History of Gay Rights in Germany

1794: The Kingdom of Prussia abolishes the death penalty for sodomy

August 29, 1867: Karl Heinrich Ulrichs becomes the first self-proclaimed homosexual to speak out for the repeal of anti-gay laws at the  Congress of German Jurists in Munich.

1869: The term “homosexuality” appears for the first time in a German-Hungarian pamphlet written by human rights campaigner Karl-Maria Kertbeny

1871: Homosexuality is criminalized by Paragraph 175 of the Reich Criminal Code.

1907: Adolf Brand, member of a gay rights organization, publishes a piece “outing” the imperial cancellor of Germany, Prince Bernhard von Bülow. He is sued for libel and is sentenced to 18 months in prison.

1907-1909: The Harden-Eulenburg affair. Even more people are called gay and sue for libel.

1919: Magnus Hirschfeld co-founds the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft (Institute for Sex Research), a pioneer calling for the civil and social acceptance of gay and trans people.

1919: Anders als die Anderen (Different from the Others), one of the first explicitly gay films, premiers. Magnus Hirschfeld was a co-writer and funded its production.

October 16, 1929: A Reichstag Committee votes to repeal Paragraph 175. The Nazis’ rise to power prevents the implementation.

1931: Mädchen in Uniform, one of the first pro-lesbian films, is released.

1933: The Nazi party bans homosexual groups. Gay people are sent to concentration camps. Nazis burn the Institut für Sexualwissenschaften to the ground.

1937: First use of the pink triangle for gay men in concentration camps.

1945: After the liberation of concentration camps by the allied forces, gay people have to serve out the full term of there sentences under Paragraph 175.

1950: East Germany partially abolishes the Nazis’ emendations to Paragraph 175.

1968: East Germany decriminalizes homosexual acts for people over the age of 18.

1969: West Germany decriminalizes homosexual acts.

1974: General Gay Association, the second openly-LGBT rights organization in German history, is established.

1985: Herbert Rusche becomes the first openly-gay member of the Bundestag.

1987: Jutta Oesterle-Schwamm becomes the first lesbian member of the Bundestag.

1994: The Supreme Court rules that the age of consent for sex must be equalized.

2000: The Bundestag apologizes to gays and lesbians persecuted under the Nazi regime, and for “harm done to homosexual citizens up to 1969”.

2001: Same-Sex couples get the right to enter a civil partnership. Klaus Wowereit becomes the first openly-gay major of Berlin, making Berlin the largest city of the world with a gay major. Ole von Beust becomes the first openly-gay major of Hamburg.

2002: Same-sex stepchild adoption is legalized. Guido Westerwelle, leader of the FDP, becomes the first leader of a major party to come out as gay.

2009: Westerwelle becomes the first openly-gay member of the Federal Cabinet

2013: Barbara Hendricks becomes the first openly-lesbian member of the Federal Cabinet

March 22, 2017: The Bundestag votes in favor of rehabilitation for those presecuted under Paragraph 175.

June 30, 2017: Same-Sex marriage and adoption is legalized.

Why We Need to Appreciate Padmé Amidala

In spirit of #SWisagirlthingtoo making its way around Twitter, I thought now would be the perfect time to make a post I’ve been wanting to write for a while. Star Wars up until recently has not given much attention to its heroines, perhaps with the exception of the iconic Princess and General Leia Organa. It is incredibly sad that it has taken this long for the franchise to realise that characters such as Leia, Padmé and Rey (as well as the many animated heroines we have met such as Ahsoka and Hera) have been and will forever continue to be definitive factors in the way many girls have and will grow up.

When it comes to Star Wars, I loved Leia and I love Rey, but they are both not the heroine I connected with. I connected with former Queen and then Senator Padmé Amidala from the highly criticised (although increasingly less so) prequels and then again in the animated series, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Any Padmé fan knows that loving her as a character most often means you’ll often be told that in the end she did ‘nothing but cry over Anakin’ or is in no way comparable to her daughter, you’ll find it frustrating that no reference is made to her at all following Episode III and you’ll know that she has little to no presence in merchandising even when you are more than willing to throw coins down Disney’s way for her.

But Padmé deserves to overcome all of the above. Padmé constantly has to battle against both what people expected her to be (arguably a Leia clone) and the often restrictive and limiting definitions of what makes a “strong female character”, especially in pop culture. Regardless, here is why Padmé is such an underappreciated and amazing character.

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So let’s talk about Sasha’s climactic scene

And why the Attack on Titan anime adaptation once again proves itself to be incredible. 

