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darylsdelts · 1 month

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Hi, how are you?? Would it be alright to request a drabble where Daryl and his partner keep trying to have some alone time between their jobs in the Commonwealth but keep getting interrupted by Judith, RJ and Dog? And when things get hot and heavy at night, one of the kids has a nightmare and wants to sleep in their bed?

Thank you and take care lovely <3

DarylxFem!Reader

warnings: p in v, poorly written smut.

this is something I think about a lot, tysm for the request!!

You’d settled into the commonwealth now. In the beginning, it was difficult, you had grown so accustomed to hilltop and being surrounded by people you already knew, and most of all, you were used to being with Daryl all the time.

Things were different now, Daryl had some big important job that didn’t leave him much alone time, he was surrounded by dumbasses all the time and if you knew Daryl then you knew how much he struggled to push through the days sometimes.

You’re job wasn’t as big as Daryl’s but it was important to you because it helped you feel like part of the community. You worked in the ice cream truck and you loved it, it wasn’t a demanding job, it was simply just scooping ice cream and seeing the smiles on the kids faces when you handed it to them. Daryl had described it as ‘the perfect job for you’. He knew you were capable of so much more but he also knew that his girl deserved a break and he’d be damned if he took your little ice cream job away from you, there was no need to overexert yourself now you were here, so he was just glad you were enjoying yourself, even if he didn’t particularly have the best time at his own job.

You were the one to pick the kids up from school whilst Daryl was the one who ushered the two Grimes’ to get ready quickly in the mornings, since he had to get up early anyways. Daryl rarely got any days off and it was showing, he was becoming short with people, not being hurtful or rude but he was just exhausted and quite frankly just wanted to sleep as soon as he got home which left very little time for the two of you but you understood.

One morning, you woke up from Daryl planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Opening your eyes and staring at him, you were confused. He wasn’t in his gear or in his black attire, he was just wearing his worn black jeans and button down with his leather vest.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he swiped some hair off your face.

Your eyebrows furrow, “why aren’t you- why are you still here?”

Daryl scoffed with a smirk.

“Ouch…” he chuckles, “ain’t got work today, gotta day off to spend wit’ ya”

Instantly, a grin took over your face, reaching your arms out to your partner which he gladly took in his calloused hands and pulled you to sit upright.

“Want ya to get ready… gon’ be just me n you today, okay?”.

God, you love him so much!

“Okay…” you reply with a soft giggle.

Halfway through your shower, you feel a sudden surge of panic.

You rush out of the bathroom to find Daryl sat at the small table in the kitchen area.

“Daryl! Where are the kids?! It’s the weekend!”

Daryl looks up at you and nearly chokes on the water in his mouth when he sees you stood stark naked.

Then he stifles laughter.

“Christ girl… they’re with Carol. Ya really think id just lose em?” He raises his eyebrows and can’t help his eyes from darting between your chest and your face.

“Get back in the damn shower, been in there long enough anyways… hurry up”.

Ten minutes later, you’re dressed and ready to go… wherever Daryl plans on taking you.

Just as you leave the apartment complex, Daryl almost bumps straight into Carol, who was coming the opposite way with RJ in tow, looking teary-eyed.

“Daryl… I’m sorry, I know you had… plans, but RJ’s not feeling so hot and he just keeps asking for you”.

As RJ lets go of Carol’s hand and quickly latches on to Daryl’s, you can hear Daryl sigh.

“Nah… s’alrigh’… thanks Carol”, Daryl ruffles RJ’s hair and then turns back towards the apartment complex, walking in without another word.

Lord knows he’s pissed off, not at RJ, but just at the world but… what’s new?

Once inside, you tell Daryl to go sit down whilst you deal with RJ, tucking him in and giving him some medicine. After he’s all snuggled, you tell him to shout if he needs anything and then you shut the door, making your way to Daryl.

He’s sat in the same chair as earlier, he looks up at you as you stand beside him.

Cupping his face, you lean down to kiss his cheek, “its okay, we can still spend time together inside…”

Daryl forces a smile and nods, you’re always the positive one and he loves you for that but he wanted to do something nice with you today.

You spend the rest of the day taking care of RJ and playing a real old, shitty board game with Daryl (who doesn’t play by the rules) until Judith came home from being Carol’s care all day.

You and Daryl do your job as make shift parents, getting the kids to bed and then the two of you go to bed together. Daryl holds you protectively against his chest and you can sense he’s upset with how the day panned out. And, just to top it off, dog decided to bark at a bird through the window at one AM, causing the entire family to wake up. You offer to be the one to get up, close the damn curtains and get the kids settled again but Daryl being Daryl, is stubborn as hell.

“Shhh... Just go back to sleep, I got it”

You groan inwardly, knowing that your man will be grouchy the next morning.

And boy were you right.

Not being able to treat you to a nice day was pissing Daryl off to high heavens, but that mixed with three hours sleep after having to get two children back to sleep and a dog to stop barking, was a recipe for disaster.

Your man was running himself into the ground and you knew that if you didn’t do something soon, he’d get overwhelmed and most likely have some sort of mental break down. There’s only so much the great loverboy Daryl Dixon can take!

A few days later, you’d managed to work your magic.

Daryl had the afternoon off and the kids both had sleepovers to attend.

And so did you and Daryl.

Daryl got off from work at two, bursting through the door and practically ripping his gear off. He was stressed.

As soon as he sees you, he walks over to you but just stands in front of you, no advances.

As you look over his face, you notice he looks about ready to cry, so you squeeze his biceps then rub his shoulders, reaching up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

His strong hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer, deepening the kiss. He starts to guide you backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress and your fall onto your back.

Daryl practically growls, he’s HUNGRY and it visible in his eyes.

He lifts you to the centre of the mattress, leaning over you and kissing at your neck, sucking and nibbling as you emit desperate whimpers, you’re both just as needy as each other.

Daryl wants to kiss every part of you but he’s already painfully hard in the confines of his trousers and he’s so fucking pent up he’s afraid that if he keeps up the foreplay, he won’t last much longer.

Standing on his knees, he undoes his pants, pulling them down swiftly, along with his boxers, his impressive length springing free, his tip producing a fat bead of precum.

“Bend over.” Is all he says.

You do as you’re told, of course, getting onto your hands and knees, arching your back and pushing your ass out for your man.

Grabbing the skirt of your dress, he pushes it up to your shoulder blades, making sure its out the way.

He spreads your soft ass cheeks with his calloused hands, running his thumb over the wet spot on your panties.

“Such a good, fucking girl fer me, aint ya?”

You whine as a reply and then he’s pulling your panties to the side, running his thumb through your wet slit then stopping to massage at your clit.

“Please…”, you whimper out.

His hand leaves your pussy, gripping at the base of his cock and guiding it to your folds, pushing in without another warning.

“Fu-uuck… so fucking tight y/n…”

Daryl holds your hips in a grip like a vice, pounding into you from behind whilst he grunts with each thrust. He leans down to kiss your back, his hands leaving your hips to slide up the front of your dress, squeeing your tits.

Daryl’s grunts turn into whimpers as he gets close, but then you both hear the front door open, followed my a chirp voice.

“Uncle Daryl, Aunt y/n…?” Judith’s steps can be heard coming towards the bedroom as she searches for the both of you.

“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me”, Daryl quickly pulls out, throwing a blanket over you and then roughly pulling up his pants.

“Aye, Jude just- just wait out there, kid!”

So she does, and when Daryl exits the room he’s met with a knowingly raised eyebrow.

