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daportalpractitioner · 4 months

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mommy's moon sign: a thread ☾ part one — aries thru virgo

in a previous post, i mentioned that your mother's moon sign is very important in the sense that it tells us about the energy that was housing us during our prenatal development when we are baking in our mother's womb. during prenatal development, we are able to download our mother's experiences during pregnancy, emotions, attitudes, behaviors, and karmic patterns into our own DNA. the cosmic energy of her womb space tells us about patterns + themes that potentially lie dormant within our bodies with the desire to be either expressed or karmically released + healed for our highest good.

aries moon: your mother may have dealt with feeling misunderstood from a very early age due to her karmic responsibility to be a pioneer in this lifetime. even if she grew up close with her family, a part of her may have felt like she didn't fit in with the expectations that her parents had for her. the pain that aries moon mom carries in her womb stems from feeling like she has to do everything by herself + could also have had a pattern of attracting partners that she didn't feel supported by (classic single mom placement). a karmic lesson for aries moon mom to learn is to fully trust her feminine nature instead of constantly operating in her masculine so that she can attract the support that she has always desired since childhood. if you're a child of an aries moon mom, you could also have a pattern of experiencing loneliness + finding it difficult to cultivate supportive spaces because you witnessed your mom be so independent even in times where she didn't want to be. it's also not uncommon for children of aries moon mothers to exhibit or pass down disorganized attachment behaviors to their children. encourage each other to let other people help + support you. encourage each other to welcome vulnerability into the connection + value the act of processing/healthily releasing your emotions, especially rage.

taurus moon: mothers with an exalted moon usually do a great job at making their children feel safe, nurtured, and provided for on a physical + emotional level. when pregnant with you, your mother could have really valued her pregnancy + put lots of energy into preparing for your arrival. she could be very sensitive to your needs without even considering her own. from an early age, taurus moon mom had to learn to rely on herself to get things done first + foremost especially if she came from poverty or an unstable household. the self-esteem of your mother during pregnancy is crucial to your karmic imprint as you easily embed the way she feels about herself into your DNA + eventually grow to exhibit the same self-esteem patterns. it's important for the taurus moon mom to feel safe using her voice + exercising boundaries, especially when it comes to herself and what SHE needs. encourage each other to practice self-care + self-preservation. take yourselves out on nice mother/child dates. the key for taurus moon mom is to learn how to stop operating in survival mode, to welcome rest into her lifestyle + to not let motherhood become an experience that depletes her.

gemini moon: your mama may have dealt with a lot of movement (physical or mental) while pregnant with you, jumping from one place to another. the energy of a gemini moon's womb breeds natural chaos. focusing on tasks may have been a challenge for your mother, which tends to manifest into self-neglect due to being so preoccupied with the matters of the world. even if you haven't been diagnosed with ADD/ADHD or some form of neurodivergence, the expression of this mental energy can definitely be dormant in your DNA due your mother absorbing information to a hypersensitive degree during pregnancy. intentionality is key to foster a secure + safe relationship with a gemini moon mother as there is this tendency to develop preoccupied attachment patterns. make sure that you are really listening to each other instead of allowing words to go in one ear + out the other. communication goes a long way in cultivating a healthier relationship to mama. encourage each other to prioritize mental health + doing activities that feel nourishing to the brain (reading, writing, immersing selves in nature, art, etc). also, make sure that you're holding your gemini moon mother to her word if she is notorious for switching up.

cancer moon: your mother's pregnancy was undeniably significant to her on a karmically spiritual level. your ancestors, especially maternal, really do not play about you two as they protected your mother heavily when she carried you. giving birth to you was no mistake as your soul chose to expand her bloodline. cancer moon mothers may have went through their own personal issues with their mother (your grandma) that they hold resentment from in their wombs. these tensions are meant to be transmuted into breakthroughs for generational healing + curse breaking. her maternal instincts are her superpower, being able to guide you in any situation you need help in. even if you're not close with your cancer moon mom, her love does remain unconditional as she recognizes that you are a part of her + she is a part of you. even though mothering comes natural to the cancer moon mom, she easily could have felt the weight of motherhood + remained passive about how much of a responsibility it was, carrying all that load by herself. whether your mother was able to breastfeed you or not says a lot about the karmic disposition between you + your mama.

leo moon: your leo moon mother may have been super excited to be a mother yet also dealing with adjusting to the level of maturity required to be a mom. becoming a mother was probably not on her bingo card the year that you were conceived so the necessary growth that needed to take place was challenging + unexpected. motherhood may have triggered a sense of fear in your mother during her pregnancy with you because she didn't want to part with her youth just yet (classic teenage mom placement). regardless of her situation, she takes pride in being a mother + is very protective over her cub(s). she's the type of mother you can call to cuss out the school when there's an issue. i'd encourage you to keep her inner child alive + well by spending quality time doing things that make you both happy. leo moon mamas usually pass down at least one of their passions to their children, especially if they engaged with that passion during pregnancy. they love spending time with their children more than anything so don't be afraid to do something wild + fun that can free your mother's inner child. when your mom is connected to her inner child, it also connects her deeper to motherhood for she is able to relate to the experience of a child more + is able to distribute compassion to her child(ren) when needed.

virgo moon: it's not uncommon for virgo moon mothers to have experienced lots of angst when pregnant with you, especially if this was their first pregnancy. what isn't expressed + released in a healthy way stays trapped in the mind of the virgo moon mom, manifesting into anxiety. if anxiety was a theme for your mother while she was pregnant with you + it remained undealt with, then there's a big possibility that anxiety is something you've experienced on a chronic level as well. virgo moon mothers also deal with overcoming perfectionism — wanting to the perfect mother + projecting perfectionism onto her child(ren), so if you mother was hard on you growing up, that is why. if you are challenged by the illusions of not being good enough, this is probably something you've also picked up on from your mom during your time in her womb. but because of their will + dedication to be the best, virgo moon moms make very good caretakers as they are empathically connected to the needs of their children + are not satisfied until they can tell that their children are satisfied. even when virgo moon moms can be tough on their kids, remember that they are their own toughest critic + they really do mean well. i'd recommend being of service to your mother in any way that can lighten the load on her as virgo moon mothers tend to have a lot of their to-do lists. words of affirmation also goes a long way in gifting them peace of mind, especially from their children as they tend to be overthinkers when it comes to motherhood.

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letters-to-lgbt-kids · 2 months

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My dear lgbt+ kids,

I have been openly living as a trans man for some years now. And I'm at a point where it doesn't take up so much mental space anymore.

Don't get me wrong: I certainly do not mean "it doesn't matter anymore" here. I am not a "just call me whatever pronouns, I do not care" person and I don't think I ever will be. Nothing wrong with feeling that way, it's just not how I feel. Being adressed with my name and my pronouns is still important for my mental well-being, and it still triggers feelings of dysphoria when people misgender me.

Even apart from misgendering: My identity is still important, and it always will be! Being trans is not some small thing that loses its importance over time. It's who I am. Being a man - and having grown up in a society that told me I wasn't - influences the way I experience everything in my life (from my self-image to my relationships with others to... well, everything).

What I do mean here is: Before coming out to others, and also before coming out to myself and accepting myself as a man, there were naturally a lot of questions running circles in my brain. Why do I feel so sad when adults tells me I'll grow into a woman? Why does it cause me so much stress when mom tells me to put on a dress? Why does it make me so euphoric to use masculine scents? When I try to picture myself kissing a boy, why do I see two boys? Ah, I just learned trans people exist, why does this fascinate me so much that I can't stop thinking about it? Am I creepy for being so fascinated by them? I'm older now, why is that sad feeling not going away? Why is it only getting worse now that I have "grown into a woman"? Why do I keep getting this horrified feeling that I took a wrong route somewhere and was never meant to arrive at "woman"? Wait... could this mean I am trans? Is it too late to realize I am trans at my age? Can I really be trans when the whole thought of even just considering surgery feels overwhelming and scary? Will I ever be ready to actually come out as trans? I really want to get married some day, could I even find love as a trans person? Can I ever be happy in a relationship if I hide who I am? Can I go on living in the closet? Okay, I am trans and want to come out, is it safe to do that? Will my family still love me? Will I ever be brave enough to come out to people outside of my immediate circle? Will people take me seriously? Will people hate me? Will I regret coming out? What if I fuck up my life?

Well, I came out and the world didn't end. All these questions, I either found answers to them or they just dissolved over time - and that frees up a lot of energy and mental space. The space that was occupied by these questions and concerns is now available to me again.

I do not wonder if I am a man anymore. I just am one. It has become something that is just self-evident to me. It goes without saying - or without conciously spending time thinking about it. Of course I am a man, of course I am Oliver. Who else would I be?

We all have a limited amount of things we can focus on, and many trans people share this experience that over time they do not need to focus so much on it anymnore. But this is not unique to the process of figuring out you are trans - in the sense that a cis gay, bi, ace etc. person could also relate to this, but also in entirely non-lgbt-specific ways. Think about a person prepping for an important exam for example. A lot of their energy and mental space will be tied up in exam related questions... which obviously will not be a permanent state. After the exam, they will naturally no longer by preoccupied by wondering how the exam will go!

I'm telling you all this because one of you asked me if I struggled with coming to terms with being a trans man - and this is my very long way of saying: Yes, I did (and it's pretty normal to do! It's a really big realization about yourself!) but struggling isn't a permanent state.

You'll find answers to some questions, some questions will just fade away. You'll figure things out.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

#lgbt

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀʟ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ

pairing: mommy! san x fem! reader

genre: smut

summary: a naughty student gets punished by her strict headmaster.

w.c: 4.4k

warnings: mean (ish) dom! san, sub! reader, pet names, praise, degradation, so much feminization (im not sorry), roleplaying, subspace, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, impact play, color system mention, nipple play (m receiving), spit kink (might’ve went overboard but oh well), foot play?? (he steps on her pussy idk), shoe humping??, oral (m recieving), deep-throating, facial, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: this is my contribution to the mommy! may event hosted by the lovely @whatudowhennooneseesyou <33 this was originally supposed to be something different and then i started to imagine san in a pencil skirt and yeah… here we are 🧎🏻‍♀️ if you were to take a drink of water every time i write ‘mommy’ you’d prob die of water poisoning kdshf. also this is just straight filth and i’m very proud of it :3

song rec: discipline by nine inch nails

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As you stood outside of your husband’s home office, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, settling into the headspace you wanted to enter. After a moment, you knocked on the door. Buzzing with anticipation, you quickly wiped your sweaty hands across your too-tiny pleated skirt, unconsciously pulling at one of your plain white thigh highs as well. It was finally the weekend and that meant you both could have fun and blow off some steam. Your usual go-to was to roleplay, but this time you were even more excited because you had finally convinced San that it would be so incredibly hot of him if he posed as the superintendent of a university. As a step further, you encouraged him to wear some of your clothes to play the part. He obliged, of course. San never missed an opportunity to feel pretty and powerful all at once.

