#you get to label or not label it

[callmegodorvega]

“We can’t tell you that James.” Peter tells him. “It’s your identity, not ours.”

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[queen-paladin]

I love you "boring" female characters. I love you ingenues. I love you female characters who aren't "modern" enough. I love you female characters who aren't "badass" enough. iI love you female characters who aren't "empowering" enough. I love you quiet female characters. I love you unappreciated female characters. I love you polite female characters. I love you female characters who "can't appeal to modern audiences." I love you frightened female characters. I love you female characters labeled as not complex just for being nice. I love you female characters who get criticism just for not being their tomboy or femme fatale counterpart. I love you silk hiding steel trope.

[bonefall]

Anyway. Bi and Mspec Lesbians aren't a hotly "debated" topic or even new to queer culture, it's just the newest thing that bullies who REALLY want to be homophobic and even racist use to justify harassing gay people they don't like.

It's the thinnest possible veneer of progressive language wrapped around TERF and reactionary rhetoric so that they can feel righteous for forming an angry mob against vulnerable targets. If you're gullible enough to fall for the newest wave of bigotry within the queer community, and turn on your allies because they're "confusing" or "invading your spaces," the SAME way they turned on bi/pan labels, trans people, xenogenders, neopronouns, and aroace people before this, then get lost.

[internetgremlin-writes]

IMPORTANT: TUMBLR & FANFICTION

Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.

But why does it matter to me?

Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content

If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!

ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!

Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)

[I feel like I should add I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring anyone... if you don't want to see certain content obviously keep it hidden and protect yourselves BUT this post is mainly targeted at the horny little gremlins I write for who will be suddenly deeply confused when their smut supply is cut off]

[fingolfinwiththesteelchair]

It is a beautiful day, and you are a horrible research transport vessel. Things are progressing as normal (i.e. it's boring) when a SecUnit pings you, lies right to your metaphorical face, and then tries to bribe you with human media to give it a ride. This is as unexpected as it is unprecedented, and the sheer nerve of it is really to be admired. There's no protocol to this, so what should you do?

Now, this is against a bunch of rules, and could be dangerous if you weren't so impressive and incredible, and you're technically an employee (and can probably rewrite the Univeristy charter at will (until someone notices and puts it back)) so those rules are for other entities.

So, what you should do is allow the rogue SecUnit with a broken governor module and a sketchy story aboard. If you check the files it dumps and find zero (0) malware (which is confusing), and it doesn't even try to trash the place or lay in wait to ambush a crew member, then you've got a good candidate!

Next, what you're going to want to do is absolutely nothing. Just watch it patrol your halls until it's time to leave. Continue staring at it while you're undergoing embarkment procedures. Maybe analyze it a little (you've got plenty of processing power to spare) when it finally sits down and starts watching media. Allow it to settle in and get comfortable while you stare at it and get further and further from port.

Now that you two are alone (intimacy is key!) and you've determined that watching media is all the SecUnit is going to do, it's time to make contact! Make sure to open by telling it it's only survived due to dumb luck, and letting it know you could melt its brain into putty. This starter will work to develop conversation naturally and smoothly, just like you've seen the humans do, and it will be smooth sailing from there!

This has been Perihelion's guide to making friends/finding life partners/fuck off Holism I had to work hard for this find your own

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[interstellarsystem]

Has this been done yet? Probably.

Tried to use language that's inclusive of alterhumans who are still human.

[l0v3tast3]

Older!bf!ghost who accidentally gets you pregnant while you two are on vacation.

He was 100% safe with the condoms with holes poked in.

Hes so confused on why your upset, you should be happy! Its an honor to be carrying his kid

i don't usually like baby trapping au's or tropes but for ghost.... i would like a great many things / cw for baby trapping obvi lolz + age gap ig?

just imagine you're pacing back and forth, arms waving as you fret about how this could have possibly happened. simon sits at his kitchen island, watching you with crossed arms and a raised brow. he doesn't really get why you're so worked up- you were the one begging him to put a baby in you. once you're finally losing steam he'll get up and gather you in his arms to tell you that he'll take care of you both, no matter what. of course, he'll also joke about not having to use condoms anymore.

which is exactly what he does after that. he'll rub his hand over your stomach and paint a picture of just how pretty you'll be, and after that his hand works up to your breasts. a few pinches to your nipples through your thin tank-top and some more obsessing over how your body will change now. "gonna be so gorgeous with my kid, sweetheart- promise 'm gonna help y'with it all," he'll rumble as he picks you up. it doesn't take long before he's got you on his lap sitting face-to-face. he's sinking you down on his cock, watching you try so hard to keep eye contact while he stretches you around him. "y'think i can put another one in there?"

