oneshots ideas are independent from the story ideas, meaning that i can write a story AND oneshots at the same time so let me know if youre interested!

(click on the read more to read the 10 synopsis of the story ideas I’d like to write)

AM Conversations & YOU&ME ideas:

-oneshots ideas for what happened after the story, before the story, or even in-between chapters in the story. you can send me ANY idea that you would want to read between Liv and Niall or other characters.

-oneshots ideas for any "what if" you can think of (i.e. what if one of them didnt love the other, what if they hadnt seen each other at the bakery, what if Liv had dated Louis, etc)

NEW STORY IDEAS:

NOTES: 

all the ideas are AU. 

 #2 #8 and #9 will include a few of the 1D boys. 

despite the title, #4 is a Niall fic

titles may change

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1- UNPREDICTABLE

They haven't seen each other since high school and they hadn't missed each other at all. In fact, they never really could stand each other. Her, a bit of a rebel, listening to punk music, searching for trouble whenever she could... and him, the good boy, popular and loved by everyone, who could rarely be seen without his guitar. It's been a few years already but not many things had changed and they still didn't have anything in common... except one thing. Both of them aspired to become famous with their music. With a twist of fate, they end up in each other's lives again and if they can put aside their resentment for one another, maybe they could bring something incredibly precious to each other. But nothing has ever been uncertain.

This is the story of two opposite persons who share a burning passion that may slowly bring them closer... or make the hatred they already feel for each other even more intense.

2- D.N.A. (daddies now available)

The test was positive. I was pregnant. The problem was, I didn’t know who the father was. It could be my ex boyfriend Liam, his best friend Niall or my best friend Louis. Or maybe it could be that boy I randomly had sex with, Harry... I had no idea and I was not going to find out soon.¸

All I knew was I had to tell four boys that there was a possibility for them to be a daddy in less than a year. Can you just imagine their reaction?

Contrary to all expectations, they accepted their fates.. somehow. And no matter who his daddy was, “little human” was going to get a lot of attention from a lot of men. Exactly like me.

This is my pregnancy story. And it was just the beginning of a long journey.

3- MEANT TO BE

When they first met, Louis was all *MAIN GIRL* ever wanted. However, a decade later the high school sweethearts had change and she felt like most of the sparkles she once had were now gone. Then she met Niall and it clicked instantly and intensely and since then, they’ve been seeing each other in secret, lying to their whole entourage about the nature of their relationship. Feelings started to grow, things started to change, and maybe, just maybe, it’s meant to be. Or maybe not.

A tale of broken hearts, unforgettable love and many… way too many lies.

4- LIVING WITH LOUIS TOMLINSON

Call me Queen Catastrophe. I lost my job, my boyfriend, my best girl friend and my apartment on the same day. Just a little friday afternoon like all the others, right?

Thank god, my best friend Louis was there to save the day. Nothing unusual. I was supposed to crash at his apartment for one night and then walk on my pride and go back to my parents to admit how much of a failure I really am.

However, Louis had other plans : he wanted me to move in with him. That’s when my story really starts. Mutual feelings, drunken sex, grocery shopping, fights that end up with porcelain thrown around the kitchen (I’m an intense person, I know) but most of all, his best guy friend stealing his (our, now) couch at least 5 nights a week.

I despise Niall Horan with all my heart. Him and his stupid charm, his flirty smile and his hands that always ended up in places they shouldn’t. He was threatening to come between Louis and I. He was slowly taking more space in our apartment… and in my heart.

Fuck, I hate Niall Horan with a passion.

5- FOR YOUR LOVE

After months of trying to get pregnant, Niall and his long-time girlfriend found out she was sterile. The news obviously shook their relationship and sparked a few arguments but after a long discussion, they found only one solution : hire a surrogate mother. As days go by, Niall's relationship gets harder and harder to save, and his connection with the surrogate mother of his child becomes tighter. Soon, he gets caught in feelings he can't explain and definitely can't understand. But life is not as easy as just following your feelings.