“Don’t gimme that, ya ain’t s’posed to be ‘ere”

“I had a nightmare… I wanted to come home”

Daryl expression softens.

“Ya walked back here by yerself, in the dark?”

Judith nods, clearly a little shaken. “Can I sleep in your guys’ bed? Please?”

Daryl sighs but ultimately gives in, making sure you’re decent before leading Jude in.

Daryl was not happy that Judith had walked home by herself in the dark, not telling the adults she was with, but he was less happy about the fact he left you hanging.

But that would have to be solved another time, now Daryl had lost all horniness… almost being walked in on by your ‘kid’ does that to a man, specially when the plant themselves right in the middle of you and your girl.

Judith fell asleep pretty fast between the two of you.

You reached across the sleeping child to squeeze Daryl’s hand, whispering a meaningful “I love you”.

Sure, Daryl was a little down that he couldn’t love on his girl like he wanted to but boy was he lucky, and he was smart enough to see that. He was grateful for his little family, so he returned the gesture.

“Love ya too, baby”

“Ssssshhh!”

You and Daryl scoffed at Judith’s demand, but followed suit, falling asleep eventually.

God this felt so rushed! Alsooooo I struggle so much with tense so I’m sorry about that lmfao.

#daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #norman reedus #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut #twd smut

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iceman-maverick · 6 months

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is softly trying to wake up your sleepy partner a trope ? idk. anyway “ice, baby, it’s time to wake up.”

“Ice, baby,” Maverick whispers, lightly pushing at his shoulder “it’s time to wake up,”

Several truths reveal themselves to Ice the moment he returns to consciousness:

It is swelteringly hot

The base of his spine hurts like a bitch

He is naked

And, most troubling, he is quite sticky

None of these revelations are particularly encouraging, but his aching back quickly takes priority as Ice comes to and gets his bearings. He stretches his arms, grossly caked in dried over sweat, over his head and then yelps once his index finger collides with the metal coils of the bed frame. He frowns, bringing the wounded digit to his lips.

Maverick is sitting on the edge of the bed - dressed, showered, and shaven with an irritatingly dopey smile. He’s wearing jeans and his leather jacket, which doesn’t make much sense given how fucking hot it is in here.

Ice squints at him accusingly.

“What-” Ice starts, then swallows. His throat is bone-dry, his tongue not much farther off as he sucks on his still throbbing finger. “What time- wait, where are we?”

The curtains of the room are drawn shut tight enough that just the slightest ray of sunlight is able to creep in. There’s no air conditioning, and the bedframe squeaks loudly with even the slightest of movement so Ice figures that wherever they are, it’s old as hell.

“It’s almost three,” Mav tells him. He gestures for Ice to sit up and passes over a glass to Ice’s free hand. Ice frowns as the motion pulls unpleasantly at his back and then promptly gulps down the entire thing. Ice rolls his shoulders and pops his neck. God, he is fucking sore.

“Come on sweetheart,” Mav prompts, “wheels up. Slider’s starting to lose it out there,”

Mav stands and walks over to open the curtain, flooding the room with light. Ice flinches at the brightness, peeling back the thin cover sheet and swinging his legs over so that his feet land on the fuzzy teal carpet. The sheet - adorned with pastel pink flowers and butterflies - sticks to Ice’s leg as he moves. He grimaces as the puzzle pieces begin to fall in place.

“Am I in heat?” He asks, trying not to be overly put out by Maverick’s smug look.

“Nope,” Mav pops the 'p', from where he stands, arms crossed, by the window. “Well, you were. Not anymore though, I saw to that, thank you very much. It came on fast enough that we had to get real creative,"

Ice blinks, his stomach drops. "...Creative?"

"We’re in Nana’s room,”

Oh Christ.

It had been Ice’s idea in the first place to get the band back together so to speak. It had been a few years and between deployments, reassignments, and Hollywood going local, everyone was clamoring for a vacation.

Maverick famously hates anything to do with camping so they compromised, landing on what Slider has taken to calling Boyscouts Lite. Ice found an RV rental and enough tents to reasonably shelter a handful of pilots, three women, an eight year old, and twin baby girls.

A tall order to fill, no doubt, but thankfully Slider's Nana conveniently owns a vast plot of land up in NorCal with river access, enough trees to give Hollywood the creeps and, most importantly, radio signal. Maverick refused to go unless he could be guaranteed his daily dose of Springsteen. Nana was more than happy to act as their crew's headquarters, positively delighted to meet all of Ronald’s little friends.

Ice’s last lucid memory was breaking up an argument between Carol and Wolf. They had been organizing the fishing equipment when suddenly Wolf shrieked a sharp, piercing wail that startled several birds into flight. His finger had been pricked - barely, Carol protested. Accusations began flying and Maverick, naturally, was no help.

Within moments of parking the RV, Mav elected himself as the resident river thermometer, stripping to board shorts, making a real show of it once the chorus of whistles and cheers started up. He plopped himself down - a can of beer in either hand - onto one of Bradley’s tubes (the one with the flamingos, specifically) and cast off into the river. Supervising, he had smirked from his tube, bopping along without a care in the world. Ice supposed he should be grateful that his alpha wasn’t one of those excruciating knotheads that insisted on micromanaging everything, but mostly Ice was just annoyed that he was left alone to wrangle with the tents.

Ice vaguely remembers pushing himself between Carol and Wolf - the distinctly unpleasant scent of agitated betas making his lip curl. He had shoved Wolf back hard and then after that Ice’s memory goes mostly blurry.

Heat tends to do that to a guy.

“Come on,” Maverick startles him back into the present, reaching a hand out to pull Ice to his feet. Ice brings his arms up and around Maverick’s neck, breathing in the reassuring scent of content alpha - his alpha.

“Hi,” Ice smiles into Mav’s neck, swaying forward to let the alpha bear most of his weight. Mav makes a pleased sound and wraps his arms around Ice’s hips, digging his thumbs in to massage at the sore tissue.

The sound Ice lets out in relief is rather unbecoming of a naval officer with his record, but Ice is too blissed out to find it in himself to be embarrassed. Plus, they're alone and it's not ike Maverick is a stranger to the various groans, moans, and whines Ice comes up with. No, Maverick loves when Ice gets vocal, makes it his most sacred duty to get Ice to make as many sounds as possible in bed.

It's a shame he doesn't remember much of the previous night, Ice thinks. If the ache in his back is anything to go by, it must have been a good one.

Ice lifts up his right leg to rest atop Maverick’s hip and swoons as Mav, ever eager to follow Ice’s lead, uses his grip to pull up Ice into his arms. It’s a little ridiculous, what with Ice’s clear size advantage and all. But Maverick is strong, and takes Ice’s weight like it’s nothing. He shuffles his hold so that Ice can squeeze his thighs around Mav’s waist, effectively clinging like a starfish across Maverick’s front.

“Hi,” Mav smiles back once they’re both situated. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Ice drops his head to rest snuggly on Mav’s shoulder, and nods. He lets his eyes close as Maverick begins to walk towards what Ice prays to be some form of indoor plumbing.

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going into heat while being slathered in sunscreen and bugspray must be amongst the top 10 ickiest feelings of all time, ice truly is so brave.

We're playing an IceMav askbox fic game. Send me a trope and a first sentence and I'll write at least one paragraph!

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haggishlyhagging · 1 year

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Jan - Jun 2023 Reading List:

Adichie, Chimamanda Ngozi. Dear Ijeawele, or, A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2017.

Adichie, Chimamanda Ngozi. We Should All Be Feminists. New York: Vintage Books, 2014.

