#this is from my 350 celebration

[drchucktingle]

this was a comment on one of my post from a recent live event. it was photos of joyful queer buckaroos celebrating together and proving love is real through creation, community, and a trot of love. most important I AM LITERALLY IN PHOTO AS A REAL FLESH AND BLOOD HUMAN

it got me thinking about how DEEP AND VICIOUS the irony poisoning of these early internet communities goes. the way buds like this cannot fathom someone just being a sincere person unrelated to their OWN old days of cynical posting. it is fascinating, and i will admit, sad too

despite a DECADE of work, countless live events, 350 tinglers written well before large language models were a thing, there are still people who cannot imagine someone like me could exist. it is a strange place to be. not just part of me, but my entire EXISTENCE is often gatekept

it is easy to say ‘well chuck your art IS strange’ but honestly i think it is more than that. magical realism is common. there are stories about dinosaurs and bigfeet and unicorns. this scoundrel reaction is about two unspoken things: my art is neurodivergent, and my art is queer

heres the thing: I WILL BE FINE. what concerns me is not an issue of MYSELF, it is a concern for the other young outsider buckaroos who see comments like this one and think ‘is that what they will say if i express MY unique way? will i be dehumanized like this at every turn?'

i will be honest, i cannot say that WONT happen, but i CAN say this: for as deep as this irony poisoning goes, it is slowly dying. the way i was treated at the start of my career is LIGHTYEARS DIFFERENT from the way i am treated now. there is a massive shift towards sincerity

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY. to young artists trotting up, the things that i am harassed over and doubted for and made fun of for are NOT tangental to what has made me successful, THEY ARE LITERALLY THE SAME THINGS THAT HAVE MADE ME SUCCESSFUL. YES I AM STRANGE, WHAT OF IT?

the things that you tuck away for fear of a review that says ‘there is a PROBLEM with this art because it has always been done another way’ THOSE ARE YOUR SUPERPOWERS. the gatekeepers want you to tuck those parts of yourself away because THEY TUCKED AWAY THOSE PART OF THEMSELVES

never forget that your unique way is PURE UNFILTERED 100 PERCENT ROCKET FUEL. it will stick out (maybe, if you are lucky, scoundrels will even say that someone like you could never actually be real), but sticking out isnt so bad when you are waving the flag of love.

in fact, when youre waving the flag of love, sticking out is pretty dang cool. what are flags for, after all? LOVE IS REAL BUCKAROOS. thank you for reading, and if you enjoyed this long post then please consider preordering BURY YOUR GAYS.

LETS TROT

[narafeedee]

Top 10 weight gain hacks?

In no particular order:

1. Replace everything you can with the higher calorie version. This may seem obvious but also consider alternative ingredients and increasing quantity of ingredients, for example swapping milk or water with heavy cream, adding double the butter that’s called for, etc. I know that that’s a no-brainer but it really does make a difference if you’re cooking a lot at home.

2. Surround yourself with snacks. When I shop and get a bunch of snacks, I just leave the grocery bag next to where I sit on my couch. Cookies, chips, poptarts, pastries, hand pies, you name it. So any time I’m feeling peckish or I’m just bored and need something to do, I have something within arms reach. I can mindlessly pack away an extra couple thousand calories a day this way and not even notice.

3. Create smaller goals. This one can be a little challenging, of course we all want to hit our ultimate goal as quickly as possible. But it’s so easy to get discouraged when you’re looking at a number that seems so far away. Breaking your goals up into manageable chunks makes the process quicker and more successful than lamenting over not gaining “fast enough” and losing steam. It also gives you reason to celebrate more often than if you’re only looking forward to the next 50-100lbs. For example, say you’re starting on 01/01 at 300 and your ultimate goal is 350. For the month of January your goal is to hit 310, for February it’s 320, and so on and so forth. That way you’re only really “pushing” for the gain for a few days at a time, if you even need to push at all. I hope that makes sense lol

4. That belly tapping thing actually works, lightly tap above your navel and continue tapping as you move from center to left. It may take a couple rounds of this, but in less than a minute you should feel your stomach start feeling empty again. It really really works, it’s also great for when you’re stuffed to the point where another bite will make you sick - just do the tapping thing and the pain and nausea dissipates. I don’t know the science behind this but it’s something I use on a weekly basis and has been a lifesaver.

5. Diet soda. I’ve always been a Diet Coke addict but I’ve found in my gaining journey that the days I drink Diet Coke I am OBSESSED with sweets and sugary treats. Otherwise I’m not too into sweet things, but when I’m chugging aspartame? Oh god it’s game over, I’d eat straight sugar if I had to.