A story of unsettling feelings, confusing relationships, a deep and strong connection but mostly, decisions impossible to make. Can this really end well?

6- DATING FOR DUMMIES

*MAIN GIRL* has tried blind dates, dating apps, and speed dating to find her soulmate with no good result. Niall has tried pretty much the same without much more success. With all the bizarre, creepy and incompatible persons they meet, they're so close to give up on love until they meet each other through a friend. After a bottle of wine and a long discussion, they start thinking that maybe they were the problem, and that they're too dumb for dating. That's when they decide to make a list of what they individually want and need on a first date and finally decide to try it together. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and they will both realize that feelings can't be controlled.

When all else fails, the solution will always be to follow your heart.

7- THE BREAK-UP PLAN

*MAIN GIRL* and Niall's relationship had started when they had barely entered their teenager years. Now, over 10 years later, they feel like something is missing. They didn't know anything else besides each other and it had to change. They still planned on spending forever together but their lack of experiences and mistakes seemed to be an obstacle between them.

They agreed on  break that was not really a break. for six whole months, they would be able to do whatever they wanted to do with whoever they wanted to. Going to parties, leaving for a whole weekend with friends without giving any news, dating and even screwing whoever they wanted, nothing was out of reach.

They only had one rule : honesty. Every friday night, they'd meet and spend the whole night together, talking, making out or just cuddling until they'd fall asleep, to make sure their love was preserved.

Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and seeing the person you love the most in the world be happy without you is something almost impossible to accept.

A story about angry tears, painful jealousy, sweet sweet revenge and realizing who your real soulmate is. Watch out, it's gonna hurt.

8- HOT MESS

*MAIN GIRL* has always been a bit of a rebel who didn't really care about much. She just enjoyed life the way she wanted to and never really paid attention to anything else. If she wanted something, she did everything she could to get it, no matter who she'd hurt in the process. After a few years away from her hometown, family and friends, she finally comes back to realize that a lot of things have changed. Jumping in her twin brother Liam's life without being invited, she's about to make a mess of everything he had made so much effort to build by flirting with every single one of his friends without any shame. She's not looking for a relationship, she's just looking to have some fun and break a few hearts... but perhaps, she's about to make a mess of her own heart.

Sometimes, you play the game and some other very rare times, the game plays you.

9- 15 Complicated Rules

I have no idea how I got into this mess but somehow, I ended up with 4 different fuck buddies. I thought I was going crazy until I made a strict schedule of the days and time I would see them, and wrote down a few rules I had to respect myself. A useful guide to manege my 4 fuck friends. Monday for my ex boyfriend, tuesday for my co-worker, wednesday for my old best friend and thursday for a family friend. It could work, right?

I've never been much of an organised person but I honestly thought I could make this work. Everything went as planned for a few months until I broke one rule after the other. That's when I knew I was in deep shit. These are my 15 complicated rules to have fuck buddies. And this is the story of my downfall and the incredible mess I put myself into. After all, rule 15 was 'Never Fall In Love' and I guess that's something I couldn't control, even if I wanted to.

10- DISCONNECTED

When *MAIN GIRL* switches college to finally follow her dreams, she was ready to face anything and everything that would come her way. After all, she had been through so much already, right? The problem was, she didn't expect to be stuck in a room with someone who gets on her last nerves because of a paperwork mistake. Despite trying to find an other place to live or spend her time talking to the administration, she had to face the fact that this situation wouldn't change for a few months. Niall knew how to piss her off and he clearly abused that superpower, doing anything and everything he can to annoy the most pretentious and stuck-up person he had ever met. Perhaps fate is having a good laugh, because they seem to get stuck together way more often than not, but it's not until they let down their defense that they will see who the other really is... if that ever happens.

Apparently, some people are in your life to teach you something and make you grow. Perhaps, if you take the time to listen to them and open up to them, your karmic soulmate can turn into your twin flame... or not.