Bartky, Sandra Lee. Femininity and Domination: Studies in the Phenomenology of Oppression. New York: Routledge, 1990.

Bittel, Carla. Mary Putnam Jacobi & The Politics of Medicine in Nineteenth-Century America. Chapel Hill: The University of North Carolina Press, 2009.

Bolen, Jean Shinoda. Goddesses in Everywoman: A New Psychology of Women. Perennial Library, n.d.

Brownmiller, Susan. Femininity. New York: Open Road Media, 2013.

Chesler, Phyllis. Women and Madness. Chicago: Lawrence Hill Books, 2018.

Christ, Carol P., and Judith Plaskow. Womanspirit Rising: A Feminist Reader in Religion. San Francisco: Harper & Row, 1979.

Daly, Mary. The Church and the Second Sex. New York: Harper Colophon Books, 1975.

Davis, Elizabeth Gould. The First Sex. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1971.

Doyle, Sady. Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers. Brooklyn: Melville House Publishing, 2019.

Dworkin, Andrea. Intercourse. New York: Basic Books, 2007.

Ehrenreich, Barbara, and Deirdre English. For Her Own Good: 150 Years of the Experts’ Advice to Women. Garden City, NY: Anchor Press, 1978.

Firestone, Shulamith. The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution. New York: William Morrow and Company, Inc., 1970.

Gowrinathan, Nimmi. Radicalizing Her: Why Women Choose Violence. Boston: Beacon Press, 2021.

Hawthorne, Susan. In Defence of Separatism. Mission Beach: Spinifex Press, 2019.

Jeffreys, Sheila. Anticlimax: A Feminist Perspective on the Sexual Revolution. Spinifex Press, 1990.

Jeffreys, Sheila. The Spinster and Her Enemies. Chicago: Spinifex Press, 1997.

Johnson, Sonia. Going Out of Our Minds: The Metaphysics of Liberation. Freedom: Crossing Press, 1987.

Johnson, Sonia. Wildfire Igniting the She/volution. Albuquerque: Wildfire Books, 1989.

Lerner, Gerda. The Creation of Patriarchy. New York: Oxford University Press, 1986.

Love Your Enemy? The Debate between Heterosexual Feminism and Political Lesbianism. London: Onlywomen Press, Ltd., 1981.

Miles, Rosalind. Who Cooked the Last Supper?: The Women's History of the World. New York: Three Rivers Press, 2001.

Reed, Evelyn. Woman’s Evolution: From Matriarchal Clan to Patriarchal Family. New York: Pathfinder Press, 1975.

Sjöö, Monica, and Barbara Mor. The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering The Religion of the Earth. San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 2013.

Smith, Joan. Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists. London: Riverrun, 2019.

Solanas, Valerie. SCUM Manifesto: With an Introduction by Vivian Gornick. London: Olympia Press, 1971.

Spender, Dale. Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them. London: Ark Paperbacks, 1983.

Srinivasan, Amia. The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2021.

Stone, Merlin. When God Was a Woman. San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1978.

Ussher, Jane. Women’s Madness: Misogyny or Mental Illness? Amherst: University of Massachusetts Press, 1992.

West, Lindy. The Witches are Coming. New York: Hachette Books, 2019.

#personal reading list

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sprite-writes · 2 years

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Its a Touchy Subject

Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, James T. Kirk & Reader

No Warnings

Summary: Kirk is having some…personal issues and enlists his lieutenant to help. Unfortunately for her he never knows when to stop talking, and accidentally hits a… sensitive topic, one about a certain chief medical officer.

A/N: back with another installment in the cloudy day series :p (but it can be read on its own!). as usual, no us of y/n, nd I hope u enjoy this! no bones this chapter but dont worry lots of sunshine/bones to come!

Word Count: 1,409

“Sunshine! There you are, I've been looking everywhere,” The captain calls after his Lieutenant, who looks very much like he was the last person she wanted to see.

“Captain,” She says with bided patience. “I just got off shift, if this can wait, please, I'm begging it to.”

He winces at her exasperated tone, taking in her slouched posture and tired eyes. Kirk hesitates, feeling just as bad to be there as she was to see him.

“I wish it could, Sunny but-”

“Kirk please, Jameson is just as qualified as me and I know he just clocked in-”

“First of all, I'm appalled that you think you and first-year Jameson are on the same skill level, like, even by a mile, but that's irrelevant. This is a…personal matter.”

“A personal matter?” she says flatly.

He nods emphatically.

She narrows her eyes and takes a step back. Her eyes crawl up and down his figure like she’s assessing a predator.

“Kirk do you…do you have chlamydia again?”

His reaction tells her no.

“What?! What the—Jesus Christ Sunny, why don’t you say it a little louder, I don’t think engineering heard you!” Jim reaches around the girl, angrily punching in the override code to open her door (perks of being captain, and certainly misuse of power). One hand on his communicator and the other on her shoulder, he shoves her into her quarters.

“I was just asking! Stars Jim, what has gotten you so worked up that you’re shoving me into my room like we just got back from the bar and I’m your pick of the week!”

It looks like someone hit pause on a TV, the way they both freeze.

“…what did you even just say?”

“Do you want to hear it again or do you want me to pretend I didn’t say it.”

“The second one. Please.”

“Fine.”

The play button is pressed. Sunshine sits on her couch, arms crossed and thoroughly cranky now, and awaits Kirk’s next move.

“There’s been a development…” He begins, his hand nervously hovering over his communicator.

“A development?” Of chlamydia, she thinks to herself.

“A development of the…Lieutenant Marcus situation, now I know what you’re gonna say but hear me out–“

She does not, in fact, hear him out.

“Holy shit Jim, did you seriously come all the way here, and interrupt the nap I was about to take just to harass me—“

“Harass seems like a strong word—“

“Harass,” She emphasizes “about why Carol won’t sleep with you?”

Kirk raises his hands as if he’s innocent in all this.

“It is not about her sleeping with me,” He insists. Sunshine gives him a moment, and he knows by her face the next words out of his mouth need to be worth her while.

“She just, she won’t even talk to me,” He says defeated, and falls onto the couch beside her, looking all but miserable.

“After everything that happened I thought we were really clicking! Then all of a sudden, two weeks ago just, poof!” He gestures with his hands, emulating what Sunshine would guess is the spark they had vanishing.

“So she ghosted you?” She asks.

This, she is sympathetic toward. Though Kirk can be an ass, she knows all too well that being left in the dust sucks no matter what.

The captain sighs.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Suddenly she feels very bad for being so short with him…and for accusing him of being STD ridden.

Sunshine lays her hand on his shoulder and provides all she can: a reassuring smile.

“I’m sorry Jim, that’s really hard. But I’m sure Carol just needs some time to herself. She’s been through a lot this year, and she’s probably just now starting to process it. It doesn’t reflect on you as a person, you know. Maybe you’ll click again when you’re both ready.”

Kirk’s eyes lift hopefully from his lap.

“You think so?”

“I do.” She smiles brightly, and the edges of Kirk’s mouth tilt up as well. The captain is reminded fondly of why he went to Sunshine before anyone else. As sarcastic as she could be, Jim knew the kind heart she had. Lieutenant Sunshine was the total emulation of her name, a ray of sunshine.

A pleasant beat passes as Kirk is comforted by her words.

Sunshine promptly ruins this feeling.

“But in the meantime, maybe this will give you a chance to explore your bisexuality.”

