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writerpetals · 1 year

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She has always been your closest friend, from when you were little scraping knees against concrete when you played, to when you got older discussing boys, and even sometimes girls. You confide in her all of your secrets, as she does the same. And even when she becomes busy with all her work and schedules, and you become busy with everything else, you still manage to plan at least one night a month for your most favorite pastime.

Sleepovers, full of junk food, scary movies, and of course, gossiping. You laugh loud enough for the neighbors to be annoyed, cry because of it, and then laugh harder. Even if the both of you are adults, well past the age for skinned knees and broken hearts from silly boys, you still act like you always have.

Spending the night with her might have been a mistake, however. Not that you don’t want to spend time with one of your closest friends (Lord knows you don’t get many chances to see her often), but that night in particular, when it is well past midnight, laying next to one another in her small, yet comfy bed between the satin, lilac sheets, the questions that spill from her lips have your heart racing.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever pleasured yourself with?”

“What?” You scoff, before snickering, fearful of waking anyone else she shared an apartment with. The last thing you need is her roommates overhearing all the ridiculous questions she just loves to ask you.

“Answer me,” she giggles, turning on her side to face you in her dimly lit bedroom. She brushes a few hairs from your face, making sure you see her as she stares, waiting on your response.

“Why are you so weird?” You huff, but not being able to stifle your giggles as she smacks her lips a second later, still awaiting your answer. “Nothing too absurd, I guess.” It's the truth, nodding matter-of-factly against your pillow with pursed lips.

“Oh c’mon. That’s boring!” Her crinkled nose at your response has you frowning.

“Well, what’s your answer?” The moment you ask, you immediately regret it, knowing her response would be anything from ordinary from the way her lips curl in a grin. “Or… do I want to know?”

“Well,” she begins, propping herself up on her elbow, “other than fingers? Sometimes I use my toys I ordered secretly.”

“That’s boring,” you mimic her, earning a shove against your shoulder while you chuckle. Even you have toys, and even you know that is nothing out of the ordinary.

“And sometimes,” she says, cocking her head to the side, “I use my pillow.”

You blink, waiting for her to giggle or laugh or say she is kidding. But she never does, only staring at you with wide eyes and pursed lips as you take in her confession.

“A pillow?!” She immediately brings a finger to your lips to hush you, not even aware of your volume when it finally clicks that she is entirely serious. You lower your voice to a whisper. “A pillow?”

“Yes,” she confirms. “Don’t sound so surprised, like it’s bad or something.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re being judgy,” she scoffs, before her bottom lip protrudes in a pout.

“Am not,” you state, not backing down no matter how cute she looks. A moment later you adjust yourself on your knees, staring between her pouty face and the pillow your head has been resting against. “But how can that possibly feel good? Does it feel that good?”

“It feels so good,” she beams, as if the two of you are talking about something completely normal. The conversation would normally have you blushing and shying away, but her nonchalant tone somewhat relaxes you as she continues, copying your position on her knees. “You just straddle it, press against it, move your hips and…”

“And what?” You lean in, realizing you are hanging on to every word as she speaks.

“Well,” she hums, grinning, “I could tell you, or I could show you.”

“Sh-show me?” You gulp.

“Sure.” She shrugs, remaining cool and casual through the whole ordeal. Meanwhile your heart pounds harder against your chest every second, thoughts of how she could show you racing through your mind. “If you’re not scared to try something absurd.” The last word has her grinning as she mocks you, but you only roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you agree with a sigh of her name. “But I’m only going to do this because I still think you’re weird and I want to prove my point.”

A devious smirk paints her pink lips. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

With that, she earns another eye roll as she grabs two pillows near her headboard, pushing out of the way the other two you both have been using for your sleepover. She hands you one as you grab it cautiously, watching her fold the flimsy thing in half before pressing it to the sheets.

“See?” she says, and you watch her intently. “Just straddle it.” Before you can respond, she has the pillow between her legs, lowering herself down onto it while holding up her nightshirt for you to get a better view. Her crimson panties press to the soft lilac hue of her pillowcase, and your eyes grow wide once she begins moving her hips ever so subtly in a circle.

Calling her name, you find yourself gulping again, skin burning hot as you watch.

“Try it.” Her voice trembles, and your gaze shifts to her face to notice her eyes flutter to a close and her bottom lip slips between her teeth in a gentle tug.

You are nearly stunned, thinking she was only teasing you, telling you she would show you as a joke or an attempt to be silly. However, when the first soft moan releases from her lips sends a shiver down your spine, you know it’s anything but a joke.

“I-I don’t…” You aren’t sure what to say, eyes bouncing between her face full of bliss, to the pillow between her thighs, and finally down to the one you have in your own hands.

“It feels so good,” she whimpers, breathless while moving her hips just a bit harder against her pillow, “I promise.”

You watch her for a few more seconds, hypnotized by the movements of her hips, before gaining the courage to slip the pillow in your hands between your legs. You pull your own shirt up over your stomach, eyes lowering to see yourself settle against the pillow.

“Move your hips,” she giggles, just as breathless as before, with her eyes slowly opening to watch you as she slips her fingers through her hair, arching her back just a bit and showing you how to maneuver your body.

You can’t pull your eyes from her hips as you begin to move your own, slowly at first, feeling the softness press against your folds, the pillowcase against your panties. You bite down on your lip, lowering yourself even more so until there is enough pressure against your clit to have your breath catching in your throat while you move back and forth.

“How does it feel?” Your eyes shoot up to meet hers once she asks, seeing her gaze, dark and half-lidded, lips parted and ecstasy apparent in her expression.

“It f-feels,” you stutter, closing your eyes and gulping down any whimpers when you push against the pillow harder, “so good.”

She holds back any I told you so’s, instead keeping quiet as she leans just a little closer to reach for your hips, gentle fingers pressing to your warming skin.

“Move your hips in a circle,” she instructs, pushing carefully on your waist to guide you, all the while never stopping her own thrusting against her pillow. You gasp at the sensation, realizing the friction was much, much better her way. “Does it feel good?” Her words release in a breathy whisper, causing you to nod before tilting your head back.

“Mhm,” you whine, lowering your hand to hers that rest over your hip, not wanting her to pull away. She has never touched you in such ways, but neither of you can deny how you both enjoy it.

“You know what feels even better?” You open your eyes at the question, curiously awaiting her to inform you. “It feels amazing without your panties in the way.”

You can’t respond quick enough before she dips her hand between your thighs and the pillow, causing you to raise yourself enough to allow her fingers to slip your underwear to the side to uncover your slit.

You whimper her name, licking your lips and getting lost in the moment when she presses against your aching folds.

“It feels so good if you’re wet, too.” A breathless moan fills the small room when she begins caressing the length of your slit, priming your folds with arousal that leaked out as soon as her fingertips pressed against your clit. Your jaw slacks, eyes fluttering as she circles patterns against the swollen nub, seconds before her other hand eases between her own thighs to push her panties to the side, not wasting time in pleasuring herself as well “Now try it.”

When she pulls her hand away a few moments later, you are tempted to protest, already missing the feeling of her fingers against your skin, but quickly ignore the longing as you press yourself against the pillow once more. The feeling of your folds, now soaked and dripping as you begin to grind yourself against the satin pillowcase is enough to have you releasing a steady rhythm of whimpers.

Her breathless moans mixing with yours send shivers through your body, goosebumps forming along your skin any time you open your eyes to get just a peek of the bliss that fills her face. She has no shame in watching you, her own sights lowering to the pillow between your thighs, watching you buck your hips back and forth, faster each second as the pleasure overwhelms you.

When she reaches for you again, hands against your hips, fingers pressing into your skin, you hold her there with a trembling grasp, not wanting her to pull away a second time. She leans into you, daring to take it a step further with her mouth lingering an inch in front of yours. Her parted lips with desperate moans that fill your ears quiver with need, giving you all the signs before you met her in a forbidden kiss.

The noises she makes against your lips fill your body with pure bliss, nearing you closer to the edge and causing you to grind against the pillow harder. You reach for her, pulling her body closer and deepening the kiss with a swipe of your tongue over her bottom lip, allowing you entrance. Her nails grasp at your side, encouraging you to move faster, knowing from your moans that tickle against her skin you are getting so, so close, only needing one last push before you pummel yourself toward ecstasy.

Her hands that rest against your hips rise to your breasts, one palm soothing gentle caresses over your skin, the other hand with fingers that dare to circle an erect nipple, sending electricity coursing through you when she pinches or pulls. You can’t hold back anymore, pulling away from her lips to release one final whimper, choking on your own breath as the pleasure swells from between your thighs. You tremble, with twitching legs and desperate hands that reach for her as you come undone.

She holds you through it all, allowing your body to melt against her, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head until you are able to attempt to catch your breath. When you pull away, sitting up right and realizing she still has yet to come, the only thing you want to do is return the favor.

