#short or tall discourse

[iheartmoons]

stop being little bitchy babies 😊 the marauders fandom makes me want to rip all my fucking hair out. who cares if you see sirius short or tall? who 😊 cares. personally, i see sirius to be a short little babygirl ok? i think hes got this adorbs little fem face and all. (and no, it isnt feminizing of bottom men bc if it were, i would be feminising the other 'bottoms' of the fandom too, but i dont) do i give a shit if you think he's a tall bad boy with a ripped chest and a big masc personality or something? no. i don't. so shut the fuckity up :)

the thing that is pissing me off about this 'discourse' is that it's driving us back to the same issue of whether it's ok or not to see sirius as fem(me) and oh my god. SHUP UP. i was honestly disappointed that the first comment i saw today about sirius being fem as an issue was from a trans guy, because you would've thought he understood gender expression a little more. (i think because he relates to sirius or something, he feels the need to prove sirius' masculinity by making it everyone else's issue, so that no one else is allowed to hc him as anything other.) but oh well. not everyone is educated i guess. yall make me hate being in this fandom.

[roostertuftart]

Whether or not you headcanon Kyle as tall or short physically Kyle is tall in Stick of Truth aus simply because he definitely wears heels. Hope this helps.

[elvendorx]

The Remus and Sirius height discourse has become so loaded. Today I saw a post claiming that viewing Sirius as taller than Remus means that one supports jkr? (What?)

Canonically, Sirius is taller than Remus. That's just a fact. And I understand that some people don't care about canon, and that's cool!! But even if you don't give a flying fig about canon, that does not make the view that Remus is taller than Sirius any more valid than the reverse, and you can't go around telling other people that they are wrong, or worse, bad people for not agreeing with a version of the character that exists in your head?

Look I get that it would be annoying to have people inject an "ahem actually..." on posts that are clearly based on headcanons. I get that. But that is the natural consequence of taking the names/tags of characters from popular fandoms and using them for your own OCs, and the fact that these fans jump to "they must be horrible people!" as opposed to "they might be confused about my relationship with canon" is... something.

As someone who is neurodivergent, I find that the fandom that claims to love diversity has very little tolerance for people who don't understand the unwritten rules about when canon is and isn't allowed to be used as a reference point. (Somehow, we still hate Snape because canon, but all other canon is garbage?) Sorry for the rant, I'm just tired and confused.

don't be sorry at all, i think this kind of thing needs to be talked about because at its worst, this rhetoric is an attempt at emotional manipulation and censorship. nobody is ever going to 100% agree even with the exact same words on a page - this is the entire literary criticism field, most of the time variation in readings are a good thing but this isn't even a "reading", because it has no bearing on the characters, they just are or aren't a certain height, so it becomes a tool for personal agendas - "if you think sirius was tall, you're a fascist". even though those two facts are not connected, because sirius' height is never anything more than a physical description of him. and it's glaringly obvious that the people who fixate on this aren't interested in sirius as a character, just as a vehicle for their own fantasies/validation.

this is the problem that comes from people trying to put dynamics & personalities that they want to see onto characters who don't fit those moulds. the height thing doesn't actually matter, it doesn't change anything in the narrative, but it summarises the attitude towards canon which for me summarises critical reading & reading comprehension as a whole within hp fandom. i don't think canon is perfect and i don't think it's sacred but i don't understand why you would engage with something that you have to twist out of recognition in order to enjoy it.

part of the fun of fandom, for me, is finding the limits and boundaries while maintaining recognition. at the very least, even if you change everything else, character has to be consistent. you have to recognise who you're working with otherwise what are you doing here? other authors are writing and have written exactly what you want, so why do you need this character with a history and motivations and a distinctive personality to be the ideal version of you/the partner you want (because lbr, that's it!). i'm not saying that people can't use their imaginations and bend things, i do it, and people can do that by bending characters out of recognition if they want. i don't get any enjoyment out of that or see the point in it but i'm not going to try and stop people. it's the flagrant dismissal of logic and evidence that i think is a more dangerous stance when applied more widely.

