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#Not wet cat behavior actually
hollowwish · 3 months
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Biggest pet peeve is when someone says jimmy needs to be portrayed as a pathetic wet cat and not too badass or whatever. Like do u guys know the wet cat behavior is a bit sometimes. Do you guys know he's played into before and will do so again. Do you guys know jimmy has his competent moments and really well roleplayed ones and that's he's not just stupid and bullied and little wet cat all the time. Do we even watch the same damn youtuber
He can be both wet cat and badass and competent. People just don't see the badass moments because theyre probably buried under the "jimmy is only sad bullied wet cat" belief
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blonde-and-cat-suc · 4 months
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Catra being anxious and having panic attacks over the bad things she did is actually counter productive to any hypothetical scenario where she is self reflecting and/or receiving constructive criticism.
Her potentially having crippling anxiety over being an asshole in the past PREVENTS and/or DELAYS any changes she might potentially make.
Making this character spiral over moral dilemmas does not inherently mean she’s actively working to change her ways. Her being afraid of facing her badness does not make her good; it simply means she has anxieties toward constructive criticism/dialogue.
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kelpiemomma · 11 months
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Khan: (says something self-deprecating) Ingo: did you know that you are my friend and family, and that Akari and I love you as such? Khan: BYE???
Ingo knows exactly what he’s doing :3c
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miscreantahead · 3 months
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I really like the thoughts on Alice having brought Sam into this despite having some idea of the danger, but I very much don't think it she's being intentionally nefarious. She says herself that some people have gone weird, but I think she chalks it up to general mental unwellness caused by the cases they have to read, hundreds every day, rather than anything that's more aggressively dangerous. I think she has thoroughly convinced herself it's not dangerous because she has to. And I think Sam needed something fast and she thought he could be the same as her. Get through the day without looking too hard at the work, take the money and run.
Will she regret getting him into this when his life is more in danger? I think so. But she's a working class trans woman who is quite clearly trying to support her little brother's music career financially. She can't just quit and find another job as easy as that, and I think she's grown to perceive this position as an effective means to an end and nothing more. She thought it could be the same thing for Sam, but he's not like her.
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sillyboysmackdown · 1 year
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Littoral Cillibilli obliterated again 😔
i feel so bad for the guy like im considering getting into whatever sagan 4 alpha is just bc hes been losing so bad </3 maybe he'll do better next year if he gets any submissions..... one can only hope u_u
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welcometoteyvat · 1 year
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reading kaveh’s story leaks and What
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jimingyue · 4 months
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Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator
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🖋️ meowful-musings Follow
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what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine
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op wheres the natural feeding option
🌲 outdoorsy Follow
you guys are getting fed?
#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look
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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow
ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE
ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE
YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!
☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow
extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3
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as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3
#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....
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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow
i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right
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um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...
🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow
OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD
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also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly
🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow
oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks
anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse
#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now
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BORN TO DIE
WORLD IS A FUCK
猫神 Kill Em All 1989
I am trash cat
410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS
#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly
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🎣 salmonpurina Follow
can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther
#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks
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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!
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evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever
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make your own pawst
💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721
umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...
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Nyaverage shelter cat behavior
#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up
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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow
saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo
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hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks
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1. i was making. a joak
2. i'm literally gay???
#literally what's your pawblem
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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow
reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer
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i know you fuckers are lying
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this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer
🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow
shut the heull up
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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow
grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise
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op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control
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oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us
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inkskinned · 2 years
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"your pet doesn't love you; it just has learned that it will get treats if it acts a certain way. it can't understand you."
in between humans, i don't always speak the language either. love has always been hard for me. i don't trust it. i can't read it easily on people's faces - i'm usually trying to read past it; to the "other parts", the ones that make sense to me.
but my mom always offers me food as soon as i get through the door. my brother calls me at weird hours, just to be talking. my sister has a nightmare; asks me to please drive safe in the morning. i throw my friends random parties, just to celebrate something. she drives 45 minutes to spend 3 hours with me. amelia holds my hand while we both cross the street.
no, my dog and i don't have the same language. so what? this is not the same thing as communication. my dog is a good study in how trauma can heal - a rescue from the racetrack; i've been watching his personality develop slowly. in the last year, he's gotten so comfortable with me that he'll ask me to sit down on the grass so he can use my body as a seat. (it's important to note: he is huge. he squishes me. i don't complain. i find it lovely.)