6. Buy the bigger clothes in advance and wear them. This one is hit or miss, cause I love feeling my clothes bursting at the seams, but on the other hand it takes a lot of effort to get super fat and maintain it, so being comfortable as possible is also a must. I do wear the super tight ones still too, but I alternate depending on the day. If you have clothes that are (temporarily) loose on you, not only will you be comfortable but you’ll also have the added benefit of feeling yourself outgrow those too, which to me is more impressive than outgrowing something that was already a little snug.

7. Preset meals; if you’re a fast food junkie like I am and eat every one of your meals out of a greasy brown bag, this is a game changer. Spend a little time making lists of what you like from fast food places and their respective calorie counts. Then come up with realistic 2000+ calorie meals from that. Not stuffings so much as just a casual everyday lunch. So if you know that you need to hit a minimum calories per day, it’s super quick to order exactly what you need and you don’t have to put any effort into it. A lot of apps let you save your favorites to a separate list anyhow.

8. Fast food apps. If you don’t have a rewards app for every fast food place in a 20 mile radius of your home, are you even a feedee? All jokes aside, the amount of free or deeply discounted food I get every day is insane and I am so proud of my points balances lol this is one of my top hacks, I eat so much fast food anyway why wouldn’t I reap the rewards from that?

9. Eat before bed. Most of my eating happens within 2 hours of me falling asleep at night. I would conservatively say half of my daily calorie intake happens in the evening. It works, do it.

10. I’ve been gatekeeping this website for the last 9.5 years, but this is the most accurate calorie calculator I’ve ever used. It tells you your estimated weight over the next few months based on your body metrics and estimated calorie intake (or rather your daily goal lol) and has been consistently accurate for me in my gaining. I use it to plan my gains/other feedees gains and our daily and weekly calorie goals 😉

[celestialhole]

Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

[firetfly]

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[wonuwrites]

Hiiiii 💖 I love your writing! I have a suggestion. Wonwoo and y/n at dinner with the members. Both are lightweights and both get a little tipsy. The members either coo, roll their eyes, or do their best to help while they take care of drunk shy Wonwoo who is taking care of drunk shy y/n. You can do it with another member if you like (Wonu's my bias right now and I don't think he drinks as much as the others). Anyway no pressure, thank you! love, @mykpopficblog

DRUNK WONU MAKES BRAIN GO BRRR I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS~~~ also thank you so much for the request and compliment <33 it means a lot <3

Warnings: fluffy, mentions alcohol, mentions light teasings, suggestive if you squint and lean forward a bit, basically just a fluffy one shot/drabble

Words: 350 words.

If you want a song just listen to this album tbh bc both Wonwoo x Reader are down bad for each other. (I was listening to End Game, So It Goes, and Dress while writing tho xo)

You were not one who drank often. Anyone who knew you knew this. Alcohol and you were not best friends. You were a textbook lightweight and tonight you proved it. You tried to hang and drink with Mingyu and Seokmin's significant others but after about two Somaek's (Soju + Beer) you were feeling it.

Tonight, Seventeen, their management, their friends, and their significant others were celebrating the new album release and had just finished listening to the album and now you were all celebrating.

You took another sip of your Somaek and made eye contact with your equally lightweight boyfriend who was sitting at the bar next to Chan who was teasing him for already feeling whatever he had been drinking. Your tipsy brain had just thought that maybe he needed some saving so you attempted to make your way over to him only to falling in the process.

"Aigoo" Seokmin's partner coo'd before laughing along with you and Mingyu's partner. Wonwoo quickly got up concerned at you being a mess and attempted to wobble over to you to make sure you were okay. This caused the rest of Seventeen to have divided reactions.

Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Minghao were concerned for their hyung while Seokmin, Chan, Seungcheol, and Jisoo all laughed at his antics.

You looked up at Wonwoo who was just staring at you with a soft smile while asking if you were okay. For a moment it was just you and him, him and you. Your best friend and his best friend. It made your heart swell and get a bit teary eyed which to anyone else would be confusing especially because you were just laughing, but Wonwoo understood what was going on.

He helped you up from the floor and gave you a quick peck before leading you back to where he was sitting next to Chan. He loved you so much and you loved him. The rest of the night, both of you just snuggled at the table while watching everyone laugh and continue to drink. You both felt so much peace and it was wonderful.

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I struggled having inspiration to write this. Might make a part 2 when I get more inspo xo

[takes1]

nishinoya x childhoodfriend!reader

something cute and simple. love this guy

warnings. none! details. sfw / fluff / gn!reader / childhood friends / good ending / multipart series / 350 words 🤍 haikyuu collection / part two here more links. my ao3, my other stuff. request box

"Thank ya," Coach Ukai croaked, his jacket already on, a cigarette ready to light between his teeth.

He fit a cap onto his head and lingered at the door, "I'm trainin' that new kid, (L/n)-- I told'ja 'bout them a bit ago- I think."

His brow worked with brief recall, but at the empty look on his coworker's face, he shook his head and lit his habit. He held it loosely out the open gym door.