“Here,” you say, voice still shaky, still so unsure but you know you want to make her feel good. You reach for her, slipping your hand between her glistening folds and the pillow, feeling how wet she has become, feeling how good her skin feels on your fingertips. She lowers herself in an instant, beginning to rock herself against your hand, allowing you to caress her clit as the moment consumes her entirely once again.

You can’t help yourself as you lean in, pressing your lips to her lips, her flushed cheek, her neck with a sheen of her sweat from getting so, so worked up just for you. You move your fingers faster, teeth scraping along her flesh just to hear those extra few enticing noises she makes, breathless, whimpering, nearly whining for release and begging without words.

“C’mon, babe,” you call for her, unexpectedly with a pet name but from the way she moans and presses harder against your hand, moving her hips faster, she loves every single bit of it. “Come for me,” you encourage her, wanting her to feel the same release you had moments ago.

You see her jaw drop, body hunch forward until she falls into you the same way she allowed you to do, losing all control in the moment as she reaches her own end. She gasps, nails digging into your skin but it only encourages you to rub her clit faster, draining every ounce of pleasure out of her until she finally slumps into the bed.

“Wow,” you giggle, meeting her against the sheets, both of your bodies lying side by side as she catches her breath. “You came really hard.”

“I normally,” she exhales, “do.” Then she laughs, still breathless but it has you giggling once again.

“Really?” You raise your brows, still grinning.

“Well, not that hard.” She bites her lip, sleepiness settling on her face. “But since I had some amazing help this time…”

“Mhm,” you tease, knowing both of you have left the other completely satisfied.

“So, do you still think it’s weird?” She asks suddenly as she reaches to fix her panties, before tossing both of the soiled pillows, damp with both of your arousals, to the floor for clean-up later.

“If it’s you,” you tell her, grinning and gaining her full attention, “it’s still weird.” She chuckles, laying back down next to you and sneakily slipping an arm around to pull you closer to her, accepting the fact that you will never admit how much you enjoyed it.

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layuhsblog · 2 years

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Petty- optional bias x reader

warnings- angst, angst, angst, cheating, reader is very hurt, learning how to self love (idk why i put it in warning), lowercase intended, tried to make it gender neutral.

"everytime i look at you, my heart clenches. it weeps and longs for you, even after what you did so don't you dare come up to me and say you're sorry because you're only sorry cus you got caught. you don't regret it one bit. they're prettier than me, better than me, everything you ever wanted so don't come up to me and say you regret it because i know you don't.

maybe it's true, my insecurities caused this relationship to fail but who's choice was it to let it fail? yours. you let it fail. i don't ever want you back because the only favour you've done by hurting me is making me try love myself. goodbye cheater, i hope they hurt you the same way you hurt me. petty right?"

they recalled from the last argument they had

"god, you're so petty y/n!"

"it's only because you gave me a reason to be petty, i have all the reason to punch the fuck out of you but why is it that you wronged me and I still wish to blame myself and excuse you. i don't deserve this. i never deserved you."

"i don't deserve you baby." they sobbed in their partner's chest who was stroking their hair soothingly

they cried bitterly remembering the times before it all went wrong, but what once was said with self hatred was now being said proudly, because they were too good to be hurt after giving it their relationship their all.

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unedited

this is remembering flashbacks

-is used to differentiate the change in time- (flashback or end of flashback)

i tried my best to make it neutral but i suck at this so please correct me if i messed it up

I've been on this app for three yrs but I've never written proper fics so please bare w me.

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#optional bias #kpop girl group x reader #kpop #fanfic #writers on tumblr #anime #fiction #angst #kpop angst #skz angst #chan angst #johnny suh angst #nct angst #sad #itzy angst #Spotify

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 days

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AITA for asking someone out as a joke?

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Normally I would never ask someone out as a joke but I thought it would be funny this time because of the situation!

So we are all in high school. I'm the youngest. I'm 16m, and everyone else involved are seniors. There is a girl in our friend group who I was pretty sure didn't like me. "Em".

We don't really get along, but Em's not too mean or anything. Sometimes, she disagrees with me just to disagree with me. An example is one time I was talking about how one of my classes was hard and she said "I don't think it's difficult" I'm in an AP class and she isn't, so she has no idea how challenging or unchallenging my classes are. Another time when she found out I liked dogs, she made fun of me for being 'one of those men who hates cats because I don't understand consent' I don't really know what that means. I like Jack Russell terriers. I wasn't aware that was indictive of some sort or personality trait or lack of boundaries. I also don't dislike cats so I'm not sure where it came from. She also shoots down every suggestion I make on principle. Once I suggested we go bowling, and she gagged, but then got excited about it when someone else in the friend group agreed with me and acted like it was the other friends idea. She's also made negative comments about my body, namely that I don't have a girlfriend because I don't work out and my arms are small. I'm the only one in the group she acts like this with.

I just always got the impression that she just did not like me in any way at all.

Em dumped her boyfriend 3 months before Prom because he was "boring" (her words) and wasn't sure what she was going to do. I jokingly suggested she take me to prom, with the joke being. "You don't like me, imagine being stuck with me at prom." Because we have never once had a normal conversation and I genuinely thought she disliked.

She agreed, and I thought she was matching my energy and I was like "ok hahaha"

One of our other friends came to talk to me about prom and I said I wasn't going, I'm too young. They said they thought I was going with Em. I replied "that was a joke because she kind of hates me?" And I was told she thought we were actually going to prom together.

The next time we were together I apologized and told her I thought we were joking about prom because she obviously doesn't like me.

She started crying and it was super awkward. She now isn't speaking to me at all. She says I embarrassed her and was needlessly cruel.

Our friends are divided but ultimately decided it's between us.

Some of our friends think it was just a miscommunication and not a big deal because they also thought Em disliked me and got the joke when I made it. Others think I was being a bit cruel to her but ultimately decided it was none of their business. There were secret third options as well but they still agreed that they didn't want to be involved in the drama.

She also left our friend group because the others chose not to get involved instead of backing her up. She sits with different people at lunch now (or so my older friends say).

There are two people who might see this from my friend group so I'm going to just here ask them: hey if you see this please don't not weigh in because you have a bias, thanks!

I also won't get defensive if I'm voted the asshole.

aita?

#aita #am i the asshole

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my-current-obsession · 19 days

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Something I both love AND hate about FF7 (the original game and everything after, including the Remake trilogy) is that it is just ambiguous and/or player-driven enough that no matter which side of the love triangle you fall on (assuming you do in fact ship Cloud with one of the girls), the majority of fans for that ship are 100% CONVINCED it's the correct/canon option.

Like, certain scenes are definitely up to interpretation, and people are going to thus have varying reads on those scenes and the characters/relationships the scenes are about. It doesn't help that several scenes change depending on the player's choices, which acts as a confirmation bias as you naturally get more time and romantic moments with the girl of your preference. It really seems to me that MOST people who ship Cloud and Aerith have one solid interpretation (with a plethora of supporting evidence) of the series and the romance, while most people who ship Cloud and Tifa have their own solid interpretation with plenty of evidence that is VASTLY DIFFERENT from the Clerith reading of the game.

This is not a case of "one ship is clearly, explicitly canon and fans of the opposition just like their pick better and/or think it made more sense narratively and WISH it was canon" - for an example of that, look to the Avatar the Last Airbender shipping wars. This is a case where both sides literally interpret the story just differently enough that they come to entirely different conclusions about which girl is Cloud's true love. And if either side reaches out to try and explain their viewpoint to the other, they're just met with "uh, no. You're wrong." Try and explain what Cloud might be thinking in a given scene with one of the girls, why he acts a certain way... "That's not it at all, where are you getting this? Are you delusional?"

Like, I am a Clerith shipper. I have played all the games in the compilation and watched Advent Children. I tried to be as completionist as possible, even. And I came out on the other side of really digging into the story of this game loving Cloud and Aerith's dynamic and pretty firmly convinced they were canon. Or as canon as possible in the timeline where she died.

As any Clerith fan who participates in the fandom would know, if you try and explain your interpretation of these characters and the romance to a diehard Cloti supporter... you're met with a lot of "you're misinterpreting! Cloud and Aerith were just friends! She loved Zack to the end and Cloud loved Tifa since childhood and never stopped! Also Aerith is actually BAD for Cloud because she's too pushy/abrasive. She's not helping him open up, she's just forcing him to go along with her and making him uncomfortable!"

All of this is of course infuriating, but I'd like to think I'm self-aware enough to know we are kind of guilty of the same thing. The majority of Tifa fans are SO happy about the kiss in Rebirth, while we're over here dismissing it because, one it's optional, and two Cloud is "obviously" using Tifa as a rebound or settling for her since Aerith is seemingly unavailable. But that's not how Cloti fans see it at all.