“Come in,” you heard a deep masculine voice come from inside the room, encouraging you to open it and gingerly make your way inside.

As soon as you saw him, it felt like someone had punched the air out of you. San was standing there leaning against his work desk with his arms folded across his broad chest, clad in an itty bitty pencil skirt that was cinched around his tiny waist, translucent pantyhose that were held by garters near the upper thighs, a pair of sleek black heels that he usually kept inside his closet for special occasions such as this one, and a simple white button-up that was neatly tucked into said tiny waist. A few buttons were undone so that you could freely view the curve that was present in between his pronounced pecs. It made your mouth water. The final touch was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, complete with a small chain that was connected to either side of them. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You wanted nothing more than to just rip his clothes off and ride his dick into the next millennium, but you wanted to stay in character.

“Do you know why I called you in here, Miss Y/N?” he asked, his tone short and curt, just like the skirt that clung to the shape of his hips. It rode up a bit when he pressed his ass down onto the surface of his desk.

You closed the door behind you and took a few small steps up to San, fiddling with your thumbs in a nervous manner and looking up at him with big doe eyes. “I dunno, Headmaster. I don’t remember doing anything wrong.”

He scoffed, running his fingers through his parted raven hair, appearing a bit irritated. “Surely, you must have some sort of idea, don’t you?” When you simply stood there and pressed your thighs together, San grabbed the bottom of your chin and brought you closer, his fierce gaze boring into you, a playful smirk tugging at his pretty lips. “Or is that brain of yours preoccupied with something else? Something indecent, perhaps?”

“N-no, Headmaster,” you denied weakly, giving him a tiny shake of your head, only for his fingers to squeeze into your cheeks instead, squishing your face.

“You’re a little liar, my dear.” San let go of your face and crossed one leg over the other, his skirt so high up now it made you wonder if he tucked his cock away. “Well, since you’re too prideful to admit the truth, I will tell it to you myself.” He looked you up and down, his eyes settling on the way your thin collared top didn’t do much to hide how hard your nipples were underneath it. “You’ve been a naughty girl,” he started, reaching over to run a thumb over one of your clothed buds, making you shiver underneath his touch. “And naughty girls deserve punishment.”

“How are you going to punish me?” you asked, clear arousal seeping through your words, despite the feigned fear etched into your flushed features.

San stood up from the desk and took a step to the side, his black heels pressing into the fuzzy carpet below. “Bend over the desk and you’ll find out, Miss Y/N.”

Without a second of hesitation, you laid yourself down onto San’s desk and arched your back a bit, sticking your ass out in a tantalizing way. Turning your head back to meet his gaze, you jutted out your bottom lip, whining, “I swear I haven’t been a bad girl, Headmaster. I’m good, I promise.”

“Then, what’s this, hm?” San questioned, lifting your skirt up to reveal the wet patch present on your panties, smacking his hand lightly against your clothed cunt and making you gasp. “You’re soaked, Miss Y/N. Only little sluts get wet for their Headmasters.”

“I’m not a slut,” you whined again, pouting at your husband, all while you spread your legs apart further for him.

“Oh, you’re right. My apologies.” San reached to the underside of your cunt and began aggressively rubbing it in an up and down motion with two thick fingers, his wedding band catching on your clit each time and drawing a few moans out of you. “Of course, you’re not a slut, darling.” He grabbed a tuft of your hair with his free hand and tugged your head back towards him, making your back arch painfully, his fingers still moving at a feverish pace against your clit, your arousal soaking through your panties. “You’re a whore. A filthy little whore that needs to be taught a lesson.”

“Then teach me a lesson, Mommy,” you moaned out, your head suddenly being pushed and held down onto the surface of the table by San’s hand, his grip never faltering, your thighs already starting to tremble from the onset of your orgasm. You didn’t always mean to use his pet name during a more intense roleplay, but sometimes you simply couldn’t help it.

San must’ve not minded too much either with the way he groaned behind you, suddenly sliding two digits past your panties and shoving them inside your needy hole in order to finger-fuck you as deep as he possibly could. “Yeah? Mommy should teach his naughty little girl a lesson, huh? You want my punishment, don’t you, you filthy slut?”

“Yes, Mommy…! Please punish me!” you cried out, your cunt beginning to pulse and clench around San’s fingers, moaning heavily with your face squished against the cool desk, your breath fogging up the surface of it. “I’m so close, so, so close…”

Just as your breath hitched, San withdrew his fingers from your cunt and pulled your panties down until they reached your ankles, watching as your hole clenched around nothing but air and leaked arousal down your inner thighs. “What a pretty little cunt you have here, Miss Y/N…” He ran a finger down your slit to collect some of your wetness and popped it into his mouth to clean it off. “But I think I know of a way to make it look even prettier.”

“You do, Headmaster?” you asked softly, looking back at him, your eyes glossy and slightly red.

He gave you a soft, dimpled smile, knowing he was about to turn you into a mewling, begging mess in the next couple of minutes. “Yes, darling. Now, lay on your back and spread your legs for Mommy.”

Whining at the complete loss of your high, you slowly lifted yourself off of the desk and turned around, laying back onto it but on your back this time, holding your legs underneath your knees and spreading your thighs open for him. “Like this, Mommy?”

“Mm-hmm, just like that.” San sighed at your obedience as he reached past you and across the desk, pulling a thick black paddle out from one of the drawers. He stood at your side, running the paddle along your inner thigh, watching as goosebumps appeared on your skin underneath the cold leather material. He lightly tapped the edge of it against your hooded clit, chuckling at your tiny gasp. “I’m gonna play with this pretty little cunt of yours till it’s all red and puffy for me. Do you understand, babydoll?”

You nodded as quickly as you could, squeezing your fingers into the flesh of your thighs. “Punish me how you want, Mommy. I’m a bad girl.”

“Yeah, you are a bad girl,” he agreed huskily, reeling his hand back and smacking the paddle against your cunt so fiercely it made your entire body jolt. “Count for me, princess.”

“One,” you croaked, not able to think about how much your cunt was already beginning to sting when San slammed the paddle down onto you again, the edge of it hitting your clit. “Two!”

“Good girl.” San lifted the paddle to admire how red and shiny your folds already were, letting out a pleased hum. He leaned over and spat onto your clit, watching as his spit dripped down, before bringing the paddle back down onto you for a third time.

“Three…” Smack. “F-four…” Smack. “Nnngh…five…” You closed your eyes for a moment, opening them back up and trying to blink away your hazy vision.

Noticing how fucked out you were already starting to look, San kneaded your closest thigh with his fingers. “Color.”

“Green,” you answered right away, smiling softly up at your husband. “Please, don’t hold back.”

San chuckled a bit, tightening his grip around the handle of the paddle. Keeping his eyes on yours, he leaned down towards your pussy, sending another wad of spit onto your cunt, before continuing his abuse.

Smack. “Six!” Smack. “Seven!” Smack. “Eight…!”

“Oh my goddd…” you moaned breathily, lifting one of your feet up onto the desk so that the rest of your body could go comfortably lax. Now you were starting to leak like a broken faucet, your pussy so sensitive to the touch, if you just concentrated hard enough, you could probably cum without direct stimulation.

“Oh, you dirty little painslut, you’re so wet,” San mused in a gravelly voice, fascinated with the amount of slick sliding down your puffy pussy, pressing the paddle onto you and moving it up and down to hear the sounds of your wetness.

“Just for you, Mommy,” you sighed out, squeezing your thighs tighter, preparing yourself as San reeled his hand back for the ninth time and slammed the paddle directly onto your abused cunt. Instead of counting, you let out a choked moaning sound, tossing your head back onto the table. It hurt so, so good. You could hardly form a single coherent thought.

“Mm, I didn’t hear a number,” San chided, sounding disappointed. He ran two fingers down your stinging, pulsing cunt, idly flicking your clit with his index finger. “Good girls can count, right?”

“Yeah, I’m a good girl. I can count, I promise,” you reassured him out of desperation, blinking a tear away from how sensitive your clit was when he flicked it a few more times, watching as San tried to move his arm back further, but was unable to with how tight the material of his top was.

Feeling restricted with his movements, San huffed, quickly unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and pulling it off, leaving him in his tight skirt and pantyhose. “That’s better. Now, where was I?” he spoke, mostly to himself, looking back at you and noticing your wide eyes and drooling mouth. “Does Mommy’s little slut have something to share?”

As heavenly as San’s abs looked pressing against his taut melanin skin, you couldn’t rip your vision away from his plump pecs and cute pink nipples, wanting nothing more than to squeeze and suck on them until pretty sounds spilled out of your husband’s mouth. “Mommy, can I please suck on your tits? Pretty please? I promise I’ll keep taking my punishment.”

San let out a gentle sigh, reaching down to sift his fingers through your slightly sweaty hair, caressing your cheek, then reaching behind your head to cup it, the paddle rubbing along your clit and making you exhale against his touch. “How can I say no to you?” He slowly brought you to his ample chest, chuckling softly at the sight of your clear excitement. “Go on, pretty girl. Make Mommy feel good.”

Sighing as well, you wrapped your lips around one of San’s soft buds, sucking and licking at it until it grew hard and pressed against the flat of your tongue. Without hesitation, you brought your hand up and gingerly groped at his other pec, squishing and kneading it inside your palm like a kitten would. “Mmn…”

“Fuck, baby girl…” San practically melted into your touch, accidentally letting go of the paddle and cupping your pussy instead, starting to palm it eagerly, knowing your clit was getting proper attention with how swollen it felt against his skin. “Baby’s making Mommy feel so good…” he sighed out, not bothering to hold back a whine when you traded one nipple for the other, latching onto it and nibbling on it this time, knowing how much he loved to be toyed with.

It was then that you felt your husband throbbing against your thigh, feeling yourself grow infinitely wetter just by knowing that his hard cock was trapped inside the confines of your borrowed skirt, the tip of it probably stuck inside the elastic waistband. It didn’t help that San spit onto his fingers and continued to abuse your clit, this time rubbing it side to side in a quick motion. “Mommyyy, gonna cum,” you announced against San’s flushed, spit-covered nipple, before lapping at it like a melting ice cream cone and sending him into a deeper state of pleasure.

“Uh-uh, little…nnngh…whores don’t get to cum, unless Mommy says so,” he replied shakily, wanting nothing more than to just give in to you, but knowing you didn’t want him to. He pulled you away from his chest, your shiny mouth connected to his perky bud by a string of saliva, reaching up to stick his thumb into your mouth and press down on your lower jaw. “Now, stick your tongue out.”