"Well, that's great you'll finally have some help around there," Mr. Takeda nodded, more than understanding and considerate to his early departure from practice.

He was about to wish him safe travels.

"(L/n)?"

Yuu had a fly-away ball on his hip, a light but noticeable sweat across his smooth features, and a razor-sharp focus on the conversation that wasn't even his to listen to, let alone ask about.

Tennis shoe squeaks and quick shouts filled a delicate silence. Takeda looked to Ukai, plainly conceding to his social authority.

Ukai didn't understand this impolite and sudden interjection, but found it amusing enough to raise a brow at. He grinned and nodded.

"As in (L/n), (F/n)??" Yuu's concentration was intense. He watched listlessly for the earliest sign of confirmation.

Ukai gave a glance to Takeda, who knew no more than him, and gave a chuckly and slow, "Y-eah, what's it matter--,"

He couldn't finish his question, and didn't try, because Yuu's tendency to celebrate good news loudly and quickly was to be expected. It could only be worked around with patience and quiet.

This bundle of energy bounced from Hinata to Tanaka on the nearside of the net, actively ruining two good practice receives.

Yet, his shouting did not give a single clue as to why he cared or why it was worth such a big reaction.

More than curious now, Ukai repeated slower and clearer with crossed arms, "And what's it to ya?"

Both hands slid down the sides of his head, his mind spinning with memories, reprising emotions, and an exorbitant, tingly flood of new hope's possibilities.

"We grew up together," He said mostly to himself.

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[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: could you write about reader and erling making out and cuddling on his couch after he won a game? yesterday’s derby had my mind going to places. thank you! (anonymous)

Word Count: 350 words

(author's note: i love writing for haaland !! thanks for the request, sweetheart 🩷 sorry it's quite short !!)

For Erling, the post-match celebration he enjoyed the most was being cuddled up with the love of his life on their living room sofa. All the pressure of the game just melted away, and he could finally feel at peace.

Stepping out of his car and locking the door, he gently opened the front door to the house he shared with his wife. Unsure as to whether she was asleep, he kept his noise to a minimum until he heard the pattering of two feet coming down the hallway.

“Erl baby, is that you?" She called out down the corridor.

She finally appeared in the entryway of their home and ran up to him. He swept her up off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms moved to circle his neck as she nestled into his shoulder.

“I missed you.” Erling said simply, enjoying the feeling of having his favourite girl back in his arms.

“I missed you too, but I’m so proud of you. You make winning games look easy.” She said, letting out a small laugh.

He pulled her impossibly closer as he dropped his bag and walked over to the living room, still carrying her in his arms like she weighed nothing.

Erling sat down on the sofa with Y/N in his lap. He used his hand to gently turn her head towards him and pressed a gentle kiss onto her lips.

As he pulled away, he sighed, “I hate being away from you, even if it is to play football.”

She smiled up at him, “I’m not going anywhere, my love. You’ll always have me to come back home to.”

He pressed another kiss to her lips, but it was more feverish this time. Almost like if he pulled away she’d disappear. Erling was just so in love with her, and he needed her to know it.

“If I didn’t have you to come home to, I think I would lose my mind.”

The pair remained in each other's arms, eventually falling asleep in the peaceful company of one another.

[w-wolfhard]

hi would u write for rodrick heffley? i’m living off of crumbs lmaoooo

paring : rodrick heffley x f!reader.

warning(s) : none.

a/n : yall oh em gee i havent been on tumblr in so long holy shit😭 missed y'all😪 also i'm writing f!reader cus thats what im used to but if ya need me to write it differently i could try and do so 🫡🫡

in which y/n & rodrick try to bake cookies for a thanksgiving party but fail horribly.

it was thanksgiving weekend and rodrick's family next door was throwing a party. everyone had to bring a dish if they wanted to enter, so there you were; in your house next door, trying to bake a batch of last minute cookies with rodrick.

he pulled out the cookie dough from the fridge, slapping the package on the counter, "soooo.." he sighed. "do you know how to do this?" rodrick questioned, looking at the package of cookie dough as if it were a question from his previous math test.

"sure i do!" you said hesitantly. "you just have to– i dunno." you sighed as well.

"well okay.. that's fine. that's alright! neither of us know how to bake fucking cookies but that's decent!" he tried to be enthusiastic but he just sounded stupid.

"rodrick no, we're being fucking dumb. we don't even have to make the cookie dough. how are we gonna fuck this up if the cookie dough is already made?!" you rambled, slapping the cookie dough.

"i don't know man! it's you and i, and we could never cook!"

"we've never even tried cooking, dumbass!" you slapped your forehead. "y'know what, directions exist for a reason; let's read the directions." you told him, taking a deep breath.

"nuh-uh! directions are for babies, y/n. we're highschoolers, we can do this without that dumb shit." he scoffed.