We can talk until we're blue in the face about how TIFA deserves better than Cloud because she shouldn't be the second choice - the one he settles for. But I think most people who really love Cloti genuinely don't see it that way. In their eyes, she's NOT second-best. Cloud loved her all along and this kiss is finally confirming that. And nothing we say will dissuade them, just as nothing they say will actually change OUR minds about Clerith.

It is honestly really difficult for me to try and see the story and romance the way Cloti fans do, but I know the reverse is also true. Both groups of fans interpret the characters and relationships differently. The compilation ALLOWS us to interpret them differently. And this is why the ship war for a game from 1997 is still raging on.

Because both camps are certain they're right, they defend their position viciously. Sometimes that means invading the "other side" to tell them how wrong they are. This discussion/rant was prompted by a Cloti fan on a Clerith vid who wanted to debate MY comment about how wonderful the ship was and how good they were for each other. He was "confused" and "concerned" because Clerith fans were reading the story wrong or warping it to suit our ship.

I wanted to tell him, "buddy that's what YOU'RE doing". I wanted to write a goddamn essay explaining why Clerith is canon actually. But considering in my INITIAL comment that he first responded to I'd already brought up why I thought Clerith was great, and he was IGNORING that... I knew it would be pointless. There is nothing I could possibly say that would change his mind. There is nothing he could possibly say that would change my mind.

As long as both sides of this war are fully convinced they're right, this war is going to be endless and brutal. And that's why my absolute biggest fear for part 3 is an open, ambiguous ending regarding the ships. Maybe it will canonize nothing. Maybe it will canonize BOTH by having the actual ending change depending on which girl the player favors.

Either route will offer no relief to this eternal battle. I would honestly prefer for Cloti to explicitly and unambiguously win than an ending where neither girl does. Because I can accept a loss. I can accept being told that actually I WAS interpreting the story wrong, but I'll only accept it from the text itself. If anything, a Cloti ending might encourage me to go through the entire compilation again trying to view it with that canon couple in mind. I'm sure I'd see things differently, even if I'd always have a place in my heart for Clerith. And I sincerely hope that if Clerith were to win that Cloti fans could do the same.

All I know is that I'm sick and tired of this ship war. I personally have never gone after Cloti fans or engaged in Cloti content with the intent to debate or hate on the ship. But I don't speak for all Cleriths. I'm sure at least a few fans of my ship are guilty too. I have seen many obnoxious Cloti fans invading our spaces to disparage us - mostly on YouTube and Twitch, less here on Tumblr - but I KNOW there are plenty of kind Cloti fans who just happily enjoy their ship and leave us to ours as well.

At the end of the day, regardless of how part 3 ends things, I just wish we could live in peace. Please enjoy your ship. Your interpretation of the text and romance is valid. But so is mine. If neither side can agree, then the best thing to do is leave each other alone.

#clerith #cloti #ship and let ship #final fantasy vii #i tried to be as neutral as possible about this topic so i think it's only fair if fans of the other ship can see & chime in too #but please. PLEASE. literally the point of this is that i'm sick of arguing #hardcore fans of one of these ships WILL NOT be persuaded to the other side. don't even try.#i don't want to debate about this. i just want everyone to live in peace #final fantasy #edit: i've been informed this still isn't neutral enough. so i TRIED to make it more so. i don't think it's possible to go further #at least not without cutting out a lot of what i want to say. i'm not taking out what bits of interpretation are left from both sides here #since IMO that dilutes my point. the idea is this particular series CAN be interpreted so both sides legit think their ship is canon #i need at least one example of a sticking point between the sides for that #beyond that i just gave a singular example of ONE bad cloti fan stirring up shit in a clerith space #(and trust i have many more examples i kept to myself for the sake of trying to be neutral)#good fans who mind their own business shouldn't be bothered by me pointing that out since they're innocent. just saying.#anyway if this still isn't neutral enough for y'all i guess i'll remove the cloti tag. just let me know

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lakesbian · 1 year

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@bestbutchbracket

Rationally I am aware that this bracket is Not That Serious. For fun, even.

This did not stop me from accidentally putting together an entire campaign video and essay for Lake. She's butch butch, in the way that was incredibly important for me to see on TV, and seeing her in the bracket made me legitimately really happy. I wanna share the butch Lake highlight reel with the participants who haven't heard of her before and don't have time for 1 1/2 hours of television over a Tumblr poll!

So I present to you all: An organized highlight reel (of lots but certainly not all) of Lake's Butch Moments, plus a bonus essay. The people should be properly informed about their candidate options before they vote!

She really does deserve a win, despite not being one of the "iconic" options. She's one of the best butch characters I have ever seen, and I'm damned picky about what I call butch representation. She's not just gender non-conforming--she's the main character of an entire season about her struggling against systematic oppression and asserting her right to exist no matter how many times she's told she's not a person. She faces police brutality, she faces dehumanization, she faces constant bias, she faces being systematically discriminated against in favor of a gender-conforming girl and a boy, she faces being told that she doesn't even exist, and every step of the way she defiantly asserts: I am a person, I am not the feminine girl you want me to be, and I am going to keep living no matter what.

And she's just so deeply butch even beyond the big sci-fi metaphor-driven narrative about oppression. She's cool, she's strong, she's kind and thoughtful but she doesn't take any shit. She loudly criticizes toxic masculinity. She's brave, she's scared, she's tough, she's silly, she's angry, she's loving, she's loud. She contains all the multitudes I recognize and love in other butches. She's the sturdy person her friend can lean on when he accidentally steps in mud and needs to lift a foot to shake it off. She blushes and stammers when a group of pretty girls compliment her buzzcut. She's got massive boots and a DIY'd tank top. She hates cops. She gives hugs that could break backs. She's eking out an existence in a world that explicitly doesn't want her.

Lake is honestly something special. Infinity Train was the only time I've ever gotten into a completely mainstream and fairly popular show and then, out of nowhere, received an entire season explicitly about someone like me living my experience. I know that Sailor Uranus and Mo and Jess Goldberg and all those characters are iconic, but I'd legitimately place Lake in the same tier as them in terms of quality of representation. I cried the first four times I rewatched her season because of how familiar it was. Infinity Train is a sci-fi show, but it's primarily about people being people, and its depiction of Lake's gender non-conformity (addressed primarily through a very literal sci-fi metaphor in which her being made of metal acts as a handy stand-in for gender non-conformity whenever her appearance is being discussed) is painfully, wonderfully, recognizably true to the butch experience. She's the bracket's baby butch--both a relatively newly made character and canonically young--and she deserves a win to welcome her into the ranks of famous butch characters.

C'mon, vote Lake so she can proudly show off her new crown to all the older, more famous butches in the poll. They'd be proud of her. After all the time she's canonically spent being unfairly stuffed into boxes, she deserves a little recognition for what she actually is: hands-down one of The Best Butches you can find in any media.

#bestbutchbracket #infinity train #b2 #videos #analysis #i am not fucking around with figuring out how to upload that video to the submission box so a tag it is #pspspss infinity train enjoyers. support lake for best butch 2k23 #Oh god since when was that video nearly 10 ass minutes #wheeze i had to upload it to yewchewb before tumblr would even let me embed it #thank you tumblr user bestbutchbracket for giving me an excuse to Go Nuts making an inftr analysis video.

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camerongonewyld · 2 years

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Bill and Ted: What They Mean to the LGBT Community

Hello! This is my first tumblr post! So before you read any further, here is a brief introduction!

My name is Cameron! My pronouns are he/him, and I am a 16 year old transgender kid currently living in America. Given the state of most of the country I am living in today, it's safe to assume that I've seen a lot just simply growing up here. The topics of my posts will be mostly random, although each blog will have a point and a focus, as I intend to dedicate this account for organizing and explaining my ideas in a well thought out and cohesive way, often tying these thoughts into the media I consume. Some of these posts will be about my personal experiences, opinions, beliefs, and thoughts, all with a hard basis in reality. Some might be persuasive, argumentative, or informative, as I intend to let the world peek into my perspective of the world around me. I do not officially speak for any minorities or groups of peoples or organizations, as all of my blogs are my bias, and are rooted in the way I think, feel and act, as well as things I have simply observed. Any ignorance on my part is in no way intentional, so always feel free to correct me. With that being said, my name is Cameron, and welcome to my blog!

Research available to write a post solely on this subject was very limited, so I will try to articulate everything I write to the best of my ability, and excuse me for any absence of cohesion and structure.

Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure is a film released in 1989, distributed by Orion Pictures, a subsidiary of the better known Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) Studios. This film was the first installment to what would soon be a franchise, spawning two sequels in 1991 (Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey) and 2020 (Bill and Ted Face The Music) respectively. A franchise that proved to be profitable, raking in millions in the box office and boasting a spin-off animated series (Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventures), a video game for the NES, and other novelties.