Kirk’s smile morphs into a proper cocktail of what Sunshine assumes is probably a whole lot of confusion and a fair bit of offense. Poor Kirk and his internalized homophobia, She thinks.

His head snaps to her so fast she worries he might get whiplash.

“My fucking what?”

“Your bisexuality.” She repeats Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“My bisexuality,” Kirk repeats like it’s the stupidest goddamn thing he’s ever heard.

Kirk could barely stand the know-it-all look on her face like he should have known this already. Like he hears this every day. She can’t possibly really believe that he’s…is he?

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” She says smugly.

“Wha—No! I am not!” He insists, jumping off the couch like the furniture burned him.

“Whatever you say Cap, but that weird thing you have going on with Spock is—“

Kirk is not by any means an idiot. He’s a decorated Starfleet captain after all, but in moments like these, there are few other ways to describe him.

“Luitenant, first of all, shut the fuck up that's an order, and I’m never coming to you for advice again, and are you seriously berating me when you have the weirdest ‘will they won’t they’ ever going on with Bones–”

Suddenly Sunshine is not in a joking mood anymore. Her glowing smile shuts off like a light switch and is replaced with a heart-dropping frown.

Jim stops in the middle of his sentence and winces. Suddenly the biggest regret he’s ever had is the last sentence out of his mouth.

She stands up, both hands on Kirk’s shoulders, and shoves him out of her room, the door hitting him as it opens, and he stumbles through it.

“Woah! Sun, I'm just joking!” Jim defends weakly. He crosses the threshold of his lieutenant's doorway, barely balancing after practically being thrown out. She stands in front of him, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s not funny Kirk. Don’t say stuff like that.” She says gruffly and…are there tears forming in her eyes?

Kirk, for the second time in this conversation, is stunned. In just a moment, over a few words she’s gone ridged, her face is flushed and holy shit did he make Sunshine cry?

The realization hits him like a bucket of ice water.

“Hey…,” He starts softly, like approaching a scared animal. He’s in uncharted territory now. He can already hear Nyota scolding him demanding how the hell he even managed to get her like this. He had really never seen her quite like this. Sad? Sure, even irritable, but this was different. This was an untapped feeling that Kirk was uncovering.

“Sunshine, I really was just messing-“

“Yeah well, It’s not funny, b-because that would never happen and-and that's not cool to say, and if other people hear you say that they’ll start rumors, and if McCoy heard that he would think I’m pining after him like some puppy and I’m not and we’re just friends, so don't ever make a joke like that again,” She says hotly, and by the end of her speech, she's out of breath.

“Okay,” Kirk says because he genuinely has no fucking idea how to respond to that.

“Ugh, whatever, Goodnight Captain.”

Without another word, the entrance to her quarters slides shut. He’s left staring at the glossy grey door of his operations manager’s quarters, feeling utterly perplexed.

On the other side of the door, Sunshine pulls her hair while dread pools in her stomach, and she hopes to god Kirk is the only one who knows- or thinks that she's just about hopelessly in love with her colleague. She falls onto her couch like a ton of rocks and stares at her ceiling and wishes the southern doctor wasn't so…unattainable to her.

As Kirk returns to the bridge, the gears in his head turn relentlessly.

He isn’t sure what to think about first, his apparent bisexuality, or what the hell all that was about.

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lacangri21 · 2 years

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Since I’ve been avoiding Twitter for the past couple of years, I had forgotten how many great resources I found there

I’m making a masterpost of websites and other resources to turn to. I will be editing and adding to it whenever. This is a post for me, but if it helps you, feel free to like/reblog or use the sources.

1. https://www.womenarehuman.com/

2. https://terfisaslur.com/

3. grahamlinehan.substack.com (I haven’t checked this in a long time, if it’s problematique I’ll decide at a later time. This is the only advisory I’m posting here)

4. https://fairplayforwomen.com/

5. https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/hide-and-seek/201708/feminist-critique-marriage

6. http://radfem.org/

7. https://antipornfeminists.wordpress.com

8. https://sisteroutrider.wordpress.com/

9. https://archiveofthebitingbeaver.wordpress.com/

10. https://resistersunited.com/

11. https://www.womensaid.org.uk/information-support/downloads-and-resources/

12. https://kpssinfo.org/

13. https://www.cawsbar.ca/

14. https://womensdeclaration.com/en/about/

15. https://www.womentalkback.org/

16. https://wecantconsenttothis.uk/

17. https://www.collectiveshout.org/

18. https://rights4girls.org/

19. https://nordicmodelnow.org/

20. https://www.demandabolition.org/

21. https://www.womensliberationfront.org/

22. https://endsexualexploitation.org/

23. https://endsexualexploitation.org/issues/pornography/, formerly pornharmsresearch.com

24. https://www.transgendertrend.com/

25. https://4thwavenow.com/

26. https://catwinternational.org/

27. https://www.speakupforwomen.nz/

28. https://boysvswomen.com/#/

29. https://fightthenewdrug.org/

30. http://www.radfemcollective.org/

31. https://www.feministcurrent.com/

32. https://reduxx.info

33. https://therepproject.org/campaigns/notbuyinglt/

34. https://www.antipornography.org/home.html

35. https://www.letawomanspeak.org/

36. https://womencountusa.org/

37. https://radfemsrespond.wordpress.com/

38. https://theradicalnotion.org/table-of-contents/

39. https://wildwomynworkshop.com/

40. https://womansplaceuk.org/

41. https://genderisharmful.substack.com/

42. https://rainn.org/

43. https://www.stopdemand.org/

44. https://womensliberationradionews.com/

45. https://radicalfeminismresourcesblog.wordpress.com/

46. Real For Women has been taken down

47. https://abolishprostitutionnow.wordpress.com/

48. https://www.endviolenceagainstwomen.org.uk/

49. https://firewatchers.net/

50.https://www.radicalwomen.org/index.shtml

51. https://genderispoison.wordpress.com/

52. Women’s Forum Australia has either been deleted or is just now unavailable to me in USA

53. https://www.onlineabortionresources.org/

54. https://4w.pub/

55. https://unherd.com/

56. http://www.stoppatriarchy.org/

57. https://radicalhubarchives.wordpress.com/radfem-101/

58. http://www.feminist-reprise.org/fembib.html

59. https://spinningandweaving.org/

60. https://ykright.substack.com/

61. Karen Davis’s YT was termed

62. https://odysee.com/@YoureKiddinRight:b

63. https://www.thefemaledatingstrategy.com/

64. http://secretlyradical.blogspot.com/

65. https://bevjoradicallesbian.wordpress.com/

66. https://theradicalpenblog.wordpress.com/

67. https://demonista.wordpress.com/

68. https://forestgreenfeminism.wordpress.com/

69. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9QdFRBoK3Lxg4L6sNf3MRg

70. https://linktr.ee/janeclarejones

71. https://allisonbailey.co.uk/

72. https://linktr.ee/lailamickelwait

73. https://www.culturereframed.org/

74. https://www.gaildines.com/

75. https://www.gaildines.com/

76. https://juliebindel.substack.com/

77. http://www.roomsofourown.org.uk/

78. http://www.roomsofourown.org.uk/

79. https://www.lindabellos.com/

80. https://women-uniting.co.uk/

81. https://www.thehelenjoyce.com/

82. https://gendercriticalwoman.blog/

83. https://www.phyllis-chesler.com/

84. https://feminismandreligion.com/2014/02/17/matriarchy-daring-to-use-the-m-word-by-carol-p-christ/

85. https://www.spinifexpress.com.au/

86. https://wao.org.my/

87. https://linktr.ee/notyourporn

88. https://kareningalasmith.com/

89. https://www.womensdeclaration.com/en/

90. https://resistpornculture.org/

91. https://www.pornhelp.org/

92. https://lgbausa.org/

#masterpost #feminism #links #my favorites #P*rn Culture #genderism #original post #Principles

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nerdygaymormon · 1 year

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I've heard some homophobic people say that now it's popular to support people and our church members are taking the easy way by not calling gay people to repentance. I don't see it that way and wondered what you think when people say that

I wouldn't say it's "popular" or "taking the easy way" for a Mormon to be affirming of queer people and supportive of their full inclusion in the LDS Church.