love for us is also just endorphins and behavioral response. i'm a poet, the number of sad men that have tried to "teach me" how stupid it is to be a hopeless romantic is ... not a low one. i cannot count how many times someone has argued - it's all chemical stimulus - as if the fact of it makes it less magical. we're just electrical signals reading the universe! that's fucked up. that's so beautiful.
i find it hard to believe that in the spectrum of evolution we are the only species to feel like this - we already know that dogs and cats also have endorphins. why wouldn't they experience joy? love? companionship? in what world is it a new thing that i had to earn it? in every relationship, both individuals have to work to learn the language. i had to teach my dog what trust is. it's okay that it took time for him to learn it.
in the human world, when i love someone, it's hard for me to speak it. i write them poems or make them food or give them a cool rock i found on the beach.
i don't know how to tell goblin i love him, so i tell him through treats. through a new collar, fancy mattresses, a little bow on his leash. i tell him with long walks and petting him and sitting down on the wet ground so my 70 pound sharp noodle of a dog can prance on my thigh bones and take an awkward - if loving - seat.
"you taught your dog to love you" is kind of a cruel way to reframe what actually happened: i loved him so loudly, it skipped over language and species. the two of us just saying - oh! i have figured out a way to tell you that you make me happy.
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dontbelasagnax · 2 months
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To understand Obi-Wan, you have to understand that his reputation of being demure or a bitch are not mutually exclusive. In fact, I would say you can't have Obi-Wan without at least a little of both.
Obi-Wan is someone who always has a remark on the tip of his tongue. It's just his instinctual first reaction. Always some quip or bite of sarcasm. But the thing is, he knows when to rein it in. He knows when his choice words are appropriate and when they're not. And if he feels particularly compelled to be bitchy when he can't, he'll phrase things in a way that will be scathing without the target ever realizing what hit them.
He's known as the negotiator. He knows his way around words. Now, it's my understanding that we so rarely see him utilizing this particular skill set in canon because that's not what the story was ever about. It's demonstrated in other ways. How he's regal and more reserved amongst figures of respect to downright maliciously petty while facing foes like the Sith.
Take Anakin's perception of Obi-Wan. He sees Obi-Wan as a perfect, stuck-up, unflappable Jedi. This competes with the fact that Obi-Wan is particularly catty and playful with Anakin and routinely chides him for behaviors... yet does many of the same himself. He's far from perfect but obviously wants Anakin to know what's best and do better than him.
Anakin has this perception of Obi-Wan (not only because it seems he's never good enough for him) because it's how he perceives Obi-Wan's station in the world based on how Obi-Wan is treated by others.
To really get into Obi-Wan, one must talk about how his self worth issues constantly war his ego. Constantly building himself up only to tear himself down again. Going around saying Sith Lords are his specialty (having never actually defeated one lmao) yet finding himself shocked and deeply honored when Mace calls him the master of soresu.
His moments of grandeur are sharply transposed by his feelings of insignificancy and inadequacy.
He's a complex, multifaceted, hypocritical human being like any. He's elegant and bitchy and yes, at times a sopping wet cat.
He's all these things because he's Obi-Wan
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ickadori · 8 months
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++ 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀
[summary] focalors takes on a rather rambunctious puppy hybrid.
[cws] fem reader -> hybrid reader. tribbing. oral (furina receiving). ownership (hybrids are deemed as pets). overstimulation (furina). unedited.
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Lady Furina had never found the prospect of ‘owning’ a hybrid to be beneficial to her in any way, even when it first became legal to do so in Fontaine and it was all the rave.
Merely stepping onto your front porch for a breath of fresh air granted you the sight of hybrids of all kinds being led around the streets by their owners; cat hybrids, bunny hybrids, dog hybrids, lamb hybrids, hybrids that looked more animal than human and vice versa.
She never let her gaze stray to them, not even when they ogled so shamelessly and tried to grab her attention. She was usually more than happy to indulge her citizens when they so desperately wanted her attention (always the show off) but she deemed hybrids as… less than. She was a God, after all, thee God. A God amongst Gods when compared to the others, and someone of her caliber was above giving mere animals, property, her attention.