Sasha reading her bow and telling the kid to keep going is an amazing moment in the manga already–Isa deserves all the credit here. In the og flashback, Sasha refuses to abandon her principles just because outsiders are in trouble, she refuses to help them; a perhaps egocentric, but also human point of view-we tend to prioritize us and those closest to us over strangers. Then, in the current time, Sasha tells the kid to run bc she’ll certainly find kind and helpful people ahead; and stays herself behind to fight; she fights knowing that proper victory cannot be achieved, to save a random stranger; a kid, further emphasising that Sasha herself has grown into a great person and abandoned that egocentric child she once was.

It’s great stuff, but the animated execution of it made me realize just how good it actually is.

In the yumikuri flashback the S1 version of counterattack mankind starts…its positive a track expressing a sense of optimism and peace, it suits the “ordinary moments” she thinks about. Then, we cut back to present time. A newer arrangement of the track, led by faint strings with hints of an organ in the background–there’s a distant but growing intensity in there. 

As Sasha talks to the kid, most of it is shot from the kid’s perspective, so we get to look up to Sasha–she’s seen as the grown up here, perfectly fitting the above characterization. In the meantime, the music grows ever stronger-the organ is very present, and drums are added too. The buildup to the sequence is thus heavily emphasized. Also, listen carefully to Kobayshi Yuu (who’s performance here I loved). There’s definitely exasperation in her voice–they’ve been running for some time and are chased by a titan, not to mention that she’s afraid. Yet, you can still find a lot of tenderness in there–the kid is supposed to feel safe and secure, despite everything going on, and it just makes you love Sasha even more.

Let’s get to the real meat

I LOOOOVE this scene. Sasha spinning on her feet to stop and get into position looks really cool…but its’ the following take that I adore the most

The spin kills her entire momentum…she stands still and ready, and the camera lingers on her. But the kid didn’t do any spin, kid’s still going, not slowing down. Sasha however wants kid to keep going, seems to use her spin as a way to propel kid forward. And the moment her arm is separated from kid, the camera moves on as well–doing so, Sasha’s staying-behind-to-fight is visually translated and further emphasized without the viewer consciously realizing it. I have a hard time describing it, but there’s an incredibly powerful sense of organic dynamism in there that just sells the scene. It’s excellent visual storytelling, not only of the situation, but also of Sasha’s character–she’s strong and altruistic now, and she’ll fight against all odds to save the kid in need. Yuu’s performance here is perfect as well–there’s now definitive desperation to be heard, alongside remaining hints of kindness but also a certain intensity. Sasha is afraid–she has no equipment to protect herself, she has no weapons to eliminate the threat, but in spite of that, she still sends the kid away, she still stays behind, she still stands in the way of the titan. 

And THAT shows just how brave she is–Sasha overcomes her weaknesses, she fights against all odds, she dedicates her heart–and that is what the anime manages to portray so masterfully here.

And of course, that is what the best shot of the episode does.

We get an incredibly gorgeous wide shot…starting off once again from below, keeping both the titan and Sasha in frame, reminding us of the threat ahead of her, but in one amazing panning zoom, we fly all the way to a closeup filled with nothing but fierceness. The visual alone is amazing in its own regard, but the sound is what truly rounds it up. Counterattack Mankind A reaches its climax, going all out on instruments, cue-ing the all-so-familiar melody in an immensely epic arrangement worthy of the scene it accompanies. Kobayashi Yuu 100% sells it too–her first “now-go” is still a bit feeble and unsure as mentioned above, the 2nd “run” already stronger but there are still hints of fear….and then, with the musical cue behind, after getting a full frontal close-up–the all out “get runnin’!”, filled with nothing but raw energy and determination–Sasha’s abandoned all fear and is in all out character-climax-badass mode. Her shout echoes through the woods, the kid is literally hit by a shockwave and finally starts running (sidenote–her eyes were dark and lifeless throughout the ep, but only after that do they lighten up, adding once more weight to Sasha’s moment). And of course, Sasha’s accent arc comes to full circle in the same frame as well, as she yells the command out in her native dialect she’s tried to hide for so long. Pretty much everything that could’ve come full circle did–in terms of writing, performance, sound and visuals.

It’s an amazing sequence deserving of ludicrous praise for the creative staff–they’ve proven once more that Attack on Titan is a work of art. The manga is already without a doubt amazing–most of the points above stem from it after all-but the anime is so ridiculously good at presenting I sometimes can’t believe it with my own two eyes.

In case you couldn’t tell, I fucking loved this sequence and I’m gonna yell about Sasha all week long. 

Erica grimaced as her maternity skirt gave up the fight and slid down her belly. He had done it to her again, and this time her biggest maternity clothes weren’t big enough.

She had already given him 8 kids in five pregnancies, but it was never enough for him. He loved breeding her and she loved being bred. As soon as she was in heat he bent her over their bed and fucked her as hard as he could.

“Fuck me baby! Fill me with your cum,” Erica moaned. As she felt his cock expand inside her she came hard. “Oh God baby! Make me huge!” she screamed. “Fill me with your babies!” She blacked out as he unleashed rope after rope of potent seed into her.