"yeah, we're highschoolers that don't know how to bake cookies," you bit the inside of your cheek. "if you don't wanna read the directions then be the director! go on, i'll follow."

"fine! then i will," he folded his arms. "why dont we just roll up the cookie dough into a ball, place it on a paper plate then pop it in the oven?" he said proudly. "ya ever thought of that smartass?"

"i'm glad i haven't, 'cause what in the world kind of plan was that. you sound like a kindergartener rodrick." you narrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you offended. "seriously?! a big ball of cookie dough, on a paper plate, in the oven? we'll blow up or something!"

"will not!" he argued.

"gosh, i'm dating someone insane," you muttered.

"well do you got a better plan? 'cause if you do, i'd like to hear it." rodrick scoffed.

"how 'bout we, i dunno, read the directions?"

he groaned, giving in. "fine. just so we can get this over with so we could finally feast back at my house."

you chuckled and picked up the package, reading what it says; step #1 – get a trey. step #2 – put small pieces of dough onto the trey. step #3 – bake the cookies in the oven at 350° for 10-12 minutes. step #4 – take them out let them sit for a bit & feast on your cookies!

"that's basically what i said—"

"that's the complete opposite of what you said." you cut him off, shaking your head. you both did as the directions said; rodrick handed you the trey and you covered it with parchment paper while rodrick was preheating the oven. you and rodrick made small balls of dough together and placed them on the trey, spaced out good enough.

once they finished doing all that, rodrick popped the trey of cookies into the oven and closed it. once they finished, they pumped their fists in the air, celebrating. "woohoo! we so just did that!" you gave him a high five.

"definitely! i can't wait for them to be done!"

"yup, then we can finally go to your place and feast on the funnel cake your mom made." you licked your lips.

you both cheered and went over to the couch in your living room and watched tv. you guys were so indulged in the movie that was playing that you forgot about the cookies. except the smell reminded the both of you. "rodrick! the cookies!" it's definitely been over 10-12 minutes since you guys last popped those in the oven.

"fuckfuckfuck" rodrick hurriedly took out the cookies which looked burnt but still looked edible. you both sighed, "well we tried?"

"did we rodrick, did we?"

"yes we did." he nodded slowly. " atleast that's what we'll tell them," he chortled, grabbing two paper plates and stacking the cookies on it neatly, he made his way to the front door while you followed. he handed you one of the plates, as he unlocked the front door, "after you m'lady."

"never call me that again," you both laughed and he shut the door behind him locking it. he picked a cookie from the top of the stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving?"

you chuckled and grabbed the cookie on the top of your stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving." you clinged your cookies together and then took a bite.

god were they burnt.

you both forced yourselves to choke it down. "i'll stick to your mom's funnel cake." you sighed as rodrick unlocked his front door.

"yeah same."

susan answered with a grin, "hello y/n! come in, come in!" she stared down at your cookies and her grin morphed into a different look, "are those edible?" she motioned to the cookies in your guys' hands.

"well yeah, but i advise that you don't eat them. leave it to the little ones to chow it down." you snorted and rodrick nodded in agreement.

[rosaadiazs]

260 followers event

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thank you guys for 260 followers!! It's so crazy to me that there's so many of you here 💕 I love each and every one of you so much <33

my intro post

SPEAK NOW: I'll give you a song that fits your vibe

GUTS (mutuals only): I'll make you a moodboard of a character, place (must be from a fandom I know), or based on your blog

SUPERACHE (mutuals only): I'll make you icons of a celebrity/character

GOOD RIDDANCE: I'll assign you a fictional character

THE GOOD WITCH: I'll give you an outfit from pinterest

AURORA: I'll give you a book recommendation (either from my tbr or from whatever I have read) or a tv show/movie recommendation

MELODRAMA: I'll write a personalized letter for you

• the event will end on may 3rd

• some requests will take time, but I will answer all of them <33

• dividers are by @/saradika-graphics

• credits to @urbanflorals <3 some of these are inspired by her 350 followers event 💕

tagging some mutuals: @clarabowmp3 @bazkrekkers @captorsicallfriends @firebrand-witch @that-multi-fandom-hijabi @bleechella @buticanfixhernoreallyican @basic-bitch-alkali @timeless-pdf @snixx @hazellevessque @in-the-sweet-november-rain

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[planetofsnarfs]

When a child dies – any child – the loss is incalculable. There’s the loss of a son or daughter, a sibling, a cousin, a best friend. There’s a loss of a life, snuffed out before its time. The loss of a future – who knows what that child could have accomplished? 

And when that child dies, particularly under horrific circumstances, there is a loss of innocence for all of us, regardless of whether we knew that child or not. Among the first impulses for anyone with a heart who wishes to protect other children is to find a way – any way – to prevent a loss like that from happening again.