11- NEW ANGEL

When *MAIN GIRL 1* breaks up with Niall, he takes it harder than he thought he would, realizing in the process all the feelings he had for her. After a few weeks locked by himself in his room, his friends take him out on a crazy night and he decides he needs someone else, if only to get over the girl he loves. That’s when he meets *MAIN GIRL 2* and bring her back home.  However, on the next morning, he realizes he doesn't want her to leave, and that despite the feelings he has for *main girl 1*, he could definitely develop something with *main girl 2*. Everything is going amazingly well for a few weeks until what Niall never thought would happen actually happens : *main girl 1* calls him to tell him she regrets leaving him. Now confused and stressed, Niall is going to have to make a choice between the girl he thought he'd spend his life with, and a girl he just met that makes his heart race. And he's going to get help on his journey from someone he would never have thought of.

A story about making choices, creating connections, messy hearts and confusing emotions.

(i have many ideas for this one but i dont want to give everything away!)

[tendoki]

pulling up with a baby with tendou bc of the quarantine and how the team would react pls 🥺 i feel like coach washijo would be happy and would try to convince yall to let the bby go to shiratorizawa 🤣

anon ive been having the worst day but this request made me lose my shit thank u so much GOOD LORD LMFAOO

I did my best to do this request JUSTICE lol. it turned into general baby havin hcs but I hope you like it regardless!! its rlly long so my bad 🥺

Shiratorizawa reacting to Tendou + his s/o leaving lockdown w a mfin BABY

OK. so he was prob at your apartment when the lockdown was announced

so since all his shit was already there, he had clothes and a toothbrush n it was just generally more convenient for him to stay at your place

he did! he messaged his mom to let her know where hed be, she Didnt Mind lol (we dont know much ab tendous family so?? aah)

now. not saying yall spent all ur time fucking. but u 100% did

and since u ran out of birth control and condoms pretty soon into quarentine......... 👀

both of u sorta just went

FUCK IT

both of you were pretty in love anyway, and even if things didnt work out, you guys figured that youd always work together to be the best parents for the kid you could possibly be

which led to were ur at now. a measly week out of quarantine. n ur being rushed to the labour ward.

tendou is RUNNING AFTER U W HIS LONG ASS LEGS

shiratorizawa closed for the rest of the academic year, which meant that as a 3rd year, you guys and a lot of the team wouldnt see eachother in uniform again

but not to worry!! to make up for the missed celebrations theyve organised a prom and a couple days where 3rd years can come in and give proper goodbyes to everyone, including the coaches!!

everyone on the team showed up, because they wanted to say bye to their senpais 🥺🥺

but. that's like 3 months from ur labour

so when u n tendou pull up to the school, with a 3month old CHILD they r. astounded.

they know its u guys' tho

literally theres not even the possibility for a JOKE that u cheated on tendou because the kid has the same fucking hair.

it's only a little tuft (u know what anime babies look like lol) but that nose n that hair? TENDOU SATORIS GENES CAME THRU

the baby has ur eyes. and compared to the rest of its tiny little face?? they're fucking HUGE

you guys let ushijima hold him (I feel like youd have a son?) and ngl ushi cries.

it's a single tear but tendou will INSIST that waka was SOBBING years afterward

everyone is so attached to the kid sorry

USHIJIMA IS THE GODFATHER LMAO DID U EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE???

the baby is so attached to semi tho!!! the second semi reaches forward to hold the kid and poke at its fat lil cheeks, hes giggling and blubbering up at his uncle semi 🥺

JWJDJD GOSHIKI FREEZES WHEN YOU OFFER HIM TO HOLD THE KID. HE JUST GOES PALE AND FREEZES UP

REON IS SO GOOD WITH THE BABY

he offers to help you guys go shopping for more baby stuff 🥺🥺 and when his mom finds out ab the kid (team sleepovers were at reons house n u were ALWAYS invited so she LOVES U sorry I make the rules)

she gives u some of reons old baby clothes!!! n ur LOSING ur mind because WDYM THIS TALL MFER WAS ONCE LIKE A FOOT TALL AND WEARING A BLUE BEAR ONESIE???