In 2023, professors still can lose their jobs at the church's BYU schools if they stray too far from the LDS Church's homophobic and transphobic teachings despite what the science and consensus is in their fields. Members who post support on Facebook, Twitter, and other social media can expect pushback from other members.

While our church leaders may have softened their rhetoric and made some changes, such as allowing people to keep their temple recommends even if they support gay marriage, the core beliefs on these topics haven't changed much. So no, I wouldn't say it's "popular" in the LDS Church to stand for full equality and inclusion of LGBTQ+ people.

With that said, certainly it's easier in 2023 than it was in 2013, easier than it was in 2003, easier than it was in 1993, easier than it was in 1983, easier than it was in 1973 for a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to be affirming of LGBTQ+ people and to come out of the closet as yourself, at least in the USA.

We can thank queer people like Bayard Rustin, Christine Jorgensen, Marsha P. Johnson, Sylvia Rivera, Frank Kameny, Harvey Milk, Gilbert Baker, Leonard Matlovich, Steve Endean, RuPaul Charles, Ellen DeGeneres, Elton John, Laverne Cox, Lori Lightfoot and many, many others who were pioneers and moved American society to be more tolerant and accepting of queer people.

And from the LDS Church, a number of individuals have bravely stepped forward and spoken their truth & shared their experience, and that's led to awareness and eventually to increased understanding. People such as R. Joel Dorius, Leonard Matlovich, Paul Mortensen, Stephen Holbrook, Carol Lynn Pearson, D. Michael Quinn, Stuart Matis, Ty Mansfield, Mitch Mayne, Kendall Wilcox, Josh Weed, Dustin Lance Black, Jimmy Hales, Tyler Glenn, Tom Christofferson, Troy Williams, Xian Mackintosh, Laurie Lee Hall, Kris Irvin, Stacey Harkey, David Matheson, Charlie Bird, Matt Easton, Emma Gee, David Archuleta, and many others

#queerstake

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Walk Around With Your Guts Hanging Out

(AO3 version)

Billy isn't fucking her but it works really well if everybody and their brother thinks that he is. Well, at first they think he's fucking her. And then because she's an adorable little gremlin and he lets her stick around for a while, everybody and their brother thinks they're dating, even though not a single soul who's ever met either one of them would've expected it.

Chrissy is exactly the opposite of Carol and Nicole and any of the other girls Billy uses to hide his secret - cotton candy and bubblegum voice, like a little girl, cardigans, the whole works. Neil actually seems pleased on the few times they've met, which is nearly enough to put him off all together. Then he remembers 'please, Jason, let go - please, you’re hurting me'. Remembers the vivid ugly color of the healing bruise across her shoulder. The vision of her in his mind he could see in eight or ten years - beaten up and broken, with a little blue-eyed boy clinging to her side just like his mom and he knows he'll never tell her to get lost.

Her parents, on the other hand, hate hate HATE Billy. He parties seven days a week. He drinks. He smokes. He swears. He spits. He wears black leather and faded denim instead of pressed khakis and polyester. His hair is longer than hers. Billy has seen the way her mother looks at Chrissy and recognized the familiar glare of Perpetual Dissatisfaction.

So, yeah he's maybe a little overprotective of her and that's fine because it looks like possessiveness on the outside and if it's not, it's nobody else's fucking business, okay?

He pulls her into his lap at parties, lets her pet his hair and giggle in his ear. If he was capable of loving a girl, he'd pick her if he had any choice, because they know all each other's secrets.

Except for one little, tiny detail.

Until the party at the quarry just before the new school year begins and he sees Harrington with this tall chick from his graduating class in the deep end, standing so close together and he can hear their voices echoing off the high spaces.

"You can do it, Robbie, I gotcha-" all cutesy and goo-goo eyed.

He wants to throw up.

"-just-just hang on," she says nervously, clutching onto Steve’s shoulders.

And Billy knows that he's staring, and it hurts so bad, but he can't look away-

"Oh," Chrissy says quietly, and then reaches down and squeezes his hand.

Billy forces himself to tear his eyes away, though they feel magnetized to Steve Harrington’s bare torso. The urge to keep staring wars with the sick, tight clench in his stomach as he watches this girl put her hands all over him. Shit, he didn’t used to have chest hair. Fuck.

His teeth grind together as his eyes sting, but he forces it back, blinks and looks at Chrissy. He has no way of knowing what his face is doing, but it can’t be good because her eyes crinkle with sympathy at his expression. “So…” she murmurs under her breath, taking his other hand. “That’s your guy, huh?”

“Not mine,” he mumbles, squeezing back as though he can…absorb her straight-ness, maybe? Christ, if only it worked like that… He swallows, his throat so tight that his voice comes out strained and hoarse: “I tried to-to…fuck, I don’t even know, Chris. I was really shitty to him. Wanted to get his attention.”

She swings their joined hands, pulls him in closer and goes up on her tiptoes to give him a hug. To an onlooker, it probably looks quite sweet and romantic. “What happened?”

He leans his face down, as though he is whispering sweet nothings in her ear. “Broke his face,” he mutters, stomach burning anew - with shame this time. “Could’ve killed him if my stepsister didn’t stop me.”

“Billy,” she sighs softly, sad in the way that only she is allowed to get away with - in anyone else, that comment would’ve had him exploding in a rage. For Chrissy, he presses his face to her shoulder and swallows down tears at her disappointment in him. Why she ever expects Billy to be better than is, he’ll never know.

He never thought there would be another person who believed there was any good in him. Having one person who thought he was worth a damn was unbelievable enough. Of course, that too only lasted so long…

No, I don’t want to think about that.

Chrissy draws back, running her hands down his forearms in a soothing motion. “We could go down and talk to them,” she suggests with a smile that shows her dimples. She laces their fingers together and gives him an adorable, suggestive little bounce with her eyebrows. “Be their friends?”

Chrissy has this very strange view of Billy, in his own opinion: she seems to think that because he’s nice to her and she likes him, that obviously if he’s nice to everyone else, they would like him, too. He’s tried to explain that people don’t work like that and that she’s just too nice of a person in general. People are assholes, especially other guys, and as the new kid he could either be the biggest bitch in the room or he could be the biggest asshole and rule them all. With those dogshit options, Billy would always choose to be king. But she’s incredibly stubborn for such a cute little thing and persists in this thinking that he can somehow be a sweet, nice guy.

Actually, now that he thinks of it, maybe he should ask Chrissy if she’s been hanging out with Munson lately, because that sort of thing has to mean she’s on the good shit and real friends share, Chris.

He grimaces, and she pouts, apparently able to read his thoughts just from his expression. With more of a cajoling tone, because she is actually a tiny devil, Chrissy says “Wouldn’t you like it? To be his friend? He might at least smile at you, that way.” A bit wistfully, she adds “He was always really nice to me and the other underclassman, you know. Ronny Donovan tried to pull my pants down in gym class once and he cursed him out and threw a basketball at him. It hit him right in…well, right there.”