But then you had appeared in her courtroom - an overactive dog hybrid without an owner who had been accused of stealing food from the local vendors. It was a case hardly worth her attention, you being the clearly guilty party, the only evidence they needed being the gooey danishes haphazardly crammed into your pockets, but yet she still found herself engaged in the proceedings.
She watched from her perch as you poorly tried to act as your own defense, brazenly denying that the sweets you had stolen were actually stolen. You claimed that you had baked them yourself at home, despite your lack of a home. When the scales had finally tipped against you and the verdict was read, you had hurriedly stuffed the sweets into your mouth before the guards could drag you away, eliciting a chorus of laughter and cheers to ring throughout the room.
You had managed to pique her interest - you were amusing, opposed to other members of your species who served as nothing more than a cute thing on a leash to be shown off. You were rebellious, but not in way that of someone purposefully trying to anger the law - it seemed that you just had poor impulse control, lacked a proper owner to reel you in and quell those bad behaviors…
Furina saw herself fit to be that owner.
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Furina would never admit that she had bitten off more than she could chew, especially when it came to her being overwhelmed with disciplining a hybrid of all things. A woman of her stature, a God, unable to keep something not too far removed from an animal in check? Preposterous!
“S-Stop it at once!” Her voice is breathy, weak, and it holds none of the finality and confidence that it usually does in the courtroom. Her gaze, usually so firm (yet still often wavering), is clouded now, dazed and heated as she looks up at you from where you have her pinned beneath you, her thighs pushed apart and up as you straddle her sex, your own sex frantically sliding against her own.
“Lady Furina,” you pant, hips desperately bucking against hers, breasts bouncing and swaying with each of your movements. Your clit repeatedly bumps into hers, puffy lips sticky with yours and hers juices. “Lady Furina! ‘S good—you feel so good!”
She gasps, nails clawing at the wooden floor she’s splayed on, and her head weakly shakes from side to side. She can’t count how many times she’s come, nor how many positions you’ve put her in ever since she walked through the front door of your shared home — her mind has been coming and going since you first wrestled her pants down and buried your face between her slender thighs, tongue sloppily lapping at her clit and folds.
Sticky, tacky sounds can be heard as you hump her cunt, pussy lips gliding together, holes drooling and clits kissing. Your clit is hard and twitching over hers, and she keens, lips parting and eyes glossing over.
“Messy… ‘n wet.” Your ears twitch atop your head, nose wrinkling and eyes rolling as your hips begin to move more aggressively, firmer, rougher, cunt dragging against hers. The dustings of white hair on her cunt is slick with the both of your juices, sparkling like a pretty diamond, and a scream gets caught in her throat when you slide your pussy off of hers and drop to your stomach between her thighs, mouth latching onto her as you lap at her dripping hole.
You moan and groan against her, slurping at her cunt and sucking on her clit. Your tongue weaves between her folds, dips into her fluttering hole and rubs against her walls, even travels down her crack and teases at her other hole, eliciting a yelp and a weak pull at your ear until you go back to feasting on her pussy.
You mumble something against her, words muffled due to your lips being suctioned around her clit, and your hands move to grope at her breasts, fingers sinking into the flesh as you squeeze at the small mounds.
You detach from her clit, lips brushing against the sensitive bud as you rasp out, “Come, Lady Furina. Come again—like last time. I wanna taste you.” Your words are fast, slurred together, and suddenly two fingers are pushing into her hole with a lewd squelch, your lips moving back to suck at her clit with vigor.
Furina’s eyes snap shut, hips rocking into your mouth as you rub at her walls, and she lets out broken moans and stuttered gasps as she feels that immense pressure getting ready to release.
Your fingers scissor inside of her, tongue lapping at her clit, and her thighs clamp around your head as a spray of fluids leave her, an excited yip leaving you as she drenches your mouth, chin and cheeks further.
Your fingers pull free from her spasming cunt to instead push past your lips, fluttering eyes focused on her sensitive, overstimulated sex, and Furina lets her head knock back against the floor as she fights for her breath.
She doesn’t even attempt to get up, muscles feeling like jelly, but after a few seconds she begins to wish that she had at least tried, maybe then you wouldn’t have taken her stillness as a sign to once again slot your pussy with hers.
Ever the insatiable mutt..
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feistyfreaks · 8 months
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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄.
