#strange communication

[unusualsims]

Visits from dad

[virovirokun-has-adhd]

[northstarscowboyhat]

Peepaw Starlo struggles. Autism 2 autism communication struggles.

[piixxa]

life is strange 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

[ejsuperstar]

Imagine you live in pelican town. The new farmer has been here a couple weeks now and seems to be settling in, except... He's picking the weirdest friend choices. Like sure it's not weird to befriend the local fisherman, especially when he has an interest in fishing himself, but you're pretty sure you've seen him rooting through the Saloon's garbage with the local homeless man. As well, he keeps harassing the poor guy who works at Joja even though you KNOW he doesn't want to be friends with him.

And since you're on the topic of weirdness, isn't it odd he seemingly runs everywhere at a full sprint? Or just... Eats entire raw fish while fishing for "energy reasons"...

...

Despite all that, it's too early to call him off putting or anything... He has been engaging in town traditions, and he's started helping out with the old community centre. He's probably like the rest of you. Someone with a few quirks, that will fit in with the valley great!

Surely he can't get any weirder... Right?

[visbacktattoos]

Where are my green haired chloe price simps at??? 🙏🙏

How does a hair colour change how attractive a person is its actually insane 🤭

[crypt-void]

Born to walk around in the woods, and have someone shriek in horror, exclaiming, "Good GOD, what is that thing!?"

Then, to have a group of kids make up stories about that weird dog thing that stares at you from the edge of the woods.

Forced to just be socially awkward and pay taxes.

[snuffgrls]

we need more cute guy sadists. i’m tired of big muscular men with deep voices that have an overpowering aira.. give me a sweet lookin’ cutiepie that looks like he wouldn’t harm a fly that’ll degrade me in his soft pretty voice and then beat me until i’m hardly breathing anymore, all with a serene smile on his face.

[unusualsims]

Is he... y'know... *Jojo poses*

Cosplay Max for this month's dogcrew cas challenge!! <3 @gunthermunch

[sunnydbeam]

(For Alpha) (a fun joke for ya') "What a handsome young man! Can you give us a biggg~ smile?"

bro my goodness this guy

[arthursfuckinghat]

Rdr2 photography means taking pictures at angles like this

At the cost of angles like these..

[mokulule]

A Man has Needs - Part 4

First | Masterpost

Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny) Summary: In which Jason keeps up ending up in Danny’s bed and not even for any fun reasons.

Part 4

There was nothing normal about it, but they settled into a routine of sorts.

Roughly twice a week Jason would wake up in Danny’s bed having no real recollection of how he got there. Danny would already be up and making them breakfast, usually eggs or pop tarts - though on one memorable occasion Jason had to rescue his attempt at pancakes before they caught fire.

Jason had a regular coffee mug - one with pixelated Pacman ghosts.

Depending on how tired Danny was, some days they’d mostly sit in silence, others he’d be telling Jason about his studies or fun little anecdotes about his friends both past and present.

It was nice, comfortable. A place of stolen time where Jason could just completely unwind - and he was better for it; his relationship with his family was improving leaps and bounds. In a way it was like Danny’s apartment existed on a separate plane of existence, a haven. Nothing from the outside could touch him here.

Of course good things weren’t meant to last.

Oo o oO

Jason felt like an absolute creep as he climbed in through Danny’s perpetually open bathroom window despite November bringing in the occasional frost. He’d never done this while fully aware of his actions. Silently he stepped down onto the tiles like a thief in the night. The feeling of safety that always met him in Danny’s apartment closed around him like a blanket. He near choked on a sob.

Fuck.

Two kids had died tonight because Jason had been too late. He just wanted, he needed- His mind backed away from that term. He couldn’t be alone right now.

He’d pushed everyone else away, anger spilling over for the first time in months and everyone had backed away. Jason rested his head on Danny’s bathroom door, closing his eyes in frustration.

He hadn’t wanted them to back away.

Jason huffed bitterly. How were they supposed to know, when he had spent years keeping them at arm’s length? He only had himself to blame.

Careful not to make noise he moved from the bathroom to the bedroom and there was Danny, tangled in his sheets on the bed, mouth slightly open and snoring softly. Knots he hadn’t even been aware of unwound in his shoulders. Then tensed again; he was taking advantage of Danny’s hospitality.

Not only that, he was about to undress and crawl into that bed with him, where he was sleeping. Jason turned around, he should leave.

He didn’t.

He didn’t manage even a step - pitiful.

Up there in his own apartment loomed the quiet and the thoughts. The best he could hope for up there was to work himself into exhaustion. And then there were still the nightmares.

Jason didn’t have nightmares with Danny.

Was it cowardice to not want to face those kids in his nightmares yet? If so he was a damn coward.

He let his jacket fall to the floor and it felt like his heart dropped into his stomach. Jaw clenched, he undressed mechanically. If he went into Danny’s bed clothed, that would be a breach in their routine. He would know something was different.

Goosebumps raised on his bare skin from the cold let in by the open window. Even Danny’s bedroom window was open a crack. It was one thing in September but in November? How did he sleep like this?

Jason set one knee on the bed so he could lean over and untangle Danny from his sheets. He had to roll him over to do so and he didn’t even stir. Cripes, he slept deeply.For a moment he was distracted from his guilt by worry, as he laid himself down on the side of bed that felt familiar to him at this point. Someone could easily come in here and hurt him! Then those thoughts were promptly shoved out of his brain as Danny turned back over and slung an arm around Jason’s waist. Jason’s skin tingled at the contact point and where Danny’s slow even breaths tickled his collar bones.

