#that seems to be today's theme

[wtftaylr]

here have some Sadie Knox (my Courier Six) infodumping bc i am insane abt her rn

Sandra "Sadie" Knox / 5'2" / 34

Sandra Knox isn't her birth name, she got her first and last name separately from books she's read over the years.

Sadie is a scientist who worked as a courier and an overcharging con-artist repairman to save up caps to fund her research. She carries a notebook with her at all times, always scribbling down notes as it helps her think and process information.

Sadie is morally gray; a bit selfish and tunnel-visioned in her ways. Once Sadie has a goal, big or small, she’ll stop at nothing to achieve whatever it is. She has a unique way with words and can get you into trouble and out of it in the same sentence. This skill has saved her ass an insurmountable amount of times.

Due to her borderline extreme goal-contentedness, despite caring for those she loves and keeps close to her, she often comes off distant. Sadie has always had a rough time showing that she cares and her gestures can come off as awkward or forced. Her autism might be (is) partially to blame for this lol. Those willing to work past this awkwardness and allow her to adjust are rewarded with a ride or die friend for life.

She's got a reserve of pent-up rage. Though she can be quite irritable from minor conveniences [ex: she drops a pencil on the ground > emotional dysregulation from adhd rises > she's LIVID- ok she's fine now], she's not one to lash out at someone she loves. Her rage is kept internal and it weighs heavily on her shoulders.

Once speaking to Yes Man [before confronting Benny], she figures trying to get in on Benny's scheme is the opportunity she's been waiting for -- the prospect of a steady flow of caps excites her.

Oh and after her visit to BIG MT, she decides to help the Doctors by occasionally bringing them Mojave shit to research.

Sadie: look at the size of this legendary deathclaw hand. These things are large and terrifying, and despite the best efforts, nests continue to pop u-- Dr. Borous: the size of that hand.... Dr. Borous: it reminds me of my time in AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL, when RICHIE MARCUS took his HAND to my FACE and BEAT ME SENSELESS behind the school. the AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL-- Sadie: [patiently waiting bc she doesnt know when, or if, it is appropriate to intervene]

[daily-odile]

hm

[mandaloriandragontrainer]

I truly believe The Dragon Prince hasn’t taken off on here the way similar animated shows have because it’s too nuanced. The number of grown adults I’ve seen get upset because neither humanity nor Xadia is portrayed as wholly good or wholly evil and they can’t just pick a side is very telling.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt:

“PSA: Girls who wear Skechers don’t give BJs”

Have some high school Everlark, Anon. They’re seniors in this, so 18 or about to turn 18 years old. RATED M.

***

Peeta smirks slightly at the ridiculous graffiti on the bathroom wall. What, he wonders, does a girl’s choice of footwear have to do with her willingness to go down on a guy?

He digs a sharpie from his book bag and uncaps it before scrawling a response.

Or maybe you’re just an asshole no one would blow anyway.

He finishes and washes his hands, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he makes his way towards his locker.

“What’s so funny?”

He glances up and blinks at Katniss Everdeen. Momentarily speechless at the sight of her, cheeks flushed and braid slightly disheveled.

“What?” he asks and she motions towards his face.

“You were smiling. That cute little smile you get when you’re amused.”

“Cute little smile?” he teases, his mouth stretching wider into a real smile. “You think my smile is cute?”

“Shut up, Peeta. It’s been six months,” Katniss mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“And what? I can’t still be in awe that the Katniss Everdeen not only actually agreed to date me but also thinks my smile is cute?”

“I’m dating you strictly for the cheese buns and the guaranteed prom date,” she retorts as she places a hand on his shoulder for balance. She works off one of her character shoes.

“I’ll take it.” He holds still for her and nods towards her feet. “Show choir practice ran late?”

“Trinket’s got a bur up her butt about the performance this weekend. You know how she gets.”