PERVERT!LEON (PART 2)
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content: dirty talk, teasing, nudes, sort of orgasm guiding, m+f!masterbation, phone sex.
note: thank you so much for all the support, i didn’t think secret recipe would get so much likes 😭!!, since you guys asked for a p2 here you go.
part one
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you stopped halfway, tasting something foreign. you took a peak at what was inside and found a sticky substance. you looked at the box a tiny sentence written on the nicely decorated cardboard. “want to file a complaint? call..(the number listed)”
“what the?-“
that’s when the realization had hit you.
you weren’t going to be fooled so easily, he wrote that down on purpose. that damn bastard. he wanted you to call him. who did he think he was? hollywood?
you dialed the number listed on the cardboard box to prove your hypothesis…listening to the phone ring. maybe you should have just stuck to assuming.
“hey babe, didn’t think you’d actually call.”
your suspicions were correct, just as you suspected,
“did you like the taste sweetheart?” he added as you heard a snicker come from the other end of the phone.
your heart dropped.
“wait what? what did you put in it, did you poison me?!” you gasped, running into more assumptions. “no sweetheart, it’s just semen.” he laughed, “was it bitter, perhaps salty?”
you gasped louder.
“oh calm down princess you’re so dramatic.” he sighed, “i just couldn’t help myself.” he sneered.
that’s when you heard it, wet sloppy sounds could be heard along with a soft humming, “fuck, you don’t have a clue what you do to me.”
your eyes widened, had this man never failed to make your jaw drop. you were left speechless, again. you could’ve hung up but this was making you feel a different way —
listening to this was making your thighs tense up and impulsively rub against eachother for friction. your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you eavesdropped on his soft whimpers. “are you..?” you gulped, unsure of the answer you’d get in return.
“mhm, just for you baby.” he grunted, “wanna see?” he asked, and just before you could reply your phone dinged as a attachment popped up from an unknown number.
you bit your lip hesitantly, well did curiosity kill the cat because you opened it anyway. what were you even doing?
you were supposed to be scolding him for being so inconsiderate, for having such profane behavior, for speaking filth to a woman and for having such poor manners!
your eyes blown wide with lust, pussy throbbing with arousal. and yet there was the image infront of you, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as sticky fluids dripped from his angry tip. “like what you see?”
“i-yes-i mean..”
what were you even saying?
your hand gripped tightly on the leather seat. you wanted to like it, you wanted more..
and yet there was this burning desire fueling inside you, your hand slipping in between your legs. god you didn’t even know the guy but he was making you wet. your hand played around with the waistband of your panties, finally giving in as you slipped your hand inside. digits hovering over your clit, your teeth dug onto your bottom lip.
“y’know.. i was imagining having your pretty legs thrown over my shoulders, fucking you raw and making that sweet pussy all nice n creamy..” he groaned, making you flush a deep red from his explicit imagination, the image formed in your head now.
you couldn’t unsee it.
you let out a soft moan, eyes threatening to roll back when you rubbed yourself. both of your moans fulfilled the phones silence, “you’re so dirty.” you gasped, inserting two of your fingers into your empty hole. “yea, but you like it dirty don’t you baby?”
you quivered, shutting your eyes. you believed you were being hypnotized by him, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing something so filthy. next thing you know you were you were demanding him to feed your eyesight with more nudes, and to your request he turned on the front view of his camera, his hand pumping his length as his chest heaved. breathing heavily and talking more profanities.
“your turn, sweetheart.”
you hesitated at first..but yet you turned on your camera anyway, angling it at your skirt as the vision of your hand bobbing up and down filled the camera view.
“good girl.”
his praises motivated you to go on, slowly gathering the fabric of your skirt in a bunch, pulling it up to give him a peak of the wet patch in the middle of your panties. you pulled it aside revealing your dripping pussy making him grunt. “f-fuck i think i might just cum from the sight of your cunt baby.” he chuckled.
“keep touching yourself f’me, ugh, i’m almost there pretty girl.” leon moaned, the two of you speeding up your movements. your thighs clamped around your hand, and just before you knew it. “shit..” you gasped. your body heat increased rapidly, your thighs twitched and your eyes watering as you rubbed that spot on your clit. you felt as if you were going down a roller-coaster, tummy doing mini flips as your orgasm washed over you.
and next thing you know you both coming undone, his orgasm coating the phone’s screen and your body convulsed. you shut your lids so hard that when you opened them again you had to keep blinking. your vision was sort of blurry and your head felt dizzy.
that’s when you realized what you had just done.
you pulled your hand out of your panties, fingers sticky with your fluids,
“ugh, this is why i don’t do this type of stuff..”