It was no surprise to her three weeks later when the test came back positive. She knew she was a good breeder. She was prone to multiples, so it didn’t catch her off guard when she started showing at 10 weeks along. But when she looked full term at five months along, she needed to know how many her stud put inside her.

Erica posed for her husband as he came home from work. Her maternity clothes giving up the fight and not containing her girth anymore. “Guess who put five of his squirming babies inside of me?” she asked.


Art School | Sophie Roach (Austin, TX)

Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach.  Her artwork has endlessly covered  surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms.  And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator.  While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

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queenquid  asked:

But where's that period mod from??? can you get pregnant in the game?? holy shit, please release ur mod list!!!!!

It’s called Beeing Female and you can infact get pregnant. I linked to it in my other post. It lets you track your menstrual cycle with profoundly more accuracy than the actual app I have on my phone for keeping track of my irl menstrual cycle, right up to whether you are in the follicular phase, when you are ovulating, when you pass into the luteal phase and when you start to actually menstruate. 

You can also suffer health debuffs and endure injury from “menstrual irregularities”. (So if a dragon pops by and I’m having a visit from Aunt Flow you’re all on your fucking own, I’m in bed reading all those books I keep finding in random dungeons.)

You can also opt to have it affect NPCs too, so random female NPCs around skyrim will experience moodswings and other symptoms (Lydia randomly doubled over when we were walking down the street and I was like “oh shit invisible assassin” but no, just cramps.), and can also get pregnant and give birth now, including your followers. My Lydia is apparently pregnant right now and we have no idea who the father is but according to moodmod she’s happy, so who am I to worry.

You can choose to use three different types of contraception too and make your own sanitary wear, or end a pregnancy if you so desire. You can also spontaneously miscarry which I found a little uh, well I could have done without it, but hey ho. I wanted a realistic mod, I fucking got one.

If you carry the pregnancy to full term, you also run the risk of dying in childbirth (as do the NPCs) and if you survive, you go through a recovery phase of about 30 days I think. You also get a baby sling to wear if you want, or you can opt to have it materialize as a full on child who then becomes a child follower called Baby Dova. You can train them to use magic. It’s pretty adorable and shit.

Imagine you've been captured

You had lost track of how long it was been since you were captured. Snatched during the dead of night when all was silent and brought to this bizarre place. Various test were ran on you, you were poked, prodded, and stuck with multiple needles sometimes many at once each limb. Bright lights were shined in your face, various medical instruments shoved into your every orifice for some sort of measurement. Whoever your new masters were, these creatures always clothed in either blue or green body covering robes, their faces hidden behind a mask and a surgical cap on their heads. They had tails that emerged from a slit in the back of their clothes, and dark red eyes.

You understood only one word from them, incubate. You were carried into a room and strapped to a table, one of them patted you middle as you shouted at them for freedom and struggled against your binds. They guided a long tube into your neither regions causing you to tense up and yelp. Another needle to the neck and your body relaxed, betraying your efforts for freedom and to push that tube out of you. A whir was heard and a machine began churning. That’s when you felt it. Eggs, were being pumped into you. The only remaining form of protest you had was to yell and scream as loud and as high pitched as you could. If nothing else, maybe you could shatter their eardrums, assuming they had those. Your first clutch was small, your belly only having swelled to match a late second trimester pregnancy. Another needle, to the neck and you passed out.

You woke up some time later in horror. The eggs were shifting and you pushed against your stomach to force them out but they stubbornly remained. You quickly learned a perk to this violation to your body, the creatures began to treat you like royalty. Instead of the typical mush of tasteless gunk, you were given recognizable food and drink. You were free to gorge on these offerings were previously any attempts at seconds resulted in you being punished. The eggs grew larger over a period of time, you had no way to track days or even hours or minutes within your prison. You eventually laid them and they were carried away. You didn’t see the creatures for awhile after that and the regular gruel emerged along with a stone cell instead of the lavish livings you once had.

A plan was hatched, instead of fighting back, you decided to be compliant to them. You stopped fighting against their attempts to drag you somewhere and willingly followed instead. You learned how they wanted you to react based on where they pointed or touched your frame. Soon they used leather leads on you instead of chains. After some time, you heard the word ‘incubate’ again and acted excited to the idea, bouncing lightly on your feet with a smile and patting your middle. You swore you heard one of them chuckle while watching you.

The primary handler pointed to the table again, you willingly walked over and laid down with your legs spread and ready. Some measurements were taken and the tube was inserted again. For now, your hands and legs remained free with only the leather collar around your neck and the lead connected to it hung on a hook near the table. The machine whirred and churned again, you grunted as the eggs were pumped into you once more.