“Girls. You cannot hold back. Each movement must maximize the fabulousness of the routine!” He mimics and Katniss snorts slightly.

“I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible,” she explains why she didn’t change her shoes before leaving the choir room.

“I’ll rub your feet later,” Peeta promises quietly. Katniss’s expression softens and her eyes dart around the hall before she leans in and presses a quick peck to his lips.

“And there’s another reason why I’m dating you.”

“Don’t get too excited,” he says. “I may ask you to reciprocate tonight. My calves are still burning.”

“Coach still pushing you guys hard over that bullshit second place last week?” He nods and glances down as she tugs on her sneakers. Sketchers.

His lips quirk and she freezes with her left shoe only partially on her foot.

“There it is again. That smile.”

“It’s nothing. Dumb graffiti on the bathroom wall.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow lifts and Peeta sighs, knowing he won’t get away with distracting her again. He leans in close to whisper in her ear, even though it’s over an hour since school let out and they’re probably the only ones left in the halls.

“It says ‘PSA: Girls who wear Sketchers don’t give BJ’s.’” Katniss makes an indignant noise and Peeta chuckles lightly as he returns to his locker, finishing swapping out what he needs to finish his homework tonight. “Told you it was dumb.”

“And clearly wrong,” she says, sounding almost offended.

He shuts his locker and turns to her, amused now by how pissed off she looks. “Come on, Katniss. It’s probably just some butt hurt Nice Guy whining because no one would blow him anyway, Sketchers or not.”

“Then why were you smiling?” Katniss demands and realization of what she must be thinking about smacks him in the face. He steers her towards the doors, out into the parking lot where his beat up hand me down car is parked.

“Because I wrote something to that effect in response,” he tells her.

“Oh.” She says, but she still can’t quite meet his eyes. “So the other day, when I couldn’t… you know…”

They’ve reached his car and Peeta maneuvers them so that she’s backed up against it. He leans in close, nuzzling beneath her ear and lacing their fingers together at their sides.

“I don’t care, Katniss. How I feel about you isn’t dependent on whether or not you do something like that.”

“But… you want it,” she says softly.

“Of course I want it,” he whispers. “If it happens, I’m gonna love every second of it. But if it never happens, that won’t change the way I feel about you. Okay?”

She’s still biting her lip, but she nods and lets Peeta open the car door for her.

“Come on. Let’s get you home so we can take care of your feet.”

She climbs in and he makes his way around the car to do the same. They’re mostly quiet on the drive to her place, but when he parks in her driveway, he can’t resist leaning over to kiss her once. Just a quick little one because he knows how she feels about people seeing them. Mainly her neighbors, in this case.

“Besides,” he murmurs when they separate, “how am I gonna complain about it when you changed your mind because… what was it you said?”

He knows he’s got a shit eating grin on his face now, and Katniss is blushing and scowling at him.

“You know exactly what I said. And that smile is not cute,” she huffs, motioning towards him. But he still can’t wipe it off his face as she clambers from the car and he follows her.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget what happened when they’d gotten a little hot and heavy, tucked away in a dark corner of her backyard while her parents were working late and Prim was sleeping over at a friend’s. The sudden drop of his stomach when she tugged his shorts down and his cock bobbed up only for a dark scowl to take over her face. And Peeta started to panic that there was something off putting about his dick. Maybe he hadn’t washed well enough after practice and smelled a bit funky? He was about to suggest they try something else, about to call it off himself when she’d blurted out one of the biggest ego strokes she’s ever given him.

“How am I supposed to fit all of this in my mouth? Unhinge my jaw?”

Not that she’d never seen him before, but he supposed she’d never given much thought to sucking his dick until that moment. Her perturbation had put a rather abrupt halt to their making out, but Peeta sure as shit wasn’t gonna complain about it.

Her words had spawned an entirely new string of fantasies that had driven his frantic shower time masturbations for almost a week since it happened. Katniss getting him off with her mouth, without putting his cock in her mouth at all. Other than maybe just the tip.