The hyper-cruel antithesis of this is what’s going on right now in Oklahoma in the wake of 16-year-old Nex Benedict’s death. As we first reported, Nex, a transgender sophomore at Owasso High School, was brutally beaten by other students in a school bathroom and died the following day. The incident has drawn national attention – but not nearly enough, in my opinion – with many attributing the violent act to a culture of transphobia they say is being stoked by state officials.

Days before Nex’s death, The Oklahoman reported that there were a whopping 50 bills in the state legislature targeting LGBTQ+ people. The state ranks 48th in both education and health care. Don’t you think the state legislature and state government officials have better things to do than sow queer hate among its citizens? 

One of those state officials is the superintendent of public instruction, Ryan Walters. Even before Nex’s death, Walters was virulently anti-LGBTQ+. More than 350 LGBTQ+ organizations, activists, and celebrities urged his removal from office after Nex died, saying he has encouraged “a climate of hate and bigotry” throughout his career. Nex’s death didn’t stop him from fanning the flames of hate.

Walters poured salt into a festering wound, telling The New York Times, “There's not multiple genders. There’s two. That’s how God created us.” He added that he did not believe that nonbinary or transgender people exist and that the state would not let students use names or pronouns other than those matching their birth records.

It seems the goal of the official responses around Nex’s death has been to protect those who bullied and beat him. Police were quick to release initial reports saying that Nex "did not die as a result of trauma."

It’s important to note that school officials did not reprimand, sanction, or report to authorities the students who critically harmed Nex. “No report of the incident was made to the Owasso Police Department prior to the notification at the hospital,” Chief Dan Yancey told The Advocate.

The police jumped out over their skis with their initial statement, which raised eyebrows. In fact, Sue Benedict, who was Nex’s adoptive mother, told the news site Popular Information that a statement released by the Owasso Police was a “big cover."

Parents and other members of the public expressed outrage over how the school was handling the response to Nex’s death, particularly pointing out that protecting queer kids and making sure that it didn’t happen again was not a priority for the school board. “Apparently people don’t feel safe here. I can’t imagine why at all,” public commenter Walter Masterson said at the first Owasso school board meeting after Nex's death. “A more 'woke' school board would see the death of a child and work to make sure it never happens again. Not this board.” 

Then, along comes the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner in Oklahoma, which concluded that Nex died by suicide. The medical examiner’s one-page summary report identifies the cause of death as combined toxicity from diphenhydramine (Benadryl) and fluoxetine (Prozac). Noticeably absent from the report were all the injuries Nex incurred the day before.

My colleague Christopher Wiggins was once a paramedic. When he saw the cause of death was attributed to two very common medications, he decided to investigate. He’s a damn good reporter, and his suspicions regarding the report were justified. He reached out to two toxicology experts, who first made it clear that they weren’t privy to Nex’s autopsy report; however, they told Christopher that the risk of death from these medications, especially when used as directed, is extraordinarily low.

In response to the coroner’s report, GLAAD President and CEO Sarah Kate Ellis said in a statement, “Nex’s family accurately notes how the report released this week does not reflect the full picture of what happened to Nex and continues to urge accountability of those who failed to keep Nex and all students in Oklahoma safe from bullying, harassment, assault, and most brutally, death.”

Now you have this full picture of all those involved, coupled with a backdrop of hate. Taken in its totality, the reaction to Nex’s death shows that a corrupt, do-nothing clique is part of a deceptive lie and cover-up that shows they did nothing, zero, zilch to protect the life of Nex or any child like him. The authorities' only goal is to protect the perpetrators, not just those who attacked Nex but all those who will be emboldened to beat others just like Nex in the future in school bathrooms throughout the state.

The grossly deceptive response to Nex’s death makes the state of Oklahoma a breeding ground for the bullying – and for beating to injury or death – of LGBTQ+ kids. What the state is doing goes against all we know about protecting vulnerable children. 

If the state legislature pushes hate bills, if state officials spew hate, if local authorities and administrators cover up hate, then you create this breeding ground. You create an atmosphere where that hate explodes, like it did with Nex, and you use hate to demean the victim and ennoble the haters.

Suicide rates among LGBTQ+ youth are astronomically high. If Nex ultimately did commit suicide -- and this initial autopsy report does not make a convincing case -- then Oklahoma officials still deserve to be held accountable. Oklahoma's LGBTQ+ suicide prevention line saw a 230 percent increase in calls after the cause of Nex's death was revealed by the coroner. As transgender activist Ari Drennan noted, in a climate of anti-trans hate, "every trans suicide is a murder." 

But if Nex's death was ruled a suicide to avoid addressing anti-LGBTQ+ bullying, Oklahoma officials have crossed a line. Using suicide as a cover, as a deception, should be a crime.

It is worth repeating the ominous words of Walters that nonbinary or transgender people don’t exist. That means, in Walters’s world, Nex never existed. And if Nex never existed, how would Walters and other officials associated with him be able to objectively investigate Nex’s death?