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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 months
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hi so the New York Times just published a gaylor manifesto and since you’ve been my main source of info for this stuff I wanted to share it https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/04/opinion/taylor-swift-queer.html
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sigh.
okay. if anyone wants to read along, check out the unpaywalled article here:
https://archive.is/uHxuV
before we really get into this I just want to say that I looked into author Anna Marks' previous contributions to the NYT opinion column, of which there are two: a piece about how Marks, as a queer fan, is "heartbroken" by Harry Styles 'appropriating" queer culture by wearing ugly clothes, and an audio piece about how women referring to themselves as "girls" on TikTok is actually radical feminist praxis. so. hot mess express up in here.
anyway this piece is a shitshow that basically plays at the greatest hits from Gaylor conspiracy theories, mainly harping on her inability to come out because of some intangible threat it would pose to her career:
While Ms. Swift’s songs, largely written from her own perspective, cannot always conform to the idea of a woman our culture expects, her celebrity can. That separation, between Swift the songwriter and Swift the star, allows Ms. Swift to press against the golden birdcage in which she has found herself. She can write about women’s complexity in her confessional songs, but if ever she chooses not to publicly comply with the dominant culture’s fantasy, she will remain uncategorizable, and therefore, unsellable. Her star — as bright as it is now — would surely dim.
immediately beneath this is an image of Taylor Swift crumpled face-down onstage, looking wet; if nothing else, it's peak melodrama.
the most glaring thing about this, to me, is Marks' willful omission of other queer pop stars. she opens the article with a jarring discussion of lesbian country singer Chely Wright's 2006 suicide attempt and mentions a few contemporary celebrities who have been encouraged to stay closeted -  Cara Delevingne, Colton Haynes, Elliot Page, Kristen Stewart, Raven Symoné and Sam Smith - but with the obvious exception of Smith, they're hardly Swift's peers. as I've said before in my worst and most stupid post, the argument that outing herself would "dim Taylor's star" falls apart pretty significantly when you look at the success of artists like Lil Nas X, Billie Eilish, Doja Cat, Cardi B, and Halsey. Taylor Swift had a bigger year in 2023 than any of them combined, frankly; coming out as queer wouldn't slow her down in the slightest. why the fuck are gaylors so determined to act like she's beholden to a fanbase comprised entirely of conservatives?
also everything about how coming out is sooooo hard for famous people because they're subject to scrutiny and weird behavior as if that's not? something Taylor Swift already deals with? hello hi? get a grip I implore you. why are we wasting webspace on this.
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gabessquishytum · 6 months
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You know what concept doesn’t get explored enough in Dreamling fic? Dream teaching Hob how to read. Like, I’ve seen one or two off mentions of it in canon adjacent fic, but nothing that really gives focus to that idea, y’know? And while I think it would be fun in canon, I’m gonna go au real quick.
So Hob as one of those kids unfortunately left behind. Probably a combination of living in poverty and his undiagnosed adhd. And he’s definitely way too embarrassed by this to actually ask anyone to teach him. So now he’s an adult who doesn’t know much more than his own name and his numbers. And while that probably wouldn’t be enough for most people to get by, what Hob DOES have are people skills. His ability to charm people and talk around them let’s him get through life well enough.
Then there’s Dream, mister wet cat himself. If he’s not an Author™️ then he’s definitely a voracious reader. But he has a personality of a damp paper bag. Like, even he has to admit his lack of social skills is actively hindering his life and relationships at this point. Probably add some autism for ✨flavor✨
But Dream does have moments where he’s too observant for his own good. Which is how he clocks that Hob avoids reading like the plague. (I’m envisioning Hob as a bartender at the pub Dream goes to to try and learn human behavior. But idk if he could avoid reading with that job.)
So Dream corners Hob and proposes a trade off: Dream will teach him how to read and Hob will teach him some social skills. Once Hob realizes he’s not being threatened (seriously, Dream really sucks at this talking to people thing) he hesitantly agrees. At least it’s less embarrassing if Dream also needs to be taught something? And it would be rather helpful…
Obviously during the course of their lessons they fall in love 🥰
This means so much to me!!!! I love it. The idea of Hob hiding the fact that he can't read is so heartbreaking but actually so real and its way more common than people imagine.