The first film, and easily the most memorable, follows the story of two teenage boys, Bill S. Preston Esq. and Ted "Theodore" Logan. Two known slackers who are doomed to flunk out of school because of their grades in history. To prevent this from happening, the two of them must perform an oral report detailing different famous historical figures, and how they may view the world of their little Californian town of San Dimas in the year 1988. With this seemingly impossible task at hand to create this report overnight, all hope is lost until they are met with a time traveler from the future named Rufus, who presents them with a time traveling phone booth. Using this booth, Bill and Ted go back in time to gather different famous people from throughout the world's history, with the intent to bring them back to San Dimas to help them present in their oral report.

This movie at it's core is very comedic and lighthearted, with the two main characters easily being the defining novelty of the film, with their wholesome friendship always on display throughout the course of the entire movie and franchise. Bill and Ted are simple characters at face value. Teenage boys, both seemingly naive, deemed as "lazy slackers", who speak with dated vocabulary and valley accents, only seeking to have a good time and gawk at girls their age. Being a stereotype of the nerdy, stupid, metalheads of the era, Bill and Ted were definitely a mold for the underdogs of the audience to fit themselves into.

So, what does this have to do with the LGBT community as we know it? Assuming you have seen this movie and are familiar with our titular characters, Bill and Ted, all of what was previously mentioned is already known to you. If you have not seen this movie, I suggest you stop reading and go do so, the movie is available to rent on Prime Video or stream on Paramount Plus with a subscription. (Of course pirating is always an option, but please be safe on the internet, and only do so if the movie isn't currently readily available to you. I do not condone any kind of illegal or unlawful activity.)

Spoiler warnings exclusively for the Bill and Ted film trilogy are in effect for the rest of this post. You have been warned.

Bill (Alex Winter) and Ted (Keanu Reeves) are established as best of friends from the beginning of the movie as we are introduced to the exposition of the film by Rufus (George Carlin) as he refers to them as "the two Great Ones."

From the get-go, Bill and Ted are already seen as great friends, as they spend their time in Bill's garage, practicing guitar for their band Wyld Stallyns, as they laugh and have a good time together. They keep this act for the entire film, their friendship never letting up, and they stay together for the duration of the series, not just in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. They figure out different situations together, usually listening to one another and sharing ideas, one hardly ever being upset or angry at the other when things go wrong. In fact, the most angry we ever see either of them get at one another is when Bill irritably tells Ted to shut up when Ted would adoringly talk about Bill's stepmother, Missy, with Ted hardly being afflicted by this, only smiling at him in response.

Two best friends, who in their school life, are implied to not fit in among the crowd. They are called out in class, and laughed at by the other students when they can't answer the teachers' questions. In a deleted scene, Bill and Ted walk to school together, where before they get to class, they are picked on by a few jocks or seemingly popular kids in their school. Ted in particular has a strained relationship with his father. Ted's father, is shown to be a cold, demanding and hard hitting man, who weighs his high expectations onto his son. In the first few scenes of the film, one of these scenes is an interaction between him and Ted, where he tells Ted that if he fails history, Ted is to be sent to an Alaskan Military school.

(Ted and his father)

Bill and Ted are at their core, a spin on the underdog stereotype, where they against all odds, do the impossible and face a task together in spite of what their teacher, their parents, or their implied classmates might say. This underdog trope is one of many that members of the LGBT community, myself included, can reconcile with. Familial and societal pressure to fit in, and yet still being outcast because of who they are. Bill and Ted certainly do not fit in among their peers, although not as apparent in the movie we know it as, research into the production of this film speaks more on this implied trope. Bill and Ted are certainly not popular, and are known as nuisances to the school.

(Courtesy of Wikipeda)

Although once adapted for the big screen, Bill and Ted were modified to be older, seeming to be around the ages of 16-17, and less cookie-cutter characters, the original characterization of Bill and Ted remains. Even with the remnants of this vision remaining, Bill and Ted are highly relatable characters to their targeted audience. Many of those who struggle with their own identities might see themselves in these characters, feeling as if the weight of the world is pushing on them, and if not pushed to do what is asked of them can mean the ends of their lives as they know it. Still, Bill and Ted raise their heads high and adapt to their situation with gung-ho attitudes, which serve as inspiration to those who might be struggling in their own lives.

(Bill and Ted in their classroom)

The story of Bill and Ted's wacky time traveling adventure is universal, with the two main characters appealing to a wide audience, and not just those of the LGBT variety. Yet what makes this film particularly special to specific members of LGBT community is the very stuff that holds this movie together as a whole: Bill and Ted's friendship. Due to a severe lack of media representation, I and many other members of the LGBT community resort to seeing traits and ourselves in characters when they're not there or not intended to be there. Bill and Ted's unbreakable friendship is never established to be anything more than just a friendship, but looking through the lenses of a queer person, they can be interpreted as a couple, or at the very least, to be less than heterosexual, despite their on-screen relationships and romantic interests in the princesses they meet in Medieval England, Joanna and Elizabeth. Taking what is already there and building on it, shaping the movies canon to create something they can further relate to.

Bill and Ted definitely care about each other, otherwise the interpretation of their relationship being less than platonic wouldn't hold much merit. Bill tends to show his concern for Ted more often in the first installment of the franchise. In a scene where Bill and Ted are in Medieval England, after fooling around in suits of armor, Ted falls over and falls down a flight of stairs.

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(Content warning, a homophobic slur [f*g] is used at the timestamp 2:29)

This scene is one of the most talked about clips when it comes to Bill and Ted and their sexualities. Bill, after witnessing Ted presumably die, he proceeds to mourn his friend. While witnessing the events unfold leading up to Ted's death, he shows clear concern for his friend by running after him down the flight of stairs. While mourning, Ted's attacker appears and Bill immediately gets up to fight in an attempt to avenge his friend, saying the iconic line "you killed Ted, you Medieval dickweed!" While anybody would mourn their friend if they were killed, not many would actively throw themselves at somebody to avenge them, showing that Bill would intentionally put himself in harms way to protect/save Ted, which can suggest a more-than-friendship between the two of them.

To address the elephant in the room, Bill and Ted do use a homophobic slur after they hug each other in this scene. Back then, this was seen as socially acceptable and the word f*g was a word in the general lexicon. This movie was released not too long after the historical AIDS crisis in 1981, where many gay people were blamed and hatecrimed for the spread and outbreak of the sexually transmitted disease (AIDS) due to a spread of misinformation and hate rallying against members of the gay community at the time. All christian churches were condemning homosexuality, so gay people were seen as deviants, and treated like many other much more heinous and harmful deviants would be treated today (i.e p*dophiles and z**philes)

The use of this slur doesn't just date the film to a degree that might taint it's overall lighthearted and wholesome image, but the use of the slur sometimes serves as a form of signaling to some members of the LGBT community. The word f*g has since been reclaimed by the community, and many gay people today use that word to describe themselves or others who are comfortable with it and use that word frequently as well. Bill and Ted call each other f*gs because they are insecure about their loving friendship for one another, and is in no way used maliciously, which is why many of us have looked at the two of them and decided that they could be interpreted as a gay couple.

(look at these two lovebirds, awhh aren't they adorable?)

It's no doubt that Bill and Ted have been through a lot together, and since the beginning of the film, it can be assumed that they have been friends for a long time because of the way their personalities nearly mirror one another. While they're not completely the same (Bill seems to be just a bit more outspoken than Ted, usually being the voice of reason at times, while Ted is the 'ladies man', and is more observant, contributing to their shenanigans by helping to come up with ideas to weasel their way out trouble.) Their demeanor and behavior are damning evidence of their friendship having started long before their adventure through time was conceived. As a queer person myself, I have certain close, long-lasting friendships where our dynamic is similar to that of Bill and Ted's, and if being queer has taught me anything, it's that falling in love with your best friend can certainly come easy if you let it.

Another clip, although less serious than the clip I had previously attached to this blog, is also a talking point in "what is Bill and Ted's sexuality?" discussion.

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(Apologies for the quality, this was the best clip I could find 😭 the f-slur is also used here, so proceed with caution.)

Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey is the second installment in the Bill and Ted's franchise and is definitely less frequently talked about. The plot is somewhat convoluted, so explaining it here is a luxury I cannot afford, but to add context to the clip, Bill and Ted are being hung over a cliff by two evil robot clones of themselves, these evil robots having been tasked to kill the real Bill and Ted so the clones can take over their lives. In a desperate attempt to save themselves, Bill and Ted pretend to be in love with the robot clones to increase the possibility of the clones letting them walk free. This obviously doesn't work, and Bill and Ted are thrown off the cliff. While this scene is usually just there to be a joke, digging deeper, it can be seen that maybe Bill and Ted are inadvertently confessing their feelings for one another before death. And while Bill and Ted do not truly "die" (this movie takes the concept of death very lightly, and character death isn't an end-all for a character's development) it's still plausible to assume that this is how many people view Bill and Ted at this point.