“Want Mommy’s spit.” Looking up at him with half-closed eyes, you stuck your tiny tongue out and let out a small ‘aah’, keeping your fingers busy by rubbing both of his nipples with your thumbs the same speed he rubbed your clit, flicking it as soon as he did it to you.

Letting out an almost pornographic sounding moan from how overstimulated his chest was starting to feel, San drew a fair amount of saliva inside his mouth, before pursing his lips and letting it drip down onto your tongue in thick globs, groaning at the sight of your eyes starting to roll up underneath your glossy eyelids as you swallowed it down. As soon as your body began to convulse and your thighs trembled, San shook his head. “I thought I told you not to cum, kitten. What happened, huh?”

“I-i couldn’t help it, Mommy…It felt too good,” you panted out, going lax in his strong arms, trying to recover from your high after being teased for so long. Once San gently let go of you and took a step back, his hands on his hips, you sat up, looking up at him with a pout. “I’m sorryyyy.”

San smiled mischievously to himself, motioning to the floor with his head, his glasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “On your knees, whore.”

Gulping, you slowly lowered yourself to the ground below him, spreading your knees apart for him as he lifted up one of his legs, giving you an upskirt view that made you pulse, before pressing his heel down onto your cunt, pushing and rubbing directly on your already swollen clit. “F-fuck, Mommy…”

San licked his lips, digging his heel further down on your slick cunt, moving it in a way similar to how he would if he was trying to get something off the bottom of his heel. “If the little whore wants to cum so bad, then she’ll cum using Headmaster’s pretty heels, now won’t she?”

“Yes, I will! Anything you want, Headmaster.” Smiling perversely and letting out a shaky breath, you watched San slide his heel in between your legs, allowing you to sit your pulsing pussy down onto the sleek plastic. “Can I suck Mommy’s cock while I rub myself on your heels? I wanna make Mommy cum.” Seeing his brief apprehension, you pressed your cheek against the outline of his cock, rubbing against it through the soft material of his skirt. “Pretty please?”

San bit into his bottom lip, reaching behind his back to unzip the black skirt, letting it fall to the floor and revealing that he was wearing one of the newest pair of panties he had bought you a few weeks back. He had on your lacy set that had tiny heart cut outs throughout the lavender material, his veiny cock too long and hard to stay within them, instead only cupping his balls, his shiny, reddened tip exposed and dripping for your viewing pleasure. “Are you going to let Mommy throat-fuck you?”

“Mommy can use me all he wants,” you replied obediently, not even bothering to swallow all the saliva that had filled the inside of your mouth from looking at your husband’s soft curves being hugged tightly by your borrowed panties. Once you opened your mouth, San plugged it up with his thick length. You immediately got to work, hollowing your cheek and using your tongue to slide across the underside of his cock. Almost simultaneously, you began to move your hips in a fluid fashion, letting out muffled moans as you dragged yourself across his high heel.

“Look at you. You're such a filthy little girl.” San groaned from the feeling of your moans vibrating onto his sensitive skin, slowly sliding his fingers past your hair on either side of your head and clutching it somewhat tightly. “Now, Mommy’s gonna use you like a cocksleeve, alright?”

“Mm-hmm!” you encouraged him with a small nod of your head, running your hands up his muscular thighs, feeling the smooth nylon material underneath your fingertips.

With his eyes barely open, San pushed himself past your tight throat and began thrusting harshly into it, short, desperate gasps and groans escaping his throat. “Yeahhh–oh, fuck, that’s it…”

Tears began to run down your cheeks, San fucking your mouth so deeply, his pubic hair repeatedly tickled your nose, the vaguely bitter taste of his pre-cum continually dripping down your throat. “Mmmff…” was all you could verbalize, speeding up the movements of your hips and closing your thighs tightly, feeling your clit catch onto San’s heel over and over, knowing you were leaking all over it and the carpet below.

When you began to massage San’s tight balls through the panties he was wearing, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Fuck, where do you want Mommy’s cum, baby? You want it down your throat or on your slutty fucking face?” he asked in between exhales, slipping in and out of your throat a few more times, before he pulled out and slapped his twitching cock down onto your face, his pre-cum and your saliva trickling down along your heated skin.

“My face, Mommyyyy, cum all over baby’s face,” you babbled, so incredibly dick-drunk, you could barely form your words without slurring. Your cunt contracted around nothing, one second away from emptying your arousal all over yourself, still rutting against him with unapologetic desperation.

San groaned heavily, blowing a few strands of his wet hair out of his eyes and fisting his cock as fast as he could, questioning in a deep, throaty voice, “Yeah? Are you gonna cum from Mommy spilling his load all over your pretty little face? Huh, baby?” When you whined instead of answering, he grabbed you by the hair and angled your head back further, pushing his cockhead against your cheek and smearing more of his pre cum onto your messy face. “Answer me, whore!”

“Yes, Mommy, I’m gonna cum…! Give me your cum, Mommy, please, please, please!” you cried out hoarsely, more tears spilling out of your half-closed eyes, grabbing onto San’s trembling hips and squeezing them, losing yourself completely when hot spurts of San’s cum began to land all over your face.

“That’s a good girl, letting Mommy paint your face like this,” San sighed, his lips forming a dimpled smile, his pretty brown eyes upturned with satisfaction. He lazily stroked himself, emptying the last bit of his load onto your tongue and tapping it for good measure.

Before you could swallow, San wiped the cum from your face with two fingers and pushed them down onto your tongue. “You wanna taste?” he purred, rubbing his salty release around, encouraging you to close your lips around him and suck, cleaning them.

“Mommy,” you murmured once you swallowed, your voice cracking slightly, legs trembling, trying to stand up but unable from how numb your lower half felt.

“Oh, baby, you made such a mess,” San cooed, smiling at the sight of your glistening thighs and bending down to lift you up from the ground before setting you down on the desk. “You’ve been so good for me…taking all of my punishment. Should I give you a reward now?”

“Cock,” you replied softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “I want Mommy’s cock.”

“Of course you do, you little cockslut.” San nipped at your bottom lip, making you moan. He pulled away and rubbed your thighs in small circles, admiring how puffy and red your pussy looked. “How do you want it?”

Scooting off of the desk, you smiled sheepishly up at him, twirling a lock of your hair. “I want you to bend me over your desk and pump me full of your cum, Headmaster.”

Without a second of hesitation, San grabbed you by the hips and spun you around, pushing his hand down on your spine, making you lay flat against the mahogany table. “Filthy slut. You want me to abuse this little pussy even more than I have, huh?”

“Yes, Headmaster.” You wiggled your ass back and forth, glancing back at him. “Make a mess of me.”

San responded by lowering himself down, spitting directly onto your cunt and smacking it. He stood back up, chuckling at the gasp you let out, spitting again, this time into his hand and lubing up his cock, before slamming his hips forward into you, your greedy cunt swallowing him up completely.

“Oh my god,” you hissed out, reaching forward and gripping the edge of the desk, trying to get used to the low burn you felt in between your legs, being stretched out by San’s thick length. “Fuck me, please. Please, Headmaster.”

San began pumping himself into you with a fervor he didn’t know he had to offer, leaning his body over you in order to grab your wrists and pull them back behind you. “Like this, right?” he grunted out, the sounds of skin slapping and your heavy breaths filling the silence in the room. “Is this how a naughty girl like you wants to be used, Miss Y/N?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, a bit of drool falling past your lips, your upper half not even touching the table anymore with the way San was holding you and using you like his personal cocksleeve, his heavy cock pounding into you over and over, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Lemme guess, you want to be creampied, don’t you?” San held your wrists with one hand so that he could slam his palm into your ass, groaning at the handprint he left behind. “Hm? You want Mommy’s cum in your pretty little pussy?”

“Yeah, fill me up, Mommy!”

San tightened his grip around your wrists and tugged them in his direction, making your back arch painfully, allowing him to fuck into you at a deeper angle. “Oh, fuck, your pussy’s clenching around me, babydoll. Cum for Mommy,” he growled, drilling himself into your g-spot until he made you squirt onto his cock.

“So good, so good, it’s so goodddd,” you mewled, your wrists beginning to feel numb from how tight his grip was. Your legs trembled beneath you, feeling like jelly. You would’ve crumbled onto the floor like a ragdoll, but you couldn’t, at least not until your Mommy gave you what you wanted.

After a few more pumps inside your slick, tight hole, San let go of your wrists and collapsed down onto your back, huffing and puffing into your ear. “Here it comes, you filthy little girl. Here’s Mommy’s cum, just for you…Oh, god, just for you.” He let out a long, drawn-out moan that sounded more like a whine, sloppily thrusting into you until his hot load shot out and coated your walls.

You both laid there for a hot minute, trying to catch your breath and come down from your highs. San lifted himself off from you, only for your legs to finally give out, urging him to lift you up into his arms bride style. “Are you okay, pretty girl? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

“Not at all, Mommy. You were perfect,” you chimed, reaching up to caress his sweaty cheek, admiring the rosy blush imprinted on his skin.

San smiled at you and pressed his lips onto yours, only pulling away when he had to take a breath.

“Headmaster?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” he asked, nuzzling your cheek with his own.

You hummed at the warmth of his skin on yours, giggling a bit, looking up at him, your eyes full of stars. “Can you teach me another lesson next weekend?”

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bookshelfdreams · 6 months

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do it. gimme the Izzy straight-coded meta 👀

I feel like I need to preface this by saying that Actually, Izzy Is Straightcoded would be the inflammatory clickbait title I'd give this if it were written to draw traffic & ad revenue to my shitty website. So don't take that term too seriously.

There has been a lot of ink spilled about Izzy thinking he's in a story where one can only be subtextually queer. Some even by yours truly, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes. What would be the purpose of queercoding Izzy?

In general, villains* aren't queercoded to show that men being attracted to other men is bad. It's often the outcome; but it's not why the trope exists. It exists because cishet people tend to be (and are encouraged to be) profoundly uncomfortable with gender nonconformity, and so, making a character gnc becomes a quick and easy way to make him appear twisted and untrustworthy. If he** can't even obey the fundamental rules of his own gender (rules that are inherent and unchangeable!) what other rules does he disobey?

Or: If a man is insufficiently masculine, he can't be trusted to have morals. The villain isn't gnc because that's an evil trait to have; rather, the gender nonconformity is a symptom of his evilness. Being evil is what enables him to embrace his feminine side, and embracing his feminine side is what others him and marks him as a villain.

This only really works when he's contrasted with a hero (or heroine) who is Doing Gender Correctly. The villain is foul to highlight how good the hero is. The Hero will be honest and straightforward, brave, physically powerful; the Queercoded Villain treacherous, cowardly, and physically weak. The hero is a Proper Man, a Good Person. The villain an Improper Man, and therefore, a Bad Person.