I also love the idea of Hob + Dream = One Normal Functioning Adult. That's my favourite thing, when they're each other's missing puzzle piece <3
I figure that Hob might have picked up a few words from around the environment of the bar. Like, each tap has a label on and he knows exactly which is which and he can technically read "Guiness" and "Wherry" and a few others, but they're not the most useful words. Anyways, Dream gets the idea that he'll keep using things around the pub to teach Hob to read: menus, newspapers, posters for old gigs, crisp packets. It's a good way for Hob to build confidence before Dream presents him with an actual book.
And similarly Hob uses the bar as a place to teach Dream about social skills. He coaches him through identifying body language and expressions, quizzing Dream on how he thought each customer might be feeling. Then he encourages three way conversations between him, Dream and regular customers. He gives Dream topics to focus on and gives him safe ways to get out of an interaction that he's not vibing with.
By the time Hob stumbles his way through his first novel, Dream is able to talk to a stranger about the weather without any issues. And they're both mutually crushing on each other so hard!! It only seems fitting that the pub which has been such a cornerstone for their friendship and some pretty awesome personal milestones, is also the place where they have their first date.
Hob reads love sonnets to Dream in a hushed undertone. And it's like the whole building sighs happily at the sights of them together <3
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New strategy for dealing with people who try to assign character arcs to Izzy that he doesn't have in the show: pretend I don't know who the fuck they're talking about.
"Izzy's suicidal arc-" Oh you mean Ed? Yeah that was rough, I'm glad he came through okay!
"Izzy protecting the crew-" Oh you mean how Jim and Archie and Frenchie and Fang all looked out for each other and helped each other when things got rough? Yeah I loved that too!
"Izzy's queer storyline-" Oh you mean Stede's whole deal in s1? I loved how nice it was to see a soft gay man who isn't masc get such a sympathetic story.
I really do genuinely like Izzy, he's just best when you talk about his actual character traits and actual arc instead of trying to force things that didn't happen into his personality. Upon rewatches, his absolute sopping wet cat behavior in s2e4 and how he breaks down crying and says a very genuine, almost affectionate "fuckin' cocksuckers" about the crew when they deliver him his new leg and, in doing so, reassure him that he doesn't need to be "useful" as he defined it in order to have value as a person is one of my favorite parts of the season. I wish we could talk about that guy more.
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deacons-wig · 14 days
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I'd prefer if we never got to see the origin of Vault Boy and Vault Tec's branding in the same way I'd rather not get a canon answer of who started the War or how. That's the point of War Never Changes.
Vault Boy is a sinister figure in his cheerful embrace of Armageddon. Giving the Vault Tec brand a face and a name and a backstory feels so unimportant to what is actually interesting about Fallout. What's important to me is the big picture pre war, and the details of what comes after.
What is interesting to me is exploring how propaganda is designed to convince people how close they are to annihilation--or homelessness, unemployment, obscurity, or being The Other and therefore destined to suffer--in hell, in oppressions, being ostracized. Honestly insert any sort of marginalization or suffering here. Crony capitalism uses propaganda to market products designed to manipulate people into buying distance between themselves and that annihilation. Putting themselves "behind the thumb" of Vault Boy, so to speak. Buying a lifestyle. Vault Boy does it with a wink and a smile, inviting those who can afford it to buy their way to safety while using capital and fear to perpetuate the cycle. I don't need the specifics to understand this.
Some ghoulnaysis below the cut:
I'll admit, my initial reaction to pre-war Ghoulgins being the inspiration for Vault Boy was funny! Mr. Cooper Howard, washed up actor experiencing an existential crisis being shoehorned into corporate propaganda that then haunts him for the next 200+ years? Selling manifest destiny, racism, the Rugged Individual, the revisionist history that cowboys were a) white and b) more than a brief footnote in the history of the colonization of North America's west. The commodification of entertainers/creatives/public figures. Selling identities to be packaged into a product that will outlive them? Only to have that person live alongside that role they regret (?) playing... kinda tasty, if we have to give Vault Boy a backstory, though I didn't get a clear sense of his actual feelings about being used as a propaganda guy which I think is a failure of the show to commit to the narrative they set up, which happens with a lot of the show's (lack of) engagement with Fallout's larger themes anyway.