she doesnt judge u for being a young mother!! I imagine she was too?? Reon is real respectful n I'll be damned if she isnt just as sweet

the coaches are already on your ass about toddler volleyball. they call up a couple friends and have already organized a group for teaching young Young YOUNG kids how to play despite ur son being. 3 months old.

the whole team is Maybe in love with your son

sorry. it's our son now. shiratorizawa owns ur kid :/

when shirabu is holding your boy. the whole team watches as semi get jealous????? over a kid that's NOT his???

hes petty and tells him that hes holding him wrong (hes not)

washijo is obsessed with ur baby. hes so proud of tendou. insisting that ur son being 'the size of a FAT volleyball' is a great sign for his skills in the court

the whole team. is offering money. they know u 2 are JUST out of highschool and with quarentine, are probably pretty low on cash??

BUT !! I 100% hc that tendou draws!! nd hes been doing a shit load of commissions for like. years LOL

n hes always saved that money!! he only spent it on shounen jump, which dont make too much of a dent in the money pile lol

besides he took emergency comms the second you guys found out ab the pregnancy

if you draw/write/do any work from home that's gets you money, then you do that too!!

he forces u to do less work than him tho because hes WORRIED AB U N THE BABY 🥺

but you guys appreciate the offers from your friends!!! Reon and Ushi's mom both volunteer to baby sit when you guys want a date night, thus ur child creating one hell of a friendship between the ex-captain and his vice's mothers 🥺

I'm not gonna go thru ALL the team members reactions

but they're all really happy!! ofc they scold tendou for not using protection and are MAJORLY GROSSED OUT KNOWING THAT THE TWO OF U HAVE INDEED HAD SEX

even tho the fact that satori is a Horny boy should be universal knowledge by now

the team is there for you guys while the baby grows up!! the second the kid can walk ushi is kneeling down and teaching him to spike

tendou is just as bad and insists that his son is a prodigy and should be a pro volleyball player already

LISTEN

TENDOUS SHIRATORIZAWA NUMBER??? HIS JERSEY

U GUYS GET A TINY VERSION OF THAT MADE

EVEN OF HE ISNT DOING VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE THIS MAN IS SO PROUD TO SEE HIS NUMBER ON HIS BOY 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ur son is a mamas boy n it breaks tendous heart ngl

u make up for it by having a daughter a year or two down the line 😳 n shes OBSESSED with her dad it's cute but also BABY ur 4 please stop sleeping in mommy n daddies bed 🥺🥺🥺

also ur sons first words

oh boy

u can tell that the whole fuckin team has been teaching ur son volleyball stuff

u came home n ur son is sat in the living room SURROUNDED by ur (other) boys

ur (main) boy starts blubbing and bouncing at the sight of his mama 🥺 (or dada/other parent if ur an afab trans person!!!)

you tell off the team for tryna get ur baby into vball when hes barely 6months at this point

but before the boys all leave 🥺🥺 ur son grabs his favourite uncle semi and just goes

'sehtah!!!' (setter)

SEMI BREAKS DOWN CRYIBG LMAOOO

ngl tendou n u r kinda pissed that ur babies first words werent mama or dada. but then u see how happy semi is n u both just 🥺

semi is soft for your son and as the kid grows up hes still attached to him

he cant get away with being a brat though, boys got a whole mfing TEAM of dads/uncles PLUS grampy Washijo are ready to scold this boy

your son (and future daughter) are both SO loved though

theyve always got SOMEONE they know they can depend on

the team loves tendou and they love u, so OFC they ADORE any kids u guys have EVER.