From her blush, it’s clear what Chrissy means by ‘right there’. How she got all the way to age seventeen and can’t bring herself to say ‘dick’ out loud is beyond him. “Jesus Christ,” Billy groans. “Now I gotta kick Donovan’s ass, too.”

She laughs at him, like she thinks Billy’s joking or something.

***

“Stay here,” Steve tells Robin, ‘here’ being where she can still touch the bottom of the water. She’s made great progress in her ability to swim - she’s a fast learner, after all - but Steve’s own mother hen instincts freak out at the idea of her in deep water when he can’t actually watch her. He winks. “I’ll get our refreshments.”

He swims back toward the deepest part of the water, where there was still a little blue rubber duckie bobbing up and down. Steve dives, letting his fingers find the long wire of fishing line attached to the duckie and follows it all the way down to the very bottom of this man-made lake, pulling up the bottle of spiced rum attached to the other end and buried there before pushing off for the surface again.

Robbie had been skeptical of this plan to keep it cold without ice, but Steve knew what the fuck he was talking about when it came to parties and all things party adjacent. She brightens as she sees Steve break the surface, making grabby-hands at the bottle as he swims close enough to approach the part of the larger drop-off where it was still possible to stand on the bottom.

Grinning, Steve unscrews the cap and takes a healthy swig, letting the smooth, tingling burn of the rum coat his stomach before offering it to Robin who takes a good sized gulp of her own. “Oof,” she gasps, breathing out the heat of spice and liquor. “Wow.”

“Too much?”

“No, it’s actually really good,” she says, impressed. They get settled in a shallower part of the quarry and Steve lets Robbie wrap her legs around his waist instead of swimming under her own power.

They’re technically about the same height, so she could still reach the bottom here but they were in deep enough water that she would have to put in some effort, and Robbie is a fast learner but there’s no substitution for building up endurance in any physical activity, so he doesn’t really mind helping her cheat a bit - especially once they’ve been drinking for a while and letting Robbie swim by herself could be actively dangerous. Anyway, they're in the water, so it's not like she really weighs anything.

Steve does shift her slightly, so that she’s resting on his hip rather than directly in his lap, though. His dick has enough strange ideas of its own without her help, thanks.

“It’s way too smooth,” he agrees with a laugh. “I’ve gotten really fucked up on things like that, so take it slow. Becky McConnell?”

“God, yeah. I love her hands,” she gushes. “She always has the perfect manicure, it’s great. Debra Lennox?”

“Yes! Don’t you love that-that like glitter skirt she wears with the tights?” Steve sighs. “Amazing. She has such fantastic legs. Tanya Greene?”

“Hm,” she says, taking another swallow and tapping her fingernails on his shoulder while she considers this. “...no.”

“No?!” Steve squawks, outraged. “Her tits are perfect! And her hair-!”

“Is red,” Robin agrees. “That’s why - it freaks me out, dude.”

Confused Steve asks “Do you have a preference for the…erm…the carpet and the drapes?"

Robin laughs at his expression. "It's not that," she says, once she can control her snorting and giggling. "It's the eyelashes."

"Eyelashes," he repeats, wondering if he's somehow gotten a third concussion in the past year.

She groans. "I know! It's so stupid but - y'know how a real blonde or a natural redhead has like…really pale eyelashes? So it almost looks like they don't have any at all?" He nods, taking the bottle from her for a quick swig. "...yeah, that freaks me out. Can't deal with it."

Steve cackles. "You are so weird."

She hums again around another drink, pulling the bottle away from her mouth to whisper "Your boyfriend's here."

Speaking of strange ideas his dick already has. Steve glances in the direction of her gaze and groans, thumping his forehead against her shoulder. "Why did I tell you that?"

"Who else would you tell?" Robin points out.

"Chrissy Cunningham," he says thoughtfully.

Her brows bounce upwards. "You'd tell his girlfriend you wouldn't be opposed to sucking her man's dick?"

"Keep your voice down," he hisses, swatting uselessly at her leg. "No, Robbie - the game. Would you fuck Chrissy?"

She pouts. "You took my turn, asshole! …yeah." Guiltily, she smiles and adds "It's the cheerleader outfit, isn't it?"

"It doesn't hurt," he says with a grin, then quirks one brow, a little smirk still pulling his mouth up on one side. "...and I'm pretty sure she was just staring at your ass."

"She was not!" she complains, though Robin turns to look where Steve was looking in a reverse of their earlier conversation.

Subtly, Steve shifts his position so that she won't have to turn her head so far - except that Robin immediately jerks her face back to his, looking a bit frightened. "Rob?"

Her arms curl around his shoulders, as though Steve is a very large teddy bear she can comfort herself with, and Robin swallows. He grows more concerned when, now pressed closely together like this back to front, he can feel her heart and it's racing. "I think Billy just saw me checking her out," she admits in a whisper, still clutching the back of his neck with both hands. "He looks pissed. Steve…"

Quickly, Steve looks over her shoulder and confirms: Billy and Chrissy are indeed coming this way and he seems to look even more threatening than usual.

Steve’s hands tighten their grip on her legs. He's heard shit- things. About what can happen - what people do to queers they find in their neighborhoods. Men. Women. Boys. Girls.

"I won't let him, Robbie," he promises quietly. "I don't care how good his ass looks in lifeguard shorts."

"Let him what?" she demands, and he can feel how tense her muscles are. He suppresses a wince at the feel of her nails, bitten down though they are, gouging his biceps.

"Doesn't matter, I won't let him. I don't think he'll do anything in front of Chrissy, though." Steve runs a hand down her back, tries to soothe her as best as he can. They can't play I'd Fuck Her anymore with them so close now. Steve hopes to tease her into getting more comfortable, so circles back to an earlier argument. "...I still think it’s Kashmir."

***

They're whispering to each other, all cuddled up against each other and again, Billy feels his stomach rebelling. Sounding like a whiny toddler even to himself, he asks "Do we have to?" He scowls. "She's fucking… touching him. Everywhere. All the time."

"You're jealous," she says lightly.

"Yes," he bites out, teeth clenched.

“Hey, I actually recognize her!” she tells him.

“Yeah?” Even though Billy is pretty sure that she’s an upcoming senior like him and Chrissy, but unlike the rest of his classmates, he hasn’t known 99% of the people in this school for a decade or more and he likes his place at the top of the food chain, so he doesn’t really bother to learn outside of the higher social circles.

“She’s Rae-Rebecca? No! Robin!” Chrissy says, her expression slowly brightening. “Robin Buckley! She’s in the school band. I’ve seen her in the gym sometimes at games.” She sighs a little, head tilting as she gazes at Robin in her little blue and green bikini. “She’s cute.”

Billy darts a sideways glance at her face. He’s…uh, not completely sure that Chrissy is actually straight, but since she herself does not seem aware of that, he decides to be uncharacteristically tactful and keeps his fucking mouth shut.

"Well, maybe you can…I don't know…desensitize yourself?" Chrissy suggests. She carefully tightens up her ponytail as they walk into the water holding hands. If they are going to approach them as a couple trying to make friends with another couple, they will need to maintain even more than the usual level of closeness - especially if Billy can’t manage his jealousy, though she’s too nice to say that out loud.

He grunts, noting that Steve has now noticed them. With great feeling, he says "God, I hope not."

He doesn’t really mind Chrissy laughing at his expense, but he makes a good show of it with a fierce scowl - which of course, only makes her laugh more.