A feeling of pleasure comes over you as the machine pumps, stimulating your tunnel and hitting a sweet spot. You moaned in pleasure and already began to feel full. You rubbed your belly with one hand as it began to inflate and swell with eggs once more. You grip the table with you free hand and buck against the tube s you continued to be filled. You were bigger this time, just shy of full term when the machine was turned off. You whimpered when the pleasured stop and gave the creature a pleading look. Some chattering back and forth and the machine was turned on again. You gasps and place both hand to your growing middle as you continued to be filled with eggs. Pass overdue, into overdue with multiples, you wondered just how many you could hold. You cry out in pleasure as you climax and yet the machine still churns. You stroke your middle with both hands as your skin grows ever tighter around the massive amount of eggs. The machine then stops and you pant out of breathe. You could no longer wrap your arms around you middle, pressing against the firm orb that was your belly you could feel some of the eggs beneath your strained flesh.

You were carried back into the lavish room and again you were able to feast. Your middle quivered as the eggs grew within you. There were days were you pondered if you would burst. The creatures checked on you frequently, taking measurements and samples, again you complied with them. You lay your large clutch and the eggs were carried away before you had a chance to get a look at them. Back into the normal stone room, you waited for it to be your turn again.


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It is not an uncommon thought for young women to like the idea of having children in the future. When Darci Pierce discovered that she was adopted, her wish to become a loving mother intesified. However, after one unsuccessful pregnancy, her wish soon turned into an obsession. Fearing that her boyfriend she had recently moved in with might leave her, the then 19-year-old began to feign pregnancy. In the following months, Pierce gained approximately sixty pounds to make the fake pregnancy look more realistic. She lived on the benefits of the lie and her boyfriend finally married her. Pierce also received nonstop attention by her family and friends, who later threw a baby shower for her. The story took it’s turn when Pierce realized that she needed a newborn in order to keep the lie going. To achieve that, she planned a heinous crime. On July 23, 1987, Pierce drove to a prenatal care clinic and waited for a woman near full term to come out. There she met 23-year-old Cindy Ray, who was 8 ½ months pregnant at the time. Pierce abducted Ray from the parking lot and then drove with her to the Manzano Mountains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Pierce strangled Ray and then cut open her abdomen with her car key. Pierce then removed Ray’s baby, leaving a 5-inch wound on her body. The baby miraculously survived. Ray had been unconscious but alive during the attack but later succumbed to her wounds. Pierce smeared Ray’s blood on her body to make it look like she had delivered a baby. Following this, Pierce left the location with the newborn in her arms and went to a hospital, claiming she had given birth. However, suspicion arose when she did not agree to be examined and began to change her story. The police was notified and Pierce confessed to the crime and led authorities to Ray’s body. Pierce was found guilty of first-degree murder, kidnapping and child abuse and sentenced to life with chance of parole.

3 weeks early

requested: can you also do imagine where y/n is married to shawn and she’s pregnant and she’s on tour with him and before every concert she goes out to fans to give them some tickets 😊 and it’s cute and fluffy ☺ thanks, love you 💖

okay i changed this one just a little bit, it’s not that much but she’s just not on tour with him



“guys where’s y/n?” the voice of your probably worried husband could be heard from his dressing room even though he was on the stage doing soundcheck for the show later on. he got no response from his team around him, causing him to worry more. “you left her alone? you guys can’t do that she’s 8 months pregnant!”

you chuckled, knowing he was going to send someone to the dressing room so you could sit in the audience and watch him or something. just so he can see you at all times. ever since you found out you were pregnant, shawn has been almost extra protective. you were surprised you were even allowed at tonight’s show. when you were in the early stages of your pregnancy, you were still allowed to tour with him and go to his shows but once you reached the 6 month mark, you were banned. you had managed to convince him to let you come tonight since it was a show in your hometown, but after a few weeks and a few deals made, he finally let you come. of course, he tried his best to make sure you were never alone just in case you went into labour early which was definitely a possibility. another reason he let you come to tonight’s show was because his family was also going to be attending, and you could stay with them while he was

“somebody go find-” shawn yelled, walking into his dressing room. “oh you’re here. okay never mind everyone i found her!” he came over to your spot on the leather couch, “how are you two?”

“i’m good,” you said, rubbing your giant belly. “she’s good too. she loves the music, she’s been dancing around in there all day.”

“that’s my girl.” shawn smiled, changing into a black short sleeved dress shirt for his q&a that started in about 45 minutes. “she’s gonna be a dancer one day.”

“you mismatched like all the buttons shawn.” you laughed,
nothing that all the buttons he just did were all in the wrong places. “how do you even do that?” slowly, you managed to get up from the couch to help him redo the buttons. you got as close as your stomach would allow to undo all the buttons as shawn just smirked while watching you intently.