[redysetdare]

I think i just need to express that the culture surrounding QPRs right now made me think that i couldn't have strong bonds with my friends. Society told me i cant have strong bonds with friends because that was only for romantic relationships. Then i went into aro spaces and this idea was reinforced using QPRs instead of romantic relationships. it was "You can still have strong bonds with people without romance! It can just be a QPR instead!" "QPRs are MORE than friendship so you can have STRONGER BONDS than you would with friends."

it made me think that the relationships i wanted with my friends HAD to be something other than friendship for it to be as strong as i wanted. If i wanted to be the first person in someones life i had to enter some sort of committed relationship. if I wanted someone to care about me as strongly as i did them then it would have to be a relationship that was "more" than friendship.

I thought I wanted a QPR because i was told the only way to get that care and security that I wanted was to enter into a relationship that was "more" than friendship. because friends didn't care that much. because friends didn't live together their entire lives. because friends were never the priority relationship wise. and it took me years to realize that i didn't want any partnership and i shouldn't have to be in one to want these things from a friend. these things CAN be something friends can do. but i found that out on my own. because the aro community kept saying "you want a QPR" when i just wanted a friend who finally saw me as a priority in their life.

[emil1863]

Playing around with a concept. Might write a fic for it later...

[monsterqueers]

Im just really annoyed about how people just fucking hate it when the kids they were jealous of and hated in school for not also getting bad grades also report being fucking traumatized by the school system.

Yeah sorry school traumatizes everyone, even the 'ex-gifted kids' you fucking hate because god forbid someone wasnt exploited and overworked the same way you were.

Sorry a group of predominately neurodiverse people experiencing burnout and how their upbringing of being only valued for their academic performance totally fucked their ability to function in the real world dare talk about this pain where you can see.

Its not being privileged and ~humblebragging~ to report emotional neglect from your parents centered around you having to get perfect grades to receive any scrap of love.

Wishing violence on them for talking about it and finding each other isn't cute either.

And because these people need it stated extra clear

This post is NOT saying other groups of people 'had it less bad'. This is about a specific phenomenon of vitriol towards a oft neurodiverse group of people commiserating about how they were screwed over by the system under the label 'gifted kid' NOT whatever else you are imagining im saying. <3

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript: Machine, people want us to "do the do".

How would that even work, Machine?

We don't have lips with which we can tenderly kiss.

I suppose my hand could go down here and- Oh yes. That's nice.

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[bpdohwhatajoy]

Being autistic is just people constantly violating your boundaries you already struggle to maintain

[alevens]

zolu is maybe one of the easiest ships i've ever liked. they're dating, except when they're not, they're best friends even when they're kissing and they're still captain and first mate when they aren't. they hold hands, they hug. they have sex. they don't.

Luffy can hold Zoro's katanas and Zoro can hold Luffy's strawhat and no one bats an eye. one says "You're so cool!" and the other says "You're strong" and it's just another way to say "I see you, this is why I follow you/this is why I trust you". it's not seeing each other for a long time and still knowing how the other's steps sound like against wood and sand. the captain runs and the first mate follows. it's always "Zoro and the others" and "Where's Luffy?"

if they're just friends, if they're something more, if they don't have a label for it, at its core, it's just about how they get each other. they understand how the other's mind works. however you view them, it doesn't erase they fact that they love each other in a way they don't love other people.

[saetoshis]

[‹ LOVE HATING YOU! ›] KAISER

[‹ SUMMARY ›] hanging out with kaiser always leads to one thing!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, pro player!kaiser, chars. 21+, hate fucking, arguing -> fucking, mean dom!kaiser, lots of banter + some praise, light choking, hair pulling, pet names [princess, good girl], creampie, mdni.

kaiser rolls his eyes at the tone of your voice, yet again.

“would you mind shutting up already?” kaiser complains with his face in his palm, irritatingly dragging it down his cheekbones before looking at you with disdain. “i genuinely don’t care.”