Many project themselves onto Bill and Ted. I mean, we are human, and projection is something that a lot of people do, whether that be intentional or unintentional. Seeing yourself in a character, whether that be explicitly or not, is something that means a lot to many people, which is why media representation is so important. One minor detail can go a long way. I have already mentioned that I am a transgender male. I struggle with my identity and those struggles have taken over many aspects of my life that many cis people hardly have to think twice about. The way I dress plays a big role in my self image, so any 'feminine' clothing, or any clothing that can be interpreted as 'feminine' was a no-go for me for the longest time.

Seeing Bill wear a crop top for most of the first movie was a detail that I and many other people have grown to appreciate. Fashion for men in the 80's was wildly different to what fashion for men is now, so then the crop top wouldn't have made any impact. As times have changed, the crop top has become a more 'feminine' article of clothing.

Despite identifying as male, it was never clothing that gave me a problem with my identity, but rather the connotations attached to it. If I could be called a male while wearing a bikini at the beach, I would wear a bikini. Clothing ultimately has no gender, so when I see a piece of clothing I like, simply wearing it wouldn't tear apart my self image. Since society has insisted on putting people and inanimate objects into little defining boxes, wearing a skirt to school would mean I'd get a sleuth of 'she', 'her', 'ma'am', and 'girl' hurled at me, which is the root of the problem. Seeing Bill rock his crop top, not being shy to expose his midriff to most everyone who encounters him, is empowering. Because of Bill, I had grown to be more confident in wearing crop tops in public, despite what others might say or think. And damn, do I look good doing it.

(Courtesy of pinknews.uk)

And it's not just me who has noticed this either. Many people have gone out of their way to headcanon Bill himself as transgender FTM, and Alex Winter himself has spoken out in support of the headcanon.

In addition, I have noticed many other fans headcanon Ted as non-binary along with Bill being transgender. There is clearly something in these characters that speak to the LGBT youth of today, the franchise having come a long way since the 80's and is still being enjoyed today. As a member of the community myself, this is something that I love exponentially, and I definitely feel less alone in this battle of being a queer kid in a big world that still hasn't grown to love me the way other queers love me as one of their own. There are some points in this essay that I didn't touch on, but I feel like my point has still been made. Bill and Ted are characters that have shown themselves to be universal in their love for each other and their friendship, and it has touched the lives of many, even today. Most importantly, they have touched my life, and the lives of my queer brethren around the world. May Bill and Ted continue to be excellent to each other!

(Edit: typo in title)

#bill and ted #ted theodore logan #bill s preston esquire #bill and teds excellent adventure #bill and teds bogus journey #gay #lgbt #personal essay #transgender #lgbtq community #keanu reeves #alex winter

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mycolorisrainbow · 5 months

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Discord Rp 1x1 Search

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┊○ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ⨾

- ateez (hongjoong, mingi, yeosang, yunho)

- dreamcatcher (jiu, sua, siyeon, handong, yoohyeon, dami, gahyeon) (highest muse/interest)

^^ primarily

- (g)i-dle (shuhua, yuqi)

- itzy (chaeryeong, ryujin, yeji)

- mamamoo (moonbyul, wheein)

- ocs

- red velvet (seulgi, yeri)

- stray kids (bangchan, changbin, felix)

^^ lower interest personally but open if the above two don’t work

FULL MUSE LIST IN CARRD!! i have a lot more ggs, bgs, and soloists listed to muse or fc. feel free to ask about other groups!

┊○ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 ⨾ fxf preference but open to anything, which includes poly, nbxany or anything involving trans characters

i am picky with mxms so i require discussion beforehand!! i will only personally play as an ateez member or oc if we agree upon a plot for it. i don't mind who you play

i prefer to play the f in an mxf. i am open to doubling or poly/writing multiple muses. if i do write the m i would rather only play an ateez member, stray kids member or oc. i would love to muse against dreamcatcher/dreamcatcher fcs but am willing to discuss other options if that doesn’t work

┊○ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 / 𝐨𝐜 ⨾ i'd love any dreamcatcher ship but am open to other groups or cross-ships (ateezcatcher ??) and ocs

i do not mind who you play even if i don't know them! it’s very rare i say no to a muse, but for personal reasons i do have a few listed in my carrd that i would prefer to not have involved in an rp (please do not try to ask for them/why!)

i would heavily prefer to play the f in an mxf but am open to discussion. open to doubling as well with any pairings

┊○ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ⨾ right now i have a muse for dark rps, toxic pairings or anything along the lines of hurt/comfort, rivalries, enemies to lovers, etc. i would love a plot of royalty at each others necks (or pretending to in front of others and secretly in love), gods/goddesses that have been shunned and disrespected/misunderstood (medusa, hades, etc.)

also very open to any sort of racing (street or professional), apocalypse, band, etc. plot

anything with drama, angst, or downright fluff. open to nsfw themes, whether it be a background subject or even a foreground if it’s deemed necessary. i won’t do pwp but am open to a focus more on the nsfw side (again, if it makes sense for the story)

┊○ 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 ⨾ i have a bunch of plots, settings and ideas listed in my carrd so feel free to look at those !! also more than open to brainstorming

┊○ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭/𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 ⨾ let's see how we feel!

┊○ 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⨾ i am definitely more of a girl group stan as i only really follow two boy groups, so i don't have too much knowledge on other ones. i am open to learning more, but understand that my bias is heavily towards female idols, please don't take it personal!

ghost friendly! life happens, i'm always understanding. if it's been a week or more i might send a quick interest check but if it sits for another week or so i'll just assume you've lost interest which is totally okay! i'll never hound for a reason/a response.

i match reply length! i'm really not picky at all so long as the response isn't a one liner, i'm cool with shorter, fast paced responses or longer ones. that being said, longer ones do take me longer to get back to!

if i ever don't seem to respond please feel free to message/ping me

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PLEASE READ ENTIRE CARRD FOR IMPORTANT DETAILS!!!!

then feel free to dm/pm me directly if you're interested and we can share handles

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soursvgar · 1 year

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Levi (is being the stan culture unofficial bf you may or may not have always wanted and) drags you to an adventure in the human world, you drag satan into this and yall end up wet ?! not clickbait

gn! reader, once again with the poly, a short fluffy fluff

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"I can't believe you talked me into this." you grumble, nestling deeper inside your thick coat. Leviathan had convinced you to accompany him on a trip to the human world because he just had to be the first to score concert tickets of his favorite human world idol girl group, and who knows better about the human world antics other than you? Albeit the adoration of your expertise in how to socialize with your own species, Leviathan had forgotten to mention one tiny detail. You had to line up outside the entrance of the store along with other fans, in minus some degrees. Something your fragile human body wasn't too used to, specifically not after spending a good couple of months in the very depths of hell.

"Hey, it's not like I'm enjoying being out of my room either. If I could do that online, I would. But their fans crashed the servers on the day of the online sale, so this is our only option." Leviathan shrugged, unbothered by the low temperatures. After all, being a supernatural entity comes with its own perks, having a hardy body is only one of many.

"Your only option." You corrected, your shivering becoming more unbearable by the hour.

"What I can't understand is-" Satan unwraps his scarf from around his neck and gently ties it to yours, supplying you with at least some degree of comfort. "What am I doing here?" He heaves a sigh, kicking a pebble on the ground. Satan was promised a delightful trip to a famous cat cafe in the area, with plenty of fuzzy felines to pamper. Not camping in the cold weather with a bunch of strangers- and Levi.

"Well... I needed a responsible adult in case Levi gets approached by a human and says something weird, or decide to attack them over polarized opinions about their favorite member of the group." You fumble with the ends of the scarf, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric.

"And you thought Satan of all demons will be your guy?" Leviathan sneers, earning an exasperated look from his younger brother.

"He was the easiest to convince... with the exception of paying Mammon, but I feel like it would've been even more chaotic with him around." The two of them look at each other and then at you, defeated. They definitely have no argument to contradict that statement. "And I did mean to go to the cat cafe! I just didn't know we will have to be standing here for hours before we can get those tickets."

And then without a warning, the deafening rolling of a thunder booms and the heavy droplets are not late to follow. The rain is pouring cats and dogs (but not literally, to Satan's disappointment), drenching the three of you from head to toe. The shop owner announces the delay of the sale, requiring the now displeased attendees to leave the premises.

"This is so unfair! Who cares about a small drizzle? I need my tickets or I will simply combust." Leviathan whines at the failed attempt.

"It looks like a big storm is approaching, we should find a shelter." Satan exclaims and grabs your arm to lead you away while Leviathan trudges behind the two of you. You pass a few full cafes before stumbling upon a small, cozy looking book cafe. "This will do!" Satan asserts, definitely without a bias. You wriggle your way inside the cafe through the crowd of umbrellas, finally able to take the soaked garment off of you.