they stay in contact with both of you even if you split up later on, they care enough about you guys that the y/n tendou powercouple is something every new generation of shiratorizawa volleyboys are taught about and introduced to

and YES ANON. WASHIJO DOES INSIST ON YOUR KID(S) GOIN SHIRATORIZAWA

they're guaranteed a spot!! they dont even have to work for it lmfaooo

mostly because coach threatens to leave the school and work with karasuno if they dont confirm them a place

it's an empty threat but it WORKS

the worldwide lockdown of 2020 is something you and tendou remember fondly forever 🥺

even if it was in bad circumstances the two of you made something so positive

this turned into general baby hcs with tendou MY BAD LOL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND ALSO CONSTANTLY GOING THRU BABY FEVER

[barrysjumpsuit]

blindsided - oc x rafe cameron (ch. 2)

me??? posting chapters two days in a row???? (who is she)

part one

word count: 3k

warnings: abuse and mentions of past abuse, cannabis use, cocaine use, mentions of sex, plot/timing holes (just dont think abt canon too much it’s pretty loose)

synopsis:  christy is a lifelong resident of the outer banks. after a series of hookups with rafe cameron, kook royalty, she’s smitten. what she doesn’t know is about what her boyfriend and brother are involved in behind her back

a/n: really enjoying how this is coming along bc i’m totally just making it up as i go. ya boy jj makes an appearance in this one!! and BARRY!!!! next chapter has more plot i PROMISE 

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The sun was about to set as Christy arrived home.

“Home” was a relative term. She lived in a trailer with a leaky roof, messy yard, and weird smell. Strange people she didn’t know were always there, and it was hard to truly feel at peace when she was there. The only thing that kept her coming back, especially after getting with Rafe, was her brother. 

Barry truly was the only thing she had left. The two of them had always been as thick as thieves – they still were, but their own respective businesses had changed them. Christy just grew and sold a bit of weed. She made a couple hundred bucks here and there, mostly targeting tourists. Barry’s dealings were much more illegal, and all the bad things that came with selling blow naturally happened at her house. 

She could hear the crackling of a fire as she rounded the corner of the trailer. Barry and a couple others sat there, whooping and hollering. “Look who finally decided to make an appearance,” she heard her brother yell. He raised a beer in the air as if to make a toast. “My favorite sister!” 

“Just making sure you’re not twitched out somewhere, B,” Christy said back, not altering her path to the door. Right as she went to pull open the screen door, someone pushed it open, stumbling out of the trailer. “Excuse you.” 

“Watch your mouth when you speak to me, little girl,” the man growled at her. 

“I’m the one who lives here,” Christy replied flatly, not budging, and the man suddenly had her pinned to the wall of the trailer, a forearm pressing against her throat. 

“Yo Luke, lay off of her!” she heard Barry call. Her hands were grabbing at Luke Maybank’s arm, her eyes forced to meet his. His pupils were blown up and delirious. “What the fuck, man!” 

Barry pried Luke off of her, and Christy leaned against the cheap railing on the front steps to catch her breath. “Get the fuck out of here,” she heard Barry tell him before he turned to her. “Bro, you good? Where have you been the past few days?” 

“I’m fine,” Christy said. Her heart felt like it was going to beat through her chest. Barry reached out to grab her shoulder, but she instinctively flinched away. “I’ve been staying with someone.” 

She was aware of Barry watching her as she pulled open the screen door and went into the trailer. It was hot and stuffy. Inevitably, somewhere, something was growing mold, and they would have to deal with it like they had to almost every other time a storm knocked out power. It made her feel guilty as hell, knowing she was staying with Rafe in his kook mansion, while her brother was stuck here, alone, with whatever coked out friends he had with him. 

After deciding there was nothing she wanted to eat, Christy made her way through the messy living room and down the hallway to her bedroom. She kept the door locked. Fishing the key out of her back pocket, she unlocked the padlock and stepped into her bedroom. 

Her plants were moved hastily in front of her window, since the power knocked out the lights they normally sat under. They took up most of the space in her bedroom, and they also occupied her parent’s old bedroom. Christy couldn’t be bothered to water them; she just took off her shirt and laid on her bed, sweaty and with nothing to do. 