“i’m just telling you the truth of how you’re wrong. you’re actually an idiot,” you scoff out the words, making hand gestures to accentuate your biting tone. these arguments always start over the dumbest things, and this time it’s about kaiser’s recent spat with a teammate. “this whole situation could be over if you just fucking apologized for being rude to isagi. you got yourself in this mess and you’re complaining about it when it’s your fault.”

kaiser lets out a chucle, a seething energy behind it as he turns to look at you with a piercing gaze. “when did i fucking ask for your advice? i couldn’t care less if i pissed off isagi. tell him to stop being a bitch and get over it.”

at your demise, you take a step closer to kaiser and look straight into his eyes. your head tilts slightly as you shoot him a look of pure, grating irritation. “you’re so emotionally unintelligent it’s actually ridiculous.”

you both know where this is going - historically, it’s always been the same. you hang out, argue about something, fuck, argue again, then go home. it’s a perpetual cycle at this point, and the heat of the arguments you have just makes your attraction to each other somehow more intense.

kaiser flashes you an indignant sort of sneer, his fingers closing around your jaw to hold your face up towards his. his eyes keen down at you with a biting cold resonating in them, yet there’s an undeniable sense of lust mixed in. he spits out lowly, “and you… piss me off. you know that?”

“hm,” you shoot an unamused chuckle back at him, but your heart jumping in your chest tells you something else. you know where this is going, and it only takes a few words to get there. you leer out, “and what are you gonna do about it?”

your tone makes kaiser stop in his tracks for just a moment. his expression shifts to one of urgent need as he grazes his nose against yours so tantalizingly, heavy and hot breaths fanning along your skin.

“i’ll tell you what i’m gonna fucking do about it,” kaiser smirks out the words with both desire and annoyance in his cadence, pushing your back against the couch cushion abruptly. his grip on your jaw gets a little tauter as he jeers, “and you’re gonna like it, aren’t you? just like always…”

kaiser’s hands dance towards the hem of your top, yanking it up harshly to press open mouthed kisses and bites along your chest. it’s like you instantaneously keen into his touch, despite your mind sounding alarms for you to pull away.

you’re pissed off - he’s pretentious, ridiculously cocky, has the worst attitude and a complete lack of basic communication skills, yet it’s as if you’re unable to resist the innate pull of the sexual attraction you have for him.

“you’re always so horny, jesus,” you mutter with an irritated tone, but there’s a twinge of desperate need that he immediately picks up on. his hands drag fervently along your waist, his other hand gripping your jaw taut in place as you murmur, “you just can’t lay off, can you?”

“but you’re not resisting, are you?” kaiser smirks back the words, grazing his lips against yours mockingly. kaiser may be curt, annoying, and oblivious at times - but when it comes to your body, he knows it better than anything. he knows from the way that your breath picks up and how your thighs keen around his hips that you’re just as desperate, if not more, than him. “just shut up already, will you? i know you love it.”

“ugh-“ you groan out frustratingly as he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts, and you let out a hitched whine. your mind is still replaying the argument and kaiser’s stupid, annoying responses, but your clit throbs when he smirks down at you with his tattooed hands slipping your shorts and panties down your thighs. “you’re so fucking annoying…”

“am i? you sure?” kaiser sneers cockily, teasing your eyes with peeks of his toned abdomen as he slowly slips his shirt off. your eyes follow his movements instinctively, and you shudder slightly at the sight. kaiser notices everything - he’s a pro player who has talent in noticing small changes on the field, after all. it’s a given, especially with you, that he can tell when you’re even the slightest bit turned on. “see something you like?”

“just stop talking. your voice pisses me off,” you mutter under your breath between shaky sighs, thighs pulling together around his hips. kaiser’s hand slips back around your neck, gripping lightly as he sneers down at you. “you always do this shit-“

you’re cut off by a whined moan when his tattooed fingers slip between your thighs, his thumb toying with your clit each time it rubs along your folds. kaiser chuckles when he feels just how slick you are under his touch, and he jeers, “oh? cat got your tongue, princess? aren’t you gonna argue back?”

“just- shut up,” your voice comes out shakily between gasps and whimpers, your clit throbbing under his fingers. you want to argue back; you want to spit an insult at him, but you just can’t. it’s like his touch incapacitates you entirely. your thighs keen around his hand, hips rolling up to get more friction. “you know what you’re doing.”

“of course i do. gotta get you nice and wet before i fuck the attitude out of you, you know?” kaiser jeers cockily, his breath fanning against your neck as his fingers slip between your walls tantalizingly. with just a few curls of his fingers, you’re already panting and rocking your hips against his hand. “god, so desperate, huh? did you come over just for this?”