"This might not be a cat cafe, but it has heating for our shivering human so I guess that's good enough." Satan offers you an apologetic half smile. "I'll go get us some hot tea; you find us a place to settle down."

"Well, I always thought about the human world but you know, the devildom isn't exactly the worst." You return the smile, hoping to lighten up the mood.

"I mean... a place for us to sit, y/n. But I will take note of that comment." Satan chuckles, appreciating the sentiment. You then scope your surrounding in hopes to find a vacant table, spotting a fireplace across the room. Naturally, you walk over and place your hands in front of it to regain back some of your body warmth.

In the meantime, the shadow of one particular loner is quietly following your footsteps all the way to the fireplace, waiting until the two of you are secluded from the rest- and from a certain blonde haired demon. Leviathan practically clings to your arm to stop you from advancing any further.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something? I mean, I know it's just me and I'm not worthy of anyone's attention but... your exchange is making me feel kind of... disposable." He gushes all at once. "I'm sorry if I made it look like the tickets were more important than your health, it isn't!! not to me! it's just that I've been wanting to watch their concert for so long and since it's a human world group it's not like I can see them whenever I want- augh, my point is, I'm really sorry. Please don't be mad, you're my best friend in the whole three worlds except Henry and-"

You peek at him, his cheeks are flushing as he keeps slurring his words incoherently, obviously too nervous for his own good.

"Levi!!! calm down. I'm not mad." You respond loudly enough to halt his word vomit.

"Woah what a reli-" And before he manage to complete his sentence, you pull him close, squeezing him in a tight hug. He would blame it on the heat omitted from the fireplace, but the sole reason behind his rosy cheeks is the heat of your body enclosing on his own.

Still jittery, he pulls away when he hears a cough. Satan had returned with three cups of green tea, placing the tray in front of you.

"I see you two were having fun... are you all nice and toasty by now, y/n?" He hums, sitting near you. Despite his nonchalant attitude, you sense the pang of jealousy in his voice, knowing you'll be trapped in a sticky situation if you make the avatar of wrath angry- or the avatar of envy, envious. Most definitely if it takes place in a small cafe in the middle of the human world. You decide to act quick, switching to sit in the space between the both of them.

"Hey Satan, I'm sorry we didn't get to go to the cat cafe... but at the very least, there is a cute cat in this cafe."

"Where??" Satan looks around frantically, is it possible he had missed such a majestic creature laying around this wee lodging? Laughing, you reach your hand to tuck a loose lock of gold behind his ear, lightly scratching behind it before you place a fleeting kiss to his forehead.

"Right here."

#one day ill get better at writing endings i swear #to be honest this whole thing came together because i wanted satan to be petted like a cat and was looking for an excuse #obey me #obey me mc #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me leviathan

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noellevanious · 1 year

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Some (genuine) tips about polls from a Communications Major (we study this kinda stuff a lot)

(These all assume you're genuinely curious about the outcome and not just trying to be an internet funnyperson, in which case feel free to ride the vanilla extract coattails).

Only include poll options that you genuinely think are important for the poll. If you're, say, running a poll to see what color people prefer out of a group, ONLY include colors you're actually considering. You're diluting your results otherwise.

Following the above, NEVER include "I don't care" options. Even with Tumblr's stupid "you have to vote to see the results" implementation, if you include any option like "Don't care just wanna see the results" or "I'm not interested in *subject at hand*", you're diluting your results. People that picked those might have picked an ACTUAL result had they not been there.

There will ALWAYS be option bias - even the layout of polls are inherently (subconsciously) biased. The first option will always have a very VERY slight preferential bias compared to the results that go further down. If you're genuinely worried about bias in your poll that much, lay it out in a way that points towards your preferred outcome - your preferred options first, for example.

Lay out options in a way that makes sense. This seems obvious, but If you lay out the order in some weird way, like "blue, light red, red, dark blue, dark red, light blue", you're just gonna confuse people and possibly lose input.

Thanks! Back to j*cking off girls on spiro and SSRIs for me!

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writerpetals · 1 year

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1st down | 🔞

; optional female lead smut | ☁️

“So, how do I look?”

She comes bouncing into the living room with a bubbly smile on her face as she does a twirl, allowing you to take in the blue and gold cheerleading outfit of a fictional college she decided to wear for Halloween. The hem of the top cuts off just at her ribs while the skirt hugs her hips nicely, bouncing pigtails and glittery gold and blue eyeshadow to match.

“You look like every girl I had a crush on in high school,” you say in a playful, teasing tone as she smacks her lips.

“Excuse me, I look better than those girls and I mean what do you think of my costume?” She crosses her arms to feign offense as she pouts, as if she isn’t aware she looks incredible. You know she only enjoys your praises and attention, so it becomes fun to mess with your girlfriend from time to time.

“It looks great,” you say honestly, watching the proud smile cross her lips as she wiggles her hips and does a happy dance.

“Thanks! I think you look great, too!” Both of your eyes fall to your own costume of a lazily put together football jersey and cap that match the colors of her uniform, deciding you weren’t really in the mood for dressing up, or going to parties, as much as she was. After weeks of planning to have a movie night by watching horror flicks and eating popcorn, she surprised you with the news of you both attending a party thrown by a friend of hers. Even though you made it clear you weren’t in the mood for loud, drunk, and obnoxious party goers, she finally convinced you with some sweet talk and a few pouty kisses. “I can just say you’re a fan cheering me on from the stands.”

“That was the plan, sweetheart,” you tease her as she giggles. Luckily, she wasn’t too upset you didn’t put in effort to dress up, leaving it all up to her to get the both of you in the Halloween spirit. “You really do look great,” you add, causing her to blush and bite her lip a second before she goes to you as you remain settled on the sofa.

“Thank you,” she coos, leaning in to kiss your lips once, twice, and again to show her appreciation of the compliment. Chuckling, you grip her hips and hold her in place, lingering against her lips as she whimpers into the kiss playfully. “We should really get going. I promised I would help set up some trays of appetizers.”

“We could…” Your voice trails off in a devious tone just as your hands begin to wander over her body, earning giggles from her lips. “Or we could stay here and kiss a little longer.”

Her face scrunches up in a cute expression, either excited about Halloween, her outfit, or just kissing you, but you want to believe it’s your kisses as you meet her lips with your own once again. She chuckles breathlessly into the kiss, not being able to help herself from reaching for you, trembling fingers gripping your jersey to pull her close.

“What about… the… party?” The words stammer as your lips fall to her neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking even before your tongue licks a stripe up to her ear. “If you keep kissing me like this…”

“Hm?” you hum against her delicate flesh, listening to her breathy moans between words.

“I-I won’t be able… able to stop,” she exhales, every word heavy and dripping with temptation. “We’ll be… late…”

Of course, you have no problems with being a little late. If you’re going to have to go to a party you don’t want to go to just to make her happy, there’s no harm in having a little fun before you leave. At least, you convince yourself of it because you love her breathless words and the way she whimpers as you grip her hips and tease her neck. You always knew it was a sensitive spot for her, never failing to get her body worked up.

“We can be fashionably late,” you reason with her after pulling away from kissing her neck for a moment. “You look too damn good not to and this outfit is definitely doing it for me right now.”

With that, she’s giggling again before she moans your name, feeling your kisses lower to her shoulder and collar bones as your hands rise. Her head falls back, giving you permission as she exposes more of herself to you.

“Okay,” she exhales, the words shaking from her tongue, “but we have to hurry.”

It’s a good enough compromise, you decide, pulling away from her as she begins to reach for the zipper on the side of her skirt.

“Wait,” you say, stopping her, “leave it on…”

A devious smirk forms over her lips as she gets the hint. She realizes you weren’t kidding about her costume doing things to you, and even though it makes you shy to admit, you can’t deny that you want to have a little fun if she’s dressed up.

“I should have dressed up like this sooner,” she jokes, causing you both to chuckle. Then your hand slips between her thighs, fingers brush over her slit to have her whimpering a second later. “I didn’t know you were… were so into it.” Her words begin to stall as you tease between her legs, caressing her slit over thin panties, feeling her warmth as your fingers message up and down.

“You look incredible,” you tell her, watching her blush and turn her eyes away, “I can’t help myself.” You apply more pressure between her thighs, caressing her clit through her panties. Her moans begin to spill from her lips while her hips move against your motions, rocking herself against your hand and getting lost in the moment.

“Then do something about it,” she challenges you, but her voice wavers and her breaths become unsteady. You accept the challenge, however, knowing she’s forgetting all about having to hurry and be on time thanks to the need for release overwhelming her.