it's ALWAYS the people who want remus to be taller and sirius to be tiny who have 10 million personal reasons why they need it to be that way around despite it being clear that sirius is specifically tall, and remus is of such average and nondescript height that it's never mentioned. it's nobody else's responsibility to validate anyone's projections onto a fictional character, and your personal reasons for wanting a character to behave in a way that they wouldn't isn't anybody's responsibility. i don't think these kind of people see the irony in how they're trying to force their view on everyone else even though there's direct contradiction to it, yet are claiming that people who go with that feature from the text are violent fanaticists or something.

when you question why it makes such a difference to the "big strong remus and baby boi sirius" people, it comes down to "it's cuter" or "it allows me to simplify m/m relationships into tough and cute and use physical attributes as symbols rather than thinking complexly about personality traits and dynamics." the height thing is basically one step away from top/bottom discourse and just because someone identifies as queer or relates to a character doesn't make it unproblematic. if you need to see a character who represents your specific circumstances, find one or make an original one, imo. it's not an entire fandom's job to validate individuals and it's manipulative to suggest that someone else seeing a character according to the way that character is explicitly described is an act of hatred or violence or something.

apologies if this turned into a rant of its own - i don't CARE that sirius is tall but the attitude towards minor, basic facts is wild to me. it makes no difference to me but idk why you would take being taller than snape away from sirius bc he clearly enjoys being able to tower over him. if i did want to argue that sirius' height makes a difference in the text, i'd say that sirius is tall because padfoot is also a large creature and there seems to be some kind of reflection of the human in animagus forms, whereas the whole werewolf thing is something inflicted externally rather than something that comes from within the person so remus' human height isn't reflected by his lycanthropy. but that's a whole other question i would have to research more.

[cringefaecompilation]

bitches will say "imo/dnas are gender essentialists" and then turn around and draw all the girls looking like barbie dolls and ashton looking like arnold schwarzenegger

[steelycunt]

got to be honest i find fanon s as annoying as the next guy but its always funny how people list all the fanon traits that are so terrible and then throw 'short' in there as though thats on the same level as if a person's height has anything to do with any other aspect of their character or personality. like you look stupid

[sunmoonyandstars]

hey. um. please stop judging people's morals/personalities based on their fandom preferences so easily. it's not very cool.

[gerudospiriit]

[I am once again reminded that I hate Breath of the Wild for making the Gerudo as tall as they did.

No, I will never let it go.]

[omegawizardposting]

makes all of my ships small fem bottom/big masc top specifically to piss you off

[runicsides]

i can't decide what's funnier to me, Extremely Tall virgil or Extremely Short virgil because it has to be one or the other, no in between

some background: he stands on the stairs, sits on counters and the back of the couch, so we know he already likes to be Tall

Extremely Tall virgil is funny because whenever he sits on shit to be Extra Tall he just Towers over everyone else and they have to basically break their necks to look him in the eye

Extremely Short virgil is also funny because that means thomas (and everyone else) was absolutely terrified of this tiny, tiny man. absolute pipsqueak of a man. it also means whenever he makes himself tall by sitting/standing on shit he's finally normal height. (note that whenever people look at him in canon he's at the same eye height as them despite standing on an elevated platform. point for Extremely Short virgil)

[kurjakani]

I am NOT proship OR anti that WHOLE discourse is so stupid to me and going so hard on insta SILL idk why. But people in those spaces have GOT to stop associating short = childish, thats REALLY infantalizing to short people, and i cant speak for them but id imagine to little ppl too. There are short adult people. There are tall kids! My little sister was taller than me when she was a teen & i was already an adult!

[harryshairclippy]

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[neonbutchery]

2024 bg3 discourse predictions

someone gets called out for drawing dragonborn nsfw because it's apparently zoophilic

same as before but it's about kar'niss porn

you can't romance tall races as a gnome/halfling/dwarf because that somehow implies pedophilia (they're "child-coded" because they're short)

gortash canon romance gets made but it's very controversial, leading part of the gortash fandom to embrace it and the other to reject it violently in the Great Gortash Schism of 2024

is ketheric thorm actually homophobic because he disapproved of isobel's relationship with aylin?

more "playersexuality" discourse

someone mods an entirely new romance into the game but for an unpopular niche npc that only they like and the wider fandom loses their minds and laments why they couldn't have done that for a popular, conventionally attractive npc (alfira/dammon/etc)

halsin and minthara are implied to be in a relationship in the epilogue

more ascended astarion discourse

larian comes out with official halsin body pillows (with dave jones's seal of approval)

(this is just for fun and not meant to be an attack on anyone just reporting on certain trends i have seen)

[hrts4kyo]

Hands Off. — ♤

♡ dom!intak x fem!reader x keeho (??)