“i’m having some sort of déjà vu,” he said. “last time you did this, that happened.” he pointed to your baby bump.

you rolled your eyes, swatting the side of his arm then quickly doing up the buttons. “you’re an idiot.”

“hey,” he raised his hands up in defence. “i’m just saying the truth.”

“all fixed,” you announced, lighting patting his chest. “what would you do without me?”

he shrugged, taking some food from the table that was set up in every one of his dressing rooms. “i wouldn’t be living y/n, my fans would make fun of me too much for not knowing how to do buttons.”

you laughed, taking a peek out the window to see a giant crowd of fans in the distance. you remembered going out into those crowds when you toured with shawn, you had a tradition of giving away tickets to a few fans who had none. of course, you kept it a secret because you didn’t want people to get greedy but you missed doing that.

“hey shawn?” you called, closing the curtains so fans couldn’t look in. you stood in front of his spot on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. he looked up at you, his hands grabbing your sides. “did i ever tell you how insanely attractive you are?” you smiled. you knew that if you wanted him to agree, you would have to do some kissing up.

“you want something don’t you?” he narrowed his eyes, not being able to keep a straight face.

“you don’t happen to have any extra tickets lying around do you?”

“y/n,” he sighed. “you can’t go out in that crowd. it’s too dangerous for you and the baby.”

“shawn i used to give away tickets all the time before! please, i’ll be fine i promise.” you begged. you wanted nothing more than to get some fresh air. after being in this stuffy dressing room all day, you were in desperate need.

“y/n, you could go into labour at anytime now! it’s way to dangerous and if i let you go out there and something happens i will never forgive myself.”

“nothing is going to happen shawn, i’ll be careful i promise. i really need some fresh air, i feel like i’m suffocating in here. if you’re really that scared, come with me.”

“if i come with you we’ll for sure get mobbed. i’ll get you some extra tickets.” he sighed, finally giving in because he knows you wouldn’t have stopped until he did. “but, you’re going out with security standing close by and i’m going to be watching. if i see anything that doesn’t look normal, you need to come in.”

you nodded, taking the tickets he handed you. some people would think shawn was being too demanding and overprotective but you know he’s just looking out for you and the baby.

“i’m not trying to be harsh baby,” he said, kissing your forehead. “i just want you to be safe and protected at all times. if anything were to happen at one of these shows i would never be able to live with myself.”

“i understand shawn, trust me. but i’m going to be okay out there, especially with everyone watching my every move. nothing is going to happen.”

“you could go into labour at anytime y/n, your due date isn’t that far away.” he said, cupping the side of your face with his spare hand.

you were due on april 21st and today’s date was april 2nd, meaning you were almost full term and the baby could come at any time but she would be early. you had the slightest feeling she would be late though, motherly instincts i guess.

“babies aren’t always born early shawn. she could come when she’s supposed to come.”

“y/n,” he chuckled. “how early were
you born?”

“5 weeks early,” you mumbled. “okay i see your point but still, i’m going to be fine you can watch from the window or something.”

he reluctantly handed you one more set of tickets and you were off. “be safe out there!” he called.

“i will!”

you met a security guard at one of the entrances of the arena who allowed you to leave, and another one followed you out. you were happy that he wasn’t right behind you, you needed some space. as soon as the door opened you were relieved that nobody was really paying attention to you. everyone was mostly occupied with their phones or talking to their friends as they waited to get into the arena.

as you walked around for a bit you heard a few mutters of “is that y/n?” or “guys look, it’s y/n.” but thankfully the crowd was calm and hadn’t erupted into screams yet.

you began to feel a large amount of pressure on your stomach which you were used to, but never this intense. you shrugged it off thinking it was just braxton hicks.

you noticed a young girl, probably about 6, and another older teenage girl who looked about 16, and their mom standing further away from the crowd. the two girls were wearing t-shirts with your husband’s face on it, but you had never seen those shirts before. they must not have been official merch shirts. the older girl smiled at you, and you decided to go over and talk to them for a bit.

“hi,” you smiled as you approached them.

“oh wow, hi y/n!” the older girl smiled. “would it be okay if we took a picture?”

you nodded, smiling for a picture with the girl and asking for her name. “i’m alessia, and this is alex.” she said, pointing to her little sister who was standing behind her mom.

“aless, who is this?” her mom stepped in. obviously noticing you were very pregnant, her eyes flickered to your ring finger, obviously looking to see if you were married.

“mom, this is y/n. she’s shawn’s wife, you know that already.” alessia stated like she should already know.

the girls’ mom asked you a few questions about your pregnancy which you were happy to answer. eventually the younger girl came from behind her mothers legs and asked for a picture.

“so,” you started. “are you guys coming to watch the show?”

obviously they just thought you were making casual conversation, but you knew what you were doing.

“no,” alessia sighed. “i wish.”