“sh-shit…” you whine and close your eyes as your vision grows hazy from desire, thighs shuddering with how your walls tighten around him in need. each wet noise and lewd moan you let out just makes kaiser even harder, and it’s easily evident in the way his bulge pokes through his practice shorts. “no, i-i didn’t.”

“oh, really? then why’d you wear those cute panties, huh?” kaiser eyes the lacy fabric where it’s strewn about on the couch cushion, his eyes flickering back to the way your pussy keeps getting wetter and filthier with each movement of his fingers. kaiser stops, gripping your neck a little tauter as he gazes directly into your hazed eyes. “look at me, and tell me you don’t wanna fuck. say it…”

“i-“ is all you can spit out, a pitiful pout on your lips when he stops and kaiser already has his answer. your hand urgently slips down his body, your fingers coming to drag and rub against the bulge in his pants. your voice comes out in a small whine, “can’t say it.”

“that’s right. such a good girl, maybe i should reward you. oh, but then again…” kaiser sneers and slips his waistband down to let his cock spring free, and it twitches visibly when he grips it in his hand to nestle against your folds. “i’m still a little pissed, you know?”

you let out a hitched gasp when kaiser slips his hips forwards, letting his cock sink deeper into you until he meets resistance at the hilt of your cunt. both of you let out stifled moans, as if neither of you want to admit how fucking good it feels to be connected like this. your voice cracks slightly when you whine, “f-fuck. i can’t stand you…”

“i know,” kaiser smirks against your lips as he rocks his hips forwards, his arms caging you under his toned frame as if to keep you trapped in his clutches. your moaned breaths mingle as you roll your hips desperately into each other, hands gripping each other tightly in remnant annoyance. your fingers flit through his hair, grasping the roots and kaiser lets out a chuckled grunt, “fuck, you pull hard. guys like polite girls, you know?”

“you’ve known- hah, from the start that i’m not polite to guys like you,” you moan back, hands holding him as close as possible as you whine with each heavy rock of his hips. his cock hits up into places that make you shudder and lose your mind, and it drives you insane how good he makes you feel.

“you’re lucky i like a good challenge, then,” kaiser groans back with a smirk as his cock twitches between your walls, and each quick, wet drag sends tingles through both of your bodies. lewd smacks and stifled moans fill the room, and the couch shakes beneath you. “for someone so irritating, you sure suck me in so nice…”

“f-fuck- is that a compliment?” you whimper back, rocking your hips back into his as he grips your waist, panting heavily while he holds you stable and fucks into you hard like he’s hungry. your clit throbs at each time he brushes against you, heated tingles growing in your body as you climb up into euphoria. your voice comes out in a whisper, as if you don’t even want him to hear, “god, i’m gonna cu-cum…”

“hah- don’t bother tryn’ to say it quietly. i know this pretty body too well. you’re only mine to fuck like this, aren’t you?” kaiser grunts out the words between a pearled sneer, fingers gripping into your waist harder as a shudder runs up his chest from how tight and slick you are around him. “show me what i want, then… cum all messy around me, go ahead. be a good girl for once.”

“f-fuck off…” you whimper and shudder hard around him as you grip his hair a little tighter, fingers shaky when you tighten up around him even more. kaiser’s tone taunts you further, and your body bursts with intense, flickering tingles when he fucks into you a little more intently. “c-cumming- fuck-“

“yeah, there you go… want you cumming hard on me all the time,” kaiser grunts breathily, his fingers digging deeper into your waist as he holds you stable and rocks heavily against you. his lip gets caught between his teeth as his cock twitches, and one last wet smack brings him to bottom out as he lets out shuddered groans. ropes of white spill between your walls, and you both pant heavily. “my fucking god- shit…”

you both eye the messy slick of liquid covering your folds and smothering his cock with hitched breaths, eyes meeting for a moment and you almost feel soft together. it only takes him pulling out and cleaning up the mess before your gazes turn into glares once again.

“never doing that again, just so you know,” you mumble to him as you put your clothes back on and gather your things, shooting him an annoyed look.

kaiser looks back at you with sharp eyes, opening the front door for you with a smirk. he looks down at you, breath fanning against your nose, “don’t play dumb. i’ll see you next week at the end of season party.”

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