♡ genre: smut. strictly, mdni. (wc; 3.6 k)

♡ sypnosis: at last, it was time to celebrate p1harmonys debut anniversary. And what better place to celebrate than at a club with all the members? You were content with the idea, excitement creeping up on you as you began to pick out outfit options. Despite Intak agreeing to go to the club, he started to have second thoughts the moment he saw what you planned to wear. Would Keeho even be able to take his eyes off of you? Intak felt sick at the thought. When you saw his expression, you knew that it was going to be a long night . . .

♡ warnings: degration (whore, slut — etc), semi-public sex, pet names, rough manhandling, mean!dom intak, unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking (hickeys, bites, etc) humiliation kink, alcohol, public masturbation, jealousy, arguing between reader and Intak.

♡ song recs: All mine — brent faiyaz + The party and the afterparty — the weeknd. ✭

“Intak, what do you think baby?” You smiled, stepping out of your walk in closet and doing a small twirl for your boyfriend that sat on the edge of the bed.

Intak looked up from his phone, his stray blonde hair swaying with his abrupt movement. The moment he laid eyes on you, he traced every inch of your body, looking all the way down from your shoulders to your ankles. His face was rather emotionless, seeming unfazed yet different from his usual reaction of “that looks beautiful sweetheart”. Right now, he was just silent.

You stood still, second guessing your own outfit as you patted down your tight black skirt and top, looking down at your tall heels.

“You look nice baby, but, your skirt is a bit short, no?” Intak looked back up at you, making piercing eye contact as he stood up to spray some cologne.

“Oh…I don’t think so? I thi—“

“It was a rhetorical question. Your skirt is short y/n.” Intak glared back.

You rolled your eyes, expecting Intak to just brush it off and ignore it for the rest of the night. Yet, looking back at it now, you wish you had just changed to save yourself.

“Whatever tak, it’s not like anyone else is going to care, It’s just you and the members.” You fixed your hair, putting in your gold hoop earrings as a finishing touch. You admired the combination of all your jewellery one last time. You were confident with your outfit, you didn’t see what Intak saw so you didn’t feel the need to change. He’d get over it.

“You’re saying that like it makes the situation any better. Do you want me to remind you of what Keeho tried to do the last time we were at the clubs?” He questioned, a mild tone of aggression settling in his voice.

You groaned, sick and tired of how Intak brought it up every chance he got.

“He was drunk. He didn’t even do anything! Stop using it against him likes hes a bad person, tak. You know how much he apologised to me, and he still does.” You sighed, grabbing your clutch and waiting at the doorway.

Intak followed right behind you, grabbing his keys off the counter.

“Yeah, and he’s going to be drunk again today. What makes you think hes not going to tell you to suck his dick tonight either?”

Your eyes widened, staying silent as Intak looked down at you. He shook his head and scoffed, opening the door for you both, allowing both of you to leave the house and head to the clubs. You decided to not bring it up once again, not wanting to get him in a worse mood than he already was in. And so you got in the car, changing the conversation to a whole other subject.

. . .

You both arrived at the club with a whole new personality, pushing aside the previous discourse that happened at the appartment. You didn’t want to ruin the night for Intak and his friends, so you chose to stay quiet, sticking to Intaks side as you both walked in and saw the other members near a booth located to the left of the club.

You were greeted by the other 5 boys excitedly, all of them already on their second drinks.

“Sorry we were late! There was a lot of traffic” You smiled, squeezing Intaks hand tighter. He looked at you, going along with the lie.

Afterall, you didn’t want the members to know how Intak was nearly at your throat for wearing your ‘slutty’ outfit.