She rolled over, pulling out an already loaded bowl and lighter from her nightstand. Pushing herself up, Christy brought the pipe to her lips and lit up, breathing deeply and bringing the smoke into her lungs. She blew out a thick cloud, almost having to cough. The greens were strong but tasted good. She took another hit, then another, before leaning back and closing her eyes. 

It was almost unnerving to think about how quickly she had fallen for Rafe. They sporadically hooked up throughout the past couple years. A lot of times they were each other’s rebound. Other times, it was at parties. Despite being from the Cut, Christy was often welcome at kook parties, going where her brother wouldn’t dare going to move product. She didn’t like having a middle man. Grow, harvest, sell, consume. That’s how she liked her bud to go. 

She knew Barry and Rafe had a history. But Barry has beef with a lot of people, and so did Rafe. Christy didn’t side with either. Rafe hadn’t paid Barry enough, failing to hold his end of the deal. But Barry had ripped Rafe off, knowing his family had more than enough money to repay him. It spiralled from there until they fought and beat each other an inch from death. Since then, Rafe had cleaned up his act as well as sobered up, and she hadn’t seen him at her place since. It was better that way. She didn’t have to worry about the crossover between her relationship with him and her relationship with her brother. 

Barry was a shitty person. Everyone knew that. He moved more cocaine than anyone else on the island. It was impossible for him to hold onto a relationship for more than a week or two. He had a temper, and a mouth and fists to back it up. Despite this, Christy knew he was her lifeline, and she was his. Whenever they had to run errands or go anywhere on the island, they tried to go together. Safety in numbers. 

Both of them had people that hated them. 

Barry more so than Christy, but they both had enemies. It was just how the politics of drug dealing worked. Christy mainly targeted tourists, playing her cards smartly. In and out, one and done. She premeasured the bud into $10 bags, or as joints using cigarettes. It was a big hit. At each kegger she went to, she could usually pull two or three hundred bucks. 

Christy took another hit before inspecting her pipe. A friend of hers had blown and crafted it for her birthday this past winter. It was a swirling design of pinks, yellows, and oranges. It looked like a sunset; every night, she would smoke on their west-facing dock and watch the sunset. 

Except tonight. The sky was dark by the time she made her way outside. Barry was no longer by the fire, which was dying. Two of his buddies were still there, laughing at something funny only to them. Christy walked past them, down the dock and onto their little boat. She sat down next to Barry, their shoulders lightly touching on the small bench seat. 

Her mind was still racing, and she lit her bowl again. “You’re not going to that kook party tonight?” Barry asked, his voice still with its disinterested tone. 

“Nah. With the power out I’m not sure how much bud I’m going to able to get through this. They need light to grow.” 

“I’ve been rotatin’ them in front of the windows for you. And watering them,” Barry said. She could tell he was coming down from a high he had likely been riding all day. 

Christy could also tell he brought this up for a reason. 

“How much short are we?” she asked quietly. “I can see if I can pick up extra shifts.” 

He shook his head beside her before putting his head in his hands. “I don’t know man, but we’re short. Fuckin’ Agatha fucked us over, man. I can’t get any more for another couple weeks and I don’t have much left.” 

“A lot of mine won’t be ready to harvest for a few weeks. Shit, B, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“It’s not like you were here,” he said. His words stung, and I knew he was right. “It’s not like you’re ever here anymore except to smoke pot.” 

“Barry,” Christy said, trying to be as stern as possible. “I’ve been working every fucking day. Agatha scared people away, so I’m not making good tips. It’ll bounce back soon, okay? I’ll make ends meet. Every time I come home you’re just blitzed to high heaven off your own product. You’re as guilty as I am.” 

Her brother’s shoulders shook with a laugh, and he wiped his nose with a forearm while she took another hit. “I suppose so. You’ve got something on your neck, by the way. Who’s that from?” 