All of which means that Nex’s autopsy report is a lie and a facade. Null and void. Plain and simple. Nex and his family deserve so much more, and we need to keep protesting loudly until we get the truth.

[zablife]

Pretty When You Cry

Summary: Tommy likes to give you pleasure to the point of pain for one specific goal, to watch you cry.

Author's Note: For @jomarch-wannabe 350 follower celebration. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's "Pretty When You Cry." Congrats, darl!

Warnings: 🔞, dom Tommy, bondage, overstimulation, crying kink

Outside your window, all the pretty stars were shining in the sky. Inside, there was a darkness in Tommy's crystalline blue eyes as he teased and tortured little whimpers and moans from your exhausted body. "How much more can you take, love?” he whispered at your ear, but you couldn’t answer too far gone to tell. 

Your full lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten your parched mouth as your chest heaved for breath. You tugged slightly against the silk ties at your wrists, Tommy watching you carefully from above, enchanting you with promises of more. Whether or not you could withstand it was the question. Would you call out your safe word to him or allow him to continue to the point you knew he loved most? Give him the ultimate pleasure he desired?

He ran the back of his hand along your ribs, feeling your breath rise and fall against his knuckles before turning his palm against your hip and forcing you back down to the mattress. “You can take it,” he coaxed, but the sweetness had gone from his voice, raw need replacing his earlier gentleness. 

His large fingers slipped between your slick folds as you gasped, “I can’t do it…I can’t.” Your head lolled from side to side on the soft pillow Tommy had placed beneath your delicate neck at the start of the evening, locks splayed out beneath you. The tendrils were now stuck to your forehead and neck with sweat after hours of him sending you over the edge of bliss, asking for just one more little death...and that's what each felt like, a tiny piece of you leaving with every quaking breath. He was the greediest lover you’d ever had, demanding to see your toes curl and your thighs quiver until you were reduced to tears. 

It was one night three years ago when he realized he held this power over you. Forcing your legs open and lapping at your swollen clit for more, he’d become so intoxicated at the view of you shaking and crying with your final release, it had sent him into his own powerful orgasm without so much as a touch from you. “You’re the girl of my dreams,” he proclaimed, watching the salty tears bathe your cheeks as you writhed on the bed, completely overstimulated.

He knew how to achieve it with perfect precision now... if you were willing. Some nights you called out and he was forced to stop, but tonight you bit down hard on your lip, enduring the bombardment of overwhelming pleasure just for him. “You alright sweetheart?” he teased in a low rumble that made your insides turn to jelly.

“Mmm-hmm,” you managed in a pathetic mewl, lifting your head, eyelids fluttering to barely contain what he knew would surely break free in seconds. 

As the pad of his thumb traced tight circles over your clit he watched your blown out pupils. “Going to give me everyhing I want? Will you be my good girl?” he begged. And you gulped as you tried to hold it in.

“Yes, Tommy, I’m you’re girl...always your good girl,” you mumbled as pleasure fogged your brain. Finally you gave yourself over to the sensation, rocking your hips against his palm. 

“That's it, darling. Take what you need," he goaded you, watching your face contort in pleasure bordering on pain. He was the devil, tempting you to push yourself beyond what you were capable of. The vibrations of his voice hummed within you and your body tensed suddenly. Your back arched and Tommy leaned in to taste you, sucking your little bud to make the feeling even more intense. “No, no, no” you whimpered, but it was too late as the damn broke within you. You were cumming in waves that made you hot then cold, body practically convulsing under his touch. Crossing the line into torture, it was too much. Hot tears flowed from your eyes and trickled down the apples of your rosy cheeks, flushed a bright pink from overexertion. 

Tommy looked up at you, mouth agape in silent appreciation. “F-fuck” he stuttered at your beauty, before coming to untie you and collect you in his arms. He pressed kisses to your temple and down to the corners of your mouth as you collapsed against him, praising you. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

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[lunarbuck]

Soulmate AU Writing Challenge

hello hello hello! to celebrate my 2k follower milestone i've decided to try my hand at running a writing challenge :) Please make sure to read the instructions and have fun!!!

this challenge is 18+ only so minors do not interact/participate

Now let's get into it 🌙

Time frame: August 9 - September 13

Instructions: Select your favorite trope/au from the list and message/send me an ask to claim! I will add more to the list if I need to.

Your fic can be any word count, but please use the read more after 350 words. These can be fluffy, smutty, angsty, dark, literally whatever, but I ask that you refrain from including scat, piss, or ageplay. Make sure to properly tag your fics!!!!