The couple ahead of them looks over their shoulders as he and Chrissy approach, whispering to each other for a moment but get louder and louder as they get closer, until they’re only a few yards away from them as the girl shouts “No! You take that back, you cretin!” right in Steve’s face. "It's Barracuda, it's so obviously Barracuda!"

The bottle of rum drifting away in the water as they shout at each other about…music?

“I'm right, just admit that I’m right once and for all!" he counters. "You know it's Kashmir!"

Robin starts tickling him ruthlessly, making Steve howl, chanting "Barracuda, Barracuda!"

And then Steve gives a shout as he suddenly bursts from the water, standing at his full height, looking so absolutely fucking magnificent with water cascading down his chest and flanks that Billy shrinks down into the quarry to hide the chub he’s sporting.

Steve grabs Robin, lifting her over his fucking head - now is not a good time to start leaking in your short, Hargrove - and while she screams “No, Steve, no!”, drops her right into the water.

Billy whistles. “You’ll be in the dog house for that one, Harrington.”

He looks genuinely puzzled by that assessment. “Huh? What d’you mean?”

Christ, this guy used to be king of the ladykillers? Does he know anything about women?

But Robin comes up laughing, swatting a huge wave of water at him and she shakes her hair from her eyes. “Asshole,” she cackles. “Being wrong doesn’t mean you get to be an asshole!”

“Why is he wrong?” Chrissy asks curiously.

“I’m not,” Steve says smugly, ignoring Robin’s scowl.

"Okay, so what are you so right about?" Billy questions, brow raised and cocky like an asshole. Chrissy smothers a giggle. His posturing and strutting, when you can see through it the way she can, is absolutely adorable.

"Kashmir obviously has the sexiest opening riff in music history," Steve says, with the complete seriousness of someone who both believes this and is intensely passionate about that belief.

Robin, just as passionate and just as certain with her righteousness, growls “It’s BARRACUDA.”

Oh, these two really are a pair of absolute fucking GEEKS.

“You’re…both wrong,” Billy says slowly, tentatively. He doesn’t quite know how to do this whole ‘friendship’ thing with Steve - the other boy never reacts the way he’s expecting and it always leaves Billy with an extra layer of tension to their interactions even beyond the giant boner he sports for him. “Harrington is slightly less wrong, but still wrong.”

Robin, to his further surprise, looks absolutely delighted, standing behind Steve and shaking his shoulders slightly. “Ooooh, a challenger,” she murmurs in that husky, teasing little purr of a voice she has and Jesus fucking Christ, can this girl stop climbing all over him like a goddamn jungle gym? “That’s bold, Mister Hargrove. Let’s hear your defense.”

Why is he getting the feeling that Buckley is teasing him every bit as much as she’s teasing her boyfriend? Apparently neither of them are going to respond to anything the way he expects. “Harrington has the right band, but the wrong song,” he finally says, after a narrow-eyed assessment at the pair of them. “Led Zeppelin is definitely on the money - sexiest of all time, hands down - but you’re really looking for Whole Lotta Love.”

Their expressions both suggest that they are considering this argument with the seriousness of a Harvard Law student studying the Constitution and actually start having a full-on debate with each other like the real fucking nerds they are-

“You are so cute with each other!” Chrissy coos at them, looking enarmored with the lovey-dovey attitude. “Did you guys just start dating?”

Steve and Robin glance at each other, hold eye contact for just a few brief seconds. And then both immediately start laughing. Brushing tears from her eyes, Robin says “Oh, no, no - we aren’t dating.”

Steve smirks and Billy tries really, really hard not to find that sexy. “Yeah, that wouldn’t work out.”

Like a flash of lightning has struck him, Billy suddenly realizes that he actually recognizes this Buckley girl - she looks different right now with her hair pinned up and wearing nothing but that striped bikini, but yeah. Yeah, he’s seen her before. This is the girl who works with Steve at the mall.

Billy’s eyes dart over to her, just because he wants to be sure, completely sure.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

This is the girl with tits on her shoes.

Billy would’ve put every penny on the two of them batting for opposite teams after meeting her and it’s like a whole cascade of thoughts follow that one single realization, like: Steve knows.

Steve knows about Robin.

He’s seen him with Max and that other girl - Eleanor? Elizabeth? - at the Hawkins Pool. Horsing around. Letting them and the boys use him like a fucking jungle gym. Just like Robin.

The two younger girls flirt with him (Max for sure has a little childhood crush on him) and they make eyes at him - nothing Billy finds too concerning, all things considered. They’re probably too young to even quite understand that they’re doing it and also like… yeah, I get it. Same.

But Steve does not react to them doing this, which is the main reason Billy has elected to ignore it and leave the whole situation alone even when it’s happening right in front of him. They’re just kids figuring shit out and there’s no harm in them making eyes at him as long as they don’t try anything else with him and Steve acts like a responsible fucking adult about it. And Billy has to admit that he does.

He doesn't flirt, but he does tease, exactly the same as he teases Henderson. Steve lets them climb on him and jump on his back and shit, but Steve’s hands always stay at their arms or their rib cages or the outside of their legs, never anywhere close to the tits, not anywhere near the ass or the inner thigh/crotch area. They’re underage girls and Billy has silently acknowledged that he keeps the ‘no touching’ zone to very appropriate levels.

But Robin is given the exact same consideration, despite being only a year younger than him and, he knows, very attractive for a girl. Now that he’s seen it, Billy realizes that he treats them the same way he treats Robin. Which means that he already knows.

Steve is fully aware of who Robin is and treats her accordingly - like a playmate, rather than his next potential partner.

Fuck, what is this feeling? Billy thinks it might be...hope.

#harringrove #billy & chrissy #brotp: dingus and doofus #steve harrington #billy hargrove #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham

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vifetoile · 1 year

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Carol P. Christ’s nine suggested touchstones to define the ethos of Goddess religion.

“A framework for ethical decision making but not a blueprint for action.”

#goddess faith #the great goddess #carol p christ #triple goddess #ethics

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“To theologians, these differing views of the "meaning" of the symbol of Goddess might seem to threaten a replay of the trinitarian controversies. Is there, perhaps, a way of doing theology that would not lead immediately into dogmatic controversy, would not require theologians to say definitively that one understanding is true and the others are false? Could people's relation to a common symbol be made primary and varying interpretations be acknowledged? The diversity of explications of the meaning of the Goddess symbol suggests that symbols have a richer significance than any explications of their meaning can express, a point literary critics have long insisted on.

This phenomenological fact suggests that theologians may need to give more than lip service to a theory of symbol in which the symbol is viewed as the primary fact and the meanings are viewed as secondary. It also suggests that a thealogy of the Goddess would be very different from the theology we have known in the west. But to spell out this notion of the primacy of symbol in thealogy in contrast to the primacy of the explanation in theology would be the topic of another paper. Let me simply state that women, who have been deprived of a female religious symbol system for centuries, recognize the power and primacy of symbols. I believe women must develop a theory of symbol and thealogy congruent with their experience at the same time as they "remember and invent" new symbol systems.”

— Carol P. Christ. “Why Women Need the Goddess.” Spring 1978.

#quote #carol p. christ

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our-lady-antheia · 1 year

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"Nurture life; Walk in love and beauty; Trust the knowledge that comes through the body; Speak the truth about conflict, pain, and suffering; Take only what you need; Think about the consequences of your actions for seven generations; Approach the taking of life with great restraint; Practice great generosity; Repair the web."