Of course ofmd fundamentally rejects this. The shorthand wouldn't work, because ofmd simply doesn't think effeminacy is creepy. It's uninterested in moralizing self-expression; it just lets people be how they are. There's a wide range of expressions of masculinity on this show, and none of it is inherently bad. People are allowed to be hypermasculine, flamboyant, and anything inbetween, can express their gender in whatever manner they want, and it's all fine - as long as they are authentic about it. Be however you are, but be yourself, and this is what Izzy fails at. The repression marks him as a villain. The strict adherence to what he thinks a Real Man Pirate ought to be like. He's very preoccupied with enforcing a traditional (and toxic) masculinity on himself and others. It's no coincidence the characters he antagonizes the most - Stede and Lucius - are also the most effeminate ones. And I know, I know anglophones have a much more casual relationship to twat and cunt, those don't nearly feel as uncomfortable for y'all as they do for me, so I don't want to assign too much significance here, but he is the only character who constantly uses this kind of language, and also the one who uses the most gender&sexuality based slurs (as far as I remember).

All of this while being clearly, obviously queer himself! I do not feel like I need to explain this; his flustered reaction when Lucius asks him if he's ever been sketched speaks for itself. The fact that he meets Stede and immediately slices his shirt off of him, speaks for itself. And so on.

Izzy isn't straightcoded in the sense that the story wants us to believe he's exclusively attracted to women. Much like a queercoded villain doesn't need to be shown to be attracted to men (and can even be shown to be attracted exclusively to women!) to still be queercoded. He's straightcoded in the sense that he's a stand-in for restrictive and toxic gender roles that society enforces on people. He buys into the idea that there's a way of Doing Gender Wrong, and this is presented as a tragic character flaw. Something he has to overcome to be able to do the thing that actually marks a hero in this show: express himself authentically.

Part of why I found his death so moving is because it enables him to set right the toxicity he spread. His rehabilitation arc was about himself; about finally allowing himself to be, accepting love, accepting community. His death was about taking responsibility. About fully recognizing the hurt he caused. Looking death in the face enables him to finally abandon the last shreds of that toxicity, to apologize and be granted forgiveness. In the end, he was not beyond saving, and the harm he has done will be healed.

*Izzy is introduced as an antagonist to both Stede and the central romance of this romcom. I'm not gonna debate this; if you disagree, fine, but you clearly have such a fundamentally wrong different view of the show that it's pointless for us to try and convince each other.

**of course Queercoded Female Villains exist s well, but they are a whole different can of worms and less relevant to this discussion

#okay now that i typed this all out i realize that i just basically keep writing the same izzy post over and over sorry for that #but i spent too long on it not to post it #i do not remember who said it but i saw a post a few days ago along the lines of #izzys death reads like the fantasy of a repentant abusive parent #and i think theres truth to that #may also read like the fantasy of the kid of an abused parent #finally the person who hurt you is able to apologize and you can part on good terms #but also wont have to deal w the fallout #i write as my grandmother who doesnt speak to us is probably dying idk #anyway!#i hope this is somewhat interesting #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #thoughts #anonymaus #message

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golvio · 6 months

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So I've got...some complicated feelings about this. Some of them more analytical, some of them more personal. I get pretty long-winded when I think out loud about this guy, so I'm putting my thoughts behind a cut.

On the one hand, I definitely noticed that TotK's Ganondorf was more preoccupied with his appearance, not necessarily in a stereotypical "vain villain who never shuts up about how beautiful they are" or a "gym bro who spends more time checking himself out in the mirror than actually working out" sense, but in a "he's very conscious about the image he projects and wants to maintain careful control of how other people see him at all times" way. I'm glad I've got confirmation that I wasn't just seeing things. Also, that TotK discusses how he uses attractiveness to manipulate people, as implied with how he portrayed "Princess Zelda," had some really interesting implications about his life as the Gerudo king and his personality and skills in reading people that Nintendo never followed up on, because god forbid we give this character any recognizable traits that could inspire curiosity about who he is as a person or discussions about gender roles in ways that aren't "He pretends to be a cute little white girl because he's an Evil Degenerate."

On the other hand...it kind of contributes to the way I've been weirded out by how the game itself treated him and how certain fans treat him. The game itself made a lot of effort to dehumanize and un-person this man as a character even while making his human form visually appealing. The fans themselves are celebrating this a validation of their seeing him as a sex symbol, calling him "a bi icon" because both men and women are attracted to him, etc.

Like...there's all this discussion about Ganon's appearance and how sexy people find him, but not much consideration of what *he* might want, or how he feels, or what he's attracted to. I know that's kind of a goofy question to ask about a fictional character who can't really have opinions on things beyond what the writers give him, but...it's just kind of...objectifying?

For example, I don't take any issue with headcanons that Ganon might be bisexual, or at least enjoys the attention he gets from people of any gender, since I've got my own headcanons about him being queer, but I do get weirded out by the assumption that just because both men and women find him attractive that means he *must* reciprocate their desires and be bisexual. It's the same thing that weirds me out about fan art pre-release that portrayed him as this airheaded himbo jock because fans wanted to ogle his sexy body without having to deal with his intelligence, his anger, his negative qualities, or his potential dangerousness.

There's this tendency to objectify him in both the game, whether as a "monster" to slay to prove the player/Link's mettle as a hero, or as a trophy to symbolize Rauru's dominon over the frontier territories of his kingdom. And then there's a tendency to objectify him in fandom, presenting him as a pinup devoid of his original personality, or trying to shape him into a "good Ganondorf" that the fans would actually like to be friends with by sanding off all his sharp edges so they can access his body, which they find beautiful, without having to deal with the parts that might complicate that or that they'd dislike.

Fandom as a whole seems to have a blind spot when it comes to the objectification of masculine characters, particularly because it's like, "Oh, BOYS can't be objectified! Only pretty (white) ladies can get objectified!" Nevermind that objectification is a phenomenon that's super commonly done to nonwhite men in tandem with the more overt and violent dehumanization that comes with racism, especially men with darker skin. And there doesn't seem to be much of an interest in exploring what that might mean for Ganondorf as a character, whether just as discussing double-consciousnesses and exploiting expectations to manipulate people, or to explore how being treated like a piece of meat or a pretty ornament who exists only for other people's pleasure can really warp a person.

I guess...this is something I've been thinking about since playing Slay the Princess, which asks a lot of questions about objectification, how people's complexity can be dismissed and ignored when they're shoved into the Love Interest archetype, and how being limited in this way in the eyes of others can seriously hurt and warp someone even if it's being done in the "nicest," most paternalistic and "benevolent" way possible. It presents the core relationship as being a fundamentally unequal power balance; no matter how fearsome and terrifying the imprisoned party becomes, she is always at your mercy, she lives and dies based on the choices you make, and the "nicer" routes are potentially just her saying what she knows you want to hear and auditioning for your sympathy because like it or not you're her warden. It also forces you to ask yourself what makes you come to love somebody, and to consider the possibility of loving somebody while also acknowledging their thorny, messy, contradictory, and dangerous parts. I wish I could see more works considering this for Ganon, as opposed to regurgitating tired old "Destroy This Mad Brute" tropes or turning him into a "safe," palatable, easy-to-digest love interest.

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twoheadedcalfsanctuary · 3 months

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DNDADS ASTRO HEADCANNONS PART ONE

Glenn Close- TAURUS SUN

preoccupied with sensation/tangible pleasures like food, sex, drugs, I feel like music could even be part of this even though it’s not tangible it’s still a sensory experience. Aesthetic informs meaning. More likely to blame circumstance than self.

stubborn. stands up for himself and his friends and accomplishes the impossible through sheer force of will! But,,, also sticks with bad situations, people, and thought patterns/behaviors long past harm is done.

venusian. inclined towards the arts, and has very specific tastes. romantic. as sort of a beautiful reframing of the stubbornness, taurus’ coloring of the Venusian energy is so devoted compared to flirty/flighty libra-He still considers himself married long after his wife is gone and still wears his wedding ring.

Darryl Wilson- SCORPIO SUN

allergic to vulnerability (but expects it from the people around him)

once those emotions are uncorked though, they are INTENSE

fitting for a barbarian to be ruled by mars, the planet of ACTION and RAGE

Scorpio is the sister sign to taurus and is said to be just as devoted!

I’ve also heard it said before that scorpio is just cancer in a leather jacket- I feel like that really fits the parallels Darryl has with Grant, who I’d list as a Cancer sun, because they’re similarly guarded, but Darryl is still this intimidating figure to Grant and it kind of accounts for that added angle of how well either of them are able to adhere to traditional masculine standards and how that effects the way Grant sees Darryl.

Henry Oak-Garcia- canonically a GEMINI SUN if I remember correctly!

genuine love for exchange of information and ideas combined with a love of hearing himself talk and being seen as intellectual makes for a lot of ideological rambling

friendly and sociable!

air sign emphasis on communication.

Mutable energy that can mean struggling a lot with identity and dissonance-conscious morals needing to be abandoned under disparate circumstances, repression and disowning of how he was raised and where he comes from, and sometimes just a straight up inaccurate perception of self (presenting as laid back, and occasionally believing it himself despite being very high strung. The points when self hatred and/or sense of moral righteousness clouds his ability to be as nonjudgmental as he says he is)

Ron Stampler- PISCES SUN

head in the clouds

sensitive

ruled by neptune, planet of dreams and illusion- homie has symbolically significant dreams and is sliiightly less tethered to reality than most hahshshhshsb

and CANCER MOON!

empathetic

relates to others by sharing personal experience, attempts to show evidence of understanding

insecure, defensive

Vibes of a cartoon character. Those “Drake the type guy…” memes also apply to him

CAPRICORN RISING

very important to him that he is taken seriously, particularly in his career and fatherhood, two things frequently attributed to the archetypal capricorn

Played by Beth May, real life capricorn

With his rising opposing moon, the way he thinks/makes decisions/internally reacts to things makes it difficult for him to actually be taken seriously. This fella is deeply silly In a tragical way

#AHHHHHH I NEVER THIUGHT ID ACTUALLY FINISH THISS #dungeons and daddies #dndads #glenn close #darryl wilson #henry oak garcia #ron stampler #actual play podcast #dnd #astrology #the elements are so well balanced in the s1 dads #and what they lack in fire comes through w the kids #posts just for me #also disclaimer I’m not like. an astrologer #I’m just a girl with a hyperfixation and a dream

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Intertwined Spirits, a Gale x Transmasc!Tav fanfic

Summary: Gale wants you to know that he loves you for who you are, despite your body not aligning with how you feel inside.