“No dont worry, it’s okay. We’ve got some drinks on the table, come on, we have the whole night ahead of us” Jiung added, signalling towards the booth where Theo and Keeho were pouring shots down each others throats like a couple. You laughed seeing them two, causing Keeho to notice and look up after hearing you.

He stopped immediately, making Theo’s head turn as he did a little nod of approval. Keeho on the other hand was still in his seat, looking you up and down briefly while Intak wasn’t looking. Once he made eye contact with you, you cocked your eyebrow, questioning his stare. Keeho could only laugh, putting his glass down as he finally spoke up.

“Dont worry Y/n, I dont plan to get that drunk tonight.”

Before you could respond, you noticed Intaks glare at Keeho, tension building up in the air.

“Yeah you better not” Intak smiled menacingly, seriousness evident in his voice. Keeho played it off easily, nodding and offering a drink to Intak as he sat down beside him.

You followed along, sitting on the other side of the table next to Jongseob and Soul who were too busy talking to each other about some game that you had no idea about. They were still the two youngest of the group, despite them both being legal adults now. They definitely still behaved like the two teenagers you knew before, and you loved that.

You turned your head back towards tak, who was no longer staring at you and instead was chatting to Theo and Jiung about their upcoming album. Intak was too immersed to notice you sitting there in silence, awkwardly looking around the club and trying to find somewhere to go to. The booth reeked of strong alchohol, and you would definitely be lying if you said it wasn’t starting to make your head hurt.

You excused yourself quickly, telling the others you were going to make your way to the bathroom, only to get up and go to the bar so you could get yourself a glass of sparkling water. Soon after, Keeho excused himself as well, saying he was going to the bar to get some more shots for the table; part of it being true. Truth is, he knew you were going to the bar, and he could easily tell something was off. He desperately needed to know why.

You sat down on one of the stools that was hiden by the crowd; trying to make sure you were as secluded as possible in the busy club, and ordered yourself a glass of water, resting your head on your hand ss you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your instagram feed mindlessly.

Within a few minutes, you were broken out of your trance by a quick tap on your shoulder, causing you to lift your head up to see who the person was.

“Can i sit here, y/n?” Keeho asked, leaning in to your ear to make sure you can hear him over the excruciatingly loud music.

“Of course Kyo” You responded, urging him to sit down beside you.

He quickly ordered himself a virgin mary and soon turned to face you, an expression of worry plastered across his features.

“Y/n, Is everything okay with you and takki? I know he’s an amazing person so dont get me wrong, but you look…how can I say this nicely…awkward? You aren’t normally like this,” Keeho questioned, cranking his neck slightly as he tried to read your face.

You were shocked at how quickly Keeho was able to read you, especially because you thought you were hiding it really well.

“I’m fine Kyo. Tak and I just got into some discourse before we got here, that’s all.” You took a sip of your water, breaking eye contact because of the discomfort.

“What was it about?” He immediately added on, his tone slightly changing, which took you off guard.

“Well, he said my skirt was too short. And I told him it wouldn’t matter because it was just going to be us and the other guys, and well..—

“He brought me up again?” Keeho cut you off.

“Yeah.”

“That fucking dickhead..God I dont know why hes making you suffer when it wasn’t even your fault. Look, I’m so sorry I got that drunk, I genuinely didn’t mean anything like that y/n.” He apologised profusely, once again turning pink from embarrassment.

You began laughing,

“Keeho, I know. I tried to defend you but hes super super sensitive about it for some reason, Maybe it’s because hes insecure” You quickly joked, making Keeho join in on the laughter aswell.

Before you knew it, conversation began another conversation, both of you spending a good 30 minutes just joking around with each other and talking about several different subjects. Now, this scenario would’ve been fine if it was just you two, but 30 minutes with two people missing from the table was more than concerning. Especially for Intak. And to make it worse, it was you and Keeho

who weren’t there.

Intak immediately got up from the table, anger building up at the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what he’d do with you if he saw you with Keeho, and much to his expectation, there you were grabbing onto Kyo’s bicep while both of you laughed together away from the crowd. Intak somehow convinced himself that what you were doing with Keeho was intimate, and so he quickly approached you two, grabbing onto your arm harshly as he excused you and took you away before either of you could say anything in return.