Slowly, Jason lowered the arm that had raised automatically at Danny’s movement and let it rest first against Danny’s arm and then his hand found his back. Jason closed his eyes, hating himself as he freed his other arm from underneath him, so he could more easily hold Danny. He buried his head in Danny’s hair and hid from the shame.

Familiar, comforting mint and frost bit at his nostrils as he breathed in. As if Danny was a drug, Jason found his worries slip away slowly, like drops of viscous liquid… falling and falling…

It was okay.

He was welcome here.

Safe. Sheltered.

Jason fell asleep.

Oo o oO

Jason awoke when Danny stirred and suddenly he found himself staring into wide blue eyes. Their faces were only inches apart. Their breaths mingled. Danny’s cheeks were red. Jason’s eyes fell to his mouth when his lips parted.

A soft gasp left Danny and then he was averting his gaze.

“You are awake,” he stated, slightly breathless a note of surprise in his voice. It was then Jason realized he had never actually seen Danny leave the bed, he always slept longer than Danny despite being a light sleeper. He cursed inwardly; he’d broken their routine after all. Jason looked away himself and lifted his arm so Danny could roll away from him. Danny did and then he spent a moment sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

Jason buried his face in Danny’s pillow, clenching his hands. He’d ruined things.

Rustling made him look. Danny had stood up, incidentally giving Jason a perfect view of his fine ass in the tight, formfitting underwear. Jason’s eyes widened and he promptly decided the pillow was the safest place to look.

Oo o oO

Danny slowly came to nice and warm in the arms of his guest. The dumpster smell was still there but not nearly as pungent as it used to be. It was helping. Danny was pleased to be helping, his core rumbled happily in his chest.

If Danny was to be completely honest these were his favorite mornings, and he felt kinda guilty about it. It was just, his guest had good arms, a good hug. Danny could wake up in his arms any morning. Actually- the thought came through his sleep-addled brain - it hadn’t been that long since last time, Danny hadn’t expected him already. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Danny was comfortable. There was a heat low in his belly. A warm body next to him. If he could just-

He shifted and promptly, rudely realized he was hard. Horrified, he looked up, to make sure his guest was still asleep. Sleepy half-lidded eyes met his. Danny felt his cheeks warm. Danny gasped softly and looked away.

“You’re awake.” He didn’t know how he sounded. Surprised certainly. He felt horrified. The moment his guest released him Danny rolled away to the edge of his bed. He sat up and buried his head in his hands. Fuck. He couldn’t believe this had happened. Had he felt it?

Go away, Danny hissed internally at his erection, which had still not gotten with the program. He wanted to scream. He was so mortified. Why of all the days they’d slept together, was the day his guest was actually awake the day Danny woke up with a fucking hard on?!

There was nothing for it, the cursed thing wasn’t going away just cause he told it to. He went to dress. Sweat pants wouldn’t do, it would show, so he found his tightest pair of jeans and pulled them on. He bit back a whimper as he zipped them up. Fuck, that was uncomfortable.

He glanced at his guest as he left the bedroom. He was staring firmly at Danny’s pillow, looking tense, uncomfortable.

Danny despaired, he’d totally noticed it. He’d ruined everything, and it had been going so well.

-

So these two idiots really need to compare notes so they're living the same story instead of two separate ones, but we all know how good they are at talking... Hope you enjoyed, tell me what you thought if you have the time? Your comments bring so much joy :D

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[thesimmings]

[januscorner]

Queer YouTubers That Don’t Suck:

So after all the horrible stuff with James Somerton you might want queer video essayists who aren’t like that. Here are some of my favorites along with my favorite videos of their’s

STRANGE ÆONS - History of Queer Women’s Symbols

Spacey Aces - Asexual Imposterism | Am I Fake?

Rainbott - Why are all Cryptids queer icons?

Lily Simpson - The Trans Boy Meets World Episode

Hana Hyperfixates - Gravity Falls and LGBTQ+ subtext: Decoding the Queercoding

Rowan Ellis - The Tedious Repetition of Coming Out Movies

Oakwyrm - A Delightful Dead End

Jessica Kellgren-Fozard - Are You a Butch, a Femme, or a Stem?

Dreamsounds - Boy Bands & Queer Feelings

[oarfishing]

i think its really interesting (read: disturbing) that we as a trans community tout the fluidity and non-binary nature of sex to transphobes (i.e. "there are more than two sexes", which is true), but then seemingly forget it when it comes to concepts like "afab transfem" and "amab transmasc"

we acknowledge that intersex people have complex relationships with sex as a gotcha when speaking with transphobes, and then accuse the same people we used as a talking point of being transphobic for having a complex relationship with sex

we say "afab" intersex women can grow beards, have heightened testosterone, have ambiguous genitalia, have low voices, be perceived as men - and then deny them the word "transfem" to describe their experiences

we say "amab" intersex men can grow breasts, have heightened estrogen, have ambiguous genitalia, have high voices, be perceived as women - and then deny them the word "transmasc" to describe their experiences

we know that the sex someone is assigned can change based on different doctors or events in their life - but then tell them that "there's a word for a cis person who identifies as their assigned sex" as if they can easily be lumped in with cis perisex people

if someone has a relationship with their sex that is not cut and dry, are they exclusively meant to use the word "intersex" to describe their experiences? are intersex people simply not allowed to use transgender language to talk about themselves?

just some thoughts