But The Ghoul (stupid name!!! weird and boring choice!!!) is just such an uncompelling and repellent character to me. I love a good bad guy or even anti-hero, but honestly he lacks any interiority. He's an evil karma character (eats people, waterboards and mutilates people, sells people to organ harvesters...like? that literally makes you evil in the games...) but the narrative pushes him as an antihero or someone with gray morality because he what..."likes" dogs? And isn't as decayed or unsettling looking as other ghouls (implying handsome=good or interesting). People aren't afraid of him because he is a ghoul, they're afraid of him because he's evil and will hurt them! Sometimes for no reason! I see the callback to the director telling him to shoot his co-star and Cooper saying he's "the good guy," but is that why he becomes so fucking evil post war? Really?
I don't know why he does what he does other than...the world sucked before and sucks now so he might as well represent the basest of human behavior? That seems to be the thesis of the show--unless kindness and community is engendered (by the vaults, by Management, by a civic government, by corporations) people will descend into chaos.
So why have this poorly executed anti-hero be the origin of Vault Boy? What are the narrative choices being made here? Is it just Rule of Cool?
Personally I would like a pathetic, rotting wet cat of a ghoul, some sort of carved out husk of a washed up movie star either trying to relive his glory days, or avoid them--having given up hope of finding his family after 200 years--being dragged into Lucy's orbit and being constantly reminded of his Vault Boy fame, that she is a walking Vault Girl with her Okey Dokey's and Golden Rule. He'd be a joke, a footnote of the old world. He'd be mean and snarky, even unpredictable and uncooperative--have a public persona of friendly curiosity and a private, cynical one.
Pathetic Ghoulgins would remind audiences of the cost of capitalism and imperialism without resorting to the thesis that war never changes means that people are inherently cruel and will resort to violence, rather than existent corporate and political power structures intentionally create the conditions in which people accept perpetual cycles of exploitation and harm for the sake of their own safety and comfort, despite knowing the cost of maintaining the status quo, and not seeing or believing that distance between the status quo and total annihilation is measured by the smiling thumbs up of a cartoon mascot.
I'm sure there are other ways The Ghoul could have been a successful character as well but.... That's satire. That's interesting. That's Fallout.
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Written for the @steddiemicrofic October prompt suck.
480 words | Explicit | CW: masturbation, cum eating, lightly creepy behavior from both Eddie & Steve
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Steve remembers the first time he became aware of Eddie's dirty little habit. 
He had been shoveling laundry into the washer and noticed a pair of his underwear crusted with what could only be dried cum, and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he hadn’t left it there. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was once he thought about it, once he realized that it began after Hellfire started meeting at his house. 
Specifically, one night after Eddie had called for a break. The dungeon master had been the smart one, asking if he could use Steve’s bathroom while everyone else scrambled for the downstairs toilet, and the younger boy easily gave his permission.
Still, that had been weeks before Steve actually found the first pair of dirty briefs, before he started his own filthy habit.
Eddie isn’t as subtle with his desire for Steve as he thinks he is, especially once Steve knows what to look for, and it’s become a game at this point, waiting to see who will break first. Steve likes it, the cat and mouse of it, and usually spends the first half of their sessions waiting for them to take their break, just letting his anticipation build.
Tonight is no different, and as much as he wants to run upstairs once they reconvene, Steve waits, lets them settle back into it and only moves once he knows they’re properly distracted. He climbs the stairs casually, his heart thudding in his chest as he enters his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. 
Everything looks almost exactly the way he had left it, but he spots the single discrepancy as he makes his way over to the clothes hamper. He lifts the clothing one at a time until he sees them, the briefs he’d stripped off this morning after his run, buried beneath other laundry even though he’d deliberately left them on the very top. 
They’re wet when he grabs them, and he groans as he drops the other, insignificant clothes to the floor. Steve turns to lean back against the wall, bringing the briefs to his face as he shoves his other hand into his pants and grabs his half-hard cock. He feels perverted as he breathes in the smell of Eddie’s spunk and strokes himself, moaning at the heady way their scents mix. 
Unable to resist, he shoves the fabric into his mouth and his eyes roll back, his hips jerking as the salty tang of Eddie's cum hits his tongue. It feels dirty, fucking his fist as he sucks on the fabric, trying to get as much as he can and wishing he could taste it directly from the source.
He's not quite ready to give up these moments, though, so he just strokes himself, whimpering around the cloth in his mouth, completely unaware when the door opens.
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