Your legs tried to follow behind Intaks quick pace, dragging you through the hundreds of people that stood on the dance floor and infront of the toilet. The only place that didn’t seem to have a whole crowd infront or near it was the unisex bathrooms upstairs; hence being the place that you ended up being taken to.

As you quickly got barged into the bathroom, Intak let go of your arm roughly, making you stumble on your high heels as you straightened your posture. He locked the door and turned towards you.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled, finally gathering your composure as you stood tall.

“No y/n, What the fuck is wrong with YOU? leaving the table to talk to Keeho? God why can’t you just sit your ass down and not talk to that bastard? is it that difficult to not be a slut?” Intak retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why the fuck are you so insecure?! I don’t want Keeho for fucks sake! Maybe i should though because I know damn well he wouldn’t be this toxic and sick in the head!” You yelled.

And that’s where Intak snapped.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should y/n. If im so insecure, why dont you just go suck Keeho’s dick then? Just go fucking do it if you want to that bad.” Intak unlocked the door and looked at you dead in the eye. He jerked his head, signalling you to go out, but you didn’t budge.

“I don’t want Kyo. I wan’t you to stop bringing him up every chance you get though. It’s getting repetitive and you’re seriously embarrassing yourself getting all pissy over him” you smirked.

Intak immediately shut the door behind him and locked it, going up to you quickly as he pinned you against the wall, his hand wrapping around you neck. Your legs gave out underneath you, letting you be dragged by him once again as you found yourself gasping for air underneath his touch. Yet…you disgustingly were starting to enjoy it.

“Maybe I should put you on a fucking collar and treat you like the bitch you are then, yeah?” Intak leaned into your neck, his breath fanning across your hot skin.

His words were starting to get to your head, heat washing over you, suddenly making your skirt seem tighter than it already was.

as his grasp loosened, you found yourself mourning the loss of his touch. You wanted to feel his hands all over your body, and you wanted to give in to him and him only.

Before you could say anything, your thoughts were immediately cut off by Intak scoffing.

“Actually…if you want to play like this, how about you call Keeho here? Let him watch you while I have you all to myself?…would you enjoy it you whore?” tak planted a kiss to your neck, tracing down a line with his tongue to your nape.

You whimpered from the sensation, a puddle of arousal lining your panties. Intak continued to lap at your neck as he slowly brung his hand to your waist and then to your skirt, putting his hand in your pocket as he grabbed your phone out.

He halted his kisses as he dialed Keehos number; bringing the phone up to your face as he put him on speaker.

The ringing of the phone was starting to get excruciating, and the wait was starting to get you impatient. Intak noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs together, and swiftly brung his free hand to lift your skirt slightly. The cool air hitting your core only aroused you more, causing you to suck in air from between your teeth.

With one last ring from the phone, you heard Keehos voice on the other side of the line.

“Y/n?? Are you okay? What the fuck is going on with Intak, are you safe?” Keeho hurriedly questioned, worry building up in his voice.

You looked at Intak dead in the eye as you opened your mouth to speak up. Right as you were about to say something, Intak pressed his thumb against your heat, taking you off guard and making you let out a moan instead of words.

Keeho went silent.

“Kyo….come up stares to the unisex bathrooms,—shit” you groaned, throwing your head back as Intak pressed his hand further into your clothed and throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, okay” It seemed as though Keeho got the memo, hanging up the phone abrputly.

Intak clicked off the phone and threw it to the side, not caring whether or not the hard tiles would damage your phone. He was clearly angry still, and you did not know what this would bring you.

Within a few minutes, You heard someone knocking on the door. Intak turned around and made eye contact with you, his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine. He looked you up and down before sticking his tongue in his cheek, one of his signature memos he made when he was mad.

He swung open the door to see Keeho standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he ignored Intaks stare and instead immediately brung his eyes to you, slightly moving his head in a way to ask ‘are you okay’, you nodded.

“Is everything alright?” Keeho asked, Looking back at Intak while his voice dropped octaves.