“i tired my hardest to get them tickets but they were so expensive and money is tight right now.” their mom said. “but they wanted to come stand outside for a bit just incase shawn came outside.”

you sighed, you suggest shawn come outside but you understood why he couldn’t.

“well,” you smiled. “i happen to have some extra tickets if you three would like?”

the two girls nodded eagerly, looking at their mother for permission.

“we could ask you to do this,” she said, shaking her head.

“please,” you handed her three front row tickets. “it’s my gift. take them.” she took the tickets, all three of them thanking you many times.

another sharp pain ran through your body although this time it was more noticeable.

“are you okay?” alessia asked, putting her hand on your arm.

“yeah,” you nodded. “i’m okay. she’s just kicking.” you lied. “anyways, i should probably get going but it was nice meeting you guys. have fun later!”

you met a few more fans, giving them tickets and making them promise they wouldn’t say a word about it. you forgot to tell the first family not to say anything, you really hoped they wouldn’t. as for the pains, they didn’t fade away. in fact, they were getting more intense but you didn’t want to go inside just yet. you were sure everything was fine. the fact that you were in pain was more noticeable now, almost everyone was asking if you were okay. you were sure shawn knew something was going on because at one point even your security guard asked if everything was okay.

you handed the last group of fans some tickets as you felt the sharpest pain followed by a trickle of water going down your leg.

“shit,” you mumbled, noticing that your dress was now soaked with water and there was a small puddle under you. the girls noticed what happened and were definitely all recording you but you didn’t care at this point. you were in too much pain to walk back into the arena and find shawn. you noticed a bunch of people from shawn’s team walking out of the main entrance, followed by your husband. he knew exactly where you were standing so he was at your side immediately. the rest of the team followed close behind, andrew was on the phone with who you hoped was 911 for an ambulance.

“y/n,” shawn said. putting his arm around your shoulder and his other hand on your stomach. “is everything okay?”

“yeah,” you breathed. you assumed you were having a contraction, which would explain the pains you’ve been having all day. “i’m in labour though.”

“what?” shawn practically yelled.

“my water broke,” you motioned to the puddle of water a few feet away. you managed to move a few feet in the time it took for shawn to find you.

“you’re joking.”

“shawn why would i joke about this?”

you felt another contraction hit, while shawn yelled at someone to call an ambulance even though it was already on the way. you could hear the sirens in the distance already.

“holy shit y/n this is really happening!” he exclaimed, kissing the side of your head.

“yeah, 3 weeks early.”

the ambulance pulled up next
to you after a few more
minutes. they helped you onto the gurney and shawn followed behind them.

“let’s go have a baby,” he said as the nurses closed the ambulance doors. “3 weeks early.”

Omega's Harem

Imagine you’re an alpha slave. Your master spent years collecting the twelve finest alphas in the world, and you are the twelfth.

Since your arrival at the palace, your hair has been cut and styled, your muscles tattooed with the elegantly masculine symbols of your owner, and a platinum collar inlaid with mother-of-pearl has been set snugly around your strong neck. You discover the first night that all of the alpha slaves sleep tangled together on a soft floor pallet. Whimpering a little as you burrow in amongst the others you offer thanks to whoever granted you this short rest from the rest of your life. Please, never let me sleep in a cold, tight cage again!

Waking up, you follow the other alpha slaves to exercise in the yard, working your large muscles and playfully posturing with the other alphas to see who can produce the most dominant pheromones. You pride yourself on winning, cock plumping slightly from the display. While high on alpha hormones, you feel someone watching you from the rooms facing the yard, but can’t see who it is through the gauzy silk curtains. You can however, smell his enticingly rich omega scent. Oh, how I want to breed. Too bad that’ll never happen for me. No mating heats to enjoy and no mate fat with pups waiting in my bed.

After several days basking in the coziness of your new home, you finally ask one night: “Who’s that omega who smells so good by the yard? Where’s his mate? Someone should keep that little vixen satisfied so he doesn’t torture us all with wanting…” The alphas listening rub their cocks and tell you the lusty scent is from your master, Orion! He’s a wealthy, unmarried noble and a very generous slaveowner but he’s a recluse, even at his palace. You would be doubtful of any slavemaster–especially a noble–being kind, but you have your own circumstances as evidence: a soft bed, alpha companionship, and fine slave markings. Your clothing, scant though it may be, is colorful and finely made. On top of this, you have yet to do or see any slaves working.