Words: 1,753

Rating: T, fade to black

Warnings: Nudity, body dysphoria, mention of misgendering by other NPCs, spoilers for Act 2 of Baldur's Gate 3

Also available on AO3!

You’d already told Gale about how your relationship with your body was… strained. Yes, you were grateful to it for all it had carried you through. How it kept you up, kept you awake- and asleep, occasionally, when you needed it- and kept you functioning. But it was still a body that you weren’t comfortable with.

Elders would say you were “born into the wrong body,” but that wasn’t quite right. Your body wasn’t “wrong”, it was you, just as much as your heart, soul, and mind were. It was just that what was outside didn’t quite match with what was inside. Like if a bottle of wine had been labeled as beer.

Gale had understood exactly what you’d meant when you told him that your body was female, but your soul was of the masculine variety. He’d never seemed to be too preoccupied with any of the party members’ genders, but when he’d indicated a romantic interest in you, he made it clear that he liked you no matter if your gender matched the sex of your body.

Fighting in a binder was difficult, to say the least, and the constant traveling and setting up camp made it illogical for you to bind as much as you would like. Luckily, armor did a passable job hiding your form, so you didn’t have to deal with dysphoria as much as you did in regular clothes. Today had been rough, however, and you were feeling particularly disconnected from your body. Once you’d reached Last Light, you’d met several people who mistook you for a woman, and the exhaustion and depression from the Shadow Curse was just the icing on the cake.

It is now finally time to turn in for the day. You set up your tent, camp clothes hanging loosely from your body, your sweat turning cold from the chill of the shadows. Sensing a presence, you turn to see Gale- but not Gale? The shimmering outline around his body indicates that magic is obviously at play, and when he opens his mouth, his words confirm that this is some type of spell.

“Good evening! I’m here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale,” says the shimmering image of Gale.

“Very well, show me the way,” you reply, a smile edging its way onto your face.

“Gladly!” Continues the image. “Simply follow yonder path, and soon you will find him.” He gestures behind him, and you see footprints, glowing faintly blue, skipping their way towards a copse of trees that had been caught up in First Light’s protective circle.

You feel your mood lifting. Even in this dark and gloomy place, he somehow manages to delight you with all manner of magical creativity. Following the footprints, you eventually find Gale; he is sitting on the ground, surrounded by a swirling illusion of a lovely forest, a starry night sky, and an aurora lacing its way through it all. Upon sitting next to him, he turns to look at you.

“I’m so very glad you came,” he says, smiling. But his face has a hint of sadness. “I do hope you like what I’ve created- I made it as much for you as I did for myself. I wanted a moment of peace. Stillness. The dark of night, different from the shadows surrounding us. The darkness when lovers can be-” He stops, a bashful smile on his face. “I do hope to call us lovers. Despite the obvious ending that fate has decided for me.”

You take one of his hands in yours. “Gale, you don’t have to sacrifice yourself. Mystra’s demand is outrageous, and your life is your own.”

He pauses. Then, “I’ve thought a lot about my life. My death. As far as deaths go, the one presented to me is the most… logical.”

“But it’s not what you want,” you state. “You said you hope to call us lovers. Won’t you give us a chance to become such a thing?”

You see hope bloom in his expression, and he leans in closer. “Perhaps… perhaps I shall. Would you like to start tonight?”

You lean in to kiss him, long and slow. He is still disheveled from the day’s activities, his hair tousled, and you take the opportunity to lace your fingers into his locks, tugging gently. This prompts a whine from the back of his throat, and when he pulls away, he looks slightly embarrassed.

“If things were different, if we were home, I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short.” He touches his forehead to yours. “I am in love with you.”

You sigh, elated to finally hear those words. “I am in love with you, too. Though that was probably obvious.”

He chuckles, a beautifully raspy, deep sound. “It fills me with joy to hear you say so. It would be a shame to spend my potential final hours making an ass of myself. I must admit, I have been thinking a lot about how I would woo you. How I would wow you. How I would bond with you in the way gods do. Intertwining our spirits in visions of the Weave. My soul, touching yours- our truest forms.”

You’ve been waiting for a chance to show Gale how much you love him, so you find yourself nodding along to what he’s saying, your smile easy and bright. “I would love to. I would love to do anything- everything- with you, Gale.”

He smiles back, then stands, lifting you with an outstretched hand as well. “Let us imagine, first, the perfect night in Waterdeep.” He waves a hand, and around you, the scene he has created shifts into his study- what he describes as the center of his universe. He creates the books, statues, piano, and eventually leads you out to a terrace overlooking the sea. There, you two sit on a bench, and he produces a thick book.

“This book here is called ‘The Art Of The Night,’” he says, and you see on the cover a faded scene of two people making love. “I have many books on topics such as this, but I believe this one to be the best suited for what I want to share with you. It describes the first thousand nights of a marriage between a king and queen, but it is not so straightforward as a man and woman sharing a bed.

��They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation. The art of taste, time-honored and newly acquired. The art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. It is for this reason that I chose it: I want you to know that I accept you, and that everything I give to you, I give to your body, mind, and soul. I see you for who you are- your struggles and your triumphs, your pain and your elation. I give myself wholly to everything you are.”

He opens the book to reveal two pages, each marked with a handprint and runes. “What do you say? Shall we take a page from this book?”

“That sounds wonderful,” you say enthusiastically. “But I don’t see a bed?”

“The stars will be our bed,” he murmurs. “Follow me.” Setting the open book in between you on the bench, he places his hand on the page closest to you. You follow suit, placing your own hand on the page closest to him, so that your arms are crossing.

You feel a gentle pulse of magic flow between you, and then there is the strange sensation of falling- no, not falling; floating. Gale raises his hand, and you see that it is glowing and translucent. His physical hand is still on the page, but it’s as if his spirit has risen out of his body, free to fly where it pleases. Then he takes your hand, and as he lifts you from your position, you realize you have also left your body behind.

You should be frightened, you think, but with Gale here, it doesn’t feel scary. It just feels… electrifying. And soothing. And refreshing. All at once. He pulls you up into the sky, the scenery changing once again to be a cosmos of stars, a sea of rippling lights and shadows. This, however, feels more real than any of his illusions, and that includes your body.

Looking down at your glowing form, you shout, an action that is translated into a pulse of light leaving your throat. You take yourself in, shocked and delighted to find that your chest has been reduced to that of a male’s chest. You also have the sex of a male, and reaching up to your face, you feel the faint impression of whiskers growing in on your jaw.

“Are you pleased, my love?” Gale asks, his voice an echo in your mind rather than words that can be heard.

“I’m beyond pleased,” you respond. “Did you know this would happen?”

“I had a theory it would,” he says, then wraps his arms around you, running his hands up and down your back. He seems to be simultaneously touching more places than he should be able to. “Our spirits take the forms that are truest to ourselves. I wanted to give you this time to be known as deeply- as intimately- as possible. There are endless worlds out there. Countless ways to declare love. Infinite ways to express it. Too much for one night… But we shall try.”

Seeing the mark of his orb glow faintly in his chest, you lean down to kiss it tenderly. You want him to know that you are not afraid of any part of him; not his past decisions, not his current predicament, and not his uncertain future. You do not fear him, you accept him, just as he accepts you. Kissing his lips, you begin to move your own hands all over his form, wanting to show him just how much you love him.

As the two of you spin through the stars, finding both comfort and ecstasy in each other’s souls, you are assured of one thing: Gale loves you, cherishes your body, no matter what form you are in. Feminine body or masculine soul, healthy or wounded, clean or dirty- Gale loves you for who you are, and you feel the same way about him.

#bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale fanfic #my stuff #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #transmasc reader

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littlemoonastrology · 5 months

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All About: LIBRA ♎︎ - The Zodiac Signs

This post will cover all the basic information needed to understand Libra, the seventh Zodiac Sign!

Take a look at my other posts to see information on: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo and Virgo!

Ready for the next one? Because Scorpio is coming next!

If you feel like this post has helped you feel free to Follow, Reblog or Repost (as long as I'm credited! I'm relatively new to Tumblr so I'm still learning about how all this works)!

Libra ♎︎

Date (Only applies to Sun Signs): September 23 - October 22

Symbol: ♎︎ - The Scales

Associated House: Seventh

Associated Degrees: 7°, 19°

Associated Energy: Masculine

Planetary Ruler(s): ♀ Venus (Modern and Traditional)

Element: Air

Modality: Cardinal

Keywords: Fair, Confident, Open-Minded, Grateful, Analytical, Aesthetitian

Libra! This placement brings a natural affinity for justice and fairness, they're the ones that set the expectations! This placement makes someone a great peacemaker (and debater!), easily able to tap into the needs of others and see all sides of a situation. Someone with this placement may come across as quite polite too or friendly, maybe even a good aesthetic eye which shows with the way they dress, their makeup or something else. Libra placements have a reputation for being quite slow or "dumb", but remember Libra is an Air sign - they also need some kind of mental stimulation and can be highly analytical individuals, able to judge situations very accurately! As friends, Libra signs are the ones which will make sure you don't settle for less than you deserve!

Whilst Libra placements are quite open-minded, in situations they are passionate about they may have a tendency to take sides and be quick to judge things as good or bad (depending on the situation) which can lead to them getting involved in drama they really shouldn't be getting involved with. In this kind of situation it can cause some sort of consequence, blockage or argument and results in a loss which isn't the kind of life a Libra needs - they need to be able to be a part of something and use their brain. This can also happen if they start to lose appreciation for little things and lose the bigger picture.

When a Libra's life feels stagnant, like they're being blocked or don't have anything to dedicate their brain to they may start to overthink a lot or develop some kind of anxiety... maybe even worrying about the way they come across in certain situations or picking situations apart to figure out what is going wrong. In fact a Libra placement might get so preoccupied with this that they start to lose certain aspects of who they are, feeling lost in life and like they don't have much of a purpose. They might start to come across as very withdrawn or perhaps erratic, aggressive (or passive on the other end of the spectrum) and have trouble opening up (or just completely overshare).

When Libra feels like they have choice and freedom, they may have trouble picking between multiple situations, maybe because they're overthinking but sometimes it's because they feel TOO comfortable, like they can do anything. For this reason it's important for someone with this placement to weigh situations logically - but also pay attention to what they want for themselves as well. A Pros and Cons list may work or something similar!

Notes/Keywords/Phrases

Zodiac Sign

Each of the Zodiac Signs are a constellation. The Zodiac Sign shows how a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House is being represented and expressed. Once a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House falls into a Zodiac Sign, it adopts the energy of it.

For example: if Mercury falls into the constellation Sagittarius, Mercury adopts Sagittarian traits. If the 6th House falls into the constellation Aquarius, the 6th House adopts Aquarian traits.