“Everything is fine. Infact, more than fine for you. You can finally see your pretty y/n getting fucked just how you wanted. Isn’t that just fine, Yoon?”

Your eyes widened at the vulgarness of Intak. You had never seen this side of him, and weren’t even sure what to think of it anymore. Setting your thoughts aside, your mind started whirring as you wondered what tak meant when he said something about you getting fucked infront of Keeho just like he wanted?….Was this something Keeho had mentioned before? You definitely didn’t remember him saying that when he was drunk.

“What?” Your mouth gaped open, wondering what Intak meant.

“Oh? I’m guessing Keeho didn’t tell you what happened just last week then, no?” He responded, looking in between you two as he let out a snicker.

“Well y/n. I’ll do him the favour. Pretty boy Keeho here was on the phone talking to one of his friends when I overheard him saying he would enjoy watching you get fucked. word for word.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“To make it even better, he was sober. Isn’t that just enlightening y/n?” Intak said as he approached you slowly, making his way to your back.

Keeho shut the door behind him as his gaze dropped to his feet.

Intak’s hand wrapped around your waist, the other snaking around your neck once again as he tightened his grip, He bent down till he was right next to your ear.

“Why don’t we give him what he wants baby?”

And that was all it took for you to surrender to his touch.

Keeho found himself on the other side of the room, Sitting down on top of one of the counters as he finally found the courage to look you dead in the eye once again. And there you were, giving yourself in to Intak’s harsh touches, His hands toying with the hem of your skirt.

While Intak teased you, you made sure not to break eye contact with Keeho. You needed to see his reaction. More than anything else right now, you needed to know whether or not Intak was serious.

In just a short few seconds, you found Intaks hand unzipping the back of your skirt, causing it to drop and pool around your tall heels. You were now standing bare infront of Keeho and Intak, your panties being the only thing that covered your pussy.

Slowly, taks hand traced down, his fingers latching onto the top of your panties as he brung them down along with your skirt. His fingers slid down your cunt ever so slightly. You were yearning for his touch, his cold and big hands making you buck in to them as your eyes shut tightly.

“Ah, slow down sweetheart.” Intak whispered, breathing on your collarbone.

He dragged his long fingers down your pussy, bringing them up and down as you began to shake from his light touches. He was going to drag this out as much as he could.

“Please…Do something Takki…Need you so bad” You moaned, resisting the urge to rub on his hand like a bitch in heat.

“As you wish my love” and without a second thought, He began to slide his two fingers into your puckered hole, causing you to arch your back into him as he stood behind you. You sucked your breath in, your hands finding refuge on Intak’s neck as he stretched you out oh so sweetly.

“Fuck, so good” You whined. He begun to speed up his movements, his hand gathering your heat and pushing it deep into you. You could only moan at his swift movements, your body feeling to weak to press into him further. With your remaining energy, you opened up your eyes to look at Keeho, who was now slowly palming himself over his black jeans.

The sight was exotic and undoubtedly turned you on more, you found pleasure in being someones muse.

Consequently, you started to get close to your high. The feeling of having Intaks fingers plunging in and out of you while Keeho started to get breathless from looking at you was for more than you could take.

“Shit—‘m gon cum” you groaned, tightening around his fingers.

“Pretty lady wants to cum? cum for me sweetheart”

You didn’t need him to repeat his words, you immediately found yourself cumming around his fingers, your heat dripping out from between your thighs. You moaned loudly, sweat now gathering at your forehead.

“So good for me…all for me” Intak smiled, pushing his fingers into you one last time as he pulled them out with a slight ‘pop’, a string of arousal connecting his digits with your glistening pussy. You felt bare without his touch, but you didn’t have enough time to think about your loss as he brung his fingers up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around them as he swallowed your cum that had gathered on his fingers.

“So fucking sweet”

Your legs felt weak as you watched him lick every last drop of your arousal off his fingers. You craved for more, and so you asked him for more.

“Fuck me, Intak.”

And thats all it took for him to start unbuckling his pants, dropping them to the ground as his pants joined your panties and skirt that remained on the floor. You felt his hard dick press up on your ass, making you flinch slightly as he positioned himself to your dripping hole.

“Might sting a bit sweetheart.”