You think for a moment before asking the oldest alpha a niggling question… “Why are we here at all?” He chuckles and says rather darkly, “You’ll know soon. Orion will tell you himself…”

A week later you still don’t know why you’re here, but you do know that Orion’s scent is getting heavier and even more arousing, the drippingly lush smell of an omega ready for breeding. I wish my cock would calm down.You can’t help but stroke your cock to full turgidity through the loincloth and you notice the other alphas sporting bare erections as they growl through their workouts. Please let someone take care of your heat, Master! I can’t hol- Suddenly the curtains part and the most beautiful nude omega you’ve ever seen walks onto the patio overlooking the greenery and sweaty men. He’s rather tall for an omega but nowhere near an alpha’s stature. His hair falls in glossy black ringlets to his waist, outlining a sharply sweet face and highlighting his golden skin and slim curves. Orion’s sexily deep, raspy voice calls out “Now, my alphas. It is time.” He pivots on slender ankles, revealing a firm, round ass as he walks back into his chambers.

You’re confused at first, but the other alphas race to follow Orion inside and you rush to follow. Once inside the softly lit room, you admire the cool tile floors and sumptuous bed before kneeling at the end of the row of alphas bowing at the foot of Orion’s bed where he sits. “Look up” he commands. As one, the alphas do. “I am your master, Orion. You all shall refer to me by my name, but always know I am the Master here. I have finally gathered the twelve best alphas in the world.” He looks at you and smiles at that last declaration. You blush and you instinctively push out your scent. He shivers slightly, seeming to drink in the lusty alpha smells in front of him. All of you are highly aroused at the scent of an omega ready for breeding. His scent calls to you Fill me! Breed me! Fuck me full of your cock and your young!

“Now,” he looks at the others, “did you spoil my surprise?” They all shake their heads and assure him they did not. Orion looks at you again, “I collected the twelve of you to be my mates, to breed me so I’m never empty and worship my body.” Your eyes widen and your cock drips pre-come on the floor in front of you Oh my prayers have been answered! A mate who I can love and breed! You almost cry and come at the thought. Orion turns around and bends over the bed, exposing that his dripping entrance is already stretched wide around a plug. Looking at you over his shoulder he pulls out the plug, moaning, “Breed me, Alpha, now!” You stand and thrust your dick to the hilt in his slick opening in one smooth motion. You pound away and the other alphas surround the two of you, stroking and caressing. Orion’s been coming nonstop since you entered but you pause while fully encased and wait as your knot traps your pulsing cock inside him. You bite the side of his neck over his scent gland, marking him as yours as his belly swells out with your come.

By the time all twelve of you are done fucking, knotting, and biting him his middle is as round as a full term pregnancy. Orion passes out immediately after plugging the come inside himself. You and the other alphas pass out around him but wake up in your room come morning.

You don’t see Orion for another three days, but when he emerges again, rounder than before, you drop the alpha you were wrestling and rush to him, dropping to your knees to be on eye level with his pregnant belly. You and the others pick him up and carry his full form to the center of the lawn, petting and praising his gravidity. You rest him belly-up on top of one alpha who takes the opportunity to shove his cock into Orion’s hole, knotting even as he enters. Orion moans and tells his twelve mates that each one of them has managed to breed a child into his womb. Twelve pups! He’ll be too big to move! “Since you all know that omega pregnancies only last three weeks, your duties from now on will be to tend to me personally. You will feed, bathe, fuck, entertain, massage, and then help me birth this huge brood you all filled me with!” You smile, delighted to be able to care for your mate and finally have something to do.

Orion stops to thrust into the knot and rub his pregnant abdomen.“Of course, as soon as I’ve pushed out this enormous set, I’ll be in heat and need to be filled again. Alphas, are you up for the task?” You and the other alphas grin at each other and chorus, “Yes, Master Orion.”

So an update, Still procrastinating on Assignments. 

Sh here is a Fae! Au Ive been thinking about (boys anatomy is so hard, so please ignore that, and wtf are guys clothes) 

~ Adrien is a Fae Prince

~ Mari is either human or half

~ The Fae, especially the High Fae like Adrien as super superstitious about names (If someone knows your true name they have power over you etc) So they all go by animal monikers

~ To tell someone your name is an extreme show of trust and devotion, most of the time the only ones who know your name are your parents and yourself

~ Mari made this dress, and snuck into a ball, the reason she has the twin braids is to hide her ears, which are not fae

~ The ball is happening due to a visit from another faerie court (Chloe and company) 

~ Its generally expected for Adrien and Chloe to marry

~ The High Fae are all about marriage and babies. Its hard for faeries to get pregnant and even harder to carry a child to full term. This being how Adrien’s mother died. 

~ Their population is also dwindling, but are also very against interbreeding with humans, which would most likely save the species. But y’know, gotta keep the blood and magic pure 

I may add more as I think of things.

Pregnancy reveal fics
  • Ladybug: oh Chat Noir, I trust you enough to have unprotected sex with you, not get an abortion if I get pregnant and carry your baby to full term and raise it single handed
  • Chat Noir: do you trust me enough to reveal your identity?
  • Ladybug: hell no, that's a huge step that could impact our relationship forever and leave serious consequences that we can never erase.