Associated House

The Houses in Astrology are dependent on the time and location of birth in a Natal Chart and there are 12 different ones. Each of these 12 Houses are then assigned to a Zodiac Sign and 1 or 2 Planetary Rulers. The Houses in Astrology show you what area of life the energy of the Zodiac and Planets/Asteroids/Fixed Points is appointed to and helps provide depth into the chart.

For example: Capricorn's Associated House is the 10th House.

Associated Degrees

When a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House falls into a Zodiac Sign constellation, it will be appointed a Degree. This Degree shows how far along the Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House is in a Zodiac Sign. Each Degree is also associated with a Zodiac Sign, meaning when this Degree comes up it can nuance the way the Zodiac Sign of a Planet/Asteroid/Fixed Point/House is being represented.

For example: Mars is 6° in the Zodiac Cancer, 6° represents Virgo - therefore the Cancer Mars also takes on Virgo traits. The 2nd House is 23° in the Zodiac Scorpio, 23° represents Aquarius - therefore the 2nd House in Scorpio takes on Aquarian traits.

Planetary Ruler(s)

This phrase refers to the Planet(s) that rule a Zodiac Sign. When a Planet falls into the Zodiac Sign it has rulership over, the energy of both the Planet and the Zodiac Sign is amplified.

For example: Pisces' Planetary Ruler is Neptune.

Modern / Traditional

These words are associated with two kinds of Astrology: Modern Astrology and Traditional Astrology. Traditional Astrology refers to Astrology that was practiced before the 19th century, whilst Modern Astrology refers to Astrology that is practiced now. Some people choose to practice Traditional Astrology, some people choose to practice Modern Astrology, whilst some others might practice both types or combine them together.

Element

Each Zodiac Sign/Planet/House/Degree is associated with an Element and this covers certain traits which are unique to the Zodiac Sign/Planet/House/Degree they correspond to.

These Elements are: Fire, Air, Water and Earth.

Modality

Much like an Element, each Zodiac Sign/Planet/House/Degree is associated with a Modality. The Modality describes what the focus of a placement is and how the energy is expressed.

There are 3 different Modalities: Cardinal, Mutable and Fixed.

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Suitors (Thomas Barrow x Female Reader x Tom Branson) CH. 1

Pairings: Thomas Barrow x Female Reader x Tom Branson

Synopsis: One of the Crawley cousins comes for a visit, catching the eye of two household members

Warnings: Slight angst (expressed frustration/jealousy)

Author’s note: Thomas is portrayed as being heterosexual (straight) in this series. If that offends or upsets you, kindly keep scrolling.

This is a series, and will be posted in multiple chapters, also the reader is 19 years old*

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The car engine buzzed underneath your feet as it rolled on the gravel, stopping once it reached the abbey.

You habitually brushed your hands over your dress, disturbing the loosely sewn beads into soft waves.

A well built and tall butler appeared out of the large doorframe in an orderly manner, quick to work the door open with a flat smile.

You ducked out of the vehicle, sighing contently as the country air hit your nose. There is nothing quite as refreshing as the smell of a familiar place.

A footman with dark curls worked with haste, unlatching your bags from the trunk with a soft huff as he grasped both large cases in his hands.

Your eyes followed him as he started for the door, “Thank you.” He received your affections with a polite grin before disappearing behind the entrance.

Your attention moved to the butler behind the open car door, hands pulled back behind him. He appeared to be the superior, given the hold of his head up in a proper posture. You smiled warmly at him, “Thank you, Mr…”

“Barrow ma’am,” He completed your sentence with a flat smile, cheeks flushing softly under your gaze.

“Barrow.” You repeated with a smile, flicking over his masculine features. He was intriguing, too handsome for a butler. Unlike the ones you’re used to encountering.

He cleared his throat in nervousness, dissolving your thoughts with the shut of the car door, sending the driver off and down the path.

Holding your clutch in front of you, you granted yourself access to the home, stepping into the grand entrance with graceful steps.

He followed behind, pulling the door closed as you stepped into the foyer.

“Y/n,” a smooth feminine voice called out from the sitting room. “How lovely it is to see you.” A pair of turquoise eyes met yours, creasing with affection.

A warmth spread over your shoulders as she embraced you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before pulling away to look at you.

“How were your travels? Comfortable I hope.”

“Very well.” You replied, shrugging off your coat which Mr. Barrow received, hanging it on a nearby coat rack. “Thank you.”

“That is a delight to hear,” her eyes glimmered with perfect happiness, “Shall I ring for tea?”

“That sounds lovely.”

With the guidance of her outstretched arm you followed her into the sitting room, met by a preoccupied Edith reading over one of her recent columns. She was always your favorite.

Her eyes raised from the paper upon your entrance, widening in excitement as she unhooked her crossed leg.

“Cousin!” She smiled, setting down her paper on the end table and standing. “What a lovely surprise!”

You matched her enthusiasm with a wide smile, stepping towards her to receive her embrace. Her touch was gentle and soft, one that matched her demeanor.

She pulled away after a few seconds, leaving her flowery perfume on your skin as she studied you with glistening eyes. “What on earth brings you here?”

“I thought I would come up for a visit.” You shrugged, “Our parting has been far too long.”

“Yes of course.” She understood with a nod, smiling ear to ear.

“Do sit down girls,” Cora insisted from behind you, prompting the both of you to make yourselves comfortable on the blue embroidered lounge. Cora invited herself to the armchair nearest to you.

The cushions beneath you squeaked as your weight shifted. “Where are the others?” You questioned with knitted brows, taking notice to the emptiness of the usually crowded home.

“Robert has gone for a walk, I imagine he will be back for supper.” Cora started, eyes wandering in thought, “Mary is out with Tom discussing estate matters.”

“Sounds exciting.” You noted in a sarcastic tone, pulling a chuckle from Edith. Analytics was never the most intriguing subject. You preferred to discuss things that mattered. Like Edith does. Like Sybil did.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your chatter.

“Come in.” Cora called.

A plump woman with brunette curls walked in, back to the door with a silver tray of tea cups and a pot in her hand.

“Thank you Mrs. Hughes.” Cora thanked as she sat the items down.

She brushed off her apron, rattling the keys hanging from her pocket. “You’re very welcome your ladyship.” Her cheeks flushed with a smile before exciting the room.

Cora extended a hand out, offering you to be first. You received the offer, reaching forward to serve yourself. The porcelain cup erupted with steam as you steadily poured the beverage into the cup. After sitting the pot down you sifted the tiny spoon through the sugar, spilling two helpings into the liquid and stirring.

“So y/n tell me.. have you any suitors at present?” Edith asked with a cocked brow, reaching for a glass as you raised yours to your lips.

The hot liquid nearly sprayed from your surprised breath. “Goodness Edith aren’t you curious.”

“I’m only asking because it has been ages since I’ve seen you last.” Edith retorted with a playful tone, crossing her leg and bringing her glass to her lap. “And I’ll admit I am quite curious.”

“If you must know,” you started with a breathy laugh, “I have no suitors at present.” You brought your glass to your lips taking in a small sip.

“None?” Cora spoke in surprise, stirring the metal spoon against her glass with raised brows.

You swallowed the drink, letting out a satisfied breath at its warmth. “I’m afraid so. No man seems to catch my eye these days.”

“We’ll see to changing that.” Edith smirked against her glass, receiving from you a warning glare.

Cora’s eyes flicked between the two of you. As she did an idea came to mind, pulling both ends of her mouth into a smile.

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The atmosphere of your bedroom was still except for the occasional popping of the lit up fireplace, casting an amber glow on the mint green walls.

A reflection of yourself stared back at you through the vanity mirror. You flicked over the image, taking in your appearance. Shiny hair in a pin wave updo, decorated with a gold chain that hung across your forehead. Two dangly earrings hung in a tear shape, framing your angular face. The dress was modest, except for the exposure of your shoulders. A white string of pearls hung around your neck, falling at the waist. The color was a cream white of innocence and purity, detailed with white flowers and charming beads. Glossy red lips curled into a smile as you admired your face, dusted with a tint of blush, giving you a flushed look.

“You’ve done a wonderful job.” You raised a finger to your cheek, observing yourself with wide eyes. “Just lovely.” You turned your head back, thanking the blonde lady’s maid smiling back at you.

“I had an easy canvas to work with your ladyship.” She complimented, reaching for a pair of black satin gloves on the bed.

The comment made your heart flutter. “Oh thank you.” You beamed, extending your hands out for her.

Gently, she pulled them over your hands, stopping at the elbows.

“There.” She noted, returning to her default posture with her hands clasped in front of her. “I think it’s best you head down now. Wouldn't want to be late for supper.”

“Right.” You agreed, standing from the cushioned chair and starting for the door.

The blonde was quick to twist the knob, swinging it open to reveal the vacant hall. She extended a hand out, giving you the lead to exit. The door closed behind you before she parted, pattering down the corridor.

With a confident attitude you started for the red velvet stairs, holding onto the railing as your hand slid with your steps.

The great room was even more beautiful at night, catching your breath as you took it in at the end of the stairs. Candlelight lit up every inch of the room, glistening off crystal vases and floral arrangements.

You got lost in admiration for a moment, before being pulled to the dining room by the steady chatter pouring down the hall.

With an anticipatory inhale you started for the open door, held open by the tall butler from earlier. For a fraction of a second he caught your eye, before your gaze was pulled elsewhere.

With a polite smile you entered the room, greeted with an occupied group. Mary was seated next to a young gentleman, both engrossed in conversation with Robert across from him. Cora was otherwise engaged with Cousin Violet’s commentary at the far end of the table. Edith perked up, patting an open seat next to her, which you received with an affectionate grin, inviting yourself to sit down.

You sighed contently as you made yourself comfortable, habitually smoothing out your dress with your hands.

“Champagne your ladyship?” A youthful masculine voice asked from behind you, causing you to turn your head back. He was a young man with daring blue eyes, complemented with a wave of styled blonde hair. His mouth held a hint of mischief as it curled into a grin, awaiting a response.

“Yes,” Your head perked up. “Thank you.”

His arm reached in front of you, pouring a generous amount of the gold liquid into your glass. Once full, he started making his rounds, circling the table.

As you reached for your glass Edith leaned into your ear, “You look charming tonight y/n.”

To your unawareness, Tom’s eyes broke from Robert and to the young woman across from him. He inhaled softly as he took you in, taken back by your beauty. His eyes painted over your features at careful speed, savoring the work of art you were.

You smiled against the rim of your glass as you took in a savory sip, swallowing the fizzy liquid. “You’ll make me blush! You’re just as lovely.”

You patted her gloved hand with yours, meeting her eyes with a smile.