You do not have to be following me to participate

When you post your fic, please tag me so I can reblog and make a masterlist!! I hope you guys have fun, I can't wait to read what you all come up with <3

✨AU/Trope List✨

Every so often you will get flashes of what your soulmate is seeing at the time, however your soulmate does not know when it happens. @mrsmischief209

You have the first words your soulmate says to you somewhere on your body (and vice versa). @onceuponastory

You have your soulmate’s name somewhere on your body. @mischief-dream

Everyone is able to see each other’s aura. You and your soulmate have the same-colored aura, and you will stop seeing auras altogether after you meet them.

You can communicate telepathically with your soulmate. @angrythingstarlight

Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own. @wishfulstargazer

You can feel what your soulmate is feeling (and vice versa). @vase-of-lilies

Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

You have a clock that counts down until you meet your soulmate.

You and your soulmate share matching tattoos. @americas-ass-writing

You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet. @seleswrites

You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors. @writing-for-marvel

Your soulmate’s scars appear on your body (and vice versa). @buckets-and-trees

You have a compass on your body that leads you to where your soulmate is. @flordeamatista

You have the date that you’ll meet your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body. @indyluckycharlie

You have a tattoo that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling. @jbucb

The only thing you remember from your past life is the face of your soulmate. @she-wolf09231982

You share a dream with your soulmate when you’re both asleep. @navybrat817

You can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes, which will lead you to your soulmate. @sgt-seabass

Everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate. @princessphilly

You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger. @pluvia-b

You have a tattoo of how old your soulmate will be when you meet. @thecubanator2

You have a tattoo of your soulmate’s initials. @vonalyn

Once a year, starting on your 16th birthday, soulmates swap bodies for a day if they have not met yet. @rainisawriter

You cannot feel pain until you meet/touch your soulmate. @nickfowlerrr

Tagging some mutuals who might be interested (no pressure obviously lol)

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[jinxxsims]

So, it turns out that shadowbans are a thing on Tumblr, and I’ve been battling one since my last post here. I don’t know when or why my account was shadowbanned... I’ve only been here a few months, have only made a few posts, and haven’t even gotten near any lines in order to cross them, but for some reason my account was kind of locked. I couldn’t reply to posts, I couldn’t send messages, I couldn’t receive messages, I don’t even think my follows were working properly. I sent numerous tickets to support and hounded them on twitter, and finally I think everything is working as is... so let’s celebrate that and the fact that I’ve reached 350 followers with a download!

Today I’m offering up some punching bags converted from the Sims 4 base game, Spa Day, and Werewolves packs. These are cloned from a one-tile punching bag by @honeywell-mts (thank you!) and will earn your sim fitness points while being used. Because of that, I think they require Freetime.

All the original recolors of the bags are included. The individual files download contains previews of each recolor, so you can pick and choose what you want to keep. The merged files is just the five bags with all their recolors included. You only need to download one. 

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[sp00kymulderr]

Gideon! My Ezra bae! 🖤

Congrats on your milestone, so deserved! Everyone needs to know how amazing you are! 🥰

To celebrate, I'd love you to write something with a Pedro Boy.

Let's go with the prompt "be one with me" and of course, we have to have our mutual husband, Ezra. Up to you if you want to make it smutty or not.

Love you! 🖤

Hi my wonderful Ezra bae! Thank you for this, I always love to write about our husband.

Ezra x gn!reader

18+ for sexual themes

350-ish words

"Ezra" you sigh against his skin. Warm, sticky, your bodies tangled.

You may never untangle from him, not after this night. Not after this world you two have built - the tiny quarters on the station you were calling home for a few short days now feeling more like some glowing slice of paradise.

And not just glowing but dazzling, bright and brilliant. That was Ezra, from the first moment you had known of him, cycles ago. Kevva, if you had only let this happen back then. If you had only let yourself go. Let yourself be...

"Be one with me" He'd whispered, that silken voice as his breath glided against your ear.

And you had rejected him, the first time. Denied what would eventually be the only thing you truly wanted. You didn't want to make yourself vulnerable to him. You were afraid in ways you think he never had been.

"Be one with me" He had repeated tonight, but the tone was different, the desire had changed. It had been a cocky, sure request back then, now it felt like a desperation. A need he had been holding on to for too long, like the words slipped his enticing lips before he could even think to pull them back.

"Be one with me, be one with me, be..." In your ear again and again, the puff of his breath too hot on your burning body as he took you apart, put you back together. You'd hear so many words from him in your time together, but none spoken like this. Like a prayer to the goddess. Like he would not survive them.

The falter of his hips, the rush of a gasp shuddering through his body. Spellbound by you. Too long. It had all taken too long and now it had been over too soon.

He tucks in to you, glistening bodies pressed so close. You breathe his name, he whispers yours against you.

It's like a piece of you that has been missing for a lifetime is returned to you, you realise.