Inside her house, Katniss calls out to make sure Prim’s already made it safely home on the bus, bringing him out of his memories and back to the present.

“I’m here!” Prim shouts back and Katniss double checks the notes in the kitchen so she knows when to get dinner started for her parents.

Peeta stands beside her and helps where he can. When they reach a point where Katniss can take a break, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Technically, her parents have a rule against Katniss having any boys in her room, especially when they’re not here. His palms sweat a little with nerves, that they might get caught, but this isn’t the first time they’ve broken the rules. And Prim’s already shown she won’t tattle on them.

He’s expecting her to sit on the bed and take her shoes off, but instead she locks the door and shoves Peeta back on the bed. A second time to get him to lay on his back.

“Foot massage?” he asks dumbly as she climbs on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. But then her mouth is on his and he gives up on talking. Resting his hands lightly on her hips, he follows her lead with the kisses. She’s being aggressive today and he shudders when she bites down on his bottom lip. Whimpers into her mouth when her hand slides down his body and starts palming him through his sweatpants.

“Katniss,” he whispers when she lifts her head and slides her hand back out of his pants. “Come here. I wanna taste you.”

He moves to push her hips up his body so she’s sitting on his face, but Katniss shakes her head. And then his throat constricts and dries out completely as she turns herself around, still on all fours, so her knees are on either side of his chest.

“Katniss what are you—?” He tries to ask as she shoves his sweat pants down his thighs. He obediently lifts his hips to help, hissing and gripping her thighs as she wraps one hand around his cock to pull him out of his shorts.

“I’m proving that asshole graffiti wrong,” she murmurs and Peeta’s eyes roll back in his head as her lips slide warm and wet over his tip. When he turns his head to moan into her pillow, his eyes land on her shoes, still on her feet. Her Sketchers. He’s staring at them a few minutes later when he warns her that he’s about to come. And he’s still staring at them when he resurfaces from the haze of his release, a slow smile spreading over his mouth.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 251

so like remember when i said i was gonna be mentally ill about utena

[asleepinawell]

can't believe tumblr is now more functional than twitter that was not on my bingo card for the year

[yibo-best]

Cr: 旺仔炸奶

[wormchaser]

you are complaining about complaining too much while complaining about the fact that maybe people dont like you because you complain too much while complaining about being alone. just stop complaining and do something about it. talk to people. reach out. dont just wait for someone to come to you first.

i have tried reaching out to different people in the past year or so but it never works. i understand its my own fault for letting relationships decay because of my own insecurities and issues but that doesn't mean i can just will myself to think or believe different things about myself. it's a self fulfilling prophecy ; i think people don't like me so i don't reach out so people don't like me etc . i am sure you do not want to hear me list all the things i want to say in response so i will put them in the tags.

[hyah-through-hyrule]

Person on here: *posts how trans people are mentally ill, constantly queerphobic, supports Israel, posted about how Russia should turn Ukraine into a parking lot, questioned why someone made fanart using darker skin tones*

That person: i don't know why people keep blocking me :'(

Me: yeah i can't imagine why

[oldtvandcomics]

Happy Queer Media Monday!

Today: Happiest Season (2020)

Look. If I don’t talk about this movie now, then I never will.

(Abby and Harper on their Christmas light viewing date, before The Plot really starts.)

Happiest Season is a 2020 lesbian Christmas movie notable for its famous cast. The story follows Abby and Harper, a perfectly happy couple, whose relationship is tested when they visit Harper’s family over the holidays. What Harper didn’t tell Abby until they get there: She isn’t out to her family, and is asking Abby to stay closeted, too, and pretend that they are only random roommates. Family drama ensues.