“Y/n,” Cora started, from across from you, dissolving the current chatter. “I don’t believe you’ve met Tom, our late Sybil’s bo.”

Your eyes shifted to the man next to her, he was handsome. His facial structure was perfectly masculine, characterized by a muscular jaw and prominent brow. His blue green eyes were an enticing hue, glistening with specks of orange in the candlelight. The sight made your stomach flutter.

“Hello,” you acknowledged with a polite smile, hoping the flush spreading to your cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

He nodded back, fixating his eyes on yours before diverting his gaze back to Cora.

“Tom I take it your matters went well today?” She inquired, taking a glass to her lips.

“Indeed.” He perked up, straightening his shoulders. “Mary and I talked to some of the tenant farmers, and they are willing to work for our system.”

“That is wonderful news.” She cooed affectionately, smiling proudly at him and Mary.

A raspy throat clear diverted the attention to Violet. “Shall we save business matters for another time? Perhaps?” Her comment earned an exasperated sigh from Robert next to you.

Tom hid his face from her, appearing to act occupied by straightening his utensils. He looked up through his brows, tugging his lips into a smirk as they met yours. As your heart thumped under his gaze a contagious grin pulled at your mouth, finding it hard to hide your affections.

“We do have a guest, and I’m quite sure she would rather discuss herself.” Violet argued, defending her case.

Your head shook in surprise, diverting your attention to her raised brow. “Myself?”

“Why of course.” She explained in an obvious tone. “We want to hear all about you now don’t we?”

You laughed through your nose. “I’m not quite sure there is much to know.” You defended, taking a fair amount of the alcoholic beverage in your mouth.

“Certainly there is.” Mary interjected, leaning forward in intrigue. “Do tell us about life at home. It has been ages since we’ve seen you last.”

You swallowed the drink, wincing slightly as the fizz stung your throat. “Mama is well, she finds herself occupied in embroidery these days.” Your eyes wandered in thought, “Papa is all business. I don’t see him as much as I used to.”

Mary hummed.

“What is it that interests you my dear?” The dowager wondered, eyes curiously studying you.

You took in a breath, uncomfortable with being the attention of the party. “Writing,” Edith’s eyes lit up at your response. “Is an art that I find myself very content with.”

“How marvelous.” Cora complimented as the footmen came round with trays of food.

“Indeed.” Edith agreed heartily, taking a content sip of champagne.

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“What do ya think of the new visitor?” Jimmy inquired with a smirk, nudging into Thomas' elbow as supper wrapped up.

The butler swallowed a bite of his food, restraining his true feelings. “She seems kind.” He muttered back, keeping his tone at an appropriate volume.

“Kind? Who cares about kind?” Jimmy scoffed, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “I’d love to get my hands on her.” He murmured lowly in a lustful tone.

A jealous knot turned in Thomas’ stomach at his comment. He fisted another spoonful food, turning his knuckles white.

“You’re best off keeping that to yourself mate. There’s no chance of that happening.” He retorted in a cold tone, rendering Jimmy silent.

A startling throat clear echoed from the end of the table, gathering the attention of those seated. “Mr. Barrow, do you have something you wish to share with the rest of us?” Mr. Carson asked with a raised brow.

He swallowed thickly, diverting his gaze to his hands. “No-no sir.”

“Then I suggest you keep your words at civilized volume.” He scolded, making Thomas shrink into himself.

Mr. Carson took a heavy breath, sensing the tension. “That’s it then, supper is dismissed.”

The staff rose upon his announcement, making haste to clear the dining hall. Thomas and Jimmy were the last to go.

Jimmy stood first, before being caught by Thomas’ hand. He squeezed tightly, making him wince.

“I meant what I said. Stay out of it if you know what’s good for you.” Thomas whispered in a threatening tone, releasing him with a shove once satisfied.

Thomas’s eyes followed a disheveled Jimmy as he huffed out of the room. His jaw clenched in jealousy, recounting the earlier comment.

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To be continued!

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cebwrites · 2 years

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hcs for a masc s/o with long hair (law, sanji)

a/n: ceb self indulgent hours 💕

he/they law, fluff (one nsfw hc for law) word count: 0.5k

Law

Makes no difference to them, hair is hair; frankly how his partner presents doesn’t matter so long as it’s another man he’s with

They do think it’s pretty when he styles it in different ways, though

It’s Law, so he’d hardly ever express it with words, but the appreciation is there - it’s there when they meticulously read the labels and ingredients of shampoo brands at the store because his boyfriend’s old one isn’t yielding the same level of quality, when Law sits at the desk in his room and their partner is carefully blow drying his hair out after a nice, warm shower

It’s especially there when he asks Law to help tie his hair and Law fucks up but he’s warmed enough by the effort they put in that his partner keeps that fucky, lopsided ponytail in for the rest of the day (or at least it starts getting in his face again)

Most of all Law likes running their fingers through his hair, particularly if he’s asleep or otherwise preoccupied so Law’s tenderness isn’t directly perceived; it is perceived and highly appreciated

As much as they gripe and complain about waking up with hair in their mouth, waking up to his boyfriend at their side and diving into a whiff of hair for his scent to fill Law’s head is a ritual that he’s gotten very comfortable with and isn’t planning to give up any time soon

Just as Law enjoys the comfortable pressure of his man’s hand around their neck during more... “intimate” times, they’re equally as fond of tangling his finger’s in that same partner’s luxurious locks in the similar contexts to hear him make some noise all for them ♥️

Sanji

This man is down astronomical for either fem or mascs as the fruity, loveydovey bitch that he is so it really doesn’t matter

But there’s just something about a guy with long hair that gets to him; little does Sanji know (or doesn’t want to articulate) that it’s very Gender™ and that definitely does something for our dear ol’ swirly

He’d twirl and spin and compliment him, like Sanji would of any partner regardless of looks, but also take a lock of his boyfriend’s hair and kiss it before realizing, cause both of them to turn bright red and avoid eye contact for the rest of the morning

Sanji’s the king of self care (cosmetically, not emotionally), have you seen his morning routine? He’s 100% going to be on top of any haircare related issue and help as best he can with frizz, grease, or heat damage

He’s absolutely the kind of partner to casually dish with his boyfriend after a long day, just brushing his partner’s hair out in the guy’s cabin while the other boys are out on the deck, enjoying what little of privacy the two of them can manage for the time being

Blackleg bleeding-heart-romantic Sanji swoons whenever his boyfriend asks for help with new hairstyles, weaving gorgeous, intricate braids during his break while he can just leave something on the stove for a bit to simply bask in his partner’s beauty

Once Sanji’s done and asks him to do a little spin-around, the resident Strawhat cook clatters into a pile of crates, obviously avoiding any foodstuff, and weeps over his partner’s dashing, masculine beauty until Nami damn near kicks him overboard

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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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could you please explain to me the theory that aegon the conqueror children aren’t his own? where did this theory come from? what r the proofs behind it?

of course, friend! it's mostly speculation based on the little information we have on the OT3

basically, aegon the conqueror had not one, but two wives of child-bearing age with whom he slept on a regular basis (as the histories insist on letting us know). he was also married for quite a long time, so that begs the question: why so few children and why so late? you could make the case that they were preoccupied with the conquest or just did not want to rush having children.

that being said, after the conquest, they couldn't really afford to have a glamorous child-free existence for much longer, since they had to provide their newly-conquered continent with viable heirs and they also seem to be the only targaryens left? (no other cousins mentioned). so, keeping this necessity in mind, aenys is born only around 7 AC. that's quite a lot of time to try to impregnate his TWO wives with only one kid to show for it.

aenys also remains their only child for quite some time. he is quite sickly and people worry he might die. rhaenys does die in 10 AC and it seems like they might have panicked now a little bit. if aegon had such a low rate of success with two wives, how is he going to fare with just the one?

this is why maegor's birth in 12 AC to a 41-year-old visenya comes like a semi-miracle. people are questioning how the hell did she pull that bunny out of her hat. this is where the speculation that she might have performed some blood magic ritual to get pregnant stems from.

now does that mean maegor is just her clone and not really aegon's son at all? did he just claim him because he needed heirs? aenys also grew up to have a lovely singing voice and rhaenys was known to be fond of singers, so there are theories even aenys might not have been aegon's. both aenys and maegor have the classic targaryen features though.

it is also possible that aegon did indeed sire these children, even though he had fertility issues. fertility isn't a black-or-white thing, maybe he just had a low sperm count (lmao). maybe all three of them had fertility problems somehow, not just aegon. or maybe aegon was just absolutely sterile and, after years of trying, his sisters had to get creative in order to have children & aegon claimed them as his own bc he had no other way of acquiring an heir.

that does indeed open so many possible dynamics between the siblings. did aegon know or acknowledge he is the infertile one or did he "blame" his sisters? was he just completely oblivious of the whole issue and hoped an heir would fall out of the sky for him? did he approve of his sisters' alternative methods of conception? or was he forced to accept them as a fait accompli?

the mythos of all the targaryens claiming descent from THE conqueror is definitely a compelling one and has its merits even as traditionalist as it is. but so is the subversion of it being all a lie meant to cover up the OG aegon's failure in one crucial aspect of masculinity, ie potency. i think the text is intentionally vague for this very purpose.

#aegon the conqueror #queen rhaenys targaryen #visenya targaryen #ask #anon #aenys i targaryen #maegor the cruel

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'Many queer people, who grew up in the homophobic 80s, in the shadow of the AIDS epidemic, today struggle with trauma from childhood, believes British star director.

And Andrew Haigh knows what he's talking about, because he himself is part of that generation.

- Even though we have moved on in life, many people carry with them bad memories from childhood and adolescence, says Haigh in an exclusive interview with NRK.

For the personal film he is currently working on, "All of Us Strangers", he has brought in big stars such as Paul Mescal ("Normal people"), Andrew Scott ("Fleabag"), Claire Foy ("The Crown") and Jamie Bell ("Billy Elliot").

Haigh's previous film "45 Years" garnered Oscar nominations. "All of Us Strangers" has received a total of 6 Bafta nominations, Britain's answer to the Oscars.

In the film, the lonely gay man Adam, played by Andrew Scott, lives in an almost empty block of flats in London. One evening he meets Harry, played by Paul Mescal, who also lives in the empty block. As the love relationship between the two develops, Adam becomes preoccupied with memories from the past.

He returned to the town he grew up in, and found his parents living in their childhood home, just as they did before they died suddenly 30 years earlier when Adam was only 12.

Adam gets the opportunity to have the difficult conversations with his parents that he never had or dared to have before they died in a car accident.

- I would be stupid if I said no to this role

In contrast to Adam, Harry stands out as a confident gay man who is confident in his own orientation. But that's only on the outside.