Finally, you are whole and you are one.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Mommy’s Birthday~ Narcissa Black(Divorced) xFem Reader

Happy Birthday Cissy!!! For all my nerds (; heres the info- Post War, Narcissa divorced Lucius. Draco and Narcissa on same page with divorce and all. Draco married to Astoria Greengrass, canon to book. Set during and after new years of 1998. Narcissa’s birthday is January 1, born in 1955, turning 43. We love a Capricorn bitch. Oh and establishled relatonship between Narcissa and reader.

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, implied sex, implied age gap, happy endings, Narcissa getting the relationship she deserves, heartwarming

Short blurb- around 350 words

Enjoy (; 

It had been about 6 months since the second war.

You and Narcissa had finally become official (after years of secrecy) and after Cissy’s divorce from Lucius. You two had bought two small houses, one in the city and a cottage in the country.

You were celebrating new years with a little get together in the your shared cottage. Draco and Astoria had come to celebrate, and the night went splendid. You all had dinner and then chatted over some wine while for the clock to strike 12. 

Soon enough the clock announced that it was officially the new year, 1998 had arrived!

You all clinked your glasses in celebration. You looked over to Cissy and exclaimed “Happy Birthday, baby!” 

“Aw, why thank you my darling...” she purred, quite tipsy from the wine, as was obvious by her next action...

She crashed her lips into yours rather lustfully you’d say.

And this was right in front of Draco who just stood there in awe for a second, before his faced quickly screwed up into disgust. 

“Ewww, mother, please not here!” Draco exclaimed as Astoria couldn’t stop laughing at Draco's embarrassment.

Cissy chuckled “Well then I suggest you leave Draco, before you see even more”.

Draco was out the door wishing you both a lovely new years in seconds, dragging a hysterical Astoria along with him. 

You both stood there just taking each other in, and then you both burst out in laughter.

Once you got a hold on your breathing you whispered to Cissy “Y’know, I’ve got a birthday surprise for you” while wiggling your eyebrows at her suggestively.

She laughed again God, was her laugh intoxicating... 

“And what would that be, my darling?” she purred back. 

“Me.” you purred back, a flood of confidence rushing through you. 

“My present is you? Oh my, your gonna regret this, love...” Cissy chuckled.

You responded by lifting up your dress to show her your newly bought black lingerie set.

Cissy gasped “And it comes wrapped! My my...”

She looked at you with drunken, lustful eyes “Bedroom now.” she sternly purred, and you gladly followed. 

[storyofmychoices]

#PlantLove

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart (earlyish in their relationship) Word Count: >350 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff A/N: just a silly drabble inspired by Holland's Instagram ❤️

Synopsis: Olivia celebrates National Houseplant Appreciation Day.

"What's all this?" Bryce asked his brow furrowing in confusion despite the smile spreading on his lips at the sight of her.

Olivia looked up from her leafy friends, her eyes sparkling. "It's National Houseplant Appreciation Day! I thought I'd give each of my green friends some one-on-one time."

Bryce chuckled, moving beside her, his arms circling around her from behind. "I'd like some one-on-one time with you."

Olivia shook her head, playfully pushing him away. "Except today is for plants! When it's National Bryce Appreciation Day, I'm all yours."

Bryce leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Olivia's cheek. "Maybe today is Bryce Appreciation Day?"

"Nope, it's November 14th," she stated proudly.

"Why do you know that," he laughed in amusement.

"Why don't you?" She turned her attention to an ivy plant, adding a little watered fertilizer. "Don't worry about him, Planty. You're the prettiest in the room."

"Planty? You do realize they don't actually understand, right?"

She shot him a teasing glare. "Maybe not in words, but they respond to care and attention. Plus, it's just nice to appreciate them individually."

Bryce leaned against the wall, watching in awe as Olivia moved from plant to plant, chatting with each one, occasionally patting a leaf or letting her fingers trail along their cool surface. She was so tender with them, her movements soft and gentle.

Olivia smiled, whispering something too quietly for him to hear to a fern she had named Ferny. 

Smiling warmly at her plants, she turned back toward Bryce. "Plants bring life to a space, and each has its personality. Plus, keeping plants in a home, or hospital, comes with a surplus of benefits."

Bryce chuckled softly, his eyes filled with adoration. "Well, if anyone can make plants feel appreciated, it's you, Liv. You bring life to everything you touch." He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead. "Happy National Houseplant Appreciation Day."

Olivia interlaced her fingers with his. "Want to help me choose the best photos for my Pictagram?" 

Her genuine smile and wonder at the prospects drew him in. He couldn't say no. Not that he'd want to, but even if he did, he couldn't. Her joy was contagious; he would happily spend every minute looking at plant pictures if it meant being by her side. 

In which Holland is Olivia:

Epilogue?

Bryce reading Liv's post and being like "nothing makes you happier than plants?"

Liv just smiling coyly, tending to her plants.

Bryce continuing to read the benefits: "Well, it may not improve air quality, but I can think of something else that can match the first two and raise it with improve sleep and lower blood pressure." 😏