-Carol P. Christ

#goddess movement #goddess worship #wicca #deanism #filianism #pagan #paganism #witchcraft #feminism

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darylsdelts · 2 months

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do u think i could get more daryl x ftm reader smut ? it can be anythingg . also IM SORRY 4 ASKING AGAIN BUT I NEED 2 BE FED AND IM 2 LAZY 2 WRITE . love ur writing 💗

Darylxftm!reader

Mdni, 18+

Warnings: p in v, cream pie, anger, mentions of dysphoria, I think that’s all!

Daryl had a shit day.

He hates being new in Alexandria, he hates all the questions and especially hates all the damn questions from the women.

When carol had asked him to go to the pantry for her, he reluctantly obliged but he internally cursed Carol when he got there.

One of the women that wouldn’t leave him alone was in there.

“So… Daryl, right?” She asked, pretending she doesn’t know.

He grunts as a reply.

“Hm… well… you gotta job around here yet?” She bats her eyelids at him and Daryl visibly winces and looks away, god he hates this.

“Recruitin’”

She steps a little closer.

“Are you… with anyone? Yknow it gets a little lonely sometimes…”

He steps away, not answering her question, none of her business.

He was with someone, you, so eventually he nods, trying to quickly find what carol needed.

“Oh… you are? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Despite the fact Daryl had just told her he’s with someone, her advances didn’t stop, her fingertips grazing his leather vest.

Who’s the lucky woman… for Christ sake.

Daryl grabs her wrist and pushes her off but not too forcefully, knowing that she could turn it into a big thing, getting him kicked out.

He couldn’t get kicked out, needed to be with you, you’re his boy.

The woman hadn’t even considered that Daryl weren’t into women, but no one ever does. He’s not sure why, he supposes it’s either the way he presents himself or if people know about his background, they just assume.

They shouldn’t though, Daryl never assumes anything.

Eventually, Daryl found the damn chocolate for carol and bolted outta there.

Once he stormed into the house he shared with you and Carol, he slammed down the chocolate on the counter in front of Carol.

“What’s up with you?” Carol asks, surprised by he apparent anger.

He groans, “where’s y/n?”.

“Downstairs, in your room I’m pretty sure, you okay?”

“M’fine” he growls.

He turns to head downstairs before stopping, noticing that there were no dishes in the sink.

“S’he even been up ta eat sumthin’?”

Carol frowns as she thinks, “no, I don’t think he has”.

With that, Daryl makes heavy foot steps down the flight of stairs to his basement bedroom, trying to calm himself before entering.

Once he steps in, he sees you, sat on the edge of his bed in just your boxers and a baggy t shirt.

You can sense the frustration straight away.

“What happened?”, you ask gently.

He doesn’t answer yet, striding over to his work bench and shrugging his leather vest off to hang it on the back of the chair.

Then he turns to look at you, he’s got that dark look in his eye which can mean two things. He’s either pissed off… or horny.

Your eyes flit to his jeans and that’s when you notice the bulge at his crotch.

“Yknow what I can’t stand? Hm?”

Now is when you realise he is in fact, pissed off and horny, a combination that you quite like so you smirk a little but try to hide it.

Daryl steps closer so that he’s stood between your legs as he looks down at you.

“Hate when fuckers assume shit…”

He reaches down, hooking under your armpits and lifting you slightly so you’re in the centre of the mattress.

Stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes drag down your body, which is smaller than his.

“Did you assume I wouldn’t find out ya ain’t eaten today, y/n?”

His fingers pull at his belt, undoing it skilfully, eyes not leaving you.

“Told ya to eat sum’n by the time I got back didn’t I?”

He kneels on the bed, his body towering over yours as his hands come to your boxers shorts, tugging at them, pulling them down your thighs.

He pulls them off your ankles so he can spread your thighs apart, seeing how wet you are already when he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Didn’t I?” He’s eyes move to yours, waiting for an answer.

Your cheeks redden a little at his attention, your thighs trying to close against his force.

“M’sorry, Daryl…”

He holds your thighs apart, “Mm, yer gon’ be, boy”.

Despite being dominant in this moment, Daryl really does treasure you like an angel, he wouldn’t want to force anything on you so he lessens his grip, realising that he’d let his pent up anger get the best of him so far. Despite knowing you quite enjoyed how he was acting, he never wanted to assume.

His hands move to your hips, slipping under your shirt to rub and your sides.

“Can I take this off ya, pretty boy?”.

He always made sure to ask this, every single time, knowing that sometimes you struggled with dysphoria and might be uncomfortable with taking your shirt off.

You nod.

“Need your words, baby boy”

“You can take it off…”

So then he slowly pull the t shirt up off your body, revealing your small chest, no binder.

He was so grateful that you felt comfortable with him like this.

He leans over you and starts peppering kisses across your collar bone and then down your chest to your stomach then he pulls away, taking in the view of your completely naked body, all for him.

He squeezes your hips one more time before undoing the button on his jeans and pulling them down, revealing his dark grey boxers, a small wet patch where his tip is.

He squeezes himself through his boxers gently, groaning.

Your eyes are fixed to his seven inch erection, willing it out of its confines.

Daryl chuckles as he unbuttons his blue striped long sleeve, letting it drop to the floor.

“Needy little thing, ain’t ya?”, he says cockily as you let out a soft whine.

He grabs your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed, then he drops to his knees, hissing your ass cheeks and inner thighs before pressing a single kiss to your swollen clit and he growls into your wet cunt.

You assume he’s going to use his mouth, but then you remember you really shouldn’t assume when he stands back up, pushing his boxers down, his heavy cock springing free.

You lift your head to look down your body, wanting to see every action.

Daryl grips his erection in one hand, tapping his leaking head twice against your throbbing clit, making you gasp.

“What do ya need, Hm?”

“You.” You reply quickly.

“Me?” He teases.

You buck your hips upward, searching for friction, “pleeeease, need you in me, Daryl, please” you whine out.

Daryl lines himself up with your entrance.

“That’s a good boy”

Then he pushes in fast, grunting at the tightness.

“Shit, y/n”

You wiggle you hips slightly, to adjust to his size.

He grips your hips tightly, “none of that, behave” he warned, knowing he won’t last long if you keep up your antics.

Then he pounds into you, roughly, seeking the release of his pent up frustrations from the day.

He leans over you, burying his face into your neck to nip at your flesh as he lets out small whimpers moans whilst you whine like a needy puppy, getting closer to your climax.

Daryl knows, so he moves one hand from your hip to press his thumb against your aching clit and massage circles into it.

“Want ya to cum for me, pretty boy, cmon..”

His words send you over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and you grip his shoulders, your orgasm taking over your body as your small frame shakes beneath his large one.

The feeling of your inner walls clenching around him makes him gasp as he give a powerful thrust, his hips flush against your as he empties himself into you, you can feel the hot load fill you up.

He pants as he holds himself up on his elbows, his large hands cradling your head as he kisses your forehead.

“Did I hurt ya?” He looks at you with concerned eyes but you shake your head, he gives a relieved sigh.

He shifts his hips back, pulling out gently and then reaching for his boxers.

You frown a little, assuming he was going to give you cuddles like he usually would, but you should never assume.

“Cmon, get dressed… I’ll give ya all the cuddles after ya eat sumthin’, can’t have my boy wastin’ away now, can I?”

You smile a little, he’s so good at taking care of you in his own way.

Once you’re up and dressed, he pulls you into an embrace, holding your head to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair.

“I love ya, y/n”.

You hum, contentedly, “I love you too…”

Please forgive me if this sucks!!

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