“Give it to me tak.”

With a slight groan, Intak begun to slide his length into your pussy, causing your hot body to latch onto him and suck him in tightly. Within the corner of your eye, you continued to watch Keeho palm himself, his breath getting caught in his throat every now and then. He looked so hot, his siren eyes staring deep into you.

Intak slowly pulled out, only to push straight back into you and press right into your gummy walls.

“Fuck, so tight baby” Intak groaned, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he continued his momentum.

You could do nothing but whimper, feeling the overwhelming heat of your previous orgasm creep up on you.

“Shit, god you feel so good” You muttered, trying to gather the energy to speak up.

Your second orgasm washed over you with no warning, causing you to tighten around Intaks dick as he groaned, reaching his own high.

“Gon cum, where do you want me” Intak grunted, pressing into your cunt one last time.

“Cum in me—please”

And then you felt hot spurts of cum pour into you, his white liquid filling you up. He fucked his cum into you harshly, making sure to breed you well.

As both of you finished, you both tried to catch your breaths as you completely forgot about the existence of Keeho. Your mind was too fogged to remember how he watched the entire thing go down, and right as you were about to say something, Intak spoke up.

“Got what you wanted, pervert?”

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[genderqueerdykes]

i understand they're not for everyone, but i do think a lot of people who are primarily exposed to queerness through online discourse would benefit from going to a queer bar and experiencing other queers having fun with each other in a distinctly queer way. i had been looking to attend a kink night at a queer bar for a while, and I finally got to go to one last night, and i'm very glad that i did. I was fortunate that the bar I went to had CBD drinks, so I could enjoy myself despite not being able to drink alcohol

there was an old woman with a rollator who set up at a table right next to the stage with free candy and snacks for everyone, but especially for the drag performers. I found that a lot of people there ended up calling her mom. she gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me to get home safe as I was leaving. she told me she'd see me next weekend, see was there every week.

there were adults of all ages there it was an underwear & animal play night, and the house was busy. drag queens and kings, bears, pups, bunnies, cats, leather people and all kinds of vanilla folks showed up. people in collars and harnesses, in jockstraps and leather briefs, on leashes, being lead around on their hands and knees. there were drag performances all throughout the nights and some of the queens included BDSM elements into their performances

i spent the night dancing with the leather puppy boys including an FTM pup who became my friend, some extremely cute old men with white hair and glittery shorts, a middle aged asian man in tiny black undies who really got into the music, an older man who looked like Freddie Mercury who was wearing tiny undies with pink straps and tall pink pumps, a lesbian couple who were fiercely making out most of the night, and a very tall person wearing a shirt that said "stay queer as fuck" with glittery rhinestoned shoes.

i saw a lot of people who were unafraid to be themselves. a lot of people who were willing to show this small slice of the world who they are, their authentic self, no matter what that meant. no one did anything that invaded my boundaries by being their authentic selves. others being loud and proud about themselves didn't drown me out. i felt more like it was okay to be who i was, too. dancing with the pups helped me realize that i'm ready to get into pup play, after questioning if it was for me for years. the exposure was healthy, it's hard to know certain things for sure until you actually put yourself out there

it's not an environment for everyone, i get that. but in whatever ways you can find it exposure to other queers in person is lifesaving, especially when you are having fun. sitting and meeting with each other and discussing what it means to be queer is important, but having fun together in a queer way is literally vital to our health and well being. just talking about being queer all the time won't nourish your soul. experiencing queer fun is necessary, especially when it comes to adults. we're need to and are allowed to have fun with each other in a distinctly queer way. it's important to embrace it when and where possible, in whatever ways make sense for you.

you'll feel a lot less self conscious when you see other people happily flying their freak flag, too

[audreyii-fic]

Side note:

In 2014 I spent a lot of time defending purity-culture fandom behavior on Tumblr. "They're young," I said, "and they have the sort of platform we" (millennials) "didn't. We would have posted the same black-and-white things at 15. No need to call them out and embarrass them; as they get more exposed to the world, they'll see the grayscale. It'll sort itself out."