I came out to most of my irl friends, so I may as well come out to you guys, too. I’ve known for years that I was different, first in sexuality, and now in gender. I’ve known for ages that this - who I am now - just isn’t me. I never came to full terms with it until now, because I’ve never felt so strongly about it until recently. But god am I ready to change who I am. I can’t keep on like this. I’m not a girl. I hate being a girl. I hate being in this body. Every day I wake up and I can’t help but wonder how much better I’d feel if I could just be who I really am, and a girl just isn’t it.

And this sucks because I probably won’t have support from my own family, so I can’t even get on T or get any type of surgeries. Nothing. So this is great. But yeah. Hello. Guess who’s stuck in a girl’s body for probably forever. :’)

My First Filled Request

I’d love a huge belly full of babies. I want my babies to grow so big in me that I can’t move. Can you do that to me?

Honestly I wouldn’t give you much choice in the matter. I would convince you to take fertility supplements, but the LAN slip it into your food and drink when you weren’t paying attention. Unknowingly you’d get double doses of your supplements daily. By the time you’re in heat you have so many eggs inside you that you’re uncontrollably horny. I walk in from work and you’re face is already flushed as you’ve been pleasuring yourself all day trying to calm the itch.

I mount you immediately. Taking you from behind and pulling your hair back as I unload into you. I don’t even have to try to make you orgasm. You come the second I part your lips and your greedy pussy drinks all the seed I give you. I cum inside you at least four more times that night. Each time being sure to not waste a drop of my potent seed.

We know you are pregnant within the week. Your symptoms start within days of being bred. You take a home test and it turned positive within seconds. There is no doubt that you are massively knocked up.

Less than two weeks after your breeding and your tits won’t fit in your bra. A month after and your hips have widened enough to make buttoning your pants impossible.

Your belly doesn’t show up until 6 weeks gone, but it comes with a vengeance! You have to announce at 2 months because you can’t hide it anymore. Your belly shows through anything you wear. Somebody got themselves knocked up good.

At three months you are in maternity clothes full time.

I take you to the doctor at four months. You’re already waddling and your belly is peeking out between your pants and your shirt. You hoist yourself on the table for your monogram and giggle at the doctors surprise by your size. “I’m just fertile I guess,” you giggle as he starts to exam you. He mutters something about a bakers dozen and instructs you to rest and eat as much as possible over the next five months.

You continue to grow at an amazing rate. Everyday you are noticeably bigger than the last. You spend your time eating and growing and you can’t wait to get bigger.

By six months you look full term with quints. Your tits have swelled into G cups and you have outgrown everything. I come home from work and see you standing in front of the mirror with your huge tits heavy resting atop your massive belly; so plump and full they almost block your vision. Incredibly turned on by how your body is so entirely owned by my seed, you’re trying to pleasure yourself but your huge bump makes it almost impossible to reach your aching pussy. Your body is so heavy You are already tired from holding up my massive brood. You see me and drop to your hands and knees in front of the mirror, belly hanging on the floor. I mount you from behind and watch your belly and tits bounce while I fuck you into oblivion.

You grow more and more each day. I help you waddle to the couch every morning and leave you with all of your favorite snacks in arms reach. By the time I get home you’ve grown a couple inches for me each time.

When you reach 7 months your belly is over 80 inches around. Clothes are almost worthless at this point, but you still try. Your FF cup tits don’t fit any bras, but your old tank tops do the job well enough. You still wear maternity yoga pants but they only cover your hips. You’ve grown so large that your belly extends 3 to 4 inches past your sides and you can barley stand on your own much less waddle anywhere.

You have continued to grow at least 2 inches a day and by eight months you are over 120 inches around. Your belly sticks out over a foot on each side and reaches past your knees when you sit. You can’t stand up on you own, and standing for just a few minutes makes you out of breath. I lift you up to fuck you, but you’re too big to stay on all fours. I lean you against the couch and ravage you from behind as your GG size tits wobble and shake from the fucking. Your belly rubs the carpet and you moan as I unload inside you. You sit down after your workout to rest. You rub your belly to calm our young and smile at me.

9 months along with 13 babies and you are truly massive. Your belly measures over 13 feet around and you’re tits have ballooned to II cups and are already leaking milk to feed your incredible litter.

You can’t move without significant help and you’re stuck on our living room couch. You have to sit with your legs splayed and even then you have to lean back to make room for your gigantic girth.

Leaning over the couch is the only way we can make love, but now your belly rests on the floor as Intake you from behind. You scream and moan as I plow you knowing that the same cock that’s ravaging you now was the cock that put the huge 13 babies into you.

You lay back, satisfied, knowing that soon I’ll be able to put even more into you and you will grow that much bigger.

little mix…..how u say……..deserve so much better and i’ll never forgive syco for their failure to help little mix reach their full potential in terms of international fame and recognition