- I have a deep interest in the form of masculinity, the modern man who on the surface looks like everything is fine. Harry is similar to something I have experienced, and I see him in my veins and in people I know. He was a character I felt I could add weight to, Paul Mescal told NRK.

For Claire Foy, known to many as the young Queen Elizabeth II in "The Crown", there was no doubt that she would say yes to the role.

- I think that the older I get and the more I work in this profession, I will do things that I care about, and that I hope others will care about. I would be very stupid if I said no to this role, says The Crown star to NRK.

Director Andrew Haigh is himself part of the generation of queers who grew up in the 80s, and wanted to make a personal story about growing up queer at that time.

The film "All of US Strangers" is partly based on the 1987 book "Strangers" by the Japanese author Taichi Yamada and partly on the director's own story.

- Things are so much better now for most of us, but we still harbor feelings and trauma from growing up. These feelings are with us in the decisions we make in life, and can lead to us setting boundaries for ourselves, says Haigh, who believes it is important to cultivate that feeling a few times.

- Missed this film as a teenager

Director Andrew Haigh has a wish that not only adults, but also 13-, 14- and 15-year-olds should see the film. He thinks it would have made a big difference if he himself had seen this film as a teenager.

- Sometimes a film can have the ability to convey the difficulty of an experience, whether it is grief, a strange upbringing or whatever it may be. As a teenager, through a film like this, you can gain an understanding of what is challenging about being gay, while also seeing that it is possible to work through the difficulties.

Paul Mescal received a Bafta nomination for his role in the film. So did Claire Foy. She is happy about the nomination, although the real barometer of success for her is people's reaction to the film.

- Nominations and awards are absolutely fantastic, and especially for independent films like this that stand out and attract attention to get people to go and see them. At the same time, I quite sincerely believe that if people come up to you in the street and say that what you do means something, then it doesn't get any better than that, says Foy.

Director Andrew Haigh told NRK that he has experienced an absolutely enormous response to the film. People of all ages, both queer and straight, get in touch to tell stories from their own lives, about the loss of parents, loved ones and the like.

- The film seems to have resonated with them on a sort of universal level, and that means a lot, says Haigh.'

#Andrew Haigh #Andrew Scott #Claire Foy #The Crown #Jamie Bell #Billy Elliot #Fleabag #Paul Mescal #Normal People #All of Us Strangers #Taichi Yamada #Strangers #45 Years #Oscars #BAFTAs

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YEAH PREACH I don't wanna see dumbass esseys on the blorbos kissing site. Speaking of androgyny I'd be more interested in seeing an analysis of how Jonathan and Mina and Jack may have been influenced by Stoker having described himself as having a woman's heart, a woman's eye, and that he fantasized about being Whitman's, among other things, wife. Instead of fucking Dracula being "girl-coded because he made roast and Jonathan fearing him is the patriarchy feeling threatened."

Hoo. I was literally like "i should go to bed :D" that dumbass, I'm no longer that person.

I say feminine and masculine a lot here, and really I've forgot all fucking meaning of the words /j. But no really, not promoting gender roles, but analyzing them is part of interacting with literature.

Okay so. Haha. Yeah. When I'm on ao3, the only suffering I feel like doing is through catharsis. I want the healthy suffering that the Ancient Greeks recommend.

That rant aside. Yeah. You'd be unlikely to find any analysis of the nature you're looking for outside of tumblr. You asking me to write it right now? You come into my home? Demanding gender analysis? In my home?

Too fucking long? Definitely didn't read? Mina and Seward are basically two sides of Bram, and Jonathan is the perfect man.

Okay SO. Bram lives vicariously through Mina. Mina has his "man's brain and woman's heart" -- which I guess is just him trying to say "high intellect but sensitive and longing for men". Remember how the plot took a sudden U-turn and became fully centred around Mina? Remember how he closed the novel with another character presumed to be his self-insert saying how the whole story was about her strength and bravery? I'm not shaming Bram for secretly making Dracula his own self-acceptance story, that's completely valid of him.

And both Mina and Seward are very preoccupied with behaving as gender roles dictate they must. Seward constantly praises his fellow men for their blooming manhoods and how stalwart and strong they are! Like mighty Thor!! Also uh, having a sexy hot-blooded American was pretty blatant, Bramothy. We know that's your Whitman-insert.

All the while, Mina says a lot of underhanded shit about women and tries to distance herself from them (she's never one to cry, only hysterical wretches experience ugly feelings, she's rational and pragmatic and that makes her masculine). It's really silly, but hey, she was written by a man. And also "I'm not like other girls" is a sentiment in real life.

But then there's Jonathan.

Seward thought that he'd be like mighty Thor, but he's so... quiet and gentle. It makes him more intriguing, to be honest. He shows immense strength "like a man"... but he also must be kept in the dark for his own good "like a woman". He is perplexing to Seward... and how interesting is it that this mix of masculine and feminine traits is deemed acceptable by Bram? Meanwhile, Mina has a mix of traits as well but tiptoes around her own femininity (because Bram can't accept his own femininity... and he's just very sexist towards women).

Mina expected to settle down into the role of Model Victorian Housewife, but her husband... he's gnc af. He holds her arm as they're walking down the street. He must be spared any shocking news lest he faints! He's a stereotypical Victorian Lady.

And when she "fails" to be the perfect woman? When she is tainted even in the eyes of God, what does he do? He holds her. When all the world, even the Lord himself would look upon her with disdain, he looks upon her with the deepest and holiest of love.

TELL ME THAT ISN'T A GAY MAN'S DREAM.

When Mina begs the others to pity Dracula (especially Jonathan), doesn't it feel so pertinent to Bram's own status as a gay man in a society where Oscar Wilde's reputation was ripped to shreds by the public for his homosexuality? Bram is begging: Please, I know you're angry, but if you don't spare pity for him, what will become of me? I know we are condemned by the Lord, but won't you be kind?

ahhhh this is so damn much. I can say so much... I need to go to bed.

#fucking huge rambly analysis of how gay bram is and what that does to his main pov characters #update #people ask me things #dracula #dracula daily #mina harker #mina murray #jonathan harker #john seward #jack seward

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calamitys-child · 1 year

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Put your money where your mouth is Aidan I want a thematic analysis of the sex scene in Jason X (I have never seen Jason X)

Oh MAN okay so Jason X is, possibly hands down, my favourite bad movie. Its the funniest bad horror sequel I've ever seen. It's got space stations. It's got cryogenics. It's got INCREDIBLY 00s fashion. David Cronenberg, yes, The Cronenberg, specifically asked to be in it only so he could be killed in a very stupid way after 2 minutes of screen time. At one point a guy gets killed by being knocked off a platform onto a big spiral aerial type thing and you watch his corpse corkscrew the whole way down and I laughed so hard i had to pause the movie because I thought I might either choke or piss myself. It's Bad. I love it unreservedly.

That said, it has been a while since I watched it so I am a little vague on the details and have refreshed myself by skimming the Wikipedia page. Tried to rewatch the scene but I am on a bus so my signal is not quite good enough. I will do my best from memory.

The Friday the 13th movies have always had a theme of responsibility of adults and older teens for the kids and teenagers in their care and, by extension, are often thematically full of Having Sex (Ir)Responsibly. The plot twist in the first one is actually really good - Jason is not the killer! Jason is a child who dies in an accident at his summer camp because the counsellors supposed to be keeping watch on him snuck off to shag in the storage room instead. The killer is his mother, seeking to avenge him by murdering the camp counsellors who she catches having sex. It's a core founder of the "if you fuck you die" trope in horror.

How does Jason get so hugelarge and get a machete? No idea. How does he get to space? Doesn't matter. Have I seen any of the other sequels between the original and Jason X? Not clear-headed, though I do vaguely I think remember watching one when I had the flu real bad and fell asleep a bunch of times.

Basic plot, for context: a professor leads a bunch of students to excavate the cryogenically frozen body of Jason and realises that, because he's so big and unkillable, he could definitely sell Jason's body for lots of money and fame to people looking to profit off of eternal youth. Jason awakens, mayhem ensues.

As I remember it, the first sex scene that immediately comes to mind involves a sadomasochistic encounter between a student and a supervisor, heavy overtones of "fuck me for good grades and fame and success". The wiki page doesnt specify this so i MIGHT be getting it confused with another film but it is definitely something I remember noting about it so for the sake of this discussion I'm going to assume I've got that right. Obviously, then, this links to the core theme of "Having sex with people as a distraction from the duty of care you have over people". While these characters are fucking, Jason is waking up, only attended by the students, and beginning his murder day out in space. Again, these deaths could have been prevented if there was a separation kept between Doing Your Job and Getting Some Pussy, and the dynamics of the scene lean into ideas of sex as power and of appropriate vs inappropriate sexual acts. I also seem to remember the younger girl being the dominant participant in the scene which again comes down to some kind of "horror movie punishing Deviant tm sex Specifically" trope, horror as a genre is really preoccupied with presentations and performances of masculine and feminine, male and female, active and passive, and things which blur these distinctions or confuse these binaries are a major focus and source of fascination but are also almost always resolved by either "Correcting" the gender (girl stops being an adolescent tomboy and gets a boyfriend) or destroying it (if you do things "wrong" you die). This is very much a basic summary I recommend Clover's "Her body, himself" for it explained better than I can on a bus with no coffee.

Another heavily sexual scene in the movie is when they try to capture/subdue Jason by putting him in the holodeck and playing a simulation of two hot half-naked young women at summer camp, which distracts him in a paralysis between violence and desire. This echoes the themes of the first film; first, that sexuality is very often a dominant preoccupation for adolescents and young adults and the question of whether it is appropriate to condemn them for having or desiring sex; secondly, that the tension between condemnation and desire can cause impulses to violence, like the far-right leanings in incel groups; thirdly, the cycles of repeating trauma, Jason here wanting the thing that killed him showing that, like his mother, he is playing out the cycles of trauma again. This is all a very psychoanalytic reading which is not at all my usual thing for good movies (read Skin Shows by Halberstam for, again, a much more competent analysis of why psychoanalysis is often reductive when applied to horror) but I think Jason X does lend itself to this lens and, again, busposting from memory not a fully researched essay. Jason then kills them by putting them in sleeping bags and hitting one sleeping bag with another which is on the one hand a reference to the "young women pillow fighting" sexual titillation motif but is, more importantly, absurdly funny to watch.

Like I've said throughout this, it's been almost a year and a half since I watched this film, but I absolutely do think the themes of sexuality are a significant enough part of it to not be dismissed offhand!

#anne i love you so much this was SO fun to write out #my film analysis is about finding seemingly stupid hills and dying dramatically atop them #this took me my whole commute. absolutely perfect start to my day

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