Whoo, was I wrong. I massively misread the dangers in the self-selective ideological isolation of social media. I also did not foresee the effect of transitioning from webboards and Livejournal (where you were expected to define, develop, and defend your media interpretations in nested essay conversations) into streetcorner shouting platforms where conversation is impossible, let alone position refinement.

Ten years later, and not only did the 2014 15-year-olds not grow, 2024 teens are trapped in/have embraced a spiral of extremism that 2014 fandom sowed. Because no one has to look at, and certainly not discuss, anyone else's perspective, fandom discourse has become a rotted, stagnating field of strawmen. Media literacy is dead and this is how you wind up with people posting -- in total sincerity -- that liking a fictional romance between a short adult and a tall adult is endorsing pedophilia.

What a fucking mess.

[leidensygdom]

I gotta say, one of the wildest radical transphobes' talking "points" is probably bathroom discourse. I can't even put to words how utterly detached from reality it is. It's terminally online stuff.

So, bathrooms. I don't know if somehow other people's realities are somehow vastly different from mine, but I feel like the extreme clear divide between "men's" and "women's" bathrooms is just not real. Where I live, stalls are often gendered, but how much they get used in that way is far less consistent.

For example: If the place had only the space to make one bathroom accessible, it's gonna be the women's bathroom. Always. It doesn't mean only disabled women have access to bathrooms- It means that the women's bathroom is also going to be used by disabled people. And this is common. Really common. Maybe it's because the women's bathroom tends to need more space- For pad dispensers and trash cans, for baby-changing stations (yes, I hate that these are only on the women's bathroom usually), and so on. Now- You see a guy enter the women's bathroom. Are you gonna micro-analize if the guy looks disabled enough to use it, or are you going to wash your hands and go on with your life?

Again, baby-changing stations are almost always located on the women's bathroom. It sucks- It should be in all bathrooms. But it's how it is. You see a cis guy enter with a kid. Or maybe not even with a kid- Just enters, wanders around, finds the baby-changing station, gets a diaper from the dispenser and leaves. Are you gonna throw a fit or just let this guy handle his kid?

Bathrooms get cleaned on the regular. A lot of times, you may wanna go there, and get told it's being cleaned, and just get asked to use the other gender's bathroom. Cleaning can take hours. If the men's bathroom is being cleaned and everyone is now using the women's, are you going to deem the bathroom to be the world's unsafest place or are you just go take a pee and leave?

Fucking hell, sometimes the stall you want to go to is incredibly dirty. It happens. No need to get on details. Just the kind of stuff that makes you want to not use it. Or maybe it's clogged, or maybe it's not working. Maybe there's a note saying "Broken, do not enter". Do you cry about it or just go find another stall- Which may be on the other fucking gender's bathroom?

Most times I'll use whatever bathroom is available. One is busy? Ok, let me get to the other one. I'm AFAB and while I don't present femininely, I still look like a woman to most people. Have I ever been in danger because I cleaned my hands besides someone with a dick? No. Grow the fuck up. This isn't even rare. People will switch bathrooms for speed. People will switch bathrooms because one of them is out of paper. Because one of them is out of soap.

The mall in my current city recently installed "Family" bathrooms. They're not being marketed as unisex, or inclusive, or anything. Just "family" bathrooms. For everyone. They're great. It's the bathroom everyone will use- Men, women, anything in between and outside of that, kids, disabled people, etc. There's a bunch of stalls adapted to different needs. There's accessible stalls. There's pad and diaper dispensers. There's stalls that have a big toilet and a little toilet so parents can go with their kids. There's tall sinks and short sinks- So disabled people and kids can reach.

And, to nobody's surprise, there's no reports whatsoever of any sort of assault in them.

I'm just. I don't know. I'm sorry you can't detach the existence of a dick near you from immediate assault. I don't know why that changes in the context of a bathroom- I've never (in my long life of using whatever bathroom) been in danger for that. And I'm talking as someone who has had some unsavory experiences in other situations. Grow the fuck up and maybe stop basing your views on imaginary scenarios y'all need to come up with to justify your hatred of a minority. Maybe if y'all got off your keyboards and went outside for once, you'd realize bathrooms work much differently from whatever weird ideal you have formed about them.