Christy stiffened and almost launched into a coughing fit, and Barry knew he caught her. He looked over at her, expecting an answer after she exhaled the smoke. “Some tourist I met the other night at a kegger. Thought he could strike a deal with me.” 

“Hmmm,” Barry mused. She couldn’t tell if he was buying it or not. “You’ve gotta be careful with them tourons and kooks, never know how they’re gonna use you.” 

The weed had hit her enough so that Barry’s words didn’t fully register in her brain. “They’re always up to something,” she agreed. The swaying of the boat underneath her was an odd feeling and she leaned back in the seat, throwing an arm on the back of the seat behind Barry. 

The stars were brilliant on the south side of the island, with no light pollution to drown them out. Two nights ago, she and Rafe sat on the roof of the Cameron house, looking at the same sky, but the lights were so bright you could see only a handful of the stars. 

It was the simplicity of being a pogue that Christy liked. She didn’t have to worry about her social life or schedule outside of work. She didn’t have to worry about her image. She didn’t have to worry about businesses or making people happy or petty things that Rafe worried about. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted.

With the sky stretching endlessly above her, she felt like she was inside a dome. Like she was in a snowglobe. Agatha was the shake, mixing everything and everyone up. Now, the snowflakes were settling into new positions. Some were unstable, perched on plastic trees or people or houses, bound to fall to the ground. Some were already on the ground, back to their original positions. Others still, small little pieces of glitter, swirled around in the liquid inside. 

She didn’t want to inevitably settle back into her old life. It was too mindless and mundane. Wake up, work at The Wreck, sell weed to tourists, hook up with random people. It was repetitive. Christy wanted something with meaning and risk. What was the view like, perched on top of the tallest tree in the snowglobe? Sure, it had potential to fall back to the ground like all the other pieces of snow. But there was also potential to stay there, seeing things no one else could and experiencing something it hadn’t experienced before. 

Maybe Rafe was her tree. Holding her up with supportive branches, his roots deep into the soil of Tannyhill. He was here to stay, at least for now. 

Maybe it was Christy’s turn to join him.

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By four in the afternoon, Christy was done with her day. 

She woke up early, tending to her plants before locking up the two rooms and heading to work. The morning shifts were her favorite. Less asshole tourists and more local residents. Christy knew them well, making polite small talk with the older people and getting plenty of tips. Working at The Wreck was nice. It gave Christy a sense of anonymity, making her feel less like a pogue and more like a normal person. For her work shifts she cleaned up nicely, interacting with people who didn’t know about her relation to Barry or her side hustle. 

After Christy clocked out for the afternoon after her ten hour shift, she shouldered her backpack and lazily threw her apron over one shoulder. Under her work clothes she wore her swimsuit, ready for an afternoon of surfing with Rafe and his friends. 

Stepping outside into the bright sun, she saw Kiara talking with her friends. Christy liked Kiara – she was one of her closer friends, but their relationship didn’t touch the bond she had with those three boys. Christy was friendly enough with them, and she gave them a wave as she walked past. 

“Hey, Christy!” 

A voice called out behind her and she turned around to see JJ jog up to her. John B rolled his eyes as he left the group to follow Christy. “Yeah, JJ?” she asked. 

“Hey, uh, we’re going to have a kegger at the Boneyard tonight, if you’d like to come. I’d like to do some business with you.” 

“How much you want?” Christy asked, ignoring any euphemisms people often use when asking for weed. “You better claim yours now, I’m running low.” 

“You and everyone else on the island,” JJ said, smiling. “Five grams?” 

“You got it, I can bring it to you tonight.” Christy pulled her cigarette carton from her pocket, taking one out and lighting it. “By the way, tell your father it’s rude to assault people at their own home and my brother doesn’t want to see him again for some time.” 

JJ’s face dropped. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?” 

She blew out the smoke before answering. “Pinned me against a wall. Nothing that hasn’t happened before, but… B’s stressed out and it won’t be good for either of them or for us if he sees him any time soon.” Christy lowered her voice slightly. “If he needs any blow, let me know and I can be a middle man. Okay?” 