Just to tease, you slip her panties to the side, brushing over her folds just to hear the way she whimpers. Her eyes flutter closed, inhaling a sharp breath and gulping down her pleas before she begins to beg you.

“Let’s take these panties off,” you suggest, slipping to the floor beneath her while settling on your knees.

She agrees while reaching around to tug the zipper to her top, allowing it to slip from her shoulders and reveal her bare breasts beneath. You look up at her with a smirk, taking in her exposed body, feeling the ache form between your legs while gripping her panties to tug down her legs. Within seconds, all she adorns is her cheerleader skirt and a pair of knee high socks, causing your breath to catch in your throat at the sight of her leaning back while parting her legs for you after bringing them to her chest. As if she already knows what you want to do to her, she readies herself with a heavy sigh falling from her lips.

“Fuck, you look incredible,” you say beneath your breath, as if you’re talking to yourself and not her, but the words still make her giggle. Your hand rises to rest against her mound, a single thumb falling to her clit to begin to tease. She moans in response, head falling back, eyes closing softly. “I swear I could taste you all night.”

With that, you lean in, flicking your tongue over her slit before leaving opening-mouthed kisses against her flesh. Her gasp spills into the room before she’s moaning once again, not hesitating to reach for you and entangle fingers in your hair.

“You really know how to get a girl worked up,” she teases you breathlessly, chuckling softly before another moan slips from her lips. You hum between her thighs while your tongue slips between her folds, tasting her, teasing her, causing her to whimper your name as you lick from her clit down to entrance, then back up. “God, that feels so good.”

Her words become whispers but they still fill you with confidence while you massage her clit with your tongue. You admit you’re taking your time because you want her to feel good, but also the later you are to the party, the quicker you can leave. Not like she is currently complaining. From her whimpers and moans to the juices dripping from her entrance, it’s clear she’s enjoying herself more having you eating her out than being at any boring party.

“Don’t stop,” she begins to whimper, rocking her hips, grinding her clit against your tongue as you hum against her flesh. “I-I don’t care if we go to the party or not just… don’t… stop.”

Her desperate cries and pleas fill you with warmth. You already know your panties will be soaked by the time you’re done, but now you’re not thinking of the party, either. All you can think about is getting her off and feeling her body tremble as she comes on your tongue. Her legs are already twitching as you suck her clit, hearing her gasps and sighs, curses beneath her breath. She tugs on your hair and holds you in place, thighs threatening to close around you as the pleasure overwhelms her in the moment. Adding more bliss between her legs, you align two fingers at her entrance before easing them inside of her. Another gasp fills the living room and her body tenses around you. She no longer controls the volume of her moans or the way she begs you for more, hoping the neighbors won’t hear her becoming a complete mess thanks to your fingers and tongue.

“God, don’t stop,” she repeats again and again, cupping her own breasts and toying with her erect nipples, getting lost in the bliss, “I’m getting so close.” The warning has your diligently circling and sucking and massaging her clit while your fingers curl and pump into her. Her juices drip against your flesh and she squeezes herself around your digits. You know she won’t last much longer. From the way she moves her hips to the noises she releases, it becomes clear.

A few more seconds of you tending to her body has her spilling over the edge. She reaches cloud nine in a desperate gasp, thighs trembling, jaw slacking, face twisting into pure ecstasy. A few curses spill to mix with your name and you don’t dare pull away from her even after she begins to come down. You tease her sensitive clit, leaving your fingers buried into her dripping clit while flicking your tongue back and forth over the swollen bud. Suddenly she shivers and giggles from the overstimulation, and when you’re satisfied she’s actually had enough is when you finally pull away from her.

With a wipe of your mouth you’re smirking at her disheveled appearance. No doubt she will have to fix her pigtails and make-up while cleaning herself up, but it boosts your ego to know you have such an effect on her.

“Come here my little naughty cheerleader,” you say while teasing her, watching her grin with a sudden shyness and she leans closer to kiss your lips. You moan into the kiss, against her flesh, feeling how warm and worked up she is but your lips ease the tension in her body. “Ready to be fashionably late to the party?”

Her eyes grow wide for a split second before she creases her brow. “Party?” As she speaks, she begins pulling you close by a tight grip on your jersey until you’re straddling her lap with your knees sinking into the couch. “You think you’re getting off that easy?”

“Oh?” you question with a raise of your brow.

“I wanna make you come, too.”

Her words have a shiver racing down your spine. From the ache between your legs and the arousal dripping through your panties, you are too worked up to turn her away. She wastes no time gripping the hem of your jersey, pulling it over your head to toss to the side as the cap slips off right along with it. Both end up on the floor, leaving you in your bra and a pair of simple leggings you wore beneath the jersey to complete your lazy Halloween costume. A sigh falls as she begins caressing your hips while your lips crash into her own. You can’t stop your hips from rolling, grinding yourself against her as she kisses you, teasing you, working you up even more while you become desperate for release.

“Ride me,” she says with a giggle when she pulls away, “ride my thigh. I wanna see you come.”

For a moment, you’re hesitant, never having tried anything like that before, but there’s a fire inside of you that has you giving in to her wishes. Positioning yourself with one leg on either side of her thigh, you lower your body to sink your slit against her. Meanwhile, she reaches around to unfasten the clasp of your bra, revealing bare breasts in return that she begins to massage with two eager palms.

“Move your hips, just like you’re riding that toy I love to use on you.” She no doubt has intentions to taunt you, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over you when the images of you riding the strap-on she loves to fuck you with flash through your mind.

But you do as she says as she teases your breasts, moving your hips back and forth, grinding your slit against her thigh as she tenses her leg beneath you. Your clit moves against the thin fabric of your panties but the friction fills you with bliss. You can’t stop your moans, eyes fluttering close and lips parting slightly. Your hips move quicker, becoming greedy for pleasure while dying for release.

“That’s so sexy,” she giggles again, taunting you but you’re far past the point of caring. “I bet you’re so wet between your thighs, aren’t you?” With that, she hooks a finger into the front of your leggings, pulling the stretchy material down until she can spot your clothed mound. She only gets a hint of the white cotton peeking through, urging her to grip the hem of your underwear and peel them back as you continue to ride her thigh.

Finally she sees your soaked slit after pulling your leggings and panties farther down your hips. She notices the string of arousal from your folds to the base of your panties, and the wet spot you’ve left in the middle of the flimsy fabric. At the sight, she moans and giggles before she releases her grip on your clothes, leaving you to roll your hips against her thigh some more.

“God, you’re soaked,” she taunts you, causing you to whimper as she raises her thigh, adding more pressure between your legs while her hands return to your breasts. “Did eating me out turn you on, baby?” Now the tables have turned. Now she’s the one to tease you with words because you’re the one that’s grown so desperate. Her giggles add to the embarrassment but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

You moan her name with urgency, but then bite your bottom lip to keep from being any louder. Then tension begins to build within you, heat swelling from between your thighs, continuing to ride her and grind your slit against her bare flesh. As you do so, she leans closer, mouth meeting your flesh as she wraps her lips around an erect nipple. She begins sucking, adding to the pleasure and causing your head to fall back, your jaw to remain slacked. She sucks and massages your tits, moaning against your flesh, loving the way you feel against her.

Every motion feels like pure ecstasy. Your head grows numb, fuzzy even, as the heat surges your body. You’re so close, picking up pace, moaning, whimpering, curses and her name. Your body shakes and each word from your tongue is strained, trying to warn her how close you are but it’s no use.

The final thread snaps as the tension unravels. Heat reaches every limb in a wave of pure bliss. Your body doubles over, gasping for air as the pleasure surges through you. It’s mind-numbingly hot and feels amazing and leaves you quivering from the inside until you can take no more. Your hips stall and she continues licking and sucking on your breasts between giggles. You heave a heavy sigh before rolling away from her, collapsing onto the couch with your eyes shut and your body limp.

“Mm, you look so cute after you come.” She never gets enough of teasing you while she curls up next to you. All you can do is sport a tired grin as you catch your breath and feel her arms wrap around you. “Don’t worry about the party,” she adds, surprising you while she pampers your face with sweet, soft kisses.

“How come?” you ask, wanting to make sure she means it. Of course, for her you would go, so you wonder why she suddenly has a change of heart.

“I don’t know, it sounds boring now,” she says with a chuckle, causing you to grin. “Maybe a movie night cuddling with you while watching horror flicks is better, anyway.”

You have to admit, she’s right.

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layuhsblog · 2 years

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she looked into her partner's eyes, brushed their hair out of their face and whispered, "I got you chicken nuggets."

#imagine #kpop #optional bias #kpop fanfic #twice #itzy #mamamoo #kpop girl group x reader #gxgn

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seeminglyseph · 3 months

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So. I'm watching a playthrough of Silent Hill: The Short Message. And I've seen the Jimquisition episode about it, and a handful of critiques about it first, and having seen the trainwreck that was the first attempt made at a Silent Hill return, and my overall animosity towards Konomi as a brand, I was fully keyed up to be all negativity all the time against The Short Message.