The movie was received very well when it came out. However, for once, I would like to add my own experience watching it, because I feel it might be useful:

I didn’t like it. It didn’t make me feel good. I was going through some serious conflict with my own family, and this movie kind of amplified that pain. Of course, that was me and my private life, but I had been promised a light-hearted comedy, only to be hit over the head with a rather serious story about families and their lack of acceptance. So my advice would be: DON’T EXPECT A COMEDY. It’s not escapism. If you approach this movie as a serious drama, then it is 1) really well-made and generally a good watch, and 2) has actual interesting things to say about the queer experience.

Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!

[gailyinthedark]

[kagamine-rin]

･ ˖˚ ✩♬ 𝚍𝚊-𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐~!  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 ♡ 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗 ^_~ 𝚒’𝚖 𝚊 𝟸𝟺 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐. 

♡ 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢

𝄞- i’m a classic (2008-2017) vocagirl at heart. growing up, i loved mothy’s evils series, benzene series, dark woods circus series, putin-p series, and samfree’s night series. some of my favorite producers are: numtack05, jevanniP, wowaka, dateken, signalP, sasakure.uk, samfree, junky, iroha, deco*27, hachi, and kikuo.

𝄞- this blog is for anybody that loves vocaloid, though i usually block nsfw blogs that reblog from me. this blog is safe for minors, i do not post anything explicit or nsfw. occasionally i may post unsettling/horror content relating to vocaloid. 

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thank you so much for reading and being here!!!! LOVE YA!

[website-com]

recently someone on tiktok said 'hey lets comment on random thirst traps and say 'you look just like a character from x movie!' (i forgot the name, the original one had one). like as a fun joke to invent a fake movie from the 80s.

i dont need to point out the obvious comparison here (it was far less organised because it was more about pranking people than pretending the movie was real), but it turned out to be a MARKETING STRATEGY for someones album.

[sleepinglionhearts]

Man, just saw a post about it, but renewed my frustration over work nonsense yesterday

Being like, oh, cool! It's disability pride month! We get to switch the displays in the store! I wanna make a really cool display right up front!!

Getting a cart to go start selecting books from our wide array of children's books, picture books, YA novels, adult fiction, nonfiction, etc that I know feature disabled characters and people and that I've seen sitting on the shelves for a while, our previous book buyer was always suuuuuper vocal about finding books w disabled characters, after all, representation just MATTERED SO MUCH to her,

And then being absolutely dumbfounded when we BARELY HAVE ANYTHING outside of characters w ADHD/Autism. MAYBE anxiety. PERHAPS a character has cancer. THE FAINTEST SUGGESTION of a wheelchair in one book. Huntington's? Question mark? In another? Conditions resulting in disfigurement/amputation? The concept could possibly exist in this book, uhh.. maybe...... anything else? Ha! Not on these shelves I fucking guess?!

Like.... we have a ton of books w queer rep! Different body types! Different skin tones! Teach your toddler about social justice! Transgender characters! Nonbinary characters! The alphabet but we're making it gay! At least one book, I think, with asexual characters! But no, we don't have our self-empowerment books anymore or the little guide to sexuality and disability, we have Buddhist monk advice for anxious people, but nooooo we DON'T have that cool book that talked about disability activism anymore, and definitely not in time for July!

I know she and I were at odds before she left, and I know my specifically putting "National month of..." prompts up on my desk calendar after she expressed it was "so difficult to find out what each month is the month of!" probably really irritated her, but I'm like. Appalled that she hadn't been ordering to restock for disability pride month since she always made such a big deal about having books like that in the store.

[nebulouscoffee]

Me, attending the latest in a ridiculous number of funerals this year in the place of a childhood friend who couldn't be there, watching the lifeless body of an old lady who used to make me snacks in the kitchen when I was a kid be carted away forever while my friend's mother cries and tells me she's grateful I could be there because it felt like having the support of her own daughter, hugging her and talking reassuringly and not processing a single one of these emotions: ... I am going to write soooo much fanfiction about this

[mitamicah]

I couldnt resist :'D 🤣