“He’s a piece of shit,” JJ muttered, not answering her question. 

“JJ,” Christy said sternly, and JJ’s wandering eyes returned to meet hers. “Give him my contact information. I’ll deal with it so you don’t have to. Okay?” 

“He’s not your problem,” JJ said, but Christy knew she got through to him as good as she could. “Thanks, Christy. I’ll see you tonight?” 

“You got it,” Christy answered, giving him a playful salute with the hand that held her cigarette. At that, they turned away from each other and she started off to where she told Rafe she would meet him to go surfing. 

The cigarette gave her a slight buzz. It felt like a warm hug, enveloping her. That little bit of pep was what she needed, coming off an early morning and long shift. Pretty soon, the pavement turned into sand, and she could see several figures ahead holding surf boards. 

“How was work, baby?” Rafe asked as she walked up to them. He pulled her into a kiss before she could answer. Christy’s hands rested on his bare shoulders, standing on her tiptoes in the sand to reach his lips. 

“It was good,” she replied. “Glad I’m here and not there, though.” 

Kelce fake gagged at her words, and Rafe rolled his eyes at him. “Fuck off, Kelce,” Rafe said, kicking sand towards him. Rafe was wearing his sea foam green board shorts, the color glowing against his tanned skin. 

“He’s just jealous,” Christy cooed, walking away from Rafe to give Kelce a hug. “It’s okay Kelce, I love you too.” 

“Oh wait a second, was that the L word?” Topper asked, breaking Christy and Kelce apart. Topper looked from Christy to Rafe, raising his eyebrows. 

Christy looked at Rafe, who jumped in. “Sure was, Top,” he said nonchalantly. “Now can we shut the fuck up and get into the water?” 

Kelce gave Christy a confused look at Rafe’s short temper, and Christy just shrugged. They had brought her board, which she left at Rafe’s house. After taking off her clothes, much to the boys’ delight, she slipped the band around her ankle and the four of them started towards the water. 

It was a good evening for waves. The water was refreshing, and it was nice to do something normal after Agatha. Rafe’s idea of a date defaulted to a ride on the Druthers, as if to wow her, followed by expensive wine and sex on the boat. It was nice, and she enjoyed it, but Christy had had sex on plenty of boats and it was never her favorite thing.

Surfing with Rafe and his friends was much more up her alley. She was a good surfer, and Rafe knew it. While they were on the water, Topper and Kelce gave him shit for having his ass owned by hers. Christy countered right back, pointing out that she was also owning their asses. It gave her a small victory: something she was better at than the kooks.

They tired quickly, and Christy mentioned the kegger at the Boneyard. “Bring Sarah, it’ll be like a double date,” she told Topper, much to Kelce’s dismay. “And Kelce, look at you. You’re gorgeous, all wet and glistening and half naked. Just stand in the water like that tonight and the girls will be all over you. I’ll make it my personal mission to find you someone.” 

The kooks were never one to turn down a party, especially one with easy pickings for both fights and girls. Topper called Sarah while they were walking back to Rafe’s truck; they put their boards in the bed and Christy climbed into the front seat, while Topper and Kelce crammed into the back of the cab. 

“She’ll come,” Topper reported. Rafe dropped off Kelce before driving to the Cameron estate.

Topper left to find Sarah, while Rafe took Christy to his bedroom. “Can I shower?” she asked, and he nodded. 

The Camerons had hot running water. Another thing she didn’t have on the Cut. It brought up those conflicting emotions again, as she remembered hearing Barry grumble about not being able to shower, which was a very non-Barry thing to complain about. Christy had insisted he use some of the distilled water she had for her plants, but he refused. 

She would have to swing back home before the party tonight to get weed, both for JJ and the tourists. Not much was left – she wanted some to keep for herself, but she needed money. 

Christy really didn’t want Rafe anywhere near her place. 

She just had to hope Barry was out, and that no one was there, or things could get bad.

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