But, it may be my Bias as someone who like. dropped out of high school due to bullying and Girl World and the way some friendships can form unholy triads that will fully destroy each other with jealousy and insecurity. (I have been in multiple Triad friend groups and either been the third wheel or accidentally instigated and insecurity uprising by joining a stable duo and throwing off the groove. I am not saying "three's a crowd" is a valid mindset. but when you have three insecure and unstable people trying to make sure they're still special and important to each other. It can become a volatile mess of feelings especially for teenagers and pre-teens. This isn't some sort of commentary on Poly relationships. It's a commentary on my specific experiences with insecurity)

When I was in Jr High I had a teacher who referred to the group of friends I was in as "the witches of eastwick" which given the movie is a year older than I am and a 14A slightly raunchy comedy I'm not sure if it was the most appropriate joke. But c'est la vie. The point is, I feel like I can definitely like. Understand the concept of Short Message a little more than some.

Along with the concept of growing up somewhere that feels fully hopeless. My parents never put money away for me for University, but constantly talked about how I needed to plan for university. But also where I lived cut funding to a lot of stuff that wasn't trades related because Alberta decided the most important things locally were Oil and Trades. (and then the oil industry kinda shut down locally due to trade deals and people throwing hissy fits over elections, which fucked our local economy but I won't go into that) I had to go to work 20 hours a week minimum while going to school, which did damage to my grades, which effected my options, which pissed off my family, which left me feeling hopeless about even the chances of going to any University. I was put in classes above my ability because "that's what you need to be able to have a future" while destroying my body early working long hours and failing those classes because I had bullying, abuse, work and high stress toxic friendships to balance along with Universities that didn't really offer any options that would give me a future that wouldn't give me more of the same. And eventually I broke under the pressure and I got a high school diploma through continued education courses but never officially "graduated."

My body is permanently damaged in multiple ways from the stress and strain of trying to balance everything in that world. I have over 100 self harm scars from cutting and burning myself. My pelvis is permanently deformed due to Ankylosing Spondylitis, and standing for hours and hours and hours as my body developed. My hips used to dislocated with such a startling ease that I would be bed ridden for months and months on end in the worst agony. It's an autoimmune disease it's not going away, and the damage that was done overworking myself is never being undone. One of my eyes is permanently damaged and cannot be repaired. I carry stress in serious damage to my body in multiple ways, and multiple chronic illnesses developed in my teenage years. The future I carried a responsibility for fell through my fingers because of the strain of working for it.

There's times where the dialogue in the game is on the nose or too hammy or like... kinda silly. But. I feel like living in a dead end place... with a dead end mindset, where everyone around you also similarly has a dead end mindset... it eats part of you. And Teens and Young Adults get caught in a haze of it. I remember watching people react to Canada's Worst Driver, and like 80% of the people who end up on that show come from Alberta, and are people in their early 20s. And half these reactors were people who never lived in a Dead End place.

I especially remember watching Hasan and Kurtis something react to the show, and I remember the way they reacted being so striking to me, because they fully had no understanding whatsoever of the reckless drivers they were watching. And like, as a 35 year-old now I do have a like. "tsk. that's shitty driving don't do that" kinda attitude. And also I have always been an anxious driver and didn't get my license until I was 25 and literally do not drive now due to vision and brain issues, but. I've been in cars with people who are reckless drivers, especially when I was in my early 20s and I know exactly what mindset causes it. It's "This probably only only really effects me, and it doesn't really matter if I die, I don't have a future."

There's a suicidal ideation to it mixed with a drive to feel literally anything if only just a little bit of fun in driving a truck really fast in a way that sparks some adrenaline at an age where the consequences part of the brain hasn't finished developing.

I know it's so American, and I'm Canadian, but Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen seriously is one of my favourite songs for this reason.

In the day, we sweat it out on the streets Of a runaway American dream At night, we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages out on Highway 9 Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young 'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

It's iconic and I can't stop thinking about it sometimes.

I don't know that I exactly have a point, and The Short Message definitely isn't perfect. But. I think there's something to be said about what is being said in the game, and how it's being brushed aside. because I feel like it casts a really good spotlight on Dead End spaces, and the mindset that can take hold there, the almost contagious hopelessness of youths who don't feel like they have a future.

I feel like people in places like Toronto or Los Angeles lose scope of places that "don't matter." I've lost track of how many times I've heard Canadian Youtubers talk about how "nobody lives in the Prairies" or whatever. And that feeling of being somewhere that doesn't matter, and being the friend that doesn't matter, and having a future that might never happen... there's a reason for alcohol and drug use being such considerable problems in these areas, it's escapism people feel so intensely hopeless and without a future they just sink into any possibility of numbness. Plus since trades are most of the only jobs you can get most people have some kind of chronic pain. half the time undiagnosed and untreated.

#my life #pointless navel gazing #silent hill the short message #look I don't think it's that bad but it's subjective #self harm tw #suicide tw #like idk I'm not gonna make anyone change their mind but like...#it seems like an interesting enough story to be worth actually exploring

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allhandsondeck1 · 3 months

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ATTENTION ALL NON KPOP LISTENERS THAT HAVE A KPOP STAN IN YOUR LIFE!!!!! (This is a ramble)

Do you have a friend, partner, sibling, etc. that loves kpop? Is their birthday soon? Do you want to give them a bouquet, but don't know what flower to give them? I HAVE THE PERFECT THING FOR YOU! A BIAS BOUQUET!!!

Okay so along with my sister's birthday being.. literally rn (it's 1 am for me at the time of posting this), it's also right before valentines day! She's my best friend, and my sister, and she deserves a bouquet. She is obsessed with kpop. Like, can hear the first few seconds of a song and name the group, song, album, and who is singing at each moment(she scares me). She has like, a million favorite groups, so I had made a list and broooo.. I didn't even use half of the list, and the list was at least 20 or more members.. AND IT WASNT EVEN ALL OF THEM

So you can tell what my motive for this was, yeah? It's actually hella easy! I didn't take progress shots, because I got school later and didn't have the time to stop and take pictures, but here's what you need!

An editing or art app

Paper/Cardstock

lamination sheets

Wooden skewers

A foam cone

Tape

Tissue paper

Pipe cleaners (optional)

Sticky notes (optional)

Soo to start I went to pinterest and downloaded a few photos of my sister's favorite idols. You don't have to do all of them, you can do one group or just a bunch of photos of their favorite person! Whatever you want. I used the app IBISPAINTX to put them all together in different sizes, so it was easier to print and cut out and they can vary in sizes. Use whatever app or website you think works!

I basically just put them in collages like this.

I emailed them to myself and then printed them out on cardstock paper, just so they were stiffer and would last longer, but if you don't want to/don't have that, regular printer paper will work!

Jm using a digital version, just to show it(also in courtesy of the girl bc its my sister's favorite and I forgot to print her out 😭) but after they are printed, cut your idols out, just the perimeter around it!

Then, this is also optional, but I used lamination sheets over the pictures! Try and fit as many of your idols on the sheets just to save, but be careful, because you want to make sure when you cut them out, they have a small gap on the lamination, just so the lamination doesn't peel off. The lamination will just make the pictures last longer, so your person can keep them after! *the gray represents the lamination!*

Now, I bought a foam cone fromWalmart, but yoh can probably grt it at micheals or any craft store! Mine was a little small, I don't have exact dimensions cause I just guessed, but I think eying it and guessing too will do just fine! I also got some skewers, which can be found anywhere, I just found them in a drawer lol. Next thing is tape!

Youre going to take your idols and your skewers, just tape the back onto the skewer before you stick it into the foam. Now, this part is optional too, but I used some purple pipe cleaners to wrap around the skewers! I just measured the part that was stuck into the foam, then I taped the idol on after I pulled it out,and then I wrapped the pipe cleaners above the line and to the bottom of the picture, and stuck it back in

Another optional thing is to make paper hearts! I found a tutorial on YouTube to make inflatable ones! I used the skewers to poke through the top and then layer purple and pink ones. I made seven so it could start on one color and end in the same color! I made three of these pattern heart things, but you can make as many as you want! (This works well if it's for a romantic partner or for valentines day!)

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Finally I just used purple and pink tissue paper to hide the cone, and taped it together to keep it in place! Here's the final product in horrible lighting

I can only name like, 5 people on this bouquet, and then the girl on my demonstration but idk how to spell her name lol

Anyways! There's a good, decently cheap present for your local kpop lover!

#captain's ship log #kpop #kpop bg #kpop gg #aespa #stray kids #xdinary heroes #zerobaseone #zb1 #ateez #han jisung #mingi #jun han #ricky zb1 #Youtube

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